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santaasi · 2 months

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SHADOWS

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!fem!reader

summary: when emotions take over and shadows are swallowed up, all you need is to find a person who will become your light (based on shadows by sabrina carpenter)

warnings: angst, a little bit of fluff, use of y/n, english is not my first language

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the action takes place after the finale of the first season of obx

We all got nightmares in our dreams

We look for someone to believe in us

And show us the way

And make it okay

The world can be dangerous

Everyone in Kildare knew who JJ Maybank was. A flighty, self-confident blonde, a girls man, the life of all parties, and the honored prince of pogues. You could always buy the best weed from him at the best price, and repair the car as soon as possible. He appears in the police station more often than at home, and all parents pray only that their child does not fall under his charm. JJ Maybank was a walking problem, but despite that he had a heart of gold.

As a child, his mother told him that life consists of white and black stripes, like a zebra. But for some reason, JJ's own life was like a big and long black tunnel, in which fireflies sometimes appeared, illuminating his life. John B, Kiara and Pope were the only bright spots in his life, the most important people who, no matter what, stayed by his side.

But it was only for John B, that JJ was ready to do anything, because their bond had always been stronger than just friendship. They were brothers who had been going through all the problems together since childhood. John B. was by JJ's side when his mother left the family when he was seven. John B. was there when JJ's drunk father beat him almost to death when he returned home one night. John B. was there to treat his wounds, and allocated a separate room for him in the chateau so that JJ would not have to return home. John B. was the one who always believed in JJ, who knew that despite all the words of the people around Maybank, he would not become like his father.

That's why the loss of John B in the storm two weeks ago was another blow to JJ's gut from a life that proved to him over and over again that JJ Maybank was not made for happiness.

There's something so rare in your veins

Not a single thing I would change

And oh, if you only knew how I see you

Would you come alive again, alive again?

But despite how much JJ Maybank treasured his friendship with John B., he couldn't do anything about his feelings for his friend's younger sister, who, like a little sun, always lit his way in this pitch darkness of his life.

Y/N Routledge has always been her brother's most precious treasure. After their father disappeared, John B. devoted himself to his sister, protecting her from everything, promising that he would always be by her side. And now, seven months after Big John disappeared, John B. wasn't with her either. She was left all alone in this big world, which seemed ready to swallow her completely.

The first week after John B. went missing, JJ heard Y/N crying quietly at night, suppressing her screams, burying her face in the pillow. He could hear the sound of her bare feet on the wooden floor and the slam of the screen door when she woke up at the middle of the night from nightmares and went out on the porch to get some fresh air. Every night, Maybank cursed the thin walls of the chateau and John B. for causing her so much pain by leaving. But no matter how much JJ wanted to help her, he was too deeply drawn into the swamp of his own feelings, from which he could not get out in any way.

Y/N wasn't blind to what was going on with her brother's best friend either. She knew how much shit JJ had to go through in his entire life, how many loved ones he had to lose, and she understood that losing John B was another blow for him. She felt how he blamed himself for what had happened, heard how he wakes up at nights from nightmares, asking John B. and Sarah not to go into the storm, saw how only a pitiful shadow remained of the former JJ and it broke her heart.

The girl always admired the strength of JJ's spirit, despite all the shit that happened in his life, he stayed afloat. He raised his head and walked confidently and straight on. He supported his friends, was ready to do anything for them, even go to prison for a case that he did not commit, as long as his friends, his only family remained unharmed.

And JJ Maybank was always there for her. When her heart was broken for the first time, he was there, holding her tightly to his chest, whispering soothing words in her ear. When she was fighting with John B., JJ was always on her side, listening to her outrage. JJ Maybank went to parties with her, dancing with her until the sunrise, sat with her on rainy evenings at the chateau, watching romcoms that he hated, brought her her favorite sweets when she was sick, taught her surfing and listened to all the gossip from her work during their mini spa days at the chateau with such interest, as if Y/N told him about the beginning of the universe. JJ Maybank was always there for the younger Rotledge and it was just impossible for her not to fall in love with him.

She loved her brother's best friend even when he was a complete mess. When he cried on her shoulder after another fight with Luke. When he got drunk and she had to carry him to the chateau. When he was angry at her for getting into all these dangerous things with all the other pogues.

Y/N Routledge loved JJ Maybank in every shape and condition. And she would never change even the slightest detail about him, because for her, JJ Maybank was perfect for who he is.

Y/N was also hurt by the loss of her brother, and she, like no one else, could understand all of JJ's pain, but unlike him, she had the strength to live and move on. She didn't blame herself for what had happened, realizing that John B. had always been too stubborn to listen to anyone, but JJ… He was devouring himself from the inside out. He dug out the grave himself and buried himself with his head. The darkness that had been accumulating in him for so long was finally winning. And Y/N was scared. She didn't want to lose him either. She couldn't lose him.

I need you to understand

Y/N stood in front of the door to JJ’s room, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, doubting the correctness of her actions. They haven't spoken since the day John B disappeared, although they've been living under the same roof all this time, but they were functioning on their own.

After hearing another sob from behind the door, the girl finally opened it, going inside.

It was very dark and cold here, but after getting used to the darkness for a couple of seconds, Y/N began to distinguish silhouettes.

The room was a complete mess: all the clothes from the wardrobe were spread out on the floor, along with books, notebook sheets, rumpled bed linen and glass fragments that glittered in the moonlight. The lamp fell from the bedside table and was lying in the corner.

JJ was sitting at the foot of the bed, his head buried between his knees, and his hands were clutching the strands of his blonde hair in fists. His body was trembling. Even without seeing his face, Y/N could tell with certainty that JJ was trying his best to cope with the hysteria that was punishing him.

"Hey, J, are you okay?" the girl asked softly, quietly approaching the guy and kneeling next to him.

Startled, JJ mmediately raised his head, staring at the girl in shock, as if he had seen a ghost. There were wet marks on his cheeks, and his eyes were swollen and red from crying. More than anything, Y/N wanted to hold him close and comfort him, to convince him that everything would be fine.

"Angel?" JJ asked hoarsely, not believing his eyes. The sound of her soft and gentle voice sent a wave of goosebumps through his body. Her voice. It had been so long since he had heard her voice. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to... I-" JJ stumbled through his words, frowning and averting his gaze from the girl.

"Hey, hey, hey... calm down, J," the girl whispered softly, covering his palm with her hand. "I understand, okay? Everything is fine," the girl said soothingly, trying to smile.

