#muse — jason dean

[orchestrel]

no thoughts just characters with abandonment issues..

[evergreen-writing]

Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?) || JD (Heathers) x British!Reader

Cross-posted on AO3

CHAPTER ONE : I Can't See Much of a Future

11AM in Sherwood, Ohio, so 4PM back home, and you were watching ever-so-painfully as the classroom clock ticked down to 12, when you could escape around back with a mediocre American sandwich from the cafeteria and your copy of Sylvia Plath’s Ariel to fuel your lamenting. Sure, this quick dip across the pond (as it was first proposed to you) has helped your family financially, that couldn’t be denied, but God, did it make you lonely. Last July, you were ever-so-politely begged to accompany your twenty-five year-old brother to his exciting yet confidential new science job for a few weeks while your parents ‘sorted something out’, but then the weeks turned into months and now you are approaching your 6th month in redneck America with excruciating lethargy.

Sure, you made friends, but you’ve had it up to here with them; with the only name people use for you being ‘Redcoat’, with constantly being asked if you want tea, with incessant comments about British girls being more ‘polite in bed’ than American ones from two certain jocks who you are far too dignified to name. You’re smart, yes, but you find it hard not to be when comparing the two school systems you have been enslaved to, and pretty, apparently, but you’re unsure if that is just due to the novelty of your nationality messing with people’s heads. Despite your personal qualities and the privileges they bring, you know that you hate it here.

So, once you step outside that classroom, you go through the motions. Your most often-seen acquaintance, Ivy, immediately pounces on you, fresh off a period of smoking in the third floor girls’ toilets, and bombards you with news of a ‘rad party’ the weekend coming, and asks where you got your lipstick before deciding it must be from ‘one of those London brands’. You are not from London. However, you have tried to play upon people’s assumptions, and have adopted a far posher accent than usual to quell any commotion surrounding the fact that England does in fact, have a North. Then, two unfortunately familiar boys, towering proud in their letterman jackets, approach you, their chests puffed out in a manner that you can only relate to birds during mating season. They ask you your plans for the weekend, with a barely understandable guffaw lacing their tone. Upon being told that they’ll have to ‘wait and see’, they admonish you for being ‘such a tease’ and in turn, ‘so British’ and move on to a girl far less world-weary and far more susceptible to their advances. Ivy grabs you by the arm and pulls you around the corner, into an empty classroom far from other people’s prying ears.

“I, personally, cannot ‘wait and see’. My entire schedule this week revolves around who will be where, when, and I cannot deal with showing at that party and not having anyone to tell Kurt and Ram to ‘shove off’.”

Each time she quotes you, she does so in a cheap imitation of your accent, and you find plenty of opportunity to roll your eyes. Desperately putting off the decision, as it will inevitably be to go somewhere where you’d prefer to be six feet underground, you decide to laugh at her.

“Why have you dragged me into an empty classroom, Ivy? Planning something nefarious?”

It’s her turn to roll her eyes, now.

“It’s because I’m your friend, and I know you like to do the whole aloof British girl shtick around the boys, so I’ll help you preserve your image, but, God, do I need an answer.”

You sigh.

“Imminently?” You try.

She nods once, determined.

“Imminently.”

You sigh, and turn your head away from her to hide your disappointment, as you were honestly planning on staying in this Saturday and watching Doctor Who on that illegal, pirate TV channel you’d found that somehow manages to hijack the BBC signals right to your home television. You suppose you will have to wait until it is released on VHS.

“Look, unless something comes up, I’ll come. Can’t have you facing those big, mean boys all by yourself, can I?”

When you finish, she envelops you in a hug, resting her head on your shoulder and wrapping her arms so tightly around you that you earnestly cannot breathe for a few seconds. In these seconds, your slightly oxygen-starved brain surveys her, and you honestly don’t know how she survived without you: she’s petite, crudely so, her head barely reaching your neck in the hug despite your lacklustre height of around 5”6; she’s all curves and no edges, wrapped up in whatever Madonna was wearing last week and most worryingly, every emotion she experiences is immediately on her face as if you were watching some sort of hammy pantomime. You feel as if you must go to the party on Saturday, only to bring all the attention and undressing eyes off her.

Still clinging to you like some sort of overgrown toddler, she whines, pouting.

“What would come up that would make you leave me all alone?”

You laugh slightly at the carping, high pitch of her voice and you murmur something not truly thought out, just something to make sure you don’t develop tinnitus.

“I don’t know, if a guy asks me out or something.”

She pulls away from you and her face quite literally glows, as if she is being lit from behind.

“Is there a guy who would ask you out? If so, I need to meet him.”

You laugh truly now, if not slightly incredulously.

“You’re not my mother, Ivy. Plus, there isn't even a guy! That was a hypothetical!”

She hums, shaking her head vigorously.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this, Redcoat, just you see.”

