#two older brothers and a younger sister. I’m going to be ill.

[vanillakook]

THE BOY IS MINE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you can’t wait to try

parings: jk x sister in law!reader

warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesn’t care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple positions, reader’s pussy is an OCEAN, all hyewon does is cry, reader is actually evil, jungkook is just as bad, if not worse

nothing could have prepared jungkook for the influx of strange events that would take place over the next month. his time starts as it usually does: hyewon, his girlfriend, freaking the fuck out about every interaction he’s had and will have with her family. however, something was different this time. hyewon’s usual dread of embarrassment had shifted into full blown panic and anxiety. he was utterly confused since she had never been this bad. did something happen? he was sure her parents liked him, no? why would they let them date for nearly a year if that was the case?

jungkook had come to know why on the three hour long drive to her parents lake house. after prying he had found out it was you, her baby sister who is supposedly the devil incarnate. “i’m sure this is just a normal sibling rivalry hye, baby, my brother and i are the same way.”

“jungkook,” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “im telling you it’s not the same.”

she excused it when you were kids, but after a certain point of awareness she knew that this wasn’t a silly little rivalry, you hated her. despite you being younger by three years you had always went out of your way to make sure she was miserable. in your childhood years it started out as lying to your parents about her hitting you, or sneaking gum into her hair, breaking her dolls. these little things progressed to stealing her clothes and ruining her makeup products in middle school. once high school came around whatever she did you had to do it ten times better. clothes, shoes, sports, friends, boys. your parents had just seen it as a cute thing between a younger and older sister. little did your parents know that soon your behaviors turned cold with sinister intent, from ruining her friendships, straining her parental relationship, and fucking every single guy she’s ever bought home.

hyewon grew up with the same speech throughout her middle school and teenage years, even now in her 20s.

“she just admires you.”

“you’re her role model.”

“y/n has it all, have you ever thought that you’re the jealous one?”

bullshit.

your parents also weren’t shy about who was the favorite. although the two of you had done nearly every sport and form of hobby together, your awards were hung the highest, your interests were more funded, and you were taken more seriously. they insisted that it was just in her head for so many years, more like they were being heavily manipulated by you. now finally her boyfriend of 11 months was going go meet you in less than an hour to see for himself how fucked up you were.

the boyfriend that she so desperately has tried to keep away for so long. now her time was up.

hyewon was successful with that aspect for a while since you were dorming hours away at college. she successfully avoided holidays, family dinners, special occasions, all for almost a year. while she did limit how much she posted jungkook, she was never too sure with the extent you would go with things and has kept you blocked and hidden from all things him.

she could have avoided it for longer if this hadn’t been your first summer back from school in years and your parents were adamant on having the entire family together. usually you were able to make an excuse on why jungkook couldn’t come, work, family matters, etc. but everyone was to be at your family lake house for a full month, and that included jungkook.

“hye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.” he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.

“promise?”

“promise.”

jungkook couldn’t be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.

over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade you’re forced to have around others.

“what now hyewon?” you scoffed. “i haven’t seen you in a year and you’re already about to scold me about something?”

you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. “stay away from him. y/n i understand you can’t keep a man but that doesn’t mean you can help yourself to mine.“

you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. “but hyewonniee~ that’s not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?” you tsked obnoxiously.

she snatched her hands away. “y/n, this isn’t the time to play your sick games. what the fuck don’t you get? i’m not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.”

“come on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,” she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.

“please y/n…” her voice cracked.

all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. “i just wanna try him, no need to get fussy.”

that night at dinner she kept a close eye on you whenever you were near him. she allowed the small talk and conversations about his family and work, but was steadily getting annoyed when no one had been asking a single thing about what she’d been up to, obviously not you, not your parents, and not even jungkook, in fact her very far gone boyfriend was looking at you as if you had hung the stars and the moon with your bare hands. he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you as explained your college stories and travels. your sister on the other hand had her head down in her phone, earning a scowl from your parents and a few words from her own boyfriend.

“hyewon,” your father cleared his throat. “don’t you think it’s poor manners to not listen to what your sister has to say? she listens to you.”

“right, sorry.” she mumbled, putting her phone down to pick at her food.

“apologies jungkook, they’ve been this way since they were young. just a little squabble here and there.” your mother leaned over the table a squeezed his hand, to that he replied with a smile.

do little squabbles consist of fucking someone’s boyfriends and sending them the tapes of them doing so?

“trust me i understand, my older brother and i are sworn enemies but he’s my entire world.”

you decided to chimed in too. “hyewonnie doesn’t ever think i have anything interesting to say,” you pouted. “actually enough about me, sis how’s your desk job? still letting that old hag of a boss order you around?”

any normal boyfriend would take his girlfriends defense when a backhanded comment was made. instead jungkook, who was seated in between the both of you, pealed his eyes away from you for once and turned to his girlfriend. he was also waiting for her response to that. all eyes were now turned to her. you have her that knowing smirk, a smirk that knew since your lasting meeting a year ago, she had accomplished absolutely nothing but scoring a hot boyfriend. and even that was going to be ripped away from her shortly.

“i’m working on finding a new job.”

“work harder then hyewon, look at your sister.” ah here we go. your father was about to go on his comparison spiel. “y/n is set to graduate early after studying abroad and even has a job lined up for her after school, meanwhile you’ve been stuck at this little start up company for how long?”

“we love you honey, dearly. but it’s time to start being an adult.” your mom had delivered the final blow. hyewon stood up from her seat, fork clinging against the china plate.

“i need to use the restroom.”

no one tried to stop her, instead everyone fell back into a steady stream of conversation. jungkook however couldn’t even bring himself to have another thought other than you. he couldn’t have made his attraction to you more obvious. you were so fucking pretty, he hasn’t seen a being like you. sweet and delicate tone with hints of seduction. he wanted to feel bad for being more attracted to you than he was to your older sister, but fuck. your hair was pulled back into a neat bun and your dress had just reached below your ass. he tried his hardest to not stare for too long, but when you had suddenly dropped your fork and bent over to go get it he was in for quite the treat that couldn’t be passed up.

when you rose from your chair, slick trails followed behind. you hadn’t been wearing underwear and your pussy had been drooling all over the wooden chairs, leaving you with a pool of pussy juice in your seat. your cheeks burned, knowing his eyes were on you and your pretty pussy. he looked between you and your parents, hoping they weren’t seeing your antics so he could bask in it longer. luckily they were immersed in conversation.

“whoopsies, i’m so clumsy sometimes!” you sat down in your seat again, making sure he heard the wet plop! of your ass on the sticky chair. you flashed him flirty smile, once again starting small talk. “so you’re a personal trainer right?”

“mhm i am, you know anything about it?”

“enlighten me.”

“well it’s-“ his face dropped and went bright red at the feeling of your hands on him. your palm had sprawled out on his thigh, inching dangerously close to his hardening cock. “it’s um- it takes a while to um-“

“something the matter?” yes something was the fucking matter. your acrylic covered hand was now covering the growing tent in his pants. his girlfriends baby sister was palming his dick at the dining room table, in front of your fucking parents. “sounds like an easy job, maybe you could train me too, i’m a fast learner, and i haven’t worked out in ages…” your eyes narrowed, tone getting lower and heavier.

“hey we’re going to start cleaning up, you kiddos finished with your food?” your mom started confiscating the plates and dishes as you worked at jungkooks zipper, desperately wanting to get a look at the huge cock you were groping.

“we’re not kids mom, we’re in our early 20s.”

“oh fine fine, when your sister comes back from her mini temper tantrum tell her i put her food in the fridge if she wants to finish it.” once your parents were gone you could finally cut the small talk and get right to the point, except jungkook had halted your actions, removing your hand and holding it in his while you bit back a grin.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how much this would hurt your sister?”

“so?”

“so? are you out of your mind?”

you rolled your eyes. “oh now you wanna play moral police after you’ve been eye fucking me the entire night and almost came in your pants from my hand alone?” if he really didn’t want it you were going to back off. you pulled away completely and scooted your chair over.

jungkook leaned in closer, pining you against your chair. “you wanna feel up on my dick? go ahead sweetheart, but not at the same fucking table your parents are eating at. hyewon could walk in any second too, you really wanna risk her seeing this? risk her ending this before i get to ruin you?”

oh. oh.

“you wanna ruin me? your girlfriends little sister? you really don’t care about her do you?” your eyes lit up once again.

jungkook looked around, peering around the corners of the house to make sure it was clear before what he did next. lust was fully taken over, any thoughts of hyewon were gone, and it was only a few hours into knowing your little minx ass but he wanted to be consumed by you. his hand went around your neck, gripping it to the point where your circulation was almost severed. “i just wanna try you baby, see if i chose the wrong sister or not. and anyways, whatever hye doesn’t know won’t hurt her right? now c’mere pretty.”

the stars had aligned in that moment for you. you had jungkook right where you wanted him.

however she did. hyewon knew exactly what would happen once she left the table, it was her way of accepting defeat. as hyewon sobbed in the bathroom she knew her sister and boyfriend were exchanging more than holy words and touches. she knew how quick you worked. when it came to ruining everything she loved and desired you were always quick. luckily she couldn’t witness the vile things happening at that dining room table.

“gosh, this fucking pussy,” he landed a slap to your sopping cunt. poor baby was crying down there for some action, clenching that tight hole around nothing and pushing out more and more thick ropes of slick. “damn baby i knew you wanted this dick, but fucking hell.” he couldn’t believe how soaked you were, he knew he’d slip his cock in with ease, nothing like your sister.

“aw kook, you must be so bored with her if you feel this comfortable with playing in my pussy. look at you throwing a year down the drain.” and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“fucking tell me about it. love my baby to death but a man has needs you know?” he took another glance around before unzipping his pants fully this time and placing your hand over his fat cock once again. “hye never knows what to do with it, but i’m sure a slut like you will.”

he tugged his boxers down and you watched his angry member spring up, slapping against his stomach with a mean, red tip that was throbbing for attention. your mouth gaped open at the sight of the pretty thing. lengthy, girthy, veiny, and in need of a tight little pussy gripping around it. “make it quick and i’ll make sure to take good care of you later sweetheart.” he guided you to your knees, sat back, and enjoyed your mouth. all while hyewon sobbed her heart out a few feet away.

later that night after you were coming back from a late night jog, hyewon was ready in the living room for you. she needed to put her foot down for once. every other time was different, but this was her chance to salvage her relationship. once you stepped in the door she stood, to which you didn’t pay her a second glance. “the hell do you want? you’re stalking me now?”

“if you keep trying your luck with jungkook im telling mom and dad.”

you let out a mocking cackle as you made your way to grab a glass of water. “what are we? fucking five? maybe if you knew how to pleasure your boyfriend we wouldn’t be in this situation,”

her mouth went dry. “what?”

“oops… well cats out the bag. when you decided to go be dramatic and cry in the bathroom as if anyone cared, jungkook was very quick to say how much of a bad fuck you were.” you provoked her farther. you were younger, you were shorter, but still you loomed over her, in every aspect, in every way, of every day of your lives. “you always pick the easy ones. the ones who hate you more specifically.”

“jungkook loves me, something you’ll never experience.” she spat.

you grinned, leaning against the counter nonchalantly before breaking her heart in two. “and he’s gonna love this pussy even more. he already loves one of my holes. ask him about it.” you shot her a wink before leaving for bed.

there was still a month to go and as the weeks progressed she watched his eyes linger more as your clothes got tighter. she watched your touches get lower. she watched your hangouts go from the three of you to just you and her boyfriend. she watched how you two would talk for hours then get silent when she entered a room. she watched you press your ass up against him when squeezing around tight spaces. it was only a matter of time before she was phased out completely, but she still wouldn’t go down without a fight. jungkook was the greatest thing to ever happen to her, he was worth fighting for, she felt it, she knew it.

yet obviously he didn’t see her the same. he couldn’t care less about his relationship more than ever now since you had given him the best head of his life. now every night, just like this one, he was nose deep in your cunt, devouring you. jungkook waited until hyewon was sound asleep before he slipped himself into your room in the late hours of the night. thank goodness she picked the ones who were skilled with their tongue, because this was just the stress reliever you needed,

cumming down her boyfriends throat for the third time tonight.

“f-fffuck!” your back arched upwards from the feeling of his tongue dragging down your slit. he simply pushed you back down, using the weight of his hand to keep you there. “too much, ‘s too much koo!” you pulled at his hair roughly, making him groan deliciously. how the fuck did you taste like this? you were becoming his favorite flavor.

“oh yeah too much?” he took two fingers, plunging them inside of your cunt and watching the disappear deeper with every thrust. “so fucking wet for me doll, look at how you’re drenching my fingers.” he kept his voice low while your screams went wild. part of him even hoped your cries awoke your sister. he was so fucked up for wanting this, wanting her to see how good he fucked her pretty little sister. he wanted her to see how he fucked her sister in every way that he would never fuck her. he was sick as hell.

his fingers rammed against your g spot roughly. your mind fogged up, making your words start to come out in nothing but incoherent babbles. your body went limp from the amount of times he had dragged your nut out of you tonight. “c’mon princess, gimme one more, right on my fingers. be a good girl and cum baby, cum.”

“holy shiiiiii- awh fuck fuck, fuck i’m- jungkookk!” you whined with tears streaming down your face. with one more clench of your hole and a few more angry thrusts of his fingers you were soaking your sheets and his face. once jungkook removed his fingers you released everything he was keeping inside. he dove right back into you nose first to catch all of the creamy slick dripping from your hole. you couldn’t handle overstimulation, trying time and time again to get him away from your pussy before you came again.

“stop, stop stop- fucking hell stop!” trying to push him away was useless, you were starting to realize he did this shit for his own pleasure.

once he decided he was finished his meal he pulled back, looking up at your flustered and tear stained face. he smirked to himself when he saw your needy pussy still clenching around nothing. it took time for your body to shake off the after effects of your orgasm, but he stood by and waited for you to come back to earth. “better get back before your sister wakes up, you good mama?” he sucked your essence off of his fingers, making you lick your lips at the action.

“already? one more hour, please?”

“it’s starting to get harder to say no to you.” he laid between your legs, trying his hardest not to accidentally push against your sensitive clit. you admired him from this view, his soft features and the various piercings that graced his lip and ears. he was so goddamn handsome, you felt bad that he had to settle for your basic sister. “what are you thinking?” he chimed.

“nothing much, just about how glad i am hyewon bought you home, it’s like she just knew you were right for me.” fuck, you were twisted.

“you’re going to get me in so much trouble doll, what will your parents think of me if they find out?”

you shrugged. “they could care less. everyone knows she can’t keep a guy.”

“and i’m guessing that’s due to you?” he smirked.

you tried to fight your smile but it was useless. “i wouldn’t say that. it’s just that every guy reconsiders when they see she has a sister.”

that was exactly what was happening here now. jungkooks brain chemistry was being altered to only think of you, to only want you, and the month wasn’t even over yet. the way he had pulled away would be the reason for hyewon’s nagging every night after bed from now on. she garnered argument after argument every night in bed, trying desperately for jungkook to see where this behavior was wrong. he was too far gone by now, getting defensive when hyewon would state the obvious.

“you’re acting fucking crazy!” jungkook fumbled out of the bed angrily, snatching a pillow and extra blanket to take to the couch. “she’s your sister, do you hear yourself?” he yelled, as if you didn’t just have a face full of his cock for dessert under the dining room table two weeks ago, as if he wasn’t knuckles deep in you the night prior. he knew it was wrong, he knew it was disrespectful to do it while staying in the same house as your parents. but fucking hell.

he felt like needed you more after tasting you once. he felt sick for not even being attracted to his girlfriend anymore. he felt disappointed in himself for letting almost a year go down the drain. but you felt better than anything.

“jungkook she’s trying to steal you from me, she’s- do you not see? has she manipulated you that far already?” hyewon was on the verge of tears, lower limp trembling as she stared back at jungkook. he gave her an annoyed look and sighed, getting ready to pull out manipulative tactics of his own.

“i understand you might envy her, she’s younger, she gets along well with your parents, but when you start making shit up out of jealousy it doesn’t look good hye.” what the fuck could you have done to make him so far gone? what the fuck had you been spewing to him?

“do you fucking hear yourself? you’re defending a bitch you’ve known two weeks!” she was losing her mind, truly. “you’ve been so distant kook, you don’t hold me anymore, you barely kiss me, and it all started when we fucking got here! you told me you be on my side for this trip, mine, not hers.” her voice cracked but he still couldn’t find it in him to care.

“until you sort your hissy fit out, i’ll be on the couch.” he shut the door behind him and she could hear shuffling down the steps growing fainter. her head was pounding from all this nonsense. she hadn’t had one normal day since stepping in this lake house. her family was indifferent to her and now another boyfriend of hers was trying to convince her she was crazy. jungkook did a terrible job however, because once she heard your door creak open in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where you were going.

and she followed.

hyewon crept her way down the stairs, careful not to let anyone hear. she could hear jungkook’s raspy voice and your soft giggles, along with a very smacking noises followed after. even though she has witnessed you ruin her relationships time and time again, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. when she rounded the corner her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. there you were, on all fours in front of her boyfriend, with your pants pulled over your ass, and a big, heavy dick fucking you into the pillow cushions. her boyfriend, the love of her life, fucking you into the pillow cushions.

her hand flew over her mouth and she bit back tears, watching you and jungkook fuck her over in plain sight. it was over. everything she worked to salvage, it was gone. yet she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight. from seeing how much more intimate he was with you. she flinched when he smacked your ass harshly. she needed to stop this, but why couldn’t she? hyewon was frozen in place, forced to watch jungkook give himself to you.

“shiiiiitt- pussy squeezing me baby, control that cunt so i don’t cum quick.” he pulled out, pumping your slick up and down his shaft. you wiggled your ass around, smacking it against his pelvis in desperation. you needed your cunt filled again. “calm down mama, fuck.”

“can’tttt,” you dragged. “hmph. fuck me or i’ll do it myself.” you should have never said that. jungkook pulled you back by your hair, his hand gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your back arched in a painful way and your pussy was leaking on he cushions.

“spoiled fucking brat, think i’m obligated to fill your holes? don’t get this twisted.” he removed his hand from around his cock to smack your tits around, mesmerized with how the perky mounds looked. “making me cheat on my girlfriend, making me fall in love with this pussy. all this is your fault, now get down and throw that shit back.” without warning he slid in. the stretch was painfully addicting.

“koo! you’re so fucking big- nnnnghhh shiitt,” once you were used to the stretch you started to move back on him, when he saw your hand moving to circle your clit he yanked it back. he held it behind your back to ensure you didn’t make the same mistake again. of course your bratty ass couldn’t resist pissing him off even more and tried again. now both of your arms were folded behind you with half your face being smothered in the couch.

“you know- hmph-“ he started saying in between strokes. “one thing about your sister? she knows how to listen. trained her well. guess you need the same don’t you?” you nodded with a bright smile on your face that would soon be wiped. hyewon sobbed softly around the corner, listening to the way jungkook carelessly spoke about her. “fuck, you’re perfect. i wanna see you baby c’mere.” you were flipped on your back now, switching from one position to the other.

when you didn’t think it could get any better, jungkook dragged your legs up to his broad shoulders and he was now face to face with you. you shook your head no repeatedly, something that just provoked him more. his big brown eyes narrowed as he slammed himself into you. “ohhhhh-“ you were so fucking done for. he hit your soft spot repeatedly, abusing your mushy walls with his heavy cock. you tried keeping your whines to a minimum but once jungkook saw a certain someone lurking he wanted to hear more.

jungkook had looked up and made direct eye contact with hyewon, unfaltering eyes burning holes into her skull. he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you and knocking the breath out of you every time. what a dumb bitch was all he could think. did she really expect him not to indulge in her minx of a sister? she trusted him to keep his composure while you were walking around in little to no clothes? pathetic. jungkook kept stroking you mainly because he knew hyewon wouldn’t do a fucking thing. she would sit right there and take it, just how you were taking him. “look princess, got a visitor.”

your head whipped around, seeing your sister trembling. if you were normal this would hurt you just as much, betraying her in such a foul manner. however, you hated her. you’ve hated her ever since you figured you weren’t the only child. you had been ruining her life forever to guarantee she would get the hint and leave the family. that was why you started targeting her boyfriends, if she kept getting them taken then naturally she would stay away. but she didn’t, and now here we were again, you wished you could say you hated to do this, but she needed to learn. after this you were going to guarantee she’d be far from not only you and your parents, but jungkook too.

