#but she isn’t actually just throwing stuff at the wall

[itspileofgoodthings]

I love the rhyming on ttpd. can only think of two examples currently but I know there’s more.

[withlovemark]

“how to ask your girlfriend if you’re bad at sex?”

warnings: smut! vibrator, protected sex, overstimulation, squirting

jisung! rummages through your drawers looking for your phone charger, his phone a little under 20%, when he stumbled upon a pink device, half the size of his hand, with a hello kitty top, confusion etched onto his face.

bringing it closer, he examines his new discovery. clicking on the one button he could find, the device comes to life, vibration coursing through his fingers.

he drops it in shock, finally realizing what it was before furiously shutting it off as fast as he could, every click just switching to a new beat before finally powering off and throwing it back where he found it, slamming! your drawer shut.

why the hell did you have a vibrator?

“sungie, you okay in there?,” you yell from your living room.

“y-yeah baby! just dropped my phone,” he replies quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket and doing the only thing he could think of.

—

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hypothetically…

haechan: i’m sleeping.

jisung: if u find a hypothetical hello kitty vibrator in ur girl’s hypothetical drawer, does that mean ur bad at sex…hypothetically?

haechan: im up

chenle: yes

mark: no

jisung: mark pls elaborate

chenle: fuck u how about me?

jisung: idgaf about ur opinion!

haechan: yeah! wdgaf!

chenle: k. all im saying is my girl doesn’t need a vibrator with how good my dick is

mark: don’t listen to him, think of the vibrator as your friend 🙂‍↕️

jisung: this isn’t about me! it’s hypothetical!

haechan: yeah, i agree with mark … my girl and i tried it last month and 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

mark: too much unwanted information about ur sex life but yeah same here, felt like i died and went to heaven for a split second too

haechan: omg what type of vibrator ur girl got? 😛

mark: not telling you

haechan: ☹️

chenle: real men used to go to war for pussy now they let a battery operated device beat them at sex

haechan: stfu chenle u know nothing!

mark: real men used to go to war for pussy now they’re scared once their girl touches a vibrator she’ll never need his dick again

haechan: ooooohhhh get him!

*chenle has left the gc*

haechan: dramatic ass bitch, no one add him back!

jeno: what’s happening here?

*renjun has added chenle to the gc*

mark: couldn’t even last a second 😂

haechan: renjun you traitor!

renjun: i actually don’t give a fuck!, jisung just go talk to your girlfriend about it for the love of god! and chenle stop messaging me!

chenle: just ordered a vibrator, gonna prove to yall that my girl don’t need that shit

haechan: which one did u get? u want recs? 🤓

jaemin: jisung can you ask y/n where she got her hello kitty vibrator so i can get one for my girl? 🥺

jisung: this is not about y/n!

—

he sighs in frustration, his friends were absolutely no help but he was more at ease knowing that their girlfriends had one too. taking renjun’s advice, he decides to just talk to you about it but he couldn’t find a way to do so.

he stays there on your bed googling how to ask your gf if you're bad at sex?, until his phone died, leaving him staring at the wall.

you entered the room, eyeing him suspiciously, he was supposed to be back in the living room 30 minutes ago, it doesn’t take that long to grab your charger, “you okay?” you ask.

“amibadatsex?,” he quickly blurts out, brain completely shutting down.

“what?,”

“am i bad at sex?,”

“what?! no!,”

“oh…”

“is there a reason why you’re asking this?,”

“i uhm…found your vibrator”

your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “oh my god jisung, why were you snooping through my stuff!?”

“i wasn’t! i was just looking for your charger, i swear!,” he nervously explains, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“i-i got one when you were on tour,” you confessed, cheeks still pink from this conversation.

“oh…,”

”yeah…” you look down at your feet, just wanting the ground to open up, swallow you whole and take you away from this conversation.

jisung walks over to where you were standing, gently turning your face towards him, “you don’t have to be embarrassed baby but can you please tell me why?, i don’t feel too good about it,” he reveals his insecurity and you knew you had to clear things up.

“i just- i couldn’t cum with my fingers alone anymore…i needed yours but of course that wasn’t possible so i decided to try it out”

he feels his pants tighten at your confession. the image of you getting frustrated at not being able to cum without him going straight to his cock.

“did it work?,”

“uhm yeah, it actually did….but it can never make me feel the way you do,” you admit, easing his worries.

he thinks back to what mark and haechan said. “can i try it?,”

“huh? i mean sure, i don’t know what it would feel like for you though,”

“oh my god no….can i try it on you?,”

“oh…like you’re gonna use it on me?,”

“yeah, can i play with you?,”

“oh o-okay,”

slowly you walk over, grabbing the vibrator out of your drawer and handing it to him, nerves of excitement bubbling through you.

“how does it work?,” he asks, inspecting the pink device again.

“well, it has 8 different vibrations, i usually just use the first 3, they feel the best for me and well you just place it where you would usually touch me,” you explain and he nods attentively.

“sit down,” he backs you into your bed, voice going an octave deeper and all you can do is follow his order.

sitting on the edge of your bed, jisung kneels down right in front of your core, you watch him, feeling yourself getting more turned on with every second that passes.

he pulls your shorts down, hips automatically raising up, before diving back into your clothed core, breathing in your scent and pulling your panties to the side, “you’re already so wet baby,” he praises licking a strip down your folds. there’s no way your vibrator is going to taste you before he does.

“does it turn you on knowing what i'm about to do?,”

you moan in response pussy clenching at nothing, “stop teasing sung please,”

jisung clicks the device once, the vibration hitting your ears in the quiet room, quickly pushing it on your cunt. you hiss at the first contact and he pulls it away, afraid he had hurt you, “what? what happened? are you okay?,”

“im okay sungie it was just too much too quick,” you smile, “here,” you guide him back to your pussy, “just push it lightly first, let me get used to it,” he does so, moving your vibrator in slow circles until it finally hit you at the righ spot, “ohhh, f-fuck,” you moan. jisung takes note of it, placing it there again earning another whine from you, “r-right there, baby, turn it up”

he clicks it again, the device gaining more speed before placing it back on your wet pussy, “oh my god!,” you moan, hand clutching his t-shirt, pussy clenching around air, “f-feel what im feeling baby,” you say, grabbing his other hand and leading it right to your hole. his fingers disappearing in you, “you’re so fucking tight,” he compliments in awe.

with the way he has curled his finger repetitively hitting that spot you can never seem to reach, the vibrator humming against your clit, your body gives in quicker than usual, “i-im cumming, baby i-dont stop, keep it right there,” you moan, pushing his hand harder, the added pressure finally sending you to release, back hitting your bedsheets, eyes rolling back. jisung watches in amazement, collecting the juices with his tongue making you whine.

all he could think about is if you were that tight around his finger, how would you feel around his throbbing cock.

“i need to feel you,” he makes his way over to you, soft lips landing on yours as you taste yourself in his tongue. he pushes his body on top of yours, making you feel his hard member, “you feel that baby? that’s how much i need you”

you swiftly discard his tight jeans, freeing him from his boxers, large cock springing up to his stomach. reaching for the condom in your nightstand, you place it on him, he moans at the squeeze of your hand, his rock hard boner somehow getting harder and you start getting worried. his cock was always enough to make you see stars but with the added vibrations you’re not too sure if you could take it.

you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as he lined up against your core, slowly entering you, moans mixing in the air.

“fuck jisung, y-you’re so big,”

“baby,” he grunts, rocking into you, your wet pussy making it easy for him to slide in and out.

he grabs your vibrator again, clicking it on and placing it back on your clit, pussy immediately tightening around him. he groans as you pull him closer and closer towards you, the vibration going straight to his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasps at the new sensation.

“f-feels so good sungie,” you whine against his ear, hips meeting his every thrust, getting quicker and quicker. the rest of your clothes being thrown across the room. you grab onto his back for support.

with his body against you and yours still being sensitive from your previous orgasm, jisung feels you cum hard. you were so fucking tight around his dick, it all feels too good. his lips swallow your moans as he continues his actions, desperately chasing his release.

“j-jisung” you gasp in pain, vibrator still placed firmly on your clit, but your boyfriend’s thrusts were getting messier and messier, signaling his nearing orgasm, and you wanted him to cum just as hard.

soon enough the pain turned into pleasure, a new commotion stirring up in your stomach, down to your toes. you no longer understand the feeling that’s taking over.

your vibrator has made you cum so many times before but you never felt it work with your boyfriend’s dick — this was entirely new territory.

“f-fuck, j-jisung, i’m gonna-,” you scream at the overstimulation, legs shaking, toes curling and before you knew it your pussy pushed him away, juices squirting onto his belly.