I don't mind your shadows

'Cause they disappear in the light

JJ's gaze ran over her face, going over every detail of her appearance that he has memorized over all these years by heart. She looked the same as always, but her gaze seemed to have lost the spark that made his heart beat faster every time. But now all he could see there was emptiness and sadness, which even her slight smile couldn't hide.

All these two weeks, living under the same roof with her, JJ avoided her gaze, afraid to see this look. The look of loss. The loss of a brother that JJ felt responsible for. The lucky charm for all problems in the world is JJ Maybank. And JJ hated himself for it.

He caused her so much pain, coming to her to heal his wounds after fights with his father or kooks, or when he brought girls to the chateau, knowing full well about her feelings for him... Because he's afraid to admit to her that he's experiencing the same thing. JJ Maybank destroyed not only her life, but also the lives of all the people around him. And he thinks that it would be better for everyone if he just didn't exist.

Y/N noticed how his jaw clenched, and his gaze fixed on the wall became colder and felt a wave of goosebumps pass through her body when he abruptly got up from the floor early. Routledge Jr. could always understand her brother's best friend even without words. This situation was no exception. She understood that JJ's inner demons were devouring him from the inside out.

"Don't do this, Jay. Don't do this to yourself," Y/N whispered softly, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to burst, but her voice trembled treacherously.

"I'm the problem, angel," JJ said without turning to the girl still sitting on the floor. "I am the main cause of your troubles! Wherever I go, I only make things worse! I... didn't save John B.... I'm hurting you... I..."

"Don't do this to me, Jay!" the girl repeated more forcefully, jumping to her feet, wiping away tears.

"I don't care about your shadows! I'm not afraid of them!" Y/N said sobbing, clutching his hand. "I'm here! I'm always there for you! I'll be your light if you need me. But don't leave me… I-I love you."

And listen to me, it's okay to be afraid

Just walk like you're never alone

"I didn't stop your brother, Y/N," the guy continued to insist, whispering, feeling tears accumulate in his eyes again. "He’s not here! And it’s my fucking fault!"

Y/N's hands cupped his cheeks, pressing his forehead to hers, closing her eyes and trying to calm her breath. JJ's hands rested on her waist, pressing her against his body, wanting to feel such a missing and dear warmth to his heart. JJ could feel her thumbs wiping away the tears rolling down his cheek.

"Listen to me, J. It's not your fault," Dana whispered softly.

"It's not your fault that John B is a stubborn bastard who always does everything the way he wants," the girl chuckled softly, feeling tears begin to roll down her cheeks too. She missed her brother like crazy, and she would do anything to have him here with her right now. But here and now, there was no John B., it was just her and JJ, who was damn bad at handling his emotions. So, Maybank and his mental state were more important to her than grief for her brother right now.

"You know you wouldn't have stopped him, so stop blaming yourself," Y/N sniffed, opening her eyes to meet his blue gaze. "It's not your fault."

The guy nodded slowly, holding her closer to him, burying his nose in her neck, inhaling soft vanilla scent of her hair. Y/N felt his body shaking in her arms, as he desperately clung to her, trying not to let himself completely collapse.

"I'm so scared that they won't come back, angel," the guy whispered softly into her neck. "I'm so scared that he won’t come back…"

"Me too, but it's okay," the girl whispered with a lump in her throat, running a soothing hand through his hair. "Everything will be okay… He will return… It’s- It‘s John B, he always returns"

There was silence in the room, broken only by their ragged breathing and the patter of raindrops on the window. JJ lifted his head, gently brushing away the strands of hair stuck to Y/N's cheeks, giving her a soft smile. JJ kissed her gently on the forehead before pulling her to his chest, hugging her tightly. His chin rested on top of her head.

"But we'll get through this together, as we always have. Like we've done it hundreds of times," Y/N said in a barely audible voice, forcing not only JJ, but also herself to believe that someday, everything will come to its senses again.

That someday John B and Sarah will come back and everything will be as before. That maybe someday her father will be found too and she will have a family again. That the black shadows that consumed JJ's life would be replaced by the sun's rays that would illuminate his path. That someday their life will really become like a zebra, and not like a black tunnel from which there is no way out.

But for now, all they could do was hold on to each other tightly, not letting themselves drown in the shadows of grief and loss.

And Y/N Routledge knew for sure that with JJ Maybank by her side, she could survive anything.

And all these voices in our head

Well, they keep screaming louder and louder

But they won't pull us under

thankx for reading <з

this is my first work on Tumblr, so I hope you enjoyed it. feedback always appreciated :з

– your santi ✨

#– santi 🪐#jj maybank x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fic #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x routledge!reader

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surftrips · 2 years

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nonsense

pairing: jj maybank x reader

prompt: "you've been acting different, ya fallin' in love, y/n?"

word count: 801

author's note: this oneshot is also roughly inspired by "nonsense" by sabrina carpenter!

"Okay, he totally likes you!" Kiara whispered to you when JJ and the boys left the room to go smoke outside.

You and the rest of the Pogues were hanging out at John B.'s once again. All of them knew that you and JJ had been fooling around for a bit, so it was no surprise that he came up in conversation tonight.

"I know, and that's the problem! We said no strings attached but I fear that he may have actually caught feelings..." you responded.

"But would that be the worst thing in the world? Both of you are always running around with other people, would it be so bad if you actually settled down for once?" Sarah, the only one out of you three to currently be in a relationship, reasoned.

"Look, I don't do commitment or relationships or love. I don't want to be tied down to anyone, and he knows that!" You had a little bit of a reputation on the island for running away from any guy that showed remotely any signs of wanting to be in a relationship with you.

"Yeah, but that's still not stopping him from looking at you with heart eyes every time he sees you. I mean he practically worships the ground you walk on!"

It was true. You thought that sleeping with JJ would make your friendship more awkward, but if anything, you had only grown closer. He began calling you names like "pretty girl" and "sunshine," holding your hand out in public, putting his arm around you any chance he got. It was like he was challenging you not to fall in love with him.

And god was he making it hard. He made you only want to keep one number in your phone, his. As much as you pretended to be annoyed by JJ, you never wanted him to leave you alone.

You couldn't help it that when he got close to you, your tongue would go numb and you would forget how to speak. After your last relationship, you swore that you would never fall in love again, but here you were lying to yourself and your best friends about your feelings toward JJ.