“hyewonnie!” a squeal sounded from you. jungkook slowed his pace down. “god he’s so good, i’m so fucking glad you found him big sis,” your hands went up and stroked his round cheeks, running your acrylics over his skin. “after he fills me up with some babies we’re gonna get married and have a nice big wedding that you’ll never set foot on.”

blow after blow. you knew how to make her hurt.

“baby…” he panted on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed kisses to the sweet spot before mumbling into your skin. “no need to be so harsh, i think she gets it love.”

“i fucking hate you both. you’re nothing to me, this entire family is nothing to me.” she finally spoke.

“mhmm, right there koo, so fucking deep-“ your eyes rolled back and you tuned her out, focusing only on the sensual way you were being fucked. “want you to cum in me, fill my cunt up baby, make me a mama.” something feral snapped in jungkook. as his speed picked up his kisses became rougher, biting up and down your shoulders and your neck to mark you. hyewon watched as you two shared such an intimate moment, hating herself for wishing she was you.

“cum with me doll.” that was all it took for you to release all over his cock. plop! plop! plop! was all that could be heard once he emptied his balls inside of you. jungkook struggled to catch his breath. once he pulled out you both watched the waterfall of cum drip from your fucked out hole. he took his cock in his hand and with the tip, pushed it all back inside. “can’t let that get away now can we?”

that had sent hyewon over the edge truly. she stomped up the stairs and barged into her room, starting to repack her suitcase early. yet she was trapped. jungkook was her ride here. she could ask your parents but it was such a long drive back to where she lived. she was stuck here with the both of you for two more weeks. how was she supposed to explain this to her friends, her co workers, everyone who thought jungkook would be her final. this was the icing on the cake that made her despise you. any love she had was far gone now. she sobbed and sobbed while listening to yours and jungkooks shared giggles, hearing him run you a shower and talk the night away.

once jungkook was asleep in your bed, you stood in her door way, basking at how much of a wreck she was. she didn’t need to look up to feel your presence. “what now? what y/n? you’ve done enough and after this consider me gone from all of your lives.”

“you’re so dramatic oh god. you’re acting like i didn’t warn you.” you welcomed yourself into her room. “think i might keep him around, i actually like him. thank you sis.” your hands went over your heart.

she backed up farther onto her bed. “stay away from me you evil fuck.”

“hyewonnie, i told you from the moment i saw him, the boy is mine.”

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[chixkencxrry]

Been Callin' Yo Name at My Altar

Summary: You are Smoke and Stack's older sister. You've always protected them. Why would now be any different? Remmick x Reader.

AN: Remmick shows up later in the story.

Warnings: miscarriage, mentions of domestic abuse, swearing. slurs (n-word), mentions of sex, depiction of murder, blood, killing of klansmen. It is tagged Stack x Reader and Smoke x Reader because they’re siblings not because it's romantic. No Incest here. NOT BETAREAD, NOT PROOFED.

I

Cinnamon oil smelled like fire. You pour the smallest amount into the bottle of lotion on your kitchen counter, then add some camomile to ease the burn of it. If not for your mother-in-law's burning gaze, you’d have added arsenic instead.

            When you turn, you meet her mean cat-eyes glaring over her wide fan. Miss Lorna always thought you too little for her son – too beneath her good, educated boy. You were the daughter of sharecroppers and the sister to criminals; and sold tinctures and home remedies to feed your younger siblings back when they were in your care. You were all wrong and too much; ill-fitted and ill-suited.

            Yet, Daniel had loved you. He had cared for you. He was the perfect husband at first. The first year together had been bliss; then his Daddy died and his Mama came to live with you two. Then he got mean. Real mean. All that molasses became sour fruit.

            By then, Elias and Elijah had gone to Chicago and were making a life for themselves. It would’ve been greedy to reach out, to ask them for help. They deserved a life of ease. You – you didn’t what you deserved, if you deserved anything but the burn of a fist against your skin.

            “I’m going down to the shop and pay the staff, gonna check over the bookkeeping.” Daniel announces as he enters the kitchen, smelling of cinnamon and camomile. He smiles at his mother and glances at you. In quick strides, he’s by his mother’s side and kisses her cheek.

            Miss Lorna, the old bitch, preens. Fluttering her lashes like some stupid school girl. “I’m sure there won’t be no error. Miss June is a bright lil girl and I hired her myself. She comes from good stock. Her father was a good man.”

            You go stiff then cork the lotion bottle before tidying up the counter. Daniel probably won’t say anything to you – you counted on it. You turn, taking the bag with his lunch and thermos, putting it on the counter closest to them before going to the furthest part of the kitchen. The house that they’d so proudly displayed was old, probably belonged to some mulatto bastard they’d all crawled out of. The kitchen about as big as the house you’d grown up in. The house for all its beauty and bigness, most of the time felt smaller than that old house. Even with your father’s evil ways and heavy hands, you still had your baby brothers to lift you up. Still had little Sammie that imbued you joy of life. Here you had no one.

            A hand rests on your shoulder, making you gasp in surprise. You look to see Daniel bearing down on you, like a Lord from an elevated throne. The eyes of evil he’d inherited from his mother glaring down at you.

            “Make an extra bowl for me, sweetness.” He says, licking his teeth and kissing your mouth. All slobbering and tongue; like you weren’t apart of the kiss. “I might be there mighty late.”

            You nod and go ahead, knowing it won’t be for him. Knowing Miss June will eat of your hand. You hope she tastes your hatred. You hope she sees what her future might be; trapped, suffocating, dying.

            He takes the bowl and tips his hat; the thundering of his new car rolling off the plot so fast you might have had whiplash if you were looking. Rather, you were looking at the view behind his mother, whose gaze was on you – sticky and thick, like she could read your mind.

            “You gon’ wash me, or I have to shit myself again, girl?” She snarls, spitting on the ground.

            The hibiscus trees sway in the wind. The lemon trees, planted by you in that first year of love, grown tall and bloom bright blossoms. You wonder if you could see Clarksdale from that window, beyond that high green.

            Your day dreaming is stopped by the wet splat of a spit on your front toes. You shiver; rage trembling. Your eyes narrow at her manic expression – you turn, step back and grip the handles of wheelchair. Hearing her giggles; like she won.

            The downstairs bathroom had a large clawfoot tub; golden feet and a luxurious step-in. You wipe her off, rinsing the faeces and piss, before setting her into the warm soapy water. Miss Lorna closes her eyes and relaxes. She would take ten minutes to relax; often ordering you out of the room. Now was no different.

You run upstairs to your own room and wash with warm water. You hurriedly grab the two bags you’d tucked away a fortnight ago; all your papers, the money you saved and stolen from your husband, everything you needed to run. Walking out the house, you could hear Lorna calling for you – but you couldn’t find it in you to give a fuck. That bitch and her son could burn for all you cared. You were getting the fuck out of there and heading to Louisiana; you had been writing Annie, on and off. She had people there who could keep you for a bit, hide you until the tides passed on your pregnancy and you could give the baby to people who could love it right.  

But you had to get home first.

Five miles down the road, at the back of an old barn sits the car you’d bought from your mother’s pawned wedding ring. Mr Miller – the owner of this property kept it for you, keeping it running for the past year.

“Though, I don’t know why you wouldn’t want to show off. Rich as your husband is, he must be proud to have such an industrious wife. Why, coming down here and buying a car for your husband’s birthday is a mighty fine thing to do.”

“All through the grace of God, sir.”

He’s nowhere to be seen when you limp your way to his property. Between the oak trees, you rest your bags so he doesn’t notice, doesn’t assume, and try to be upright and calm. Even if you can hear your heartbeat in your ear. Hands shaking like a hummingbird. The barn doors are open and at the back, beneath dusty tarp, your escape sits. Freedom is iron and gas; freedom is four-seater with and open hatch.

When you set off; you swear you can see Clarksdale and hear the rumble of your brothers in the distance; their unanswered letters burning in your chest. I’m coming, you thought, hoping somehow they could hear, I’m coming home.

***

Shrouded in the dark of midnight, Annie’s home was no less welcoming than it had been six years ago when you left. The car you had taken was in a creek, four miles back, sinking to the base. Your feet sore as you creep close, bags heavy and stomach weighty.

The porch light is lit; its indigo blue beaconing you.

Before you raise your hand to knock; the door swings open and you smile. Annie is as beautiful as you remember her. All shining in the grace of her gift, all regal like a Queen of a distant land.

“They tell you I was coming?” you can’t help but joke, though your voice is out of use from years of silence.

Annie shakes her head, laughs, cries, but reaches for you – holding you tight like you might disappear. Your bags fall and you start crying too; crying for that baby in your stomach, crying for that ache in your heart, crying for everything and nothing at all.

It’s easy to fall back into Clarksdale.

You find yourself in town, in your uncle’s church, tending to your cousins. Sammie was a man now. All youthful and light, with a voice that was magic. You find yourself in Annie’s kitchen. Among her roots and bones, the altars of ancestors.

“You even know who you praying to?” you taunt one night when you’re feeling exceptionally vicious and hateful; when that seed is growing extra big in your belly. The two of you are eating at her little table, candle light got the whole house glowing. “Not like we even know our ancestors.”

Annie cuts her eyes at you; “Praying? That what you think I be doing? I am talking to my ancestors, girl. We communing. It’s a conversation. It’s love here. They ain’t better than me, they guiding me, showing me.”

“How you know it’s them?” something desperate rides your voice.  “How you know who to listen to?”

“You been hearing voices, Sug?” Sug, short for Sugar, cause you were always sweet to them – a nickname that stuck like gum to the back of your soul.

You tilt your head. “All my life. I ain’t crazy. They don’t tell me to strip naked and run into the Mississippi or nothing. But I remember the night I married Daniel – they’d been screaming at me, crying. How you know who to listen to?”

Annie looks at you like she’s only just seeing you. Like this is the first time you ever sat across from her at a table. It unnerves you. You regret saying anything, it was stupid. Hearing your ancestors. Where your ancestors been for the past six years while your husband and his Mama made you they slave? Fuck them dead people.

“Listen to them all at first.” Annie murmurs, dipping her spoon into the soup you’d made. “Take it in and focus. You know who your guide is.”

That was some bullshit. You didn’t tell her that though. “Think I’m going to head out before the week is out. Don’t want him to start looking for me – if he even do.”

“He ain’t looking.” Annie says in a way that’s not unkind, simply honest. It stings. Somehow. You can’t imagine who you aren’t glad. You feel some kind of way that the man you took care of, loved, wouldn’t be looking for you.

He didn’t love you. He loved what you did for him. Loved your power. Your pussy.

You clear your throat. Knocking that voice out; since you left Daniel, the words became clear as a whistle. Like whoever was speaking was right next to you.

Your plan to go to Louisiana doesn’t disappear, you do put it on hold for a bit. Even if you weren’t running from Daniel, you sure as fuck weren’t staying here in Clarksdale. Not with the Klan at every corner, lurking in a way they hadn’t back there. Clarksdale was strangling. The worse haunt of it all was your Daddy. His evil grin. His evil leer. You saw it in the gaze of a shadow, in the glare of a fire.

You see him in your reflection; turning over in you.

You my daughter, after all, ain’t ya?

If Annie sees your turmoil, she’s kind enough not to bring it up. She doesn’t even whisper it. Instead, she shows you her gardens and her notes, tells you what does what, welcomes you into a craft that has ran through her veins before her people made it over the Atlantic. You always considered her your sister anyway. But there’s something concrete in the smoke and mist she shows you, when you tie your first mojo bag – you feel something you hadn’t in years.

Belonging.

It hums under your skin. Honeybees buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, stinging that flesh and filling your blood with sweet venom. Oh, you were home in this. Your hip to her hip, your hands in that dirt, throwing them bones and singing them hymns of protection.

“You ain’t come to church in a while, Sug.” Your uncle says when you drop in one Sunday to visit Sammie. You’re in a nice, white dress that conceals your four-month stomach, with a broad rim hat. The gloves on your hand help you letting the bible slide from your hold.

“I just been taking it easy.”

Your Uncle narrows his eyes. “When your husband coming back for ya? Or you part ways?”

“My husband visited me last weekend. We didn’t get out much. On account of, well, you know.”

He had the nerve to blush. “You should get a room or something. Staying at that den of paganism will send you straight to hell.”

“I’m doing just fine, Unc. Annie don’t make worship the devil, even if I ask nicely.”

“You ain’t ever been funny, girl. Don’t start today.”

“I’ll see you next Sunday, Uncle.” You wave, kissing your teeth as you left the church. Sammie is waiting for you just outside, his guitar on his shoulder. He takes your bible and the two of you walk in silence.

“Daddy pissed you off?”

“We disagreed is all.” Your Uncle did piss you off but it wasn’t your place to sew discontent amongst father and son. Your Uncle was a good man. Better than his brother.

Sammie looks at you and hums. Smarter than his age. “He and I disagree too.”

“Fathers and sons do that.”

“I don’t wanna be a preacher.”

“A preacher is a fine task to take on. It’s honest and solid.”

“It don’t do shit for nobody.”

“Sammie.” You admonish, though a laugh lays on your throat.

Sammie smirks, laughing. “I wanna play. Wanna make music for people’s joys and sadness. Wanna do the blues.”

You don’t say anything at first, opening your mouth to speak but a holler comes out, the loudest thing for miles. The pain searing from your stomach to your core. Streaming down, dampening your nice, white dress – is deep, rushing blood.

You scream and scream and scream.

But that doesn’t stop what’s happening; no God or ancestor could.

II

            The cold, wet cloth glides over your forehead, patting the long gone fever away. This doctor looks at you with pity. He seems like he belongs in one of those hospitals that would spit at your feet if you even tried to get treatment there; you wonder who pays for his visits over the past month since you lost the baby.

            Ain’t it obvious?

            When the doctor leaves, you sit up and sip the tea Annie had brought you hours ago – gone cold now, but no less useful. “Tell Mary she don’t have to pay for that no more. I don’t want her husband knowing she got roots this side. Her Momma done dead, she’ll have to come here soon. Don’t want any trouble.”

            “You know as well as I do, ain’t no telling Mary what to do.”

            You smirk, chuckling. “Ain’t that for fucking sure.”

            Annie sits with you; humming as she stitched the neck shut on a doll.

            “Who getting got?” you tease, eyes on the doll.

            “It ain’t for nobody like that. A gift for a little girl.”

            “I see.” You hum, closing your eyes. “Could use some wool thread for the hair. Make it pretty.”

            “Got some scraps from a red dress I was gon’ add. Think she’ll like it.”

            “What little girl wouldn’t.” you murmur, eyes feeling heavy.

            A knock sounds at the door. Annie had taken to locking it these days, claimed you’d been sleepwalking since they brought you back from the doctor. You weren’t likely to believe it but didn’t say anything. Once Annie got a thought in her head, it was stuck there. Gum on a kite stick. She goes and answers it, her voice kind to the person on the other side. A friend, you decide it must be, not a customer.

            Sammie, a voice rings.

            Through the door of the bedroom, your cousin comes in, guitar in hand.

            “You finished your quarter early, Sammie?” you query, sitting up with a smile. You still saw Sammie as a round-faced baby you’d have on your hip while you sold mixtures in the square. He sits at the foot of the bed and leans back; an agedness upon his young face. Something in you ached at the sight. “How about a song? That one you been working on, sing it for me.”

            “Ain’t you tired of it?” he asks with shy sweetness.

            “Never.”

            He plays and you lean back. Soaking it all in. Listening to the humming around him – the voices of those known and unknown; carrying the tune through every part of you. How lovely it is. How pure. When he finishes, you clap and holler.

            “Look at you, boy! Sound damned good. Lord, you sound better than you do in church. Do you know that?”

            He smiles, then grins. “I know. Been playing a few places.”

            “Hedon.” You tease hands moving to cup your stomach before they fall against the soft flatness. You flinch but try to hide it. Sammie, somehow sees – the boy was far too bright than he let on.

            “Smoke and Stack been writing me.”

            “Oh?” You had written to your brothers once since arriving at Annie’s but they hadn’t responded. “What they say?”

            Sammie looks around; not wanting Annie to hear what he had to say. “They ought to be here in two days time. Opening a juke joint.”

            “Juke Joint, huh?” you murmur.

Lord, not them bad ass boys.

            “I’m gonna be playing the opening night.” He beams.

            “You gon’ do good wherever you go.” You compliment.  

            The two of you chat a bit more about his younger siblings and his father. How your doing, the weather, music and how your brothers coming home might change things. When you doze off, the sun dipping in the distance, Sammie leaves you to slumber.

            In your dreams – green eyes taunt you, a river of blood drowns you and a baby cries. You awake in pitch black, Annie’s back to you as she snores peacefully. A piss holds you and you groan as you crawl over her. You grab your coat and slip on the first slippers you find, and head to the outhouse.

            The crickets are creaking something ugly and the mosquitos whine in your ears. But the night breeze is cool and refreshing, batting fiercely against your skin. Lulling you.

            When finished, you don’t feel the urge to get back in right away. Instead, you walk between the tall trees, feet beating on a desire path until you meet a log bathed in moonlight; waiting for you. Sitting on it, you hold yourself close and bow your head.

            Tears stream down your face, a faucet running and your sobs echo in this private space. You hadn’t even wanted the baby, half-Daniel, a quarter Lorna, a quarter your Daddy – you couldn’t predict it. But you reasoned, it could have been a bit of you, Elias, Elijah or Sammie. It could have been good, despite all that. And now, you’d never know.

            Better gone than to take the risk.

            “Fuck off!” you shout, snout running down your nose. You wipe it off and holler, pressing your face into your knees as the tears rock you. Who were they to tell you how to break?

            “You doin’ okay, little lady?” a drawling voice calls from the darkness.

            Your head snaps up and you wipe you face hurriedly, standing with your hands balled into fists – ready to face whoever was out there. Through the thicket, a tall white man emerges, a banjo on his back as he smiles at you. You jolt, hands in front of you. Fuck, had you walked so far into Klan land?

            “I…I don’t want any trouble, sir. I’ll be heading off now.” You say, eyes low but still able to watch him – and behind, in case he had any friends keen on surprising you. You take a step back, trembling with fear.

            “Not looking for any, Miss. Just heard you crying and wanted to see that you was alright.”

            “I’m alright.” You assure, stepping back further.

            “My name’s Remmick. And you, Miss?”

            “I’m Sug.” There was no way you’d be giving this man your actual name.

            “Sug. Suga’.” He rolls the nickname over his tongue like he was tasting something, his face utterly pleased by the sound of it. “Ain’t that sweet. What got you crying?”

            “None for you to worry about.”

            “I don’t plan on worrying. Just wanna hear your voice some more.”

            You stumble but right yourself. Was this man flirting with you? Though scared, you answer, the words tumbling out fast. Looking back; you’ll blame the moonlight, the tears, and maybe even that look he’s fixing you with. Like you was something special. “Lost my baby a month back. Feel like a failure of a woman. For losing it and not wanting it to start with.”

            “Well, I’m sorry for your loss.” His voice is low, sympathetic. Remmick takes a step closer to you; his eyes lock you in place and you can’t move. “Makes you feel all kinds of sad and confused, don’t it? Little bit angry too.”

            You blink. “A little bit.”

            “Sit with me?”

            “I-I think its better I leave. You have a good night.” You say, turning through the path you came, and running. Through the voices in your head, whispering danger, your hear his own, sympathetic, seductive, and sinful.

Worse is the desire deep within your belly.

            They give him a name; a category – a specie. This, they don’t whisper, this they shout. You go straight for Annie’s notes in the morning and make a plan.

***

            Sammie thinks it will be a nice surprise for the twins, if when they pick him up from church, they see you too. You tell him it’s a stupid idea but you go with him regardless. A scratching part of your soul aching wants you to be there; to see these boys turn men.

            You wait at the turn of the door; watching them hug and greet each other. Looking on like some creeper at your family. You tremble when you get to the door, Stack sees you first – cool dripping away to a grin, then Smoke, a smile, small and secret. They look like their fighting the urge to curse you out and lift you up. Luckily, the church prevents the former.

            “Don’t you look pretty, Sug.” Stack starts, coming up those steps and hugging you tight. You kiss his cheek and rub his face; boyish and mischievous.

