#me seeing his name is john and pretending I don’t bc that’s not the name i came up with while reading fics👩🏻‍🦯

[rainbowrobin]

listen i love steve more than anything but i’m sorry i don’t want to know what his parents names are or what they look like !!! i want to be in pain and have little information on them and have to create versions in my head

#me seeing his name is john and pretending I don’t bc that’s not the name i came up with while reading fics👩🏻‍🦯 #john who #I pretend I do not see #if they show them in s5 I’m going to be pissed #rip to authors tho

[sga-owns-my-soul]

Fic Idea Adoption!

i have way too many ideas for fics and i know i won't ever get around to writing them all so i'm putting some ideas up for adoption!! i may or may not write these eventually, but they're too good of ideas to leave sitting in my notes app forever, so i'm releasing them to the void! anyone and everyone is welcome to use them, and feel free to be as ambiguous with the prompts as you want! no particular order but nsfw ideas are at the bottom for anyone who wants to avoid them!

(if you do use any of these, i would love to read the fic!! you definitely do not have to but please feel free to send me anything you write off this list!!)

-john takes rodney to earths moon

-john and rodney find the ancient equivalent of speed. they do Everything

-au where ronon gets earth to repeal dadt bc john tells him it's why he can't be with rodney and ronon goes I Must Fix This (he enlists teyla and lorne and maybe cadman)

-rodney asks ronon to go with john to earth (outcast coda)

-rodney goes on bill nye saves the world after stargate declassification

-evans biggest fear is having to shoot john (and maybe getting a promotion bc of it?) and john finds out

-rodney’s ‘torture too hideous and intimate to recount’ is him being tortured, just for them to realize that torturing his team is a better way to break him

-teyla living out ‘the chosen one’ trope

-what happens to sora after the eye

-au where meredith(female!rodney) comes to atlantis instead of rod and not only is rodney horribly disturbed, he’s furious (and strangely confused) as to why everyone apparently likes him more as a woman

-todd is weirdly obsessed with this strange human he meets, and is determined to get closer to him

-the team is most excited about catching up with todd when they get the confirmation atlantis is going back to pegasus

-everyone complains about rodney’s moods bc no one can complain about the infinitely worse in every way sheppard bad moods, that make everyone on the base wish they were on a hive ship being eaten by two wraith at once

-au where ronon ends up on athos at the same time the wraith come and he sneaks through the gate with the intention of just sneaking away on the next planet but whoops it’s atlantis (ronon pov)

-rodney keeps a memorial for every single scientist lost in his lab and radek shows it to new scientists who start complaining about rodney not caring and risking their lives

-reaper au where’s he’s fed the fuck up with these two stupid men who never actually die when they’re supposed to and it’s more annoying than anything now bc he still needs to show up

-au carson comes to atlantis and is HORRIFIED by becketts retrovirus research and the hoffan drug bc “does the hippocratic oath mean NOTHING here???”

-au where rodney can’t admit to himself what john means to him, until something happens that brings all the alternate rodney’s that have lost their johns to atlantis, and they all fall apart when they see john alive, and john and rodney have to have a Conversation (mcshep? maybe ambiguous? idk yet)

-rodney sees john as three separate entities: the Colonel, who is Professional Important Official Man; sheppard, who is his friend/team lead that he hangs out with and goes on missions with; and john, who he’s always seeming to have very intimate moments with that make him question a lot of how he feels

-early days in the city, elizabeth is sick of the marines shitting on the scientists for not being tough and the scientists for shitting on the marines for not being smart so she makes them try to solve a fake crisis from the other side and everyone is like aww shit this is harder than it looks

-that thing where tough men pretend they don’t care much about someone but then the person gets hurt and Tough Guy go a little feral and then holds them close and whisper pet names (sweetheart, baby, darling, etc) but it’s john and/or ronon after rodney gets injured

-the more important something is to john, the harder it is for him to talk about it, and rodney starts to realize how hard it is for john to talk about what rodney means to him

-a bunch of au sheppards get brought to atlantis and one on them is terrified of flying

-rodney has always said biology was beneath him, but then ford almost died, and was… different, from the wraith. and rodney knew he had to find a way to help ford, maybe find a way to fix his mental problems while keeping the physical benefits. rodney and carson find a way to save ford and sheppard is so thankful he kisses them both

nsfw ideas:

-ronon suggests some planets for trading when they get low on supplies that have an interesting trade system. it seems too good to be true and they wonder why telya hasn't taken them until they find out that they trade goods for sex

-au where john is hired as a spy for atlantis and he seduces people in pegasus to get intel for the city

-sometimes rodney just grabs john (by the hair, throat, back of the neck, chin, etc) and asks who he belongs to and john instantly melts

-rodney decides to be a tease on a mission and teyla and ronon think mckay is just really pissing sheppard off when he pulls mckay away for “privacy” but really he’s just super horny and wants to fuck (or, teyla and ronon don’t realize that their fighting is foreplay)

#and to think this isn't even 1/4 of that list #god it's insane lmao #i have too many ideas about this damn show #oh well #there can never be too many sga fics #fic ideas #fic prompts #fic suggestions #sga #stargate atlantis #idk how to tag this lmao #fic idea adoption #should i do one of these with my song based fic ideas #i have an entire playlist of songs that i could write fics about #and i doubt i'll write most of them #maybe i will if people want it idk

[witchersoldier]

To Whatever End

jj maybank x routledge!reader

SUMMARY: JJ loves you. But instead of just saying it, he reads your favorite books.

WARNINGS: (+16) kinda blasphemy but not really, reader reads sjm, guys forcing themselves on reader, drinking, rushed writing, not proof read (i just never do it) and that's all I guess. let me know if I missed something.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

AUTHORS NOTE: this is my first jj fic, hope that's okay and not all that ooc. i used sarah j maas and her books bc they're just my favorite, if you don't like it just scroll down. english is not my mother tongue.

You can’t remember when you developed a passion for reading, it just happened. Now everywhere you go you carry a book with you, even if there’s absolutely no chance you’ll get to read it. Now, as for JJ, he absolutely remembers when he started to read books.

It was on a Friday last summer; everyone was gathered at the Chateau. John B., Pope and JJ were drinking at the porch while you, Kie and Sarah were down by the dock doing God knows what. When the sound of your laughter reached JJ’s ears he couldn’t help but gravitate towards you, pure admiration and curiosity guiding him. “Hey ladies. Just wanted to check if you still got everything you need down here? You know, drinks and snacks and- what’s that in your hand?” he asked, pointing to the huge book you held open, some phrases highlighted in a pastel red color. “I’m not surprised you don’t know what a book is.” Kiara bickered at the blonde, who scoffed and feigned offense, “I meant is this some kind of bible or some shit like that? It’s just I didn’t picture you as the religious type.” He offered the three girls an innocent smile. You’re one to always have a comeback at the tip of your tongue, but how could you say anything when JJ Maybank was looking down at you with such a pretty smile on his adorable face? “It’s not a bible, it’s fae-” Sarah brought you out of the trance as quickly as JJ put you in it. Was she really about to drop the ‘fae porn’ bomb on him like that? “It’s some shit like that, yeah” you smiled innocently at him, hoping he would just drop the subject. He squinted his eyes in an attempt to read the tittle of the book, but all he got was Sarah J. something and indistinguishable yellow letters. “We’re actually out of beer, will you bring us some?” Kiara asked a devilish smirk on her lips. JJ long forgot that’s the excuse he used to being there with you and not chatting with the guys. “I’m not your waitress, go get it yourself.” When he realized he blew his cover, there was no turning back. Sarah and Kie were already teasing him. “Well, then something else must have brought you here, right?”, “I think it was someone else, Kie.” Sarah nudged your shoulder, you pretended to be so deep in your book to notice the conversation. “More beers coming right up.” The blonde boy barely finished his sentence before sprinting back to where the guys sat.

He didn’t go back with your drinks, instead he sent John B., your brother.

•••

Later that night he unlocked his phone, googling the mysterious “Sarah J” he managed to read from your book earlier. And that’s how it started.

He read the A Court of Thorns and Roses book series. And read it quite fast, for someone who never held a book before. He would never admit it out loud, but he liked it. At first he was just curious about why you got all dodgy when he asked about the book-now he understood why-, but when he got through with the first one, he liked it. Liked to the point where he found himself sneaking into your room when nobody was home, just to see what else you had in your shelf. His eyes landed on the familiar Sarah J. Maas name, and he found a whole new book series. Throne of Glass. The series was huge. He grabbed the “Heir of Fire” one and stared flipping through the pages. Lots of highlighted texts in a color that match the cover, tabs neatly sticking out and some of your thoughts written on the pages. You were so passionate about this, he found it so endearing. JJ would give it a try. For you. And a little bit for him, too.

JJ was dropping hints your way, practically begging for you to catch up on what he’s been doing, but you never seemed to notice. Not when he said “you could rattle the stars, if only you dared” when you were worried about not being enough to get the job you wanted. Or even when he started calling you fireheart –because you reminded him of Aelin. Little did he now that your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

The time he’s visibly caught your attention while quoting a book, the moment you knew what he was doing, was at a kegger.

You were dancing with Kie trying to enjoy the night, but you couldn’t stop looking at JJ, hoping that maybe this would be the day that he acted on you for real, not just the friendly flirting you were used to. Perhaps you should make the first move, after all he said you could rattle the stars, and you believed him dearly, so maybe you had a chance to rattle his heart. The only obstacle was the beauty he was talking to, looking too smiley for your liking. A drink. That’s what you needed. Then you could try and pour your heart out to him.

You were by the keg getting some more beer when you heard your name being called. Topper and Kelce. A blessing they were at least missing Rafe this time. The three of them always tried to have their way with you, but failing every time because your brother was always there to fight them away. Not tonight. Tonight he was with Sarah, and you were on your own.

Pretending not to hear them, you began walking to the opposite direction they were coming. “Hey Y/N, where are you going? The night is still young.” Exclaimed Topper, grabbing your wrist to stop you from going any further. Kelce came up behind you, his hand on your back pushing you to walk with him now. “Rafe’s moving the party back to his place, we would love it if you could join.” The way Kelce said that to you made you shiver in disgust and fear, Topper let go of your wrist and walked by your side, opposite to where his friend was. Your brain was running wild inside your head, trying to come up with a plan to get out of this situation. They weren’t holding you tight, so if you could just turn around between them fast enough and run back into the crowd, you’d be safe.

You kept walking with them for a few more seconds before making a run for it. And you managed to escape them, only to run into a hard chest. At first you thought it was Rafe, but then you heard his strong voice reverberating in his chest, words that had you gasping for air. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” JJ looked into your eyes and you knew he was doing it to make sure you weren’t hurt; he would always search for answers in your eyes. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder protectively and in this moment you felt so safe, like nothing would ever get to you, he would not allow it. “Thank you for finding her for me.” He said softly, it was meant more for you to hear than for Kelce and Topper, who were standing there frustrated.

Before they could say anything or start a fight, you and JJ ran back to into the crowd. You were laughing now, as if the bad situation you were in just a few seconds ago never really happened. “Alright, Rhysand. Is there something you would like to tell me?”.

And JJ told you how he started reading after that day by the dock. You didn’t hide your surprise and didn’t hide how much joy he brought you with just a simple gesture.

Something changed since that day. You and JJ grew closer and closer. You’ve always been close to him, since he was your brother’s best friend, but still you felt like your relationship with him leveled up. And all your friends could see it too. So why can’t any of you make that final move? You felt stuck between the friend zone and a relationship. There was always those lingering touches, hugs that lasted too long, nights you two spent alone talking about your favorite character and couples, but you never talked about your feelings.

That changed the moment he decided to make the most reckless thing in his life.

•••

You and the other pogues -plus Topper, who you barely acknowledged the whole night-, just stole the cross from that train. You were running from the cops in Topper truck when JJ turned around on his bike to create a distraction. You felt your heart go with him as soon as the police car turned to chase him. “Turn the car around” you screamed to no one in particular. There was arguing going on around you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make out what they were saying, until Topper suddenly turned around and begin racing towards JJ, towards you heart. You remained calm on the outside, but inside you were panicking, you felt like your whole body was shaking. There were so many voices screaming for you to keep focused, and then there was a loud crash, the car stopped. The whole world seemed to stop around you as you looked around to see JJ’s totaled bike, concrete blocks around it and the guy you fell in love with nowhere to be seen.

