#yes B said everything mentioned above

[maybankslover]

because i liked a boy- jj maybank

jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: use of words slut and bitch, kie is mean, not the obx plot, mention of sex, bit of angst, bit of fluff. in their 20's.

summary: just because she liked a boy

playlist: because I liked a boy by sabrina carpenter

leaving her hometown and moving to the island was what she called a fresh start.

setting up a little flowershop that also sold handmade knitted clothes and everything she would find cute too, her parents supported what she called the right decision.

and so seemed jj maybank when she met him, the boy with blonde hair and charming smile.

"hey you're new." he said smiling at her as she opened her shop.

"hey." she smiled back. "yeah got here a month ago." going back to her task she didn't pay much attention to him.

"cool i'm jj." at the no response he insisted. "what's your name?"

"y/n/n." after cleaning her dirty hands against her jumper she extended her hand. "y/n l/n."

"jj maybank." he took her hand in his and smiled. "need some help?" he nodded towards the boxes filled with flowers and vases.

"yes yes please."

that was the first of many afternoons they spent together.

"god i love this song." jj said turning the radio up. "i got a feeling tururu."

she laughed at his horrible singing. "c'mon i know you love this one too." one of his hands left the steering wheel to pinch her arm.

"stop stop!" giggling at the sensation she followed his lead. "let's go way out spaced out and losin' all control"

"fill up my cup mazel tov, look at her dancin' just take it off." laughing like little kids on the empty streets.

We bonded over Black Eyed Peas and complicated exes

Fell so deeply into it

It was all so innocent

"i've only had one boyfriend." she sighs. "good kid but we weren't meant to be and i'm from a small town so everyone hated me when we broke up because how did i dare to leave such a good kid."

"tell me about it." jj chuckled.

"won't believe you've only had a girlfriend maybank." they weren't looking at each other, too concentrated on the night sky above them as they laid side by side at the beach.

"never had an official one. i guess the closest thing would've been one of my friends but that didn't last long." he sighed.

"you dated one of your friends and you're still friends?"

"yeah like a bit more than a year ago. we share the same friendgroup, kissed a few times and then i realised that it would never work. her parents hate me and what they call pogues aka us the people from the cut." he turned his head to the side and she felt his eyes on her. "either way it never felt right, something was missing."

"have you ever met someone and think maybe this is it for me?" she whispered turning to look at those blue eyes she found herself falling in love with.

"yeah." he shifted closer. "you."

the small gap dissapeared as their lips met and as cliche as it sounded, it was what they'd been missing. those sparks to fly was what they'd been missing their whole lives.

it was easy from the start as if they had known each other their whole lives and maybe that was the first reason kie hated her.

"so i wanted to let y'all know i'll bring y/n tomorrow night." he said sitting down next to pope at the cheatau's sofa.

"the girl from the flower shop?" sarah asked and he didn't miss the way she glanced for a second at kie.

"yeah i think y'all will like her." a smile tugging on jj's mouth. "she's cool."

"cool?" john b smirked. "jj maybank is bringing a girl home and she's just cool?"

"what do you want me to say?" he laughed. "she's more than cool john b."

as the boys entered into a banter sarah moved closer to kie.

"are you okay?"

"yeah what happened between us is old news." she said to her friend but the blonde didn't believe one bit and it worried her a bit.

jj wasn't one to bring a girl home just because.

Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats fillin' up semitrucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked

he had expected a cold shoulder from kie but not from sarah.

"guys this is y/n/n." he smiled at his friends as he held her hand.

pope and john b were the one's to stand up from the beated up couch to greet the girl.

"nice to meet you, i'm john b." the brunette extended his hand and she took the gesture.

"and i'm pope." he said repeating the extended hand.

"nice to meet you both, j has talked a lot about you." she smiled and was startled by a voice coming from behind her.

"all nice things i hope." cleo snikered. "i'm cleo."

she smiled and nodded acknowledging her and then directed her sight to the other two girls sitting further from where they stood.

"hey." kie nodded without replying to her.

"hi i'm sarah and she's kie." sarah gave her a closed smiled before continuing her chat with kie making it a bit akward.

with a beer in hand each they made their way towards the backyard, her and jj following behind the group aside from kiara and sarah that waited for the rest to walk out first.

"that skirt screams slut." kie murmured but not low enough for her to not hear the comment.

"bitch." she was the one to murmur now.

"did you say something baby?" jj looked at her before sitting down and dragging her with him.

"nothing j just shivering a bit."

"told you, you'd get cold but i have the best solution for that." his arm envolved her shoulders and pulled her closer to his chest.

"never thought this day would come." john b whispered to pope as they observed the whole interaction.

I'm the hot topic on your tongue

I'm a rebound gettin' 'round stealin' from the young

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

"so y/n where are you from?" sarah asked.

"uhm i'm from oak hill a small town outside nashville in tennessee." she smiled at her but it wasn't reciprocated.

"and how did you end up here?" the blonde girl was the one to ask again.

"always wanted to move closer to the beach and once i turned 21 i felt it was time." she felt as jj kissed her head. "talked with my folks, grabbed my savings and ended up here."

"and then met me the best part of this story." jj added making them laugh. "ain't that true baby?"

"sure whatever helps you sleep at night." she winked at pope who continued laughing. "but yeah that's how and it's been what six months?"

"yep we met five back."

"since when does he remember dates?" kie said to cleo trying not to be heard.

"since he met her i guess." cleo shrugged her shoulder not giving a lot of attention to the matter.

I'm not catastrophizing, everything's derailing

Was only tryna hold you close while your heart was failing

It's not internet illusion, just two kids going through it

You said I'm too late to be your first love, but I'll always be your favorite

"they hate me j." she insisted the next morning as they had breakfast in her kitchen.

"no they don't, kie is being inmature and sarah i don't know what's her deal." he sighed. "but they don't hate you otherwise cleo wouldn't have talked to you at all and pope loves you, that's what matter."

"and john b?"

"john b is a chill guy he likes everyone." but that didn't make her feel better.

"j i'm being serious." her eyes portraited a bit of dissapointment. "like those are your friends."

"and you're my girl, i don't care what sarah thinks or if kie can't put things behind her almost two years later." he stood from the bar stool and grabbed her waist. "all i care is us, this right here alright?"

Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats fillin' up semitrucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked

I'm the hot topic on your tongue

I'm a rebound gettin' 'round stealin' from the young

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

"kiara is saying jj left her for the flower shop girl like a homewrecker type of thing" a girl on another aisle of the supermarket said. "weren't them broken up like a year back?"

"they never were really together." another female voice.

"what a bitch to be saying that kind of shit about someone."

jj was fumming at what he was listening while she stood still.

"much for a fresh start i guess." she chuckled and continued grabbing things they needed thinking he was following her but realised he wasn't when the shop's door slamed hard signaling someone had left. "jj!" leaving the cart alone she went after her boyfriend.

"john b gather everyone at the cheatau, we'll be there in an hour and tell kiara to better be there." she had never heard him so mad at someone.

"j let's not make a big deal."

"nah i'm done playing nice. we're adults, you're my girl and you have a shop." he runned his hands through his hair. "i'm not letting a childish shit ruin what you're bulding by her running stupid rummors that aren't even true."

Fell so deeply into it

It was all so innocent

Dating boys with exes

No, I wouldn't recommend it

so that's how she ended sat down on a chair while jj gave the speech of his life.

"stop the shit kiara." the anger in his voice was palpable. "because today we heard as someone said you're saying y/n 'homewrecked' us?" he said as simultaneously doing quoting marks. "there was nothing to homewreck not back then and less of all when i met her."

"jj..." sarah tried to interrupt but he didn't let her.

"and sarah you keep yourself out of this because ignoring her and making snarky comments just to side with kie? that's low." he scoffed. "grow the fuck up you two because we're all 21 and y/n isn't going anywhere."

"homeboy's in love." he heard cleo said and chuckled.

"damn right i am so either move on from something that never existed in the first place or just keep her name and her business from your mouth because some of us don't have daddy to back up our losses if in what you invested your savings fails."

john b nudged sarah. "say sorry." he whispered and incentivated his girlfriend to do the right thing.

"i'm sorry, i don't even know you and i was already against you." the blonde said.

"thank you." she didn't look at kiara, didn't expect a apology from an angry inmature girl.

notynln & maybankj

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@notynln & @maybankj  too late to be your first love but I'll always be your favorite ✯༄✯

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[akira-dulbar]

The Life You Left Behind - Part 1/3: Discovery

part 2 part3 part4 part5

Summary: Before Jason died, he had a relationship with a classmate. Years later, Damián is struck by the resemblance a child has to his brother Jason.

Warning: Mentions of teen pregnancy, breaking and entering, slight mention of caffeine addiction, swearing, mention of religion. (I honestly don't know what else to add.)

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Damian was a warrior. From birth, he was trained to face everything and everyone, and not surprise anyone in the process.

But that child…

When Alfred picked him up from school that day, nothing seemed strange. It wasn't until they stopped at a red light that Damian realized there was a kindergarten a few blocks from his school. The place was fenced (for the children's safety), the building was red, and had a flower arrangement of all kinds (which didn't surprise him). He could see the children running back and forth. But what caught his attention wasn't the racket those children were making, but rather the fact that there was one sitting further away from the rest, facing the road with his legs crossed on the grass and a book resting on his lap, seemingly very focused on whatever he was reading.

Now, there was nothing unusual about a child reading during recess, or about the child being isolated from the rest; that was everyone's taste (he did it too, rather than waste his time in unnecessary conversations), but there was something about that child that disturbed him somehow.

Normal people would try to ignore it, but then again, Damián wasn't normal. He was raised for greatness. His father was the best detective in the world, and therefore, he also considered himself the best, better than Drake (although he was a worthy opponent, he would deny it his entire life). So, he stared at the child, trying to figure out why he was so disturbed.

Is it the way he sat? No. The way he dressed? That doesn't make sense. Is it the way he furrowed his eyebrows while reading? He had to admit it reminded him of someone, but it was still strange.

Before he knew it, the light had already changed, and he still hadn't figured out the root of the concern. It wasn't until Alfred was about to set off that the boy decided to raise his head and…

"Oh my God," Damian said, "so now he wasn't religious, just like the rest of his family wasn't. But when electric blue eyes looked at him, he felt like someone from above was playing a trick on him. And it wasn't just the eyes, no, it was also the way she looked at him and how identical he was to his brother… Damian just stared at one point, his head full of questions.

"A clone? Probably, but if he was a clone, it wouldn't make sense for him to be in kindergarten." But Damian knew something wasn't right, since a clone was identical to a person, and even though this boy was identical to his brother, there were still things that didn't fit, like his nose and mouth were different from Jason's.

"Young Master Damian, is something wrong?" When he realized, Alfred was holding the door for Damian to come down, looking at him with concern and warmth. Damian knew not responding was disrespectful and that he should answer the butler (also his father's adoptive father) calmly, but all Damian could do was blink several times.

"Are you okay? Is something hurting?" "Yes, something is wrong." No, nothing hurts, but that's not what he's going to tell Alfred now, not until he resolves this. Besides, he'll surely find out somehow in the end. It's Alfred, for God's sake.

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When Tim woke up this morning, he thought it would be like every other Wednesday: going to college, solving a case, and drinking coffee until his body thought it had had enough for today and collapsed, or he'd stay awake until someone (mostly Alfred) forced him to get some sleep.

But what he didn't expect was his younger brother Damian (with whom he has a love/hate relationship) in front of the Batcomputer, looking at images and websites from a kindergarten a few blocks from Damian's school.

"May I know what you're doing?" Tim hoped it wasn't that Damian had gotten into a fight with a kid and was now seeking revenge. Because if that were the case, he'd have to talk to Bruce and Dick once and for all.

"None of your business, Drake." Damian continued to flip through group photos of several kids in the kindergarten, stopping at one and then opening another tab, without even glancing at it.

"God, it's too early for this," Tim could only think, needing an extra-strong black coffee and a new, preferably more pleasant, younger brother (though deep down he knew he'd miss this bat-child demon). He had every intention of leaving when something on the screen caught his attention.

"Are you looking for birth records?" Tim prays that Damian isn't thinking of kidnapping a child; they've already got enough with Bruce's adoption tendency.

"It's good to know your eyes aren't failing you, Drake." Tim wants to strangle him, but he didn't want another scolding from Dick (or Alfred). Anyway, this couldn't be left like this.

"If you're thinking of kidnapping a child, I'll call Bruce." Please don't let that be it.

"I'm not going to kidnap anyone. There's no need to call anyone."

"Then enlighten me. What are you doing looking for birth certificates, because what I think is you're going to make someone disappear?"

"Nobody cares about your way of thinking, Drake."

"I'll call Dick." Tim watched as Damian remained silent for a few seconds, then looked back at him (perhaps checking if he was capable of doing it) and sighed. He then turned back to the batcomputer and started opening more tabs.

Tim was about to pick up his phone and have a serious chat with Dick about Damian's behavior. Until he said, he turned to him and pointed out a specific photo out of many.

Tim leaned closer to look at the photo, realizing it was a group photo of several kindergarten children that Damian had previously had on the screen. He honestly didn't know what he was looking at because they were just the typical photos the kindergartens posted on their social media from each year with different grades. Oh, that's what he thought until his eyes fell on the image of a boy with a book in his hands, clutching it to his chest and looking at the camera with a smile.

"A clone?" That was the only answer Tim could have come up with because, as far as he was concerned, there was no other explanation for a six-year-old (maybe five?) boy looking so much like his older brother (with whom he also has a love/hate relationship, damn it), and he doubted Jason was even in kindergarten at that age. (The photo also showed the date it was taken, so it was impossible for it to have been taken now since Jason is 21.)

"No," needless to say, Tim didn't like that answer at all.

"What do you mean, no? We're seeing the same thing, aren't we?"

"Tt, it can't be that your eyes are failing, Drake. Even the worst detective would realize he has to look at the entire screen." Okay, Tim was offended by that because he knew beforehand that he was still in second place in that category, and it was Damian who told him to look at the photo, not the entire Batcomputer screen, so where he's concerned, he's a good detective.