You knew you were in too deep when you felt those cartwheels kick in your stomach as soon as he walked back into the room. You silently cursed him for the effect he had on you.

When he sat back down, he immediately put his arm around you, pulling you in closer to him. He made it difficult to breathe and easy to forget you ever slept with anyone else at all, that was what he was doing to you and you bet that he didn't even have a clue.

Lying in bed after sleeping with him again that night, you wondered how you, of all people, had somehow fallen in love?

As if he read your mind, he asked in a teasing voice, "You've been acting different lately, ya fallin' in love, Y/N?"

You snorted, "In your dreams, Maybank," and went back to cuddling in his arms.

But because you were curious, you asked, "Different how?"

"More intimate, I don't know, maybe I'm talking nonsense."

He seemed to be embarrassed now that he even brought it up, but he wasn't wrong. After the conversation you had with Kie and Sarah, the only thought running through your head was the possibility of being JJ's and JJ being yours. Your thoughts may nor may not have translated into your actions tonight as you felt his touch and tried to hide how crazy he drove you.

"It's not nonsense," you said after a while, propping your arm up on one elbow to get a better view of his face.

"Oh?"

"JJ, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know we said no labels or anything... but lately I've been wondering what we are? Like is this a friends with benefits situation or...?" you questioned.

"Friends with benefits makes it sound like we're just hooking up with each other. Which we are... but it's more than that, at least to me."

You had never seen JJ be so serious about something, and it both scared and excited you.

"Are you saying... we're more than friends?"

"Look, I know you're scared of commitment and all that but yeah. I like you, as more than a friend. Do with that what you will."

For once in your life, you didn't have some quick comeback or snarky comment. You just leaned in to kiss him, smiling as you felt him grin against your lips.

"So, is that a yes?" he asked.

"A yes to what?"

"You know what," he teased you.

"Yes, JJ, I'll be yours if you'll be mine," you said, grinning ear to ear.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank x you

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the-dark-artifices-trees · 7 months

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Oh, you just know that during their first dance, Jamie will get jealous and wiggle her way between her parents. And then the 3 of them will dance together.

And Jamie will obviously have a daddy-daughter dance with tucker. Her tiny hands will be clutched in hers, and her tiny feet will rest on his feet as they sway in a circle

#off campus #off campus series #the deal #the goal #the legacy #the mistake #the score #john tucker #tucker #sabrina james #sabrine tuck #janes tucker #jamie tucker #sabrina x tucker

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alimaybankkk · 1 year

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hey baby!!! can i request something for J inspired by sabrina's song bad for business, just fluff where reader and j are so in love that their friends think it'll be bad for them but they don't care cause their love is safe and not toxic. thank u i love your stuff

𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

a/n: hi honey! thanks for the request <3 i absolutely adore sabrina so much and this is one of my fav songs i am squealing rn. also if u want to look at this as a part two or something to my boy it would work cuz this is rlly similar!

summary: being madly in love with jj and ur friends think it’s dangerous

warnings: shotgunning smoke

pairing: clingy!jj maybank x clingy!reader

❝all of my friends think i’ve gone crazy, but they don’t know me like my baby.❞

i walked out of the school building, clutching the strap of my bookbag. cars were driving out of the parking lot eagerly and i let out an exhale through closed lips.

i had a headache and i couldn’t wait to go home.

but my plans immediately changed as soon as i saw a flick of blonde hair and the wave of a callused hand.

i wasted no time in running up to jj, throwing my bookbag off at his feet and pulling him into a tight hug.

next to me were john b, pope, kie, cleo, and sarah, all watching, annoyed.

jj wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder. “hey, baby.”

i pulled away, grubbing and clung my lips to his.

the kiss was so soft and firm. he squeezed my shirt and pulled me closer, breathing in my scent.

when i was finally completely out of breath, i pulled away and rested my forehead against his.

our friends were tapping their feet and checking their watches mockingly.

“you guys just saw each other, what, like, this morning?” john b asked sarcastically.

jj kissed me on the cheek and mumbled, “s’long…”

i hummed in agreement and giggled. “you skipped again. we gotta go. they would flip if they saw you on school grounds.”

he took a deep breath and nodded, looking over at john b. “what are you looking at?”

“an idiot…” john b murmured and opened the car door.

the car ride back to the chateau was quiet between me and jj, we just sat there in each other’s presence.

i’d be tracing circles on jj’s knuckles or peppering his face in kisses and i’d look up and see all of the pogues looking at us with a worried expression.

once we pulled into the grass, sarah initiated a fit of whispers amongst the group and eventually, kiara responded with, “yeah, i’ll talk to her.”

when i looked up, once again, they were all staring at me. i frowned and climbed out of the twinkie, grabbing jj’s hand when he offered to help me out.

as i followed jj into the house, i felt a hand on my arm. i looked up and was met by kie’s eyes, a silent plead in them. “i really need to talk to you.”

i shot jj a nervous glance. he looked upset that i would be leaving him again, so he tightened his grip on my hand.

“j, just let me talk to her real quick, okay?” i told him, caressing his knuckles with my thumb.

he gave me the eyes of a toddler, but he let go and kissed me on the cheek. i winked at him. “i’ll be right back.”

she let out an exhale through gritted teeth and gripped me harshly, walking me back to the twinkie.

“are you kidnapping me?” i joked.

“no, but jj is…”

i froze. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“just get in the car and we’ll talk.”

i sighed and continued to walk, settling in the back and grabbing a joint just to hold it. i knew it was jj’s, so i wanted to admire something he most likely held earlier.

she spotted what was in my grasp and smacked it out.

“dude!” i looked up at her, shocked beyond words.

she shook her head and closed her eyes. “we seriously need to talk about you and jj.”

“what about us?”

“i’m starting to think…” she exhaled uncomfortably and looked out the window. “maybe you guys aren’t the best for each other?”

my whole jaw detached from my mouth, it felt like. “aren’t the best for each other?!”

“i mean.. you know, you’re… you have looks, intelligence.. determination, you know? you have your studies to focus on… and he, well…. he’s…. he’s jj.”

i almost sat up to leave, thinking it all was just something to ignore, but i sat back down. “you know what, of course he’s jj! that’s why i love him.”

“i’m not saying that.” kie grabbed my hand. “you’re my best friend. but i haven’t really connected with you in so long.”

“what does that mean?”

