#jkw: thread

[dhampiravidi]

Things were a lot better in Ipswich than Jayn thought they would be. After the accident (explosion) she’d caused at her school, her parents had told her she was a witch and sent her to their family friends, the Danvers in Massachusetts. Jayn was not loving the autumn cold, being from California, but she did like living in a big house with a sweet guy: Caleb. (Mrs. Danvers mostly kept to herself.) And now they were going to meet his friends at a bonfire, something she’d never been to before. She didn’t understand why they were meeting at the top of a cliff, though.

“Who’s the chick?” a blonde boy asked.

“I’m Jayn. Hi.” He grinned and introduced himself as Reid, before turning things over to Tyler and Pogue. Jayn tried not to stare too much at Pogue, immediately finding him attractive.

———

Chase was just starting at Spenser Academy. Not that he cared much about his education—he already had inherited his deceased adoptive parents’ fortune when he’d turned eighteen. No, he was going there because the Sons of Ipswich would be there. He’d done his research: Caleb would be turning eighteen not long after the school year started, meaning he’d be able to will him an Ascended’s amount of Power. Until then, Chase could enjoy himself and get into his victims’ inner circle.

He hitched a ride with some guy—a guy he had to kill when he saw him use his Powers. Nosy people. Chase got down to the beach and started looking for the Sons.

@ray-jackson-defender

#ray-jackson-defender #jkw: thread

[dhampiravidi]

kool-aid: the zenith of society

It would be just her luck to be in one of the biggest cities in the US when the world ended. Everyone knew about the Colorado town that had fallen ill & then there was the chemical spill in the Mississippi, but people forgot about the 1st & of course, the government claimed to be fixing the 2nd tragedy. Next, the country fell sick. When other countries reported that their citizens were showing similar symptoms & dying, it became clear to the public that there was a problem. It was like all the other international crises: conspiracy theories, celebrities making social media posts, public service announcements...

Until certain people got powers & 75% of the world had died. All of a sudden, the global panic that already existed skyrocketed. Los Angeles definitely was impacted, seeing as how there were fires, looters & screaming everywhere. The hospitals were filled to capacity. & Jas needed food. She & her roommates had been sharing their last few snacks & bottled water (thank goodness they'd stocked up when they had), but then it turned out that Adrienne had been sneaking out to see her boyfriend (despite their quarantine agreement). Suddenly she was sick. Nancy followed soon after, since they shared a room. Jas tried her best to stay in her room, unable to fly out to see her parents (not like LAX would be safe anyway). Two days later, she realized she was hydrokinetic when she took a shower.

Anyway, Jas had packed a backpack with bottled water, a small First Aid kit, two books, a handheld notepad, all the cash she had left & her phone charger (actual cellphone held in her sweatshirt pocket). She had read about some kind of government or volunteer (unclear which) convoy going around, trying to help survivors by providing clean water, transportation & food. It was supposed to be going through the city, a 20-minute drive from her apartment.

Well, after getting into a car crash that sprained her non-dominant wrist, she had to walk alongside the freeway. She ended up in whatever area, tired but proud of herself. & all of a sudden, someone was poking a switchblade in her face, demanding her stuff. Jas froze, tears streaming down her cheeks as she quietly pleaded with them. Her powers couldn't help her; what were a few tears supposed to do?

@meepiedeepie

#jkw: thread #apocalypse rp #tw pandemic #pandemic tw #meepiedeepie #toxic relationship tw #tw: toxic relationship #cult tw #tw: cult

[dhampiravidi]

Ius in bello (Law of War)

She knew going in that it was going to be hard. Back when he had prowled the streets, gun owned by the Russians, “Artemis Kelly” kept her ass at least a football field away from Baba Yaga territory. But then, no one talked about him anymore—at least, not in the present tense. There wasn’t the same fear hanging in the air when someone spoke the name “John Wick”. So after she’d gotten at least fifteen years or so of experience under her belt, she went for the big one.

She couldn’t get him using a sight. His house was on flat land, with a long driveway. So she’d have to grit her teeth and take one for the team (not that she had a team to speak of).

Fuck, he was good. She’d gone at him the moment he let her in (since she needed to use the bathroom so badly), and seven minutes later she was taking cover behind his kitchen island, holding one of her last knives. Jas’s tactical gear was supposed to be hidden under a sweatshirt and loose yoga pants, but the rips in her clothes said otherwise.

And then there was the sound of tires, a quarter of a mile away. When did he have time to call in reinforcements?

@deathtransformed

#jkw: thread #deathtransformed #lmk if i need to change anything!

[dhampiravidi]

not every face is a friendly one

Jas was used to the subtle rush of confidence & determination (no, not adrenaline, that wore off too quickly & was therefore unreliable) thrumming under her skin. She had yet another job to execute & another target to take down. But she had to find him first. Thankfully, Valentine Morgenstern (who she’d stab in the back as soon as he paid her) had given her an excellent description of Jace Herondale. On top of that, Jace was famous for having helped rediscover the Mortal Cup, so everyone knew which house he was living in. It wasn’t hard for her to catch him on the street by himself.

“You’re not from around here. I’d remember if I’d seen you before,” she told him, a flirtatious smile on her face, “I’m Jasmine Silverhand, but I go by Jas. Jas, not Jaz. What do I call you?” Lying & acting were things she was used to. She was just afraid that the glamour hiding her demonic runes & her color-changing hair might wear off in front of someone.

