#there���s a way worse brother I could’ve used for this but there’s no way in hell I’m putting him on here 💀💀💀💀💀

[lailawinchesterr]

you are not your dad [sam and dean winchester]

pairings; dean winchester x reader x Sam winchester tags; established relationship, death of family members, angst (idk what’s wrong w me) summary; you go visit your mother for her death anniversary, and you’re having a hard time.

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I don’t blame Sam and Dean for the wrongs of their parents. That is one line I swore I would never cross with the boys. My boys. They don’t deserve to be told that their father’s actions shed light on their own, because they don’t. Sam and Dean are their own people, they are not the making of their parents. 

Especially because they never had any. Sam only had Deans and Dean only had a Sargent, not a father. And only one of them had a mother. 

But that’s all to say, I hate when they blame themselves for the horrible things John has taught them. John taught Sam that he can’t have a life outside hunting— practically told Sam he’d be selfish if he didn’t hunt monsters. He taught Dean to never be a kid. And those are their biggest downfalls.

“De! Can you come in here?” It takes a second before I hear his footsteps and he makes his way into my room. I smile as my eyes immediately take notice of his beautiful green ones. He nods. “Found a hunt, thought you guys would want something after the hiatus we’ve been on.”

“Sure, sweetheart. Where?”

“Texas.” He furrowed his eyebrows and stepped closer. “S’ a coincidence, obviously.”

“That you find a hunt in your hometown the same week of your mother’s anniversary?” I nod once. “You could’ve asked. We don’t need to hunt to get you there.”

That makes me shake my head no. There’s nothing worse than going to Texas to cry my eyes out then come back home with no win. At least this way I can celebrate something. 

“Alright. We’ll head out tomorrow, I’ll get Sammy to pack. First thing in the morning.” I jump to kiss his cheek gratefully and he lets me, before taking a hold of my face to pull me into an actual kiss. Then his hands move down to my waist to pull me closer. He smiles against my lips and it makes me think he’s laughing at something. Maybe something I did wrong?

I pull away. “What?”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“What are you wearing? On your lips.”

“Gloss?” He shakes his head. Oh, he wants the flavor. “It’s raspberry.” His grin stretches. I scoff and push him away. “You’re so weird.”

“Use it more.” For all my teasing, it makes me blush. And he notices so he steals another kiss, much shorter, and tells me dinner’ll be ready in a bit. 

We don’t talk about the case at dinner, but they assure me we’ll go in the morning. My mother’s anniversary is still on Friday and it’s only Monday, but I’d rather be prepared and already there so I don’t miss it. 

At eight were all out of the bunker and into Baby. For years I’d argue with Dean that it’s better if I drive myself, but after losing Dean on the road more than once, we decided it’s better I stay in the backseat. I’m a decent driver, just not close to Dean. 

The motel gives all of us the creeps. We usually stay at my parents house when we visit Texas whether for a case or something else. My dad moved out ages ago, so it’s always just us and three bedrooms.

This time, unfortunately, my siblings will be there so I can’t just bring Sam and Dean in to stay with us, not that they mind cramming into the house, it’s much cleaner than the motel room, but I’d rather not get asked questions. I talk to my brother and sister as much as I can in between hunts—not that they know what I do, but that doesn’t stop them from having infinite inquiries.

They understand and book us the cheapest motel. I’ll go stay with Lily and Connor tomorrow. “You okay?” Sam asks when we’re alone, Dean hitting the showers first.

“Fine.” He exhaled dramatically like the lie is killing him and sat next to me. “Just scared and tired.” I take a deep breath. “S’ just the third year. It’s been three years since I lost her, Sam. And I just— I keep thinking about her and it hurts. I don’t want to see them and talk about her, I just— I’m scared.” 

He frowns and stands us up so he’s engulfing my entire body in his grip, pulling me into a hug like no other. No one knows what a hug means until they’ve had one from Sam Winchester. “It’s okay, baby.” I’m not going to cry, obviously, not in front of them anyways. 

“I’m sorry.” It’s breathy, and not even directed at him, I’m not sure who I’m apologizing to or what for but I feel like I have to. Sam shakes his head and burries mine into his chest further. 

After Dean, Sam freshens up, then I do. Dean researches the hunt, tries to make sure we have enough information to actually have a case, and we do. They offer to work it alone and I refuse, saying that as long as we finish by Friday, it’ll be fine. 

“Okay so obviously vampires. Looks like a nest if these happened at the same time.” He points to two articles that show that four men and women were murdered at both ends of town at the same time a little less than a week ago. “There are only two— maybe three warehouses in the area. Me and Sammy can go check them out after we drop you at your house.”

“You what? No way! I’m coming with you, I’ll drop by tomorrow, four people is a lot, who knows how many vamps are in town.”

“And who knows how many of them will hurt Lily and Connor. You need to stay with them.” He makes a good point, but it doesn’t make me hate it any less. Sam and Dean will obviously need backup, what then? “Hey, sweetheart,” he stands up and walks over to me, “we came here for you. We’re taking the vamp case to ease your mind. We’ll stay here for as long as you need— but you need’ta see them. They need you, you’re their big sister.” It sucks how true it is. I am the big sister. The one who’s supposed to have it all figured out, instead I have two boyfriends instead of one, I hunt demons and ghosts for a living, and I avoid talking about mum at all costs.

Dean lets his words sink in before he presses a kiss to my head, then leans down before I capture his lips with mine. He smiles into the kiss. I break it apart. “Raspberry.” It makes me shake my head with a smile. 

I’ll be fine. Obviously. I have Sam and Dean. I’ll always be fine. 

And just to make sure I know it, Sam gets up too to brush his lips against mine softly. Dean’s much softer with his kisses than Sam is, but at the moment, they’re both so so soft.

“Yeah, I can taste it.” He looks at Dean and I shove him away. Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll be okay.

Because it’s Sam and Dean. If anything, I should be worried about them, not me. Sam will hunt when I know he wanted to rest (I only said we should hunt because I thought he’d sit it out by researching) and Dean will have to play protector again and be on extra high alert with no backup.

But they do it because they love me. Not because they’re forced to, not because John taught them to, and not because fate has pushed them to. Simply because they love me. At least, I hope so.

a/n: can I just say I wrote this because of this prompt; raspberry lipgloss. yeah, I know.

[m-s-justice]

Warning for Unpopular Opinion:

I kinda hate Primis Richtofen

As a character, he's fantastic. But if I were to ever cross paths with him, he would be on the receiving end of at least 28 stab wounds.

Strap in for another Long Fucking Textpost.

I have three main gripes with the guy.

1. How he treats Victis/The Rest of Primis

Richtofen manipulates Victis into doing his dirty work, actively putting their lives in danger by siccing Undead Ultimis Richtofen on them, and then puts them on ice in a parallel to his Ultimis self doing the same thing to his teammates. Not to mention Victis is frozen in a HELL POCKET DIMENSION. And EVEN THEN, he’s not even the one to wake them up; it’s Ultimis Richtofen, likely prompted by Primis Nikolai. 

As for how he treats his team, holy shit. He deceives them the entire cycle. Sure, he didn’t technically lie to them, but omission of information is just as bad. The other three had no idea what they were walking into. They didn’t expect to have to kill themselves. And that’s the fucking thing. They didn’t sign up for this. Richtofen clearly never asked if the other three wanted to live in Agartha with him. Richtofen never considered that they have lives of their own, outside of the cycle. Richtofen considered his own goals above the lives of his team. In ZnS one of his opening lines is “Do you trust me, [whichever of the three he is talking to]?”, to which both Dempsey and Takeo respond that they feel like they have no choice but to and Nikolai who basically says no. And yet, RIchtofen keeps charging ahead, doing “what he has to”. Sure, he ensured that they didn’t get wiped from existence, nevermind the fact that they wouldn’t have even been in danger of that without Richtofen leading them there. Instead, Richtofen leads them in a fucking circle. They’re going to do the same song and dance, forever. Now, no matter how much personal beef I have with BO4’s writing, it’s implied that the only way peace could ever be achieved is through the Motherfuckers’ deaths. Accepting his own death is something Richtofen could never do, we even see it happen. When he dies in Blood, it’s not graceful. Rather than subject himself to death, he instead has everyone go through something arguably worse, a never-ending loop of suicide by proxy. What the actual fuck.

2. Dimensional collapse

Richtofen lets Dimension 63 (Morg City [SoE]) get eaten by Apothicons. To give him some credit, there’s probably not a lot he could’ve done by himself. Apothicons are known for gobbling down dimensions like rednecks at a pie eating contest. But also. There was Keeper intervention. Maybe let the Keeper use the Incredibly Powerful, yet Loosely Defined MacGuffin #52 to save the dimension before swooping in, stealing the Key, and then dipping? I don’t know man, the general lack of remorse in his actions, the whole “I have a universe to set right” line before dooming the entire place just rubs me the wrong way.

3. General Assholery

Richtofen is a bit of an arrogant prick. The apparent reason the others can’t peek at the Big Book of Plot Convenience is because they’re too stupid. He also refuses to answer any of their questions. No wonder the other three don’t trust him, what with his complete and utter lack of transparency and his compulsive need to beat around every goddamn bush in the Forest of Equivocation.

On a slightly different note, there’s one quote of his that stood out to me. It’s a start of session conversation with Takeo.

Takeo: “I fear that denying Dempsey the chance to better understand himself may have… consequences.”

Richtofen: “Even had he been conscious before his death, I do not believe that Dempsey had any… great knowledge to impart.”

What the hell. My Brother in CoD, you made him that way. An alternate you literally experimented on and tortured him and then froze him taking away all autonomy from him. Not only that, you selected that dimension. You chose that specific Dempsey. If you wanted a "smart” Dempsey, then literally go anywhere else and murder him instead. Holy fucking shit. And Primis Dempsey is also there. Mourning himself. And you’re out here insulting a dead man that you murdered behind his back. Richtofen did murder him; Dempsey was coerced into doing it. Even fucking worse, is that Dempsey confesses to Nikolai that he’s starting to trust Richtofen. The one thing Richtofen wants most and he doesn’t deserve it.

However, the actual worst part is that nothing comes from Dempsey not being able to properly meet with his other self. Dempsey pulls himself together by himself, which is very admirable, but does have the unfortunate outcome of confirming Richtofen’s position. There were no ramifications. That Dempsey was simply an idiot who had nothing of worth to contribute, other than his death.

PART 4: END OF POST WHERE I SAY MORE RANDOM BULLSHIT IN A SLIGHTLY INCREASED INCOHERENT WAY AS A MOCKERY OF A CONCLUSION

Ok now to preface this I’m not attacking anybody who interprets Primis Richtofen differently.  He's a fictional character and other people viewing art in a different way than me will not cramp my style.

I do think that he genuinely loved his friends and wanted the best for all of them. The way he goes about it is just one of the worst ways possible. Comedically terrible, falling on his face, fucking Looney Tunes-ing it up. 

Simultaneously, however, I think at his core, Richtofen is a selfish character. And that’s shown in both version’s actions. Ultimis is pretty blatant in his egoistic pursuits. I spent the entire post pretty much draggin Primis in the mud, so I’m not going to repeat myself.

To end this: I hate him so much I want to rip him to pieces. But I also really like him as a character, so I would sitch him back together. And then his insufferable face would send me into an irrepressible rage and I’d shred him again. Rinse and repeat.

[anotheroceanid]

Oh my gods thank you for answering me I'm about to sleep so I'll annoy you more tomorrow if you keep answering my asks, Kronos thoughts on Percy? Just because of the Rhea dress up series I'm now starting on your ask blog

Don’t worry, it’s nice talking ✌️

Hm… okay, but as I said, Titans can be creepy. (this can be considered a bit darker than the previous snippets, and it gets a bit of titan lore from WTHB, but nothing that counts as an spoiler)

You know these old guys who will look at you and tell you that you look just like their deceased wives? That was Kronos. But at a much younger age, Percy thought it was super normal being compared to a long-recluse titaness.

See, everything was happening so fast ever since he got to camp, that never once he reflected much on the “you look like your grandma” talks. He thought it meant in a “she sided with the Olympians too, now they’re not even on speaking terms with her anymore”, and coming from the guy who ate his kids, Percy wasn’t paying much attention.

Years later, it definitely snapped to him.

Probably talking to one of the other elder titans, he’d come to realise how much Kronos used to really compare him to his former wife. Even in the way he spoke to Percy. Weird. Weird. Weeeeird.

The thing is: after a millennia or two living on Tartarus (and worse, without a body), you don’t end up well. Kronos, all his siblings would confirme, was never in a good place… mentally speaking.

Their father detested him more than he detested anyone else, and in the meanwhile Ouranos worshiped the ground Rhea walked on. And Kronos had a huge, huuuuge crush on her ever since… ever. No need to say that Ouranos was 100% against it, that was his little girl, his favourite, the jewel of his world, one good thing about having kids is that one of these kids were Rhea.

But Rhea liked Kronos too, when he was just that silly guy that made her laugh, so she hoped eventually Ouranos would soften a bit to this potential relationship. Well, it never happened. The whole thing with the coup went on. Rhea could’ve told his father that her mother and brothers were conspiring against him, but turned out she liked Kronos more than she liked their father.

Kronos was very smug about it.

About the time the coup happened, some of the titans were already married. Tethys and Oceanus had a lot of kids already, Hyperion and Theia had Helios and Selene already, and it was just a matter of time before Koios and Phoebe started having kids too. Krios was trying to woo his violent sea lady and Iapetus was doing just alright as a bachelor (until Clymene was born, but that’s an entirely different story), and the other titanesses were still in their “Boys??? Ew!!!” era. So, Rhea and Kronos got together. Everyone knew it’d happen. Happy ending, right?

Nope. As stated before, Kronos never been in a nice mental state. But Rhea loved him very much, and thought Kronos’ turmoil was just a matter of time (yes, a pun) and that he’d be fine sooner than later and would like have kids just as much as Hyperion but a little less than Oceanos (she didn’t want to have that many kids).

Then, she got pregnant. And he ate the baby. Then again. Then again. Then again. Well, we all know the story about how it got to the rock.

But Kronos… not so much. Maybe something deep (as Tartarus) down, he felt bad about it. Maybe he did want to have kids. Maybe he even liked the kids that he had. He made a joke about his daughters’ future weddings on the day Helios got married to Oceanos’ eldest girl, Perseus, who was Kronos’ favourite niece. He spoke about them like they were sitting just beside him, not in the bottom of his stomach. That was terrible. Rhea cried a lot.

So everything to say: Kronos is not very aware of reality as it is. He’s a terrible person (titan, whatever), but he’s also a very confused one. So at the sight of Percy, he didn’t see Percy… At least, not all times. Usually, he’d see Rhea playing in a younger, boyish figure. Sometimes, he’d see his enemy. And sometimes, it’d mix. And if Rhea was a bit wilder, well, he wasn’t exactly the same either, so whatever.

And if if Rhea had loved him more than she loved her father once, maybe it could work again, right?