“you’re always with him. never with me. i miss you.” she said. she looked like she was begging me.

“kiara, i’m with you when i’m with him. we hang out in a group. what’s the difference?”

“the difference is is that you’re all over each other!” kiara yelled. “it’s unhealthy. you don’t realize how bad this is for you.”

“it’a perfect, kie. we’re perfect. he’s perfect.”

“yeah, i know. but like i said, you have your studies to worry about. priorities. he’s, well… in some way, he’s a high school drop out.” she said.

i thought for a moment. “he’s like motivation. he makes me want to do what i do even more.”

“he’s just…” kie sighed. “you’re going to get hurt.”

“no, i’m not. i know i’m not.” i said. “i love him and he loves me. i know him.”

“you don’t know him,” kiara grips my hands. “you know how he is with girls. take them out for a date, take them home… sleep with them… forget them.”

“we’ve been together way longer than that,” i scoffed. “he wouldn’t do that to me. if he would, he would have already done it.”

“y/n…” kie said. she turned around to look at me in the eyes. “you have to be careful.”

“always am,” i sent her a smirk and winked, climbing out of the twinkie.

“j?” i called once i got inside.

“yeah, baby?” he got up off the couch, letting go of the beer he had already started drinking.

“come on,” i held out my hand and he grabbed it eagerly, following me out to the twinkie.

“what’s up, mama?” he asked as he sat in the back with me.

i didn’t say anything, i just picked up the joint kie had thrown out of my hands earlier and i held it up. “shotgun?”

he inhaled aggressively, pulling me in for a kiss. “god, i love you so much.”

i hummed. “love you too.”

“m’kay, give me it,” jj said and pulled it from my hands. he winked at me as he acknowledged the way my eyes were fixed on his lips and smirked.

finally, he placed the roll in between his index and middle finger and brought it to his lips. i wished i could take a mental polaroid of the way he looked; no other words to describe it—but beautiful.

he inhaled and held it for a second before gripping my chin and bringing me to his lips. i opened my mouth when he forced his pointer finger in and inhaled the smoke he gave me.

i have him twinkling eyes before detaching my lips from his and blowing out, immediately going to kiss him passionately on the lips.

“rough day?” his lips mumbled on mine, his grip on my wrist so tight that it was thrilling.

i nodded and leaned over to kiss his shoulder as he took the joint and pressed it to his lips, inhaling slowly and tilting my chin up to release the smoke into my mouth.

i inhaled and exhaled, watching him intensely as he watched me.

the way his eyes danced over my features.

the way my eyes danced over his features.

“wanna kiss you,” i mumbled and grabbed his chin, pressing a kiss to his bottom lip and his bottom lip only.

he captured the space in between my nose and mouth with his top lip, swiping his tongue in between. i opened my mouth and gave him access, hands reaching up to run them through his beautiful blonde hair.

i pulled away and have him another kiss without my tongue and leaned my forehead on his.

“what happened today?” he asked.

i shrugged. “school’s just getting stressful.”

“baby, just drop out with me,” he joked, but when he saw my unamused expression he sighed. “i love you.”

“j, what has john b and pope said to you about us?” i asked with thought.

he looked up as if he were looking at the thoughts up in his brain. “i don’t know. they’ve said to dump you because we’re not good for each other.”

“yeah, kie’s said the same things.”

he cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes but far past them. he was looking into my mind, into my soul and capturing my heart. “you know i’ll never listen to them right?”

“yeah…”

“look at me,” jj said. “you will always be my girl. my baby. nothing will ever change that.”

“i love you.”

next to jj on the boat, i was having a deep conversation with kie.

j was drawing circles on my thigh with his thumb, talking to pope and john b about something.

i sat up and crawled into jj’s arms, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“i think you guys are crazy,” cleo said.

sarah nodded. “i know the boys and kie have already said stuff about it, but are you sure you guys are good for each other?”

i shrugged. “the surest i’ve ever been anything in my entire life.”

one would say our love was safe. but i think the opposite. it’s so dangerous. we’re so obsessed with each other, that if one were to leave the other, the whole world would fall apart. maybe e peril was the absolute thrill of it.

“wanna go for a swim, mama?” jj asked, tapping my thigh to get up.

i nodded and stood. fixing my top and helping him up.

once we were both at the edge of the boat, i grabbed his hand and gave him the eyes i always did—mesmerized.

“3…” jj started.

“2…” i continued.

“1!” he finished and jumped off, pulling me with him at the connection of our hands.

we made contact with the water, surfacing to hold each other in our arms, needing to be as close as possible.

our friends watched with amusement. sarah took a breath. “they will never go tired of each other.”

john b shook his head and pope scoffed. “never.”

a/n: hope this was okay!!

ily!!

#jj x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #obx imagine #obx fic #outerbanks #obx #outerbanks fic

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rafecameronsslxt · 1 year

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Hooked

Warnings: Smut, Abusive?, and angsty also spitting.

Synopsis: Running from the cops, Rafe Cameron decides he needs a break from Adriana for the day, and two friends supposedly dying. How could Adriana's life fall so hard?

Rafe Cameron x OC

Part SIX of series. (Can be read as stand alone)

Masterlist

Part ONE- Part TWO- Part THREE- Part FOUR- Part FIVE- Part SEVEN

Szn THREE officially out and it had such a different vibe from all the other ones, but it was gorgeous. Rafe also was killing it! I've realized I'm really into sad stuff and reflects a lot in what I write. This 'chapter' is honestly the darkest one yet.

Words: 4,732

THE restaurant overlooked the ocean and the deep blue sky, cloudless yet enchanting. The stars had been so bright tonight, but so had the sirens of police vehicles. They were looking for John B, officially a fugitive on the run for “killing” Sheriff Peterkin.

My life had felt like a travesty. Deprecating, however, many people would have loved to be in my position. They would’ve had enough strength to break up with Rafe, run with the pogues, and somehow be free with a child.

Rafe decided the dinner be at eight when night fell. I didn’t question him as I’d grown tired of everything. Pope had been secretly updating me on everything, how Sarah and John B were on the run, and then the church burning down. Everything seemed to be chaos, collapsing for the time being.

Since this is an elegant restaurant, I wore a floral V-neck buttoned up by pretty white pearls and flowy enough to be quite comfortable. On the other hand, Rafe had a simple suit; white button-up, black blazer and black dress pants.

