#my territory i own this tag now. /j

[starshapedspider]

that shadow of yours gets lighter everyday

[honeyshiddendesire]

Dirty Alphabet - Eustass

Eustass Kid x Female Reader

*This one I got carried away cause he's my boo lol 🥵❤️‍🔥🫦*

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you're already in a relationship he will be a big snuggler but don't you dare mention it or he'll deny it. If it's a casual/ one night stand thing he'd probably see if you wanna go get drinks…or just bounce up outta there. Lol

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

Loves choking you and knowing he's so strong he could crush your windpipe buttt he's a kinky man so he loves it if you return the favor when you're riding his cock. Your smaller hands trying to squeeze even just the smallest amount of oxygen makes him grunt and groan out curses.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Big mess maker for sure!! Wants to fill you with cum but also wants to cover you in it too. Smear that shit along with your makeup till you're a big sloppy mess that he can tease. If you swallow so be it but he loves shooting it on that pretty face of yours. Also he cums A LOT! So be prepared!

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

Wants to tag team you with Killer which you expected but the real secret is that he thought of sharing you with Law and Luffy. He doesn't know why but the thought plagues his brain. Maybe it's the fighting they've done together in Wano that drew him to the idea but he'll never admit it to you…maybe he'll tell Killer though.

E = Exhibitionist? (Do they like being watched)

Loves attention!!! Watch him all you want but don't think he'll be shy about it baby. That man will solo masturbate and talk you out of your panties in a second to join him. Also loves watching you as well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to showcases his strength and his big dick. Full nelson, mating press to keep you pinned down and feel his entire length. Also pronebone so you can't push him off and his big arms can cage you in how he likes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will crack jokes but always in a teasing way as he's fucking you into the mattress. If you try to make an embarrassing joke though just expect him to scowl.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I wanna say kind of trimmed cause he looks like he manscapes but he likes having a happy trail of red hair leading to the ‘main treat’.

Idk why but I feel like if you didn't shave he'd go feral. 🤷‍♀️ Idk why lol but I think you not following the usual beauty standards would drive him literally insane lol

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

He's a horn ball 24/7 so he's super handsy and if he's not touching you he'll spill pure filth no matter who's around. His crew gets a kick out of it but if they try and make comments to you best believe they'll be thrown overboard or spending their time scrubbing their own blood off the deck.

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

It's Kidd…he's territorial. I can totally see him getting jealous and storming off somewhere. But if you've been together a long time he's not asking questions just grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to punish you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation Kink! He loves the both of you being fucked out beyond the point of words, shaking and drooling from round after round.

Corruption Kink! If you're a good girl, best believe he wants to change that. Wants to turn you into a horny ticking time bomb, literally desires to turn that shy exterior into a handsy sex machine just like him.

Glasses glasses glasses!!! If you wear glasses it makes you look nerdy/sweet which plays into his corruption Kink and now he can't help but picture what they'll look like covered in his cum. (Totally self indulgent but IDC it's my page lol)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man has no shame when it comes to sex on his ship, hell he'll even fuck you in an alley way. Weirdly doesn't like you being seen though so he'll pick positions that he can cover you with his big body. Even covering your mouth so no one can hear the sweet sounds you make for him only.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's always horny but loves when you get just as handsy as him though. If you do try flirting he'll make you work for it just to see how far and bold you get.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't really think of anything this man won't do tbh lol 🤣 He's a freaky freak.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves fucking your face but loves eating pussy, it's his favorite meal. Ask him and he'll be honest.🥵 So sit on his face and then you both can devour each other.

P = Pace (rough and fast, slow and soft)

Depends on his mood. He's always rough but sometimes he'll fuck you slow with deep mind numbing thrusts till you're begging for him. Yet other times he'll fuck you fast and hard till you're shaking and drunk on his cock.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes yes yes. Whenever and however many he can get from you he's down.

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Yup whether giving or receiving that man is down. He's a big boy who can take you whipping him or even slapping him across the face while he's tied up. But won't go as hard on you as you can go on him. He knows his strength but won't push yours unless you beg of course.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

Depends on who it is. If it's Killer, absolutely lol If he's having a captains talk with Law and Luffy and they just so happen to mention you he'll freak out in a feral lust but ultimately it's up to you of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He makes his own of course. He's a craftsman with many skills and desires so of course he'll come up with something.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The meanest 🥵 teasing you till you're pouting and begging for relief

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

Yup yup! He'll even join you in giving him a show lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you wear heels, step on him! Not in a submissive way but more in a, “I'm strong those pointy heels won't do shit” type of way. It's like a play on a pain fetish and heel/foot fetish. The feeling of your heels scratching at his shoulders make his groans so much raspier. Will also kiss along your ankles when you wear them telling you how hot they look.

If your feet end up hurting while you walk he'll just toss you over his shoulder before you can even think of removing them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick baby~ heavy dick and veiny with big breeding balls 🤷‍♀️ just saying the man cums alot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always on go!!!!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His brain can be pretty active so it takes him a minute tbh but he'll cuddle you to sleep and fall out shortly after.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Mammon A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

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18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (5 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

He'll be nervous & get shy with any new kinks. He's always willing to try though, just give him a little time & if he changes his mind, he'll tell you! After trying something, he will let you know if he didn't particularly care for it or not. "That? Ya I like that... but this? Nah, not my style!"

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

The first time you two have sex with each other, it's steamy, passionate & fluffy. Maybe just slightly clumsy but that only happens because of the excitement you both have! Especially him! He loves you & feels much closer to you after it. Cuddling with you the first time after sex filled a hole he didn't know he had. From then on he always looks forward to cuddling after sex.♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: possessive/territorial/violent, ass grabbing, objectification(?) All common sense goes out the window when it comes to this man & jealousy. He's bark & bite (peck?). He has no issue interrupting you & an unknown demon if they look at you like some piece of meat. You're his; no one's taking his treasure! He will wrap an arm around you or smack your ass & plant a quick kiss, glaring at whoever you're talking to & they can usually take the hint. ...Now if he actually finds someone outright flirting with you & making you uncomfortable, he'll lose his shit & get in their face quick. He has no issue grabbing them & throwing them. "Who do ya think you are! Talkin' like that to what's mine! Remember your place!"

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

The first time you sent Mammon a video, he jerked it until his balls were completely drained. He of course sent his own vid showing you how much he loved it. "Mmph, fuuuck!...look at what ya do to me...haah! Look at all this fuckin' cum , just for you baby." He couldn't help but ask for more vids from you so he can jerk off when you're not around. He loves to send you his feedback every time.❤️

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Before you, he would watch it every other day if he was in the mood. Succubus's & witches, pretty tame actually nothing too crazy & usually had some praise kink involved. Those vids did it for him up until he got you. Now he turns to his own private (favorite) collection if he has to jerk off. See V too lol.^

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

[idontevenknow7878]

Death only comes to some

A semi-angsty fic

(tw!: mentions transphobia, talks of death/suicide, existentialism, general angstyness)

(characters: devon “devo” o’reilly, jinan karam)

(scene: jinan & devo we’re just done shopping in the ironside undercities, and had settled down just by the towns outskirts, when, during one of their usually meaningless conversations, things get existential)

D: “I never remember food being that expensive, like 28.67 quid to feed the two of us? Might as well have my kidney too!”

J: “Last time I checked, it was always that way, I dunno how much it is in the Redfall undercities, but, Ironside gotta stay funded somehow”

D: “Jinan, you have not LIVED until you’ve tried my Grandmothers cooking, she owns a little stall in the undercity and she can make THE best soups you’ve ever had in your whole entire life!”

D: *sigh* “I just wish that I could see her again”

J: “I don’t mean to pry, and you don’t even have to answer this if you don’t want to but, why can’t you go back to Redfall, you’ve mentioned that you can’t travel too close to their territory even if you want to, so I was just wondering, why can’t you go?”

*jinan sounds cautious, they know that bringing up Redfall in front of Devon is generally not a great idea*

D: *sigh* “Redfall have really strict laws against people who are different, I had a friend when I was younger, Frances was their name, they were the best kid you could ever meet, but, they were born differently, so everyone treated them like shit. Even their own faction.”

D: “And, as you know, I wasn’t born ‘Devo’ and because of that, I was shunned, even by my own family, the only person who could make me feel better was, well, me, and nobody could see me as a person because of that.”

D: “Which is why I hate Redfall, and everyone in it. I hate Frances’s stupid little girlfriend who made her believe that she was their only escape from it all, I hate my family for making me feel like I deserve to die because of who I truly am, I hate myself for thinking that they were correct.”

D: “Ji-Jinan, that was a lot, you don’t have to answer all of that, I kinda just dumped all of my traumas onto you with little warning.”

J: “Devo I-, it’s okay, you’re okay, don’t apologise.”

D: “Jinan, do you ever feel like the world is closing in on you, and you deserve it? Like it’s a punishment for something you can’t control? Like you deserve death because of what you are?”

*tears start rolling down Devon’s face, his voice starts to grow shaky*

J: “Devo? Are you okay?”

D: “Like your death is okay? Like no one will miss you? I’m not the only one who feels like that? Please tell me I’m not-“

*devon starts to break down, more tears streaming down his face*

J: “I-“

D: “-Please tell me I’m not the only one “

J: “Devo, tell me if you are okay or not, I’m your friend, I need to know, I want to keep you safe, mentally and physically”

D: “Can we go set up camp now? Please”

*the two then go out to the wastes not far from ironside, and set up camp, and sleep under the stars*

tagging the pangea peeps

@rozeliyawashereyall @not-5-rats @littlesiren79 @honk-x2 @diamondzoey @strayharmony943 @wilderrorcard @non-binaryweirdo69 @lightdragon789 @aspenm00n

[littlest-bugz]

current hyperfixation? (feel free to infodump!!)

YIPPEEE!!! This made my day FR!! Thank you, mutual <3

ANYWAYS

This is kind of embarrassing, but I’ve been deeply invested by my own OCverse for going on 8 years now. Its my Special Interest, which sucks because,,, im the only one who can make content of these stinkies,,,,,

I really find it hard to hyperfixate on anything else because of the fact Ive been invested for so long (except for Web Design and coding, which I wont infodump about, since its literally all for these stories, deadass).

It is not fun at times because 1) all the characters live rent free in my head and criticize how I write them in my novels [that DID life] and 2) its SO hard to make new projects and get attached to them. Ive been trying for 2 years to make a horror project out of one concept but I seriously cant get fully invested and it SUCKS. Let me make my silly little horror web series damnit!!!!! (@ my brain)

I have 3 novels and one fantasy series im working on so,,,, Infodump time >:3c

TWs: Terminal Illness + brief mentions of (mental institute) hospitalization, murder, war, and some others that I’m not 110% sure the exact tags for them (basically kind of cannibalism, but between nonhuman species). Other than terminal illness, they’re super brief mentions, but still proceed with caution.

Right now, I’m working on one of the books I’ve been writing for nearly my whole time writing. Ive been only working on it since feb 1st (it’s, like, the THIRD draft tho).

Blurb about book

Melissa is a bassist in a rock band she formed with her high school friends. Just as her, and her friends’, career begins takes off, she gets diagnosed with a terminal illness. With a month left to live, and a shit ton of unfinished business, she invokes her best friend’s patron deity who is capable of miracles, Flip. Melissa and Flip make a pact to keep her alive until her business is over, but oh no! Melissa has caught the eyes of another god, and a pretty shitty one at that. How is she going to make her last months peaceful if she’s being hunted down by a god?

The working title is called “Ensuring Your Spot In Hell” because Flip is, essentially, a demon in the universe (rules an infernal ring of hell- it means I would have to explain the worldbuilding around hell and its A LOT), but titles are!!! So hard for me!!!

A list of random facts about the book™️ because I don’t want to write full paragraphs bc I can go on forever if u ask me to:

Flip’s name is a shortened version of his actual name, Fli’pyek. Furthermore, the domain Flip rules over is that of Wrath and Violence

Trinity (Melissa’s childhood bestie, and the friend that worship’s Flip) is a hereditary witch and pagan. Her family has been worshipping Flip and practicing witchcraft for several generations! They literally have their own holy book (generational BoS/Grimoire/whatever u want to call it).

Melissa had been sick with the disease™️ since she was 16. She just neglected the shit out of her own health (me too bestie, me too). It easily could have been prevented if she went to the doctor back when she was, at least, 18 years old, max 24.

At the time Melissa is diagnosed with her terminal illness, she’s 26. By the time she was supposed to die, she would’ve been freshly 27. Has anyone heard of the 27 club theory before? Or is it just an obscure reference I made LMAO

Melissa has extended biological family that worships Flip! It gets super awkward when Melissa visits them with Flip lol

The other primordial god that Melissa finds herself in a predicament with is named Ama, the god of Cruelty and Torture. Not a swell guy to get mixed up with, that’s for sure!

Melissa has an orange and white cat named Cheddar!

Flip always smells like whiskey and freshly cut tobacco. At all times. It’s bc his blood smells like it (and tastes like it too, but why are you tasting it? /j)

Any other facts might be getting into spoiler territory, BUT!! Thats the one Im working on rn, in February. In January I worked on another book, but that one honest to gods might be too triggering for this acc for an indepth thingy like the book I just did. It’s being rewritten to not be so triggering, but bc it’s a throw up of some of our trauma, it’s not an easy task to censor it.

REGARDLESS, Here’s a rundown of ALL of my main novels (minus the one I already talked about)

The Case of Twin Woods [mystery, drama, crime] (the one i worked on January)

Chastity hates her life. She hates her shitty job, she hates her shitty friends, and she hates her shitty family. After opening up too much to an online friend about her chronic suicidality, Chastity gets taken to Twin Woods Mental Institute, the state’s mental institution. There she befriends an eccentric group of patients, then finding out something terrible might be going on with the head warden, Leon Bellamy. She takes it upon herself to find out and solve the mystery, but she may have bitten off more than she can chew.

Untitled One (but leaning towards the name of ‘Jealousy’ or somethin idk) [drama, romance, crime]

Mia has a quiet life. She works at a library, she fosters cats, and by all means, has what could be considered a ‘boring life’. One day, she gets laid off from her job under the excuse of “cutting costs”, leaving her without a job and severance. While scrambling for a job, she finds one at a local cafe, the most frequented one in the city. There she befriends one of the regulars, a cold, quiet man named Zander, and after she unknowingly helps Zander’s brother, she becomes significantly closer to him. However, her boss, a bitter ex of Zander’s, hears about their ensuing closeness and decides she doesn’t like what’s going on. One failed dinner party and murder attempt later, Mia is left scrambling to hide that she killed Angelina in self defense. Will she be successful in hiding the murder? Or will the justice system make quick work of her?

Untitled Fantasy Series (has about 2 actual novels and 3 novellas… a possible third novel too) [drama, romance]

book one

Since his birth, King Sunshine has known his fate. He is to be sacrificed for the greater good of the realm he resides, killing his oppressive father, but losing his life in the process. It’s a prophecy that has been laid out since the beginning of Racktokian history, one King Sunshine was never able to escape due to his father’s unspoken rage at his own murder. After meeting a Vurtock for the first time, a species his father only used as cattle, Sunshine finds himself quickly entangled in a plot to overthrow his own father to liberate the Vurtockian race. He knows what he has to do, but it isn’t easy.

book two

The great war tore apart the country King Sunshine called home. His father left no stone unturned from his rage, and public opinions split the people. In the rubble of his home, he builds a new country founded on the importance of the civilians, only to be elected as a King in place of his father. Living in the palace he always called home, but had tried to escape, he finds that his father keeps sending assassins to make attempts on his life. One assassin, a vurtock with nothing to lose, hits a soft spot in Sunshines heart. After deescalating the attempt on his life, he offers the vurtock to stay in his castle until they’re able to find the proper resources to help him build a life in the new country. Far away from the oppressive dictatorship of his father. Yet, as his guest begins to stay for longer than intended, he sees that yet another step in the prophecy will begin.