Smoke comes after, hugging you and kissing your cheek. “You look good, sis. Healthy. Happy. That husband of yours let go?”

You stiffen. “We got some catching up to do, Elijah.”

Elijah still acts like the world is on his shoulders. Still carrying more than he ought to. Back bent beneath the weigh of his own expectations. You kiss his other cheek and hold him tight. “Daniel was more like Daddy than I thought.”

He looks at you, really looks at you before he turns his gaze and curses. Elias swears louder, his face an ugly turn of rage. “We gon’ set you right. You hear me?”

“I’m gon’ see you tonight. See y’all tonight. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” You squeeze their hands. “I’m gon’ head into town and get some things then head back to Annie’s.”

“You staying at Annie’s?” Elias asks with a grin.

Elijah rolls his eyes. “Give me yo list, I can take you to Annie’s. No trouble.”

            “Of course, it ain’t no trouble. Ah hope you take a long walk befo’ you see yo’ lil bro sin—oh nigga, you ain’t had to hit me that hard!”

            You smirk, taking a pen and notebook from your bag to write the list of herbs you could only get from one of the Chinese grocers. Bo would probably have everything, he knew what you liked to add to your bags.

            “The fuck is a gotu kola?” Elijah mutters, strolling back to the car. Elias hops in the back, while Elijah helps you into the front seat. The Mississippi day is humid, but the drive cools you. You listen to their conversation faintly but mostly find yourself dozing off. When the car stops, Elijah taps your shoulder, but you hear – through your sleepy haze – your other brother’s voice warning him off of waking you up.

            It doesn’t work though, you sleep only for a moment before Elijah is back again.

            He takes you to a truck, filled to the brim with no doubt bootleg gears and alcohol. You say nothing. You had failed as his protector, so what right did you have to ask him where these things came from. Death lingers all over him, all around Elias too. It was worse than when they left; this was deeper. If they were swimming in a pond before, now they were diving in a river wider and fiercer than the Mississippi. Your brothers are drenched in darkness and it was your fault; you had failed them.

            “Did he beat you?”

            “Not at first. Started when his Mama moved in with us. He got real mean then. Got meaner when he started fucking his staff.”

            “Want me and Stack to take care of him?”

            “You boys don’t gotta. I left. I’m free.”

            “There’s that word.” Elijah mutters. “How come you ain’t write us back?”

            “Didn’t want y’all to worry. It was my burden.”

            “That’s stupid as hell. We family. All them years you took care of us. Took beatings for me. It was our job to look over you. I thought you forgotten us. Thought you was in that big house, happy as can be.”

            “Good.” You say, narrowing your eyes against the glare of the sun. “That’s how it supposed to be. Y’all were mine to care for.”

            “Yeah, well we grown now. ‘Bout time we took care of you.”

            You laugh, patting his hand. “Ain’t no need. I just need y’all safe and alive. No more of this dirt.”

            “Can’t say. We knee-deep. We got roots in this.”

            “I been planting a lot. I can replant ya. Big sister is here now.”

            Elijah shakes his head. Not believing you, but you were earnest. You spoke this promise to the ancestors, to the past and future. You’d do anything to ensure that. You had failed them once; it would not happen again. This, you put your soul on, this, you put everything on.

            Be careful what you promise, girl.

***

            When Elijah places the white flowers at the grave of his child, he pauses at the one beside her, looking back at you with question. You frown, keeping tears back. “Lost her a few months in, weeks back. Wasn’t meant to be.”

            He nods. “I’m sorry…we…I’m sorry, Sug.”

            “Don’t worry ‘bout that.” You say, looking back at the house then him. “Go see your lady. I’m gon’ take a swim and pick some herbs. I’ll be there tonight. Remember to keep one of those Irish beers for your big sister.”

            Elijah gives you one last look before entering the house, nodding before he disappears. You stand there for a moment; staring at it in the sunlight, the glow of the day surrounding it like something divine. When you turn your back, a shiver runs down your spine. Some unknown feeling of dread that you pushed down for nerves. You pause before heading to the creek, making a turn for the truck. In the crevice, a second gun was tucked. You took it with you, tucking it into your skirt.

            Gathering all the herbs you want take much longer than you’d like, the ones in Annie’s garden are easy to find and put aside. The ones amongst the forest take longer. The ancestor guide you though; when you almost pick a poison fungus you hear a chorus of shouts asking you if you were stupid. You cussed them right back, because hello, this was your head. Fuckers.

            You empty the gun and fill it with your own bullets you’d haphazardly made. Though, they need not have looked pretty – you’d melted down all the jewellery Daniel had ever given you to make them after all. You would give it to Smoke as a gift when this was all over with.

            It was twilight by the time you got to the creek. Three tone dying sky across the horizon; orange bleeding to purple, purple bleeding the black. You’d have to be quick to make it back to help the boys.

            The creek was a few miles back, deep in the forest. No one really came down here this time of the day, you were confident you would have it to yourself. Between two sycamore trees, a hammock was slung. You dust the leaves off and begin to remove your clothes. The mojo bag Annie made for you swinging on your chest.

            You had just stepped out of your underwear when you hear a familiar drawl.

            “Should’ve known you’d come back to this shithole town.”

            “Daniel.” You curse, feeling the gun beneath your folded clothes. You turn and see him standing beneath a cypress, his eyes ringed with darkness. Daniel was more worn than you’d ever seen him; looking horrid in the daylight. A man haunted. His fancy shoes were dusty and crunched on a twig as he got closer.

            “Beautiful as ever, sweetness,” he sugars in the air, a smile on his handsome face.

            You step back, gun behind your back as you backed into the creek. He couldn’t swim but you knew how patient he was; particularly when he wished to be cruel. Daniel would wait.

            “What are you doing here, Daniel?” you croak.       

            “Does a man need a reason to see his wife?” he scoffs. “I came to take you home, sweetness. Your Uncle, he wrote me, told me how you lost the baby. Told me how you said I was letting you come here to give birth and heal. Never took you for a liar, sweetness. Stupid – but never a liar.”

            “He should’ve minded his business.”

            “You my business. Running off like that, leaving Mama to almost drown in that tub! But I can forgive you. I can find it in me to forgive you – if you come home, now.” He steps closer, long legs closing the gap fast but you draw the gun faster – his eyes widen as he stares at you, shocked.

            You point the gun at his foot and fire.

            “Fuck!” Daniel swears, falling back against the trunk of a tree; eyes burning into you. “You fucking bitch!”

            “Why the fuck are you here? Don’t give me no bullshit about forgiving me you evil motherfucker.”

            Daniel clutches his foot, looking up at you with so much hatred, five months ago you would have pissed yourself in fear. Instead you bare your teeth and fire off another shoot, right by his head. “Shit! Fuck! You crazy bitch. Damn, I just – June can’t have kids. Then I read one of them letters, if you could get one baby, I figured you could give me another.”

            Disgust fills you. “Oh you are a sick motherfucker you know that.”

            “You loved me though. Took all my shit and still sucked my dick.”

            “I was terrified! I was so afraid you’d hurt me, you and that evil mother of yours! Twin demons.” You holler, shaking your head, you huff – pointing the gun at his head and firing a shoot between those eyes that had been haunting you for weeks. Now, he was lifeless at your feet. You throw your head back; mouth open as the howls of your ancestors echo, their individual cadences and songs spilling as they rejoiced in his death.

            “Now, ain’t this something.”

            You jolt, tripping over Daniel’s limp leg. Smiling, at the edge of the creek was Remmick. His gaze holding none of the false humanity of before; now, his eyes were that of feral creature. In the dark, he grins a row of white. This man has the look of hunger and you doubt that it has anything to do with your nakedness.

            He folds his arms and taps a finger on his mouth. “Did you do this, Miss?”

            “Step back, I don’t know what the fuck you are but you ain’t right.” You say gripping the gun and crawling back. “You gon’ get the fuck away from me.”

            Remmick sniffs the air and in a moment, the drawl is dropped for something older, more natural on his wicked tongue. “Is that vervain? Oh, little lass been doing her research.”

            “Yeah motherfucker, and garlic.” You murmur then taps the gun at the side of your head. “Got something in the chamber too.”

            “But you ain’t here to kill me. Are ya?”

            A silence drawls out between them. He looks pleased with himself. You want to aim for his chest. “I figure you must want something from me. Else you’d have killed me that night.”

            “Smart and pretty, aren’t ya lass?”

            “I want a deal.” You broker, holding up your mojo bag. “You gotta tell me what you want first.”

            “That’s easy.” He leans in. “I want you. I want your stories, I want those voices in your head. And I’ll give you my stories. My histories. We gonna be help to each other – robbed to robbed, taken to taken. We share a mutual devil.”

            “I’m staring at a devil – ain’t I?”

He hums. “Ain’t you killed one today? Ain’t one trying to kill your brothers in the morning – burn it all down. I’m sure one of your voice told ya that, lass. I can be the familiar devil. Your devil.”

“Get in the water.” You say, gun pointed.

He puts his hands up. You feel like he’s humouring you rather than taking your threat seriously. “Let a man undress first, can ‘e?”

“You can’t run. You hear me? I got vervain all around here and I been chanting since you came out. We’re stuck together till we see this through.”

“Lass,” he laughs, naked in a second. “That’s a treat.”

You flutter your gaze up and in the moment it takes you to look down again, he’s in the creek, doing backstroke amongst the herbs and mojo bags you’d tossed in. Your hand trembles but you step in, mojo bag still on your chest.

“Remmick,” you say his name and he stops, staring. Then he says yours. Your proper, actual name. You ought not be surprised he knows it – being a demon and all, vampire. “We enter a bargain to become companions and not Childe and Sire.”

He repeats, eyes on your own.

“That I will share my gift with you without prejudice.”

He repeats, standing now in the water, thighs touching your own. The gun is tightly squeezed between the two of you. “You, in turn, will slaughter the Klan for miles to come. You will leave all that I share blood with, all I care for – you will leave them alone.”

Remmick smiles; broad and full of sharp promise. Then he bows his head and kisses you, not like Daniel had, greedy and selfish. Remmick tastes your lips and mouth, cleans it out and finds home, he pulls back and you follow, kissing him too.

Sealing the deal. Selling your soul for the salvation of those you loved.

“I want to see them once before you kill me.” You say, feeling his tongue graze your neck. He kisses the skin, lips pillow soft until he meets your mouth again.

“Done.”

“I bind thee to this fate then. To keep this promise or perish under the morning star.”

Then he kisses you again, the gun limp in your hand as you wrap yourself around him and let him taste you. Remmick divides your legs nestling his hips between your thighs. You feel his hand go to your button, dipping into your centre to stroke fire there.

When you scream this time, its all you. All desire.

III

You hear the music before you see the joint.

It ain’t Sammie singing, but probably Delta Slim. You feel the life, the people pouring out at you, the bubbling echoes of your people crying to be apart of it. But you hadn’t the time. You had to see your brothers before you died.

“You can see them again, ya know.” Remmick whispers upon your neck. His hands rubbing the front of your dress, cupping your breasts with the impatience of a starved man. “All it takes is some control. Hell, you might want them to share in this – eternity.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you say without bite, trying not to enjoy the way his hands feel over the satin of the crimson dress. How your body was bare beneath and pressing against his own; his imprint a recent memory. “And don’t pop up until I say good-bye.”

“A deal is a deal, lass.” He says, nipping at your neck.

Cornbread dips his hat to you and smiles as you enters, “Twins been looking for ya Sug.”

“I see the party already started.” You tease, smiling. Taking a step in. Pride swells inside of your chest – look at what your boys had done. Tears prickle your eyes. “I’m gon’ go looking for them.”

As luck would have it you don’t have to look far. Above the crowd, you see the twins. Making your way through the crowd, you see Sammie dancing with Miss Pearline – a married woman, if you recall correctly – you’re tempted to scold but stop yourself. It ain’t your business, you decide.

Let the boy have some fun.

Annie is dealing with customers, smiling at them as they hand her wooden coins. You go straight to her and wait until she’s finished before you order. “Give me some of that Italian wine.”

“No Irish beer?” she asks.

“Nah, I don’t think I have the taste for it.”

When she places the drink in front of you, you stop her from turning away. “This should cover it.”

Annie looks down at where your hands meet and her mouth drops. “This is solid gold – where did you get this from?”

“It’s gon’ be enough to help for a few months. Good money.”

Annie holds it. “Old money. Real old and bloody.”

“You let me worry about that.”

“Where you get this from?”

“That ain’t nobody problem but mine. You hear me?” You warn with the sternness of age; Annie may be older than you in Hoodoo but she would respect you as her elder even if it was just five years.

Annie shakes her head. “You leaving again, aren’t you?”

“I left a letter on your bed. Some gifts at the foot of the stove.” You say low, leaning so no one else would hear. “I love you, girl. You my sister. You make my brother lots of babies – okay?”

She nods turning her face. You take it as a gift and turn away too, before you start crying. You slither through the crowd until you meet the twins, alone and arguing amongst each other. You clear your throat and Elias gives you a big smile, kissing your cheek and hugging you tight. “You looking good, Sug. How you like our place?”

“It’s amazing, Elias.” You squeeze his hand and kiss his fingers. You look at Elijah. “But I ain’t here to stay.”

“And why the hell not?”

“You fellas know you bought this from the klan?”

“That pot-bellied motherfucker. Yeah, we know.”

“Did you know he was coming back here to kill y’all? It what he does. Sells this to niggas then comes back to kill them then sell it again.”

It was Elijah who curses this time. “Motherfucker!”

You let go of Elias’ hand next and dig into your bosom. Taking two little bags out. “I’m taking care of it, though.”

“What you gon’ do?” Elias teases.

“Put a mojo bag on ‘em?” Elijah taunts.

You roll your eyes. “Put them on. Elijah, I know you have Annie’s but this…is an addition.”

“Whatever you say.” Elijah murmurs. He was always the more obedient.

Elias rolls his eyes and ties it too.

“I’m leaving.” You say and the boys pause.

“Going where?” Elijah says at the same time Elias says. “The hell you not.”

“I killed Daniel this afternoon. His people gonna look for him.” You lie. “I’ll write you boys and you better answer.”

Elias kisses your cheek and Elijah the other. “We just got you back and now you leaving us again.”

“Y’all got your ladies. Don’t need me no more.” You murmur. Tears falling free now. “I love y’all. Wish I had protected you more. Wish I had done a better job of keeping Daddy off ya.”

“Nah,” Elijah says, hugging you. “You did the best. You kept us alive.”

“Alive ain’t it. Living needs more than that.” You say. “I left some gifts at Annie’s for y’all and Mary.”

“Shit. You acting like you ain’t coming back.” Elias says, gripping you tighter.

A familiar song comes from below. You close your eyes and sway; Sammie’s playing that song now. And it’s sounding mighty pretty. You take both of theirs, and sway. “C’mon, dance with ya sister like when we was chil’ren.”

 As Sammie plays, you hold your boys and dance, and sway. Moving to the music and feeling young and old at the same time. Knowing this was the last time you’d hold them like this, smell them, feel them. Your heart broke from it all. From the loveliness of holding them – one – last – time.

When you leave, you see Sammie and plant a hug on him, making him promise to go to Chicago and to name a song after you. He looks at you, his big cousin, like you hung the moon as you disappear into the night.

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            It’s almost dawn by the time you’ve slaughtered the last Klansman. The gun in your hand – stolen from the first set you’d killed, hung as you stare down at the bloated body of the one who’d planned to kill your brothers. Grand Dragon. He didn’t look very grand beneath your slipper, choking on his own blood.

            “Don’t it feel good, powerful?”

            You turn to Remmick, eyes the colour of your dress as his gaze lingers all over you. “Will it hurt when you make me one of you?”

            “It will. Briefly.”

            “Will it be quick?”

            “No.”

            “Can you make me forget it? Make me feel good, like you did last night?”

            “Oh, darling. I plan to.”

[multicohn]

summary: y/n never paid much attention to her brother’s career until he gets a new teammate

warnings: cursing, not a warning but but reader is older than isack ( age is never mentioned though )

pairing: hadjar! reader x yuki tsunoda

genre: smau, fluff

face claim: no one in particular

author note: happy late birthday to yuki <3 i’ve been away from laptop which is why it’s late

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user: isack in the first pic 😭

isackhadjar: what does that mean

| youruser: i’m finally around older drivers 😍

| olliebearman: 🤨

| kimi.antonelli: 🤔

| youruser: ugh i forgot about you two

| olliebearman: 😨

| kimi.antonelli: 😢

| youruser: stop.

| isackhadjar: ritomo is older?

| youruser: ritomo is married.

| isackhadjar: i forgot

| youruser: 🤦‍♀️

user: LMAO NO THE BOY AQUARIUM

user: finally going to be around older driver 🤣

| youruser: it was really me, ritomo, juan against them 😪

| juanmanuel: you are not as old as us be so fr rn 😭

| youruser: this is why i got along with tomo better.

| ritomomiyata: 😁

pepemartiofficial: y/n i miss you

| pepemartiofficial: i don’t have anyone to make fun of people with anymore.

| youruser: I’m sure arvid would be very happy to make fun of others

| arvid.linblad: i would!

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user: you’re so real for this

user: wait you’re onto something here…

user: I TOLD YOU THAT HE WAS FINE

| youruser: forgive me 🙏

| user: homework answers?

| youruser: … what homework

| user: GIRL-

isackhadjar: 🤨

| youruser: im just a girl ✨

| isackhadjar: no

| youruser: IM OLDER THAN YOU

| isackhadjar: i dont care no

| youruser: DUDE

pepemartiofficial: i believe in you y/n

| youruser: not sure about what but thank you pepe

| pepemartiofficial: 😏

| pepemartiofficial: are yoy coming to melbourne?

| youruser: no, good luck though

| pepemartiofficial: :(

| youruser: ill see u in bahrain

| pepemartiofficial: :)

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youruser: i may make fun of and act like i hate him constantly, but isack will forever be my baby brother and i love him with my entire heart. he will bounce back from this and shove all the hate right up everyone’s ungrateful ass.

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youruser: as his sister. i have a right and duty to make fun of him, not anyone else. i will kick your ass and knock your teeth out if you do.

| user: you’re so real for this - an older sister

| user: as younger sister, i also agree. no one can hurt my siblings but me

| user: same goes for us brothers

user: yeah! keep your head up isack!

user: rookies will make mistakes. it was just a small error

visacashapprb: we love a good sibling bond 🫶

user: LITTLE ISACK OMG 😭😭

user: "HES JUST A KID" ( were the same age )

user: LMAO I LOVE HIS SISYER

user: this is a real sibling relationship. fighting each other daily, but standing up for them when needed.

user: should be replaced

| youruser: i’m going to jump you.

isackhadjar: thanks sis ❤️

| youruser: i love you ( don’t let this get to your head )

| isackhadjar: there she is.

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user: NO PUT IT BACK UP

user: me

user: you and hattie should meet

user: i love when famous peoples siblings forget that theyre also famous

| youruser: i’m not famous though.

| user: still

isackhadjar: omg 🤦‍♂️

| youruser: 🖕

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user: LMAO ISAXCK IN THE LAST PIC

user: the food 🤤🤤

user: so pretty 🤩😍

user: how was it?

| youruser: unreal! i didnt want to leave

user: well that one off your bucket list 🤣

| youruser: one out of like fifty 🤦‍♀️

isackhadjar: out of all the pictures you took of me...

| youruser: 💙

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user: feeding us with new isack meme content

| youruser: its my duty as his sister

| isackhadajr: go back to being private

| youruser: no

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user: who is this?

user: did you win?

| youruser: yes, dont ask isack though.

user: is that yuki? it looks like his eye shape

user: do you have a boyfriend?

pepemartiofficial: 🤔

| youruser: shush

| pepemartiofficial: 😦

isackhadjar: 😒

| youruser: be quiet

| isackhadjar: 🖕

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isackhadjar: im going to tell our parents to keep you home

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user: soft launch?

user: PEPE 🗣🗣🗣

user: i love how she included pepe

pepemartiofficial: big sis!

| youruser: why cant isack be like you

| isackhadjar: die

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user: WHAR

user: I CALLED IT

| user: GIRL HOW TF

| user: she uploaded a story and i instantly recongised his eye shape

| user: thats insane

user: this is like a fanfic come to life.

pepemartiofficial: HEALL YEAH

| isackhadjar: PEPE NO

user: just fell to my knees

isackhadjar: hate this

| youruser: too bad 🖕

ritomomiyata: this is good!

| youruser: omg yes

user: okay but i actually kinda love this

user: keeping it within the redbull family ig lol

gabrielbortoleto: lol not you getting a bf before isack gets a gf 🤣🫵🫵

| isackhadjar: bold for someone is a sauber.

| isackhadjar: yeah who’s laughing now.

yukitsunoda0511: finally ❤️

| youruser: will be waiting to see myself in your next dump

| yukitsunoda0511: you will have your own

| youruser: 😳👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

| yukitsunoda0511: 🙊😘

| isackhadjar: 😦🤢

[leriexoxo]

STOLEN TOUCHES

Pairing: Jisung x afab! Reader (college au)

Tags: smut, 18+ mdni, unprotected sex, breeding, alcohol, cheating, p in v, oral (f receiving), best friends brother, noona kink.

