#( but also: JEALOUS GIRLIES RISE UP )

[studioeisa]

[CLOSED] ୨ৎ * ― GAME, SET, PLAY ! ( JEALOUSY ) DRABBLE GAME.

send a prompt + member of either svt or skz to my inbox for a >1,000 word drabble on jealousy. ´･ᴗ･`

[lewisvinga]

sleepy girl chronicles | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; in which half of lando.jpg’s posts is just his sleepy girlfriend ( in the most random places )

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive comment, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! wasn’t sure if this was meant to be smau or written so i just did smau :)

masterlist !

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liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and others !

lando.jpg: the most normal places y/n has been found sleeping in

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: LANDO NORRRIS??

yourusername: FUCK YOUUU😭😭

landonorris: you already did last night how do u think i got the last picture ??

georgerussell63: ENOUGHHHHHHH

yourusername: omg i don’t sleep that often do i??

landonorris: well….

username: LANDOS REPLY???😭😭

username: she’s so real 4 that tho🚶‍♀️

username: the eye mask and teddy bear she’s js like me fr

lilymhe: my sweet angel gorgeous bby taking naps���‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: wanna be my pillow 😼

lilymhe: is the sky blue? YES

landonorris: don’t take MY pillow away from me, back off lily 🤺🤺

alex_albon: back off from my gf🤺🤺

username: oh to sleep on an lv pillow w an lv blanket 😞

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lando.jpg: the sleepy girl chronicles pt. ( i lost track ); y/n falling asleep on max’s couch and less than an hour later is found in his guest room w jimmy, also fell asleep at dinner ??

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: i am just a girl😞😞

landonorris: a sleepy one

yourusername: jimmy💓

landonorris: no, lando 💓

yourusername: no way ur jealous of a cat lando

landonorris: why is he hogging MY woman😒

username: LMAOAOSKAKS

username: stoppp the cat pic is adorable

maxverstappen1: so that’s where jimmy went that night….

yourusername: he’s a sweet boy😞😞💞

landonorris: i don’t have claws and i don’t bite im sweeter

yourusername: LANDOANSKSS

username: anemic girlies rise ✊

username: the picture of her sleeping at a restaurant sends meee😭😭

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yourusername: sleepy girl chronicles but it’s lando being grumpy i had to wake him up before qualifying + lando getting caught trying to take a nap after making fun of me for napping😁😁😁

tagged; landonorris

landonorris: sue me 🙄 you make naps look comfy especially on the plane🫤

yourusername: then stop making fun of me😞

landonorris: not my fault u sleep at any chance you get no matter where 😔

landonorris: ‘lately i feel like this’ u feel like that all the time now c���mere

yourusername: OMWWWWW

username: why does he look so grumpy i😭😭

username: it’s tough being a sleepy girl in this wrld 😞😞😞

username: the last pic 😭 i just know he laughed so hard at being caught that he teared up🤣

lilymhe: but ur the best sleepy girl

yourusername: ur the best girl

landonorris: too bad she’s going to nap on me rn

alex_albon: ??!!2@;928:&

username: sleepy girl chronicles goes on!!!

[ordinary-barbie]

heyy, i hope you're doing well! may i request billy hargrove x fem!reader, where she's this sweet & kind girly who loves bows, pink, mini skirts etc. then one day steve tries to flirt with her, unaware that she's dating billy, and he gets all jealous and protective of his girl. ends in smut with talk like "who do you belong to", maybe? only if you're comfy with that ofc, feel free to ignore! <3

aw, you're so sweet! thanks for the request <3

shock the monkey.

word count: 1.9k

tags: modern au, college au, established relationship, language, poor billy is insecure, jealous!billy, possessive!billy, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (mention of reader on birth control), cowgirl, creampie, cockwarming, reader is briefly referred to as a slut but not in a negative way, a bit of nancy x steve at the end

summary: Billy reminds you who you belong to.

note: this was meant to be short but I got carried away lmao. also: title from a song by Peter Gabriel!

minors DNI - 18+ only!

Some things about life are just obvious. The sun rises in the day and sets at night. Every day of the week ends in "y." And the most obvious of all—you only had eyes for Billy Hargrove, and he only had eyes for you.

You and Billy had gotten together during your freshman year of college, though you'd known him since he moved to your town in high school, smelling like too much cologne and carrying a massive chip on his shoulder. It didn't take long for the girls at school to fall at Billy's feet, yet only one of them caught his eye—you, the sweet girl who sat next to him in English class and was entirely too nice to an asshole like him.

Billy didn't think a girl like you—all bows and miniskirts, soft smiles and sympathetic looks—would be into him at all, so he spent senior year bedding any girl who showed the slightest bit of interest. It was easier than actually being vulnerable with his feelings. And that was that, until you and Billy ended up at the same college, running into each other at a post-football game kickback at some frat house. The rest, as they say, was history.

Now you and Billy were joined at the hip, to the point where the whole school was chattering about you two. You were puzzled at the fascination with you and Billy's relationship—you thought that whole "It couple" thing was so high school. But Billy had fast become a well-liked guy on campus, in one of the top frats, so maybe this just came with the territory. It was like being a civilian dating a celebrity, though you knew Billy would scoff at that comparison.

Billy's frat was holding a costume party, despite Halloween being a month away, and you and he had progressed to the ultimate sign of coupledom—matching costumes. You and Billy were Barbie and Ken, your idea, of course. Billy was running late (he'd headed to the store for a new bottle of styling gel, and you knew how detailed his hair routine was), so you were passing the time by gabbing with some friends about the latest Greek life gossip.

You were about to refill your solo cup when the scent of Old Spice hit your nose. You looked up, finding yourself face-to-face with a guy sporting a mullet of dark brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. He was wearing a Top Gun jumpsuit and a pair of black shades perched on top of his head.

"Oh, hey there, Maverick," you teased. "Nice costume!"

The guy grinned at you. "Thanks! You make a pretty nice Barbie yourself. Big fan of the movie."

"Wasn't it so good?" you agreed, smiling. "Hey, what's your name? Don't think I've seen you around these parts before." You gave your name, offering up a small, friendly wave.

"I'm Steve," the guy said, running a hand through his hair. "Just transferred here this semester. I play club soccer, but my roommate dragged me to this party so I could, and I quote, 'mingle with people and shit.'"

You chuckled. "And are you enjoying the mingling so far?"

Steve looked at you fondly. "I certainly am now."

Meanwhile, Billy had returned, quickly throwing his costume on before teasing his hair with the styling gel. He bounded down the steps, ready to make out with his Barbie. Then he spotted you talking to some douche in a Top Gun costume who was clearly trying to make a move. Oh fuck no. He clenched his jaw, making his way over to you.

"Getting the party started without me, huh?" Billy asked casually, wrapping a protective arm around your waist as he stared daggers into Steve.

"Howdy there, cowboy. Glad you finally showed up," you said, smiling up at your boyfriend.

Steve cleared his throat, glancing nervously at Billy. "Uh, hey. I'm Steve. And is she your...girlfriend?"

Billy flashed Steve a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, she is. So back away, Steven."

"Actually, it's just Steve—"

Billy waved a hand dismissively. "Don't care. Find someone else to flirt with, all right?"

"I'm so sorry about him," you apologized to Steve. "I hope you can still enjoy the party!"

Steve shrugged, seeming unbothered. "Nah, it's cool. Honest mistake. Nice meeting you!" He smiled shyly at you before disappearing into the crowd.

"Upstairs. Now," Billy muttered into your ear. He looked up at your friends, finally acknowledging there were other people in the room. "Hope you don't mind if I steal her for a few, ladies."

Nancy, your roommate, smirked knowingly at you and Billy. "Don't have too much fun up there, all right?"

Billy grinned lazily. "Can't make any promises, Wheeler."

You said your goodbyes to your friends and let Billy lead you into his bedroom, feeling nervous yet excited. You knew he couldn't have been pleased that you were talking to another guy, and you had a feeling a "punishment" was coming your way.

"Babe. Who the fuck was that guy down there, huh?" Billy murmured. "I thought everyone at this school knows that you're mine."

"Steve just transferred here this semester," you explained. "He seemed really nice! I was just trying to be friendly."

"Yeah? Well he was just trying to fuck you," Billy bluntly responded. "I saw the way he was looking at you. And I love how friendly you are, baby, I really do. I just wish other guys would learn to fuck off."

"Billy, I'm allowed to talk to other guys, you know," you said, raising an eyebrow at him. "And if Steve had tried to put any moves on me, I would've shut it down so fast. You know that."

Billy sighed. He knew he was acting insanely jealous. But he couldn't help it. You were perfect, and Billy was afraid that he would lose you. Especially to someone like Steve, who seemed exactly like the type of guy a sweet girl like you should be with.

You looped your arms around Billy's neck, looking at him like he hung the moon in the sky. "Billy Hargrove, I only want you, okay? Don't you ever forget that," you insisted.

Billy's cheeks turned red. Even after a year, he was still getting used to the utter affection you showed. You picked him. You wanted him.

His heart swelled with affection, but a more primal part of him needed to stake his claim. "I love you, baby, but I gotta remind you who you belong to," Billy drawled, undressing you with his eyes.

You didn't have to be told twice. You quickly wriggled out of your costume, and Billy did the same, pinning you to the mattress as he kissed you deeply.

Billy put your legs on top of his shoulders as he ate you out, slurping you up greedily while you writhed with pleasure. "This pussy is mine," he mumbled, sucking at your clit. "You think Steven could eat you out like this?"

"N-No," you hiccuped, feeling a low heat swirling in your stomach.

"Nobody will ever know your body like I do, baby," Billy said, plunging two fingers into you and stroking your clit. His possessiveness was incredibly arousing, and you felt your orgasm rip out of you as fast as lightning.

Usually, Billy loved to tease you, loved to drag out the foreplay until you were begging for him. But he was too impatient tonight. Billy plunged into you, and you let out the prettiest moan as you dug your nails into his back. He secretly hoped Steve heard that.

Billy grunted as he pumped in and out of you, his hands roaming your body. No part went untouched—not your hips, your thighs, or those beautiful tits.

"You're mine," Billy stated, rubbing quick circles against your clit and eliciting another orgasm from you. "All right? 'm not gonna let anyone else think they even have a chance. They can't fuck you like I can."

"'m yours," you muttered breathlessly. "I love you. Only want your dick, Billy."

Billy smirked, shifted your positions so you could ride his dick. He picked up the cowboy hat you'd discarded on the floor and placed it on your head.

"Really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just indulge me, princess," Billy replied, his voice slow and smooth like honey.

Billy grabbed your hips as you began to ride him, groaning at the feeling of your warm pussy clenching around his length. He stared into your eyes, your pupils blown out with lust. You were sweet as pie, but when the two of you started sleeping together, you and Billy discovered how much of a horny slut you could be. Billy loved that there was this completely different side to you that only he got to see.

"Squeezing me so good, baby. I dunno how much longer I can last," Billy warned, relishing the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. He couldn't be more grateful that you'd decided to go on the pill recently—he didn't think he could stop himself from coming inside your tight, wet pussy.

"Just come for me one more time first," Billy pleaded, brushing against your spongy walls with his tip. "Need to feel that warm cunt around me again."

You cried out Billy's name, creaming all over his cock. Billy followed close behind, filling you up with hot, sticky cum.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, Billy's cock nestled inside of you as it softened. "Sorry for getting so jealous," Billy mumbled into your shoulder.

You smiled. "You didn't punch anybody, so it's all good," you joked. "It was honestly kinda hot. Love seeing how much you care for me."

Billy chuckled, kissing your neck. "Just don't get too friendly with him, all right?"

"Billy, I have your cum inside of me and I'm letting you cockwarm. I don't think you have anything to worry about," you quipped.

He knew that, but a little validation never hurt. "I'm obsessed with you," Billy murmured, gripping you like a koala. "You're stuck with me."

You smiled, relaxing into your boyfriend's embrace. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

bonus:

You and Billy were giddy as you made it back to your apartment. He'd aced a midterm he was stressed about, and you had taken him out to eat to celebrate. Nancy had told you she was going out, and you were looking forward to having the apartment to yourself, wanting to do nothing but make out and cuddle with Billy.

You hung up your coat and headed to your room to change, stopping in your tracks when you saw something out of the corner of your eye.

Nancy's door was open, and she was currently straddling a guy. But not just any guy—Steve.

"Oh my God," Nancy muttered, she and Steve looking mortified at being caught.

You let out a giggle. "Sorry, lovebirds. Didn't mean to disturb you!"

"Hey there," Steve greeted you weakly.

"Don't get her pregnant, all right?" you teasingly warned Steve. You cackled as his face turned bright red.

Nancy looked like she wanted to disappear. You decided to stop teasing your friend and closed her door, instantly running to Billy to gossip.

"Billy. I just saw Nancy and Steve hooking up," you whispered conspiratorially. "It's about time, honestly."

Billy snorted. "Good for Harrington. I was getting sick of hearing about his little crush."

You grinned. "I still can't believe you and Steve are actually friends now. It's so cute."