In any case, he looked at the screen again, and there were several photos (as he noticed earlier), but not all of them were from kindergarten. Some were, but from years past, where the boy was getting younger and younger. He also noticed that in some of them, a young woman, not quite in her twenties, appeared with the child in her arms. In this photo, the child was closer to the camera, and his resemblance to Jason was even more striking.

Tim felt that the conclusion he would reach would turn his stomach. He didn't want to look any further, as he felt like he had opened Pandora's box (although it was Damian who opened it). It wasn't until his eyes looked at three photos that he felt his heart leap out of his body. On the left is an older photo from school with the same woman as before, but much younger (damn, she looked younger than Tim, and he's 17) and with his damn undead brother.

Tim is surprised that Jason, before and after his death, doesn't look so much like the same person, since in the photo he looks thinner and smaller than he does now, where he looks like a damn elephant (thanks, Lazarus Pit).

In any case, in the photo they're both smiling and holding hands, looking very happy. Which is fine, normal when you're with your girlfriend and you're as happy as a clam. But the other two photos are what make Tim reconsider his decision to not have slept when Alfred told him to, because otherwise he wouldn't be having to look at these images, but instead he'd be snuggled up in his bed and at peace.

In both photos, you could see the same young woman from the previous one, but something had changed. One photo was holding an ultrasound (God have mercy on Tim), and in the other, she was disheveled in a hostel room with a baby in her arms (a baby… a fucking baby, for God's sake, Jason, what did you do?). Now Tim understands Alfred and his need to keep giving the "talk"…

God, he feels so tired… And he still hasn't even finished his sixth cup of extra-strong black coffee of the day.

"When was the baby born?" Tim could only close his eyes as he asked. It could still be a dream, right? Faith is the last thing you lose (although no one in this family was religious).

"7 and a half months after Jason's death." All Tim could think about was how old Jason was at that moment.

"So, at 15, he got a girl pregnant a month and a half before he died?" When Tim saw that Damian was about to answer, he interrupted him.

"No, Damian, it wasn't a question… The damn thing," Tim decided, deciding that the next time he saw Jason, he would strangle him just like Homer Simpson would do to his son Bart…

"There's still a chance…" Tim looked at Damian in disbelief and saw that Damian was looking at him calmly and gently, as if trying to calm him down (which is nice to know the little devil cares about him).

"Which one?" Okay, denying the child might not be the best idea, considering all the evidence that yes, it could be Jason's son (Tim feels his mouth go dry after thinking of the child as his brother's son), but they can't blame him; this alone is bad enough.

"A DNA test. We need something from the child to compare with Jason's DNA." The Batcomputer had DNA from everyone in the family in case something happened and it was needed. So, trying to get Jason's DNA was already solved. However, Tim feels there's still a small chance that the child wasn't Jason's, but it's a possibility that will be embraced with open arms.

"Where does he live?" Okay, Tim. One step at a time. First, an extra strong black coffee, and then we'll get to work.

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Again, when Tim woke up that morning after passing out from exhaustion the night before, he didn't think he'd find himself trying to break into a kid's apartment to steal some DNA and test if he was his brother's son (who, if found, would strangle him for nearly having a seizure). If someone had told him that, he'd look at him like he was crazy and try to prove he was under the influence of something.

But here he is, opening the window to the kid's room and going in to prove he's not Jason's son (again, Tim feels his mouth go dry)…which is great!…

It wasn't difficult for Tim to get into the room (which is worrying because it's not very safe), and the first thing he saw was the large shelf full of books against a wall (which, for his own peace of mind, he tried not to look at). There were also a bunch of dinosaur toys, some Superman figures, and a number of Wonder Woman figures and statues (which I also ignored, for his own good).

He went to what seemed like the window display to see if he could find a comb with the boy's hair so he could get out of there. But it seemed God wasn't on his side because when he found the comb, he realized it didn't have a single hair of the boy's (which was great for him). Tim could only frown and sigh because again, nothing had gone his way.

When Tim felt something moving, he quickly turned around to check the threat, but realized the boy in the bed had rolled over to lie on the other side, leaving his hair in place. Without further ado, Tim approached him so he could cut a few of his hair without much force so as not to wake him and be able to leave.

Now, since he entered the apartment, Tim didn't want to look at the boy so as not to confirm the truth that he might be his brother's son, making him his nephew. So he quickly ripped out two pieces of hair and then went straight to the window to leave, when he was about to leave, for some strange reason he felt he had to turn around, there was no going back if he turned around, he would be confirming something he didn't want to know, so without further ado he went out the window back to the batcave with two pieces of hair for the DNA test.

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Well, it turns out it doesn't matter whether you turn around or not, because it still came back positive, which made Tim's stomach churn.

"So now?" Tim felt like he needed three extra strong black coffees to get this over with.

"I have to say, even though it wasn't what we planned, the result seemed pretty obvious."

"Haha," Tim could feel himself about to throw up, and he didn't want to imagine when Jason found out…

"Wait…"

"Oh God," Tim had just realized something.

"Oh God, how are we going to tell him??"

"Drake…"

"How are we going to tell him?!" Tim started pacing, getting louder and louder.

"Drake…!!!" Tim didn't seem to see how Damian was tense in the Batcomputer chair.

"HOW ARE WE GOING TO TELL JASON HE HAS A SON?!" Tim yelled desperately at Damian, who in turn kept looking behind him.

"What?" Tim tensed when he recognized that voice, Dick.

"Hey, replacement, what are you talking about?" Tim turned around and could clearly see three figures: Batman, Red Hood, and Nightwish. The first one still had his mask on and kept staring at the Batcomputer with a frown, while the other two were staring at him and Damian.

"No, wait…" Tim couldn't think of a congruent response, considering the Batcomputer still had everything about the boy, along with three DNA tests (yes, three, because the third time's the charm), and they approached the Batcomputer after not receiving a response, which Tim knew was over. (The good thing about this is that he let Damian explain, after all, he was the one who opened Pandora's box.)

-Red Robin report- yep, let Damian explain everything to Batman (and his brothers). After all, he's already done enough and urgently needed three more strong black coffees to relieve this tension he's feeling.

-Oh God, Jason, what did you do?- he watched as Dick stared at Jason, who was still staring at the Batcomputer screen and looked like he was going to die again, but this time it wouldn't be the Joker's fault.

-!!!!!…- And when he heard something (or rather, someone) collapse to the floor, fainting (Jason, probably after seeing the evidence), all he could do was sigh.

-(It's going to be a long night)-

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I have this 3-part mini story in Spanish, but I'm missing the English one, If I see that you like it, I will upload the other two parts, if not, then here it is. anyway, I don't know English.

[agirlwithglam]

Do you ever feel sick and don't feel like doing anything when the day before you told yourself you were going to do a glow up, live always the best ecc..?

yes definitely! unless i'm actually sick and incapable of doing anything, i will at least try. you didn't ask for advice, but here we go anyways. when i feel like that, heres a few things i do:

how to do things when you don't feel like doing them: (from personal experience)

believe that you can do anything. dont roll your eyes at me! dont skip this part either. this is the main point that gets me going every single time. i truly believe that i can do anything, that i am capable of literally anything that i want to achieve. if i want it, i will have it. that is the first mindset you must have when it comes to this.

start small/ make it fun. yes, ofc i said this. if you can't do a full 1 hour workout, do some pushups/squats/lunges and go for a bike ride or a walk with a friend. what i do when im going bike riding with a friend is we go to a mall and buy drinks there! so make it fun! adding friends to whatever you need to do certainly makes it fun. another thing you can do is if you need to read, you can create a cosy spot in your room with scented candles and a little snack and everything and sit and read there. just the idea of it gets me excited!

treat yourself like a project/ robot. now THIS is something that has certainly gotten my some discipline. we as humans have emotions and feelings and moods. sometimes we don't wanna do stuff, and we actually cave into that. if you promised yourself that you would change your life, switch off your emotions and moods. treat yourself like a robot or an "apprentice" that you're training to become the best.

reward yourself! so you can either reward the action (like reading or studying) or the outcome (like finishing a book or getting a high mark on a test). decide what works the best for you. example: you don't wanna study? you can either a) reward yourself for studying with some free time with friends or watching your fav show or b) you can reward your self by the score you get on the test (ex if you got higher than 80%= a certain thing on your wish list, above 90%= a better thing on your wish list, 100%= the thing you've wanted for ages) you don't wanna read? you can either.. a) reward yourself for reading for x amount of minutes or b) you can reward yourself for finishing a book in a certain amount of time.

alter egosss. i know, i mention this quite often, but trust me this actually gives such a burst of emotion! embody someone else/ a different version of you that can best handle the situation. im gonna make a whole post on alter egos soon cus i mention it in a lot of my posts.

EDIT:

Please remember that if ur actually sick or genuinely feeling really low, remember to rest!! Remember to take time to relax and slow down. Take care of yourself honey <3

thats it for now! i hope this helped <3

btw heres a big master-post to how to get things done when you dont want to (not by me)

[justanothermemestrider]

40k Nsfw Alphabet - Ferrus Manus x F! Reader

Aaaaaand now, a return to regular programming.

I'm kicking off with a request I've gotten from a few people: the big metal caveman himself Ferrus Manus.

Apologies for spelling and grammar errors, as well as lore inaccuracies. Also I'm taking requests rn, so please let me know in the comments, reblogs, my dms or my asks.

Hope you guys enjoy!

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

In my opinion, Ferrus Manus is damned good at aftercare. He's not a master by any means (he's no Vulkan or Sangy lol), but he's got the competency and he's got the desire to make you feel comforted and cared for. That being said, he's still going to go about it like an Iron Hand: mechanically and efficiently.

When the act is complete and you two are lying in bed after, be prepared to be bombarded with questions: how are you feeling? Are you comfortable? Do you need a glass of water? Do you want him to hold you? If the answer to the latter is yes, how do you want to be held? Big spoon? Little spoon? Traditional embrace?

All of these things, Ferrus asks and executes for you with an earnest, almost grim seriousness that you find deeply amusing.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands because they are everything his are not: soft, gentle, warm and tender. He loves it when you cradle his cheeks, claw into his chest when you're riding him and cling to his back when he's on top.

Favourite parts of his body are probably his shoulders and chest for the reasons mentioned up above.

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

Ferrus doesn't like making a mess, and his favourite place to finish is deep inside you. But, if you were to ask him to finish somewhere else for your own pleasure or enjoyment, he'd happily oblige.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This man is a bottom. A massive, submissive bottom. On similar vibes to Guilliman and Dorn, Ferrus finds being a strong, immovable rock of a Primarch very exhausting. So, behind closed doors, with the women who loves him most, he likes being able to let that persona go.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ferrus has no first hand experience, but after getting together with you, he made it his mission to get educated. He didn't want to disappoint you, and he was also (internally) anxious about making a fool of himself.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where you're on top. As mentioned earlier, this man is a bottom. He was you taking the lead.

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

Deadly serious. All the time. Every time. The seriousness is cranked up to 120%

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

Ferrus is the 2nd hairest Primarch after Leman Russ. Not just downstairs, but his chest, back and everywhere else (except his arms, obviously). Unlike Russ, though, Ferrus keeps his hair very well groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It will take a bit of time, but eventually I see Ferrus becoming one of the more emotionally intimate primarchs. In the HH books, his entire arc is his relearning the importance of emotionality, the "strength to be gentle" so to speak. Being in a relationship with you would accelerate that arc, leading to him becoming a surprisingly romantic man. He's still stoic and stern, of course, that's his personality after all. But underneath that is an inherently compassionate heart that, eventually, becomes capable of great and deep love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The necrodermis covering his hands and arms makes masterbating super uncomfortable for poor Ferrus. If he's got urges, he needs either a toy or you in order to satiate them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The aforementioned submissiveness includes a little bit of bondage if Ferrus is feeling particularly stressed out or worn down.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bedroom- it's a matter of efficiency and effectiveness. The bed is the most comfortable for you, everything you both need to pleasure each other is all there, and there's absolutely no chance of you being interrupted or walked in on.

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

Any physical advances or teases on your part has Ferrus feeling hopelessly aroused. An embrace from behind, a hand on his knee that slowly traces up to his inner thigh. Anything like that gets this man flustered and hard almost instantly.

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

Anything that involves hurting (pretending or otherwise), degrading or overpowering you. Blood, violence and brutality are part of his job, he doesn't want to bring any of that into the bedroom.

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

He far prefers to give and he's HELLA good at it. He's basically perfected the technique. The reason for this is because he knows he can't use his hands (or at least, he doesn't feel comfortable using them), because the risk of hurting you is way to high.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. Ferrus doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't want to risk being rough lest he grip you too hard with his metal hands or hurt you with his enormous size and weight. He prefers it when you set the pace; he will only go as fast or as rough as you are.

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

While Ferrus prefers taking his time with you, he's not against quickies. And he's damned good at them, too. He is efficient, after all. Efficient and effective. Whether you've got two minutes with him or two hours, Ferrus is making you finish.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Ferrus isn't much of a risk taker. He knows what works for him and what works for you and he doesn't really see the point is changing that. Very much a "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" kinda mindset.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Typical Primarch stamina. All night, all day, as many rounds as you can physically endure.

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

Ferrus is 100% into the idea of toys, both your use of them and his own. If you ask him, he'll even forge some for you ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ferrus isn't a tease at all. If he wants you, he's gonna tell you explicitly, in the most direct, clunky and verbose way possible.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The first few times you sleep together, Ferrus is pretty modest with his noises; panting and grunting, primarily. But, as he grows more comfortable, he'll get loud. Quite loud.

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

Part of the reason why, before the Istvaan 3, Ferrus had resolved to find a way to remove the necrodermis from his hands, is because he wants to be able to touch you properly. With his own skin, not alien metal. Good thing he made it back from Istvaan safe and sound and with his head intact, right?

Right?

Guys?

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

E N O R M O U S. Only Primarch whose bigger is Vulkan. Nothing more, your honour.

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

Not that high. His own desire, Ferrus keeps on a fairly short leash. Both because of his personality, but also so he can focus entirely on his missions. However, if you need to be satisfied, he'll drop everything to give you what you need.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ferrus is never asleep before you. Ever. Not until he's absolutely certain you are comfortable, safe and have had all your needs tended to.

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[delicatebarness]

winters widow | chapter x

Summary: The shock of the incident still haunts you as Lord James faces the consequences of his actions.

