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violetpixiedust · 1 month

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thinking about spending a day at the beach with your bf jj and the rest of the pogues. ♡

18+. afab reader. no description of appearance. fluff/smut. use of ‘papa’ once, mentions of spanking. shy!kook!reader x dom!jj.

in between searching for the cross, evading the law, and intense fights with the kooks, a beach day was certainly a nice escape from an otherwise hectic lifestyle.

the sand is warm and pale beneath your knees as you sit in your cute little bikini beside jj’s damp body. he’s laid along a ratty old towel, littered with a few holes and fraying at the edges. beads of saltwater meld themselves within his tan skin from his previous surfing exertion, eager to soak up the sunlight with you now that he’s gotten his adrenaline fix. you had been searching for seashells and sea glass with kiara while the boys were out on the water. ending up with a good sized pouch by the time your boyfriend ran up to meet you on the shore, shaking out his soaking dirty blonde locks at you like a dog. squeals and joyful giggles left your lipgloss coated pout, strumming alongside the seagulls.

absentmindedly, you hum when your manicured nails sort through your small treasures, careful not to let them get lost in the never ending sand. it isn’t until you notice your boyfriend’s baritone voice humming alongside you that you burst into giggles. you meet his sea-foam blue eyes from where they peak out above his black sunglasses, frames falling to the bridge of his lightly freckled nose. one of your pearly teeth reach out to bite along your plush bottom lip, shyly taking in the handsome sight of jj laid beside you.

damp swim trunks hang low on his paler hips, golden happy trail leading you up to the toothpick balancing between his freshly licked lips. the pogue grins slyly in amusement, satisfaction at your sudden shyness running through his veins like the sweetest high. “c’mere, princess. up.” you don’t have time to check for the whereabouts of your friends before the large palm of jj’s hand crudely reaches underneath your thigh, skin burning as he leads you to straddle his torso. you briefly hear pope gagging and john b’s amused laughter behind you, but ultimately choose to ignore them when jj’s calloused fingertips reach out to play with the hem of your swimsuit, effectively distracting you. “‘gonna show me those pretty little rocks takin’ up all of your attention now?”

you nod with a soft smile, shyly avoiding jj’s heady gaze for a moment, unknowing to the way his expression softens incredibly at the sweetness emitting from you. floaty and radiant, like his own personal angel. his calloused thumbs rub soothing circles along your hips as he watches you begin to explain each piece of sea glass you chose, head feeling as if it were underwater still with how gorgeous you are. his ringed fingers faintly shake when he thinks about how undeserving he is for someone like you. an angel from figure eight. outer banks pride and joy. who used to send him a shy little wave at the boneyard, eyelashes fluttering when he would wave back, his split lip pulling up into a smirk at the dazed look that overtook you. the girl who now jumped onto the back of his bike in boarder-line scandalous mini skirts, sweet and powdery perfume clouding the pogue’s judgement for a second too long. until your freshly done nails would dig into his waist, melodic voice urging your pogue boyfriend to hurry up and drive. the overprotective housekeeper would attempt to chase after the two of you with a broom in her wrinkled hand, before being buried by the dust billowing beneath the bike’s spinning wheels every single time.

it isn’t until you hold up a few pieces of sea glass to the side of his face with a cheer of excitement that he tunes back in. “mm, what’s the squealing for, cupcake?”

“i found a piece that looks like your eyes. see!” you bend over to get a closer look at the comparison, completely unaware of the way your tits push up together near jj’s face. a shaky breath leaves your boyfriend’s bitten lips, his suddenly rosy cheeks startling you for a moment before you feel the noticeable shift of his hips beneath you. instead of gasping cutely and sitting up like jj expected you to, your moment of realization morphs into a sly expression.

and jj knew that look.

“don’t-“ you riskily pay no mind to your boyfriend’s warning tone, “innocently” slinking back along his body with a soprano sigh. your manicured nails rake over his abdomen on your path backwards, cupped heat just brushing past the now obvious tent in jj’s swim trunks-

instantly, the pogue manhandles you into place. you squeak at the firmness of his ringed grip, heart pumping with adrenaline when his sun kissed hands force your back against his warm chest in record speed. shark tooth necklace digging between your shoulder blades. your bum pushes against jj’s erection with a final maneuver- now out of sight, but still painfully hard against you.

“whoa. chill out, mike tyson-“ john b drunkly remarks with a surprised laugh before sipping on his nearly finished can of pbr, blissfully unaware of the previous situation. meanwhile, sarah smirks knowingly at the two of you from beside her aloof boyfriend, meeting your playful gaze with one of her own.

you’re about to suggest a game with a mischievous wiggle of your hips, clearly not learning your lesson- before jj’s long fingers cup your jaw from behind, gripping you in place. the blonde’s rosy lips press to your ear, his left hand intertwining with your own smaller one, voice low. “y’not going anywhere, duchess. need you to calm down and behave. unless you want me to spank you raw on this beach in front of our friends, hm?”

your breath hitches with surprise at the threat as you watch kiara and pope run back from the ocean dripping saltwater, jj’s words echoing in the now hollow structure of your head. “and if you’re good,” the blonde nods your head up and down for you like a ragdoll for good measure, smirk curling along his chapped lips with faux innocence gleaming from his eyes. he’s more than aware of the pressure building between your pretty legs, your glossy eyes looking up at him for guidance. not to mention the shivers that clatter down your spine at the idea of being put in your place for everyone on the beach to see. all he could do was harden at the thought. “papa’ will let ya show him which one of these rocks he can put on your pretty little finger soon, yeah?”.

the pogue waits for you to nod your own head ‘yes’ like a big girl before placing a kiss on the crown of your head. your shy expression stays hidden against his heart, a giddy smile drawing across your glossy lips as you think about your future with jj.

needless to say, you behaved for the rest of the afternoon.

