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sinisterexaggerator · 4 months

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John Hancock - NSFW Alphabet

Only out to have a little fun! Enjoy (or not)! This is just my take on his character.

3.8k words (oops).

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

No matter how you decide to do the deed, Hancock has your best interest at heart, as long as you stay in his good graces. He wouldn’t necessarily baby you after sex, but he’ll make sure you’re all right, as you may wind up participating in several experimental or unusual scenarios. But in the end, John wants to make sure his little ray of sunshine is well-rested for round two.

He'd offer you chems for a bit of a pick-me-up, a cigarette precariously hanging from the corner of his mouth—he needs a smoke after. It just “feels right.”

He would pat his shoulder as a place for you to rest your head, then pull you in nice and tight before sharing a drag with you, going insofar as to place the filter against your lips, held loosely between two fingers. No uncomfortable post-coital silence—unless you’re into that.

Hancock might even get all philosophical on you now that his head’s clear. I can see him being into pillow talk regardless—we know he loves to run his mouth—nothing a romp in the sack with you won’t cure.

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

I have a feeling Hancock isn’t picky, as long as your heart is in the right place. There is more to him than being a “drug addict.” I’d say he’s well-read, even though he acts on instinct—he may be pretty well fond of your brain.

Hancock puts a lot of stock into how people think or speak versus their actions. He’s not a pushover, doesn’t take any bullshit, and if your belief system matches up with his—if he, “likes the way you operate”— you don’t have much to worry about.

Still, I see him favoring something warm and supple to grab onto, something soft to kiss. And he’ll take his time when he’s in the mood, dishing out compliments as he explores every inch of your body.

Maybe with being a Ghoul, it’s a real treat when you get to knock boots with a human. I can see him missing out on what that feels like from time to time.

As far as his own body, I see this man as a bit self-conscious, though he doesn’t let onto that fact quite often. Comments about his “ugly mug” are made in jest, but there is some truth to that within his own thought process and how he perceives himself, most likely, despite the whole “King of the Zombies” vibe he says the ladies love.

Personally, I think his confidence is partially a façade.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person:

Hancock always makes sure you get yours. Multiple orgasms are in the cards, as he knows exactly how to make your toes curl, and he’s not above using that information to his advantage.

You’re the wettest thing in the Wasteland when Hancock’s around, and you can bet your ass he’s going to comment on it every chance he gets. Otherwise, he loves to play in it; to spread the sheen between his fingers; to lick it clean off while you watch, or to smear it over his withered skin, lubricating his cock with it.

All in all, it’s a stroke to his ego to know he’s the one responsible for making you cum that hard that often. You can be damn sure he’s out to fuck you every chance he gets.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

I mentioned this in another post, but Hancock likes it when you’re addicted to chems because he’s the one providing. As long as he’s supplying the drugs for you to get your fix, you’re not going to leave him high and dry.

Maybe he fears being, “skipped out on,” thinkin’ it’s just another reason for you to stick around. It ties into him being insecure—call it insurance. He’s not proud of it, but you don’t seem to mind, and there’s no one around to call him on it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

Based on comments we hear throughout the game, Hancock was known to be a looker before being a Ghoul. He’s still a looker even after his transformation, and he is well-aware his physical appearance garners the attention of the ladies, or so he says. From this we can infer Hancock has no trouble in finding someone to fuck. I’m sure he has been around the block more than a few times, but it would be the appearance of someone special in his life that might make him rethink his whorish lifestyle.

Despite being a bit of a promiscuous rascal who most likely participates in a lot of meaningless sex, when he finds the right person, I am sure he is more than happy to be monogamous. But overall, I would say he definitely knows what the hell he’s doing—why else would Bobbi make that comment about everyone being in love with him?

Hancock’s a catch, contrary to whether or not he believes it himself, and for more than one reason, me thinks. And it is common for even those people who are “good-looking” to be self-conscious and worried about how others perceive them, so that doesn’t change the idea of him still being insecure despite his charm and charisma, though him saying he’s charming could be him playing at being facetious.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

The Couch Surfer*

Hancock loves to bend you over the arm of the couch in the Old State House with you face down in the cushions as he plows into you from behind. It allows for deeper penetration and more thrusting power, with your feet either on the floor, or with your knees pulled in toward your own body as your legs hover off the ground.

This also makes it so neither of you have to get entirely undressed if you don’t want to, or if there is simply no time for anything but a quickie. With both of you pulling down your trousers, or with you hiking up your dress, it makes for easy access, and the angle is just right for hitting that sweet spot.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

Hancock is a switch in more ways than one. This can go either way, as he’s not afraid to get weird or try anything once. At the same time, if you’re his special person, he may be inclined to take things a bit more serious. Think body worship in this case, or copious amounts of praise, romantic notions in your ear—that sort of thing.

This doesn’t account for if you’ve pissed him off, as all bets are off, and I’m sure he can think of more than one way to set you straight, even if that involves being more condescending than usual, or withholding sex all together because he’s just “not feeling it after the way you’ve been actin’.”

In fact, he may be able to home in on if he’s frightening you—that in and of itself can be a turn on. Oh, you’ve been misbehaving lately? Get ready to meet No More Mister Nice Ghoul. Although, you’d have to fuck up royally for him to take any of that so serious.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

No hair, don’t care (obviously)! But Hancock may enjoy running his fingers through yours, and he does so gently, not afraid to brush that stray strand out of your eyes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

This can also go either way, depending on Hancock’s mood. One minute he’s treating you like the filthy whore you are, and the next minute he’s spewing off the most romantic things you’ve ever heard. He’s not afraid to speak his mind, no matter the topic of conversation. He’ll tell you to suck his cock like a good little slut, but then don’t put it past him to confess how much you mean to him in the same breath.

In other words, you can simultaneously be the best thing that’s ever happened to him, while also receiving an earful of the dirtiest, raunchiest trash talk to have ever been uttered by man. He knows you’re going to come undone regardless—he just has that effect on you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

Hancock loves to force you to watch him masturbate when it’s impossible for you to touch him. That American flag at his waist serves well in a pinch, able to tie your hands up so he can sit back and pleasure himself without you interfering.

Long, languid strokes drive you mad, Hancock not skimping on the heady eye contact, enjoying it when you come unraveled at the seams. You’re begging to join in, to please him yourself, but this is where the fun begins—cry for him all you want to, those handcuffs aren’t coming off, not until he says so.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Oh, man. OK, here we go!

Praise kink – Hancock gives Golden Retriever boyfriend energy. Maybe it’s the fact he follows you around in-game, but he would take so well to you praising him. “Mn, yeah? You like that? Let me show you what else I can do…”

Role-play – I can see this man being into role-play scenarios. He already basically cosplays as a historical figure— it gives him the freedom to mess around with you knowing he doesn’t mean any of it in the end. You can be sure he’d have a safe word if that’s something you’re wanting. He’d take on new roles himself, or play along with yours. “Big bad Mayor” comes to mind for those of you who want a little more bossing around.

Sensation play - Hancock is big on touch. He loves to trace your skin with his fingers, or for you to touch him. I can also see him being into sensory deprivation, blindfolding himself so his sole focus remains on the feel of your hands smoothing over his callous flesh. I’m sure besides a lot of one-night stands, he barely gets anything in the way of attention. It’s always quick and easy— to really be close to someone? That takes guts.

Brat taming – This is a given. Maybe it’s not a game, you’re just really a brat. He doesn’t mess around when it’s time to get serious, so if you’re in his way, or if you’re rubbing him wrong, expect to hear about it. Think daddy/little girl vibes in most cases, but this can spill over into the role-play arena as well. But it’s not all negative—if you’ve been a good girl or boy, he’s willing to praise you for a job well done.

Degradation – Shit-talking him to the point of degradation is a thing he’s into. Not that he believes everything you’re saying, but he’s able to take a few verbal punches without psychic damage. The more sarcastic and ruthless you are, the more he respects you, and the more it may turn him on. He enjoys someone who isn’t afraid to stand up to him, but he also enjoys being put in his place, if you have the balls to try.

Bondage – Tie him up and have your way with him, or he’s liable to do the same to you. He loves a strong, take-charge woman, and a go get ‘em kinda man. He has the most fun when you’re the one who’s “powerless.” He’ll drive you wild before he finally gives in—the best part is watching you squirm and beg for him.

Exhibitionism – He will fuck you anywhere and everywhere; he doesn’t care who watches, but watching’s all their going to do. Hancock’s always down for a quickie, or something a little more intimate, but it doesn’t matter if it’s in the privacy of his suite at the Old State House, or the backroom of the Third Rail. Sex is sex, and there is no one he rather have it more with than you—anytime, anyplace.

Knife play/ Gun play – This Ghoul will use any and all means with which to get his rocks off, and he has a special place in his heart for knives. He’ll draw blood, or not, running the blade across your skin, not afraid to use the hilt to fuck you. The same goes for guns of all sorts, shells or bullets removed. Expect them to be put into places – like your mouth, or cunt. He’s not shy about it.

*I should add he is a total switch. He can play at top or bottom. IMO he plays bottom more frequently for male partners, and tops for female partners, but again, he loves a woman who knows how to take charge – he wouldn’t mind if you stepped on him.

Overall, he has a lot of sadistic qualities, but he’s also a bit of a masochist— he knows when and where to draw the line. He would never hurt you or do anything without your consent, UNLESS you’ve done something to get on his bad side, then there is no telling what might happen.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do):

As I mentioned earlier, this man is an exhibitionist, so he would settle for fucking you anywhere he could. However, the riskier, the better, as he’s not afraid of getting caught—it’s part of the thrill. But if he’s feeling romantic, maybe he takes you to the roof of the Old State House, out under the stars.

Afterward, he lays with you there, pointing out the various constellations he’s read about in books. Maybe he even dragged an old mattress up there—no one will miss it—as it’s a place you frequently rendezvous.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

Violence and compassion, LOL. Allow me to explain:

Put simply, you putting down assholes for all the right reasons gets him hard. Hancock’s all about dispensing justice, about helping out the little guy, so if he gets to watch you kill evil fucking people while doing just that? Talk about a bonus— a really attractive one.

“Mn, the way you cut that guy’s head clean off—I wanted to fuck you right then and there. You should have seen his eyes bug out—bastard knew what was coming.”

Also, you doing a lot of chems and lowering your inhibitions for him? You willing to get freaky with him? That just makes you soulmates.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs:

Cannibalism, which is self-explanatory considering his comments in the game in regard to Sole if you have/use that perk. Hey, at least he’s not too judgmental.

I also do not assume he’s into torture, or blood and gore. A quick, merciless death is more his style, but considering his thoughts on Pickman and his “artistic flair,” plus not wanting to go anywhere near the gallery to see for himself, makes me think he’s adverse to that kind of thing. He doesn’t necessarily like hurting people or causing pain, only when the situation truly calls for it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

I see him as preferring to give, though he won’t turn down a blowjob. It is a high all its own to get you off so easy with his mouth.

