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voodoo doll

pairing: jj maybank x raspberry!reader.

summary: jj vandalizes the house of one of the richest kooks on figure eight in a weak attempt to get her out of his mind or himself out of hers but everything goes sideways when he realizes she may be as crazy as he is.

warnings: pre relationship. violence (not towards reader). vandalism. past trauma. jj's canonical insecurities and impulsivity. two idiots in love. slight angst. hurt/comfort. fluff. happy ending. english is not my first language.

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ i just love love love the concept of jayj falling for a kook and his internal conflict, plus i think a lot of 5sos songs fit so well to write jj x reader.

Only a week had passed since JJ had ended whatever you had going on and it already felt like ages, it was probably because you had got too used to his presence in your life all day everyday whether it was texting or in your room or a hotel or your car in some parking lot late at night but it was frustrating.

It all started last summer when at the boneyard party you were too drunk to reconsider your choices and ended up hooking up with a just as intoxicated JJ in the backseat of your car. After that things were awkward between you two for a couple of days whenever you ran into each other but couldn't help but eventually crawl your way back to each other and do it a second time, then a third and a fourth... And before you know you become what could be called fuck buddies.

The problem was when it didn't end there, it kept going for months where you met for stress relief every time one of you needed it but... late nights started to turn into early mornings and you couldn't even remember when sex turned into talking. Just hours and hours of talking about your day, your week and eventually your struggles and dreams getting to know each other so deeply you could tell what the other was feeling without the need to say it.

You were in love... of course. Anyone who got to know the real JJ was doomed to fall for him, not just for his charms and flirtatious antics but the real him, the JJ who was the most loyal and supportive friend someone could ever ask for putting everyone over himself. He was special in a way you could never express with words but you tried when you talked to your mom about him, you didn't need to say much. It only took her a couple of seconds to see the spark in your eyes when you talked about him to know your feelings were genuine.

Lucky for you your parents were one of the very few ones at the island with three fingers of enough forehead to not be judgmental trash against the people on the other side, they had always taught you to enjoy what you had but to never give it for granted and to be aware that there were people who didn't had that much and it was definitely not their fault so when you talked to your mother about JJ she asked you to invite him for dinner. She wanted to meet the boy who had captured her daughter's heart and make sure he was worthy of it.

You could remember that day as if it was yesterday, how you jumped over him when he got into your room climbing for the window. JJ listen to you yap about how he could start using the door from now on and how your mom had invited him over for dinner, his arms were crossed and his face stoic while you could barely contain the excitement running in your veins pacing around the room already planning what you would be wearing but you stopped when the silence in his side had been too long. You had thought he loved you too, from the way your relationship had evolved to how he looked at you when you talked for hours about everything and nothing.

But you were wrong, at least that's what it looked like when he said he couldn't come tonight and that it would be better if you ended it right there before things could 'get ugly.' He wasn't rude but he wasn't exactly delicate about it and with just a couple of awkward excuses he left.

At first you had been sad, cried for a couple of days and didn't wanted to go out with your friends or even go to school but it only took you one party that your friends practically dragged you to, that day something switch inside you when you saw him making out with three different pogues during the night. You saw red, every fiber of your body screaming at you to do something stupid and so you did when you decided to sleep with his best friend that night in the same house he stayed in since he stopped sleeping at yours.

John B was a cute and nice guy so even if he wasn't exactly your type he didn't give you the worst night ever. Sadly other than making you feel good it only made you sadder and angrier when the next morning nothing happened, no fight, not even a glare and that only meant JJ had never mentioned you. You had talked about him to all your closest friends and even your mom when you thought things were getting serious but he had never even mentioned your name to his best friend.

Now all you had left to do was to stay alone in your house on a Sunday night with all this frustration pacing around your room thinking about a thousand ways to make his life miserable when you heard a loud noise coming from your front yard making you stop abruptly. Then another… then you could hear some glass breaking and you could only look around your room for something to defend yourself and your phone to call 911.

But nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the curtains of your window. JJ fucking Maybank was breaking your greenhouse with a baseball bat like he had just seen a ghost inside or something. The blood on your veins was boiling the second you saw him again, there was no rational thought inside your head when you took your own baseball bat from under your bed and stormed into the greenhouse.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” your harsh tone seemed to surprise him for just a second but he recovered just as quickly.