#this is my first time writing for himmm sorry if it’s a bit ooc #jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader fluff #jj maybank x reader smut #jj maybank fanfiction #dom!jj maybank #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #pixie’s works * ੈ✩‧₊˚

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maybankswhore · 1 year

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the five love languages : physical touch

jj maybank— just a touched starved boy.

part one in the five love languages:

the five love languages— “What is a love language? The term love language refers to the way that a person prefers to express love to—and receive it from—a partner.”

jj maybank loves you the most when he’s holding your angel hand in his.

jj would never admit he needed anything from anyone in his life.

his pride was bigger than that.

on the outside he was confident , quirky. always quit witted and lightening the mood with a joke here and there.

but on the inside he was screaming.

you knew it would be hard to get jj to open up.

he wasn’t used to people caring about him.

he wasn’t used to being important.

the minute his walls broke down and your arms wrapped around his shivering and shaking body one night— he knew he had loved you.

for the first time in what felt like a lifetime , jj finally knew what it felt like to be loved by someone.

and not the kind of love he got from pogue’s.

the kind of love people always talked about. the kind of love jj swore would never exist for him.

you became his lifeline.

he didn’t care what he had planned , or what he was doing. . . for you , he’d drop it all just for a second of being around you.

his hands always fell into your hair , absentmindedly playing with the strands.

he loved when your head was in his lap , the warmth of your cheek and breath regulating his body temperature.

sometimes he’d fall asleep just like that.

his arms were always around your waist so the two of you were touching by the hips. engrossed in conversations with the pogue’s , or on his break at work— at school or at a party , it didn’t matter to jj. he didn’t care about anything other than knowing you were right there next to him.

sometimes for movie night he’d sit on the floor whilst you sat on the couch. his eyes would slit in comfort with each leg on either side of him , caressing your ankle with his thumb while holding onto it.

he was so attentive with you.

his phone was 9/10 on silent when the two of you hung out.

the longest phone call the two of you had was about an hour long at most because he was always with you , next to you.

he was clingy.

but the kind of clingy that wasn’t too much or annoying.

it was the kind of clingy that only a teenage boy in love with a girl like you could.

jj liked when you read books to him. the sound of your voice was his favorite sound , a lullaby sometimes. it was gentle , sweet.

he never got tired of hearing it.

he liked to shower with you.

washing your hair was his favorite part.

“oh my gosh will you stop moving!” said jj with an exasperated sigh. his fingers massaging in your shampoo tickled the back of your neck just a bit , causing you to shuffle around with giggles.

your laugh making him grin like a kid in a candy store.

“i’m sorry! it tickles!” you huffed , regaining your balance.

jj only peppered kisses on the back of your neck , feelin’ so giddy as you squealed in a fit of laughter , trying to run away from the ticklish feeling.

one of his favorites were boneyard parties.

he loved how carefree you got. he loved when you’d hold his hand and force him to dance with you.

“so close but so far away.” jj muttered with his hands around your waist and his forehead on top of yours. it was physically impossible to be any closer , but if jj could break the barriers of skin and bones and hold your soul in his forever— he’d do it in a heartbeat.

you loved it just as much , relishing in the feverish feeling his hands on your skin gave you. you smiled in response and leaned in to kiss him sweetly , your eye’s fluttering closed.

“do you think she ever gets annoyed by it?” pope asked the pogue’s , nodding towards the two of you on the far left of the beach too entranced in one another to care.

“no. if soulmates are real , it’s them.” kiara answered.

and there was never a day that you doubted jj maybank was in fact , your soulmate.

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this will be series with the pogue’s of the five love languages ( i have a previous headcanon with rafe that is similar but not apart of the series! )

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj obx #jj x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank headcanons #jj maybank obx #jj headcanons #maybank #he’s so cute i love him

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calder · 8 months

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We are not following a vault dweller, like the games. Instead we are following a Pre-War Ghoul where we will see them before the bombs dropped in futuristic alternate history Sci fi, and after the bombs dropped as he becomes a ghoul. Our lead hero is Walton Goggins[Justified] who we will see the world through his eyes. The show is set in Los Angeles, known as "The Boneyard" in Fallout 1, 2 and New Vegas. 80% of the budget went to prosthetics, makeup, built Sets, built heavy costumes/weapons, real interactive things for the actors, while the remaining 20% went to the cgi to enhance what couldn't be done real like deathclaws, mutants and other creatures in the Fallout Universe. Johnathon Nolan is a massive fan of Fallout 1, 2, New Vegas and 3 and said there will be references to the games such as the NCR, the events of the first two games, the Securitrons from New Vegas, and many more. odd Howard, Pete Hines from Bethesda and the original game developers working at Obsedian Entertainment were heavily involved in the TV series production and gave them a blueprint of what's allowed and not for the cannon and lore of the franchise and gave them free Reign to go creative.

