#i love the last one but no matter what i did cleo looks like they have a human skintone ough

[fudgecake-charlie]

having fun on aggie and trying out a new colouring method which i've been really enjoying! it's like the culmination of all my rainbow colouring experiments

#zombie cleo #joehillstsd #goodtimeswithscar #falsesymmetry #blood tw #art out the oven #hermitcraft #i love the last one but no matter what i did cleo looks like they have a human skintone ough #also the first and last images were referenced from atarashii gakko yet again #they're so cool your honour!

[tia-222]

My void sucess story

HII TIA!!! I can barely contain my excitement as I type this but I got into the void and manifesting my dream life. You @gorgeouslypink and @charmedreincarnation are my absolutely favorite blogs, and I couldn’t have done it without y’all. I think charm and pink are on break so I’m gonna send this to you I hope that’s okay.

Quick backstory: I’ve been in this community since the OGs, angel, Cleo, maya etc. I’ve seen all the dumb drama, the liars, the successful people, the exposing, and etc. I’m just sharing this because people think having bad experiences can hinder you from getting your desires and I’m here to remind you nope that it can’t. Nothing can. I had a phase where I would ugly cry trying to make sure all the success stories are true….I became a cop and started looking for inconsistencies on pages and liars to help me feel better. Which it didnt, It drove me mad, and I lost faith.

Until… I read pink’s doubt post which was God sent. Her entire page is God sent tbh and I recommend it to everyone. After I felt better and realized outside of tumblr people have gotten into the void, I decided I’m gonna be the next success story. So I went on your lovely page because I don’t think there isn’t a method you haven’t talked about.

You’re so educated and conduct amazing research on everything, we truly don’t deserve you Tia. Thank you for all your hard work. Anyways I was feeling good! I had so many methods to choose from, I felt like a fat kid at a candy store. And I decided my logical brain needed a logical method so I went with lucid dreaming.

This is where charm comes in. I read her lucid dreaming guide and it is literally also God sent so thank you so much for that. She had a method I had never heard of called SSILD, and even made a post about that as well… like I felt like the universe was handing me everything on a silver platter. And I saw another post that her and pink talked about using a reclining chair. So I combined SSILD with that method to make an ultimate one. And on the second day of trying I entered a lucid dream, asked a dream character to take me to the void and then manifested my dream life.

What I manifested: my dream house, dream family, dream body and face, dream amount of money, money always coming to my family and I’s bank account out of nowhere (but it’s natural and normal ) socialite Status, 25k insta followers (my lucky number) famous loyal dream athletics boyfriend (I was so scared this wouldn’t work but it did!), master manifesting abilities, dream college acceptance, (future) good self concept, a great fashion taste, never gaining weight, clear glass skin, revising my abusive past, and so much more. My list was like a whole ass essay, I obviously can’t list everything but my life is perfect now.

This was last week and I immediately booked a trip to LA with my family to look at the USC campus because that’s where I want to go and where I will go next fall, (I’m a senior). I was also looking at apartments around my school and I found my dream one so I’m manifesting no one leases it 🤭

Quick note: a lot of my desires were weird or I wanted them to manifest a specific way, or they weren’t realistic to happen immediately so I was afraid it wouldn’t work out the way I envisioned. Not only did everything work out the way I envisioned but it worked out even better and exactly how I would want them to apply to life but in a realistic way. So if that’s something you worry about don’t worry, you are God, and it will work out perfectly.

Anyways, I just wanted to share this because I failed for a while and everyone on this app was so supportive. Tumblr is genuinely like a little magical family so now everyone will see my succeed… though this on anon mode bc people have been attacking success stories lately. And honestly it doesn’t matter bc I just want to live my new spoiled life but I want to express my gratitude because my life was in shambles and you three helped me so much. So thank you again and I hope everyone who read this. No, I know everyone who reads this will get what they deserve.

HII LOVE!! WOW CONGRATULATIONS (⑅˶ᵔ ▿ ᵔ˶) ~♡

I'm very excited for you!!! And yes, void Tumblr has definitely changed rn and I feel there's many blogs on here that's good and no more liars. I'm so glad you gained faith back in the community and now you're living your dream life, love.

Aww pink and charm have the best posts on the void too <3.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink doubts post

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Charms lucid dreaming guide, SSILD method

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink recliner method

I LOVE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS AND EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO FUN OMGG!! LLYSM <33

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[eternalxvenus]

༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

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The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it. 

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck. 

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside. 

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body. 

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off. 

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all. 

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you. 

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Could you an enemies to lovers Rafe Cameron x chubby/ curvy middle class Reader. She’s friends with the pogues and spends most of her time with them which leads to encounters with Rafe and his goonies. Rafe has always been in love with her but doesn’t show it instead he just teases/makes fun of her every time he sees her which always leads to bickering. She finally has enough when he scares off a guy who was hitting on her. She tells him that she just wanted to feel beautiful, not fat and good enough which he took away that possibility because of him scaring the guy off. She confront him his behavior towards her (thinking he is making fun of her by flirting with her)which leads to a love confession and a ton of smut with praise and breeding kink

I love this sm! So sorry this took a little to finish, hope you like it!!

What was that for?

Warnings- p in v, drinking, car sex, porn with plot

Rafe Cameron. The kook prince, the man who was secretly, deeply infatuated with you.

He found you interesting. You weren’t scared to stand up to him, and that was rare with some pogues.

You hated him. He was attractive, he was extremely fucking hot. But he was the most annoying person you’ve ever met. Him and his little minions.

It was a life long fight between the two of you.

“Shit, well look who it is!” A familiar voice said. You rolled your eyes, putting on a fake smile and coming towards their table.

You had just gotten a new job at some fancy restaurant in figure 8. It paid well, so you tried your best to keep it.

“Since when did you start working here?” Rafe asked you, as you poured some water for him.

And you hated to even think it, but with his legs spread and his arms crossed in that chair, he looked too good.

“Last week.”

“Didn’t know they hired pogues.” One of his friends said with a laugh. Rafe smiled, his eyes fixed on you.

You clenched your jaw, forcing another small smile.

“What can I get for you guys?” You asked them, putting on your friendly- waitress voice, and keeping your fake smile.

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Now, you sat down with your friends at the boneyard, a drink in your hand and a smile on your face. All of you talked for a while, about anything and everything.

Boneyard parties truly were amazing. Everyone came together, no matter what side of the island you’re from.

“C’mon, you needa pick up a guy.” JJ told you, he had been trying to set you up with this one guy the entire time.

You groaned, taking a sip of the cheap beer in your hands.

“It doesn’t even need to be him! I’m tired of seeing my best friend sulk around alone. And he told me that he thinks you’re hot!”

“I’m not alone. I got you guys. And while I-“

“You’re the only single one in the group.” He pointed out, nodding to Cleo and Pope, as well as Sarah and John B.

“C’mon. Give him a chance, please…?” Jj begged.

You sighed, scarfing down the rest of the beer and throwing it.

“Where is he?”

“That’s my girl!” He shouted, a smile on his face as he looked around, coming over to one of his friends.

“Hey, Josh, I thought I would introduce you to one of my friends. This is y/n.” He pointed to you.

“Y/n, this is Josh.” He pointed to the boy, who had a shy smile on his face as he held out his hand for you to shake.

“Hi.” He said quietly.

“Hi.” You said with a small smile.

“All righttt… you two get comfy, now.” Jj spoke, pointing finger guns at the both of you.

“See you, J.” Josh said.

You just waved goodbye, and turned back to Josh.

“Uhm… you’re..” he cleared his throat. “You’re beautiful.”

You smiled, your cheeks warming up.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, and the two of you talked. You learned more about him,

He was sweet, you thought to yourself. He complimented you and didn’t talk about himself too much.

“Hey, so.. this might be a little soon, but I was wondering if I could get your number?” He asked you, his eyes hopeful.

“Yeah. Yeah. Of cour-“ you began to pull out your phone when a hand on your shoulder made you jump, you furrowed your eyebrows and turned around.

“Hey, I feel like I’ve seen you before.” Rafe spoke, looking at Josh, his gaze sharp.

“Uhm… I- I mean you- you probab-“

“I- I- you.” He mocked, cutting the boy off. “Oh, wait. You’re that one dude.” He clicked his tongue.

“You uh… you’re the dude who got beat up by Kelce in high school. That’s why you look so familiar.” He nodded.

“Yeah. You told your mommy on him. Nice to see you again, man.” He said, a wicked grin spreading across Rafes face.

Josh’s face was suddenly drained of all color.

“Feel like you had a nickname.. it was something like dirt licker? Cause…” he chuckled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You exclaimed, and shrugged Rafe’s hand off of you.