Cathan had just finished a boring meeting with a few members of the Clave (the Shadowhunter government). He knew that he was in the city to negotiate a temporary truce between the Seelie & the Nephilim, but he was used to trips outside the Fey-world being fun. On occasion, he & some other fey would go into human clubs, smiling, drinking & dancing. They used glamours to hide any inhuman characteristics. People always found him to be handsome & charming, so it was weird, sitting in a room full of stoic Shadowhunters. He was glad to meet everyone he'd be dealing with, but he also craved adventure, sex & a good laugh.

Steps outside of the embassy, Cathan did a few simple stretches, since he was feeling stiff. He easily caught the attention of two women who were passing by & his wink made them giggle. Maybe his time in Alicante wouldn't be so bad, after all, he decided. He heard the doors creak behind him, opening to reveal another person. On impulse, he turned to see who it was.

@killing-gremlin

#jkw: thread #killing-gremlin

[dhampiravidi]

Caleb was taking her to meet the rest of the Sons of Ipswich AKA his best friends, and Jayn was extremely nervous. It wasn’t like she made a point of staying away from people (especially guys), but...she didn’t exactly go out much. Add that to the fact that she was doing college online for the foreseeable future and her social skills were pretty damn weak. What scared her the most, though, was that the guys would be the ones in charge of her magic tutoring. If they didn’t like her, the next few months were going to be horrible.

“They’re going to like you. I promise.”

“Hm?” She looked over at Caleb, who she’d only known for two days. He was surprisingly welcoming, for a guy who had suddenly had a random girl shoved into his home. Pretty people like him could always turn out to be assholes, but something about him told her that he wasn’t like that.

“Be yourself. Now c’mon, California girl, let’s get in before you freeze.” With all the fear, she hadn’t even noticed that her bundled-up self was shivering. She matched his smile and followed him into the bar. Immediately, the noise put her on edge. Thankfully, Caleb noticed and guided her to the back, where three guys were sitting at a table laughing. The noise died down as Jayn and Caleb approached. “This is Jayn.” 

She awkwardly waved and nodded to each boy as he introduced himself. Reid, Tyler, and Pogue were in all of Caleb’s stories, not to mention the pictures in his room. And dear gods, Pogue was making her wish she’d worn something a bit cuter than biker boots and layers. Her eyeliner and earrings sat at home, forlorn. Jayn was grateful when Caleb started talking again, because she needed something to distract her from his friend’s soft-looking hair and toned body (she’d never seen a leather jacket that was tight around anyone’s arms before).

“Tyler, what happened to your friend? The girl from DnD?” Caleb asked, once they’d all sat down. He was curious, but he hoped it wasn’t Reid just trying to set him up with someone else. Unlike Pogue, Caleb had continued to date after his breakup months ago. Well, “get fucked” was probably a more accurate description. He never led anyone on, but he struggled to have more than a one-and-done kind of relationship. No one he met was real enough for him.

@abrushwithdeath

#abrushwithdeath #jkw: thread #I hope it's okay! #I'm thinking Cassia's in the bathroom or something idk up to you

[dhampiravidi]

Ashley had known Simon her entire life. He’d been her sister’s best friend since they were in kindergarten. She was four at the time, but even then she could see the way the older boy looked at her sister. It only got more obvious the older they got, and the more Ashley fell in love with the older boy. But she didn’t think Simon even noticed her, or if he did, she knew he’d only ever see her as a friend, if not just Clary’s kid sister.

It was Clary’s birthday, and Ashley knew Simon would be there soon. He was going to pick her sister up and take her out for her birthday. The young girl planned to stay home and do her homework, trying not to think about the older boy.

Simon arrived right on time, knocking on the Frays' door. He held two small gift bags, one of which contained some new paintbrushes & some oil pastels for Clary. Jocelyn had offered him an emergency key to the apartment since he came by so often, but he'd declined. He didn't feel right having one unless he had to move in with the Frays for some reason. & that would be awkward, considering his feelings for both of Jocelyn's daughters.

He'd instantly crushed on Clary, liking how outspoken & artistically talented she was. They easily became best friends, having the same sense of humor. But over time, he'd also started to be attracted to her younger(ish) sister Ashley, even though she was quieter. He liked how kind & intelligent she was. The gift bag in his other hand held a gift card to Ashley's favorite restaurant, plus that thing she'd been looking at the last time they all visited the mall.

#stu-machers-girl #jkw: thread

[dhampiravidi]

no one is innocent anymore. not even you.

Valentine Morgenstern had created The Circle, the extremist faction of The Clave that was hell-bent on eliminating Downworlders. & he'd sucked her Uncle Wayland into it, making him disappear--literally. He hadn't Fire Messaged Jas & her father in over a decade, so she had to get a warlock to find him. When he was untraceable, meaning "either dead or hidden by strong wards," Jas was livid. If Michael Wayland was untraceable, it was more likely that he was dead than anything. Any warlock or fey brave enough to capture a Shadowhunter would take them to their homeland (Hell or the Faerieland, respectively) for torture, then execution. But his disappearance would've traveled through the Shadow World as his peers desperately asked for news.

So it had to be Valentine. Most werewolves & vampires wouldn't dare break the Accords for something like that. Besides, Uncle Michael was raising a kid in Idris the last time he wrote. Only Shadowhunters got in there, 9 times out of 10.