Billy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I guess he's all right," he murmured, though you saw the corners of his mouth tick up.

You hummed knowingly, leaning your head on Billy's shoulder. You didn't have any more words at the moment—you were just filled with adoration for everyone in this little apartment of yours.

[ruinix-dark]

🚨 Dark Content 🚨

Their Sweet Girl: Part 1

Summary: In which they broke into your house to stake their claim.

Relationship: dark!Quinn, dark!Jack, dark!Luke x F!Reader : dark!Quinn x F!Reader, dark!Jack x F!Reader, dark!Luke x F!Reader (do not confused this with MMMF. Please.)

Request detail: Hiya girly, it’s currently.. 1:55am, and I AM FLOODED with thoughts of Dark!Quinn, Jack, and Luke but they like break into ur house and fuck you together 🤤🤤 Thought if anyone can do it justice, it’s you. Also congrats on 1k!💕

Hi there, my lovely @captainquinnybear, 2AM thots, I see 😏😏😏 My first foursome fic then. For you. Not gonna promise it will be good. But I tried my best. 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ Also, thank you, lovely. 1k is such a big number i fear. It makes me jump sometimes. Special mentions: @softsunnyy, @kawhh, and @fangirlmermaid — these three have the most juicy threesomes and/or foursomes ever with these dark boys. I hope I can write as well as them about multiple men x reader. Please mind the TW/CW. This is unhinged.

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Their Pretty Girl

Summary: In which they broke into your house to stake their claim.

Relationship: dark!Quinn, dark!Jack, dark!Luke x F!Reader : dark!Quinn x F!Reader, dark!Jack x F!Reader, dark!Luke x F!Reader (do not confused this with MMMF. Please.)

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Dark, Extremely Deranged Behavior, Violence (between the boys; tension was simply rising), Breaking in, Mentioned of their fucked up actions (non-con/dub-con; touching you while asleep, dry humping, making you drunk, tracking you), Voyeurism (video and audio devices, and on scene / watching another fuck you), Cursing, Dub-con -> Con, Foursome (or Orgy or 3 men on you at the same damn time 🔊🔊🔊), Degradation + Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Blood kink (mention of possibility of knife play), Bondage (just the scarf on wrists), Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up!!), Double Penetration (kinda. They didn't continue), Different Dark and Unhinged Personalties (Dom!Quinn, Madman&Mean!Jack (literally crazy, i'm not kidding), Jealous/Mean!Luke), Luke was a virgin 😏, Switching POVs (between the boys)

Thickest TW/CW i've ever written lol. Also heavily no proof read. It's 3AM.

Luke was gazing up the wall that would lead to your bedroom balcony. You always had these fixtures that made the climb easier. He had taken that route since ever, because he knew how to fiddle with the lock to that door despite your reinforcements. He just pretended that he couldn't do it. One time, he even purposedly locked himself out, shouting for your help, complaining about your fucking door.

You'd never suspected him. He was always your sweet Lukey—he fucking loved that nickname when it came from you. He was always the most adorable Hughes in your eyes. Innocent. Fun. Shy. Never did you once suspect it was all a ruse. It was amusing.

Until he started hearing you yap about some other dude. Like what the fuck was he then? He was always a fucking friend. He hated being just your friend. He loathed you were talking to anyone else but him. You weren't supposed to crush over someone else. Was this what he deserved after all the time he made you laugh and feel better whenever you were down? Fuck being your friend. He wanted to have you. He wanted—

"Snap the fuck out of it, Luke," Jack hissed, his eyes darkening as pupils expand to show exactly how manic he was, his hands shaking as he opened and closed it. "Where the fuck is Quinn?"

Oh yeah, he was here with Jack in the shadowed part of your property, and they were waiting for Quinn coming from fuck knew where.

Jack paced, removing his hat, running his fingers through his hair and putting his hat back on. He was visibly more distraught when Luke told him about the fucking dude. He'd always been so volatile. Quinn was the only one who could hold him back.

Luke tended not to mess with his second older brother when he was in this state. It was simply not worth it because this idiot wouldn't listen to him anyway. He looked around, crossing his arms, frowning at Jack, frowning at your dimmed bedroom light shining from the window.

There were times when you didn't like turning your lights off. Tonight was clearly one of them. Why would his sweet girl need to do that? A smirk formed on his lips. Did you feel them coming for you? Was that it? Were you waiting for them?

"I'll pick her lock," Jack announced. Metal clicked in his pocket as he rummaged through it. He grinned, his breathing turning heavier. "Don't worry, Lukey. I've picked her lock before."

As if he was the only one who picked your lock. Luke did it too but not your backdoor.

"Are you sure you're going to pick her lock and not break her door?" Luke raised an eyebrow, reminding him, "Quinn said you should wait."

"Fuck waiting! I've been waiting. You two always made me wait. Jack, stand down. Jack, calm down, you're going in too hot. Jack, contain yourself. Every fucking time. Now, look what happened! She's talking to someone, Luke. Someone who is not us. Doesn't that rile you? Doesn't that fucking annoy you?" Jack gripped his shirt, pushing him against the wall, pulling him down to level their gazes. "Luke, we're gonna lose her. Don't you fucking get it?"

He did. Of course, he fucking did. Jack and Quinn also kept thinking he was soft. They just didn't understand how much he had already done.

When they talked about installing audio and video recorders and doing it, he already installed a GPS tracker, disguised as another app, on your phone. When they were discussing intricate plans, he had been talking to you, dropping hints here and there, managing to pry some of your desires over a drunken truth or dare. He had his own pace. His own plans. And he wouldn't reveal it even with them. Them knowing that he loved you was enough.

"He gets it." Quinn's voice sounded just beside them. He simply appeared and was still dressed in his suit from wherever he came from. He adjusted his collar, trying to appear as nonchalant as he could when his jaws worked. "Get off Luke, won't you?"

Jack let go of him and pounced on Quinn. "What took you so long, Q? Why the fuck are you wearing a suit?"

"I was arranging some..." Quinn trailed, brushing off Jack's hold, meeting Luke's stare, "things. You did well, Luke."

Whenever Quinn praised him, Luke felt proud. It didn't matter if it was on Jack's expense or if he didn't do much. Luke tucked his hands into his hoodie. "What's our plan?"

"We go in." Quinn shrugged.

"Yeah, I was working on that," Jack gritted, jiggling his metal tools, pointing at him in accusation. "He stopped me. I could've—"

"Lock picking, seriously?" Quinn chuckled, shaking his head, ignoring how Jack was burning in rage from being cut off. "Is that how you two do it?"

"How else are we gonna go in?" Luke challenged. He wouldn't mind telling them about his climbing route, but he wouldn't explain how to work your balcony lock. He would keep that to his grave.

"Yeah, bro, how else?" Jack grunted. "What else could you possibly do?"

Quinn fished something in his inside pocket, showing it off with a smug smirk that had Luke's hackles rising while a shiver ran down his spine. How the fuck did he get that?

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Jack glared at the keys hanging on a keyring with a Swiss knife and...was that lace? His head ached more than it already did. He could barely breathe. His body was stiff like a loaded spring on the verge of snapping. What? When? Where? How did he fucking get a key to your house? Did you give that to him? He wanted your keys too. He tried to snatch it, but Quinn only put it out of his reach.

"Years of sneaking in and you didn't think about the convenience of her keys?" Quinn's tone was laughing at him.

That was how he heard it, not understanding that his older brother was also making fun of his younger brother. He was always laughing at him. Quinn was always a twisted fucker, even more than Jack. There was one time he pried his braces off his fucking face when they were children. Like who fucking does that? No one. Just Quinn. He was so fucked up and for some reason, Jack kept following his orders.

"How'd you get that?" Jack asked, his voice shaking as dark spots filled his vision. He was losing it. It was so hard to hold himself back when you were there. "Tell me."

Quinn stared at him. His annoyingly, uniquely colored eyes were gazing into his fucking soul. While Quinn tormented him, his older brother always understood how much he was on the verge of insanity. His smile disappearing, he held Jack's shoulder, saying, "I stole her keys and had them duplicated. That was all."

"That was all," Jack echoed, feeling himself slightly come down, the screaming inside his head simmering down. Just slightly. "Okay. Use it. Then let's make her ours, yeah?"

Quinn nodded, confidently leading the way, adjusting his collar.

Jack realized his brother had got all his buttons done. He never did that unless he was wearing a necktie which he wasn't right now. His hair was still neat yet also not, clearly from being finger combed over and over again. Quinn was also breaking, he realized. Jack wasn't alone, but it was clear he was the only one going mad more than these two fucks. But he wasn't alone.

A smirk tugged at his lips, his fists unfurling. Of course, this was Quinn who was so much worse than he was. Why did he keep doubting his brother who glued them back together after they discovered they liked you? He was the only one working and fixing everything, setting Jack free to be as insane as he could be.

"Snap the fuck out of it, Jack," Luke teased, throwing back his words at him, bumping into his shoulder hard.

Jack rolled his eyes. This one, however, was fucking annoying. Rolling his shoulders, he kept up with Quinn, plotting a way to borrow—steal—those keys. There were a lot of it, probably for every door in your house including the bathrooms. They clicked against one another louder than his tools.

"Can I borrow that, Quinn?" Luke asked.

"I'll give you a copy," Quinn easily said, glancing at Jack. "I'll give you a copy too." Just like that he broke down Jack's plans. Where the fuck was the fun in that?

"And what's the piece of cloth? What kind of keychain is that?" Luke asked.

"What he meant if you liked lace now?" Jack threw in. "Should I find a lace shirt or handkerchief for you?"

Both Jack and Luke waited for his answer and marked the way their oldest brother thumbed along the ridges of one particular key. Jack knew that Quinn had already memorized every single one. No fucking doubt.

"Yeah, sure." Quinn shrugged, sliding the key into the knob.

The sound of the lock clicking made Jack's heart lurching. Their chatter was thrown back to the last of his priorities. He swore he could feel you so much more with the door to your house open. He always did.

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The lace came from your panties that he cut up.

Quinn let his brothers walk ahead as he bolted your back door shut. How many times did he have to tell you to use the deadbolts for this door? When were you going to listen to him? It didn't matter if he had a key for the deadbolt. This insane and idiotic practice of forgetting to lock it should stop because this world was dangerous.

Didn't you know there was a suspicious man roaming around this street just a week ago? He had to take care of it. For you, he did. Were you always going to put yourself on the line?

This was getting too tiresome. Then top that off with that man you were seeing—dating but he refused that—Quinn was fucking done with your shit. Ignoring the pointed looks from his brothers when he went to your front door, he checked if you locked it. Thankfully, you did, but you left the glass panel where anyone could just reach in to unlock your door. He was fuming as he slammed it shut. You couldn't be serious, could you?

"What the hell? Was that open? We could've just entered through there." Jack exclaimed, fueling the darkness coating every nerve in Quinn's brain. "Next time, I won't be bringing my tools then."

"Shut up, Jack. Read the room," Luke harshly whispered.

"Read what?" Jack's sounded clueless. He tended to be, not seeing past the mania in his eyes that was taking ahold of him.

Quinn undid his top button, still feeling so suffocated with the thought of your carelessness. He met his brother's gaze. "Tie her up."

Both of them couldn't be more different. Jack straightened, a wide and eerie smirk stretching on his face, literally panting at the smallest order, his mind burning with the thread of freedom Quinn was offering. While, Luke tipped his chin low, his brow furrowing, his hands turning into fists, his eyes showing just how much he was overthinking this. Their youngest was always shy and secretive. He thought Quinn didn't know what he was doing.

Quinn knew. He always knew.

He knew that Luke touched you while you were passed out drunk from all the drinking games you did together. Or the app he had installed via a tech whom Quinn knew. Or when he purposedly arranged dates with just the two of you, unaware of him following you two to keep both safe. His youngest brother and his love. Both were important to him. Luke would soon come around. He knew he would.

"What should I use?" Jack was almost bouncing on the balls of his feet as he swung his arm over Luke's shoulders. "We," he corrected as an afterthought. "What should we use, Q?"

Jack was always a live wire. He got worse because of his specific friend. He yearned to be let out, so Quinn did. He only stopped him from his questionable decisions that would break everything they had been waiting for. Yet even if he let him do whatever he wanted, Jack would always come to him, asking specifics, needing the control that was escaping his grasp the more his madness swallowed him.

"Use whatever you want. Wake her up or don't. Your choice." Quinn removed his suit jacket, turning away from the two who were already racing to get to your room.

As he disabled your phone line, as he turned off your Wi-Fi, as he plugged in a signal jammer, he heard several thuds and a scream that was cut off by a loud fucking whimper.

So it began.

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Luke tightened the silk scarf around your wrists while you thrashed, gasping a loud whine while Jack kissed along your neck, shushing you, telling you that it was just them. You looked confused as you met Luke's eyes, your hands tugging against your restraints. Your feet already slipping out of the clumsy fucking job Jack did. Was he fucking serious? Was he gonna let Luke do all the work?

Luke snatched away the scarf on your leg. He didn't think they needed this. It would get in their way. So he simply reinforced the bindings on your wrist.