“I’ll… I’ll see you later.” Josh murmured, ignoring Rafe and looking at you before walking away.

You stayed looking at Rafe now.

“What the hell was that for?!” You shouted, shoving him. You were thankful no one could hear, since you both were far away from the crowd.

He held his hands up in defense. “Chill out, sweetheart. I’m saving you. That dudes a pussy-“

“Why do you care? Why can’t you just fucking leave me alone?! One good thing happens and you ruin it all!”

He seemed genuinely confused at your words.

“You make me feel like shit, every. single. day. And some guy finally notices me, he finally fuckin’ makes me feel good about myself, I just wanted to feel pretty and not fat for once, and you ruined it!”

You both were close now, your face so close to his that he could feel your breath.

“I love you.” He blurted out. You looked at him, stepping back, confused.

“What?”

“I thought I made it obvious.”

“Wha- Rafe, you fucking call me names every day, you come to my job literally just to make fun of me! You and your friends are complete assholes to me! Then you go ahead and flirt with me as a joke, which really fucking hurt, in case you didn’t know!”

“I wasn’t jokingly flirting with you. I just…”

You waited for his response, thinking it was gonna be more bullshit.

“I do like you. I have since like.. 11th grade. Why do you think I only give you so much shit?”

You looked at him, even more confused.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Let me show you.”

His lips were on yours in an instant, his hands making their way down your body, landing on your waist.

You were shocked, taken aback. But you quickly kissed him back, moaning into the kiss when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

“Back to my car?” He asked you, his voice a whisper as he pulled apart from the kiss.

You nodded quickly, the two of you walking to the car. He opened the back door for you, then jumped in as well.

You practically were jumping on him the second those doors shut. Your body flush against his in the backseats.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He said with a chuckle when your hands flew to his belt.

“I probably can.” You mumbled, pulling his pants down to his legs, he kicked them off. You straddled his lap now, a new confidence buzzing in you, mostly because of the alcohol in your system. He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere.

Your lips on his had him drunk off of you immediately, one hand cupped your face and the other went to your thigh, and then between your legs.

He pulled your panties to the side, dragging his finger down and collecting your wetness on it. You let out a moan at the contact.

He pulled away from the kiss, and before you could protest, he brought his finger to his mouth, looking at you with those hooded eyes.

That was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

His fingers then started to moved in and out of your pussy, you clenching on his fingers was enough to make his pants tighten even more. He finally pulled them out, licking them clean.

Your eyes widened and he smirked, liking your reaction. He flipped you both over, you now laying on the seats and him hovering over your body. Pulling his hard cock out, you stared at it in disbelief.

How the hell would that even fit inside?

The tip was red and angry, leaking pre cum. He noticed your expression and chuckled, making you look back at him.

“I’ll make it fit.” He murmured, his hand bunching your dress up. He put his cock over your panties that he could see through because of the wetness seaping through. He rubbed his cock over your panties, moving it up and down.

“Please-“ you whined, desperate for any sort of contact at this point.

“Use your words.”

“Please, just fuck me!” You blurted out. He smiled at that.

“That’s all you had to say.”

His hands pulled the fabric to the side, he lined the tip up with your entrance.

You let out a cry as he slowly entered your gummy walls, you grabbed onto his back, pulling his body directly to yours.

He groaned as he moved even deeper from your movements. You buried your face in his shoulder, tears filling your eyes at the sharp pain you felt.

“You’re fine, you’re fine.” He murmured when your nails raked down his back. “Relax f’ me. God- too fuckin’ tight.” He groaned out.

Soon, the pain was overtaken by pleasure. He moved slow, watching your face for any sort of pain.

“You okay, baby?” He asked you, you let out a moan and nodded.

His pace quickened at your nod, one of his hands on the window.

“Shit.” He grunted out, as you moaned. He fought the urge to cum right then and there when he saw your fucked out face. His grunts and groans only made you closer to the edge.

“Rafe!” You cried out, he could tell you were close by the way you gripped him like a vice.

“C’mon, cum for me.” He told you, his free hand slithering its down and rubbing your clit in a circular motion.

That was enough to make you scream, coating his cock.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” His pace never stopped.

“Shit, where should I-“ he started, feeling his orgasm coming on.

“Inside.” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before you spoke. He groaned at simply the thought of you carrying around his child, and came inside of you, both of you panting as he slowly pulled out.

—-

“Whose car is that?” Jj asked, stumbling around drunkenly with the rest of the group. They all looked at the car with the fogged up windows, it rocking back and forth, and shrugged.

“Don’t know but looks like someone’s getting it on tonight.” Kiara said with a laugh and a shrug.

“It’s my brothers.” Sarah said with a grimace. They all turned to her now.

“Gross.”

“Hey- where’s y/n?” Pope asked suddenly, realizing her missing presence.

Jj shrugged. “Last I saw she was with Josh.”

“You think they went home together?”

“Probably.”

#rafe outer banks #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey smut

[1anxiousbeancrying]

Life series Scott and the watchers.

I absolutely adore the life series and was watching martyns lore streams, but my favorite thing is that the watchers Canonically hate Scott. So I went back through the series to see every time the watchers mentioned Scott or when Scott broke a rule. And theres a lot surprisingly.

3rd life: near enough everyone broke a rule during this one 😭, and apart from Martyn and ren no one else really had lore, apparently you weren't meant to team with reds but most people did and and you weren't meant to kill on green or yellow, but Scott,grian and Martyn did so it doesn't really matter.

Last life: this is were it starts to get interesting. Scott refuses to kill as the boogie man and this pisses the watchers off, in martyns episode 8 they say,

"HE REFUSES TO PARTICIPATE"

"HE MOCKS US"

"THIS WILL NOT STAND"

And so Scott is sent to red at the end of the session. And then he goes on to not only kill Martyn and ren but to win the season. They were really not happy with that.(There's a lot of watcher Stuff in the last episode but I'm just going to talk about the Scott parts).

"oh the irony, to be undone by the one you were tasked to destroy, even giving the tools you couldn't do it ,leaving only the hound standing would have sufficed" (Scott and ren)

"all it took was a simple 3,2,1 and you All obliged, bar one"

"you mean Scott?"

"his will to live was too strong, his flame burned too bright,now look what's happened".

They really didn't like him this season.

Double life: while the watchers kinda took a back seat this time Scott still broke a tone of rules. He refused to pair up with his soulmate and teamed up with Cleo who was martyns soulmate, and when it came to the end instead of fighting like the watchers want he blew himself up and gave pearl the win

Limited life: this is were it gets interesting again. He gets boogie immediately(I love how he yells at watchers saying it's probably because he didn't kill anyone in last life). But he killed so fast that it ruined the anticipation for the watchers and so it was re rolled. He teams with Martyn, and that's were it gets interesting, after Martyn kills him, he gets another message from the watchers.

" a pillar built another test" (the pillar Scott built and jumped from when running from the yellows)

Later they say

" the thrill to kill the fleeting gill" (hinting at both him killing Scott and martyns later betrayal).

Also 90% of Scott deaths in this season are from him letting people kill him for time, once again not fighting properly. In his lore stream Martyn said that the watchers feed of negative emotions and that they don't get much from Scott which also plays a great part into why they hate him.

Secret life: in this season he burns one of the secret keeps books to spite them, when the zombie apocalypse happens him, Cleo and grian are they only survivors making the others fail there task. And every single one of his deaths were voluntary, he let Martyn kill him the first time and gem kill him the other two.

This man is a menace to the watchers and it's so funny.