She told her informants to keep an ear out for sightings of an imposing man with platinum blond hair. They found & quickly lost him, so she went hunting herself. Jas watched a boy who had to be his son leave a club with some girl--then she froze, feeling that she was being watched herself. @stu-machers-girl

#stu-machers-girl #jkw: thread #I was thinking Jace catches her spying on Sebastian? up to you if he attacks or asks questions first... #her demonic runes would be visible as would her pointy ears. he might mistake her for a faerie or just be confused. again up to you!

[dhampiravidi]

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ (Cass to Jayn because when Cass is domming she's 100% a tease xD)

"Cass," Jayn whined again. She couldn't remember how they'd ended up in her bed, besides the fact that Cassia was her girlfriend who'd promised to help her with her Astronomy homework. She just knew that she had made the mistake of nipping at the older girl's lip one too many times while they were making out, and now she was being tortured. Punished. Made to suffer.

Cass sat on her knees, which were spread just enough to keep Jayn's legs open. Both girls were only partly dressed, with Cass left in her bra and panties, while Jayn had lost her bra and still had her own underwear on. And that was the problem. Her girlfriend, who was normally so loving and sweet, had decided to turn her into a moaning, teary mess. She'd made her dizzy with kisses, then run her lips everywhere that she was sensitive, and then, when Jayn was already aching and sort-of-wet, she still wasn't done. No, instead, Cass gently pinned her down and mouthed at her through the thin cotton, lapping and suckling at Jayn's needy cunt. Jayn could move her hips enough to hump against those sinfully soft pink lips, but that was all.

Within the last few minutes, she'd tried rubbing her nipples, which had grown sore and started to peek through her t-shirt, because maybe touching them would help...? Yeah, no. It felt good, but it only made her wetter and more wanting. Jayn kept pleading (when she was able to make intelligible sounds), but Cass wouldn't let up, probably because within the last few months their merry foursome had discovered Jayn's edging kink.

"C-Cass, pl-ease!" A single tear ran down her cheek. Cassia saw and faltered, eyes widening in shock.

"Oh, gosh. Babe..." She leaned down and hugged Jayn, kissing her forehead and then her lips. "I'm sorry. I'm done, I promise. Here--" Cass moved down and pulled Jayn's soaked underwear down. Her cunt was glistening, so wet that Cassia's two fingers slid right in.

"M-mh...m-more, please..." She added another, coaxing a warm moan out of Jayn. A few practiced thrusts and curls later, Jayn came, twitching and whimpering. Cass smiled down at her, stroking her hair. "Uhn...love you...even when you're...mean."

"Love you, too."

"M'night...stand. Last drawer." Cass went looking, not sure what to find, until--

About half of the drawer was taken up by sex accessories. There weren't a lot, but there was a dildo, a vibrator, lube, condoms, and a Ziploc of baby wipes. "Oh."

"Vibrator. On high. I wanna see you."

#jkw: thread #astral-athame #thanks for the ask! #well this was fun hehe

[dhampiravidi]

that never happened - sure it did

from here!

Jas knew she was taking a risk when she finally decided to break into Tony Stark's mansion. She needed to get into the bottom level, where there was plenty of robotic armor he could control remotely & where the computer she needed to access was. Stark's AI, JARVIS, was yet another obstacle. & obviously, she'd be in trouble if Stark himself caught her. So she waited until an opportunity presented itself. When Stark was seen in Germany as Iron Man, she went to Malibu, CA. & when the news reported the beginning of some invasion in New York a day later, she hauled ass & went to the mansion. Of course, she didn't go by herself.

A while back, she'd had a bodysuit commissioned that made the wearer invisible to technology by blocking the person's heat signals. It was hard to breathe in, but Jas wouldn't need it for long, especially when she could temporarily block her own body heat. Long story short, Jas took a detour, then swam up to the cliff that Stark's place sat on. She scaled it using her powers, walked right in & her Hot Box was going through both SHIELD & Stark's database (apparently he'd accessed their stuff before) when a pleasant voice told her that she'd been caught. JARVIS had noticed the movements in the computer system. She had to tell him her story to keep him from calling the authorities (some of whom might shoot her on sight if they didn't literally want her blood to test).

"Jas," she said with a frown, correcting JARVIS's boss, "That's 'Jas' like 'ass', not like the music 'jazz'." Not that he'd be around her much longer, since he had probably called some SHIELD agents to pick her up. Well, she was always ready for a fight. "I already told your butler. I needed to find some information about Vaya Saunders. She worked for David Tech Inquiries some time ago." She was used to telling parts of the truth & to keeping a straight face in tense situations. But she wasn't used to speaking to many more people than her temporary contacts & enemies who had temporarily caught her. So it felt weird.

@delightindarkness

#jkw: thread #delightindarkness

[dhampiravidi]

👙 ( For Pogue to see Jayn in lingerie~ @in--noctem )

She kept trying to quietly motivate herself to leave the bathroom.

Pogue had lit up when she'd modeled those lace panties during the lazy day they'd shared while on winter vacation with their coven. But what if he was actually just trying not to laugh? He'd tugged off her sweatshirt & they'd had some really good sex then (wall-shaking, Reid-shocking sex, apparently). At least, the sex was good for her...it wasn't like he hadn't had better with Kate, who probably looked good in everything she tried on...

Jayn told herself that she was being realistic. She wasn't thin. The straps of her bras gently indented her skin, & the garters she'd tried on had all squeezed her in a way that made her look uncomfortable, even if they didn't feel incredibly tight. She had left the lingerie store in tears, clutching the small bag with her two purchases as if someone were going to try & smack it out of her hands. But she'd still told Pogue about it (minus the teary part), because part of her wanted him to know. She wanted to be pretty--for him & for herself.