Most of the people here had children and were middle-aged or old. Would this be Rafe and me? Would I become a trophy wife to be put upon a shelf when Rafe had got his shit together and mine?

Sabrina, my mother, went to college for psychology and got a bachelor's degree. She had worked a week before meeting my father, who swept her up and never once needed to work again despite my mom being a kook. I guess she wanted to work, but then my father came along- who knows? Now the bachelor's degree stays on her office wall there, sitting pretty, just like my mother.

My plate was half empty by this point. “Do you know anything about John B?” Rafe inquired in an undeniable accusing tone. He picked apart his steak slowly and then looked up at me. His hand is holding up his chin, angry at me. “No. Why are you asking me about JB? I don’t know anything.” I became defensive.

He made a tsk sound. “I’m full and want to leave.” I lightly push my plate away and drink a sip of water. Rafe had no right to be angry at me.

A loud crash came. Glass. Gun? Sheriff Peterkin is on her knees, and blood is coming from her shoulder. Sarah starts crying. John B is trying to stop the crimson from falling, splaying across my vision, and then she falls. “Adriana!”

I jump and then sigh, breathing heavily. I gulp. “Let’s go,” Rafe says, dropping a tip onto the table, not caring to move it anywhere. He pays, and we start to walk around for a while.

My body felt out of place like maybe I wasn’t real. My arms crossed, and Rafe kept his hand on my lower back.

“Why are you mad?” A scoff falls from his lips. I lay my head on his shoulder. “Everything.” He says as if it had been that simple. I wish I could talk to Pope. He seems to understand me more times than anyone can.

“You’re not being fair about this. You kill someone, and I get the blame.” I whisper and make sure no one is around. “Repeat it. Is that what you’re going to tell the cops? I thought you loved me, and what about the baby?” He says condescendingly, using two significant issues against me. I love this child inside of me, but it’s causing so much now.

“I thought you loved me, Rafe!” I throw his arm off of me. He looked into my eyes for the first time today. The sea was red, traumatized, bloody, troubled, melancholy, and numb. All in one, but his eyes were elsewhere, not in the present moment with me. He was supposed to protect his girlfriend. Instead, she was in harm's way with him. I feel like crying.

He looks around, seeing nobody and takes hold of my face, squishing it together. “Do you want to talk about this shit now? Hm, Adriana.” I shake my head while his grip lets go of me, leaving a red mark compared to my pale face. “I do love you,” I say quietly, crossing my arms, feeling pathetic and powerless of my being. “I know, baby. I love you.”

Love was funny. Hilarious even.

Did Rafe and I love each other, or had we become so obsessed that the love faded as we stayed stranded on this island of chemicals surrounding us? Sometimes it felt like that. It felt like we started throwing the word around to each other, hanging empty in the air.

“You hurt me, and I still love you.” The thought slips from my mind to my lips and slides out accidentally. I shut up altogether. His laugh is humourless. “That’s because you’ll always love me. I couldn’t live without you, Adriana. You're my world.” It sounded manipulative, but it was right. Rafe was right. When Rafe looked at me, I was his everything. How my father looks at my mother, but they’re not Rafe and me. My relationship with Rafe is different by a mile.

The obsession had remained in question.

“Do you love me?” I came to a halt turning my body to Rafe’s. He was on coke tonight- again, but I wanted to ask because then I can kick the obsession question to the curb. “Adriana, I fucking love you so much. You don’t need to question my love for you.” He pauses, pushing me into an alleyway and onto the brick building. Anyone could see us if they were across the street or walking past.

He whispers into my ear, “I’d kill for you.” His arm above my head, and his hand gliding up and down my thigh. “That’s not funny.” My heart stops. “I’m not laughing, baby.” His hands go into my panties. Rafe shoves a finger in me and captures my lips before I can let a sound out.

I look around and catch JJ walking but looking down at the ground, not noticing us. I start panicking, grab Rafe’s wrist, and push his hand away. I hold his hand and start walking. “Way to go choosing a kook over your best friends.” I hear a voice say lowly behind me. All the pogues texted me congrats, and that was it. A baby doesn’t change the fact I did betray my only friends.

“You got a fucking problem Maybank.” Rafe never scared JJ. JJ had bigger things to fear, “No, not all. Put a leash on your dog Adriana.” JJ throws his hands up smugly. This sets Rafe off. He grabs the collar of JJ’s shirt. JJ laughs in his face. “Rafe, stop!” I pry his hands off JJ, who gives me a snide look that feels deserved.

We walk our separate ways, needing no other words to be said.

Rafe’s hand, as we drive, falls to my thigh. “We’re going to my house, right?” He nods and pushes my legs open. His mouth is parted while he stares ahead, yet he pushes my underwear down with one hand. “Take 'em off.” He says sternly. I move my hips off the seat and remove the white silk panties, handing them to Rafe. He puts them in his dress pants pocket.

I whine as Rafe keeps his hands to himself. “We should go swimming.” I furrow my eyebrows at his idea and throw my hands up. “What? You get me horny and then say let’s go swimming!”

“If you weren’t so impatient. Fine, fingers now, and I’ll fuck you in the pool.” You nod, wanting him in any form, forgetting about JJ, the day to come, or tonight in general. I wanted to discuss this upside-down situation, but he always gets mad at me. Since under these circumstances of being pregnant, I could barely do anything, lowering my chances of trying to help the pogues if they needed it.

Sometimes I had to tell myself to shut up because the storm started forming in my mind, and I digressed. Instead, I need to focus on the pleasure Rafe gratefully gives me.

Rafe’s gold and cold ring rubbed against my hot skin. The light contrast has my legs pushing together. “Do you want me to stop?” He voices irritated. I try to keep my legs open while two of his finger push in and out slowly—a rate that needed to speed up, or he needed to step on the gas pedal.

“God, Rafe, could you go any slower!” I grumble as my hands run down my face, and his fingers pause inside me. He pulls them out, not saying a word like always because it was always something with him.

“Rafe, baby. I am so sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I move my body across the center console whispering in his ear, mocking him. I connect my lips to his neck, sucking on his flesh. I press my hand to his crotch, feeling his hard-on. I smile while kissing his neck.

He turns the engine off and grabs my neck. Rafe’s lips hover over mine, his face expressionless. Rafe’s dark sea-colored irises are unreadable as he looks into my pale ocean ones. Cocaine is still intravenous in his system, and maybe some powder is left in his nose as he sniffs, and his fingers wipe his nose, his hand keeping place.