You jumped out and ran to the bike, desperately looking around. “Where’s JJ?” you pleaded with tears in your eyes. “Where is he?” pacing around, calling for him so lost in your own fear that you didn’t hear groans and footsteps until you were spun around by someone. By him. He looked like he fell off a cliff. He kind of did. JJ’s body was hurting all over, but what hurt most was seeing you crying looking so lost. “Fireheart, why do you cry?” He didn’t mean to quote one of the most heartbreaking scenes of a book in a moment like this, it just came to him naturally. After all, you are his fireheart and he can’t stand to see you cry. His words hit you straight in the heart, you couldn’t speak. So you just moved on automatic, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him like your life depended on it. JJ didn’t waste time and kissed you right back, bringing you closer by wrapping his sore arms around your waist. The kiss was the best of the both worlds. Sweet and caring, but filled with desire and a salty taste, coming from your tears still cascading down your cheeks. Breaking apart the kiss was the last thing you wanted right now, but you had to. “Don’t you ever do that again, Maybank. I thought I lost you before I even got the chance to have you” You tried to sound serious and mad, but you couldn’t, happiness filling your bones and sipping out in the form of smiles and soft touches on his hair, now all dusty.

“Don’t worry, I’d never leave you. I’m with you. To whatever end.” He said with that cheeky grin you adored. “I love you, J.” you gave him a quick kiss. “And I love you,” he seemed like he was about to say something else, but you shut him up with a snarky comment. “I swear, if you’re about to say ‘Thorns and all’ I’ll be the one throwing you off the next bridge”.

#jj maybank x reader #outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank #rudy pankow #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #bookish #throne of glass #jj maybank x reader angst #jj maybank x reader fluff

[softrozene]

Sean is Struggling

Anon asked: Hi yes, I'm new to the fandom as well, but what about a Sean x Fem!Reader where after everything that had happened to him (before Arthur saved him in ch2) he's struggling with being touched and how the reader slowly gets him used to it? And like, angst hurt/comfort bc its 10:17pm and I want sad things that get resolved 

rdr2 masterlist

Sean is a good boi who deserves all the love

Originally published on January 12, 2020

Sean MacGuire x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst probably not enough but fluff to combat it, Sean has PTSD, Karen and Sean don’t happen lmao

Words: ~1k

You’ve been with this group long enough to know everyone on a personal level. You care for all of them equally and know when something is wrong. It just so happens that Sean is just a tad different. Okay, a lot different, and Arthur and Hosea may have picked up on that.

The relentless teasing you received from Arthur when his group brought Sean back was embarrassing. However, you could easily push whatever feelings you have away because as soon as Sean got to camp and you tried to give him one of the hugs he claims to always adore, he hesitated.

He never hesitates to hug you.

It was only a small thing but you noticed it and you kept your eyes and ears on him to see if anything else was amiss. There was plenty.

The male already drank like a pirate but it seemed to have worsened since he got back. Thankfully, he would hold off on being drunk until it got late but the odd thing was he drank alone or only ever with Arthur and John. Sometimes Hosea but rarely. That was the other odd thing. Arthur seemed to have gotten closer to Sean but in a way, you’d never under but desperately want to.

It made you sick to your stomach not knowing how to help the boy who is obviously having problems. So one night you decided to ask.

~*~

“Sean, Arthur, may I take a seat?” You ask softly looking at the fire.

Sean has already gone quiet. You hate when he goes quiet around you. It’s like he doesn’t want you there. You’re about to abort the mission when Arthur nods his head.

“Here, take my seat. It’s closer to the fire. I’m going to actually head to bed,” Arthur shares ignoring the glare Sean sends his way.

Arthur leaves and you sit down with hesitation.

Your heart starts to ache and you have a slight panic. Is whatever he went through that terrible that he doesn’t even want to be by you? Did you remind him of something? The thought nearly kills you.

“(Name), oh no. What the hell did I do?! Why are you crying?!” The poor fiery red-head is stunned.

You are stunned as well. You had no idea you had busted out into tears as your fingers brush your cheeks. You quickly try to recompose yourself and ask the question you’ve been dying to ask.

“Are you okay, Sean? Scratch that, tell me how I can help you. I noticed that even Arthur is trying to comfort you by being your drinking buddy but that isn’t going to work Sean. I can’t pretend I don’t see all the flinches you do anymore. All the little scared moments you have that you think no one else notices. Please tell me how I can help you,” You say your voice breaking in multiple parts.

Hearing the hurt in your voice, the pain you felt for him, it nearly made him cry. He doesn’t cry in front of others. He puts down his bottle and pulls you onto his lap. His arms immediately wrap around you tightly and he’s trembling, shaking like a damn leaf.

“Sorry (Name). I’ve been so fucking stupid as of late. I’ve been avoiding you too. I-“ He stops so he won’t cry.

You can feel his hands shaking worse than his whole body and you realize he’s already trying to push himself for you. You scramble off of him in a heartbeat. The confusion on his face shows as you gently take his hand.

“You are naïve to think that a bottle will fix what happened. Or make you forget. I’m unsure how to help you, but if avoiding me was helping you I can accept that. I can stop trying to care abou-“

The squeeze Sean gives your hand became a tad painful as he lets out a choked “no”. He glances around, to make sure the others are still sleeping or well haven’t been eavesdropping before he allows himself to speak with a bit more urgency.

“No. No. I don’t want that. Avoiding is making things worse. I- I miss you. I miss your hugs. I miss actually talking to you and teasing you. I’ve been avoiding you because I like you so damn much and I thought you seeing how badly this affected me would’ve been a turn-off,” He admits his skin turning a little bit red from embarrassment.

You honestly want to hit him with love right about now.

“You might be a bit of a dumbass. You honestly thought that I wouldn’t like you because of this? Sean, I care too much about you. I honestly love you. It’s hurting me seeing you like this,” You whisper looking at your joined hands.

His slim long fingers are holding onto your own with everything they have. He had stopped shaking. It finally hits you.

“I know that they physically harmed you. If you want me to help we can start there? Have little touches like this until you are more comfortable and your body and mind processes that you are safe here? Only if you want to though. I’m so sorry for projecting my feelings onto you like that,” You murmur out all of this in a slight panic once again.

Sean gives you a hearty chuckle and large grin as he asks, “Did you say you love me?”

“Of course, that’s the part that sticks with you! I guess that’s good. That means there is hope for you yet,” You mumble looking anywhere but him.

He pulls your hand to his chest forcing you to look at him. Only this time he’s serious. “I’ve been holding out on ya since Blackwater but I love you too (Name). I accept your help since you’re so willing. Ah… Would you be kind enough to uh-“

He stops talking and simply uses his other hand to point and tap his cheek. He so desperately wants the simple touch so you gladly do it. Your soft lips meet his skin and he almost melts at the moment. Pulling away, you both stare at each other and for the first time since he’s been back, Sean feels completely safe.

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #sean macguire x reader #rdr2 sean macguire #rdr2 fanfic #fanfiction #scenario #fanfic scenarios #female reader #angst #fluff

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Tuesday, 16 May 2023

We got some real good blorbo action today, friends.

John and Marlena begin to engage in their long-established foreplay ritual of eating strawberries and cream. (This is, admittedly, barely a blip on the Kink Radar but I legit love that these two septuagenarians are still so into each other.)  John even whipped the cream himself! Also he brought 5001 strawberries, which is a completely arbitrary number that you really shouldn't try to read anything into.

Then Brady (John's son, Marlena's stepson; easily in his 40s and still living with these two) comes home and completely interruptuses their coitus. He whines about how he and Boring Chloe broke up and will there ever be a woman as good and pure as Boring Chloe and can you believe Boring Chloe got an apartment with Hot Xander? What does she even see in that guy, anyway?

John, meanwhile, tries to be as subtle as he can as he checks his watch and tries to remember just how long that blue pill he took is supposed to last.

(If you ever wondered if I thought I was too good to make a Viagra joke, I guess you know better now.)

Speaking of BC and HX, they are indeed still cohabitating. Chloe is lecturing Xander on the proper way to hang a picture frame (since they're all falling off the walls now) and Xander is convinced that it's not his shoddy workmanship but an actual ghost.

And sure, you may mock this notion. I did for a minute, until I remembered that the character who got *by far* the most screentime on this show in 2022 was Satan. Yes, that Satan. From school. I mean, Hell.

As he talks this out, we realize that it's *kind* of a ghost in the Scottish play sense of the concept. He's still feeling guilty about his role in the death of Susan Banks (our cat's namesake). Which is valid. We did kinda gloss over that when it happened and it's not a bad thing to circle back to.

But I immediately jumped to *we never saw her body! She could be the Mystery Hostage aboard the USS Lobsterfest!! That's gotta be why the show is reminding us about her, right?!*

Wrong. It's not Susan *or* my dark horse theory, Jan Spears. Why did I even bother hiding that in a spoiler tag yesterday?!

Von Leuschner, who is getting hotter to me with each passing day, reveals that his hostage is, in fact, Andrew. A character we've only recently met and who I'm only a little interested in because he's part of a gay couple and the show is running dangerously low on boys who kiss each other right now.

But I don't particularly care that he's being held hostage . Not when I thought of two much better possibilities right off the top of my damn head.

We also spend some time with Megan and Kristen in prison. Being, as they are, ostensibly sisters (albeit sisters who only recently met and weren't even aware of one another's existence before this year), they do what adult siblings do and pretend to show interest in each other's personal lives.

Kristen reads a letter from her daughter, Rachel, who gloats about finally breaking up her dad and That Bitch Chloe. (These are essentially eight year old Rachel's words. I would never.)

And Megan reveals that she's connected to Von Leuschner who, *btw, is actually your nephew, Kristen*. I then spent 5-10 minutes going through all the DiMeras we know and trying to work out whose kid he is. And then we find out *Megan* is his mother and I feel like a real stupid.

Having gotten the Salem Resurrection Phone Tree started to inform her massive network of relatives that she's still alive, Kate now settles in to enjoy some alone time with Roman.

"I want something," she says, and waits patiently as Roman cycles through food ("I had lobster on the boat"), a shower ("I showered on the boat, before I got into this fancy dress to eat lobster") and sleep ("not tired.")

Roman. Buddy.  She hasn't seen you in *months*. She made exactly one call before turning her phone off and putting the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the hotel room door. *She wants. To. Fuck.* What in god's name is wrong with you, man?!

#Days of Our Lives #DOOL #soap opera #Peacock

[kaylawritesfics]

traitor || j.m

summary: jj moves on too quickly, while you can’t seem to move on at all.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, mentions of marijuana use

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

a/n: this is based “traitor” by olivia rodrigo bc i’m obsessed with her and it has probably been done before but I like the idea. i’m not sure how much I like this but its 3am so i’m posting it anyway.

requests are open :)

word count: 1,044

*not proof-read*

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies

Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew

That you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse

I kept quiet so I could keep you 

“I’ve been excited to see you all day,” JJ had a goofy grin plastered on his face as he watched you hastily set down the cooler of beer you had been holding and run straight into his embrace. 

“I haven’t heard from you today, I was starting to think you ran off,” you lightly scolded JJ, nudging his shoulder. A guilty feeling erupted in his stomach and a nervous smile found its way to his lips. You pretended not to notice the blush that crept up his neck.

“No way, babe. If I run away, I’m taking you with me.” 

The pogues watched the interaction from the dock.

“Ew, this is so sappy. I think I’m gonna vomit,” Pope fake gagged, watching you giggle as JJ placed kisses all over your face. John B grimaced and nodded, flinching away as Kie slapped his shoulder.

Sarah grinned wildly as she watched the scene unfold.

“They’re good for each other,” she leaned into John B and rested her head on his shoulder.

The memory made you sob now. You had always thought that watching JJ fall in love with somebody else was the worst pain you’d ever feel, but watching him pretend to still be in love with you somehow felt worse. 