Despite how the second book blurb is written, it’s more from the vurtock’s point of view than Sunshine’s. I just had a total brain fart.

The novellas for the fantasy book follow the POV of other important characters, such as the ruler of the Vurtockian rebellion, the POV of other rulers. For a while I wanted to write one from Raphaël’s POV, but I decided it wouldn’t be worth writing a whole book about a piece of shit finding joy in the pain he causes. Like, no thanks, ill pass.

Theres a possible 3rd book that would essentially be an extended epilogue, since the prophecy doesn’t stop at Sunshine’s death. I just haven’t thought as far as the 2 books and 3 novellas, in terms of outlining the books and stuff.

I honestly could give TONS more info on the fantasy books because that part of my universe has been around nearly the whole time Ive been writing. I have maps of the world, maps of countries, maps of even just cities, house and castle layouts, moodboards, art. Visual references galore. Not to mention the playlists for each character + each book. I also made a document called “The Remian Bible” because it has everything about the world in it, including the alphabets of the languages, grammar structures for said languages and literally 5 holy books for the religions even tho they wont evEN BE TALKED ABOUT IN ENOUGH DEPTH (why did i do that to myself /lh j/. It doesn’t help that I still want the write the holy books in their native languages… oo,,, and imagine writing the actual novels in the native languages,,,,). It’s honestly kind of,,, surreal how much time Ive put into this world 🧍 Like??? Damn,,,,

BUT YEAH!!! Those are all the books that take place in my ocverse + some other info!!! The things that are my hyperfixation,,,, My own books and world LMAO— The books don’t include half of the ocs in my ocverse tho, so thats where the website im coding comes in. It’ll have short stories based on the backstories of various characters on it, and Yes, even the background characters will be on it bc Im fucking bonkers and fleshed them out, even though some of them are in one scene for 2 minutes.

That being said, if anyone, or u mutual (if u read this wall of text), found any of this interesting, or wants to read even just the prologue of any of these, DM me!! I’m always looking for beta readers!! Or people to talk to about it too, that’d be fantastic. I really need beta readers, so seriously. DM me if u want to read my cringey stories!! I can give better in depth tws too!!!

EDIT: I need to mention that I go through spurts of hyperfixating on only one book or series. Thats why its both my hyper fixation AND my Special Interest

[chloegong]

that semi-AU romajuliette + benmars fic

i need a permanent place to store this after dumping a random google doc on twitter so here it is, the author writing fic for her own book because people gave me headcanons and they were too good not to make use of

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the one where juliette and marshall go out for a night out on the town and roma and ben have to go along to supervise because one time they accidentally committed arson —headcanon from twitter user @leonidasvaldz

a semi AU where Benedikt and Marshall were hanging out with Roma and Juliette in those happy months R&J had together in 1922 before everything went wrong (aka you can take this as canon because it will fit the timeline but the characters won’t have memory of this in the actual published books)

Disclaimer: i wrote this in one go inside a starbucks please expect ao3 user chloegong and not Author Chloe Gong who does multiple rounds of edits on her books

Second Disclaimer: nobody go putting this on goodreads before someone on my publishing team kicks my ass (rightfully so, i’m on deadline rn and i’m writing fanfic instead of my real contracted manuscript)

Mandatory reminder that Our Violent Ends is available for preorder with all links here :)

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It wasn’t supposed to happen again. And yet, somehow, Benedikt was watching fire curl around the side of the building, the roof beams giving a loud groan before shuddering and caving in on itself.

He turned a look onto Roma. “Your girlfriend is a maniac.”

~

Five hours earlier...

Juliette climbed in through the window of Roma’s bedroom, careful to hug the burlap bag close to her chest as she landed on his carpet. The howling wind outside drowned out some of the clinking, but the glass bottles were still making a racket no matter how carefully she hugged the bag. She had gone full throttle for tonight; when no one was watching and her relatives were downstairs crowing over a game of cards, she had snuck around and robbed the liquor cabinets at the Scarlet mansion quite generously. Now she dropped the bag onto Roma’s floor with a huff, brushing a curl of hair out of her eyes.

“Where’s Marshall?”

Roma looked up from where he was reading, putting his book down and rising from the bed smoothly.

“Well, hello.” He strode toward her, stopping before her with his arms crossed. “Lovely to see you too. You do know it is my bedroom you just snuck into, right?”

Juliette pretended to jump in surprise, looking around wildly. “Do you jest? Oh, bother. Let me climb back out and go find my real lover. Marshall! Where are—”

With a huff that seemed to double as a laugh, Roma grabbed her wrist before she could turn around and leave through the window again.

“You’re hilarious,” he said dryly.

“I know.” Juliette reached up with her free hand, clasping her cold fingers right onto his neck. Though her palm was freezing from the bitter temperatures outside, Roma hardly flinched, he only shrugged his shoulder up to keep her hand there. He couldn’t fight back the grin. For several seconds, the two of them only stood there, looking like a pair of idiots smiling at each other.

Then his door opened.

“Are we interrupting something?”

Marshall bounded into the room, throwing the door wide open. With a horrified expression, Benedikt hurried in after him and closed the door quickly, listening for movement on the other side.

“Yes, leave the door wide open,” Benedikt said. “While any White Flower strolling the corridor can peer in and see the Scarlet heir standing there in a silly coat.”

Juliette stepped away from Roma, peering down at herself as if she had forgotten what she put on. “I didn’t think it was that silly. It’s my disguise.”

“You do look a little like a housewife,” Marshall said, considering the coat.

“A fifteen-year-old housewife?”

“I suppose that is exactly why you look a little silly.”

Juliette pulled a face, but refrained from arguing further. She was here tonight because Marshall wanted to see the new Scarlet club that opened along Thibet Road, and she had promised she could sneak him in. Unfortunately, Marshall was bad at keeping secrets, and the worst at keeping secrets from Benedikt. The moment that Benedikt heard Marshall was planning on entering Scarlet territory, he had decided that he would come in accompaniment.

Juliette supposed it was only fair. Benedikt didn’t entirely trust her, but he was nice enough. He tolerated her presence and always kept an eye over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t spotted on their territory if she poked her head in to see Roma. While Juliette didn’t know much about Marshall either, he was far warmer than his best friend, and for the first time last week, they had even enjoyed an outing with just the two of them. Juliette Cai and Marshall Seo—out and about in the border territories on a quaint evening.

That outing had ended with accidental arson though, so it was rather possible that exacerbated Benedikt’s desire to play chaperone. And of course, if Benedikt was coming along, Roma wanted to tag along too.

The arson was hardly their fault, Juliette and Marshall had maintained when the Montagovs asked questions. What kind of person left a stack of hay out beside a bar? And what kind of hay was that easily flammable just from accidentally whacking one of the lanterns on the awning onto the stack?

“All right.” Juliette hauled the bag up again. “Are we ready to sneak onto Scarlet territory?”

“Absolutely not,” Benedikt muttered, strolling past her for Roma’s window. “But is that going to stop either of you?”

Before anyone could answer him, Benedikt had already hopped the small gap between windows, climbing into their neighboring building for their route out unspotted.

“Great!” Juliette said. She passed the bag to Roma so he could do the carrying. What was the point of converting a rival gang enemy into a lover if not to lug around her heavy things? “Glad we’re all so enthusiastic.”

Roma sighed, clambering onto his sill and making the climb too. “The things I do for you, dorogaya.”

Marshall hurried after him. “I would argue you’re actually doing this for me, dearest Roma!”

With a snort, Juliette climbed out last, and pulled the window after her.

~

The Scarlet club had been a bust. Of course, Benedikt had figured that would be the case from the get-go, especially if they were sneaking in at such a late hour to avoid being seen by anyone important in the Scarlet Gang. At least Juliette had provided good alcohol, and now he squinted at the label of the wine bottle under the street lamps while they walked, taking the smaller main roads along the periphery of the city.

Up ahead, Roma and Juliette were whispering to each other, though they didn’t sound like they were talking in full sentences. Those two always communicated in looks and gestures, swapping languages whenever they felt like it and ending up with some incoherent tangle of words that no one else could comprehend.

“Is there anything left in that?”

Benedikt glanced to his side, shaking the bottle to show Marshall. “One last swig. All yours.”

Marshall took the bottle. He put it to his lips and swung up, his head tipped to the sky and the line of his throat bared to the night. Benedikt shivered suddenly, a line of goosebumps rising at the back of his neck. The season had turned cold and the wind that blew onto his face was biting. He wrote off his shudder to the chill, to the temperature dropping with the longer they spent outside at such an hour.

Suddenly, Marshall was squinting into the distance. “Hey.” His call summoned Roma and Juliette’s attention from ahead, who both turned around to see what the matter was.

Marshall pointed to the dark shape off the end of the road. “Isn’t that the abandoned factory we lost to the Scarlets?”

“Is it?” Juliette asked, a sudden glee in her face.

“Why would you say that?” Roma bemoaned. He didn’t bother trying to stop her as Juliette hurried ahead, eager to explore the factory. “Look what you’ve done.”

But Marshall was wearing a similar expression, his eyes scanning the factory as they approached closer and closer. Wordlessly, he handed the bottle back to Benedikt, and though Benedikt’s head was spinning from the drink, he still recognized the exact face that Marshall made before he was going to get himself into trouble.

“Mars—”

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” he insisted, tipping his chin forward. Juliette had disappeared into the factory. “You two be look-out. We wouldn’t want someone finding us here, right?”

Benedikt scarcely had a second to argue back. Marshall was already hurrying off.

~

Inside the factory, Juliette trailed her hands along the dark walls, her eyes wide. The machines looked strange in the moonlight, but stranger while sitting so idle. She was used to seeing rows and rows of workers in the daytime, trailing after her father as he ran inspections on the work of their trade partners. It might have been the wine in her system, but everything seemed to sway: sitting so inactive in movement that her eyes were imagining movement.

“Pst.”

Juliette almost jumped out of her skin.

“Christ,” she muttered, whirling around with a hand on her heart. Marshall slunk out from the shadows, both his hands in his pockets. “You gave me a fright.”

“Me? Frightening?” Marshall picked up a strange object on the table, inspected it for several seconds, then set it back down. “I am the least frightening person on the planet.”

“Yes, well, when it’s so dark, even a cuddly teddy bear would be terrifying.” Juliette felt around her dress. She thought she had tucked her lighter in here somewhere. There were little pockets sewn around the sleeves and armholes that she kept all her weapons, though if anyone asked, she would say she had the ability to materialize them out of thin air.

“Do you scream often at teddy bears?”

“Only when they sneak up on me.”

“I don’t see you screaming at Roma.”

“He gets a special pass. He’s only a teddy bear on the inside.”

Marshall snorted. He leaned down, trying to read the paper taped down to the table. At last, Juliette found her lighter—it was actually in her sock—and she brought it close, thumbing down the sparkwheel for a flame.

“Do not touch—for demolishing,” Marshall read under the new light. “Are the Scarlets going to build something new here?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Juliette replied. “My father doesn’t include me in his business meetings yet.”

“Hmm.” The shadows of the factory danced. Juliette thought she saw someone darting in her periphery, and she whirled around, but it was only Marshall’s shadow. Unfortunately, she had scared Marshall with her movement, and he bumped into her, asking, “What? What is it?”

The lighter flew out of her hands, landing on the paper.

“Nothing, nothing!” Juliette assured. “I was seeing things.”

But Marshall wasn’t convinced. He swiveled around. Peered hard into a corner. “Was it ghosts? I know this city has ghosts. All that death creates so many ghosts.”

Juliette tried to look where he was looking. She couldn’t see anything except the dark.

“There is no such thing as ghosts.”

“Just last week, I felt something walk by me and then there was no one when I looked. I swear to you, if it wasn’t ghosts then I—” Marshall stopped suddenly, turning around to look at the table. “Uh… is that supposed to happen?”

Juliette whirled around too. The whole table was on fire. “Oh, God.”

With a sudden pop, the fire sprung up and licked up to the walls. There had to be something sprayed inside the factory already to prepare for demolition, or else the flames would not be traveling with such intensive speed.

“Marshall,” Juliette said simply.

“Yes?”

She looked at him. “When the Montagovs ask, we blame the factory and say we have no idea what happened. Run!”

~

Benedikt and Roma kept watch in relative silence. Benedikt’s head was spinning, and his cousin looked like his head was doing the same if his swaying was any indication. Roma was humming softly under his breath, toeing the grass that grew around the abandoned factory.

Then, there was a sudden sound from inside, and the first tendrils of flames blew out from the topmost windows.

“Roma,” Benedikt said plainly. “I’m willing to bet my life savings that Juliette Cai just committed arson.”

Roma tilted his head up, his jaw dropping agape. At first, he could only stare at the growing fire, eating up the roof beams. Then, he said: “To be fair, it could have been Marshall.”

Benedikt threw his arms into the air. “Who looks more like the arson type, Juliette or Marshall?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“The answer was Juliette!”

Benedikt pinched the bridge of his nose. He was rapidly growing concerned, but before he could suggest they go in to search for the two, Juliette and Marshall ran out from the factory—laughing. The factory was burning down, and they were laughing, grasping at each other and spinning in circles right in front of the factory. They looked a sight: seconds away from collapsing atop of each other in utter delirium.

Benedikt turned to Roma. “Your girlfriend is a maniac.”

Roma was struggling to hold back his laugh watching her with Marshall. “I think she’s magnificent.”

Marshall stumbled, and Juliette squealed, reaching out to grab his arm before he could trip and land flat on his face. Benedikt almost—almost—let a smile slip. Before Roma could sight it and tease him for enjoying himself after all, he cleared his throat.

“What happened?” he bellowed.

“Faulty factory!” Marshall called back.

Benedikt shook his head, turning on his heel. They needed to get out of here before someone reported the fire.

“Come on!” he called back to the three. “Let’s go before the Municipal Police arrive.”

Upon Benedikt’s summons, Marshall left Juliette’s side and hurried to catch up. He slowed to a stroll once he was beside Benedikt, but Benedikt could feel Marshall watching him.

“What?” Benedikt asked. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his cousin was following too. Thankfully he was, though it was mostly Juliette hauling him along, their hands clasped together and swinging while Roma kept looking at the fire.

“I think you enjoyed yourself,” Marshall replied smugly. “After all that complaining about sneaking into Scarlet territory.”

Benedikt reached out and rapped his knuckles on Marshall’s skull. With a shriek, Marshall darted ahead.

“You want me to enjoy myself?” Benedikt shouted after him, breaking into a run too. “Come back then! Let me throttle you!”

FIN.

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#5

Movie concept: students from pan India living together in a hostel but instead we get less represented states like 7 sisters(+sikkim), Odisha, Karnataka, MP, Chhattisgarh, Jharkhand, Goa in lead along with correct representation of states like Haryana, Punjab, Tamil Nadu, Kerela, Andhra, Bihar, J&K&Ladakh in the background

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#4

Just read a comic where UK and Canada were referred to as North Punjab and West Punjab and I haven’t been okay since

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#3

Why isn’t mass media more neutral?

Disclaimer: I’m not taking any sides here, nor am I provoking any of you to say it, but this has been on my mind quite a bit and I feel like saying it now: Honestly saying, I’ve always felt like the media favours Palestine over Israel way to much even tho media is supposed to be neutral.