(x)

#fallout 4 #fnv #psb #fallout tv show

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wakandas · 11 days

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bishop and the icks-men at the boneyard ft. spyke, tattoo, angel salvadore and maggott.

angel design by LadyLaur | maggott design by @karenxmenfan

twitter / insta / studio

#spyke #tattoo #bishop #angel salvadore #maggott #xmen #evan daniels #christine cord #lucas bishop #japheth #x men #x-men #my art #pics from krakoa #marvel #marvel comics

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thefalloutwiki · 8 months

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Pictured: Townmap of the Boneyard from Fallout. Also know as the Angel's Boneyard, it is all that's left of the city of Los Angeles.

The Fallout TV series will be set in LA, though it is currently unknown when exactly it takes place.

You can read more about the Boneyard here.

#fallout #fallout tv series #locations #LA #Los Angeles #The Boneyard #Angel's boneyard #townmap #fallout wiki

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stoat-party · 14 days

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Evaluating Which Details Pose Continuity Issues (yeah, it’s long, sorry)

I’m being relentlessly annoyed by (some) people mad at the show and by (some) people mad at people mad at the show, so let’s clear up where the issues are and aren’t so we’re not just talking over each other here.

Destroying the Strip

Obviously not a retcon. Retcons refer to previously-established events. Some people might have their own problems with it (I definitely saw it cited as evidence of a coordinated attack on New Vegas), but it presents no continuity problems.

2. What exactly is a vial?

I don’t think this changed ghoul lore. They can still go 200+ years without turning, or they can start turning as soon as they get ghoulified. There’s just a new plot element where they can stave off the effects of going feral for awhile if they take this mysterious drug - without the drug, the rules are still the same. The story was NOT clear on this, and it confused me, but if ghouls need drugs to stay sane, Oswald, Dean, Billy, etc. could not exist even if there’s a massive industry in vials of goop that’s never been mentioned before.

3. It took Vault-Tec decades to build all the vaults.

This is something I worried about because there couldn’t have been much time between the boardroom scene and the bombs falling (Janey doesn't age). But I think it makes sense if you assume the vaults were already built and they filled them with experiments afterward. It does leave the problem that some vaults were unfinished but Vault-Tec also dropped the bombs - why would they do that before finishing their vaults? It’s possible that they planned to drop them but got beat to the punch, or any number of other explanations. Clear retcon but not a huge plot hole.

4. House is worse than Caesar all of a sudden?

This one’s a private gripe of mine because House and Sinclair were not originally written to be Actual Sadists Who Hate Humanity. There’s also House’s mastermind prepper attitude toward the apocalypse, which doesn’t indicate that he had a hand in orchestrating it. While the change doesn’t conflict with the text as far as I know, it really changes the flavor of the game, but not as much as:

5. The Fall of Shady Sands

Let’s say that this happened after the first battle of Hoover Dam, so no continuity issues with their ability to win that. (That’s probably why they set it in 2277, so the NCR would have almost four years to recover before NV. As if Caesar wouldn’t have taken half of their land by then, even with his armies crushed, but ok fine he’s going through a divorce, he’s busy right now.)

But are you telling me that a country can lose a massive city containing much of its infrastructure, most of its central government, and ~5% of its population and still be trying to manifest destiny four years later with no mention of it?

Losing the Divide as a travel route almost crippled the NCR in the Mojave for awhile. Now, not only have they lost the Divide and their capital city, but one of their other biggest cities, the Boneyard, is abandoned and inhabited by an apparently-unaffiliated town. (Yeah, Los Angeles is big, but we don’t see any NCR or Followers despite three main characters traveling through it.) Even if there were still people there during New Vegas, how is the NCR still conducting a campaign in the east?

Also, who is Muldover and what’s her position? Why does she have raiders at her disposal? Is that really supposed to be what remains of the government? I get that some of this will be resolved later, but short of complete societal collapse, there’s no explanation.

We don’t see any of this in New Vegas. The president (who was in office in 2277) is still alive. No one mentions losing family in the explosion. Caesar, Ulysses, and House, along with the many other characters who complain about the NCR’s weakness and instability, don’t bring it up. People even mention the politicians in Shady Sands specifically. PEOPLE ARE MAKING JOKES ABOUT WANTING A NUCLEAR WINTER-

Now there’s a saving interpretation going around that “the fall of Shady Sands - 2277” refers to a metaphorical fall, and the explosion was later. I’ll accept this if I have to, but don’t pretend it’s not a strained reading. Every entry on the board is dated. Why would you date an amorphous event and not date the city exploding?

The explosion was nineteen years ago, and it had to be that early because Lucy and Norm don’t remember living there. (Not clear how old they are but probably in their early-mid 20’s.) The earliest you could place the event without it making no sense is late 2282, because with the time skips in DLC, the events of New Vegas are about a year long. Maybe you could put a gap between Lucy returning to the vault and the actual destruction, but not a five-year one. And if it was in 2282, Max would still be a teenager.