But Luke didn’t want to cooperate with this part of his plan. Thankfully.

[sips-tea-cutely]

6:25 AM - tipping and toppling even if it makes us sick

“Let's not look at each other who will get off first

Let’s not drag things out

Let's follow our hearts

Let's put an end to this

A repeated seesaw game

Let's stop it now.” —Trivia 轉 : Seesaw

(cw: adultery, supposed to have beta but they’re always dead just like oda 😞, theyre unhappy but they stay together, bsd withdrawal causes ooc dazai)

“You’re up early.” Dazai closed the bedroom door and ran a hand through his hair. “Mhm, where’s my award?” he joked as he sat down, the coffee you’ve prepared for him already going cold. Neither of you spoke, nor did you dare break the silence. The previous night was quite the fever dream to you both, an estranged memory of arguments stuck in your heads. To be honest, he couldn’t remember what started it all; to him, your relationship has always been like this.

Your smile, your voice, everything about you— he used to glorify it and sing its praises to anyone willing to listen. you were like his drug; a quick fix to escape his dreadful reality— a drug that quickly became a sickening addiction. The high you’d give him eventually faded, the sense of relief that came with your presence eventually became offending to him, something that disturbed even his sense of self.

‘You’re quite patient to be able to deal with someone like Dazai, s/o. It’s admirable.’ ‘Ahh, I could never let my big brother go if he flirted with other women! You should tell him to stop it, s/o!’ the agency often commented on your romance with Dazai— after all, who’d think the man who revered death as an end of suffering would live another day for you? A mischievous boyfriend and a patient s/o, how perfect!

He’s only extending both his and your misery, and he fucking knows it. He can’t even find it in himself to care, he doesn’t have the energy to acknowledge you at all. To him, you’re just a hindrance to get past the day. At the same time though, your presence comforts Dazai— it allows him to feel like there is a worse person than him. Of course, logically, it makes no sense, but without you, Dazai ends up cockier and more secretive than he usually is.

To him, you were his only definition of love. Is love tiring? if it’s you, then it most definitely is. He’s so sick of you; the devastating beauty of you and your god awful contrast— the Kronos to your Gaia, all he did was ruin you until you broke, corrupting your mind to the brink of hysteria.

“Ah… Mr. Dazai, should we really be doing this..? I'll get fired if we are caught!” The nurse cried out. “Oh, but you’re so pent up, aren’t you?” he innocently asked. “Let me help you relax for a while.” he smiled, a genuine one.

Adultery is wrong— everyone should know that, but she was a fresh breath of air. there was no obligation to love you, there was only him in his own world.

For a moment, Dazai could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of someone slightly peeking through, fleeing and leaving the door ajar at the sight of him. “Did you forget to lock the door? we are sure to get caught if we don’t.” he looked back at the nurse before gently pushing her off of the hospital bed.

You didn’t say anything about his injury— you barely acknowledged that he was gone. Perhaps you didn’t care, or you didn’t want to know anything about it— either way, it saved him from reciting the speech he thought of while coming back.

He shouldn’t have begged you for that date— looking back, it’s honestly embarrassing how much trouble he went through. If he didn’t, he’d be a single bachelor, free to do as his heart desired.

No one is forcing him to date you, it’s stupid how scared he is, scared of losing the agency’s trust. If he broke your heart, everyone would see it as Dazai being a heartbreaker; if he manipulated you into breaking up with him, they’d still assume he did something horrible. It’s like that term— digging your own grave, was it?

As he put down his cup, he cupped your hand across the table— “I care for you, okay~?” He scrunched up his mouth and eyes into a smile. I care for you, not ‘I love you’. It was painstakingly obvious. “Thanks, ‘Samu. Remember that I’m here for you as well.” you hummed back to him, smiling back as if you were trying to convince yourself that you loved him again.

He’s so sick of you, both of you know that. but he can’t see himself with anyone but you either.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Submission:

Incoming rant about pjo movie casting titled

“YOU CASTED THE WRONG DADDARIO DAMMIT!”

(not to mention the rest of co-actors too. you’ll see what I mean)

on to what bothers me. so you know Alexandra Daddario, the one who played Annabeth; the one who, even tho in the scale of bad castings isnt as terrible as say German Diane Kruger as Heléni or that African as Heraclés it still is a bad casting which got terrible with her becoming blonde? so she has a brother, Mathew Daddario, if you’ve watched Shadowhunters you know him as Alec. I didnt realize they were related cuz they look nothing alike, and from his looks and name he seemed Italian to me, & at some point i was bored enough & annoyed about pjo enough to look up bio & yes their grandpa is Italian & the other three grandparents north Europeans, apparently he looks like him while shes mostly like the other three. So, why did I look up bio stuff? this is the Shadowhunters cast

https://m.imdb.com/title/tt4145054/fullcredits/cast?ref_=m_ttfc_3

His twin sister in the story, Isabelle, is played by Emeraude Toubia who is part Mexican -part Lebanese (grandparents from Koura (Χώρα!!) district in Lebanon! 72% Greek Orthodox!!) and his mother Maryse is played by Nicola Correia-Damude whose mom is from Guyana S. America (usa/canada melting pot gives me a headache). I always thought these three would pass nicely as Greeks. (cuz getting actual Greeks casted is όνειρο θερινής νυκτός apparently, especially for lead roles)

So look at their pictures. and look back at the casting we got for pjo, annabeth, percy, sally. Now compare this with what we COULD have gotten: Mathew Daddario as Perséa, Emeraude as Anna-María, Nicola as Stélla. and CRY.

like how difficult is it to cast people who at least can pass as Greek, even if you’re dead set against casting Greeks? i’m not even gonna start on how we’re either too “dark” or too “white” to be casted (whatever is more convenient at the time) or too whatever, but even Greek passing people is too much to ask for, we only rarely get it accidentaly. I had a quick scroll at the rest of the cast and as I remembered theres more of S.American/Italian descent who’re greek passing to pick from! Today I even found a Greek-British actress there you could gasp! cast, Alexandra Ordoli!

So yeah that was my “you casted the wrong Daddario dammit” rant. at least they were “generous” enough to let us have Greeks in some minor roles, it is about Greek mythology after all. it could’ve been so much worse like full-on “woke” casting. i havent watched the 2nd movie mind you, the first one left a bad taste in my mouth,(mostly for the reason below)

Theres WAY more to rant about pjo when it comes to culture but thats a rant for another time. I’ll just say here, afair not even riordan dared to set stories within one of their lame copies of Ancient Hellenic temples like they did in the movie so they could fully displace Hellas from the story & replace it with their own stuff. that was HORRIBLE to watch. but it trully shows what they are compared to Hellas. Lame Fake copies or stolen things which will never be theirs. 

PS2. Οχι συγνώμη δες!!!!> https://celebmafia.com/emeraude-toubia-photoshoot-for-pur-opulence-2019-1875078/

My answer:

Aaaah yes I know the actors! They would look the part, yes! Isn’t it amazing how the US movie industry avoids Mediterranean and more specifically actors of Greek descent the way Neo avoids bullets? In stories of Greek mythology? So woke, so intellectual!

[digitalgate02]

Daisuke Week 2023 • Day 1

[old doodle from Daily Daisuke Doodle project from 2021]

Day 1- The One Who Inherits Courage (episode 1)

sub prompt a) How was Daisuke’s life before meeting V-mon and making friends with the Chosen Children? 

You might know that I had headcanons for pre-02 events before, some were made before finding this track here, and some done after reading & listening to said track.

So, the first thing to notice is... Daisuke wasn't a courageous person before 02 events. This tracks with episode 1's events & Goggle Boy song. He wasn’t the kind to take risks and try to make a difference – he might not be assertive, but it was way worse than 02, in my opinion. So, he probably couldn’t do much for the others.

Did he have friends before 02 group and the older six? It doesn’t seem like he had any strong bonds with other children, besides Jun always gossiping about him about things like “my brother is not cute at all” but i don’t think this could’ve made children not talk with him. Maybe him being this too wary of mean spirited and shady people made him have issues – since Daisuke looks for people who’re more straightforward instead of someone who could later cause harm.

There’s also the fact Daisuke might be friendly but he suspects of everything around him. Possibly the kid who fears anything his mind cannot comprehend. We already know he does not like things he doesn’t understand – like ghosts – so this means it’s a bit harder to deal with it.

Was he a pain in the butt? I don’t think so either, I think Daisuke and Jun’s bickering was more because they’re too similar to each other (having delusional crushes on people, being loud, speaking for their mind… etc) to the point those strong personalities clash against each other. The Adventure Novel also had Jun gently comforting a very distressed Daisuke so… I think they weren’t always fighting each other and had a decent relationship as siblings.

I think he probably is pampered by his parents, since he’s the youngest, and they are… quite airheads. The entire Motomiya family is made of drama and dumbassery. But they can’t live without each other, or else, as Daisuke said once, “if one of us is not at home it feels something is not quite right”.

Works involving pre-02 Motomiya siblings:

Goggles' Origin -- A small 4 pages story of Daisuke telling V-mon about his childhood with his sister

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

Villains like Juri from Street Fighter and Azula from Avatar the Last Airbender are good examples of villains whose concept is about how being evil and selfish sucks. That is my own simplified way of saying that even with the terrible stuff that happened to them, with Juri getting her eye ripped out my M. Bison after her parents got murdered by him (hence why she’s nicknamed the “Evil Chun-Li”) and Azula being the 14 year old daughter of a tyrant who also abused her, manipulated her, and put a ton of pressure on her, they are still evil people.

Juri has similarities to Chun-Li and the entire point of Juri is that she is the Yin to Chun-Li’s Yang. The Moon to Chun-Li’s Sun. The red to Chun-Li’s blue, you get the idea. Juri could’ve been like Chun-Li and used her ability of Taekwondo to help people, but she chose to be selfish and only do things that benefit her. For example, her kidnapping Bosch for money in SF6’s world tour story.

Azula is also the Yin to Zuko’s Yang. Both abused by their own father Firelord Ozai, both have had pressure put on them, and both have been manipulated by their father. It really does suck for both of them. BUT, and you NEED to pay close attention to my wording here, so none of that “I ain’t reading all that” and assuming I’m being “sexist” here. Zuko CHOSE to turn his back on his father and decided to listen to his heart, mind and his Uncle Iroh and join the good guys side. Zuko CHOSE to defy his father despite what happened to him last time. Zuko CHOSE to make amends with Iroh and gave him a heartfelt apology.

Azula CHOSE to continue the cycle of tyranny. She SMILED happily when Zuko got his face burned by Ozai. She ruthlessly chased Team Avatar to the point where they all couldn’t even afford to fall asleep, again, with a sadistic smile on her face. She played mind games with Sokka by dangling his girlfriend Suki’s imprisonment above his head. She tried to kill her own brother. She tried to kill Katarra KNOWING that Zuko would try to save Katarra from her lightning.

You have every right to feel for these characters. I felt the most sad about Azula since she is significantly younger than Juri when we see the events of the series play out. And this is yet another BUT, because these two still did evil and selfish actions which has done a lot of damage. I mean, guess who’s the reason why Chun-Li retired from being a cop?

Now. Don’t get this twisted. I love both Juri and Azula as characters. They are my favorite female villains from both animation and video games respectively. I just wish that most people realize that just because bad stuff happens to a villain, doesn’t mean that they are labeled as sympathetic. Juri and Azula both did things that are so unforgivable, it doesn’t make them sympathetic.

This also applies to Albert Wesker and Reboot Vergil as well. Wesker did get abused as a child yes, but he could’ve chosen to do good in Resident Evil, but instead chose to continuously backstab, experiment on people, kill a bunch of people, and attempted genocide starting from wiping out an African and a tribe. Reboot Vergil could’ve went down the same path as Reboot Dante after taking out Mundus who killed their mother and imprisoned their father but instead chose to try and rule humanity and acted like Homelander, and I think Reboot Vergil would be an even worse ruler than Mundus with how much of a black hearted psychopath he is after Vergil’s Downfall.

When we really think about it, bad people have been raised by bad people. Such as most serial killers where we hear about their horrific childhoods. By the end of the day, they are still serial killers. Dictators like Ivan the Terrible also had crappy childhoods and were abused, but they are still dictators.

Another form of reality affecting fiction.

TL:DR: Not all villains with a sad backstory or have been mistreated, abused, manipulated, etc. are going to be sympathetic and redeemable like Prince Zuko or Trish (Devil May Cry).

Edit: Another example I forgot to include is Ruvik from The Evil Within. Dude got turned into KFC by a green eyed mob, lost his sister in the fire, abused by his father, and thrown into a machine that started everything in the events of the game. While I felt bad for him, he still chose to be a serial killer and did unethical experiments that would make Albert Wesker blush, and he has a sadistic streak to him.

[babybearsnz]

Hi 🙈 your stories are so nice ! If you ever have time could you do a cute fic again of jungkook getting a bad sneezy cold and trying to hide it, but his sneezing and sniffle and cute red nose finally give him away . It could be winter and he gets too cold from being out in the snow . You could make it him and his brothers or girl y/n and him ? Whatever is easier for you 😁

Hyung, I don’t feel well

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Yoongi, Jimin, Tae

Relationships: Platonic

Jungkook’s pov:

I woke up before my alarm, unable to breathe through my nose. My mouth and throat were drier than the Sahara. I cleared my throat as I sat up and felt the congestion in my sinuses shift. I grabbed a tissue from my bedside table and blew my nose before getting out of bed and making my way to the kitchen.

As I was walking through the hall, I felt a tickle in my nose and brought a fist up to my face. “hihNGXT! hehNGXT!” Sniffling, I continued walking.

It had snowed yesterday and Bam was super excited to play in it. Last night, I took him outside for a while. He was having so much fun, I lost track of time as we played together. And now I had a cold. Great.

I was thankful the members and I didn’t have schedules today so I could take the day to be lazy.

I was unsurprised to see Yoongi already at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. It appeared he had washed up earlier as well.

“Morning, Kookie,” he said. “What’s got you up so early?”

I shrugged. “Wasn’t tired I guess.”

Yoongi gave me a look of confusion but decided not to question me. My voice sounded a bit stuffy and I was hopeful he wouldn’t notice. It was just a cold. No big deal.

I decided I would make myself a breakfast sandwich and got started on some eggs. As I was cooking I could feel a tickle slowly forming in the back of my nose. I tried to hold it off as long as I could but with little success. “NGXTchh!” I pressed a knuckle to my nostril and sniffled.

“Bless,” Yoongi mumbled. I was a little disappointed he had heard the sneeze I had tried to suppress.

“Thanks, hyung.”

He looked up from his coffee. “You okay?”

“Too much pepper,” I lied, neglecting to verbally assure him that I was, in fact, ‘okay.’ In truth, I wasn’t. But I had felt worse before.

He nodded and went back to his drink.

After I sat down with my food, Jimin waddled in, looking happy and refreshed. I wish I could’ve said the same.

“Good morning, hyung,” he said as he rested his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around him.

Yoongi stroked Jimin’s head. “G’morning, Minnie.”