"W-what's happening?" You stuttered. "Luke? Jack? What are you doing? This isn't funny."

"I agree," Jack laughed, spreading your thighs apart, grinding right against your pussy, exactly how Luke wanted to do. "It isn't funny. You, being a fucking slut and getting with another guy, weren't fucking funny."

"Jack," Luke warned, feeling his cock stir when his brother pulled back, showing off the wet patch on your white cotton panties, your arousal almost making the fabric transparent. "Quinn didn't..." his voice trailed as his mind started to cloud over, his mouth watering as the need to taste you arose.

"So what? I could do whatever the fuck I want," Jack spat. "I'm not a coward like you."

Luke wanted to punch him across his pretty face. He wasn't a coward. He had never been—

"Baby, did you know your sweet Luke couldn't even touch you? He's too innocent. I bet he couldn't make you come. I can. I can make you come so fucking much until you can't stop." Jack resumed his grinding, his hands finding your pebbling nipples, his tongue licking the tears that fell on your cheeks. "I bet he didn't know how to fuck you. I know. I've been in your pussy after all."

That last bit broke something in Luke. The first bits he could take because he could prove Jack wrong. He already touched you so many times. He was never one for violence. He got Quinn to slam anyone to the ground. He got this fucking lunatic to fight anyone breathing. That lunatic just made him snap, because what the fuck did he mean that he'd been in your pussy?

"Stop! Stop!" You screamed as Luke and Jack hit the floor. "Don't fight! Luke please."

Two punches across the had Jack's bleeding, but instead of hitting back, he only grinned with blood staining his teeth.

"She bled on my cock." Jack maniacally laughed as Luke froze as you stopped screaming. The silence was deafening more than his brother's words. "I got her before anyone. Before you and Quinn. Ask her," he taunted, nodding towards you, grinning when Luke raised his fist again. "Ask Quinn."

"He knew?" Luke felt like cold water was poured on him. He stood and stepped back, his eyes going from you to his brother again and again. Something sinister crept up his spine, tearing any logical sense in his mind. His ears rang as Jack mounted you, watching you both flinched away and push into his touch. "He knew?!"

"Quinn knew everything." Jack's eyes were shining with the weird glint of idolization. "I thought you already knew that?" His hands harshly gripped your thighs, his thumbs spreading your pussy over your panties. "So this was how you break, little brother."

That wasn't fair. Quinn told him—He—

Luke realized Quinn never really stopped him from doing anything with you. One time, during a camping trip, he was dry humping your pussy when you were passed out drunk. The few times he showed up when Luke snuck into your bedroom to watch or jerk off to you. Every time Quinn would look at him with not a shred of surprise. How much did Quinn know? Did he know about the app? Did he know his debauchery—

"Luke said there was the guy, baby," Jack growled, tearing your nightgown apart, not caring about how your skin reddened from the force or how you cried out in pain. "Did you already fuck the guy? Did you show him how wonderful your pussy is? Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't be a fucking slut?"

Luke should do something, but he felt frozen. His eyes feasted on your bare skin, on the way you shouted at Jack, on your feet kicking at him.

Luke caught sight of the anklet he gave you. Its band—a mixture of gold and silver and platinum—glinted. You were wearing it. The tightness of his jealousy lessened as the moissanite sparkled like rainbows. The particular pendant of your initial, with subtle LH carved into it, drew his attention.

Just like that his need heightened. It didn't matter if Jack had you, he would fuck you tonight.

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While Luke acted like a fucking statue, Jack drank in the way you trembled, in the way your hips met his grinds especially when he wrapped his hand around your throat, when he gripped your hip so tightly that it would bruise. You were so pretty. His slut was so fucking pretty.

"Move over," Luke grunted, his voice sounding deeper and darker that had Jack smirking and feeling so proud. "Shut the fuck up, Jack."

Jack could do that. It might not be obvious, but he was great with following orders—Quinn could attest to this—even when all he wanted was to tease their youngest. He raised his hand, moving off your pussy, moving closer to your face, licking the blood off his teeth, grinning when you tried to glare at him while you were glancing Luke in disbelief. Yeah, you didn't think Luke could be as depraved as him, did you?

When Luke tugged his pants down, along with his striped boxers, Jack took a moment to stare. It was impressive. Did you have lube in your nightstand? You might need it. Even for Jack, it was a bit too big—

"Don't fucking stare at my dick, fucking weirdo," Luke gritted.

Jack rolled his eyes. Why the fuck was he too touchy? He was making this weird. He was about to retort when you whimpered, scooting away as Luke slid your panties to the side, your eyes widening as you stared at his cock before you looked at Jack with a pleading look.

"You can take it." Jack unzipped his pants, his leaking cock sprung up to hit his abdomen. "It's just Lukey. Your sweet Lukey. You're favorite out of us, right? You never failed to mention that every fucking time. You should take his cock like a whore."

Luke grunted his displeasure, not liking how crass he was treating you, but he ignored him.

He knew how much you liked being talked down on. Your breath hitched, your pupils blowing out and swallowing your irises. You weren't fighting against your restraints anymore. You were just panting. You were not much of a talker in bed. Jack loved that. You would just let anything happen to you. You were that helpless. You were that much of a slut.

Jack nudged your lips with his tip, moaning when your tongue darted out to lick his sensitive tip then sucking the way he liked it. He met Luke's eyes, wanting to say: "See? What are you worried about? Such a fucking slut."

When Luke was about to enter your pussy, a distinct clicking of a tongue sounded, making everyone pause, a shiver running down Jack's spine.

"She's not ready. Don't even think about it, Luke." Quinn's commanding voice was deep that it was chilling, even you stopped, your eyes growing wide in panic. "I told you two to tie her up. Did I say you can begin?"

Jack could barely turn to look at his older brother who was, no doubt, sitting on your armchair in your small reading nook. This was his idea. Everyone knew that. Quinn knew that. He wasn't scared of his older brother. Really, he wasn't. He was just afraid to disappoint him.

Yet he clashed with him. He challenged, meeting Quinn's darkened stare, "No, so what are you gonna do, Q? Gonna make me stop? You know you can't stop me. You—"

"Fuck her throat." Quinn spread his legs, leaning his cheek on his fist, looking too much like fucking king and it irritated Jack. "Tell Luke how she wanted her pussy to be eaten."

"Are we really going to do this?" You asked, shuddering as Luke moved between your legs, hooking each over his shoulder. "No, I—"

"My Love," Quinn warned, visibly shaking you down to your core. "Do you really not want this?"

His question alarmed Jack, his chest squeezing as everything wad fucking breaking around his head, because it would give you a choice to say no, to deny him, to refuse this. Quinn told them—him—that they would finally claim you. You would say no and that would—

"Didn't you engage with that man to rile us up?" Quinn continued.

You did? Jack's heart raced in euphoria. Really?

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"It's all of us or none at all, my Love. What will you choose?" Quinn hummed, drinking in your panic as your desire was laid bare.

Every question was rhetorical. He already knew your answer by the way you were looking at him, by the way your thighs were squeezing on Luke's head as his brother dared to lick. You never really cared about that guy. He talked with a lot of your "friends”, people he planted into your life. All of them confirmed that you were just fucking playing around. You think you were funny, huh? Well, he was not laughing.

"Answer him," Jack demanded as he purposedly pried your lips apart, sinking his cock into your mouth. "Why won't you answer him?" His eyes met Quinn's. "She doesn't want to answer. She wants to be fucking bad, Q. So bad."

"That's not what I told you to do, Jack."

"Fuck, man. Do I have to?" He complained, rolling his hips, gripping your hair by the roots, but he still did it. "You were already doing a good job, aren't you, Lukey? Licking sweet pussy that you were yearning for years. Use your fucking fingers. She loved being fucked with three, all knuckles deep."

Quinn could hear the obscene sounds of your wet pussy being fucked good by his brother, the pitiful gagging sounds as you choked around Jack. His cock was fucking hard, his body burning up from all the layers he had on.

Jack grunted. "Fuck, I just know that pussy clenched, didn't it? Her throat did. This one is a slut. No matter how hard you hated hearing that, it's the truth. That pretty little pussy is a slut, a cum-hungry hole. Stop fucking around and stretch her open or your cock will make her bleed. Oh, maybe you want to make her bleed? Do you? Do you?"

"Shut up," Luke hissed, seething.

"You were so angry when I told you about that. You wanted to do that yourself, huh? She was fucking wet that time. I stretched her for over two fucking hours, but she still bled. Sucks for you, Luke. I was the first one in that slutty pussy." Jack was laughing, not minding you thrashing against your silk restraints, ignoring all three glares at him. "You can still make her bleed. You can fuck her while she wasn't wet enough yet. Ignore Q. Make her bleed. She can take it. She likes pain. She's slut for it."

Quinn was also getting riled, unbuttoning his shirt. Jack always strayed from orders even if he thought otherwise. He was stubborn ass. He wasn't only taunting Luke. He was taunting everyone but especially Quinn. The insane fucker grinned at him while appearing so fucking high of his mind, of nothing but you.

It was so hard to keep sitting so far away as you whined when Jack pulled back, your drool dripping from your lips. Your whole demeanor spoke how fucking turned on you were, panting like you were in heart, screaming when Luke resumed with his task, gagging as Jack thrusted into your mouth.

Jack kept with his instruction but he would turn into a spew of mockery. Every time he degraded you by calling you a slut or a whore, Luke would grunt, shoulders tensing, his nails digging into your thighs.

Apparently, Luke wasn't into degrading you. Interesting. That was new. This would be difficult then. Quinn loved to degrade you too. He guessed that Luke just needed to get over it.

"You still got a lot to learn, Lukey." Quinn stood up, ridding his clothes, homing into the way your back arched, making his way to grab the lube in your nightstand. "Make her come. She's close."

"What are you planning?" Jack grunted, his thrusts turning clumsier.

"You never understood when you should stop, Jack." It was Quinn's turn to taunt him. "You better not come in her mouth or else you would spend rest of the night kneeling and facing a corner like the child you were acting right now."

His brother's sanity—whatever was left with it—frayed. It should. He tested Quinn. This was the consequences of his actions. He expected Jack to retaliate as his muscles budged and flexed, his tongue licking at his blood tinted lips, but his brother wretched his body away, whining at the loss of you, at your broken mess as you pleaded for his cum.

"Fuck you, Q." Jack grunted, snatching the lube from him, lubing his cock up then jerking himself in tight and harsh tugs. "I fucking hate you, asshole. You always do this to me. I hate you. Ihateyouihateyouihateyou."

On and on. It was amusing.

"Shhh, he can come on your tits, my Love. Don't you worry. He'll live." He wiped the drool from your chin, ignoring his brother, smiling when your pleas stopped as he offered his cock, chuckling as you tried to come closer but you couldn't. "How's Luke?"

"Good. I'm so close, Q. I just need...mmfuck," you sobbed.

"Tell me what you need." Quinn smirked, glancing at Luke who looked so fucking lost because Jack didn't do a good job instructing him. "What's he not reaching?"

You sobbed, shaking your head, your legs twitching, pressing up at Luke.

"Curl your fingers, Luke." Quinn kept his eyes on you. Hearing the answering grunt. "Still not?"

You shook your head.

"All that long fingers and you can't reach her g-spot?" Jack spat.

"No one's talking to you," Quinn gritted, pushing Jack, nodding for him to go to your other side. "Don't be impatient. You'll find it. Just keep...There we go. Can you hear what you do to our sweet girl? Listen to her scream. That's the fucking spot. That's all you, Luke."

"Fucking hell, Luke," you cried your release. "Fuck!"

The sound of his brother lapping at your cum had Quinn's mouthwatering. Oh, he craved that taste. He should've taken over instead. He would've made you come faster, but he couldn't blame Luke who kept himself so pure just for you. Did you know that? Your favorite and your best friend Luke was fucking virgin for you. I bet you didn't. If you had, you wouldn't even rile him up with another man. Their youngest was too fucking sad. Quinn hated you for that.

You were such a brat.

"Fuck every one of you. It's always Luke." Jack complained, as his cum spurted on your tits. "He's always the important one." He gazed at his cum. "A fucking waste. I hate all of you."

"Jack," you cried genuine tears.

"Don't cry, sweet girl. Jack deserved that," Quinn mocked, sliding his two fingers on one bead of cum—not caring whose it is—guiding it up your neck, up to your lips. He appeased, "Not such a waste now, right?"

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Jack could fucking kneel at how greedy you were as you licked up the cum from Quinn's fingers. That was his cum. You were eating his cum. His fucking cum. His cock ached as it tried to harden when he needed to rest. He was so turned on by you. He couldn't help it. Fuck, he was pathetic by how he was nodding, yearning to feed you his cum himself but one look from Quinn had him simply panting where he was, even as Luke sat up, his obnoxious cock pressing against your entrance.

Jack wanted to be first in your pussy tonight. He could even stretch you out. It was a fucking win-win situation. He gets to fuck you and fill you with his cum and maybe have another fucking round. You would be stretched for Luke. Quinn could...fuck knew what Quinn would get out of that, but Jack could guarantee his older brother loved watching. See? Win-fucking-win.

