#bailey why are u here

[hakusins]

????? BAILEY????

[polarmoon]

bailey-moon 🌙

(ty for the recommendation @iliketodissectsims <3)

[princessbrunette]

playlists for the readers … ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

bunny!reader ♡

just girly fun vibes — she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.

🎀 cassie — ditto

🎀 kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples — only girl

🎀 frank ocean — sweet life

🎀 coco & clair — pretty

🎀 sabrina carpenter — feather

🎀 flo milli — never lose me

🎀 cassie — miss your touch

🎀 childish gambino, jhené aiko — pink toes

🎀 flo.rida, wynter — sugar

🎀 kali uchis — honey baby (SPOILED!)

🎀 angels — my boyfriends back

🎀 foxy brown, kelis — candy

🎀 lana del rey — music to watch boys to

🎀 jhené aiko — maniac

🎀 fergie — clumsy

🎀 ciara, 50 cent — can’t leave ‘em alone

🎀 shelley duvall — he needs me

🎀 nancy sinatra — sugar town

🎀 heidi montag — i’ll do it

🎀 nicki minaj, jeremiah — favourite

🎀 kali uchis — melting

🎀 lady gaga — boys boys boys

🎀 cassie — long way 2 go

🎀 the pussycat dolls — when i grow up

🎀 tom tom club — genius of love

🎀 beyoncé — freakum dress

🎀 gwen stefani — bubble pop electric

🎀 marina — primadonna girl

🎀 madonna — material girl

🎀 pussy cat dolls — stickwitu

🎀 leven kali, syd — do u wrong

🎀 kiana ledé — mad at me

kitty!reader ♡

listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think she’s a bitch but she’s not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.

🐈‍⬛ pixies — is she weird

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — mardy bum

🐈‍⬛ black box recorder — child psychology

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — pretty girls make graves

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — crush

🐈‍⬛ mazzy star — she’s my baby

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — creep

🐈‍⬛ chris isaak — wicked game

🐈‍⬛ limp bizkit — rollin’

🐈‍⬛ the pretty reckless — makes me wanna die

🐈‍⬛ pearly drops — bloom for me

🐈‍⬛ deftones — root

🐈‍⬛ fka twigs — two weeks

🐈‍⬛ deftones — romantic dreams

🐈‍⬛ hole — doll parts

🐈‍⬛ margeaux — hot faced

🐈‍⬛ siouxsie and the banshees — she’s a carnival

🐈‍⬛ kip tyler — she’s my witch

🐈‍⬛ deftones — mascara

🐈‍⬛ soho dolls — bang bang bang bang

🐈‍⬛ enigma — sadeness

🐈‍⬛ DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM — perfect hair

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — idioteque

🐈‍⬛ björk — come to me

🐈‍⬛ the nbhd — fallen star

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — crying lightening

🐈‍⬛ deftones — diamond eyes

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — girl afraid

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — unpunishable

🐈‍⬛ mitski — townie

🐈‍⬛ gorillaz — kids with guns

🐈‍⬛ evanescence — taking over me

deer!reader ♡

she’d say her playlists are all over the place — but it’s organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. don’t put her on the aux though, not because the songs aren’t good but because the vibes are all over the place.

🍪 shura — 2shy

🍪 minnie riperton — les fleurs

🍪 april march — chick habit

🍪 benee — kool

🍪 camille saint- saëns — … le cygne

🍪 the little dippers — forever

🍪 allie x, mitski — susie save your love

🍪 she & him — why do you let me stay here?

🍪 lesley gore — i’m coolin’ no foolin’

🍪 sza — prom

🍪 the penguins — earth angel

🍪 SALES — renee

🍪 cleo sol — sunshine

🍪 japanese breakfast — be sweet

🍪 kate bush — cloud busting

🍪 mazzy star — halah

🍪 the mamas & papas — dedicated to the one i love

🍪 scissors sisters — filthy / gorgeous

🍪 fiona apples — shameika

🍪 fleetwood mac — mystified

🍪 margo guryan — under my umbrella

🍪 erykah badu — apple tree

🍪 mort garson — plantasia

🍪 sza — sweet november

🍪 quadron — sea salt

🍪 corinne bailey rae — green aphrodisiac

🍪 sade — lovers rock

🍪 ella fitzgerald — moonlight serenade

🍪 cigarettes after sex — truly

🍪 tv girl — heaven is a bedroom

🍪 the velvet underground — femme fetale

🍪 clairo, coco & clair — racecar

🍪 james blake, rosalía — barefoot in the park

🍪 tame impala — nangs

puppy!reader ♡

never seen without her walkman — loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.

🐶 her’s — love on the line (call now)

🐶 HAIM — summer girl

🐶 the la’s — there she goes

🐶 stacey q — two of hearts

🐶 faye webster — right side of my neck

🐶 bakar, summer walker — hell n back

🐶 beabadoobee — sunny day

🐶 dominic fike — babydoll

🐶 jungle — back on 74

🐶 pinkpanthress — attracted to you

🐶 duran duran — girls on film

🐶 shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

🐶 sixpence none the richer — kiss me

🐶 matilda mann — bloom

🐶 HAIM — falling

🐶 311 — amber

🐶 earth, wind & fire — boogie wonderland

🐶 lorde — ribs

🐶 lesley gore — sunshine lollipops and rainbows

🐶 stevie wonder — all i do

🐶 the human league — don’t you want me

🐶 the turtles — happy together

🐶 pet shop boys — west end girls

🐶 clairo — bags

🐶 pat benetar — love is a battlefield

🐶 the psychedelic furs — love my way

🐶 scouting for girls — she’s so lovely

🐶 noisettes — wild young hearts

🐶 the all eyes i — beat goes on

🐶 tame impala — elephant

🐶 sublime — waiting for my ruca

🐶 mgmt — boogie down

[multifandomimagines999]

May I get mark sloan x reader please? Like reader has been on call for like three days straight and is super exhausted. And while charting, reader falls asleep standing up and Mark props them up and takes them to an on call room and makes sure they get some rest ? Thank you so much !

Exhaustion, Mark Sloan x reader

Summary: An exhausted reader collapsed and her boyfriend comes to her rescue...then it all makes sense

Warnings: Fluff, Exhaustion, overworking, throwing up

Note: I tweaked it a bit @theichabbieclub but I hope you still like it! I'm just getting back into this.

"You look like crap," commented Alex as we walked down the hallway.

"Oh thanks. I feel like it too," you admitted, "I've been working a double because we're short staffed on the peds floor as you know. So I've been bouncing around non-stop. I'm exhausted."

"And crabby. Clearly you haven't been able to screw your secret boyfriend too."

"Shut it Karev!" you growled, slapping him in the arm, "I am never going to tell you who it is if you keep making comments like that."

"Fine," he grumbled, "I've gotta get to the Nic-U. What have they got you covering today?"

"I've got a marathon surgery with Robbins, Shepherd, and Sloan on a 6 year old girl with a facial tumor."

"Damn that's rad. Good luck."

"Thanks."

You went into the surgery with a clear head, ready to save this little girl's life. We began and about two hours into it, Mark showed up to help work on the facial reconstruction and repair. His portion of the surgery took about three to four hours. 

"Alright...I'm done here. She's all yours to finish up with."

"Take my tool," you whispered to Avery, suddenly not feeling well.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

He took it and then immediately everything went black.

3rd POV

"Dr. (Y/L/N)!" yelled Robbins as her resident's body hit the floor.

"That's why she handed me her tool," Jackson realized.

"Can someone please check on them please?" asked Arizona as she continued working.

"I got it!" Mark announced before rushing over to her side. 

Their relationship was still a secret, so he tried his best to hide his romantic concern in the moment. He scooped her up as carried her out of the OR to an empty gurney. He took her to a private room and began examining her. 

--------

You woke up to a flashlight shining in your eyes and a hand on your forehead. As the darkness disappeared, you saw that the flashlight belonged to Mark. You groaned as your head pulsed with pain.

"What happened?" you asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You might want to tell me... You passed out in the OR. I hooked you up to an IV because from the looks of it you're severely dehydrated."

"Mark I-" you were interrupted by a horrible feeling in your gut.

You jerked up, reaching for the bucket before puking. When you were done emptying you stomach, you collapsed back on the bed. You suddenly felt sweaty with hair plastered against your forehead. 

"Dr. Sloan, I may know what's wrong?" Karev jogged in, out of breath, "I heard the news about (Y/F/N). Three of the peds kids just came down with the flu. All three kids were your patients that you've been dealing with during this double shift. And with you being so overworked, your immune system was weaker, so combined with the dehydration, you got sick."

"Well shit."

"Looks like I have my diagnoses," Mark replied, and you just glared at him.

"I hate you right now."

"I know."

"Wait a minute?" Karev questioned, stepping in the room and shutting the door, "Sloan's your secret boyfriend?!"

"You tell anybody, I will kill you. You understand me Alex? I will make sure every girl in this hospital knows what a man whore you are and you will never get laid again. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah, calm your panties. I'll let Bailey know you're so sick with the flu that you can't drive and that I asked Dr. Sloan to take care of you since he's already been exposed. Okay?"

"Thank you Alex."

"Yeah whatever."

***

You laid on the couch with Mark, all cuddled up in sweats and his shirt. While you were hot to the touch, you yourself were feeling cold. Your body ached and your head was still throbbing. You rested your head in his lap while he played with your hair soothingly.

"How are you feeling babe?" he asked, looking down at you.

"Like shit," you admitted, making him chuckle.

"Well you still look cute if that makes you feel any better."

"A little."

"Mark please. You shouldn't see me like this. We've only been together for three months."

"(Y/F/N), we slept together before we started dating and on the first date we talked about our deep dark issues. I think it's okay if I see you with the flu. Now let me please be there for you."

"Fair point."

Anytime you felt you were going to be sick, he was there, holding your hair back and assuring you soothingly. Anything he could do to help you, he wanted to.

Mark held your hair back as another round came up. God this was hell. Physical and emotional hell. When he walked out to go grab something, you laid down on the cool tile. He came back in with a water bottle and some crackers along with a smile.

"What? The tile is nice and cold."

He helped pull you up so you were sitting up against the cabinets, "You know you need to drink to re-hydrate. And these crackers might help."

Your hair was a mess as he brushed it out and sat beside you. He rubbed your back lovingly until your eyes felt heavy and all you wanted to do was sleep.