“holy shit babe,” he groans, the action sends jisung into overdrive, watching it all unfold as his release quickly fills up the condom, “aghhh,” he grunts in pleasure, body going slack on yours as you tried to calm your racing hearts.

“what just happened?,” he asks in amazement.

“i-i think i just squirted,”

“you think?”

“i think so, i-i don't know, it's never happened before,” you confess, getting embarrassed. he can’t help but smirk proudly, knowing that he was the first and only person to get you to do that.

jisung kisses you before you have the chance to hide behind your embarrassment.

“that was so. fucking. hot,” he compliments in between kisses” let’s do it again”

—

he finally finds your charger on top of your desk, his phone coming alive. in just a span of 2 hours he and his new friend have made you cum a total of 6 times, him 4, the room smelling of sex. and honestly he could go again but you have made him stop for now, body exhausted.

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hi chat

haechan: he’s alive! so how was it? tell us everything! 😏

chenle: no one cares

haechan: i care!

mark: yo dude u good? you just stopped responding

jisung: sorry, phone died

jisung: can confirm

jisung: 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

*haechan reacted 🤩 to your message*

*mark reacted 😂 to your message*

renjun: you’re welcome

chenle: just paid for expedited shipping yall better not be lying to me rn

jaemin: jisung did you ever ask y/n where she got it?

jisung: oh it’s at www.NowCummingToday.com/sanriocollab-hellokitty-vibrator

jaemin: thank you!! 😚

renjun: that can’t be a real site

jeno: holy shit they have so many options

chenle: robots are gonna take over my girls pussy and it’s your faults

haechan: ooh! try the rose toy! that one’s crazy ahaha 🤓

jisung: 🫡

mark: 🫡

jaemin: 🫡

-

an: happy bday to my baby jisung <3 (p.s. i tried to do the little smau text thing bcs those are my favorites to read but i honestly couldn’t find an app that was free plus too lazy to figure it out so sorry!…if anyone has tips pls let me know >.< )

[rose24207]

AHHH..!

Summary: Lando panics mid-stream over his girlfriend’s scream, only to find she’s overreacting to a horror game.

Genre: humor, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: ignore the title…. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt.2

Lando leaned back in his chair, his headset snug over his ears, as he focused on the intense F1 simulator race he was playing live on Twitch. Thousands of fans flooded the chat, spamming emojis and cheering him on. His tongue poked out slightly as he braked late into a sharp corner, his face scrunched in concentration.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, glancing at the mini-map. “P1 is mine—just need to nail this next sector.”

The chat exploded with messages.

"Focus, Lando!”

“Y/N would be beating you right now!”

“Y/N is streaming too, isn’t she?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I saw her go live before me. She’s probably off building another ridiculous castle in Minecraft or something. You guys know she gets way too into that stuff.”

Unbeknownst to him, you weren’t playing Minecraft. You had decided—for reasons you were already regretting—to tackle a survival horror game that was known for its relentless jump scares.

As Lando passed the final sector, his victory within reach, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

It wasn’t just any scream—it was your scream. High-pitched, panicked, and filled with the kind of terror usually reserved for an actual emergency.

“WHAT THE—” Lando flinched violently, his hands jerking the wheel as his car spun out. “Y/N?” His heart leapt into his throat as he ripped off his headset, his wide eyes darting toward the direction of your gaming setup in the next room.

The chat went into an immediate frenzy.

"WHAT WAS THAT!?”

“That sounded like Y/N!”

“BRO, GO CHECK ON HER!”

“SHE’S SCREAMING LIKE SHE’S BEING MURDERED OMG.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Lando muttered, fumbling to mute his mic. He shot out of his chair, his wheels spinning with a loud clatter as it hit the wall behind him. He bolted toward your room, heart pounding, as every worst-case scenario ran through his head.

Meanwhile, in your stream, chaos reigned.

“Oh my God, oh my God, NO!” you shrieked, your voice breaking slightly as your in-game character crouched in a dark hallway. You clutched your mouse tightly, your other hand hovering over the keyboard, ready to hit the escape key at any moment. “WHERE IS IT? WHY IS IT SO QUIET?!”

Your chat was absolutely loving it.

“This is why you don’t play horror games!”

“Headphone users are DEAD.”

“LMAO she’s about to quit.”

The silence in the game dragged on for a moment longer, heightening your nerves. You inched forward cautiously, your character’s flashlight flickering ominously.

And then, without warning, the grotesque creature you’d been dreading lunged at the screen with an ear-shattering roar.

“AAAAHHHHH!” you screamed again, throwing your hands into the air as your chair shot backward, slamming into the wall. Your headphones slid off your head and dangled around your neck as you scrambled to get away from the desk, heart racing.

“NOPE! I’M DONE! I’M DONE!” you yelled, your voice cracking as you practically launched yourself onto the couch in the corner of the room.

That’s when Lando burst into the room, his face pale and panicked. “Y/N?! What happened? Are you okay?”

You screamed again out of fright before you looked up at him from the couch, still clutching your chest. “Lando! Oh my God, you scared me!”

“I scared you?” He blinked, his gaze darting around the room. His eyes landed on your paused game, the horrifying creature frozen mid-attack on the screen. Slowly, his face twisted into a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Wait…was that scream because of… that?”

“YES!” you shouted, gesturing wildly toward the screen. “Look at it! It jumped out of nowhere!”

He stared at the screen again, squinting. “Are you serious? It’s just a…a thing with teeth! That’s not even scary!”

“Not scary? NOT SCARY?! It’s terrifying!” you exclaimed, still catching your breath. “I thought I was gonna die, Lando. Like, my soul left my body for a second.”

His lips twitched, and before you could say anything else, he burst out laughing. “Your soul—oh my God, Y/N. You screamed like someone broke into the house!”

“Well, it felt like someone did!” you retorted, your voice still a little shaky.

Both of your streams had caught up by now, and your respective chats were absolutely losing it.

“LMFAO HE BARGED IN LIKE A HERO!”

“Her scream broke the sound barrier.”

“Why is this the funniest thing ever?”

Lando walked over to your desk and leaned in toward your mic, grinning. “Chat, I need you to confirm—did she actually scream that loud over this thing?” He pointed at the screen dramatically. “Be honest.”

“Stop embarrassing me!” you groaned, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him. He caught it effortlessly, smirking.

“Oh, you’re never living this down,” he teased, sitting down in your chair and swiveling toward you. “You just gave your stream—and mine, for that matter—the greatest moment of the night.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t,” he said confidently, leaning back. “You love me. And besides, I’m your knight in shining armor. I came running when I heard you screaming for help.”

“Yeah, and then immediately started making fun of me,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

“That’s just my way of calming you down.” He shrugged innocently before turning to look at your paused game again. “Alright, let’s finish it together. I’ll keep you safe from all the big, scary monsters.”

You groaned, but a small smile crept onto your face. “Fine. But if you scream, I’m never letting you live it down.”

“Deal,” he said, smirking. “But trust me, I don’t scream.”

Fifteen minutes later, after another brutal jumpscare, Lando let out a high-pitched yell that could probably rival yours. And you? You made sure both of your streams—and all the clips—had proof.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hmma3 , @same1995, @amatswimming, @llando4norris

[perreqult]

THE ‘COUGAR TYPE’ ✶ will smith

summary: will shoots his shot with an older woman (fork found in kitchen)

word count: 1.6k

contains: drinking, swearing, cougars (me core), think that’s it

notes: written by a ‘cougar in progress’ ™. also this is unedited so don’t expect this to be good at ALL.

“Who are you staring at?” Macklin asks, searching around to find who Will’s gaze landed on. He spots you, sipping a coors light, leaning up against a wall with your friends.

“Oh God.” He mumbles, knowing exactly what Wills thinking. “Are you seriously going to go try and flirt with her?” Macklin teases, looking over to Will and laughing, placing his hand on Will’s shoulder. Will’s face flushes and pushing Macklin’s arm right off of him.

“Fuck off.” Will tells him, rolling his eyes. “You do know she’s probably just gonna tell you ‘No.’ as soon as you walk over there, right?” Macklin says, teasing him and placing his arm on him once more.

“You..You don’t know that!” He says, probably louder than he should’ve because a few people around them turn their heads for a moment.

“Okay. Sure, go shoot your shot.” Macklin jokes to him, lifting his hands up and sighs. “It’s gonna be really funny when she immediately turns you down.” Will continues to roll his eyes with every word out of Macklin’s mouth.

“Wait! I need to go get Ekky, he’ll be laughing his ass off.” He runs off, bringing his other teammate back to where Will is standing, pondering thoughts.