The lies and the guilt were almost too much to handle as you both pretended to be happy, not only for your friends’ sake but also your own.

You knew that JJ was sneaking around with some kook girl. She was a friend of Sarah’s. Her name was Hannah or something. Sarah had brought her along for a beach day a couple of weeks back and she and JJ had hit it off pretty well, sharing a blunt and laughing about god knows what. 

You weren’t stupid. You saw how he looked at her and how he listened so intently to every little thing she said.

JJ changed after that. He missed more dates, never showed up at the Chateau anymore, and was secretive. 

You knew deep down that he didn’t love you anymore but neither of you wanted to admit it and JJ was damn good at pretending like he still was, so nothing changed.

And ain't it funny

How you ran to her

The second that we called it quits? 

“When did you stop loving me?” You croaked out, your wet eyes stared holes through JJ. Another minor argument had ended in a screaming match.

“What? I do love you,” JJ insisted, his hands grabbing at your own. Tears filled his eyes. The moonlight reflected off the water as you stared out at the ocean.

“No, you don’t, JJ,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face as you slowly shook your head. 

JJ let out a choked sob and laid his head in your lap.

It took you two weeks

To go off and date her

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

Sarah stroked your hair softly as you sobbed into her lap. Kie’s hand ran up and down your back soothingly. JJ’s Instagram post was tattooed in your head. His hands rested on her waist and he grinned as they shared an ice cream cone. You were almost positive you had the same picture of the two of you on your Instagram two weeks ago.

John B had taken the role of “protective big brother,” furiously pacing throughout the living room of the Chateau, already plotting JJ’s murder in his mind. Pope played the peacemaker, attempting to calm John B down before he committed a crime.

“It’s been two weeks,” you sobbed, hugging Sarah tighter.

“He’s a fucking prick,” Kie muttered angrily.

Now you bring her around

Just to shut me down

Show her off like she's a new trophy 

The atmosphere was awkward as the bonfire crackled. John B and Kie sat on either side of you, muttering quiet reassurances. She hung off of JJ’s arm, laughing obnoxiously every time he whispered in her ear. His necklace was dangling around her neck. It all made you sick to your stomach. 

“We’re gonna head out,” JJ announced, standing up and playfully tossing her over his shoulder. Her loud laugh rang through the air as nobody said anything. JJ’s eyes fell on you, lingering for a moment before he regained his confidence and stalked off, the blonde girl on his shoulder bouncing with every step he took.

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

You'd talk to her

When we were together

You gave me your word

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

To go off and date her

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor (ah-ah-ah)

Yeah, you're still a traitor 

JJ softly sat down beside you, his messy blonde hair fell in front of his face as he never looked up. He ran his hands through the soft sand, refusing to make eye contact with you as he struggled to speak.

“You deserved better,” he finally admitted, fiddling with a ring on his finger.

“Oh, bullshit, JJ,” you rolled your eyes, standing to leave. His hand grasped your wrist as he looked up at you pleadingly. You sighed and retook your place in the sand. 

“I loved you, Y/N,” he spoke softly, eyes glossing over with tears.

“Then why’d you let her come between us?” you pried. JJ didn’t answer, lowering his head in shame.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. You could feel JJ’s eyes on you. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re still in love with me.” 

“Maybe I am,” JJ’s hopeful eyes never left yours as he spoke slowly.

“No, JJ,” you scoffed, shaking your head.

“Y/N, please-”

“It’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.” You stood up, letting your legs carry you away from the beach and away from JJ. 

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you 

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[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "you accidentally get sent into the future and see how you both turn out.”

♡ pairing: dick grayson (anyverse / nightwing) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “I said that’s life and as funny as it may seem, some people get their kicks stomping on a dream but I don’t let it get me down cause this fine old world keeps spinning around.” 

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / again like what I said with my Jason fic, you don’t necessarily use the TITANS universe to imagine this fic. i just used this version of dick for no reason. 

“god, this is the last time I do any kind of work with ANY OF YOU!” you yelled at Dick as he bit on his inner cheek. all of you had been fighting off a bunch of crooks and at first, you thought it was okay.....that was until one of the crooks pulled out his hidden magical abilities, “at the very least, we could’ve called Klarion for help!” 

Damian gave you a look as if what you were saying was stupid, “I’M JUST SAYING! WE’RE ALL FUCKING HUMAN AND ZATANNA ISN’T EVEN IN THE COUNTRY TO HELP!” you yelled back. 

Dick was trying to remain calm as he hadn’t seen one of the criminals approaching him. he was too busy charging one that was heading towards you. you; however, had saw them out of the corner of you eye and practically sped to Dick which is what the criminal wanted. 

he wanted you and Dick out of the way in order to get Damian trapped. as you and Dick had passed each other with the notion to save each other, the crook pulled out a gadget that opened up a portal. 

“NIGHTWING!” “( YOUR HERO NAME )!” 

+

the two of you went to grab each other but it was too late. you and Dick had gotten sucked into the portal as you let out a piercing yell. Dick tried grabbing you, hoping that wherever the two of you landed, he would get the hardest impact. 

soon enough, both you and Nightwing collided with the ground. you instantly shot up, preparing to fight whoever was around. Dick had took in the surrounding and whispered that the two of you were safe. 

“where the hell are we?” you asked, trying not to panic, “we need to find another portal back. Damian is on his own!” you fidgeted with your fingers as Dick waved you off. 

“if anything, Damian might be more in his element,” he whispered, “you forget how Damian grew up. I think he’ll be fine. he probably already called Bruce or one of the boys.” you tried to figure out how the hell Dick was so calm about the situation. 

Dick took off his mask as you followed along, “I think are biggest issue might be trying to figure out what year he took us too. I can’t imagine he took us in the past so we might just be in the future,” Dick explained. 

both of you walked down the hill that you had landed on and saw you were in Bludhaven, “I think we’re in your home territory,” you murmured. Dick sighed in relief. he was more relieved that both of you landed in his hometown because had you landed in Gotham, he felt like that would’ve landed you in more trouble with the Bat, “I didn’t think Bludhaven was this ran down,” you told Dick. 

“hey!” he exclaimed, “it isn’t as bad as it looks!” you giggled trying not to catch attention from anyone. the two of you made it down the hill when the realization hit you. Bludhaven had snow falling all over the town and you nor Dick were even mildly dressed in clothes to handle the cold. 

“do you have clothes in your apartment? it’s freezing out here!” you exclaimed. Dick gave you the side eye, “I do but if we landed in the future, my future self might be there. we can run into a store and get clothes there.” 

“and do you have cash? bc if you’re carrying a debit card, that would be really weird to see a transaction from the future,” you replied. Dick took out his wallet and pulled out a crisp 100, “I stand defeated,” you murmured. Dick rolled his eyes as the two of you saw a department store at the corner of the street. 

before you could pull in, you heard someone scream you hero name, “hey! those are sick cosplays!” they said running up to you. you gave him a confused look before realizing, you had to pretend that you weren’t actually yourself, “thanks! it took a lot of work,” you tried to say. 

“I bet. it looks super realistic too! ever since she stopped fighting, it’s been super weird not seeing ( your hero name ) around.” you stood confused, wondering what he meant by that, “oh! you’re supposed to be Nightwing! that’s awesome! do you think I can get a picture!” he asked. 

you looked to Dick who just shrugged and agreed. the two of you smiled for the photo as he scanned it, “thanks! I swear, you look exactly like her too! but clearly that can’t be right since the actual ( your hero name ) is pregnant allegedly!” he said as he turned around to leave. 

“pregnant?” you yelled, holding onto Dick who was laughing hysterically, “it’s not fucking funny! I’m pregnant in whatever year this is!” you yelled. Dick could see the panic in your eyes, “he never said it was actually true. he said it was alleged that you were,” Dick tried to emphasize. 

you walked into the department store, which ended up being a Target, and ran to the women’s section, wanting to get out of your hero costume as soon as possible. once you and Dick grabbed the clothes, he quickly paid for it before the two of you darted to the bathrooms to get dressed. 

you managed to come out faster than Dick as you held onto your costume by hand. with curiosity plaguing your mind, you saw a magazine and looked at the date. 

December 22, 2024.

you sighed in relief. the two of you had only gone three years into the future which was a good thing....right?

“we’re three years into the future,” you told Dick. he nodded as you walked outside, “we can check if future you is actually home and if he’s not, you making some portal to get us back home!” you threatened. 

“at this rate, I would’ve preferred if Damian would’ve been the one to come along,” Dick retorted. you pushed him to street, making him stumble over his feet, “say some snark shit again and see where that gets you,” you told him, “plus, you think I want to get stuck in the future with you? I would have preferred Jason if we’re going to be honest. at least he would’ve been more entertaining to be around.” 

Dick remained quiet, not knowing how to respond. 

the two of you had a weird relationship with each other. at times, the two of you got along, to the point where some thought the two of you were together while other times, you practically hated his guts. no one knew why the relationship was this way but his heart felt a pang as you confessed that you would have rather been here with Jason than him. 

“way to kill a mood,” Dick said. you rolled your eyes, “you literally just said you’d rather be with Damian! don’t blame me for this shit. plus, if it wasn’t Damian, I’m sure you would wanted Starfire next,” you added on. 

Dick looked at you stunned, “what makes you say that?” he asked. you rolled your eyes, “please, it’s not hard to tell that you and Star have a thing for each other,” you said, this time more quietly than before. Dick didn’t know how to respond but quickly for him, he didn’t have to. the two of you had arrived to where lived or at least hope he still lived there. 

the house wasn’t big, not in the slightest; however, it was big enough for him on his own. the two of you looked inside of the window and saw that someone was facing their back towards it. 

“whose that?” you asked Dick. he shrugged, half of him annoyed at you and the other half not knowing who it actually was. the two of you remained looking at the person, hoping they turned around so you could get a look, “it looks like you if I’m going to be honest,” Dick replied. 

you sighed, “I don’t think it is but sure,” your statement was quickly taken back as the person finally turned around. it was in fact you...fully pregnant and opening up the window. you let out a piercing scream as Dick quickly covered your mouth, trying not to get caught. 

“can you shut the hell up?” he whisper screamed, “you’re going to get us caught!” he continued. you took his hand off your mouth, “do that shit again and you’ll be dead before you can even see your future self,” you threatened, “plus! that’s me! pregnant as fuck!” 

Dick tried not to laugh at your last statement but couldn’t, “if you’re pregnant, I wonder whose kid it is and why the hell you’re even at my place,” he wondered, “it’s probably yours,” you joked, making the both of you laugh quietly. 

you remained looking through the window, watching as you stood up and got different things from a box. you were whispered things you couldn’t exactly heart but one thing you did notice was the huge ring on your left finger. 

you whipped your head to look at Dick as his eyes widened. his future self had walked into the living room, giving you a peck on the cheek before bending down and kissing your stomach, “hey bubba! treating your creator well?” he asked. 

both you and Dick looked at each other speechless as you put two and two together. you were pregnant....with Dick’s child, “you better because your mom might kill me if you’re giving her a hard time,” he joked before placing a kiss on your lips, “we should eat before John gets hungry and your dad thinks we ditched out on the plans,” you mentioned. 

“John?” you whispered to yourself, wondering why the hell you named your future kid John, “John was my fathers name, you know, before he passed,” Dick confessed. your eyes widened, “oh, is it?” you murmured back, not knowing what to say. 

the two of you walked closer the door as you noticed your belly again. it was bigger than you realized as Dick had to help you down the stairs. you watched yourself get into Dick’s are as you were struggling to put the belt around you. eventually, Dick drove away and left the two of you alone again. 

the air was thick with silence as you had no idea what to say, “parents huh?” Dick asked with a chuckle of nervousness, “yup....and you’re the dad,” you added on. Dick nodded as you sat on the curb with your hands on your knees, “and you’re the mom,” he replied. 

you let out a laugh of disbelief as you couldn’t make up anything to say, “crazy right? I think we’re married too,” you finally looked at Dick as he stared at you, almost lovingly, “is there an issue with that?” he asked as seriously as possible. you shook your head no, “nope. just weird that we were the ones that ended up married and having kids together,” you said. 