There are legitimate concerns here. Between House and the NCR, the show changes a lot about the main conflict of New Vegas. It’s not just side details.

Not telling you how to feel! Just don’t pretend nothing poses any problems and people are crazy for being concerned. I think the vibe right now is to dismiss me as a hater, but I hope you can see I’ve tried to make it all work. Continuity is really important in a multi-decade story, especially to writers.

I will be appeased by a respectful and thought-out New Vegas remake that preserves as much of the original continuity as possible and is also really good and costs $4. Thanks in advance Bethesda.

Edit:

6. Tatoes in the vaults

TATOES IN THE VAULTSSSS? THIS IS MASSIVE DISRESPECT TO THE LORE. EVERYTHING WE KNOW IS DESTROYED. UNFORGIVABLE.

(but yeah there shouldn’t be tatoes in a vault that hasn’t opened)(maybe norm and lucy had seeds in their pockets when they came back, sure)

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rubberfuckey · 10 months

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all of your glory - rafe cameron

based on the song, all of your glory by broods !

summary: Rafe tries pushing you away, but you refuse. angsttttttt!

wc: 1k

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talk to me

He was pushing you away. You were losing him and you didn’t know how to make it better. Things had been rough for him lately, everyone could see it. The parties, the alcohol, the drugs, all the fighting. The fury radiating off of him at all times was coming to a head. Before when something upset him you would be able to distract him from it all until his spirits lifted, but that was back when your biggest problems were boys trying their luck with you at parties and detentions from his least favorite teacher. Now there are huge sums of money and status on the line. Those stakes mixed with his increased drug usage proved to be ruining the relationship you fought so hard to maintain. Truth be told, Rafe had never been easy to be in a relationship with. It was so easy to fall in love with him, but disproving his self-doubt and self-sabotage was a hard task. He knew you loved him, you made sure to make it known in everything you do, but he knew he wasn’t worthy of any of it.

“Y/N, why don’t you come sit with us?”

JJ shouts over the crowd at the boneyard. You looked around and saw everyone watching you. Rafe had chewed your head off loudly when you whispered your concern for how much he had had tonight. It was stupid, you should know better by now to keep your comments to yourself, even if it was coming from a place of love. You swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked back tears as you kept your head high and walked over to the pogues. You were sure you’d be in for it tomorrow when Rafe hears about you fraternizing with his least favorite people on the island, but right now you didn’t care. You deserved to have fun too. No one dared to comment on what had happened with Rafe tonight and you danced the night away, drinking beer after beer and hitting JJ’s blunt. John B dropped you off in front of Tannyhill at the end of the night, you couldn’t exactly go home in your intoxicated state. You tiptoe up the stairs and find your way into Rafe’s room as quietly as possible and smiled to yourself at the peaceful look on his face as he slept on his stomach. You walked over to take the shoes off of his feet and pulled the comforter over him. Pressing a small kiss to his shoulder blade, you got cozy in the bed next to him as he groaned and stirred. He flipped over onto his side, facing you, pulling you tight against him instinctively.

“Goodnight, Rafe. I love you.”

“Hmm, love you more, angel.”

You bit back a smile and pushed further back onto him. No matter what, you’re at home in his arms.

You winced at the daylight flooding through the windows as you’re pulled from your sleep after hearing a door slam. Looking next to you, you see the bathroom door closed and Rafe slamming the drawers before he came out with an angry look on his face. You gave him a sheepish smile and looked at the clock on the wall next to him. What the fuck could he possibly be mad about at 8 am?

“We should break up.”

Your jaw dropped, “Come again?”

“We should break up. I’m not good for you.”

“Rafe-”

“No. Don’t cut me off when I’m trying to talk. Kelce texted me, what the fuck were you doing with JJ? No, actually, don’t even bother answering that question. I pushed you to this point, right? You’re slumming with dirty pogues now? Baby, that’s a new low. You need to get away from me.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Standing up from the bed, you walked straight to him and grabbed his chin to make eye contact with him. His pupils were blown and his eyes darted across the room as he fidgetted.

“Rafe,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N, stop,” he voiced cracked, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You asked softly, hands moving to hold his face.

“Like you’re disappointed in me.”

“I’m scared, Rafe.”

“That’s why you need to get away from me. Far away.”

He sniffled, you couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or his emotions getting the best of him. You stayed silent until he continued.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I can’t be what you need.”

You shook your head in refusal.

“Rafe shut up. Seriously, you’ve been saying the same shit for months now.” You dropped your hands and walked back to sit on the edge of his bed as he watched, mouth agape.

“Things haven’t been good for a while. You’ve been annoying, you’ve been an asshole, I’ve hated you some days. You’ve made some really shitty decisions and you’ve hurt me in the process. But, Rafe, that shit doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, because I believe it will get better. I’ve stuck by you for this long and I’ll be damned if I let you push me away after everything you’ve already put me through. I love you, Rafe, I’m in love with you and I cannot see myself with anyone else. So suck it up, you’re not just getting rid of me like I don’t matter. Because I do.”