“Always so vulnerable, baby. You like trying to take control, but it never seems to work.” His lips fall to mine for a second, and light kisses on my neck. He moves his head to look at me manipulatively. I roll my eyes, and his grip gets tighter around my neck. I hold my thighs concurrently. Finally, Rafe lets go of my neck. I let out a deep breath and breathed in. He roughly unbuttons my dress. “Rafe! You can’t unbutton them so violently you’ll break the pearls.” I smack his hand, and he releases his fingers around the next white pearl. I finally get it off.

“I thought you were a pogue?” Patronizing is what that was. Hurtful. “And you can’t keep your nose fucking clean.” The copious white powder running through his nose got him angry and belligerent.

“You’re so readable, and that’s why I love you. You can’t keep secrets.” He’s trying to prompt me out of spite. In fact, I can keep secrets; though kissing Topper wasn’t my best moment, I didn’t tell Rafe and kept in touch with Pope. Rafe was always so prideful and arrogant.

I unbuckle his belt, and he pulls his pants down, removing them completely. Rafe gets on top of me and reclines the passenger seat. His clothed lower half pushed into my wet cunt. “Are you trying to start an argument?” He shrugs his shoulders, not caring. Rafe’s hands gently rub my stomach. “Your mommy is such a whore.” He smirks, satisfied at my reaction. My eyebrows knit together, and I clench my jaw while my tongue glides on the back of my teeth.

“Yeah, well, soon, mommy and daddy won't be together.” I snap at him. “Can you fuck me, or can you not do that either.” As mad as I was, his hands had only touched my stomach when I needed to feel him everywhere. “Do you want to start with me?” He gives me a questioning look, pulling his boxer briefs down and throwing them to the truck floor.

Sometimes Rafe’s cock was all I needed to make me feel better.

I disregard all thoughts when Rafe thrusts into me unexpectedly. Rafe’s hips pushed into mine viciously. My fingers went into Rafe’s back, making red lines as he rapidly drove his dick in me. His hands unclasp my bra, and Rafe starts gripping my boobs. I lean in for a kiss filled with desire and pure greed. He slips his tongue in.

“Oh my god, Rafe! Harder, baby.” I lean my head against his shoulder while his thrust becomes determined. “Open your mouth.” He demands, and I do. Rafe spits in my mouth. I swallow most of it because the other half of his saliva is descending to my chest. His grunts fill my ears as pornographic moans fall from my swollen lips that Rafe has been biting and sucking on.

“You like it like this? When I get rough with you.” He groans into my ear, then his mouth falls to my neck, gently biting my skin. “Yes- Rafe, I do!” I couldn’t think or form thoughts other than Rafe is fucking fantastic.

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut if I wanted to. My hair is sticking to my cheeks, which is florid. Rafe is so sweaty that my hands keep slipping from his back. So I must move my fingers to his shoulders to keep myself from falling back.

Rafe’s fingers move to my clit, and he starts rubbing quickly. My legs start trembling with pleasure. “Rafe- I’m about to cum.” Rafe leans his forehead against mine. “Fuck, cum on me, baby. Do it.” Rafe encourages me while his mouth drops open. My lips fall onto his. Rafe’s fingers go at a rapid speed to my clit. Bliss falls over the both of us.

That was the best release I could’ve asked for, and Rafe’s cum paints my insides. “This is why we have a baby on the way,” I say, panting and lying back against the seat. Rafe puts boxer briefs on and throws me his white button-up. “You haven’t complained about me coming inside you until now. It doesn’t count.” Rafe whispers while laughing.

Yet another morning to no Rafe. The messy, dirty blonde-haired man once again left me alone to wake up unattended by the guy I needed the most.

I press my hands down to the powdery sink counter, looking at myself in the mirror. My under eyes have officially formed dark circles; they were purple and blue. I bring my hands to my cheeks. The cocaine left on my hand goes onto my face, but my face is carved and hollow. It looks like I haven’t eaten in days. My ocean eyes have red blood vessels around my irises, leading from all directions. I’ve slept, just not sufficiently.

I’ve had enough of this.

“Barry, open the fucking door!” I slam my fist onto his trailer door. I hear rustling from the other side, along with curses. Rafe’s drug dealer Barry is someone that I’d never want to see again unless I’m murdering him.

“You Rafe’s girl?” He opens the door and suddenly chill, acting like everything he’s doing is ok. “How much do you want? Thirty thousand or one hundred thousand because you’re a greedy fucking bastard!” I scream at him and push him into the wall. He grabs my hands and restrains them, leaving me with no escape. “Calm the fuck down- what money? Listen, princess Rafe pays, and I give you got it?” Barry looks at me like I’m crazy. I jerk my hands away from him, and he lets go. He squints his eyes at me. “No wonder why Rafe is with you and knocked your ass up.”

I remember my first time on cocaine. It was a remarkable experience. It was like floating in the ocean, and the waves allowed me to drift with them. Barry has sold it to me, but I never got hooked. It had never been my… thing.

“Stop selling him coke. I mean, do you feel good about yourself? Do you like ruining people's lives, huh?” I started to become manipulative, but out of all people, Barry deserved to feel ashamed of what he does for a “living.”

“Move along with your day, princess.” He crosses his arms, unbothered by the scene I’m causing. At one point, Barry had been an acquaintance of mine, primarily because of selling, but after I’d gotten caught, I stopped doing drugs entirely. I go against wrecking his entire house. I ball my hands into a fist; my knuckles turn white. “Rafe will hear about this.” He smiles and waves me happily goodbye. I flip him off.

What the fuck am I doing? Why would I do that? I bang my palm on the leather steering wheel.

I hear police sirens behind my car. The red and blue lights made me nervous. Finally, I pulled over after debating what I should do. I roll down my window and see officer Shoupe. “Adriana, I was wondering if you could come down to the station to answer some questions,” Shoupe asks. He rubs his chin.

“Yeah, sorry to tell you, but I don’t think I can right now.” I furrow my eyebrows, gripping the steering wheel. “You look nervous. I think you should get out of the jeep Adriana.” His voice still seems questioning, but it’s not. That’s how cops do it. It starts off calm and deceiving. But, then, their voice is contesting with you to see if you’ll comply.