Dick slowly grabbed your hand and held it softly. 

“I mean it could be weirder...it could have been Jason or Tim,” he said out loud. you shrugged, “I mean, that would have weird too,” you played with Dick’s fingers and bit your lip, “I guess we should try and find our way back? we wouldn’t want to change the future,” you gave Dick a hopeful look. 

he nodded as he helped you up but without hesitation, he pulled you in for a searing kiss, “I’ve been meaning to do that for a while now,” he whispered as he put his hand on your cheek and caressed it softly with his thumb. 

a few seconds later, both of you saw a portal opening with Damian screeching from the other side of it, “COME ON YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS!” he yelled dramatically. you laughed, looking to Dick, “you heard the boy, let’s get the future started,” Dick nodded grabbing your hand and stepping into the portal. 

#DC imagines #DC comics #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #comics

[blackradandmad]

why blippi is rotting yr children's brains

preface: i literally expect no one to read this. it is an essay length, strong opinion piece critiquing a niche youtube-based children's show that i don't expect most of y'all to even have knowledge of lol. but like, i promise that even if you know nothing about what i'm talking about, in my incredibly, super humble opinion, it's a good piece of writing and interesting nonetheless. anyway if you read this whole thing for some reason yr really hot and we should kiss.

i thoroughly vet everything my child watches before he watches it, episode by episode. and we rarely watch youtube for entertainment; we usually just look up educational videos when he has a question about something and wants more detail than i can provide him. and that's mainly because children's content on youtube is so fucking troubling and distressing. i don't judge parents who give their children a tablet at a restaurant at all bc i've been there and sometimes it's easier on everyone to just put on a video and avoid a giant scene, but i do judge parents who just leave their children alone with youtube kids on autoplay.

take stevin john, a literal millionaire who got famous from dressing up as a silly character called blippi and going on tours of places like aquariums, zoos, construction sites, etc and posting it on youtube. this has branched into a whole empire of blippi videos, hulu shows and specials, live shows and tours (that he outsources to another character actor), merchandise and so on. this 30-something year old man cites his main influence as being mr. rogers, but i question if he's ever even seen an episode of that program.

mr. rogers had no background in early childhood development or media production, but he revolutionized the world of children's media, because he respected his audience and didn't shy away from real world situations, all while creating a show with an enormous heart. mr. rogers begins his episodes by inviting the viewer in, literally changing his attire to be more comfortable, and talking about/doing things he genuinely cares about. whereas mr. rogers calmly and maturely addresses the viewer, blippi puts on a high pitched, contrived voice, interjecting every other sentence with a forced exclamation such as, "teehee! we're having so much fun!"

i don't find it a coincidence that john (blippi) is a veteran, either. his videos are completely devoid of the absurd, abstract, childlike thinking that makes children's media fun, creative, and entertaining. his thinking and process is methodical, devoid of emotion, and very superficial. this line of thinking clearly shows the kind of creative sterilization and emphasis on sameness and conformity instilled in the military. blippi simply observes things and interacts with them in a stale, matter-of-fact way. "this ball is purple! this ball is pink! anyway... what's over there? teehee! a car! vroom, vroom!" objects are colors, toy cars don't do anything but drive, curiosity is simply not encouraged.

he uses the "it's educational!" excuse to hide the fact that his show lacks everything that makes media a valuable resource for children to consume in the first place. further than identifying colors, numbers, and the occasional letter or shape, there is just this total lack of children's need for social and emotional development. when mr. rogers breaks the fourth wall to address the viewer and let them know they're special, it feels authentic and natural, because we've spent the last half hour building whole worlds with diverse characters and unique stories in a pretend neighborhood, learning about and enjoying different musical instruments, being exposed to and making friends with (even if parasocially, it is still a real bond to children when done properly) children who are similar to us in character regardless of physical or environmental differences, feeding the fish, making art together, and so on. when blippi tells the viewer, "you are very special, and i enjoy spending time with you!" it falls completely flat and feels unearned, because the last half hour was spent running around a soft play center pointing at bright, colorful objects, visiting interesting locations like farms or fruit production factories while failing to acknowledge the humanity of the humans actually working there (everything is machine or product focused; the human workers are simply an extension of the machine), learning "fun facts" about elephants that just list attributes of elephants, not taking the opportunity to inform the viewers of elephants' intelligence, or diet, or matriarchal society. it is a loud, sensory overwhelming display of a man so disconnected from the social and emotional needs and desires of children that he assumes they're stupid, easily entertained idiots who only need some silly dances and fast-moving cartoon graphics to give their attention (meaning time and desire to purchase products meaning $$$). john clearly views his audience as a means to gaming the algorithm and ultimately a paycheck by the hollow way he addresses them.

the show is so narcissistic, so focused on all the fun blippi is supposedly having, but he lacks any of the character traits that make individual children's show hosts memorable, so much so that he was able to have someone else who doesn't even vaguely resemble him dress as blippi and impersonate him and host the show or appear at live shows, and it went unnoticed by most of his toddler and child audience. the show is so formulaic and the character of blippi is so unmemorable that instead of taking the blue's clues route of developing a story of the host leaving for college and his brother now stepping in, or making some sort of believable excuse for the change in actors, they can simply swap him out with some random guy and not acknowledge it at all. although a comedy show for older children, the amanda show in no way could or would try to replicate the show with the same name but swapping out amanda bynes with a random teenage girl who is clearly not amanda bynes. it's weird and nonsensical and shows that his character is so much of a farce put on for a paycheck that not even his dedicated audience is affected or even cares when he is replaced by a random, unknown person.

this is completely garbage content made by an opportunist with no experience with children who saw his nephew watching children's youtube content, took it at complete surface level and still hasn't realized that while children's content only looks and feels so easy, entertaining, and enriching because it is so hard to do well. even with outsourcing his music, that aspect of the show still sucks. famous and successful children's musician, raffi, is known for his song describing the life of a little white whale, called "baby beluga." it opens with a calm strumming of his guitar, followed by the lyrics, "baby beluga in the deep blue sea/swim so wild and you swim so free/heaven above/sea below/and a little white whale on the go." is it silly and kind of pointless? yes, but the point is that he is captivating children and showing them the fun of listening to music, dancing, singing, and appreciating art. the "excavator song" featured in an episode of blippi about construction vehicles opens with what sounds like a default garageband loop and the flatly sung lyrics, "i'm an excavator/i'm an excavator/hey dirt, see you later/i'm an excavator." i don't feel i have to meticulously analyze the aforementioned lyrics; the stark contrast should speak for itself.

i have a million more criticisms about both blippi specifically and youtube children's content as a whole, but this is already so long and i doubt many people will get this far anyway. it's an issue i was completely apathetic towards until i had my own child and had to wean him off these kinds of junk food shows because i realized the fast-paced visuals and bright colors and repetitive songs/lyrics were putting him in this spaced-out, fugue state, and he thought he could demand this show or that show whenever he wanted. the moment he started regularly yelling things like, "watch! cars!" or "no! click it!" i knew i had to be a lot more invested in the things he watched even if just for entertainment or as a soothing message. i showed him an episode of mr. rogers yesterday and feared it would be too slow to hold his attention, but he was mesmerized, greeting and interacting with mr. rogers verbally, asking me, "what's that?" to different objects on the screen. since purging this low-brow children's entertainment, he has had a noticeable increase in attention span and concentration, can focus on a task for longer amounts of times, is more likely to "read"/look through books without me initiating it, and doesn't throw a fit when the tv/my laptop is off.

i just know that for me, growing up with so much unsupervised internet access definitely led me to real-world pain and consequences, and it seems like now children are born with an iphone as an extension of their arm. if my child is going to be consuming videos, i'm definitely supervising every second and am going to be highly critical of the videos and the credentials (or lack thereof) of the creators and team behind it. but i also know, from pure observation admittedly, that parents letting youtube kids autoplay parent their children for hours at a time is not an uncommon occurrence. and it worries me that a generation of children are being raised on videos that rely on being as loud and bright and superficially enjoyable as possible. what's the use of a child knowing their colors and alphabet if they don't know how to treat people with kindness and empathy and respect? there is something wrong for a children's show host to plug the spelling of his name at the end of his videos ("well, that's the end of this video. but if you wanna watch more of my videos, just type in my name! can you spell my name with me? b-l-i-p-p-i!") after essentially rotting his audiences' brains for a half hour. there's something so insidious about the prioritization of naming different parts of construction vehicles over honest depictions of and conversations about dealing with feelings, or why someone with autism may act differently than you, or what to do when you feel lonely, or ways to make art and express yrself creatively. also, not to mention the blatant police propaganda and outright worship is seriously jarring; as a black mother to a visibly non-white child, i cannot sit there and watch blippi show kids how to be a bootlicker for the shittiest profession on earth, but that could be a whole essay in and of itself.

anyway, thanks for reading, if yr looking for quality children's content, i recommend, in no specific order: mr. rogers, sesame street, the electric company, molly of denali, daniel tiger, bluey!, blue's clues, the odd squad, word party, trash truck, puffin rock, uhh... that's definitely not an extensive list but that's just off the dome!!! ok bye y'all <333

#lil rambles #long post t #idk why it's formatted like this ig cos i copy pasted from my fb? #whatever anyway idk why i waste my writing skills on shit literally nobody else but me cares abt #blippi #children's television

[collecting-stories]

3 am - JJ Maybank

Request: hey! if you’re taking requests could you write something where the reader and jj are dating and jj starts to distance himself from them and the reader is freaked bc they think he’s gonna break up with them but he actually just is scared to tell them he loves them 🥺👉👈 

A/N: Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out!!

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You stared at your phone, messages open to the most recent string of texts you had sent to JJ. You were trying so hard not to be ‘one of those’ people but it had been almost three days since you had heard from him and the sudden drop off the face of the earth had you thinking the worst. Reaching out to anyone else hadn’t helped, Kiara and Pope hadn’t seemed to notice anything off about their best friend and you read the text between the lines. Ghosting was just JJ’s thing, relationships with him didn’t last long and this one had lasted the longest that they’d seen.  

Part of you thought that maybe you should just take this as an out, a painless one because you didn’t have to hear him tell you he didn’t like you anymore or that ‘this wasn’t working’. So maybe you should’ve just taken the out but you couldn’t. You liked JJ and you wanted some kind of explanation, even if it was just him breaking up with you.  

‘Can we please talk? This ghosting shit is really freaking me out’

The fifth in a small string of texts, carefully thought out in the beginning, trying not to badger him too much, until now...letting yourself sound desperate simply because you were. You weren’t expecting much of anything in return but, at three in the morning while you were laying in your room rewatching old episodes of Veronica Mars, your phone buzzed with a text from JJ.

‘sure. Meet me at hawks nest’

Two weeks of nothing but silence and finally he had responded. If it was anyone else in the world you would have had the good sense to ask them when, exactly, they wanted you to meet them, but you knew JJ well enough to know that he meant right then. Because he was probably laying around at John B’s wide awake and on the verge of sobriety.  

You dressed and drove to the Hawk’s Nest, parking near the sign and walking to the actual structure, using your phone as a flashlight in the dark. The ground was damp from the week of rain, coating your feet and sandals in blades of grass. JJ’s dirt bike was at the bottom of the wooden stairs when you got to them.  

“JJ?” You called, careful of the steps in the dark. Hawk’s Nest never really felt safe to you but you’d agreed to meet him here simply because of your desperation and rickety stairs wouldn’t deter you now.  

He was on the first platform when you got to it, sitting on the edge with his legs dangling over, his own phone flipped on its front, flashlight illuminating the dark. You turned your off and stuck it in your back pocket, walking over to him slowly. “Hey, uh, thanks for...meeting me.” You weren’t sure how to say what you wanted to, if you should dive right in with the heavy questions or act like you hadn’t been losing it over his absence in your life for the last two weeks.  