Essays in exams, front pages of newspaper, stars on social media always talk about Palestine but seem to be painting a rather black and white “Palestine good Israel bad” picture but never seem to be willing to dwell deeper into the topic, and when they they go somewhat below the surface it’s always from Palestine’s perispective only, nothing explaining Israel’s side of story as passionately even if at all. Even in India vs Pakistan wars, you’ll find motives and aggressions from both sides easily enough if you looked.

“Stars” like Bela Hadid raise slogans demanding Israel’s dissolve under the ruse of Palestine’s independence and no one bats an eye. The founder of Human rights watch left the organisation saying that it was being biased towards Palestine and has forgotten its original purpose. A lot of funding of these pro palestine news channels comes from Pro Islamic nations organisations, most of the said countries being Palestine supporters.

Palestine is suffering, yes, but it’s not just Israel that’s making it suffer. Hamas has a major role to play too. It kills its own civilians more than Israel does. Palestine has seen some serious bloodshed since Hamas came into power but no one seems to focus on that. There’s little to no discussion about how Palestine is bleeding internally due to hamas, but only the stuff that can be used against Israel.

You’ll hear about how Israel “attacked” Gaza and most of the times it turns out to be some retaliation. We always hear about civilian deaths whose names are never revealed but no one ever wonders what civilians were doing around militant bases. We talk about how palestinians are being thrown out of Israel to show them as big aggressors and it turns out that the land was originally Israel’s territory to begin with.

I’m not being pro-Israel here, And I very well admit that it can have its fair share of violations, such as killing of the one Al-Jazeera reporter , accident or not (look, I fucking hate that platform but that doesn’t mean I condone killing of someone who didn’t do anything) but this is something that has always made me curious. It can’t be as simple as “Israel evil”, can it?

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Jaune Arc, Viking Warlord

Hey folks!

So this is another one shot I took from my profile on fanfiction.com to share with y'all here to both entertain and encourage folks to check out my works over there. So please read and enjoy, and if you want more you can find it thanks to the handy dandy link I'll put below. Also just as a heads up, things get rather steamy in this fic. I figure most of you don't mind or already know since you read the tags, but I just figured I'd put a disclaimer up for anyone who's not into that. It doesn't go into full on smut territory, but it certainly rides (heh) that line.

Enjoy!

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Finally.

He had hunted across the high seas, destroying everyone and everything that stood in his path. Mighty ocean leviathans, rival warlords, they had all fallen to him. His viking horde had rampaged across the south lands, razing mighty fortresses to the ground and driving his enemies before him as he pursued his quarry across Atlas.

And now she was finally within his grasp.

Many years ago, when Jaune was but a babe, his father, the Jarl of the Arc clan at the time, had made a pact with the king of Atlas, whose lands had experienced raids for nearly a century from the hard bitten warriors of the north. The king of Atlas reached out to the Jarl in hopes that an agreement could be made to end the attacks on his territory. Jaune's father made only a single request: that his son marry the daughter of the king, and become heir to the throne. If the king agreed to this then the warriors of the Arc Clan would not only cease raiding Atlas lands, but they would actively patrol and protect the coastline of Atlas, keeping it and its people safe from rival nations, Grimm, and other raider clans. The king agreed, and for many years the blood of clan Arc was spilled to protect the people of Atlas.

Time passed, and Jaune grew into a mighty warrior in his own right. When he slew the great sea beast Jormungandr he presented its head to the king of Atlas and his daughter as proof of his worthiness and a gift to both his bride to be and his father in law to be. They were both visibly impressed, but Jaune had seen a look in the king's eyes that made him wary, a snake like deceitfulness that reminded him of the great ocean predator he'd slain, and Jaune would never fully trust the king again.

He was right to be so suspicious as it turned out.

Weiss and Jaune interacted often throughout the years. Every victory he won was dedicated to his bride to be, and he visited the mighty capitol city of Atlas often to see her. Each time he brought her great gifts of wealth and the heads and hides of slain beasts to her, and it was not long before the wall behind the throne of Atlas was decorated end to end in trophies. At first the princess found the barbarian prince to be merely interesting, a distraction from the everyday drudgery of castle life and a change from the pompous sons of Atlesian nobility, but nothing more.

Then he'd taken her on her first journey across the sea. He'd shown her the beauty of the open waters, the freedom she had away from the castle and her father, and she had fallen in love with the ocean, and with him. Her father had been furious that she'd snuck out of the castle, but the princess had kissed her new found love before they parted ways, and Jaune had known without doubt that he could never love a woman other than her.

In time's Jaune's father fell in battle, as was befitting a Norseman. His death was mighty and he slew many foes before he died, ensuring his entry to Valhalla. The clan held a week long funeral for their fallen Jarl for he had been a good leader, and when the celebration of his life ended Jaune became the new Jarl, and was adorned in the finest mail hauberk and gifted a sword of adamant and a round shield covered in the hide of the mighty sea beast he'd slain years ago.

When the time came for his princess to be brought to him for their wedding, the king betrayed the new Jarl. Instead of sending his daughter the king sent an armada to destroy the Arc clan entirely, down to the last woman and child.

But Jaune had known the king of Atlas was a treacherous snake, and he'd prepared for this.

When the armada came they did so at night, thinking it would cover their approach. All it did was allow the Viking longships to surround them unseen until it was far too late. The Vikings destroyed them utterly, slaying all who fought and adding those who surrendered to their forces, for if Jaune was to be king he could not annihilate those who would become his sworn men in the future. Onwards his horde drove, and with each victory his army grew in size. Many flocked to his banner, for the old king had been a treacherous snake and Jaune was a hero to the folk of Atlas, as he more than any man of his clan had battled courageously to defend Atlas from outward threats. When his army marched on the lands of Atlesian nobility they swore loyalty to the new king or died, and their heirs would swear loyalty to Jaune. Many fortresses held by those men loyal to the old king put up stubborn resistance on his march, but each fell in turn, until finally only the capital of Atlas stood defiant to him. It did not remain so for long. Within the first day of his reaching the wall rebels against the old king opened the gates, and the city was taken with no bloodshed. Only the palace stood defiant, and it did not remain so for long. It took two days for the walls to fall as infighting ran amok in the ranks of the garrison, and the old king, feeble and weak, put up no resistance as Jaune's huscarls dragged him away in chains, stripped of his crown and kingly garments and clad in rags befitting only the meanest beggar.

And now, finally, she was his.

He threw open the door to her tower room. His massive armored frame, clad in his knee length hauberk and his adamant blade gleaming in his hand, seemed to fill the room as he stepped in. "I have come, as I have sworn," he said as he pushed the door closed.

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He'd come for her. Finally.

Weiss, princess of Atlas, had waited far too long for her lover, locked away in her tower. When her father the king had betrayed his agreement with Jaune's father he'd locked her away, telling her she would remain here until he'd selected a suitable husband for his daughter.

Her only interaction with the outside world had been her handmaidens, who'd brought information of Jaune's many victories in secret to Weiss, of his noble conduct greater than that of any noble man of Atlas. He had, in the war to conquer the country, proven his right beyond any doubt to the throne of Atlas.

And now finally he stood before her. His sword was in his hand, and it and his armor gleamed in the low candlelight that suffused her room. "I've waited for you," she whispered as she sat up on her bed. Her deep blue gown seemed to flow about her as she got to her feet and took a hesitant step towards her Viking lover.

"And I have come for you," he said as he sheathed his blade and set aside his shield, "as I swore I would."

They closed the gap between them, and her arms wrapped around his torso as he pulled her in close and kissed her passionately, deeply. She felt his beard tickle her soft skin, moaned, and leaned deeper into the kiss. They stayed that way until they had to come up for air. She leaned back, still in his arms, and whispered, "let me help you take that armor off. It looks heavy."

She slipped her arms under the hem of the hauberk and lifted it up, kissing her way up his bare, muscular torso inch by slow, tantalizing inch as she lifted the hauberk up. She wasn't tall enough to get it over his head, and Jaune pulled it the rest of the way off and threw it to the side.

Jaune dropped to his knees before his love and slipped a hand under the hem of her beautiful gown and slowly kissed and nipped and licked his way up her body until he had it off, and she stood bare save her undergarments before him, his powerful muscular arms around her waist as he continued to kiss the tops of her breasts and her neck as she moaned and writhed in pleasure under his ministrations. "T-the bed," she gasped, "take me to the bed, and then you can take me on the bed." her skin was flushed, her breath was coming in heavy gasps, and the feeling of his hands and lips on her bare skin, his thick beard tickling her where it touched her, drowned out all other sensation.

Jaune lifted her in his arms easily, as though she weighed no more than a feather, and lay her across the bed. She spread her legs apart and he stepped between them, leaning over her as she ran her soft, cool hands over the warm chiseled torso of her Viking warlord, tracing his abdominal muscles with delicate and feather light touches of her fingertips. She smiled as he felt him shiver over her, her light touches as effective on him as his heavier ones were on her. He bent lower over her, his pelvis pressed against hers, one arm around her waist and the other entangled her beautiful snow white hair. As he kissed and suckled on the supple skin of her neck, leaving love marks on her pale skin, she whispered in his ear. "Take me, conquer me. Make me yours in every way, my Warlord."

"As my love commands," he whispered into her ear before nibbling on the lobe. His lower hand moved from around her waist and slid down her bare side until it reached the pale blue piece of underwear that was the only thing between him and her womanhood, slipped a finger through the waistband...

And the door slammed open.

"Hey Weiss, have you seen Ru- oh. My. God."

Weiss shrieked and yanked the covers around herself as Jaune whirled around to see who had just busted into team RWBY's dorm room. "Get out!" the heiress squealed, "you didn't see anything, now get out!"

Yang Xiao Long stood dumbstruck in the door to her team's room, staring at a practically naked Weiss and a Jaune who wasn't wearing anything other than loose fitting pants, boots, and... and...

"Are- are you wearing a fake beard?" the brawler questioned her fellow blonde as she stared at him. Then her eyes slid down to the sword at his waist (no not that sword, though if the size of the tent in his pants was anything to judge by he was packing a greatsword down there...), then to the discarded shield and chain hauberk, then back up to the fake beard. "Are you wearing a costume? Wait, are you two... role playing?!"

Jaune didn't answer, he was too busy staring dumb struck at Yang like a deer in the headlights. Weiss more than made up for his silence however.

"Out!" She shrieked. "OUT!" Before Yang could do more than say, 'oh shit!' Weiss snatched up Mrytenaster and jabbed it at her teammate as though trying to impale her from afar, and with the flash of a quickly cast glyph Yang was sent flying out of the doorway, and then the door slammed shut and the lock turned in place. A few more glyphs later and the door into the room was barricaded by pretty much every piece of furniture in the room excluding the beds. Both Jaune and Weiss could still hear Yang howling with laughter on the other side. Eventually the sound grew distant as Yang walked down the hall, and silence fell over the two thoroughly embarrassed lovers.

"That... happened." Jaune said lamely as he sat by his girlfriend on the bed, who still had the covers pulled up to her chin. She muttered a few unkind words about her teammate's lack of appreciation for other people's privacy and 'understanding the meaning of a goddamn sock on the doorknob.'

Jaune didn't have the heart or the death wish necessary to tell Weiss he'd actually forgotten to put a sock on the door knob.

"So... do you still want to... you know..." he shrugged.

His pint sized girlfriend stared at him for a few long moments, then let the covers drop away from her semi nude form.

With a sigh she lay on her back, and Jaune's heart rate tripled as she spread her legs open for him once more, a sultry smile on her face. "Come then, my Viking Warlord, claim your prize."

Jaune grinned like an idiot. "I love it when you get these ideas. We should do this more often." He wasted no time in getting right where he wanted to be, where he knew she wanted him to be, and went to work on his love.

"Hey, Jaune?"

His head poked up from between her legs to look at her flushed face. She smiled.

"You should grow a beard, I like the way it feels."

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Welp, this was a short one by my usual standards, but the muse hit me and I felt the need to bring life to this particular train wreck of a fic. The inspiration for this actually came from Mallobaude's one shot, 'Mistress of the Night'. It's a fun little read, and I suggest it to anyone looking for a good laugh.

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#5

jegulus inspired from the kiss by gustav klimt

happy (early) birthday yaz! i am not good with surprises or waiting so here you go bitch @thebattlehamster

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#4

tumblr is sitting on its throne, watching as rich people fight on live tv and swirling a glass of wine between its fingers and saying, "we've been pleased. more. we want more."

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#3

if you speak for gay rights, you're automatically gay. just like everyone who speaks for animal rights is a duck and all those against deforestation are secretly trees hiding in a trenchcoat

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#2

guide to writing a desi james potter (and even for harry)!

(desi is used for south asians. meaning india + pakistan, afghanistan, bangladesh, bhutan, maldives, nepal, sri lanka. now i’m indian so i can only speak about that but a lot of the tips are the same. please research! and be respectful while writing them! i’ll try to include as much as i can here)

i've lived here my entire life so trust me.

and this is gonna be long. under the cut!

1. james potter can remain james potter

we don’t usually anglicize our names. don’t go finding obscure names starting with j that you can anglicize to james.

it kind of perpetuates the stereotype of indian names being very hard to pronounce. and britain fucked us over so no way in hell we'll be changing our own name to something easier for white people to pronounce.

instead you can make potters indian christians. i have a lecturer named veronica so i can assure you people in india have all kinds of names.

its a suggestion of course. but i have read fics where james has very traditional and religious names. no problem with that but its a little out of the loop and old fashioned. but if you want some help with finding names then don’t hesitate to ask.

2. where is he from

okay so now this gets interesting. there are a 28 states and 8 union territories. james potter can be from anywhere and not just gujrat and punjab and tamil nadu.

where’s my james potter from the gorgeous seaside state of goa? from the busy heart of metropolitan mumbai? from the amazing states of northeast? from bengal? from madhya pradesh? from kerela? from-

okay this is not a geography lesson but you get my point! there are so. many. places. he can be from any of them.

3. religion

india has a big population of hindus, muslims, christians, sikhs, zoraostrians, buddhists, jains etc. agnostic and atheist people exist too (hi).

your indian character can be any of those, not just hindu. it affects the indian sounding name you choose for him.

example: goan christian james can be james maharashtrian hindu james can be jai

but being religious or not, it doesn’t stop us from enjoying all the amazing festivals. you don’t know what i’d do to read a jegulus diwali fic ashdjfksdj

4. looks

now i know everyone’s like obsessed with atj (i can’t see him as james at ALL) or for desi james, dev patel (god, he’s the only desi character in all hollywood movies im so sick of his face. i have much better fancasts).

but just like names, our looks are also different. pale, wheatish, dusky complexion. again depending on which state. we usually have dark eyes and hair. and light eyes like blue, green or hazel are pretty rare.

5. food

curry doesn’t exist. repeat after me. curry doesn’t exist.

naan bread isn’t real, naan is A BREAD. and even though butter chicken is tasty asf, we don't eat this on a daily basis, my dudes. (#justiceforpavbhaji). but we do eat a LOT of biryani (its apparently the most ordered meal in india lol)

and i know you want to make the "im very white for spices" jokes but where are my desserts????? rasmalai? gulab jamun? rabdi? so cloyingly sweet ashdj

and we call tea, chai and it can be sweet and spicy.

it would make me so happy seeing names of my favorite food sprinkled through out your fic even if you don't elaborate on his indian heritage much &lt;;3

i can’t list off every single one of them here but my dms are always open if you need any help with them

6. not all of us

it makes me sad reading about fics where james doesn’t like his indian heritage. not all poc characters need an "accepting my culture" arc.