Word count: 5k+ words

Summary: Jisung had been in love with his best friends older sister for as long as he could remember, unfortunately she never saw him as anything more than her brothers friend, until that night at a frat party.

This work contains mature themes, Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

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You lived in a neighborhood close your college with your brother Felix, who had a group of friends that he had stuck with ever since 3rd grade; Chan, Leeknow, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin. You saw them around so much so that the presence of two or more in your house everyday was a constant.

As Felix’s older sister, you naturally were very protective of him and you subconsciously mothered him alot, which inevitably extended to a few of his friends who were the same age as him or younger; Jisung, Seungmin, Hyunjin and Innie, those were the few ones who practically lived at your house. There wasn’t so much of an age gap between you and your brother, you gave him only three years making you his oldest friend, Chan’s age.

That evening, your girlfriends had invited you to the biggest frat party happening on campus and you were reluctant about going, but you had not seen your boyfriend San for a few days and he had promised to take you out that weekend. You picked up your phone and shot him a quick text

You: Baby, where are you right now?

10 minutes later, his typing bubble popped up, disappeared and then popped up again. Huh.

San: At my friends studio… whats up?

You: Jihyo told me about the party at Kappa house tonight, are you gonna be there? I wanna go with you babe.

San: Oh no no! Kappa? I’m not going

You: Why?

San: I’m a bit tied up at the studio, I cant make it back to campus today. You’re not going right?

You: Well i wanted to go with you, otherwise ill go with the girls.

His bubble showed him typing again for a while before disappearing. What?

San: I dont want you to go babe, there’s gonna be a lot of dudes there and i can’t protect you.

You: Sweet of you baby, but i dont need protection, i’ll be fine

San: Just listen to me babe? Get your girls to do a movie night or something 🥺 i don’t want you to go without me, please?

Why was San acting weird? It wasn’t a big deal for you to go to the party if he wasnt coming, you had attended several parties without him before. You frowned at your screen, not entirely enjoying being told what to do. Another message popped up on your screen, one from the girl’s groupchat.

Jihyo: y/n are you gonna be ready in 10 minutes?? I’m already on the way to yours

You looked at the message, then back at your outfit you already laid you and thought fuck it.

You: I have not even showered as we speak so i know damn well i wont be ready in 10 😂

Jihyo: Girl i’m leaving you tf 😂 you can be your own ride!

You: Okay ill catch up with y’all at the party!

You put your phone down and started to get ready, taking your time since you were gonna be the one taking yourself to the party, faintly in the background muffled by the sound of the shower, you heard a door slam somewhere in the house and voices start to fill out, you guessed Felix was home with his friends.

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Life’s a fucking bitch

That’s what you thought as you angrily stomped down the crowded frat staircase, away from the fucking spectacle you had just witnessed in one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

He was fucking some other bitch! He said he wasnt coming to the party but you opened the door and found your boyfriend ramming his stupid dick is some other bitches ass?! You were furious! He said he was going to be holed up at the fucking studio!! He lied?!

He didn’t even notice you, too far gone and lost in cheating, he didn’t hear you yell “WHAT THE FUCK SAN?!” over the blaring music. He didnt notice you storm out in tears either.

You grabbed the first solo cup you saw on the nearest table and threw back the contents, it tasted like shit but it burned your throat and that was exactly what you needed, your mind begging to forget, you found another half empty tequila bottle and tipped it back, ready to get yourself shitfaced and let the future you deal with the aftermath.

You had been dating San for the past 8 months, it wasn’t like you had the best relationship, he was constantly flirting with girls in his faculty, he always partied without you and lied alot and to top it off, your brother and his friends absolutely hated him but you still stubbornly ignored all the red flags and stayed with San, not ever entirely believing all the cheating rumors you heard cos you trusted him, that is until a few minutes ago. Now you felt angry and numb and you wanted to hurt him back.

On the other end of the crowded room, Jisung was hanging back against the frat wall beside Hyunjin and Minho, the party was in full swing and more than half the gang was already shitfaced or on the dancefloor, but as the designated drivers, himself and Minho stuck to drinking energy drinks and soda, while Hyunjin was sipping on whatever mixture he had in his solo cup chattering excitedly about the girl who just gave him her number, he tuned them out when he noticed you angrily stomp down the stairs, knocking peoples cups over and earning a series of “what the fucks” in your wake.

Curiously, his eyes followed you as you grabbed a cup and chugged its contents, He frowned, automatically wanting to go to you but stopping himself from pushing off the wall and making his way over, he was pretty sure that cup wasn’t yours and that was not very much a y/n thing to do.

Jisung wanted to go and stop you when you picked up an open tequila bottle but he knew that It wasn’t his place to do that, he hadnt even expected to see you at the same frat party, earlier when he drove to your house to pick up Felix and the guys, he hadnt seen your car in the driveway and assumed you were off somewhere else.

Jisung had secretly harbored a crush on you for a while now, he loved everything about you, often catching himself staring at you when he was over at Felix’s, the only other person who knew how he really felt about you was Minho and that was only because nothing ever skipped him. Now watching you cleary angry and about to make alot of bad decisions, Minho nudged him with an elbow.

“Shouldn’t you go check on Noona?” He said nodding towards your direction, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Do i have to-“ Jisung started to pretend as if he didn’t actually want to go to you already, but immediately stopped in his tracks when he saw some weirdo sidle up behind you. “Okay scratch that, I’ll be right back”

He dropped his cup on the closest chair and started making his way over to you, ignoring Minho’s annoying laughter.

You were swaying your head to the loud music, hands in the hair and the contents of the bottle in your hand sloshing over, the alcohol hit you fast as you were never really much of a drinker but atleast it had you where you wanted right now. In your hazy state you felt a hand come around your waist from behind. Unfamiliar hands. You felt like you were going to throw up.

“Go awayyy” you said, words slurring as your head spun. You pushed the hands away from you, turning your back once again and taking another swig of the tequila.

“Y/n! Noona”

Your head snapped up when you heard your name, squinting to try to make out the face of the otherwise familiar voice that called you, you looked ahead of you into the large body of people melted together in a sea of sweat, smoke and neon lights.

Jisung.

Your brain hissed the name of your little brothers best friend, as he appeared in your line of sight. Through the undulating bodies, strobing multicolored lights and pulse of the speakers.

“Sungie?” You ask, squinting up at him as he got closer to where you stood.

“Are you okay Noona? I think you’ve drank enough of that” He said, gently taking the bottle away from you which caused you to whine in protest.

“Nooooo! I was drinking that” You made grabby hands at it but he lifted the bottle above his head and out of your reach.

“What are you even doing here?” You asked again in a pout, subconsciously leaning into him for support.

“I’m here with Felix and the guys, we didn’t know you were coming to this party too” he said, gently placing his free hand at your back and steering you away from the center of the dancefloor.

“Oh? I was supposed to be here with my stupid boyfriend” *hiccup* “but he lied and said he wouldn’t come here!” You complained, words slurring at how tipsy you had become.

Han raised an eyebrow at the information, turning to scan the crowd for Choi San, your music major boyfriend who he absolutely despised. He couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Where’s he then?”

Annoyed, you pushed away from him to glare as if Jisung was the cause of your problems, “i just walked in on him cheating on me upstairs”

Jisung stopped in his tracks, staring at you wondering if he heard you wrong “what?”

“He’s up there fucking some other bitch Sungie! And he didn’t even notice me walk in.. *hiccup* I hate him!” You yelled, eyes welling up with tears for the second time that night.

Jisung saw red. He clenched his fists and glared up at the stairs, torn between taking care of you and going to find San to rip his head off.

“I think i’m going to thr-“ you words got cut short as you hunched over and emptied the contents of your stomach right there in the corner of the room, all over the floor and on yourself.

“Oh shit! Are you okay noona?!” Jisung asked for the third time that night, his eyebrows rose up in shock and he tried to hold you but it was too late.

“I feel sick..” you muttered

“Lets get you cleaned up”

He pulled off his jacket and threw over your shoulder and basically carried you into the nearest free room he could get to. Once in, he set you down on your feet by the bathroom door and held it open for you.

“Can you clean yourself up? Or do i need to get your friends? Are they here? Do you need help?” Jisung rambled, unsure what to do.

You grimaced, looking down at yourself and instantly starting to regret drinking so much so fast, you fingered at the edge of your soiled crop top, wanting to peel it off but too weak to actually make the move, you barely registered Jisungs panic mode beside you.

“Off… want it off” you whined

“You want me to… do it myself?” He stuttered

“I want it offff” you started to throw a small tantrum, palming at the shirt and soiling your hands even more.

“Shit okay okay I’ll help you”

He hesitantly pinched the clean part of the top and helped you peel it off over your head, all the while he kept his head firmly facing away from you in order to provide privacy.

He heard you struggle some more before letting out a sad whine sounding almost like you were about to cry.

“Sungie it’s so hot…,” you murmur, tugging at your jeans buckle. "Can you take off my jeans…?". You look at him with puppy dog eyes.

He audibly sucks in a breath, ears turning bright red at the thought of having to see you in any state of undress, he sighs and turns around to help you.

"Fine, I'll help you take them off Noona" He gingerly reaches towards your fly to pop the button, all the while keeping his eyes trained on his hand and not letting them wander.

In his peripheral vision though he realized that you were completely bare under the shirt you had tossed, Jisung gulped hard, his brain short circuiting for a moment before you sighed in relief as you took over undressing and started to peel off your jeans while you staggered into the bathroom and closed the door.

Jisung stood frozen in his spot, the image of you full perky breasts burning into his memory. Heat and blood rushed to his cock immediately filling him out. He knew he had to get the fuck out of that room and fast. But leaving you there in that state would mean letting anyone come in to take advantage of you and that was even worse.

The sounds of the shower turning on and a little ruckus from you struggling to get clean in your tipsy state came through the bathroom door, Jisung gulped hard, his imagination was running wild, there was literally only a door separating him from your naked form in the bathroom, he could already imagine the water cascading down your soft skin and God those fucking tits? He groaned dragging his palm over his face, he was so down bad for his best friend’s sister and there was nothing he could do about it.

He knew he absolutely had no chance for several reasons, the most being that you never looked at him that way, except as your little brother’s best friend who you babied alot, another reason being that Felix would absolutely kill him if he ever knew he thought about his sister like that.

The water stopped running and Jisung stood alert, not knowing what to do with himself as he heard you finish.

“Sungie?” You called.

“I’m here…?” he called back, almost like a question than an answer.

You gingerly opened the door a little and poked your head out to him.

“I dont have a shirt” you said in a small voice, you were already feeling a little better after you threw up and washed yourself, but the pain and anger from earlier still lingered. You were a bit more sober than before with just an underlying buzz.

His eyerows immediately shot up, completely disappearing under his bangs, he rushed to pull off his own shirt to offer to you without really thinking. “Oh right! Sorry you can put this on!” He said, stretching a very toned and musclar arm towards you.

Your eyes locked onto his body. Wow.

You hadn’t seen him shirtless for years now and you had heard in passing that one of Felix’s friends had gotten tattoos but you never really bothered to know who it was or what they got, so the markings of ink on your little brother’s best friend’s body was not something you expected to see.

He had a compass on his right pec, along with a gothic text saying BLESSED, and some smaller sentences underneath it that you could not quite make out. You let your eyes roam even further, checking out his very tight and toned body, he wasn’t as big as San but damn was he fine!

Without really meaning to, you took a step closer to get a better look at the writing on Jisung’s tattoo, in the process letting go of the door you hid behind. He instantly turned red, eyes nearly popping out of its socket when he saw your naked tits for the second time that night.

“Your tattoos,” you reached for his chest, tracing your fingernail along the smaller writing, which in turn caused Jisung to shudder under your touch. “What do they mean?”

Completely stupefied, His mouth hung open his words failing him. “Wh-what?”

You took another step closer, stepping completely into his space still blissfully unaware that you were flashing him as you had nothing but your panties on, Jisung wanted desperately to look away, to respect you but he was having a hard time taking his eyes off your beautiful body. The way your full perky breasts danced with each breath and movement, he watched as you stared in awe at his own body, not even bothering to hide your approval, your palm laid flat over the BLESSED ink and your other hand came up to touch him too like you were examining an expensive piece of sculptural art.

“Beautiful” You muttered wistfully under your breath but still he caught it, it was when your fingers lightly brushed over his nipples that he jolted out of his temporary paralysis. His hand instantly flew up to stop yours from causing more damage to his resolve.

“Noona! Wait, I… your shirt?” He offered weakly. The tip of his ears had turned a pretty shade of red, he hadn’t had any alcohol but at this point, he was the one who looked more tipsy between the two of you with his red face and dilated pupils.

“So pretty”

Your brain supplied the only two simple words that occupied it as you looked up to meet his eyes, seeing him like that with such a fucked out expression instantly had you realizing the state of your undress which he had just pointed out. That sobered you up completely.

Jisung knew the moment he saw your eyes widen, that you had just now realized the position you both were in, he fully expected you to scream or run back into the bathroom or something. Anything. You only just stared back at him in mild shock but you didn’t move, you didn’t even take your hands off his body, it was like you were frozen in place but very much assertive.

You knew at that moment that you were about to do something really fucking stupid. You knew you were going to regret it, but stubbornly you wanted to leave the consequences for future y/n to handle, you could worry about all that shit later, hell you could even blame it on the alcohol but right now, you were hurting and you needed to numb the pain, you needed to forget.

With newfound courage, you leaned in closer, standing up on your tippy toes and your eyes flitting from his own eyes to his soft looking lips and back.

Jisung knew instantly what was about to happen, the atmosphere in the room was suddenly charged and you could literally cut the tension with a knife. As you pressed your breasts to his chest when you stood on your toes to reach him, he knew at that point that he had lost the battle between common sense and his already raging boner.

“Fuck it” He swooped down and captured your lips, meeting you halfway there and you instantly melted into him.

Your hands slid up his body and found purchase behind his neck, he in turn wrapped his arms around your small waist, pulling you impossibly closer and deepening the kiss. You both moved against each others lips, seemingly not being able to get enough of each other, the kiss went from gentle to heated in a matter of seconds, both your hands groping each other wildy.

The two of you stumble backwards and fall on the bed, only breaking apart for him to pepper kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

You straddled him already feeling how much he wanted you, his impressive length sat thick and hard against your butt, your underwear being only material separating you from him.

“I need to know if you’re sure about this” he mouthed against your neck, “Noona, if we dont stop now-“

“I dont know what i want Ji, but i dont want to stop” you moaned, grinding down on his member and eliciting a desperate groan from him.

He pulled you away from him just to scan your face, he wasnt sure who even looked more fucked out between the both of you. You lifted your body off him climbing down from the bed completely, not breaking eye contact you hooked your thumbs onto your panties and slowly pulled, gyrating your hips in a sexy manner and watching his eyes follow every movement. Jisung visibly swallowed when you kicked off the offending material and stood before him in your birthday suit.

You had to be the most beautiful creature he ever set his eyes on, he could hardly believe he wasn’t in one of his wet dreams where you were a regular visitor.

Jisung sprawls to a sitting position on the bed, legs opened wide, head lifted and eyes on you, beckoning you closer.

"Sungie-" you crawl on the bed and kneel between his open thighs, raking a hand through his messy hair.

He tilts his face upwards, sitting up taller, "Yes Noona."

His hands ghost on the outside of your body, not touching, but asking wordlessly for permission to touch. You groan, climbing into his lap and grasping one of his hands to press it into your ass.

Jisung moans your name, fingers biting into the bare cheek of your ass as he tumbles back onto the bed just as your lips ghost over his.

"Let me take care of you" You whisper to him.

He responds with his hands greedily trying to roll your hips into his trapped erection. You giggle at that, drawing out another groan from him along with a string of profanities.

Sitting up, you press your full weight into his pelvis, Jisung starts to whine underneath you, bucking into your soft ass.

"Tsk tsk, don't get so worked up just yet," you kiss his cheekbone before sitting back.

You come into his space after taking in the view of him beneath you, you plant a soft kiss to his lips and down his cheek, along his jaw and neck. As your hands work to unbutton his jeans, he lifts his hips with your guidance and you gift him another soft kiss before pulling them off and tossing along with your other discarded clothing.

The air between the two of you sizzles with anticipation. Slowly, tauntingly you reach up to cup him through his briefs, watching as his head kicks back with a pitchy groan.

“I want you to taste me Ji” you said before gently pushing him back to lie against the pillows.

He followed your lead, lying back and gazing up at you as you straddled him. He touched every expanse of your skin that was within his reach, your breasts, your stomach, your ass, he grabbed at everything. It was like he wanted to memorize every curve and contour of your body.

Your cunt was already drenched, you had soaked a wet patch through his briefs, leaving a pussy sized stain on it. You then lifted yourself, moving to positioning yourself so your cunt was hovering over his head.

“Wanna cum on your mouth…” you said before letting your body down on his waiting mouth.

He looked up at you with those beautiful eyes, eyes that were already rolling back at your taste.

He lapped at your folds, tongue fucking into your core. You grabbed his hair rolling your hips on his tongue. As you rolled your hips you leaned back to grab his cock through his soiled briefs, his precum staining the underwear and making more of a mess that you left it.

He jumped at the sudden touch making him groan. You started moving your hand on him, squeezing and pumping him faster and faster knowing he wasn’t gonna last.

“Keep that up and i’m gonna cum” he choked out. You let go of him making him whine ruining his high.

“Please” he whimpered.

“Why should I let you cum when you haven’t even made me cum yet hmm?” You teased.

Jisung was now on a mission, sucking at your clit as you rode his face. He nibbled on you ever so gently, the moan you let out had his head spinning .

You were getting close- He was already there and desperately fucking into your hand for a release.

His hands found their way to your hips pulling you down onto him as far as you could, basically smothering himself in your cunt. His hands slinking their way up your chest to twist at your hardened sensitive nipples. As much as you wanted to protest you didn’t, feeling your high quickly approaching. Something he knew all too well was that you needed his touch, you craved it as much as he craved yours.

“I need you to cum for me! Please Noona” he begged. Those pretty eyes stared up at you with desperation. You snapped. Pulling his hair harshly as your thighs closed around him. Your orgasm came crashing down on you like a tsunami.

When you finally came down from your high and your legs stopped trembling, you moved yourself back down and without a warning, pulled him free of his briefs and you sunk yourself down taking his throbbing cock fully. Your cunt fit so perfectly on him.

“Fuuuuuckkkk”, He moaned out, body twitching like he was trying to get away, “You’re - I’m-“

He couldn’t even get out the words before he was cumming inside of you, cock twitching deep inside you, you rolled your hips as you felt him pump you full of cum over and over again, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his hands gripping your waist so tight you were sure it would leave nail marks.

“I’m sorry!” he said in a whisper, closing his eyes tight and not being able to bring himself to look at you, and yet he made no move to pull you off because guess what? His cock was still very hard.

You started to move up and down on his sensitive cock, not caring about his overstimulation. His hands gripped at your hips pathetically whimpering.

“Then make it up to me Sungie” you smirk, not slowing your movements, you knew he had more in him judging by how he was still rock solid inside you.

Jisung easily lifted you with his arms and flipped you over, you landed under him and he sunk back into your sopping heat in one stroke, your cunt already slick and messy with your mixed juices.

“I can do that y/n” his eyes darkened and it was like he flipped a switch the moment he flipped you over, something primal was dancing behind his eyes.