JJ had thought about ignoring the text, the same thing he’d been doing since he started avoiding you, but something about seeing your name pop up on his phone as he laid there on the pull-out at John B’s had him feeling desperate to see you. Fazing you out hadn’t been a gradual thing. Realizing that he had feelings for you, real, serious feelings, had been gradual. At first he’d ignored it and then when he couldn’t do that he tried to downplay it to himself but when other people started to notice he decided that all he could do was cut you off. He figured there would be nothing after that. A clean break, maybe a little shitty on his end but it would be easier if you thought he was just some asshole that was playing with your emotions and you didn’t know just how deep he was in this.  

But then you started texting him when he started ignoring you, asking if he was okay, asking his friends about him. You weren’t going to let him off that easy and he knew, sooner or later, he was going to have to face up to his feelings. He just wasn’t ready to hear you tell him that you didn’t feel that way because he was positive that would be your response. JJ was the kind of guy who was great for a few weeks in the summer but not the sort of serious boyfriend material that anyone would actually want.  

And he should’ve just ignored you but he couldn’t bring himself to. So he agreed to meet and he showed up at the Hawk’s Nest at three in the morning, sucking down the vapors from his juul and trying not to lose it completely before you even opened your mouth.  

But that was the thing, you were just standing there in the dim light from his cellphone, not saying anything.  

“So...what did you want?”  

“You weren’t answering me...I didn’t wanna bother you but,” you shrugged, unsure exactly how you wanted to word your sentence. What were you even trying to say to him? “I mean, I thought things were going really well and then you just kinda...ghosted me.”  

“Yeah.” JJ nodded. Maybe he could just pretend that he was in some weed induced daze, he practically almost was, and write off him showing up as a totally out of character moment. He could just respond to everything noncommittally and hope that you got annoyed enough to just leave.  

“Well I just..I don’t get it, I guess. I mean, what happened?” You asked, trying to get something more out of him.  

He shrugged, “don’t know.”

Your shoulders sagged and you clenched your fists, trying not to get too upset, or at least not more upset than you already were. You wanted answers and yelling wouldn’t get you anywhere, though JJ’s current approach to the situation had you wanting to shake him and make him understand how upset you were.

“Seriously Jay? Why did you even agree to meet me if you were just going to act like this?”  

“I don’t get why you wanted to meet up anyway.” He replied, turning more toward you. He pushed his phone away with his hand and for a moment he was shrouded in shadows.  

“Because you fucking ghosted me with no explanation whatsoever. I thought things were going really well but I guess I was wrong? I don’t get it, I’m sorry I don’t understand like...I really fucking love you and you just, dropped me like it was nothing.”  

JJ said nothing for a moment, finally pocketing the juul he’d been flipping around in his hands since you had arrived. He bit at the inside of his bottom lip, twisting the ring on his thumb as he tried to think of something dismissive to say. In all honesty, his resolve was fading, more so now that you had told him that you loved him. It was the insecurity over that very thing that had made him ghost you in the first place.  

“Whatever, I don’t even know why I bothered.” You said, turning on your heel and heading for the stairs. The silence hadn’t been taken the way JJ had meant it, as a stunned realization that you were in this as deep as he was. Instead you read his silence as rejection, leaving before he could see you cry.  

“No, wait!” JJ scrambled to his feet, grabbing his phone as he stood up, casting flashes of light all over the place as he ran down the stairs after you. “Wait, wait.” He reached you at the bottom step, stopping you at the ground level when he darted out in front of you.

“What JJ?” You hissed.

“Wait...I...” he took a deep breath, “I didn’t think you felt that way about me. I thought, I figured I was the only one feeling that way so I cut you out.”  

“Why didn’t you just talk to me?”  

“I didn’t want you to break up with me.” He replied, “I thought if you knew how I felt and you didn’t feel the same way then it’d be over.”  

“But I do feel the same way and you would’ve known if you’d talked to me instead of cutting me out and treating me like crap.” You said, “I really do love you JJ, but I can’t do this again-”

“You won’t. I won’t.” He promised. “I fucked up, I’m sorrry. Let me make it up to you, please.”

“Okay...but not at 3am...how about we get some sleep?” You offered, looking back to your car in the dark. You would figure things out in the morning, for now it was enough just to know that you and JJ weren’t over. Far from it. 

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[michelemoutons]

and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

shamelessly poached off of one of my text post edits

3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)

[4dtk]

b’day boy

anon: “hi hi hi hi!!! how’re you!! idk if you’re requests are on but!!! can i request smth where jaehyun thinks the reader forgot abt this bday bc she didn’t text him all day but she actually flys to seoul to see him?? basically johnny helped surprise him!!” quick pretend johnny is living on the same floor as jaehyun for this fic. enjoy anon! :-)

“hey! happy birthday, man,” johnny greets jaehyun, slapping him on the back as the birthday boy answers with a nod and a tired smile.

the dorm’s still quiet in the morning, save for the boiling water and the white noise from beyond the flat. the taller male doesn’t miss the way jaehyun’s smile drops, eyeing his phone a meter away from him in case the plan’s busted.

“hm… hyung, have you heard from (y/n) lately? i haven’t gotten her breakfast text, which is weird…”

jaehyun exits the messaging app for the umpteenth time, seeing if there was anything wrong with the internet or with his phone itself.

johnny shakes his head at the question, going back to prepare his coffee as he struggles to hold back a smile.

“sorry, jae, i’m not so sure about that.”

he saves his phone as it lit up right as you messaged, spamming to the poor guy about nerves and bizarre situations due to your overthinking mind.

(y/n) the homie: ?????? what ???? the hell do i wear!!!!!!!!

(y/n) the homie is typing…

(y/n) the homie: i’m trying to hard rn not to click on jaehyun’s name lol

(y/n) the homie: unnnnf i feel so bad johnny

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: u know for someone that has my contact name in wack ass emojis, i’m not gonna help you fashion-wise

johnny 🔥🥱🕴:  don’t worry k, plus it was ur idea!!!! how’s the packing coming along

(y/n) the homie: haha very funny, i am already on the plane mf

“john, hyung, you already made the reservation for tonight yea?” jaehyun asks sleepily, getting up from his comfy position on the table solely to get a chance at johnny’s coffee.

the other hums, having had made reservations for 12 people. sicheng was joining the boys for dinner tonight and taeyong was bringing his girlfriend as well, leaving one last seat for you.

one last text catches johnny’s attention, hoping all will turn out well tonight.

(y/n) the homie: i’m taking off rn, pls follow the plan or i think i’ll actually cry

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: is typing…

johnny 🔥🥱🕴:  overdramatic. i will, just focus on getting to korea safe yea

you leave it as that, buckling in and settled in quick well once the plane had reached a certain altitude.

the present you prepared couldn’t leave your mind, debating here and there whether jaehyun would like it or not.

would something go wrong? we didn’t fight before this, did we?

your thoughts travel everywhere, trying your best to relax while you find a film to distract you. soon, you ease into the movie and then, into a comfortable sleep.

it’s almost evening when the captain announces the landing in a few more minutes, bringing you to open the window.

although the clouds seemed to dance around the plane and the deep blue of the sky takes over the day, the sight provides little comfort as you practice your korean in the plane.

you repeat the restaurant’s address in your head even through immigration, steps unknowingly speeding up at how excited you were.

on the other hand, jaehyun gets more and more worried at the lack of texts, eyeing the single one sent early in the morning at 3am, while you bid each other goodbye on facetime. nothing seems to get him out of his daze, having been reminded several times of the car that was waiting for him.

as the manager wishes him a happy birthday, jaehyun could only thank him half-heartedly, staring down at his phone with a frown.

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: oh man you gotta have like a full on dance number when u enter or something. your mans can’t stop sighing at his phone like it’s a magic mirror

(y/n) the homie: oh nooo, crap, i feel so bad. i’m omw, gotta thank u for going over my korean before this flight

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: you learnt it from the best

(y/n) the homie: 🙄🙄🙄

your eyes pass through many different shops and districts, observing the busy streets of korea and it’s liveliness and wondering if you will ever be up to living in such an exciting country.

it was a long drive, your feet unable to stop moving while you kept yourself calm by counting the exchanged money over and over. a notification from @johnnyjsuh lights up your phone and brings you out of your anxiety for a bit, the instagram story filling up the screen as he records the grand restaurant that they would be dining in.

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: you here?

(y/n) the homie: yes, almost. this person right here is very jumpy and tense

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: breathe, i’ll give u the green light soon

(y/n) the homie: kk

with one foot out the cab, you find yourself needing to calm your heart, feeling the familiar heat and adrenaline rush through your body at seeing your boyfriend.

you eye your phone for the last time, entering on johnny’s cue to surprise jaehyun. with his back turned to the event room, your lips naturally curl into a smile as you watch him through the glass panel.

the gentle jazz pouring from the speakers give the atmosphere its intended ambience, as the boys catch up with sicheng and others converse with each other. they keep their cool according to plan as you enter silently, the gift clutched under your arm tightly.

“guess who?”

with your hands over his eyes, you can almost feel his shock.

“what... no way,” jaehyun’s jaw drops, gaining some laughs from the members as he turns around rapidly. his latches onto your smile, the corners of his lips slowly stretching into a grin before you stumble back at his embrace.

jaehyun holds you tight, as if you’d vanish once you left this room. his arms were wound around you all the way by the next minute, leaving you with no opportunity to breathe.

“babe, i can’t breathe,” you blurt out, making the male release you almost immediately before you attack with your own hug, loving how you could feel the rumble of his chest as he giggled.

“was everyone in on this?” you nodded as he turned to his members, most of them donning bright, sly smiles and jungwoo even winking when he met his eyes.

“y’all are incredible,” jaehyun throws his head back in laughter, an arm naturally encircling your waist as you pile your present with the other’s, making your way to your seat after.

dinner is filled with joviality and loud conversation, even coaxing johnny into revealing that he was the ringleader of the plan. the birthday boy applauds his subtlety, bringing the night to a close an hour or two later as each member finishes their share of the cake.

“i’ll come in later, you guys should head back first,” jaehyun states, pressing a kiss to your temple as the others bid you goodbye.

the lean into your boyfriend feels natural, the cool breeze brushing past your face as he interrogates you about you ghosting him.

“i was so worried, i honestly thought you forgot about me.”

you chuckle, “do you think i really could? when there’s valentine decorations everywhere? i wouldn’t forget it even if it wasn’t valentine’s,” you mused, matching up with jaehyun’s steps.

“it would be sad if my own girlfriend couldn’t remember when i was born.”

the two of you fall quiet, enjoying each other’s company as you stroll around the park near the restaurant.

“say, did you like the surprise?”

“like? baby, i loved it,” jaehyun pulls you in, the walk stopped short while he holds your freezing fingers, “thank you.”

you answer in the form of a smile, tippy-toeing to reach his lips halfway as the moon shines on. it settles your heart in familiarity and warmness, never losing that giddy fondness whenever you were with jaehyun.

“i’d travel anywhere to be where you are, jung jaehyun.”

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[mermaidssonshipss]

5 times they pretended they were a couple, and the 1 time they actually were

hello babes! so i got my first request and i’m super excited about it bc it’s such a cute idea lmao. i hope whoever sent this request sees this and enjoys it! I don’t know if the last one is exactly what you wanted but i hope it’s okay omg i’m nervous.

warnings: none really! maybe some cussing and the usual weed and alcohol reference but aside from that it’s chill. little mention of harassment (not from jj) at one point but not severe. 

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3,425 (this was so much longer than i intended i’m so sorry)

The first time JJ and you ever pretended to be a couple, you were 12, and he was 14. Your best friend, Layla, had just gotten her “first” boyfriend, and had been teasing you for not having one of your own. In a moment of blind rage at the girls teasing, you had approached JJ, asking him if he would pretend to be your boyfriend for at least a week, just so you could rub it in Layla’s face that you did, in fact, have a boyfriend. The two of you had known each other for a couple of years at this point, both of you friendly enough, and he was the only male you felt comfortable enough asking. JJ was slightly confused and apprehensive at first, but when you promised you would sneak him a plate of whatever your mom had cooked for dinner for a month, he agreed. 