#scott smajor #last life #third life #limited life #double life #secret life #grian #inthelittlewood #zombiecleo

[theminecraftbee]

alright, so I’m gonna pass out and PROBABLY be asleep for when the vote rolls over unless I set an alarm. so, let me make one last propaganda post, this time of a different ilk!

hi, I have heard the campaigning or seen his posts and am curious. who’s joe hills and how do I watch him?

hi and welcome! whether you be an ally or an enemy or anything else, I hope you stick around after the voting is done! joe hills is a very cool guy and I hope you like watching him. he’s one of the hermitcraft creators, described as the “original new guy”, as he was the first new hermit added in season one. he’s been here for that decade since! joe was added to be a “wild card” and plays that role well, often having a reputation for doing weird things. when it comes to his in-game build style, he’s a big fan of scale models of things, as well as helping out on any and all community projects!

joe’s hermitcraft videos tend to be much lower-key than some of the others, normally with minimal-to-no music. they’re largely recorded on stream, though they’re edited in such a way that they don’t feel like stream clips, but more like “he uses his stream to film video clips”. he enjoys wordplay, intentionally taking storylines and ideas in unintended directions, and marching to the beat of his own drum. if you’re used to the pacing of people like grian (or, for that matter, a dsmp stream), joe’s style can take time to get used to, but if you miss the lower-key days of let’s plays, he’s a great option for exactly that!

this season, he’s making a giant model pinball machine for his megabase! it has pixel art of the jwst deep field on it, and will have scale recreations of pinball parts inside. he also participated in the king ren storyline, has built elvira’s house of horrors (and changed the landscaping to match the seasons twice), and participated in the crossover! give it a shot!

joe streams five nights a week, with his days off being tuesday and wednesday. his usual stream start time is 9:30 PM EST. however, he usually has an afternoon hhh bonus stream on mondays (around 2 EST), a morning crafting stream on wednesdays with cleo (around 9:30 AM EST), and recently, a thursday morning bonus stream with his sister, quinn hills, a musician (also around 9:30 AM EST). he also does other bonus streams depending on the day and his energy. as you may be able to see from this schedule, he’s streaming like, all the time, so feel free to stop in! he streams simultaneously on twitch and youtube, so choose whichever platform is easiest.

joe hills streams are of basically whatever he needs to do on hermitcraft; they can best be described as “hermitcraft behind the scenes”. they’re also weird but in a specific, ritualistic way. his face camera will get bigger and more transparent for every 20 dollars in tips. the first time this happens it can be disconcerting but you do adjust pretty quickly, and it’s part of the charm to me! additionally, he has specific songs he plays during his streams, from the album he and his sibling made! they’re often parody songs, but there are also several original ones, and they’re all original lyrics and recordings. you’ll hear “lay your head down and dream” specifically after the first two songs while he’s setting up; that’s effectively his nightly stream’s theme song. you’ll also hear the songs during hydration breaks.

if anything you’ve seen us say about joe intrigues you, I strongly recommend you give him a shot! I’d recommend either a nightly stream to get the sense of the “average joe hills content”, if you’re considering becoming a regular, or to check out his first episode from this season to get a good sense of what a joe hills episode looks like.

we’d love to have you around, whether you did the right thing and VOTE JOE HILLS or not! but, uh, still vote for him. for me, okay?

#mcytblr sexyman #joe hills #joehillssweep #anyone can add other useful ‘how to find him’ informTion I may have missed #I hope this is helpful propaganda!

[nix-writes-mcyt]

His Reigns Downfall

Drabble Ren x reader Contains: Angst ----------------------

"Are you nervous?" Cub asks, straightening his tie the best he can in the mirror beside you.

"Of course I am, everything rides on today." You look yourself over in the mirror, the all white outfit adorned with tiny glistening diamonds not exactly what you had envisioned for a day like today.

"There is only one hope for this kingdom, and it's you." Cleo says, resting their hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, no pressure." You grimace, Joe appearing in the doorway. "It's time." He says.

You nod, taking one last look at your hideous outfit before leaving the room.

You can hear a skulk sensor go off, music starting to play as you near the entrance to the throne room. Perfect redstone, likely from the one and only BdoubleO himself.

You take in a deep breath and force a smile onto your face as you see the room for the first time. Your nerves go through the roof, you never wanted to do this. But it's the only way.

As Joe walks you down the aisle you can feel everyone's eyes on you. It's only the whole kingdom, each one of your soon to be loyal subjects. Providing this all goes well.

You know what rides on today, what rides on this ceremony. You have to do it.

The music stops as you do, Bdubs clearing his throat. "Ladies, Gentlemen and Hermits of all kinds, we are gathered here today to witness the wedding of King Ren and Y/n."

Your throat feels dry and scratchy as Bdubs goes on, you're both too cold and too hot. "On with the vows!" Bdubs exclaims.

You pull out your piece of paper, having the honour of going first. A high honour giving that you get to go before the king does.

"King Ren, I vow to you first of my devotion, one that lies with the crown and its owner. I swear to uphold my duties and to take care of Hermitcraftia, by your side or in your absence. With this ring I pledge this to you."

Ren nods approvingly, thankfully missing your plan.

"Y/n, I swear this vow to you, to thine beauty and wisdom that I do so hold dear. I knew from the moment you joined the square table that thee would mean muchly to me, and you do. So I justly go forth and vow myself to thine and thou cause, to me and to the crown."

You're left slightly confused by his words, but it doesn't matter. The two of you exchange rings, both containing far too many diamonds.

"I hereby and henceforth pronounce you married, you may kiss." Bdubs grins. And you do, you and Ren share a short kiss.

The people clap and cheer as Ren takes your arm, walking you toward the throne room exit. Members of the Soup Group bow their heads as you walk by, Doc shooting you a wink.

Those that are against the King are well aware of your plan, some contributing to it.

Ren escorts you out into the royal gardens, the two of you having predetermined that you were going to do this. You had thought of taking advantage of the situation, but it made more sense not to. After all, Ren did have some supporters. Enough of them to pose an issue if everything wasn't perfect.

The crowd follows the two of you out, plenty of witnesses to see this all happen. No one will be able to dispute it. Not even those most loyal to the king.

You and Ren stop under a large arch, turning to the crowd and waiting for them to settle. It takes some encouragement from knights of the square table, but the hermits do settle down.

"My dear subjects I do bring thee one more event before thine party. I do not believe any ordinary title befitting of my love. Bdubs, if you will." You watch as Bdubs pulls the box out of seemingly nowhere, reaching into it and pulling out the crown.

It's more than you were expecting, large gems and small ones too. Certainly more than was necessary. The gold snakes around them, holding them in place beautifully despite how many gems there are. You can't deny Ren, although extravagant, knows how to design a crown.

Ren takes the crown from Bdubs, turning to you. "On this day I hereby and henceforth pronounce thee, Y/n, co-ruler of the realm. By my side or in my absence may you carry out your royal duties with upmost courage and serve Hermitcraftia from now onwards."

Carefully he places the crown atop your head, being met with an abundance of cheers. You smile and wave to what are now also your subjects, getting a nod of approval from Cub.

The hard part is over now, that you're relieved about. The rest won't be easy, but the worst of it is over. Now you've married him and been crowned all that remains is to overthrow him. To liberate the kingdom from the rule of the mad King Ren and bring peace to Hermitcraftia once again.

#ren x reader #rendog x reader #renthedog x reader #king ren x reader #king rendog x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcytblr #mcyt #hermitcraft season 9 #rendog #renthedog #ren #king ren #angst

[strstab]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; it’s your birthday so jj + the pogues have a surprise for you. you even get an extra present from your boyfriend 🍰

pairing ; jj maybank x birthday!reader

notes ; surprise, kissing, sexual leads, slight drinking, gift giving jj, fluff, light smut? not really… idk

a/n ; finally 19!! had a shitty day so had to make it up to myself by writing this. good day to my pisces 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

even on your special day, you couldn’t run from your hours at work. you clocked in around 5 hours ago at 8:00 and all you wanted to do was go home and enjoy your birthday with your family.

you were running around cleaning tables as there were only 20 minutes left to your shift. you pulled out your phone as it buzzed and swiped to unlock it.

j 💘: omw in 10 bby

you smiled and hearted the message before sliding your phone into your back pocket. jj always picked you up from work but you were even more excited to see what he got you as a present. last year he came into your house at 7 am with the biggest teddy bear you had ever seen.

fun fact; that same teddy bear you begged him for at the fair a couples months prior. how’d he get it? no idea. but all that mattered was that he remembered and cared enough to get it for you.

“okay, she’s out in 20 and i have to be there in 10. kie, you got the cake?” jj scrambled around the room making sure everything was perfect for you.

pink and white balloons covered the ceilings of the chateau, a big heart shaped cake was placed on the kitchen counter by kie, pope and sarah were finishing the food while cleo and jb finished setting the presents on the coffee table.

“yeah. cakes decorated,“ kie said with a salute.

“same with the food,” pope pushed the home made pizza towards the table.

jj nodded and smiled widely. you were so going to love this. did you have any idea that it was happening? nope!

originally you guys planned for a pogue day at the beach. casual surfing and drinking alcohol infected slushees like you usually did. why ‘surf’ the marsh when there were perfect blue waves to surf with your family?

jj saluted back and picked his keys out of his pocket. he glanced at the small box of jewelry that cleo held.

he walked out the door and made way to his motorcycle, starting the ignition and driving off to your job.

you stretched and waved goodbye to your co-workers, finally you got to enjoy your day. you clocked out and walked out of the main entrance, glancing around for a certain blond on a motorcycle that’s almost killed him about 4 times and counting.

right when you were about to turn around you heard a loud roar.

“there you are pretty girl!” you spun around and saw a motorcycle approach you slowly. on the bike was your beautiful boyfriend waving at you with a smile on his face.

he parked his bike and kicked the stand, he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up looking into your eyes with pure joy.