All those delicious little sounds; the way you writhe beneath him; the way you hold the back of his head; the way you say his name… It’s addicting, almost more so than chems. And I should say he’s not above eating ass.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):

Again, both—depending on what his mood dictates. He’s not afraid to fuck you hard and fast, but he can also slow down and make love to you when he’s feeling soft. He’s a moody Ghoul, but it is a part of his charm. Time spent with him is never boring.

Sometimes, pure, unbridled lust wins out, or maybe he’s feeling sadistic for whatever reason—in this case, you may find yourself unable to walk the next morning.

But he can also be sensual, taking his time to please you proper while sending you to heaven on a cloud of fluffy, romantic words. He’s multifaceted, and so is your love for each other.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc):

I don’t think I am alone when I say that Hancock commenting offhand about, “you just say the word if you wanna take a little, uh, chem break” is most likely a euphemism for sex and very suggestive.

He sure as hell has nothing bad to say about quickies. Getting down and dirty at a moment’s notice is in his wheelhouse, so don’t be afraid to tell him when you’re in the mood, no matter where you might be or what you might be doing.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

Bears repeating, I guess. He’s up for almost anything and everything, minus the eating human flesh part. He’s not afraid to take risks in any aspect of his life, always out to do the right thing, even if there are consequences.

In relation to sex, he’s not shy, and doesn’t expect for you to be either. Feel free to open up to him about your deepest, darkest desires—he would be thrilled to help you out in that department.

Expect him to offer chems beforehand, or to check in with you if it’s something a little more high-risk. Safety first and all that nonsense—he truly cares about your well-being, but it’s also nice to know he’s met his match. That’s not to say he wouldn’t have fun corrupting you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

I’m going to say that the regenerative effect that Ghouls possess also allows them to recuperate quickly after sex. Hancock has a stamina stockpile; he could go for hours, or for multiple rounds.

Of course, he also doesn’t mind just holding you, slowing down to bask for a little while in your amiable company.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

Back to the knife-play, gun-play kink, I suspect he not only uses various, dangerous tools to pleasure you, but also rope, or handcuffs. Everyday items that can he repurposed into something new and fucked up—alligator clamps for your nipples, or an Institute shock baton as a cattle prod—if you’re into that sort of thing. In other words, he’s not afraid to experiment.

As it’s the “end of the world,” I am not sure he has access to expensive, exotic toys, but if he did, he would be sure to use them. Maybe there’s an old sex shop with a few top of the line products still on the shelves. He’d nab anything for shits and giggles, trying various things out on you and on himself. Not like he has anything better to do.

But even so, he probably prefers it just being you and him, nothing fancy. He doesn’t need it— you’re all he needs to have a good time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Hancock often plays unfair. He loves to tease you to the point of edging. He’ll take you as far as the cusp of an orgasm, then let the feeling dissipate, driving you toward insanity a little more each time.

And he’s so good at what he does; you’ll cum when he allows it. Lucky for you, this time he’s feeling generous—but if you pout? He’s done for.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

Hancock may make you scream his name, but he’s more of a subdued moan, heavy breaths in your ear kind of Ghoul. He’ll whisper sweet sentiments or speak all the filthy, filthy things he’s going to do you, but may be a bit of a pillow biter when roles are reversed.

He’d still take it like a champ, though, chomping down to keep from “embarrassing” himself. I also bet he’s a bit of a whimperer, or a whiner, fingers digging into the sheets as he buckles down under you like a common whore.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

I’ve got two:

1) Hancock is an over-protective boyfriend who is always out to “watch your back,” whether that be keeping his eye out for creeps, or intervening in a conversation on your behalf. I can also see him as the slightly jealous type, though he would bring it up only due to his own insecurities. Otherwise, he quietly stews until it eats away at him enough he feels the need to say what’s on his mind.

“Hey, if you’re getting bored of me, just say the word—I’ll go.” I don’t think he wants to stick around where he’s not wanted.

2) Hancock is into PDA maybe more than he should be. He’d let you sit in his lap in public while his hands travel your body. He’d caress your waist and thighs, and whisper jokes in your ear that are only meant for you to hear— Hancock loves making you giggle. He’s also up for dragging you into dark corners for steamy make-out sessions, or just wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Let ‘em stare, he gives no fucks who sees you together.

Of course, he’s also OK with just gazing at you lovingly when no one’s looking— not even you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

Hancock’s cock is just as scarred and damaged as the rest of his body, but he can still get it up, and the striations and respective bits of raised tissue are basically just another way of saying “ribbed for your pleasure.”

It’s variegated in color, or various shades—pale, deathly white, intermingled with dark, almost cadaverous-like patches. If you’re into necrosis, this is the man for you, though nothing is falling off or anything like that—he’s 100% intact, willing and able.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

I imagine he has a pretty high sex-drive, but sex isn’t everything to him by any means. He’s always down for a quick romp in the hay, but he’s also not opposed to cuddles.

Yes, he’s a cuddler. With the sappy, over the top romantic lines he says in game, how can this man NOT want to bury himself in your arms every chance he gets? And don’t put it past him to be clingy, either. That’s not always what he’s about, but it can happen with the right combination of brain chemicals and fluffy feelings.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

I see Hancock as waiting for you to fall asleep first, or at least being cognizant enough to know what is going on in the event he has to keep you safe from whatever’s lurking in the dark, whether you’re hiding in the ruins, or walled up somewhere in Goodneighbor—can never be too careful.

In addition, I peg him as someone who may be a bit of an insomniac. He’s a bit hyper in game, and with the fact he pumps himself full of chems just to try to get high, I imagine even as a Ghoul it could fuck up your sleep cycle.

Still, when he falls asleep he sleeps hard—but don’t mind waking him. He’s ready to go when you are, just give him a minute.

If you enjoyed this, be on the lookout for my John Hancock x Fem! Reader fic in the next day or so! 6.8k+ words of porn with plot. :D

P.S.: if you have a specific request, or just want to talk about Hancock in my inbox, feel free!!

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Edit: Here’s the fic!

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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after a long and traumatic week, seeing and experiencing dreadful things — puppy!reader gets into the habit of needing john b to rock her to sleep. every night.

if he doesn’t, there’s tears — and bless your heart he understands. before these few weeks, he’d managed to protect you from it all. being shot at, stumbling on skeletons and dead bodies all for the sake of finding the next clue for the treasure that seemed so far away. at the time, and for your safety he had to bring you along — but as he watches your lip curl over, clinging to his chest back at the chateau — he regrets not finding a way around it.

“well sleep is important, bubba. you need rest.” he stresses, trying to ease you into relaxing as you argue against him. “c’mon. i know you’re tired. i can tell.”

“but i know i’m going to have a nightmare again! ugh.” in a moment of stress, you softly bury yourself into his arm, sinking teeth gently into his tanned bicep.

“noooo you won’t.” he croons in that comforting deep voice of his, slotting his hand between your face and his arm so that he can stroke your cheek with his thumb until you ease up on your bite. you huff, flopping back into his arms dramatically like you’d died mid conversation and he smiles, softly manhandling you until you’re lying directly on his chest. “i’ll tell you why you’re not gonna have any nightmares, pup. it’s because i’m gonna be riiight here. all night. you’re gonna get all hot and bothered and wish that you had your own bed, seriously.” he keeps his tone lighthearted as you get comfortable, but his face falls when he hears you sniffle. “hey, i know.” he acknowledges solemnly, kissing the top of your head.

“jus’ nervous.” you slur, muffled into the fabric of his shirt and he nods in understanding. without thinking much of it, john b starts to sway your body left to right, gently rocking you to attempt to halt your tears. after a moment, you seem to quieten down. “keep doing that.” you rasp after a few minutes, barely awake.

“mhm.” he hums, trying not to disturb you as much as possible with his response, continuing to rock you in his arms. for the first time in a while, you sleep soundly — with no bad dreams.

because of the success in john b’s new technique — you started to require it every night. as soon as you feel the tiredness creep up on you, you’re crawling into his lap, making a rocking motion with your body to communicate what you want. doing this every night might become tiresome to some, but your boyfriend was filled with guilt — accidentally putting you in such dangerous scenarios lately that your body was now riddled with anxiety, needing the gentle motion in order to have a stress free sleep. whatever he could do to help you, to rid himself of the guilt — he would comply.

occasionally, you had required this treatment during a nap in the middle of the day too — straddling him on the couch with the shy request.

“get on in here.” he opens his arms to wrap around you, letting you burrow down into him. as soon as he begins to rock you side to side, your brain starts to power down, even able to partially ignore jj when he loudly strolls in, aware of your habits.

“damn, it’s rockin’ time already? a little early.” the blonde converses casually making the brunette frown and wave one arm at him.

“shh, but yes. yes it is.”

unable to control his behaviour, maybank begins to dance, moonwalking across the wooden panels of the chateau floor. “i wanna rock with you, alllll night.” he sings, making you groggily lift your head to blink an eye at him.

“are you done?” john b deadpans.

“oh hey there sleepy-pooch. my bad, go ‘head and take that nap.” jj busies himself with a beer bottle, grabbing it to settle down with on the couch, eyes latching onto the tv.

you’re fast asleep in a matter of minutes, the gentle humming of the tv mixing with the sounds of your soft snores. “damn, she’s out like that already? guess they found the cure to insomnia. hey, can i try next?” jj teases, lifting the bottle to his lips making the brunette shake his head, not even bothering to glance away from the tv.

“would you shut-up? maybe?” he mumbles in careless retaliation, just happy his sweet pup was getting the rest she deserves.

#john b prompt #puppy!reader

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starkeysbaby · 1 year

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I just thought of Rafe with a sleepy gf reader who falls asleep anywhere anytime. His truck, midsummers, party’s, in the middle of a convo. Idk why but I love the concept

omg i absolutley LOVE this concept!

A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR LATE UPLOAD. I HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK, BUT IM BACK NOW!

Sleepy Girl

pairing: rafe cameron x sleepy!reader [est. relationship]

warnings: none i think lol? [lemme know if you find any]

summary: numerous scenarios of when rafe cameron takes care of his sleepy girl

rafe cameron masterlist main masterlist

in his truck

It had been half an hour since you had told rafe that you were tired before ending the two hour long facetime call you two had been on. It had been half an hour of you trying to get to sleep. Despite being tired, you couldn't manage to fall asleep which was surprising for you as you'd usually be out within minutes after your head hit the pillows. After a few more minutes of struggling you decided to see if rafe was still awake.

*messages with rafe*

About ten minutes later you got a text from rafe saying he was outside. While he would usually come get you himself, at night you told him it'd be best if waits in the car so you guys don't wake your sleeping parents. "Hi beautiful" you heard him say as you got into rafe's truck and put your seatbelt on before he could ask you to. His free hand immediately found it's place on your thigh like it always did during your drives. "Hi, thanks for this" you blushed at his compliment from seconds ago. "Anything for you" he smiled as he started driving with no indication of where he was going. This wasn't the first time the two of you would go on drives when one of you was restless (almost always you) so as usual he would just drive around the obx until you both called it a night.