For a week, JJ held your hand and pretended to whisper sweet-nothings in your ear whenever Layla was around, always trying to one-up her boyfriend with his actions. Strictly just to make Layla jealous, of course. Half way through the week, Layla had dumped her boyfriend, but you still made JJ carry out the full week, not wanting to be obvious about the fake arrangement. Once the week was up, you pretended to have a heated break-up, and all went back to normal.

The second time, JJ had been the one coming to you, begging you to be his girlfriend for the night. 

“Please, y/n,” he was pleading, his head darting around as he kept an eye out for the brunette haired touron that had been quite literally stalking him all week, “I already told her I had a girlfriend but she doesn’t believe me!”

“Because you don’t have one, Maybank,” you had laughed, taking a sip from the red solo cup in your hand as you watched him, raising your eyebrows in amusement at the panic on his face.

“I will do anything, y/n. It’s just one night, she leaves tomorrow! I just need to make it one more night!” The boy truly looked frantic as he begged you, and you blew out a breath of air, accepting you wouldn’t be hooking up with your own touron tonight as you finally gave in.

“Fine, but you owe me, Maybank.”

“Anything,” he smiled, his body relaxing finally and you simply rolled your eyes. 

You were confused as to why JJ, of all people, would pass on hooking up with a touron, but it wasn’t really any of your business, so you brushed the thought aside. The two of you were sat on a broken tree log, his arm dangling over your shoulder as you leaned into his side. The brunette in question was sitting across from the two of you, a deep scowl on her face as she studied you. 

“She looks like she’s going to rip my face off,” you whispered into JJ’s ear, a smile on your face as you pretended to say something cute. He glanced over at the girl for a moment before leaning his head down, his lips next to your ear as he spoke, his breath raising goosebumps on your already cold skin.

“She’s just jealous,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a look as you shook your head.

“Nothing to be jealous of,” you huffed, your eyes scanning JJ’s face, stopping on his nose as you took note of a few freckles spread across the little button in the middle of his face, “She’s gorgeous. She probably knows this is fake and she’s just waiting for the right moment to pounce. I mean look at her, and look at me.” 

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” his hand had fallen from your shoulder and was now wrapped securely around your waist, his thumb trailing over the exposed skin on your hip, “You’re the prettiest girl on this entire damn island.”

The third time, you had lost a bet. JJ was the best surfer on the island, but somehow he had wrapped you into a surfing contest, and if you lost, you had to be his girlfriend for an entire month. His friends had been teasing him lately about not being able to hold down a relationship, and he wanted to prove them wrong. So he went to you. As always, you gave him a hard time about it, as you did everything, but eventually gave in when he brought up the bet. You went into it, knowing he was going to win, but it made the situation seem a bit more fun.

“What if they know we’re lying?” Your leg was bouncing nervously as you sat on the couch at the chateau, the other pogues in the kitchen grabbing drinks.

“They don’t,” he had assured you, placing his hand on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding his hand up slightly, resting it on your thigh as the other pogues entered.

You were 3 weeks into the deal, and you were starting to actually grow feelings for the blue-eyed boy. The skin underneath his hand on your thigh literally felt like it was on fire, and when Kie offered you the joint in her hand, you accepted it, taking the longest drag any of them had ever seen you take, hoping it would help you push the feelings down. It didn’t.

The fourth time had been a year after the third time. You’d “broken-up,” but assured everyone it was a mutual and respectful decision. At that point, the group had already accepted you as a pogue, and you began to hang out with them daily. This didn’t help your feelings for JJ whatsoever, but you were a master at getting drunk at parties to push aside the jealously when you saw JJ with a touron. 

This particular night though, you were on one. You were absolutely irritated with pretending like you weren’t smitten for JJ, and you were also cross-faded as hell. It had been a very long time since you’d been this fucked up, but you didn’t care. As you watched with narrow eyes as some faux blonde bitch threw herself at JJ, you decided you needed more to drink. You stumbled slightly as you approached the empty keggar save for the boy giving out the beer, until you felt an arm snake around your waist. Your head snapped to the side and you were met with an unfamiliar face, a smirk on the boys lips as he grabbed the cup from your hands and took a swig from it.

“Hey, that’s mine,” you slurred, trying to step back, but his hold on you only tightened.

“What do you say we get out of here?” He was dragging you now, your feet stumbling slightly with each step he took. 

“No thank you,” you hiccuped, but he ignored you, proceeding to take you behind the trees that were scattered behind the beach, “I need to get back to my friends,” you slurred as he pushed you up against the tree, his lips pressing against your neck, “Excuse me sir,” you weakly pushed at his chest, but he was like a fucking leech against your skin, “I have a boyfriend.”

“Don’t lie to me, princess.” He had finally pulled away, a cocky smirk on his face, and you looked at him, disgust on yours.

“I do!” You shrieked defensively, “I have a boyfriend! He just... he went to get something from the car.”

“Is that so? Then where’s this said boyfriend at?”

“He’s right here,” JJ’s voice made an appearance and your head snapped to where he was standing, your eyes widening as you saw him before you broke out into a smile, “But she shouldn’t have to have a boyfriend for you to leave her alone when she says no.” He was stepping closer to the boy, whose name you still didn’t know, his chest puffing out and you watched as his fists clenched, ready to throw a punch.

“Not my fault you left your girl alone. If I had a girl that looked like her, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. Clearly you don’t care, so why not let me have a go?”

Even in your hazy state, you knew when JJ was about to burst and you threw yourself in front of him just as he started to lurch forward, your hands pressing against his bare chest. It was hot underneath your hands, his anger causing his body temperature to rise.

“Let’s just go,” you muttered quietly. He had stopped moving forward at the feeling of your hands on his skin, but his eyes were still glaring behind you, “Baby...” you whispered the pet name, and his eyes snapped to yours. You had never called him anything other than JJ or Maybank, and it caught him off guard, but he liked the sound of it rolling off your tongue. His jaw clenched and unclenched quickly before he nodded once, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

The fifth time, your family was coming into town, and you had been lying to them for a year now about having a boyfriend. They were old, so they didn’t have social media to check up on you on, so the lie had slipped passed your lips easily when they asked. They’d been ragging on you for months about it at that time, claiming that you were about to turn 20 and you still hadn’t had a serious relationship, so you said you did. And you told them it was JJ. Your parents had been amused and just went along with it, but as they were now coming to visit and expecting to actually meet JJ, you were panicking.

“Just ask JJ to pretend, you’ve done it before,” your dad suggested one night. You had told your parents about the few times you’d pretended to be with JJ, and they had always just laughed. They liked JJ, a lot, actually. They knew he had a rough home-life, and he didn’t always make the smartest decisions when he was younger, but they knew he was a good friend to you, and they were grateful for that. Now that he was 23, JJ and John B had gotten a place of their own together, and JJ had kept the same job for 3 years. He wasn’t getting into fights anymore, and his kleptomaniac phase had ended once he turned 18, realizing that if he got caught, he’d actually go to jail.

You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, your foot tapping the ground. Ever since that night on the beach 6 months ago, things between you had been weird. You couldn’t recall why, and when you brought it up to him he had just shrugged it off, saying nothing had happened. Rather than arguing about it, you just accepted his answer, but it stung every time he would go out of his way to not sit next to you, or how he couldn’t seem to make eye-contact with you. 

Deciding that you didn’t really have a choice, not wanting to deal with the bitching of your older family members, you sucked it up, jumping into your car and driving to his place.

“HEYYYY!” John B called when he opened the door before you could even knock, “I was just heading out, but JJ is in his room,” he messed up the hair on-top of your head as he walked past you, ruining the perfect messy bun you had created, and you huffed, stepping in and closing the door behind you.

You stood outside JJ’s closed door, your hand trained on the doorknob, gnawing at your bottom lip before forcing yourself to just go in. JJ was sitting on his bed, his phone in his hand, and you almost groaned at the sight of him in grey sweatpants and no shirt. 

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” you rushed the words out, getting straight to the point, and JJ’s head snapped up from his phone.  “I... what?” He honestly hadn’t really heard you, not really processing that you had been in his room and were talking to him at first, he’d just heard the word “boyfriend” slip from your lips. You huffed, stomping your foot on the ground as you let out a quiet whine, not wanting to repeat the words. He smiled at the action, finding you adorable.

“I know things have been weird or whatever but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. My family is coming into town and like maybe I told them we were dating a year ago and now they’re like. Coming. To town. To see me. And meet you. And I am not telling them we aren’t actually together because I am not dealing with that for a week,” you were talking fast, you now being the one refusing to make eye contact as your eyes flew around JJ’s room. You’d only been in it a handful of times, usually just to wake JJ up and drag him out of the room. Your eyes stopped roaming when they fell upon his bedside table, a picture of you and him resting on top of it. You were on his back, your face leaning over his shoulder as you laughed, and JJ was looking up at you with a smile on his face, his hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you from falling. Kie had snapped the photo when you two had been fake dating that one time you lost the surf bet years ago, but you didn’t know he had it, let alone printed it and framed it by his bed. Quickly you looked away, not wanting him to see what you were looking at, your eyes now trained on the window above his head.

“Okay,” he agreed, shrugging his shoulders as he moved off the bed, “Just like other times,” he was standing in front of you now, and for the first time in months, his eyes were on yours.

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to stop your eyes from roaming down to his chest that looked really nice and tan and honestly you couldn’t stop thinking about biting it.

Now, you two were hidden from your family in the living room as they conversed in the kitchen. Tonight was there last night here, and you were all getting together for a last dinner. They had absolutely loved JJ. He was charming, and he was so god damn convincing you found yourself forgetting he wasn’t actually your boyfriend. Until last night, when your cousin had questioned you about the fact that she’d never seen you two kiss. You had sputtered out some bullshit excuse about how you weren’t into pda, but you could tell she was suspicious. 

“I think my cousin is onto us,” you sighed, throwing your head back onto the couch.

“You always think people are onto us,” he laughed, and you turned your head towards him, glaring.

“Okay but I’m serious this time. She cornered me last night and I had to come up with some bullshit to satisfy her prying mind.”

“What did she corner you about?”

“Us not kissing,” you groaned, running your hands through your hair, “I mean I get it, couples kiss, but like. Maybe we just don’t like kissing. Why does she care?” you grumbled, your arms crossing over your chest as you pouted, and JJ just smiled.

Soon, you two had been called into the kitchen, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him. Before you could sit down though, with your cousin watching the two of you closely, he pulled you into him and placed his lips on yours.

You swore you felt your stomach literally drop out of your ass as his lips pressed against yours, but you snapped out of it quickly, resting your hand on his cheek as you returned the kiss. Your dad coughed quietly after a few moments, both of you too lost in each other to pull away, and you both pulled back reluctantly, sitting down. You ignored the questioning looks coming from your parents who knew it was fake, both of you acting completely normal as the night went on.

The sixth time you had been caught off guard by his presence. Since your family left, you hadn’t seen JJ. He was avoiding you, and to be fair, you were avoiding him. You couldn’t get the kiss out of your head, and neither could he. You’d accepted the fact that you’d probably just ruined your friendship, and you were currently sulking on your bed in one of his shirts after just getting out of the shower. It was his favorite salmon colored long-sleeved shirt, and it was huge on you. You’d snatched it months ago from his floor, and it had become your favorite sleep shirt as you didn’t have to wear any pants with it. Your wet hair was piled on-top of your head in a bun, your face buried into your pillow as your legs were spread out on the bed, your butt poking out from under the shirt, a pair of cute black lace panties covering it slightly. You heard your door open, but just figured it was your dad.

“Go away,” you grumbled, satisfied when you heard the door close. But when you felt the bed dip beside you, you groaned loudly into the pillow, getting ready to yell at your dad since you didn’t have pants on.

“Is that my shirt?” You froze, JJ’s voice being the one you heard instead of your dads. You turned your head slightly, one eye peeking out from the pillow, falling on JJ, who was looking at you with an amused smirk.

“....no....” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow. The smirk turned into a wide smile.

“Was wondering where it went,” he tugged at the edge of it, his fingers grazing the exposed skin on your ass slightly, “Didn’t think you were the thief to blame, though.”

You sat up now, facing him as you scrunched your nose up at him. You didn’t say anything, just looked at him and waited for him to talk. He sighed, looking away from you as he rested his elbows on his knees, his head hanging slightly.