“happy birthday, princess,” he kissed your lips softly. you mumbled a ‘thanks’ and cupped his cheeks while he rubbed his thumb on the side of your thigh that he held you from.

he placed you down when he finished with your kisses and stared at you with heart eyes. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. you really needed one.

he quickly kissed your cheek and pulled away, “you ready to go? the beach is waiting for its favorite surfer,”

you tied your hair back and sat on the back of his motorcycle as he started it up. “i thought you were it’s favorite surfer?”

“i am. but i had to let my baby have the spotlight for the day,”

you rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. “how nice of you,”

as you pulled up to the beach, you realized it was quite empty and your friends were no where to be found. you hopped off the red painted bike and started looking for familiar faces, yet there seemed to be none.

you turned back to your boyfriend and his lips were pressed in a thin line. “j, where is everyone..?”

he shrugged and pulled out his phone, fighting back a sly grin.

you felt your heart drop and frowned slightly. did they forget? no, they couldn’t have.. you’ve been talking about your birthday since last month!

you gave yourself hope by looking around again and seeing a curly haired girl with a surf board in her hands with a blonde next to her but it seemed to be some random kooks.

you trudged back to jj and peeked over at his phone. he was texting but you couldn’t make out what he was typing. he glanced at you and slid his phone into his pocket. “damn. ‘m sorry baby, do you just wanna head back to the cheteau?”

you nodded and walked slowly to the motorcycle. jj felt bad for giving you false hope but he truly believed he’d be able to make it up to you with what was set up back at your second home.

as you pulled up to the wooden house, you spotted the twinkie and a confused look crossed your face. john b must’ve walked to where he was if the iconic van was still here.

jj took your hand and dragged you to the front door. he tripped on the steps of the porch and yelled a loud curse word. “shit, are you okay, j?!”

you bent down and took his hand to pull him up. he rubbed his elbow and nodded. you kissed your finger and placed it on his elbow, a thing you guys did between each other.

he opened the door for you and you walked in. right before your eyes were your friends with party blowers and confetti poppers.

“SURPRISE!!” they yelled in union. you gasped, truly in surprise. tears of joy sprang to the corners of your eyes as you placed your hand on your mouth. jj wrapped his arm around your shoulder and grinned proudly.

pope walked up to you with a bouquet in his hands. you grabbed them and brought them to your nose, inhaling the beautiful scent of the fresh flowers. you noticed note that was on top of one of the roses and plucked it out.

‘happy birthday to my study buddy and forever + 1 ’

- pope

you smiled and hugged him tightly. after receiving your gifts from everyone else, (minus jj) you munched on the food that was prepared before hand and drank pink martinis from the pretty wine glasses that sarah brought over.

you laid on jj’s lap as you finished your last slice of pizza. he laced his fingers in your hair, combing through it gently. the tender laughs that surrounded you felt so… home like. the snort that sarah let out every now and then or the loud sound of clapping cleo made when she found someone absolutely hilarious. all of it seemed like it was just part of you.

“love,” jj whispered from above you.

you turned your head to face him and saw him looking down at you. you hummed and waited for him to continue.

“you remember that ring i got you in 4th grade, the one from those little machines that you had to put a quarter in to get a prize out of?” he asked, stroking his thumb on your cheek and glancing at something behind you.

you nodded. the ring he got you was a royal blue heart shaped ring. you wore it everyday until it accidentally fell down a drain while you guys walked home from school.

john b threw jj a box and he placed it in your hands. you felt eyes on you, phones out recording and kie’s disposable camera flashing.

you opened the tiny box and inside glistened a gorgeous ring. rose gold plated and sparkling stones reflected in your eyes. you awed and picked up the ring. on the inside you saw ‘j + y/i (your initial)’ engraved into the ring band.

god, the hours jj picked up so he’d be able to afford it was actually absurd. the weeks you spent bothering him to spend time with you.. it was always ‘jj’ this and ‘jj’ that when he was coming home at 1 am from work or leaving at 7, but soon it’d be ‘jj i love you’.

your eyes began to water as you slipped the gold onto your ring finger. you sat up and hugged the soul out of your boyfriend. “thank you,”

“anything for you baby,” he smiled and hugged you back, placing a kiss on your neck. “it’s a promise ring, so now you have to promise you won’t drop it down the storm drain,”

you giggled and slapped his shoulder. “i promise,”

the pogues screamed and clapped behind you. yelling lines like ‘that’s my boy!’ and ‘when’s the honeymoon?!’

he brought you close and placed his lips on yours. moving them slowly against yours. you shuffled on his lap and whined a little, rubbing your sweaty hands on his chest. he gripped your waist and let out a quiet chuckle against your lips. “don’t worry baby, you’ll get that part of your present later.”

your face heated up and you covered your face in embarrassment, remembering your friends were literally right there.

“awh. don’t go shy on me all of a sudden, princess,” he stroked your hair and laughed.

cleo chucked a pillow at you guys and gagged. “get a room.” kie laughed from besides her as john b stopped covering his eyes.

jj picked you up bridal style and waved off the pogues. “privacy my girl wants, privacy my girl gets.“

he brought you to his room and placed you on his bed. he crawled on top of you and left wet kisses down your neck. you giggled at the ticklish feeling, tugging on his hair. his hands played with the hem of your shirt. his eyes met yours for consent and you gave him a quick nod.

he lifted your shirt and pulled it over your head, he stared at the majestic body that laid in front of him. aphrodite really blessed you well. his finger trailed down your stomach, sending you into a cold shudder.

“mm, you’re so pretty, baby,” he whispered as his thumb circled your clothed inner thigh.

you squirmed trying to get him to touch you in the right place. “jj, touch me..” you whined

he smirked and slipped off your pants, shortly followed along by your panties. he groaned quietly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him. his thumb circled that spot as you whimpered uncontrollably. he removed his thumb from your drenched folds and placed a loving kiss on your lower abdomen.

you clenched your thighs together and covered your face with your hands. he was quick to take notice and pulled your wrists away, the rose gold ring still on your fingers, shining proudly. “keep your eyes on me, pretty girl, gotta watch how my mouths gonna make you cum,”

he held your wrists together with one hand and spread your thighs apart with the other. he sucked on the skin of your thigh, leaving a reddish mark that was soon to be dark.

you moaned and gripped onto the sheets as jj dipped his head in between your legs and started making a wet mess of you.

this was going to be a long night.

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IM SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS SO BAD 😭😭

i’m honestly just sleep derived rn but wanted to get this out before i went to sleep. ummm ik the smutty part was terrible.. i’m more of an imaginer so.. yeah.

i’ll try better in the future ofc, but hopefully this is ok for right now.

but yeah!! pisces season baby 🌬

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[jellieland]

So Martyn talked on stream last week about some editing choices he made that perhaps shifted the narrative very slightly. And then there's that new red skin. As is probably clear, this is very much influenced by @theminecraftbee's watcher fics.

---

SHE DID NOT LAUGH.

Martyn startles slightly, and looks up from the fabric he's holding.

"Y'what?"

CLEO. THEY DID NOT LAUGH AT YOUR JOKE.

After a moment to process that statement, he sets the fabric to the side. The sea breeze is pleasant tonight, but apparently one evening to enjoy it is just too much to ask. "Are you seriously gonna come after me for that one? You lot have too much time on your hands."

There is a sense of disapproval.

YOU LIED TO US.

Martyn rolls his eyes. "Oh come off it, you know you love it really."

The disapproval congeals into menace.

YOU LIED TO US.

He shrugs disarmingly, the picture of innocent concern. "Look, if you wanted a reliable narrator you would be checking out one of the others. How about Grian? Or Scar, maybe."

A beat passes, and he snorts.

"Ha, no, can't actually keep a straight face for that, sorry."

YOU ARE TWISTING EVENTS TO YOUR OWN SATISFACTION.

At this, his expression shifts. The red cloth, set down on a chest, flutters slightly in the wind, and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you serious? That's rich, coming from you."

YOU SHIFTED YOUR PERCEPTION OF REALITY, AND THEREFORE TO AN EXTENT SHIFTED REALITY ITSELF, TO GET IN AN EXTRA QUIP AND MAKE YOUR EX-SOULMATE LAUGH AT YOUR JOKE.

"Now- hang on, ok, you make it sound really bad when you say it like that-"

YES.

"I- look, I know! I know. I did it without thinking and then I kind of realized I was doing it, and I really second-guessed myself, but- what difference does it make?! What does it actually change? What does it matter?" The last word is almost snarled, and he catches himself. Breathes in. Breathes out. Continues, voice measured. "And now you're here to poke me about it even though you don't actually care, just because you think it's funny to see my reaction."

TO AN EXTENT.