Jimin then looked up, surprised to see me. “Hey, Kook-ah,” he said and tilted his head. “Awake already?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I explained before quickly turning away. “hhNGXTchiii! KESHhieew!”

“Oh, bless,” Yoongi said while chewing his own breakfast.

Jimin chimed in, “Aw, bless you, Jungkookie.”

“Sorry, thank you,” I responded. “I inhaled some pepper when I was cooking and I think it irritated my rhinitis.”

Jimin came over to me and ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled up at him, planning to hold onto the lie for as long as possible. I wasn’t feeling completely terrible. Telling the hyungs could wait.

Yoongi’s pov:

I was beginning to get suspicious of Jungkook’s condition. He sounded congested and had been sneezing pretty often. Yes, he’s one of the sneeziest out of the members, but his sneezes sounded different today. Tired and strained. I decided I’d keep an eye on him.

Jin, Hobi, and Namjoon came into the kitchen a little while after I had finished my breakfast. “We’re going to the market,” Jin-hyung stated. “Anyone want to join us?”

Jungkook shook his head.

“I think I’ll stay,” I said.

Jimin nodded. “Me too,” he agreed. “Have fun.”

Soon after the trio had left, Taehyung walked in. He had messy hair and was rubbing his eyes. “Morning,” he yawned.

I gave him a tight hug. He looked so cute when he was sleepy, like a puppy.

“Tae-bear, wake up,” Jimin exclaimed. “Let’s play a game.”

Tae sat down. “Okay,” Jungkook and I both said.

“hihNGXT! hehNGXT! Ugh.” My head spun around when I heard two tiny sneezes from the maknae.

“Bless you, Jungkook,” I offered.

The other two members blessed him as well, but didn’t seem worried in the slightest.

“Thank you,” he sniffled.

We picked a game and played for quite some time before I realized that the amount of sniffling and sneezing coming from the youngest had slowly but surely increased.

“Are you okay, Kookie?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Hyung, I don’t feel well.”

“I thought so, buddy.” I stood up and went over to feel his forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

He leaned into my touch for comfort. “I wasn’t feeling that bad and I didn’t want anyone to worry,” he whined.

“I’ll get you some medicine,” Jimin said as he stood from his chair.

“And I’ll make some tea,” Tae stated.

Jungkook and I smiled at the kind actions of the others and I brought him to the living room to rest on the couch.

“Movie and cuddles?” I asked.

Jungkook nodded frantically and tucked his face into his elbow. “HATCHhiih!”

“Bless you,” Jimin cooed as he returned with cold medicine and a glass of water.

I pulled Jungkook over to rest his head on my shoulder. Jimin and Tae cuddled up on either side of us to start the movie.

With medicine and tea in his system, it wasn’t long before I heard congested snores coming from Jungkook. There were also some snores from Tae, the sleepy puppy.

Jimin giggled and the two of us continued the movie while the maknaes napped in our warm embraces.

[allxthingsxglxtter]

Look who just woke up- is that SAM HEUGHAN? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s NIALL O’FARRELL from CAPTAIN AMERICA (OC). I heard they are 33 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a/an A SNAKE WAITING TO STRIKE, HIDDEN RAGE, QUIET BEFORE A STORM, DEVOTED TO FAMILY, HAUNTED DREAMS impression. In Sydney they work as a/an ENFORCER They’re known to be quite OBSERVANT AND WISE, but have a tendency to be DISTANT AND VIOLENT on their bad days. 

Gender/Pronouns : 

He/Him

How long have they been in Sydney : 

Niall’s been in Sydney for two years. 

Which suburb do they live in? 

He’s got a place in Haymarket

Personality description : 

Niall is a friendly man at first meeting, charming and easy enough to talk to, but that is all he is to strangers.  Pleasantries and small talk before he moves on with his day.  He does his best to keep his distance, but if a friend can get close to him he’s very loyal and protective.  He does have a violent streak, a bloodlust of sorts that comes over him if he’s pushed too far and gets angry.  It’s in exceptional situations most of the time, or because someone he cares about has been threatened/insulted.  He’s nearly beaten people to death in his rage before, and it’s scared him so he keeps himself at a distance.  

Memories of their real life : 

Niall grew up in a large, loving but unruly Irish Protestant family.  He was loved, and they were well off enough that they didn’t have to worry for much, life full of opportunity and an open future.  He had his older brother Declan to look up to, and younger brother Ciaran, as well as his younger sisters Niamh and Aidyn.  He was always quieter than the rest, but no less protective.  He had temper tantrums when he was little, but the indicator he might have more than a small temper was when he was seven. He suddenly snapped on another older boy who said something mean about his brother, fists flying with a dark intent that could’ve ended in far worse than the battered face and bloody nose that Niall left in his wake as his father pulled him off.

He remembers that day, as well as the fear in the boy’s and his own father’s eyes as they looked at him.  His parents sternly telling him he couldn’t do things like that to others and praying over him near nightly after that for awhile.  Niall knew then there was something wrong with him, and began actively pushing that instinct down.  That need to draw blood when he was angry was something that always sat with him, and he tended to just, dig his nails into his palms and try to breathe through it.  Focus on his school or whatever was in front of him and take that rage out on himself.  

Sports was offered to him from a young age, but Niall didn’t enthusiastically participate.  He preferred reading and chose to study rather than dedicate a lot of time to sports.  Through his youth he was pretty subdued, learning to stay away from others and not attach so as not to flare up his anger or feel too strongly. and that worked for him.  Niall was very lonely, but thought it for the best, keeping to himself even as he moved on to University.    It was at University he figured out better ways to handle his issues, using sharp words or quieter attacks to take down an asshole or ruin someone’s life.  Some would say he played dirty, but making sure the person who angered him hurt in some way was better than killing them, so being more subtle helped him cope.  Niall had also discovered at school he had a knack for languages, and had taken to studying them and literature while he fully figured out what studies he wanted to commit too. He was still studying when the war started, but Niall didn’t hesitate to join up when the time came.  No one needed him to stay, so he didn’t.  

It was near the end of his training when he was approached by special intelligence, his knack for languages and quiet charm making him a good candidate for espionage work.  While Niall hated the idea of having to lie so much, he knew he could do more good here than on the front lines, so he accepted. And quickly figured out that he was good at his job.  He’d been fluent in French, German, and Arabic by the time he was recruited but added Italian to that list by the time he was put on the field.  And Niall thrived on the field, doing his best to avoid lies or hurting innocent people, but when it came to hurting those that deserved it, Niall was ready.  Torture, poison, backstabbing, none of it was off limits for him to get his job done, and he was put in increasingly dangerous situations with each successful mission.  Niall couldn’t say with confidence he was a good man anymore, and some of the things he’d done and saw were going to haunt him for the rest of his days, but that anger at the evil they were fighting fueled him forward.  If the enemy wasn’t stopped then his family would be subjected to this darkness too, and Niall wasn’t about to let that happen.  

He did know about Ciaran’s actions doing the war, the intelligence he was able to see whenever he did get a chance to return to headquarters always letting him know his younger brother was alright.  Being his usual ferocious self and Niall admired that he’d turned his violence and defiance into his own job of sorts.  And was glad his brother had a squad to fight with, Niall’s loneliness only amplified in the dangerous setting.  He could only send short, rare messages home and none of it really meaningful outside of messages about loving them and hoping the war was done soon.  

Niall did somehow make a friend, Michael Carter, a fellow spy that he was able to get somewhat close to.  He was a Brit, which normally would’ve been enough for Niall to just tease him and move on, but they crossed paths more than once, and it was nice to talk to someone who understood what this line of work was like.   He was understandably devastated when he found out the other man had died, Niall nearly hitting the man who told him but he reigned it back just in time.    His loneliness just grew, the one connection he had now gone, and the war seemingly endless.  

Niall nearly got himself captured soon after, the man hauled in for questioning in the Austrian town he’d found himself in.  It was hours of beatings and torture, but he held his own, not giving up any info and giving a good enough performance that the officer’s who’d taken him released him with some apology, Niall finding himself somehow free and mostly okay, but his higher ups realized he needed ot be pulled back.  Niall had just received the notice to come back to work off the field when he was suddenly in Sydney with no idea what happened.  

What was their fake life like : 

TBD

Hobbies: 

Learning new languages

Constant exercise

Reading

Quote:  

“If I don’t own my anger I can be certain that it will own me.”

[skylarsblue]

Bo Oneshot; Optimism

Content Warning(s): None

(I’m not sure why I can only produce little tidbits of inspiration. I’d much prefer if it could stay long enough for me to fill requests…anyway, I’m back on my simping. Enjoy.)

Bo wasn’t sure how the day could’ve gotten worse. The one time he decided to leave town, try and have a good time, things just decided to screw him over.

First, it had been his truck tire deciding it didn’t want to bother. He spent at least an hour just looking for a match, even though he swore he had plenty tires that fit over the rims. But, that was fine, a mild set back. Sure it lost a chunk of time but it wasn’t too bad. Then, because of course, traffic was a nightmare. Despite the timing. There was no supposed rush! He felt his blood boil when he passed the reason for it taking so long, a car crashed on the opposite lane. It wasn’t even a bad crash, not one he’d imagine as fatal by any means. Sure, one of the cars had it’s entire back bumper crushed, but no damage occurred to either car’s cabins, the people inside would’ve been fine.

He grew more upset when two places he wanted to go decided to be closed, on that day of all days. It wasn’t a set day either. Just spontaneously choosing that they couldn’t be open. And after all that, with the sun setting early, leaving little time left? Rain. And a lot of it. Bo was both fuming and admittedly embarrassed. The reason he’d left Ambrose to begin with was you. Maybe it was more Lester’s idea, mentioning that Bo had never really taken you on a proper date, despite now being together for three years. Four, if you counted the “hostage” time period. Lester had good intentions. Though mentioning this oversight to Bo made the man feel inadequate as a partner, he already felt he was a terrible man to love. You’d done so much for him and his brothers, despite his distrust, long laying anger issues, even the murder. He’d grown to feel comfortable admitting he loved you, at least a little, but he’d never taken you out.

Finally, he decided to ask if you wanted to head up to the town over. Ambrose was lovely, but it was still a ghost town. Covered in cobwebs and dust. Not to mention how familiar you’d become with the town. Surely, you’d want something new. Bo felt his assumption was accurate based on how you lit up at the offer. You’d been excited for it since he told you, went out of your way to dress up even. It pulled at Bo’s heart strings more than he’d like to acknowledge. So, naturally, when everything started going wrong, he felt angry & ashamed. All he had to do was give you a simple, nice day. Yet he couldn’t even manage that? It made him feel like…well, to put it simply, a failure.

Now, here you two were, after finally finding a place to eat, getting drenched in rain. Because he couldn’t find a parking spot closer to the building. The sky was dark and the only light was from diner sign. He ground his teeth together as his mind ran with negativity. Bo was never an optimist, more a pessimistic realist. He was certain you would never enjoy a day like this. So, he’d messed up, and you’d be judging him for it. It caught him off guard when he heard a clap of a shoe meeting water beside him. Bo looked over at you, seeing you smile to yourself, hopping to another puddle with a small laugh. The brunet furrowed his brow as he watched you jump from each little pond of water, grinning when you came across one large and deep enough to submerge your feet completely.

Bo rose an eyebrow at how your grin grew mischievous. He huffed quietly. “Don’t you dare.” He warned, right before you snickered and jumped, using both shoes to send water flying at him. It didn’t make any difference. You both were already beyond soaked in rain water. Bo scoffed as you laughed. “What’re you so happy ‘bout?” He asked. You managed to tilt your head at him. “What’s there not to be happy about?” You questioned. Bo looked at you in utter confusion, like you were spouting off about a magical journey in a place called Wonderland. “Doll, this day has been a mess. My tire, traffic, parkin’ even. You’re over here gigglin’ and smilin’ when I couldn’t get one date right.” The man relayed.

You huffed and placed your hands on your hips. “Did I ever say I wasn’t having a good time?” You poked his chest. “The only thing I cared about today was spending time with you, and I got what I wanted.” Your admission struck at his soul, catching him off guard and vulnerable. “Baby, we’re drenched in rain.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the puddle, much to his dismay. But he couldn’t help but feel his previous irritation melt down when you laughed at his frustrated face. You jumped in the puddle again. “What, don’t tell me you’re scared of a little sky water!” You were so energetic despite everything he swore had gone wrong that day. Bo had been certain you’d hated this day, but he’d been so focused on everything negative, he’d forgot to even ask you. Now he stood alone with you. Under storm clouds, cold but with his heart warm. He chewed on the inside of his cheek before sighing, letting himself smile.

You made a noise when he took your hand before squeaking in surprise when he pulled you to him. With one hand on your waist, the other intertwined with your own, he gave you a look. You gasped and began to laugh cheerfully as he made you both dance, forcing his accent to be thicker as he sang out a country song from the radio. You’d poked gentle fun at his accent before, and while he used to hate it, he grew to enjoy making you smile by making it more pronounced. Even if he sounded like a total hick when he did it.

Bo let himself grin as he stepped through puddles, carefully spinning you. His clothes stuck to his skin uncomfortably and he’d be freezing when he finally let his brain catch up to being covered in water, but for the time being he enjoyed the moment. Hearing your laugh over the patter of raindrops, and seeing your gaze full of adoration he still figured he didn’t deserve. Unknown to the onlookers from the diner. An old waitress cooed over the sight while the man she serves rambles on about young love.

It came to an end when a loud crack of lightning and thunder rang out overhead. So loud it shook the surroundings and made you both jump. You looked at him with wide eyes before busting up into a fit of giggles again, and this time, he joined you. It wasn’t very often Bo let out genuine laughter, usually it was just an amused huff or chuckle. “Okay, maybe that’s our cue.” You admitted. “Think God’s tellin’ us to hightail it before the highway floods.” Bo agreed. He glanced down at you before hoisting you up over his shoulder. Of course, you gasped and playfully smacked his back at the action. “You jerk!” You exclaimed joyously, squeaking when he patted your ass. “Perv.” You mumbled, making him chuckle.

Maybe that day hadn’t gone as planned. And maybe he was still a little annoyed that his truck was now covered in water from your clothes. But, as disgustingly cliché as it sounded, seeing you smile brought him back to earth. Grounded him positively, utterly addicting. He felt pathetically vulnerable, but, at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Bo swallowed as he felt you kiss his cheekbone, leaning against his wet shoulder. “We should do this again. Thank you, Bo.” You hummed. Bo chewed on the inside of his cheek as his heart stuttered.

“Anythin’ for you, doll.”

[beels-burger-babe]

Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back.  But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible.  Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk.  A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head.  “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.” 

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head.  There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon.  “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.”  The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.”  You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one.  “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.”  He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?”  You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.” 