Warning: Mentions of previous Sexual Assault. Violence. Murder. Trauma and Revenge.

Word Count: 1599

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The gentle sound of water pouring into the bath was meant to be soothing, but today, it only heightened your fear. Two of your attentive and careful handmaidens began to move closer to you, their intentions clear. They were to help you out of your nightgown and into the warm water. Yet, the mere thought of being touched by anyone filled you with a deep, unshakeable dread. 

“Please, my lady, allow us to assist you,” one of the handmaidens said softly, her hands reaching for the string on your gown.

“No!” you cried out, your voice trembling. Stumbling back, your breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Their touch, gentle as it was, felt like an unbearable intrusion.

Alarmed, unsure of what to do, the handmaidens immediately stepped back. They exchanged worried looks before one quickly rushed out of the room. Her steps echoed down the hallway as she went to the council chamber.

Within the council chamber, Lord James was in deep discussion with the advisors, but he knew something was wrong the moment the handmaiden burst in, pale and out of breath. 

“My lord,” she panted, “Lady Romanoff… she needs–” 

Lord James did not wait for further explanation, nor for the handmaiden to finish her sentence before he pushed back his chair and rushed out the door within an instant. His long strides took him swiftly through the Reach’s corridors. Hurrying behind him, the handmaiden tried to keep up with him, concern still etched on her face. 

Reaching his chambers, Lord James could hear the muffled sound of your panic and refusal from within. He threw open the door and saw you, standing by the bath and clutching your nightgown tightly against your chest. Your eyes widened with fear. Standing helplessly nearby, the other handmaiden was unsure how to help. 

“Out, now,” Lord James commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. “Leave us.” 

Obeying immediately, the handmaidens bowed their heads and exited the chamber. Lord James closed the door behind them. He turned to you, his expression softening as he approached.

“My love,” he gently said, his voice instantly soothing your frayed nerves. “It’s just me now. You’re safe.” 

Tears streamed down your face as you looked up at him. “I can’t… I can’t James. I’m sorry, I just can’t.” 

His movements were slow and deliberate as he took a step closer. “You have no need to apologize, my love. You do not have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” he paused, his gaze flickering between you and the filled bath. “May I assist you instead? Only if you’re comfortable with that.” 

For a moment, you hesitated but the trust you held in your betrothed, outweighed your fear. Nodding, your voice strained barely above a whisper. “Yes… please.” 

Approaching you with the utmost care, Lord James’ hands were steady and reassuring. He gently undone the spring tying your nightgown together, his eyes never leaving yours. He silently asked for your consent with every move. While you nodded again, he began to wase the fabric over your shoulders and down your arms, his touch respectful and comforting. 

As the nightgown pooled at your feet, he wrapped you in a large, soft towel, keeping you covered and warm. He then guided you to the edge of the bath, trying to disguise the hitch in his breath as he caught sight of the bruising against your skin.

“Step in when you’re ready,” he said, his voice a calming presence in the room. 

Taking a deep breath, you found your strength in his steady gaze. You stepped into the warm water with his help, feeling the heat seep into your tense muscles. Lord James kept hold of the towel until you were fully submerged, he draped it over the side of the tub within easy reach. 

Lord James knelt beside the bath, his hands resting gently on the edge. “I’ll stay right here, my love.” 

You managed a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, James. For everything.” 

His eyes filled with love and understanding, returning the smile. “Always, my love. Always.”

The warmth of the water and Lord James’ presence began to ease the tension in your body. And, for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to relax. If only a little, knowing that you were truly safe with your lord, and wolf by your side. 

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The bath and Lord James’ presence had calmed you significantly, and once you were settled, he left his chambers to allow you some privacy and to return to his duties. 

The council chambers were now empty except for Lord James and his father, Lord George of House Barnes, Lord of Winter’s Reach, and Warden of the North. The atmosphere was tense, the weight of unspoke words hung in the air as Lord Barnes stood with his arms crossed, stern but fair gaze fixed on his son. 

“James,” the seasoned commander began, his voice heavy with disapproval. “We must discuss what you have done.” 

Lord James’ turned to face his father, defiance, and weariness etched on his expression. “Father, I merely did what had to be done. He deserved to pay for what he did to her.” 

Lord Barnes shook his head, frustration etched in his brow. “Acting on vengeance might feel justified, but it jeopardizes our position and our plans to rebuild. We need stability now more than ever, you can not let your emotions cloud your judgment.” 

The White Wolf’s fists clenched at his sides, struggling to keep his anger contained. “Stability? That monster violated the woman I love and you talk about stability? I could not stand by and do nothing.” 

“You think I don’t understand your pain?” His father’s voice rose, his emotions breaking through his usual stoic facade. “I’ve led my men into battle, I have seen horrors that even you can not imagine. But, as leaders James, we must rise above our personal vendettas. Your actions could have far-reaching consequences.”  

Lord James took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering. “Consequences or not, I had to do it. For her. For the peace of mind that she can begin to heal knowing that man is gone.” 

Lord Barnes let out a heavy sigh, his anger giving way to a more somber tone. “And, what about your own peace of mind? This burden you’ve taken on– it will haunt you. Killing him might have satisfied you, but… it won’t erase what happened.” 

“I know, Father,” Lord James’ eyes softened, his thoughts drifting back to you. “I did not wish to rewrite our history. But, I’ll bear that burden if it means she can sleep a little easier. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.” 

Stepping closer, Lord Barnes placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “I may have let my emotions take over. But, I will not regret what I did.” Lord James spoke, breaking the short silence between father and son. 

“Nor should you,” Lord Barnes replied, his tone softening. “But, you must learn to find the balance between protecting those we love and leading our people with a clear head.” 

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As the men delved into discussions about fortifications and resources, there was a sudden commotion erupting outside the council chambers. Sounds of muffled shouts and hurried footsteps grew louder, pulling their attention away from the map of the realm, and spread out plans. 

Lord Barnes frowned, looking toward the door. “What in the Seven Hells is going on out there?” 

As Lord James rose from his seat, the door burst open, and one of the guards, wide-eyed and breathless, stumbled into the room. “My lords, your attention is needed outside. Now.” 

Exchanging a puzzled glance with his father, the lords quickly followed the guard out of the chambers. The scene that greeted them as they stepped into the courtyard was one of awe and chaos.

The people of Winter’s Reach were gathered, fear and curiosity mixed on their faces. In the sky, circling above them, were not one, but three dragons. The creatures cast long shadows over the grounds, their scales reflecting in the sunlight.  

The first dragon held a majestic and commanding presence, landing with a thunderous thud. Its rider, Lady Natasha, dismounted with a practiced ease. Her braided, fiery hair flowed in the wind. Lady Natasha’s dragon, was the eldest and a leader, with its regal bearing and steely gaze exuded authority and strength. 

From the west, a fierce and valiant dragon descended. This dragon, ridden by Lady Yelena, was smaller in stature but no less intimidating. With an almost metallic gleam, the dragon's scales shimmered and its eyes burned with determination. Sliding off her dragon’s back with the grace of a seasoned warrior, Yelena’s expression was that of urgency. 

A much smaller and distinctly adorable dragon, followed closely and riderless. Its scales were a brilliant array of colors, and its eyes sparkled with a playful curiosity. Know for her endearing demeanor and fierce loyalty, Sunflower, Sunny for short, was your dragon. She landed softly, nuzzling Yelena affectionately as they approached the Reach. 

“Why are there suddenly three dragons in the North?” Lord James muttered to himself, bewildered by the appearance of the legendary beasts from the sky. His heart raced as he recognized their riders, shaken by the sudden appearance of your sisters. 

Striding forward, Lady Natasha’s eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Lord James. With the confidence and authority of someone accustomed to command, Yelena followed as the dragons watched over them protectively. 

“James,” Natasha called out, her voice cut through the murmurs of the onlookers. “Where is she? Where is our sister?”

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[lovetei]

Putting myself on anonymous cause I’m a coward… but here were my ideas for Mephisto(keeping it simple lol). They’re relatively calm.

- Mephistopheles with a praise kink. He enjoys when his partner tells his how good he is during sex and that he’s a good boy

- MC helping him with his morning wood

- Mephisto & MC sneaking off during a big formal event for a bit of fun

- Mephi whimpers and begs and I will die on this hill

- Mephisto or MC dressing up for each other in revealing clothing

- Sugar. Daddy. Mephisto.

- aaaand finally, fucking in the newspaper club room during classes.

I'm so sorry for not following the poll! It's just that I love my Mephi baby too much and yes I have a vivid memory on who this anon is ^^

Anon may be calm but I'm not so watch me turn vanilla into something monstrous

This ain't done by the way :b

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Mephistopheles as your everything because he's my everything

Warnings: Overstimulation, Smut, Mentions of Shibari, nicknames, no proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling errors

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GOOD LITTLE BOY!

His knees shake constantly as the pain and pleasure became harder to bear "M-More..!" His mind is a mush and drool flow from his mouth to his chin as his hand is binded above his head and his legs are too, getting forced by the rope to stay open.

His cock is still achingly hard even after cumming for three times "Are you sure you can handle more? You know I'm just joking around when I said you have to cum dry for me to praise you." Chuckles escaped your lips.

"No... Not... About you!" He protested as he suddenly came untouched "AH! No no no! It hurts!" He thrashed around the ropes as cum leaked continuously.

Sobs escaped his lips as his high started to go down but before he can even calm down he felt your hard grip on his cum stained cock "U-Uh! No, wait!" Your pace is brutal, merciless.

His cries for break fell to deaf ears as you continued to stroke his cock "Wow, honey... What a good boy you are!~" You praised, amazed by the fact he managed to stay this long but his reaction is unexpected.

His hips thrusted upwards as his cock spurt out nothing making you grin at his pathetic cries "I- Hurts! AH! No!"

YOU'LL HELP ME RIGHT?

The sounds of wet kisses echoed inside the room as your naked bodies rubbed against each other "Mhm!" You groaned after you felt Mephisto bite your lower lip "Good morning..." His voice is deep and husky, his eyes dark and filled with lust as he greet you.

"I love you." He moaned between kisses as he grope every part of your body, his broad shoulders almost covering your whole body "I love my baby..." His large hands picked your drowsy body up and sat you on his lap.

"I love my sweet heart." His voice is sweet and passionate as he continued to kiss your body over and over again "Why are you so hard..?" You mumbled between kisses as his clothed cock rubbed on your naked ass.

[a-certain-romance]

She can hardly wait

Characters/Ships: Yae Miko x fem!reader & Dehya x fem!reader

Synopsis:

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, a/b/o dynamics (both) possessive tendencies (Miko), biting (Miko), fangs (Miko), mentions of blood (Miko), Praise (Dehya), Riding (Deyha)

In actuality, you had nothing against not wanting Miko to help you through your heat. But you couldn’t help but be somewhat wary of the person she would become when the cycle gets to her.

So when your heat came around the corner and you avoided her as best as you could, this sly fox decides to make no interference whatsoever. If you really think you can handle it alone, so be it. She won’t stop you. Miko knows you’ll need her eventually. It’s only a matter of time until you come crawling to her with tears in your eyes.

In fact, she’ll do things to purposely tease the shit out of you. Showing off her legs more, whispering in your ear with a breathy voice, lingering touches too close for comfort. “I’m sure you must have a good reason to keep this from me. But dear, wouldn’t your rather let me take it from here, hmm?”

She wants you to beg for it. Her favorite part about this whole process is how weak and willing you would undoubtedly become. Miko can smell your desire from a mile away so it’s only a matter of time. She finds this whole idea laughable. What am I going to do, break you? She’s debating it.

It’s all fun and games to her. That is until, your scent starts to attract the attention of others. Left and right, men & women approach you more often, offering their their “assistance” to help satisfy their your needs.

And it ticked Miko off. Tch, like they can do any better. Perhaps she spent too much watching you tremble and not enough time doing anything about it. It’s about time she gives you what you’ve been aching for.

“My, you are desperate little thing” her index finger slides slowly down your stomach. “Tell me. Would you have said yes to them? Those faceless scoundrels who don’t know you like I do.”

“Never, Miko—“

“That’s right, because you’re mine. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good” She taps her finger firmly at your entrance in a familiar pattern. Three, two, one…one, two, three.

“Alright, I believe I’ve teased you long enough. It’s about time to let the world know who you belong to, don’t you think?”

Her pointed teeth pierce the skin right above your collarbone. At the same time, Miko slides the end of her cock past your folds. With that, every sensation becomes heightened. Even though it’s only the tip, you arch yourself close to her.

“Well aren’t you needy” She swipes a bit of blood off her pointed fangs as she smirks down at you. “It’s only just the tip. I’ve barley touched you yet.” Miko leans down to lick your wound clean.

“There. If anyone should dare to defy this mark, they shall answer to me. Now let’s finish this, shall we?”

Dehya on the otherhand is the polar opposite of Miko. She would drop everything to be with you if you called for her. She’s on you in seconds the minute she smells you flare up. Deyha’s managed to keep track of the time of your cycles so she can prepare accordingly. She’s been with you long enough to know the signs: flushed cheeks paired with a stronger scent and a little bit of extra clinginess. It makes her wonder why you’re hiding this time around.

Deyha brings a bag of overnight clothes to your place where you’ve been isolating yourself. She finds you huddled in a pile of blankets, sweating profusely. Only this time it wasn’t because of Sumeru’s intense weather.

“Missed me?”

You mumble out a response to which she shakes her head at. Before tending to your sexual needs, she forces you to drink a cup of water and removes a few blankets from your bed so they won’t get in the way later. You explain afterwards how Dehya’s involvement with Sumeru’s chaos lead to you decide to go through this one on your own since she seemed preoccupied with other matters. She lightly scolds you for not mentioning this sooner. Dehya doesn’t stay mad for too long though. Now that she’s here, she’s going to make you spend your day and night working through your heat.

“That’s it..that’s my girl. Think you can take it all the way?” Dehya opens your legs wider around her waist and pulls you close to her chest. It never fails to shock you how she can go from pampering you to pounding you at a moment’s notice.

She groans into your neck when she bottoms out. “You’re taking my cock so well baby”. Her hand caresses your cheek, “I’ll make you feel so good. I’m gonna start thrusting now, okay?”