You continued on your drive having small, random, meaningless but interesting conversations as some random song quietly played through the speakers in the background. As you heard rafe talk about his new project with his dad at cameron development, you couldn't help but smile at him, feeling proud and happy at how much his relationship with his dad has improved and how his attitude towards life in general has changed for the better. The sound of his voice and his thumb rubbing against your thigh lulled you sleep causing rafe to gently pull over and place the blanket he kept in the back over you. He looked over at your sleepy form at a red light and couldn't help but to admire you "love you, my sleepy girl"

at parties (imagine this in a reality where kooks and pouges get along lol)

Kelce had thrown yet another end of school party despite it already being halfway into summer. The teens of the obx were always looking for an excuse to have houseparties, keggers, get togethers, you name it. If it had booze, drugs and people their age, they were down. Not that you were complaining though, you loved having a reason to get all dressed up and spend a night with your best friends and boyfriend. Although you were quite tired today and when vocalising this to rafe and your friends they all replied with something along the lines of "when aren't you". JJ in particular begged you to come and dared you to not fall asleep before 2 am. After a little persuasion and a bet formed between you and jj stating that the loser cleans the others car/bike for the next month, you were down.

At around 1:00 am you all (you, rafe, sarah, kie, cleo, john b, jj, pope, kelce, topper, barry and some other mutual friends) had found yourselves sitting on kelce's rather large balcony alternating between random convos and playing stupid party games such as truth or dare. You were sat in rafe's lap with his arms around you, one of his hands stroking your thigh whilst the other held a beer.

Feeling yourself grow tired you moved your face to bury it into rafe's chest almost forgetting about your bet with jj before you hear barry's voice booming. "YO THORNTON" causing jj to divert his attention away from a clingy kie "looks like mrs country clubs called it a night, pay up" you heard causing you to jolt your head up earning a groan from barry and a chuckle from jj and rafe. "Are you guys betting on me?" you asked putting two and two together. "Hey it's not just us, everyone is, even your boyfriend" jj pointed above you at rafe to get the blame off of himself.

This pulled whatever sleep you had in you away as you sat up and looked at rafe who had a sheepish smile on his face. "Explain" you said staring at rafe. "Well um-" he stuttered earning giggles from kelce and topper who rarely saw rafe at a loss for words "we all bet on who we think is gonna win the bet between you and jj" he explained. "Topper, kelce, john b, and cleo think you're gonna win and kie, barry, pope and sarah think jj's gonna win" he finished. "And you? who do you think is gonna win rafe?" you asked interested to hear his answer.

Some giggles from sarah and john b had you guessing you weren't going to like his answer. "well... baby you know i love you, but my money's on jj" he smiled down at you again with that sheepish smile. "really?" you laughed "you're betting against me?" you fake pouted, not really caring about something so silly. "Sorry baby" rafe laughed kissing your forehead. "Well imma stay up now just so i can see you lose" you smirked up at him "and so i don't have to clean jj's bike for the next month" you added on.

A while later you began to feel sleepy again as you drowned out the conversation between rafe and a few of the others. You looked up at rafe with sleepy eyes and he could swear that he'd never seen anything cuter. "Is it pass two?" you asked him in a pleading voice that had him send a quiet prayer to God that it had passed two so you could stop torturing yourself. He checked his watch, annoyed to see that it was 1:41 am meaning you couldnt sleep for another twenty minutes. Not having the heart to break it to you he just nodded causing you to bury your face into him as you layed against him, sleep immediately taking over you.

He bought his finger up to his lips and looked at everyone else with a death glare, a silent threat to everyone to not ruin it by telling you the actual time or else. He looked back at you sleeping then to jj who had a smirk on his face as he'd just won the bet. Little did jj know that there was no way on earth rafe was gonna let his girl wash jj's bike causing rafe to smirk to himself thinking of how he would deal with jj tomorrow, not caring how annoyed the blonde would get, you won't have to lift a finger. And that money he won from the other bet? He was already planning on how he was gonna take you out with that money and treat you the following day. "goodnight my pretty, sleepy girl" he whispered as he placed one final kiss into the top of your head before resuming his conversation with everyone else.

at midsummers

So far, midsummers had been everything you dreamt and more. You wore a stunning emerald green satin dress which complimented your skin tone and eye colour so beautifully. Your parents were so happy to see you with rafe enjoying midsummers remembering their own first midsummers together whilst the camerons wouldn't stop complimenting you. You had always been family to them being sarah's bestfriend since you both were three but they loved you even more after you started dating rafe.

The hours flew by as you danced with your parents, kie, sarah, wheezie, rafe and a few of your other friends. You even shared a dance with ward as he thanked you for bringing his son back to him. After a while you, kie and sarah went to grab a drink away from your parents hoping to get something alcoholic into your systems. After a while, not many people were left. Your parents had gone home without you once you told them you'd be staying at tannyhill with rafe and sarah tonight. You, kie and sarah were talking when you saw sarah roll her eyes at something behind you before feeling a pair of hands grab your waist. You turned you head to see rafe smiling at you pulling you away from sarah and kie leading you to the dance floor.

A slow song was playing as you both slowly danced to the music with your arms wrapped around his neck and your head was rested against his chest. Rafe's hands stayed at your waist and hips as he moved your body with his bringing his lips down to your ear "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he whispered. This caused you to giggle "only about a milion times". He chuckled at that and you felt butterflies emerge in your stomach at the rumbles from his chest "well that's not enough, lets make it a million and one" he started before peppering some kisses into your hair "you look gorgeous princess" he finished with one final kiss. You smiled feeling nothing but comfort in that moment in that calm atmosphere "i love you" you whispered earning an "i love you more" from rafe. You continued to dance as you felt your eyes get heavier, sleep taking over you. Rafe also felt your body get heavier as you gave into the sleep leading him to gently carry you to his truck, "let's get you home my sleepy girl"

at a picnic date/mid convo

"oh my god rafe, this is so cute" you beamed at rafe as he took out a little picnic blanket and placed it over the grass "i know, you want some strawberries?" rafe smirked in a cocky tone, proud of himself for coming up with a successful date. "yes please" you said sitting down next to him. As soon as you sat down you felt rafe's arms pull you into his lap and before you could say anything to object, he stuffed a strawberry into your mouth.

You two proceeded to talk about many things going on in the obx particularly your night at midsummers just yesterday. With your head in rafes lap, you looked up at him whilst he sat upright against a tree peering down at you and mindlessly playing with your hair. When rafe started describing his favourite moments from midsummers, trying find a few pictures topper had managed to snap, he heard your hums get quieter and less frequent as the seconds passed. Shrugging his brows he moves his phone away so your face was no longer blocked, only to find you sleeping with a small smile on your face. He couldn't help chuckle, not only at the small bit of whipped cream on your nose, but also at how his sleepy girl had fallen asleep on yet another date. Slowy, he quietly snapped a picture of you before putting his phone to the side whilst dropping his head down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, bringing it back up as he continued to admire you.

This was a picture rafe loved.

An image he wanted imprinted in his mind.

His favouite sight.

"sleep well my sleepy girl"

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let’s talk about stepbro!jj for a sec…

stepbro!jj who hates that he’s attracted to you because it goes against every moral he has. and yet every night he finds himself desperately jerking off to pictures of you in your bikini from the last time you both went to the beach.

stepbro!jj who protects you from his dad, because you never asked to be brought into the family, not really.

stepbro!jj who eventually builds up the confidence to shamelessly flirt with you at every chance he gets, earning a horrified look from everyone in a two mile radius.

stepbro!jj who takes pity on you when you come crying to him about how bad you need to cum, but can’t quite get yourself there. letting you dry hump on him to your hearts content as he cums in his boxers quicker than he wants to admit.

stepbro!jj who watches stepcest porn exclusively, and is so guilty about how fast it gets him off when he pictures you in those scenarios.

stepbro!jj who rubs at your clit through your bikini bottoms and passes it off as just admiring your pretty new swim set.

stepbro!jj who massages your tits for you whenever you complain about them being sore.

stepbro!jj who paces around the chateau and rants to John b about how ridiculously pussy whipped he is for you.

stepbro!jj who helps you learn all sorts of new naughty things that nobody has ever shown you before.

stepbro!jj who shows you around all the parties and looks after you, even long after you’ve gotten used to them because neither of you can help yourselves.

stepbro!jj who comforts you after you have a bad date, and beats whoever the guy is to a pulp the next day. because nobody comes after his little sis and gets away with it.

stepbro!jj who comes back from a long day of gold hunting with the pogues and lets you suck him off to help him relax.

stepbro!jj who occasionally freaks out at you because he’s so scared that he’s doing something stupid by having a relationship with you, and then having to comfort you because he scared you.

stepbro!jj who loves how innocent you are, and loves corrupting that innocence.

stepbro!jj who bends you over his lap and gives you a good spanking when you’re being too bratty for his liking in any situation.

stepbro!jj who makes you grind on his leg when you’re on your period, cause he read once that orgasms help with cramps, and he’s more that willing to test that theory.

stepbro!jj who isolates himself from you for days after you both argue because he can’t even imagine that he made someone as perfect as you feel neglected or hurt.

stepbro!jj who is utterly and completely in love with you.

#im feral for this man I fear #lily writes 🌷#jj maybank prompt #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #stepbro!jj #outer banks

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congratulations on 6k 🎉🎉🎉

can I have :🐬 | give me a character + your favorite trope/au and I’ll make a moodboard, a little playlist and a scenario to go with it!

I want jj x John bs sister pls 💖

thank you sm babe 🩷🩷

part of my 6k celebration, come join!

♫- casual, Chappell roan

♫- bad idea, right?, olivia rodrigo

♫- iris, the goo goo dolls

imagine being in a secret relationship with him. Jj deciding against telling your brother, worrying it would ruin his friendship with the boy.

You invite him over one night, one night you thought that John B was out and he wouldn’t return home until tomorrow. Turns out you were wrong.

JJ is knocking on the door, standing in front of you with a giddy smile and inviting himself in, plopping himself down right on your bed, you giggling when he pulled you in the spot next to him, both of you turning on a movie.

The movie got boring to JJ, and at this point, he wasn’t paying much attention to it when he pulled you closer, lips traveling down your skin, sucking onto your neck, his hand resting on your hip.

“Jayj.” You murmured to the blonde, trying to pay attention to the movie in front of you, his lips too distracting.

“Shh. tryna watch something.” He said with a low chuckle against your skin, although you knew he wasn’t trying to watch it at all.

Apparently, the two of you hadn’t heard the front door of the chateau opening, or your brothers heavy steps down the hall where he glanced into your room, stopping in his tracks at the sight.

Both of you stared at him, JJ now frozen, not moving an inch.

“What the fuck?” He murmured, eyes going to you and then JJ.

“JB…” you started, swallowing the lump in your throat and scooting away from Jj. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow?” You spoke, his mouth agape.

“I… am I dreaming right now or…?”

#6k celebration #jj x you #jj x reader #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #obx #outer banks x reader

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Painted Smile

Painted Smile XXXIV

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: I hoped you'll enjoy today's chapter . The plan is on montion... But whose plan?