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?”  Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.”  The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?”  That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong.  You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.”  Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.”  ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain.  Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom.  At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left.  It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home.  So yeah, the brothers were very concerned.  Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once.  Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by.  Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells.  Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself.  Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into.  And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited.  Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door.  “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game.  “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.”  Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?”  Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?”  Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?”  You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.”  The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder.  You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.”  “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?”  You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!”  Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.”  Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face.  You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”  Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug.  You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back.  What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck.  “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands.  You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!”  “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.”  “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!”  Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.”  Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.”  Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.”  You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.

[contentconsumer]

the situationship

a/n: first druig request! sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, i haven’t proof read this! GIF not mine!

word count: 1,127

requested?: yes! ‘ Could you write a Druig request where he and the reader are in the between friends and lovers stage and the reader is Tony Stark's younger sister so the other Eternals (other than Makkari because they've already met) are subjected to their flirting/obvious feelings for each other when he brings the other Eternals to her to use Avenger resources? Thank you!’

pairing: druig X f!reader

summary: you and druig knew each other comfortably, but neither of you wanted to take the final push from friends to lovers, until druig felt he couldn’t leave again without saying anything

The eternals marched up the hill to the Avengers compound, with an eager Druig leading them. “How come he’s so excited?” Sprite signs to Makkari, who raises her eyebrows and replies, “He gets to see Y/N” “Who’s Y/N?” “You’ll find out.”

In the compound, you were sat in your lab, examining some results from a test you conducted earlier - this was until your older brother rudely interrupted you, making himself comfortable leaning on a spare chair and eating your snacks, “Comfy?” You muse, “Getting there, also your boyfriend is here.” Your ears prick up to the label instantly knowing he means Druig, “Tony he;s not my boyfriend.” You blush slightly, “My bad,” Tony points with a spoonful of your ice cream, “Your situationship is here.” He laughs just as the elevator opens to reveal not just your ‘situationship’ but the rest of the eternals, all but one you haven’t met.

“Y/N! My gorgeous.” Druig grins, “Well if it isn’t my favourite immortal.” You quip back, reaching him and falling into his open arms with a tight embrace. After your hug he pulls you back by the shoulders with a stern look on his face, “What have you done now?” You groan, “Me?” He feigned shock, “I would never do anything that would cause an inconvenience, buttt” He drags out, “They might.” He nudges his thumb in the direction of the others, who are still standing in the elevator all wearing the same shocked expression, apart from Makkari who waves excitedly before shoving Sersi out the way to give you a hug. “Hiya Makkari” You laugh as you’re squished by her hug. “Hello, Druig.” Your brother alerts his presence, “Y’alright Tony?” Druig makes comfortable conversation, despite how much grief Tony gives you about your relationship with Druig, he likes to see you happy and it could be worse, you could be flirting with Bucky.

“So Druig,” A new voice cuts through the conversations you were sharing, “Are you gonna introduce us to your…?” “Friend.” You answer, “Hi, I’m Y/N and you guys are?” One by one you receive introductions from the eternals as you try and pretend you didn’t know who they are.

A few hours passed and it’s safe to say the eternals had now become as sick at your constant flirting with Druig as the Avengers previously had. “Are they always like this?” Ikaras asks Makkari, “Yeah, it's kinda cute” Makkari signs, “Cute? More like uncomfortable” He mumbles observing Druig knock your elbow from beneath you and laughing as your head almost hits the desk. “Dru, I swear to god” You threaten but a smile graces your lips, “Interesting you choose to swear to me.” The thick irish accent shoots bad almost immediately.

“I can’t take much more of this.” Sprite complains to Sersi, who follows her eyeline to the pair in front of her, granted Sersi wasn’t expecting Druig to know you and thought maybe he was in such a rush to get here because he was excited to use the Avenger resources but nonetheless she found it warming to see a softer side to Druig, one he definitely saves for you, she doesn’t reply to Sprite but just shares a knowing smile, observing you. “Think fast, pretty boy!” You laugh throwing a pencil at Druig who fails to catch it and simply lets you laugh at him. Truth be told, he could’ve caught the pencil flying at his head but he didn’t want to be the one who ruined your fun and he definitely didn’t want to be responsible for not hearing you laugh.

“She did say they were friends and only friends right?” Thena warily questions, stood between Gildamesh and Phatos, “Yep, that’s what she said.” Pathos replies, “But how? I mean I don’t even speak to you that nicely and we’ve been together for eons.” Thena gestures to Gildamesh who answers, “I have no idea. Do they not realise they’re in love?” You can feel all three of the eternals stare at you but you’re too caught up working with Druig, having him stood directly behind you his hand ghosting yours, working on the same equation, you hope he can’t feel how your heart speeds up but he’s thinking the same.

After a few days at the Avengers compound, the eternals have made pretty good friends with your team and easily bonded over the uncertainty of you and Druig. Ikiarus quickly learnt Natasha was as sick as he was at your relentless flirting as were most of the Avengers, who tried to convince you continuously to make a move on the dark haired man, but you refused telling them you were content with your ‘situationship’ which is also a new word the eternals had learnt while being at the compound as it was thrown around regularly.

You and Druig faced the sunset, your eyes shining and reflecting all the pinks and oranges the sky was painted, leaning against the balcony. “So you’re gonna go again?” You ask Druig, looking up to him through your eyelashes, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of how beautiful you looked, “Suppose so” He let out a deep breath, not wanting to leave you again, “I’ll be back though m’love. I always come back to you.” “You better, I can’t live here forever without the promise of seeing you.” You ruffle his hair and lean on his shoulder, sweet promises and hard goodbyes getting ready to be passed between you two. “Y’know they’re saying we’re in a ‘situationship’” You use your fingers to airquote the label you had gained from your friends, Druigs chest shakes with a laugh as he answers, “Yeah” he smiles, “I know.” Druig looks down at you to find your gaze still on the horizon, and he decides to push his pride and fear of rejections because god he can’t keep going on without having you as his. “Do you want more?” His question shocks you and brings a pink hue to your cheeks, “What?” “Do you want us to like be together, in a relationship?” The air feels hot and sticky as you face the immortal before you, searching his eyes for the correct answer but finding nothing, “Yeah, I suppose” You whisper, suddenly aware of how close you stood to the mind reader, “Good.” Is all he replies, “Otherwise this might have been really awkward.” He pulls you close, pressing his lips against yours, spilling all his feelings into the kiss. After you pull away, you’re both out of breath and grinning, foreheads pressed together, so caught up in your own world you barely hear the cheers from the inside, both your heads shoot to the direction of the door to find your families cheering you on.

[skiller0dani]

Pogue on Pogue | JJ Maybank

M A S T E R L I S T Outer Banks Masterlist

smut requests info w.c | 8.9k summary | you and jj are together, despite both being pogues. You knew you’d have to hide your relationship from the rest of the pogues, and what makes it worse? John B is your twin brother.

The bonfire was lit, the stars were out, there were stolen kook beers, and yet you still didn’t feel like partying. You knew sooner or later Kiara or Pope would come bother you about it, and that your twin brother, John B, would call you a drag. The night air had a slight chill to it, but that didn’t stop drunk college kids on their Spring break from jumping into the ocean. You sat on the porch of the Chateau, a beer in your palm. Luckily nobody bothered you, seeing as only the pogues are allowed inside the Chateau. Your eyes settled on your boyfriend, who was currently talking to a group of slightly drunk female tourists. You knew he was trying to keep up appearances, the rest of the pogues didn’t know you and JJ were together. If they saw him blow off hot girls, they’d definitely know something was up. So as much as it stung to do so, you gave him the okay to flirt with them a little. You knew JJ wasn’t doing anything wrong, he was doing what you told him to. But you can guess that those tourists aren’t virgins, and would totally be down to fuck JJ. You however are a virgin, and somehow JJ has lasted 4 weeks without sex. You can’t help but feel insecure about the fact that your boyfriend is used to getting sex whenever he wants, and now because of you he can’t. You feel like his ‘ball and chain’ so to speak. Despite him reassuring you that he’s fine with waiting for you, it still eats at you. Especially when you see him flirting with other girls, is he thinking about having sex with them?

“What’s up with you? You’ve been weird all night.” Kiara said as she sat on the porch steps next to you. You were bracing for when one of them would come talk to you. You smiled with a shrug.

“Not in the party mood I guess.” You say dismissively, and you know instantly that she doesn’t buy it for a second. One glance and Kiara knows that something is really bothering you, and you wished you could tell her about it. But she would tell John B, and then John would punch JJ. You don’t want to come in between their friendship, and you know your brother won’t be okay with you and JJ.

“Liar.” Is all she says, leaning back with a raised brow. You lift your beer to your lips, avoiding eye contact.

“You think JJ’s gonna score tonight?” Kiara asks, a teasing tone to her voice. Before you and JJ got together, everyone would make bets on whether or not JJ would get laid that night.

“I bet he will.” She says again, laughing lightly at herself. When she doesn’t hear you laughing with her, she turns her gaze towards you. It’s silly, but you feel your heart constricting in your chest. If JJ had it his way he would probably screw one of those stupid girls pushing their cleavage out so he’ll look. He probably has.

“I bet he won’t.” You say finally, trying to keep the emotion out of your voice. You don’t risk sparing a glance at her just in case she’s looking at you. One look in your teary eyes and she’ll know immediately. You watch with burning eyes as the girl to JJ’s left leans in closer to press her lips against his neck. Feeling emotion swell in your chest you stand from the porch step.

“Don’t feel good, gonna lay down.” Is all you manage before the first tear falls and you’re pushing into the Chateau. Moments after the door shuts, JJ is gently pushing the girl off of him with a nervous chuckle, his eyes briefly catching Kiara’s. Her eyebrows furrow, why would JJ turn her down? Glancing back to where you were previously sat, it clicks. Kiara’s eyes widen, you and JJ are so dating. Kiara stands with a triumphant smile on her face as she takes the empty seat left by the girl JJ rejected.

“Could’ve sworn you were gonna bone her JJ.” Kiara says casually, and JJ shifts uncomfortably.

“Not the right mood I guess.” He laughs nervously, fixing his hat.

“Why? Afraid of upsetting your girlfriend?” Kiara says it so casually and so quickly that JJ doesn’t really think about it until after the fateful words leave his mouth.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“So you do have a girlfriend! Who is it?” Kiara whispers excitedly, leaning closer to JJ.

“Nobody, I don’t have one Kie.” JJ says, backtracking immediately. But the look in Kiara’s face tells JJ it’s too late for that. Shit.

“Is it Y/N?” Her eyes read JJ’s face intently, trying to find any sort of giveaway because she knows JJ isn’t going to budge on this subject. Normally JJ is pretty forthcoming with information, sometimes sharing details the other pogues do not want to hear, but he’s being pretty tight-lipped about this.

“No! Of course not!” JJ says too quickly, his voice also having raised an octave. Kiara tries to hide her smirk and leans back towards the fire, a casual look on her face.

“Well I hope not, because Y/N is inside the Chateau crying.”

“What? Why?” JJ’s head snaps up to look into the Chateau, ignoring the victorious look on Kiara’s face. He knows going inside will give you guys away, at least to Kiara. So he sits there, in front of that fire, for all of 5 minutes before he’s standing from the log he’s sat on. He can’t get it out of his head, you’re crying. Why are you crying? Did he do something wrong? Did he take the flirting too far? He was only doing it a little, just like you said. The anxiety turning in his gut is enough for him to take off his hat to run his fingers nervously through his hair.

“I knew it!” Kiara says victoriously, JJ rolls his eyes.

“Shut up Kie, and don’t tell John B!” He calls over his shoulder as he skips up the Chateau steps. Sure enough, as soon as he passes the threshold of the front door he can hear soft crying coming from one of the bedrooms. JJ wrings his hands together, he’s never really been in a relationship before and he’s terrified of fucking it up.

“Baby? You in here?” JJ asks softly, leaning against the wall next to your bedroom door. He hears the crying stop and it feels like his heart is breaking. You slowly open the door and the sight of your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes has him cupping your cheeks.

“What’s the matter?” His voice is soft and concerned, it brings a new wave of tears to your eyes. You press yourself into his chest, your arms wrapping around his torso as you hear him kick the door shut with his foot. JJ sits on your bed, pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands are still cupping your cheeks and you see concern in his eyes.

“Baby please talk to me, if I did something wrong just tell me.” JJ nearly pleads, and you shake your head, your hands falling to his shoulders.

“Doesn’t it bother you that I’m not ready to have sex?” You asked, your voice shaky. JJ swiped away a falling tear with his thumb before shaking his head.

“No baby it doesn’t. I want to wait for you, you’re the girl of my dreams. I’ve had it bad for you for as long as I can remember. Now I finally have you, and I’m willing to wait as long as it takes.” JJ says, looking directly into your eyes.

“But you’re used to having sex regularly JJ, I feel like an ankle weight-”

“No Y/N. What are you even saying? You’re not my ankle weight. I am used to having sex regularly, but with people I don’t really care about. You satisfy me in a way they never can, I will wait for you because I want to wait for you.” JJ says again, a serious look in his eyes as his hands force you to look at him.

“Do you think about doing it...with other girls?” You can’t help but ask him, even though you know what he’s going to say. You just need to hear him say it.

“Never, and I never will.” JJ says firmly, his hands rubbing circles onto your lower back. You nod, feeling your heart rate calm and the tears come to a stop. You feel JJ wind his arms around your waist, pulling you flush with him. Your fingers brush through his hair, and you feel him smile against your tummy. JJ tries not to feel disheartened when you doubt his dedication to you so often, but at the same time he can’t really blame you. The entire time you’ve known JJ, you’ve never seen him commit to anybody. But that’s because he’s never wanted to commit to anyone, until he started dating you. You want to have sex with JJ, but you have no idea what’s holding you back. Maybe you should just start slow, really slow.

“JJ?” You take a step back from him, his hands falling away from your hips. He turns his gaze up to you, watching you curiously as you turn your bedside lamp on. You reach for the hem of your shirt, feeling your heart practically pounding in your throat as you pull it up and over your head. JJ’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you in your bra.

“What’re you doing baby? I-I’m okay with waiting.” His voice is distracted, and he can’t tear his eyes off your chest.

“I know, and I’ll be ready soon. First I-I want you to see me. So I can just get it over with.” Your cheeks are heated as you stand shirtless before him. From the way JJ’s eyes are drinking in any exposed skin, you feel like you’re naked when you’ve only taken off your shirt. JJ nods, leaning back against his palms.

“O-Okay.” He swallows thickly, doing his best to stay composed. You’re just so damn beautiful. You reach for your shorts, quickly pushing them down your legs leaving you in your underwear and bra before him. JJ sucks in a heavy breath, his eyes tailing down your hips to your legs. JJ curses himself when he feels a certain appendage hardening in his shorts, now is not the time. He doesn't want to scare you away. You trust JJ with your life, I mean he literally shielded you from gunshots with his body. You couldn’t imagine doing this for anybody else, you can’t imagine losing your virginity to anybody else. It’s always been JJ.

“You’re beautiful baby.” JJ breathes when he notices your hesitation. You feel some of the nerves leave you then, but you still feel like you could faint at any moment. You close your eyes to steel your nerves as you reach back to unclip your bra and let it fall to the floor. When JJ groans softly you feel your entire body heat up and a jolt go straight between your legs. JJ almost can’t believe how lucky he is, every inch of you is absolutely stunning.