Her stokes are languid as you get used to the position. But your intoxicating scent triggers a rut of her own. Her breath hitches. A new feeling suddenly being awoken. She brazenly pulls you you closer by the hips to meet her thrusts. The closer you are, the further she fucks her shaft into you.

“Nnh, please just hold still for me, like a good girl would” Dehya changes the angle to hit deeper than before. The way her cock drags against your walls feels heavenly. Despite this being your heat, she’s a whimpering mess trying to please the both of you.

“Baby, you feel so good,” she whispers close to your ear, “Such a good girl. I need to—“

Her the throbbing head repeatedly knocks against your cervix. She swells, pulls out, and shoots her load on your stomach. Your slick still continues to drip from between your legs; your satisfaction not entirely met. You still need Dehya’s help. And that means you’re going to let her take you however she wants, right?

[knoepfl]

Love & Scooby Snacks: Shaggy’s Anniversary Surprise

Characters: - Shaggy Rogers  - S/O (Shaggy’s girlfriend)  - Scooby-Doo 

Trigger Warning: This story includes mentions of food allergies and mild scares in a lighthearted, humorous style.

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The day had finally arrived. The day you had circled and starred on your calendar three months ago. Today was your anniversary with Shaggy Rogers—the sweet, slightly goofy guy who made you laugh every day. You’d spent weeks planning the perfect celebration, and now you were in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on an elaborate home-cooked meal, hoping that it would make the evening truly special.

Knowing Shaggy’s love of food (and his massive appetite), you’d planned a menu that might just rival a feast. You’d even taken some cooking classes to surprise him with dishes that went beyond sandwiches and Scooby Snacks. Tonight would be a blend of romance and fun, just the way Shaggy liked it.

You looked at the clock. He’d be here any minute now, so you set out the last dish on the table—a layered lasagna with fresh garlic bread, perfectly browned and dripping with melted cheese.

When you heard the front door creak open, you ran over to greet him, wiping your hands on your apron as Shaggy stepped inside with his usual lazy smile and twinkling eyes. He held a bouquet of wildflowers—colorful, a bit messy, but somehow perfect. Just like him.

“Like, hey, babe!” Shaggy grinned, holding out the bouquet, which smelled faintly of… hamburgers? You chuckled and took the flowers, feeling your cheeks warm.

“These are beautiful, Shaggy. Thank you!” You reached up and hugged him, breathing in his familiar scent, mixed with what you could only assume was a fast-food restaurant.

He blushed and shuffled his feet. “Anything for you, ya know? I can’t believe it’s been, like, a whole year already!”

You led him to the dining room, where the table was set with a cozy candlelit atmosphere, the savory aroma of your cooking filling the room. Shaggy’s eyes widened when he saw the spread.

“Zoinks! Did you, like, make all this?”

“All for you!” you said, smiling proudly. “I wanted to do something special. Tonight, you get to sit back and enjoy.”

You pulled out his chair, and he grinned as he sat down, already eyeing the food. “Like, wow, babe, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy! You’re amazing!”

He reached for a plate, but you laughed, lightly slapping his hand away. “Not yet! We’re going to start with appetizers.”

Shaggy’s shoulders slumped, but he was quick to bounce back, giving you a little salute. “Yes, ma’am!”

You brought over the first course: mini mozzarella sticks and garlic-parmesan breadsticks with marinara sauce. Shaggy dove in, savoring each bite with a happy sigh. “This is, like, the best meal ever already! And it’s just the beginning!”

As the night continued, you brought out one dish after another. Spaghetti carbonara, cheesy garlic mashed potatoes, crispy onion rings, and a whole tray of sliders topped with everything Shaggy loved. By the time you brought out the main course, he was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his stomach and grinning at you with his lazy smile.

“Like, babe, if I wasn’t already in love, I’d fall all over again just from this lasagna,” he said, taking another huge bite. “You’re, like, a miracle worker in the kitchen.”

But as you settled down to eat your own food, you couldn’t shake a feeling of unease that began creeping up your spine. The house was quiet… too quiet. You shook it off, smiling at Shaggy, who was busy devouring the lasagna with absolute delight.

Just as you leaned back to enjoy your meal, there was a sudden loud *thud* from the other room. Both of you froze, your eyes meeting. Shaggy looked at you with wide, nervous eyes.

“Did you, like… hear that?” he whispered, leaning forward and glancing around, his voice barely above a murmur.

You nodded slowly, trying to play it cool. “Probably just the wind, Shaggy. Let’s keep eating.”

But before you could take another bite, there was another sound—this time a scraping, like something dragging across the floor. Shaggy jumped, gripping his fork tightly, his face pale. “Uh… are you sure it’s the wind?”

You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken. “Well, maybe not…”

With a low gulp, Shaggy got up, wiping his hands on his napkin, glancing nervously toward the door. “Like, maybe we should check it out… together.”

Taking his hand, you moved toward the noise, trying to ignore the racing of your heart. You opened the door to the hallway, peering into the dimness. Shaggy held onto your shoulder, practically hiding behind you as you stepped forward, his usual bravery long forgotten.

Another scraping sound came from the direction of the living room, and Shaggy whimpered. “L-Like, maybe we should, uh, go back to the table? That lasagna’s getting cold!”

But curiosity got the better of you. Steeling yourself, you walked down the hallway and slowly opened the door to the living room. The shadows seemed to loom larger than usual, and every creak of the floorboards underfoot made your stomach clench.

Then, just as you reached the center of the room, the lights went out.

Shaggy let out a yelp, clutching you tightly. “Z-Zoinks! We’re goners!”

“Shaggy, calm down!” you whispered, though you were trembling as much as he was. “There must be a logical explanation.”

A pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness, floating ominously before you. Shaggy screamed, holding you tighter. “I don’t need logic, babe—I need Scooby!”

But before you could react, the lights flickered back on, revealing… Scooby-Doo himself, wagging his tail and looking as clueless as ever. Shaggy’s jaw dropped as he stared at his best friend.

“Scooby-Doo! What are you doing here, buddy?”

Scooby gave a sheepish bark, his tail wagging. “Ruh-roh! Surprise!”

You laughed, relief flooding over you. “Looks like Scooby wanted to be part of our anniversary dinner!”

Shaggy grinned, pulling Scooby into a hug. “Like, I don’t know if my heart can take much more tonight! But I guess it’s not a meal without you, Scoob.”

With Scooby joining you, the three of you returned to the table, and you all dug into the food, laughing and reminiscing. It was a perfect anniversary—filled with food, a little bit of fright, and the friends you loved most.

And as you watched Shaggy feed Scooby a bite of lasagna with a happy grin, you realized that this was exactly where you wanted to be: surrounded by love, laughter, and the friends who made life an adventure every day.

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After the laughter and the delicious food, the evening began to settle into a calm, happy quiet. Scooby stretched out on the couch, his eyes drooping as he nestled into one of the pillows. Shaggy was sprawled next to him, both looking thoroughly stuffed and content, their heads leaning back with blissful expressions.

You smiled to yourself, taking in the scene as you cleared the last few plates from the table and started stacking them by the sink. You didn’t mind doing the dishes tonight—not after such a wonderful anniversary dinner.

The kitchen was warm, the light casting a soft glow as you rolled up your sleeves and began rinsing the dishes. The sound of clinking plates and running water filled the room, and the cozy, contented feeling of the night wrapped around you like a blanket.

As you washed the dishes, you thought back on the evening—the food, the laughs, the little scare with Scooby. Every moment felt special, and having Shaggy here with you made it perfect.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Shaggy sneaking up behind you. He leaned against the counter, watching you with that lazy, affectionate smile that made your heart skip a beat every time. After a moment, he stepped forward, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Like, you really outdid yourself tonight, babe,” he said softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy… or so full!”

You chuckled, leaning into his touch. “I’m glad you liked it. Tonight was special to me, too.”

Shaggy took a small step closer, his gaze warm and soft as he reached for a towel to dry one of the plates you’d set aside. “I, uh… I don’t know how I got so lucky, ya know? Finding someone who makes me feel like this.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you turned to look at him, your hands still dripping with soapy water. “You really think that?”

“Like, totally,” he said with a little chuckle, his cheeks flushing. “You’re, like, everything I could ever want. And more.”

The vulnerability in his voice surprised you, and you felt your own cheeks heating up as you looked down, suddenly shy. You wiped your hands on a dish towel, unsure of what to say. But then Shaggy reached out, gently tilting your chin up so you were looking at him again.

His gaze was tender, his usual playfulness replaced by something deeper. He leaned in, his hand still on your cheek as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thanks for making me feel like I matter,” he murmured, his voice soft and a little shaky. “I’m, like, usually the guy who’s scared of everything… but with you, it’s different.”

You smiled, your heart swelling. “Shaggy, you’ve always mattered to me. You’re kind, and funny, and you have the biggest heart. You make me laugh, you’re always there when I need you… I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

For a moment, you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the kitchen quiet except for the gentle hum of the lights above you. Shaggy’s thumb brushed across your cheek, his touch light and comforting, as if he was memorizing every part of this moment.

Slowly, he leaned down, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss, and you melted into him, your hand resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken words and promises. When you finally pulled back, his eyes shone with a quiet joy, and you could feel his heartbeat echoing in the space between you.

“You make me feel brave,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Like, as long as I have you… I can handle anything.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as he held you close, his hand gently rubbing your back in soothing circles. The two of you stood there, wrapped up in each other, letting the warmth of the moment surround you.

Eventually, Shaggy let out a soft laugh. “I, uh… I guess we should probably finish those dishes, huh?”

You chuckled, looking up at him with a smile. “Maybe… or we could just leave them for tomorrow.”

“Now you’re speaking my language, babe,” he said, grinning as he took your hand and led you back toward the living room.

Scooby let out a sleepy snore from the couch, his head resting on a pillow as he snoozed peacefully. Shaggy settled onto the couch beside him, pulling you close as you snuggled up together, his arm around your shoulders.

As you lay there together, the room quiet and still, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. This was where you belonged—by Shaggy’s side, sharing a love that felt as warm and comforting as the glow of the fading candlelight.

And as the night slipped away, you knew that this was just the beginning of many more anniversaries to come, each one filled with laughter, love, and all the little things that made your life with Shaggy so beautifully, wonderfully complete.

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[kangsaena]

What is this? :

An AU if kang - mina survived, (but Se - mi died)

its inspired by another AU I found but the chapters (that were simillar) I wrote had their credits,

but still, credits to @mayoscribble077 for the AU idea, not the chapters from ch. 3, onward.

ch. 4: not out!

Ships? :

Actually yes! Although the story revolves around thanos and mina the most there are mentions of other ships in this story,

(though its probably gonna come out in later chapters.)

Kang - mina x Thanos

222 x 333

Young - il x Gi - hun

Status : in progress

Extra note 1: Any Profanity is censored in this chapter, though they might not always be.

Extra note 2: Please read all chapters before this one, I aim for an easy to read story that quickly explains the beginning, and quite long, so if the viewers like it, they get more and more.

Chapter 3

First night, complete.

*mina had just finished voting, and everyone had been lining up in queues for their dinner, this place had barely any food to offer, but usually dinner would have the most food, a metal container filled with some plain rice, salmon and kimichi, and for the drinks was a glass bottle of water*

*just to mention, thanos literally asked to be infront of gyeong-su, just to be with Mina, this isn't elementary school.*

*she got her food, and looked for a bed, thanos grabbed mina's arm and mina followed thanos to his bed*

Thanks: alright..sleep here during the night. *thanos pointed to the bed infront of thanos's, she wondered why, and how so coincidentally that was the only bed not taken, but she agreed, she needs one after all.*

*so, as mina was eating, gyeong-su and min-su was against the wall, probably talking about fears or something, but it's usually really hard to tell what nam-gyu and thanos are talking about in thanos's bed.*

mina: ugh, this is too much. *mina thought as she thought about the blood and the guns, and just..is she in a horror movie or what?*

*mina put her food aside her, she can't even eat, but she saw thanos walking by somewhere, quickly winking at her, she would check it out but after all that's happened today, she's not bothered t-*

SPEAKERS: 30 minutes until lights out.

*thanos rushed over to the so - called 'MG COIN's bed, but nam-gyu reached over there first.

Nam-gyu: Ugh, how's the food? I couldn't eat anything. All that blood flying around, all those people getting shot and you're still hungry? *nam-gyu says, making a start to talk about the crypto.*

*player 333 starts, knowing he wants nothing to do with thanos, and nam-gyu.* Player 333: look, investing in that coin ruined my life too..*he looks down at the food* I came here too make money like you.

*footsteps approach, thanos grabs the railing above player 333's bed* Thanos: f**King right money. You better make a s**t ton. Because of you and your goddamn crypto, I lost everything I earnt rapping my f**King a** off. It was over 500 million won. *thanos says, trying to get a gasp out of player 333*

Nam-gyu: 300 for me.

Thanos: you better do well in here, because bout the time we gonna get out, your gonna pay us what you owe.

Player 333: All right, I got it now. Can you please stop? Let me eat my foo-

*the metallic sounds of the container is taken by nam-gyu* Nam-gyu: for such a little skinny b***h, you sure are obsessed with food.

player 333: Give it back.

*nam-gyu replies faster than when player 333 said it.* Nam-gyu: no.

*thanos grasps the container from nam-gyu* Thanos: if you want your precious rice so badly, let thanos feed it to you to personally. *thanos throws the rice onto myung-gi, he grunts as thanos and nam-gyu laughs.*

Thanos: tasty?

*player 333 jumps onto thanos, diverting everyone's attention, also grabbing mina's.*

Mina: huh..?

Player 333: piece of s**t! *he says, trying to punch thanos, nam-gyu helps*

Nam-gyu: get off him dickhead!

*nam-gyu drags player 333's neck off, allowing him to get player 333 off thanos* Nam-gyu: you f**King a**hole

Thanos: f**k off!

Nam-gyu: you little b***h!

*nam-gyu holds player 333 like a ragdoll, allowing thanos to punch him, he grunts*

*On thanos second heavy punch, nam-gyu let's go of player 333, thanos exclaims while punching him* Thanos: mother f**ker!