Just like that, she bounds through the classroom door, a blur of a low-cut shirt and tight black trousers, leaving you all alone, surveying the ‘ALGEBRA IS FUN!’ poster of the classroom that you now know contains maths lessons. Irritated, you correct your inner monologue that you have to say ‘math’ now (why - it’s not mathematic, is it?) and calmly debate grabbing some food. Twelve to twelve-twenty is Kurt and Ram’s demon time, and although their torment isn’t enacted on you in such an obvious way, you find it incredibly difficult to sit through the literal bullying of random, helpless American kids and act like you find it funny. It is slightly, but your fun ends when you remember that these aren’t cartoon characters from the American TV shows and instead actual, real-life kids. So, you decide that your best train of thought is to pull out Ariel, which you cling to like a security blanket and paw feverishly to one of your tabbed and wildly annotated pages and read Lady Lazarus, whispering the lyrical lines to yourself like some sort of maddened prayer to an ancient Goddess. You’ll grab some food at some point, you decide.

Around the last couple of verse paragraphs, sometime about the commanding of ‘Herr God’ and ‘Herr Lucifer’, you hear a dry voice leering near the previously unopened door.

“Sylvie, huh?”

You look up to see a teenage boy, his gaunt yet lanky frame cloaked in a deep black trenchcoat, fluffy, tawny fringe nearly covering his eyes, which you can vaguely see are a dark brown, seemingly containing multitudes. Immediately, something seems wrong about him. Unfortunately, this only intrigues you more and you decide to amuse him.

“Mhm, she’s my patron poet.”

He takes this opportunity to stride forward, his pace not suggesting he’s aware that he’s intruding, letting the door swing then slam behind him. His face doesn’t even react to your accent. He doesn’t give away much, actually, just simply nodding his head in response and vaguely smirking as he comes over. He slides onto the desk facing the one you’ve claimed as your seat and his intent gaze implies that you cannot just flip over to Tulips.

“I’m new”, he says, “I’ve been told to find the registry office, yet never been told where the registry office actually is.”

You sigh, in a performative manner that is unusual for you and slide Ariel back into your backpack.

“Follow me. I arrived in September, so I’m pretty sure the way is still in my memory.” You trail off for a moment, but when the boy barely replies, only mirroring you by propelling himself off the desk, you say more. “I’m not from around here.”

He laughs slightly at this, as you can hear a slight, dry chuckle from behind you.

“Somehow, I could tell. Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not from around these parts either.”

Due to your place of origin, you can’t distinguish different American accents apart, unless those accents are rootin’ tootin' cowboy or valley girl, so you are genuinely shocked by this reveal, and you think the boy can tell, as that endearingly miniscule laugh repeats itself.

“I couldn’t have guessed,” You beam, before shock settles on your body and you whip your head around. “God, I have been so rude. I’m Evelyn.”

He makes an attempt at a polite smile, and only says: “Nice to meet you, Evelyn.”

Silently, you continue walking.

Trying to shake off your slight horror at his unwritten-rule-breaking behaviour of not sharing his name in return, you try to make yet another quip.

“I still don’t know why they need another office just for admissions. Surely, they could just use the regular one.”

You cast your eyes behind you, careful not to slow your stride, but you notice that he’s not even smiling, instead, his lips flatten into a straight line.

“They’d get overloaded, Evelyn. Highschool makes kids crazy: they quit, they die, they kill themselves, whatever. Then, another worker drone comes to take their place - rinse and repeat. If you aren’t pulling your hair out by now, you’re stronger than most.”

You, to be completely frank, are stunned. Unsure about whether that was even a joke or not, you let out a muffled, half-laugh before deciding that being candid is your best bet to keep this conversation afloat.

“I’m just waiting to get on that plane back home, to be honest. I was only meant to be here for a few weeks, then the weeks turned into months and then… I don’t know.” You trail off, slightly taken aback at how honest you are around him.

It wasn’t too long ago that you decided that who you are at school is a front, a character to pull you through. Now here you are, expressing actual emotions and being an actual person in front of a literal stranger who you don’t even know the name of.

You turn fully around now, meeting him in the eyes and you notice that he is fully considering your statement, his eyes not even meeting yours, instead unwavering straight ahead.

Suddenly, he speaks.

“I want to get out, too. I think everyone does, really.”

This lulls you into a rather placid silence, you somewhat cocooned with the revelation that you think, deep down, you already knew. Keeping up a steady pace, you soon reach the registry office and the boy begins to leave you, turning his back. You hear your voice escaping your mouth before you even realise you’re speaking.

“Will I be seeing you around?” Your voice sounds distant, yet hopeful.

Swivelling to face you, he smiles in a way that is actually genuine, in a tone which is the lightest you’ve ever heard from him, you hear:

“Hopefully.”

And then he is gone.

(P.S.: Reblog with the word 'taglist' to be added to the taglist)

[notelasts]

@unbelovd said now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay . ( h. duke -> JD ! )

“That seems a bit extreme.” He can’t help the wry grin that tugs at the corner of his mouth. “What’d she do, barf in your cereal?” JD has absolutely no idea who Heather’s talking about, and he honestly doesn’t care. He just thinks it’s fun to watch her fume her way into a fit of rage. “And what’d you do about it? Something that was a complete overreaction, I’m sure.”