“God, your tits are perfect baby.” JJ groans, his pupils blown wide as he lets his eyes drink in the newly exposed skin. Gradually, JJ’s shorts are growing tighter and tighter- it’s getting hard to stay composed. You’re driving him to the brink of insanity, you really expect him to watch you strip naked in front of him and do nothing about it? He’s definitely gonna have to rub one out in the shower after this. You smile shyly as your cheeks burn red at his words of praise. You feel your palms shaking as you hook your fingers into your underwear. After this last piece of clothing, you’ll be completely naked in front of JJ.

“It’s alright baby, just take your time.” JJ says, his voice soft and reassuring. You feel your heart racing faster and faster, that’s when JJ’s hands cover yours.

“Do you want me to? I mean cause I can, if that’ll be easier.” JJ says and you nod instantly, you want to show him all of you but you can’t seem to stop shaking. If it was left up to you, you’d spend the rest of the night contemplating it. You step forward into JJ’s open arms, your eyes squeeze shut when you feel him begin to slide your panties down your legs. By now, JJ has a heartbeat in his pants, and he’s so hard it’s becoming sort of painful. He’s not bashful about his hard on though, it’s not the first time you’ll have caught him with one. JJ takes a deep breath to try and hold onto his last shred of sanity as he helps you carefully step out of your panties so he can toss them aside. His eyes meet yours to send you a little wink before his eyes start to trail south. Your trembling palms are holding tightly onto his shoulders, nobody has ever seen you naked before. Except for Kiara once on accident, but that was just Kie. No boy has ever seen you naked. Ever. When JJ’s eyes land on your pussy, he feels that last bit of sanity ooze out his ears and disappear. Everything about your body is so perfect and JJ can’t help the growl that escapes his lips upon seeing you completely naked for the first time. Sneakily, he also steals a glance at that perfect ass of yours without you knowing.

“Shit baby you’re killin me.” JJ groans, his hands on your hips as he gently pushes you to take a step back. You feel like your entire body is on fire when JJ looks at you, and you suddenly have no idea what you were so scared of. Clearly JJ thinks your body is beautiful, he’s said so. JJ’s eyes can’t stop trailing up and down your body, and he can’t decide what his favorite part is. Your perfect tits? Round ass? Or that beautiful pussy between your legs? JJ turns his gaze back up to meet yours, a small smile on his face. He reaches up to gently grasp at the back of your neck to tug you down for a kiss. His lips meet yours softly, moving slowly against your own.

“You’ve seen me...I wanna see you.” You mumble against his lips and you feel his breath catch in his throat. Sure, girls have seen JJ naked before but never in such an intimate setting. This is far more romantic than any other sexual encounter he’s had, and you guys aren’t even doing anything sexual. JJ presses another firm kiss to your lips before he’s standing from the bed, kicking his shoes off.

“Well? Sit your sexy little ass down.” JJ instructs, pointing at the bed. You blush with a giggle as you do what he says. You settle down on the bed where he just was, slowly feeling more comfortable being naked in his presence. God you love this man. The thought enters your mind before you can stop it. Your eyes widen, are you in love with JJ? You watch with excited eyes as JJ pulls his socks off, and you can’t help but giggle when his hand comes up to stop himself from falling over. JJ starts off easy, pulling his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times. It’s when he reaches for the button of his shorts that you swallow a thick lump in your throat. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say JJ looks nervous. You feel excitement buzzing in your body when JJ unbuttons his shorts and kicks them off leaving him standing before you in his black boxer briefs.

“Are you ready? I don’t think you are.” JJ teases, earning himself a shy laugh from you. You’re so cute that JJ isn’t sure what to do with himself sometimes. Sending you one final wink and JJ is yanking his boxer briefs down, his erection bobbing up. JJ releases a soft sigh of relief as his cock is released, it was becoming pretty damn painful. Your eyes widen and you can’t look anywhere other than at his dick, which is way bigger than you were expecting. You see the blush dusting across his cheeks, and you swallow a lump in your throat.

“Holy shit.” Is all you can bring yourself to choke out, earning a smug smirk from JJ. In all honesty, JJ feels a little more exposed then he was expecting to. Every time he’s been naked in front of a girl, it’s because they were about to have sex. But never has he been naked solely for a girl to see him naked. It’s intimidating. JJ feels his cock throb when his eyes trail down your naked body again, he’s not going to last much longer. Blowing out a breath, JJ stoops down to grab your clothes, but he doesn’t miss the hurt flash in your eyes.

“Baby as much as I would love to admire your naked body for the rest of the night, I can’t hold myself back for much longer. So before I jizz in my pants can you please put some clothes back on?” JJ says, his voice strained. You can’t help the laugh as it bubbles up from your chest, reaching down to start putting your clothes back on. After your panties and bra have been slid back on, you steal another look at JJ who is just about to pull his boxers back up his legs. JJ has been incredibly sweet these last few weeks, he’s never pressured you to have sex with him and has been nothing but understanding and patient with you even though not having sex is hard for him. You want to repay him for how amazing he’s treated you, how perfect of a boyfriend he’s been.

“JJ? W-wait.” You stammer, reaching to grab his hand. JJ’s eyebrows raise as you push him to sit down on the bed before kneeling between his legs. Now the new view JJ has been blessed to see has him clenching his fists, you on your knees before him is almost too much for him.

“What are d-doing babe?” JJ tries to keep his voice from breaking, but when you slowly inch closer to his cock his voice catches in his throat.

“I-I wanted to thank you for being the best boyfriend I could have asked for. You’ve never made me feel bad about wanting to wait.”

“Baby I’d never pressure you to do something you didn’t want to. So you do not have to do this, I’m okay baby really.” JJ reassures you quickly, he doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to pleasure him just because he’s hard. His dick has a complete mind of it’s own and JJ can’t control when it gets hard.

“I want to, really I do!” You say instantly and JJ swallows thickly before he nods. He leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips before he’s leaning back up again.

“Have you ever done this before?” JJ asks, he knows you’re a virgin but that doesn’t mean you haven’t done other stuff. He’s silently praying you say no because if you say yes, he’s going to ask who and then he’s going to go beat the shit out of him. Only JJ gets to see you this way.

“N-no.” You stammer and JJ releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Thank God. I didn’t feel like beating someone to a pulp today.” He says, releasing a comically large breath. You laugh before playfully slapping his chest, JJ always knows how to make you feel safe and comfortable at all times. You have no idea how he does that. You place one dainty hand on his thigh, and JJ can practically taste the hesitancy coming from you.

“It’s easy baby, just go slow and don’t bite me.” JJ says soothingly, and you nod before scooting forward to take his cock in your hand. JJ hisses softly when you jerk him once, your eyes snapping up when you hear a low groan come from his chest. You lean forward to drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, and JJ moans softly. The sound sends waves of pleasure between your legs. You see a bead of precum at the tip and gently you swipe your thumb over it and JJ groans again.

“Doin’ good baby.” JJ praises, stroking a hand across your cheek. While his tone may be soft and gentle, the look in his eyes is less so. The lust in his gaze is enough to send heat all through your body, the way he’s looking at you is making you throb. You nervously lean up to take his cock into your mouth, and you suckle on the tip. JJ groans desperately, his head falling back as your tongue licks the underside of his head. This has to be the best damn blowjob he’s ever received. You slowly take his cock further into your mouth, your lips stretching wide around him. Your hand comes up to grab whatever you can’t fit in your mouth and JJ moans loudly.

“God damn baby, you sure you’ve never done this? You’re a fuckin’ natural.” JJ groans, his hands curling around the sheets of your bed. You continue to slide down as far as you can before you feel JJ harshly pulling on your hair. He pulls your head back and then gently pushes you back down before you get the hang of it. You bob your head on his cock, and when you look back up you see that JJ is nearly panting. Your slow pace is the most wonderful torture, you’re slowly edging him to orgasm.

“Fuck you look so beautiful on your knees.” JJ growls, his head tipping back up so he can look at you again. You look up at him through your lashes and JJ groans, his hand stroking your cheek again. You can tell he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, so when you accidentally hollow your cheeks you see his eyes flutter shut. So you do it again. JJ reaches down to yank your hand up and instantly you massage his balls in your hand, and soon JJ is squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

“Holy shit baby do not stop please.” JJ pleads, allowing himself to fall back against the bed as you tongue the underside of his cock again. You jerk with your hand what you can’t fit in your mouth and watching JJ slowly unravel above you brings you some form of sadistic happiness. Soon one of JJ’s shaky hands lands on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum baby, y-you sure you can take it all in your mouth?” He asks, his eyes looking desperate for relief. You nod instantly, you crave to feel him cum in your mouth. You continue to quickly suck him off, taking him as far into your mouth as you can before you feel one of JJ’s hands hold your head in place on his cock. You feel his body shudder before JJ is cumming in hot spurts down your throat and by the time you pull off of him, your thighs are slick with your arousal.

“Fuck baby.” JJ sighs happily, reaching down to pull you up and onto the bed next to him. His eyes are half lidded as he looks over at you, a happy smile spread across his face. You suddenly feel kind of shy even though you just had his cock in your mouth like 2 minutes ago. He leans up on his elbows and presses a kiss to your forehead before standing to find his clothes.

“You’re leaving?” You can’t hide the disappointment in your voice.

“Just to the living room baby. I’m so fucking tired and John B will kill me if he sees me in here with you.” JJ laughs nervously and as much as you hate it, he’s right. John B would probably punch JJ if he caught him in here with you. You feel a strange sense of pride upon realizing it was you that wore JJ out. You smile as he leans down to press a long hard kiss to your lips. JJ sends you a wink before checking that the coast is clear so he can slip out into the hallway.

//

“John B is going to kill JJ, you know that right?” Pope said as you made your way to the HMS Pogue, where your brother was patching a hole in the bottom. You forced Pope to accompany you as you told John B about you and JJ, just in case he went after JJ. You nearly had to tie your boyfriend up to prevent him from joining you, and while you love that he wants to be here- it’s safer for him if he isn’t.

“No, because you won’t let him. Right?” You ask, turning to look at Pope with an eyebrow raised. Pope sighed, he knew this was a bad idea. A really bad idea, but luckily you managed to convince JJ to stay in the Chateau. You seemed to be the only person who could tame JJ, and the only person who could talk sense into him.

“Right.” Pope agrees as you two finally stop behind John B, who is crouched in the HMS Pogue. You swallow a nervous lump in your throat, only opening your mouth to speak when Pope encouragingly elbows you.

“Heya Johnny.” You say happily, using a nickname John B only lets you use. John B turns with a suspicious glint in his eyes, that feeling only being confirmed further when he sees Pope standing next to you.

“What is it?” He asks, and you know there’s no point in delaying the inevitable.

“There’s something I should probably tell you.” You sigh, sitting on the edge of the boat next to him. John B leans back from you, almost as if he’s bracing for whatever you’re about to say. His eyes flicker to Pope again.

“I swear to God if you got my sister pregnant-”

“Ew no! Pope is just here for...protection.” You say carefully, watching confusion dawn on John B’s face. Pope’s face scrunches up.

“Protection? You scared of me?” You see genuine concern in his eyes so you quickly shake your head.

“No! No of course not, just ignore him. You’ll understand why he’s here soon.” You say, mumbling the last part. John B sits, patiently waiting for you to say whatever you need to say.

“JJ and I… we’re dating-”

“I knew it. JJ is fucking dead.” John B snaps, already standing from the boat. Luckily you brought Pope with you because almost immediately Pope is placing his palms on John B’s chest.

“Stop and listen.” He says forcefully, shoving John B backwards lightly. Begrudgingly, John B sits back down next to you.

“You’re not allowed to be mad at JJ.” You say, watching as John B refuses to meet your eye. He is mad, and that’s completely unfair.

“He’s macking my sister. Not cool.” John B snaps, and you roll your eyes.

“I made the first move! You’re not allowed to be a jerk about this Johnny. I really care about JJ.” You say sincerely, finally drawing John B’s eyes to yours.

“Y/N, JJ is my best friend and I love him but it’s not you I’m worried about. I know you like JJ, and I know you’ll stay committed to him. I just don’t know if you can trust him not to break your heart. I don’t know if JJ will stay committed to you.” He says firmly, looking into your eyes. You know John B thinks JJ is going to cheat on you, but you don’t believe that for a second.

“He will, he cares about me Johnny.” You insist and John B rubs a hand down his face. John B knows that deep down JJ does care about you, and that he has every intention of being loyal to you. But at the end of the day he knows JJ, and he knows eventually JJ is bound to fuck up and make a really big mistake. One you won’t be able to forgive, and then what happens to the pogues when that happens? This is why there’s no pogue on pogue macking.

“Let me talk to JJ.” John B says, and you share a nervous look with Pope.

“Only if Pope is there to make sure you don’t punch him.” You say, crossing your arms firmly. After a moment of thinking, John B nods.

“Alright fine.” You watch the two of them stand and make their way into the Chateau, and you can only hope you don’t hear yelling soon.

“Hey John B.” JJ says nervously, throwing on a smile at the end once he sees John B come in through the front door. John B says nothing as he sits at the kitchen table, and he gestures to the chair next to him. JJ hesitantly lowers himself into the chair, watching with nervous eyes as Pope hovers behind John B. Just in case he lunges at JJ.

“My sister JJ?” John B groans after a few minutes of tense silence. JJ licks his lips nervously, keeping his eyes off John B.

“I swear it happened out of nowhere!” JJ says instantly, bracing for the moment that John B decides to take a swing at him.

“I promise I’m not going to hurt her.” JJ says after John B doesn’t say anything, and John B lifts his eyes to meet JJ’s.

“She really cares about you JJ. I’m not kidding, she’s really serious about you.” John B says, looking directly into JJ’s eyes. JJ can’t fight the small smile as it stretches across his face, you’re serious about him?

“She is?” He asks, and it’s just now that John B sees the genuine joy on JJ’s face.

“Yeah man, I could see it when she told me. She will be devastated if you screw this up, you’ll mess her up JJ.” John B snaps, wanting more than anything to protect you from getting hurt. That’s why he told you not to ever date JJ, and yet here we are.

“I’m not going to screw this up John B, I would never hurt her. I’m just as serious about her as she is about me.” JJ snaps, feeling frustrating bubbling in his chest.

“Good.” John B says, standing from the table. The tense look has left his face, but he still doesn’t look very happy.

“Oh and JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell me if you sleep with Y/N, I don’t want to know.” He says, wincing uncomfortably. JJ gives him a thumbs up, not looking back as John B exits the Chateau.