His cock twitched, making him flinch. Fuck, fine! He needed rest anyway. The virgin boy could have you first.

"He should wear a condom, no?" Jack teased as Luke sank into your pussy as Quinn filled your mouth with his cock. Then he said in a hush tone to his brothers. "This slut isn't in birth control."

Your choked agreement was silenced by Quinn who made you take all of him until your nose hit his base.

"W-what?" Luke stuttered, shivering as he moved deeper and deeper, no doubt feeling your velvety walls squeeze around his cock. "We didn't bring any condoms."

"Oh no! A slut is going to get knocked up!" Jack barked a laugh, at the same time as Quinn said, "Doesn't fucking matter. Let's see who'll become a father first."

Luke looked torn for a moment before the corner of his lips twitched. Fuck, their youngest had a breeding kink? What a surprise! Not too sweet of him.

An idea clicked in his head, as he remembered a particular bottle of aged whiskey that he gifted you. They should all celebrate. After all, the favorite Hughes was no longer a fucking virgin and a possible father.

Jack didn't bother saying anything, tugging his pants up, as he went to fetch the whiskey. Humming a tune as he made his way down, he realized that he could be a father too. Well, fuck his single life then.

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Luke almost came. What brought him back from the verge was hearing Jack cackling from wherever he went. What a lunatic. What was wrong with him now? Quinn didn't look disturbed, so Luke tried to match energy.

Jack was fucking insane, and he thought he could be breaking too because you felt so good.

How could he had never thought about fucking you while you were at his mercy from all those drunken games? How could he have passed the chance to taste delectable pussy? He should've eaten you out before. Maybe he was soft after all.

As he watched Quinn fuck your face without care if you sputtered around his cock, he suddenly felt too dressed. He threw off his sweat-drenched shirt. He flinched when Quinn glanced at him after you whimpered from the loss of his cock because he needed to get his pants off.

"The fuck are you doing? Who told you to stop fucking her?" Quinn grunted, sweat dripping down temple, down the strands of his hair, down his body, "Get inside her or you won't be coming inside her too."

"My bad." Luke slid back inside your heat, his pants barely off his ass.

"You're overheating. That's why you strip before." Quinn huffed, rolling his eyes. "You follow my orders, Luke. You ask for my permission. Is that clear?"

"Jack doesn't do any of that," Luke retorted, pressing down on your lower abdomen as he thrusted deeper, gasping as you clenched. "Fuck, so good."

"He does, but you know how he is." Quinn untied your hands, manhandling you into your hands and knees, making Luke work his way to adjust.

"I can't hold myself up, Q. My arms felt like pins and nee—LUKE!" You yelped as Luke grabbed onto your hips and drove into your pussy. "Holyfuckingshit."

"You'll live," Quinn chuckled, pulling you by your hair to level you with his cock. "Be a good girl for me."

Luke knew that you liked that. Your pussy squeezed so fucking tight that Luke came. Every spurt felt like his soul was getting sucked by your greedy pussy because you kept squeezing and clenching while you gagged on Quinn.

Luke loved you so fucking much.

"Too quick, Lukey," Jack teased from the door, fully naked with a tray of bottled whiskey and four glasses. "Virgin boy."

"You were a virgin?" You asked, popping Quinn's cock out of your lips, gazing at him in wonder. You looked so fucked out and messy, yet so beautiful.

"Someday, I would snip that tongue, Jack," Luke grunted as he emptied himself.

"Snip my tongue when I brought whiskey to celebrate you?" Jack placed the tray on the nightstand, taking the bottle and ignoring the glasses. "A bit harsh on me, no?"

Of course, Jack had to audacity to say that after he fucking talked down on him, after he just exposed the one secret he asked to be kept. Luke would never tell him his other secrets. Fuck him.

Luke sat back in his shins, his cock and his cum slipping from you, letting you fall down in his lap while your pussy leaked and quivered. What a sight. He couldn't help but slap your ass, spreading them to see you leaked more and more. His cock twitched when Quinn forced you to his suck his cock.

"Pour me one," their oldest said, his voice rumbly but levelled like he wasn't fazed with any of ministration.

"That's the spirit!" Jack poured two fingers, glass after glass, handing one to Quinn quicker than he did to Luke. "To the former virgin boy." They clicked glasses, smirking at him, downing their whiskey in one go.

"You two are such asses," Luke huffed, smelling the foul liquid. He was not a whiskey person. "Why—"

"My turn." Jack pushed him off, ignoring him when he protested as his whiskey spilled all over you.

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Jack wanted to fuck you behind too. He liked that position, but Quinn—fucking Quinn, the annoying and bossy fuck—told him to lie down. So, he did, groaning the feel of Luke's cum on the sheets. It was off putting to say the least, but his cock twitched as Quinn guided you down his length.

"What are we gonna do?" was what he wanted to ask, but he literally could feel Quinn working your ass while Luke peered like a curious bird. He wasn't fucking dumb not to understand what was happening, but was Quinn sure? Didn't mention that he found out you didn't like anal? Was he going to do something you didn't want?

His cock twitched as he moved you, smirking at how you cried and sobbed, trying to get away from Quinn, but Jack held you, fucking you from underneath, your tits basically bouncing on his face. He liked you scared out of your fucking mind. If Quinn could fuck you anally, could he cut you up? Just a bit. Maybe along your cleavage. Maybe just next to your pulse.He would be gentle. That would be so nice.

"I don't want that," you sobbed, shaking your head.

You shouldn't have done that.

Quinn smacked your ass, grabbing your neck and pressing your back against him. "You do, because I say so. All or nothing, my Love."

"You're fucking evil, Quinn." Jack laughed, shivering as his blood rushed to his cock when you started to actually sob. "You're being a bad example to Lukey."

Jack could visibly see the cogs in Quinn's brain working. He fucking wished he would really just fuck your ass, but by the way he caressed your neck instead of squeezing and the way he kissed and licked your tears, he knew that Quinn would never. Jack had to tamper down his disappointment, focusing on your pussy, on how Luke ran his hands all over you.

He fought off the need to tease him, especially when he noticed the bruises marring your hips and your wrists. He needed to give you more, so he slid his hands to your waist, tightly gripping your skin.

You felt amazing. Best fucking pussy he's ever fucked. Not that he fucked anyone else after fucked you. He couldn't. That was three years ago. He had been fucking celibate for three years because he couldn't betray you with another woman. He would rather die.

"Quinn, no, no. Fuck." You writhed.

You couldn't even focus on him, after he saved himself for you. Was he really not as important? Was he just a pawn because he was a bit broken—

"It's just a finger." Quinn pushed you down, seeing the turmoil gnawing in Jack's heart, but he still smirked, ever so fucking cruel. "Kiss my brother."

You finally looked at Jack. The action was simple, yet it filled the void in his chest. Your eyes were still shining with tears as they both fucked you. Your hands came on his shoulders, gripping so tightly. Your lips shyly pressed against his. It was your first kiss tonight. And Jack almost came from the feels rushing down his very core.

You were kissing him. Him. Not Luke. Not Quinn. Him. His heart felt impossibly full. His head that always spun and blurred was clear and calm. He knew it. You were the love of his life.

Minutes felt like hours. He came as you did.

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You passed out. Quinn helped you off his brother, laying you down next to Jack who immediately wrapped his arms around you. He looked as love-drunk as Luke who was just sitting at the edge of the bed. Those were their few similarities. They wore their hearts on their sleeves. They just showed it in different ways.

Quinn wished he could do the same.

Factors after factors, he needed to be prepared. He needed to keep everyone together. If it was just him, he would've let you go as far as you dared with that man, but it wasn't. He got two brothers who had been getting impatient and was breaking at their seams at the mere mention of the man.

They had no idea how evil he could be. They would never find out. You wouldn't too.

All of you wouldn't understand the five-figure he had dropped to get that man sorted—deleted, removed, killed—because he had flirted with you. Or when he paid to watch how the suspicious man in your street gets taken care of. Or when he had resorted to watching every single one of you to keep you all safe even when he was in Vancouver. He got connections. One phone call and he could fix anything or at least lessen the damage.

It wasn't just you whom he cared for. It was all three of you. The world was a dangerous place. He was dangerous. He tried to be more lethal than the fucking world. Everything was piling in his chest, and he didn't mind. As long as you were all safe.

"Aren't you going to do something about that?" Jack asked, pointedly staring at his cock before meeting his eyes. "I could open her up for you."

Yes, he could have his brother open your thighs, keep them open as he fucked you. That was the least Jack could do after all the bullshit he did this night or most days, really. He could have Luke hold your other leg.

He could order them to do anything. His word had always been the last word. However, as he marked the lightness in Jack's eyes, he knew he was out of his episode. Luke looked tired while also ready for what was to come. You wouldn't even stir, but he knew that a cock in your pussy would wake you. You were so tempting. So fucking tempting.

However, tampering down his need, Quinn stood up, picking up his clothes. "I prepared breakfast sandwiches. Heat them up in the morning."

"Where are you going?" Luke quietly asked.

"I have things to do."

"Is she not included in that?" Jack gritted, taking offence. "You told us we would—"

"I fucked her mouth. Isn't that enough?" Quinn was a fucking asshole.

With a glare, Quinn challenged Jack to speak the words whirling in his head: “You didn't come in our girl." Instead, his brother said, "You better be back by breakfast. I won't be heating up anything."

"I can just—"

"Shut it, Luke. I'm making a fucking point," Jack whisper yelled.

"You will." Quinn tucked his aching dick into his pants, swallowing down his groan. "If you want to fuck her again, you will."

"Fine," Jack sighed, grunting when their youngest snickered. "That's gotta be painful though."

"I'll be fine." Quinn would always be fine. It wasn't the first time he would be leaving with a hard-on. "Next time."

As usual, Jack echoed those two words as Luke simply tipped his head to the side. They never changed. They should never have to change. That included you. All three of you should just remain like that.

One, volatile and fragile.

One, secretive and willing to learn.

One, pliant and theirs.

You were all perfect. Quinn just needed to make sure it shall be. He loved you all so much that he would do everything he could do.

Turning his back, he walked away without a backward glance.

Put Jack in jail for being mean to Luke. 😒😒😒 also. Part 2??? (Jk not promising anything. !!)

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Hey girlie do you do caitlyn x reader? bc a caitlyn x rebound!reader angst/smut/fluff would SLAP with your writing^^

THE LOVELY REBOUND - CAITLYN X READER (+VI)

synopsis: Caitlyn still loves Vi, will always love Vi. But now that she’s Commander, she’s lonely. She’s sad, she wants to forget how her whole world has turned upside down. So she turns to you, her best friend. She’s always held a love for you, and she knows Vi does too. But she also knows that Vi’s gonna be mad she missed out on having you; and that bit of revenge makes Caitlyn feel better.

warnings: rebounding kinda??? Caitlyn’s just desperate for comfort and it pushes her to get you, mention of Vi (of her being jealous), frottage, making out, talk of fantasies, Grammarly is my beta

genre: f/f (implied f/f/f)

p.s. I do now!! Your ask inspired me LMAO hope you enjoy!

You quietly enter Caitlyn’s room, it's dark. You see her silhouette sitting at the edge of her bed, her head lowered, her dark blue hair covering her face and waving down her back.

She doesn't move as you walk towards her, you crawl into her bed and hug her from behind. She grasps one of your arms and sniffs, you cuddle your head into the crook of her neck, she leans her head against yours.

“I know you miss her,” You start, your voice quiet in the dark room, “I do too.”

Caitlyn huffs through her nose, “At least I still have you. Maddie’s been trying to be my rock, but I don't need her.”

You chuckle, “She can try until the day she dies, you already have your two girls…” You trail off, “She’ll come back. When all this is over and we've done what we can, she’ll come back.”

The beautiful woman turns to look at you, her pretty bright blue eyes looking at you, you can't help the heat that rises to your face. Caitlyn’s always been pretty; but these past few years she's become gorgeous.

“You know I still love her right?”

“I know.”

There's a small silence in the room, Caitlyn cups your face and brushes her nose against yours, her voice low and purring, “But I love you too.”

Your voice is soft with affection, “I know.” You lift your head and your lips are centimetres apart as you add, “I love Vi as well.”

Caitlyn pushes forward and kisses you. It’s full of passion, frustration, and sadness. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were never meant to be a rebound, a way to heal Caitlyn's cracked heart.

Vi was supposed to be here. She was supposed to be a part of this. Seeing you two kiss, strip, fuck. She was supposed to see your makeup get ruined and your skin bruise. She was supposed to kiss you too and eat your pussy out.

Vi and her talked about you all the time, what they'd do to you. But now Vi’s not here, and Caitlyn is going to do everything she's ever fantasized about since she was a tween.

And she's gonna rub it in Vi’s face when she comes back.

The kisses become frantic as Caitlyn pushes you onto the bed, she quickly straddles you and rips off her silky white nightgown. She's so beautiful. All that's separating you two are her tiny panties and your pants.