“Macklin, what?” Eklund says through slurred words, as Macklin clearly didn’t tell him the reason to be brought over here. “Will wants to go hit on this girl. He seriously thinks he’s got a chance.” He tell him through giggles.

“Ok, number one; don’t point at people, that’s rude, number two; who cares?” Eklund sighs out, lecturing Macklin like he’s his mother.

“Okay, but even you know he doesn’t have a chance!” He says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Who are we even talking out?” Eklund asks, looking around.

Macklin points over to you and Eklund just laughs. “Oh yeah, Macklin’s right.” He tells Will, patting him on the back.

“What?” Will practically jumps up, breaking his silence, “How do you know?” He asks, worry covering his face. “I met her a while ago, her sister does social media stuff for the team.” He says, answering his question.

“She’s older than you—” Eklund says, trying to continue but being cut off. “Okay? That doesn’t matter.” Will says defensively. “Yeah, I don’t think she’s the cougar type is all.” He replies, backing up and throwing his hands up. Macklin is having a ball as he’s laughing in the most obnoxious way he could.

“Okay I don’t really care what you guys say. Fuck off.” He sighs and pouts and pushes his drink into Macklin’s chest and makes his way over to you.

The last thing you remember is your friends making a stupid joke about some stupid movie that came out recently, disassociating from the conversation completely. You snap back into reality when you hear what sounds like a 17 year olds voice.

“Uh, hey.” Are the words that draw your attention as you look over. It’s a kid. Looks—what, 18? not this shit again. “Hey.” You give a dry response and you can see the light in his eyes practically disappear.

“Trash ass party, huh?” Hey jokes nervously, trying to save his terrible introduction. “Yeah, why are you here? You’re not dressed like a frat boy but you have the look of one.” You joke to him and jester to his outfit which isn’t the typical frat attire.

“Yeah I uhh.. I get that a lot.” He says, continuing your joke. Just by the way he acts you can tell he doesn’t get told that a lot, but he’s clearly trying to save your awkward conversation.

“So what’re you? 18? Or do you just look like a child?” You ask. He gets flustered and looks down like he’s embarrassed before he says anything. “Oh, no.. um I’m actually 20.” You seriously don’t believe him.

“Are you joking?” You laugh out. “What? No. I really am.” He sputters out, embarrassed. “Uh I have my license I’m not lying.” He tells you, fishing into his pocket and pulling out his wallet and license.

Sure enough, “WILLIAM SMITH— 3/17/2005– EYES: BLUE— HGT- 6’-0–”You’d stopped reading at that point, not caring all too much about his address.

“Your name is Will Smith?” You ask, looking up at him. “Yeah. More common of a name than you’d think.” He jokes with a nervous chuckle. He does seem genuine but you can’t help but laugh.

“That must be inconvenient.” You tease, giggling through your words. He blushes as he lets out a flustered laugh.

“Now that you’ve interrogated me about my age, think I could learn yours?” He asks, trying to be smooth but seeming like anything but that with his beet red face.

You tell him your age, name, where your from, basically everything that is included in a conversation. You do happen to notice—what look to be— his friends staring over at you.

“Those your friends?” You ask, gesturing your hand towards a brunette laughing his ass off and someone familiar— maybe you met him through your sister or something— laughing along with him.

Will whips his head back and you can’t tell he wants to rip his hair out when he sees them. “Oh.. um, yeah. They’re my friends but they act sorta weird sometimes— I’m sorry.” He says, embarrassed.

“Why don’t you bring ‘em over here? That brown haired one seems wasted. I’m dying to meet him.” You say, looking over at them both belly laughing.

“Oh, oh ok.” He tells you before darting off to go bring them over to where you’re standing. You can see him grumble something into the brunettes ear looking pretty serious.

“So um.. this is Macklin” He nudges the brunette one. “And this is Will but we just call him Ekky.” You chuckle. “Yeah, I know him. At least i think I do— ‘looks pretty familiar.”

There’s an awkward setting of silence before Macklin soon breaks it.

“So are you like a cougar or what?” Macklin asks you drunkenly, slurring it all together. Will gets even more red—if that were even possible— and elbows Macklin in the stomach. “Ekky” just laughs, spurring out some of the drink he was sipping on.

“Oh wow, that was bold.” You joke to him, acting fake surprised. He quickly replies, “Well are you?” He asks before taking another sip of his drink, probably his second or third by the way he’s acting.

“From time to time.” You answer, looking over to Will as you say it. Macklin and Eklund look like they’re trying to resist the urge to burst out into laughter when they see Will’s nervous expression.

“Macklin how about you.. go sit down or something?” He tells him, clearly just wanting him out of there. He looks like he’s about to protest but walks away slowly, rolling his eyes.

“I, will go watch him.” Eklund slurs out, pointing to Macklin, who’s stumbling around the room, confused and dazed.

“Yeah, when I said they were weird I wasn’t really lying.” Will tells you, looking back at them, Macklin waving goodbye to you.

“I mean they’re definitely funny.” You giggle out, waving back at Macklin before Eklund smacks his hand down and drags him to a couch.

“You’re pretty funny too, kid.” You point out before finishing your drink, reaching your arm around to discard it on the table behind you.

He practically explodes hearing this but try’s to keep his composure, he fails terribly, a flustered grin spreading across his face. “Cute, too” You continue, smiling at him.

Will intended to say something but the words were stuck in his throat. When he finally musters up something it’s something stupid, “Oh.. um, thanks.” He wants to die. A hot girl that thinks he’s funny just said he’s cute and that was all he could say? He squints his eyes out of embarrassment.

“This party’s lame. I’m heading home.” You say plainly, yawning, patting down your pants to make sure you had your phone.

“Oh.” He says, disappointed, trying to hide it but yet again, failing miserably.

“It’d be a little less lame if I left with your number.” You say, waiting for him to process what you just said. Just like you expected his eyes almost pop out of the sockets, and he fumbles with his pocket before pulling out his phone.

“Uh here.” He tells you as you two exchange phones, saving eachother’s contacts. “Um.. thanks.” He sputters out. He thinks that was even worse than his response to when you called him cute.

“I’ll see you around sometime, kid. Don’t let my number go to waste.” You tell him, bidding him goodbye as you walk out with your friends. He just waves, too nervous to say anything back.

“That was an all star level performance, Smitty. Didn’t know you had that in ya.” Eklund says, leaning over his shoulder behind him. “He barely even said anything!” Macklin replies, wrapping his arm around Will’s shoulder, teasing him.

“Shut up.” He just says, tired and heart still beating out of his chest, removing Macklin’s arms from his shoulder and gently shoving Ekland off of him.

12:17 PM — next day

Do you think you’d let a kid take you out on a date?

↳ is he a cute guy with blue eyes and blond curls? if so sign me up

[rhiannonsknife]

Okay okay so hear me out.

Imagine the Yellowjackets are actually at the nationals instead of the plane crashing. And Jackie desperately tries to avoid r BUT the coach puts them in the same room for whatever reason, maybe shauna and jackie were playing around too much so as punishment shauna had to switch with r.

Now that they’re both forced to be closer than usual Jackie is genuinely losing her mind and her emotions are ALL around. Maybe they hook up, maybe not. Or they have a GENUINE conversation for once, which surprises Jackie..

You can do whatever you want with that idea, it’s totally up to you

— summary: you’re secretly hooking up with your teammate at nationals. masterlist.

— warnings: implied internalized homophobia & cheating. angst. hurt/no comfort because this is how things are done here. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni.

— a/n: enough with the jackie taylor fluff, back to the filthy lesbian sex + angst. you’re welcome.

the hallway of the hotel buzzes with the usual pre-competition chaos: teammates of various different schools all across the states scurrying between rooms, the sound of laughter and last-minute pep talks echoing off the walls. nationals. the peak of everything the yellowjackets had worked for all season. your last chance to win the thing as a team before most of you graduate.

obviously, jackie should feel excited, focused, and ready to step onto that court and lead her team to victory one final time.

instead, her stomach churns, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the pressure of the next couple of days.

“switching rooms is a terrible idea,” she reasons, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glares at coach martinez.