Alastor’s plan seemed pretty easy to do, framing John wouldn’t be hard, you knew your father would help you if you insisted, even if he was retired now. John had been obsessed with you and Alastor since you began a couple and he had taken both cases that were related to you: Alastor’s father’s disappearance and your best friend, Alice, death.

It could be suspicious enough, or maybe you need to find more clues to make it more impacting..?

“ Mommy, what are you thinking about?”

You looked at Alice who was in the bath with you. She was trying to wash her long hair by herself. Most of the time you would help her but today she decided she was old enough to not be helped. So you were watching her fight her hair before drifting in your mind.

“ I’m wondering if you are going to win against your hair?” You giggled as you took a comb, ready to help your daughter. Alice gave up but smiled when you began brushing her long locks.

“ How was school, Alice?”

“ It was okay. They are all idiots.”

“ What? Why do you say that?” You asked worriedly. You were already imagining scenarios of your sweet baby girl being bullied because of something the other kids deemed enough to push away your daughter.

“ They don’t understand when I’m talking!” She raised her hands in the air, clearly upset.

“ What are you talking about?” you asked calmly.

“ About Radio! I’m talking about Dad’s work, and how I know that the teacher is angry but I don’t know why and everyone is so loud !” Your eyes widened as your daughter punched the water with her tiny fist, frustrated and upset. You could see tiny tears in the corner of her eyes which made your heart clenched.

You took your child in your arms, caressing her back, waiting for her to calm herself down. You knew how it was to feel everything at once, you used to be easily overwhelmed with your feelings and mostly your instinct, sometimes you wondered if you were paranoid but after all those past experiences, you realized you could trust your instinct.

You didn’t expect Alice to be like you, after all she seemed to have the same personality as your husband. Even if she was suffering because of how empathy she had, you couldn’t help but be happy, she had taken this from you. You could teach her to learn how to manage those feelings that could make her lose her rationality.

“ Well, you know, mommy had the same problems when she was younger, even now sometimes.” You smiled when you saw Alice lifting her head to look at you with curiosity and wonder. “ I was always wondering why I could feel others' emotions…So my mother gave me a little trick. Try to create a shield around you. When the shield is around you, you can’t be affected by others. Okay?”

Alice nodded before nuzzling against you with a smile. You kissed the top of her head, hugging her strongly against you. You loved her so much… Once Trey was taken care of, you knew she would live in a safer world…

“ So, is there really nobody that seems interesting at school?” you asked, relieved when you felt your child’s relaxed body against yours.

“ Mhn… No… Not yet… I have Eamon with me, so I’m okay!” She smiled at you happily.

You kissed her forehead before getting out of the bath, holding your daughter against yours, drying her with a towel and then dressing her so she could go to bed easily when she was tired. Once dressed up she took Eamon against her and ran into the living room, turning the radio on and jumping on the sofa when Alastor's voice came from the device.

“ Well, New Orleans, I might have some news for you.” Alastor claimed. You sat next to Alice who was jumping on the sofa, giggling as she heard her father’s voice. You both listened to your husband’s broadcast, laughing at his punny jokes that you loved so much. So many people were calling to speak with him, and no matter their personality, Alastor managed to charm them.

“ Hello, sir, can I ask you a question.”

“ Well, dear listener, ask away.”

“ I’m suspicious of the Felleur family.”

You gasped, putting your hand in front of your mouth. Did you hear right? Did someone call Alastor so he could talk about the Felleur? You bit your lips as Alastor’s laughter echoed from the radio.

“ Well, that’s a dangerous statement, my dear fellow. Why would you say this?”

“ I… Alice Richemont’s killer hasn’t been found and yet she is– was one of the most famous personalities of New Orleans. Her father fell into depression but isn’t her husband living his life to the fullest ? Shouldn’t he use all of his influence to find the killer? ”

“ That is interesting, my dear. But the murder was 5 years ago, don’t you think he moved one?” Asked Alastor.

“ Yes, that’s what I thought… But we are talking about a murder, not a calm death…Furthermore since the stock market crash, the Felleur family are losing a lot of money. Maybe he always wanted to earn money from the RicheMont ?”

You were playing with Alice’s hair as she was playing with Eamon, not caring about the broadcast anymore. This person seemed to know too much about the RicheMont’s wealth… His voice was familiar too… You looked at your daughter before looking to your right.

“ Do you think you could find who is talking?” You whispered.

You smiled as the wind moved your hair, moving around your body before dashing out of the window, bashing them open, making Alice jump. You kissed her forehead with a cunning smile.

“ Why don’t we prepare dinner for Dad?”

Alice squealed in delight before rushing to the kitchen. You made Alastor’s favorite dish, your daughter helped you with so much joy you couldn’t help but smile at her. She was talking with Eamon, explaining to it what you were doing.

After a few minutes, the winds bursted your doors open before rushing toward you. You closed one eye as the air was moving around your head, whispering into your ears. You smirked when it told you that the one who called Alastor was the butler from the RicheMont’s family.

You weren’t even surprised, Alastor must have asked him to spy on Trey. But you were worried, you knew Trey was intelligent… You would almost say he was on the same level as Alastor. Won’t Trey find out he had been betrayed ? Maybe he already knew it? Maybe he was using Alastor to–

“ Mommy?”

You turned your head toward your daughter who was looking at you worriedly. You kneeled down at her level and smiled when she laughed because of the wind who was messing with her air.

You didn’t need to worry… but you had to be careful. Tonight or tomorrow you would go to the Richemont’s mansion to find some clues. Alastor would be angry but you needed to be sure your instinct was wrong.

When Alastor finally came home, he seemed very satisfied with himself. He walked toward you and kissed your forehead before petting Alice’s head.

“ What an amazing show, right?”

You kissed him with a smirk as Alice ran to the kitchen, already sitting on her seat. You looked at your husband with a teasing smile.

“ Yes, using Alice’s butler to not be the one to say the news was clever.”

You couldn't help but laugh when Alastor looked at you with a surprise expression. You knew he was hiding things from you, and you didn't hold it against him. You knew Alastor would do anything to protect you, and he was too full of himself to get himself killed. But you loved teasing him.

“ You recognized his voice?” He asked you with an amused smile. You winked at him before going into the kitchen. You heard him chuckled which gave you butterflies in your belly. All of you sat on the table and you gave everyone their share of food.

“ Now, if I remember correctly, tomorrow is the day where Alice will come with you to your workplace, right?” You smiled at Alice who was buzzing with excitement on her chair. Alastor looked at your daughter with a smirk.

“ Really? I don’t think so…”

Alice’s face fell. She grasped her father’s shirt, never touching his skin. You wondered if Alastor had taught Alice to never touch him or if your daughter could feel it?

“ But Dad, it's the school's project I told you about… We have to go to our parent’s work for a day…” She whispered, her eyes being teary. You couldn’t help but feel your heart break at her adorable and heartbreaking display.

Alastor was looking at her with his usual smile, drinking from his cup. You kicked him under the table, making him choke before looking at you.

“ Of course, he didn't forget Alice! “

“ Yes, I just don’t want to.”

“ So! Tomorrow you will go with him for a full day!” You winked at your daughter who beamed at your words. She ran toward you and hugged your waist, squealing in delight. You patted her head with a fond smile before peeking at your husband.

Alastor was looking at Alice before shaking his head with a smirk. You laughed when you saw your husband’s shadow tugging at Alice’s dress, making her run after it. You looked at your other half with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. You knew he did it because he wanted to talk to you privately.

“ Yes, my dear husband ?”

“ Why don’t you come too?” He asked, taking your hand in his.

You tilted your head but you couldn’t help but smile when you understood that Alastor was asking you to come watching him work with Alice. You stood up before falling on his knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders with a big smile.

“ Really? Can I? I know you prefer working alone…”

“ Yes, alone, but with you.”

You kissed him softly, shivering when you felt his hands moving on your waist. You placed your head against his shoulder with a soft smile. You could feel his hand massage your thighs and his teeth nipping at your shoulder.

“ Mommy! I want to go to the lake!”

You turned your head toward your daughter who was holding Eamon against her with a big smile. Alastor’s shadow was behind her with a big excited grin and your own shadow was grimacing. You looked at your husband who sighed before standing up, carrying you like a bride.

“ You need to learn how to swim…”

You moaned, you truly didn’t want to learn how to swim. You really didn't like deep water but as you saw your daughter running toward the lake with yours and Alastor’s shadow you couldn’t help but smile.

Alastor put you on the floor before taking his shoes and socks off. He walked in the water, Alice on his hips. He looked at you and held his hand toward you with his confident smile you loved so much.

You rolled your eyes to him even if you were smiling. You took his hand , holding the pans of your dress with the other. You walked toward your husband and daughter with a soft smile. The water was above your knees so it wasn’t very scary at the moment.

Alice was pointing to some fish that were curious enough to swim closer to you. They weren’t coming close to Alastor but mostly toward you, making him chuckle. You tilted your head at him, you wondered why the fish were staying around you..? You were scared to hurt them if you decided to move out from the water and your legs hitted them.

Finally, after a moment, you were sitting on the edge of the lake with Eamon on your knees while Alastor was teaching Alice how to swim. He was holding her by the waist, showing her how to move while she was happily playing with the water. You looked at the sky, closing your eyes, listening to your daughter’s laughter and your husband’s voice.

It was during those kinds of moments that, even after everything that had happened, you felt like you succeeded in your life.

“ Dad, I want to learn to use your rifle like you!”

“ Of course.”

“ Alastor no!”

The next day, you were all dressed up, ready to go to Alastor’s workplace. You put Alice in the backseat with Eamon, she was so excited it was so cute to see. You kissed her cheek before going to your seat and then Alastor drove you to his radio booth.

When you entered the building, you giggled when Alice ran to Victor who put down the huge pile of papers and spun her in the air. After a brief chat with him, you took Alice’s hands in yours and you walked toward Alastor’s office. He unlocked it and then began his usual routine. You sat with Alice on a chair as Alastor was getting ready to start his morning broadcast.

“ We have to stay quiet, okay, Alice?”

Your daughter hummed, playing quietly with her plushie. You were kind of relieved Alice talked a lot with your old plushie, the child inside you was happy your deer would still be a source of comfort.

“ Hello, New Orleans! I hope you are doing well, thank you for tuning in. I have my first and precious guests for today.”

You blinked as Alastor gestured to you to come closer with a smirk. Did he want to participate in his broadcast? In front of so many people ?

You little… What are you asking me to do?

‘ Come here.’

Alice jumped off your knees, running toward her father with a big smile. She took a seat next to him and approached her face to the microphone.

“ My daughter Alice is here. Why don’t you say some words to all our dear listeners ?”

“ Hello, New Orleans !” She beamed, copying her father’s words. You smiled when you saw Alastor proud smirk as he patted your daughter’s head. He then turned his eyes toward you with the special glint in his gaze that was only for you.

“ And, here is my darling wife.”

You stood up and walked toward him, leaning toward him before speaking in his microphone, never breaking your eye contact.

“ Hello, New Orleans…”

Alastor beamed before taking back his microphone, motioning you to sit next to him. You smiled as you watched him do what he loved. He sometimes would give you the microphone, saying the audience wanted to hear your thoughts, and you would have a wave of nostalgia hitting you so hard you teared up.