You raise up onto your elbows and tear off your top, Caitlyn quickly unhooks your bra. Your chest now bare to Caitlyn’s appreciative gaze. Caitlyn unbuckles and helps you shimmy out of your pants. You too are now left only in your undies.

Caitlyn grounds down against your pussy and you moan, your best friend rushes down and captures your lips in a kiss. Only she can hear you break down. Vi’s allowed to hear you when she comes back.

The two of you desperately rut together, your panties getting sticky with your arousal. You're curious as to why Caitlyn didn't demand the two of you to remove your panties but you're not complaining. The material of the panties give an extra bit of friction to your clit.

Caitlyn breaks the kiss and leans down, roughly fondling your chest as she sucks a nipple into her mouth. You arch up against her and whine. You bring your hands down to her hips and help her grind against you.

The two of your moans crescendo and you both cum with a desperate whine.

Caitlyn drops off you and pants into her bed, you crawl up and put her on your chest, playing with her hair as your other hand brushes up and down her side. She cuddles up closer to you and kisses the crook of your neck.

You hear a sniffle, and look down to see Caitlyn's eyes watering. You hug her tightly as she breaks down, “I miss her so much.”

A small hush escapes your lips as you rub her back, “I do too love, I do too.” Caitlyn whines at the petname, “You’re not just a rebound. You know that right?”

You pause your movements for a second, your voice quiet but firm, “I had hope I wasn't. I know how much you love Vi. I didn't think… I didn't think you'd love me as much as you love her.”

Caitlyn jerks up from your hold and looks down at you in a desperation you've never seen before, “I do! I've loved you ever since I was a tween, but I was too scared to say anything! I didn't want to lose you, sweetheart. But Vi noticed. She was upset at first but then... She fell for you too overtime. We talked about you all the time. How to tell you, how we hoped you loved us too. Now you're here where we've always wanted but… Vi’s not here.”

You pull her back down and kiss her, full of love and understanding. This would be perfect if Vi were here, but you'll take it.

“She’ll come back to us, darling. She will. She loves us, but our roads have diverged for a moment. It'll reconnect before we know it.”

Caitlyn relaxes and cuddles back up to your chest. There's a comforting silence before Caitlyn giggled

“She’s gonna be so jealous she wasn't here. I can't wait to rub it in her face she missed seeing you get wrecked. My twelve-year-old self is celebrating right now.”

You cackle out a laugh as Caitlyn's giggles get louder.

Poor Vi, she’ll get all the loving she deserves when she comes back to you two; you'll make sure of it.

Y'all I think I slayed this, time to add Caitlyn to my masterlist 🤭😏

[erwinsvow]

Ugh the romcom stare?? Girl u just get it, I will never recover. I too am a sundress girly so I am just living vicariously through your thoughts LMAO. I can just imagine you and Jack going out and Idk what happens but he gets jealous…fast forward to him lifting reader’s sundress and having steamy sex in his truck. Him just being feral for his girl and his breeding kink in over drive..maybe this is how you get pregnant with the twins idk. Maybe you weren’t wearing panties either for easier access and he just loses his ever loving mind…maybe [headshot]

SEX IN JACK'S PICKUP TRUTHERS RISE!! do you also feel like this man is giving upstate cabin vibes. because i do. he's bestie with the EM scheduler because he's always been the one person who never requests holidays or too many days off (the anniversary of his wife being one of the only exceptios :( i just made myself sad) and always comes in if needed, even unprompted (god. what a man.) so when he asks for a couple of strings to be pulled to get him a golden four-day weekend off, he picks you up and takes you this little cabin that he frequents and fixed up himself and then just rearranges your guts for four days. takes you to a nice dinner at a cute local restaurant where the owner knows him and teases him about you and you wear that one dress that's his favorite and on the back you two can't even make it inside, just on each other like rabid animals in the driveway of his cabin, and he finally gets his hand up your thigh and to your hip and realizes you didn't have panties on this ENTIRE time and he just kind of. short circuits. riding jack in the pick-up truthers.... our time is nigh. steamy windows and handprints on the driver's side and your back hits the horn a couple times by accident. no condom because no one remembered, and even if he was thinking about it, he wants to knock you up and make sure this is the rest of his life extremely badly. jack being the er cowboy, pretty calm under chaos and the rest of his life being pretty organized and steady and then he meets you and it's flipped upside down, you're pregnant with his twins after, like, half a year and married two months after and he's got a whole family within two years. twins and a baby on the way and now he has to build a crib for the cabin :) AHHHHHHHH i love you

[richeeduvie]

Birds of a Feather - PART ONE?

Darkish!Aaron Hotchner x Reader Sorry Lalo and Roman girlies I was on an Criminal Minds binge and I had to...and I also want to write more idkidk

It's moments he's remembering, from when you joined the team to when Aaron realized there was feelings in him for you. It all comes down to use for the justification of things he's done. He will do.

The person he's become for you. For you. That three letter word is easier on the tongue than the word because. It's less of an excuse that way.

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WARNING: Mentions of death, violence, things of a graphic nature. Criminal minds stuff. Jealous, possessive Hotchner. Entitled behavior. Toxic behavior and relationships. OC!Hotch sorta cause I don't think he'd turn into this crazy of a person, but reader's just that hot lol. More tags to come maybe cause Hotch is only going to get worse.

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Aaron never thought that the person that would change him would be the woman who smiled too much. He never thought this change would come harshly - all for you, the one who joined the BAU's team 6 months ago.

The one who currently has the whole team looking for their retainer case, including him.

He's almost silent when his head hits the bottom of the jet table. But Aaron hears your giggle and he's sure he hears Rossi's smile.

"I don't think it's right for you to have the leader of this team on the floor to help you and then for you to laugh at him."

"Oh, lighten up on the kid, Hotch."

Aaron stays under the table, Rossi's not able to catch the stern, even sterner way he looks there at the older man's words.

"And I'm not understanding why you - on how we have let Rossi off the hook when it comes to finding your retainer case."

Aaron's voice stays leveled talking to you, never rising in tone or going low. It's him as he always is, but under the table with you. It's not different.

It's not different. The way the blood in his cheeks come warm, it's not different. And it has to be that way for a multitude of reasons.

"We've silently agreed it's because he's old. Or, that's what I assume. And I assume I'm right."

It's Spencer coming out from the bathroom, his voice dragging out the word 'old' factually, casual. Not unkind, just the way Spencer is - and it makes the team smile and scoff. Or both. Unless you're the team's leader, then Spencer's words only bring a simple, slight curve to the corners of his mouth.

And what was barely there in humor drops at the sight of you smiling at Spencer. Spencer's words. Not at Spencer. It's all innocent.

What it is shouldn't matter anyway.

It drops, Aaron ignores the uneven, heavy feeling around his chest to the point he doesn't know why it's there when he can't anymore.

You smile too much.

"I'm old, and when you're old, you'll take the word as an insult when it is, and you'll use your age as an advantage when it benefits you. I think if my bad knees were going to ever be beneficial, it'd be now."

"I'll take your word for it, Dave."

"I think it's a great show of a leader to do this for one of their members of the team. To put in the work to find something very valuable to me."

"...It's a retainer case."

You smile at Aaron. He doesn't blink, but his eyes are never wide. There's nothing to smile about.

"And it wasn't in the bathroom."

"I don't think it's anywhere on this plane, my love."

Derek sits back in his seat, almost slumped when he does. "I know this seems dorkish, I think Reid being my plane seat partner recently has been affecting me, but I'm in the mood for a board game. Sorry, Reid."

You can see Reid turn to Derek Morgan to J.J across from them, then back to Reid.

"What's so dorkish about board games?"

"Come on, man. When you hear the word board games, do you think of the word cool, do you imagine a cool person who constantly plays board games?"

"I think of them as a way to cheaply and effectively spend time with loved ones and friends while igniting competition and entertainment. My favorite is Clue if we're going for a more simple conversation, but there are many, especially more modern ones that require more strategy, have deeper narratives, or are particularly just beautiful in design. I'd have to see a list."

Derek smiles with teeth at J.J. She leans her head back and smiles without.

"I feel like the point I was trying to make was proven there."

"What point?"

Your smile never lets up. It doesn't make Hotch smile, but it makes him unable to turn away.

With you, he's beginning to have moments where he doesn't understand why he does the things that he does. It goes against everything he's ever learned. But, he's not about to profile himself to see if he can fix that. Not yet, anyway.

Maybe he'll be able to look away, and you'll stop being someone whose smile and eyes and tilt of the head makes him warm and nearly angry. You don't deserve that anger even if you don't know it's there.

"I think going up against Spencer in a boardgame is a losing game. But I kinda want to, now."

"...Let's get up."

You listen to him, taking his hand when he helps you rise on your feet.

"I think I'll take to the corner, do a cognitive interview on myself to see if I can remember where I put the fuc...damn thing."

"I've told you to watch your language."

You have a problem with swearing. You have the skill of making it sound bright, charming. It's unprofessional. Hotch doesn't know or care to see the way his group softens their banter to look at you and him.

"I just did, I feel proud of myself. But sorry."

He doesn't say anything, but he watches your throat bob.

"And it may be a retainer case with my retainer, but not just just, Mr. Hotchner. Mr. Hotchner, Sir. Mr-"

"Don't hurt yourself, kid."

Your smile turns to Rossi, Hotch tilts his head - moves his body into your line of sight a bit more.

You're talking to him right now, it's unprofessional to suddenly shift the conversation, especially when it's one you were having with your boss. An explanation, but you don't have to smile at him the way you do. Aaron will take what he can get.

"But it'll probably be less than a week and a half before my teeth start to shift. That's thousands of dollars down the drain, all those wire tightening appointments poor seven year old me had to go through will have been in vain."

"She's right. No matter how rigorous the medical process is to literally break the gums so your teeth can shift into a more aesthetically pleasing position, it's almost as if your mouth has memory to shift them back-"

"No need for the ortho lesson, Spence." Emily takes a sip of her coffee, it clearing down her throat. "I can say with experience and visual evidence that if you don't wear those little plastic molds of your teeth for the rest of your life, they'll punish you by moving back."

The black-haired agent bares her bottom teeth and its slight crookedness. J.J leans in, Spencer tilts his head.

"It looks nice, still."

"Did you start to wear them after you noticed them shifting?"

Emily takes another sip. "Hell no."

You and Hotch turn away from that conversation as you sit in your corner. Settling. He watches you settle.

"Or I could just get braces again. I don't know how many people would take a twenty-six year old with braces seriously in this field but...we'll see."

The silence settles with you for a bit, no one expects Hotch to say anything. Hotch doesn't expect himself to say anything.

"I've been thinking about getting Jack braces."

They certainly don't expect it's something so personal. Personal for him, suddenly personal. And they - Reid, Morgan, J.J, Prentiss, Rossi, they've seen how the stern, small-eyed stare of Aaron Hotchner gets even more...silently harsh at the sight of you. Garcia would agree if she was here. So for that personal comment to be brought upon you, the charming, all-too-bright newbie? They can't help but stare.

But Rossi, Dave - he's a step ahead, he could question a thing or two about what it could mean.

You look at Aaron. He doesn't look away. He can't. He wants to.

He wants to look away. He doesn't know if he does.

"Oh. Well, tell the little man it's worth it in the end...and that the ortho-guy is lying, you can eat as many chips and nuts as you want."

Aaron doesn't nod, but his eyes are enough. "I'll be sure to tell him."

He turns to go back to seat before he can catch another smile, not yours, anyway.

"What?"

Rossi takes to looking out the window, Aaron looks at...files, he'll focus on the lines and catch-up work. There's nothing to turn away from when you're behind him.

"I think she did really well on this case."

"You'd be right." There's a pause. "Is there anything else?"

"I think that'd be you to decide."

His eyes flicker up to the older man. It's that type of comment, that insinuation that would get anyone else reprimanded, whether or not they're in front of the rest of the team. But David Rossi is David Rossi, there's a reason why he's so bold now, fixing that reason is not anywhere near Hotch's list of priorities. He's too tired now, at least.

And yet, he's always the last to fall asleep on the plane ride home. He turns behind him just to check. In your time here, they've learned you're second to last.

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Out of the line-up to pick someone new, readily skilled and able to fit in with the BAU, Aaron knew it would be you. From a completely platonic and professional perspective, you were it. You had to be, it's something he can admit. Your name didn't reach him by a resume or interview, but the moment he met you, Aaron knew you would be an asset to the team.

And maybe, from a more personalized perspective, he thought Reid would do well with someone younger with them for the work.

But to be twenty-six, that's three years between now and your graduation with a public college in New York - and in those three years, you did quite a lot. Impressive work for someone so young. Nothing of titles or accreditation, but when his team is called out to find the killer of three women and your profile is at the center of it, it calls into question as to whether or not Aaron should make use of your talents, to let that go unappreciated would've been a mistake. He remembers how the team agreed.

Girl Sherlock. Silly. Silly girl. He doesn't care when anyone is named, killer or hero - but you deserve a better one.