“this is not a debate, taylor,” he replies, voice clipped. “this isn’t summer camp. you’re here to win, not distract your teammates with shipman. now get your stuff and make the swap. it’s only a weekend”

jackie glances sideways, catching your eye from where you stand a little further down the hall. you’re leaning casually against the wall, trying to act like you’re not paying attention, but she knows better. you’ve always been good at reading her, too good for her comfort. what you’re not so good at is pretending.

she can see the way you’re watching the exchange, trying to hide the obvious amusement in your gaze as jackie tries to reason with the coach.

she’s been doing her absolute best to keep her distance, to keep things simple and clean. nationals are stressful enough without throwing whatever this is into the mix. but now, thanks to shauna’s antics, the universe has decided to test her self-control all over again.

with a resigned sigh and not another look back at coach martinez, jackie grabs her bag and stalks toward her new room.

you’re barely done setting your things down when she barges past you and into the space

“hello to you too, roomie” you mutter as you close the door on your own way in.

she shoots you a look, tossing her bag onto the other bed with more force than necessary. “don’t get too comfortable,” she mutters. “this isn’t permanent”

“oh?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “didn’t realize you had the power to override coach’s orders all of a sudden”

jackie’s jaw tightens, her posture stiffening as she stands by the bed. “i don’t,” she snaps, her voice sharp. “but i’ll talk to him tomorrow and get it fixed. until then, just…stay on your side of the room”

you scoff, setting your bag down with a little more force than necessary. “stay on my side of the room? what are we? fucking twelve?”

jackie glares at you. “i’m serious,” she says, brushing past you to grab her toiletries from her bag. “i don’t want any trouble”

“trouble?” you repeat, your voice rising slightly. truthfully, you don’t mean to. but ever since you started whatever this is between you, jackie has been doing the same thing over and over: pushing you away, pretending like you don’t exist at all. she won’t even look at you in school. all you can do is watch when she’s with jeff instead, holding his hands or kissing him in the hall, for once not afraid of the affection

“you’re the one acting like this is the end of the world. it’s just one night, jackie. maybe try not making it weird for once”

jackie freezes mid-motion, her hand gripping the zipper of her duffel bag. when she turns to face you, there’s a familiar edge in her expression. “i’m making it weird?” she shoots back. “you think i want to be stuck here with you?”

the words hit harder than they should, but you refuse to let her see the sting. of course jackie taylor wouldn’t want to be caught in the same room with you if you’re not knuckle deep inside her simultaneously.

“right,” you say flatly, crossing your arms. “because it’s so awful being in the same room as me, huh? god forbid we have to actually talk like normal people”

jackie flinches at the unexpected bitterness in your tone, but she doesn’t back down either. “i’m just saying,” she starts. “this is nationals. it’s a big deal. we should be focusing on the game, not…whatever”

“whatever,” you echo, narrowing your eyes. “right. because that’s all this is to you. just some ‘whatever’”

her cheeks flush, and she glances away, busying herself with folding a stray sweatshirt. “i didn’t say that,” she mutters.

“you didn’t have to,” you reply, your voice slightly quieter now, but no less tense. “you know, for someone who’s so concerned about ‘trouble,’ you’re pretty good at creating it”

jackie’s hands still, her knuckles whitening as she grips the shirt tightly. for a moment, it looks like she might say something, but then she exhales sharply and shoves the sweatshirt away. a part of you would prefer it if she actually did. if she, for once, recognizes what you two have, rather than keeping it something shameful. something unspoken. it shouldn’t surprise you that she doesn’t.

“i’m going to take a shower,” jackie announces instead. “just…stay out of my way”

she doesn’t wait for a response before grabbing her things and heading for the door, leaving you alone in the too-quiet room. the door slams shut behind her, and you sink onto the edge of your bed, rubbing a hand over your face.

this wasn’t what you had envisioned for the nationals. you didn’t ask to be thrown into a room with jackie, but now that you are, you can’t help the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. why do you have to be punished, just because she and shauna can’t behave?

jackie has been keeping you at arm’s length for months now, barely acknowledging you outside of stolen moments behind closed doors that she won’t talk about. and now, trapped in this tiny room together, all the tension and unspoken words feel like they’re pressing down on you, endlessly heavy and suffocating.

when she finally returns, her hair damp and her face scrubbed clean, the air between you is no less charged.

she moves stiffly, avoiding your gaze as she sets her toiletries down and climbs into bed without a word. you briefly consider saying something to break the silence, but the memory of her earlier words

you think I want to be stuck here with you?

holds you back. instead, you turn off the bedside lamp and lie down on your back, the too-small room plunging into darkness.

a long time passes by in the familiar silence. it’s all it ever is with jackie: radio silence until it’s not an inconvenience for her to want you. then, you’ll have her for a couple of hours, before things go back to how they were before.

the other bed creaks softly beside you as jackie shifts, her back to you. for a second, you think she’s fallen asleep already. then you hear her sigh, low and almost inaudible.

despite everything, her sharp words, her cold demeanor, you know jackie, for better or for worse. you know she’s scared, for reasons beyond you, and conflicted. she’s trying so desperately to pretend to be something she’s not. and she would've been able to succeed with it, had it not been for you.

the silence stretches on, thick and heavy. at some point, you roll onto your side, your back to hers too, determined to get some sleep, yet to no avail. you hear it before she speaks: the faintest shift of the mattress as jackie turns.

“are you awake?” she murmurs, her voice hesitant.

you don’t answer right away, torn between wanting to keep your distance and the part of you that aches to close the gap between you. finally, you whisper, “yeah”

she falls silent for a moment, and you can almost sense her weighing whether or not to say more.

you hear movement in the dark, and you’re about to turn when the mattress dips by your legs where jackie has sat. ”i didn’t mean what i said earlier. about not wanting to be here“

you swallow hard, your heart thudding in your chest. you don’t dare to turn and look at her. “then why say it?”

jackie hesitates. you can feel her shift closer, the warmth of her body radiating against your back. a part of you wants to push her away. another, stronger and more determined part wants her endlessly closer. “because it’s easier,” she admits quietly. you force yourself to fight against the shiver that threatens to run down your back when she curls up against you, her breath warm on your shoulder blade. “it’s easier to push you away than…than deal with any of this”

her words hang in the air, and you find yourself turning to face her. the darkness between you doing nothing to hide the vulnerability in her expression from this close. this, you realize as you take in jackie’s features, is the most vulnerable she’s ever been around you.

“how do you feel?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

jackie’s gaze drops, her fingers curling into the edge of the blanket between you. “i don’t know,” she says, but the tremble in her voice betrays her. “i just know that when i’m with you, everything gets so…complicated”

you reach out, your hand brushing against hers. “it doesn’t have to be”

jackie doesn’t move, her eyes locked on yours. then, slowly, tentatively, she closes the distance between you, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s equal parts hesitation and longing.

when she finally pulls away, her forehead rests against yours, and she exhales shakily. “this doesn’t change anything,” she whispers. there she is again. the jackie you know. the jackie you will despise again in the morning. the jackie you have, unfortunately, fallen in love with months ago, long before she decided that you were worth to keep around for some occasional hook ups.

you don’t respond verbally. if this is all of her that you’ll get tonight, you will still very much take it.

jackie’s fingertips trace your cheeks as your mouths move together. you’re not even sure who has leaned in first this time, only that you’re kissing her again and that she’s kissing you back just as eagerly.

her lips are so soft against yours it’s unfair, yet they’re demanding and hungry, ravishing your mouth in a way you never dared to imagine. simultaneously, her hands are running all over you, wherever jackie can reach. frustrated with how restrictive these blankets are, she grunts and pushes them aside.

with the newfound space, she smoothly slides on top of you, your legs tangling together on the plain bedsheets.

“come here” she murmurs, closing the distance between you again. you part your lips almost immediately, giving in to all that stupid, pent-up hunger.

it’s not long after, that you try bucking your hips upward, chasing after a pressure she is not yet providing. jackie has never been one to give. you can remember the one single time where she’s actually shoved her hand down your pants. it’d been in the back of your car, from a slightly awkward angle and without much aftercare to it. but it had been, to this day, one of your best orgasms simply because it was jackie taylor’s hand that had been touching you that night. to this day, it is what you think back to when you’re alone in your room.

now, she seems oddly eager to touch you. except this time, you realize, you have time. there are no parents anywhere nearby, no jeff that could catch or overhear you. just the two of you, in the middle of the night.

maybe coach martinez had, unknowingly done you the biggest favor of your lifetime.

you bite your lip when jackie leans back to look down at you. her hair is a mess, her chest heaving with how hard she’s panting.

one tug is all it takes before she’s all over you again, caging you in between her forearms on either side of your head. you bury your hands in her hair and allow yourself to pretend that any of this is normal.

her shirt comes off first, tossed off the bed carelessly. you sit before her, hands roaming her sides, eyes glued to her chest. yours is next and jackie seems almost impatient to peel it off of you. once you’re both topless, she pushes you back into the mattress and straddles your hips.

you moan into her mouth when her bare breasts slide up against yours. eager to feel more of this, for as long as she lets you, you arch your back up against jackie. she groans softly into your mouth, the noise shooting straight between your legs.