You ended your rant with a huff and looked at the shocked expression on his face.

“How can you be so sure that it’s worth it?”

“At the end of every day, I know I’m coming home to you. That no matter what happened in the day, we will be laid next to each other at night. You love me, right?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question.”

“Exactly, that’s all I need. Unconditionally, you in all of your glory.”

He tried to hold back the emotions as you looked at him unwaveringly. He paced over to you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Don’t leave me,” he whimpered.

You were sure you’d have to have this conversation another time in the future, but for right now it seemed to lull the dark thoughts in his head and that was enough for the time being.

“Never,” you replied.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks imagine

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juneberrie · 1 year

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you always have been

thinking thoughts. *ೃ༄ this is very self indulgent im not sorry <3 btw the formatting is terrible 😭 also this is 1.5k words im so proud of myself its literally the longest fic i've ever written

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

fandom: outerbanks

warnings: swearing, mentions of being drunk, reader kind of pushes jj away, insecure!reader, stressed out!reader, mentions of jj's trash dad, fear of abandonment, sort of a smau? science hw (yes thats a warning science hw sucks), love confession, hurt/comfort <3

jj's instagram is a mess. it alternates between pictures of random objects, pictures of himself, and pictures of our friends.

lately, all of his pictures have been pictures of him and the pogues at keggers and on the boat. without me.

the most recent one is a blurry shot of him and kie at the boneyard. his hair is dripping wet and kie is holding up a red solo cup, beer sloshing over the side. the caption reads, "my brst girl 😋 ilysn kier.carrera" its so misspelled its obvious hes drunk, even without looking at the picture.

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↳ comments

-> jb.wifirouter ong your so drunk. ↳ heywpope its "youre" not "your" 💀 and you're durnk too ↳ sarahcamer0n lmaooo durnk

-> kier.carrera lol ilyt jj 💀 ↳ kier.carrera wsit wring emoji ❤️

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i groan and shut my phone off. kie knows i like jj. she's heard me rant about him since eighth grade. its fine, though. i need to focus on school. i get up and silence my phone, putting it into a drawer at my desk before going back to the papers sprawled on my bed.

science isn't my best subject, but i need this extra credit to bring my grade up. and, no pressure at all, this stupid extra credit is due by monday, at its literally sunday night. at least its pretty easy. all i have to do is write an essay about newton's laws and how they function in the "real" world. i sigh and open my textbook to the page on the first law, inertia.

as im scribbling down the beginnings of the paragraph about f=ma, my pencil breaks. well, how fucking dandy. i get up and head to my desk to grab a sharpener, and i pass the mirror next to my door.

i cringe away, then force myself to look back. the girl staring back at me is... not kie. not sarah. she's wearing a big oversized t-shirt she stole from jj and some shorts. her nail polish is chipped and her hair is practically crying for escape from the worn scrunchie.

i tear my gaze away and grab the sharpener. the clock on my desk reads 11:11 pm. i remember something kie said about making wishes at 11:11, so i think, why not give it a try? i squeeze my eyes shut and hope my wish gets to whatever magical star angel being is listening.

after i finish my essay, its 12:23 am. i grab my phone from the drawer and see a flurry of texts and instagram notifications assaulting my lock screen.

i ignore the texts — six from kie and eight from jj — and click open instagram.

my homepage is filled with pictures of the pogues at the kegger they're at. i can't help the pettiness that surges up inside me and i click on jj's most recent story, a video of him, kie, pope, john b, and sarah screaming the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody around a campfire.

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you replied to their story

yourinstagram looks like you're having fun :)

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i feel slightly terrible, but whatever. every single kegger they've been to this past week, i haven't been invited.

a text notification comes down onto my screen. it's from kie. the preview reads "im soo sorru"

what the hell? i immediately click on the text and i almost start crying.

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kie kie ml ♡

bro so dnt be mad but like i accidentally told jj that u liked him

im sorry

answer me please idont want yu to be mad

i dd;t mean to i swaer

y/n?? are you mad??

y/n pleeaas answre

im soo sorru

bro wtf.

ik im sorry but we were playing truuth or dsre and plpe asked if i had acrush on anybody and i sadi no i didn't but ik you did and the n jj asked who and im sorry :)

:(*** SORRY

whatever. go enjoy your kegger.

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what the everloving fuck. i specifically told her not to tell anyone, especially jj, and she goes and tells everyone and their mother. i've gotten a flurry of texts from pope, john b, sarah, and other pogues i suppose are at the kegger, all asking me if it's true i like jj. and, speak of the devil, jj himself has been texting me nonstop for the past thirty minutes.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

haha kie jus told me the funnist shut

wait is she for real

wait n/n yuo like me

like fr fr?

brp answer me pls

y/nnnnnn

are you asleepo r somethinh 💀

y/n if you dpn't answer rn rn im going ovet to yiur house

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shit. jj can't come over right now. i look like a mess, and now im fucking crying. my gaze drifts back over to the mirror; my eyes are red and puffy and tears are streaming down my face and dripping down onto my (jj's) shirt.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

jj please dont come over just stay at the kegger and have fun

nooo y/n im already on my wsy so its fine

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shit shit shit.

i throw my phone across the room and scream into my bedsheets. the pogues already didn't like me anymore; they had been going out and having fun without for weeks now, and now kie tells jj i like him? my life is fucking falling apart.

a knock at my window wakes me up from whatever sad haze i was trapped in for the last twenty minutes. jj's peering in and he smiles when he meets my gaze. i shake my head and turn away from him.

no bother letting him in, he'll probably just tell me that he doesn't like me back and to never talk to him again.

another knock, persistent, sounds from the window. i sigh and turn back.

i open the window but leave the screen up, so jj can hear me but he can't get in. "go away, j."