[wr1tten]

@unfaes and the starter they never asked for.

what  a  ʳᵘˢʰ.      shitty  people  meeting  their  shitty  ends.      greedy,    grubby  hands  now  cold.      while  people  were  mourning,    all  he  could  do  was  smile.      repeating  the  poetry  veronica  had  poured  into  that  letter            (      𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦  𝘵𝘰  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘤𝘭𝘺𝘥𝘦.      𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘣𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺  𝘵𝘰  𝘨𝘰  𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘣𝘺  𝘢  𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯  𝘰𝘧  𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴  𝘢𝘴  𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨  𝘢𝘴  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘢𝘵  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦      )            but  it  was  hard  to  a    d    m    i    r    e   the  work  they  had  done  when  she  was  pacing  like  she  either  had  to  take  a  piss  or  give  a  public  speech.            ❝      you  said  you  wished  she  were  dead.      now  she’s  dead.      ❞            jd  pointed  out  the  obvious,    a  chuckle  accompanied  with  a  shake  of  his  head,            ❝      i  don’t  see  what  the  issue  is  here,    ʙᴀʙʏ.      the  𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗   is  six  feet  under.      let��s  celebrate!      ❞            springing  to  his  feet,    arms  tugged  her  to  his  chest.      she  was  overwhelmed,    but  she’d  get  over  it.      veronica  was  meant  to  be  his.            ❝      you  hated  her.      now  you’re  free.      ❞

— and  his  hands  held  her  captive. 

[lightcreators]

@unbearablyindifferent continue from here

The statement gets a weak smile out of the woman, the happiest she's looked in weeks. "And somedays it feels like you're never going to, right? That this is it-- where you're gonna be forever?" It's been years since The Incident and Sarah still swears she sees her parents' blood on her hands every morning. "... Stuck, some might say. It's pretty fucking draining."

 Strange  playfulness  played  under  his  features,  as  an  immediate  gaze  watched  over  his  hands  before  looking  at  Sarah  once  more  ---  within  that  characteristic  melancholy  who  was  following  his  name  when  he  was  among  other  people,  pretending  to  be  the  common  humans,  pretending  to  fit  somewhere  inside  an  place  that  could  be  considered  peaceful,  away  of  that  dreadful  Hell  …  Within  time,  that  emotion  of  sadness  associated  to  recollected  memories  coming  from  that  period  never  truly  leaved  his  expression,  neither  giving  rest  to  his  mind.  Scars  of  his  body  might’ve  healed  ---  a  sentence  partially  true.  If  no  fragment  of  his  skin  faced  moonlight  of  the  night,  even  the  sunlight  that  could  giving  him  supporting  presence   ---  then  yes,  he  was  inclined  to  push  behind  everything  who  had  been  done  to  him,  everything  he  wanted  to  forget,  all  reminders  concerning  his  ‘father’  who  never  looked  at  him  once   …  Discrete  swallow  following  her  sentence.  Inside  the cage  represented  by the  world,  there  was  no  escape.  He  might  be  the  light  of  evolution,  coming  from  darkness,  a  child  of  obscurity  who  deciding  to  illumine  a  darkest  place  ---  removed  of  the  pleasantness  comfort  of  the  Underground,  he  wouldn't  never  really  feeling  at  home  … 

  ❝  It’s  not  someday.  It’s  every  day.  ❞  He  nuanced  as  he  took  seriousness  upon  the  weight  of  his  sentences.  He  rarely  even  speaks  up  so  frontally  of  …  such  thing,  of  these  horrible  remembrances,  of  his  constant  reminder  attached  to  his  body.  How  sharp  he  confessed  that  sentence  was  welcomed  with  a  light  playfulness,  as  he  had  to  light  up  the  atmosphere!  ❝  It  simply  depending  how  the  day  goes  on  and  how  much  I’m  dwelling  in  alcohol  that  change  causal  perception  of  the  day  about  how  much  I  am  dealing  with  it  mentally  …  thinking  back  of  the  existence  could  have  been  if  it  had  decided  not  to  pull  horrible  jokes  on  me  …  ❞  Ah,  memory  of  Genevieve  couldn’t  never  leave  his  mind.  How  he  had  been  so  close  to  touch  an  permanent  happiness  ---  whatever  if  he  was  used  by  his  mother,  whatever  if  he  was  joyfully  manipulated  under  her  desire  within  that  emotion  of  love,  as  imperfect  and  selfish  it  was ---  under  an  long-term  protection  …  who  disappeared  by  the  instant  he  had  standing  his  point,  by  the  moment  he  had  been  rebellious  …  Well,  at  least,  he  had  been  amused  by  Lex  Luthor,  in  which  he  would  be  excited  to  bother  someday  as   hi  of  nice  moments  together  he  could  only  forgive  her  simply  for  had  pulling  him  under  his  path  more  radically  about  how  already  he  had  his  fun  !  ❝  I’m  some  kind  of  cursed~  ❞  He  eventually  confessed  with  an  charming  playfulness,  as  for  lowered  down  the  immensity  emotion  of  that  confession.  Almost  no  one  could  have  a  more  disastrous  life!  When  really,  he  was  doing  his  best  for  being  the  most  adorable  man  ever,  was  an  particular  demon  hating  so  much  his  entire  species  he  wanted  them  gone,  really  was  doing  efforts  for  always  be  nice  and  oh,  never  hurt  an  human  of  his  existence  and  will  never  do  it  ---  but  existence  seemed  just  welcoming  him  with  more  problems  as  gift.  As  all  these  efforts  weren’t  enough,  as  even  embracing  his  leader  abilities  and  be  some  strange  reason’s  voice  when  needed  ---  it  wasn’t  enough  !  ❝  I  know  I’ll  be  haunted  forever  by  the  recollections,  that  anywhere  and  everywhere  I  can  run,  it’s  won’t  leave  me.  It’s  isn’t  a  kind  of  spell  that  could  be  easily  broken.  The  night  will  always  judge  me.  By  moments,  I  thought  I  could  step  away  of  that  guilt,  of  that  suffering  ---  but  it’s  always  coming  back  to  me.  Always.  ❞  Playfulness  followed  his  smile.  ❝  Once  I  managed  to  survive  because  I  was  passing  my  whole  time  drinking  for  forget,  though  it’s  never  worked.  Sadly,  as  much  I  would  love  to  rest,  it’s  would  be  too  risky  to  do  that  …  and  some  pleasant  holidays  once  had  been  horribly  eventful.  Incredibly  fun  by  looking  back,  but  quite  stressful  at  the  time, thought my best memories ~  ❞