"Alright. Lets get you to bed," he spoke, sweeping you into his arms.

He placed you into bed and disappeared before coming back with a fresh garbage can. After placing it beside the bed, he climbed in next to you.

"Mark, you don't have to stay with me. You could get sick and-"

"I'm not leaving unless you need me to get something."

"What about work?"

"I'll call in. You're more important."

A smile crossed your face as you rolled over, resting your head on his chest. His arm snaked around you, one around your waist and the other stroked your hair. Finally, you were feeling a little bit better.

"Try to sleep. I'll still be here."

"Thank you," you mumbled sleepily, "I love you."

"I love you too."

[mattybstqrn]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝? - 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 

warnings: smut, cursing, hickies, unprotected s3x

this is my first time writing smut like this.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 (𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞) 𝐬𝐞𝐱 

                                       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝❞

Y/n Sturniolo is the older sister of the famous Sturniolo triplets.

Except she was famous before they were and moved to LA way before they did, where she decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a photographer.

She pursued her dreams and became a famous photographer; she photographed thousands of famous people, her brothers included. 

If they were famous, she had most likely taken pictures of them. For example, she took pictures of Sam and Colby, Jake Webber, Tara Yummy, The Kardashians, Selena Gomez, etc.

Some of them were for stores, merch and others but some of them were just for her Instagram.

She had also been taking pictures for movies and shows, but only part time, or she just stood around in case they needed some extra help.

Sam, Colby, Jake, Tara, Carrington etc. were all friends of hers that she met from her job, and they had been for quite some time. She had also taken some pictures for the dropout's podcast merchandise.

She had heard of Zach Justice and Jared Bailey, along with their ex-cohost Indiana Marasa. 

In fact, she had met Zach Justice and had been invited onto the podcast, since she was their photographer. 

The two really hit it off, but Zach's jokes left her flabbergasted, he had come up with them so fast, just on the spot, some of them felt as if he had just been waiting to use them for a while, they were just so weird, inappropriate, and funny. 

It was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him, and her reactions were one of the reasons that he had fell for her.

She had also become famous for uploading her amazing pictures on TikTok, twitter, etc. and for writing short stories. 

She wasn't a perfect writer, but she tried her best and people seemed to really like them. 

Y/n currently sat on the couch of her shared house, with her triplet brothers in LA. The four decided to buy a house together so they could all stay close in LA.

They combined their money and bought a huge house for the four of them. 

Y/n decided to text Zach.

Zach💖- Zach

Y/n Sturniolo - Y/n

Y/n Sturniolo Hey! *message delivered*

Y/n Sturniolo are u busy? y'know what just text me later

You look at your contact name and your kind of pissed. You and Zach have been dating for a few months now.

But you guys didn't tell anyone because you knew how overprotective your brothers were.

So, you guys decided to hide it and even though there was a heart next to him name, you did that with all of your guy friends, and you even told them that, so they didn't suspect anything.

You let out a soft sigh, you didn't want to blow up his phone, especially because you knew that he was most likely busy. 

So, you turn your phone off and watch tv for a few minutes, until you hear your phone ring. 

You pick it up to see a text from Zach.

Zach💖 I was busy but I'm not now. what's up?

Y/n Sturniolo you should come over no one's home😁

Zach💖 be there in 10! *Y/n Sturniolo hearted this message*

Y/n look down at your phone with a smile. 

Zach had been so busy recently that you rarely saw him, you heard from his almost every day, but you hadn't seen him for almost a month.

You then put your phone on the side table and turning your attention back to the tv with a smile as you waited for him to come and within 10 minutes he was here.

She jumped up from the couch when she heard the doorbell ring causing her dog, Bingo, who she's had since she was 21, to bark. 

"Bingo be quiet!" you exclaim; you open the door to reveal Zach standing there in his leather jacket and black jeans.

"See it's just Zach!" you tell your dog before engulfing Zach in a much-needed hug.

 You squeeze him into a tight hug. "I missed you," you exclaim pulling away to slap his shoulder.

"Oh, well I'm sorry that I have a life," he jokes causing you to once again slap him.

"Fuck you!" 

"Fuck me?" he questions with a teasing tone and a smirk.

"Sure," you squint at him, Zach then lifts you up, causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the couch with Bingo following after you.

Zach then body slams you onto the couch causing Bingo to bark, you shush him as Zach hovers over you with a small smile. 

"Where are your brothers?" he asks, "I don't know," you shrug.

"But I woke up and they were gone," you smile.

"Great soooo that means I can do this," he tells you before bringing you into a passionate kiss, you immediately kiss back smiling in the process.

Slowly dragging him down on top of you, he gently bites your lips causing you to smile once again. 

Zach then starts to take off his leather jacket, which you were fine with, but when he tried to take off his shirt you stop him.

"We can't." you tell him in a whisper, "What?" he questions confused.

"We're not allowed," you reply, "Not allowed? to have sex in your house...?" he asks trailing off in confusion.

"Not down here," you tell him with a small smile causing a huge smirk to grow across his lips. 

"Atta girl."

Zach then stands up, picks you up in the process, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving his leather jacket downstairs. 

Zach pushes your room door open not pulling away from your lips. 

He slams the door shut, before slamming your body onto your bed. 

Your lips move in sync, crashing like waves. 

The fiery feeling between your legs grew as he squeezes your hand while kissing you deeply.

You place your free hand on either side of his face as he brings your hand down gently pecking it before lifting his shirt over his head.

A smirk makes its way onto your face as you lean up to kiss him but just as you do your door slams open revealing Matt and Chris.

You jump away from him to see your brothers standing in your doorway with a disgusted look on their faces and Zach's leather jacket in hand.

Chris screams in disgust causing Bingo to start barking.

You mentally curse to yourself before asking, "What're you guys doing back home?"

"What are you two doing?" Chris asks disgust filling his tone. 

"None of your business!" you exclaim throwing a pillow at them because they ruined your moment.

"When were you gonna tell us that you two were dating?" Matt questions, raising his eyebrows.

"Uh, I don't know... never," you state with an obvious tone.

"Why not were your brothers?" Chris asks with a furious tone, "Because you act like this!" you shout in anger.

"Also, you guys are so overprotective," you add with sigh.

"Look... I don't care who you date," Matt says, "Me neither," Chris agrees with a nod, "Neither do I," Nick adds poking his head in the room causing you to smile.

"Just as long as he treats you right," Matt finishes, "Yes sir," Zach salutes causing you to roll your eyes.

"And as long as you guys don't have sex in the house," Chris adds on with a shrug, "Yeah because no one wants to hear that," Nick agrees with a tight-lipped smile.

"Get the fuck out!" you softly chuckle with an eye roll.

Nick was the first to get out, Matt following after.

"Just don't do anything, you know you're not allowed!" Chris tells you as you stand up push him out.

Snatching Zach's jacket, then slamming the door in his face with a fake smile before locking it as Chris yelled on the other side.

You then turn around to face Zach, "Were still doing it... right?" he questions, "Duh," you reply before throwing his jacket at him.

You then run over to Zach sliding across the floor to where he sat at the edge of your bed.

He pulls you into his lap bringing you into a kiss. 

You roughly kiss back as he interlocks his fingers with yours, squeezing your waist with the other.

A breathily moan leaves your lips at the tension.

You wanted him.

You needed him... 

Now. 

Right now.

You pull away and kiss down his neck leaving pink-Ish purple love bits.

 His head tilts back in pleasure giving you more room to do whatever you please.

You kiss down his neck all the way down his neck and to his collarbone, "Time to get rid of this," you mutter with a sigh referring to his shirt.

You help Zach pull his shirt off, you then kiss down his bare chest, slamming his body onto your bed with one hand before planting kisses all over his chest.

Letting your hands explore his body.

Zach moans in pleasure as you reach his pants slowly unbuttoning them, "Shh, we can't get caught," you whisper.

"Yes ma'am," he nods with a smirk.

You smile up at him gently licking your lips before sliding his pants off causing his dick to let loose.

Getting up to straddle his lap leaning down to kiss him until he roughly flipped you over, so you were under him, and he was on top.

"You just always have to be on top, don't ya?" 

"I just do it better," he smirks.

"I know," you sigh causing him to smile.

"You have too much on," he sighs, "Let's fix that," he smiles before practically tearing your clothes of and tossing them onto the floor leaving you in your underwear and bra.

"Still too much," he sighs in disappointment.

Zach then unclasped your bra and removed your underwear, "You're soaking wet, sweetheart," 

"Only for you," you state. 

"Your turn," you smile.

Zach hovers over you, quite literally on his knees for you, you slip out from underneath him and slowly remove his boxers.

You stare down at him before laying down ready for him to ruin you, but when he pauses staring down at you lean up.

"Zach. I need you." you whisper into his ear gently placing you hand on his dick.

And with that he became harder, you took matters into your own hands and began to go down on him, sucking his dick.

His moans grew louder and louder as he started coming. 

Swallowing it while glancing up at him.

Once he was done laid you down, "I'm gonna make you feel so good." he spoke before going down into your clit.

His tongue dancing inside your clit causing you to moan in pleasure.

You glance down at him before arching your back and moaning as his tongue went in as far as possible.

"Fuck," you moan, gripping the pillows beside your head.

Zach the pulls away teasing your clit with his finger before pulling away completely.

He then aligns himself up with you and then roughly entering your clit causing you to moan.

"Shh, or I'll stop."

you nod as he slowly pulls out, "Got it?" he questions, you nod once again. "I need words, baby."

"Y-yes," you stutter.

He then slowly slips his dick back into you before roughly thrusting in. Your back arches as you let out a quiet moan.

His thrusts speed up causing your moans to get louder, you reach for the nearest pillow and place it over your mouth as you start to cum.

"Fuck!" you loudly moan out into the pillow; Zach removes the pillow from your mouth wanting to hear you.

"Wait for me," he whispers, you hold yourself back waiting for him.

He leans down pressing a tender kiss to your lips, "I'm coming," he moans causing you to let go and cum with him as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Me too," you moan out in pleasure. 

Zach then pulls out throws himself down beside you, catching his breath as you caught yours.

You got yourself wrapped up in a blanket, glancing over at him.

Laying on his chest in silence.

"That was amazing," you breath out, "Tell me about it," he sighs with a nod before glancing down at you and wrapping you up in his arms.

"I love you," you announce with a sweet tone glancing up at him with pure love and passion.

"I love you too," he says smiling down at you and pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your forehead.