Right now, you were in Alastor’s own radio booth, he was the most listened radio host. You almost saw yourself in his old room when you were kids, playing with his fake microphone, doing a broadcast about your childish worries, the only audience being Marie and Eamon… And here you were, with his child on your laps, listening to him talking with a real audience.

Were you being emotional ? Maybe, yes.

You had fun, Alastor asked you to sing while Alice was dancing, he would tell some jokes that you would laugh at. Alice would sometimes steal your husband’s microphone and talk into it before Alastor took the mic back.

You even talked with the audience, some asking you if you were a singer because your voice smooths them in a way they didn't. Some others asked you if you were single, or how was life with Alastor’s as your husband.

You laughed at Alastor’s face when he heard these questions being asked.

Finally, around noon, Alastor ended his broadcast, saying he would be back at 5. He turned toward you with a big smile on his face.

“ I told you, you would be my first guest on my broadcast.”

You hugged him, sniffling against his shoulder.

He did say that when he was younger, he told you, you would be his first guest on his radio broadcast. You lifted your head toward him and closed your eyes when he pressed his lips against yours. It was during those moments that you knew, you could take everything that life would throw at you.

“ Ew.”

You turned toward Alice who was grimacing, hiding Eamon’s eyes. You chuckled, looking at Alastor with an amused smile. Your husband was smirking at his daughter, raising an eyebrow at her.

“ Don’t look at us like that, brat.”

“ Don’t do disgusting things then!”

You laughed as Alice raised her arms to her father who carried her in his arms. You kissed his cheek before the three of you went out to eat something. You went into a restaurant and ate delicious dishes.

Now, you wanted to find some clues about Trey in the Richemont’s mansion, where the monster was staying. You also wanted to talk to Maurice and the butler, you needed to know if they could work with you to get rid of Trey.

“ Now, it’s time to go back.”

“Right now? But you said you would come back at 5 pm.. It’s only 2.” You tilted your head as Alastor asked Alice to clean her face. Your husband looked at you with his usual charming smile.

“ Yes, but I always go there to be sure I have everything under control. That’s my routine.”

You looked at Alice who yawned and then looked at your husband.

“ I think I will do some shopping, I saw a few things that I want. Why don’t you go back with Alice?She will sleep soundly. I’ll join you just after.” You smiled at him. He tilted his head, you could almost see his mind trying to find a way for you to stay with them. “ I’m a big girl.”

“Oh, I know. It’s just, I expected to be ‘attacked’ by the Felleur because of my last broadcast. I tackled badly about Trey and John and yet nothing happened.”

“ That’s why I want to go to the RicheMont’s mansion to find some clues.” You said, after all, your instincts were screaming at you that something bad was happening.

Alastor smiled at you proudly before nodding. He paid for the meal and carried a sleeping Alice in his arms. You kissed him before going in another way, toward the RicheMont’s house.

You never came back here since the murder, you couldn’t. You would have flashbacks about Alice’s mutilated corpse.

You shook your head before knocking at the door and gave a strained smile at the maid who opened the door. She must have been new because she was a total stranger to you, but she seemed surprised to see you, and yet, she led you to the salon, never asking about your name. Maybe Maurice asked the maids and butlers to let you enter no matter what? But you couldn’t help but feel suspicious of the maid…

Once you entered the salon, you almost thought you saw your best friend sitting on the sofa, waiting for you but of course there wasn't anyone waiting for you… You watched as the maid bowed before leaving.

You sat on the chair and waited for Maurice to come greet you. You knew he would come to see you, even more if he talked with Alastor about Trey’s implication on his daughter’s murder…

Twenty minutes had passed and no one fetched you … weird…

“ Check the surroundings…” you whispered, your eyes trained on the floor.

Your shadow dashed out of the room and the wind around you moved softly in the mansion, trying not to make a mess. You waited a minute before the door opened, you turned your head toward the door and gasped when you saw the butler. He seemed really surprised to see you there.

“ Mrs. Sanglar, how come nobody told me you were here.”

“ I don’t know, a maid opened the door and let me enter.” You smiled at him, standing up and shaking his hand. He frowned, keeping your hand in his.

“ You better be careful, miss. Mister Felleur had taken new employees, the ones faithful to the RicheMont have been replaced… I might be the only one left.”

Understanding what the wind wanted to tell you was difficult. It would give you everything he heard, even the thing you didn't care about. So when you felt the wind coming back in the salon you were surprised about how loud his whispers were.

But what made you react was the sounds of Maurice's pained voice. You looked at the butler, hoping your eyes weren’t red right now.

“ Where is Mr. Richemont?”

“ In his room, I’ll fetch him for you–”

You ran toward the room, feeling even more suspicious when you remarked that there weren't any maids or butlers in the corridor of the mansion.

What is happening here ? The wind carried multiplied voices to you and yet no one was here.

You bashed the door open and your eyes widened at the scene.

The maid that opened the door for you was in front of Maurice, with a knife in her hands. You could see your shadow keeping her caged in its embrace, snarling at the maid that was trying to free herself.

You saw Maurice’s face and gasped when you saw his right eye had been removed and a smile had been carved on his face. That couldn’t be… You couldn’t move, completely, dumbfounded by the scene in front of you.

“ Mr-Mrs San-Sngl…”

He was still alive.

Your eyes flashed red and you ordered your shadow to squeeze the maid even harder, until she let go of the knife in her hand.

She then turned her face toward you and you froze at the sight.

Her eyes were like gold.

You screamed in pain when you saw her burning your shadow with her hand which was glowing yellow. You took your shadow back which was snarling at the woman who dared hurted it.

“ Damn it… Couldn’t you stay at your place?” She asked, playing with her knife. She was looking at you without any trace of remorse or … even any kind of emotions. What was she?

“ Why are you doing this?”

“ For our Lord and Master.” She claimed. You didn’t have the time to ask more as she rushed toward you.

You raised your hand toward her and used your shield to trap her. She screamed at you and you couldn't help but smirk as she bashed her fist against the invisible bariere you created.

“ Sir Richemont !” You heard the butler running inside the room, trying to keep Maurcie awake.

Fuck, now you couldn’t use your power.

You quickly dropped your shield and the woman ran toward you with her knife ready to dive into your chest.

Since your last fight, 5 years ago, Alastor has taught you hand in hand combat. Because your powers were mostly for long distance, he had to teach you how and where to punch and kick. You would have to thank him.

You dodge her knife and punch her in the jaw, making her lose her balance.

“ Call an ambulance!” You shouted to the butler as you dodged one punch. The butler did as you ordered him, running toward the telephone, calling for help.

You used your shadow to trip the maid. You needed to gain time, but you weren’t sure the police could handle her. Furthermore, the woman wasn’t surprised to see your power, which meant two things:

She knew who you were and was working with Trey.

She punched you on the head, making you stumble against the wall.Your eyes were shining red and hers were shining gold… was she also working with Lucifer..? Damn it, this fallen angel was making things difficult!

“ Damn it, I almost did it perfectly!” She shouted as you smirked at her. “ Why are you even here? Why didn’t you stay with your husband and kid?” She spat at you but froze when she heard the sirens.

Finally, the ambulance…

But before you could restrained her once more, she took the knife and sliced her own throat. You watched as her body fell on the ground, the office silent once more. What the… Did she really take her own life ? And…

How did she know you were supposed to be with Alastor and Alice…?

“ Police, hands in the air!”

You turned toward the door and saw John entering the room. He stared at the macabre scene and ordered his colleagues to take care of the scene. Paramedics ran into the office and took care of Maurice.

“ Mrs. Sanglar..?”

You turned toward John’s voice who seemed surprised to see you here. You didn’t have the time to explain to him why you were here. Your bad feeling was still here, which means something bad was happening somewhere else.

“ Please, take me to Alastor’s workplace.”

He stared at you before nodding. He ran outside the Richemont’s mansion with you. You looked behind you and almost swore you saw Alice looking at you via the windows. Was she thanking you for saving her father..?

You entered the police’s car and John drove you where you needed to be.

“Why are you always at the crime scene?” He asked you tiredly.

“ The maid was torturing Mr. Richemont.” You explained, praying for him to listen to you for once.

“ The maid… you mean the dead woman?”

“ Yes.”

“ I see. Is she also a copycat? I saw Mr.Richemont’s injuries on his face.”

You wanted to tell him that it was the same as five years ago. The christian couple who killed a woman, trying to copy your way of killing, and those two were hired by Trey and so was the maid. But the christian couple have never been asked for, nobody cared for them, no one went to the police to ask about their disappearance. So, talking about them wouldn’t be helpful.

“ Yes, but don’t you think this is a little too convenient for your cousin? Why would that maid, hired by Trey,try to kill Mr.RicheMon when we know that the Feller needs money? Please, John, for the love of God, listen to me.” You almost beg. You were tired of fighting on every front. For once, couldn’t you get someone that would help you and not fight you.

“ That’s what I told you last time when you were with your daughter… I wanted to go for a coffee, or wherever you wanted, so you could explain everything to me…”

You stared at him, shocked. Was he telling the truth..? You didn’t want to be betrayed, not again.

“ Why… You never wanted to listen to me, always listening to your greedy wishes…” You whispered.

“ I won’t lie, even married and with a kid… I… I still love you. I crave you, my worst fear was you ignoring me… So I decided to make you notice me, even if it meant that you would look at me with hate or disgust… At least you would look at me… Pathetic isn't it…” He chuckled nervously as he stepped on gas.

You stared at him, not sure how to understand it.

“ But no matter, I’m an honorable policeman of New Orleans. I want to catch Alice– our friend’s killer. So, if you know who it is, please give me any information.”

You wanted to believe him and yet..

“ What about Alastor..?”

“ Alastor heh.. I still think he is a murderer… But not Alice’s. So, if it makes you trust me more, I would gladly– no, no, not gladly, I would be lying. I would work with Alastor to catch the killer.”

“ The killer is Trey Felleur, I already told you.”

You saw his hand grip the steering wheel harding, his teeth sinking into his teeth.

“ … Okay…”

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“ You understand… That I find the situation weird.”

“ Yes, who wouldn’t ? I harassed you since you decided that you didn’t want me… I even said horrible stuff to make you like me more…” He sighed. “ But I think… When I heard that you gave birth to a baby… I… I changed ?.. I still want you, I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s going to change… but, I want to … I want you to be able to think that… If needed, I could help you.”

You stared at the man next to you. He stopped at a red light and his green eyes fell into your gaze. Your instinct was telling you he wasn’t lying but you couldn’t listen to it. You were good at feeling the energy around people, how they felt… But what if you were reading him wrong?

You would have to talk with Alastor about it.

“ I’ll talk with Alastor first. I still don’t trust you.”

He laughed, his body relaxed. He seemed really relieved that you didn't shut him off.

Did John really change in five years…?

He parked in front of Alastor’s workplace. He opened the door for you.

“ I hope… I hope a new start is possible between us.. We lost Alice… I don’t want you to be injured or killed because of .. Trey.”