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I saw the stuff you tagged as "April mood board" and omg I need to know more about him IMMEDIATELY!!!! like whats up with the cannibalism thing, in what positions at is he "insane and nice" and is April the one who's unhinged or the one who finds that attractive in others?

General warning: this is definitely going to include discussions of cannibalism and general death.

Well, there was a /j added for a reason because April is not a genuine cannibal, however he has, under one specific circumstance, committed an act of cannibalism. I never really elaborate in the novel why, it was a throwaway line, but in my head:

Whilst he was still quite young, he got lost in a forest that has incredibly hallucinogenic properties for three days. Starving and, quite frankly, tripping balls, he ate rotting human skin that he mistook for a dead animal (which really isn't even the most traumatizing thing that has happened to this man, but it might be up there with the most disgusting).

Having said this, April is a little unhinged, and I'm not entirely convinced he wouldn't try again sober. Either way, I'm not writing actual cannibalism no matter what, that's too much for both of us 😅

Insane and nice: April is…very unable to think about self-preservation. This makes him act in very odd ways, like testing poison and subsequent antidotes on himself, taming violent and poisonous creatures, and generally running head first into all kinds of danger.

But despite the fact he’s equal parts homicidal and suicidal, he’s genuinely quite caring in his own ways. He’s very protective over plants and animals, and children, and would do anything to protect his friends (read: family). 

As for the unhinged, no he's absolutely unhinged, but he does find that attractive in others, too. I would say I've never remotely written a character as genuinely unhinged as April is, but his QPP, Ember, is just as bad except he acts like he has two braincells to rub together (he does not, most of the time).

When I (Ash) first sort of drafted April, he was a lot more stereotypically “insane”. He was sort of the embodiment of intrusive thoughts, but now he’s a lot more developed he’s leaning more into the “boy needs someone to get him into therapy stat” territory.

He’s very, very traumatized and now his fear response is next to non-existent, it means he acts in odd ways when it comes to death. Sometimes he also forgets that other people are actually scared. I think that’s why he keeps Edward as his assistant – that man is just a ball of anxiety!

Anyway, if you want to know more about him, I have reams to say about April, he started as a more comic relief character where people side eye what he said and quickly became a main character. His layers have layers now. He’s got a whole arc and everything.

[homoose]

Enter With Abandon: Part I

Summary: Reader accidentally orders three meal kit boxes. Spencer takes one off her hands.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 1.4k

a/n: I just love a good meet cute, you guys. This is part one of four. ☺️

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She had come to terms with the fact that she was a terrible cook. She’d grown up just above the poverty line, with parents who worked long hours on odd schedules. That meant that she and her brother had gotten by on a lot of PB&J, hot dogs, and TV dinners. They certainly didn’t learn how to prepare and cook meals. So when she became an adult, with a real job and an actual salary and without a college dining hall at her disposal, she began ordering a lot of takeout.

It didn’t take long for her bank account to remind her that delivery four days a week was above her pay grade. As a compromise, she’d ordered a HelloFresh box. It was still kind of expensive, but it was a far cry from what she’d been spending on Postmates. She tried a Blue Apron box, and those were a little too advanced for her skill set, but she kept the account open just to look. HomeChef quickly became her favorite service— the meals were ridiculously easy and tasted pretty good once they were doctored up with various spices.

She had just started to level up into mediocre cooking territory when she came home to not one, not two, but three meal kit boxes in the mailroom. She frantically pulled up the apps to see that she had somehow missed the day to skip the box for the HelloFresh and BlueApron boxes that week. She now had nine meals to cook in the next seven days (five when accounting for produce freshness).

She hauled the boxes upstairs to her apartment and pulled up the app to check what meals she had even ordered. The BlueApron recipes were thankfully not too difficult, and she opened the box and unpacked the ingredients into the fridge. She did the same with the HelloFresh box, actually excited to try out a mahi mahi recipe that she probably wouldn’t have been adventurous enough to pick on her own. The recipes in the HomeChef box were fine other than a cavatappi recipe she wasn’t too thrilled about, but she ultimately decided that there was no way she’d be able to cook everything from all three boxes without something going bad.

Which is how she ended up in front of apartment 23, huffing out a breath. Apartments 20 and 21 had been�� less than friendly. She’d never actually seen anyone enter or exit this apartment, so she wasn’t even sure anyone lived there. Still, she knocked three times and waited, box in hand.

There was some shuffling, footsteps, and the click of the deadbolt. She opened her mouth to start her spiel, but the sound died in her throat at the man in front of her.

Her neighbor stood in his doorway, all fluffy curls and glasses and stubble, and she forgot why she was even standing there. He was wearing a navy cardigan that looked incredibly soft, a white collared shirt underneath, the top two buttons undone, and heather grey slacks on his long legs. On his feet were mismatched socks— one bright green and the other rainbow striped.

“Can I help you?” he asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and drawing her out of her ogling.

“Oh— I, um.” She held up the box. “I’m your neighbor, um, unit 22. I—I do these um, meal kit boxes and I— well, I’m signed up for three different plans, and you have to remember to go into each individual app and skip the week if you don’t want a box delivered, and I thought I did that, but apparently I didn’t, and so now I have three meal kits and that’s way more than I need because I’m only one person so—”

She paused to suck in a breath. The very corners of his lips twitched into the start of a smile and she about spontaneously combusted. He waited for her to continue, one very cute eyebrow raised at her rambling. She gave herself a mental thrashing and a get it together before continuing.

“So. I’m trying to give away this box, because I don’t want the food to go to waste. However, as it turns out, people are not keen on taking food from a stranger, even when it’s in a sealed package from a reputable meal kit service.” She shrugged. “That said, um, do you want this box? Of food. For you.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I— I don’t know if I’m the best candidate for the box.” He bared his teeth sheepishly. “I’m not a very good cook.”

“Oh! Well, this is the easiest kit, actually. Like, they even pre-cook the pasta so all you have to do is add it in, which I think is kind of ridiculous because who can’t boil noodles? But you know, it’s good if you like, work long hours or whatever.”

He considered her for a moment. “Okay, I’ll take it.”

She was so shocked that he hadn’t closed the door in her bumbling face that her mouth dropped open. “You will?”

“Yeah, you convinced me. Do you wanna…?” He held his hands out and she nodded.

“Yeah, of course, sorry.” She handed him the box. “Thank you so much for taking it off my hands,” she said, dusting imaginary particles off of them. “My conscience feels a lot lighter knowing I won’t be contributing to our nation's issue with food waste. Like, did you know that the average person throws away 219 pounds of food per year, and that most of that food gets sent to landfills where it decays and produces nitrogen pollution, which causes algae blooms and dead zones?”

He pressed his lips together. “I actually did know that.”

“Oh. Well. Good.” She crossed her arms. “It—It’s good that you know that, because, you know, maybe you’ll be more mindful of your own food waste.” Her eyes went wide and she held out an apologetic hand. “Not that I’m saying that you’re not mindful or anything. I just—it’s—it can be good to know things.” It can be good to know things?!

“It certainly can be good to know things.” His lips were turned up in the sweetest smile, golden eyes crinkling at the corners, and she didn’t even care if he thought she was a complete idiot, because she just wanted him to smile at her like that for the rest of eternity.

“Absolutely. Knowing things is… awesome.” She wished the floor beneath her would open up and drop her straight into hell. “Okay. Well, bye.” She turned and took two steps, then did a 180 just as he was closing the door. “Oh, just— you might wanna add more spices than they write in the recipes. I think they write them with the intention of being kind of bland to appeal to a wider audience, but you know, they can end up being kind of… well, bland.”

He smiled again and she couldn’t stop staring. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“You’re welcome. Okay. Well, really bye this time.” She turned and walked as calmly as she could back to her apartment. When she heard the click of his deadbolt she dropped her head into her hand in complete and utter mortification at the sheer lack of chill she’d just exhibited. “What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

…

It quickly became obvious why she hadn’t known if anyone lived there— because he was hardly ever home. She listened a little more purposefully to the footsteps on the stairs and the noises through the wall. She wondered if maybe he worked odd hours or had a significant other whose apartment he stayed at.

She was busy enough with work and cooking the other six meals that she had almost forgotten about the humiliating encounter with the man from apartment 23. By the following Friday, she was so tired from the week that she didn’t even glance at his mailbox like she’d been doing all week, S. Reid scrawled across the label. She dragged herself up the stairs and across the landing, fishing her keys out of her bag.

She stopped in front of her door to see a small glass container sitting on her doormat. She looked up and down the hallway before bending to pick it up. There was a paper note taped to the top, written in the same chicken scratch from the mailbox. She saved the note, opting to pop open the lid on the pyrex to find four perfectly baked scones with some sort of citrus glaze. She balanced the dish in one hand and shuffled the note open with the other.

I’m not a great cook, but I’m a pretty good baker. Thanks for the box.

Spencer, Unit 23

P.S. You were right about the spices.

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[midnightmoonkiss]

Before The Full Moon.

Werewolf! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: The night before a full moon always offered an abundance of fun, especially when you call your man ‘Alpha.’

WARNINGS!: Biting, oral (female receiving), horny asf Izuku, sex, sub!reader & dom!Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Werewolf! Izuku is here! First out of three Halloween Au’s!  I’m a bit rusty with my writing skills.. heh..

Just To Clarify: 

Despite Reader calling Izuku ‘alpha,’ this is not ABO

Izuku always has his tail and wolf ears, he just hides them when in public or around reader earlier in the relationship

This takes place in the country in a forest town

Werewolves can shapeshift whenever, they just has no control over it on a full moon night

All characters are aged up

Reader and Izuku are living together but not married or engaged

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Having a werewolf as a boyfriend wasn’t nearly as bad as you originally thought it would be.

Granted, you were lucky enough to fall madly in love with a kind one, and not a bloodthirsty beast.

You had been dating the buff man covered in freckles and scars with an addiction to sweaters for a year and a half before actually finding out his little secret, having witnessed him morph into a ginormous wolf with thick, green and black fur under the blinding light of the full moon.

You had been frozen in fear, tripping over your own two feet as you stumbled back when his head snapped towards you.

The floor creaked with every step he took, the sheer weight of the wolf being enough to make a loud thump that only added to the terror and nausea bubbling up in your stomach. You had almost accepted your death once he towered over you, only to promptly flop down beside you, whining like a puppy as he placed his large head on your legs, eyes practically begging for you to not freak the fuck out.

He made himself as small, cute, and less threatening as possible.

Yeah.

It was a wild night.

Later, he introduced you to the world of werewolves, how they fit seamlessly into society.

“You can always tell someone is a werewolf based on if they smell like a wet dog in the rain, though!” He chirped happily, emerald eyes squeezing shut as he gave you that radiant smile that showed off his sharper than average canines that you had never noticed before despite locking lips on a regular basis.

It had been a year since then, and getting used to your boyfriend shapeshifting was no easy task. Hell, you still weren’t used to coming home to a huge ass dog in your living room on nights with the moon full, despite being fully aware of what was going to happen to him that evening.

He certainly wasn’t what you expected when the word ‘werewolf’ came to mind.

Wolf-like humans covered in fur are what you and most people pictured, standing up on two legs with a snout of a dog and a bushy tail, not… essentially a dire wolf.

Apparently, werewolves could turn whenever they pleased but had no control over themselves on the night of a full moon. Most weren’t vicious, but the few that were stirred up fear in the small communities with their legends rooted deep in the ground.

He even had a pack, friends he led who were as loyal as can be to him, just as he was.

Living in a small town surrounded by forests, trees with trunks thrice your size, he had shown you what it was like to be a werewolf, letting you cling to his fur for dear life as he ran through the greenery, dirt kicking up behind his large paws as his tongue lolled out, clearly joyful to hear you screech and hold on tighter whenever he jumped. The shit.

But werewolves.. were extremely territorial. It wasn’t often you’d hear about a wolf giving up territory without a bloody fight, and so it certainly wasn’t uncommon for your sweet Izuku to come home to you covered in bruises and scratches.

You’d always take care of him, wash his wounds and wrap them if necessary before smothering him in love that always made the tail he typically hid in loose shorts or pants when in public wag.

He was your big puppy, and you were, as embarrassing and thrilling as it was to admit, his mate.

Since he was technically an alpha, a title he wore proudly since he had fought to earn it, you’d occasionally refer to him as that, just to watch as his freckled cheeks light up, darkened eyes side-eyeing you as you giggled like a school girl.

His friends always teased him when you’d call him that in front of them, to which he shook his head at, only for him to absolutely wreck your insides once you got home, growling for you to call him it again.

It got under his skin in a good way, made it burn and sent shivers down his spine.

He loved it.

He loved being an alpha, being your alpha, and he was never going to let that go.

But there was.. one thing you found out pretty quickly about werewolves the night before a full moon.. Before you found out his secret, you would always wonder why he avoided you the days before, but now you understood why.

If only you had found out sooner, you could have helped him with his problem.

“(Y/N)..” He growled possessively against your sensitive neck, sending shivers down your spine as your legs tightened around his slim waist.

You were pressed against the wall in your shared apartments darkened hallway, the hunk of a man you were honored to call your own had you pressed snuggly against him.

“Izuku..” You whined, his hot, growing erection grinding against your clothed crotch. He nipped at your skin, making you gasp and tilt your head, giving him more room to lick, nibble, and suck, marking you as his own with each hickey, large or small. Each bite was sweetly kissed, his chest vibrating with glee with each little noise you made.

His jade eyes sparkled with lust as he gazed at you, making your belly burn and twist with excitement, panties growing even more wet.

His large hands went down to your ass, squeezing at the plump flesh just to draw a gasp from you.

Making sure you were secure against him, he pulled away from the wall, drawing a small shriek from you.

He chuckled, and if you weren’t as horny and desperate as you were to get the daylights fucked out of you, you would’ve scolded him.

His lips then smashed against your own, tongue invading your wet cavern and smiling when he heard your muffled moan. Lips met again and again in a hungry haze as he walked to your shared bedroom, your hips continuously grinding down on his cock making it hard to focus.

All he wanted to do was to bury himself deep in your tight, warm walls, make you his again and again and again so that all who were nearby could hear your cries of his name. You were his.

Reaching the large bed, you were promptly shoved onto the soft mattress, legs loosely hanging off his hips as he pulled away from you.

His hands instantly went to his shirt, practically tearing it off of himself before doing the same with your own.

He was delighted to see you with no bra, your nipples already so delightfully perky and cute.

You were in your pajamas, after all. 

Your face was flushed, eyebrows pulled together, tugging him forward by the waistband of his gym shorts.

Diving down, he captured your lips in another heated kiss, shoving your own shorts down so he could grind himself against your core again. He could practically feel your wetness soaking his front, it was exhilarating to know he could turn you into putty so easily.

His tail tickled at your feet as it wagged, his ears standing up on top of his bushy head, listening to every ragged breath you let out and the light creak of the bed with every movement.

Pulling away, he nibbled at your lower lip, kissing down your chin, over your jawline, licking and nipping at the large marks he’d already left.

He could feel your heart hammering in your chest as he kissed down to your exposed left breast, its sound like a love song singing his name.

Rough, calloused fingers trailed up your body, scarred palms smoothing against your warm skin as he shamelessly felt up what was his.

Moving down, you whined at the lack of friction, only to whimper as his lips encased one of your nipples, tongue circling the flesh and teeth grazing over and pulling it. Your back arched off the bed, one hand fisting the pure white sheets below you as the other tangled itself in his green curls.