Cuddling into him and pressing a kiss to his neck.

[yandere-daydreams]

I agree w u Abt the bailey thing ngl 😔. Part of his appeal is that hes so unreachable in a way. I hate his ass (hanging his picture on my wall). He's such a funny character in some regards tho ngl. Like when I first played Alex's route I didn't know he'd make Remy back down initially and show up at the farm every Sunday to collect rent 😭 still. Like bestie no one is making you drive out here every week at the crack of dawn for ur 4k. Just send one of ur goons or smth 💀. He even tries to take ur kid back to the orphanage if u have one w Alex at the farm. Like mister what is ur deal. Ik we're prob his best investment but sir you're going to give me the wrong idea 😳.

That said I need to know stat why he's freaked out by the attic. Amazing we should have a one time event where PC can hide up there to avoid paying rent and we watch him curse us out while struggling to climb up w/o jumping at every creak. Yeah he'll beat our ass for it but it'd be worth it <3

my running headcanon is that the pc is,,, like,,, secretly some kind of eldritch, shapeshifting Creature and only bailey and maybe the monster LIs are aware of it. they keep increasing your rent bc they know making you work ten jobs and go to school full-time while keeping up with your 5+ romantic partners is the only way to make sure you don't have the energy to burn the entire town to the ground, and even them, sometimes you'll just go missing for a week and come back partially transformed into whatever animal you saw most often. they know that baby's gonna be fucking Weird too, so they're just tying up loose ends early. everyone else is living in a (admittedly fucked up) dating sim while bailey is experiencing a full supernatural horror. i wouldn't want to see what's in that attic either buddy.

[bingwriterxo]

sisters, sisters

pairing: tara carpenter x reader, sam carpenter x reader

summary: in which two people ask you out, and you make a decision

warnings: none

word count: 2800+

author's note: here she is! definitely more tara-centric, but that's ok!

Tara (8:43 pm): come over. now.

Mindy (8:44pm): u good T??

Chad (8:46pm): On our way

Tara (8:47pm): doors open

Tara (8:47pm): let urselves in

* * *

It was a madhouse in the Carpenter-Bailey apartment when Mindy and Chad arrived. There were pillows strewn all over the living room; plant pots had been knocked from their places on the back table, leaving scatters of dirt across the floor; the corkboard that usually hung next to the doorway to the kitchen was on the ground; and, to top it all off, Sam and Tara were arguing at the top of their lungs with a very stressed-looking Quinn in between them, her arms out to keep the sisters from jumping at one another.

“Thank god you guys are here!” Quinn said when she caught sight of the twins walking through the front door. “I don’t know what to do with them!”

Tara and Sam didn’t seem to hear the redhead--or chose to blatantly ignore her--as they continued their screaming match.

“She was my friend first, Sam!” Tara shouted.

“So?! That doesn’t mean you have dibs on her!” Sam yelled.

“Woah!” Mindy exclaimed, interrupting the two. They turned their sights on her, anger raging behind both of their eyes. Mindy would’ve been intimidated--scared, even--if she didn’t know that the two were harmless (unless, of course, she was wearing a black robe and a stupid Halloween mask). “First of all, you can't call dibs on anyone,” she said, like it should have been obvious to the sisters, which it should have. “Second, what the hell is going on here?”

Sam sighed, pressing the heel of her palm to her forehead. Tara clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists; she was clearly the more aggravated of the two.

“Sam’s a bitch,” Tara seethed.

Before Sam could respond, Chad butted in. “Guys, come on. Why don’t we just sit down and have a nice, calm talk?” he suggested, gesturing toward the couch.

“Please,” Quinn agreed, falling into the armchair. “I can’t play mediator anymore.”

“Fine,” Tara huffed. She sat on the couch, tense, and crossed her arms over her chest as Sam did the same on the other end, and though she was more relaxed than Tara, she made sure to leave enough space between them that a large elephant could fit.

Mindy and Chad made their way to the center of the room, staring at the sisters. The air was thick with tension, and Mindy rolled her eyes when neither Sam nor Tara made the first move to speak.

“Okay,” Chad started, “so what’s wrong?”

“Didn’t I just say what’s wrong?” Tara snapped. “My sister’s a bitch.”

“T,” Mindy said sharply. “This is supposed to be nice and calm. No attitude.” She looked at Sam, hoping that she would be more cooperative considering the fact that she was older and, usually, the more reasonable of the two. “What’s going on?”

Sam inhaled deeply. “I tried to talk to Tara earlier, and she completely blew up at me.” She gestured around the room. “As you can tell.”

“Oh, that’s not fair!” Tara complained. “Tell them what you told me.”

“All I said was that I want to ask Y/N out on a date.” Sam shrugged. “I didn’t really think it would be a problem, but I know all of you guys are closer to her than I am, so I wanted to tell Tara before I did anything.”

Chad hummed, confused, and Mindy furrowed her eyebrows. “And, Tara, why is that a problem?” she asked.

Tara mumbled something beneath her breath, and everyone leaned closer as though it would help them hear her. She glared at the group, sighed, and then rushed out, “Because I want to ask Y/N out.”

Mindy’s jaw dropped, Chad’s eyes practically popped straight out of his head, Quinn made a noise akin to a surprised baby, and Sam let out a soft, “Oh.”

It was silent for a moment, and the tension somehow seemed to thicken. Tara fidgeted uncomfortably beneath the eyes of her friends, shifting where she sat and playing with the skin around her fingernails.

“It’s not that big of a deal guys,” she finally muttered after the silence became too much. It snapped everyone from their thoughts, and they all started talking at once.

“We just didn’t know--”

“I mean, I had no idea--”

“You never said anything--”

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize sooner--”

They spoke over one another until they realized that nothing they were saying was intelligible, and when they stopped, Mindy took the lead. She knelt down in front of Tara and took her hands in her own.

“You never told us you were into girls, T,” Mindy said.

Tara shrugged. “I just didn’t think I had to do the whole ‘coming out’ thing. I wanted to be able to bring a girl home, preferably Y/N”--she glared at Sam, who huffed--“and say, ‘This is my girlfriend’ and have that be it.”

Mindy nodded. “Okay. Fair enough. Then we won’t make this a big deal.” She stood. “But we still have the pressing issue to deal with.”

“I can’t believe you guys both like the same girl,” Quinn said, a teasing smirk on her lips. Everyone looked at her with narrowed eyes; she was not helping the situation. “What? This is fucking hilarious!”

Chad shook his head. “Anyway…” He inhaled deeply. “What’re we gonna do? You can’t both ask Y/N out. I think the girl would combust.”

Mindy snapped her fingers and pointed at her brother. “No, I think you’ve got an idea there.” She turned to the women on the couch. “You two should both ask Y/N out. She’ll only say yes to one of you, and this whole thing will be solved.”

“So, we both ask Y/N out…and she chooses?” Tara asked, unsure of the idea of even letting her sister have a chance.

Mindy tilted her head and shrugged. “Well, yeah. I mean, we can’t choose for her. Just…don’t do it at the same time, or on the same day. Chad’s right: she probably would combust if that happened.”

“What about the person she says no to?” Sam asked.

Quinn spoke up. “They’d have to suck it up and accept that Y/N doesn’t like them that way.” She shrugged. “This really is the best way to solve things.”

“What do you think?” Sam asked as she looked at Tara.

“I have a feeling you’ll ask her out even if I say no,” Tara said.

Sam shrugged. “Yeah, probably.”

Tara bit the inside of her cheek, unraveled her hands, and held one out. “Fine. We’ll both ask Y/N out. When you get rejected, you’ll forget you ever thought about her in a way other than friendship.”

Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes but still reached out to shake her sister’s hand. “Whoever gets rejected will forget they thought about Y/N in a romantic way.”

Tara hummed. “Deal.”

“Deal.”

“See?” Mindy said. “That wasn’t so hard!”

Chad fell onto the couch between the sisters. “So, how’re you guys gonna do it?”

* * *

“I just don’t know what to do, JJ,” you said with a sigh, falling back onto your bed. You held your phone above your face so that you could see your best friend on FaceTime. “I mean, she’s so funny, and she’s smart, and she really cares about me--I can tell.” You could feel your cheeks heat up at just the mention of her.

JJ furrowed her eyebrows. “So, what’s the problem? Ask her out, stupid.”

“I can’t.” You bit your bottom lip. “It would mess up…everything.”

“It would only mess things up if she says no, and from the way you talk about her, she’s not gonna say no.”

“No, you don’t get it. Even if she says yes, it would, like, destroy the friend group, and I don’t want to do that. I love these guys. Obviously, they don’t compare to you, but they’re pretty decent people otherwise.” You dragged your free hand down your face and groaned, your stomach dropping at the thought of losing the friends you had made at college. “I hate having feelings for people.”

She chuckled. “You just need to learn to not have feelings for people you’re friends with.”

“Wait until you meet her,” you said. She’s fucking perfect, you thought. “It’s easier said than done.”

“I still think you should do it.” JJ shrugged. “If these people are really your friends, they won’t let your guys’ relationship get in the way. They’ll be happy for you, probably, since you won’t be pining over her anymore.”

“I’m not pining over her!” She gave you an ‘are-you-sure-about-that?’ look. You rolled your eyes. “Okay, maybe I’m pining over her a little bit.” Her face didn’t change. “Okay! A lot!”

She smirked victoriously, and you sighed. “That’s what I thought.”

“I hate you, you know that?”

“You love me--”

JJ was interrupted by a sharp knock on the front door of your apartment. You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, confused. No one’s coming over today, right?

“What is it?” JJ asked.

“Someone’s at the door.” You shrugged and glanced back at her. “Probably one of my roommates’ friends--” The knock came again, harder this time, and you groaned. “I should get that, I guess. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Yeah. Talk later.”

You shuffled out of your bedroom and to the front door, peeking through the peep-hole. You couldn’t see much beside a head of brown hair and the tint of tan skin, and your heart sped up.

Is it…?

You whipped the door open, grinning from ear to ear, but your smile faltered as you saw who stood in the hallway.

Sam.

She looked up at you, smiling the way you were just seconds ago, her eyes shining with an emotion you couldn’t read. “Hey,” she said.

“Uh, hi,” you said, voice a little too high with disappointment. You cleared your throat. “What’s up?”

Sam shifted on her feet, tucked her hands into her jacket pockets, and swallowed hard. “Could I come in?” she asked.