That's not what she saw in the mirror, though.

Her nails, which were freshly manicured from the afternoon before, nervously drummed on her bathroom counter. She kept her eyes on them, because when she'd finally finished doing her makeup after she got dressed, she'd freaked out. That was the price she paid for being fat & looking in the mirror.

She didn't understand why it was so hard. She didn't find every girl to be attractive, but they all seemed to be more attractive than she was. Blonde, brunette, redhead, plus-size, toned, pale, tanned, dark-skinned--women of all kinds were beautiful to her. & yet it was always a miracle when Jayn saw her reflection & wasn't disgusted. Sometimes she did her hair by using her shadow to check for stray locks, just so she didn't have to do the alternative. No one knew that.

"Jay? I'm comin' in--"

"No-!" But Pogue had had enough. According to her phone, he'd been waiting for her to come out for almost 10 minutes. No wonder his patience was wearing thin.

He opened the door, ready to model for Abercrombie & Fitch as always with his perfectly tousled hair, soft hazel eyes, & (shirtless) toned body. Jayn was never jealous of him. She just wondered if she deserved him.

His lips parted just as his eyes widened. He hadn't looked that surprised when she'd revealed the designer panties hidden under those thick yoga pants.

"H-how...how bad is it?" Jayn managed, eyes big & glassy like an innocent baby cow's. She didn't know what she'd do if he laughed at her. In her dreams, her reaction depended on what he said, not what he did.

"Baby...babygirl, c'mere." He stepped into her space, gently moving her so she was facing him. His hands rested on her hips, as usual. He might've smiled, if she didn't look so pathetic. "Don't cry. Hey..." A hot stray tear ran down her cheek, cruelly wetting her lined eyelids. She'd even put on some eyeshadow, which she'd never done before. "I know you were scared. I won't say you shouldn't be, I don't know how you feel really...but I know you did this for me." Good try, he's saying. "I think you look so sexy--why don't you?"

"Huh?" She swallowed a sob & he laughed gently, trying to wipe her eyes. "Nooo--'dab, don't wipe', it'll get smudged--"

"It must be really fuckin' hard, being a girl. Assholes hitting on you, periods...Jaynie, you're always saying how hot I am. But I don't always feel like that."

"Really? Wh-why?" He sighed, looking away for a second.

"I...I can't--it's a long story. I just need you to understand that you're not--nothing's wrong with you just because you aren't confident all the time. You also aren't ugly, you're gorgeous, an' I wouldn't tell you if I didn't think so. Do I lie to you?"

"...no."

"Good. Now, let's see what we've got here!" Pogue took her hands & stepped back, admiring every inch of his girlfriend. She'd put random curls in her hair, then combed it out into a cheap version of beach waves. Her dark eyes were lined & shadowed, & she wore subtle lipstick. The lingerie she wore was a pink, v-neck satin slip that ended just past her butt & had black lace on the tiny side slit, plus the neckline. "Goddamn...we're gonna 'test the structural integrity' of this, aren't we?" he asked, shit-eating grin on his face. The phrase came from some night when he was rambling about cars, only for her to cut him off with a kiss & drag him on top of her for being so cute.

"Yeah! I guess we are," Jayn replied. It was always hard to keep from smiling when he already was. He took her hand & led her into her bedroom, where he'd taken the liberty of folding her quilt back & getting some condoms ready. Within a minute, the two of them were on the mattress, groaning, kissing & pawing at each other.

"Love you, mmh~"

"Hm, of course--oh, f-fuck, Pogue--"

"My sexy girlfriend, look at you, so damn pretty, mmm..." He'd stripped, put on a condom & was pushing the fabric of her slip up to her waist when--

"Pogue, wait, there's--"

"Oh, damn. Jay..." She hadn't told him that, aside from the slip, she was wearing a matching set of black lace: a fairly simple bra without underwire & surprisingly comfy crotchless panties. He stared at her neatly trimmed, very wet cunt, which was so nicely framed for him. She gulped, noticing the hungry look in his eyes & spread her legs some more, trying to be helpful. Without warning, Pogue Fucking Parry lunged, licking her from bottom to top like he was starving.

"Ah-! Nnnhahahnnmhnh--" He was taking "eating her out" to a whole other level & she returned the favor once she could see straight. I guess I don't look too bad after all.

#I feel like Jayn randomly suggests calling their friend group “the Ipswich Coven” & she's so excited it kinda catches on after that #& yes I know we haven't RP'd the winter trip which is why I chose to write a random event AFTER that (I don't wanna skip it entirely!! ;-;) #Pogue wouldn't let me lol #jkw: thread #in--noctem #thanks for the ask! #ugh I had to wait for a day when I wasn't hyperfocused on my private worldbuilding or feeling down...so yeah here it is! #body positivity #pogue fucking parry #emphasis on the fucking

[dhampiravidi]

"You look good like this." (Ronnie teasing Jas ❤️)

Ever since her parents had been killed, Jas pursued everything she wanted like it was a matter of life and death. Her days were a mixture of intense exercise, dedication to her career, and sleep (assuming she could get her body to comply). Some of her colleagues had called her a sociopath, because she hardly ever joined anyone in the office for anything after work, and whenever there was a competition, she dug deep to win with nothing more than a blank expression.