You nodded before looking at the building behind you. Should you ask John to come with you so he could talk with Alastor? You knew Alastor would see if he was lying and your husband could find a use for the policeman…

“ John–”

You screamed as a huge explosion was heard and your body was projected against the car. Your head hit the car’s body, making you almost lose consciousness. You could feel your shadow trying to nudge you, but your body was so heavy… You opened with difficulty your eyes and you saw John’s bloodied face above yours.

“ Are you okay?” he shouted.

You sat up, feeling like you could throw up. What was going on…? You lifted your head and watched with horror the scene before you.

Your husband’s work place was on fire.

You could hear people’s cries of anguish or pain, you could feel John’s voice trying to carry you to a safe place but you weren’t moving. You were desperately waiting for the wind to come to you and carry Alastor and Alice’s voice to you.

But there was nothing, the wind carried you so many voices but none were from your daughter or husband.

You fell to your knees as people were running away from the building. You blinked, and lifted your head where you could feel a strong gaze on you. And there, you saw it.

An eye.

A big eye in the sky staring at you.

An eye whose sclera was reddish, like it had been watching you without blinking for too long, but the pupils of the eyes were yellow, almost gold like.

Trey’s eye.

“ Don’t !”

You ran toward the burning fire, never looking back. You needed to save your family, you could still feel Eamont, Alastor and Alice’s aura, you needed to save them before Trey’s flame burned everything you cherished.

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bunnycvnts · 6 months

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Request for John b: reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell John b because they are still teenagers.

pairing: john b x reader

warnings: teen pregnancy. one mention of throwing up. i think that’s it.

tears filled your eyes and your hands shook, the positive pregnancy test trembling in your tight grip. you couldn’t believe it, you’d done everything imaginable to practice safe sex. from condoms, birth control, and even a few plan b’s. the bathroom felt colder than it had three minutes ago, and goosebumps rose on your smooth skin.

standing in the mirror, you pushed your belly out, trying to imagine what it’d look like when it was swollen—you and john b’s child growing inside you. you loved him, truly, but you guys weren’t ready for a child. hell, you were still children yourselves. both sixteen and living life carefree, only focused on getting the gold, careers and education be damned.

you wiped at your eyes and cheeks, trying to clean them from the spilled tears, and called the only person you could think of. pope.

pope was your best friend, having grown up next door to each other and being in various classes together throughout your educational lives. his family was yours, and vice versa. he even introduced you to john b. the rest was kind of history.

when pope arrived, slightly panicked from your cryptic call, he found you still sitting on the bathroom floor, your back leaning onto the cold tub. his eyes shot around the room, trying to make sense of your watery eyes and distressed breathing. it didn’t take long for him to narrow in on the small test lying on the sink. you watched as he surveyed the situation, and knew when his eyes practically popped out of his skull that he had noticed it.

“pope, what do i do?” your tone was meek, like a small child who was scared to get yelled at.

pope’s mouth opened and shut, searching for the right words.

“you have to tell him.”

this only made you sob harder. you were horrified of telling john b. he was so close to finding the gold, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him. he was more and more hopeful every day, and you just knew that he’d be disappointed in what was now forming inside your womb.

pope sank against the tub, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side.

“hey, it’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure this out. we always do. i mean, a baby isn’t ideal but statistically, it was probably bound to happen. teen pregnancy is far more common than you think.” pope rambling off statistics made you let out a small chuckle, which prompted a smile from the boy.

“i promise, we got this. the first step is telling him.”

you nodded at your best friend, his figure bleary from your watery eyes, but you knew his gaze held nothing but kindness. you talked for the next hour, going over possible scenarios of telling john b, both of you still lying against the uncomfortable bend of the tub.

by the next day, you were ready to tell john b. you’d driven to the chateau, making sure he’d be home beforehand, and that jj or any other pogues were long gone. when you raised your fist to knock on the wooden door, he surprised you by swinging it open before your knuckles made contact.

“are you like … breaking up with me?” a frown sat on your boyfriends lips, hesitation clear in his eyes. a small gasp left your mouth, and you shook your head ‘no’. you pushed past him, dragging him inside the home, and sat on the couch while he sat next to you, a larger distance than normal placed between you.

“i have to tell you something, and you have to promise you won’t freak out or end things or whatever. okay?” your hands shook nervously as you picked at your cuticles, which were now torn apart from the anxiety consuming you the night before.

“i promise. just tell me.” john b was on the edge of his seat, and worry laced his tone. he had no clue what his girlfriend was about to tell him, but her words scared him slightly.

“so, i don’t know what happened, or why it happened. i don’t know, john b. but i started getting sick like a week ago, and im so tired lately. then, i missed my period. and, well, i got worried and took a test and im pregnant.” tears filled your eyes, and you chewed on your lower lip harshly, scared to meet his eyes as he let the information sink in. after lingering silence, you looked up at him and were surprised to find him grinning at the floor. you sat in the quiet for a bit longer before he decided to speak.

“so, i’m gonna be a dad?” you could hear the excitement in his voice, furrowing your eyebrows at him. you nodded lightly, overall confused by his reaction. you’d thought he’d cry, vomit or even throw something, but grinning? that was never on your list.

your thoughts were cut off by john b picking you up and swinging you around, laughing excitedly.

“baby, we’re gonna be parents! little pogues running around ‘n shit! jayj is gonna fuckin’ flip!” his laughter echoed in your eyes and you cried harder, laughing softly as he spun you around. he stopped abruptly and grabbed your cheeks to hold them in both of his large hands, the size of which encompassed the entire sides of your face.

“no, what? what’s wrong, love? why are you crying?” his thumbs reached out to wipe away your fallen tears. your bottom lip trembled when you went to speak.

“i just..i was so scared of how you’d react. i never imagined you’d be happy about it.”

john b’s face softened at your words, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“how could i be anything but excited when finding out the love of my life is literally walking around with a piece of us forming inside her.”

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uchispeach · 3 days

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Sycamore Tree (Ch. 2)

Pairing: Dark! Rafe Cameron x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mention of violence & guns, implied stalking, non consensual touching, obsessive behavior, manipulative! Rafe…

This fic will contain dark content: such as dub-con/ non-con and violence. You have been warned.

12 missed calls. 10 from Jennifer and 2 from an unknown number. That’s what you’ve woken up to.

You sighed while rubbing your face. You were about to get up, leaving the comfort of your silky sheets just as your phone rang. “Hi” You spoke softly. “Thank God you answered!” A high pitched voice received your ears with no previous warning.

“I’m sorry Jen, I just checked my pho-” The dark haired girl was quick to interrupt you, adrenaline bubbling through her veins: “Did they arrest JJ?” The question took you by surprise “Why would they?” A frown decorated your face.

“Because he tried to shoot Topper?” Your upper body lifted itself from the pillows. “Wait- he fired the gun?” You made the move to get out of your bed, coldness hitting the soles of your feet. “Girl, yes he did! It was a miracle he didn’t hit him” Just like an automatic response, you paced back and forth, each step bringing you more and more anxiety.

“Is Topper pressing charges?” Your fingers grew white while you held the mobile with excessive force. “That’s what Kelce told me.” That last sentence made you stop in your tracks, frozen in the same spot.

Hundreds of scenarios traveled your brain, the last worse than the previous. “Y/N!” You flinched, remembering you were in the middle of a conversation. “Jen, I have to talk to Kiara. I’ll call you later.” The words were honeyed, almost like a plea. Even in the worst circumstances, you still worried about sounding rude.

“Alright, I just wanted to know you were safe… Even Rafe was concerned” The mention of the older blond made you tune back a little. “Rafe Cameron?” You couldn’t help the surprise on your tone. “Yes! He even asked for your number.”

(…)

“There’s no way on Earth we are letting you visit that boy!” Your mom didn’t hesitate in raising her voice, all in hopes of reaching your sister’s common sense.

“I already told you, we weren’t even on the same side of the island when it happened!” Kiara was relentless, stubborn with the idea of checking on her friends after yesterday’s rough night.

A lie or two had been told to your parents, something about assisting a small Kook reunion and religiously staying away from any messy party.

“I don’t care about that, you are not leaving this house on your own!” She waved her hands in annoyance. Desperation leaking through her words. “Then-” Your sister was cut short: “And you are not getting your phone back!”

Kiara took some steps back, rage exuding from her body as she stomped her way to her bedroom.

Flushed and tense, your mother made the move to follow behind. Starting with big strides and frustrated huffs.

You didn’t hesitate to step in as soon as she reached the white door. “Mom, I’ll talk to her…Don't stress about it” You basically begged, putting your palms on her tense shoulders as a comforting gesture.

The older woman just sighed, lifting her arms in defeat before turning around.

You waited a few minutes before turning the handle. Your sweaty hands held the metal piece with unnecessary force. Sobs were the first thing you heard, coming from the wobbling mouth of the brunette.

Step by step, you got closer to her sitting body. Your pace was hesitant, still, you made it to the bed. You felt the mattress weighing down as you positioned yourself by her side.

In a natural response, your soft arms wrapped around her. Skin to the raspy fabric of her blouse. “This is all Sarah’s fault” You backed up a little at the sound of her voice, afraid of possible harsh words being spat your way.

Surprised at the blond’s mention, you pulled her right back in, caressing her back with your warm palm. “What do you mean?” Your voice was quiet like a whisper. “Topper caught her and John B…” She raised her head, to look straight at you.

“…getting cozy.” She let out a bitter snicker while a sour look invaded her features. “And just like that, John B was being drowned by that pretentious Kook…We just saw how his life was slipping away. All for a stupid girl.” You struggled to swallow, a big knot already forming in your throat.

“Y/N” She squeezed your hand while her eyes pleaded at you. “JJ was just trying to save him.” A dreadful feeling leaked into your heart, ignoring it, you wholeheartedly said: “Everything’s going to be okay” You rubbed Kiara’s back as the optimistic words left your lips.

And as her teary face buried in your chest, you couldn’t help but think the worst.

(…)

“Please tell me you’re safe” You breathed frantically on the phone’s speaker. “We are for now…No idea what will go down after the police are involved.” You shrugged, Pope’s voice echoing in your ears.

You recognized the fear behind his words. A situation like this was putting his future at risk. “I’m sure they’ll understand JJ’s reasoning…At the end, nobody was hurt!” You voiced out at a rushed pace.

Silence was your answer for some excruciating seconds. “Is Kiara available?” It was clear he preferred to ignore your intended reassurance. “Is not that I don’t want to speak with you…I actually feel a bit better after hearing your voice.” It was almost like he read your mind, just as a childhood friend would do.

“…It’s just-JJ is going crazy without the capability to contact her.” You understood, quietly sneaking out of your room and into the hallway. “I get it. I’ll get her on the phone…Just wait” You focused on avoiding any encounter with your parents.

“Oh and Y/N” His tone was quieter than usual, almost as if it carried some shame to it. “I want you to know I tried my best to de-escalate things…they just got too ugly.” A frown appeared on your brows as you spoke in reassurance: “I know Pope. You have absolutely no blame in this!” You were as loud as you could, showing your honesty.