You could tell she was a little nervous--she was never usually so fidgety--so you nodded and opened the door wider, gesturing for her to step inside. You shut the door behind her and spun around, watching her expectantly.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She opened her mouth, like she was about to say something, and then closed it again. It was starting to make you anxious—seeing someone so confident and sure-of-herself suddenly reduced to nothing more than nerves. You were going to speak up, ask her what was wrong, but you didn’t get the chance as her question tumbled from her lips.

“Would you want to go on a date with me?”

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth falling agape as all of your limbs suddenly felt frozen. You watched as Sam began to shrink in on herself, and a pang of sorrow struck deep in your chest.

“I--I--” you stammered. You inhaled deeply and regained your thoughts. “Sam, I’m sorry if I ever gave you the wrong idea…but I don’t like you that way.” Her face fell, and you frowned, hating yourself for having to hurt her. “I’m sorry.”

She took a shaky breath and shook her head, eyes glancing down. “It’s fine.”

“Sam--” You reached out, wanting to offer her some sort of comfort, but it felt wrong if it were to come from you, since you were the reason she needed comforting in the first place.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” She looked at you again and tried to offer you a small smile. It fell flat. “Really, it is.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us. You’re a great friend, Sam, and I’d hate for that to be any different now.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. No, yeah, of course. Nothing’s gonna change.” She shifted again. “I should probably get going.”

“Okay.” You moved to open the door, then paused and looked at her again, anxiety hitting you like a train. “You sure we’re okay?” You didn’t want to lose her, not because of this.

Her features softened as she took you in, picking up on the turmoil coursing through you. “I promise. We’re fine.”

You sighed. “Okay.” You opened the door and watched as she started to leave. She was halfway down the hall when you called out to her. “You really promise?”

She turned around, chuckled softly, and offered you a smile. “I really promise.”

* * *

Even though Sam had double-promised that things were okay between the two of you, and had made good on that promise by inviting you over for dinner with the rest of the group later that same night (to which you had lied and claimed you were busy), you still found yourself wallowing in your bed for the next few days, the image of Sam’s upset-face burned into the backs of your eyelids. You hadn’t even been the one to be rejected, yet you still felt sorry for yourself--sorry that you had to hurt a friend, sorry that you couldn’t like her back, sorry that you had been wishing it was her sister.

You were in the midst of your new daily routine--watching TikToks for hours on end while tucked beneath the comfort of your favorite blanket (that Tara had gifted you for your birthday just a few weeks prior)--when Mindy’s face suddenly appeared on screen, her contact picture sticking its tongue out at you.

Your thumb hovered over the decline button, more than tempted to press it and let yourself fall back into the monotonous routine of scrolling, but the longer you stared at Mindy’s photo, the more you knew you couldn’t avoid her.

“Hey,” you croaked as you answered. Your voice was rough, your throat sore from not using it.

“And where the hell have you been?” Mindy asked quickly, her voice loud over your speaker. You cringed slightly at her words and tried to bury yourself deeper into your mattress.

“I’ve been, you know…around.”

She hummed. “Yeah, okay. Well, I thought I’d give you some sort of heads-up because Tara is on the way to your apartment right now.”

You shot up, holding the phone close to your ear. “What?! Why?!”

“That is a question I cannot answer!” she said.

“Mindy, what--”

Your phone clicked as she hung up.

Almost immediately, there were soft knocks against the front door of your apartment. You scrambled out of your bed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a random sweatshirt from the floor and throwing them on, not bothering to check if they matched.

“I’m coming!” you called out as you walked toward the front door, your head stuck in the armhole of your hoodie. Fucking hell, you thought. Pull yourself together. Once you could finally see again, you pulled the door open and inhaled sharply at the sight.

Tara stood in the hallway, a shy smile on her lips and a blush painting her cheeks, making her freckles stand out even more than usual. One of her arms was outstretched, and in her hand was a bouquet of flowers, waiting to be taken by you.

“Hi,” she said, and just her voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey.” You opened the door fully and she slipped inside.

She pushed the flowers further in your direction. “These are for you.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh!” You took them from her, your fingers brushing over her own as you did, and a jolt of electricity zipped up your arm. You tried to ignore it as you said, “Thanks, Tar.”

“Sure.” Her voice was shaking slightly; well, she was shaking slightly.

“Why did you--”

“I want to take you on a date,” she said suddenly and all at once, like she wouldn’t have been able to say the words unless they fell out of her mouth in a jumble.

Deja vu washed over you, sending a shiver down your spine, and all you could get out was a soft, “What?”

Tara tried again, her words slower and more calculated. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to take you on a date.”

You swallowed, your brain short circuiting, and, in your stupidity, asked, “What about Sam?”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, unsure of how to respond. “Uh--” A beat of silence passed between you before she found something to say. “Sam’s okay with it. She doesn’t--she doesn’t mind.”

“Oh.” You nodded and glanced down at your feet, suddenly too aware of the way the seams of your socks were resting against your toes. A blush was forcing its way up to your ears in embarrassment. What about Sam?! you thought. You fucking idiot! Who says that? “Cool.” Jesus Christ.

Tara clicked her tongue. “Yeah.” She shoved her hands into her back pockets. “So, about that date, then?”

She was watching you with wide, hopeful eyes, and the softest of smiles, and, god, you just wanted to fall into her.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “Yeah. A date--that sounds good. That sounds really good.” Just shut up, me! You offered her your own smile, watching as she lit up with excitement and joy and--Would it be weird if I kissed her right now?

Tara bit her lip as she grinned, her dimples prominent. “No, I don’t think that would be weird.”

You paled. “Did I--Did I say that last bit out loud?”

She giggled and nodded. “Yeah. Kind of.”

“Oh.” You gulped. “But…it would be okay?”

“It would be more than okay.”

And then your lips were pressed against her, and she sighed into you, and neither of you thought about the flowers that were being squished between you.

bonus: jj <;3 (10:59pm): u done pining yet?

you (11:06pm): shut the fuck up.

[foundfam2754]

S17e5 live reactions!

Spoilers…obviously

- yeah Elias don’t murder anyone if you wanna be an informant

- lol he has a whole receiving parade

- oh my fucking god Elias is messing w our papa pasta :(

- oh I just realised it has been ages since he’s actually spoken to him not in his mind - you got this bud ❤️

- car sex is just not it man

- OH DEBBY RYAN LOOKALIKE AND DAMIAN I see

- the girl reminds me of cat adams - revenge murder and maybe the most brutal bc of so much hurt in the past - in fact this whole thing gives me dirty dozen vibes

- “you’ve been taking to to yourself” “I’ve been talking to myself for years” idk why that made me laugh hard

- AM I ONLY THE ONE WHO SEES THE SPENCER REID PLAQUE COMING UP A LOT??? Pls let mgg come back oh my god

- hehe garvez is standing together 🥰

- protective luke 🥹

- “no!” “Everyone’s a comedian” HAHAHA

-“hands-off asshole” yeah give me more protective lukey pleaseeeee; also gives vibes of ‘don’t touch my girls stuff asshole’ which I LOVE

- “what’s up with you two…cause there’s a vibe” OH MY FUCKING GOD PENELOPE EVEN SICARIUS SEES IT. OPEN YOUR EYES AND LET HIM LOVE YOU

- couples who bully sicarius about his hygiene together stay together 🥺 🤝

- I kinda love how they’re filming this - they’re profiling together in the bull pen and workshopping - Elias has a weird chemistry w them

- lol pen with the handkerchief

- DONT TOUCH HER

- this is too easy; I’m so suspicious: I feel like he’s gonna do the same with Bailey - say something code-wordy to hint to him

- also why does it feel like Elias is being too helpful? like I think maybe he’s so invested bc 1) he gets to mess with Dave by being part of his team 2) Damian is a loose end and has some evidence to tie him to sicarius offficially

- I TOLD U HE WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT. I KNEW THE TIPPY TAP MEANT SOMETHING

- I love smart strategic confident Em and she and Dave plotting to fuck Elias over together

- is he finally gonna shower??

- “dave” like they’re besties

- LOVE THIS SHOT

- EW THEY HAD VOIT SAY OUR PRECIOUS PHRASE - but okay no that was so impactful

- oh my god he’s fucking with them so hard oh my god

- JJ SAID FUCK!!

- OH MY GODDDDDDD they’re talking about jealous Luke they’re talking about Penelope and Tyler they’re SAYING IT OUTRIGHT I CANT TALK I CANT TYPE I AM SCREAMING I LITERALLY GOT OFF MY COUCH AND JUMPED ACROSS MY APT

- ew tynelope is so gross greencia is so much better

- Luke you didn’t say nooo?! we all know it drives you crazy agent alvez

- so chaotic Elias is so funny man; kudos to Zach Gilford

- PAPA PASTA PROTECTING HIS FAMILY. You mess with Pen, Rossi brings the heat

- isn’t “locking you in a shipping container” a confession?? why are they not more interested in that?

- oh my god Brian’s gaslighting her - falling into the conspiracy thing again - everyone’s vulnerable and only hearing what they want too

- haha lukey doing yoga

- oh my god how do they do anything without Penelope

- hey kiddos - voit is leaving?? Pls pay attention to him

- is Rossi gonna let him run??

- oh my god they’re profiling each other

- OH MY GOD DAMIAN. I KNEW ELIAS WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT.

- “Teresa is in trouble”!??

- TYLER I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU KEEP MORE SECRETS

- oh my god the sicarius smile

- aw tebecca!

- EM :(( be vulnerable babe we’re here for you

OH MY GOD THIS EP WAS SO GOOD

[ca-suffit]

Do you think the discourse about abuse in the Loustat relationship would be very different if they were both whites?

Yesterday I was following the latest discourse and i saw a tweet mentioning how the sex scene in ep 6 ,the one with Louis dissociating,someone said how Louis coerced Lestat using sex to make him less suspicious while they are plotting to kill him.

I'm really late i know but it's really the first time i saw how people are not objective with Louis to the point of distorting the meaning of a scene and i am really disgusted right now.

Once you see how vile people are in this fandom everything is so...

Now i remember what Sam said about what he saw on twitter and i can't help myself wondering what Jacob or Assad (Delainey seems to be quite loved and safe probably because she is a woman) but imagine what they see daily here and there?

Did you know Jacob started following his fan page few days ago and it make me think he is very aware and online.No one seems to care for this ,no PSA,no ''poor Jacob''...sorry i'm really bitter right now because it's like discovering everything,i was really naive all this time (I'm still new to the fandom 5months).