“What does it look like i'm doing?” he asked, standing straight and prideful in front of you as if he had just won some prize instead of vandalizing your home.

You didn't back up either, actually took a couple of steps closer to him and without giving yourself the chance to think about it twice you slapped him, hard, with all the pent-up rage you had been caring all this time apart. The sting in your hand almost made you regret it but you told yourself it was the least he deserved.

He held his cheek and you were expecting him to give you one of his cynical smirks but instead in his eyes there was just anger and a sadness she couldn't understand. “Why John B?” he asked as if just thinking about it made him want to go back to the chateau and break all his best friend's teeth.

“And why not?” you weren't showing any sign of remorse even if deep down a tiny part of you actually felt bad about it, still you felt that you had the right to do worse after what he had done to you. Sleeping with his best friend seemed only fair.

“He’s my best friend!” He slammed the baseball bat against one of the glass walls but without missing a beat you did the same with another one leaving him stunned for a moment.

“Like you care!” your normally non existent patience was specially thin today. “and it’s not like he even knew about me anyway!”

His face fell, guilt washing over him. “Don’t give me that shit again” he tried to look unfazed.

“Am I the one giving shit?” she scoffed, flipping her hair before loudly breaking another glass wall out of frustration “You came all the way here to destroy my house and for what? A hurt ego? You are a fucking child JJ”

“What are you doing? Stop that!” he took your wrists, making you drop your baseball bat. “I did this thinking you were gonna hate me! Never thought you were going to join me”

He looked embarrassed and slightly amused by your little outburst “Why would you want me to hate you?”

At first you didn't believe anything he said but slowly realization hit you, after all he had told you about his father and the childhood he had, he didn't go into much detail but he repeated some of his old man's words and you remembered one that specifically enraged you. You remember that day, JJ having to hold you down on your bed distracting you from going to his house to get Luke's ass.

He always told him he was trash. Always not only told him but showed him with his own actions that he was unworthy of love, so much and so many times he ended up believing it. But you knew the truth, just because his dad was incapable of loving someone that didn't mean he was unworthy of love. You knew because you loved him.

That's why he left when he felt things between you were starting to get serious, and that made you want to both hit and kiss him.

For the moment you choose the first one pushing him by his chest “You’re an asshole!” you hit him again and again until he held your wrists again, your eyes locked and even though he was trying to look ice cold his eyes had always betrayed him. “and I love you…”

JJ was frozen for what it felt like forever. “You have no idea what are you talking about”

“I'm perfectly capable of knowing what I feel!”

“No you don't!” his sudden snap made you take a step back but your eyes never leave his. “You’re just confused! You love all this kook-pogue thing, all you want me to do is to be your little doll that you can fix and show around!”

“That is not true!” what he was saying didn't make sense, because he knew you and you knew him enough to see it in his eyes. “and the worst part is that you know it, you know I really love you”

“Please stop” he was pulling his hair and pacing around trying to deny their feelings for each other but it was useless.

“JJ look at me” you tried to make him stop, to look at you in the eyes but hi turn his back on you, his breath was uneven and he had stop pacing but his right foot was still tapping against the floor.

You walked around him until he was actually looking at you, he looked like he wanted to cry but was too stubborn to do it in a moment like that trying to hold on to whatever ounce of pride he still had left. However all of it fell apart when you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him.

There was no resistance, his hands went to your waist like muscle memory, he pushed you against one of the few glasses that were still untouched by you both. His tongue find its way into your mouth and you could've sworn it had been months since you last felt him like this even if it only had been a couple of days.But the truth is that since the first time you spent the night together there was no way back and nothing, not even yourselfs was going to be able to tear your love apart.