"nooo. wait, why are you cryiinggg?" he asks, the booze slurring his words.

"nothing. no reason. go away, please, jj," i say, my voice cracking.

his face softens and he seems to sober up a bit. "n/n, please tell me what's wrong. i hate seeing you sad," he whispers. fuck. i can't, i can't with the fucking blue eyes and the soft looks and the whispers. i open the rest of the window, and jj climbs in.

i crawl under the covers of my bed and face away from jj. i feel the bed dip next to me and he lays a warm hand on my back. its so casual, so domestic, that i want to laugh.

"sunshine, what's wrong? is this about what kie said?" he asks, gently rubbing my back.

the dam breaks. tears start flowing out of my eyes and i started shaking.

"it is about what kie said. i like you, jj, i really like you. no, i- i love you! i love you so much. i've loved you since i first saw you in mrs. williams' science class in eight grade and you laughed when she said that iron was discovered by the hittites. and i know you'll never love me back because— well— look at me! im not like kie, im not like sarah. i'm just... me! and i've been trying to pretend like you guys going to keggers everyday without me isn't a big deal because, hey, i'm swamped with school, even though its fucking intercession. and i knew if i told you, you'd hate me and you'd never talk to me again," i sob into my pillow.

jj is silent for a few seconds, still rubbing my back.

"i love you too, sunshine. i've loved you for the entirety of the time i've known you. and, you're right. you're not kie or sarah, but you're you. that's what i love about you. you are unapologetically yourself. and i'm sorry for not inviting you to the keggers. i just, i knew you were swamped and i know you don't really like parties 'nd drinking and shit. and i just want you to know that im so proud of you, honey, and— jesus, y/n. you're the only one for me. you always have been. you're the person who's been there whenever luke did something shitty to me, you've helped me with my homework, and gosh, dare i say it, you've helped me be a better person."

he chuckles. i feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck and gently bring me towards him so i'm basically in his lap. he wraps his arms around me and lays his head in the crook of my neck. we stay together in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

i sniffle. "i'm sorry, j."

"you're not the one who should be apologizing, sunshine. i love you, so much. i'm sorry if i made you feel like i'd never talk to you again or like you weren't enough; you are enough. you always have been."

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So I haven’t gotten my hands on the Monster Core yet, but I have watched some YouTuber reviews of it, and apparently kobolds don’t always follow dragons anymore? And they now absorb characteristics of whatever they’re following, so a kobold tribe that follows an archdevil would quickly start to look more diabolic? Have I got all that right?

Relatedly, what do you think of all the new dragons?

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Correct! Kobold eggs have some form of "magical resonance" with the closest, largest source of magic or quintessence, causing them to hatch into kobold-X hybrids of whatever provided that resonance.

Kobolds most commonly nest near dragons as a form of symbiosis (dragons provide a magical source from which strong draconic kobolds emerge, and in return the clever kobolds build and protect a dragon's lair for them), but by no means are they limited to JUST dragons, it's just the most consistent and convenient arrangement. The book delightfully notes the possibility of diabolic or demonic kobolds grown from nesting near sites where hellish or abyssal power has settled... but it also points towards kobold-elemental hybrids born from locations near Elemental Plane breaches.

They ALWAYS look like adorable little gecko guys, but they can technically "crossbreed" with any large source of magic or aligned quintessence. All they have to do is leave their eggs nearby to absorb the energy, and the world ends up with angelic kobolds, wind kobolds, fire kobolds, Boneyard kobolds, void kobolds... the list goes on and on. The sky is the limit, really!

#asks #waltzing with my inner geek

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Things Read in May

Articles & Essays:

Could this pottery shard be a 1,000 year old hand grenade? Signs point to yes

How a24 became the ultimate film cult

How many well intentioned people dehumanize children

Just how white is the book industry?

Nintendo mario movie leaks: dmca used to suppress spoiler discussion

Do the poor pay more for housing? Exploitation, profit, and risk in rental markets

After years of declines, numbers of wintering monarch butterflies rise by 35% in mexico

My chemical romance's gerard way: the six pack q&a

No way out but war

#metoo is over if we don't listen to imperfect victims

'Arrows for the war'

How to respond to criticism

Why young koreans love to splurge

Which birds are the biggest jerks at the feeder?