*thanos stops for a second, allowing myung-gi to gasp for air, mina watches, what has the three gotten themselves into?!*

Thanos: you know how much money I lost because of you f**kface? *thanos says while kicking player 333*

Thanos: f**k you! *player 333 covers himself*

Nam-gyu: ay! Let me get a kick too! You f**King-- *nam-gyu says while trying to get a kick*

Thanos: outta the way! *he says still hurting player 333*

Thanos: you should be f**King grateful! ugh! Eat whatever I give you!

*jung-bae and dae-ho have their sleeves up*

Jung-bae: someone should help them right?

Dae-ho: what, me?

*They put their sleeves down, and young-il comes to interfere.*

Young-il: Hey, kids! What makes you think you can do that? And infront of your elders too? Especially while their eating?

*thanos and nam-gyu looks at him, he starts his talk with a little chatterbox pose.* Thanos: instead of shouting at us. Why don't you start yip-yapping at your own kids?

*young-il turns his head, in a owl-like position*

Thanos: ohh! You can't dips**t!

Young-il: thats it! *nam-gyu comes to hurt young-il, but young-il boosts a powerful kick towards nam-gyu that makes nam-gyu hop and follow to the ground, mina rushes over.*

Mina: Hey, you good?

*Thanos tries to punch, kick or lunge towards young-il, but he keeps dodging, young-il tackles thanos and chokes him*

*thanos tries too get young-il's hand off him* Thanos: p-please..I'm sorry..sir..I can't take it..

*Young-il looks intensely, wanting to beat the life out of him, but a shouting mina interrupts*

Mina: STOP! DONT HURT HIM DUMBA**!

*young-il stops choking him, a round of applause forms as mina goes over to thanos, trying to stand up.*

Mina: are you okay?

*in a attempt to impress her, he says* Thanos: Of course! W-why would I be? *he says with his strained voice.*

*Mina scoffs, and thanos, mina and nam-gyu all walk over too thanos's bed.*

SPEAKERS: 20 minutes until lights out.

Mina: I'm.. gonna go to the bathroom.

*mina steps foot in the bathroom, the shiny marble floor reflects her appearance, she goes over to the sink, looks at herself in the mirror, she puts her hands on her face.*

Mina: what..was..nevermind.

*she uses the tap, usually she would use a filter on her taps, but this isn't home, it's a graveyard that keeps getting new, dead visitors each day, and this is just the start.*

*she thoroughly washes the water throughout her face, gasping for air, they don't even have face wash. Usually Mina uses skincare, alot.

*Especially sheet masks, she has a stack of them at her apartment, and sometimes, she just uses them because it calms her down, it's weird, but refreshing.*

*the days before entering this place she can remember the paperwork on her desk, stating her debts constantly, and now, she's here, yet people have debts over 10 billion won?!*

*she can envision the stack of skincare she had in her cabinets, drawers, everywhere. She probably be fine without it for a month, but sometimes she just likes the feeling of glowy glass skin.*

*Mina is a perfectionist, all her life, she has to stick to a certain 'popular girl' personality, but ever since she joined this place, she felt like, 'f**k it'. Yet somebody liked for it, or maybe he's just faking it, she's clueless.*

*she takes hold of the scrunchie that had been tightly clinging onto her hair all day, letting her hair loose, she scratches throughout it, that feels better.*

*then, she gazes upon the mirror..wow, she didn't really knows how good she looked with loose hair, to her eyes, she feels like a model, lets hope thanos doesn't think that. A half up half down was always her go-to hairstyle.*

*she hears the speakers echo through the dormitory.* SPEAKERS: 10 minutes until lights out.

Mina: hmh..

*she goes back to the dormitory, to her thanos's bed, she sits down and starts*

Mina: wait..hu- *mina puts her hand onto the back of thanos's neck, she can feel the blood dripping, a huge, cut scar*

Thanos: I know! The guy must've had a knife or something.

Mina: how are you not..

Thanos: Thanos the great never gets hur- OWH!

*she laughs, she pressed his neck a little too hard* Mina: heh, sor-heh, sorry.

Thanos: everyone gets hurt! Come on..

*thanos puts his hand on mina's face, he hasn't even looked at mina since she came at the bathroom* Thanos: senorita, wha..wow..

Mina: what..?

Thanos: Did you just..get- ah, nevermind. Come onn, so what do you think the next game will be?

Mina: *she slowly takes thanos's hand of his face* I wanna..talk to you about, something..else.

Thanos: what else is there to talk about except you?

*she smiles, damn, he's hot and funn- nono, get yourself in the right mind!* Mina: is this you trying to flirt?

Thanos: bingo! For the several time.

Mina: *she sighs, bringing herself to her point* Who..was that guy?

Thanos: you hallucinating, or what?

Mina: no, the one you were fighting, not the random 50 year old, the other one.

Thanos: some f**King b***h. Ever heard of MG COIN?

Mina: yes! Half of my debt is because I tried to invest in that.coin..what was its name, dalmatian?

Thanos: *he chuckles* I also tried and I lost a f**King 500 million won, probably more! All that time I spent rapping I those b***hty competitions for f**King nothing!

Mina: Your seriously an 'amazing' rapper?

Thanos: *he starts striking rapper poses, along with his rap* yo, mina, you a bada** no cap,

In this game you a queen of the trap,

While these s**tbags play, you set the pace

Got me f**ked up, you in my space, yo!

*mina looks at him, seeing him smirk, she smiles, all that for he-?*

SPEAKERS: 5 minutes until lights out.

*'thank god that interrupted' mina thought.*

Mina: Better get ready for bed. *she gets up and goes to her bed infront of thanos's.*

*she hears thanos tap the railing that separates their beds, and the lights turn off, oh god, this is gonna be a long night..*

*an hour passes by, Mina can't sleep, she's just staring at the bed above her when suddenly*

TAP

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TAP, TAP

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TAP TAP TAP TAP.

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This took me forever, but I think I did..enough? I don't even know lol, tell me if you guys enjoyed this one!

Oh, yeah, and ch. 4 will not be coming out soon, school is starting. And if you have any fanart to g/ out, that would be appreciated

[richbbydaddy]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY ISN'T ABOUT POETRY

a wee review, feel free to fight me in replies ;)

General thoughts

role models and teachers

to me, this movie isnt really about poetry, but rather about the impact that adults can have on young people. the last scene of the movie perfectly illustrates this point. the movie could have ended in a way that celebrated the power of literature, but instead, it highlights the impact of mr keating. the main themes of this film - coming of age, family, friendship, love, can all be illustrated by substituting a poetry teacher, with say, a tennis coach. (yes ik this is controversial - literally fight me 😭)

2. poetry, art and masculinity

that being said ⬆️, i do think that the choice to go with poetry is still meaningful, especially with the all-male cast and private boys school setting.

im sorry to contradict the tiktok edits but i think the only reason why people see the film as homoerotic is because of their misguided concepts about poetry and masculinity. these guys are huddled together reading poetry and sharing their love for literature - that HAS to be GAY, right? WRONG. i think the movie actually tries to push back against this stereotype by just how STRAIGHT the characters are.

im still split as to whether there is homoerotic subtext (spanking, phallic imagery, male school/student relationship) - although i do think there is some evidence, I don’t want to mistake bias ^ mentioned above

anyways, although i love my doomed yaoi, these tiktokers dismissing this film as JUST yaoi really subtracts from everything else it’s saying

3. villain city! (cameron & mr perry)

I LOVE how well done the ‘villains’ are in this - you can’t help but feel sympathy for cameron because most of us are camerons!! most of us wouldn’t have the guts to do what todd did, to refuse authority outright and to not save ourselves when we can. even though he’s a little bitch, hes also all of us. mr perry is also so complex - he’s actually such an asian parent in so many ways (doctor trope) but every time after neil coalesces to his requests he says something ALMOST comforting and soft (eg you know how important this is to your mother) even if it is the typical manipulation. youd best believe that if neil was asian he’d be in james ruse taking physics and latin.

Critiques

i really, really don’t like the way this movie handles women

a common thread in this movie’s portrayal of female characters is that NONE OF THEM HAVE ANY AGENCY. all the female characters are simply reacting to the environments around them (or the will of the male characters) and are extremely one dimensional. not to mention that NO FEMALE POETS are mentioned, ever.

a) Mrs Perry (neil’s mum)

she is perhaps the MOST complex female character in the film, and that’s saying a lot. she’s the typical ‘enabler’ in a lot of abusive parent relationships - she obviously loves Neil and is extremely upset at letting him go to boarding school (even crying in bed about it) yet does NOTHING to challenge Mr Perry’s judgement. yes, this could just be a part of her character, but this lack of agency and submission to the will of male characters reoccurs throughout the film.

b) chris

Chris is everything about how NOT to write a female character. She’s literally introduced as Chet’s girlfriend, and other than being pretty, she literally does nothing. like mrs Perry, she only reacts to the actions of the male characters. for instance, she only invites Knox to the party when he calls her, she literally only hangs out with him after he BEGS her several times. maybe the only time we see her exercise free will is when she visits Knox when it’s snowing, but even that is FOR A MAN.

she has NO LIFE or hobbies or interests (some might say cheerleading, and even though that’s a valid hobby i have the feeling that the filmmakers probably intended for that to fit into the ‘pretty, unattainable girl’ trope). chris literally exists for the purpose of being Knox’s love interest, and thus she’s not really a ‘person’ in the eyes of the filmmakers.

d) gloria and tina

im lowk confused by these characters bc everywhere online says that they’re ‘charlie’s friends’ but i literally thought they were hookers? they looked like literal adults but ok.

anyways, the whole ‘dead poets society’ is SUCH a ‘boys club’ - they literally sit around smoking pipes. when women are introduced, they’re not portrayed as intelligent human beings, but rather as conquests to be wooed. i understand that the whole ‘wooing women’ thing is a part of the whole boyhood/adolescence thing but couldn’t they have wooed an intelligent woman with agency??

2. neil’s suicide and mental health

I really don’t think this is a good depiction of suicide or mental illness. even the most talented artists (if they’re mentally well) don’t shoot themselves if they can’t pursue their art, especially at seventeen. plenty of people who burn with passion for art do not kill themselves at seventeen because their parents don’t let them pursue it. i think, realistically, for neil to have committed suicide, a better set up of his depression or struggle with mental illness should have been depicted for a more accurate depiction.

this movie is essentially saying to young people that killing yourself is the only thing you can do if your parents don’t let you be an artist, which is NOT TRUE. i understand neil’s passion and desperation, but i think the film should have offered a more hopeful solution to young artists with the same passion and struggles as neil.

Overall (the least important part of this post lmao)

ok I REALLY LIKED THIS - I love poetry and literature and I’ve also had similar experiences with very impactful teachers. I think it’s an incredibly beautiful film that addresses important topics with such realism and compassion. some of the characters are really amazing, i really related to some of them and recognise some of the people i know in them. that being said, i think a film cannot be truly GREAT if it completely ignores the experience of an ENTIRE SEX, literally 1/2 of the people who make up the world. i get that it’s ABOUT masculinity, but having 0 3 dimensional female characters is just lazy and bad writing (sorry ily dead poets society). i also think that it’s not a great portrayal of mental illness and suicide, which is important considering the films audience (prob artistically engaged young people). THAT BEING SAID, it’s still such an emotional, resonant story and something that I will watch again :)

[sgiandubh]

Saw your comment: "We're not all thirsty mommies, nor 12, nor bitter bitches. I'd love to see and hear more about what is beneath that mask, not beneath that shirt." Sam has done that before. He wrote an entire book about his journey but the book is called bullshit and he a liar. He's written well-thought out articles and forewords to books. He speaks intelligently and passionately and knowledgably about his liquors and the process of getting to market, and is called a shill. His work with Prickly Thistle is expensive and taking peoples' money, even when it helped this woman-owned mill immensely. It goes on and on. Today he's been accused of hypocrisy for a plastic cup, thirst trapping to change a conversation and using his social media as a PR tool to fool gullible women. Some may want to see beneath the mask but when he's shown what he is willing to you get the above.

Dear Hypocrisy Anon,

Thank you for your thoughts. I have read your long comment very carefully and let's say I agree with about 85% of it. The itching point is, of course, the book: Waypoints is a good ghostwritten memoir I have commented at length, with a more benevolent view than most of those who found it took some substantial liberty with what they (and I, for that matter) think it's the current state of play in SC Land. Note I am not saying the truth: that's only for Them to know, not for us. So dismissing it and calling everything a lie is a bit of a stretch. It's just a memoir, to be followed by other projects, other books. And who knows, another memoir, later on, where he could correct the course again at his convenience. He's only 43. Give the man some credit.

Trouble is, the world is a vast and diverse place. It's not just this fractured fandom. If he wants to remain relevant beyond OL, he needs, in my humble opinion, two things: a) to score a big role in a big budget production, which would improve his notoriety and help him reach a different public and b) curate his personal image a bit more and get out of this midlife crisis fake character he's peddling around. The only people who find it interesting are the thirsty mommies in *urv's crowd and that's, uhm... a bit irrelevant, in the big scheme of things.

So, no more political blunders, please and thank you. Shut the hell up and play Switzerland on complicated and divisive society issues which can get one in boiled water for a comma. Carefully picked and curated CSR projects, he'd ideally be more actively involved in. And yes, maybe a bit more transparency on the so many great things he does, like that partnership with the Edinburgh's Youth Theatre he didn't even mention himself or include in his stories (no doubt, out of a very British and endearing sense of modesty). And always remember: when faced with something beautiful and fragile, like that story, people will try their best to smear it and break it. I am not bitter, just realistic.

Same goes for your conclusion: I am sure many would like to see more of what is beneath that mask. It's too bad that a bunch of bitter, nasty, clueless, but also very noisy women occupy a bigger part of the stage than they should.

But have faith, Anon. For the moment, all of this is nothing what a good PR, not the clowns he obviously hired, can't fix with relative ease. Trust me. I've seen way worse. And remember, always remember what dear Wilde (God, I love that soul!) said: 'every saint has a past and every sinner has a future'.

You just gave me an idea for a future post and for this, I thank you, Anon. But for now, I have to catch up on a thing or two, rather than determine the morality of a plastic glass. I hope this long answer helps somewhat. Thank you for dropping by: it was a pleasure reading your musings.