“I don’t wanna be your pretend boyfriend anymore, y/n,” his voice was soft as he spoke, and your shoulders slumped slightly.

“I mean my family is gone for now...”

“I don’t wanna pretend to be your boyfriend ever, y/n. Even when they come back. I can’t keep pretending to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh.” You felt sick to your stomach, but what right did you have to be upset about this? At the end of the day, it was fake, and he didn’t owe you anything, “Okay. I understand,” you nodded, your voice cracking as you fought back the tears threatening to spill. He looked up finally, shaking his head as he looked at you.

“I don’t think you get it,” he was whispering now, and his hands reached out to grab at your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed with him as he laid your legs across his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as you looked up at him confused, “I don’t want to be your pretend boyfriend, because I want to be your real boyfriend,” your breath caught in your throat at the admission, his forehead now resting on yours, and a very small smile pulled at the corners of your lips.

“I have a secret to tell you,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly so your lips were grazing over his just ever so slightly.

“And what’s that?” His eyes were closed now, his hand resting on the back of your neck as his thumb caressed your jawline.

“I’ve wanted you to be my real boyfriend since we were 12,” he laughed, and then his lips were on yours. While the first kiss had been good, this one felt real. There was nothing hidden behind it. No feelings, no lies, just the two of you finally acknowledging the way you both felt about each other. This wasn’t pretend.

You’d been pining after him for 9 years now, playing games and pretending to be a couple, not realizing that every time you were pretending, both of you were falling harder.

You’d finally got the boy, and he’d finally got the girl.

#jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow x reader #outer banks x reader #jj maybank imagine #rudy pankow imagine #request!

[jaynovz]

The Black Sails Rewatch w/ Bob Commentary (s1 e1-3)

So I’m rewatching Black Sails and I’ve co-opted my spouse into it. I recorded his first impressions/commentary for my own (and hopefully your) amusement. Here are the first three episodes, hope you enjoy!

Ep1:

“Why would the captain of that merchant ship give his crew long barrel muskets instead of pistols? They’re clearly having a lot of trouble holding and aiming them in that tiny room. This is exactly why they specifically have pistols on a ship and not muskets. One is for long range and one is for short range”

“this is why Sea of Thieves is such a silly game. look how many ppl they actually need to crew a galleon. But that’s b/c you don’t respawn in real life”

About the initiation process with “blackbeard”: “honestly this is a very clever idea b/c it builds loyalty and those ppl who just joined from the conquered ship had a traumatic life experience, so give em a little tiddy. Also it encourages new crew members to spend their money on the island

brothel: lol first one’s free”

“Does John Silver himself even know wtf he’s doing”

“I’m betting on Flint for this fight, not only b/c he’s clearly the main char. But b/c Singleton… your face dude. Looks like you���ve lost a lot of fights”

“They named him Singleton b/c he’s in one episode”

“Silver: -after watching Flint beat a man to death- well mark me down as scared and horny”

Eps 2-3: (these got kind of muddled together b/c we watched them in a row and I wrote down the comments afterward)

“Did he just bellyflop off the side? You’d think someone we found on a ship would know how to dive. Dude’s gonna get a broken nose and have to go to the doctor, who will just give him a moist toilette bc it’s 1716”

about Flint: “every time I see him in that head scarf it looks so weird”

Eleanor to Silver: you better be worth it

“Bob: lol he is worth one potato”

about Vane: “sir have you been gargling rocks”

"I like Billy, he's trying so hard"

about Richard Guthrie “you’ve lost a lot of blood, and it’s 1716 so the best we can do is just… tell you that and put a damp towel on it”

about Flint’s requests for shot and cannons: “okay so why are they fretting so much more about the guns? That 1000 rounds of shot is way more expensive than the dozen cannons. Also, those guns couldn’t withstand that amount of shot fired out of them. Each cannon can withstand maybe 75-100 rounds before it needs to be replaced or…. More likely, explodes”

about Jack Rackham losing the 5000 pesos:

“all those pearls are still out in the bay… why don’t you just get a longboat and dive for them. You’re all pirates, you should know how to swim. It’s 15 ft of water dude and your problems are solved”

“These quartermasters are running around trying so hard just to get a WoW raid together like CAN I JUST GET 10 PPL TO SHOW UP. They’re corralling the captains like children lol”

“I don’t like any of Eleanor’s decisions. It’s like her go-to is all in, 0 to 100 and she doesn’t seem to have an accurate feel for her amount of leverage at any given moment. She could have just told Vane’s crew that they’d receive 10% less on their goods if they stayed with Vane instead of blacklisting them b/c that is actually achievable, but she just goes full hog every time”

about Rackham’s sunglasses: “He looks fucking ridiculous in those. Like, he already looked ridiculous b/c the mullet and the side burns but now he looks even worse. This is what you do when you’re trying to pretend you have a small head”

“Max has brass fucking balls”

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More to come! :D

#black sails #black sails liveblog #black sails rewatch #black sails s1 #liveblog #Bob likes boat stuff #charles vane #john silver #eleanor guthrie #james flint #jack rackham #black sails max #spouse

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TMA fics ive thought about/am writing

Crack fic where mister spider is martins adopted father and Jon wasn’t eaten as a kid bc Martin had a crush

time travel fix it but it’s season 5 jon in season 1 and it’s 99.99 percent just him being allowed to process his trauma

Martin and jon laughing about the fact they’re both trans and that martin had originally been planning on choosing the name John after keats

Ghost martin haunting jons flat, occasionally possessing him to take naps and eat, and jon stubbornly refusing to acknowledge he can in fact see this ghost and that this is weird

one of the boys (undecided) sends their consciousness back to season one and accidently body jack the other, there by trying to A) seduce themself as the other without getting too weirded out (oh yeah, did i mention the other persons consciousness is still in there? Because it absolutely is and they are just going “wtf are you doing with my life”) B) save the world and convince the others to do things that will aid that goal without telling them whats going on C) Don’t be suspicious. 

cat boy jon

Martin is beholding and has been all along, just forgot it, and it makes many of his interactions with jon very awkward bc like that’s his archivist thats a part of his fucking BRAIN wtf but also crush is still a thing WHAT

Web Martin but season one and he meets Jon for the first time in the tunnels and temporarily kidnaps him to heal worm scars

Based directly on @fakecrfan au of martin x tapes where beholding is in love with martin and uses all of the institute staff to try and woo him and stalk him as he freaks out that all his coworkers have been replaced or possessed or SOMETHING! Elias tried to tell him how attractive his bone structure was. Tim and Sasha keep trying to convince him tape recorders are sexy. Jon’s nice to him???????????????????

Dom sub?

Martin Time travel fixes it alone but refuses to actually interact with the people he’s saving so from their pov its “WTF. My job burned down and our boss blinded, and the next day all four of us got calls for the same job that none of us applied to” and also he’s in a band

I ALMOST FORGOT TO SAY MER MARTIN FUCK! He may be a giant mermaid i am undecided on that sorry i can not help my little gt heart

Jon finds his entire consciousness stuck in the tapes but doesn’t know that’s where he is, him and martin go on quest to try and find out what’s going on

Beholding Jon but like. Less monster more just general creepy.

CORRUPTION MARTIN BABY!!!!!!! THIS BAD BOY CAN FIT SO MUCH LETS HIMSELF GET INTO TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS IN HIM!

 Selkie au possibly? Had it planned forgot for who

Ghost Martin AGAIN but he has no idea he’s dead and has been haunting the archives the whole time bc WHY did they have “you didn’t die here did you?” ONLY TO HAVE LIKE THREE FICS OF GHOST MARTIN IT’S LUDICRIOUS

leitner of small your archivist

borrower jon but everyone knows about borrowers in this universe 

EMPATH JON EMPATH JON EMPATH JON!!!!! HE’S LIKE THAT WITH MARTIN BC STOP GETTING YOUR SADNESS ALL OVER ME IT’S UPSETTING PLEASE JUST GO AWAY I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS RN and also he seems so bad at emotions bc he can’t tell what he is magically knowing they feel and what is just body langue or whatever so he makes up for it by pretending to get zero emotions ever

Martin literally turns into a spider

beholding martin again but this time he’s like actually beholding and never been human and also still in love with jon so it’s spooky. He also does not understand why his archivist is unhappy with the apocalypse and demands he take back his gifts of more eyes. He thought they were rather cute >:(

Martin is unsettling but in really mundane funny ways. Example: they get stuck Michaels corridors where the doors won’t open, and he casually pulls an entire doorknob out of his pocket. Jon gets hurt and he whips out an entire liter of blood he just happened to have on him. Is he supernatural? Nope! Is this ever explained? Also no! He is just like that the little weirdo 

Good omens crossover where crowley and azi are certain jon and martin are an angel and demon but can’t settle on which is which, jon is certain they’re avatars, and martin realizes half way through what’s going on but purposely stirs the pot bc it’s really funny

Aro sasha and everyone being unsettled by not sasha having a bf for reasons they can’t figure out :’(

again inspired by @fakecrfan but martin x tapes season 4 and it’s just the tapes very little possession literally just tape recorders trying to seduce him poorly would be entirely crack

((feel free to ask about or talk about any of these please Im dying. If I post these I will try and remember to link them here))

#tma #my post #writing

[the-cookie-of-doom]

📖 alternate dimensions/time travel for Steter (me trying to narrow it down, did it work?)

alternate dimensions/time travel for Steter (me trying to narrow it down, did it work?)

NOW we're cookin! (Pasted it bc as soon as I opened the answer window, your ask disappeared. Might be because of the heading font?)

I've got exactly 1 AU that fits this desc: Survivor's Guilt. (Technically 2, but the second is more of a reincarnation type story)

This story has presented an interesting problem for me, because it's technically Pitch (Peter/Mitch), except Mitch is still Stiles; just Stiles from the future. Obviously he can't tell anyone he's from the future, so he falls back on an old nickname that predates Stiles; this one drawn from his actual name. His parents usually shortened Mieczyslaw to Mitch.

So: Stiles for younger self, and Mitch for future self, but they're both the same person.

The future... does not go well for the pack. They all get killed off one by one, until Stiles is the last one standing 10 years in the future. After he buries the last one, he can't take it anymore. He's the human, he never thought he would be the last one to survive. it's not fair. So he performs some forbidden magic to tear a rift in reality and travel back to the beginning, before it all started. Unfortunately it's not an exact science, so he ends up part way through season 1, once things have already kicked off. And his younger self is damn stubborn; he has to change his plans from staying away from the supernatural at all, to keeping himself and his friends alive.

I'm going to put the rest under a cut and just copy what I have from my notes, because it's much more organized!

Stiles is determined though. Mitch gets there shortly after Scott has been bitten, and the wolf is out of the bag, and Stiles is so fiercely loyal that he won't abandon his best friend. Mitch wants to grab him and shake some sense into him, but he's a stubborn asshole and that won't work. He tries to intervene in other ways when it becomes clear that Stiles will not be put off this course, tries to keep him far away from Derek. And hindsight is 20/20, he's able to prevent a lot of things. But a lot of things still work themselves out anyway, interdimensional lynchpins that will always happen. The Hales will always die, Scott will always get bitten, Stiles will always foolishly fall in love. And Mitch hates it, having to watch Stiles make all these same mistakes over again, because he's already lived them. He's seen the consequences play out, felt the pain of everyone he loves dying horribly, leaving him the only survivor because surviving is what he does, like a fucking cockroach.

The best he can do is try to teach him everything he knows, all the knowledge he's had to pay for with pain and blood, in hopes that it will prepare him for what's coming. And along the way, something starts to unfold between him and Peter and that is just... so complicated. Mitch doesn't want to deal with that, he knows he shouldn't get involved, he's fucked up enough with everything he's doing here, falling in love with Peter is the last thing he should be doing. 10 years ago, when he was still Stiles, bright-eyed and not destroyed by the world, the kid he sees running with wolves like it's no big thing, Mitch wouldn't have even considered it. He remembers how much he hated Peter, always suspicious, watching with a careful eye. It's a distant memory, like the ghost of once-familiar perfume. More fresh is the memory of his grief, when Peter picked the wrong moment to start being altruistic, and got himself killed for it.