Then Ronnie joined her floor. Everyone loved him: he was charismatic, smart, and conventionally attractive. But Jas noticed that when he "helped" his coworkers figure out their problems, he was just being encouraging. Their boss trusted him with a decent amount of important assignments. And thanks to her acquaintance in a different department (they'd met when Jas told off some jerk spitting slurs at the poor guy), Marcus, Ronnie had fucked a few people at his previous job--the same job that'd given him a glowing recommendation. Ronnie wasn't nice, he was just clever.

So she did some more digging. See, before Jas entered the corporate sector, after she went to the pretty European schools...she'd taken the time to learn some useful skills, namely: lockpicking, judo, and investigation. Ronnie had come from Section 8 housing. His mom had been taken away after one too many schizophrenic fits, and his dad...based on the criminal record, was a violent alcoholic. So Ronnie joined the Marines. Something gave him enough trauma to discharge him early. Then he disappeared for a bit, and resurfaced with a college diploma. Cue a perfect upper-middle class bachelor life hardly interrupted by any solid relationships, and no social media presence.

Ronnie confronted her when their boss announced what was, essentially, a contest with the reward of a promotion. He knew that she had murdered the people responsible for her parents' deaths. He also had a recording of her getting off in a conference room (it was ONE TIME). So he was blackmailing her; she couldn't win or present his past without him showing his hand. But she told him she didn't care. Her seeking justice and working off some steam was practically therapy. He screamed "criminal" in so many ways.

Their boss announced that they both got promoted at the company holiday party. They smiled and drank (a little) with their coworkers, then made up some excuses, so they could meet outside.

"Delete the recording."

"You still have a copy of my shit."

"Sorry for technology--it's everywhere."

"Fucking bitch."

"Arrogant dick."

They ended up fucking in the bathroom of some bar they Uber'd to. The two of them agreed that it had been a "crime of passion", more or less.

And then they did it again.

And again.

At hotels, then in the shadows, then in each other's apartments when it was 3 AM and neither of them could sleep.

"You look good like this, Grey," Ronnie teased. Jas had always insisted that she top, no matter what, to the point of getting dressed and leaving when he argued with her. She wasn't going to tell him that it was because of the creepy things those men had done That Day, threatening to violate her before they left her crying in a pool of blood. He wasn't going to ask.

Instead, he had suggested they try a new position, with her on her hands and knees, facing the wall while he grabbed her hips. She kept grumbling, and he kept delaying the inevitable, making stupid jokes.

"If you want your dick sucked after, you'll shut up and focus."

"Roger that." He pounded her into the next weekend, but he didn't get food with her. He didn't stay the night. And they both kept it all a secret from the other people at work, even though they both texted each other dirty pictures and videos to fuck up the other person's concentration, and even though they kept each other's underwear as very unhygienic, fucked-up souvenirs sometimes.

It was just something to do.

And then she was three months pregnant.

#I got so fuckin' excited when I saw this eheheh!! #jkw: thread #her disdain for most people is high #muhahahah! #in--noctem #in--somnium #tagging both for your convenience :D #thanks for the ask!

[dhampiravidi]

heist: in the heat of passion

[previously]

Billy:

Ever since that heist where Billy had taken more than he should have, Jas had been angry with him. They argued a lot - more than usual anyway. It's not much of a bother to him. He finds it amusing in any case. Maybe he should be taking things more seriously...but that had always been something difficult for Billy to do. He isn't really listening to what she's saying at this point, not taking in her words. He's just loving seeing her reaction of being so frustrated with him. Honestly? He finds it so...attractive. So much so that his brain isn't really thinking straight. A small smirk plays on Billy's lips and he leans in, pressing his lips to hers.

Jayn:

At the moment, Jas was snapping at her work partner about maintaining supplies. He needed to get more in the habit of prioritizing what he kept and what he left when they had to leave a location for good. Maybe, she hissed, he’d forgotten all that survival shit he learned overseas and maybe he still thought he was some suit with a damn bidet in his toilet, but if he didn’t start thinking, she wasn’t going to be working with him anymore. Yeah, well, somewhere in that rant, he’d gotten up and gone over to her stiff, angry form and kissed her. Normally, Jas would’ve shoved him back, but she didn’t. “You little shit,” she spat, before yanking him into another kiss by his collar. If he was going to do that, she was going to be the one dominating the kiss.

@scarsmasked

#scarsmasked #admin #jkw: thread

[dhampiravidi]

in--somnium:

To be honest, at the start of all of this, Pogue had nearly given up. He’d thought that he’d done something wrong, or that maybe Jayn simply didn’t like him. It had been disheartening, at first. But things had, thankfully, worked out fairly soon after. A relationship that began with all but making out in the backseat of Tyler’s car… until their friends had returned from grabbing the pizza, anyway.

Things had started kinda fast, but Pogue was trying not to rush it too much from there, even though it was a little difficult sometimes to keep his hands to himself. He was very affectionate, most of all physically, and there were times he had to stop himself from getting a little too handsy with her. But, in general, Jayn didn’t seem to mind how physical he was- all the kisses, all the times he just wanted to hold her or keep his hands on her hips or her waist. He loved touching her…