“Oh God!” You moaned as he started to thrust into you, creating a sharp and steady tempo, his skin slapped yours repeatedly making pornographic lewd sounds that mixed with the music in the background.

He doesn't relent fucking into your cunt, looking down at where you were joined and watching how you were literally sucking him in, Jisung felt as though his eyes might roll to the back of his head from the sight alone.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking tight," he groans, throwing his head back as he pistons his hips as if to match the beat of the music outside. “So good”

"Jisung!" you yell, you felt yourself quiver as your orgasm slammed into you with the onslaught of his cock on that sweet spot he kept hitting that had your back arching.

He picked up your left leg and threw it over his shoulder, creating a deeper angle, he felt like he might have convulsed from pleasure in that moment.

Jisung had his mind set, he was going to ‘make it up to you’ as you wanted and to do that, he wasn’t going to stop until you were shaking, sobbing mess, until you marked his back with your pretty nails murmuring nothing but his name over and over like a prayer. Even if this was going to be his only opportunity, he wanted to fuck the memory of San out of your body.

He was rutting his hips into yours so desperately now, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and eyebrows drawn together as he tried to hold himself back from spilling inside of you again, he needed to make this last, but the way you were clenching around him and fucking him back, the way your body responded to every movement had his self control hanging by a thread.

"Sungie! Please please- ah fuck! Please" you begged, pulling his head down and biting into his neck as your second orgasmn crashed down on you, your body convulsed beneath him, you saw white.

“I’m cumming!” You managed to gasp.

"That’s it Noona, just a little longer and i’m gonna fill you up so fucking good" Jisung mutters.

He felt you squeeze and clench around him again as he fucked you through your orgasm. he couldn’t hold out much longer, so gathered the last of his energy to slam his cock against your slippery warm walls so fucking hard you has practically become one with the bed.

“I’m cumming! Take it baby” he groaned. His hips stilled as he gave you ropes and ropes of his cum.

Jisung scattered wet kisses all over your face and chest as he slowly pumped out the last bits of his cum into your spent cunt. You both panted heavily as you came down from your highs, holding onto each other tightly like you were scared you would drift away.

A comfortable silence fell upon you both and you separately wondered about the events that just happened, you ran your fingers through his hair that had gotten damp with sweat, he lifted his head to search your eyes.

“Are you okay y/n” he asked in a small voice, the primal version of him suddenly back in its shell. “Did i hurt you?”

You smiled sweetly at him. “No you didn’t sungie, i can handle it” you winked and he blushed red.

“Okay noona, but i think its time to get you home for real” Jisung said, standing and retreating to the bathroom to get towels so he could clean you up. You made to sit up and follow him but he shook his head no and gestured that you lie back down.

You knew that by morning, after the hangover you were sure to get, you were going to be in a whole lot of shit, but you just allowed yourself a night of escape, you would think about what you had done later, right now all you wanted was to be taken care of by your little brothers best friend who had just fucked the living daylights out of you.

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Authors Note: This was a result of my horny friends imagination! I just brought it to life!

Please leave a like and reblog if you love it!

[sunskisser]

Hello. I don’t really know how to do this properly

Can you make something where the reader is like two/three years younger then the marauders and like grew up next to James so he’s like her older brother type thing? Completely fine if not but this has been stuck in my head

(zero romance pls if you do pls)

thank you so much for the request!! ♡ i tried to play around with the plot a little :)

always | j.p.

tw: fluff

james potter x reader (platonic)

Your hands instinctively come up to shield your face as confetti rains down in the Great Hall for the third time that evening.

A frown settles on your face as you slowly lower your arms, feeling the split second when your hand comes into contact with a drink on the refreshments table and knocks it to the ground. A frustrated groan escapes your lips.

You flick the remnants of the drink off your hand and sigh, moving away from the table to go lean on another wall. You shuffle your way through the various couples giggling and dancing and snogging, feeling your resentment grow by the second. Once you’ve safely reached the other side of the mob in the middle of the hall, your eyes rake over the place.

As usual, Hogwarts was shimmering with splendour for the annual ball. Fairy lights adorned the ceilings, and decorated tables were laden with every type of food you could think of. The long tables in the centre had been cleared to allow for dancing, while the Weird Sisters played popular tunes at the front of the hall.

You tried not to let it get to you, but as you awkwardly shuffle around to make way for couples trying to get past you, a dull ache makes its way into your heart.

Kingsley Shacklebolt had very sweetly asked you to the school dance a couple of days ago and you had agreed. The whole evening had been spent in preparation for tonight, doing makeup with the girls and putting on your lovely dress adorned with golden butterflies. But Kingsley fell terribly ill an hour before the dance, and couldn’t muster the strength to even get out of bed.

It was unfortunate, something you were so looking forward to going wrong like this. Especially since you really really liked Kingsley.

You sigh, loneliness and embarrassment starting to get the better of you as you resign yourself to staying as an onlooker. Couples fade in and out of your vision, twirling and prancing around. A huff of resentment escapes you as you try not to glare too hard at those having fun.

Just when you stand up straight, deciding that there was no point staying, you feel a hand on your shoulder and startle. Turning around, you come face-to-face with a grinning James Potter.

“Hey Pickle. You doing good?” he asks, his smile widening as he sees the frown on your face.

That was what James had called you since you first met on the Hogwarts express years ago, a timid first-year crashing straight into the most popular third-year in the school. You bumped into him while holding a jar of pickles (god knows why), and ended up hurling them all over him. He laughed it off while you apologised incessantly and cleaned him up. He thought you were adorable.

That day, James pestered you about yourself till you snapped, and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

“No, Potty. I’m not doing good. Kingsley’s sick,” you mutter, trying to veil the hurt in your voice with anger. He lets out a sympathetic coo and softens, his hand moving down to take yours.

You sigh, your anger dissipating to leave disappointment. “I’m gonna leave,” you murmur, turning around to get to the door. But his grip on your hand remains firm. You turn back around, brows furrowed in confusion.

He's smiling at you, tugging on your hand with that mischievous James Potter twinkle in his eyes. “Come on, Pickle.”

“What?”

“Come on. One dance?”

“Jame-“

“Pickle! You’re no fun. Pleaaaaase?”

You groan, mocking reluctance as you let yourself be led by him as he pulls you to the dance floor. “I can’t dance.”

“You don’t have to, I can do it well enough for the both of us,” James grins. He wraps his arm around your waist, takes your hand in his other one.

He pokes at your hand, gesturing for you to put it on his shoulder. You sigh and do as you’re told. He gives you a small smile and you soften, unable to help smiling back in return.

As the two of you position yourself, the loud manic pop music previously playing comes to an end. A gasp escapes you, your eyes lighting up as you hear the first notes of ‘O Children’ start to play. A childhood favourite, your mum’s go-to song to sing.

James chuckles, slowly starting to sway you along to the beat.

‘Lift up your voice, lift up your voice…’

You move along with him, closing your eyes and feeling the rhythm.

‘Children!...’

James’ footing is perfect, yours is haphazard. His movements are elegant, yours rusty. His dancing on beat, yours attempting to be. But the smile that graces both of your faces is the same.

‘Rejoice, rejoice…’

A giggle escapes you as he twirls you around, both of you bursting out into laughter as you trip on his shoe and your face lands smack on his chest. None of you pull away.

You stay like that for a while, your face buried in your shoulder as he holds you close. The two of you move from side to side in time with the music. You melt into his touch, feeling all your disappointment disappear as you tenderly dance to the soft tune.

“Thanks, James,” you murmur gratefully. He smiles down at you.

“Hey, none of that. You’re my Pickle - of course I had to pester you to dance, I always will,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You grin into his shoulder, playfully punching him in the stomach.

“And this song better be playing at your wedding. I need to show everyone, especially your future husband, just how much you suck at dancing.”

“James!”

He laughs, wincing as you pull away to smack him on the shoulder. He pushes you back, but catches you before you tumble to the floor. The two of you are clutching your stomachs and each other’s hands.

You and James dissolve into heaps of laughter and joy, just like you always do.

[lettersfromharley]

Almost, Maybe [Part 1]

1,373 words Summary: Fem!reader x teen!Schlatt. You’ve had a crush on Jay since you were twelve, unsure if he feels the same. Inspired by The Summer I Turned Pretty.

A/N: I’m severely missing summer right now. Part 2 - Part 3

Divider: dialilimoon

June was always your favorite month. June meant bright blue skies and a shining sun. It meant no school. It meant spending time at the lake cabin your parents bought with their friends. It meant seeing Jay. 

Jay.

You have had a crush on the nerdy teen boy since you were both twelve and he brought you soup when you felt ill. That’s all it took. Looking back, he probably only did it because his mother forced him to, but you didn't care. That one action had you whipped for life.

You’re not sure if he feels the same. No one even knows you have feelings for him - other than your mom, your younger sister, and your best friend Robin. You tell them everything. 

This summer is the summer before you go off to college and you’re determined to make a move of some sort. 

You stuff a few cute swimsuits into your duffle bag and finish packing. You sling it over your shoulder and rush downstairs and outside to where your father’s pickup truck is parked on the driveway.

“Y/N, are you ready?” your dad asks, holding out his hand to take your bag.

“Yup!” you say, handing it to him. 

“Alright, get in the car,” he says, throwing your bag in the bed of his pickup.

You open the back door of the pickup and jump into the seat behind the driver. Your sister, Maggie, is sitting in the one behind the passenger seat. 

Eventually, your parents finish packing the car and get into the front seats, and you’re finally on the road.

You pop in your earbuds and play some music on your phone. You look out the window as you ponder the trip ahead. You haven’t seen or spoken to Jay since last summer. What will you say? What will he say? Maybe you’re thinking too hard about this. He’ll be the same as he always is. Why wouldn’t he?

You feel nervous yet excited as your father pulls into the driveway of the lake cabin. You get out as soon as he parks and grab your bag from the back. 

“Y/N! Maggie!” Jay’s mother, Susan, squeals, running out of the house to greet you two. 

You drop your bag on the pavement as Susan pulls you in for a hug. 

Your parents share the lake cabin with two other couples. Susan and Todd and Frank and Julie. Frank and Julie live in Maine near you and your family. They have two kids - their daughter, your best friend, Robin, and an older son named Gabe. Susan and Todd live in New York and Jay is their only child.

Susan was always your favorite of the parents - other than your own, of course. Her warm hugs and excellent cooking is unmatched. 

“Where’s Drew?” Susan asks. 

“I think he’s coming later this week,” you say, though you're unsure if he’s even coming. Your older brother Drew is about two years older than you and goes to a college in Massachusetts. He doesn’t visit home often. He said he would come to the cabin this summer, but he’s said that before and not shown up.

“Well, I’m making dinner later,” she says. “You girls go put your bags in your room and I’ll help your parents unload.”

You nod and promptly walk to your room with Maggie. 

“You think Drew will actually show up?” Maggie asks as you set your bag down at the end of your bed and throw yourself onto the sage green comforter. 

“I don’t know,” you say. “I hope so.”

“Hey, guys,” says a familiar voice from the door. You look up to see Jay leaning on the door frame. He looks different than he did last summer - slightly taller, a bit more muscular. Did he start working out? You realize you’ve been staring and quickly look away.

“Hello, Jay,” you say, sitting up. 

Maggie mumbles a greeting, but doesn’t pay much attention to him as she unpacks her bag.

“Gabe, Robin, and I are going to the beach after dinner, care to join?” Jay asks.

You smile. “Of course,” you say.

“Great,” Jay says, smiling. He turns away and you watch as he walks down the hall.

“You are so down bad,” Maggie says, chuckling.

Your face flushes as you throw a pillow at her. “Shut up.”

After dinner, you return to your shared room with Maggie and Robin. You grab a pale pink bikini out of your dresser and take turns with the other two girls changing in the bathroom connected to your room. 

“Oh, lord,” Robin says as you exit the bathroom. “Jay is going to love that.”

You scoff. “Shut it, Robin,” you say, rolling your eyes a bit.”

“I’m serious, Y/N,” she says. “If he hasn’t noticed you before, there’s no way he won’t notice you in that. Plus, you have changed a lot since last summer.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Robin says. “You got skinnier, your hair is longer, you’re glowing.”

“Well, thank you,” you say.

“You guys ready to go?” Maggie asks, grabbing a few towels for the three of you.

“Yup,” you say, cracking a smile.

The three of you make your way downstairs, meeting Gabe and Jay by the back door. You swear Jay’s gaze lingers on you a bit longer than normal as you approach.

You step out into the cool night air, the dirt below your feet a familiar and welcome feeling. You missed nights like these - longing for the simple moments with your friends.

You all fill Jay in on your lives since last summer. Him living so far away from you during the school year meant you don’t talk to him too much when you’re not at the lake. Though, you wish you could.

You fill him in on your classes, friends, and the general chaos of your senior year. Robin chimes in with her own stories, and Gabe throws in the occasional sarcastic remark, making you all laugh. Jay listens intently, nodding along, and every now and then, you catch him looking at you.

The five of you reach the beach. The moon casts a bright light over the waves lapping on the shore, and the air is cool but not cold. It’s perfect.

You lay down your towels. Jay takes off his shirt, revealing that he has definitely started working out. You try not to stare. Robin nudges you and wiggles her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and playfully hit her arm with the back of your hand.

Gabe is the first to sprint into the water, yelling like a lunatic as he dives in. Maggie and Robin follow, laughing as they wade in a shallow area before fully submerging themselves.

“Are you coming in?” Jay asks, standing beside you, his expression unreadable. 

“Yeah,” you say, stepping toward the water. The water envelops your ankles. It's cold, but you force yourself to keep going. 

Jay follows you as your toes sink into the wet sand. Soon, the two of you are waist deep. Maggie, Robin, and Gabe are further out, already splashing each other like little kids. 

You look over at Jay. The light of the moon reflects on his face perfectly, lighting up his best features. Before you can stare for too long, he speaks up. “So,” he says, clearing his throat, “college next year, huh?”

You nod. “Kind of crazy, right? Feels like just yesterday we were kids building sandcastles and arguing over who could hold their breath underwater the longest,” you laugh. 

Jay chuckles. “You always beat me. Not fair, by the way.”

“You just have weak lungs.”

“Maybe,” he smirks. “Or maybe you just liked beating me.”

You tilt your head, considering. “Maybe you're right.”

There's a pause. Then, Jay sighs. “I've missed this,” he says. 

Your heart skips. “Me too.”

You stare at each other for a moment. There's something in his gaze that makes you feel like the whole world just narrowed down to this moment. Before either of you can say anything else, Gabe splashes water in your direction. 

“Come on, guys,” he shouts. “Get out into the water.”

Jay looks back at you and smiles before following Gabe farther into the water. 

You smile. Maybe this summer will be different.

Next Part

[helluva-high]

jax headcanons!! involving kinger, queener, and ragatha!!

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so i’m hooked on the idea that jax joined the circus as a child, so i decided to be silly and come up with my own headcanons for it

jax arrived in the digital circus very young, maybe.. 6 or 7. he, of course, was confused and panicked, but queener immediately helped to calm him down. and as time went on, kinger, queener and jax ended up becoming a little family in the circus.

they would read to him before bed, help him eat, run around with him, everything loving parents do!

but, as he got older, maybe around.. 13, he wanted to leave. he wanted to leave the circus and find kinger and queener in real life, since his own life was awful. him entering the circus was a way to escape.

unfortunately, the two had to explain to him that there’s no exit, and he’s stuck there. but that they were with him! and that they’ll take care of him.

he had a breakdown that day, and it lasted a few days. and queener felt absolutely distraught that her son, her prince, was going through this. so what did she do?

she looked for an exit.

from when jax was 13, to when he was 18, queener kept looking for an exit. at first, kinger helped, hoping that she’d give up after a while. but she didn’t. during this time, ragatha joined (dont take this to heart ill change it up when we get timelines of when everyone joined), and her and jax grew close, having a sort of unspoken older sister, younger brother relationship.

but eventually, queener drove herself insane to the point of abstracting.

everyone; jax, kinger, ragatha, gangle, kaufmo, zooble, and a few others (who later disappear before pomni appears), witnessed it.

and jax? oh, the poor boy. he was broken. caine ended up coming around as gangle went to grab him, and he opened up the cellar. he picked her up to put her in, but jax didn’t want that.

he reached out, grabbing ahold of her, being lifted off the ground. kinger panicked, reaching to grab jax’s feet. with the help of ragatha, they pulled him down. kinger held onto jax tightly as he reached out to abstracted queener. caine sealed her away, before turning his attention to jax, who just cried out for his mom.

he just sat there, his condition.. not the best. due to the contact, he started the pre-abstraction phase, his entire body quickly being consumed by the glitch.

caine reacted quickly, this being the first time he’s had to save someone before they abstracted. due to this, some of his coding wasn’t back to normal. he can break the filter, but chooses not to unless need be. it also explains all his keys. he didn’t just find them laying around. (i’ll add a few more things when i think of them.)

the rest of the day, everyone was quiet. kinger locked himself in his room, wanting to be alone. jax did the same, but often just hid around, hoping not to be found.

and that night, jax stood in front of his mirror, just staring at his reflection. he almost didn’t recognize himself.

he was crying.

he hadn’t cried in years, much less any serious tears. queener and kinger were always there for him, to help him calm down.

but this time? he was alone.

he couldn’t understand why his fur was wet, why he couldn’t stop crying. it wouldn’t stop. the tears wouldn’t stop.

so he went to the only person he felt comfortable with.

knocking on her door, ragatha answered, looking up. “jax..?” she asked, a look of shock on her face.

jax stood there, a hand feeling his face as he stared down at her, utterly confused. “my.. my face is wet. it won’t stop.”

“why won’t it stop?”

and ragatha just pulled him in to a hug, and jax didn’t realize he was audibly crying until ragatha rubbed his back, and cooed, “it’s okay. just let it all out. you’re okay, i’m here.”

he spent the night in her room, and they talked.

“why does it hurt so much? it- it's like.. there's a pit in my body, it's so hard to breathe?"

"because it's a loss, jax."

"but i lose a bunch of things-- i don't know why this hurts so bad."

"because it's her."

"what?"

"you're hurting, because you lost her. your mind knows she isn't coming back, but your heart- doesn't. you watched her be put into the cellar, she's gone, jax. and it's hurting because you know she isn't going to come back."

"..but.. she's still alive.."

"..i know."

"..why does it hurt so much..? she's not-- dead, i don't-"

"it's just the way things work, hun. it's.. it's going to be hard, but you'll get through it. we're all right here with you, it'll be okay."

i’ll summarize the rest.

jax ends up hating how he feels, he hates crying, he hates being so sad. so he starts to cope differently. he makes jokes, he becomes more sarcastic, more cold and uncaring for the well being of others. his grief turns him into who he is when we see him during the pilot.

writingn this while sick killed my eyes cuz im not wearing my glasses LOL anyway judt had to thrownhis out there when im unsick ill draw more ok bye guys 🎉

[chiaseedbaby]

Tetro Danganronpa: Pink Oc!!

This Oc is based off of Tetro Danganronpa: Pink! My lovely irl friend @kingof-yourheart introduced me to this and I’m obsessed!! (I was already into Danganronpa but I didn’t know this existed) I hope you enjoy her! Oh… I mean them

Prepare yourselves to meet….

Yuma Fushigia!! (Student 17)

At age 17 she is, the Ultimate Con Artist! Able to swindle anyone out of anything she wants!

Interview recording playing in

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Interviewer: “Hello Ms Yuma, how are you feeling?”

Yuma: “…Fine.”

interviewer: “We just have a few questions for you and you may go.”

Yuma: “Home? Or back to that dingy room?”

interviewer: “Please state your name and occupation for the record.”

Yuma: “Why?”

interviewer: “For the record.”

Yuma: “Yuma Fushigia.”

interviewer: “And your occupation?”

Yuma: “None of your damn business.”

interviewer: “…I’m right to assume you’re a con artist, correct Ms Yuma?”

Yuma: “… How the fuck did you know that? Who told you?! Is this a police thing?! I’LL FUCKING KILL YO- Ahem. I mean. No, I am a student.”

interviewer: “… Interesting.”

Yuma: “Whatever get on with the questions already bastard.”

interviewer: “Do you have any major hobbies?”