“Now, don’t beat yourself up. We’ll find a way to sort this out!”

(…)

“Your phone rang like crazy” Your sister handed you the device. With your hands full of unoccupied bags you stared confusedly at her. “Who was it?” Your legs made their way to the porch.

“A random number…I didn’t answer though” She shrugged her shoulders while realization made your nervousness spike. “Oh, probably just spam.” And as hard as you tried to find a hint of suspicion on the brunette’s posture, she simply looked defeated.

“Hey! When I get back I’ll make you something nice for dinner” Your hand caressed her tanned shoulder as a last sign of support.

On your way to the gate, you couldn’t help but stare at the growing number of missed calls. Still, you decided to ignore them and continue your walk to the store.

(…)

The bags felt heavier under the burning afternoon sun, but the summer breeze made the situation a bit better.

Having your sundress lifted up softly by a wave of air made you walk faster to the safety of your home. Too distracted by the possibility of your full bags breaking and making a big mess, you didn’t notice yourself walking straight onto a hard surface.

Your chest crashed onto what you recognized to be another person's torso. A loud gasp was all you could mutter while apologetically staring into the “stranger’s” eyes.

“Rafe” Your voice sounded almost like a squeak of a caught mouse. The Cameron boy stood proudly in front of you, reverse cap, characteristic polo shirt and navy shorts on. He wasn’t late to comment on your clumsy act: “You should really watch we’re you’re going, Y/N.” And as those words left his pink lips, a small smirk started decorating his face.

In contrast, your features morphed into an embarrassed look. “I am so sorry” You emphasized the ‘so’ with clear remorse, as to which the blond only smiled wider. “No worries! I’ve always known you can be a little distracted.” That made you relax a little.

“Let me help you with that.” He expressed while already having ripped off the bags from your smaller hands. “Don’t bother-” he didn’t let you finish. “You know…” His factions grew serious. “…I’ve been trying to contact you.”

Your palms unconsciously got sweaty as you saw him lightly tilting his head to the side, and you noticed how his tall figure blocked the light from the sky, making him look a tad more imposing.

“Oh! How?” You smiled, taking the easy route. “You should really answer the phone.” It was an order, not an advice. “I…” Suddenly, you couldn’t find your communication skills anywhere.

“I was concerned about you.” He took a step closer, making you feel like there was not enough oxygen for both of you (even though you were outside).

“Well” You gulped heavily, before taking a deep, silent breath. “I am not the one who is in trouble.” You couldn’t be anything but truthful, and against all odds, you felt a strong trust for the Cameron boy.

“My house is a crazy place right now, and Kiara is the one suffering the most” You just continued to spill in the almost empty parking lot. “I imagine, why don’t you let me drive you home?” Again, the question stayed as a formality as he got your groceries on the back of his truck.

“Just if you want to.” That made him turn to face you, a wolfish grin showing a hint of his pearly white teeth. “Of course I want to, I’ll be damned if I don't.” You didn’t know if it was his words or the heat of the sunny day, but you felt the warmth reaching your cheeks.

And your flustered state only grew deeper as he put his big hand on your lower back, helping you enter his luxurious vehicle.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as his arm rubbed against your chest and abdomen; only brought back by the ‘click’ sound of the seat belt.

“Safety first” His tongue had a charming tone while still having his upper extremities resting on your skin. You only nodded in agreement, too enticed by his proximity; and when he pulled back, you couldn’t help but feel a bit conflicted.

The blond got on the driver’s seat, confidently turning on the truck and maneuvering the steering wheel with his long fingers. “So, how have you been holding up?” Genuine interest lingered in his question. “I’m…scared. I don’t want my friends going to jail.” You stopped, taking in some fresh air “I know bad decisions were taken, but still…”

“I don’t think you should be around that type of people…” You frowned, and he continued “…volatile people, who put everyone around them at risk. You deserve better than all the stress that comes with it.” You saw him pull his eyes away from the street just to stare deeply at you.

You didn’t know what it was, if his intense gaze, the lack of sleep or a wave of sensitivity thrown your way by the universe; but tears started forming on your eyes and your lip started wobbling, making the young man look at you with sympathy written all over his face. “See? Pogues bring nothing but problems” His hand reached out to pull back a strand of hair that was blocking your face.

“I know…I know they weren’t exactly right for acting that way but-but” You stumbled upon your words, a small sob interrupting your sentence. Rafe’s attention was back on the road but he still looked at you through the corner of his eyes.

“It’s alright…” The palm on your upper thigh took you by surprise; he caressed it confidently, making the hem of your skirt rise a little. “…Maybe we could find a way to…fix things.”

You blinked in uncertainty. “But how?” Even with his head facing upfront, you could still see the playful look on his face. “I know Topper can get a tad too emotional…he just needs a little guiding here and there.” The more he spoke, the more you understood what he meant.

“Would you do that for me?” Your eyes sparkled in hope, hope that kept you from unnerving as his hand traveled further up your leg. “I mean, that’s what friends are for, right?”

“Thank you” Your voice sounded almost like a whisper, produced by the slight dizziness forming on your brain.

“I’m not gonna lie, Y/N. I don’t understand why you’re so attached to them.” The sudden exasperation in his voice was subtle but not unnoticeable. His anger was accompanied by a harsh squeeze to your flesh.

The feeling of his fingertips burying into your skin made you breathe heavier.

The truck stopped without a warning, making you jump slightly. “Here we are!” He let go of you with a pat, cheerfully speaking.

“Thanks!” Was all you managed to let out. Your fingers made the move to open the door but you were stopped by his strong arms.

His warm breath hit your lips, and you stayed still as he undid the belt. “See you around?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“Sure!” You were quick to reply. Before jumping out of the vehicle and onto your front yard, you spoke: “And Rafe, thank you so much for offering your…help.”

“Of course” He nodded charmingly. You made your way inside the house, too shocked with the interaction to think about how he drove you home without the need of giving him the address.

A/N: I had salmonella, I got hospitalized for a few days, then, I was forced to stay at an internet-less town for a month; anyways, I hope I’ll be able to post next chapter in a few days 💕

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lowkeyrobin · 7 months

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JJ MAYBANK ; replacement

summary ; the falling out of pogues jj maybank and y/n l/n

warnings ; language, shit talking, fighting, the term girly used to refer to voice

track ; if i were the devil, colby acuff

work count ; 1.4k

masterlist ; part two

You collect sea shells along the beach while JJ surfs far out in the water. This was your way of bonding with him now that John B and Sarah were gone.

He didn't talk as much to you as he used to, but he still took the time to hang out with you, Kie, and Pope at least. He was just depressed about John B being gone, and you totally understood.

Now, you sit in the sand, enjoying the salty air against your face as you watch JJ wash to the shore again. He picks up his board and unstraps his foot from the little device and walks over to you, hand outstretched to pull you up.

You take his hand with a little smile, the seashells in your pockets clinking and clanking as you walk away from the water.

"John B would've loved those waves"

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You sit on a dead tree log next to one of the campfires, located far enough away from the water. Your guitar lays in your arms as you strum the strings, lightly singing along as you play the melody. You make sure to keep your voice deep so you wouldn't have any voice cracks or sound too "girly" around all these people whom you didn't really know or didn't want to know anymore.

Of course, your friends were caught up believing Sarah Cameron and John B were still out there, having been sent texts from random numbers claiming to be them.

You'd never been the type to be fooled easily or quickly trust someone or something, it was no shock you didn't believe them, even after seeing the texts for yourself. You were the only one to not receive a message from them, which was why you were so skeptical. You knew John B knew your number by heart, having to call you over payphones when he got in trouble or lost his phone for the millionth time that day.

JJ was the first to call you a dumbass about it, deadass. The fact that you'd think that the pair were dead before thinking they were okay was insane to him. Then that started an argument, and now you were taking it out on your music while you could see them devising a plan down by the water.

You stand up, whistling along to yourself.

You think about how JJ yelled at you. So much for the best friend title. What a shitshow.

Kie and Pope just sat back and watched, they didn't do a thing.

JJ was known for little outbursts and tantrums, but you'd never seen him so mad. He looked at you like a thousand suns burned in his eyes.

He didn't tower over you physically, but mentally, it felt like it, it sounded like it. You'd never seen him so angry over something so small, which obviously made you fight back about how he needed to calm himself down about it. He just about lost it after that, with Kie and Pope standing off to the side unknowing of what to do as he threw a glass cup at you.

You stared at him with that familiar reminiscence that he for sure felt as well. You were JJ in this universe now, and he played the role of his father.

You jumped and stepped away to avoid the explosion of fragile glass and looked back up at him, your eyes swallowed by fear, pupils dilating. He was silent and still, probably realizing how he'd blown things out of proportion. He wasn't able to say anything or call for you as you ran outside and jumped onto your bicycle, trying to run away as fast as possible, in fear he'd run after you.

In fight or flight, you picked flight, you were outmatched in that case scenario.

Pope ran out after you but was unable to catch up or make you stop with his desperate calls. He stops in his tracks, a few yards away from the front of the house. He watches you travel away, using all the might left in your legs to get away as fast as you could.

You reminisced how close you were with JJ before John B went missing, even before all the treasure shit. You used to go driving around at the dark and enjoy nature and vent to each other before you hurt someone or yourselves. But now, it was like everything you'd built was just... gone.

You stand on the beach, venting out your feelings as you stare daggers into the back of JJ's head, standing down the beach about ten or twenty yards.

"I watched the flames in your eyes burn like hellfire"

You circle around the little bonfire, then move towards the largest one towards all the people, tourists, kooks, and pogues alike.

"The devil walks among us friends, I know this is true"

You notice Kie turn to look at you, happily enjoying yourself with the large crowd of strangers, quietly listening to you out of earshot. She turns back to the two boys, listening as they speak.

"One thing that I know, we need to take a look around. If I were the devil, this world would be my playground"

You strum the strings of your guitar, glancing up at the people singing along and watching and even recording you. You look up, using a slight form of acting to act out your words, furrowing your brows.

"As I place that thorny crown on my furrowed brow, well, I'd shine in all the tears of joy, yelling from the crowd"

You continue, aware of the strangers actually recording you, hoping they wouldn't post you online, although you know they would without your consent. Maybe it was just the fact you were a walking jukebox or your weird accent, but they genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Scarily enough, that included the weirdo Topper, too.

"If I were the devil, this world was mine to see. Well, I'd witness all the atrocities, and it'd probably frighten me" Your voice shakes a bit, looking over to see Pope, Kie, and JJ looking at you, probably listening.

You quickly looked away, not trying to interact.

"So I'd run back home with a story to tell. I'd tell all my demons friends that I always preferred Hell"

They must've heard you with that one. JJ furrows his brows while Kie shows the same, more lighthearted facial expression while Pope looks up at you with a visible apology as he catches your eye. JJ is the first to start making his way towards you as you talk to a group of three Pogues who'd been recording you, who genuinely wanted to share your talent online. They were also trying to use you as a jukebox, which didn't mind, since the Kooks' bluetooth speaker died long ago and music was needed at the moment.