"Do you think the discourse about abuse in the Loustat relationship would be very different if they were both whites?"

yes. it already was different before the show aired. I can't say how ppl would react to the drop between white men, but I *can* say the focus on lestat's "innocence" in it all would not be done as hard if it was another white guy and white girl who were mad at him. ppl doubled down on the racist shit purely bcuz louis and claudia are black now and were angry at the abusive, white guy. can't have that!! didn't u know louis is lying and this is all fake and lestat has trauma?? :( ppl literally never talked about lestat's backstory in relation to his actions in iwtv that much at all before the show aired. ppl had fun laughing at what a stupid asshole he was and how awful they were as a couple. now suddenly it's "lestat did no wrong" forever.

"Once you see how vile people are in this fandom everything is so..."

ur gonna see this a lot now tbh, having awareness of it now, and the more u learn about antiblack tropes and dogwhistles and whatever else, the deeper it goes. it's in everything. that's part of why this account is here too, so it's harder for them to hide from ppl, and also so ppl can get educated about it.

"Delainey seems to be quite loved and safe probably because she is a woman"

she's actually the most at risk for being a woman tbh, bcuz she's not just a woman, she's a *black* woman. if ur not aware of the term "misogynoir" then look into that. here's a video to start. look into colorism too bcuz she got a lot of comments stemming from that when she was cast as claudia, being darker than bailey is.

tw here for abuse and rape topics

"Did you know Jacob started following his fan page few days ago and it make me think he is very aware and online.No one seems to care for this ,no PSA,no ''poor Jacob''...sorry i'm really bitter right now because it's like discovering everything,i was really naive all this time (I'm still new to the fandom 5months)."

ya, I saw. and ya I've commented on that before too, especially when ppl were extra coddling sam for his comments about why he's offline. obviously nobody should be having to deal with any of this, but sam as a white man is gonna have a *vastly* different experience and level of protection for his feelings than any actors of color are gonna get, especially black actors.

what ur feeling is normal for starting to have awareness of these issues. stay outraged and stay locked in to helping say something about it bcuz this is not just a fandom issue and it's neverending.

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instagram posts ft. @jackchampion & @y/n_l/n pt. 4 ♥︎

pairing ♥︎ - jack champion x fem!reader, jack champion x actress!reader

a/n ♥︎ - hahahahah im having writers block again so heres pt 4 of the instagram posts since i missed making these. also cass bby ty for choosing for me which thing to work on

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y/n_l/n yay finally summer aka vacation time !!!

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jennaortega why wasn't i invited?

| devynnekoda ^^

| y/n_l/n bc im too broke to take both of yall 😭

jackchampion where to?

| y/n_l/n ykyk 🤭

user828 gahhhh i wanna go on vacation now

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jackchampion just flew in! can't wait for the stuff planned!!

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user372 jack we love you but what is that caption lmao

| y/n_l/n HELP THATS WHAT IM SAYING

| jackchampion im not changing it 😒

baileybass hope you two have fun!!!

| user402 so like im not going blind and seeing that she wrote two right?

| user914 BAILEY EXPLAIN

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y/n_l/n beach day!!!

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devynnekoda still waiting for you to come and take me

| y/n_l/n im sorry babe 😫

| jackchampion nonononoooo focus on me 😭

| y/n_l/n im not going anywhere 🤭

| user929 👀

user557 @y/n_l/n who drove?

| y/n_l/n that's a secret 🤭

| user391 HELP IT WAS PROBABLY JACK

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jackchampion she called me a dork 😭

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jamieflatters thats cause you are

| baileybass jamie that's not very nice

| jackchampion yeah jamie 😒

user810 she???

user362 who called you that jack?

| user618 im willing to bet it was y/n

| user572 didn't she also go to the beach?

| user838 yeah i think theyre there together

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jackchampion she's a little silly

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y/n_l/n he sucks at this 😒

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masonthegooding i warned you

| devynnekoda this is why you should've taken me

| y/n_l/n yeah im starting to regret taking him

| jackchampion gaspspspsppsps how could u?!

| y/n_l/n noooo im sorry i still love you!

user137 *gasps* i knew it she went with jack

user879 all jack and y/n shippers have assembled

user518 i want what they have 😭

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y/n_l/n smallish photo dump from vacation :))

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masonthegooding now we shall wait for all the comments

| y/n_l/n get off my post, you cant stay here if you don't like it

| masonthegooding ok ok i liked it

user356 hold up did everyone else see the last photo?!?

user720 ship 

user619 i mean we already knew that they went together but like the third photo?? forget the last one but why are they holding hands 🫢

| user518 exactly!!! i'm pretty sure they're dating at this point

| masonthegooding same 🤭

| user413 hold up is mason confirming???

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jackchampion cats out of the bag so i guess i can confirm that me and y/n went on vacation together 

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y/n_l/n i hope you were planning on giving credits for the last photo 😒

| jackchampion sorry im not :)

| y/n_l/n blocked

| jackchampion wait nooooo im sorry!!! last photo credit: y/n

| y/n_l/n ok ur forgiven :))

user533 stop theyre literally dating at this point

user163 my parents :000

user981 STOP THEYRE LITERALLY DATING

| user642 no fr tho!

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y/nchampion my parents ??? 🫢🤨

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user729 STOP THEYRE SO CUTE

user126 omg theyre literally datinguser525 nah after they announced they went on vaca together and jack posted that photo of y/n they cant deny the dating allegations

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[sweetingseva]

Everything to Know About ACFTL ☺️💕📚

Hello, everyone!

With A Curse For True Love coming out next week, I thought maybe creating a compile list of what everything we will be expecting might be helpful to those who want a refresher.

However, if you don't want to be reminded of any of the details that have been shared and want to go in blind, that's cool, too!

All of the information that I have gathered has been from all of the IG AMA's stories, comments, replies, and some from podcasts.

Slight spoilers. Quick refresher below.

Stephanie hasn’t been nice writing this book, but let’s see if the torture is well worth it in the end.

There’s this scene that corresponds to these emoji: 🛏😮🩸🚪🩸🩸🩸😱🍎👑

There are three POVs: Evangeline, Jacks, and Apollo

The answer to why Jacks eat apples is in the book, but according to B&N site, we might get the answer to everything about him!

Q: is there a scene you’ve written that’s made you tear up? A: “So many scenes have made me cry—I don’t tear up, I sob, and writing this series has made me cry a lot more than the Caraval series 💘😭 But don’t be too scared—I’ve put a lot fun scenes in this book. Although, my defintion of fun is a little twisted. 🤭”

Q: Do you already have a favorite scene in “A Curse For True Love”? A: Usually I have favorites but with this book I love every scene. I keep telling my editor to let me know if I’ve gone too far with this story because I’ve had so much fun writing. I keep fearing I must be doing something wrong. 🖤”

There will be more LaLa and Chaos scenes, and apparently Stephanie has gotten carried away with them lol

There will be a few more scenes in the Hollow!!!! YAAYYY!

Her favorite scene has something to with these emojis: 🌳🫀🔥

Stephanie has cried the last time she had read ACFTL.

Q: what’s your favorite scene out of all the books in this series: A: “This is so tough. There’s a scene in CURSE that made me cry and it’s probaly my favorite 💔”

Q: can you tell us who the bonus content povs will be? A: “For B&N and Waterstones, the bonus content is in Eva’s POV. 🦊”

My speculation from the answer above, but this makes me think that the Owlcrate’s edition will be Jacks’s POV if not Evangeline’s.

Q: did u know how acftl would end early on? or did it change as you wrote it? A: “It changed! In January, I hit a wall with the book and after talking with my critique partner @/staceyleeauthor, I realized that I had taken the story in the wrong direction. So I went back, I rewrote, I changed the plot, and I changed a large portion of the ending. This is part of the reason why the book’s publication date was changed from Sept to Oct.”

Q: What three songs come to mind when you think of Evangeline and Jacks? A: “Ooh! It’s hard to pick just three. Here are a few that came to mind first: 1. The Archer by Taylor Swift, 2. You’re Losing Me by Taylor Swift, 3. Religiously by Bailey Zimmerman”

Q: Do you pick the audiobook narrators for your books? A: “I did! @/macmillan.audio is wonderful. They’ve always given me a choice in narrators. The amazing @/rebeccasoleri has narrated all of my audiobooks (so she’s an easy choice). Then for ACFTL I got to choose a second narrator for the Jacks and Apollo chapters and he is also fantastic ❤️”

IMPORTANT TO KNOW ‼️: Q: are there actually multiple copies of acftl with different endings? A: “The book only has one official ending. Which I think is the best ending. However, there are three editions that bonus material in the form of 3 alternate epilogues. The books with bonus epilogues are: 1. Barnes and Noble/Indigo exlusive edition 2. the Waterstones exclusive, 3. the Owlcrate edition. P.S. These 3 bonus epilogues are not canon, they are just for fun! P.P.S. if you get all three, I recommend reading in the order that I shared in this post 😉”

The third map has new locations, along with old ones we have seen like: Merrywood Manor, Merrywood Village, Merrywood Forest, Wolf Hall, Ye Olde Brick Inn: Vacancy One Bed, The Phoenix Tree, Cursed Forest, Tree of Souls, and The Hunt.

ACFTL has 49 chapters with an epilogue. It only has one part titled, IV. Happily Ever After.

The dedication that was revealed says, “For anyone who’s ever hoped for a second chance.”

The tree on the front cover is very important.

ACFTL’s logline: Two villains, one girl, and a deadly battle for happily ever after.

The three words that Stephanie used to describe the book is: Heart-stealing, emotionally-devastating, and painfully romantic.

Stephanie shared the Pinterest board, which could be found here! Some very good hints in there!

The UK editions of ACFTL will have hidden covers. There are four of them and they are: an apple, Jacks’s dagger, a fox paw print, and a wolf in a flower crown.

Fairyloot edition has a special front and back cover that says, "The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Evangeline Fox and The Prince of Hearts" and "The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Evangeline Fox and Apollo Acadian."

Quotes Shared:

“Remember, Little Fox.”

“If you stop fighting, you lose.” His hand moved up to her throat and she felt the cool brush of his dagger against her skin. Evangeline went very still. “ Never imagine you’re safe.” The tip of his blade drew a line over her pulse. Her breath caught. She felt him smile against her jaw.