“jackie” you manage. your fingers have, without you even noticing, wrapped around her forearms in a silent plea for her to stay this close. you only let go when she puts her mouth to the side of your neck and sucks.

well, this is new, you briefly think. jackie, for obvious reasons, never lets you mark her up at all. but you didn’t think of her as one to be into leaving hickeys. how you’ll cover them in the morning is a problem for your future self. for now, you just don’t want her to stop. whatever has gotten into her tonight, you want more of it.

“jackie” you sigh again, more urgency in your voice this time. “touch me”

she leans back from where she had her face buried in the crook of your neck. for a moment, as your hand slides from the back of her head, you think you’ve messed it all up. you’d been playing with fire from the start. and now you’ve pushed her too far, asked for too much. then, an unfamiliar determination flickers over jackie’s face, and her fingers drop down to your shorts.

“holy shit” you can’t help but mutter when she, unlike what you expected, doesn’t immediately shove her hand down past the waistline. instead, jackie pushes them all the way down your legs with your help, leaving you in your underwear. she watches as you kick them off, then turns back to face you. you do notice that she’s purposefully not looking right at you, but you don’t mind it all that much when she settles down beside you and runs her flat palm down your body.

her fingers briefly brush over your nipples but don’t waste any time to get to where you both want them the most. you’ve learned to love jackie in the quiet, stolen moments in between. you can’t miss anything you’ve never had and only the comfort of a bed and a room all to yourselves seems too luxurious to be true. you’re not going to ruin this for yourself by getting caught up in the lack of proper foreplay.

you involuntarily spread your legs wider for jackie when she reaches your underwear and you can feel her smile against the side of your neck, where she’s resting her head.

when her index finger runs over the fabric there, her mouth falls open. she must feel the wet patch of your arousal.

“you’re so-“ she gasps, just barely managing to cut herself off in time. jackie taylor doesn’t speak to you while she gets you off. she clears her throat and makes up by finally pushing your underwear aside.

you have to slam a hand over your mouth so your next-door neighbors won’t hear the sound you make when jackie circles your clit for the first time. she’s deliberate, her wrist moving in firm, clockwise circular motions.

the blankets rustle quietly as she adjusts, propping her weight down on one hand as she lingers above you and watches, then presses down harder.

your head falls back into the pillows and your jaw goes slack. to your surprise, jackie’s expression is a reflection of your own: her mouth hangs open as though she’s the one who’s getting touched, and her eyes are heavy as they study your reactions. just by the way she’s touching you, you wouldn’t know that this is only her second time doing this. she must've been attentive to the way you've been touching her during all of your past hook-ups.

you can feel how wet you’re getting -embarrassingly fast. her fingers slide over you in no time whatsoever, gathering your arousal on them before pushing it up and over your clit.

a shuddered breath falls from your lips. jackie is still watching you, alternating between your face (yet never your eyes) and where her hand is moving between your legs.

she keeps this up until you can feel her in every single nerve ending. whether jackie knows this or not, though something tells you that she does, this is not quite enough to make you cum. it’s merely enough to get you towards that edge, toeing it, yet never falling over. the pressure isn’t hard enough, the sensation too brief.

in spite of yourself, you begin to rock your hips into her hand. at this point, you’re so wet it’s dripping through your underwear. there’s no reason to hide your own desperation anymore when she can feel it herself.

“jackie-“ you gasp. it’s tortuously good.

the first time she looks into your eyes that night is when she dips her soaked finger lower and pushes it inside. the moan that you let out at this is definitely too loud for a packed hotel, but she makes no attempt to hush you.

you can feel the place where jackie's pebbled nipples press against you, every inch of exposed skin curled up with your own, and her breath fans against your earlobe. you’re half convinced you’re only imagining it when she whispers: “you like this?”

you hardly hear the words at all, drowned out by your own, mindless gasps and the sounds coming from where jackie is pounding into you; the obscenely slick noises.

she’s deep. she’s so deep inside of you, her delicate fingers pressing deeper than she’s ever been before. it’s the first time you actually feel her there and that alone is enough for your eyes to roll back in your head.

“yeah” you manage just so.

“yeah?” jackie pouts, almost mockingly, forcing them inside some more.

“oh my god” is all you can say to that.

usually, it would be you touching her. this is one of those rare occasions where the roles are reversed. where jackie gets to touch you. to fuck you, really: she's pressing her hips against you from where she’s lingering on top, draws them back as she does the same with her hand, then snaps them back immediately the moment she pumps her fingers into you. like she’s really fucking you, you think.

it briefly occurs to you that maybe, if jackie is so eager for this, you’ll have to invest in a strap so that you can fill each other up properly. then again, it would probably be too much to bring this idea up to her. you’ll consider yourself lucky if she so much as looks at you after tonight.

as soon as jackie’s third finger slips into you, you no longer bother to even try and hold your head up. she’s never fucked you like that and you’ll spend the rest of your life wishing for this feeling back.

she’s steadily pressing, curling, and exploring with three of her fingers and all you can do is chant cries of her name as you try to ride her hand.

your head falls to the side, into the pillows. a necessary but pointless try to stifle your moans.

“jackie please”

you can hear her mumbling words of “that’s it” and “take it” against your temple but it’s white noise to what you feel when her thumb finds your clit, rubbing in fast circles that match the brutal pace she’s set. even jackie is panting now. her wrists must be aching, at this rate, but she’s not stopping. you wonder if she’s as wet for you as you are for her. you know how easy it is to get her wet. so she must be, it wouldn’t surprise you if she’s stained your bed.

in the end, these aren’t the thoughts that push you over the edge. it’s jackie’s voice urging you to “cum” to “please cum for me”.

the rest of the world blurs in and out of focus and, for as long as your orgasm lasts, there’s nothing but the pleasure that explodes in your abdomen and leaves you shaking on the mattress.

you choke out a moan as it washes over you. jackie is watching you, her mouth hanging open like it only dawns upon her now that she's got this kind of effect on you.

even as the pleasure starts to fade, your thighs are still shaking. jackie is almost hesitant about lifting her hand from between your legs, though she makes a point of not looking down at your arousal on her before she wipes it off on the mattress.

“holy shit” you mutter, staring at the ceiling above and dropping the weight of your head back onto the pillows. your whole body feels ten times lighter than it did mere minutes ago.

reality sinks in soon enough though.

after another deep breath, you turn to jackie. she's still sitting on your mattress, but her bare back is turned to you. stupidly enough, you try to reach out. she senses the movement and shoots you a sharp glance, so your hand freezes mid-air, never reaching her.

“don't” the sharpness in her voice has no right to sting the way it does. you pull your hand back, uselessly dropping it onto the mattress.

“jackie...”

“i said don't" she snaps all over again. "it's better this way”

better for who? you wonder. the question burns but you force yourself to bite it back. there's no point in trying to push her further. you watch jackie reach for her discarded clothes on the floor. her movements are hurried as she pulls her shirt back over her head. like if she's frantic enough about it, it'll all go away.

“was it something i-” “no,” she immediately interrupts. with her shirt back on, she stands. “don’t make this into something it’s not”

“jackie you don’t have to-“

“this didn’t mean anything” she interjects all over again. “we shouldn’t have…it was a mistake, okay? it won’t happen again”

“a mistake?”

it’s not the first time jackie calls it that. for a ‘mistake’ she’s been coming back a surprising amount of times. yet it always comes down to this.

“i don’t want to talk about it,” she snaps, her arms cross defensively over her chest as she turns toward her bed. “we have nationals tomorrow. we need to focus”

“are you serious right now?” your voice rises slightly. “jackie, you can’t just-“

“i can,” she says firmly. “and i am”

you sit there, half naked and stunned into silence as jackie climbs into her own bed and pulls the covers up to her chin, facing the wall so you can’t see her expression. her breathing is shaky, though, and you can tell she’s trying hard to steady it.

“fine,” you say stubbornly when you realize she’s actually serious. “pretend it didn’t happen. pretend it didn’t mean anything to you”

jackie doesn’t respond.

you sit in the stillness for what feels like an eternity. as you finally settle under the covers, your back turned to her, you hear jackie’s voice:

“stay away from me. for the rest of this trip”

you swallow hard, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “got it,” you whisper.

then, you just lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of her breathing. jackie doesn’t move, and neither do you. whatever you’d hoped might come from tonight has slipped right through your fingers.

eventually, jackie’s breathing evens out, and you wonder if she’s actually asleep or just pretending. either way, you close your eyes, trying to make the hurt fade.