//

Soon enough the next pogue party was in full swing at the boneyard, and this time you were most definitely in the partying mood. You tilted your beer bottle back, watching your boyfriend play hacky sack with Pope. It was nice to finally be public about your relationship with JJ, you don’t have to suffer through watching JJ flirt with other girls anymore. For the first few days after you told him, John B all but ignored JJ. He was slowly starting to come around, you knew he couldn’t be mad forever. The bonfire was tall, and from across the fire you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you. Rife paid a lot of unwanted attention to you, although you’re pretty sure it’s only because he wants to annoy John B. Like he wants to give John B the ultimate ‘screw you’, by sleeping with you. You can only hope he doesn’t say or do anything tonight because if he does, JJ is going to go ballistic.

“Nice swimsuit.” Almost as if on cue, you hear Rafe’s voice to your right and you sigh.

“Thanks.” You say dismissively, trying your best to get him to leave before John B or JJ notice. Rafe sits down next to you, too close for comfort. You hold your breath as you subtly tuck your legs a little closer to your body. Rafe either doesn’t care that you’re inching away from him or he hasn’t noticed.

“Need another drink?” Your beer is just about empty, and you could use another drunk. But you wouldn’t trust anything Rafe gets for you, you’d never drink it.

“No that’s okay, I’ll just have JJ get me one later.” You say with a smile, noticing the tense smile cross onto Rafe’s face.

“I can get you one now, no big deal.” Rafe stands up and takes a step towards the coolers when you speak up again.

“N-no Rafe it’s fine really. I don’t want to drink right now anyway.” You insist with a smile and Rafe shrugs, but he sits back down next to you. This time closer than he was before.

“Seen you hanging around JJ a lot lately, there a thing between you two?” Rafe asks, his tone tense and his posture almost threatening. Your eyes land on JJ again, who is further from the fire than last time you looked. He’s laughing with Pope and Kiara about something, thank God he hasn’t noticed Rafe yet.

“Yeah actually JJ is my boyfriend.” You say with a tight lipped smile. Rafe nods slowly, a far more irritated look on his face.

“Boyfriend. So you’ll date that pogue trash but won’t give me one chance?” Rafe’s tone is suddenly hostile, as is his body language. You swallow thickly, feeling very defensive of JJ.

“JJ isn’t trash, and I never gave you a chance Rafe because you’re an asshole.” You snap, moving to stand when you feel his hand curl around your upper arm tightly. You try to remain calm, but the urge to panic is growing stronger as Rafe keeps his hand curled around your arm.

“What is it about him Y/N? How on Earth is a piece of shit like JJ Maybank better than me? Does he fuck you good? Is that it?” Rafe hisses in your ear, his voice even which makes him sound more threatening.

“Rafe please let go.” You squeak, feeling him yank your back more flush to his chest.

“I’ll bet he fucks you nice and deep huh? Is that what you like most about him?” Rafe breathes against your neck as his head moves closer to you. Feeling like you’re going to have a panic attack, you try to pull away from Rafe again. When he doesn’t let you go you know what you have to do, even though it’s going to cause a scene.

“JJ!” You feel tears pushing at the backs of your eyes, Rafe’s grip only releasing lightly. From his spot a little ways from where you are, JJ hears your voice. When his gaze finds you, his fists curl and all he sees is red. In a few long strides, JJ is standing behind you two swinging his fist into Rafe’s right cheek. Rafe stumbles away from you, releasing his grip on your arm. You stand and immediately scramble behind JJ.

“Get your fucking hands off my girl Rafe.” JJ snaps, his eyes narrowed and his body language tense. One wrong move from Rafe will result in a violent outburst from JJ. Rafe wipes away the blood from his lip, smiling smugly at JJ. Rafe wanted to piss him off, and it worked.

“I dunno she seemed to be enjoying it.” Rafe shrugged and your eyes widened.

“Yeah? Then why did she call for me if she was enjoying your company so much?” JJ spat back, pacing around Rafe like a caged animal.

“Lets just say you might be used to her calling out your name in pleasure but don’t worry, that’ll change. Soon, she’ll be moaning my name.” Rafe smirks, and JJ lurches forward. In an instant your arms are curled around JJ’s chest, pulling against him as hard as you can. Unfortunately JJ towers over you, so it’s like trying to move a brick wall.

“Baby just forget it, he’s only trying to piss you off.” You say softly, still trying to pull JJ away from Rafe even though you’re not strong enough to move him. JJ’s eyes are locked onto Rafe, almost like a predator looking at its prey. His jaw is clenched, and so are his fists. Curled and ready to throw punches.

“Yeah JJ just forget it, I’ll make sure to fuck her so good she forgets all about you. I’ll fuck her so good the only thing she remembers is how my dick feels inside her.” Rafe says, clearly trying to egg JJ on. This time JJ is pushing out of your arms to punch Rafe again.

“Stop!” You yell as Rafe lands a hit on JJ’s left cheek. Suddenly John B is pushing through the crowd to yank JJ away from Rafe, positioning himself between the two. Topper comes behind Rafe to start pulling him away from the fight, while John B does the same with JJ.

“Go back to the Chateau, now.” John B snaps at JJ, who chucks his beer can at a fallen tree in anger. The beer can explodes open and sprays a few people before JJ is storming for the house, with you close behind.

“JJ?” You start cautiously, he’s a few steps ahead of you. JJ doesn’t respond, and from his quick pace and the way he keeps curling and uncurling his fists lets you know just how pissed off JJ is. He remains silent the entire way to the Chateau, and he slams the door open when he goes inside.

“JJ.” You say again as you follow him to your bedroom, and once inside he begins to pace back and forth. You can feel the anger practically radiating off of him.

“Let me see your arm.” JJ demands, and you quickly give him the arm Rafe was holding. There’s a slight bruise on your upper arm, and while it doesn’t hurt you can hear JJ growl under his breath.

“He fucking bruised you?” He seethes, his eyes flickering towards the door.

“Let it go, just forget it baby. Please.” You plead, placing your hands on his chest to stop him from moving. Even though you couldn’t actually stop him if he wanted to go somewhere, he was way stronger than you.

“How am I supposed to just forget it Y/N? Did you even hear what he was saying about you? I’m going to fucking kill him.” JJ nearly yells and you reach up to cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Because Rafe can say whatever he wants. The only name I will ever be moaning is yours JJ. The only person who has ever seen me naked is you, and nobody else will ever see me like that. You’re the only person who will get to have sex with me, Rafe can do nothing but dream.” You say softly, watching the anger begin to simmer out of his eyes.

“JJ you’re my first everything. First real relationship, first person to see me naked, my first love, and the man I’m going to give my virginity to. Rafe will never have any of those things, no matter how hard he tries.” You say, watching as an unreadable look crosses onto JJ’s face.

“You love me?” His eyebrows are furrowed, and the tension has left his shoulders by now. You swallow thickly before smiling up at him softly.

“Yeah, I love you JJ.” You whisper, hoping to God that he says it back. JJ looks stunned for a few seconds before a wide boyish grin splits across his face.

“I love you baby, so fucking much.” JJ breathes before his arms wind around your waist and he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is slow and passionate, his tongue immediately pressing past your parted lips. You mewl against his lips as his hand slides down your back to cup your ass. Your hands grab at his shoulders as JJ lifts you from the ground so that your legs can wind around his waist. He nips at your lower lip as he gently presses your back against your bedroom door. Your lips move languidly against him and when you feel heat simmering in your lower belly, you grind your hips against his.

“JJ,” you gasp as you pull back from him. JJ’s lips immediately latch onto your neck, sucking at the pulse point lightly drawing a moan from you. “I wanna do it now, I’m ready.” You gasp but your statement causes him to pause.

“You sure baby? We can wait-” He starts but you cut him off with a kiss.

“I love you JJ Maybank, and I don’t want to wait anymore. I wanna do it right now, please?” You lean closer to his ear, biting gently at his earlobe before you whisper one more thing.

“Make me yours.” JJ groans lowly before he presses his lips to yours again. JJ’s hands don’t know where to touch first, there’s so much uncharted skin for him to feel. He starts by pulling your bikini top off, revealing your bare breasts to him. He leans his head down to take a nipple in his mouth, and you whine softly. JJ lifts you more firmly again before walking you to the bed and laying you back on it. His mouth returns to your nipple, his other hand coming up to cup your other breast. He laves your nipple with his tongue before kissing across the expanse of your chest to give your other nipple the same attention. With his free hand, JJ snakes his arm down your body to pull your bikini bottoms off. He slides his hand down a little further and runs two of his fingers through your folds.

“Already so wet baby.” JJ groans against your skin, his mouth trailing kisses down your body as he moves down. He presses light kisses to your hip bones, causing your body to jolt and you to whine as you try to shift your hips towards his face. JJ smiles as he places light kisses along your upper thighs, drawing soft moans from your lips.

“Every sound you make is music to my ears.” JJ says, his voice even and collected. JJ was willing to wait as long as it took for you to feel comfortable, but he’d be lying if he said part of him wasn’t dying for this. You spread your thighs apart wider for him as he kisses all the way up to where you need him most. You wiggle your hips impatiently when he presses kisses around your clit, but never quite lands there.

“JJ please,” You beg, your firsts curling around the sheets as he smirks at you from between your legs. JJ hooks his arms around your thighs before yanking your body down, causing his mouth to collide with your pussy. His lips curl around your clit and you cry out, your back arching as your fingers wind into his hair. You’re whining loudly as his tongue laps at your clit, and licks long lines up your entrance.

“Oh my God that feels so good J,” you moan, nearly in tears from the amount of pleasure you feel already. JJ feels wave after wave heading straight for his cock, every time you moan or beg for him, it just takes him a little higher. He loves hearing how badly you need him. Gently JJ reaches a hand up, prodding a finger at your entrance. You whine nervously, fear shining in your eyes.

“Trust me baby, might pinch a little but I promise it’s gonna feel really good.” JJ says, waiting for your approval before he continues. You bite your lip and nod slowly, leaning your head back to relax your entire body. Carefully, JJ begins to push his pointer finger into your tight opening. It burns a little bit, and you squeeze your eyes shut when he gets to the knuckle and swiftly pushes past it. You cry out in pain a little, but JJ is right there to press loving kisses to your thighs and whisper reassuring words into your skin. You feel JJ slowly pull his finger out, and when he slides it back in you moan softly in pleasure. Your face slowly relaxes as your mouth falls into an ‘o’ shape, another moan pushing past your lips. JJ continues to slowly pump his finger into you, wrapping his lips around your clit once more.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful baby.” JJ whispers, his eyes shamelessly trailing up and down your body. JJ curls his finger inside you a little, watching as your back arches ever so slightly, and a soft moan tumbles past your lips.

“Gonna add another finger baby, just one more to stretch you a little for my cock.” JJ says softly, and sure enough he’s gently working another finger into you. You stretch a little more, the feeling causing a hiss of pain to emit from you. JJ presses soft kisses to your stomach as he pumps two fingers into you, and your fingers grasp at the sheets tightly.

“Oh God, I think I’m close J!” You cry out, your eyes squeezed shut and your head thrown back. JJ continues to pump his fingers into you at a steady pace, breathing softly against your skin and his eyes never leave yours. You moan a little louder when JJ’s mouth curls around your clit again and with one flick from his tongue, you’re cumming all over his face with a soft cry from your lips. JJ pulls back with the biggest, dumbest smile on his face before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Shit, you’re so fucking sexy.” JJ groans, leaning over you to press his lips against yours. You moan a little when you taste yourself on his lips before you’re tugging at his clothes. JJ leans back on his heels to yank his shirt over his head, followed by his swim trunks. Your mouth finds his again as your arms wind around his shoulders.

“D-do you have a condom?” You whisper and JJ offers a wink before he’s reaching over the edge of the bed for his shorts. He digs through the pockets before pulling out a condom in silver foil packaging. You feel your nerves building again, and you shy away from him. You turn your head to avoid looking at him, but he hooks a finger under your chin to turn your head.

“You’re fucking beautiful. You sure you’re ready for this?” He asks, concern in his eyes as he tries to study your face for any signs of you changing your mind.

“I’m ready JJ.” You whisper and he presses a kiss to your forehead before ripping open the condom wrapper. He reaches down to roll the condom down his pulsing shaft and you spread your legs under him, trying to get comfortable. You feel the head parting your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut when he stops.

“Try to relax okay? It’s gonna hurt so just tell me to stop if it’s too much.” JJ says, and you can hear the concern in his voice. You nod as you wrap your arms around his torso, releasing a deep breath to let your muscles relax fully. Gently, JJ begins to push into you and the burn is immediately intense. You whimper in pain, burying your face into his neck as he slowly works his cock into your tight heat. JJ is using every ounce of self control he has to not pound into you, the tightness of your cunt is suffocating.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking tight. Christ.” JJ groans, his forehead pressing against yours as he continues to slide inch by inch into you. Eventually JJ hits your hymen, but he doesn't move.

“Once I break your hymen, you’re not a virgin anymore and I will be the guy that popped your cherry. You okay with that?” JJ asks, and you marvel how coherently he’s speaking, you can barely think straight with his cock half inside you. You nod but JJ doesn’t move.

“Words please.” JJ won’t continue without verbal consent.

“Yes JJ, you’re the only person I ever want to have sex with. Please take my virginity J.” You gasp, hoping that the intense burning subsides soon. JJ winds his arms around your back tightly while pressing kisses against your neck, and with one sharp thrust he’s breaking your hymen and sliding the rest of the way into you. You gasp, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you press your face into JJ’s neck.

“You okay baby?” He gasps, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him is making him feel lightheaded. Being seated fully inside of you is almost too overwhelming, you’re so tight.

“J-Just give me a minute.” You gasp through tears, the pain is unbearable. But you grit your teeth and wait, and JJ doesn’t complain at all. He sits fully inside of you, using his arms to hold himself up, pressing gentle kisses into your neck until you’re ready.

“You’re so big JJ, fuck.” You gasp, feeling tingles shoot through you when he adjusted and slid out of you a few inches. You moan, and JJ groans softly at the sound.

“Please move JJ, slowly.” You say softly, and slowly JJ pulls his hips back before sliding all the way back in. You moan again, and JJ swears under his breath. JJ continues to thrust sweetly into you, being sure not to go too fast so that he doesn’t hurt you. Your eyes are squeezed shut as he moves inside you, and the feeling is downright heavenly, even with the little twinges of pain. You gasp and moan softly against him, loving the feeling of his breath against your neck. JJ’s eyes are squeezed shut as he feels you hugging his cock just right.

“Jesus baby, you feel so fucking good.” JJ praises and you moan softly, turning your head to press your lips against his. Your lips move against JJ’s, your nails leaving angry red claw marks down his back. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter in your abdomen, and all you can do is cling desperately to JJ.

“I love you JJ.” You cry out, your body arching into his when his thumb rolls your clit. JJ speeds up a little bit, his tip ramming into your g-spot. JJ bent down to press a sweet kiss to your lips before he leans up over you, his hands on your hips.

“I love you baby,” JJ groans, his head tossing back as you clamp down around him. Before you even have time to warn him, you’re gushing around his cock, your body spasming as you cum. JJ pumps into you a few more times before you clench around him again and he cums, catching himself with one hand so he doesn’t fall on top of you when he cums into the condom. You’re panting as JJ gently pulls out of you, seeing you wince in pain. He throws the condom into the trash can before sliding into bed next to you. JJ opens his arms and pulls you against his chest, pressing a kiss against your head.