Yuma: “I make things.”

interviewer: “What things?”

Yuma: “Songs, animation, sfx art, clothes, whatever I feel like mostly.”

interviewer: “Sfx art?”

Yuma: “Like… human masks, fake cuts and scars, fake blood, fake limbs and organs, that kinda stuff…”

interviewer: “That sounds challenging.”

Yuma: “It’s not for him…”

Interviewer: “Who?”

Yuma: “Nevermind”

Interviewer: “You said animations, do they have sound?”

Yuma: “Yes, they take care of the sound…”

Interviewer: “Hm, okay.”

Interviewer: “Do you have any medical concerns or conditions?”

Yuma: “… I can’t have ginger. It… it makes me pretty sick…”

interviewer: “Noted, anything else? What about your mental health.”

Yuma: “… I am a diagnosed sociopath and schizophrenic.”

interviewer: “I see, how is your family situation?”

Yuma: “My mother and father are dead, mom in a house fire and dad from a mysterious illness. It’s me and my older sister. I had a younger brother, died in a car crash, I had two older brothers but they are also dead.”

Interviewer: “I see, that will be all for now, I’m going to end the recording alright? You may go back to your room.”

Interviewer: “It seems you’re back, Ms Yuma.”

— : “That’s not m- our names.”

interviewer: “What?”

— : “Those. Are. Not. Our. Names.”

interviewer: “I don’t understand.”

— : “… I’m Kota…”

interviewer: “Ah, right, Yuma has D.I.D, correct?”

Kota: “What?”

interviewer: “D.I.D, Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

Kota: “WE ARE NOT A DISORDER”!

interviewer: “I apologize, I meant no harm, but may I ask, who is we?”

Kota: “… Akito, Juno and I.”

interviewer: “I see, do you all go by the same last name as Yuma?”

Kota: “Yes.”

interviewer: “Can I ask all of you sate your name and occupations for the recording?”

Kota: “I’m Kota Fushigia, I am an Sfx artist.”

interviewer: “So you are who Yuma was talking about.”

Kota: “Yes.”

Interviewer: “Can we get the next person?”

— : “I’m A-Akito Fushigia, I am a…. Sound and V-Voice artist...”

interviewer: “So you made the sound in animation?”

Akito: “I j-just voiced them and m-made some sounds”

Interviewer: “Why are you not making eye contact with me?

“I-It’s hard for me…”

interviewer: “Okay… next.”

— : “I’m Juno Fushigia or whatever. I’m an artist.”

interviewer: “Hm, okay.”

Juno: “You said you wanted stuff about our mental health right?”

interviewer: “Correct.”

Juno: “That wimp Akito has Dependent personality disorder and Kota has sociopathy and anger issues, they called me a “narcissist” but they’re just trying to make me into a villain because they’re fucking jealous pussies and Akito is the one who has Schizophrenia.

interviewer: “Thank you for your cooperation, I’m ending the recording now, please go back to your room and rest.”

Juno: “Whatever."

[campy-mccampface]

May I hear your headcanons/thoughts on everyone's sibling situation?

It's always so funny to hear about it conanically in the show e.g. Raj mentioning his brother during float trippers and of course the platypus brothers hehehehe

If "everyone" is too much to think about I'd just love to hear about your faves then :D

You maaay! Also I love u💛

Viewer beware; I will go into non-sibling tangents.

Lazlo: The fifth-born of seven kids

Lazlo’s got four big sibbies, two boys and two girls. The oldest one, a boy, is about ten years older than himself, and being groomed to inherit Fruita-Quicka, the family’s fruit company alluded to in “Where’s Lazlo?” His two younger twin sibbies, one boy and one girl, are eight where he at the time of the show is thirteen. Lazlo gets his endless capacity for inventing games from entertaining these little ones. His oldest brother, from above, taught Lazlo about half of them when they played together hehe.

Clam: Only child

Clam’s an only child if you ask me. We have every reason to say “Oh, he could have sibs that were just never mentioned,” (also headcanon just means do you own thing,) BUT! I really really like the idea of him being an only child, so I’ll say the lack of mentioned siblings is to me indicative that he has none. Clam, who I headcanon to have the last name ‘Sand,’ lives with just his mom, Eggnog, and his father, Ingot. They talk in full sentences unlike Clam, and love him to bits. They respect his various oddities and wouldn’t have him any other way.

Samson Clogmeyer: Only child (at first)

As we all know, Samson’s parents, Stanley and Grace Clogmeyer, are jellyfish. If we go by the logic of Joe Murray’s earlier show, “Rocko’s Modern Life,” one species can be born to another with perfect ease. Personally, I don’t think Samson’s adopted. Grace had a guinea pig ancestor, and the gene woke up when she was expecting him, (don’t fucking ask any other questions,) and so he was born. And at the time of the show, when he’s thirteen, he’s an only child. But! When he’s fifteen, Stanley and Grace expect another baby, and this time it’s a jellyfish. So Samson now has a little jellyfish sister. And, here’s the kicker: she didn’t inherit the ability to sting, so he can hold her with no ill effects.

Patsy: Oldest of three kids

Canonically Patsy has at least one little brother, whom I headcanon is named Potsy. He’s just two years younger than her but she mothers him relentlessly, (with thanks to @/deadbeandrop for this idea!) Then when she’s fourteen, they both get ANOTHER little brother, Humphrey Jr. (Commander Hoo-ha, in my headcanon, has the first name ‘Humphrey’ and is thus the Sr.)

Dave and Ping Pong: Twins

Dave and Ping Pong (really named Bruce in my HC but it’s never used,) are twins, and it’s just them two as the family’s kids. We never learn which is older, (and it’s never actually said they’re twins either but I can’t see them as anything else,) but in my HC Ping Pong is older by seventeen minutes. And whenever Dave feels like Ping Pong is babying him, he stresses that statistic. (“I’m only seventeen minutes younger than you! This is chicanery!” “Seventeen more minutes of wisdom, you teeny-weeny egg. Now, drink this water instead of soda for a change.”)

Edward: Five older brothers

So we all know Ed’s older brothers: Cheesly, Alpine, Fancypants and Philip. (Those former three are nicknames in my HC.) But! In “The Great Snipe Hunt,” Edward also mentions an older brother named Mel. I’ve seen some people say that’s merely one of the other brothers’ real names, but I personally see Mel as a half-brother from a marriage Edward’s father had and ended before meeting Susan. So who’s Mel? He’s a sleazy forty-something, cigarette-smoking taxi driver who lives far removed from the family in New York City. (Edward’s other brothers completely ignore his existence.) He’s rough around the edges but would give you the shirt off his back, and Edward loves him and makes him a confidant.

Here’s some ANCIENT, SHITTY art of him of mine.

Aaand that’s what I have as far as I remember in terms of sibling ideas!

Ty love💛

[ranchycowgirllover]

Alright so I made a Stella Re-Design, this post ‘ill be kinda long cuz I wanna explain things and such

My main problems with this design are 1- Details that are unneeded that lead to inconvenience in the animation department (like seriously watch scenes with her and focus on her lashes) 2- This outfit isn’t very regal, I’m guessing the bottom of the dress is supposed to resemble feathers idk it just doesn’t look good.

Alright so we have that out of the way, I have made a few different possible re designs. You’ll see the one I prefer at the end.

This one I tried to keep more in line with the original pink princess theme. Simplified the dress and hair (I imagine that her hair can fluff up when she’s angry) and I replaced the dark purple with a maroon. I also made her hair white. This way the only purple is her make up which should cause you to look at her face more.

This one is a more evil Queen inspired Stella, used the purple as a main dress color, I gave her green/blue eyes and grey hair which she had in the pilot. The eyes are help tell her apart from her husband, and the hair change is to make her look older and more regal. I changed the style of dress now she looks less little girl costume princess. (No hate to princess peach)

This is a younger Stella design that I did. My canon is that she was dressed this way as to appeal more to Stolas.

Now this is the final design that I chose. The purple is for royalty, I did away with the dark purple as to make her look less threatening. And the dress is rococo era inspired just because I those dresses no real reason

I also did a design for her brother.

His changes were simplify his outfit, and the other stuff like his hair were changed to match his redesigned sister

Alright so that’s all the art. The rest of the this is just going to be me ranting and raving about her character.

Okay so I think we should acknowledge how fucked Stella’s situation is. She’s in an arranged marriage and her only purpose in hells society was to give birth to an heir.

Stolas and her brother are shown to have magic powers, and Stolas we know he has princely duty’s so we can assume the same for her brother. Stella doesn’t have any of these she was meant to be a baby a maker. Even her name Stella compliments Stolas’s role as star prince or whatever.

Now in the first episode of season 2 we have Stella making fun of her husband how he’s bad in bed and how she’s glad she doesn’t have to fuck him because she’s given birth. I think this is Viv’s attempt at making this situation seem less fucked up.

I don’t even know it just makes me really uncomfortable that this very feminine woman in a shitty situation is being vilified. Like if I was in Stella’s situation I’d probably have anger issues too. I’m just so tired of being told that feminine outrage and displays of anger make us monstrous bitches.

Now obviously Stolas being forced into a loveless marriage also sucks and is an awful situation for him too. But he’s not that much better than Stella. Both are shown to be physically abusive to the castle staff, and Stella for all her faults isn’t black mailing someone into sex.

Now having two shitty people wouldn’t bother me if the narrative didn’t bend over backwards to make Stolas seem like such good guy, just an uwu gay bean. His wife is SO mean she won’t let the gay people be happy 🥺. Also painting abusers as cartoonishly evil monsters does a disservice to people who have been abused is all I’m saying.

Anyways I’ll hopefully have a Stolas Redesign up next

Bye now

[rickybowensfever]

Dance the Sickness Away (Campus Crud) - Sicktember 2024: Day 3

Welcome to Sicktember 2024, Day 3: Campus/Con Crud!

You can find out more info @sicktember.

About this story: Days after "Dancing for A Cause", a charity event put on by Kylie and her sorority sisters, everyone starts to fall ill and Zach is first.

CW: very brief mention of childhood cancer since that's the cause they were raising money for

NOTE: I love all of my oc's equally but I can't help but have a strong connection to Zach and Kylie. I just *love* them. Short bio: College AU, Zach and Kylie are living with each other during their junior year of college at Lakewood University (All of my college oc’s go here!). Zach went to community college but transferred to Lakewood once he completed his associates degree. . Zach and Kylie started dating senior year of high school. The two have known each other since kindergarten. They're childhood friends to lovers. Now, they live in an off-campus apartment together. If you think they're as cute as I do, I have a couple of other fics with them. See this fic for their origin story & you can also search #zachandkylie on my Tumblr for more fics of them or any of my oc's. about my ocs! Zach Perez loves Spiderman and is a hopeless romantic. He studies computer science. He comes from a single mother, Angela who is an RN and he has an older sister, Emily who is 2-years older than him. She is a pediatrician. Kylie Daniels is a girls-girl, she loves event planning & is the Community Service chair of her sorority. Kylie studies Media & Communications. She is the eldest daughter. She has a younger brother, Blake who is a trans boy. He is a year younger and on the road touring with his band.

(SET DURING MID-OCTOBER 2024) 

Zach felt like he was hit by a truck. 

It had been three days since he pulled an all-nighter for Kylie’s 24-hour dance-a-thon for charity. Kylie had been planning the charity event for months with her sorority sisters. Like many other universities that held these types of events, Dancing for a Cause helped to spread awareness about childhood cancer and raise money for the charity they collectively chose. Plus it was also a great way to bond with other students on campus. For twenty-four-hours, they raised money for every hour that each participant danced. 

Thus, Zach’s sleep schedule was totally off. But now, it felt like it was finally coming back to normal. However, when he woke up that morning, something felt off. Of course, the morning after the dance-a-thon where they both slept for over 7 hours, his body was sore, and his muscles ached; that was normal after dancing for a long period of time. 

But this time felt different. Aside from the body aches, his head pounded, his throat felt like he had swallowed shards of glass, and chills coursed through his body, making it impossible to move from his bed. Plus, he had been coughing all night, sporadically which definitely didn’t help with his throat pain. He slowly patted the mattress to find his phone. He grabbed the cold phone from beside his pillow, lying on the white sheets on the bed. He used his thumb to unlock the phone and spoke for the first time that morning. 

“Siri, can you text Kylie and tell her I’m sick?” he croaked, wincing at the pain in his throat as he spoke. 

Certainly. To Kylie (heart emoji), “I’m sick” Send it? 

In the midst of a coughing fit, Zach croaked out a weak yes as he curled up under a mountain of covers hoping that would ease the chills. 

Sent. 

Moments later, Kylie was hovering over their bed and pulling the blankets off of her boyfriend who groaned in response. She frowned as she got close enough to see his condition. Glassy eyes, pink cheeks, and a pale complexion. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to feel his warm forehead.  “Awe, you poor thing. You were coughing all night. Everyone’s been texting me saying they’re sick too. I asked Krista to send me the symptoms she and Natalie are having too” she said, running a hand through his matted dark brown hair. 

“I feel so sick” he croaked, holding his throat as if that would ease the pain and pulled the comforter up to his chin as his teeth chattered and a train of coughs followed. 

Kylie grimaced as she heard the painful coughs escape his lungs, “You’ve been out for a while. It’s already noon” she told him. Despite being in college, Zach was usually awake before 11am on his good days. Thus, her boyfriend looked at her with pure shock on his face as if she were pranking him. She chuckled and showed him her phone’s lockscreen with an image of them hugging with Zach kissing her on the cheek at a college football game. Her phone’s time read 12:15 PM. 

Zach blinked at her. His energy was on E. She smiled softly as she revealed two pink tablets of pain reliever showing them off in her palm like a hand model. Zach cracked a half smile and slowly picked his body up. Kylie turned toward his night stand and grabbed his reusable water bottle, as she shook it she made a mental note to refill it on her way out.  There was enough to suffice for now. 

“Take these. It’ll help the little fever you’re running and relieve some discomfort for a bit” she said with a smile, passing the water bottle off to him and holding her palm open toward him. Zach slightly nodded and grabbed the two items from her, taking the medicine and chasing them down with the cold water. He winced as he swallowed, the pain in his throat making him clench his fist in pain. 

Kylie pulled out her phone, her face lit up as it dinged. She tapped the phone’s screen and read her newest text message. Zach groaned as every little sound started to bother him and melted back under the covers, pulling them up to his chin. 

She recited the text listing off the symptoms the rest of the group were experiencing: runny/stuffy nose, low-grade fever, chills, cough, headache, sore throat, fatigue. Zach gave a short nod if he was experiencing the same. He happened to check off half of the list. 

Kylie kept her phone in her hand and looked down, swiping until she landed on the DoorDash app. “Alright, I’m going to order some things on DoorDash so we’re prepared. I’m sure to catch  it soon. So I’d rather be safe and quarantine for a few days. Thank goodness for Fall Break,” she said as she tapped the screen, adding things to her cart. 

As Zach dozed off to sleep, Kylie  quietly tip-toed out of the room and closed over the door waiting for the notification that her order had been delivered. 

### 

Zach woke up in a daze to a cold hand gently shaking him. “Hey babe, you’ve been out for a while. Why don’t we get some medicine in you?” she said, holding a bottle of cough medicine in her hand. 

He groaned, attempting to pull himself up with any ounce of energy he had. Kylie set the cough medicine on the nightstand and grabbed the warm pillows her boyfriend had been sleeping on, fluffing them up. She placed the two pillows by the headboard and put a hand around his waist helping him sit up, her cold hand touched against his warm skin. 

Kylie smiled softly at the boy; his hair messy and his cheeks bright pink, lips chapped. Kylie leaned over the nightstand filled with supplies: tissues, digital thermometer, a bottle of red sports drink and a bottle of cough medicine with a small plastic medicine cup beside it. She twisted the lid to the bottle and poured the required dosage of purple liquid into the medicine cup and handed it to her boyfriend. 

Zach took the medicine cup from her hand and drank, wincing at the awful taste. Kylie frowned, holding in a laugh. “I’m not trying to poison you. I swear this will make you feel so much better” she explained. Her boyfriend looked at her giving a glare then a thin-lipped smile to show he was joking. 

With his right hand, he signed “thank you.” His hand near his lips, he moved his hand forward and slightly down toward her direction, giving a thin-lipped smile. 

“You’re welcome” she whispered, grabbing the red sports drink from the table and passing it off to him. “Want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, turning her head toward the flat screen TV on top of the TV stand in their room.  

Zach took a long sip of the drink before responding with a nod. “Sounds good! Be right back” she said, jogging out of the room. Zach was starting to feel slightly better even if it did still feel like complete garbage. He grabbed the TV remote from the night stand on his side, leaning his body slightly to grab it as it sat next to the lamp in the center of the table. He pointed the black remote at the TV and selected Hulu, starting up Freaky Friday with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan. 

Kylie quickly returned with a mug of chicken noodle soup, her reusable water bottle, and a pack of saltines. Zach turned to look at her and smiled as he melted into the covers. Kylie set everything on the nightstand next to her side of the bed (on the right) and joined him. 

Zach lay his head on her shoulder as the movie played. 

[master-of-metal66]

I’m alive, finally I crawled out of my coffin. I have to catch up on tumblr 😅

Anyway, here we go with Xavier’s backstory. I’ll probably still work on some details, but generally that’s it, that’s my biker boy, how and why he landed in Santa Carla.

This became much longer (this one part have 5,361 words, let alone the rest) than I planned, so I split it into three parts and some random things about Marko and Xavier relationship. (Sorry for all mistakes I made. I’m not used to writing so long stuff and English isn’t my first language).  I think I made Marko a bit ooc here, let me know what you think 😖

Life on the outskirts of Tecate, one of the cities on the border between Mexico and United States sometimes wasn't easy, Xavier knew it from an early age.

Bullied by his peers, the illness of his younger sister, the loss of one of his siblings - it was a lot for a vulnerable and quiet kid like Xavier. But there was one thing that kept him together, his family has always been associated with one of the well-known motorcycle clubs in this area - the Westside Eagles.

Xavier joined the club at the age of fifteen, just like his father and brothers before him. He probably never would have done it had it not been for the death of his older brother Miquel in a shootout with a rival club. That was the hardest time in his life and had the biggest influence on him out of all his family. Back then his desire for revenge changed him from that quiet, soft kid to a cold, careless and irritable teen. While growing up, when he almost went to jail and through his entire path from prospect to full-patched club member, he saw a lot of similar and even worse situations in which people were put. He realized that revenge wouldn’t bring him relief, it only dragged him down, ruining his relationship with loved ones and the club. So he finally accepted it. 

Maybe that’s what shaped his character, the amount of experience opened his eyes. He returned to being the person he used to be, starting to prefer to solving problems with his mind rather than with unnecessary violence.

Westside Eagles was one of those ,,motorcycle clubs" that worked on the border, smuggling drugs and weapons mainly for the cartels, Xavier wasn’t always directly involved. He always had a hand in repairing things, especially cars and motorcycles. So it wasn't strange that he became a club mechanic. He enjoyed spending most of his time in peace in the car workshop on the premises of Eagles clubhouse.

That was until one time when he agreed to help his brothers - Diego and Felipe during one of the transfers. It probably saved his siblings’ lives at some point, but put him on the run because, as you might expect, not everything went well.

It was supposed to be some kind of ,,special" delivery ordered for the cartel, the Eagles usually worked for, that was supposed to be a quick job.

So it was… at first glance, entering the tunnel in an old slaughterhouse, overcoming the tunnel, it was easy. Problems began when Xavier, his brothers, and two other club members were already on the other side of the border wall. Tunnel exit was located in one of the warehouses on private property, owned by one of cartel’s associates. It was weird for the whole group that he wasn’t waiting for them as usual. Xavier was the one who discovered why. While men started to unloading crates with drugs, he went to the man's house next to the warehouse, where he found him shot, along with two other cartel members. It must have happened shortly before their arrival. Xavier knew that they were in serious trouble. He ran back, not knowing that someone was watching him.

When he returned to the warehouse and told the others about what he saw, Diego felt an impulse to open one of the crates. It was half empty. At the same moment, the whole group heard footsteps. Everything happened quickly when cops entered the building. Eagles immediately understood what had happened. Someone framed them, and the worst thing was that probably it was someone from their own club since no one on the outside knew where they kept the goods and when or where they entered the tunnel.