(Possible Quote) “You have no sense of self-preservation. If someone labeled a bottle with poison you would drink it. You take warnings as invitations. You can’t seem to stay away from all the things that will hurt you … like me.”

Evangeline needed something familiar, something to hold onto that would keep her from collapsing back to the ground. Apollo looked at her as if he wanted to be that. He made her think of a hero from a fairytale.

(Page 21) “No.” “No.” “No.” (Page 100) He wanted a piece of her. (Page 213) “You can’t just tie people up and whisk them to wherever you want them.”

Apollo hated apples.

He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline’s bedroom.

“I’m glad you came.” “I’ll always come. Even when you don’t want me to.”

He wanted a piece of her. To keep her. To use her for later.

“What are you to me?” she asked. His eyes locked with hers. “Nothing.”

“Im the one who will never let anyone harm you again.”

“I’m your monster.”

He considered setting the room ablaze just so that he’d have a reason to pick her up and carry her out, to save her one last time, before he left her for good.

“This will hurt.”

[sheepieberry]

How did Kian and Xavier met in the first place? Was Kian a groupie, or just literally living his life?

Hi anon!!!! THANK U FOR ASKING AAAUGGHHHH I love those two sm

Kian was literally just living his life…. So here I mentioned before that Kian was sent away somewhere for awhile! He was actually sent to the US for 2 years!

Reasons being that before his parents had died he was under contract as a child model, but then you know, they died (big shoutout to Kians mom for that). He’s still under that contract but it’s been postponed due to him being underaged and grieving the lost of his family, Kian is put in foster care for awhile before eventually ending up in Baileys care, the relationship between them is rocky but Kian is meek and flinches away from hands, like a dog that been kicked one too many times, but a scared dog can still lash out, and that’s what happened with Kian, he did something Bailey didn’t like and had to pay for it, (he begs one of the only friends in town he has, someone not trapped under Baileys thumb the way he is, a sweet boy at the church for help, only to be met with averted eyes and a trembling frown, that’s the day Kian really wishes he had died with his family)

Kian gets sent away to the US, sent back to the company he had a contract under and in their care, he’s still a child after all, but he’s still Baileys property, that gives him comfort although it shouldn’t, it tells him he hasn’t been abandoned, not yet.

Kian is 16, a young and pretty thing with no proper adult around, it attracts the attention of all the wrong types of people, it attracts a man named Xavier.

Xavier is a star, a handsome man in his early 20’s, famous in his movies and for being a heartthrob with a gentle smile, he’s asked to model in a photoshoot with a partner, a small and soft wilting figure.

He meets Kian

More under the cut!!!! Tw for SA, Underage, drugging, Emotional and Physical abuse, attempted suicide

To Xavier, it’s almost infatuation at first sight, it’s romantic, it could be love

The shoot the photos, Kian doesn’t smell the way a boy his age should, he smells soft, sweet, like vanilla and peaches, it’s mouthwatering- Xavier wonders what kind of noise Kian would make if he bit hard enough to bleed, would he taste sweet?

It doesn’t take much for Xavier to convince a producer to,, scout Kian for a small role in a film Xavier’s plays in, Xavier isn’t a actor for nothing after all, soft smiles and touches, he can be kind to Kian, teach him the ropes and help him when he stumbles throughout the shoot, help him remember his lines and caress his head softly when he gets something right, a sugar sweet act that pays off when Kian stares up at him with shy mismatched eyes, pale face pink with flush and a smile, because Kian is young and dumb, and he’d do anything to feel important to someone

The movie is finished, it’s gonna be a hit, any movie with Xavier always is

A late night afterparty is planned, adults drinking and doing things they shouldn’t-

Kian is there, he shouldn’t be, but Xavier promised to take care of him, a warm hand against the low of his back, and Kian trusts him, why wouldn’t he? Xavier has done such a good job taking care of him these last few months after all. Kian trusts him, trusts him enough to find a drink he’s allowed in this party full of alcohol, trusts him enough to tell Xavier when he starts feeling bad, a throbbing pain in his skull and nausea brewing in his stomach, weak and woozy, he trusts Xavier to take him home-

Kian doesn’t go home that night, he doesn't go home for few nights.

Xavier helpfully tells Kians manager that the boy needs a break, poor thing, working so hard for others. It's a good thing Xaviers here, it gets lonely in this big house, he's happy to host Kian for as long as needed. And as he hangs up the phone it's all done, and Kian is his, even if just for awhile, Xavier smiles as he brushes back dark hair from a sweaty forehead, Kians such a pretty little thing, even more so like this, pliant and drugged up in Xavier’s bed, eyes unfocused and foamy drool escaping his mouth

"Une si jolie petite rose~" he whispers more to himself, he knows Kian can't hear him even if he wanted to, not in the state he's in, it doesn't matter though, Xavier will say it over and over again, just so Kian knows how much he's adored, and Kian stares, body unwilling to move as he stares at the ceiling, a body slotting itself between his legs

It doesn't take long for Xavier to start officially sponsoring Kian, everyone with a brain in the industry knows what that means, what it entails for a boy his age, Kian is 17 and he wonders how much it would hurt to die, if it would hurt at all when compared to living like this, if this even counts as living-

Xavier is sweet, he always is, he tolerates kians scratches and outbursts, his screams and his tears, he watches Kian flip through conflicting emotions, the strain it puts on him, he doesn't want Kian to break from the demons in his head, he'd prefer it at his own instead, he gets taken to the doctors and leaves with two things, a bag full of medicine bottles with names he can't pronounce and a diagnosis for BPD, looking at his history the doctors assume it's genetic, the car ride to Xaviers home is quiet

Kian thinks about his mom for the first time in years, and he let's Xavier pull him into a gentle embrace, let's Xavier hold him and he weeps, in the arms of a man who's done horrible, horrible things to him, but is the only one there to hold him like a child, the child Kian often forgets he still is

Hes softer after that, Kian, a saccharine smile and empty eyes, he let's Xavier touch all he wants and puts up no fuss, just a smile and a stare, the day of his 18th birthday Xavier gifts him earrings, a reminder of the dull ache in ears, Xavier had done them himself, Kian thanks him with a kiss, one of Kians own will, a first in these 2 years, Xavier thinks he'd break kians legs if it would mean spending the rest of their lives together, Xavier thinks he's in love, but there's only so much a man in love can do when he wakes up to an empty bed, looking around the house to see light from the bathroom and a boy bleeding and quiet in the tub, water a deep red and head lolled back, there's nothing much for him do to, throat rubbed raw from his yells, shaking hands phone for a hospital, for help, hands wet and red as he drags a far too cold body into his hands and prays for the first time in his life to a god that doesn't exist, cause if they did, a good merciful god would've never let Xavier touch Kian

Kian survives, but he's unconscious and weak, Xavier visits for a week straight, bouquets of flowers in tow everyday, until he comes into an empty hospital room

Word spreads quickly, especially to Bailey, it's no surprise the minute he knew his most profitable ward had fucked up yet again that he sends for Kian, he wakes up and isn't even given half a day of rest before he's loaded up to a plane back, woozy from pain dulling drugs, a familiar feeling, and finger tips almost blue and numb with how tightly wrapped those bandages are around his arms, but he's comforted by a single thought, Bailey wouldnt tell anyone about his wards mistakes, and Xavier would think that empty hospital room belonged to a dead boy

[angrelysimpping]

no thoughts,, just,, the pc finally paying all the debt that they owe bailey so they demanded him to finally let them go but,, bailey just,, can’t,, they can’t handle the thought of them leaving the orphanage,, leaving HIM,, so they just make up some bullshit excuse as a desperate attempt to make them stay,, the pc immediately saw right through him though and just,, blew up,, what is it this time?? what other shit are they gonna be forced to do just to be set free?? why can’t he just let them go?? BONUS POINTS IF THE SIDE PLOT IS THE LAST BAILEY FICLET U WROTE WHERE THE PC JUST USES BAILEY FOR SEX JDNWHJSJSJSJSJHWJSJWJ 😼😼

eheh so

[part 1] [part 2]

(gn Reader, you/you; amab Bailey, he/him; noncon; incredibly brief gun mention; aaaaaaangst; penetration, reader receiving; collaring)

Words: ~1.1k

"Here."

Bailey doesn't look up as you hold out an envelope, this week's "rent" tucked safely inside. He doesn't see you roll your eyes dramatically as he continues to work on his computer, slowly yet steadily typing away, but he doesn’t need to. Not really. He knows you by now, more than he's really willing to admit. 

You huff a small laugh, letting the door shut with a soft click as you take confident slides across the room. Unafraid. Makes his blood boil. Makes his jaw tense, his fingers twitch. You haven’t been afraid of him for far too long, since before the first time you took his cock. Of course not, not when you’ve just used him for a good lay. People don’t tend to fear their toys. Maybe mock shudder at the size, gasp about the thickness, mark out the length on their arm. But fear them? No. No, people don’t fear their toys, and that’s what you've been using Bailey as this whole time. A toy. 

That would change today. 

He’d make sure of it. 

You toss the envelope on his desk, laughing as you slide between your caretaker and his work. Laughing at how he lets you. It’s with a practiced ease that you straddle him, arms draping over strong shoulders and a hand coming up to thread through dark locks. It feels nice, having you close, body pressed to his, nails scratching his scalp. Still, Bailey sneers as you block his computer from view, scarred hands falling to rest on your hips as their place at the keyboard becomes useless. 

“Pouting?” you coo, laughing again when his only response is to give your hips a harsh squeeze. "Big bad Bailey, upset that his favorite is leaving? Mopey you won't get a nice fuck every now and then?” Teasingly, you rock your hips forward, pressing against the growing bulge in Bailey’s trousers. There’s a spark in your eyes, an infuriating grin on your lips as you delight in his body’s reactions to yours. “Want one last fuck before I leave the shit hole forever, hm?” 

He ignores the twinge in his chest at your words, instead meeting your mirth-filled gaze with a deadpan stare. "I don't have favorites-"

"Course not," you butt in with another soft laugh. 

"And you're not leaving."

Your laugh dies, body going stiff in Bailey's lap. "What?"

Squirming gets you nowhere, Bailey is more than ready for your reaction, his grip on your hips bound to bruise as he keeps you firmly in place. The bruises on your hips might even match the ones you’re giving him, fingers digging into his forearms. 