But he's not sixteen anymore. He's not the same optimistic kid mooning over Derek's bad boy with a heart of gold schtick, thinking he can fix him and heal the damage done by Kate (and god help him but he did, somehow). He's older and jaded and bitter, and Peter is everything ne needs and doesn't want but does, desperately. Peter, so damaged that being with him is like looking in a mirror, because Mitch has lost everything too, can sympathize with Peter now in a way he never could before. Peter would do anything to get his revenge, and Mitch would risk everything, break every sacred rule of magic, to save the ones he loves.

Peter gravitates to Mitch, drawn to his pain like a moth to flame. There's something so familiar about him, but Mitch keeps everything hidden, doesn't let any of them get close, and Peter has always loved a challenge. A good mystery is just what he needs to focus on, to temper his more murderous impulses. Now that he's older, Mitch is less Stranger Danger and more reluctantly attracted, and it's so easy to let Peter in. To not be alone anymore, after so long. Of course Peter puts it together. He doesn't say anything at first, but he watches, sees the way Mitch and Stiles interact with the world, the way they mirror each other. Mitch isn't nearly so spastic, doesn't talk as much. he's not an anxiety-ridden teen anymore, he's a broken confident adult. But they have some mannerisms that are impossible to mistake, and Peter wonders how no one has put it together yet. Then he remembers that these are stupid puppies; Scott can't be bothered with anything that isn't up Allison's skirt, Boyd and Erica only have eyes for each other, Stiles is too busy not listening to Mitch to hear the way their verbal tics are exactly the same, and Mitch does his best to avoid Derek, the only other one who may notice. It hurts Mitch to be around him, because somewhere, that bright-eyed kid that's dead and buried still loves him, and the pain of losing him will always be an open wound. Scott thought it hurt to break up with Allison, but he doesn't know true loss. But he will. They all will in the end.

Mitch and Chris get on well of course. Chris is the one that trained him into the killer he is now, almost like a second father to him. Aside from Peter, Mitch spends time with Chris, warns him about the dangers Gerard represents, especially towards Allison. Chris isn't one to blindly trust, but he does investigate into the situation when dear old daddy comes kicking around.

And when Mitch sees his dad the first time... It's some innocuous meeting, maybe they're in a bar. They strike up a conversation, John offers to buy a round, and it takes everything in him to maintain his composure when all he wants to do is collapse into John's arms and cry, because the only thing worse than losing Derek was losing his dad, holding him in his arms as he bled out, hearing his breath stop, seeing the light leave his eyes. The nightmares of that night still haunt him.

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Mitch is gonna feel so conflicted about his attraction to Peter, especially at first. Bc part of him still remembers what it was like to love Derek but there is no way he's touching that with a 10 foot pole even if he's not the same kid that was in love with him, and maybe he wonders if he's just trading in for another Hale? that wouldn't be fair to anyone.

And like that is the least of his concerns, who knows what's going to happen if he starts something with Peter now. But he's been so lonely, starved for touch and affection. And Peter knows, he more than understands. He spent 6 years in a coma, longing for the same thing. He wants to give that to Mitch now, to both of them, if Mitch will just let him

it's a clusterfuck trying to deal with it, and Mitch is trying to fix things, but he doesn't know how. he's not omniscient. All he knows is that something went wrong, Y caused Z but he had no idea about X. He only knows the things he was directly involved in, and there are layers of schemes, unseen factors that will be uncovered this time around as fate continues to set itself straight even as Mitch keeps messing with the timeline

eventually Mitch has to admit that he wants what Peter is offering, desperately. He's not as cold as he pretends to be, and it's stupid to keep denying them both. He's already breaking every cosmic rule by coming back here to change things, and the universe keeps laughing in his face. So he may as well go all in here.

and maybe, briefly, Peter wonders if Mitch still loves Derek. But he doesn't; Stiles died along with the rest of his pack, leaving Mitch in his wake. Everything Stiles was is gone in him not everything, he's still fiercely loyal, hopeful beneath his jaded pessimism, enough to challenge the universe itself like Icarus on his waxen wings nothing left but the memories.

Mitch is reliving his own mistakes getting involved with Peter, just like Stiles is with Derek, and god knows what the consequences will be this time. But they can't be worse than any he's already suffered, the total destruction and devastation of everything he held dear, leaving him a burnt out shell of a man. Peter can empathize. Can't take his pain, but can maybe help to dull it, help shoulder the burden of it, show Mitch that he doesn't have to be alone anymore

And I think I know how stiles figures out Mitch is him: something happens. One day Mitch and Peter are just doing something, it’s a pretty normal day. But then something seemingly innocuous happens and Mitch has a moment of oh shit realization and he just takes off running because Stiles is in danger

Because you know, he doesn’t know the exact dates that things happened, especially in the beginning. It was so long ago. But something will happen, some small thing burned into his memory, and he’ll remember. And he doesn’t get there in time of course, the damage has been done. Leaving stiles with a wound to perfectly match a scar Mitch has from the same incident.

Mitch does manage to avert enough to change the future. But that means he doesn’t become who he is. If the pack doesn’t die, Mitch never comes to be, he never has to come back in time to change things, never falls in love with Peter. So he ceases to exist. But even though he fades away, the memories of him don’t.

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"We did it," Mitch gasps suddenly, eyes wide like he can't believe it. Something in him shifted, something intrinsic. Like a damn had broken and all of his suffering was washed away by the cool waters of relief and happiness, the kind he hasn't felt in years. Not since before he lost everything. "Peter!" And Peter is watching him with pure, unadulterated excitement, because they've averted the catastrophe that would have befallen the pack without Mitch's intervention.

And then Mitch starts to fade.

Peter is grabbing for him, but his hands pass right through like Mitch is just a ghost, and then there's less than that. His very molecules are ceasing to exist. He doesn't exist anymore, Mitch realizes. "I'm sorry," he tries to say, a second too late.

Peter is left standing there staring at nothing. An empty space. There aren't even any ashes to prove that Mitch had ever been there, vanishing between one heartbeat and the next.

Peter doesn't realize what's happened at first. Doesn't want to, his fast mind lagging behind. "No," he whispers. Everyone is staring at him. Stiles is looking on with mounting horror, Derek mirroring him. It's the Sheriff who catches him when he collapsed, arms strong around him. "No, no!" It's all Peter can say. This can't have happened, it's all a mistake. Mitch will come back to him, he has to. It can't end this way.

Distantly, Peter knows he's crying. John is too, Peter can smell his tears. Of course he is, he just watched his son fade out of existence. Of course, he still has Stiles, still gets to watch him grow. Peter has no one. Derek comes to him, followed by Stiles. He's crying too, on the ground with him. Derek has a hand on his shoulder. Melissa is covering her mouth with her hands, eyes glistening. Even Argent's stony mask has broken as Peter falls apart in front of them.

Peter throws his head back and roars, so loud it shakes the trees around them. The earth quakes, the preserve trembles in fear. But the world keeps turning, the universe continues on, ambivalent. What is one human life in the grand scheme of things?

Everything, he is everything.

#cookie writes #survivor's guilt #a nice little but of angst at the end there #thank you for the ask!

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Hi theree can i request something where teen shelby sis lives with tommy and grace, but she just dislikes her sm bc of what she did and doesn't recognize tommy anymore, so she runs away and changes her name n stuff cuz she wants tommy to feel kinda sorry for her amd revenge, with “I can’t pretend anymore.” and "I would die for you"

— TEENAGE RUNAWAY

Pairing: Shelby!Reader x Thomas Shelby

Summary: y/n is Tommy’s teenage sister, who starts to distance herself after Tommy marries Grace. Feeling like she doesn’t recognize her own brother anymore, y/n decides to run away in an attempt to get her brother’s attention.

A/N: I kind of struggled with this plot. This was my first longer type piece, so I hope you like it!

You hated Tommy’s big new house, with its big empty rooms. For whatever reason, Tommy had insisted you move in with him, probably thinking you’d be safer somewhere he could see you rather than anywhere else.

But this big new house wasn’t Tommy’s. It felt like your brother was pretending to be someone else. You missed the streets of Small Heath, missed the dirt and mud under your shoes. You hated having maids, hated how there were people at your beck and call. You felt trapped, but Tommy never seemed to notice. He was always spending time with Grace, anyway.

You avoided your brother’s new wife. No matter how many times Grace tried to  talk to you, you scuttled off, disappearing into your room. Like Polly, you refused to forgive Grace after she had betrayed your brother. Perhaps she had changed now, but you couldn’t never forget it. Polly always raised you to look after family, first, and you couldn’t see Grace as family.

You carefully pushed the door to your room open, checking the hallways to make sure no one was watching. Hiking your small bag higher up on your shoulder, you quietly began to tread down the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone up. You pushed the front door open, breathing in the cool night air, and finally, you felt free. You looked behind you, taking one last look at the house, before you sprinted into the night, sprinted away from the house and Tommy.

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“y/n?” Tommy yelled, marching up the stairs as he approached your door. He had gotten used to you not coming down for breakfast with him and Grace, but it had been an hour after he had eaten, and when he checked the dining room, your breakfast was left untouched. Reaching your door, he banged on it as he continued, “Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping!”

There was no response, and Tommy frowned as he opened the door. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw your empty bed, and he stepped deeper into your room. He looked around, noticing your open closet and clothes gone, before he stopped at your desk. 

There was a folded up note waiting for him, and Tommy hesitantly opened it. 

Tommy, I can’t pretend anymore. This new life isn’t me, and it isn’t you. Come find me when you’re yourself again. y/n.

Tommy let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He tucked the note into his pocket before making his way down the stairs, yelling for someone to bring his car around to the front.

“Tommy?” Grace emerged from their room, concern washing over her expression. “What’s going on?”

“y/n is playing bloody games with me, is what’s going on.” Tommy muttered, shaking his head. “I’ll be back soon. And keep an eye out for her in case she comes back!”

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Tommy frowned as he steered the car down the road, shaking his head as John and Arthur scanned the streets for any signs of you. Tommy gripped his hands tighter around the steering wheel as he continued, “That girl is going to be the death of me.”

“Be easy on her, Tom,” Arthur nudged him with his elbow. 

“Where the bloody hell is she?” Tommy frowned as he parked the car by the Betting Shop, where he saw Polly outside waiting for him. Leaning out the window, Tommy raised his eyebrow at her as he asked, “Well?”

Polly handed him a scrap of paper. “Check this address. Someone saw her headed there. She’s laying low with a friend.”

Tommy snatched the paper from Polly, and wasted no time stepping on the accelerator. Polly threw her hands up in the air, yelling after him, “A thank you would be nice!”

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You jolted upright as you heard the front door slam open, and you scrambled for your gun before realising it was only your brothers. You rolled your eyes as Tommy marched up to you, pointing a finger at you as he scolded you, “Don’t ever do something like that again.”

“Were you worried about me?” you asked, and Tommy shook his head.

“No, you just pissed me off.” Tommy responded. You flinched as he grabbed your face in his hands, and Tommy continued, “What are you playing at then, eh?”

“I can’t keep pretending to be something I’m not, Tommy!” you exclaimed, beginning to cry now, and Arthur and John awkwardly looked at each other as  they lingered in the doorway. “I hate your stupid house, and I can’t live with Grace. You try to be all fancy now, and it’s like I can’t even recognize you, Tommy.”

Tommy didn’t respond, obviously conflicted between his own sister and his wife. He pulled you into a hug, despite you trying to push him away, before you reluctantly stopped trying to fight him. Holding you, Tommy said, “You don’t want to live with me and Grace anymore, fine. But don’t tell me that you don’t recognize me anymore, y/n. I’m still your brother. Just because circumstances have changed, doesn’t mean that’ll ever change.”

He pulled away, holding you by your arms as he forced you to look at him. “And you’re my little sister. I would die for you, y/n, and we Shelbys have to stick together, yeah? So don’t go running off from me like that again.”

You nodded, and Tommy let out a small sigh of relief, pulling you into a hug again. And for the first time in so long, it felt good to finally hug your brother.

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