“Ow, I think I need to get home. You know, contractions with the baby.” I start holding my stomach, faking being in pain. This rouse wasn’t going to work with Shoupe, not this time. He knows how we all work now. “Adriana!” Shoupe says, warning me that it’ll be an unnecessary problem if I dare to move. He thinks he’ll get me.

“See, I can’t do this right now.” I pull off speeding. Was I doing this? Shoupe’s vehicle starts gaining speed on me. I push the gas pedal as for as it can go. I was going eighty on a forty-mile road. I look in the rearview mirror. The sirens were still blaring.

My eyes go back to the road. A black car was going too slow. I swerve into the other lane seeing a couple of vehicles coming this way, and I finally return to the right road. Shoupe’s car slows down, getting stuck. Sweat drips down to my shirt, and my hands slip from the steering wheel, making me reposition my fingers.

The green trees pass me quickly. Everything was a blur. Adrenaline still courses through my veins. The grown trees lean with the wind as time passes. I let a deep breath out. The wind blows on me, appeasing the sweat falling from my red face. I smile proudly to myself for my actions or just escaping. Having a high-speed police chase wasn’t exactly something to be prideful in, or was it?

I start driving at an average pace once I think I’m far enough away from Shoupe. Then, I make it to my house safely, kind of.

“First police chase, baby. Better get used to it.” I say to the growing infant in my stomach. I sit on the couch, rubbing my belly, which is painfully hurting. I feel the baby kick against my stomach. It makes me feel sick seeing my skin crawl, literally. Tears start to sting my eyes; this baby will not stop kicking.

I called Rafe one ring, two rings, three rings- declined. No, no, no.

Hurt comes with victory, I suppose.

Never mind that I call Rafe again. He declined immediately. “Rafe baby, I need you right now. Having awful contractions.” I leave a voicemail. My stomach starts churning, and my forehead becomes hot. The little food I had today was coming back up.

After an hour of puking, I lay my head on the clean marble counter. I wash my hands and then run a hand through my hair. My brunette hair was sweaty and greasy feeling.

If Rafe decides to ignore my calls, I’ll just come to him. Rafe always has his location on. A dock- Luke’s dock. What? Pope hadn’t updated me today, so something was taking up everyone's time I wasn’t aware of.

As I drive to the dock, I wiggle my fingers around the steering wheel, tense. It’s like my whole body is stiff. Unmoving as I get closer until I’m finally here.

I cross my arms. It’s quiet besides the wind blowing, birds chirping, and insects making buzzing sounds. The sun started setting. I walked into the port, finding nothing and walked back out and heard a scream. I jump and start breathing heavily. I see a boy with a backwards hat on, “Rafe?” I call out. His pretty face looks back at mine.

I run to him. I climbed onto the boardwalk, which was more challenging than expected. I put my hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. I lay my head on his spine. “Are you ok, baby?” My voice came out hushed and trembling from seeing the blood on his face. Rafe lays his head on my shoulder and turns his head to me.

His eyes were enraged but melancholy, dark, yet when he looked at me, his eyes had a twinge of sparkle. “Heard about the scene you caused at Barry’s.” I roll my eyes at his subject change. “Rafe, I’m serious.” I took my shirt off and started wiping the blood off his face. I had a bikini on, so it didn’t matter. It was doing more smearing than anything, but I have a water bottle in my jeep that I can use.

“Had a little run-in with the pogues, is all.” Rafe grimaces, even saying ‘pogues.’ I sigh and pause, wiping his face. “I missed you. You don’t even stay until I wake up, and cocaine is always on the counter.” Rafe looks towards the sunset keeping his head on my shoulder blade. I run my hands under Rafe’s shirt and hug him tighter. “Fine, you don’t want to talk. I will. Firstly I was quite impetuous today. Barry and then sheriff Shoupe chasing after me.” Rafe pivots his head back at me, raising an eyebrow. “My baby being reckless? No way, but why?”

“He wanted to ask questions about John B and probably was trying to get a statement out of me… since I was there,” I say unnervingly to Rafe. He choked out a ‘what’ that seemed shocked but slightly angered. “Are you still protecting John B? And what if Shoupe got to you? What would you say? Me or that pogue.” Rafe unlocks my hands from his stomach, and I can see him physically tense up. Rafe’s jaw clenches. “Shoupe just. Won’t. Get. To. Me.” I sound clear and strict, and confident in my answer. I was, but I wasn’t.

His sharp jaw contracts, and his tongue slides across his teeth. “You’re great, Adriana. So fucking supportive and reliable.” Rafe stands up and throws his hands into the air. His voice is wavering with bitterness. I scoff and stand up too. “Yeah, I fucking am reliable and supportive, Rafe. Do you understand I’m pregnant and with a boyfriend who thinks he killed someone because he was “saving” his father? Rafe, YOU DIDN’T HELP ANYONE. WARD NEEDED TO BE ARRESTED!” I scream at him. It was the truth. Peterkin wasn’t planning to kill Ward. She was putting him away, rightfully so. Rafe will never understand that.

Rafe rubs his jaw slowly and nods his head. He laughed, but it was alarming. “You can’t be trusted anymore, Adriana.” He said it like it was a fact. A statement he thought to be true. He bites back whatever else he planned to say. My face falters. I couldn’t be trusted? “What? Rafe, I’m your girlfriend, not an enemy in this fucked up game of yours. I love you, baby.” I touch his face, but he pulls away. Rafe is pulling away from me, our roles are reversed, but his problem wasn’t valid enough for me. I would never give my statement even if held in a cell-protecting my best friend and boyfriend.

Rafe watches as my face contorts, crestfallen. “Rafe, please don’t do this to me.” I bite my bottom lip until it starts to hurt too much. No blood comes out. “Don’t fucking cry, Adriana, because you did this. Not me!” I lean my head back as the words come out of his mouth. I always do it just like the night at the party. That was my fault because it’s constantly my responsibility regarding our relationship.

I watch him jump off the boardwalk. “Do I even mean anything to you anymore? I dropped EVERYONE for you, Rafe. I love you, and you don’t care.” I sit on the perimeter of the broken wood that digs into my thighs. Rafe turns back around. “I do love and care about you, but- I need to be alone right now.” The day became dreary, word by word falling from his tempting lips. His killer lips once touched yours with trust and comfort, never needing a second thought. Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose as a sigh of annoyance emits.

He turns his back, walking away.

The breezy, sunny day has finally reached an end, allowing nightfall to take over in its purest form.

I stayed at the doc until my phone went off. It was a text from Pope.