It was a killer with no name in Virginia, so they didn't have to go far for the investigation, but you did. You came in the day they did, papers and files in your hand. A coat too big for you to wear. You look like you couldn't handle the cold, even though he wouldn't agree that it was cold at all that day.

"H-hi. Hello. I never thought I would have the chance to bother the FBI, but I...fuck."

He remembers Morgan's brow rising, his was already raised.

"Sorry, I didn't think this would be nerve-wracki...."

You trailed off when your eyes caught Aaron. A nervous, young woman who obviously wasn't from Virginia. Someone who possibly has a problem with authority, you wouldn't have stuttered and stumbled as much as you did around him if that was the case.

Though, you've built familiarity between the both of you. He's allowed you to. So, if he looks back on it, not someone who has fear of authority, you wouldn't be so open to asking him to get on the floor of a jet if that was the case. You were just nervous the first time.

"I have reason to believe that whoever took the lives of these women in the past week is the Northwind Killer. And the Wyoming Skinner. And the Akron Phantom."

You, this nervous, young woman with scrambles of writings, news clippings. At first, you appeared like an obsessive fan of true crime, someone they would turn away with pity and second-hand embarrassment. But then, the way you spoke, the way you profiled. It was professional, investigative. You knew what you were doing and you've been doing it for a while.

It didn't help that you were beautiful. But he doesn't remember thinking that the first time he met you. Aaron thinks he's only realized it over time, or...now it's personalized - the way you look on his chest, it's no longer just a fact of your face.

It didn't help that the coat looked too big on you.

"You're Girl Sherlock."

Aaron saw the way you cringed at Reid's reveal.

"I never not feel like I'm twelve years old when someone calls me that. I've just turned twenty-six. But yeah, that's me." 

Prentiss’s head leaned up, then she nodded with her mouth parted. 

“Well, nice to meet you, Girl Sherlock. But considering that makes me feel like I’m twelve, I assume you want to be called your actual name? I’m Emily Prentiss. This is Spencer Reid, don’t be surprised he somehow knows you.” 

You smiled before you gave your name. 

He doesn’t know what to think of how much he likes your name, he would’ve named Jack that if he was born a girl. 

But, maybe Aaron never thought that, maybe he’s making himself into a fool. Aaron wouldn’t know why he’d do that when he doesn’t want anything to do with you outside of a professional matter. Where he can care for you professionally, maybe even to the point where you become close to him on the team, as he is with everyone else. 

Not someone to resent when he dreams about you instead of Haley at night. You wouldn’t deserve that, but Aaron Hotchner would hope he’s done some good enough in his life where you could leave him alone in his own head, where there would be a part of him that doesn’t allow this to turn into anything. 

But he should know by now, what he’s seen in his line of work - the dangers of what happens when you keep yourself convinced. But this wouldn’t be dangerous, it’d be right. This isn’t an unsub convincing himself that thoughts, fantasies of murder and wrongdoing are justified or something he’s entitled to, this is him convincing himself and rightly so that there’s nothing different about you. There is no bodily or mental reaction when it comes to you. Not then, not now. 

Aaron tilted his head at the smile growing brighter. The smile was warranted then. He couldn’t profile just how much you think it’s needed to smile and make others smile then. Aaron was too busy with the fact three women were dead and you were there to turn the case upside down. 

That and your four-pointed star earrings. Gold, old. Your neck held no jewelry. 

“How do you know her?”

“She’s a private investigator. She’s made a name for herself internet wise, although her work in criminal investigation is just…I think this is one of those moments where I am self-aware enough to stop myself from making a socially-inept mistake. It would be an odd experience for you if a stranger began to delineate your life story and career progression, wouldn’t it?” 

“On the nose, Spencer. But thanks for the introduction.” 

There was silence between you all until Rossi chimed in, because of course he would. “Well, Girl Sherlock?” 

There was no trailing off at the sight of Rossi, no. It was eyes widened. Hotch shared a look with Morgan, then Prentiss. 

“You’re David Rossi.” 

“You know me?” 

“It’s a fan club.” 

It’s something he almost whispered, nothing sarcastic or demeaning in voice, but it was a quip at the fact this was happening during a case. A bit humorous, because Aaron can admit it was, but mostly and barely frustrated. You were interesting, he wouldn’t blame the team for their attention shifting onto you. 

“And you’re Aaron Hotchner.” 

He blinked at that, he rolls his shoulders leaning forward remembering the way you said his name. 

“I’ve read a few articles about you.” 

Your mouth parted and Aaron knew what would’ve come out. 

I’m sorry about your wife. 

It wasn’t any question of what articles you read and it wasn’t any question that the team knew what they were too. The most recent ones would be the obvious answer. Haley, George Foyet. SSA Widower Aaron Hotchner, a man who was already closed off trying to break the walls down, for the sake of his team. His friendships - his son. 

“Yeah, hi. Again,” And again, you said your name. “I’m twenty-six. I live and work out of San Diego usually. I used to work at a private investigation agency, it was mostly figuring out if someone’s husband or wife was fuc…fooling around on them and I wanted more so I marketed myself…more. It got me more work, robberies with leads that went cold, missing persons - which were usually twenty-somethings running away from their families. But one day, almost three years ago, the mother of a boy who went missing seven years ago paid me money I did not deserve to help her. I tried my best.” 

“You found a boy who was missing for nearly a decade in a week, I would say your best is more than subpar.” 

The team looked from Reid to you. Aaron couldn’t believe it. 

He didn’t want to be cruel, to say it was luck - and he didn’t, which was good. He was proven wrong nearly after. 

“Did she choose you for a specific reason?” 

J.J crossed her arms. You shook your head. “She was a mother looking for anyone to help her when everyone else turned her away. I was there. After that, I got more cases. More serious cases. I almost went on Alprazolam which is so…not like me, I think? Sorry, but yeah. Murder cases, most of them older and unsolved ones.” 

“And most you solved.” 

You looked to the floor. “It was usually just things the police overlooked, missteps I could go back over. I don’t want to give myself credit where it’s not due but…yeah, I did nicely for a bit and that got around - got around enough to get some news articles thrown on me and the name Girl Sherlock.” 

“It was the New Yorker who honored her with that one. I would agree, there’s a better name somewhere.” 

“The New Yorker?” 

Emily’s brows curved. 

“It’s recent, for the most part. I was building rapport and promotion and it was alright until people were bringing me recent cases. These were family members and loved ones of victims or missing persons who were not waiting for the police to do their jobs, cases rejected by the FBI…sorry.” 

“I don’t think there’s any offense taken.” 

Morgan took a seat, crossed his arms too. You smiled at him, at Reid, Prentiss - J.J, you went down the line. 

All for your mouth and eyes to soften at him when you reach him. 

“There were these murders in Montana, which I’m sure Boy Wiki could tell you about.” 

Morgan nearly snorted, as well as Rossi. Reid blinked, head pulled back. There was that natural banter you had with them already, good-natured raillery that he accepts now. Aaron accepts it. He doesn’t resent the way you laugh with them. He doesn’t, because that'd make you different. 

That would mean he’s becoming worse of a person because of it. 

Maybe it’d be easier to accept what’s happening to him if what was happening to him at the sight and sound of you were things that were more conventional. Nothing like what he feels when he takes listening in on Reid or Morgan when he swears he can hear you laughing all the way outside of his office. Nothing like him wanting you to stay behind on every other case because it means you’d have to do your job like the rest of them, putting yourself in danger. 

Nothing like him thinking the person he hired only six months ago is incapable of doing this job, because then it means you’re helpless. You’re safe, as small as you are in a winter coat worn in the fall. 

It’s all happening too fast, and it needs to stop quickly. 

“Two pairs of parents from the same killer, that wasn’t my conclusion. Police knew it had to be the same man. I was investigating and another murder came, then another. They named him the Northwind Killer. This was a year ago. I was on it and then they stopped. Out of nowhere, I was trying to stay on it. Most of the murders I solved weren’t serial. I was lucky to get hired by someone whose daughter was the victim of the Wyoming Skinner.” You turned, Hotch watched the grip on your bag. “I shouldn’t say lucky, but it was in the sense that I knew this man was the same guy who committed the Northwind killings.” 

“Each victim had their back skinned. Not post-mortem.” 

“He didn’t do that in Montana, but I knew it was him.” 

“How so?” 

“I came in on the third victim each time, just like now. But I think it’s five. It’s always five victims in the end before he moves off to another state. Almost always, I may have not been FBI or of no legal authority but my presence in Wyoming brought enough attention that I think he was scared. Also…the police were doing their job well enough. He stopped at the fourth and didn’t kill for two months. On the dot, same in Montana. He started up again in Akron, Ohio. All of these are brunette women who end up lying face down, he kills five and moves on to a Northern state within two months. I know the signature is different every time, but I think that’s the point with him. Each state, he gets to try something new. Wyoming was skinning, Akron was decapitation. I just don’t know what it means.” 

You put your bag down. 

“Nobody called me for the Akron Phantom, I forced my way in. Same with here, but I think there are things with what I found in the other states that could help you here, maybe before they give him another stupid-ass name too.” 

“It’s not money you’re looking for? Cause we don’t have it.” 

It was the Police Chief you shook your head at. “No, Sir. Honestly? I’m too deep into this now. I know I have no legal jurisdiction or right to this case, I didn’t with Akron. I barely have time when people pay me, but I know I can help. I know this will help the families who’ve put their trust in me.” 

Aaron knew to say yes. There was nothing but things to benefit from if he said yes. You were legitimate according to the words of Reid. You sounded genuine. There was no reason to turn you away. 

“You’ll give a run-down on what you have for each killer?” 

“Yes, Sir. Mr. Hotchner. I can get everything laid out. It’ll take a second, I think I lost my hair clip on my way in. I don’t know how that happened.”

Aaron’s decided not to realize he wouldn’t have turned you away if there was every reason to.

[bluedandylyon]

Rewatch Rambles (tm)

PRINCESS PROM PRINCESS PROM WERE GOING TO PRINCESS PROM pt 2

Once again obsessed with Adora falling so easily for Catra's bait, she can really read her like a book.

In the previous episode Catra says

And this is so true, and why Adora is so scared of going against Catra.

Catra knows exactly how to use this against her. But the interesting part is that "the heart" in question is not only Bow and Glimmer, but Catra as well. She is formulating a plan that's hinging on Adora going to the FZ to rescue Bow and Glimmer, but it also hinges on Adora being distracted by Catra from their attachment to each other.

I wonder if Catra being able to successfully pull this off gave her a twisted sense of security. As in, she was able to make Adora jealous and fixate on her, so that must mean Adora still cares about her right?

It's so jarring to hear Catra explicitly say the word love bc most of her interactions with others are spent pretending she doesn't care about the other person.

And of course the first time she mentions loving another person is to get a rise out of Adora and try to make her jealous bc the only person she truly loves at this point in her life is Adora.

I mentioned it in a conversation with Chase where someone was saying that the dance scene was harassment from Catra, but I don't believe that. First up, Adora is never forced to dance with Catra, she offers up her hand and Adora takes it after a beat, after looking around to scan for people's reactions.

I think mostly Adora is embarrassed. She’s embarrassed by how much Catra affects her, and how people will see her being seen dancing with Catra. She's a Horde soldier after all, and has tried her best to sever all ties with the organization because she still feels like her position in the rebellion is extremely unstable. That she is one mistake away from people labelling her a traitor bc of her past and banishing her, and she has nowhere left to go.

I think she misses Catra, and that she wants to dance with her despite herself. That even though she is so annoyed by her antics and brattiness, that's also a lot of what Adora misses. We have to remember that because PDA is seen as a weakness in the Horde, the only way these two could express their love for each other was play-wrestling, pranking and bantering/playful bullying.

That dynamic is on full display this episode, but Adora is desperately trying to prevent herself from enjoying it. She does this by focusing on her suspicion and framing the easy return of their dynamic as a facade for Catra's plan.

Which... she is right about, but it's not the only reason Catra is acting this way. She misses Adora and their dynamic AND she is trying to prove to Adora she is better off (by flirting with other women) AND making Adora jealous to prove to herself that Adora still cares about her even after the abandonment (bc she cares so much and hates it).

Like im SORRY but look at Adora's face here, she's having fun despite herself. Before she remembers and turns it back into a scowl.

Side note: The way the entire episode budget was spent on the dance sequence between Catra and Adora, like you can TELL. the expressions, the animation, everything is so freaking immaculate. They knew what the gays wanted and they delivered.

Love how Adora can't stop looking at Catra even as she gets sent to another dance partner, while Catra is so sure of her control over the situation, that she acts non-nonchalantly about it and doesn't look back.

Also omg someone help Glimmer, poor girly is dissociating on that frame.

The dance is also just SO well paced and choreographed. Adora getting information by dancing with other partners is so creative and genius.

Side side note: this dance sequence is so gay, I can't believe this episode exists honestly.

They had to make this a Perfuma and Adora frame bc if the fandom got the dip AND Adora/Catra basically groping the other's ass, the world would have imploded I think.

Also please the EASE with which Adora carries Perfuma and lets her down...... oh to be a buff futch with arms of steel.