He reaches out and grasps a handful of the cloth, curling his fist around it. It crumples, a little.

The uneven band of white at the bottom of the banner is very bright in the evening sun. Bright against the red above it. It reminds him of blood, dripping down an axe or spreading through the water like ink. Or maybe it reminds him of sharp, smiling teeth.

It's a sash. Part of his new outfit. Nothing more.

"Ah, give me a break." He says. "You ever been skewered on a single pane of glass? Not fun. Not sure I'm at my most interesting to observe right now, if I'm being brutally honest."

WHITE IS A DANGEROUS COLOUR TO WEAR, YOU KNOW.

There is a short pause.

"Yeah."

IT STAINS EASILY.

Another pause.

"Yeah." He says. "It sure does."

IT IS FASCINATING HOW MUCH YOU MISS HIM.

"Right." He says, perhaps a little bitterly. "Well. Good. At least there's that, then, I guess. You know I live to entertain."

In a single, smooth motion, he pulls open the chest and pushes the sash into it.

"Not quite red yet, though."

He closes the lid firmly. He can deal with that... probably tomorrow, it's looking like. That's ages away.

"Not this time."

#limited life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #namemc spoilers #technically #my writing

[tudorgirl]

Leather Jacket

a/n: Okay this is my first fanfic on here like this. This is my first JJ/reader fic. I tried really hard on this, so please be kind

warning: Some curse words, mentions of Luke Maybank, JJ being JJ, angst fluff ending. Loosely inspired by the song “Leather Jacket” by The Arkells

word count: 1 k

pairing: JJ/ girlfriend/ex reader

The rain was blurring your vision, you could barely make out bright reflecting halos that were speeding past you on the road.

Your short dress wasn’t your brightest idea, and your boots were soaked with the puddles you could not avoid to get here.

Teeth chattering from the cold breeze along with what felt like a tsunami to you.

Where was your ride? And where was your phone for that matter?

Just then a car pulled up beside you, next to the pay phone you used to call.

You opened the door to the old car, and you hurried into it shivering.

“Here” JJ Maybank said handing you the leather jacket with a smile

He had been asleep when his phone rang that early morning. He had been crashing at the Chateau since the breakup. JJ was surprisingly sober, but he wasn’t in a peaceful dream either. He was replaying your last conversation.

“I can’t do this anymore JJ”

“Do what Y/N?

“We have been dating for three years. Do you even love me?

“The hell kind of question is that. Of course I love you Y/N.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it. John B and Sarah are married. Pope is thinking of proposing to Cleo… we are still here crashing in my apartment pretending to live together like we did three years ago” you had said tears forming in your blue eyes JJ loved so much.

“Y/N come on… don’t cry. I hate seeing my angel cry” he said trying to wrap his arms around you.

“I need stability JJ. I want a life with you as your wife “you said hiccupping from sobbing.

“You want to get married?” JJ asked dumbfounded scratching his head.

         That had been in, the last straw for you. Of course, JJ loved you. He had never loved anything more in his existence. He dreamed of a life with you, but he was a pogue. You were a kook. It shouldn’t matter to him. You had proven status didn’t matter to you.  You moved out of your parents figure eight mansion and into a one-bedroom apartment near the cut to be closer to him.  The money wasn’t gone though. Your parents still gave you everything. They even accepted your relationship with a Maybank.

         JJ was still Luke Maybank’s son though. He thought you deserved better. He knew it. You still stayed and that’s why he couldn’t propose.

        You had left the Chateau a week ago. He had broken your heart and it killed him. He was doing the right thing. You would move on to some kook prince and get the life you were worthy of, not the shit hole of a life he could provide for you.

         He was relieving all this when his phone rang and when he looked at the glowing screen it was no caller I.D. He answered anyway, still hopful

“Y/n? he asked sitting up in bed.

“JJ…I lost my phone at the bar, and I need a ride. Can you pick me up?”

“Are you at “the Gater”?” he asked putting his shoes on.

“Yes.. j its raining and I’m cold” you said sounding miserable.

“Be right there sweetheart “He got his keys and got his jacket and was off to the bar you two had made so many memories together.

You took the leather jacket that still smelled like tobacco and bergamot, the aroma engulfed your senses. It might have been his father’s jacket but it reminded you of the man that you still adored.

You remembered everything from three years of dating. The fast-food dates where you would share milkshakes with the cute blonde boy. The dance at your school that he thought he didn’t belong, but you proudly held his hand and guided him to the dance floor. To wrapping your new puppy in the garment as you brought it to your apartment.

A leather jacket that was home just like the man in the drivers seat was.

 He put the car in gear and started driving in silence. Neither of you knew what to say at first. The heat was making your tired bones comfortable and soon you had fallen asleep.

JJ looked over at you and chuckled to himself. He only woke you when he stopped at your apartment building.

“Y/N… hey were home—er I mean were at your place” he corrected himself but felt his cheeks go crimson.

You opened your eyes and looked around and nodded understanding JJ. You unbuckled your seatbelt and were about to get out when JJ reached to gently take your hand.

“Why’d you call me?” JJ asked softly.

“You were the first person I thought of.” You said honestly meeting his gaze.

        You were walking to the entrance of the complex when you heard the familiar voice behind you.

“Y/N I cant give you what you grew up with” he screamed over the pouring rain.

“I grew up with loving parents that accepted me for everything I was. You cant give me that Maybank?” you asked walking toward him getting soaked again.

“I will love you with everything I got” he said as you reached him cupping his drenched face in your hands.

“What are you saying then?” you asked softly.

“You have my heart, my jacket, why not my last name?

You jumped in his arms and kissed him deeply.

He returned the kiss then took your hands in his and with the fear of becoming his father subsiding in his gut he asked the girl he loved to marry him.

“Yes JJ Maybank I will marry you” you said giggling then took his hand as you both ran inside from the storm.

As the door closed you noticed the tears in his eyes mixed with rain-stained cheeks. “I love you J”

“Y/N I love you too. Before we plan our wedding though. I have one more very important question for you”

“What would my fiancée like to know?” you asked giggling at the word “fiancée”

“Who the fuck uses a pay phone?”

The sounds of your laughter replaced the rain outside, and you both knew the sun would pierce through the sky again.

tagging @mvybanks(for help and inspiration) @moremaybank(for inspiration) and @maybankslover( inspiration)

#outer banks #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #jj/reader #jj and reader #jj/imagine #jj maybank #jj obx

[spitefulwriters]

JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera (1.4K) JJ and Kiara living their next life (or, snapshots after El Dorado, a series)

They hadn’t talked about anything that happened at Kitty Hawk. It wasn’t like him and Kiara to say the things anyway. But then again, it was.

Apologies through glassy eyes and shiny smiles. Hands sliding to faces and shoulders, whispered words of wanting. Words he was finally ready to hear, words he could finally say back.��

They hadn’t said it again though, not in the light of day. JJ thinks he could right now, gazing at sunset streaking through curls of bronze and gold. Kiara’s knees drawn up, palms dug in the sand as she leans back and stares at the ocean with a smile, despite the crashing tides they both know are ahead.

She edges closer like she heard it in the silence, sand dusting over their hands as she covers his with hers. She’s always beat for beat with him, often a beat ahead of him. Even when they were just gangly limbs and unruly hair racing on the playground, when they were the last two left to burn down a joint. When he’d hurled beer cans and insults and she said, I love you. 

She floats a grin his way, lays her head on his shoulder. And it’s something, he thinks. Something to tell him it was all real. That she’d pressed her lips to his, that he’d sighed into her hair. That those words were whispered in the woods.

But then, everything else was real too. It all happened – all of it – and nothing’s quite the same now. Tattered loose ends and darkened corners. Lurking ghosts and faceless fathers, bruised arms and locked cabins. No matter the glittering gold that followed them from El Dorado. 

It’s only been a couple weeks, deep wounds and open cuts. Some that festered, that had been there all along. And some torn open, brand new. Some in a good way. 

“You gettin’ in?”

JJ shrugs, rests his head on top of hers. “Only if you are.”

They might as well still be on the far edge of that playground, wordlessly finding a space in the sand as the rest of the Pogues bob up and down in white capped waves. It feels the same for a moment, John B’s wild laughter lifting through the breeze, Sarah’s shriek as she falls off his shoulders. Cleo with arms outstretched, challenging the massive wave rolling through, Pope right by her side with a grin. It’s hard to feel like they’ve lost when it feels like this too.  

They’d found stolen moments like these, legs pressed together on the plane back to the Banks, hands tangled under the table, lips brushing in the hallway. 

It isn’t as if the other Pogues don’t know something’s going on, probably had known for a while now. But JJ doesn’t mind it, having something just for them. He so rarely has anything for himself. 