During the phone call, though, he was going to try to act a little more restrained. The last thing he needed was her parents thinking that he was trying to rush their daughter into… less innocent things. He wanted them to like him. He hoped they would like him. Pogue fidgeted just a little bit as he waited for her parents to answer the call, then he did so a little more when he finally heard her father’s voice, followed by the sounds of him and her mother getting situated. He kept quiet, though, waiting for Jayn to introduce him and hoping that her parents would be as happy to speak with him as he was to speak to them. So when they seemed to be pretty pleased that he was on the line, Pogue couldn’t help but grin wide, an arm firmly wrapped around Jayn’s waist to hug her to his side. “Hi! It’s nice to finally meet you both. Well… talk to you both, at least,” He chuckled, then turned to give Jayn a little kiss atop her head when he noticed she was getting embarrassed to let her know it was nothing to be embarrassed about. Really, her parents seemed great. “Been doing well, how about you two?” He asked, totally content to make a bit of small talk for this first conversation. Nothing too intense or that might catch him off guard was good to start with. “School’s been alright. Jayn’s been a major help this semester, though. Dunno how I’d get through history class without her,” He meant that quite sincerely, actually. He and Cass studied together a lot, but it was always easiest to understand things when Jayn explained it to them. “Jayn’s been telling me a bit about you both. I’d especially love to hear more about the software engineering, when we’ve got more time,” He didn’t know much about publishing and all of that… but anything in STEM usually caught his interest pretty well. He was also really, really, hoping that they’d have more opportunities to speak after this, and that maybe he and Jayn’s dad could talk cars and tech and stuff.

Cassia remained oblivious to Caleb’s intentions to speak to her dad before their date. In fact, how her dad was gonna react when Caleb came to get her for it was still proving a small point of concern for her. Her dad seemed to like him without ever having met him… but would he feel a little differently when they finally met? Or what if Caleb didn’t like her dad? What if things were super awkward and uncomfortable and Caleb decided that he had to break up with her just so he wouldn’t ever have to go through that again? Okay, that last thought was totally off, she was sure. Even if things were awkward, she doubted Caleb would break up with her because of it. And it’s not like her dad was a jerk or anything, and neither was Caleb, so that wasn’t an issue. She was just… thinking worst case scenarios.

Before she could pick back up the conversation, that scream drew her attention. She didn’t feel all that startled by it- she’d spent plenty of time around her younger cousins and such and she recognized the scream as belonging to a kid pretty quickly… and on a night like this with people dressed scarily for Halloween? Well, there were bound to be plenty of kids screaming from time to time- both out of fear and just out of excitement. But Caleb’s attention had been drawn by the scream, too, and his own reaction was very different from hers. Cass was caught by surprise when Caleb quickly moved to shield her, the sound clearly triggering something in him- protective. Fearful, even? It made her wonder what, in his past, she didn’t know about. Something upsetting, no doubt. Caleb, from the outside, seemed damn near perfect- handsome, smart, kind, thoughtful. Hell, he was even rich… which wasn’t something Cass cared about, but which plenty of other people admired, anyway. But there were times she’d caught little flashes of… something else. This wasn’t the first time she’d caught a glimpse at a different side of Caleb, but it was certainly the most obvious. Usually it was just her picking up on less-than-genuine smiles or catching him with his brows furrowed in worry when he thought no one was looking. Had something happened to him that he had yet to tell her about? She wouldn’t ask. If he wanted to tell her someday, then he would. But she had a feeling it was something heavy…

She smiled softly when Caleb calmed back down and took her hand in his again. “You don’t have to apologize,” She assured him. “You were just protecting me.” Which was… actually kind of nice because, despite her stature and the way she acted, Cass was used to being the one doing the protecting (even when others were perfectly capable of protecting themselves). Of course she knew that smile of his was a cover, but she smiled back a little more anyway, hoping to draw a more genuine one from him as he asked his question. “Yup!” She insisted, even despite what had just happened. “But it looks like I’m gonna have some competition in the business of protecting. So… who’s really gonna be keeping whom safe?” She joked. If there had ever been a question before about whether or not Caleb was going to protect her, well, it certainly wasn’t a question anymore. She’d already thought, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would, but he’d only just solidified that thought by jumping to protect her without hesitation from what ended up not even being a threat, but just some kid who had gotten scared by Reid.  She gently pressed against Caleb’s arm, looking up at him. “Ya know, maybe you should have dressed as a knight in shining armor,” She grinned, referencing the other couples costume they had considered. “It would have suited you nicely.” Then again, Caleb didn’t have to dress like a knight to look like one. With a stature like his, and that handsome face… actually, he might as well be a prince. And her? well, she felt less like a princess and more like a kitchen girl who fell in love with the heir to the throne.

Tyler laughed at Aaron’s reason for letting go of his hand though, really, he agreed that it was probably for the best. These haunted houses could get absolutely terrifying, and Tyler knew he was the kinda guy who let himself get real into. Chances were he’d come out of there laughing hard from all the screaming and jump scares he’d endured. Now that it was their turn, Tyler spared a quick glance back at the rest of his friends (well, minus Pogue and Jayn who were off somewhere else) and gave them a thumbs up as if attempting at some sort of reassurance that they’d all make it out unscathed. Then he turned back to his boyfriend. “Alright, let’s do this.” And into the darkness of the haunted house they went, followed closely by Caleb, Cassia, and Reid (whom he hoped wasn’t planning to go through the haunted house with a mouthful of candy lest he should scream with a mouthful of chocolate and end up choking).

Jayn was thankful that Pogue didn't react negatively to her dad's...enthusiasm. (Though, in hindsight, she was just glad that her father seemed perfectly okay with the idea of her being alone with a guy her age.) When Pogue surprised her with a kiss, Jayn used her free hand to muffle her giggles. She snuggled into his side, hoping her parents would grow to love her boyfriend as much as she already did. He always kept a smile on her face, giving her compliments, physical affection, and anything she needed to make her feel special. Her mom had warned her about getting too close to him, since the virtual learning period the university had allowed her ended in a couple of months. But Jayn couldn't stay away from Pogue, any more than she could stop being friends with the group who'd taken her in. They'd given her their hearts, and she hers.