The way Catra just LAUNCHES herself into Adora's arms im going to bite my arm off actually.

Note how Adora's expression changes from angry to surprised and suspicious when Catra grabs her hand.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I have no analysis I’m just barking and yelling at my screen at this point. (have I seen this exact sequence 300 times? yes. Does it still affect me the same each time? also yes)

Well u can have the little analysis/note that Adora is totally looking at Catra's lips on the dip before looking up, as a treat.

Side side side note: Holy shit Catra is so hot, send help actually.

Catra looks so cute in this in-between frame :)

I have the power to do whatever I want so I am going to count this as a straddle (note their leg positions) so

SC = 4

Ok WAIT. I have to point out that Catra LETS herself be picked up by Adora. She raises her claws to fight back and then she lowers them willingly when she realizes Adora is going to pick her up. HELP THEYRE SO GAY.

This episode has some of the best Catra smirks I fear. This face combined with the knowledge that she is entirely in control of the situation despite being fucking pulled up from the ground by her collar,,, she’s got Adora in the pads of her hands and she fucking KNOWS. 

The tail to get her attention… PLEASEEEEEEEEE

Ok I am done screaming for now, I can analyze again.

Adora’s “this isn’t a game, people are going to get hurt” just goes to show that for all they know each other, they don’t really know what motivates the other person. And it’s bc they have no understanding of trauma, both theirs and the other person’s. Catra is so good at her nonchalant facade that she has genuinely convinced Adora that she doesn’t care, bc that’s what she always said.

"Promise" is such a surprise to Adora bc she was so focused on her duty as cadet that she couldn’t really unpack or discern the extent of Catra’s hurt under her facade of not caring.

Sorry I’m screaming again, just the fact that Catra fights this entire fight with her hands on her pockets,,,, PLEASE SHE’S SO COCKY THIS EPISODE

The split second where Catra thinks Adora is going to let her fall AUGH that pained expression just destroying her smirky and confident facade. "I really thought she still cared about me."

Lesbianism?????????????????????????????????????????

Ok we’ve had our laughs and some gaffs but like,,, can I take a second to just talk about how much trauma this poor girl went through in the last like 20 minutes? 

Her ex shows up at a party after her literally saying “I don’t leave my loved ones behind”, everybody at the party shuns her bc she is acting like a complete freak chasing her ex (who is also from her military / colonizer upbringing she's trying to distance herself from) around. She is also jealous despite herself bc Catra is being touchy with other women on purpose and riling her on, then she makes sure to dance a very romantic and intimate dance with lots of touching and Adora is conflicted bc she’s like “argh no I know you’re planning something but also I’ve missed you so much but also you’re the enemy and I can’t be seen enjoying this and also you’ve been teasing me all night long and then you DIP me and then u tell me u did actually kidnap my friend???!!!??”, then she gets banned from the party over something that she was actually right about, fights her ex, realizes she still cares about her and can’t let her fall, intense eye contact, “oh shit I am gay”, they fall off the cliff, she thinks Catra KILLS HERSELF by letting go of her hand and then she sees her fly away with her kidnapped friends??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Girl I’d be [sobbing] as well!

[emmyrosee]

MEGUMI YOU SAY????? LOML????? LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER IN THE WHOLE SHOW?????????? THAT MEGUMI????

he brings out his shikigami for you to play with/cuddle regularly.

also: museum/aquarium/art gallery dates <3

I’ve said this before in a drabble thing and I’ll say it again: i imagine a relationship dynamic with him is very “you wanna kiss me so bad” and “omg shut up but yes”

YES MEGUMI, THAT MEGUMI YES 🥺🥺🥺

HIS SHIKIGAMI ARE BETTER CUDDLERS THAN HIM I STG. They just curl against you to give you a warm pillow to nuzzle into, to the point even he gets a little jealous bc you look so cozy and it should be him that you're nuzzled into okay??

One time, when you fell asleep against it, he went to move you and it had the nerve, the audacity, the gumption to raise its teeth at him???? HIS OWN SHIKIGAMI??? It did not go over well with megumi for an assortment of reasons.

GOD aquarium (I’m an ocean girly shush) dates with him would be so fun, you demanding him to win you the giant penguin in the arcade, ignoring him when he tells you it would be cheaper to just by the thing but ultimately WINNING IT BC HE JUST LOVES TO WATCH YOU SMILE AND BEAM OKAY EVEN IF IT DID COST HIM AN OBSURD AMOUNT OF MONEY!!!

But just the way he’d look in the blue-hued-lights of the aquarium, casting the same hued shadows over his face, he just looks otherworldly, so pretty and when your jaw slacks to stare at him, he’s quick to use a finger to close it back up. “You’ll catch flies,” he mumbles.

"But I want to kiss you so bad," you whine.

"Later."

As if he's not more than eager to kiss you under the fluorescent lights of the fish tanks, penguin wing in your fist while your free arm wraps around his neck needily, and you rise just barely on your tiptoees to reach him, and-

You nudge him playfully, "you want to kiss me too, don't you?"

"You, stay quiet."

[bittersweet-jack-of-no-trades]

Mabel, of course, is a huge Studio Ghibli fan (Dipper is too but he's at that age where he thinks they're a little too "girly" despite their strong anti-war themes and sometimes violent scenes, he'll get over himself in a year or two). Her favorite is Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind because she likes how the bugs end up being the 'good guys' at the end (and the theme of environmental justice). Dipper, when he's forced to answer, says it's Princess Mononoke because of the cool action scenes and the fighting--- in reality it's his second favorite, his favorite is actually Ponyo. Stan loves Spirited Away because he thinks he could absolutely run that bathhouse and be damned good at it (he also related just a little too much to No Face, but he doesn't tell the kids that). Ford and Mabel binge watch all of them over the course of a week shortly after Weirdmegeddon while eating glittery snacks, in between reconstructing the shack and building the Stan o' War II. His favorite is Howl's Moving Castle.

For summerween, he, with the help of Fiddleford, outfits the Mystery Shack to look like the Castle (not quite as violent as the mech they made it into to fight Bill). Soos and Melody dress up as Howl and Sophie. They make Waddles Calcifer by painting him blue. (Somewhere deep in The Theraprism, Bill gets jealous.) They do scare a lot of children by stomping around town in a house with legs. Stan laughs. A lot.

(Bonus: Soos' favorite is The Wind Rises, he cries every. single. time. Wendy likes My Neighbor Totoro. They all go see the Boy and the Heron when it comes out; Ford can barely watch it because the parakeets' kingdom looks just like a universe he was trapped in for a terrible, terrible eight months. Ford and Stan do find a Ponyo-like creature while sailing the Indo-Pacific; Ford wants to capture it to show the kids and Stan has to stop him.)

[pupyuj]

Rising from my hospital bed to bring you this thought✌️

On a scale of 1-10 how bad are the marks when our Ive girlies (no leeseo she's a 👶) decide to leave hickeys🤔

Like I think some would definitely love recieving more but☝️ when they get jealous 🤭🤫 you'd look like you were attacked by an animal😏

-🧇

HOSPITAL BED?!:!;!:)$ ARE YOU OKAY 😭 regardless.. thank you for this ask anon :] also i’m doing both receiving and giving bcs it’s cute tee hee 🥰 barely a smut but don’t mind me tagging it like it is-

i like to think gaeul doesn’t leave a lot of marks, or at all! don’t get her wrong—she loves the sentiment, sure, but giving you hickeys is the last thing on her mind when she’s kissing your neck 🤭 plus, gaeul thinks you’re way too pretty for her to make a mess out of you so her kisses on your skin are careful and delicate 🥺 oh but when you’re the one marking her up? 🫣 gaeul has no problem becoming your personal canvas if that was the case! she loves waking up in the morning and finding all the marks you’ve left on her neck, chest, stomach, etc. from the night before. it makes her feel giddy 🤭🤭 the members love to tease her about them whenever you’re not around, but gaeul was more than proud to show that she belonged to someone 😵‍💫💓

marking you up is yujin’s favorite pastime 😭 yes, she leaves a lot but she can also be surprisingly discreet with them? shocker, right?! listen, yujin may be an idiot but she’s not stupid! 😤 she wouldn’t let people see that spectacle for free 😉 she favours your chest and stomach, making sure to leave her marks there since she finds it so hot to look at you while you happen to raise your shirt and there they were.. 😵‍💫 once in a while you’d find some strays underneath your jawline since that was yujin’s favorite place to kiss you (other than your lips of course!) but other than that, you’ll find most of yujin’s marks on your boobs heart! 🥺 and now we all know she would absolutely love you leaving hickeys on her neck i mean come on now! only the prettiest sounds leaves yujin’s lips when you’re kissing her neck, encouraging you to mark her up and let people know that ahn yujin was yours 😋 she would absolutely show off too! wearing something that would make her members see all the marks on her neck so she could boast and be annoying about it while you’re covering your face from embarrassment 😭

rei is cool and chill about it all 😼 there'll be two or three hickeys on your neck by the time she's done with you bcs truthfully? her lips would be too busy kissing yours 😵‍💫 rei's so the type to be able to make out for hours just bcs she's addicted to the taste of your lips,, spending such a long time making your head dizzy bcs SHE'S SUCH A GOOD KISSER??? ehe rei especially loooves making out while her fingers are deep inside you,, hearing your muffled moans while her tongue explores every crevice of your mouth just gets her wet! once in a while, she'd kiss down to your neck and leave a few hickeys.. maybe even bites 👀 as for receiving rei would absolutely love to just be full of hickeys from you?? but she'd get shy about it yk? liking the sight of her the marks blooming on her neck the morning after but playfully whining and complaining since you'd tease her for 'getting too lost' and allowing you to do all that 🤭

now… wonyoung will never be able to shake off this need to have her lips on your skin. you thought yujin was bad?? wonyoung is even worse! 😭 behind closed doors, she is always glued to you 🥺 naturally this would lead to a lot of teasing, touching, and the most exciting of all… kissing! how could wonyoung even resist? especially when you wear those off-shoulder tops that you know she loves so much.. you’d be sorting your closet out when you suddenly feel ur cute girlfriend coming up behind you.. and it’s innocent for a few minutes until she’s feeling you up and planting wet kisses from your shoulder to your neck.. the moment a sound escapes your lips, she’s putting you on top of the nearest surface and biting and sucking on your skin 😵‍💫 and she loves staring at her work afterwards! you just look so pretty.. it’s easy to get her core buzzing just from the sight of you after she’s messed you up 🥴🥴 BUT as much as she loves all of that, wony definitely likes getting marked up by you more 🤫 part of it is bcs of all the sweet things you whisper against her skin when you’re kissing her.. how she’s yours, how much you love her, and (when you’re feeling extra possessive 😳) how she belongs to you.. wony proudly looks at the hickeys through the mirror afterwards and sometimes even plays w herself w the image of you in her mind…

sweet little liz gets so shy when it comes to these things 🥺🥺 baby could barely attempt to kiss you without exploding (almost literally 😭 we’ve all seen how red her face can get right? 😭😭) but sometimes she’s heated enough to be bold! 😋 the two of you would be cuddling, she’d have an arm draped around your waist then you’d suddenly feel her hand slide underneath your shirt and caress your skin… see, liz does that a lot! so much so that you’re used to it but what you’re not used to is suddenly feeling her kiss and suck at your neck.. no shit it feels good and adding on to the fact that it caught you by surprise, a single whimper would have liz straddling you and desperately kissing you all over 🥺 might actually be the one who leaves the worst hickeys among all of the girls? 😭 she gets swept up by her needs so she’s careless with the way she kisses you.. and so your neck becomes liz’s personal artwork 🤭 she definitely apologizes the next morning while you’re laughing at her but you both know that it’s such a huge turn on for both of you 😳 and i just know she’d be the cutest when you’re the one kissing her 😵‍💫 she squeals, moans, whimpers, and quietly asks for more… you wouldn’t expect it from her at all but liz definitely loooves being made a mess of 🤭 (that just gives me a few ideas-)

[streamdotpng]

While I still enjoyed a lot of these four episodes, I’m honestly frustrated. I’ve been ranting to my friend about a lot of the minutia that’s driving me insane, so I’ll try to summarize the best I can.

They hired a lot of recognizable actors for this season, on top of a couple legacy actors, but currently I felt like half of them were underused and wasted (breakfast club dude and The Thandie Newton!). Bird stalker and Billie Piper can still be interesting in the second half, but currently, the former was underwhelming and the latter is kinda just there for music purposes (even tho Wednesday already played the cello for “needle drops”)

I don’t give a fuck about boring Bruno and invisible Wendy’s combo meal. I know next to nothing about Bruno other than he is also a late bloomer and plays guitar, but other than that he’s just Enid’s new boring boyfriend (also, girly, you know how it feels to be ghosted, so why did you do it back to Ajax?). Meanwhile, psycho Pippi Longstocking feels like a write in for when they had to alter the stalking angle from last season. The only thing she’s good for in this season is a vehicle to make Enid jealous, and they’ve barely capitalized on it so far.