His thumb played with your other bud, pinching and rolling it, kneading at your soft flesh whilst sucking on the other one.

“Hah..! I-Izu..! Mm..” You enjoyed the rough treatment he gave you, finding pleasure in the smallest amount of pain as his sharpened canines touched your skin.

He pulled away with an audible pop, letting the cool night air hit your wet nipple, moving to give your other bud equal treatment with his addicting mouth.

He always was a boob man, their plushness and bounce always catching his attention. But yours.. my God he was devoted to yours. Sweet to the taste, so cute and such a beautiful canvas for him to paint a picture on, he couldn’t help but suck marks all over them, his own sanity slipping through his fingers as the night went on. 

He could smell and feel how wet you were, smell how much you wanted him.

It thrilled him to the very bone, made it hard for him to give attention to his favorite girls.

Giving one final lick to your nipple, he finally moved down your burning body, sitting back on his knees on the floor, hooking his large, muscular arms dotted with freckles under your thighs just to yank you down to the end of the bed.

Your soaked panties were right in front of his face, legs dangling off his broad shoulders.

Kissing at your thigh, he pressed his nose against your clothed core, inhaling your scent deeply, making his tail wag and you cry out in embarrassment.

You were so cute, hiding behind your hands.

He adored it.

Impatiently, he ripped the flimsy material from your body, giving you no tome to protest as he dove straight into his sopping meal.

“H-hAH.!!” You cried, fingers pulling at his green curls as he eagerly began to lap at your pussy like a starving dog.

Your juices dripped down his chin and neck, but he couldnt give less of a fuck. You were delicious.

His pupils were blown wide, drinking in the sight of your arched back and parted mouth.

His tongue expertly licked at all your special spots, giving a broad lick over your pink labia, avoiding your clit just to have you buck desperately at his face. 

Izuku Midoriya was a simple man. 

When his mate cries out for more, sobbing his name, he gives them more.

Your hips bucked off the bed once the flat of his tongue ran over your twitching nub.

Finding it hard to please you with your hips going wild, he held them down to the bed, eagerly eating your cunt out, holding you to his face so you couldn’t move away.

The crickets chirping just outside the window above your bedframe were drowned out by the wet sounds echoing in the room from his sloppiness, you were too focused on the pleasure to even care.

“O-oh!! I-Izu!! Mm! Haa..aAAH!!”

His mouth felt like pure numbing magic, sucking on your clit like he did your tit felt like heaven. He moaned against your wet flesh, sending your head flying back into the mattress, belly tightening with that familiar burn. 

You were close. So damn close.

And he knew it.

He knew you so well.

“I’m..!! Izuku, I-I’m so..!” Your legs were shaking like crazy, squeezing the bushy warm head between them as he made you feel like you were high on drugs with his mouth alone.

A particular rough lick at your clit sent you over the edge, screaming his name as your eyes fells shut, convulsing like you were possessed against his mouth. 

He held you even closer to him, slurping up the mess you had made, sticking his tongue into your fluttering walls to lick you clean, savoring your addicting taste that drove him absolutely insane.

But he wasnt done.

Pulling away, strings of your cum mixed with his saliva stuck to his face for a moment before breaking. He watched as your clit twitched and throbbed, much like the neglected cock in his boxers.

Pulling one hand away from your hip, he slid two digits down your cunt, collecting left over juice to slicken them up before pressing at your entrance that seemed to begged for him already.

“P-please…” You weeped, finally looking down between your twitching legs just to be met with such a sexy sight.

His face was covered with your mess, pupils blown wide with a feral gleam to his usually warm eyes, it made your cunt squeeze around thin air.

Despite being the sweetest man you knew, he sure fucking knew how to drive you mad.

Typically, he would tease you, make you beg and beg for him to give you what you want, but his mind was far to foggy to truly even try.

He just wanted to break you in the sweetest way possible.

And so, he plunged his fingers inside you, groaning at how you sucked them in, barely giving you a second to adjust before he began thrusting them in and out of your pussy, dragging more and more moans from your throat as his thick fingers filled you up.

Curling them, he pressed against that spongey spot inside of you, “NGHHAH!! AaaAAhH!! Th-There! HaAh..!” His fingers clicked wet against your squishy walls, mouth coming back down to lick around your clit before flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Your body felt like it was charged by electricity, zaps running down your thighs and up to your belly, shooting shocks at your perky nipples and down your back.

You couldn't help but grind against him, crying out for more and more, to which he was always eager to give.

Until..

He couldnt take it anymore.

His sanity finally snapped, and with an animalistic snarl nothing short of carnal that had you keening, he pulled his fingers from you, shoving you further up the bed, yanking his shorts and boxers down. You had a single second to soak in the image of his large member slapping against his toned abdomen and oozing with precum before you were flipped over, ass high in the air and face pressed down into the soft pillows.

“Mine.”He growled out, mounting you and plunging his thick cock deep into your squeezing walls. Eyes rolling back into your head, a scream of ecstasy and pain tore from your throat, legs instinctively spreading as he fucked into your little cunt. 

He leaned down, pressing his warm chest against your back, nuzzling his chiseled yet rounded face into the crook of your neck as he thrusted in and out of your tight hole that constantly pulled him back in.

Saliva dribbled down your chin, jaw slack as you cried out into the night, “Alpha..!”

His hips stutter, fingernails digging into your flesh, sure to leave blemishes in the shape of crescent moons as the title registered in his delirious mind.

His tongue flopped out of his mouth, smiling and panting as his chest rumbled with desire as he pulled you impossibly closer, thrusting faster than you could even handle, tail wagging like a bullet behind him.

“Ha-aAAhH!!”

Slick poured down your thighs, the loud slapping of skin against skin and animalistic growls echoing around the room, bouncing off the walls and intensifying the sensation of your brain being turned to mush with how good you felt, how good he always made you feel.

“‘MmMMH! S-sO!! H-aaH!! NNHH!! So g-good!! Alpha!! Y-you fah… feel!! Mm!!”

It was hard to get a coherent sentence out as his thick cock filled you up again and again, rubbing and fucking at all your sensitive spots with expert precision, kissing at your cervix each time he bottomed out inside your dripping cunt.

“Mine.” Izuku breathed out roughly, spare hand burying itself between your legs spread wide for him, just so he could rub your puffy, twitching clit in a circle that drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Nn-! N-no! W-ait! It’s t-oo..!! Much!! Aa-aAaaAh!!

You quickly reached another mind blowing orgasm, head flinging back as stars exploded in your vision, his teeth digging into your throat making you nose dive off the edge of pure ecstasy.

Your pussy fluttered around his aching dick, squeezing him like a molten hot vice as you came on his cock, stomach feeling full as you squirted onto his tense thighs.

He didnt stop fucking in and out of you as you came undone, only adding to the extreme, overwhelming pleasure you felt, pins and needles dancing across your shocked skin making your head lob to the side as fat tears rolled down your flushed and sweating cheeks.

Suddenly, you were flipped onto your back, dick pulling from you momentarily with a wet pop, your thighs trembling like a newborn doe around him were shoved down to the bed, fully exposing your pretty pink, wet cunt before shoving himself back inside your warm heat.

“IZUKU—!”

You screamed his name, your own nails digging into the toned muscles of his back, scratching to ground yourself as his hips snapped into yours so roughly the bed banged concerningly loud against the wall.

The bed was squeaking so loudly you feared for a second it would break from the sheer force he was giving each time he slammed into your over-sensitive pussy.

“No!” He snarled into your ear, glaring at your blissed out face, “who am I?” His threatening tone made you shake like a leaf, only turning you on even more.

His nose was crinkled up as he growled at you, ears pressed to the back of his head,

“Y-you’re Iz- HAAAH!!! AAAH!! oOOH MY- F-FUCK!” His hips moved impossibly faster, stirring up your insides like day old soup on a burner.

It made your toes curl as incoherent babbles fled from your mouth, “ALPHA!”

He always loved it, being called Alpha.

“That’s right.!” He grunted, pulling back, he forced you to stare into his eyes blown wide with lust and gleaming in the silvery, angelic light of the moon pouring in from the open window,

“I’m your alpha.”

[foodieforthoughts]

Poker Night

Summary: It's Syverson's last night with her before he is deployed back to duty in the desert. She challenges him for a game of strip poker and ends up on the table.

Pairing: Syverson x OFC

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male receiving), deep throating, penetration, anal penetration, unprotected sex

A/N: I just love writing about Syverson! And I truly believe he is an ass man. No one can change my mind. Also, thirst away!

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Title: Poker Night

"Ha!" I jumped up in my seat as I threw another flush on the table. "You suck at this, Sy."

The captain grunted from his chair, throwing his cards on the table unceremoniously. He grabbed a hold of his beer bottle and took a huge swig off it.

Sy was to be deployed tomorrow, which meant at least another six months without us being together. We could have just cuddled up in bed, but since that is what we did the entire time he was here, I tried to switch it up.

And besides, this kept my mind distracted of the thoughts of him being away in the desert and the possibility of him never making it back.

I shook my head, grinning at the captain. I had suggested we play some poker instead. We had our dinner, I helped him pack his bag, his uniform sitting nicely pressed on our bed and pulled out the cards.

Sy had brought out a beer and sat himself with a grunt. The man did not show his emotions, but I could feel his eyes lingering on me like he was trying to memorize every part of my body.

"This is Texas Holdem' Poker, how can you be so bad at it?" I shuffled the card again for another round.

"Careful, doll. You don't wanna be gettin' spanked all night."

I bit my lip at the thought. I wouldn't mind getting spanked by him. I could already feel wetness in between my thighs as he smirked at me while gulping down his beer.

I started distributing our cards, when an idea struck me."Maybe you don't have an incentive to win. How about me make it strip poker?"

That definitely pulled Sy's attention. He sat up straighter in his chair, placing the bottle aside and took his cards in his hand.

"Are you ready to strip, Captain?"

***

A round of games later, Sy sat in only his underwear and his cap. He had lost all his deals and I wasn't complaining. He was a sight to behold. The vast expanse of his chest, covered in dark hair, muscles taught and flexing everytime he moved. I was tripping on my new found power to strip the captain of his clothes while I sat there fully clothed.

"You really, really suck." I laughed, arranging my cards to make a hand.

Sy looked at me from under his cap, his gaze intense. He scratched his beard, looking at his cards and arranging them. "How about we make it more interesting?"

"I'm listening," I sat back against my chair, intrigued as to what the man had to offer.

"Sudden death. Whoever looses, strips completely."

I smirked at him, loving the idea. If I could make the Captain strip naked, he would never hear the end of it. I bounced in my seat, not nearly able to contain my excitement.

We began our game. I smiled looking at the straight hand that I was making. Sy was either pulling on a poker face or he was loosing. I liked to think it was the latter, my eyes widening with only two cards left for the hand to complete.

"Here you go."

Sy laid out his cards on the table, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips behind the beard.

"What? No.." I looked at his card incredulously. "A royal flush?! What the-!"

"Don't you know me at all, woman? It's Texas Holdem'. I grew up playing that." I threw my cards at the table, annoyed.

"Now, now. Don't be a sore loser. You know what you have to do." A mischievous grin formed on his face, him sitting back with his hands behind his head.

Oh, how he liked to be in power. He knew he could give me the upper hand and then pull the carpet from underneath me. But I was a military wife alright. He had married his match.

Sliding the chair back, I stood up. I could still win at this, not poker, but I could make him tremble if I wanted to.

Slowly, I let my hand graze over my sides as I made my way to the hem of my tshirt. His tshirt which I had long claimed as my own. With tentative moves, I pulled the fabric over my body, letting it slide up little by little.

I could see Sy shift in his seat, loving the view in front of him. The cold air inside the room, made my nipples harden, straining against the fabric of my bra. I let a hand slide down my breast, teasing and tugged at my shorts.

I kept my gaze on him, not letting my eyes wander. Whereas he followed my shorts fall down my thighs, pooling near my feet. The sheer lust in the man's eyes made me weak. I felt the warmth pooling in between my thighs again.

I was Sy's only weakness. He loved to see me strip.

Biting my lip in between my teeth, I let the straps of my bra fall from my shoulders. The cups fell down, revealing my taut nipples to the cold air. Goosebumps began forming over my skin, as I unhooked the bra and let it join my clothes on the floor.

Sy's hand had disappeared underneath the table, massaging himself through his underwear. Slowly, I made my way to him. Taking his cap off and putting it over mine, I knellled in front of him.

"Need a hand, Captain."

He groaned as I knead him from over his hand. He let his hand go and placed them on my breast, squeezing it tightly.

I moaned with the feeling, as he pinched a nipple between his fingers. Hooking my fingers in his underwear' waistband and pulling them down, I released him from his constraints. His thick cock twitched as I grabbed it in my hand.

"Suck," He said, pulling my head to his groin.

My panties were soaking as I licked his glistening top, precum beading on the tip. Sy let out a huff, watching me as I took him inside my warm cavern, moaning around him.

His pulsating dick filled my mouth and I took him in as much as I could. I pulled him out before swallowing him again. Sy kept his hand over my head, grabbing a hold of my hair.

When I couldn't take him any more, I began pulling out. But Sy kept pushing me on him. Tears sprung in my eyes as I swallowed him, him hitting the back of my throat.

The groan that left his lips, satisfying to my ears and totally worth the discomfort. So I throated him, taking him in deep, each and everytime.

Sy watched me the entire time. His breaths were beginning to come in short and sharp. I grabbed a hold of the base of his cock and stroked simultaneously as I sucked him off.

"Fuck," he breathed our shakily. I could feel his balls tightening, him ready to release. I was going to swallow every drop of this man. I wanted to remember the taste of him on my lips until he gets home again.

But Sy pulled me back by my hair, jerking his cock free from my mouth. It came out with a pop, confusion shadowing my face.

Hooking his hands under my pits, he pulled me up as he stood and turned me around, pushing me on the table facedown. I heard the ripping of my panties impatience evident in his movements. He spread my legs with his, plunging two thick fingers in my dripping folds.

"Ummm, Sy," I moaned as he scissored his fingers inside my tight pussy.

"Always so tight, doll. Always so tight for the Captain." He breathed out, moving his fingers in and out. His thumb teased my other puckering hole, the sensation foreign. We had never threaded that territory because I had been scared. Sy had voiced how he had to conquer ever hole in my body, to claim me as his in entirety. But the man was not an animal and had never forced himself on me.

I wanted to make Sy happy in every way that was possible.

"Sy," I moaned as he inserted his thumb inside my ass.

"Want me to fuck you in the ass, doll?"

The excitement of being Sy's, no inch or corner of my body untouched by him, made me drip from my cunt. I braced myself on my hands, thrusting my hip back against his fingers in an affirmative.

Sy pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me feel empty. I turned at my hip to look at him, as he grabbed a hold of his thick, veiny cock and ran it along my slit. He coated his dick with my juices, inserting only his tip in my aching pussy.

The anticipation built in me as I watch him place himself up towards my ass. I tried to relax, I had read it help with the pain, but the eagerness of his dick inside my undefiled hole made me tense up. I cried out in pain, as he slathered my tight hole with my juices as he inserted his bulging tip inside. The searing pain of him splitting my virginal hole, made me lie splayed on the table, my thighs writhing.

Sy thrusted a few shallow ones, letting me adjust to his size. My labored breaths echoed around us everytime he entered me. When he saw fit, he slowly dug himself deeper, in my warm canal, filling me up where no man had gone before.

It was the momentary pain that made me want to stop, but Sy soothed my spine with his hand, sheathing himself deep inside me. He groaned as my warm insides enveloped him, tight against his cock.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, taking a moment to keep himself inside me.