[fincalinde]

you’ve mentioned a few times in your meta that you view nmj as being hypocritical, and i’m inclined to agree with you! would you share some specific quotes from the text that you feel especially support this reading of his character? 👀

It is one of my favourite words to apply to him, isn’t it! I think that’s because a) it’s true, and b) NMJ’s reputation for righteousness (and his belief in his own righteousness) grant an in-universe illusion of consistency that often bleeds through to external readings of him. So I press the point, because it’s fundamental to his character and I usually see it elided or reduced to all-bark-and-no-bite-grumpy-bear-with-a-heart-of-gold fanon NMJ.

And oh yes, there’s an absolute wealth of quotes supporting this. As always, I use the EXR fan translation because I’m old school.

Christ, this got long. Click for more.

It’s all relative, man

First we need to establish what NMJ’s principles supposedly are.

[Nie Huaisang’s] brother, Nie Mingjue, was extremely resolute when carrying out orders, quite renowned in the cultivation world. […] Nie Mingjue had always taught his younger brother with extreme harshness, particularly caring for his studies. (Chapter 13)

[…] he took over the Nie Sect before he even reached twenty, doing everything in a direct, forceful fashion. (Chapter 21)

When he lived, Nie Mingjue was often exasperated by the fact that his brother didn’t meet expectations, so he disciplined him strictly. (Chapter 21)

In spite of Nie Mingjue being a junior to Jin Guangshan, he conducted himself in a strict manner and refused to tolerate Xue Yang no matter what. (Chapter 30)

Without any hesitation, Nie Mingjue scolded, “Drinking the water he brought you while speaking such spiteful words! Did you join my forces not to kill the Wen-dogs but to make idle talk?!” (Chapter 48)

“A proper man should carry himself with proud righteousness. There’s no need to care for the talk of those idlers.” (Chapter 48)

As we can see, NMJ is all about righteousness, but we don’t get too many details confirming what that righteousness entails. We’re expected to make assumptions based on context: that his values are in line with the ideal values of his society, and that he’s living his life according to those principles (and enforcing said principles on others).

This is worth keeping in mind. We know NMJ is ‘righteous’. We know, in a general sense, what societal standards for morality are in this setting and we see the tension between society’s theoretical standards, its actual standards, and the moral frameworks of characters such as WWX and LXC. And there’s tension between those standards and NMJ’s moral framework, too. But though WWX attempts (and fails) to opt out and LXC attempts (and fails) to find a better way through open conversation and consideration of context, their failures are not due to hypocrisy but instead larger forces at play. In other words, they go up against society and society wins.

NMJ has a problem with society too, but for him the problem is not with its rules and assumptions—it’s with the individuals who make it up. He has no problem with the system. To NMJ, the system is a good thing. If only the people in it would rigidly conform to the rules, everything would be fine. And an outlook like that can only ever lead to hypocrisy, not just because human beings and their actions don’t fit into rigid categories, but because by not attempting to navigate the system (LXC, JGY, JC) or even attempting to opt out (WWX, LWJ, XY), NMJ positions himself above society, as a moral arbiter.

This is why he feels entitled to upbraid JGS, who is a generation above him. It’s why he feels entitled to harass and attempt to murder JGY for not being loyal to NMJ over and above his filial duty to his father. These actions are after he’s reached the point of no return with the sabre spirit, yes, but they didn’t come out of nowhere. It’s just the nadir of a path he’s been on presumably his entire life.

All the information is on the task

NMJ is very good at bending his supposedly rigid principles when it’s convenient for him, while not offering any grace or understanding to others who do the same. And ‘others’, let’s be real, usually equates to JGY. The horror vortex of NMJ’s obsession with controlling JGY really cannot be escaped.

Let’s start with the biggie. JGY is naturally the one who calls NMJ out, because he’s the only one who can see the emperor has no clothes, and by clothes I mean leg to stand on.

“But, Brother, I have always wanted to ask you something—the lives under your hands are in any regard more than those under mine, so why is it that I only killed a few cultivators out of desperation and you keep on bringing it up, even until now?” (Chapter 48)

“Are you saying that all of the people you killed deserved their deaths? […] Then, may I ask, just how do you decide if someone deserves death? Are your standards absolutely correct? If I kill one but save hundreds, would the good outweigh the bad, or would I still deserve death? To do great things, sacrifices must happen.” (Chapter 48)

Chifeng-zun, my man, he has nailed you. The point is not to start drawing equivalences in quite the way JGY is doing—I would certainly argue that if you’re killing undeserving people for the greater good you’d better have one hell of a greater good to be aiming for, even in the crapsack world of MDZS. JGY’s argument is partly a numbers game, but I want to set that aside, because it’s a distraction from his core point, to which numbers are irrelevant: can NMJ truly justify every single murder he has ever committed? Because if he can’t, he’s condemned by his own supposed standards. Note JGY’s use of the word ‘absolute’. NMJ is a moral absolutist! Is he absolutely sure? And if he is sure, does it matter that he’s sure? Why is his certainty more important than anyone else’s?

NMJ never once grapples with these questions. If he did, he might be able to pull the teeth of his own hypocrisy by acknowledging it and engaging with it. But of course he’s not capable of that, certainly not by the time of this scene.

And speaking of NMJ’s hypocrisy re: who does and doesn’t deserve to die…

“Very well! I’ll kill myself after I kill you!” (Chapter 49)

But Roquen, you cry! NMJ says such an utterly mad thing because he’s battered and beaten and not thinking clearly, not to mention past the point of no return with the sabre spirit as he’s been cultivating with resentful energy intensely throughout the war! That’s why he walks it back after LXC intervenes!

To which I say: it is almost as though context matters!

And yes, I’m aware of the context. I’m aware that just before this bit of dialogue the narrative claims JGY pointing out ‘if I hadn’t killed them you’d be dead’ is a subtle way of saying ‘you can’t kill me because you owe me your life’ as though that’s purely manipulative rather than being, you know, true. ‘Even if you refuse to accept I acted for the best, please don’t kill me and I’m going to subtly remind you that you owe me to maximise my chances of getting you to not kill me (after I just risked my life to save yours when it would have been 100x better for me personally if you died)’ is hardly an outrageous position.

It’s interesting, though, isn’t it, that NMJ never again mentions taking his own life as a matter of principle, despite the fact that he subsequently attempts to murder JGY again for the apparently unforgivable crime of … not being able to overrule his abusive father about XY, and then having the temerity to complain to LXC about NMJ’s attempt to murder him.

Obviously the Jin are a huge threat after the war, but these are all pretty feeble reasons for piling on JGY. Sure, maybe JGY would also have tried to protect XY if JGS weren’t around, but the fact is that JGS is around and he’s calling the shots. Besides, once JGS is out of the picture JGY has no issue disposing of XY (with Dr Evil levels of ineptness, apparently), so that’s a fairly decent indicator he’s not ride or die. As for the fact that JGY is making nice to NMJ’s face but complaining behind his back, well. Regardless of any genuine desire to vent to his only friend, I have no doubt he was indeed trying to drive a wedge between NMJ and LXC as a strategic move. But is it wrong of him to do so, considering NMJ is a genuine and present threat to his life and LXC is just not getting it? And does any of the above, including his struggle to maintain his position and all the other work he does for his father mean he deserves death—immediate, extrajudicial and violent death?

Let me put it this way. NMJ is making JGY responsible for his father’s actions and his father’s orders—the question of whether JGY is on board with his father’s instructions is academic, because he has no choice in the matter. JGY cannot opt out of his situation. The only opt out is death, and that is not a meaningful choice because no one else is getting vilified for having the audacity to fight for their place in their world rather than lie down and die. And even if JGY really were a cackling supervillain 100% on board with his father’s diabolical plans, NMJ’s focus on him to the exclusion of JGS is driven by emotion and not by a rational evaluation of the morality and logistics of the situation.

And when he’s insisting that JGY deserves death (and trying to mete it out to him) NMJ never again considers for a moment whether, if JGY really deserves to die, then maybe he does too.

As a third example, to make it a hat trick, we have this:

However, Jin Guangyao wasn’t his subordinate anymore. Only after they became sworn brothers would he have the status and the position to urge Jin Guangyao, like how he disciplined his younger brother, Nie Huaisang. (Chapter 49)

“Brother, it really was my father’s orders. I couldn’t refuse. Now. if you want me to take care of Xue Yang, what would I say to him?” (Chapter 49)

NMJ is perfectly aware that according to the rules of their society and the moral framework he himself subscribes to, JGY’s highest authority is his father. But NMJ can’t accept that. He thinks he should be the ultimate authority over JGY, and though he couches it in moral terms about wanting JGY to follow the correct path, what he really means is what he himself considers to be the correct path. As always, he doesn’t listen to JGY’s perfectly valid points about how it’s not possible for him to do the ‘right’ thing as he just doesn’t have that kind of authority and will only end up making his own life worse. I don’t have a quote demonstrating this, but considering everything we know about NMJ, I think we can infer he would not take kindly to JGY ordering NHS to do something futile and self-destructive in the name of the correct path, purely on the grounds that JGY is now his elder brother.

I’ll acknowledge again that JGY is absolutely an accomplice in his father’s schemes, and the originator of a fair few of them since he’s politically gifted. But it’s just not possible to untangle JGY’s complicity from his need (and his right!) to survive. NMJ is correct to be concerned about JGY as a risk, because he’s a huge asset to JGS. But once again, making JGY a target is not the moral or even the sensible thing to do. We know JGY enjoys aspects of what his father asks him to do. We also know that once his father is out of the picture he gets rid of XY, purges the Jin of corruption and pushes through the watchtower project. When he has agency as a clan leader he doesn’t follow his father’s political agenda to the letter, to say the least! So there is certainly a large dollop of truth in his claims that he has no choice and he’s unhappy and vulnerable.

And then a bonus, something not linked to JGY to demonstrate that NMJ’s hypocrisy extends beyond his personal vendetta.

Nie Mingjue spoke coldly. “If she responded with only silence and not opposition when the Wen Sect was causing mayhem, it’s the same as indifference. She shouldn’t have been so disillusioned as to hope that she could be treated with respect when the Wen Sect was doing evil and be unwilling to suffer the consequences and pay the price when the Wen Sect was wiped out.” (Chapter 73)

Charming. Funny how NMJ says this after spending the war fighting on the same side as the guy who invented demonic cultivation and controls an army of desecrated corpses, violating every possible social and cultural principle they have. But the Sunshot Campaign would have failed without WWX’s contributions, so I suppose NMJ thought that compromise was acceptable. It’s all right for him to stay silent and not oppose WWX, since WWX has been useful to his own agenda. What’s not acceptable is staying silent when the consequence is your own violent death and literally no good whatsoever being achieved thereby.

Aside from being a hypocrite, NMJ is also pathologically incapable of self-reflection.

Finish him!

At the end of the day, NMJ’s principles are inherently contradictory because he’s living in morally relative world where the narrative expects us to take context into account and root for a protagonist who brutally tortures his enemies to death and a romantic lead who find+replaces his ethical framework with ‘Wei Ying’.

It is simply not possible for NMJ to be both righteous and rigid, so when he chooses to be rigid he foregoes being righteous. Even in his moments of flexibility, he continues to apply harsh standards to others that he refuses to apply to himself. That’s what makes him a hypocrite. He isn’t a bastion of absolute morality in a sea of corruption. He’s in denial about the nuanced reality he’s living in, and placing himself on high as a moral authority with no actual mandate. Hypocrisy inevitably results, and the consequences are hugely damaging to everyone around him.

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Now you got me interested in Tom’s family more, I always sorta headcanoned him and Gurney could be related because Tom asks “ever set a house on fire?” And Gurney’s spin with arson…got any more??

oh boy youve just opened a can of worms. Let's See.

Tom & Gurney 🧿🎹

gurney himself, despite being 'a crazy ass arsonist,' is the most rational person in that family.

hell the arson shtick is kind of a persona for him. he did set his parents house on fire once, which made them ship him off to boarding school, but that was for good reason.

and honestly? sending him away was the best thing they ever did for him. but they sure didnt do the same for tom.

gurney wanted that same freedom for his younger brother. so as soon as he was stable he came back for him.

tom had a hard time adjusting, given his situation.

until this point tom was homeschooled and largely sheltered.

but thank fuck he met the bully boys. yes they're cruel to many but something was Different about tom.

gurney's self defense lessons paid off.

yeah he made Sure his brother was prepared for the hell that was that school. wanted him to make it through to the other side in one piece.

wanted a better life for him in general, above all else.

aside from that, gurney also lets him indulge in some of the things he cant buy himself, now that he was legally an adult in the eyes of the courts.

smoked together, let him have a beer from his 6 packs, etc.

rarely let his friends have some too on occasion, but not all of them were welcome in his house. (like Davis.)

random fact i cant shoehorn anywhere else: Zoe is also their roommate. she lives in the basement, ran away from home after dropping out, sings screamo in gurney's band. he took her in because he knows damn well how that feels.

Tom & His Parents 🧿⛓

CW: abuse, brainwashing, antisemitism & similar mentions. i will not lie this hits close to home for me personally, and there is a very good chance it will do the same for some of you. Tom was a victim of a much more mundane evil, one i have experience with, though not to the same severity thankfully. regardless: this will not be a pleasant ramble.

his parents were, as some say, off the deep end.

a particular evil that plagued many and got especially ramped up in the states after 9/11.

'far right' is one way to put it, though it doesnt quite encapsulate the full package, imo.

they bought into that conspiracy about the government being ran by lizard alien people. among other things.

the whole world was out to get them, steer their children away from god and his glory, with perverts everywhere trying to defile and rape their precious angels.

as such, public education was not to be trusted.

for the longest time tom and his brother were kept 'safe,' isolated with little more than the church gatherings to keep them sane.

tom still has nightmares about that.

but gurney was sick of asking why. why they had to wear those stupid hats, why he couldnt watch cable tv, why they werent allowed on the computer alone.

so he broke the rules snuck out and got on the road to becoming that 'satanic backstabbing piece of shit' we know and love today.

after which he of course snapped further and said Fuck This House, setting it ablaze forcing them to move and also making them give him his gift of freedom Miles Away.

but circling back to Tom: he was still an angel.

untouched, impressionable. not to be around his brother anymore.

they did Everything to keep him Safe.

they loved him very, very much.

but people that love you are still very, very capable of hurting you.

what they didnt wasn't right. it was suffocating.

and they fought tooth and nail trying to get him back.

dug through the news archives, recognized gurney from his band, followed him home after a concert one day, waited, tried to break in. tried to take tom Home.

that ended poorly for them. thankfully.

tom's experiences are part of the reason he likes horror so much, honestly. but it's different.

at least in movies, you can tell its clearly bad.

in real life, there usually arent any bodies in the basement. no monsters in the woods, no cults sacrificing people. no masks to drop, no big reveal.

because it was never an act to begin with, sometimes.

sometimes people, even your parents, are just wrong.

and they cannot be saved by reason.

at least tom had a brother that had both the knowledge and willpower to save him. not all of us have that luxury.