“This is my last payment,” you snarl, all the light-hearted teasing long gone as you keep trying to put space between you and your caretaker to no avail. The only thing you achieve is to unintentionally grind against Bailey’s cock in your struggles. 

“You still owe me.”

You freeze, fury burning bright in your eyes as you look at him. “That’s bullshit,” you all but spit. “I’ve paid your fucked up ‘debt’ back, I owe you nothing.”

There’s a beat of silence as you and Bailey stare each other down. Maybe you realize it then, that Bailey won’t let you go, that he can’t. Maybe from the way his pupils have blown wide, maybe from the tilt of his jaw, maybe from the way he hasn’t done anything to hurt you besides keep an iron grip on you. Maybe from the way his cock is still hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers. 

It doesn’t matter, really. 

With a half-strangled shriek, your hands wrap around his throat. That’s all he needs for him to justify slamming you back onto his desk, one hand keeping your wrists pinned so you can’t claw at his face, the other ripping away your clothing so he can show you where you belong. You want to tease him? String him along for months? Use him? Fine, he dealt with that, he dealt with the tightness in his chest and the long nights where he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering to you. He made plans and fuck if he wasn’t going to follow through on them.

You’re yelling, swearing, thrashing in his grip. But that doesn’t matter. It doesn't. Not when your insults turn to pleas or when your screams turn to sobs. It doesn’t matter. Bailey tugs down his trousers just enough to free his aching erection from the confines of his pants. It’s then that tears spring to your eyes as you feel the fat head of his cock press against your entrance, an act that makes something in his chest twinge even while it makes his cock twitch. Both are equally concerning if he were to be honest with himself, which he isn’t. Instead he ignores both, pressing into you with no prep, delicious friction almost painful.

It’s as he bottoms out, sharp hip bones pressed flush against you, that you go limp, fight dying out in you as Bailey sets up his customary brutal pace. Normally something like this would have you squealing, singing his praises with your ankles locked behind his back and any snarled demand for you to shut it only making you clench around him harder.

Not this time. Of course not, he knew what he was doing. Still, the way you just lay across his desk, taking it, eyes glassy with unshed tears and focused on some point behind him makes him want to get your attention. Fully. 

The hand not keeping your wrists pinned grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t look away.”

“I hate you.”

If something cracks in Bailey’s chest at those words, he doesn’t show it. “I know.”

You don’t say anything else, don’t do anything else, silently fighting back tears of pain and frustration, enduring Bailey’s treatment of you until he cums with a soft grunt. 

He keeps himself pressed against you as he cums, painting your insides with his seed.

Marking you, he thinks dimly, before shaking the thought from his head.

You lay there, motionless on his desk as he keeps you pinned. 

Perfect.

Without looking, he pulls open the top drawer on his desk. Normally he’d have it locked, his gun tucked securely inside. Not today, though. Not when he knew you’d be stopping by to give your “last” payment. Before you get the chance to try squirming away again, his hands are around your throat, snuggly securing a shock collar in place.

Your hands fly to the metal, attempting to tug it off, but it’s already too late. 

“See,” he says with a sneer, “you’re not leaving.”

[spiderlandry]

when the sun leaves me — quinn bailey

Description: Quinn finds herself often asking where exactly she stands with you. The problem is that she only ever asks herself, never you.

Pairings: Quinn Bailey x F!Reader (she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as a girl)

Content: fluff, angst if you squint, non-gf!quinn so it’s probably ooc but she’s my babygirl so idec, alcohol consumption (not by reader), kissing, use of y/n, unedited, lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: if u recognize where the title of this comes from, u have my heart <3

Quinn wakes up first.

A weight is splayed across her body, and her eyes squint the the window, almost groaning at the lack of sunlight from its west-facing wall. The weight on her is not even, but it is you. Something weird is that none of you feels suffocating. You’re just there. It’s comforting, but she wishes you’d suffocate her instead.

Rubbing her hands up and down your arm, you stir against her side, instinctively burrowing yourself into her side. She fights back a smile.

Her eyes close for the next few minutes to relish in the silence of your sleeping presence.

Until, there’s an unintelligible mumble in her neck.

“What?” She asks, looking down at you.

“What time?”

She picks up her phone from the nightstand. “Too early.”

“An actual time?”

“It’s nine.”

“Shit.”

“Why?”

You get up, the warmth disappearing from her side and leaving the bed when you swing your legs over the bed and reach for your bag on the floor.

“I have half an hour to get ready for class,” You mumble, rummaging through your belongings to find your phone.

“You can stay here,” Quinn offers, resting against the headboard. You have your backpack from last night still in her room, so she doesn’t see a problem. “Do you need a shower?”

You’re gawking for a moment and she worries if she’d overstepped, but you reply quickly enough. “What about clothes?”

“There should be some of your clothes in my dresser.”

Your eyes narrow in confusion.

“It’s from when you stayed over while your building did renovations.”

“Oh,” You nod, recalling that week. It had been a long time since then, so the surprise is evident on your face when Quinn remembered. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

Quinn situates herself on the side you slept on the night before, basking in the little warmth you had left. The shower starts running, and she hides herself under the covers.

She doesn’t realize she had fallen asleep again until you wake her up by pulling the comforter back, the scent of her own soap reaching her nose. Her eyelids crack open the tiniest bit and she mirrors the smile on your lips.

“I’m gonna make breakfast. D’you want anything?”

She shakes her head, “I’ll eat whatever you cook.”

When you exit the room, Quinn follows a minute after. You’re already making yourself home in the kitchen, and while Quinn comes out of the hallway she’s greeted by a smug-looking Tara. The ginger shuts that down with a stern expression and Tara subsequently backs off.

Quinn can hear the Carpenter sister holding back a snicker when she’s caught smiling at you like a lovesick idiot as you prepare a plate for both of you. You even ask if Tara wants food, and that’s when she politely declines and leaves the room, unable to hold back her laugh anymore.

“What’s with her?” You gesture to the hallway she disappeared into, taking a bite of your breakfast as the other girl does the same from across the breakfast bar.

“Nothing, don’t pay her any mind.” Quinn says a bit too quickly, but you don’t mention that or the slight panic in her voice that only you’d be able to read.

You leave a few minutes later, but not without kissing Quinn’s forehead, a tradition you started when you two got close.

She flops onto the couch with a soft sigh, hugging a pillow to her chest. She doesn’t see her roommate finally coming out of her room.

“So…” The voice startles her, and she spots Tara leaning against the wall adjacent to the sofa. “Y/N?”

“What?”

“When you said life is about variety…I didn’t know you meant girls.”

She groans, “It doesn’t.”

At Tara’s raised brows, Quinn is fast to clarify. “I mean—I like girls. But not her. She’s not a fling.”

“I didn’t say anything about a fling,” The brunette grins.

“You implied it.”

“So…she’s a girlfriend?”

“No!” Quinn threatens to throw the pillow at her friend by raising it up and aiming, to which Tara disappears around the corner. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s not my anything.”

“Whatever you say,” Tara goes back to her room.

Now that Tara has brought it up, it begins to plague her mind for the next few days.

She starts closely observing how you interact with her.

‘Carpooling’ with you has been such a common occurrence—routine—that it’s never put her off, but now that she’s thinking about what she is to you, she fidgets uncomfortably in her passenger seat while you drive her to meet up with some friends.

“You okay?” You sense her reluctance, the way she’s practically curling into herself.

“I’m fine,” She brushes you off. “Why do you drive me around?”

“Well,” you purse your lips. “You ask me to.”

Quinn would be lying if she said that didn’t make her heart flutter just a bit. “Yeah, but you always agree.”

“It’s just—It’s the nice thing to do.” You shrug. Your hesitation to say that isn’t lost on her. At all.

“Is it?” She questions, more for herself than you. She regains confidence at the thought of you being nervous around her, too. “Do you drive everyone around?”

“You’re the only one who asks.”

The rest of the ride is silent, with Quinn contemplating whether that’s the truth, and you keeping your eyes on the road, a little more focused than usual.

She isn’t always like this. She’s never like this, actually. There has never been anyone who made her lose her typical flirty persona, not even an actor who had once hit on her at a bar, nobody except for you. There’s something about it that’s thrilling, to know there’s someone that can make her feel so differently than the others, but there is no coin without two sides. The other side to this—the con—is that she’s at a disadvantage. Feeling like this is to be vulnerable.

For the entire week, you continue daily life while Quinn is left to wallow in her own thoughts. She doesn’t think you’d ever notice until you actually corner her at a party and demanded answers.

You’re rarely at parties. But Quinn is here, so you’re here. You don’t physically corner her, but it’s basically the same thing when you catch her coming out of the bathroom in the random frat house.

“Hey,” you catch her by the wrist. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” Throughout the night, it’s clear that she’d been making an effort to stay out of your way, and a heart constricts within her ribcage when she sees the hurt look on your face.

“What do you mean?” She squeezes between the mass of moving bodies against the pink and purple lights, and you’re desperate to follow her.

You don’t corner her. You leave an opening, a way out if she so diligently wishes. But she knows now, with how you are, that if she leaves, you’ll take it as an answer. If she leaves, she shuts you out indefinitely, but staying means to open her heart to you and though every fiber of her being says make me yours, it’s not that easy. The words are molasses on her tongue. It takes her a few minutes and a drink to get it out, and even if you’re patient, you won’t stay forever.

“This shit scares me,” She finally gathers the courage to face you, and it’s a breath of fresh air when you laugh. “You scare me.”

You don’t talk, you nod for her to continue.

“I don’t even…I don’t know if you like girls, okay? And you—you’re so…touchy with me. Like I can’t decide if straight girls really are just that affectionate and I’m reading into it, but then you kiss me on the forehead and look at me like—like…I don’t know! And—”

A pair of lips—yours—is on hers, effectively cutting off her ramble, and within the second she’s kissing you back. It’s the easiest decision she’s ever made, and when your hands snake across her back to pull her closer, the warmth spreads throughout her entire being. Deepening the kiss by tilting her head, she grabs your jaw to keep you there, and you smile.

But a catcall whistle interrupts the two of you. Remembering where you are, you make a suggestion.

“Wanna get out of here?” You smirk, less than an inch from her lips. She resists the urge to close that distance as to not give the others even more of a show.

“Oh, absolutely. Let’s go.”