[ac1nums-moved]

@wr1tten, jason dean sent to veronica sawyer. don’t go into this lightly. If you’re mine, you need to understand I will burn the fucking world to the ground for you.

he was crazy. wasn't she crazy too? lot of people tend to call her that lately. was she blaming them? no. she couldn't when she know they were right about that. how could she trust someone she had only known for a short time? her parents wouldn't be proud of her. her friends wouldn't be proud of her either. this does not prevent her from making an error of judgment once again. she was sick of not being able to do or says or thinks what she wanted. with jason, everything was different. he helped her accept herself as she was, he opened her eyes to the world they lived in, showed and loved her the way she should be. or was it only in her mind? were they really perfect for each other when they've only known suffering for the majority of their relationship? maybe this mistake was a good one after all?

hearing his words, the girl couldn't help but look at the boy, while she was leaning against the wall with her diary in one hand and a slushie in the other. " you'd burn the world for me? really? is this another trick you have up your sleeve? something to make me suffer a little more? not that i'm having fun with that. i'm just… tired of all this. i would like the world to see what i'm really worth. i don't want the world to fear me the way they fear you. "

[zepskies]

Headcanon: Sleepwalking

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader, Jason Teague x Reader

AN: @jackles010378 This one's for you, hun! 😘

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Mainly fluff, implied sex, nakedness

HC: How Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Jason would react to you sleepwalking.

Dean Winchester

At first, Dean can't understand why you hesitate to sleep with him after, well, sleeping with him.

Did he read you wrong? Is just this something casual for you? The thought makes him swallow, jaw clenching, but if that's how you want it...he can try to be okay with that.

Seeing the hurt he's trying to bury behind his eyes, you settle down beside him in bed and stroke his cheek. You assure him that you're staying. Even though in the back of your mind, you're hoping and praying.

Please, God. Not tonight...

It happens around 3:00 in the morning.

Dean feels you stir on your side of his bed. He's a light sleeper at the best of times, so he turns to see you tossing the covers off your half-naked body and getting out of bed.

"Where're you going?" he says, playfully trying to grab your hand. But you slip right out of his hold without answering him, padding to the door and leaving the room.

Still half-asleep, but now thoroughly bewildered, Dean's brows furrow, and he gets up to follow you. You would never walk out of a room wearing just his shirt and nothing else, your bare feet slapping the floor with every step. He hopes Sam isn't up and about at this hour.

It takes him a while, but Dean finds you in the kitchen. There you seem to be trying to put together a bowl of Cheerios. The box is already on the counter. You're opening cupboards and leaving them open, your hands searching for a bowl.

"What'cha doin' sweetheart? Little midnight snack action? I can get behind that," Dean says.

You don't even seem to hear him. Dean watches you grab a mug instead of a bowl...and the orange juice instead of milk.

It all goes downhill from there.

"I did what?" you exclaim the next morning. "See! This is why I didn't wanna tell you."

You cover your face in your hands in mortification while Dean rubs your back, chuckling so hard he can't even breathe. You smack him in the stomach, but it doesn't stop his wheezing. He kisses you on the cheek to placate you.

"It's okay, baby. I didn't know coffee grounds and O.J. went so well together."

Beau Arlen

The first night you stay over at his air stream trailer, you warn him ahead of time while you sit beside him on the narrow bed.

"Just so you know, I um..." Getting out the words are difficult. You give him a wan smile in embarrassment, but he's listening intently, waiting for you to finish.

You sigh and decide to bite the bullet. "I tend to sleepwalk."

Just as you predicted, Beau's brows shoot up in surprise.

"Really?" he says, a smile starting to curve his lips.

Your lips twitch at a smile as well. "Yes, so I don't wanna hear any wisecracks. It runs in my family, unfortunately."

"Wow, a whole family of sleepwalkers, huh?" he muses, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. "Gotta say, I'd like to see that--"

You cut off his chuckling with a shove of his shoulder.

But that night, Beau is startled awake when you trip over his shoes left on the floor, beside a small pile of his clothes and yours that you two hadn't bothered to pick up.

You aren't hurt too badly -- just a bruised forehead and very confused the next morning.

But from then on, Beau takes your condition more seriously.

Every night, he makes sure his place is clean and organized so you don't trip on anything.

He puts a child lock on the door in case you try to open it while sleepwalking, and he keeps the sliding door to the bathroom open in case you need to get in there.