[palmerzy]

hii!! i love your spencer blurbs so much they're so good!! i was wondering if you could write reader riding spencer while he answers a work call and shes like teasing him and stuff?

thank you anon! hope this is okay :)

NSFW! - explicit sexual themes.

it would start with the both of you very intimately connected, your face buried in spencer’s neck as you slowly ride his cock, his head tilted back against the couch. he’s guiding your hips, brows lifted and lips parted in bliss at the sensation of your warm heat around him.

you’re both snapped out of your haze when his phone rings, buzzing away on the armrest of the couch. you’d reach over, lifting slightly off his cock to grab his phone. “hotch,” you’d grumble, handing spencer the phone expectantly, sinking back down until your pelvises meet once again.

“‘s okay, he can wait,” “need to finish this, i’ll call him back,” he’d murmur, ignoring the phone in your hand, trying to guide your hips again. you’re keeping yourself firmly planted still, though, raising your brow expectantly. “no, answer it. it’s work, it could be important.”

so he does, narrowing his eyes at you when he takes the phone, and never has he wanted to hear hotch’s voice less than he does right now, with his girlfriend’s tightness wrapped snuggly around him.

he thinks it’ll just be a call in, but it’s not, and hotch is actually trying to check up on some work spencer was assigned, asking him numerous questions. he’s is fighting the urge to roll his eyes, until his eyes roll backwards when you teasingly circle your hips around him.

the hand on your waist tightens, and he gives you a warning glare, his nose twitching. you’re not one to be overly obedient when it comes to spencer’s vain attempts at keeping you in line. you’d grin back at him, shrugging your shoulders innocently and clenching the muscles within your pussy, tightening around him.

you can see his knuckles turning white around his phone, trying to keep his voice steady as he talks to his boss, though it’s a little more meek than usual. you lean back down, lips parted against his neck, your tongue darting out across his skin as your hips slowly roll against his.

he’s trying his hardest not to let out a single sound, but the way he can feel the sensitive, swollen tip of his cock pressing against the softness of your walls has him letting out a small whimper, forgetting who’s listening in.

sure, you’re unable to hear hotch, but you know the other man heard spencer’s whimper, you can tell by the way your boyfriend’s face heats up, immediately giving his boss an excuse. “uh- yeah- mmph- just, makin’ myself coffee, spilt it. nearly burnt myself. what were you saying? you need-“

he’d cut himself off to glare at you when you lift your hips, slamming back down, and he has to bite down harshly on his bottom lip to prevent himself from moaning on the line with hotch. “-you need my case review? okay, okay, that’s doable. thanks, hotch,” he’d continue.

the call doesn’t seem to end there, though, and spencer’s eyes are practically watering as he fights the urge to just hang up so he can slam his hips back against yours. hotch’s monotone voice is droning off in one ear, whilst your tongue traces the shell of the other, and he feels like he’s got an angel and a devil on each shoulder. lord knows he’d much rather give into the devil.

you’re still bouncing your hips, slower now, but the twitch of his cock inside of you is a telltale sign that he could very much come right now, yet he’s holding back. coming technically to the sound of his boss’ voice sounds very unappealing, and he’d much rather have your sweet moans in his ear.

it’s probably another two minutes of conversation, with spencer desperately on the brink of an orgasm from your ministrations, when hotch finally hangs up. he throws the phone somewhere, aiming for the couch, but his aim isn’t the best and it lands on the hardwood floor. either way, he doesn’t care. he’s still glaring at you, desperation swarming in his eyes as he grips your hips, using all of his strength to pound back up into you, playfully giving your backside a small smack for teasing him like that!

[wingsdippedingold]

My rapid fire ACOTAR hot takes that y’all will hate:

I pray the pros don’t find this

I don’t ship Elriel or Elucien because I ship Elain with singleness and just traveling Prythian to learn about different plants and then settling down somewhere to become an apothecary. Is she aromantic and suffering from comphet in my head? You’ll never know

Nesta would not have eaten Lucien alive, I think she’d be tentative at first but then realize he’s not a threat to her then grow to enjoy his presence. They could have had a great romance that actually helped her grow as a person, unlike Nessian.

Nessian is a mutually destructive relationship. Cassian is too insecure to date someone who he thinks looks down at him. Nesta needs an emotionally supportive partner.

There was ZERO need to actively SA Feyre publicly to make her look subservient or as if she had a “claim” laid on her. The reasoning is weak, and SJM an Rhysand fans need to admit that they only defend it because they thought it was sexy, or because they self-insert and can’t make Rhysand actually look bad.

Tamlin isn’t a bad leader, but it doesn’t suit him. He’s much more of a people person than someone who would like to be removed from them and working on laws and politics.

Tamlin should be walking around the SC as they rebuild and see a woman directing townspeople on how to do so. Tamlin would admire her for being able to connect with people but also being able to govern well. They would have a romance and that woman would eventually become a lady and help Tamlin govern because she wants to make a difference and is good at that stuff. They eventually get married 💥

Canon Elain is my least favorite Archeron. I think she’s manipulative and worse than Nesta in her cabin behavior because she wasn’t upfront about it. She let Feyre think she was useless and kind, to later only throw her under the bus. Nesta is the one who went to the wall for Feyre, and Elain didn’t gaf about Nesta caring for her the second is stopped benefitting her. Elain even acknowledges all that Feyre did for them, and yet she still didn’t do anything

BUT to append to that, I totally get why she’s that way. It’s her only means of survival because since childhood she was treated as a doll with noice of her own. She can’t be upfront like Nesta because she won’t get taken seriously, so her only way to get what she wants is to manipulate people and use her niceness as a mask.

Nesta and Feyre have a closer relationship than Nesta and Elain solely because they were constantly arguing. Nesta “favored” Elain, but it was still distant, but she actively watched Feyre and treated her like a whole person even if it was poorly. I think this is also exemplified in their appearance. Feyre and Nesta look very similar, while Elain doesn’t look like them as much.

You can’t argue that Feyre’s childhood was traumatizing (it was) but then say that it had no negative effects on her development and ability to socialize.

Feyre is NOT good at reading people despite what y’all like to argue. She can barely read Nesta, a woman she’s known for 20 years.

She suffers from hubris and has a savior complex. For example, when the debtors came to cripple her father she notes that they only left after SHE cried and soiled herself. In her perspective she will always be the hero because that’s how she makes herself fell good.

Arguable my hottest take: I don’t think Nesta and Feyre had a power imbalance in the cottage to make their relationship abusive. In fact, I think Feyre held more power over Nesta, Nesta just didn’t acknowledge it/was mean so it didn’t seem like it. Feyre was their father’s favorite, was the breadwinner, and technically dictated whether they would get to eat. Feyre held control over her family’s survival, even if she didn’t want it, and they all knew this. It is specifically why Elain sucked up to her (a character know to jump to whoever has the most power at the moment and would protect her the most)

Feyre doesn’t act how she wants to, but rather as she thinks a good person would. She doesn’t want to hunt, but she does so because she thinks she has to. Many of her acts are “selfless” but are often shallow. She also thinks everyone wants to the helped the same way she would want to be.

To add to this, she doesn’t love her sisters. She doesn’t love them for who they are, but because of proximity. She even says to Nesta when trying to get her to come to solstice “but you’re my sister”

Feyre did not know love and it did not know her, and thus made her latch on to whoever gave her affection and she deemed as her own savior (Tamlin and Rhysand). Should she finally ever feel suffocated by Rhysand (though he has ensured she won’t), I wouldn’t doubt that she would run to another.

Feyre has 0 healthy relationships. ZILCH

By adulthood, Feyre’s illiteracy is no one’s fault but her own. As a child she didn’t want to ask Nesta, but she didn’t ask Elain or her father either. Even then they fell into poverty at like 9 and she still didn’t learn much so that doesn’t make sense. She refused Tamlin’s help and Rhysand literally had to force her to learn.

Rhysand’s character makes 0 sense when you consider her upbringing, family, friends, personality, and powers, and is just a product of SJM trying to write the morally grey ultimate love interest.

I’m on the fence about him being a master manipulator towards Feyre and the IC. I doubt Sarah meant for him to come off like that, but if he actually was it would be a masterful story and make his character feel more cohesive.

HOWEVER, if he was a manipulator I don’t think it would be that impressive for him to manipulate Feyre. She is naive and new to the world of fae, and she switches her opinions like night and day. She would be the perfect target. Again, this comes about from her upbringing and her own hubris.