“So uh, how’d I do? I’ve never taken someone’s virginity before. Was it okay?” JJ asks, and you can hear the anxiety in his voice. You turn in his arms to press your lips against his.

“It was amazing, you were amazing baby.” You reassure, nuzzling his nose with yours before you’re eventually pulled to sleep.

//

The next morning, JJ decides to let you sleep in. You’re probably going to be sore anyway, and when he heads out to help John B with the boat, he ignores the look he gets from Kiara. The ‘you look like you had sex with John B’s sister last night’ look. JJ approaches the boat, and takes a wrench before moving to look at the engine. As the day goes on, the sun rises higher and higher and like JJ always does- he takes his shirt off when the heat becomes too much.

“JJ?” John B’s voice is tense, and JJ’s shoulder’s go rigid as he turns.

“What’s up John B?”

“What the hell happened to your back?” John B asks, although he unfortunately already knows the answer. JJ, who completely forgot about how you desperately clawed at his back last night, peeks over his shoulder and sees the nail marks all down his back.

“Well, uh-”

“I’m going to fucking kill you JJ!”

“I’m sorry! You said not to tell you and technically I didn't!”

[sacredsorceress]

Lollipop || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: your brother and his best friend find themselves in a fight after a few boys don’t know when to shut their mouth.

a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: fighting, mentions of blood, someone makes a suggestive comment about reader

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1935

“What do you think you’re doin’, punk?” He asked, plucking the lollipop from your hand. “I thought Steve told you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Kneeling beside you behind the dumpster, Bucky pulled the wrapping off of the top of the lollipop, slipping it into his mouth. Swatting your brother’s best friend, you scolded him in a hushed voice.

“Hey! Big mouth!” You whispered. “Can you stop talkin’ so loud? Someone’s gonna find us if you don’t shut up. Thanks for stealing my lollipop by the way.”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, raising his eyebrows, pulling the candy out of his mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Consider it payment for keepin’ my mouth shut. The hell you doing back here anyway?”

You were asking yourself the same question.

You and your brother Steve always walked home together at the end of the school day when he met you at your locker after the final bell rung. However earlier that day, your brother had come up to you, his eyes unable to meet yours, telling you to wait for him out front after school was over for the day because he ‘had something he had to do’ afterwards. Not even giving you a chance to ask him why, your brother had stormed off to his next class.

Not one to mind your own business when it came to Steve, as soon as the dismissal bell rung, you disobeyed his orders, making your way to the back of the school, hiding behind the dumpster you and Bucky were situated at now.

“You mean he didn’t tell you?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” He asked. “I haven’t seen him since lunch. Why? What’d he say?”

Shaking your head, you glanced at the door of the building as it opened. “Nothing. He was acting really weird-”

Cutting yourself short, you stopped speaking as you saw two boys you recognized, coming out the back door of the school, laughing with one another. Shutting yourself up, you tugged on the sleeve of Bucky’s t-shirt when you saw none other than your brother Steve emerge from the door seconds later.

“Hey!” Steve called to the two boys.

“What the hell is he doing?” Bucky whispered to you.

Pulling his shirt tighter, your eyes growing wide, you both continued to watch the scene unfold in front of you.

“Listen, Rogers, if you know what’s good for you you’ll go back inside.” The boy you recognized as Matthew said, turning around.

“Take back what you said.” Your brother said, his hands balling into fists at his side. When he received no answer from either of the boys, he raised his voice. “I said take back what you said in the bathroom!”

The two boys glancing at each other, one of them raised his voice.

“Yeah? Or what?”

Rather than replying, you watched as your brother raised his fists to his eye line, but before anything could come from it, one of the boys strode over to Steve, swinging a punch to his face before he could even block it, the other kicking him to the ground.

“Shit!” Bucky swore, shrugging your hand off of his shirt and rising to his feet. “Stay here.”

“But Buck-” You began.

Taking the lollipop out of his mouth, he shoved it into your hands, pointing his finger at you. “I said- stay here.”

You watched with wide eyes as your brother’s best friend, made his way around the dumpster, over to the fight happening before your eyes.

“Hey!” Bucky called, the boys’ heads turning at the sound of his voice. “Pick on someone your own size.”

Grabbing the collar of one of the boy’s shirts, Bucky shoved him against the wall, throwing a punch to his face.

“What the hell did these guys do to piss you off so bad, Steve?” Bucky asked, holding Matthew against the wall.

Answering for him, the boy smiled, showing off his bloody teeth. “All I said was that it’s a good thing y’all are so poor. If the Rogers could buy better clothes we wouldn’t get to see Y/n’s panties through her skirt every time she-“

“Keep her name outta your God damn mouth!” Steve shouted before he took another blow to his face.

Beginning to feel his blood boil at the sight of the boy in front of him, Bucky’s jaw clenched as he grabbed Matthew by the collar with both hands and threw him onto the ground.

“C’mon Barnes,” The boy laughed. “You’ve seen her. You’re tellin’ me you spend all your time with that charity case friend of yours without wanting anythin-”

Practically seeing red, Bucky climbed on top of him, and began throwing a series of punches against the boy’s face. 

Although you were Steve’s sister, Bucky had known you well enough that he wasn’t going to back away from a fight where your name was being dragged through the mud. He had known you practically his whole life- you and Steve were a packaged deal, having been adopted by the Rogers as an infant and raised as Steve’s sister. Although he teased the hell out of you, he had always had a soft spot for his best friend’s sister and he wasn’t about to let some asshole talk that way about you without getting his face beat in.

Despite Bucky’s orders, you couldn’t sit by and watch your brother get beat up by the boy on top of him while Bucky took out the other. Slipping the lollipop that was in your hands into your own mouth, you grabbed the piece of plywood that was laying against the dumpster beside you and stood up. Making your way around the dumpster over to where the fight was going on, you came up behind the unnamed boy that was on top of your brother. Lifting the piece of wood in your hands, you swung it across the back of the his head.

A loud yelp erupting from the boy’s mouth as he fell to the ground, off of Steve grabbed Bucky’s attention.

“What the-” Bucky exclaimed looking up to see you standing above your brother and the other boy. “I thought I told you to stay-”

Before he could finish his sentence however, distracted by you, the boy below him took advantage of the situation to swing a punch right into Bucky’s eye.

“Shit!” He shouted in pain, but before Matthew could throw another one, Bucky threw one last punch across his nose, the boy immediately screaming in pain.

“My nose!” He shouted, hands shooting to his bloodied face. “I think you broke my fucking nose!”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, pulling on the boy’s collar and bringing his face inches from his. “If you even think about the Rogers girl again, I’ll kick your fucking teeth in, alright?”

Nodding wildly, he scrambled to his feet, running back towards the door of the building, the boy you had hit with the piece of plywood, holding the back of his head close behind him. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, you dropped the piece of wood at your side, closing your eyes until you felt the lollipop slip out of your mouth.

“Wha-” You began, opening your eyes.

When they did, your eyes landed on a bruised up Bucky slipping the lollipop into his own mouth once again.

“You owe me another one.” You said.

“Yeah right.” Bucky scoffed, pointing at the black eye that was forming on his face. “This shiner’s worth two of these stupid things and I got it because you, missy, don’t know when to stay put.”

Shaking your head, you turned to look at your brother and his bloodied face, resting your hand on his shoulder before turning back to Bucky.

“Steve needed help!” You exclaimed, attempting to defend yourself.

Shrugging your hand off, Steve shook his head. “I didn’t need your help, Y/n.” He said. “I could’ve handled those guys.”

You knew Steve wasn’t one to ask for help- he hated it actually. With his stature and health people were always either giving him help he didn’t ask for out of pity or actively working to make his life even more miserable. You understood that because of all of this he didn’t ask or want your help, but you didn’t help him because you didn’t believe in him, but- for the same reason as Bucky- because you cared. 

Knowing better than to make the situation worse, you sighed in defeat, nodding.

“You’re right.” You said to your older brother. “I’m sorry.”

Watching the scene in front of him, Bucky laid his hands on both of your shoulders.

“Listen, those guys were assholes.” He said glancing at each of you. “They deserved to get their ass kicked by three people. I don’t think we’ll have to worry about them again for a while now.”

-

As Bucky and you sat waiting for your brother on a bench in front of your shared high school for him to grab his wallet, you looked up at Bucky. Although you had to squint your eyes from the sun shining above the buildings, you gazed at your brother’s best friend’s face- the way the lollipop stick hung outside his mouth, the scruff that was already covering his jawline and even the bruise that had begun to form around his eye.

Shaking your head to clear your mind, you cleared your throat.

“Buck?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He replied, staring ahead, hand still on the stick of the lollipop in his mouth.

“What...” You began, fiddling with your fingers. “What was that fight all about anyway?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, and slipping the lollipop out his mouth he turned to you.

“You didn’t hear any of that?”

“No.”

Staring straight ahead, placing the candy back on his tongue he thought about the fight that had just unfolded and the sick things the kid who’s face he beat in said to cause it. He knew nothing good would come from you knowing and he knew even more that no matter how much he tried he wouldn’t even be able to say the words to your face.

“Same old stuff.” He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “Ya know, about Steve’s height and shit.”

Shaking your head, you scoffed.

“What assholes.”

“Yeah.”

Before anymore could be said, the sound of the front door of the school swinging open drew you and Bucky’s attention, Steve emerging from inside the building.

“Anyone steal anything?” Bucky asked, pushing himself off of the bench.

Chuckling, Steve opened his wallet to reveal... nothing.

“Not if there’s nothing to steal.” Your brother laughed.

Making your short trip back to your respective apartments, you followed behind with Bucky and Steve, laughing along with their jokes along the way despite their bruised and battered faces and the events that had transpired not even a half an hour before.

When Bucky made it back to his building, the stick of the lollipop still in his mouth, he waved back to the two of you. Watching as you and your brother made your way back home until you both had left his line of sight, Bucky couldn’t help but think about how one day the Rogers siblings would stop getting themselves into fights, but until that day came he swore he would do whatever it took to protect his best friend and his ‘punk’ little sister who- despite his best efforts- he had always saved a special place in his heart for.

[luna-writes-stuff]

Hey I saw that your asks are open for Fili and Kili. I was wondering if you could do a fic or hc about Kili were he falls for the reader and tries to flirt with her but makes her laugh instead. He gets flustered and embarrassed.

Stupid Things, Kili Durin

first fic I’ve published so far and I was nervous???? While I’m literally writing a book????? So technically it’s nothing new????? But still?????

Fic, female s/o

Tw: misread signs? Kili being insecure? Flirting?

For Kili it was as clear as the sky on a warm morning in July; when you first caught his eye, he had grown absolutely smitten with you.

His mother had told him thousands of stories growing up. On how dwarves were once born in pairs, yet separated after years, forced to find each other in another life where they might not even remember their One. These stories had always held hope for Kili, even as he grew beyond the age of being called a dwarfling.

His beard had never truly come out and his hair had not once adorned braids, causing others to make fun of him, claiming he had not been a true dwarf. He felt silly holding onto the hope of finding his One, yet he could never bring himself to forget it. No matter how much life opposed him at times.

And the moment he met you, he had been glad he never gave up.

Every little detail of that day had been imprinted on his mind. From the way you wore your hair to the outfit that adorned your body. He knew you were his One. His mother told him exactly how she felt upon meeting his father, and even though the words always made Kili gag, he now knew she had never been exaggerating.

The whole journey he tried to gain your attention, but whenever you spared him a glance, he always shrunk back, afraid you’d reject him as his kin once had.

Fíli knew what was going on when Kili refused to joke around with the other one night. He had not been as blind as their company. He had spent days trying to talk some sense into his brother, claiming you had liked him as much as he liked you, but - unfortunately -, Kili had inherited his uncle’s stubbornness.

Yet, as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Kili grew some courage. You had opened up to the company more, giving him more conversational topics and shared interests. And it had gone well for a while; the two of you got along amazing, never once disagreeing or ignoring one another. And all those talks encouraged Kili to show you he truly cared for you. More than any other has had before.

You grew more teasing and joking amongst each other, finding weak links and soft spots, never failing to make each other laugh. And it gave him courage, until - one night - his bravery overtook him. You had been talking like any other night, when he zoned off, not listening to a word you said anymore.

Instead, he had been trying to find the words he had repeated in his head the entire day. But as your eyes rested on him, he could no longer remember what it was. You were so breathtaking you made him forget his pickup line.

Just then, you were quiet, searching his face before letting out a joyful laughter.

“I’m flattered, Kili.” You began, resting your hand on his shoulder, leaning over in laughter. “Could you not have told me we were doing pickup lines tonight? I would’ve prepared myself.”

He had said it out loud. And he hadn’t even noticed it. He didn’t even know how much you had heard.

“It it hot in here or is it just you?” You retorted playfully, but when Kili made no move to laugh, you slowly stifled your laughter. “I know, that one was horrible. I should’ve been prepared.” You defended, letting go of his shoulder.

You may not have noticed it, but Kili’s brain just ran on short circuit. His entire face he heated up and he was sure it would leave a red glow. His ears felt as if they were on fire as his mind just kept repeating the same words over and over and over again.

How could he do easily let these words slip past his lips? And he didn’t even know how to respond to you. Had you been making fun of him or were you reciprocating his flirtatious attempts? Perhaps he should just walk off before more damage could be done. Should he say something? Or would it only make it worse?

“Are you still in there, Kili?” You asked, snapping him out of his daze, your hand in front of his face, trying to get his eyes to follow your fingers. When his eyes finally made contact with yours, you let out a relieved sigh.

“I thought I just broke you with a stupid sentence.” You explained, leaning back against the tree, your hand slowly lowering.

“I’m sorry for letting my mouth walk free like that.” Kili apologized, now looking back down on his lap, insecurities taking over.

You might not have picked onto his true intentions, but you knew whenever someone did not feel comfortable. And right now, Kili looked as if he could bury himself six feet under. Which may have been true if you would have asked him.

“Don’t apologize. It was sweet.” You concluded, shifting your place so you would be seated next to him. “Though I do not know whether you were joking or not.” You admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.

And at that moment, Kili felt his heart skip a beat. He had heard many people say that the feeling of a skipping heart felt foreign yet welcome all the same, but never once had he experienced it. And now that it happened, he knew why people described it like that.

His entire body froze in that exact moment. Should he lean his head against yours? How should he place his legs? Could he hold your hand?

“Yes, you can hold my hand, Kili. Though, you do know it’s just the two of us, right? You’re not talking to someone else.” You mumbled, already reaching for his hand.

His eyes followed the trail your hands made, as if they could snap up any minute. Yet, as they came into contact with his, his body finally relaxed.

“How much did I say?” He whispered quietly, almost scared of the answer.

“You asked me if you were allowed to hold my hand.” You explained, now looking back up at him. Your face had no longer held the joyeus wrinkles it had before, seconds before laughing at his statements. It was laced with worries and doubts. Not for you, but for him.