A tale of two utopias: musk and bezos in outer space

Religion, racism and the church of england in doctor who

Aerial photos by bernhard lang capture the largest aircraft boneyard in the world

California is about to test its first solar canals

How I started to see trees as smart

The movie star and me

The movies discover the teen-age girl

In yellowjackets, the girls are hungry to live

In defense of purple prose

Maybe she had so much money she just lost track of it

As an added bonus, she paid for everything: my bright-lights misadventure with a magician of manhattan

Jessica pressler on what's real and not about inventing anna

Mysteries persist after initial report into china eastern jet crash

Revisiting scenes from the suburbs, spike jonze and arcade fire's take on spielberg-style suburbia

Online trolls actually just assholes all the time, study finds

In spite of it all, we are still living: interview with ada limón

Poetry:

Fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying by noor hindi

The rules by leila chatti

Lessons from a mirror by thylias moss

May by jonathan galassi

Foaling season by ada limón

Summer by robin coste lewis

Summer by joanna fuhrman

Summer by heather christle

Peach by d. h. lawrence

Phenomenal woman by maya angelou

Books & Short Stories:

Cherry by Nico Walker

WLT: A Radio Romance by Garrison Keillor

Something Weird I Heard About Rebecca by Yves

On Longing: Narratives of the Miniature, the Gigantic, the Souvenir, the Collection by Susan Stewart

Children of the Corn by Stephen King

Q & A: A Novel by Vikas Swarup

#tcp #articles #an open window #essays #poetry

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brimbrimbrimbrim · 15 days

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The Seed of Human Kindness (The Ghoul/F!OC)

CHAPTER ONE/TWO/THREE/FOUR/FIVE/SIX

Summary: The Ghoul stumbles upon a piece of walkin' talkin' meat out in the Boneyard. Instead of eating her, he takes her on as his personal traveling chef. Only this chef is a smoothskin vaultie looking for the seed of human kindness, which is exactly what it sounds like, though comin' from a Vault of all women, she's gonna take some convincing on where to find it.Tags: Cannibalism, Sadism, Body Horror, Misandry, Dehumanization, Vault Experiments, Vault Dweller, Cunnilingus, Cum Play, Rough Sex, Power Dynamics, Breeding Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Voyeurism, Non-consensual Exhibitionism, Sexual Awakening, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Male Character

A/N: This is nasty. Please heed all the tags for your fair warning before reading.

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The Los Angeles Census Bureau looks about as inviting as it did in the seventies: a delightful courtyard of bones and failed dreams bordered by brutalist cement beds spilling with dead flowers. As he and his spurs jingle-jangle up the pavilion, a decayed hand staked between two dead bushes catches his eye. A blooming stalk of bleached bone, phalanges bent into a middle finger like some 'fuck you' posey straight out of the afterlife. Call him a presentist, but just the fuckin' sight of it makes his lip curl.

'Fuck the establishment, indeed.'

The Ghoul's been following this endless trail for a while now; turning over these little slices of American bureaucracy is just another dot on the map, but a barbeque on the wind has urged his heels into a proper trot. Hungry as he is. Savory, smokey… mouthwatering, bringing to mind Saturday cook-outs with Barb and Janey, that ol' good boy Roosevelt at his heels, waiting for burnt hotdog tails and the stray charred burger as the martinis pile up. Those good times were lived by another man playing a good old American boy role. Those bygone memories come like a miasma: toxic. It's delicious in its own right, and he's just lucky the aroma seems to be coming from this building right here. A 'kill two birds with one stone' scenario, it would seem.

He can hear the muffled commotion of chaos inside and the clatter of something heavy. Judging by the reverb, a bullet snaps concrete. It must've hit wiring too because the sign above those broken doors flickers—time-yellowed plastic covering a photon tubing of loops and flourishes.

'The American dream…'

A broken, clipped shriek presses out the thin crack of busted glass and splinted wood ahead of him.

'Oh, if life ain't grand.'

What once were crying mothers standing in the breadline are mothers on the breadline, he thinks, some of that ol' Cooper Howard making a show again. He pushes that moralistic nuisance down and surveys the exterior once more, and… judging by the crude bullseye bloodstains on a single Brahmin skull, used creatively to keep the doors ajar (not to mention the smell)… they're cookin' folks on a spit inside. Fiends, most like…

Still, two hundred years later, the LACB is where folks get eaten alive every day.

Quiet-like, The Ghoul enters Feind territory, The Gun heavy front and center.

The aroma of fatty meat, both freshly shorn and sour, curls under his nasal ridge, drawing him through the decayed lobby. He steps carefully, spurs quite over toppled queue barriers, avoiding broken glass and crunchy piles of clothes. There's a burnt stroller with tiny bones and floral blankets he chooses to ignore, giving them and its mother's remnants a wide berth, focusing intently on the triangle of flickering firelight cutting from the ajar breakroom door.

Silent as a corpse, The Ghoul leans into the doorway, The Gun raised, and takes in the gruesome scene he's seen a hundred times, both worse and better but never benign. Eventually, someday, he won't feel sick at the sight of such horrors. Who's to say whether that'll be a good day or not?

There's five of them, counting a naked woman hanging from a crude bleeding rail, 'cept she ain't being bled out, just cut down slow and sweet, as if the fear and pain is the finest marinade. Her body jolts, and another wail rattles his eardrums as a rail-thin Fiend saws off another strip of thigh meat from her bucking body, tits bouncing with delicate pockets of curvy fat jiggling deliciously.