“John B seems a little better. Sarah too,” Kiara says absently to the wind, like she’s seeing what he’s seeing. The light scattering across the water, even with the dark depths below.

Her eyes flit to the sand, watching the bubbly water edge at their feet. She stares at their reflection and he sees it. The one who’s not really any better. 

It cracks him open in places he thought he’d gone numb, parents deceiving, disappointing, disappearing. But this isn’t him now, this is Kiara. He can’t afford to fall apart – never could, did it anyway – and he slips his hand from hers only to pull her closer with an arm around her shoulders.  

“It’ll all work out.” He couldn’t believe it the last time he heard those words, abandoned and fatherless on a dock – no it’s not…but maybe in the next life. Well, the next life’s here now, and he has to believe it for them.

It’s how she looks at him that terrifies him. Like she believes him too. 

He kisses her, just ‘cause he can, ‘cause he’s spent half his life wanting to. Because he wants to get better at this whole in the daylight thing. Even if kissing it better isn’t the answer. Or maybe it’s exactly the answer they need. 

The Pogues are all but blurs in the distance, but someone focuses in on them anyhow, a wolf whistle echoing across the water. 

Kiara chuckles against his lips, whispers, “I think the jig is up.”

“Whaddya mean,” he murmurs between kisses. “They totally buy we’re friends.”

“Sure.” She laughs, rifling a hand through his hair. “Friends kiss sometimes.”

“Friends totally kiss,” he quips, “just ask JB or Pope.”

“Hey, now–” She shoves at his shoulder, but he catches her arm, drawing her to his chest with a laugh.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he breathes out, whispers in her hair as he tightens his arms around her, “C’mere. 

She sighs, saltwater hair tickling his cheek as she buries her face in his neck. “You’re not my friend, y’know.”

“Damn, Kie. Only known ya since grade school and all.” 

She pulls back to meet his eyes, a smile quirking on her lips. “I mean you are, of course. But you’re just…” Running a thumb over his cheekbone, she tucks a lock of blond behind his ear. “Y’know?

He hums. Nods. Thinks about how it’s been that way for a long time now, at least for him. “Yeah. You too.”

*

Kiara wasn’t really one to mess with ghosts. Spirits were meant to stay where they belonged. Invisible, hidden. 

Kiara. I need to know you’re okay.

It wasn’t the first message, and it wouldn’t be the last. No hiding from this one. Proof of life, it’s what her mom wants. Probably wants much more but knows better than to ask. 

Sunlight muddles through the kitchen at Sarah’s condo, the condo that they’d said was temporary. Haunted by those ghosts that should remain invisible, stay buried in South America instead of living in vaulted ceilings and subway tile. She knows she and JJ feel the same way, but she doesn’t know if that means they’ll be on their own. They haven’t gotten that far, and yet, she’s gone a lot further with him than anyone else. Thinks, maybe he has too with her, in a way. 

You too, he’d said. And it’s all she needs. JJ, when he’s all tangled bed head, dragging into the kitchen. When he’s gnawing the crust off his toast, crumbles speckling beneath him. When he swoops to the fridge to get a drink, presses his hand to the small of her back. Brushes his face against her hair, if just for a moment. 

It’s the way her back warms from his touch, the way her hair flutters from his sigh. How she wants to hold him and touch him and kiss him, how she knows this hollow feeling won’t be there forever. Proof of life.

She’s known this feeling before, this loneliness. And JJ was there, even when he wasn’t. Maybe it was the same thing that year at the Kook academy that it is now, just the thought of him that sparks her to life. 

It happens sometimes, maybe because she’s seen him unconscious more times than she’d like. An uncontrollable urge to watch him breathe or hold a palm to the thrumming in his chest. Feel his warmth and his life. Sometimes in odd hours of the night, sometimes in the middle of breakfast. She thought she’d made it so she didn’t need anyone. 

“God, I love the burned pieces,” he mumbles through a mouthful of toast, pouring his juice. He’s barely put the drained glass down when she’s got her hand on his cheek, crowding his space. He’s caught off guard, but he’s quick. Snakes an arm across her back, fists her curls in his hand. When his lips find hers, she reminds herself that whatever they have, whatever they are, it’s hers. She chose it, when her world had been nothing but pre-made plans.

He looks at her like he does, and she thinks about that lonely year again, when she thought she’d never get this look back. Thought they’d had their last night in the hammock together, buzzed and flushed and clumsily pressed together. How he never left her, even when they weren’t talking, when she was sure he hated her. 

She doesn’t owe her parents. She doesn’t hate them either, hate isn’t the word. Later, her thumbs hover over her phone’s keyboard, mentally listing off her lasts with them. 

I’m okay, is what she types, finally. It’s partially true. 

-Reese (SW#2)

#jiara #jiara fanfiction #jiara fic #jiara oneshot #jiara fanfic #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jj maybank x kie carrera #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jj x kiara #jiara obx #jiarasource #obx #obx fic #obx fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfiction

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

I came across this spell for removing enchantments the other week, and it sparked an idea I decided to run with. I have further plans for it, but with several other projects going on it'll be a little bit before I pick it back up again...like say, maybe, when it's time for Whumptober. >:D

--

Scott's world was red. Strange, perhaps, for a man whose eyes and status indicator were green, to see only red, but that's what it was.

Red like the petals he'd dried in the sun. 

He hadn't been able to find any geraniums, and the only asters he found were blue. But there were roses, and plenty of poppies, because of course there were.

Red, red poppies. Like the ones blooming on Jimmy's cheeks when he tucked a flower into Scott's hair, saying it represents my love for - 

For flowers, he had said in the end, and Scott had felt a pang of disappointment but smiled anyway.

For flowers, he had said, and two days later said good morning, flower through his yawn when Scott crossed the valley to see if he'd had breakfast yet.

Scott didn't know if it was deliberate or not, but his own face bloomed red.

Red like the roses plucked from the shadows of the Crastle. Red like the hair of the figure watching him from above as he did so. He gave her a friendly wave, and she raised her hand in greeting, and he carried his harvest back to the valley. 

He thought Cleo had given him a strange look, for a moment, as she looked at the bundle of plants at his side, then at the castle around her, then at his face shrouded by the dark cloak he'd pulled around his shoulders before leaving home.

He couldn't tell what her expression meant, and he had a suspicion that she didn't know either, but he was too preoccupied trying to recall stolen, scrawling notes he'd read years before to puzzle it out.

The ink had been red, he remembered.

Red like the casings of dynamite stuffed into a minecart. Red like Jimmy's mournful eyes, hidden away against Scott's neck but seared into his memory anyway. Sorry, petal, he whispered into Scott's skin for the fourth? fifth? time. Scott lost track, more concerned with holding him close as they moved against one another, reassuring his husband over and over that he still loved him, that he wasn't going anywhere, that red didn't change a thing.

He dwelled on the memory as he sewed a little satchel, rough fabric stained red by unpracticed hands. He could have done far better, if they'd asked. It didn't matter. They were effective enough for their intended purpose, the Dogwarts banners, and effective enough for their new purpose. Scott pushed his needle through the last remaining scrap of a red banner burned by the fury in Jimmy's red eyes.

They were going to sacrifice you, Jimmy ground out through gritted teeth. I know they were. Well, they can't have you!

Scott poured sun-dried petals into the packet and sewed it shut.

He loved the way Jimmy loved. Fiery, passionate, red-hot love. It was beautiful, intoxicating, magical -

And dangerous.

Jimmy threw himself into danger over and over again, driven by fear driven by love.

Magical. Scott didn't know a whole lot about magic, beyond some half-recognized song in his blood and half-remembered writings that caught his eye over the years. But he knew it could always be broken.

He pressed his lips to the satchel, a soft, reverent gesture that he kept reserved for the man humming in their makeshift kitchen. He could still change his mind. He could rip all the stitches out of the budding magic, undo it, throw it out and pretend it never happened.

Scott's world was red. His world was on track to burn himself up trying to protect Scott.

Reckless, stupid, red-hot love.

Scott tucked the satchel under Jimmy's pillow. 

Magic could always be broken. He just had to break his own heart to do it.

#trafficshipping #flower husbands #file: storm writes things

[hackerqueen]

Lost without you

a/n: yes im on my period, and yes im crying rn. JakexMC as always

A life went on. It was not the same.

But it went on.

Who would have believed two years ago that we would be where we are at this moment? In the beautifully decorated church where, less than twenty-four months ago, the funeral of one of our friends was held.

The decorative flowers, however, did not overshadow the beauty of the gorgeous bride, who was just walking down the aisle to join her soul there with the man of her life. The organist was playing a wedding tune on the piano, which was now ringing in my ears. I watched, listened and felt their love as they looked deeply into each other's eyes, put on rings or swore fidelity to each other until the end of their days. If someone were to ask me about a couple that went through so many storms and hurricanes together that didn't wipe them off the planet but only made them stronger I wouldn't have to think long.