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Idk if you’d be comfortable writing this (if you are not, no worries) but i was just wondering if you would write a poguesxf!reader where the reader comes off as a really happy and genuine person but is secretly struggling with self harm and is cutting herself and the pogues find out or see blood or something and she tries to play it off as nothing but they figure it out and convince her that she’s not a burden and then they all help her get help/get better in their own ways? Again if you’re not comfortable that’s totally fine, I know it’s heavy stuff.

FOREVER WINTER - Pogues x F!Reader

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Shipping: Pogues x F!Reader (platonic) Summary: Above in the request! Word counts: 3.880 words Warnings: explicit content and mentions of self harm, depression, suicidal Thoughts, self-hatred, swear words, mentions of drinking

A/N: Please do not read it if you struggle with something of the above, if you do read it, please keep in mind that you are loved and wanted! YOU ARE ENOUGH! I have put some Numbers under the Imagine if you want/need them. if you know someone who struggles with this or any other mental health issue, please be there for them, they need them and check on your loved ones you never know what there going through right at given moment. And as always, feel open to correct when/if you see writing/grammar mistakes! Eras Tour Festival | Red (T.V.) Masterlist

„That’s definitely not true.“, you Heard the voice of Pope going through the whole chateau. „Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.“, JJ threw back at Pope, like it was obviously the best and most reliable source of the Internet. The rest of it was blended out because of the Major Headache you got, maybe you shouldn‘t have drank so much last night at the bonfire party.

You let out an unidentified sound and tried to hide from the sun who shines into the window of yours and JJs room you sometimes shared at John B's place. You put a pillow on your face trying to make it darker, but that doesn‘t help to blend out the laughter coming from the living room. You were still wearing your sweater from last night, better to say you still wore your whole outfit from last night, but the sweater was the important part of it, it was your try to hide the wounds that came to your arm two nights prior. You‘ve been struggling with your mental health for quite a while actually, but your friends didn‘t need to know that. They didn‘t need to know, that your parents, who just were freshly separated, gave you a shit ton of stress because of your friends who weren‘t Kooks or that your grades started to go down or people like Rafe Cameron and his friends who loves to give a lot of shitty remarks on the way you dress or look because you were hanging with the Pogues. No, they didn‘t need to know that and to be fair as much as you tried to talk you into the mindset that it was just a phase of feeling shitty, the wanting of actually ending everything came way more often from day to day. Way more often than you wanted to admit Because you just felt like a burden to everyone and everything.

You had no Idea how long you laid in bed after you woke up, but once you heard the door open you turned to it and saw JJ coming in. „Hey there sleeping beauty, finally awake?“, he asked, walking to the dresser. „I‘ve been for a while.“, you said, forcing a smile and furrowing your brows together because of the headache. „What got a headache?“, he asked seeing your forced smile and the together furrowed brows You just nodded, laying your head against the Pillows. „Well, I don‘t like saying it but, I told you not to drink so much, so.. I told you so.“. He said, smirking. „Just shut up, you‘re the reason I‘m even awake.“, you said laughing slightly. „You didn‘t just say that.“ he gasped, putting a hand on his chest. „Yes I did, what do you wanna do about it?“, you asked, grinning slyly at him. What you didn‘t expect was him taking your pillow and throwing it in your face. „Are you serious?“, you grumbled under the pillow. „Yes.“, he said and you didn‘t even need to look to know he has his shit eating grin on looking at you. You took your pillow, throwing it back in his face, before sitting up hearing your stomach grumble. „I‘m gonna grab something to eat, do whatever you wanted to do when you came in.“, you said, getting up from the bed and going out.

When you came Into the living room you saw John B, Kie and Pope together on the couch talking. John B waa the first to notice you. „Hey, she is awake!“, raising his Coca Cola Can in the air. „Ayyy.“, Pope and Kie said, raising theirs.

You wanted to say something but your stomach came first and grumbled loudly which made everyone laugh.

„I‘m gonna grab something to eat, and then I‘m right back.“, you said smiling, before going to the kitchen. You made yourself some toast with whatever was left over and grabbed yourself a Can of Coca Cola. „So what were you guys talking about earlier?“, you asked, throwing yourself next to Kie. „Oh, JJ just told us a stupid fact about Phineas and Ferb which wasn‘t true.“, Pope said. You just nodded while taking a bite from your toast. „Why are you still wearing the stuff from last night?“, Kie changed the subject. „Oh.. I just forgot to bring clothes to change into, I‘m just gonna drive home later to change and shower before coming back.“, you said, hoping they would believe you. You knew you could always borrow something from John B since he lives here and even from JJ because half of his clothes are here. „Why didn‘t you ask? I could‘ve given you some spare clothes for the night.“, John B stated something you already knew. „I know I just was probably too drunk to think about that.“, you said, giving John B your best smile you could spare right now.

He let it be because pope stated that you were actually really drunk last night, more than usual.

–

A few hours later you came home, hoping that your mother wasn‘t home right now, but to your luck she was.

„Where were you last night, I told you to come straight home after the Bonfire.“, she said, trying to keep calm but slightly failing at it. You knew when your mom was angry, nostrils flared, eyes wide with anger and her cheeks had a slight tone of red which wasn‘t cursed because of her rouge she normally wore. „I slept over at some friends house, I was too drunk to drive and I forget to text you I‘m sorry.“, you knew you didn‘t need to say their names, she already knew where you were so no need to lying, at least that would take away some steam, telling the truth was better than lying to her in those kind of situations. „And were your so-called friends the reason you drank so much?“, she asked, putting quote marks to the “friends” parts. „No I wanted it myself, they tried to stop me even but I didn‘t let them.“, you knew whatever you say, she wouldn‘t believe you when it came to the Pogues,

But to your surprise she just nodded.

„You're grounded for the next two weeks, no Pogues, no drinking and no phone.“, she said, putting her hand out. You turned off your phone before giving it to her. „Now, up to your room, and take a shower you smell like a whole bar of old drunk man.“, she said, scrunching her nose in disgust. You nodded walking up the stairs to your room.

You took off all your clothes, throwing them in your laundry basket, before taking new stuff out and going into your bathroom. You turn the Water on steaming hot before going in and let the heat relax your muscles. You laid your head back letting the hot water hit your face trying to calm your haughty who are spiraling right now. When you looked down you saw your cuts which are starting to heal, the crust on them in a dark red–brownish color the feeling and wanting to cut again coming back up. You finish your shower quickly, before heading out and putting a white towel around your body. Back in your room you sit on your bed, thinking but before you knew it you had a new blade in your hand while standing in your bathroom. The door behind you was closed and locked so your mom couldn‘t come in, you turned the shower on again so she wouldn’t hear you.

And there you were standing in front of your mirror just blankly staring at yourself in your towel with still damp hair, the short time outside nearly drying your hair since today was a really hot day in the outer banks. You knew your friends wanted to look for fish and go swimming out with the boat, but you couldn't resist the urge no matter how hard you tried.

(A/N: I give you the chance of skipping this part because is getting more explicit here with the self harm, so feel free to skip <3)

You just stared and the thoughts came rushing in your head. They don‘t want you. You are just a burden. You are a burden for your family, your friends and the people around you. You are just a piece of shit. You are worth nothing. You are not worthy of love. Do you really think your parents love you? You are.. You.. ..

You couldn‘t bear it anymore, you just grabbed the blade and set the first cut, then the second and the third. You just started going wild, and after you could see the one arm not anymore because of the blood, you started on the other arm, just going absolutely feral like a wild animal trying to kill its prey. You didn‘t even notice that you started crying while doing it, you stopped when your other arm was also full with your own blood.

(A/N: It’s over here, I didn‘t wanted it to Long )

You let the razor blade fall into the sink, breaking down crying not realizing that your blood is dripping in the sink, on the floor and on your towel which you have to throw away later. You just cried, cried because you felt unworthy of anything, friends, love, parents, anything that is normal in someone’s life. And it was triggered just by the little argument with your mom, what you couldn‘t even call that. You had no Idea how long you sat on the bathroom floor crying, but once you calmed down, you got up, you washed your arms free from the blood, the water slightly burning in your fresh wounds, but you tried to make no noise. Before you did anything else, you grabbed your first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet and put bandages around your arms, firmly enough to hopefully stop the bleeding. You changed in your room, you just throw on some shorts, a shirt and a new sweater, before putting on your shoes and throwing some spare clothes in a backpack and climbing out of your window, you had luck that under your window was the roof of the Garage and that your Mom hadn‘t took away your car keys.

Once you got into your car you turned the engines on and drove away. You saw your mom running out, yelling at you from the rearview mirror but you turned on your radio and drove to the Chateau. Was it stupid? Yes. Would you be in more trouble afterwards? Yes. Did you care right now? Absolutely fucking not.

–

The engine turned off once you turned the key, the radio dying instantly, you watched your friends getting the boat ready for a little trip like usual. You just sit there quietly, thinking if you really wanted to go with them, or if you would just be a burden for them? You took a deep breath before mumbling under your breath „fuck it.“, you took your backpack and got out of your car, walking towards them.

„Hey she is back!“ JJ yelled, with two fishing rods in his hands. „Yeah, and guess who is grounded for two weeks?“, you grinned at him. „And then you are here?“, Pope asked. „Well, I don‘t really care. I mean she can‘t contact me, while she is the one who has my phone.“, you laughed. „That’s my girl.“, JJ grinned, giving Pope the Rods before putting an arm around your shoulders. „Well, looks like I have another guest for those two weeks.“, John B said, putting the buckets down. „I‘m just bringing my Backpack in and then I‘m right back outside.“, you said, wending out of JJs arm, going Inside, throwing your backpack on the bed.

–

Like 15 minutes later you guys were on the way to a place where the water would be deep enough to swim and to fish, once you guys found the place, you stopped the boat and let the anchor down.

After a while you had now Idea how much time is passing by, you just realized the sun is slowly starting to settle down, while laughing absolutely hard at one or JJs stupid Jokes, you had funny and actually forget what Made broke down earlier, actually you had pushed those memories and feelings so far back in your brain, that you forgot that you had bandages around both of your underarms when you rolled up your sleeves. You were at first confused as to why everyone quieted down, but when you looked at your arms, you remembered what you did early and faster put them down again looking at every single one of your friends who just stared at you.

„Y/N..“, Pope started. „Yeah?“, you asked like nothing happened. „Why Did you have bandages around your arms?“, kie asked straightly. „What?“, you tried to act innocent, not to let anything shine through. „You know what we mean.“ John B said. „Nope.“, you said while sipping your drink.

And that started an argument about why you have bandages around your underarms.

„Y/N, come on, you can tell us when something is going on.“, JJ said. „Nothing is going on, I had an accident.. that’s all.“, you said, shrugging with your shoulders. „An accident on both of your arms?“, Pope asked, not believing a single word you just said. „Yep.“, you nodded, trying to not let your eyes get watery.

They stared at you again for some time, just in pure disbelief you would lie them blankly in the face.

„I‘m okay guys, it‘s nothing.“. You tried laughing it off. „Stop telling us that you‘re okay, when you‘re clearly not.“, Throwed JJ in getting mad at the fact that you kept your problems away from them.

You just kept quiet looking away, trying to hold in your tears that started brimming in your eyes.

„You know what, you don‘t need to tell us anything..yet. We can just sit here, it's okay.“, Kie said, putting a hand on your shoulder. „But we can‘t help you, if you don‘t let us.“, Pope said, coming to your other side putting a hand on your other shoulder. „I know.. I just don‘t want to cry.. I feel.. Fuck, I feel so stupid for crying.“, you said looking up in the sky, still tryongnto hold those tears in. „Hey.. It‘s Okay to cry.“, John B said, squatting down in front of you, turning and holding your face in his hands so you look at him. „It‘s okay.“, he said, looking you in the eyes. „They‘re right Y/N, all of them.“, JJ said, squatting down next to John B.

You nodded, finally letting your tears break out. The four of them started hugging you in a big hug, all of them embracing you in a hug full of love, a hug that feels like comfort and Home. Once you let go of them, and they let go of you, you told them everything, what’s been going on, the remarks of rafe that were worsened when your friends weren‘t with you, the divorce of your parents plus them hating on your friends and very little else.

„Why didn‘t you tell us that earlier?“, Kie asked. „I didn‘t wanted to be a burden, which I probably am right now, I didn‘t wanted you to put all that on you, especially at the start of the divorce of my parents, I just fell into that habit of hurting myself, when I came home it just was the worst I have ever been with this feeling, I didn‘t even realized, that I was doing it so much and so fast, I just wanted to quiet down my thoughts. I wanted to drain them out and not feel anything..“, you explain to them. „You aren‘t a burden, who told you that.“, John B stated. „Well, I actually heard my Mom say it on the phone while the divorce was still going on. She was discussing it with my father who would keep me. They talked about me like I was an object and not a person.“, you said, staring at your hands.

You didn‘t have to look to know that everyone was looking at you with pitying faces.

„You aren‘t a burden, your mom is fucking stupid to say stuff like this, she doesn‘t deserve you.“, JJ said standing up. You looked at him while everyone said his name in shock. „No he is right..“, you started. „But I don‘t really want to talk about it anymore.. can we switch the theme?“, you asked, drying your eyes with the arms of your sweater.

–

When you were back at the Chateau, you felt someone putting their arm around your shoulders.