The Ghoul's stomach growls, and something else further south twitches, but his empty belly is more worried about being without food for much longer. Nothing but vials and rainwater means he's more inclined to find human flesh aromatic. Thankfully, the pretty rotisserie's screams are so fucking loud it makes his unceremonious entrance nigh fuckin' soundless. There's no reason to announce himself anyway—no reason to keep any of 'em alive for questioning since he's sure none of these boneheads have worked a computer system before, let alone know how to read logs.

The first slug blasts a hole into the back-head of the closest one: a suit-wearing twitchy son of a bitch sitting by the fire. Their brains spray across their friend's face, who yips as some chunky bits catch with a hiss in the fire. With the second one blinded by brain matter, The Ghoul turns at the hip and blows off the arm of a ratty-headed man still beating his own meat to dinner being sliced and spitted. A shot from his rotating revolver beneath the jawline into the brain puts that one down, even though chems seemed to have ruined it already.

That leaves two left.

The blind bastard's still swiping grey slop, blood, and skull chips from his eyes as his buddy rushes on The Ghoul's left with a sticky knife, leaving the girl to sway on her ropes, panting and cursing the Lord's name. This one's mean, sadistic… having enjoyed eating that smoothie alive. He's got janky teeth bared like an ape, poised and ready to take The Ghoul to his grave… again. 'Course, a quick backhand of The Gun stock puts him to the ground with a yelp, and two .357s to the chest keep him there.

'Three down. One to go,' he muses, cracking his neck with a grunt as the last one curses and snarls. Still blind but jet-fueled, his eyes open and swimming in red offal, the remnants of his hit still smoking out his mouth. He stands like some western cowboy at a sunset showdown. The man even looks the part with two bandoliers and some sweet cowboy boots. Cooper Howard smiles with his straight white chompers as the Fiend tries to unholster a gun that ain't there, spewing nonsense through his teeth, but Coop's dead and gone.

"Ugghh—fuggin'ghoul, ruin'dinna!"

The Ghoul's grin turns ugly and strong. He's the gunslinger—the outlaw—death personified by time and decay—somethin' outta Hollywood again, just not the good guy.

With a snap, aim, and trigger pull, the last little Fiend's no more than maggot-meal slumped over The Ghoul's first empty-headed victim. Their dinner has been officially ruined, well… more like taken over. With the barrel still hot, The Ghoul turns to the naked smoothie with a careful eyeful of flesh, ignoring the way her gaze squints in fear before surveying his efforts with frenzied understanding. She's either gonna die or she ain't, and it's clear which one she thinks is 'bout to happen.

"P-please… please. I-I can… I can-"

"Hush those tears now, sweetheart," The Ghoul cuts her off, wetting his lips for a dry whistle before holstering The Gun, "I ain't here to eat ya." Though he turns to the fire, drawn in by the smell of cooked meat and sustenance—the promise of a full belly and a level head for a time… it'd just take a half-pound of juicy, tender-

'No… not yet.'

It takes a heaping spoonful of willpower to turn away, to look back at her without seeing a hanging steak, begging him to sink his fangs in, tear apart, and swallow hole. But The Ghoul manages, somehow. With a Cheshire grin, he thumbs his hat up, brim lifted to show off his radiated smile—proof he means no harm. And when her breath slows and her eyes shine over his chops, he's only slightly surprised to find her more curious than afraid.

"Welp, it seems your dinner guest's got a little too careless, leavin' the door open like that an' all. Could be anyone come walking through those doors."

He takes a step closer, daring her to scrunch her nose in disgust, though she just blinks… some old tears falling off her lashes. Minus some missing meat, a bloodied face, one shiner, and… maybe two weeks of constant immune system shock, she's too healthy lookin' to be anything but a Vaultie. A pretty little thing that only good food, shelter, and generational-bred naivety could create. The Ghoul already don't care much for her.

"You from one of those Vaults." He doesn't ask, all ambivalence and peckish know-how. His survival instincts lure him from her to the spit over the fire again, where it looks like some of her thigh meat is slow roasting. She's lookin' real fuckin' tender over the licking flames…

"S-seven," she pants, shock and pain makin' her sound small, "V-v-vault seven…"

The Ghoul makes a sound of understanding, though he couldn't give two shits these days about which of the Big Four's Vaults she came from, even less which fucked up experiment they ran down there. For some reason, her being a Vaultie makes him even hungrier…

He glances back at her over his shoulder and smirks, all crude oil and a lil' starvation there, too, no doubt. It's been weeks since he's eaten, and before that, it was expired cram and a soggy snack cake, and she seems to know it. The smoothie can see it—notes the look in his eyes and deduces quickly what he's thinking. At first, she yanks on the rope, choosing to struggle against her bonds, though that works as well for her as before he showed up… 'cept it gives him another free show of the goods usually hidden from his eyes. Her tits are perfect.

That southbound lurch kicks up his belly, threatening to confuse his ache for food for something else, so The Ghoul snaps his teeth and points a leather-bound finger her way.

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#fanfiction #the ghoul #fallout prime #fallout show #monster boyfriend #the ghoul fanfic #writing #heed the tags peoples

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