The pain subsided with only pleasure taking its place. Sy moved his dick out, leaving the tip within, before thrusting inside me with a grunt.

Soon only our moans vibrated inside our empty house. He grabbed a hold of my hips, his nails digging on my skin. I reached down towards my clit, circling the nub with my fingers. The table beneath us creaked against the floor with each of his powerful thrusts. I was sure the neighbors would hear his low groans and hear me cry out with his cock filling my insides repeatedly.

Sy slapped my hand away from my clit, moving his on it instead. He rubbed my sensitivite nub vigorously making the deep seated tightening to appear in my belly.

"S-Sy!" I cried out as my insides clenched, his cock moving despite the pressure.

"Oh, fuck," He shouted out with a beastly grunt and spilled himself deep within me. His hips moving, riding his high, spilling every drop of his seed in my previously unplumbed hole.

In a sweaty mess, he rested against my thigh. My thighs shook as the aftershock of my orgasm left my body. We stayed still for a moment, gathering our breaths with the intensity of our lovemaking leaving us spent.

"You are amazing," Sy complimented me, pulling his softening length out. His seed spilled out from my ass and dribbled down the insides of my thighs.

He helped me sit up, my bum feeling sore and making me wince as a sharp pain travelled up my spine. "Something to remember you by?" I smiled weakly at him as he held me against his strong chest. "Was daddy satisfied by his little princess?" I asked, twirling my finger in his coarse chest hair.

"You're not my princess, doll," Sy kissed my forehead tenderly, "You're my queen."

[alternateafterthought]

Arcane - Part 11

Ø  Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø  Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø  Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø  Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø  Warnings: I know in the last part I warned that it was more intense this part but I somehow left that out and wrote it in a way that it isn’t bad, Of course dealing with this subject there is a small trigger warning... What the character did is not right, and no one should ever have to be put through something like this!! Stay safe out there!

Ø  Word Count: 1625

Ø  A/N: Hey guys… here is the next part of my Min Yoongi fic!! I am back with another part of Arcane!! It has been so long since I posted anything or written anything so I really hope you all like this part and understand that sometimes I just don’t have inspiration to keep writing!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! I would love and appreciate your feedback!! Thank you so much

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Y/N couldn’t concentrate.

She wouldn’t lie to anyone and say that she was interested in the paperwork in front of her. In actuality, she couldn’t tell anyone who asked what it was she was supposed to be concentrating on. Her mind was completely preoccupied with the events of her tragic and questionable weekend.

Monday mornings were always hard, coming off a good weekend. Try a Monday morning coming off a horrible weekend. It was currently 11:02 on Thursday after the horrible weekend and no amount of coffee, even the 8 cups Y/N had been through since 5am when she woke up, or distractions would take her mind off of her Hybrid at home.

Said hybrid had been hiding, completely avoiding the outside world, more importantly avoiding Y/N, for days now. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, all the way until today being Thursday and Yoongi still hadn’t come out of hiding.

Every morning Y/N would knock three times on Yoongi’s door, letting him know she was there. She’d leave him a tray of food outside his door before leaving for work, texting him routinely through the day at 11am, 1pm, 4pm just before she would return home to what was pretty much an empty house. It was always so cold, all the lights were always off, no heat, no Yoongi at the door to greet her home.

Every afternoon Y/N would hang her coat and bag, walk to the hall, and see that the tray off food she’d left in the morning had been completely untouched. It was concerning, Y/N didn’t know if Yoongi was eating or not, and from the looks of the cold, untouched food, it didn’t look like he was.

After taking the food back to the kitchen and throwing it out, Y/N would start to fix dinner for the both of them. Leaving a tray at Yoongi’s door before going back and sitting by herself at the table, hoping that maybe Yoongi would join her.

He never did.

And she could blame no one except herself.

Y/N was supposed to help him, protect him. She had promised that no harm would ever come to him. And yet, she was the reason that he completely hid from her, from the world.

She could see it as if it were happening in the moment. Pushing open the door, seeing Yoongi laying on the bed, arms up, eyes wide, begging for help. She could see Hye-Jin looking annoyed as Y/N stood in the door, straddling Yoongi’s waist.

Y/N would never forget the panic that flashed through Yoongi’s eyes, even as Y/N acted. Y/N didn’t waste any time in pulling Hye-Jin off of Yoongi, not saying anything as she threw the girl out of her house, slamming the door in her surprised face as she raced back to Yoongi’s room. She wanted to check on him, make sure he was okay, reach out to him.

But when she finally got back to his door, it was shut, closed off from the world.

Y/N was pulled out of her constant worrying by the ringing of her phone. Shaking her head, she looked at the caller ID, not recognizing the number.

“Hello?” Y/N spoke into her phone, thanking the fact that her office door was closed.

“Hello? Miss Y/N?” A familiar voice asked, though Y/N couldn’t place it.

“This is her? May I ask who this is?”

“Miss Y/N, it’s Jung Hoseok, from HOPE Sanctuary.” The voice cheerfully answered.

“Oh, J-Hope, right?” Y/N smiled widely at the memory of the man who helped her to adopt the hybrid currently hiding from her

“Yes. How are you? How’s Yoongi?”

The question was a dangerous one. How could Y/N explain to the man that had entrusted one of his friends to her, that she had completely and totally fucked up? She didn’t like the thought of lying to him, didn’t like the position she was already in, but how could she tell him what had happened? How could she tell him she was probably the worst thing that could happen to Yoongi?

“Y/N? Are you still there?” J-Hope asked.

“Oh yes, I’m still here.” Y/N forced a laughed. “Sorry just a lot on my mind with work. But I’m good, Yoongi is good.”

“Well that’s good to hear.”

Y/N could hear movement in the back of the phone call, J-hope wasn’t alone, and she could guess just how many were there. 5 hybrids missing their panther and a human who was so much better equip to this job then she was.

“Hyung, ask her…” Y/N heard a small, muffled voice.

“It would seem I have some impatient hybrids with me.” J-Hope’s cheerful voice came through with a laugh. “But they were wondering if that offer still stood? If they were able to come and visit their Yoongi Hyung?”

“Hey, I’m his Hyung!” Y/N heard a protest coming from behind J-Hope.

“Of course, you can.” Y/N heard herself saying without missing a beat. “I’m sure Yoongi would love a visit from you all.”

“Really?” Someone else spoke, seeming to have taken the phone off J-Hope. “We can come visit?”

“Of course, you can visit.” Y/N really just couldn’t stop herself, anything that will ease Yoongi would be welcomed. “I know Yoongi has been thinking about you guys. I was actually going to offer Yoongi if he would like a trip back to the city to see you all.”

“Oh perfect. It seems I have good timing.” J-Hope’s voice was a little distant from the phone, meaning the phone was on speaker now. “When would be the best time for us to come down?”

“You can come down any time you’re ready to.” Y/N moved around some paperwork, looking for her journal.

“We could fly in tomorrow afternoon?” J-Hope proposed, she could feel the nerves of them all.

“Perfect.” Y/N wrote a little note into her journal, noting they would be here. “I’ll clear out the other rooms for you all tonight. Will you be coming with them J-hope?”

“If it’s not too much trouble? I would like to be with them?”

“Of course.” Y/N hoped she could talk to Yoongi tonight. “I’ll make sure to have lots of food ready for you all. I know Yoongi will be happy.”

A cheer rang through the phone, letting Y/N know they were excited for the chance of a trip. She would just hope that Yoongi would be excited to see his brothers after nearly 2 months.

“We should let you get back to work now Y/N.” J-Hope seemed to have finally taken the phone back, placing it to his ear. “I’ll text you the details of a flight, so you know when to expect us.”

“Sounds good.” Y/N smiled, nodding. “I’ll see you all soon.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Finally hanging up, Y/N let out a deep sigh, her head in her hands on the desk in front of her. She didn’t know what to do, she had a problem to solve at home with Yoongi and now his brothers were coming to see him. Finally sitting back up she pushed her hair out of her face, picking up her phone and ringing the familiar number, only for it to ring out.

Said hybrid sat in his room, staring at his phone as Y/N’s name lit up the screen in his pitch-black darkness. It’s not like the darkness actually affected him anyway, but still it was dark. Dark enough that he knew if Y/N was home and had walked through his door, like the many times he’s hoped she would in the past week, she’d have tripped.  

Yoongi would never straight up admit it, but he seriously missed Y/N. He knew it was his own doing, hiding himself away from her after what someone else did. But he couldn’t help but feel betrayed that she had let someone like that into his territory.

She had to know. Yoongi couldn’t help but think that Y/N had to know that he wanted to do nothing but protect his territory, and that meant her as well. He just wanted to protect the woman who gave him a change, but she was the one bringing dangers into his territory.

He couldn’t exactly forget it, what that girl felt like pressed against him. Yoongi could never really forget the pure look of lust in her eyes as he tried to get away from her. She had stalk him as if he were the prey and she were the predator, she had used his past against him, and it had won.

He would truly never be able to forgive himself for falling, failing to stop himself from feeling sorry for himself. He already knew that hiding and curling in on himself was wrong, and yet here he was, lying in the dark, staring at a black screen, hoping, praying for Y/N to reach out to him.

They were truly words that would haunt him, words that were whispered into his ear. Words that he had buried deep within his mind and now…

“Your just a pet… this is what your made for.”

“She’ll never please you the way I will.”

“Come on, this is what we got you for.”

“She’ll never love you.”

Again, and again. It was like a broken record playing for his downfall.

Hye-Jin’s words weren’t the first to tell him that, they were a constant in the last few homes he had been in. He just never thought they’d be words he heard while here with Y/N.

Now he just stared at the screen as it lit up again with Y/N’s name. He couldn’t bring himself to answer it, couldn’t bring himself to hear the broken words leave her mouth as he tried to call for him.

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Kooky Pogues

Blurb: Your two friend groups don't really get along...until they do

*I'm literally only tagging this as Rafe since it mostly focuses on Rafe but it does involve a good chunk of the others so yeah*

Word Count: 5,414

Warnings: semi-canon Rafe, mentions of cocaine, mentions of drinking, mentions of abuse if I remember correctly, swearing, grammar/spelling mistakes, I think that's it

Little notes real quick:

-we're pretending gold is not a thing here, Peterkin is still alive and has not been murdered, and Sarah didn't cheat on Topper.

-I'm from Wisconsin so I chose Wisconsin cause I know Wisconsin and I don't have to really do research on it so I'm sorry if you hate Wisconsin. Believe me, I do too sometimes.

-And last is this came about cause I feel like if the kooks and pogues didn't hate each other, they would be like that one group of friends in high school that everyone just knows. They would be THAT group.

I was originally going to do something like this as a Christmas blurb where everyone was friends and they and the reader all go get a tree and decorate and shit but that obviously never got posted.

Lowkey kind of want to write more things about them as an entire group of friends though.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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You moved to Outer Banks from Wisconsin your freshman year of high school and it was...different to say the least.

The weather was the main thing.

In all your entire sixteen years on earth, you had never experienced a hurricane. Snowstorms were common in Wisconsin so those you didn’t mind, minus the shoveling that your parents had you doing afterward, and you were still a little iffy on tornadoes considering you experienced maybe three in your whole life, only one hitting the town you grew up in and the other two just being warnings.

Hurricanes though were an entirely different category and it was safe to say that you were freaking out because you had never personally experienced one yourself.

And here was the entire town of Kildare knowing what to do and being pretty calm about it.

So, naturally, you stuck out like a sore thumb when you were in the store and trying to figure out what you would need.

It just so happened that three boys would be in the same aisle as you and one of them would be way too observant for their own good.

“She looks confused,” Kelce said from his place next to Rafe who was currently figuring out what soup he wanted.

Rafe and Topper glanced over to see who he was referring to and saw you, scanning shelves as you fiddled with a hair tie on your wrist.

Rafe shrugged, turning back to look at the soups. “Or she’s just a little nervous about Agatha. Believe it or not Kelce, I’m pretty sure some people still get nervous when it comes to storms.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I recognize her.” Kelce squinted, trying to get a good look at your face which caused Topper to sigh.

“Maybe she’s a touron and now she’s stuck here because of the storm.”

Kelce looked at his two best friends. “Well, the least we can do is help her.” And then he began walking towards you.

Rafe and Topper looked at each other before making their way after their friend.

“Need some help?”

You jumped slightly at the voice and whipped your head to see three boys standing beside you. You placed a hand over your heart and closed your eyes. “Sorry. You startled me.”

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crept up on you like that.” He apologized before repeating his question. “Do you need some help?”

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. I’m not exactly from around here. I’ve never really dealt with a storm like this before.”

“Where are you from?” Topper asked.

“Wisconsin.”

It’d be a lie if they said they weren’t a little taken aback by your answer, expecting it to be a state at least somewhat nearby. Not necessarily in hurricane territory but certainly somewhere closer to Outer Banks. Not a state from up north.

“Wow, okay. So this must be different for you.”

You nodded in response and Kelce smiled. “No worries. You’ve got three of the best people here to help you out.”

You chuckled before introducing yourself. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Kelce, that’s Topper and that one’s Rafe.” He pointed to each one who did a little wave.

Your smile didn't falter as the names of the three boys rang a bell in your brain.

You were warned about those three when you met the pogues a couple of weeks ago.

“Trust us, Y/N. They look nice but that’s just cause of their nice ass clothes. They’re the spawns of Satan.” John B had told you at The Wreck after school that day.

He, JJ, and Pope met you at school earlier that day and had told you that you needed to meet the other member of the group, Kie, and that you would love her.

Kie came around with some food and she rolled her eyes at the boys before turning to look at you. “They’re not the spawns of Satan per se. They just act like spoiled brats and like they’re God’s gift to everyone.”

“No. They’re spawns of Satan.” JJ sided with his best friend, grabbing a couple of french fries and shoving them into his mouth.

“No, JJ, you’re the spawn of Satan.”

“The point is,” Pope interrupted before an argument could break out, “not exactly the best people. Specifically Rafe.”

But now, there you were, standing with the three boys you were warned about as they helped you grab things that would prove useful in the storm. They even helped you load everything into your car.

“Thank you, guys. I probably would’ve been stuck in there for way longer than necessary if you three didn’t help me.” You smiled as Topper closed the trunk to your car.

Rafe shrugged. “No problem. You better hurry back home though. Don’t want you getting caught in Agatha.”

You looked towards the sky and grimaced at the darkness before saying thanks once more as Kelce opened your door and you climbed in, waving goodbye to the boys as they waved back.

Before you could pull out of your parking spot, Topper was holding his phone screen up, his Snapchat on display. You quickly grabbed your phone and typed in his snap username before adding him and he added you back. “Let me know when you get home or I’ll be watching the news like an old man for the next week.”

You shot him a thumbs up before reversing out of the parking space and driving away.

“She’s sweet,” Rafe commented as they watched your drive out of the parking lot.

The other two nodded in agreement before heading to Kelce’s car, Rafe and Kelce both telling Top to send them your username.

You thought the same thing about the three kook boys because, in your mind, if they thought they were so high and mighty of themselves, they wouldn’t have helped you out the way they did.

Now here you were, two and a half years later and still friends with two groups that hated each other. Both groups were incredibly confused at the fact that you were friends with the other and neither group liked the idea of sharing you with the other but you told them that they wouldn’t have to mingle with each other.

As much as you wanted to be able to hang out with all your friends at once, you knew that wouldn’t happen without a fight breaking out and you didn’t want to deal with that.

The only issue you had with your friends was Rafe and his relationship with coke, knowing damn well that him being high didn’t help anything in the least when it came to the pogues, especially JJ.