“I love you too…” even if deep down you knew it, hearing it in his own words was what your heart needed to melt completely around him.

my corpse friend

pairing: rafe cameron x humanexperiment!reader

summary: after the death of his father, rose taking wheeze with her and sarah not even acknowledging his existence, a sad and lonely but prideful rafe decides to use his money to finance the project of a young and ambitious scientist who assures he can built him the perfect life partner.

warnings: mdni! mention of death, and human corpses used for experimentation. justified physical description of reader (reader not feeling comfortable in her own body is an important part of the story). past trauma. reader hating everything about herself. suicidal thoughts. taking the people pleasing too far. emotional dependency. mention of blood and several other body fluids. not scientifically accurate as the heart and brain are used as a metaphor of human behavior. some could consider this includes necrophiliac tendencies (her body is synthetic but her vital organs and other internal systems are from death people). sexual content. p in v. dubcon. creampie. corruption kink. soft dom rafe. emotional violence. cheating. not happy ending.

dead dove🕊️ the insanely long paragraph of tws is there for a reason, prioritize yourself.

word count: 1637

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ love me an unreliable narrator.

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For as long as Rafe can remember, Tanyhill had never been a particularly warm place for him. It was too big for five people and they barely got to see each other's faces once a day for a couple of seconds if they were lucky enough to run into each other while attending to their own matters.

Now? His father was dead, his sister Sarah was living with the pogues and hated his guts enough to ignore his presence every time they happened to be in the same place and his stepmother had taken their baby sister away from them both, not even letting them talk to her on the phone.

He had this big empire for himself and yet he never felt so small, Tanyhill was colder than ever making him feel like he was going to drown in its suffocating walls, like he could die anytime and no one will even know until the smell of his rotting flesh was unbearable enough. He was alone everywhere he went and the worst part was the silence. No more Ward yelling at him. No more Rose's scheming against his back. No more... But that also meant no more Wheeze running around and messing with him... No more Sarah's laugh. Oh how he missed it even though he will never say it out loud.

When he was on the verge of throwing himself in front of a car he had a revelation, the answer to all his problems was sitting in front of him in the form of a not so reliable website he got redirected to while watching some shady porn. At first he thought it was a joke. What he read couldn't be true, right? It had to be just a dumb guy with nothing better to do than creating links with stuff he thought about while getting high but the whole idea had caught his eye somehow making him follow the steps to get more information about it.

Looking for more information led him to another website that seemed more legit and an email. Next day he hired some people to dig into it and find if the whole thing was real, feeling like a complete idiot for even giving it the benefit of doubt. The first couple of days all contact was between his team and this so-called doctor but after making sure the project was real and looking for a patron he agreed to a meeting.

Doctor Harris was a strange man, his words were too intricate most of the time and he always seemed too anxious which didn't give Rafe a good first impression but after a tour around the lab watching all the others working there in those weird machines he was a little more convinced. The main charge explained that the project had started as to build a simple android to help with the house but he always thought they could do much more than that and after a couple of years of more deep investigation he found his purpose when he discovered the possibility of bringing back a dead body, he tested his theory with small things like rats and bunnies and puppies and kept going bigger and bigger.

Harris thought that if he could bring back a human being with the due technical alterations he would not only create another monotone android housekeeper but a real living thing with the capacity of sensing and feeling both physically and emotionally taking a huge step for science.

There for a moment Rafe thought he could just go back home and try to be a better man and apologize to try and win back his real family saving himself the waste of a lot of time and money in case that this was to go wrong. But who was he trying to fool? His pride will never allow that so with still a little bit of scepticism but not much to lose he accepted the deal and started the paperwork to finance the project with the condition of getting the very first one for himself.

The first month was entertaining, he spent hours designing her, every part of her body exactly as he liked them, even the wig that will be conditioned to be her hair was going to be made of his favorite shade of real silky hair. The process was alarmingly frivolous but he didn't seem to care or even realize it and he sat for weeks customizing her like his own human sized doll, her height and the colour of her eyes and skin, then it came the turn of her essence.

That wasn't necessarily planned by the doctor but as soon as Rafe's ears heard him say the corpse inside her fake skin was an important part to dictate who she would be and what she would feel he knew he had to carefully pick each one of them. Between the profiles he got offered for the brain he chose a devoted housewife who died in childbirth, he would need that kind of dedication and submission, a tamed good girl to take care of him. But for the brain... he knew he needed more than what they were offering him.