Most importantly, he locks his guns away in a safe inside his nightstand.

His objective is making sure you're safe and comfortable whenever you're with him.

Though he can't help teasing you a little bit (a lot) when you rearrange his entire sock and underwear drawer in your sleep, perfectly folded and color coded.

"Well, thanks very much, darlin'," he grins.

You shake your head, covering your warm, blushing face.

"Shut up."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

"What the fuck?" Ben wipes his bleary eyes, but he still can't believe what he's seeing.

He watches in bewilderment when he finds you in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Completely naked. Frying up some bacon to go with your toast, apparently.

Not that naked cooking doesn't appeal to him. In fact, the sight of you from behind -- your hair loose over your shoulders, the curve of your waist and the gentle swell of your hips, bare ass and legs, and the hint of side boob while your hands move deftly with the pan and silver utensil...

It's arousing, even erotic, making his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

And it actually fits pretty well with one of his fantasies that he's been wanting to try out with you.

But this is also more than a little fucking strange. You're usually dead to the world until at least 9:00 a.m.

"Sweetheart, what're you doing?" he asks. He approaches you from behind and rests a hand on your lower back as he peers over your shoulder, but you don't answer him.

When a large spark of grease pops in the pan, you barely even flinch when it hits your arm and burns you.

Instinctively, he knows something's wrong. He grabs the pan out of your hand and hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you away from the crackling grease. He turns off the stove and steps back with you in his arms.

"Hey, are you hearing me? What the fuck's going on here?" he asks.

Your eyes seem glazed over, until he (gently) slaps at your cheek.

"Hey."

Finally, you blink faster a few times, take a deeper breath, and glance up at him. "Hey..."

Your brows furrowing, you look around the room in confusion. Your eyes widen when you look down at your naked body. You gasp and cling to his arms. "What the hell?!"

"Were you fucking sleepwalking?" Ben asks, his lips twitching in amusement and incredulity all at once.

"Oh my God, you tell me!" you exclaim. This has never happened to you in your life! What the hell is going on?

He leads you back to the bedroom, and after putting your pajamas back on, you inspect the pill bottle on your nightstand. Ben gave it to you to help knock out the spell of insomnia you've been having.

After reading the list of side effects, you toss the bottle at your man's chest, even knowing he'll barely feel it.

"This is the last time I let you give me Ambien!"

Bonus! Jason Teague

What the hell did you take? Jason wonders, as he tries to keep you from unclipping your seatbelt.

The two of you are on a plane halfway to France on vacation.

You're a nervous flyer, but you just woke up from a dead sleep after taking that little pill an hour ago.

And you're apparently "feeling happy," in your words, your head rolling onto his shoulder with a giggle.

"Jase," you stage whisper (loudly). You raise a finger and swirl it around the air. "My face is hot. I'm hot. I'm hot for...you."

You tweak the tip of his nose.

He laughs a bit nervously, despite his genuine amusement. A mother looks their way with a raised brow. She puts a pair of headphones on her little boy and gives him an iPad to focus on. Jason shoots her an awkward smile and wave. Then he focuses back on you.

"Okay. Sweetheart, I like the enthusiasm, but I think you just need to sleep off the rest of whatever this is," he says. He grabs a blanket to cover you with.

"Hmm, okay."

Eventually you settle down and snuggle into him. He smiles in relief, soothing a hand over your hair and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He soon falls asleep himself.

When he wakes, you're no longer sitting beside him. His eyes popping open wide, he sits up and leans out of the aisle. He doesn't see you at all in the first class cabin.

Jason shoots up out of his seat and hurries down the other way, through the curtain where business and economy sit.

Sure enough, a flight attendant is following you up and down the aisle trying to get your attention, but you don't even seem to be hearing him.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" the attendant tries. He seems to be getting frustrated. "There's turbulence, miss. It's not safe for you to be--"

Jason hurries to you and grabs your arm just as the plane begins to tremble and shake. He knows there's something wrong if you're not freaking out right now. You should be clinging to him like a koala, not wearing a blank expression on your face as you glance up at him.

"Aw shit, you're sleepwalking," he realizes breathlessly. What the hell did you take?

He knows you told him, but now he feels guilty for not really listening as he and the flight attendant help you back to your seat.

Once you're clipped back into a seatbelt along with him, Jason sighs in relief now that he knows you're safe and sleeping more peacefully. Looks like you two are going to have an adventure before you even get to Paris.

He fishes out the little bottle from your bag and reads the label.

Xanax. Jesus Christ. One thing's for sure, Jason is throwing it out when you guys land.

You'll thank him when you wake up.

AN: �� I had more fun than I thought with this one! Let me know what you think, and if there are other characters you'd like to see the next time I do one of these headcanons. 😘💜

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[notelasts]

At least they can move their arm. JD doesn’t feel like taking her to the hospital. He doesn’t like hospitals. He’d rather not subject Veronica to whatever bullshittery goes on there if he can help it. “It’s fine. I’m not worried.” He’s really not. Veronica can move her arm and she took the ibuprofen that he gave her, so she’s fine. “You’re fine, I’m fine. It’s fine.” He sits down across from them and smiles. “Drink the rest of that. You’ll feel better.”