The series should stuck to being a trilogy. Insert it drags on and makes new problems that aren’t even properly addressed

This was not rapid I fear

[witchygagirlwrites]

Wildflower-Part 5

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Wildflower)

When you get hurt on a scene Jay is forced to face the possibility of losing you.

(Disclaimer i fucking adore Hailey Upton but for this fic I had to make her the villain 🤷🏻‍♀️)

You very well wanted to throw your phone at the wall. Jay was persistent, you'd give him that. He did stop calling at least. He wouldn’t risk the phone ringing waking Leah up so instead you had at least a dozen or more unread texts on your phone.  You could see the basics of what a few said when they’d come in. “Please call me” “Please answer your phone” “Nothing she said is true” “Please don’t let her win” “Flower I’m begging you”

The fact was there was some truth to what Hailey said. Jay would never walk away from a baby,regardless of the circumstance. You were a rebound fuck, he’d only signed his divorce papers a week before he had sex with you resulting in you getting pregnant. You were an idiot for thinking Jay would ever want a future with you. You had deluded yourself into believing that there was a future there, that just because you were in love with him meant that there was a chance he may feel the same for you.  Fuck, you were in love with Jay. When did that happen? You knew you loved him. A part of you had always loved him but when had you allowed yourself to be firmly shoved into the category of being in love with him? Why had you allowed yourself to be?

You laid there staring at the ceiling. You needed to sleep. You needed to think, you needed to do anything but feel your heart ripping apart in your chest. Your babygirl needed you. You just had to avoid him, he’d move on. He had to. If you made the break clean enough maybe then he’d finally forget about you. Maybe he could find someone to have an actual family with and be free of his past once and for all.

You parked your truck behind Stella’s jeep and took a deep breath. This was what you needed. Leah was safe at daycare, you needed to get your head on straight and focusing on work was what you always did. After Mouse died, after Jay left, hell the first few months of your pregnancy. Work was your life.

You grabbed what you needed and hopped out of the truck before jogging across the street. You were about to walk into the bays but stopped when you saw Hank was standing there. Christ, was Stella getting in trouble for defending you now? 

“Don’t you dare arrest Stella. It was my fault anything happened. Charge me” you spoke as you walked up behind him. Everyone turned to look at you, a smile playing at Stella’s lips “Flower, babe he isn’t arresting anyone. He just wanted to talk to you” you looked back at Hank and he nodded “Can we take a walk outside?” Well, it couldn't hurt. You shrugged “Stel, could you get Vi to throw my stuff in my locker?” you asked, holding your bag out. “I got you” she told you as she took it and rubbed your arm soothingly. “It’s ok” she mouthed.

You turned back to Hank and waved a hand towards the outside of the station house “Lead the way Sergeant” the two of you walked outside and he turned to face you “I’m not here for Jay, I’m damn sure not here for Hailey. I’m here to make sure you and Leah are ok” you nodded “We’re fine. We’ve been fine, we’ll be fine” he smiled slightly “I know you never tried to trap Jay. Hell you hid her as long as you could” your eyes widened “You knew” “Sweetheart, I haven’t been a cop this many years by being a dumbass. Wasn’t my business to tell. That’s why I’ve just helped where I could and kept my nose out of it. Upton crossed some lines when she bought a child into her issues with you and Jay and when she threw Mouse in your face”

“Jay never cheated on her Hank” you whispered and he nodded “I figured as much” you raised your eyes to meet his “If she hadn’t brought Leah and Mouse into it I wouldn’t even have been that pissed because I could kind of see her point of view. I could have empathy” he shrugged “That speaks to the type of person you are, the type of person Leah will be because of you” you smiled slightly “Thank you” he nodded “I’d like to think if I had a daughter she’d be a little like you”  he looked back at the station house “Maybe not a damn firefighter but still” you grinned “Well never could tell Hank, she may have taste” he shook his head with a laugh “I gotta get to work but I just wanted to check in. If you or Leah need anything you know my number. Nothing to do with Jay” you nodded “Thank you”

Jay pulled up to the coffee shop. Governor Hernandez’s meetings were pushed back to ten which meant her security team didn’t have to be at her house until eight. He still had a little time. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his texts to you hoping to just see a single read receipt in them. When there was none he sighed and sent another I miss you. I miss Leah

He didn’t care if he sounded pathetic, he didn’t care if he was begging. If it got you to talk to him, To listen to him instead of someone who was so angry that he’d walked away from her instead of staying in a relationship that was leading nowhere but to an implosion for them both then he didn’t care. He just needed five minutes, just five damn minutes.

He grabbed his wallet and slipped it into his hip pocket before climbing out of his truck. Maybe he’d feel slightly less numb with some coffee in him. That was a false hope. He wouldn’t feel better until he laid eyes on you and Leah again.

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He walked into the coffee shop and headed for the line, groaning under his breath when he spotted Hailey a couple people ahead of him. Please god don’t let her notice him. He was not doing this today. She’d already cost him everything. He wasn’t playing any false niceties. 

The line started moving up, more people coming in so he just paid attention to his phone. He started scrolling through what photos he had of you and Leah. That could keep his mind off anything. He was hoping she’d just go right by. That hope was squashed when he heard her voice say his name. He cut his eyes up and she was standing in front of him, holding out a cup of coffee “I got your favorite” 

He raised an eyebrow “I don’t want a damn thing from you” “C’mon Jay, Flower isn’t around. You don’t have to act like that” he shook his head, a laugh falling from him that was anything but humorous “What the hell happened to you Hailey? Are you really that fucking deluded?” 

She snatched her hand back like he’d burnt her “What? Like you wanted to live happily ever after with her? You slept with her a week after we filed for divorce Jay. That screams rebound and besides she says that baby is yours how can you be certain?”

He turned around to leave “You know? Fuck coffee. Governor Hernandez has a keurig she lets us use” but Hailey followed him “Oh come on Jay! What is the issue?” he spun around, knocking both cups of coffee out of her hand and not caring. He was certain everyone in the coffee shop was staring and probably a few people on the street but it wasn't like she cared when she came for you.

“What is my issue Hailey? What is my issue? You came after my child! My daughter!” every head that wasn’t turned towards them did at that. “Jay..” she tried but he cut her off “No, you listen. You didn’t give Flower a chance to talk. You don’t get one. You attacked the woman I love and yes I love her, I’m in love with her. She has been my best friend for years. She knows me better than my own brother does. She was there for me at every high, every low. She had my back. She supported me! Our marriage would’ve ended a lot sooner if it wasn’t for her so you need to get it out of your fucking head that she had anything to do with our divorce. That was all us! As for her being a rebound? I went to tell her goodbye because I knew I couldn’t leave without laying eyes on her because even then I had already faced the fact that I was in love with her. The way I feel about her has nothing to do with Leah because I chose to not extend my contract to come home to try to get Flower to get me a chance long before I knew about Leah. Was I happy to find out I had a daughter with the woman who owns my heart? Yeah. I was over the fucking moon. Was I heartbroken to find out the hell she went through to try to protect me? I would personally tear through every son of a bitch that put her name in their mouth if I had a choice. Then for you to say everything you said to her and to throw our dead best friend in her face? That was the lowest of the lows. If you come anywhere near her or my daughter again, don’t forget I work for the Governor and know a lot of your dirty little secrets. Hurt my girls and I’ll have nothing left to lose”

He turned and stormed out of the coffee shop hearing the crowd murmuring but he could’ve given a damn less. Fuck the coffee, he was pissed off enough to not need any caffeine.

“WAREHOUSE FIRE. CORNER OF FIFTEENTH AND SYCAMORE. VICTIMS TRAPPED INSIDE”

Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran to the bays, suiting up and hopping into the trucks. You slid in next to Capp and Tony who was riding for Cruz today as Kelly pulled out onto the road between Matt and Sylvie. You adjusted your jacket as he went around a corner, “Helluva day for Joe to take off” you laughed and Kelly nodded “Isn’t it?”

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You stared up at the warehouse after gearing up. Two stories and a basement. This should be fun. “Alright Lieutenant, who’s headed where?” you asked and Kelly nodded “Capp with Flower, Tony, you’re with me. Let’s go” 

You slid your mask on and popped Capp on the chest “Let’s get it” he shook his head “You’re always eager because heat rises and you’re so damn short, it’s still cool down there” you cut your eyes at him with a smirk that was hidden by the mask as the two of you headed inside.

The heat and smoke was nearly blinding the moment you were inside the building but nothing you weren’t used to. “Take the south stairwell, we got the north” Kelly told you and you nodded. “See you on the other side” as the four of you parted ways.

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Jay loved and hated being head of security. He loved it because well the pay was better and he wasn’t really having to answer to a lot of people. He hated it because if there were any changes to the Governor's schedule he had to handle it. 