At certain points, I felt like the show was focusing on every character except for Wednesday, ya know, the title character. Like I’m pretty sure I saw more of Fester than her in episode 4. On top of that, I feel like a bunch of character stuff is missing. Why haven’t Wednesday and Eugene had a moment to catch up or hang out? Also, I love the guy, but bro, Eugene should know how it feels to not have friends and yet he’s pushing Pugsly away. Why is it that Wednesday’s motivation is primarily Enid, and yet they’ve barely interacted compared to season 1. Now Enid is worried about her social image, even though I thought she was already fairly popular already. Also where’s Divina and Yoko?!

The mystery itself feels a little all over the place in my opinion. Wednesday doesn’t know the story of the zombie, which now feels like needed info since his importance seems to be rising. Bird lady was just there, but still don’t fully get her motivations for stalking Wednesday. There’s bullshit going on regarding her mom and grandma, but no one is communicating. Now there’s the possibility that Tyler is the true threat, which is just boring to me cuz he’s boring. Hopefully Enid kills him this time. (My working theory is that Enid’s death and blame towards Wednesday might be metaphorical, like the secrets are gonna drive them apart until the consequences catch up, something like that)

Still, there are a lot I liked. I think the new principle is interesting. While we don’t know his true motivation (maybe Bianca’s mom’s ex), he has demonstrated that he puts on a face for the students while also fully blackmailing others. I like that Bianca is more than a cliche bully and has a legit struggle to go through with her mom. I love that even though they’re trying not to make Wenclair romantic, it inherently is. “The tunnel at the end of my light” like bro, you’re in love. I’ve been laughing at most of the jokes and funny moments. Jenna Ortega is still killing it as Wednesday even though I’m a bit tired of her constant opposition with her mom.

I wrote a lot, hopefully it’s not too much, but I do tend to yap. I still overall like this show, and am cautiously optimistic for the latter four episodes. I think the only way for them to top The Hug from last season is for Wednesday to verbally admit to Enid that they’re best friends, and then maybe initiate the hug. Now we wait a month to learn the rest of the story. I can’t formulate my full opinion on season 2 until we see the whole thing, but for now, I have mixed feelings.

It’s honestly wild how chill Wednesday is about having the stalker constantly inside wenclair's room of all places. Especially considering how firm she was last season about keeping everyone off her side

Then again, I get it. She’s got bigger things on her plate now, so I’m willing to let it slide. It honestly just shows how far she’s willing to go and ignore when she’s focused on a goal

Enid, on the other hand? She knows how much Wednesday values her space, and yet she’s letting a bunch of other wolves into their room

I guess that’s what happens when you get a taste of popularity. Let it knock her around a bit. She’s what, sixteen? Let her be messy. What matters is that she eventually snaps out of it and knows her priorities

Still, I was baffled when I saw two students straightup making out in Wednesday’s be

Sure, it’s probably just a writing shortcut to allow the stalker having easy access to the room but was that really necessary?

And honestly, I’m not too shocked about how Enid’s been acting lately. We already saw last season that she didn’t fit in too well, so it’s not surprising that the attention is going to her head now

Same with Eugene. His hypocrisy lately is irritating, sure but the kid’s thirteen. I’d actually be shocked if he wasn’t letting it go to his head a little

[girlbloggerxoxo111]

How to become Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body 💋 🩸

Jennifer Check is one of the most iconic 2000s movie girls ever. Except for her actions, she was known for her style and attitude, giving off that classic meangirl y2k vibe but with a side of horror.

Here’s a guide to how to give of that Jennifer check vibe, from style, makeup, to attitude and lifestyle. Hope y’all enjoy xoxo 💋

1. Makeup and hair

Jennifer was played by the ICONIC Megan fox who already has extreme natrual beaty. Megan’s face is known for her sharp, yet feminine features such as high cheekbones, arched brows, plump lips and dark hair.

But makeup wise we can se her wearing light makeup that really captures that 2000s energy that the movie represents. Even tho the makeup itself being pretty light, it still comes together all very nicely and create that classic meangirl look we all love.

*obs, don’t bother doing makeup if you’re not fed!*

After that I would apply a few coats of mascara and keep the eye makeup pretty light with a small eyeliner/light eyeshadow on the top lid and some highlighter.

And most importantly, finish of with a chick pink lipgloss that puts it all together.

Keep your hair pretty simple, straight long dark hair with some subtle layers. Maybe do some loose messy curls or a side part. But the hair is pretty easily maintained, just make sure that it looks healthy and not greasy!

* some of the exact products I would use *

2. Fashion

I think this movies wardrobe isn’t talked about enough, sure we all can agree that it’s iconic and pretty well known. But it really perfectly represents how a popular small town meangirl would dress in the early 2000s.

We can see her wearing a lot of low rise denim and crop tops. Her outfits look very expensive and thought thru even tho their pretty simple, it shows how less is more.

If you wanna give of this vibe I would start off with getting low rise skinny jeans or skirts. They come in handy since you can pair them with pretty much anything.

For tops i would recommend keeping it pretty simple, one colored tank tops in different lengths and colors. Maybe some lace or stripes. And don’t be afraid to show a lot of cleavage!

Have a few statement pieces like the ICONIC heart hoodie or a juicy track suit. Keep the colors and patterns bold so that you stand out, you want the attention on you!

For shoes, go with some basic sneakers like converse for more casual outfits. When you feel more dressed up go for a cute balletflat or highheels!

Jewelry is important to make any outfit come together, never take off your bff necklace and wear big hoops as one of your statement jewelry pieces. We can also see Jennifer wearing keychains on her jeans, a subtle but very cute accessory!

3. Lifestyle and attitude

In the movie Jennifer is best friends with Needy. We can se how Needy really looks up to Jennifer and how she kind of takes advantageous that by maybe not being the nicest to Needy. Jennifer knows that no matter how she treets Needy, she’ll stay by Jennifer’s side.

Jennifer is also very confident in herself and she knows exactly what others think of her and how to get what she wants. She shows this by being very promiscuous and flirtatious, because she knows no boys will turn her down. You either wanna be her, or be with her.

I think shes friends with Needy only because she knows that she’s the only genuine one and that other girls are too shallow or simply jealous of her. I think that’s kind of sweet but a bit manipulative sometimes.

Jennifer’s room is also very iconic, we can see it in only a few scenes but that was enough to know the exact vibe. It’s giving that perfect messy small town girly room that isn’t necessarily meant to look super nice, but still captures a very nostalgic girly aesthetic.

It also has that vintage feel that gives a little bit of a grandma vibe with some older wooden furniture and vintage wallpaper.

In school I think she’s kind of mysterious but very well known. Shes like a butterfly, pretty to look at but hard to catch.

Before her ”curse” if you can call it that, she was a pretty simple girl, but after the sacrifice she became way more complex. I think it’s sad how the movie didn’t really show any of Jennifer’s emotions about all the things that happened to her, but that was kind of also the point of the movie being from Needys perspective. I think it was from needys perspective because Jennifer was kind of this perfect girl in Needys eyes with no emotion, and that Jennifer more reflected Needys feelings if that makes sense(I’m trying to not get to deep into my idea of this cuz that has to be a whole page itself so yea hihi).It would be very fun tho to have a version of the movie from Jennifer’s perspective.

After the sacrifice tho Jennifer atleast needed some strategy to get away with the k1llings. She lured the boys into the woods knowing they wouldn’t say no, then disappear like nothing happened.

I think that Jennifer is more supposed to be like a concept or example rather than an actual person (again I could talk about this for ages).

Thank you for reading and please write who you want me to make one of these posts about next! Xoxo 💋

[karikarasuno]

I love all the character Astro reads and couldn't agree more with your selection. Do you have any other characters in mind that you'll do?

and if you wouldn't mind could you do an Astro read on my big three/six :3

Scorpio sun, Sagittarius moon, Scorpio rising

Scorpio mercury, Scorpio venus, libra mars

(yes i have other characters in mind that i'll probably post later today hehe)

a scorpio stellium, huh? how does it feel being the villain in others' stories? (asking as a fellow scorpio dominant girly)

scorpio sun, love them or hate them. moody? perhaps. mean? maybe. i think scorpio suns are the new yorkers of the world. kind but not nice lmao. will and do go out of their way for the people that they love, but will also cut you off if they feel disrespected.

sagittarius moons are insightful and truth seekers. you yearn for emotional freedom and to be released from the shackles of monotony and routine. you live in the world of nuance purely because it offers you different perspectives and diversity which you really value. i think you may have a tendency to intellectualize your feelings which can sometimes make it hard for you to connect to the feeling itself. you're great at identifying an emotion, but will randomly struggle actually feeling it. i think you may suffer from delayed crash outs. "i knew i was feeling this way and i said i was feeling this way so why does it all of a sudden feel like the world is ending?" type shit.

scorpio rising is the most polarizing placement. every scorpio rising has haters and they don't even know why. and i think it's bc they live in their truth unapologetically. you're gonna tell it like it is and that's it. you value honesty and loyalty. and also as much as you hate to admit it when people don't like you you do feel a certain type of way about it. you try not to let it get to you, but its hard esp when you don't know why. you attract a lot of energy both good and bad and occasionally end up in situations you had no business or desire being in. you are a frequent victim to energy vampires so please protect your energy as best you can. bc people will absolutely drain you.

well a scorpio mercury elicits strong reactions bc they take things to a level where people are like "was it ever that serious?" and yes it was. you say exactly how you feel when you feel it and you also foster an environment for others to do the same. some people just don't like confronting things bc its not that deep (to them). but you're inquisitive and thoughtful. there's a certain care and articulation that you have with words that might be off putting for people, but for those ready to hear it they really appreciate it.

scorpio venus is my favorite placement and its not just bc im a scorpio venus lol. its bc to be loved by a scorpio venus is to be loved like no one else has ever loved before. its deep and passionate. its protective and fierce. it can have a habit of being possessive, obsessive, or jealous. but its an incredibly loyal placement. you see the love to its very end. even when people are putting you through it, it's hard to let go bc you love and care for others so intimately. which can get you into some toxic situations. heartbreak is exceptionally difficult for you bc the grief takes on its own form and you have to physically fight that bitch and i'm not kidding. but when you get through it you come out a whole new person and its just a great feeling.

libra mars individuals quite frequently visit procrastination station. lots of ideas, super creative, really good at random things. horrible at starting anything. you go back and forth between things very often. making one decision and then changing your mind. you're not a fan of confrontation. you would prefer to talk things out reasonably, but sometimes if it feels unreasonable you will avoid avoid avoid as to not be the one to have to diffuse the bomb. you probably have a hard time asserting your own boundaries esp when it comes to the people closest to you. you don't say no often bc you feel like you can't. but once you learn that peace and harmony can be found after facing the fire and putting it out, you'll find that keeping the balance of life is much easier lol

[lunaapudleonem]

Hey!

Your page is amazing and you know so much about astrology, I've been reading your asks and want to know more about a placement of mine.

I have Lilith in Sagittarius in the third house at 14°48'. In my natal chart, lilith is square ascendant (virgo rising 15°48) and Lilith Opposition MC (in Gemini ♊ at 15°25').

How would it manifest in my life as a woman? 😭

Thanks for answering 🥺

Hi girlie, I'm so glad you like my blog!

We also have the same aspect - I have Lilith square ASC as well :)). I'd say this could manifest as many people gossiping about you, being jealous of you, and perceiving you as a bit unapproachable. They might sense that you are sometimes insecure and afraid to speak up. The opposition with the MC could mean that your work environment might push you to be more verbally expressive. You might have a turbulent relationship with your siblings and neighbors.

Lilith placements can indicate that things that were once your insecurities and troubles could become your strengths if you play your cards right. Once you manage to stand up to others and be more direct, you'll find that instead of gossiping and being mean, they might fear your confrontation and start to look up to you !!

Dm me for a natal chart reading ❤️

[whyse7vn]

hi everytime i get a notif from you i wanna say smt so let me tell you the TEA

ahem my friend said he liked me a few weeks ago and i rejected him and he has not stopped yapping abt it and getting jealous of my other friend who he says i like more (true). and i keep telling him to stfu (in a nice way but recently i've been more stern) and he's always like "okay i'm sowy 🥺" but he ALWAYS KEEPS GOING

LIKE HES LITERALLY LURKING IN MY DMS NOW AND I CANNSENSEEEE the attitude (i am a proud android user also name reveal 🙈🙈)

(btw this isn't a vent it is just gossip hope everybody is comfortable 🧘🏽‍♀️)

hi hehehhehe

why he lowkey tae coded….. SORRY LAMODDKDKD

personally i say kill him cuz like wtf LEAVE MY GIRLY ALONE LIKE ????

no but fr never be scared to hit that block button 😁🫰🏽🔥🔥🔥🔥 i’m telling you blocking a bitch does wonders for the mind body and soul unless he’s ur irl… then yeah you have to just kill him i’m afraid

YESSS android users rise up ⬆️ ⬆️⬆️🔥 NOT MY PEOPLE BUT I FW YOU 💯💯💯

nicole on top awoman 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

loved ur gossip 10/10 would gossip again