[angelgoeslewd]

Hi Angel, could i request Wren and Landry seeing a very pregnant PC and maybe the water break when there with them? So for Wren when they play card or something like and Landry maybe at the pub or somewhere else i don't mind thank you have a great day/night!

finally got around to posting this 💕 currently dealing with admissions rn which SUCKS bleh

also gonna take the liberty here to make pc pregnant w their kid bc why not 😎👉👉 if u want just a rando pregnancy lmk!!

⚠️ warnings: heavy pregnancy talk: water breaking, stressful births, etc. mentions of harper being less than savory to pregnant people, reader is able to give birth, possessiveness, breeding kink/baby trapping.

Wren:

if you hid it from him

if you actually managed to hide your pregnancy up to this point from this man, color him impressed. his whole job is being in the know. most of that info is directed towards Remy’s profitability but ya know, never hurts to have a few aces up your sleeves. and he has. so many.

night started off simple enough, a game of cards with his puppy playing across from him; you’ve gotten good after all these times, your bluffs have been harder to read, even harder when you wear the collar he had gotten made for you

its when you stop bluffing and throwing back your sharp wit that he both loves and despises when he looks up. in fact, you’ve stopped doing everything. you’re completely still. not a response he’s seen from you. and it worries him.

“you ok, pup?”

you give a little shake of your head, and then drop your cards to the table. your hands shoot to your abdomen, breath heavy, placing your forehead on the cool wood table. Wren is at your side in an instant, hands wandering over you, looking for wounds. it’s too much, the pain, the sensation of warmth moving across your body, and you push them away weakly.

when he doesn’t find any, his mind immediately goes to the worst. he pulls his gun on his men, wondering which one decided to poison the wrong person.

he’s not supposed to care about you this much. you’re just a body in his bed. he needs his gang, he knows this. he needs them to trust him, needs them to be ready to lay down their lives for him. but he does cares about you. too much about you. you, his puppy. the one he’s trained so perfectly, invested so much time in. and he wont let this transgression go.

“no… wren,” you call, trying your hardest to uncurl yourself and grab at his arm. he pulls his gun up and away from you, easily moving it out of your reach. but you manage to will yourself out of the chair. when it happens.

you hear a snap, and your body reacts, looking up to Wren, his perfectly trained puppy, thinking he had snapped his fingers for your attention, but one hand is holding the gun and the other is at his side, so you’re confused — when your feel your thighs dampen. you’ve already lost your bottoms in the first round, so you can feel all the wetness that runs down your leg and suddenly, you put it together.

he does too, seeing the puddle on the floor. his gun is instantly away, holding you as your struggle to stay on your feet while the contractions get worse.

“puppy… you been keepin’ secrets?” you nod, pitifully. the look on your face is almost literally the definition of a kicked wet dog, and Wren is amused at how well you play your part.

it’s the next words out of your mouth that makes him stop. you can’t manage many words through the contractions, but you manage to get out, “yours…”

“Everyone get the fuck out,” He spits, still unmoving, eyes trained on you. His men, who have been watching the entire time, almost in shock at how quickly so much has happened, are out the door in less then 3 seconds. They all know that voice. They’re all convinced they won’t be seeing you anymore, and honestly, so are you. and you shut your eyes tight, wondering if he’d at least take the baby to somewhere better then Bailey’s orphanage after you’ve been taken care of.

but instead, there’s a firm, gentle hand on your back, and you open your eyes to met wren’s. he’s so close to you, inches away. you can feel his breath on your face as he assesses the situation. “i’ll take care of you, darlin’. don’t worry.”

no time for prep. no time for anything. much to his displeasure, he has to get you to the hospital. he picks you up easily, trying to be as gentle as he can, barging out of the cottage and telling his men to start the car.

he spends the entire hospital visit watching harper with eyes like a wren hawk. has a HUGE, completely out of character outburst when harper has to actually touch you to help you give birth. takes the baby away from him as soon as possible.

visiting hours do not apply to him. if they kick him out, he’s just going to break back in so…

if you didn’t hide it from him

a pregnant partner is almost like a status symbol to him. when you tell him, he’s over the moon. doesn’t show it, simply nods and says, “ok.”

but your whole existence to him changes. you aren’t just a fun bedmate. you’re his show dog, his prized pooch. wants you to wear tight shirts, show off that belly he’s blessed you with. show off his fertility, show off how safe he can keep you in this horrible place.

this sometimes means you come with him on ‘tasks.’

dangerous? yes. but don’t worry. you have your own team of bodyguards, people wren has known the longest and trusts the most, who would die for him, to protect you. they’d take a bullet for you. it’s an intimidation tactic. even bailey would raise an eyebrow at wren’s shameless flaunt of power. but wren isn’t bothering him or his business so he doesn’t care too much.

in fact, bailey might use it as leverage. but that’s another story.

in private, he gets touchy. super touchy. lots of pregnancy sex. he always has an arm around you or hand on you. you go where he does.

when your water breaks, he’s right there. holding you, breathing with you through contractions. would prefer a home birth, honestly, with a member of his, recently hired, who has midwife experience. he doesn’t really like the hospital. or harper. especially harper.

he’s probably been preparing for this day and will refuse any jobs from Remy for the two weeks leading up to your due date. much to his displeasure. has made his team practice drills for this, so they jump into action when it happens.

he’s the one holding your hand, if you want a water birth, he’ll get in with you, reminding you how strong you are to have carried his babes for so long, he doesn’t care about the blood or anything else. as long as the baby and you are healthy. he’s seen and be through a lot of shit, birth doesn’t scare him off.

Landry

if you hid it from him

like wren, it is VERY hard to hide anything from this man, because you not only have to hide it from him, you have to hide it from the whole town. one drunk idiot with a loose tongue will have Landry at Bailey’s doorstep, demanding to speak to you about those rumors.

so if you actually managed it, congratulations! You might have a shot at working at Landry’s bar!

of course, he’ll very upset if he knows you’ve accepted drinks while pregnant. please don’t do that to this man. yes, he’s a shady asshole but he’s less of an asshole then anyone else in this town.

but when your water breaks? at his bar? he shuts down. Landry is not a doer. see, he takes pride in being able to avoid any doing and being able to sit comfortably on his wealth like a dragon. he will be practically on the verge of passing out. his hands will be shaking. but he’ll eventually get you in his car and to the hospital.

he adores you l, but, uh. this isn’t his forte. he’s ready to bolt when you’re in (semi) safe hands.

he doesn’t even put two and two together until you’re grabbing his hand, asking him, strained as you lay in the hospital bed, if he wants to stay and see his baby.

ok. Landry has officially shut down now. what.

oh. oh. it’s been a while, but he has a pretty good memory. you mean that one time when you sucked him off behind the bar all night and when he finally closed up and did you on the counter and he — oh.

or maybe it was that other time, when you surprised him in his bed, he was so turned on by the way you were able to get in without tipping him off that he — mhm. could’ve been that time.

it takes him a while to boot back up, but when he does, he’s still not fully out of shock. he just nods dumbly and follows your bed to the delivery room. he does hold your hand the whole time and cuts the cord though so ❤️. big love to Landry to being the only decent father besides Robin.

oh my god. he doesn’t think anything could be as cute as holding the new little infant in his arms. it’s adorable. and he’s honestly in love with how utterly perfect it is. its cute little nose.

he is 100% knocking you up again. give this bachelor a taste of domestic life and he’s going to keep you there.

if you didn’t hide it from him

honestly, not much changes besides Landry is a little bit more prepared for the birth.

he blacks out for about 5 minutes when you tell him. you’re sitting in front of him, at a table in his bar, long before it opens, waving your hand in front of his face worriedly when he comes to. “we’re… having a baby. a baby.” probably repeats this for another 5 minutes. it is honestly so concerning to you, but considering what this town is like, you don’t expect him to stick around. but eventually, when you’re turning to leave, he grabs your wrist, a determined look coming over his face, and he promises you that he will be the best dad he can be.

orphanage? haha sorry Bailey. PC is getting kidnapped moved to Landry’s room above the bar. he probably sells him a share of his bar in return. worth it though. he will absolutely not take no for an answer. you’re in his sight morning and night. he will drive you to school and pick you up. he makes sure you take your vitamins and eat good meals.

honestly, probably the best option to get knocked up by, despite him being a helicopter mom. man’s been a bachelor for so long that settling down actually seems… nice.

as long as you’re able to turn a blind eye to his actual source of income and ready to be under scrutiny of cops and always surrounded by shady people. 🤷‍♀️ if you don’t feel safe, he’ll do his best to make sure you do. security systems, an actual house, whatever you need.

remember that hoard I was talking about earlier? oh yeah, this dude’s got a bit of cash he can burn. skullduggery is the easiest source of high income in the game, he’s where all the money is flowing to.

he never mentions your pregnancy to anyone and probably won’t. it’s too risky in his line of work. keeps you separated from his work. and if you were selling him stolen goods before? well, that’s gotta stop. will refuse anything you bring him and demand you quit putting yourself in unnecessary danger. will lock you in his room if you don’t.

packs your hospital bags months before your due date. he’s so nervous. he uncharacteristically messes up orders and drops glasses when he’s working and the thought pops into his head. blames it on nicotine.

speaking of. chain smokes. not in the house or near you, but he does to calm himself down over the whole ordeal. needs it to stay sane. when he gets too worked up, you tell him to go have one to chill out.

wren and mickey absolutely find out and make fun of him.

when your water breaks, it’s during bar hours, of course. he won’t let you downstairs when it’s working hours so you have to call him to tell him. tells everyone to get the fuck out and considering how worked up he is, they do without any complaint.

carries you, literally bridal style, to his car.

again, an absolute wreck at the hospital. paces. won’t leave you to smoke though, you half wish he did, however, because he’s somewhat of a pain. jumping at every sound of pain you make, demanding Harper around, you can tell even Harper is annoyed.

but when it’s all done and over with, you have to almost pry the baby from his arms. tries to bottle feed it, but doesn’t get how to do it right. at least he’s trying.

hope you’re ready to be pregnant 24/7. he’s addicted :).

loves watching you breastfeed, if it's possible for you to do so.

[averagetmntfan]

Reasons why jj is the better uncle/aunt/whatever tf else u call it teehee

1.) not schnozz (/lighthearted brother dw)

2.) friendly feller :3

3.) most of the time calm (mostly…)

4.) taller then schnozz, therefore can reach better (even tho Bailey is literally like- 5’6 or smth)

5.) SHOWERS U IN GIFTS TEEHEE

6.) idk orange coded

TRYING TO SOUND THE LEAST SELF ABSORBED I CAN HERE