Hannah and Thomas.

They were perfect. They had survived a nightmare from which they were nevertheless able to wake up, and the life that lay ahead seemed like a long-desired dream.

The wedding was also wonderful. But as I stood in the middle of the crowd, boisterously chanting the names of the new newlyweds a wave of loneliness and alienation hit me like hail on the first days of spring.

Life flashed on, even though it only took one look at each of them for me to know the loss they had experienced. Dan and Cleo stood under the bar and sipped whiskey, drinking up the fact that Richy was not here with them. Jessy sat distant, and although a small smile wandered on her lips, her eyes remained blank.

Similar to mine.

Where had he gone? What had happened to him? Was he still in hiding, or was he now being brutally interrogated by the FBI? He had to be alive. I didn't believe anything else.

Why did he leave me with only the memory of oceanic eyes and the bitter aftertaste of the last three words he wrote to me? I didn't know what feelings accompanied me. Anger, grief, sadness?

All that was certain was that I damn missed him.

What if I never forget him?

What if, all my life when I meet someone new I can never fall for them because they aren't him?

And just like that I started to cry.

I thought we'd have more time. If I had known how our story would turn out I would never have allowed it to end this way. Was it even possible to call it a story? What were we?

A failed potential. A faded picture. A memory.

We were memories that blurred each new morning when I had to wake up and get on with my life.

And even though my heart screamed that this chapter was not yet over, I knew deeply the painful truth. Sensitivity and longing believed that Jake would one day return. Perhaps he will write and explain that this was the only way he could keep us safe. Perhaps he will stand on my doorstep one day and beg for forgiveness. And perhaps he will sit in the last pew at my wedding, when I will finally give my heart to someone else, and I will never know of his presence.

But one thing hasn't changed and never will. I felt a warmth in my heart that told me that the hacker who turned my whole world upside down was alive. In the same city or on the other side of the globe. It didn't matter as long as he was safe.

Despite my gaze blurred by tears, I smiled. We were under the same sky at least.

My gaze then fell on Thomas. The man I had comforted as much as I could two years ago and convinced him to fight on. That his beloved one was alive and together we would find her.

But when he regained the love of his life, I lost mine.

#duskwood jake #duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #jake duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #everbyte duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood everbyte

[surftrips]

TATTOOS TOGETHER

OBX WRITING WEEK DAY 5 — HOW YOU GET THE GIRL W/ KIARA CARRERA

word count: 900

summary: the pogues get matching tattoos, but y/n takes it a step further to show her love for a certain turtle-loving girl.

a/n: i feel absolutely awful for posting the last few stories for obx week late but i appreciate every single person who has participated in it by writing, reblogging, and reading along :') <3

“Let’s get matching tattoos!” JJ blurted out. 

“Are you crazy?” John B. asked his best friend.

You and the Pogues were all on the boardwalk, spending another hot summer day just wandering around.

“Come on! Something to remember this moment by.” JJ explained. 

“I don’t know…” you started.

“Wait, I actually think that’s kind of a cute idea. I mean, you only live once right?” Kiara interrupted. Not that you minded. You could never be annoyed at her. 

“Wait, are you serious?” Sarah said. 

“Yes, dude. Pogues for life, right?” 

“Yeah! Right…” you said, hoping no one noticed how quickly you changed your mind. 

But because you and the Pogues had all been friends for so long, they had found out about your “secret” crush a very long time ago. 

You had been falling for Kiara ever since you met her in elementary school. Her wavy brown hair and golden highlights, the way she cared about the environment, her sense of humor. Something about her pulled you in, you always felt the need to be in her presence. To be seen by her. You wondered how it felt to be loved by her. 

A few years ago, you were admiring Kiara as she did tarot card readings for your friends when JJ came up to you. He whispered in your ear, “Pretty, huh?” snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah— wait what?” 

“You like her, right?” 

“Uhh, no. Not like that,” you said, unconvincingly. 

“So you just look at everyone like that?”

You relented, “Ugh. Fine. Maybe I do have a tiny, tiny crush on her. But it doesn’t matter, she would never like me back.” 

Your “tiny, tiny crush” on Kiara never went away. Soon, the other Pogues began to find out (mostly because JJ couldn’t keep his mouth shut) and you were growing scared that Kiara would be next. But to your knowledge, no one had told her. Yet. 

However, this matching tattoo thing was your chance to make it known. For a while now, you have been complimenting Kiara’s tattoos. The 11:11 on her wrist, the star on her anklet, and your favorite, the sun on the inside of her arm. Once, you joked about getting the moon to match with her, but she insisted that you actually do it. 

After more convincing from JJ, Kiara, Cleo and you against Sarah, John B., and Pope, the seven of you walked into the one and only tattoo parlor on your side of the island. 

Kiara and JJ were the only ones out of the group that already had tattoos, so it was safe to say the rest of you were just a tad nervous. You were braving it for the sake of not embarrassing yourself in front of who you thought was the coolest girl in the world. 

You had all decided to get “P4L” in tiny font in various places. Kiara on her wrist, JJ on his arm, Pope somewhere “hidden” according to him, Cleo and Sarah on their back shoulders, and John B. on his thigh. You just happened to be getting yours in the same spot as Kiara. 

After everyone took turns in the chair and expressed varying levels of uncomfortability, it was finally your turn. You had made up your mind. 

“Guys, I’m actually going to get two,” you announced.

“Y/N, are you sure? It’s your first time!” Sarah asked, concerned.

“I’ve been wanting this second one for a while so might as well get it out of the way,” you shrugged. 

“What are you going to get?” Kiara asked.

“I think you know.” 

“Wait. Are you serious?” 

Pope jumped in, “What is she talking about?” 

As the Pogues waited impatiently for the artist to stencil in your design, Kiara realized what you were doing. 

“Y/N. No. Freaking. Way.” 

“Yes. Way. It’s not too late for you to take back what you said, though.”

“Are you kidding me? This is incredible!” she squealed. “I can’t believe we’re going to have matching tattoos!” 

“Woah, woah, you guys are going to be matching? You’re more in love than I thought,” JJ said. 

His comment was punctuated by a thick silence in the air. 

“What? Was I not supposed to say that?” 

It was true. You being in love with Kiara was like a blind item in the group. Everyone knew, no one was sure if Kiara really knew, so no one brought it up. You were content with being her best friend on most days, and you only didn’t make a move in fear of losing the most important friendship you had. But if there was even the slightest chance she might feel the same way…

“Y/N?” Kiara broke the silence, looking at you. 

“Yeah?” you said, sheepishly. 

“Is that true? You have feelings for me?” 

Fuck it. You were already halfway through getting a permanent matching tattoo with her, you had nothing to lose. 

“Yes, but I don’t just have feelings for you. Feelings are fleeting. I’m in love with you,” you paused. “And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m still getting this tattoo, for our friendship. Because I want to have that forever with you.” 

“Shut up,” Kiara stopped you, placing her hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. 

“Finally!” Everyone cheered, including the tattoo artist, who just seemed happy to be there.

#obxweek23 #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #kiara carrera #kiara carrera x reader #kiara carerra imagine #madison bailey #madison bailey x reader #kiara carerra x you

[ilexdiapason]

(link to the original story!) | (universe by @liloinkoink, but it’s my nissan micra!)

-

Well, Martyn’s really and truly fucked it.

It’s all well and good to say you’re living in a fantasy world now, time to seduce the king and shoo off his fiancé, get moving, but actually getting in there and trying to do it had been another story. He’d had great difficulty steering Scar in the right direction with all the restrictions of his palace guard position, he’d constantly had to excuse himself to Skizz about his strange disappearances and slacking behaviour, and worst of all he’d managed to cock it up to the point that Bdubs veered straight off into the Etho route and ran off with him before Martyn got the chance to do anything about it. Which he had really doubted would be possible, given the number of interactions they’d actually had by that point, but apparently it was enough.

He just - he feels like he’s a bad judge for these things. It’s easy when you’ve got a nice big visible bar at the top of the screen to let you know how close you are to being able to smooch your man of choice, but now that this is Martyn’s reality…

Either way. Doesn’t matter. Etho’s used the last of his power in Dogwarts to orchestrate the assassination of the Red King, and it’s all come crashing down.

At least, he assumes that that’s what happened, given that he can’t see an assailant, but Ren’s just been shot in the chest anyway.