You had learned that at a party when Sarah had found you and informed you that JJ seemed off and he wasn’t talking to anyone. You decided that you would try to talk to the blonde and excused yourself from the kook boys, telling them you wouldn’t be long, before following Sarah to where the pogues were.

Sure enough, there was a lively conversation going around but JJ wasn’t really participating, just nursing a beer as he stared at the sand underneath his boots.

You sat down next to him and bumped your shoulder against his, causing him to glance at you and send him a small smile. “What’s up, J?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged and you nodded.

“You sure?”

JJ looked at you and noticed the concern in your eyes, sighing as he turned to face you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, Y/N/N.”

You frowned at his answer, not liking what that could mean. “JJ, are you in trouble?”

“See this is where the line gets blurry for us cause you and I have different definitions of trouble.” JJ took a sip of his beer as you stared at him. It didn’t take long for him to break underneath your gaze. “It’s just my dad. Like I said, nothing I can’t handle.” He mumbled, finishing off his drink.

You immediately placed your cup on the ground and wrapped your arms around the blonde in front of you. He placed his head on your shoulder and you heard him sniffle. “Wanna go somewhere away from here and talk, bud?” You felt him nod and you whispered an ‘okay’ before unwrapping your arms from around him and leading him away from the party and farther down the boneyard.

You spent the next hour listening to JJ before wiping his tears and pulling him in for another hug, rubbing his back as you did.

And that was when Kelce, Topper, and Rafe had decided to go look for you. Rafe had had a line or two during the time you were with JJ and was already slightly on edge, thinking that maybe you got swept up with some touron on your way back and they were getting a little too handsy without your consent, when he spotted you holding JJ.

Before anyone could stop the oldest Cameron, he was storming over to you two, not amused with the fact that he, Kelce, and Topper were getting gypped out of their Y/N time. After all, it was their turn to have you for most of the night since the pogues had you the entire day yesterday.

“Alright, Maybank, you’ve taken up enough of her time!” He hollered, Kelce and Topper behind him just in case they needed to be there to drag their friend off of the younger boy.

JJ, however, misread this action as a threat when he turned to look at Rafe and he immediately went into defense mood, standing up as he let go of you and put on his tough-guy act.

You stood up and stepped between Rafe and JJ to serve as a barrier of some sort to make sure no fists would fly.

“Rafe, I promise that I’ll be back soon but I gotta help JJ with something first.” You told him gently, suddenly aware of how quickly this situation could escalate considering this was a party and there was definitely some alcohol consumed by both boys.

“What? Do I gotta get hit by my dad too so I can have some time with you?” Rafe spat.

Your hand came to your mouth as your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe Rafe would say that.

JJ stared at Rafe as he kissed his teeth before turning to look at you. “I don’t think you should be hanging out with Rafe for the rest of the night, Y/N. He’s high and he’s enough of an asshat when he’s sober so god only knows what the hell is going to go down when he’s higher than a damn kite. I don’t want to risk you being around that.”

Your gaze shifted to Rafe and saw his expression flicker from anger to hurt for a second before shifting back to anger. “Maybe she shouldn’t hang out with you ever again JJ considering all the trouble you get into. I don’t want to turn on my tv one day to find out one of my best friends is dead in a ditch because you decided to do something stupid and drag her along.”

JJ laughed. “Says the guy who is friends with Barry, the most dangerous drug dealer in town. You put her life at risk every time you screw him over.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Please stop.” The two arguing boys looked over at you as Topper and Kelce kept observing the situation. “JJ, We’ll talk more tomorrow. I’m going to take Rafe home.”

JJ looked between you and Rafe before sighing, running one of his hands through his hair before nodding. “Yeah. Alright. Be safe and text me when you get home so I know you made it back safely.”

“Yeah. Of course.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went around your waist for your goodbye hug. “Everything's going to work out in the end, mkay?” You whispered. He nodded, squeezing you a little before letting go. You turned towards Rafe and let out a breath.”Let's get you home, Cameron.”

You held out your hand for the keys to his truck as you, Rafe, Kelce, and Topper all made your way back to where the cars had been parked. “Do you two need a lift back as well?” You asked Kelce and Topper, trying to tell them that you and Rafe needed to have a one on one conversation.

And by some miracle, Kelce seemed to pick up on that because he immediately turned Topper into the direction of the beer pong table and went “Hey, isn’t that Chrissy. I still owe her a beer pong match.” And ushered the slightly confused blonde towards the direction of this person named Chrissy.

You walked to Rafe’s truck and climbed into the driver’s seat as he climbed into the passenger, both of you feeling strange sitting in the seats the other would usually sit in.

You weren’t going to lie, you were a little scared to drive Rafe’s truck considering your car was a 2002 Chevrolet Prizm and, let’s be real, there is quite the size difference between a truck and a little old car like that, but you would rather drive a vehicle you weren’t exactly used to than let Rafe drive while under the influence.

You started the car and carefully pulled onto the street, making your way towards your house since your family was on a weekend trip on the mainland, one that you politely declined because you did not want to share a hotel room with your two younger siblings and your parents, and you especially did not want to either share a bed with your siblings or sleep on one of the chairs like you had done countless times before.

About ten minutes into the twenty-minute drive, you heard Rafe mumble something.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, glancing over at him.

“I said you missed the turn.” He repeated, slightly louder this time and referring to the road you needed to get to Tanneyhill.

“I was thinking we could stay at mine tonight, bud.”

Rafe tapped his finger against his thigh as he nodded, becoming nervous at how quiet the ride had been thus far and how you hadn’t even yelled at him on his behavior towards JJ. At how he completely ruined your night just because you were checking up on one of your friends like you always did.

You were there for Topper and Sarah both when they broke up, JJ when things got bad with his dad, Kie when she felt so overwhelmed with the kook life and the expectations, John B with DCS, Pope while he was stressing about his scholarship, Kelce when he felt like he wasn’t good enough and, of course, Rafe with his drug habit.

You should be pissed at him right now for getting mad at you helping out a friend.

You were five minutes away from your house that sat on the edge of the Cut when the silence became too much for Rafe and he snapped. “Can you just fucking yell at me already and get it over with!”

You jumped slightly at the sudden outburst before glancing over at him. “Why would I yell at you?”

You had yet to yell at any of your friends, even when they were being childish and very anti-pogue or anti-kook.

“Because we should still be at the boneyard, dancing, getting drunk and whatnot but instead you’re here, driving me back to your house because JJ and I had a spat.”

You shrugged. “Am I upset that you dragged me away from a serious conversation with J? Of course. But if you think I’m going to yell at you for it, then you really must be high.”

“I’m not that high. JJ was being dramatic back there. I had two lines, that’s it. Two lines barely does anything for me anymore.” He muttered.

You pulled into your driveway and parked his truck next to your car before turning off the engine, turning to face Rafe. “Why did you say that, Rafe?”

A confused look crossed his face. “Cause it doesn’t…” He replied slowly, thinking you were talking about his comment about the lines.

“No. Why did you say, in front of JJ, that thing about having to have your dad hit you too in order to get some time with me?” Rafe’s gaze dropped to the floor and he fiddled with his fingers, shrugging in response. “You do know, Rafe. It wasn’t just to get under his skin this time.” Your voice was soft as you spoke, scared that anything louder would spook him and put him on defense. “What’s wrong, bud?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned your entire body to face him.

He sighed. “I just feel like every time I need to talk to you about something that happened with my dad, something else always comes up with JJ and his dad that involves you having to go patch him up or something. I’ve maybe talked to you twice about something that went down with dad.” He whispered.

“Rafe, just because I go to help JJ, doesn’t mean you can’t text me to come over after and talk to me about your problems.” You explained.

“I just don’t want you to get overwhelmed with everything. I feel like everyone goes to you for their issues and I don't want to add on to whatever stress you're already dealing with."

You sat there in silence for a few seconds.

"Is that why you turn to coke? You feel like you can't talk about your problems to anyone or you feel like a burden if you try to?"

Rafe shrugged. "I don't really know. It's an escape from everything, I guess."

“Oh, Rafe,” You leaned over his center console and wrapped your arms around him.

That’s all it took for Rafe to lose any composure he had, breaking down and letting out everything he had bottled up right there in your driveway.

You sat there in his truck, stretched over his center console as you hugged him, listening to him as he spoke through his sobs, your hand rubbing his back in soothing circles.

"I wish I wasn't such a fuck-up." He sniffed when he had finished.

"You're not a fuck-up, Rafe."

"Yes, I am."

"Stop talking about yourself like that, Rafe. I hate it when you put yourself down.”

“Sorry,” He mumbled, “I just wish I was better. Is that better? I wish I was more like Sarah. I wish I was the son dad wanted."

You pulled away from him. "Everyone has their flaws, bud. You can always get help and I'll always be here for you through the ups and the downs. You know that right?" Rafe nodded. “Feel a little better?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him before opening your door and hopping out. “Let’s get you to bed then.”

Rafe followed your actions and as he stood behind you, waiting for you to unlock the front door, he spoke so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

“Can you come with me tomorrow? To get help?” He was staring at the ground, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

You looked back at him as you opened the door. “Absolutely.”

****

You stood outside with Topper and Kelce, nervously fiddling with the ring you had with your finger as you waited for Rafe.

Three months had passed since he entered rehab and you had visited him a couple of times during his stay but not as often as you had liked considering you still had school and work.

Your head whipped up when you heard footsteps approaching your small group and you grinned when you saw Rafe

You let Topper and Kelce greet him first as you took in the small amount of stubble on his face and his slightly longer hair. Rafe pulled away from the two boys before walking over to you and engulfing you in a hug. You immediately reciprocated the action, smiling as you did. “You look pretty damn good, bud.” You told him. “I feel pretty damn good.” He answered back, pulling away as he held you an arm’s length away. “Any girls or guys I should know about that have magically appeared in these past three months?” You laughed as you shook your head. “No. No girls or guys you need to worry about.”

Rafe made a noise of approval before turning to face the entire group. “Just so we're clear… I call shotgun.”

You and Kelce both groaned as you all walked to Topper's car, Rafe grinning as he yanked open the passenger door. As you buckled in, Topper started the car. “Alright. What are we doing so I know where I'm going?” “As much as I would love to join you, I promised my parents I would watch the twins while they went out shopping for my birthday present.” You stated. Kelce made a face. “Shouldn't they go with your parents to get you a gift?” “Here's the thing about my brother and sister, they get distracted easily and have to constantly be reminded by my parents that they are not here for them, so mom and dad have found it easier to leave them at home with me and just find a gift that they can just say is from everyone.” You explained as Topper headed towards your house. Rafe shrugged. “Fine by us. That leaves us alone to discuss your gift.” He smirked as he looked back at you. You rolled your eyes. “You don't have to get me anything.”

“We know but we want to.” Topper’s eyes met yours through the rearview mirror. “Fine but if I end up spending my birthday in the hospital, you three are paying the bill.”

Kelce, Rafe, and Topper all saluted you, causing you to roll your eyes once more before the conversation turned to catching Rafe up on everything that had happened while he was gone.

The three boys all waved goodbye to you before waving to the twins who were looking out the window.

“So where are we going? The mall? That little boutique she likes?” Topper reversed out of the driveway before glancing at his two friends. “TanneyhillWheezie. I need to grab my wallet and I'm hoping Sarah's there.”

Kelce and Topper stared at the older boy in shock, never having heard those words come out of Rafe's mouth before. Kelce leaned forward and placed the back of his hand on Rates forehead. “You feeling okay, man?”

Rafe swatted his hand away. “Just drive to Tanneyhill.”

Topper did as he was told, driving the route he knew all too well. Rafe was out of the car before Topper had fully stopped, heading straight into the extravagant house and up the stairs. He stopped in front of Wheezie's door and knocked on it, only for it to open seconds later. “Hey,” He greeted. Wheezie's face lit up at the sight of her brother and she tackled him in a hug, causing him to stumble a little. “Damn, Wheezie. Did you join the football team while I was gone?” he laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “Did you get my letters?” She queried, looking up at him. He nodded. “All thirty-six and a half of them.”

“I sent you thirty-seven.”

“Didn't anybody tell you that if you send someone a letter and it only fills half the page, it only counts as half?” Wheezie rolled her eyes. “Whatever. The main thing is your back and now I don't have to write letters anymore. I can just text you.”

Rafe laughed as he let go of her. “Fair enough. how are you? Has dad been giving you a hard time?” he dropped his voice down, not knowing where his dad was. “Not really. He didn't like it when I asked about you though. I once asked if we could visit you and you would've thought I told him I was pregnant and dropping out of school.” Wheezie casted her gaze down to the floor. “I had to have Topper or Kelce send out the letters for me because dad ripped up the first one I wrote you. It was like he wanted to wash you from everyone's memory. He even yelled at Sarah when she told him that it was pretty fucked up to rip up the letter when I was just trying to stay in touch with you through a hard time.”

“I'm sorry, Wheeze.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. At least you’re back.”

Rafe gave her a small smile. “Is Sarah home or out?”

“Her room. Kie’s over though.”

“Thanks. I’ll catch up with you later. We’ll watch a movie or play a game or something.”

His half-sister nodded before heading back into her room, closing the door behind her.

“That was the cutest thing ever. She almost makes me wish I had a little sister. Almost.” Topper said from behind Rafe, causing him to jump a little.

He pushed past his two friends to head towards his sister’s room, knocking on the doorframe as he peeked in.

Sarah and Kie both looked towards the door from whatever show they were watching and Sarah gave him a smile. “Howdy, howdy. You’re back.”

“Yeah and we all need to talk. That means your boyfriend and his friends too.”

“Cutting straight to the point, I see. Why do we all need to talk?” Sarah questioned.

“Because it involves Y/N and her birthday.”

“We already got her a gift,” Kie stated, turning her attention back to the tv.

“That’s great and all but I think she’d like to have all her friends together on her actual birthday than have to spend it splitting the time between her friends cause she’s scared they’re going to turn it into a battle of who’s the better friend group.” Rafe looked between the two girls.

“Rafe, buddy, I love you and all but what the hell is bringing JJ, John B, and Pope over going to do? It’s going to end horribly.” Kelce spoke up.

“We’re all going to have a nice little chat and sort out our differences even if it takes all night and watching a movie with Wheezie.”

Kie sighed. “She did once tell me it’d be nice if she could hang out with everyone at once, she just doesn’t want to make things worse between the two groups.”

Sarah picked up her phone. “I’ll call John B and tell him I need help moving something and that he should bring Pope and JJ to help."

Within twenty minutes, three sets of footsteps were sounding throughout the house as the three boys thundered up the stairs.

"Alright, we better be getting lunch for doing this." JJ stopped in his tracks when he saw the three kook boys. "And I'll be leaving now. I'll just have a peanut butter sandwich for lunch instead." He said, turning around to leave.

"Oh no, you're not. You three are going to join this therapy session whether you guys like it or not." Sarah stared at them as she stood up, beckoning them inside.

"I would just like to point out that any 'therapy session' with him, usually ends with fists." John B pointed towards Rafe.

"Believe it or not, Rafe suggested this," Sarah informed her boyfriend.

"And that's not the least bit suspicious to you."

"If you three want to do something nice for Y/N/N this year for her birthday, you'll sit your asses down and participate." Kie glared at her three friends. The pogues exchanged looks and Kie snapped. "Sit!"

"Sitting." JJ flopped onto the desk chair as Pope and John B filed in, Sarah closing the door behind them.

***

A week later, you waited for your parents by the door, your younger siblings next to you as you three slowly grew hungrier waiting for your parents to make sure they had everything they needed.