Her smile only grew as Pogue spoke. From the first moment they'd met, he'd been interested in learning (not that she'd realized it). That was probably what she liked most about him, aside from how good he was at loving her in general (and okay, yeah, he was hot). Like her, he was a nerd, a natural sponge soaking up everything the people he cared about wanted to explain. So, it'd been really awesome to blab about her love of ancient history while he and Cass sat as Jayn's active listeners. She got to help them, and they sort of helped her.

"He's a fast learner," she told her parents, not wanting them to think that Pogue was just using her for his grades. And then he asked about software engineering, bless him. She could practically see her dad beaming in his office chair.

"Are you more into data analytics or just writing code? They're both interrelated, but I started with the data," her dad said excitedly.

Caleb tried his best to let the tension out of his shoulders once he knew Cassia was okay. At least it wasn't like a year ago when a honking horn or a barking dog would be enough to make him anxious. That, along with everything else that'd happened the night his father died, was probably what had led Sarah to break up with him. He wasn't mad at her, and he was glad to be with Cassia, but he still felt that the breakup was his fault somehow. He'd hate to lose Cass over something similar. Still, occasionally, he wondered what would happen when he told her he was a witch.

Her question made him chuckle, even though he was still working on slowing his racing heartbeat. I'll protect you, but you'll keep me whole, he thought in response. It sounded cheesy in his head, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Maybe we'll end up helping Reid," Caleb joked, staring back down into her lovely dark eyes, "I feel like we might have to help him find his candy after he drops it and runs off screaming." He chose not to mention the time that the blond had freaked out and punched one of the haunted house actors in the face. That hadn't been the best Halloween, and just speaking of that catastrophe would probably jinx things. When Cassia mentioned the knight costume that he'd foregone in favor of his current one, he smiled, feeling himself get a little more comfortable in his body again. "So, I guess you're my warrior princess, then?" he asked. They stepped up to the conveniently creaky doors of the haunted house, hand in hand. "I'm ready when you are, milady."

Before they entered the haunted house, Aaron took an (unfortunate) break from holding Tyler's hand to take his fake bottom row of teeth out. Not only were they starting to make kissing difficult (he liked how creative he and his boyfriend had been getting, but he'd like some full-on kisses more), but he had a feeling that he'd lose the teeth when he started screaming. He carefully took them out and put them in his plastic bag. It was kind of gross since they'd been doused in his saliva for a while, but it was a necessary evil. Thankfully, he'd only used two fingers to grab the teeth, holding them by a long fang. He also had used his bag hand, so even when he'd wiped his fingers off, he could still hold Tyler's hand.

The next thing he knew, they were walking into a dark mansion. The place had been decorated to look as if some terrible accident had taken place like a murder had been committed in an abandoned house. Cobwebs, light mist, and caution tape were strewn everywhere as decorations. There was low ambient music playing, almost as an ominous afterthought. Aaron wasn't sure if it was part of the haunted house or not, but the floorboards of the house were groaning with each step he took. And then, it seemed like a dead end (no pun intended).

"Which way do you--" Suddenly, a detective who'd had his heart ripped out from his chest lunged out from the shadows, screaming bloody murder (again, no pun intended)! Aaron screamed back and instinctively jumped back, barely brushing what seemed to be a curtain. "Tyler-!" He tugged his boyfriend with him, running through the curtain to a hidden room.

Reid was getting very excited (or maybe that was just his usual demeanor, hyped up by the sugar he was consuming). He chose to wear his plastic bag of (remaining) candy like a tight-fitting backpack during his haunted house experience. When it came to be his turn, Reid proudly stepped up to the threshold and peered inside. It was dark, which was to be expected, but he'd always been a curious child. Once he got the signal to go in, he simply traipsed inside like Dora the Explorer (or her cousin, Diego), eager to see everything that the place had to offer.

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#in--somnium #jkw: thread #so many cute feelings in this thread ugh #shhh Cassia you are a PRINCESS & we won't let you forget it #yes everyone in this group is a nerd in their own way <3 #hyperfixations hobbies and hugs that is all #sorry I had to repost bc we've switched to the new editor

[dhampiravidi]

📱(Pogue and Jayn ❤️)

Why the fuck do you hate me?

Can we talk?

I love you ♥ 😊

Do you want to have sex? Soon?

Did you & Caleb have a thing? Before we got together?

sent:

HOW are you the most greasy yet cute, silly yet genius, sexy yet adorable person on Earth? ugh ♥ I love your heart/mind/body. Happy Birthday, Baby. See you soon!! 😍😁🥳

#jkw: thread #in--somnium #thanks for the ask!

[dhampiravidi]

🧥 for your muse to give my muse their jacket when it’s cold out (Pogue giving his jacket to Jayn because she's probably not as used to chilly autumn evenings as he is~)

Jayn always had mixed feelings about September. It was her birthday month (and Caleb's), and she took an odd sense of pride in being a Virgo. September meant that Spooky Season was near--but it also meant that school had already begun. And it was the month when most of the day would be a hot 85 degrees...until the sun decided to go home for the evening and drop things down to 50 degrees. The big drop hadn't happened, so Jayn hadn't brought a jacket on her date with Pogue. REGRET, her mind and all the teeny hairs on her skin screamed as she and her boyfriend left the gelateria. Mind you, the only reason they were outside was because she'd started to get sleepy, given the amount of carb-laden, delicious, perfect food in her tummy.