“Are you okay?” You carefully asked, afraid you’d had been overstepping some form of boundary.

“You make me do stupid things.” Kili spoke, the sentence flowing out as if it had been on his tongue the entire time.

“Thank you?” You answered hesitantly, not sure whether he was insulting you or compliment you.

It seemed as if Kili could sense your doubt, because his explanation follows not long after. “Not wrong stupid things. Just….unfamiliar stupid things.”

“You’re familiar with a lot of stupid things?” You wondered aloud, your head back on his shoulder, happy to have found some form of solid social interaction again.

“You’d be surprised.” Kili spoke.

“Perhaps the two of us can find a way to correctly discover these unfamiliar stupid things.” You hinted, gently squeezing his hand, making Kili’s heart skip yet another beat. It was a feeling he could get used to. It had not been unpleasant, only surprising, yet he could not find himself ever getting enough of it.

“Beg your pardon?” He asked, not catching the meaning of your words, now entirely focused on your hand in his.

“Fili was right. You are dense.” Now anxiety krept up on him again. What had Fili said? Question circled back around in his head, insecurities settling in again.

“You spoke with Fili?” He nearly managed out, his clothes suddenly feeling uncomfortable warm.

“More like, Fili spoke to me.” You admitted, looking up at the nervous dwarf.

“What did he say?” Kili wondered, no longer beating around the bush. “Nothing that made sense.” You reassured, not sure why Kili suddenly became so closed off again.

“But we could figure out together.” You tried to hush, doing your best to soothe the situation. And it seemed to work. The minute Kili looked back at you again, his eyes were filled with relief instead of doubt.

“Only if you want to.” He stated, finally squeezing your hand back. A verbal answered was not received by him. Only a satisfied smile and a content nod. No intention was made for you to move, and you truly didn’t feel like it. You found a comfortable spot and would not move again until Kili decided you should.

And Kili would never say so. In his eyes, you could’ve stayed there all night and he couldn’t have cared less. He was just relieved that the tension was finally gone, even if it went unnoticed by you. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad with you by his side.

[marauderundercover]

Day 6: Party

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE 

Continuation of days two and three

Marinette grins at her reflection in the mirror. The costume was perfect- close enough to the original that you could tell who she was, but also with her own touch so that she didn’t hate looking at the costume. She’d even curled her hair slightly. The knock at the front door makes her squeal in excitement, knowing exactly who it is. 

“Cass!” She cheers, opening the door and grinning widely at her best friend. Sure, Cass didn’t talk a lot (she was like Luka in that way), but she always seemed to know when Marinette needed help out of her own head. And she was eternally grateful for that. She was even more grateful that Cass had agreed to do a duo costume with her since Jason apparently didn’t want to dress up. He was ‘too old’ or something. Well, Marinette wanted to have fun and wear a damn costume. 

“The suit is amazing! I’m not sure the cowl I made will be good enough for it.” Marinette says worriedly, examining the stitches on Cass’ costume. “Where’d you say you got this?” She asks, frowning. It was definitely higher quality than the Halloween store downtown. Cass just smiles, the one that basically says ‘not telling’. Mari just grins, used to it by now. She passes the cowl to Cass and grabs her own domino mask, sliding it on. Posing next to Cass in the full length mirror, Marinette takes a picture and sends it to the group chat that Jason had recently added her to. Dropping her phone into her purse and grabbing her keys, she turns to Cass. 

“Ready?” She asks. 

“Ready.” Cass says. Marinette grins. Look out, Gotham, Batman and Robin are out on the town. 

---

Dick squeals as the picture comes through on the groupchat. He was beyond relieved that Jagged had scheduled his Halloween party two weeks before the actual holiday. It meant that he, and the rest of his brothers, could actually go instead of being on the extra patrols they always had to schedule around the holiday. Grinning, he opens twitter. 

@flyingrayson

Look at my little sisters! Aren’t they the cutest?! #halloween #Waynefam #jaggedstone

[image description: One girl stands with a hand on her hip, dressed in what is obviously a spin on a Robin costume, including: a domino mask, black tights, dark red tunic with a Robin logo, gold belt, knee high emerald boots, and a dual sided cape black on the outside and gold on the inside. Another girl stands next to her with her arms crossed over her chest, dressed in what is obviously a Batman costume, including: black catsuit, yellow utility belt, black cape, and a redesigned black cowl.]

---

Marinette pecks Jason’s cheek and grins. 

“What, not a Robin fan?” She asks teasingly at his frown. He huffs. 

“Not really. More of a...Red Hood guy.” He says, and she snorts. 

“Of course you’d like the one with guns.” She says, shaking her head with a smile. “His costume is actually probably one of my favorites. Well, besides the whole helmet thing.” Jason grins, pulling her in and giving her a sweet kiss before he glances behind her and groans. 

“My brothers just walked in.” He says and she smiles. 

“Go say hi, I’ve gotta go ask Uncle Jagged a question really quick. I’ll be right back and Cass and I can show your brothers our awesome costumes in person.” She says, pecking his cheek before walking away. She looks around for Jagged, but frowns when she doesn’t see him in the main room. Pulling out her phone, she sends him a quick text asking where he is. 

In the garden with Fang!!!!!!!

She shakes her head fondly. Of course he skipped out on his own party to spend time with his crocodile. Smiling, she heads out to the garden to try and get to him. She’d wanted to see if the man planned on being in the US around Thanksgiving. Bruce had already invited her (probably to get Jason to show up) and said she could invite any of her family as well. Since her parents and superhero partner were both dead and her grandparents didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, she decided she’d really love Jagged and Penny to come instead. As she walks outside, she’s shocked that Fang doesn’t immediately run up to her. 

“Uncle Jagged?” She calls, frowning. Where was he? And why was it so dark out here? Fang was scared of the dark. Jagged never would have brought him outside without more lights on, he was too protective of him. She tenses when she notices a slumped figure next to the bench Jagged had put in the gardens for when she visits. It was one of her favorite places to sit and design. 

“Hello?” She calls, watching the figure for any movement. Seeing none, she steps closer and her stomach drops. Immediately she runs over and checks her Uncle for a pulse. She sighs in relief when she feels it, but the gash on his head is worrisome. How-

“Hello, Birdie!” An amused voice rings behind her, making her blood run cold. She whirls around and manages to catch a glimpse of the man’s pale face before a thick piece of metal flies at her head and the world goes black. 

---

“Jaybird! Where’s Mari and Cass? They’re blowing up on twitter, even MDC liked my tweet!” Dick says happily, making Jason scowl. 

“Did you seriously post my girlfriend all over your twitter?” He asks grumpily. Dick nods. 

“Oh yeah. Her and Cass looked too cute to keep it to ourselves. Where are they anyway?” Dick asks, scanning the room. 

“M said she needed to go talk to her Uncle about something. Personally, I think she was just avoiding you guys. You all crowd her every time you see her.” Jason reprimands, crossing his arms. Replacement rolls his eyes. 

“It’s ‘cause she’s so much cooler than you. And she’s not an asshole like you are.” He says. 

“Something’s wrong.” Cass says, suddenly appearing at Jason’s side. He jumps slightly, but then frowns at her. 

“What?” He asks, surprised to see the deep scowl form on her face. 

“Don’t know.” She huffs. 

“Well if Cassandra believes that something is wrong, we should investigate.” Damian says, looking relieved that he wouldn’t be asked to socialize with anyone. A startled scream from outside makes the five vigilantes tense before running towards the noise. Jason curses when he realizes it’s Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone’s….something. She’s kneeling by a slumped figure, shaking it until a groan escapes it. Jason feels his blood run cold when the figure’s hair catches the light. It’s Jagged. Then where-

“Where’s she? Where’s she at?” Jagged slurs out, blinking wildly. 

“Who?” Penny asks, gently holding the man’s face. Jason frowns at the gash. 

“M. He wanted ‘er.” He says, and though the man is looking around crazily and slurring his words, Jason can tell he’s completely serious. And M-

“Do you mean Marinette?” Jason asks, stepping forward. Jagged frowns, but nods. 

“Crazy clown.” He adds before turning and throwing up in the grass. Jason growls and turns on his heel, ready to go hunt the damned clown down. Out of everyone in this damned city that he could’ve targeted, why did he choose her?

“Jason, wait.” Dick says, grabbing his wrist. “We need to have a plan. Come on. You can’t just go out like this.” He reminds him lowly, Jason’s eyes narrow but he follows anyway. Might as well use the good tools. That fucking clown won’t make it to morning. 

---

Ice cold water falls over her and Marinette sits up, gasping in shock at the sudden temperature change. 

“Little cold, Birdie?” A voice asks before walking around and standing in front of her- a huge smile on his face and a thick piece of metal in his hands.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Marinette says, trying not to let her voice shake. This was the villain. The one she never wanted to meet. The one that gave her boyfriend nightmares that he couldn’t explain to her. And now she was alone with him. 

“If you’re sure, we could have some...fun before Batsy arrives.” He laughs. 

“Why would Batman show up?” She asks. “You do realize this is just a Halloween costume, right?” She flinches as the piece of metal- a crowbar, she thinks shakily- stops inches in front of her face.

“How stupid do you think I am? Of course it’s a costume. A costume posted by one Dick Grayson. You’re a Wayne, somehow. And Batsy always shows up when a Wayne is involved.” Joker says, his twisted grin making her sick to her stomach. 

“I’m not a Wayne! Batman isn’t going to come for me.” She argues, cursing her decision to not wear her earrings today. Some days were harder than others, especially leaving in a mask. Even if the mask was a costume. Every time she tried to put on her earrings today, she shook and started to panic. Granted, it was probably for the best. Because she would definitely be tempted to transform and she did not want to give Joker that kind of knowledge. 

“Wayne or not, one of the bats will come. You have friends in very high places, Birdie.” Joker tuts, twirling the crowbar in his hand. She flinches as it nears her face, making Joker laugh. “If I wanted to hit you, I would.” He says. She doesn’t even have time to figure out what he means because her shoulder explodes in pain. The pain is blinding and she wants to scream but no sound will come out of her mouth as she gasps for breath. 

“That’s no good. A silent bird is a dead bird. So sing, Birdie.” Joker demands, and he aims slightly lower this time, shattering her left arm. And she screams. The pain tearing at her throat nothing compared to the pain in her arm, her shoulder. She sobs, the shaking making the pain worse, but she was unable to stop. It hurt. 

“S-stop!” She manages to yell, nearly biting her tongue when Joker grabs her chin and forces her to look up at him. 

“Hmm. You’re right! The internet should definitely see this.” He laughs, pulling a phone out. She shakes her head, flinching as he whacks the crowbar against the floor near her chair. He points the phone at her, and she knows he’s recording. The bastard. 

“Hello Gotham! Look at this little Birdie. I’m afraid she flew too far, and now we have to clip her wings.” He says, sighing as if he’s actually apologetic. He sets his phone up on the table and stalks over to her before turning and waving at the camera. She watches him move the crowbar around warily, her breathing shaky. God, she hoped Jason wasn’t watching this. Hoped he was somewhere safe, not trying to go do something stupid. She winces as Joker acts like he’s about to hit her, only to stop before the crowbar actually connects with her good arm.

“I told you, I’d only hit you if I wanted to.” He chuckles. 

“Go to hell.” She spits out, ignoring the voice in her head (that sounded suspiciously like Tikki) telling her to shut up. To not antagonize the crazy man with the crowbar. 

“Gladly.” He says with a grin, rearing back and swinging the crowbar out to hit her in the ribs. Her scream echoes around the room and she has no time to catch her breath before he’s attacking her ribs again. Tears stream down her face, but she can’t scream, she can’t even catch her breath. I’m going to die, she thinks, and the thought is terrifying. She didn’t want to die, she wanted to live. 

---

“Do we have a fucking location or am I about to go shoot up every goddamned warehouse in this city?” Jason growls as he zips through the streets on his bike. He knew Babs and Alfred were back at the cave, watching the livestream and working to locate Marinette. And even though he couldn’t see the video, the audio playing through the comms was enough to make his stomach churn. 

He didn’t give one singular fuck what Bruce said. He was going to kill that goddamned clown the minute he saw him. 

---

Marinette glares at the Joker, barely able to keep her head up. For some unknown reason, he’d decided to use his fists on her face instead of the crowbar. Not that she was complaining. She wouldn’t have survived multiple hits to the head. Not with the force he had. She watches him, and she knows he’s saying something, but she can’t tell what it is. She’s too tired, too hurt, to care what he’s saying anyway. Unless it’s some magical cure to stop her from feeling like she’s broken into a million pieces, she doesn’t want to hear it. 

Eyes wandering behind him, she’s relieved when she notices the costumed figure. The cowl, the cape- Batman did come. How strange. Though, she had assumed that Joker was live streaming. So that could definitely explain that one. Deciding she was out of immediate danger, she lets her eyes droop shut, reveling in the darkness that surrounds her. She let’s it stay, and she can feel things slipping away, some of the pain lessening. It’s nice, until someone is poking her and talking much too close to her. She lets out a whine as the person forces her eyes open. 

“‘m tired.” She mumbles, wincing at the pain that comes with breathing, with talking. 

“I know, kid, god I know. Just keep your eyes open.” A voice says. She blinks, the blue marks on the suit in front of her helping her to identify the vigilante. 

“Couldn’t fight.” She spits out, tears springing to her eyes as her attempt at conversation makes her chest ache. 

“But you’re fighting now, you’re staying awake. You’re doing such a good job, I’m proud of you. Stay awake kiddo.” Nightwing says quietly. She vaguely feels the ropes slide off her wrists and ankles. Fighting to stay sitting up, because slumping will hurt more than she’s willing to allow, she sighs. 

“Jason’s gonna worry.” She mumbles, and Nightwing hums. 

“Ambulance is almost here, kid, just stay awake.” He says instead of asking about Jason. She hopes Jason is okay. Hopes he isn’t mad at himself for letting her go talk to Jagged alone. Suddenly, sirens are close and she lets the world finally slip away.

---

The pain is the first thing that clues her in. She isn’t dead. Which is a relief. But the way her entire body aches, is not a relief. Forcing her eyes open, she sighs at Jason’s slumped form in a chair next to her bed. She wished she knew how long she’d been in the hospital so she could scold him. Because he was still wearing the outfit he had on at the party. Which meant he hadn’t given himself a break. Just as she’s trying to decide how to ask the nurses for pain medicine, Jason’s eyes open. 

“Marinette!” He gasps, starting to lunge forward, then stopping himself. “I thought, god, M, I thought-”

“‘m okay.” She says softly, and he frowns. 

“Okay? You were nearly beaten to death with a goddamned crowbar. You’re not okay.” He argues. She sighs. 

“I’m alive, and I’m with you. I’m okay.” She insists, wincing. He looks like he still wants to argue, but stops himself. He scoots closer and holds her hand, kissing the back of it softly. 

“I’ll never leave you.” He promises. She smiles softly, before falling back asleep, finally safe.

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