The blonde quickly pulls you around by your shoulder, making you nearly hit him with the neck of your instrument. You jump out of your skin in surprise, then look at him, furrowing your brows.

"Fuck's up your ass? Replacing us already?" He asks in an intimidating tone.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the three pogues, apologizing before dragging him down towards the water for some privacy. Kie and Pope watch in the distance out of earshot, working as your body guards in case a physical fight starts.

"Fuck's up my ass? Are you kidding, JJ? Just leave me alone, okay? You're acting like I dedicated that shit to you, it's a song, get over yourself!"

"Get over myself? Says the one who ran away earlier! John B is alive, we're going to go save him, Y/n."

"Piss off"

You angrily walk back up the sandy beach, returning to the pogues with a smile. "Sorry about that, but what were you saying before we were interrupted?"

JJ looks on in astonishment, Kie and Pope approaching to make sure he was slightly okay after that.

"Fuck them"

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"Where's Y/n?" John B asks in concern, gasping for air, looking back up at JJ, Kie, and Pope.

The trio glance at each other awkwardly.

"Long story, we'll tell you later" Kie quickly speaks

"Are they okay? Did something happen?" Sarah asks, voice shaking a bit in worry.

"Oh, no, no, they're fine!" Pope exclaims, raising his hands up a bit as he speaks with body language. "Uh, there was just some... technical difficulties"

JJ scoffs, "Technical difficulties as in they replaced us"

"JJ!" Kie slaps the blonde's arm, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm speaking the truth, Kie! They replaced us, they're done with us, get it through your head!"

#Spotify #lowkeyrobin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #obx x reader #outer banks x reader #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow x reader #obx x gn reader #obx fanfiction #jj maybank

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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since i’m missing outlaw!john bee im going to leave this lil scenario i just thought of and its imagine reader accidentally scraping her knee or something and immediately going to jb with tears in her eyes, sniffling as she crawls on his lap and lets herself get coddled by him ☹️

ᨳິ † ♡ྀི ꒱

perhaps he found you instead. john b had been inside having lunch when you’d had the idea — deciding today would be the day you help with some of his tasks so that he could finish his days work outside in your barn and come inside to be with you sooner. you’d made the mistake of climbing on the ladder to try and figure out what the problem was with one of the walls inside the homely wooden barn, but instead fell — scraping your knee on the way down.

you were sniffling, dress pulled up your thighs with your knees facing upwards when he finds you, dabbing at the bloody gash with your finger.

“hey what the hell happened?” his voice lilts upwards kindly as he kneels by your side.

“i was trying to be helpful and i messed it up.” you huff, pawing at your cheeks to rid of the tears. his eyes flit between you and the fallen ladder behind you, face flattening a little in disapproval.

“sweetheart.” he chides scoldingly, shaking his head. “you know you could have really hurt yourself. look, i’m already a fugitive, and i’m pretty sure your parents are gonna throw me out on my ass when they get back — i don’t need you dying on me too, okay?”

“m’not dying.” you sulk, not enjoying the scolding you were receiving. he sighs out his nose before scooping you into his arms.

“well, i can’t afford to take you to the hospital if this gets infected. sooo, i’m gonna have to patch you up myself.” he grunts as he stands, brown eyes flickering across your face as you begin to smile.

“like how i patched you up when we first met?”

“yep, sweetheart. just like that.”

ᨳິ † ♡ྀི ꒱

#anon #outlaw!johnb #western!au

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Trip Hazards

Massive shoutout to the lovely anon who requested this fic. I had a lot of fun writing for Blakley. Pairings: Everett Blakley x f!nurse!reader Summary: Everett Blakely has had his eye on a certain young nurse on base for a while now. When he finally plucks up the courage to ask her out he has a rather unfortunate accident.

There she was. Y/n Y/l/n. As pretty as anything. Her hair was pinned neatly in a Gibson roll while the rest of her head was covered by her white nurse's cap. Blakley sighed as he watched her count out a crate full of dressings and distributed them into piles. He could happily watch her all day.

“She’s a good-looking broad, Blakley,” Douglass agreed, watching the nurse as she began ticking off the new medical supplies on her clipboard. “I can see why you like her,” a smug smile pulled at the bombardier’s lips and his moustache twitched mischievously.

“I don’t like her, I…” Blakley turned to his friend, a little embarrassed that he’d been caught looking at the young nurse again. He couldn’t find the right words to describe how he felt about a certain Nurse Y/l/n. From the moment he’d bumped into her in the infirmary while visiting Bubbles he’d been fond of her. She was softly spoken and had an air of grace about her as she swept down the corridors in her white apron.

“You know you could just talk to her rather than keep staring,” John Egan chimed in from where he was perched on the jeep, lighting up a cigarette, the smoke floating up above their heads.

“No, I can’t. I’d just make a fool of myself,” Blakley replied adamantly, his eyes drifting away from the nurse and back to Douglass who smiled broadly.

The bombardier's moustache twitched once more as if he was going to come out with a clever comment, but Blakley’s warning glare stopped him.

“Well you look like a fool anyway standing over here staring at her,” Gale Cleven’s voice echoed from his spot beside Egan, breaking off the staring contest between Blakely and Douglass.

He turned to the Major, pushed his dark hair back and placed his hat back on his head, “Not you as well.”

Cleven held his hands up in response, but Egan answered for him, a common habit between the two Majors, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Blakley stared at him with a deadpan expression. If he could have facepalmed he would have. Sometimes he wondered if he could smack Egan and Douglass’ head together and make sense of their comments. “Well for a start she could say no, tell me I’m a creep and then avoid me at all costs.”

The other airmen stared at him as though he’d grown an extra head, but the group remained silent until Cleven spoke up.

“Well other than that. Don’t think worst-case scenario, Blakley. You’re one of the good guys. You cause far less trouble than John.”

Egan glared at his friend and shoved him playfully. Blakley rolled his eyes at the Major’s antics. How could he think of anything serious while they continued this behaviour?

Douglass placed a hand on Blakley’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly, but accompanying it with a stern look.

“Alright, I’ll go and talk to her,” Blakley sighed, straightening out his B-3 jacket that he’d worn despite the warm summer afternoon. He was now regretting that decision, and paired with his hat too he was sweating before he’d even turned in Y/n’s direction.

“That’s my boy, go and get her,” Douglass called, hoping up onto the jeep so he could watch his friend.

Blakley felt a shaky breath escape his lips as he took a few tentative steps forward. His eyes were so focused on Y/n that he didn’t hear Lemmons whistling for Meatball, or the large grey object that streaked across his path, not until his leg connected with the object and he went flying through the air.

Meatball seemed unphased by her collision, continuing to trot towards Lemmons while Blakley flailed on the floor.

He could hear his fellow airmen’s cheers and jests from behind him, but it was when he met Y/n’s eyes from across the airstrip that his heart dropped. She’d looked up briefly from her clipboard and their eyes had met before he buried his head back into the dirt.

This couldn’t be happening. No. No. No.

It was the ruckus of laughter that alerted Y/n to the group of airmen standing by the jeep, their heads thrown back in fits of laughter. Her eyes fell on their fallen comrade in front of them, his whole body pressed firmly against the ground. She’d recognise that dark head of hair anywhere as Major Everett Blakley.

She’d seen the Major around often, in the pub in Dicklesburg or the officer club at one of the many on-base parties. She vividly remembered their first meeting while she was nursing Bubbles Payne. He’d been blushing like a schoolboy and her heart had instantly begun to race as their eyes met over the bed.

She watched as his friends continued to laugh at his discomfort and other than the way his limbs flexed against the ground, there was no sign of life. She glanced back down at her clipboard listing medical supplies before placing it down on the crate. Inventory could wait until later.

She removed the cloth that covered her hair and stuffed it into her apron pocket, smoothing down any loose hairs that may have sprung up. She wasn’t sure what it was about Everett Blakley but he always made her heart beat a little faster.

“Are you alright, Major?” She asked, standing above him as her shadow covered his face. He just shook his head, mumbling something into the earth that she couldn’t make out.

Sighing, Y/n crouched beside him, ignoring the way her white apron draped against the ground. Her eyes flicked over to James Douglass who was still bent double. Anytime she had seen Blakley, Douglass had never been far behind.

Her bright eyes flicked over to Major Egan and Major Cleven who had also participated in the laughter despite their fellow airman’s embarrassment. She gave them a look, similar to the one her mother would give her brothers when she’d finally had enough of their antics. The two Majors seemed to catch on and began to usher the men away, but not before Douglass shouted, “Go get her, Blakley.”

So this was what it was all about.

“Are you alright, Major?” Y/n asked, kneeling now and placing a hand on Blakley’s shoulder. She could just make out the pink tips of his ears from beneath the collar of his B-3 bomber jacket. She wasn’t sure why he was wearing it on such a warm day but that was probably contributing to the flush on his cheeks.

“I’m quite well, thank you,” he spoke gruffly against the ground, moving his head just a fraction.

“Right… Do you want to get up then?”

Blakey merely shook his head and had he been looking at Yn he’d have seen her with a more than confused expression.

Y/n huffed, nestling down beside the Major. At her touch, Blakley’s head shot up. He had grass and mud pressed into his right cheek, and a single blade of grass stuck to his lip.

“What are you doing?” He asked seriously, but Y/n couldn’t suppress the chuckle that fell from her lips.

“I’m sitting here with you.”

Blakley cocked an eyebrow and waited for her to elaborate.

“Well, you took quite the tumble and it’s my job to make sure you’re alright.” Y/n pointed at the Red Cross on her armband. “Can’t have one of our brave pilots injuring themselves on my watch.”

Blakley pushed himself up into a sitting position, brushing off the front of his jacket but forgetting his face.

“As you can see,” He cleared his throat, “I’m fine.” He couldn’t help the way his heart pounded in his chest, the blood rushed through his ears loudly. He wondered if Y/n could hear his heart beating too.

“Other than your wounded pride I would imagine,” she suggested and Blakley’s face grew red once more. “It’s okay to be clumsy, I’m clumsy too.” Y/n pulled her long white apron up to just above her knees, revealing multiple purple bruises, “I’m always falling over things.”

Blakley swallowed hard, his eyes travelling over the nurse's pale flesh. He felt his cheeks growing warmer and he cleared his throat, removing his gaze from her body. He should have been looking far more respectfully than he was.

Y/n seemed to notice his blush and reached over, linking her hand through his. Blakley glanced down at their joined hands, a faint ghost of a smile on his lips.

“There are worse things to be than clumsy,” Y/n added, her bright eyes meeting Blakley’s with a kind smile. “You could have a moustache like Douglass.”

Blakley chuckled, running his thumb over his own moustache, neatening the corners.

A gasp and a muffled shout from behind them confirmed that Douglass was in fact listening to their conversation.

A brunette head appeared beside the jeep and Major Egan flashed them a smile, as he marched Douglass away despite his protests regarding his rather ‘fetching’ moustache.

Blakley chuckled, turning back to the girl in front of him. There definitely were worse things than being clumsy, and who knows, maybe being clumsy was the best thing that could have happened to him.

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