Veronica tries not to lie to him if she can. She doesn't like to. But injuries she's always just-- handled herself, if it's something that she thinks she can. They open their mouth to protest, but huff and sit down in a chair nearby. "I-- I think so." They quickly pop the ibuprofen in their mouth and down about half of the water, setting the glass on the table. They lift their bad arm and a wince crosses their face as they let it rest back down. The answer is barely. Did they fall? They wish they could just remember. "... sorry. for worrying you."

[rapturously]

✠⠀༷ ゜𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒 & 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

regarding character muses and fandoms.

⠀˹ 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼

all characters listed here are able to be requested for one-shots & drabbles. all are grouped according to that specific fandom.

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

michael myers — (rob zombie & 2018)

jason voorhees

thomas b. hewitt — (tcm remake)

brahms heelshire

eric newlon / john carver — (thanksgiving)

the sinclair brothers — (bo, vincent, & lester)

billy loomis

stu macher

mickey altieri

richie kirsch

ethan landry

amber freeman

tiffany valentine

brendan kemp / steve — (fresh 2022)

jackson rippner — (red eye)

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲.

hellboy — (all movies)

abe sapien — (del toro verse)

prince nuada — (hellboy films)

the lost boys (david, dwayne, marko, paul & michael)

the yautja — (predator)

count dracula — (van helsing 2004)

gabriel van helsing — (van helsing 2004)

pyramid head — (silent hill)

count orlok — (nosferatu 2024)

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦.

bruce wayne — (the batman 2022)

edward nash / the riddler — (the batman 2022)

oswald cobb / penguin — (the batman 2022)

julian rush / the scarecrow — (the batman 2022)

selina kyle / catwoman — (the batman 2022)

sofia falcone — (the batman 2022)

jonathan crane / scarecrow — (bale batman verse)

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

jim hopper

steve harrington

edward ‘eddie’ munson

henry creel / vecna

jonathan byers

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧.

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

lucifer

gabriel

gadreel

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

father paul hill — (midnight mass)

arvin eugene russell — (the devil all the time)

v — (v for vendetta)

eric draven — (the crow)

jesse pinkman — (breaking bad)

ellen ripley — (alien franchise)

david 8 — (alien franchise)

william afton — (fnaf movie)

michael schmidt — (fnaf movie)

eddie gluskin — (outlast)

leon kennedy — (resident evil)

lady alcina dimitrescu — (resident evil)

karl heisenberg — (resident evil)

joel miller — (the last of us)

rick grimes — (the walking dead)

daryl dixon — (the walking dead)

joshua washington — (until dawn)

mike munroe — (until dawn)

jim — (28 days later)

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

[slash-aaa]

also - like for a starter from one of my horror muses ( listed below ). specify muse.

anita lesnicki - jennifer's body. billy loomis - scream. beetlejuice - beetlejuice. carrie white - carrie. camille preaker - sharp objects. clarice starling - silence of the lambs. clayton riddell - cell. daniel le domas - ready or not. dana polk - cabin in the woods. dennis rafkin - 13 ghosts. graverobber - repo! the genetic opera. sheriff hassan - midnight mass. hannibal lecter - hannibal. hugh crain - the haunting of hill house. jason dean - hearhers. jeremiah hackett - the quarry oc. joel miller - the last of us. john kramer - saw. josef - creep. lee - bones and all. margot - the menu. maxine minx - x. mike schmidt - fnaf. nathan wallace - repo! the genetic opera. natalie scatorccio - yellowjackets. nathaniel james carson - serial killer oc. owen sharma - haunting of bly manor. parker nash - fbi agent oc. richie tozier - it. stu macher - scream. travis hackett - the quarry. warren hawthorne - grim reaper oc. wendy christensen - final destination 3.

[notelasts]

@unbelovd said i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't . ( veronica -> JD ! )

JD sighs. This is exactly why he never gets involved with drama. “Well?” He glances over at Veronica with a small grin. “What are you gonna about it?” He tips his head to the side as he continues to stare at her. “You gonna cry about it?” He tips his head the other way. “Or are you gonna have some fun before your inevitable demise?” He finally looks away from her with a shrug. “Up to you, Sawyer. I know what I’d pick. And I’m really hoping you’re going to pick the same thing. I’d be terribly disappointed to learn you were boring.”

[kitkatscabinet]

PROMPTS I'D LOVE TO WRITE

Credits to the following for certain prompts: @leneemusing @novelbear @creativepromptsforwriting @soulprompts @flovprompts @memesomething

FLUFF

' i don't want to spend any time apart from you. ''

'' i really need you to know that [that i love you]. ''

“ wait, you knew? “ “ you haven't exactly been discreet... “ Jason Todd

'' so, do you... love me back, or? ''

“ do you have feelings for me or something? “

“ i think i'm falling in love with you. “

“i love it when you smile! i wish you’d do it all the time�� ”

“ you can’t get rid of me that easily. i’m gonna be here every day to remind you how wonderful you are! ”

“ you know me. you… you see me. i’m never totally myself unless i’m with you. ”

“ we all have our flaws. you stayed with me in spite of mine. now i’m doing the same… ”

“ of course i remembered! i remember everything about you! ”

“ don’t make this weird, but… i saw this in the store. figured you’d like it. ”

“ whoa… hey, now, who made you cry? where’d they go? ”

“ don’t make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so… here’s a hug. ”