Quicker than Cleo’s preferred method, at least, he tries to reassure himself, kneeling and applying pressure to the King’s wound as much as possible, although he knows somewhere deep within him that it’s not gonna work. God, he hasn’t - he’s not played Etho’s route through enough times to keep track of how they bumped the King off, but he’s pretty sure it involved a remotely-detonated mechanism. Something to keep the blame off them scot-free; something Etho would only have the time and inspiration to invent if you unlocked enough special scenes of him forging shirtless and sweaty in the workshop or whatever. If you didn’t, he wouldn’t have the skills, and he’d get the gallows for it instead.

“Who,” Ren croaks from beneath him, “who - who did this?”

“Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh,” Martyn tries fruitlessly to reassure him. “Sir BigB’s run in the direction of what- of whoever it was. Don’t tire yourself out, my lord. Just let me take care of this. You’ll be fine.”

He’s not gonna be fine. God. Shit.

One shot and he’s fucked it.

“This is -” Ren attempts to reach for the arrow lodged between his ribs, but his arms can’t quite coordinate the movement “- too serious. Who -?”

“Don’t,” he insists. “I promise you’ll be okay,” he lies. “Just stay still and I’ll - and help will come.”

The King doesn’t look convinced. The reality of his death appears to be setting in now. He moves instead for the half-moon glasses that sit askew across his nose, nail hitching on an encrusted diamond, pushing them back into place. “You’ll have their head for me, won’t you, soldier?”

“Of course, my liege. Stay down.” Ren needs this, Martyn thinks - in a world where his last hope for love has abandoned him, loyalty will have to do. And Martyn’s going to snitch on Etho for this, for all the good it’ll do. He has to.

“I want them to -” he starts coughing violently, then, and Martyn begins shushing him again, still pressing on the wound, because for all he’s meant to be a knight he’s never actually been taught first aid and he’s just kind of running off the vague memory of hearing that you’re not supposed to pull the knife out.

“Of course.”

“To suffer,” Ren finishes weakly.

“They will see justice, my lord. The hand of Dogwarts will not be kind to them.”

Etho’s gonna fuckin’ pay.

Martyn closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of the castle - to the quiet muttering among the other knights in the room, and the distant noise of celebration, as yet unaware of the fate that’s befallen their King. Today is a holy day, from what he’s gathered, and not one Prince Bdubs was ever in the mind to celebrate. They’re probably halfway to Centuria by now; something about crossing the river in the night, and looking into each other’s eyes, and Etho removing that bandanna for only him, because Bdubs is the only one he trusts enough to show his scars to. Sickening, really. Etho’s killed a man tonight, and all him and Bdubs are thinking about is how pretty each other’s mouths are. Martyn doesn’t want to dwell on that any longer than he has to - but he also really, really doesn’t want to watch the light drain from Ren’s eyes as the search party turns up cold and the Red King dies in his most useless soldier’s arms.

Martyn lets his head drop onto the King’s torso, eyes dry but heart entirely numb. He’s fucked it, and he’s going to have to live with it.

This is his failure. This is his legacy.

When the cold, smooth marble under his knees turns to rough-worn fabric, it’s enough to shock him into sitting up. Except he doesn’t sit - he pitches directly out of an unsteady hammock and on to the planks of the ground, and hold on a second -

Someone barks out a startled laugh. “Woah, man, you good?”

Skizz. Martyn picks himself up and pulls away the blanket that’s tangled around his shoulders and he’s back in the soldier’s quarters, somehow, apparently.

“Don’t tell me you’re already hungover,” says Skizz, and claps him on the shoulder, and isn’t this what he - “C’mon, the engagement party’s tonight! You don’t want to be out of commission before it’s even started.”

“The - tonight?”

But that was - but he’s -

Martyn’s -

“Jeez, man, what did you get up to last night? Yes, that’s tonight, it’s Saturday. I know time flies, but -”

“Sorry, Skizz,” Martyn interrupts, because he’s getting a second chance, and the gleeful truth of it is rising in him like a tsunami, “guess I just lost track of time. Right - engagement party. I’m on it now. Don’t stress.”

“Good,” laughs Skizz, “I already covered for you when Etho came through, but I dunno how I feel about running around after you all night.”

Martyn raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you’d do it, no questions, no complaints.”

Of course Skizz has no idea where Martyn gets that impression from, and certainly doesn’t realise that it’s because Skizz already did do that last time, but he still rolls his eyes and smiles. “Yeah. But that’s just ‘cause you’re my dude, and we gotta stick together! Now c’mon, we’re late already. We should head down and get suited up.”

A second chance. Another shot at saving the Red King from the tragedy that is Prince Bdubs’ fickle heart and careless decision-making. Martyn’s got experience now, and he’s gonna learn from his mistakes, and he’s gonna get it right.

Dogwarts can only do so much on her own. It’s looking like she’s gonna need a Hand to extend her reach, to help her keep her king alive and happy.

He barely pays attention while he’s putting on his armour this time, much more occupied by thoughts of what he’s going to say when he finally runs into Ren.

#treesekai #treebark #trafficshipping #joining the parade of ppl who are writing for this au because its so dumb but so appealing #ilexworks

[satveek]

Jake X MC ~ the proposal

Richy: I am so sorry MC. MC: My forgiveness doesn't matter. Me and Jessy are ready to hide the fact that you were the man without the face. But, Richy: I know. I will hide the fact that the guy who saved me from the fire in mine was Jake. MC: Thank you Richy. Jessy: Will you promise me and MC that all this will never be repeated? Richy: For sure! Jake: MC! MC: Oh no, you are badly hurt. Alan: Who's he? MC: Oh he, he is my friend. He came here with me only and he went inside the mine to find Hannah and Richy. Alan: Is there anyone else inside? Jessy: Richy said that he saw the kidnapper. He got turned down into ashes. Alan: I hope this guy is not 'the hacker' Richy: For sure. He is not 'the hacker'. Lilly have shown us the picture of him. He is not that guy. Jake: *looking confused at MC* Alan: Thomas have taken Ms Donford with him. You guys can go and meet them. MC: Sure. Jessy: Cleo is too with them. At Hannah's appartment. MC: Hello Hannah. Hannah: *Confused* .... Lilly: Hey MC. Jake: Hello Hannah. Thomas: Hannah, the kidnapper made a deal where he asked MC to go in the mine and he will free you and Richy. Jessy: I wish that was true. Dan: We didn't sent MC there. It was Alan and this hackerman. MC: His name is supposed to be Jake. Jake: I don't preferred to be called Jake. Hannah: How are you Jake? Jake: .... I don't know how to answer that. MC: He is confused and tired. He need to go out and spend some time alone. Jake: *More confused* Kinda. *walks out to breath fresh air* Cleo: MC knows a lot about him. Dan: Why is that hackerman still here? Richy: He saved me Dan. Lilly: I think MC should go and talk to Jake. Hannah: Why? Richy: So MC, are you dating Jake now? MC: I wish i could. He is not into me. *teary eyes* Jake: *coughs* I am sorry I heard that. MC: I am immune to you reading and hearing all my chats and gossips. Dan: Does he do it frequently? Jessy: Everytime. MC: I hate it now when he don't. Jake: Really? MC: You lack sarcasm. Thomas: I feel like that wasn't sarcasm. MC: *Blushes* Jake, a word! Jake: If it's a proposal I am ready. MC: I thought and wished you to be the one initiating this but I guess i have no issues with that either. Hannah: Are you proposing Jake, right now? Lilly: Hannah, let her have her moment with big brother. everyone other than MC and Jake: What!? Jake: umm.... guys... MC: Afterwards Jake! Jake: We should clear it off. MC: You are bad with words. Hannah: How you know him so well? MC: I will clear it of for you Jake. Jake: You always do work for me MC. You made everything easier for me I don't know how many of works you have done on my behalf. MC: I will keep doing works on your behalf., but you need to promise me one thing. Cleo: I can't believe this is really happening. Jessy: I knew that this will happen one day. Jake: Guys... let MC finish her sentence. Hannah:But.... MC: Promise me that you will always stay by my side, protect me the way you protected me from the man without the fac. promise me that no matter how worse the situation come you will keep trusting me. Promise me that you will always keep loving me. Jake: *Speechless* *Take a step further and Kisses MC* I will always have your back. MC: *Blushes* I love you. Jake: I love you more. Dan: Wait, what! Hannah: Are you serious right now? MC: I bet on the fact that I love you more. Thomas: We are still waiting for the explanation of big brother. Lilly: Jake is mine and Hannah's half brother. others: What!? Jake: Yes, it is true. I will bet on 5credits. MC: I am raising the bar to 7 credits. Jake: Last time when we did this, you wont the bet. So, this time let us consider you winner straight away. You love me more! MC: *BLushes* .... Jakes Kisses MC Jake: I love you my lady! <3 Some more blushes.

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