"By the time you two are done, the day's going to end and we'll have to wait until next year to celebrate Y/N's birthday," Sammy called out.

"Yeah. And then you'll need to have two cakes. One for her seventeenth birthday and one for her eighteenth." Alex added.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help complaining yourself. "Seriously. Can we go? You said that if we didn't leave now then everything would go to shit and that was ten minutes ago!"

"Okay, okay!" Your dad and mom came rushing out and you all exited the house. "I thought I raised you three to have some patience."

"Well, when you say 'don't have any snacks between now and dinner' and your kids listen for once, your children aren't going to have a lot of patience." You patted his back before taking your spot in between the twins in the backseat.

As you drove to The Wreck, you continued asking what the surprise was.

"Is the family visiting from Wisconsin?"

Your mom shook her head. "Just wait and see."

Alex leaned over. "Trust me when I say that you wouldn't guess it in a million years." Your brother grinned.

"Welp, here's high hopes but something I wouldn't guess in a million years, did you get me a Ferrari?"

"Hell no. I'll get a Ferrari before you do." Your dad shot at you as your family pulled into the parking lot of The Wreck.

You followed your family inside, Mr.Carrera wishing you a happy birthday as you passed him, and just about passed out from what you saw.

Gathered around the table, laughing and chatting as if they were all old friends, were your two friend groups.

"Oh my God. I think I'm hallucinating. Dad, you might have to take me to the hospital."

"There she is! The birthday girl. Welcome to the seventeen club!" JJ hollered.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over, your family following as you went around and hugged everyone. "What the hell got all of you to hold hands and have a civil conversation?"

"You'd be surprised how therapeutic hitting someone with a pillow can be," Pope commented.

"You will also be surprised at how quickly a bunch of teenagers will bond together to make sure a thirteen-year-old doesn't win monopoly," Kelce added.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and Topper smiled. "The point is, we all have reconciled and you do not have to worry about someone bouncing someone's head off a wall on purpose."

You nodded slowly before taking a seat in between Pope and Sarah. "I think I've entered an alternate universe."

"Trust me, you haven't." Mr.Carrera reassured you as he brought over the cake.

The group sang happy birthday and you smiled before blowing out the candles, your dad and Mr.Carrera beginning to slice the cake after the candles were removed.

"Alright, so who was the mastermind? It has to be one of the reasonable ones." You took your plate from your dad as you looked around the group, grabbing a fork. "Unless it was one of these two which I wouldn't doubt if they managed to lock you all in a pantry or something one day." You motioned to your brother and sister with your fork.

"Actually, it was Rafe."

You looked at Kie before turning your attention to the guy across from you who shrugged. "It was nothing."

You shook your head. "Well, I'm just going to say it right now, don’t be offended if I don't love your gifts cause all of you together takes the cake for the best gift."

"Wow. Cheesy much." John B teased.

You went to respond but heard a whistle cause the whole group to turn towards the noise. Your mom stood with a camera in her hands, a smile plastered on her face.

"Alright. All of you together for a picture now because two groups have become one and this must be documented or no one will believe it."

You all moved around slightly so everyone could be seen and smiled, listening to the click of the camera that told you the photo was taken.

You leaned across the table towards Rafe. "Thank you."

"No. Thank you."

~~~~~

[maybankiara]

I’LL BE MAKING MY OWN WAY NOW

pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

summary: Some girls from the Kook Academy are messing with you, and JJ makes you stand up for yourself.

word count: 2.5k

warning: bullying

additional: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff. sorry if there’s any typos - i’ve been trying to get through this for about a week now and i can’t bring myself to proofread.

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It’s not a big deal, you tell yourself, day after day. People have the right to not like you, or dislike you, and they also have the right to show it. Standing up to them would be no good – they’d only treat you worse, much like they did when this whole thing started, before it became a running joke between the Kook Academy’s worst.

  So you keep your head down, even though their taunts are echoing the street. What’s up, dyke? Jesus, Jeanie, something stinks like rotten fish. You keep walking, your training bag on your shoulder, and you let your hair out of the ponytail. It’s filled with sweat and dirt from the football field and it’s a mess, but at least it hides your face from them.

  Must be the Pogue. It’s the universe telling them they should stick to fishing and getting our stuff. You keep walking, and you hear them moving a few feet behind you, in their brand new Cadillac convertible. I wish they would sort the trash. Keep it off our side of the island, at least.

  Your teeth clench as your tongue threatens to snap back, and get you into more trouble. Just a little longer and they’ll leave you – they always do.

  At the sight of the first house that marks the Cut, a big building that was once a local restaurant and is now more of a shrieking shack, you straighten your back. You tie your hair back into the ponytail, too, because you know if they were to confront you on your territory, things wouldn’t end well for them.

  ‘I’m bored, Jeanie,’ one of the girls says, drawling out the other’s name. ‘Let’s go somewhere fun.’

  The car drives away and you flip them off as they get lost in the distance. There’s a reason why they don’t enter the Cut, and your friends’ reputation is one of them.

  Nobody messes with the Pogues.

  From there, it takes you about fifteen minutes to get to your house. You get changed quickly, jump into the shower, and you’re out of it as fast as possible. It’s a hot day and although you wish you could do your makeup, it’s the height of summer in the Outer Banks and you’re not a Touron who believes her makeup wouldn’t melt. You stick to just covering up your blemishes, and focus on your outfit, instead (you’d focus on your hair, but with the humidity in the air, what’s the point?).

  this is me, you think as you face the reflection in the mirror. A bikini top with a sheer blouse over it, denim shorts and black sneakers. Simple, sporty, and kegger-appropriate.

  You arrive to the Chateau on time, just as you promised. Kiara’s the first to see you and she waves at you, overseeing the boys putting a keg into John B’s van.

  ‘Hello,’ you greet them, placing a kiss to JJ’s cheek. ‘You guys done?’

  ‘You’re just in time to not need to do anything at all.’ JJ pulls you into a hug. His arms feel like home, and you let yourself relax into them – it relieves some of the tension you didn’t even know was there. ‘How was your day?’

  ‘Good.’

  JJ pulls back and frowns, having noticed you pointedly not looking at him. ‘Yeah?’

  You smile, offhandedly, and turn to help Pope and John B push the last keg into the van, what JJ was previously doing. ‘I’m fine, JJ.’

  He doesn’t buy it, but he’s got half a mind not to push it while you’re with all of your friends. JJ puts a hand at the small of your back instead, looking at you with his eyebrows ever so slightly pointed up, and gives you the smallest of nods.

  I’m here for you, is what he’s saying.

  All you do is give him a chaste kiss on the lips, and go off with Kiara to get your hair done while the boys set up everything at the Boneyard. If anyone seems to notice the silent exchange between the two of you, they don’t bring it up – at least not in front of you.

  Kiara’s hands are swift and competent when flowing through your hair. What you asked for was “anything that’ll keep my hair out of my face” and she decided that meant “an elaborate braid with some strands pulled out a bit to make it look messy and loose”.

  You don’t mind, though – it looks good, halfway through.

  ‘So,’ Kiara begins. ‘You’re a bit quiet today.’

  ‘I’m just tired. Practice was more draining than usual, and I just can’t wait to relax at the party.’

  You see her pout in the mirror, giving you a look that means she can see right through you. ‘You sure it’s just that?’

  A reassuring smile appears on your lips. ‘Yeah, Kie. It’s all good.’

  Kiara nods, focusing back on your hair. ‘Everything’s fine between you and JJ, right? I saw what happened earlier, I hope you know you can talk to me about anything.’

  ‘Oh my god, no! Is that what it looked like?’ You sigh, rubbing your forehead before Kiara slaps your hand away, telling you you’re going to ruin your hairstyle. ‘JJ and I are great, don’t worry about that, at all. I just had a kind of a bad day, is all.’

  She sighs and you can tell it’s relief. ‘Shit, I’m glad I don’t need to go all Mama Pogue on your asses.’

  Both of you break into laughter. It relieves the tension that you feel in your shoulders, and things seem a little less daunting when you realise how the whole situation must’ve looked like to everyone else.

  But there’s a thought that comes with that realisation – ‘Do you think JJ thinks it was about him?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ admits Kiara. ‘You should probably go talk to him once we’re at the Boneyard.’

  You nod, because Kiara’s right. It ends up being all you can think about until it’s half an hour later, the party is officially underway and JJ is catching up with some friends while you’re just chilling with the rest of the Pogues.

  It’s a humid and exceptionally hot day, as you assumed it would be, and it’s somehow making everything worse. You want to talk to JJ because it feels as if he’s been avoiding you a little bit, and the fact that you can literally feel the dampness of your skin is definitely not helping.

  Kiara shoots you a sympathetic smile, throwing a hand over your shoulder. ‘It’ll be okay.’

  ‘He’s avoiding me.’

  ‘It’s JJ,’ she reminds you. ‘He’ll last fifteen more minutes, tops.’

  As it turns out, you find JJ’s gaze on you less than ten minutes later, as you’re chatting to someone Touron whose makeup is already melting off her face.

  You smile at him, and wave, and he does the same. The moment you see him bidding the group goodbye, already half-way to you, you excuse yourself and make a beeline for him.

  He’s sweaty when you pull him into a hug, but so are you, and it only makes everything sticky but funny. You smile, laughing a little. His eyebrows shoot up.

  ‘We’re both very sticky,’ you explain, still grinning.

  JJ rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face. His hands are resting on your waist and you don’t care that there’s dozens of people around you, doing whatever they are – it’s just the two of you right now.

  Some of the hairs that Kiara pulled out of your braid are now sticking to your face, and JJ pulls them behind your ear.

  ‘Did I do something?’

  You shake your head. ‘No. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I had a bad day and I just didn’t want you to worry about it.’

  He sighs, relieved, just like Kiara did. ‘This was the worst hour of my life.’

  ‘You could’ve asked!’

  ‘It didn’t seem like you wanted to talk about whatever it was!’

  ‘Well, I didn’t,’ you agree. At this, he quirks his head to the side, and you kind-of prove your point. Playfully, you smack his chest and wriggle your way out of his hands. ‘I’m sorry, Mr Jumping-To-Conclusions.’

  ‘Oh, shut up.’ He takes your hand and pulls you back close, pressing a kiss against your lips. His fingers are rubbing your palm. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’

  You let your shoulders fall again, biting your lip. Of course, you’d love nothing more than to talk about the reason why you fucking hate the Kooks and why they make your life a living hell at times, but it’s just that Jeanie and Denise, the girls from earlier, are just now getting beer from Pope at the keg.

  So you shake your head, intent on not talking about it.

  ‘It doesn’t matter anymore,’ you tell JJ, looking away from the girls. ‘I’m over it.’

  But JJ knows you, and he glances at Pope and the two Kooks, and when you see his lips pressed together, you know he’s connected the dots.

  ‘JJ—’

  ‘Is it them again? Are they bullying you?’

  You sigh. His eyes are drilling into yours, and you feel him stiffen. ‘It’s fine, J, honestly. It’s not a big deal.’

  He shakes his head. ‘No, it is. It’s not okay. Why are you letting them run all over you?’

  ‘I’ve got no other choice.’

  ‘That’s bullshit,’ he tells you, and you know it’s true. ‘You’re not someone who takes shit from others, especially not Kooks. This has been happening for way too long for there not to be some other reason.’

  You look down, at your feet; if it wasn’t for JJ holding you in place with his hands resting on your waist, you probably would’ve stepped back.

  It’s not something that should be embarrassing, but it is. ‘I worked so hard to get into the club. Coach was hesitant on taking someone from the Cut. I’ve been under the magnifying glass ever since I joined. One wrong thing, I’m out, back to square one.’

  ‘Is that why?’ he asks. ‘What does that have to do with the Kooks?’

  You laugh, but there’s no joy in it. You shake your head at JJ’s obliviousness – he’s the last person you expected to be so naive. ‘Everything. If I stand up for myself, they’ll come up with something to get me off the team, and I’ll love everything, JJ.’

  ‘How can you be so sure?’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  He cups your face, smiling at you with warmth in his eyes. ‘You’re not a part of the team because you’re from the Cut, or whatever. It’s because you’re a good soccer player. No one can take that away from you.’

  ‘But—’

  ‘There’s no “but”s, Y/N. If you let them walk all over you, they won’t stop doing it. I don’t think they’ll say anything, but even if they do, you’ve got nothing to worry about.’

  You nod, relaxing into his touch. ‘Are you sure?’

  JJ hesitates. ‘No,’ he admits, ‘but are you really going to keep letting them fuck up your life?’

  he’s right, you realise. This can’t go on.

  So you nod again, kiss him, and promise him you’ll stand up for yourself next time.

  What you don’t expect is that the next time would come just a few short hours later, with either Jeanie or Denise—both names are so pretentious and stupid that you don’t know which is which—making a remark about the way you look tonight.

  ‘Whores from the cut, you can tell from the braids and the exposed boobs.’ She says it to a guy who’s chatting with her, a mere dozen feet away from you, JJ, and Kiara, loud enough so that all of you hear it.

  Loud enough that JJ hears it.

  He whips his body around, walking up to the two before you get to stop him. ‘What did you just say?’

  You follow suit, a hand on his bicep. ‘JJ.’

  The girl chuckles, throwing her head back in laughter. She points a finger at JJ then you, then back to JJ. ‘You need a guard now?’

  ‘Bitch—’

  ‘JJ!’

  He looks to you and his eyes are full of rage. His chest is rising up and down frantically; your thumb moves across his bicep, calming him down. You give him a look that says this is my fight and he relaxes, as much as he can.

  ‘Great,’ says the girl. ‘Discipline your dog.’

  If JJ takes a step back, you take a step closer to her until you’re almost in her face. She’s about your height, a big bigger, and could likely easily take you down in a fight if she wanted to – but there’s more to you than just your build.

  ‘Say that one more time,’ you order through gritted teeth.

  She doesn’t. She takes a step back instead, quivering before you. ‘Fucking psycho.’

  ‘No, you don’t get to be a bitch to me anymore. I’ve had enough of you and your fucking clique. I don’t give a shit what you say.’

  ‘What, because you got your dog to bite for you?’

  ‘Oh, I assure you, I take my own bites,’ you tell her, grinning slightly. ‘By the way, don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him. Are you jealous? Are you wishing he was yours instead of mine? Because that’s never going to happen.’

  ‘Go to hell.’

  You laugh. ‘Save me a spot.’

  She flips you off, in a grandiose manner, and you can’t help but shudder. This isn’t you – sure, you can stand up for yourself, but it’s never been like this.

  JJ takes hold of your hand and pulls you close. You relax at the feeling of his chest against yours, and your hands find their safe place on his back.

  ‘You were good,’ he tells you. ‘I was going to step in, but this was your fight.’

  You feel yourself start to shake, and JJ holds you a little tighter. ‘It was too much.’

  ‘They’re not going to bother you anymore.’

  Even if you don’t believe that just yet, you nod, because you feel like it’ll stop JJ from worrying about you. It doesn’t work – the moment you take a step back and he takes a look at your face, he tells you that you’re going back to the Chateau, at least for a bit.

  None of the Pogues question it – they’ve all seen the showdown. The Chateau is quiet when you come there, stepping off JJ’s motorcycle. It’s a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere at the beach, but it’s good.

  You feel like you needed a breather.

  JJ takes off his helmet and walks around the bike, wrapping an arm around your waist. You let him pull you into the hug and you rest your head against his shoulder, breathing uneven.

  ‘Thank you,’ you say, ‘for being there for me today.’

  He kisses your forehead. ‘Anything for my girl.’

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