It was all Pogue's fault. He'd endured her griping, worrying, and (a tiny bit of) crying concerning the big Modern Greek III test Jayn had. She loved hearing Greek, but trying to conjugate the words, not to mention remember all the grammatical rules, was so confusing to her. Their group put in extra effort to help her study and just support her in general, until she finally had to confront the test on her own. Somehow, she scraped by with a B+. Pogue rewarded her with a surprise date, picking her up on his motorcycle as usual. Pastries and coffee, then a trip to a science museum (it was for Pogue's homework but they had fun), the most AMAZING Italian food, and a showing of one of Pogue's favorite movies (The Boondock Saints; Jayn liked it because she enjoyed both violence and young Sean Patrick Flanery), and finally they ended the day by picking up some gelato to go. They'd planned to stop at some of the shops, but they were both starting to get tired. As usual, they would drive back with leftovers. If either of them began to doze off, Jayn would teleport them back to Caleb's. Neither of them had anticipated how cold it would get.

Jayn yelped right as Pogue cursed under his breath. He was able to adjust in a couple of seconds, having gone through mini snowstorms in Massachusetts before. But poor Jayn was a California girl--one who had never been to Tahoe, one who loved and preferred Southern California's mid-70s to the current 50s. "Jay?"

"Hm? y-yES?" she squeaked, trying to get Pogue going with her in a brisk fast walk. In her mind, they just had to hurry. Soon enough, they'd be on the motorcycle, hopefully, surrounded by the warm winds of freedom instead of cold breezes--

Pogue was laughing. Curious, Jayn turned around. "Jay..baby, c'mere."

"What...?"

"You're freezing. C'mere." She pouted and frowned, mad that he was laughing at her discomfort. He always loved how emotive she was, even though she could be a little crazy sometimes. At least she wasn't keeping how she felt a secret from him. Pogue took off his beloved leather jacket, holding it so his girlfriend could put it on. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Pogue! No! I can't--no. Then you're gonna be cold." Damn. The way she cared for him always made him feel special.

"Then you can warm me up when we get home." It was so easy to make her flustered, even though they'd been dating for a while now.

"Yeah, okay, fine." Jayn carefully moved the bag holding their gelato from one hand to another as he helped her put his jacket on. They both laughed--his sleeves were several inches longer than her arms, so much so that he took the bag from her hands and just let her flail around.

"Haha, alright Little Penguin Love, c'mon before you freeze."

"Little?!--my gods, Pogue--ugh, fine." He turned to go, and she stopped him by gently bumping into his side. Jayn managed to grip his sides (sort of). "Thank you. For everything: putting up with my venting, and inability to decide on food, and my--" He interrupted her with a kiss. Rude, the logical, boring part of her brain muttered, as she smiled with tired eyes. "I love you, too."

"Hey, keep those eyes open. I want a good cuddle before I go."

"No. Stay the night."

"Yeah. Okay."

#jkw: thread #in--somnium #thanks for the ask! #is september summer or fall? #I think of trees w/orange leaves & school so fall for me #+ summer's the Fire Nation which my brother used to tease me about when ATLA came out in '05 #yes this thread means that Jayn transfers to Harvard for her next year of uni!! IDK if that's sophomore or junior but she does it #& YES Pogue called Caleb's house 'home'. Does he mean 'Jayn's home' or the OT4's? up to youu

[dhampiravidi]

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜ (Cass to Jayn)

She'd had a nervous excitement bubbling up inside her ever since she and Cass agreed to call their next outing a "date". It was the same feeling Jayn carried in her heart when Pogue had asked her out months before--and that had been her first date ever. She had told Caleb that she and Cass were going out, yes, on a date...and figured he'd tell Pogue. It was kind of sneaky, BUT, she reminded herself, there were polyamorous people. They existed. Besides, she and Cass had also agreed that they were going out on a date to test the waters; maybe their kiss (OK, several kisses) in the kitchen was just horny college kids being horny.

Most of their date was just fun! They were constantly laughing, and of course they always had something to talk about. Cassia told her that whenever she got tired, she'd drive her home, but contrary to her usual nature, Jayn found herself getting more energized the longer they stuck together. Her crazy ass even suggested they go inside a club, and somehow, the loud music, the mass of people, and the slight stench of sweat was tolerable.

Jayn didn't know if Cass came inside the Danvers' with her because she figured they'd hang out a little longer or what. But the moment they sat on Jayn's bed, thighs gently knocking together, the two were making out hotter than they had in the kitchen. At some point, Jayn flopped onto her back, and Cassia took off her jacket before crawling on top.

She'd already been flustered, giggly, and horny (practically drunk, save for the fact that neither girl had had any alcohol) when her back hit the sheets. But then she was seeing this beautiful girl unveil what looked a whole lot like a black corset with a matching garter, and fuck if that didn't do wonders for her imagination. Jayn already had a million fantasies of Cass giving her a lap dance, or taking her against the wall of the club, or just getting out of the pool way back when in that one swimsuit with her hair all wet...

It was unfair, really. Even with Cass kneeling between her legs as they made out some more (foreplay to their first time), Jayn was ruining her panties long before the zipper of her jeans was shown any attention.

"You came so fast, I barely even touched you," Cassia gasped in surprise, pretty smile lighting up her face as usual.

"Sorry. I'll try harder this time--"

#in--somnium #jkw: thread #thanks for the ask! #yes the outfit is 1 of the ones you put in Cass's bio hehe