As always his money and connections ended up showing their worth and with the right amount of blackmail and numbers in a check he got the heart of a girl he meet in college who he knew was stupidly in love with him, he remembered rejecting her a thousand times in the worst ways, he didn't liked her at all but she still stayed close to him bringing him lunch every day and doing his schoolwork like that would ever win him over until he dropped out of school. A couple of months later he heard she had died in a car accident and he never thought that would become useful information after all this time but if he wanted the perfect girl he would need the heart of someone like that, that devotion in pleasing him and only him but this time in a body he enjoyed.

After a little more than a year he was growing impatient, the nightstands were boring him and his friends were just every day more and more annoying. But then suddenly the day came.

Doctor Harris called him to his lab to pick her up and after doing all the paperwork confirming the specimen was being given to its owner he was directed to a waiting room where she will meet him after making her a recorded interview to finish with the documentation of the process of her creation. He only waited for twenty minutes but after all this time it felt like an eternity.

“Rafe?” he had his face buried in his hands when her voice dragged her back to reality.

There she was standing in front of him in the dress he had sent them to prepare her for him, there was only one word to describe what he was seeing. Perfection. She was exactly as he had imagined her, every single inch… she was the perfect girl for him.

“Hey…” he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say but he took a couple of steps closer to her enjoying the way his body towered hers, her beautiful innocent doe eyes looked up at him as if she was in front of the octave wonder.

“I want to go home... please” she said in the most soothing voice he had ever heard before and he knew right there.

She was perfect… and she was his.

She was frightened...

Only five days ago she woke up in this world for the very first time. Confused and with thousands of questions pounding inside her as she looked around to that neverending white, white walls, white curtains, white sheets, white coats and hats covering what she believed to be people who surrounded her pinching her with needles and other strange artefacts. People who filmed her and whispered to one another as if she was some attraction to be scrutinized.

They tested her for hours non stop until she passed out exhausted and probably even after that. Then the fifth day came and when she thought things couldn't get worse after all that physical exploitation she got to know what was truly terrifying, human emotion. They gave her a name, clothes and even styled her hair without a single chance to get a say in the matter. Doctor Harris sat with her and explained every detail about her creation and she could only sit there and listen to this stranger tell her how he had built her. Her heart was beating fast and she felt like she could throw it up at any second but the doctor's eyes were shining the way a father's would when he admired his baby daughter.

Rafe. That was the name the doctor gave her whennahe asked why she was there, she had been made just for him and he was supposed to be the love of her life but no one could have ever prepared her for the moment when she met him. The second she laid eyes on her something shifted inside her. His face, the look in his eyes made her chest feel warm but at the same time her hands started to shake and only one thought came to her.

He is going to hurt me.

She remembered lobe hurt. She had no memories of her previous life but somehow she knew she had been through this before. She knew love was painful… lethal.

“I want to go home… please” she was fighting back tears, there was no place to call home for her but she wanted to find it. But what she wanted the most was to be far away from him.

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my corpse friend

pairing: rafe cameron x humanexperiment!reader

summary: after the death of his father, rose taking wheeze with her and sarah not even acknowledging his existence, a sad and lonely but prideful rafe decides to use his money to finance the project of a young and ambitious scientist who assures he can built him the perfect life partner.

warnings: +18 mdni! mention of death, and human corpses used for experimentation. justified physical description of reader (reader not feeling comfortable in her own body is an important part of the story). past trauma. reader hating everything about herself. suicidal thoughts. taking the people pleasing too far. emotional dependency. mention of blood and several other body fluids. not scientifically accurate as the heart and brain are used as a metaphor of human behavior. some could consider this includes necrophiliac tendencies (her body is synthetic but her vital organs and other internal systems are from death people). sexual content. p in v. dubcon. creampie. corruption kink. soft dom rafe. emotional violence. cheating. not happy ending.

dead dove🕊️ the insanely long paragraph of tws is there for a reason, prioritize yourself.

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ so this was supposed to be a silly creepy self indulgent one shot but i got carried away. now this became my way to deal with my stuff in a multiple part fic. i'm so getting locked up for this one.

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“i will fall in love with you over and over again...”

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obx. marauders. hemlock grove. the office. hp. supernatural. hunger games. ahs. bridgerton. gossip girl. tvdu. stranger things. marvel. (tba).

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