The shootout was inevitable, men were able to get rid of cops for now, but in the process Felipe and the prospect were shot. Xavier and Diego knew it wouldn’t end there, they heard more police sirens outside. Their only way out was to go back through the tunnel, there was no time to take the crates especially with two wounded. They had to get them out of there and get to Erasmo -the Westside Eagles president.

Return to Tecate was much longer. Now that the cops were aware of the tunnel they had to choose one of the less frequented branches of the main road. Xavier went through hell during their escape, not because of the cops chasing them and the threat of prison but because of bleeding Felipe. It reminded him of the sight of dying Miquel and he didn’t want to experience it again.

There was no time for a ,,trip’’ to the hospital, besides, they didn't need any unnecessary questions and thus further contact with the cops. As soon as they got out of the tunnel, Diego and Xavier collapsed the entrance to the tunnel giving themselves more time for escape. Although now that the police have found out about the crossings, they probably won't use them anymore.

Group returned to the clubhouse and to the only person who could help them at that moment. Ruben – a former military doctor - despite the late hour, immediately took care of Felipe and the prospect.

Xavier didn’t want to leave his brother, Felipe lost a lot of blood and there was a risk that he would need a transfusion. Xavier stayed with him, trying his best to help Ruben, while Diego and other Eagle went to Erasmo.

There was a fuss in the clubhouse, even though it was the middle of the night, clubhouse salon was boiling. Some of the club members have already heard about the whole action. Diego avoided any questions from his brothers and went straight to Erasmo. Behind the closed doors of the Westside Eagles meeting room, he told everything to the most important members of the club. The tunnel had been discovered, the goods had been seized by cops, they had a traitor in the club and in the worst case they would have DEA agents on their heads. Everyone knew it will be a tough time for the Eagles.

Meanwhile, Ruben finished dressing Felipe’s wound. Fortunately, there was no need for a transfusion, but both he and the prospect needed to rest. Xavier stayed for the rest of the night with his younger brother.

He wasn't happy when an upset Diego woke him up early in the morning a bit brutally throwing backpack at him, telling him that he had to run away. He wanted to argue but Diego forcibly dragged him out of the room, Xavier took one last look at the sleeping Felipe. He was in total shock when his brother explained to him as they ran towards the club's garages that the cartel already knows about the drug theft, they ordered to search the area of the clubhouse first, it was weird as if someone had given them the idea. The worst thing was that they found the missing part of the drugs... in Xavier’s flat above the workshop. Of course none of the club brothers believed Xavier could do it, especially Erasmo and Xavier's father. Xavier had no interest in stealing drugs, most of the time he wasn't even involved in the transfers. Besides, everyone knew that he wouldn't risk hurting anyone from his family in the process.

It was obvious to them, all this time someone’s target was Xavier and someone had framed him, but the cartel wasn't so understanding, especially considering the case of their dead members, that Xavier had found the night before.

Xavier had to run away if he didn't want to get a bullet, he was worried about Diego. It was obvious who helped him to escape, but his brother assured him that Erasmo already working on it. Diego promised him that as soon as something will clarified he would immediately contact him and also personally he will find that ,,rat" who caused all of this. Xavier had no choice but to leave the clubhouse. He have to lie low for some time, until his brother found out who was behind all of this, there wasn't much he could do with the cartel on his head. Thanks to the help of a good friend of the club, he managed to cross the border without being noticed. It was better to deal with the cops, if they were also looking for him, than with men of cartel. It so happened that this same friend had a small cabin in Santa Carla that he had bought for a vacation, but he didn't really use it, so Xavier took the opportunity. Shortly after arriving to town, he found a job in a auto repair shop. All he could do now was wait, if only he knew how his decisions would change his life.

Marko and Xavier met in a bit unusual way, soon after Mexican moved to Santa Carla.

The frequent disappearances in town must have finally attracted someone's attention, unfortunately for the Lost Boys, the attention of someone who will make their (un)lives miserable for the next few months. Because vampire hunters, especially the real ones (not some kids from a comic book store) with crossbows, tons of holy water and stakes can be a real pain in the ass.

Ever since they started showing up in town from time to time, David did his best to keep his pack safe. However, some of the rules he set for the time when hunters were hanging around town didn’t appeal much to the boys, especially Marko. Despite the fact that probably out of all pack, he had the worst luck at running across the hunters. He wasn’t happy with the idea of staying in a group all night. They spent enough time together, sometimes he had to have some time for himself. That night when Xavier and Marko’s paths crossed, the blonde vampire decided to leave Paul and hunt on his own. It wasn’t so hard to split up when his best friend blindly followed a small group of surfers they had been watching since they appeared on the boardwalk. One of them will become his meal, now Marko had to find something tasty for himself. He knew that if David found out he wouldn’t be pleased but well…curly-haired boy rarely followed the rules. It didn't take him long to notice a girl who was about to leave the boardwalk after saying goodbye to her friends. A mischievous smile appeared on his angel face. Hunger took over his body, and he didn’t even notice three pairs of eyes watching him from a distance.

Marko followed the girl for some time. That night he wasn't in the mood to play with his prey as usual. He just wanted to get back to the cave and continue working on the painting he started a few nights ago on one of the last walls of the cave free of his artworks. He hoped to get back before the rest to avoid David's complaints about paint spilled all over the place and to have more time before Caroline (my other oc – David’s mate) and Paul dragged him into some other activity, probably involving testing platinum blonde’s patience, not that he didn't like it.

The girl must have felt that someone was following her, she started to walk faster and looked over her shoulder from time to time. Marko giggled. As soon as the girl heard laughter behind her, she started to run, her choice of way was rather unfortunate. The girl strayed from the road into a more tree-lined one area in hope to lose her pursuer. Marko had her exactly where he wanted, soon they would reach the cliff. When the girl saw emptiness in front of her, she slowed down to enter a more open area, free from bushes and trees. She stopped, there was no escape route. She slowly turned around, but only silence greeted her. The only sounds were her loud breathing, sound of the wind and waves somewhere behind her. For a moment she thought she had done it, she had escaped from who whoever was chasing her. Or maybe it was just her imagination?

‘’Looking for someone?’’

The girl didn’t even have a chance to scream when Marko grabbed her and sank his teeth into her neck. She tried to struggle, but Marko's grip was too strong. She didn’t have a chance, loud sound of snapping neck was like music to Marko’s ears. Blonde vampire sighed contentedly as fresh blood reached his tongue, soon after, limp body fell to the ground. Marko licked his lips in satisfaction, that was what he needed. Getting rid of the body was easy, there was a reason he had drove the girl to this place. A loud splash and then the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, just like that, the end. Traces of blood will disappear. Marko smiled, wiping away the rest of the blood with his hand. He closed eyes and breathed refreshing sea breeze, it was one of those moments he felt kind of alive. But it didn't last long, his vampire senses warned him almost in last moment, he barely dodged an arrow that flew past by, disappearing somewhere below in the rough water. Marko turned around only to see someone he really hoped he wouldn't meet today. A man in a black jacket with cross pin with a crossbow aimed straight at blonde, vampire hissed. Hunter. In his eyes, a man or rather boy couldn't have been older than 19 years old. Good, it could have been worse. Young hunters weren't as dangerous as the more experienced ones. Blonde vampire smiled maliciously, poor thing, it will be quick.

Hunter shot again, but this time, if it wasn’t out of surprise, Marko easily caught an arrow right in front of his chest.

‘’Is that all what you’ve got?’’

Boy growled in irritation as he heard Marko’s laughter , he put away the crossbow and pulled out the stake. Seeing that, for a moment blonde vampire remind himself when he almost got staked by this little fucker from comic book shop, a shiver ran down his spine at the memory, but on the other hand his blood boiled, he saw red.

Everything happened quickly, in one moment hunter was about to strike, the next he was lying on the ground, pinned down by Marko. He didn’t stand a chance against raging vampire, his weapon brutally ripped from his hand, lying somewhere out of his reach. Young hunter screamed in pain as Marko clenched his hand on his shoulder, the sound of the collarbone cracking was delicious, blonde grabbed the boy by the throat, tightening his grip with each passing moment. He watched with vengeful satisfaction as the boy tried to catch his breath, out of the corner of his eye he saw the hunter reaches for a stone lying nearby. He swung, but Marko immediately grabbed his wrist, blonde chuckled, seeing pure terror in boy’s eyes, another scream pierced the silence of the night. He leaned forward, clenching his hand again over the broken wrist bone, the boy underneath him sobbed. He knew what was coming when Marko's fangs gleamed in the moonlight. Blonde smiled, he wasn’t expecting another snack that night.

He was about to sink his teeth into the boy's neck when a sharp pain shot through his arm, this time arrow reached its target. Marko hissed as two men ran out of the trees. Another hunters, but much more older than the one who had just passed out, lying limply beneath him. Marko stood up quickly to avoid silver knife aimed at him, the blade cut the air. Vampire cursed when he saw dagger-shaped medallions on hunters' necks.  They won't be so easy to defeat, but he didn’t want to call his brothers, he could handle it on his own. Adrenaline was flowing through his veins, he had to think about how to get rid of the hunters, separate them somehow to finish them off one by one. Marko reached for the arrow, which was stuck slightly below his shoulder, he grimaced as he grabbed the tip and pulled it out. A faint trickle of blood ran down his arm, he was lucky the tip wasn't made of silver like sometimes. The wound would be much worse to heal and it wouldn’t be easy to remove. Blonde growled in irritation as one of the hunters attacked him again while, the other knelt, checking at boy lying on the ground. He easily avoided the blow, kicking hunter in the back of the knee, sending him to the ground. However, the man quickly turned around and took a swing, silver blade missed Marko's leg by a centimeter. The second hunter joined the fight, trying to put Marko in a choke hold with his crossbow. They struggled for a while as Marko tried to break free, finally grabbed hunter by the forearms and almost without an effort threw him at his companion. Men fell to the ground with loud thud, cursing heavily. Marko smiled, came up with an idea how to get rid of hunters, once and for all.  He watched how they get up, making sure they could see the direction he would go, he ran through the trees.

Soon he found himself at an old, abandoned summer house near the cliffs, he stopped at the door and looked around. Men were after him, he heard their footsteps. Blonde was about to move when suddenly he heard the door creak. He didn't have time to react when he felt someone grab his waist and cover his mouth with a hand, pulling him into ,,abandoned'' cabin. At first he was sure that he had been captured by one of the hunters he didn't noticed, he tried to break free. Marko was about to bite his attacker's hand but a loud whisper stopped him ‘’Stop it, I won't hurt you. Be quiet or they will find us. '' Hearing this, Marko felt probably weird in this kind of situation, sense of safety. When person behind him felt that he had stopped struggling, the grip on his waist disappeared as did the hand covering his mouth. In the darkness of the room, he clearly saw a tall, long-haired man who quietly closed the door, turning the key in the lock almost at the last moment. Hunters came out from behind the trees, right in front of the house. Marko and the stranger watched through the half-covered window as the men walked around the cabin, checking the area. One of them went to the door, trying to open it, while the other to the window looking inside, Marko felt the man behind him grab his forearm and pull him back to the place where they couldn't be seen from the window. Blonde vampire tensed when the door handle suddenly stopped moving, he was sure that hunters wouldn’t give up so easily. Outside however, there was silence, until blonde heard their voices, Marko, despite the silent protest of the unknown man, went to the window, peeked outside. The hunters were still standing in front of the cabin, but in the hand of one of them there was two-way radio.

Men were talking, Marko clearly saw furious grimace on the face of one of them, he wasn't quite happy about conversation with the person on the other side of device. It didn't take long when the hunters withdrew. They ran back to the place where the young hunter, or rather his body, remained.

‘’That was close amigo.’’

Marko turned around, man was already standing behind him, looking in the direction where the hunters had disappeared. Vampire frowned dissatisfied.

‘’ I could handle it myself.’’

Man didn’t respond to this, so blonde looked out the window again, they both stayed like that, waiting. Hunters could return, but after a long time nothing has happened. Blonde vampire watched in the dark as the man walked over to the switch, turning on the light, illuminating the room. A tall, black-haired man with a slightly darker skin tone, watched him with curiosity. Marko saw fragments of tattoos stick out from under his black shirt and blue worn out vest. Blonde smirked.

‘’ Like what you see, ragazzone?’’

Curly-haired vampire smiled wider seeing the shock and then flustered expression on the man's face, he looked away but his gaze fell on Marko’s arm, he quickly became serious.

‘’ You’re hurt.’’

Marko raised his eyebrows, also looking at the same place where the hunters’ arrow had been stuck earlier. The bleeding stopped, but it still didn’t look good, he knew one nap was enough to heal. As for his jacket, sewing will take a moment. Fucking hunters, ruined his artwork. 

‘’ I am fine, I've had worse.’’

Man didn't seem convinced, Marko was ready for tons of questions but they didn’t come. Good for curly-haired vampire at that point, Xavier been through enough shit in his life, that he knew sometimes it’s better not to ask. He was supposed to be hiding here, not right at the beginning, being involved in something he didn't even want to know what it  was about. When he saw that men chasing blonde, as he was returning to from work his ,,new home’’, he felt this intense impulse to help him, some kind of strange attraction. Like a moth to the flame. There was one thing that still bothered him, did he really saw crossbows on men's backs?

‘’ Something needs to be done about it, wait here.’’

Marko doesn’t even get a chance to protest when black-haired man disappears behind bathroom door. That was the first time when Marko felt it. That tempting scent floating in the air, overwhelming. It was weird, he had never experienced anything like this earlier. But before he began to think about it more, man came back holding bandage and little bottle, placing them on the table by the window.

"Take off your jacket.’’

Marko smiled, man looked at him questioningly.

‘’ We haven’t been on a first date and you already want me to undress?’’

Black-haired certainly didn't expect such a question, he blinked in surprise. Marko giggled but granted his request. Man looks at his uncovered stomach for a moment, then shook his head and started dress the wound. The only strange thing was that the wound, despite its serious appearance, didn’t bleed too much and why it looked as if something had pierced blonde's arm. Marko looked around the cabin, couple half-unpacked bags was thrown next to the wardrobe, a small box by the bed, a leather jacket thrown carelessly on the chair, a few empty food boxes on the second table. Out of the corner of his eye, the man saw a curious look on Marko's face.

‘’ Yeah, well… I just moved here, I am Xavier’’

Blonde turned his head, watching Xavier wrap his arm in a bandage, it was a strange feeling of being cared in that way, in human way. As vampire he just need sleep to regenerate, no other special treatment.

‘’Marko’’

Black-haired glanced at him and nodded.

‘’ You often act as a nurse?’’

Xavier smiled a bit awkwardly at this term.

‘’ Sometimes. For my younger brother, day without hurting himself is a day wasted. Even though he is already an adult. Done.‘’

Marko looked at his now bandaged arm, not that he really needed it. Xavier went to put down the bandage away while blonde put his jacket back on. Curly-haired vampire got lost in thoughts for a moment, why was Xavier helping him at all and why didn't he ask any questions? Moreover, according to him, hunters gave up too quickly, Marko knew how stubborn they could be when they tracked down a vampire. Was Xavier one of them, just pretending be nice? Normally he could sense something is wrong, but now he felt nothing besides calm. It was strange, of course, he could have tried David's method. Just got into Xavier’s mind, but somehow he didn’t want to. The biggest surprise for him was that he didn’t think, even for a minute to about killing Xavier. He was just another human being in his life, nothing just another potential meal, then why did the thought about that make him really uncomfortable?

‘’ Hey, earth to Marko? You good manito?’’

Xavier went back to room, he had only known Marko for a moment and he could already see that this thoughtful expression didn’t suit him. He was sure that boy had really ,,interesting’’ personality, despite that lovely curls and angel face, he saw that mischievous spark in his eyes. Blonde looked at him and nodded, his face lighten up back to normal state.

‘’ Well…it's quite late and I’m convinced that there aren’t too many houses nearby. Drop you off somewhere?’’

Marko looked at clock on the wall, there wasn’t much time left until dawn. He had to go back and find Paul, his friend has probably already fed and found some entertainment for himself.

‘’ Boardwalk will be fine.’’

Xavier raised an eyebrow, but walked over to a small cabinet by the door, reaching for the keys.

‘’ Let’s go then.’’

They both left the house, Xavier made sure he closed the door properly and went down the stairs, Marko followed him to the back of the house. There were two things, both hidden under gray tilt, Marko was sure there was a car under one of them but under the other? Xavier grabbed the material and pulled it off, curly-haired vampire didn’t expect a motorcycle, a black Harley Davidson.

‘’ Big bike for a big man, huh?’’

Xavier laugh slightly, he shook his head, grabbing the wheel.

‘’ I grew up on them.’’

Blonde noticed a certain nostalgia and some kind of longing in the man's voice, he wanted to ask about it, but Xavier had already got on the motorcycle. The roar of the engine drowned out the silence of the night, Marko smiled widely as he came closer. He’d never gotten on a machine like that, according to his vampire lifestyle he had to have something more agile. His bike was a bit smaller, this thing was big and surely not as easy to drive as his own. Marko slid into the leather seat just behind Xavier, wrapping arms around his waist. Black-haired was probably not used to have a company, Marko smirked as he felt how man tense for a moment. Xavier looked at him over his shoulder, making sure he was sitting comfortably, the motorcycle moved.

The ride ended sooner than Marko could have wanted, Xavier stopped his bike near to boardwalk entrance. Neon sign illuminated them with red and white light. The place wasn't as crowded as it was when Marko left.

‘’Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to your home?’’

Marko shook his head, dismounting from the motorcycle. If he took Xavier to the cave, man would probably never come out again and to be honest blonde didn’t wanted that. He still had to figure out where this strange feeling in Xavier's presence was coming from.

‘’ I have to find my friend. I am 100% sure he’s still hanging around here somewhere, besides I have my own bike. Are you worried about me, bello?’’

Xavier lowered his head, a little ashamed. Marko saw that glimpse of blush on his cheeks. If one simple word did this to Xavier, how would he react to the higher level of his flirting. Marko would be lying if he didn't want to see it.

‘’ I just…I doubt these men was your friends and I'd rather not bandage you again anytime soon.’’

Blonde laughed internally, if only he knew.

‘’ I assure you that if I meet them again, they will need a bandage. ‘’

‘’Or rather coffins’’ thought Marko

‘’ I guess I can't stop you from doing that, now I’m sure we’re both tired and need some rest.’’

Motorcycle engine came to life again, Xavier smiled.

‘’ Take care of yourself, amigo.’’

Marko nodded, smiled back. He stayed in place for a moment, watching the motorcycle disappear into darkness of the night.

Curly-haired blonde didn’t tell his brothers what happened. He knew that David would be furious if he find out that he had disobeyed him, Marko wasn't in the mood to listen to complaints. Anyway he was 100% sure that Paul kept his mouth shut, that they split up, otherwise bleached blonde would immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.

When Marko returned to the cave, he felt again that weird feeling he had experienced earlier that night. But now it was some kind of longing.  Marko shook his head as he returned to his thoughts from Xavier's cabin. After all, he decided to be careful towards him, for now trying to drown out that voice calling him back.

Before Caroline or Paul noticed, he managed to sneak to his nest in the higher parts of the cave. He wanted to sew up his jacket, but before he could begin, his gaze paused for a moment on the bandage. An involuntary smile appeared on his lips.

David, Dwayne, Paul and Caroline saw that Marko was thinking intensely about something, but none of them asked what it was about. It could have been something from Marko's pigeons to which one of surf nazis pissed Marko off enough to be on the missing poster next night. They were convinced that if something serious happened to Marko, he would definitely share it with them…

Marko and Xavier met again two days later on a boardwalk.

Marko was just chilling with Paul near the Arcades after feeding, looking for some entertainment for the rest of the night. Just then, Marko spotted Xavier entering one of the small boardwalk shops. That feeling came again, leading him to the same store. This time, he didn't even try to fight it, leaving Paul again. His friend didn’t even notice, flirting with some girl. Xavier almost jumped out of his skin when Marko suddenly appeared behind him, but he had to admit he was glad to see blonde again. He had been thinking about curly-haired boy before, he was curious. He heard Marko’s Italian accent and wanted to know more about him. Luckily for Xavier, blonde vampire after two nights of trying to reject his feelings, gave up. He asked Xavier if he wanted to hang out together, biker agreed. Marko showed Xavier around Santa Carla, he didn't even notice when it was almost down and they spent whole night together.