Get over here now. JB and Sarah are in the storm!!!! John B’s house.

I gripped the steering wheel hard while pushing the gas pedal, but just enough so I wouldn’t veer into the woods and a tree desecrating my jeep. The rain trickled hard on the windows, and my windshield wipers went back and forth quickly. Thunder rang throughout the Outer Banks, which accentuated the sombre feeling inside my stomach.

What was the longevity of this bleak and desolate era in my life?

The trees were mangling together, getting comfortable in this growing storm. Soon the limbs would fall off one by one, but more would produce, so why does it matter? People call becoming entranced by sensory details ambedo. I was soaking in the experience of being alive, as goes by the definition, but I felt like this was all a bad dream. That I wasn’t alive, and my life is some angsty story, people can enjoy thriving off my pain.

I pull into the grass and jump out of the jeep, running to all my best friends. Tents are set up, and SBI agents surround John B’s house, but all overlook the ledge. I stand there, mouth opening as the waves are big. “What are they doing?” I ask anyone. “Escaping,” Kie answers, looking at me concerned as she folds her arms. There was barely an outline of the boat. “They have coast guards out there looking for them.” Pope’s statement hangs in the air. JJ hasn’t said a word; He just stares at the ocean.

I walk away and find an SBI guy. “Will they be ok?” I start biting my nails, and tears form in my eyes. “Looking at the circumstances, maybe, but with how bad the storm is getting, it’ll be unlikely.” Sometimes I don’t get how they can be so expressionless when something so gut-wrenching is happening. I don’t respond to the agent and return to where I was.

The lights turn back on. The lighthouse goes around as their boat is now seeable. We see the coastguards go after them, but they keep going into the storm, the waves getting immensely larger by the minute. I hear Ward's voice talking to John B, but things have stopped comprehending with me. The others surround him.

JJ is standing beside me. “Adriana. They're going to be ok.” JJ sounds like he’s reassuring himself. He pulls me in for a hug filled with regret and despair. I shake my head. I lay my head on his shoulder. “They’re going right into the storm, JJ.” I let go and look him. I take his hand, leading us with the others.

J starts pushing Shoupe, and the other officers pull him back.

It was never quiet in the Outer Banks until now. Obx was chaos at all hours, but everything had finally gone silent. I see all of our parents come in worried. Sabrina and Jacob hug me tightly. “They’re gone.” My voice broke, and tears leaked from the ocean as the storm caused disarray. “It’s going to be ok, sweetheart.” My mom says sweetly as tears cascade down her face.

Kiara, Pope, and I hugged, tears falling to the grass.

Oh, how I loved them all.

Outer Banks Paradise on Earth.

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Welcome to my masterlist

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Shows:

The umbrella Academy

Supernatural

The walking dead

Miraculous ladybug

How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)

The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos

Once upon a time

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Movies

Van helsing 2004

Hellboy 1 and 2

Labyrinth 1986

The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)

Same with the DC universe

Avatar 1 and 2

Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)

Games

Sally face

Call of duty

Skyrim

Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom

Assassins creed 2

Stardew valley

Books

Creepypasta

(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!!)

Bands:

Ghost

David Bowie

Mcr

(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)

Characters I will write for:

The umbrella academy:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben

Viktor

Lila

Marcus

Fei

Alphonso

Sloane

Jayme

Supernatural:

Sam

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Dean

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Castiel

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Lucifer

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)

The walking dead:

Rick

Daryl

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Glenn

Maggie

Michonne

Negan

Carl

Rosita

Abraham

Ezekiel

Carol

Miraculous ladybug:

Marinette

Adrian

Luka

Julika

Nino

Alya

Chloé

Kim

Sabrina

Jagged stone

Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC

Rose

Nathalie

How to train your dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Snotlout

Fishlegs

Heather

Eret

Dagur

The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:

Callum

Rayla

Claudia

Viren

Soren

Janai

Aaravos

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3

The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

Nyx

Ibis

Amaya

Corvus

Gren

Terry

Zubeia

Once upon a time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)

Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)

Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)

David Nolan (Prince charming)

(work in progress)

Hazbin hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husk

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvett

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Blitzø x male!reader HC

Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC

Moxie

Millie

Loona

Van Helsing (2004):

Dracula

Aleera

Marishka

Verona

Gabriel Van helsing

Anna valerious

Velkan valerious

Carl

Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)

Hellboy

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Abe

Liz

John

Prince Nuada

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Princess nuala

Labrynth 1986

Jareth the goblin king

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

Dr, Stephan strange

Wanda

Bucky

Natasha

Nick Fury

Bruce banner

Steven Rodger

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Barry allen

Oliver Queen

Clark kent

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

Beastboy

Joker

Harley

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Avatar 1 and 2

Jake sulley

Naytiri

Neteyam

Lo’ak

Kiri

Miles Quaritch

Javier “spider”

Aonung

Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain jack sparrow

Captain Hector Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

James Norrington

Bootstrap bill turner

Davey jones

Lord Cutler Beckett

Calypso ( Tia Dalma)

Sally face:

sal fisher

Larry johnson

Ash

Travis

Call of duty:

Ghost Mw2 and 2009

König

Soap

Price

Graves

Skyrim:

Cicero

Astrid

Arnbjorn

Farkus

Vilkas

Aela

Balgruuf the greater

Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:

Link

Zelda

Mipha

Daruk

Revali

Sidon

Urbosa

Kass

ganon

Assassins creed 2:

Ezio

Stardew valley (Sdv):

Alex

Elliot

Harvey

Sam

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Leah

Maru

Penny

The wizard

Caroline

Dwarf

Jodi

Kent

Krobus

Robin

Pierre

Sandy

Ghost:

Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)

Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo

Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)

Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia

Swiss

Aether

Mountin

Phantom

Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)

Rain

Cirrus

Sunshine

Cumulus

Sodo

Dewdrop

David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):

Ziggy stardust

Aladdin sane

The thin white duke

Major tom

David bowie

My chemical romance

Gerard way

Party poison

Mikey way

Kobra kid

Frank iero

Fun ghoul

Ray toro

Jet star

I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!

What I will write/Rules:

Rules:

No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS

No homophobia

No racism

No hatred

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Lemon

Info about Aviradasa!

I go by she/they

I have a cat named Nyx!

I am Demiaroace

I love horror movies with my whole life!

I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣

My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black

My favorite singer is David bowie!

I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!

The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second

PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!

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