“ um… if you don’t mind, i think i’d like a hug now. if that’s okay… ”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“ the world just… feels right. when you’re with me. ”

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

JEALOUS/PROTECTIVE

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞ John Mactavish

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞ Dean Winchester

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS

going as each other’s “platonic” date to a mutual friend’s wedding

agreeing to kiss each other “just to see what it’s like”

punching the guy who broke your best friend’s heart

friends and family think we’re dating because we’re always acting like a couple

sharing clothes, we're just that comfortable with each other

accidentally blurting out “i love you” during a conversation

i’m watching you date all these other people and i don't know what it is i'm feeling but it's definitely not jealousy

you're upset and disappear for a couple hours, and i'm the only one who knows where to find you (which is at the location we always hung out at as children)

one dropping hints about their feelings, the other one is completely oblivious

hearing your best friend say you’re nothing more than friends, dying a little on the inside because you wish it was more than that

family and friends constantly pointing out how compatible you are with each other

ANGST

'' i can't do this without you. ''

'' don't you dare... don't you dare say goodbye. ''

'' it's okay. '' '' it's not okay. ''

'' do you remember that song, that we always used to sing as kids? [could you...?] 

'' don't you dare close your eyes. ''

'' she's not dead...! ''

'' you're gonna be okay. ''

“ can you move? “

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “ Dean Winchester

“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“ tell me it isn't true. “ “ i can't."

“ why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you’re worthy of love? ”

HURT/COMFORT

"I don’t know how to just live.  I constantly feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop."

“There are just too many people depending on me.  I can’t rest.  I can’t let them down.”

“Every time I start to feel like things are getting quieter and I can feel safe,  something bad always happens. ”

“I’m here and I’m not leaving or letting you change the subject. now talk to me.”

“You’re important to me. Do you hear me?  you’re important, and that’s never gonna change.   ”

“I’m not going anywhere until you get some sleep.”

“I want to take care of you.  please,  let me.”

“You’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe."

“I’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe.“

"It's alright... it's okay... I'm here now. I've got you."

"Of course I came for you... it would take far more than that to stop me. "

❝I know I can’t protect you from everything,  but I wish you’d let me protect you from the things I can control.❞

“You’re safe. [Name], can you hear me? They’re here to help you, you need to let them help you.”

“I wasn’t –… Your doctors weren’t sure you’d wake up.”

“You.. you were so close to dying. I was scared.”

SCENARIOS/ACTIONS

Smiling at each other from across the room

Laying a hand on the other’s leg

Fixing the other’s clothes 

A kiss to the side of the head

Embracing from behind

Laying your head on their shoulder

Bumping shoulders

you take their hands firmly, intertwine their fingers with yours

you repeatedly say you love them when they’re anxious/experiencing low self-worth

put your hands on lover’s cheeks, cradle their face in your hands

you get really mad when you hear someone hurl an insult your lover’s way

for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their body past what it’s ready for

 for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.

SECRET DATING/CONSEQUENCES

“You will cut all ties with them”

“Where were you last night?”

“How long? ” [a confused pause] “How long have you two been in a relationship

“How long do you think it’s going to take before your family finds out? ”

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

[normaltothemax]

I don't have blurbs for them all yet (so far Max's are the only ones that have them) but here are the connections I have for each muse and the verses. If you aren't on here and would like to be, please message me. Same goes for if you're on here and don't want to be.

Any tag with an asterisk (*) beside it was just made up to help me distinguish our interactions from open verses - everything is still in our regular verse.

Max Parker:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ verse: uncle bobby's salvage yard (max parker)

John Constantine / @hxllblazer ✦ verse: magical bullshit (max parker)*

Jason Todd / @tireironmybeloved ✦ verse: sorting papers running around (max parker)

Detective Connor / @detectiveconnor ✦ verse: detroit become human (max parker)

Archie Howells:

Manny Morales / @detectivewoof ✦ verse: anxiety woof (archie howells)*

Mona Wilder:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ verse: life is a highway (mona wilder)*

Miles Morales:

Peter Parker / @ordinariums ✦ verse: what’s up danger (miles morales)

Marc Spector:

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: the mage and the moon knight (marc spector)*

Steven Grant:

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: wigging out your mates (steven grant)*

Jake Lockley:

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: maybe i like your stupid face (jake lockley)*

Manny Morales / @detectivewoof ✦ verse: biting like a squeaky toy (jake lockley)*

Carol Danvers / @divinityrisen ✦ verse: stardust (jake lockley)*

Lucy Parnassus:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ verse: dead people cassette tapes (lucy parnassus)

John Constantine / @talentforlying ✦ verse: sympathy for the antichrist (lucy parnassus)*

Clint Barton:

Dick Grayson / @dramatisperscnae ✦ verse: fresh faced rookie (clint barton)

Bucky Barnes / @dramatisperscnae ✦ verse: winterhawk (clint barton)*

Detective Connor / @detectiveconnor ✦ verse: detroit become human (clint barton)

TK Strand / @parameddic ✦ verse: friends down south (clint barton)*

Jason Todd:

Dean Winchester / @therebetterbepie ✦ masks & monsters (jason todd) ✦ but here we are (jason todd) ✦ riffraff street rat (jason todd) ✦ hung up the scaley panties and pixie boots (jason todd)