„Don‘t worry, we‘re getting you away from that, and out of that dark hole.“, Kie said, going next to you. „Yeah definitely, we‘re gonna kick their asses.“, JJ said, coming next to you with a bucket full of fish. „Thank you guys, you really make me feel safe.“, you said with a light smile. „Yep, and we aren‘t going anywhere anytime soon.“, Pope said, while JJ put his arm around your waist. „Right, and you‘re gonna stay here as long as you need to. See the chateau as your clinic now, and we are doctors and nurses to help you.“, John B said, walking in front of you guys with the other bucket in hand. „I don‘t know if I want JJ as my Doctor or my nurse.“, you said jokingly. „Hey, what does that mean?“he asked, offended. „I think I would be a great nurse or a doctor.“, he started trying to walk past you, Kie and pope, tripping and nearly falling on his face in the process. „Try to learn to walk straight first.“, you said a grin slipping its way on your Lips.

–

„Hey what’s wrong, pretty face?“, JJ asked, sitting down next to you. „I don‘t know if I‘m doing the right thing, whilst staying away from my mom and stuff you know..“, you said.

The two weeks where you normally would’ve been grounded, past way two fast, it’s the beginning of week three, and you actually didn‘t harm yourself in those three weeks. Well, nearly, you tried it a few times secretly, but you were always stopped luckily.

„You‘re doing the right thing.“, JJ said, putting an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. „Then why does it feel so wrong to me.?“, you asked, leaning against him and putting your head on his shoulder. „Well, you Mom expected you to live after her and do everything to make her happy and be at her standards, but right now you‘re focusing on you and not her, that’s probably why.“, he said, drawing little things on your shoulder while leaning his head against yours. „Can we like, I don‘t know cuddle for a bit? I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?“, you asked JJ, looking up at him. „Yeah totally.“, he said.

You both lie down on the bed you're sitting on to cuddle, which actually helped with the way you were feeling.

–

Today was a bad day, a very bad day. You were out with the Pogues like you were for the last few weeks, the last Month you and the Pogues went out nearly every single day and today was not different. You either went to the Wreck, to the beach to surf, out on the boat, or just drove around in the Twinkie even in the middle of the night.

All those things actually helped get you away from your thoughts, well it went well until today. You didn‘t know what was wrong, but today just fell off even though you were excited, because today was a Little movie show near the beach, and you guys decided to go there and watch the movie, that was until Rafe Cameron needed to make a remark. You tried to ignore it, but when he and his friends started laughing, you couldn't bear it and just ran away. You didn‘t make it war away, just war enough to hide between the cars at the Twinkie.

You started crying once you were alone, that just sat you off and ruined it.

„Hey.. Hey..“, you Heard John B coming towards you, before sitting next to you on the floor and pulling you against his chest. „It‘s okay, you‘re okay.“, he said, straddling your head. „I‘m sorry, I didn‘t want to ruin it. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn‘t once they laughed. I‘m so so sorry that I‘m so fucking weak and need to cry..“, you croaked against his chest. „Hey don‘t say that.. This? These tears are not a weakness. This right now is not a weakness.. This all shows how strong you are and how strong you‘ve been. And when you‘re done, look back and know that you were strong enough to overcome what you once thought to be impossible, alright?a, he asked, holding your face in his hands.

You just nodded sniffling. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before pulling you again against his chest.

„Did you really need to punch him in the face JJ?“, Popes' voice was heard. „Yes.“, the speaker answered. „Well, This whole thing sucked, so let’s just go home and watch a movie there.“, Kie said looking at you and John B, who now were sitting in the open twinkie. „Yeah let’s do that.“, you said, giving them a little smile.

Back at the chateau, you guys watched some old movie that John B had there. You were sitting next to JJ, when you looked at him shortly, before putting your head on his shoulder.

„Thank you for Punching Rafe.“, you whispered. „No need to thank me.“, he whispered back. You just smile softly for yourself.

–

A few months later, you started to stay just for a few days at your mothers since her house doesn‘t really feel like a home anymore. To your surprise she couldn‘t care less, a few months ago you would‘ve cried about that fact, but since you way over that because of your friends that are your family now, you also couldn‘t care less. Today you were back at the chateau, drinking and having fun with your friends, when something came to your mind.

„I never said, 'Thank you‘, did I?“, you said out of nowhere. „For what?“, John B asked, with everybody agreeing. „For.. Well.. Everything you did for me the past few months.“, you said smiling looking at every single one of them. „You don‘t need to thank us for that.“, Kie said. „Yeah, that‘s what friends are there for.“, Pope said. „No.“, JJ said, getting everyone off guard. „What?“, everyone said in sync. „We are not friends, we are a family. That‘s what a family is there for.“, he said standing up looking in your eyes.

Smiling, you stand up with JJ raising your Can Beer in the air.

„On us and all the years in the future we hopefully stay like this. Cheers!“, you said looking at your family. „On Us!“, everyone cheers with you taking a sip from their drinks.

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[rubberfuckey]

summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare. Fourth part! Mentions of blood and a teeny snippet of violence.

part one part two part three

wc: 1.5k

a/n: as always, let me know what you think! hope y'all love it!

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It always started the same. 

Rafe was sitting outside on the porch at his house. Rose comes out holding a large bowl filled with the salad she just chopped up, everyone else already sitting at the table as they prepared to enjoy a nice dinner together. Everything was as it should be. Even you were there, sitting next to him holding his hand under the table, eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Rafe told stories and cracked jokes, everyone laughed and listened intently to every word he said. All of a sudden, your smile dropped as you looked past him. His head turned as he watched JJ and John B walk across the yard towards the table. He went to stand up and tell them to leave the property, but he was stuck. He couldn’t get up from the chair he was sitting in. As they approached, he tried to yell at them, but his voice wasn’t working. He thrashed in the chair, trying to yell and move his legs. He felt completely powerless as they got closer. John B and JJ laughed as they ran up on Ward, all Rafe could do was sit there and watch as they raised a brick and smashed it right against the back of Ward’s head. His head hit the table, and they ran away. Rafe panicked and started sobbing uncontrollably as he watched him bleed out.

You woke up on the sectional across from Wheezie after hearing a scream. Wheezie was still in a deep sleep but you sat up, hearing footsteps on the floor above you. Rafe came down the stairs and stopped when he saw you sitting up on the sofa. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his feet. He looked exhausted.

“Uh, I’m sorry if I woke you, I was just coming down to grab a bowl of cereal.” 

You looked at your phone for the time, who eats cereal at 2:47 in the morning?

“You want some?” he asked. “Sure,” you weren’t hungry, but you didn’t want to leave him alone like this. 

You sat in the kitchen quietly eating, you didn’t know what to say to him. 

“Rafe,” you dropped your spoon and turned towards him “does that happen often?”

“What?”

“The nightmares.” 

He looked at you and shook his head, “I’m fine.” 

“That’s not what I asked you.” 

He should know by now that if you wanted an answer to your question, you weren’t going to let him skirt around the topic. 

He rolled his eyes, but still answered, “Just about every night since I found out he was dead.”

You nodded slowly as you watched him push a single piece of cereal around the bowl of milk. 

“Do you want to tell me about them?”

“Yes, but not right now baby. I’m so tired.” 

You felt your heart break as you watched him get up and dump the milk down the sink, grabbing yours on his way. He called me baby, he didn’t even realize what he said. It just felt natural. He was shirtless and barefoot with just a pair of old gym shorts on his hips. His hair was starting to grow back and it was a complete mess right now. He looked like a hollow, cracked shell of the man you once knew and loved.

“You should get back to sleep,” he whispered, “I’m sorry again for waking you up.”

“Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong. The couch was kind of hurting my back anyways,” you looked down nervously, hoping he’d take the hint. 

“Oh, do you want to take my bed? I can take the couch, or you could just take the guest room. I don’t know, whatever you want,” he said all in one breath. You just smiled and grabbed his hand as you pulled him up toward his room. You sat down on what used to be your side of his bed and patted the space next to you. Not even back for 24 hours and you’re already back in his bed. Should you be concerned? Maybe a little. Did you care right now? Not in the slightest. He bit back a smile as he walked towards his bed and sat next to you, unsure of how to lay down. You moved down his bed, pulling him down too. You weren’t cuddling, in fact, your upper halves weren’t touching at all. You were both too scared to make that move. You faced each other, breathing each other's air and you moved your legs slightly to rest under his. He sighed contently, no matter how much he wanted to hold you, he was ecstatic just to have you here lying next to him, your cold feet on his legs like they belonged. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, and he whispered gently, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Rafe.”

-

You woke up the next morning, in a completely different position than you had fallen asleep in. Somehow during the night, Rafe had turned his back to you and you wrapped your arms around his waist. Your face was smooshed against his bare back as he held onto the arms wrapped around him so tight it was like he was scared you would slip right out of his grasp. You didn’t move, if he had really been having these nightmares every night consistently, he needed the rest. You stayed still, dozing back off, until eventually, he started to stir. You pretended to still be asleep as he turned his head slightly and let out a chuckle at the feeling of you all wrapped up against him. He had to still be dreaming, right? Your phone buzzed on the nightstand and he grabbed it, Wheezie had texted you. Morning voice in full effect, he called your name to wake you up. 

“Y/N, wake up, Wheezie texted you.” 

You groaned, not ready to get up for the day, but you pulled yourself off of him as he handed you your phone. Hello?? Where’d you go??

You hated lying, but there was no way you were going to tell her you had slept next to her brother. Guest room, couch was uncomfy. Be down in a sec.

Rafe watched you send the message and snorted, “Liar.”

“Hush,” you giggled. You sat up from the bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. He got up and walked into the bathroom attached to his room, grabbing a toothbrush.

“I, uh, still have the toothbrush you left here if you want to brush your teeth.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment, “Gross, Rafe, that thing is probably all dusty and dirty by now.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re probably right,” he laughed, “I have brand new ones too.”

“Perfect,” you smiled as you got up to join him in the bathroom. You shared the sink as you both brushed your teeth together quietly. You left the room and went downstairs to where Wheezie was, making Rafe stay up in his room for a few minutes so it doesn’t seem suspicious. 

“What do you want to do today, Wheeze?” 

“Let’s go shopping!”

You nodded excitedly, “Okay! Go get ready, and then we can stop by my house so I can change and then we’ll hit the town.”

Rafe passed her on the steps as she went to go get dressed for the day. You sat on the sofa scrolling through Instagram as you waited. Rafe came down and sat next to you and you looked up from your phone.

“Y/N, do you think you could unblock my number? I promise to not leave you an embarrassing amount of drunk voicemails anymore.”

You laughed and nodded, going to your phone app to resave his number. 

“What did you guys decide on doing today?”

“We’re just going to go do some shopping.”

He nodded as Wheezie ran down the steps, dragging you out the door, shouting goodbyes behind her as you looked back to smile and wave at Rafe.

-

Shopping was great, you tried on so many clothes and filled your arms with shopping bags. As you were walking into the next store, your phone buzzed, it was Rafe.

Let me take you to dinner tonight.

As a thank you for last night.

He double-texted? You shook your head with a smile, this should not be making you as happy as it is. 

No need to thank me. I didn’t really do anything. 

He texted back not even a minute later; Think about where you want to go. does 6 work for you? I’ll pick you up.

Kk that works see you soon (:

“What are you smiling at?” Wheezie questioned, pulling you out of your own little world.

“Nothing!” You locked your phone and put it back in your pocket quickly. Real smooth.

“Okay, I’ll pretend I don’t know you went upstairs with Rafe last night and now you’re smiling at your phone like a weirdo.” 

Your smile dropped as you looked at her, shocked, “When did you get so grown?”

She just shrugged and walked over to look at a dress that was hanging up across the store.

part five

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[slaytheprofessor]

"Well..." You exhale. "If he doesn't really know what he's doing, maybe I can talk with him. See if he'll see reason."

The Guide: ...

The Guide: You can certainly try.

Voice of the Rebel: Oooh. Just got chills.

Voice of the Researcher: *mutters* Oh my god.

The Guide: You head down the street in the right direction. You know instinctively where to turn, which signs to follow, which landmarks to look out for.

The Guide: Finally, you are standing in front of the library---a small, one-story space sandwiched between two taller buildings. The windows are boarded up, and a closed sign is hanging in the door.

Voice of the Rebel: Okay, so... do we, like, smash the window, reach in, and open it from the inside, then? Or do we just kick the door down?

Voice of the Researcher: Have you considered, oh, I dunno, just opening the door? It might not even be locked.

Voice of the Rebel: Uh, it's closed. That usually means that it's locked.

The Guide: Maybe attempt to open it before engaging in destruction of property?

Voice of the Rebel: Thought you said this place was abandoned, big guy! There's nobody to make a fuss if we do a little B&E action, right?

Voice of the Researcher: I've decided that I don't like you.

Voice of the Rebel: *singsong* Ask me if I care! Teacher's pet.

Voice of the Researcher: Hey, Guide, can I punch---

The Guide: No.

The Guide: And, by the way... the professor is, by nature, a clever man. He will lie, he will cheat, and he will do everything in his power to stop you from killing him.

The Guide: You can reason with him, if you want. But I would keep your guard up. And I wouldn't be quick to trust him.

Voice of the Researcher: We're still hearing him out.

The Guide: Yes, I know. You've made that clear.

You cross the street and open the door to the library, the creaking of the door and the ringing of a little bell sounding as you do. And when you step inside...

The voices in your head are quiet for a minute.

Voice of the Researcher: Okay, uh... what the hell am I looking at right now?

The Guide: *completely and utterly befuddled* The... the library is a patchwork of so many different libraries, blended together in an ill-fitting design that seems on the verge of falling apart. Is it an office space? Is it the interior of a cave? Is it a waiting room? Is it a lab? Is it a workshop?

The Guide: The library is all of them, and they are all the library. The only thing that's clear---the only thing that makes sense---is a pristine blade, perched on a desk that resembles an impossible object drawing more than a real, tangible thing.

The Guide: The blade is your implement. I wouldn't recommend going down there without it.

Voice of the Rebel: No coffee shop? Booooo.

Voice of the Researcher: We're standing in the middle of a fever dream, and you're worried about coffee?!

Voice of the Rebel: I mean, I obviously don't need to worry about edibles, seeing how trippy this place is. *laugh-snorts* Fuck me, I feel high already! Forget the coffee bar, this place rocks!

You allow yourself to ignore the fact that there is, apparently, a part of you that enjoys taking psychedelics. Because as confusing as this place is, the Guide has neglected to mention one thing.

Hovering above the wall next to the door---and it must be hovering, since nothing fits right in this place---is a mirror. Made of black glass.