He was surprised how well they got along, despite the visible differences between their personalities, as if they complemented each other. Xavier told him a bit about himself, however Marko saw that the Mexican was hiding something. Blonde knew he would eventually find out what was going on, it was only a matter of time. The only thorn in the night was when Xavier asked Marko about his wound. It’s was nice that he cared but how was Marko supposed to tell him that there wasn't even a trace left from the shot? He was glad he sewn up the cut in his jacket before he went to rest, so Xavier couldn't see his arm. Marko just mumbled something like ‘’It’s fine’’, man looked at him unconvinced but he didn’t ask about it again.

Soon after Xavier drove away, back to his cabin, on his way to find Paul, Marko still thought about black-haired Mexican who refused to leave his thoughts, making himself in his mind like at home with every next second. Blonde vampire just couldn't get those honey-colored eyes out of his head.

And then Marko suddenly stopped. The realization hit him hard, at that moment he understand this warm feeling that had accompanied him since they met, probably the same feeling that David had experienced when he met Caroline. Marko never thought about it, never believed he’d get one. That was it, he found his mate.

[vivaladicamillo]

I saw your posts asking for ideas and I was thinking what If you wrote something about you being Bams younger sister and filing cky coz April doesn’t want you to get hurt and you have like secret relationship with Dico or Ryan

DICO/MARGERA!READER

thank u so much for the suggestion!!! im gonna do it for dico this time bc one, theres no fanfics of this silly dude and two, i havent written abt dico in SOOOO long. this ones for the dico lovers out there love yall, a dying breed🫡

WARNINGS: dangerous stuff, fluff, bran being bran yk

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being bams younger sister has its ups and downs

bam as a brother is A NIGHTMARE

hes just such a dick

making fun of u, annoying u and being the “younger brother” type character bc hes just like that

u were 2 years older than him

so when u started kinda liking his life long friend, “dico”

it was kinda awkward bc u yk, hes ur brothers best friend

one night, u were just chilling at the house alone

ape and phil went out, bam was probably out skating somewhere and jess had band practice so having a empty house all to urself?? hell yea!

as u sit on ur couch, just watching some stupid ass movie thats on someone knocks at ur door

when u answer it, its Brandon dicamillo himself (dico)

“hey, uh is bam around?” he asks looking kinda nervous

“nah, i thought he was put filming with u, but its 9:00 he should be back soon.”

“ah ok, ill just wait in my car till he gets here then, thanks.” he smiles at u

“come on bran dont be a stranger! i’m m just watching a movie just wait inside till he gets back.”

you held the door open for him and he walks in and plops down on ur couch

in your spot.

“asshole what the fuck thats my spot”

“didnt see ur name on it.” he says smirking “also what kinda horse shit are u watching? let me show u some real funny shit.”

dico then proceeds to put on an old western movie

“what the fuck dicamillo??”

“what??! this shit is so funny watch this.” he says pointing to the tv as some guy dressed as a cowboy gets shot on screen

the acting was terrible yes, but the way dico was hysterical laughing at it kinda made u smile

his laugh, his interests, just his goofy personality made ur heart flutter

u didn’t realize that u had been staring into this mans whole soul for ten mins until he turns to u and smiles

“may i help u?” he says kinda chuckling

“oh, uh sorry..” u say blushing and kinda turning away

the silence that took place after could have killed u right then and there

until he turns to u

“hey uh.. ive been actually meaning to talk to u about something…” he says, that nervousness kinda coming back from before

u nod ur head as he starts to confess to u

“listen, i know ur my best friends older sister and this is kinda weird but… ever since i met u, i thought u were so cool! i wouldnt have expected u to like masters of the universe and filming bits as much as do…”

“yea, i can see how u couldnt have seen that coming bc of my brothers”

“yea, but anyways, ive always kinda…been into u, im super sorry if this is weird i didnt mean to make it like that i just think..”

u smile, did fucking brandon dicamillo just confess his love for u ??

“bran..”

he turns to u

“i feel the same way, ive always had i just didnt wanna make things awkward if u didnt.” u smiled at him and scooted closer to him on the couch

“really?!?” he said in shock

“mhm, i like you… like A LOT”

u move in closer and you two end up making out on ur couch

after that day u both agreed to date without anyone knowing

yea it was suspicious when u two wouldnt be able to film or hang out at the same time on the same day but the guys kinda brushed it off

u two went of secret little dates

dico would surprise u ALL the time with cute date spots

random cat cafes, parks, family ran restaurants, he just found little cute places in westchester to take u to, and u LOVED IT

when bam realized u obviously were seeing someone bc u were WAYYY to happy, u decided to snoop

going through u room he ended up finding one of dicos shirts hidden under ur bed

thats when bam decides to confront u about it……

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might make some type of part two to this but it depends if yall want it or not, hope u enjoyed! also please keep sending in requests i love them sm !! yall are so creative i love it sm

[nonniesgf]

Want You Around

one: sweet little wonnie

seong y/n and her little brother jungwon are sent back to the town in which they were raised to spend time with their dad. along the way they make friends, enemies turned friends, and even enemies turned lovers. (loosely ib the last song(2010))

pairing: jay x fem! reader

genre: strangers to enemies to lovers, smau, angst

warnings: (ignore timestamps) swearing, alcohol, suggestive themes, suggestive humor, illness of parent, death

y/n walked into the school and marched into the building. she was annoyed at her brother and was worried that the other kid’s parents wouldn’t take her seriously.

“hi honey, how can i help you?” the receptionist asked as y/n walked through the office door. “i’m here for my younger brother, jungwon seong?” she half smiled as the smile on the receptionist’s face dropped. “oh. right this way!” as she stood to walk y/n back to the conference room she shot a look at the other receptionist and y/n just knew that they were judging her.

“principal james, this is mr. seong’s guardian.” the lady smiled, introducing y/n to the woman who sat at the end of the table. “y/n seong, i’m jungwon’s older sister.” she grinned shaking the woman’s hand. “principal addison james, sorry to meet you under these circumstances. this is niki and his guardian jay park.” she responded introducing the two sitting across from her brother.

the older of the two gave her a glare in which she quickly returned along with an eye roll. niki gazed at her, if he knew someone so beautiful lived in their town he would’ve started throwing punches long ago. jungwon noticed this and scoffed, as he did y/n got reminded to actually look at him. his right eye was swelling and his right hand had an ice pack over it.

“so who want’s to explain themselves first?” the principal questioned. “i was talking to bahiyyih and yunjin after the third bell and then he ran up and punched me!” jungwon exclaimed with a hint of annoyance in his voice. y/n glared at him, girls? really?? his first day, not to mention his first fight and it’s because of two girls???

“DONT ACT SO INNOCENT YOU WERE PULLING ON JEN’S ARM! she was mad uncomfortable and you weren’t taking the hint!” niki shouted back. “BECAUSE HIYYIH AND I WANTED TO EAT OUT FOR LUNCH! noona i swear! you know me! i wouldn’t flirt with someone let alone touch them if they were uncomfortable.” her little brother shouted before looking back at his sister.

y/n knew that jungwon wouldn’t act like that, both of her parents taught him better than that and y/n always made sure he knew how to treat girls. “i believe my brother, he wouldn’t do something like that. he’s never punched someone or done anything like this. it’s definitely not his fault.” she spoke before thowing a sarcastic smile at jay who had been giving her a side eye the entire time she spoke.

“listen, niki wouldn’t just punch someone either okay? obviously the girls had to be uncomfortable. he knows them okay? shit him and hiyyih are practically related by now so the both of you should just admit that jungwon AND niki were both in the wrong.” jay retorted.

now honestly jay knew this was all niki’s fault, the other boy looked like he wouldn’t even kill a fly but still he had to defend the boy. he felt the ego of y/n was too strong and he wasn’t willing to give up now that he already started.

y/n scoffed and stared at the man in disbelief. “are you serious?? he punched him AFTER he got punched! principal james did the girls confirm or deny my brother’s story?” she asked. “they’re actually finishing their lunch up right now but they should be done by now let me go check in my office.” the woman said before walking out of the room.

jay and y/n glared at eachother for a while before y/n turned to jungwon. “you okay won?” the sister asked getting a nod he could tell she was disappointed in him, and it made him regret ever punching niki back. “i’m sorry, noona.” he sighed looking down to his lap.

niki was just on his phone, trying to find y/n’s instagram and jay rolled his eyes at him. jay knew that niki started this and he also knew why the boy really started it. he normally wouldn’t have cared less what was happening around him and usually he’d be the ones begging the girls to go somewhere. but being away from his parents was hard and he hadn’t seen them in so long. that morning sunghoon found niki in their backyard asleep in the hammock dried tears down his face. the five older boys talked to him during breakfast almost till noon, sunoo and jake even being late to work just to make sure niki was okay.

niki would probably be apologetic at home but he couldn’t be vulnerable at school especially in front of the new kid. he saw an opportunity that morning and took it. he didn’t show it but he also regretted his actions and he knows that hiyyih and jen will be annoyed with him for a while.

the principal walked in hiyyih and yunjin behind her. y/n recognized hiyyih from the afternoon she spent with kai and ningning. the girls shared the bench on the other end of the table after introducing themselves to y/n. “girls, what happened earlier?” principal james questioned.

“well we had spent the first two periods with jungwon and our lunch bell rang, we were having fun so we invited him to eat with us.” yunjin started. “yeah, jungwon and i wanted to go to the cafe in town but jen wanted the pasta from the lunch menu today.” hiyyih continued. “and at first hiyyih was tugging at my arm then the both of them but hiyyih got a text from niki asking what we were doing for lunch.” “i stopped to text him back then heard him call out to me from the back entrance and when he saw jungwon and jen everything just happened.” hiyyih finished both apologetically looking to the seong siblings and jay as they spoke.

“jennifer, were you uncomfortable?” the principal asked. “not at all! we were just messing around with eachother.” the girl sighed reaching her hand on top of jungwon’s reassuring the boy. “thank you girls, you can get your stuff from my office and head home for the day, i’ll send your teachers a letter.” and with that the five were left in the room.

“other than punching niki AFTER he punched him, how was my brother in the wrong, jackass?” y/n questioned, the last part in a scoff. jay simply rolled his eyes and looked to the principal. “what’s the punishment gonna be ma’am?”

“well for starter’s both of you will have off campus privileges revoked this term, we don’t tolerate violence, so consider it a warning! both of you will have lunch detention together, niki you’ll have a third week with me in my office. i also expect you to write an apology to jungwon and his family, you can give us a preview now.” the woman spoke looking to each guardian in approval.

jay nudged him and the boy stood up, “jungwon, i’m sorry. i had no reason to punch you, i just wasn’t in the right headspace. i’m sorry this is how we met, you definitely left me with a nasty bruise though.” he smiled before holding his hand out for a hand shake. jungwon smiled and accepted the handshake “thanks, my eye’s probably gonna be sore for a minute. i’m sorry too, punching you was uncalled for on my end.” niki nodded before shifting towards y/n, “miss seong, i’m sorry for causing you trouble today. i shouldn’t have let my feelings control me in that way, i really am sorry.” he said bowing to the older girl.

she saw a look of sincerity in the boys eyes and smiled. “it’s okay kid, where do you think jungwon got it from. honestly i understand, there’s lots of ways to use that anger in you niki, promise me you’ll make it productive.” the boy nodded and the two exchanged smiles.

“okay well that’s fine with me if it is with you two!” the principal spoke as she stood, both y/n and jay nodded and followed the woman’s actions. she shook each of their hands before walking out. as the boys gathered their belongings jay approached y/n.

“about that i knew that it was niki’s fault he’s just going through things right now and i wanted to be supportive. i’m sorry, to both of you.” jay spoke to the siblings. jungwon nodded and shook jay’s hand but y/n stared him down.

“i get that, really, i do. but you protecting him isn’t actually beneficial to him. he needs to learn from his mistakes. he doesn’t need to be babied or spoiled.” y/n sighed. “whatever’s going on kid, your feelings are valid but you can’t act out like that. mistakes add up and sometimes they’re irreversible.” she spoke as the group approached the door, ruffling the boys hair after.

as the four walked out of the building hiyyih and jen were waiting they immediately apologized again to both jay and y/n. “it’s okay girl’s really it’s not your fault.” jay sighed nudging niki. “hiyyih, do you need a ride home i know kai’s working?” jay asked before taking out his keys.

“oh um, we actually were gonna see if we could get a ride with you, unnie? we have a science project from first period to work on with jungwon?” hiyyih frowned to jay before smiling to y/n. “of course! let’s go, i need to get home anyway.” y/n smiled.

and mere seconds after that the cars took different paths to the neighboring houses. “oh my god!” jen exclaimed.

“YOU GUYS ARE NEIGHBORS WITH JAY AND NIKI!?!”

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A/N: sorry for all the reading hahah just felt it was necessary to get the story going!!

taglist: open :) @shinrjj @en-adri

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Enora In Skyrim part 3

Three weeks have passed since Tally and Enora became a traveling duo,with Tally being the main one good at fighting off bandits,wolves,and whatever dangers try to kill them along the way, and Enora being the one good at healing and getting them into trouble. The small imperial woman has quickly grown on Tally,her cheerful disposition making even the dreary days of rain and water logged boots happy ones. He also has to admit that she is quite easy on the eyes,and he wouldn't mind making her squeal in ways that'd make Sanguine himself blush. 

One of the things Tally enjoys most about Enora is how she fusses over him and treats him. After every fight he wins,she is there looking him over,gentle hands holding his face as she makes sure he doesn't have any signs of a head injury or any wounds that need tending. When they camp she will make him the best apple cabbage stew he's ever tasted and mend any holes in his clothing that he's gotten in battle or from walking the roads. During the nights at camp she tends to hum or babble about whatever is going on in her pretty little head at the time. 

Currently both of them are camping in eastmarch after having heard rumors of a man having been caught by some thalmor,both of them planning to help said man. Enora is making sure there are no holes in Tally's clothes while Tally warms himself by the fire and eats the soup Enora made from him,a warm pastry full of sweet apples and sugar also on his plate for him to devour.

Enora's gentle humming mixes with the sound of crickets chirping and the fire crackling. Tally finds himself curious about his cute companion and decides to voice a question or two.

Tally: So….I’ve told you about my sisters and parents…do you have any family Enora? Any siblings?

Enora:*Looks up from her sewing with her signature sweet smile,her eyes shining with love and a bit of nostalgia as she thinks of her family* Oh yes! I’m the eldest daughter in my family,but my brother Eli has the title of Eldest Child, I have 3 younger sisters,Mary,Divinia,and Ophelia is the youngest.

Tally: Oh? And your parents?

Enora: They passed when I was 8 years old. See i was born in the Imperial City in quite a lovely house,my older brother said my arrival caused much fuss as my mother’s labor wasn’t an easy one. My mother worked as a secretary for the East Empire Company and my father as a Blacksmith and Jewelry crafter. I was rather close with both of my parents,mama would read to me and let me help organize her books and papa would let me pick which gems to put in the circlets and lockets he would make to sell at upcoming fairs and festivals. *she smiles fondly as she thinks back to her early childhood*

Tally:*a small pang of jealousy hits his heart,but he shakes it off,he’s happy she had a happy childhood* They sound like they were lovely parents. You must have been happy together.

Enora: We were…then the illness broke out. At first it stayed around the docks and slums,then it hit the shopping areas. My baby sister,Ophelia, was the first in our family to get it. She was only a toddler at the time and I remember the fear and hushed whispers of my parents. Mama wouldn’t leave her side,she made her soups and teas and took time off work. The temple healers weren’t sure if she would make it. Then Mama,Mary,and Divinia fell ill. Papa made preparations for me and Eli to be sent away but then he fell ill. Me and Eli did our best to take care of everyone. Ophelia and my other sisters got better,slowly at first and one of the temple priests took them to stay in his home,he offered to take us but me and Eli refused to leave mama and papas side. Then one night,mama’s wheezing went silent…she had asked for me to get her some water,and when i returned she was so silent…I don’t remember what happened after that, Eli says he heard me scream and then a thud. The shock had been too much for me and I had fainted. Papa would pass a few hours later,the temple priests and Eli sitting with him. 

Tally: I’m sorry for your loss…especially at such a young age. As an older sibling I understand the shouldering of responsibilities such as caring for sick loved ones,but I have not yet had to deal with the loss of my parents.

Enora: Its Okay,sometimes i wonder what life would have been like if they had lived but then I wouldn’t have met you. 

After that pretty heavy conversation,Tally and Enora would prepare for bed and sleep for the night. Well Enora slept,Tally stayed up till 4am watching her sleep and thinking about what he had learned about his Enora. She had experienced loss and great change at such a young age,and yet she grew into someone with such a cheerful and kind nature. She didn’t speak often of her family,but then again neither did he. Looking down at her as she slept curled up into his arms, he made a silent vow to not let anyone or anything break her heart,not if he could help it.

[icelynia]

Also don’t just go posting information about yourself everywhere online. It’s your choice how much you share about yourself, but keep in mind that the more details you share, the easier it will be to narrow you down.

I’ll give an example here of how tiny details could build up with five fake posts that someone could make:

Post 1: I’m 13 and I can say that’s this information is not true of all 13 year olds.

This gives both age/narrows down your birth year to ~3 different years.

Post 2: I have 4 older sisters (32F, 29F, 26F, 22F) and 1 younger brother (9M) and have no idea what presents to get them. Any ideas??

This now gives your family size. We are now looking for a 13 year old with 4 older sisters and 1 younger brother. This narrows the possibilities more.

Post 3: People really don’t understand what living with *insert mental illness here* is like. They always say it’s X when that’s literally never true! Y is way more common. Ask me, I would know!🙃

Now we are looking for a 13 yr old who has 4 older sisters and 1 younger brother who also has *this mental illness*. Shrinks more.

Post 4: Living in the USA sucks! I wish I was in a Swedish or Denmark school!

We now have a country. We are looking for an American 13 year old with 4 older sisters/1 younger brother of those ages and who has *this mental illness* . The possible pool shrinks even more.

Post 5: Living as a short guy in Tennessee really sucks. Everyone is so tall around here. Even the other boys my age around here are taller.

With the final post we can put together a full picture of this person. Here we have a 13 year old boy who lives in Tennessee and has 4 older sisters who are 32, 29, 26, 22 and 1 younger brother who is 9M. This boy also has *this mental illness* and add all this information together to get John Doe who lives at 1234 NotReal Ave, with his parents and siblings.

Now, someone would have to be insane to do this and we all think that this wouldn’t happen to us, but it can and we should all be at least willing to think about protecting ourselves. If you want to learn more this concept is called your Digital Footprint.

Other notes:

Don’t post photos of yourself somewhere until you leave that place. People (an ex, a random, a stalker, etc.) could use those posts to figure out where you are and could hurt you using that. Live posting of photos/videos could also give information about your daily routine. If you always post from the mall at 5PM on Thursday and the laundromat every other day from 2-3, then that is basically giving people your routine. Also, if you think people wouldn’t be able to find the place-yes they can. A photo of even a blank wall can tell someone who knows what they’re doing where you are. If you don’t believe me, watch anyone who’s good at Geoguessers. Also this guy who using the clips from the teasers released from Jet Lag: The Game has been able to find the exact spots for every shot. The clips are each only a second or two long, yet Hamfrags and the other Jet Lag fans are able to find the exact places and angles, but are also able to sort them chronologically based on outfits, places, and the sunlight. The below is another link to the same guy.

Also don’t click suspicious links. You never know what they could lead to. The Rickroll has honestly been great for our society since it has made everyone more cautious about clicking links that D4rks0u1xD posts in the comments.

Stay safe and have fun everyone.

TO ANYONE CHATTING TO SOMEONE ONLINE

If you are considering meeting up with someone online use this trick identify who really are who they claim to be:

1. Ask them to Skype 2. If they refuse or can’t for some reason ask for a current selfie 3. If they also refuse or can’t do not meet up with them 4. If they provide one ask them to send another with them holding 3 fingers up 5. If they refuse read step 3 6. If they provide a selfie where they show 3 fingers they are probably for real

(If you’re still unconvinced try again with them drawing something in their hand)

I SAY THIS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY please spread this message as more and more young people are lured out into situations where they get kidnapped because they weren’t 100% sure the person they were talking to was real.