Dick Grayson / @dramatisperscnae ✦ masks & monsters (jason todd) ✦ i went to asshole university (jason todd)*

Tim Drake / @arobinwithoutbatman ✦ i went to asshole university (jason todd)*

Tony Stark / @ironifiicd ✦ verse: strange and marvelous things (jason todd)

[badtouchs]

badtouchs is a roleplay blog focused on gay smut involving dark/taboo subjects . don't follow if uninterested or uncomfortable | policing/hate will not be tolerated .

general info :

i'm above twenty-one years of age. i live in the bra timezone. i'm open for writing in discord, but i highly prefer tumblr (open to sideblogs, even). i'm considering a muse list - for now, characters will be made up based on plotting/thread.

interested in :

dynamics: incest, teacher/student, boss/worker, kidnapper/victim, home invader/victim, abusive husband/victim, stalker/victim, nerd/jock, cowboy/city guy, fraternity bros, cop/thug, dirty cop/victim, rock star/groupie, priest/altar boy, cruising, grindr date (goes wrong), cult leader/follower(s), stripper/customer, creep neighbor, fandom characters. settings: medieval/historical, apocalypse, disaster, supernatural, dystopian, horror/slasher, camping settings. kinks: age difference, gangbangs, cuckolding, breeding, monsterfucking, humiliation, size difference, bodily fluids, gooning/ahegao, humping, frotting, namecalling, facials, degradation, feminization, pec play, watersports, slapping, impact play. extreme: dub-con, non-con, raceplay, underage/age play, orientation play, gender play, beastility (selective), bigotry, political play. more tba.

faceclaims :

andrew garfield. adam scott. zane phillips. idris elba. chris hemsworth. chris evans. sebastian stan. jack quaid. jake gyllenhaal. trevante rhodes. froy gutierrez. richard madden. jason momoa. brandon perea. david corenswet. michael b jordan. evan mock. henry cavill. kj apa. charles melton. jacob elordi. eric dane. aldis hodge. matt bomer. jonathan bailey. jonathan groff. aaron taylor-johnson. bob morley. danny pino. andre lamoglia. carloto cotta. alexander ludwig. alexander skarsgard. bill skarsgard. michael evans behling. dylan o'brien. winston duke. lewis tan. will sharpe. theo james. rege-jean page. jensen ackles. jared padalecki. jeffrey dean morgan. chace crawford. alessandro bedetti. jon bernthal. andrew lincoln. clayton cardenas. jeremy allen white. avan jogia. dylan minnette. thomas doherty. ross lynch. lee pace. leo woodall. timothee chalamet. oscar isaac. matt barr. travis van winkle. chay suede. wagner moura. jesse williams. ricky whittle. mason gooding. jack champion. pedro pascal. ethan hawke. drew starkey. harris dickinson. joshua bassett. david harbour. milo ventimiglia. paul mescal. non-comprehensive.

banned / hard no :

writers under the age of eighteen. faceclaims under the age of eighteen. faces: most tiktokers/influencers/models. johnny depp. harry styles. noah schnapp. more tba. kinks: scat, rosebud. more tba.

[criticalwrites]

just another brief call for 1x1 writing partners on discord! while i do only write as real celebs (rpf) i am open to writing against ocs (although i would love to write against other real celes). the only requirements i have is that you must be 21+ and the age gap between both muses can't be more than 10 years.

while the full list of celebs that i write can be found on my pinned post, below is a shorter list of those i have the most muse for. so if you're interested please let me know!

aaron taylor johnson

bradley cooper

caterina scorsone

chris hemsworth

emily blunt

gemma chan

hilarie burton

henry cavill

idris elba

jason momoa

jeffrey dean morgan

jesse williams

jessica chastain

john krasinski

natalie portman

oscar isaac

patrick dempsey

rahul kohli

ryan reynolds

sebastian stan

winston duke

[notelasts]

He glances at her, barely able to stifle his laughter. The fact that she still cares about him gives him a little hope. “I’ve had worse, y’know.” He has not, in fact, had worse, but Veronica doesn’t know that. And he’s lied to her before, about much worse things, so it’s fine. He can get away with this one. “I’ll be fine.” He’s not entirely sure about that. His vision is starting to go spotty, and the ground seems to be moving under his feet. But he’ll be fine.

He leers at her a little as she ties the jacket around his wound. “You gonna take me home, then? Smuggle me into your bedroom?” He doesn’t want to go back to his house. He knows he probably needs a hospital, but he doesn’t want to go there, either. Doctors ask questions, and JD isn’t one to answer questions he doesn’t like.

Veronica has so many conflicting feelings about this it's compounding on the noise in her head, making it hard to think straight; to process. In what world do either of them survive this? One of them, surely, must be dead, right? But neither of them are. The dead don't bleed.

"H-- Hey! D-- don't poke at it!" She's decided in the whirlwind of what is surely going to be the next few days that she figures out how to stop him from passing out and how to deal with any authority that will, almost definitely, come looking. Or maybe she should just try and toss him in her Jeep and run. Really? Her aim needs work? Why is he so--

"Here, just-- here." They shrug off their jacket-- or was it his? She lost track and they go to attempt to tie it around his wound. Something to hopefully put pressure on it and stop the bleeding. "We can't stay here, people definitely heard that."