He had just gotten out of her last meeting and was headed to grab lunch before the next. He turned onto sycamore and was stopped by firetrucks and ambulances blocking the road. The furniture warehouse was ablaze.  He spotted squad three amongst them and pulled over just outside the barrier and parked. Maybe at least he’d get to see you and know you were ok?

He climbed out of his truck, watching the scene around him. The days in intelligence trained him not to get in the way of firefighters, well that and you yelling at him over it. He felt a small smile slip onto his face at the thought of you hollering “FOR CHRIST’S SAKE HALSTEAD! MOVE”

There was a steady stream of uniformed bodies moving around, other ambulances rolling out. He hadn’t spotted you yet. He walked closer to the triage tent and had just spotted Violet when he heard her radio fuzz to life. His heart stopped when Kelly’s voice came across it “MAYDAY MAYDAY. FLOWER IS DOWN”

He moved to go towards the building, what the hell was in his head to do he wasn’t sure but Kelly didn’t call a mayday for no reason. The uniforms tried to stop him. “You can’t go past this line” he glared at them “Fucking move” “Halstead!” Boden’s voice rang out and he stopped fighting to look back at the fire chief who was looking at the front of the warehouse. His head slowly turned and everything stopped in that moment.

The noise, the heat of the still burning fire. Nothing mattered, nothing existed outside of Kelly coming out of that warehouse carrying your still form in his arms. You lay limply, blood oozing down the side of your face.

“No no no no” His voice sounded broken, even to his own ears. Kelly ran to the gurney where Stella, Violet and Sylvie were waiting and that’s when he knew it was bad. Kelly wouldn’t have risked jostling you. He shoved the officers off of him to get to the ambulance and saw Kelly’s hands shake when he took your helmet off. There was blood just pooling in your hair. 

“Get her loaded. Her pulse is there but it's weak. Her chest cavity is filling with fluid. We gotta get her to med now” Stella ordered and Jay was forced to watch helplessly as you were loaded onto the ambulance. The last thing he saw before the doors slammed shut was Violet cutting your shirt off and the fact that your abdomen was already bruising.

Sylvie ran to the driver’s seat and peeled away. He turned towards Kelly “What happened?” Kelly finally looked from the back of the ambulance to him “Oh now you fucking care?” His fear turned into anger in that moment “You son of a bitch I’ve always cared! You’re her lieutenant! Where were you!” Kelly faced him toe to toe “Oh that’s rich coming from you”

Before either of them could say anything else Matt and Carver were there separating them. Matt looked from one man to the other  “Back off. Boden is getting another house to finish up here so we can go to med. This shit though is not helping her” Kelly glared at him then shook his head and walked away.

 No one was telling Jay anything. He wasn’t your husband, wasn’t your emergency contact. Legally they couldn’t really tell him anything. Will would in time but he was one of the doctors that caught your case.

No one from fifty one would talk to him, he couldn’t blame them after that shit Hailey pulled but he wanted to know something. He’d seen Stella, Violet and Sylvie. The way they’d scrubbed their hands until they were pink just to ensure none of your blood was drying on them, the hollow look in all three women’s eyes and how they clung to their respective partners. It was bad, he knew it was. His heart was telling him it was.

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The only reason he hadn’t completely allowed himself to break was the thought of Leah. Your beautiful baby girl that looked so much like you except for his eyes. “Kelly” he spoke, walking over to the other man who glared at him “What do you want?” he raised his hands up defensively “I’m just asking about Leah, man. Who is gonna get her from daycare?” 

Kelly scoffed “Why, you thinking you’re gonna pick her up? Play daddy?” Jay shrugged “I didn’t know who would pick her up” Kelly stood up “Why do you think Stella left with Sylvie and Matt? She went to pick her up so she can go home with those two until we leave here then Leah will be coming home with us”

“What?” Jay asked, a little thrown back. What did Kelly mean by that? “Jay, legally you’re nothing to her. Stella and I are her guardians should Flower become incapacitated so until the time her mother wakes up she will be with the people her mother trusted her with”  “Can I see Leah before you take her home?” he asked and Kelly shook his head “No, Flower hadn’t let you see her since the picnic. We’re not going against that”

“So if she doesn’t wake up? Do I lose them both?” he asked, trying to swallow the tears threatening. Kelly lifted one shoulder and let it fall “I’m sorry man but Flower is family. I’ve got to do what’s best for her and where you’re concerned she’s heartbroken. I know now isn’t the time for you to hear this but I’m not one for sugar coating either”

Jay just turned and walked back over to his half of the waiting room. He didn’t bother with one of the chairs and just slid down the wall to sit with his knees folded. He was going to lose you both. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Fuck, he was going to lose you both.

A couple hours had passed and the only update was that you’d made it out of surgery alive. You’d suffered multiple rib fractures, they’d punctured one of your lungs causing it to fill with blood and other fluid. They’d repaired and reinflated it. You had a severe concussion and had a couple stitches in your scalp along with a sprained wrist.

From what he could catch of Capp talking to everyone else, you’d been helping a woman out of the upper story of the warehouse when you realized the stairs were going. You managed to get her down safely but they collapsed before you could. Two sets of stairs had come down on top of you. It was a miracle you’d made it out with what injuries you had and it wasn’t just a recovery. That didn’t help Jay’s heart.

“Hey man” he heard Cruz and cut his eyes at him as the other man sat on the floor next to him “How come you’re talking to me? Every other member of fifty one hates my guts” he shrugged “I heard what you told Hailey” he raised an eyebrow “How’d you hear that?” “I was there, few people back” he scoffed “Yeah, well she had it coming” Cruz bumped his shoulder against Jay’s “She’s strong man. We both know that and she loves that babygirl you and her got. She’s coming back to her and you”

Jay half smiled “As long as she just comes back to Leah. She can hate me the rest of my life as long as she’s alive to do so” 

“JOE!” Kelly’s voice made both of their heads snatch around. Kelly motioned between them and Cruz shrugged “Naw Sev. He spoke his piece to Upton over her. He didn’t even know I was there. He loves Flower like you love Stella”

Kelly’s face softened just a bit, he stood to walk over. Stella had finally gone home to be with Leah and Shay. Sylvie and Matt had gone home to be with Julia. Violet was half asleep next to Carver. 

“Halstead?” he asked and Jay stood up, he wasn’t sitting there and having to crane his neck to look up at Kelly “What?” “What did you say to Upton?” Jay shrugged “Look man I didn’t say anything for a crowd. I said it because it needed to be said. I love Flower, I’ve been in love with her. She wasn’t a rebound. She’s my best friend and has been my everything even before I found out we had a babygirl. I came home for her. She could wake up, call me in her room just to slap me and tell me she hates me then turn around and tell me she needs help and I’ll be right there. She owns my heart and always will”

Kelly cut his eyes at Cruz “She get embarrassed like she did our girl?” Cruz nodded “Oh yeah. The entire coffee shop shamed her, fairly certain she’s banned from it” Kelly nodded then looked back at Jay “Man, I’m sorry for how we’ve treated you but..” Jay cut him off “Don’t apologize. I’m glad that she has all of you. She was never alone”

The three men went to sit together to wait to hear more news about you, all of them just hoping you'd wake up soon.

Part 6

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[everettswritings]

Could i get some lee!mystic flour content? She's too stoic for her own good, she needs to laugh!!

Either that or ler!choco werehound brute and lee!reader? I haven't seen any tk stuff with him- just pick your favorite out of those

(Congrats on surviving the SATs! Don't work yourself too hard!)

Of course! And you’re right, there isn’t much Choco Werehound Brute content- which I think is absurd. She’s actually a really well written character when you get past the uncomfortable jokes about her name DevSisters likes to throw in everywhere, and all the other stuff. I dunno, I feel like they just treat her weird. Anywho! Enjoy! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

You were sitting outside the Dark Castle, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky as the evening was beginning to descend on the wild lands of Beast-Yeast. It was nice getting moments of peace like this every now and then. Sometimes it felt impossible to get away from the chaos of your fellow Cookies of Darkness, so it felt all the more relieving to drink in whatever silence befell you. You heard a couple footsteps behind you, then watched from the corner of your eye as Choco Werehound Brute sat beside you.

“Sorry if I’m bothering you.” She said, sighing, “Licorice Cookie and Bat-Cat were being pains… agains.”.

You shrugged, not bothered at all, “It’s alright. I get it.”. You both fell silent again, soaking up the atmosphere once more and getting lost in the sights of the skies turning a dreamy orange. You then felt Choco Werehound Brute moving to sit a little closer to you, nudging you, “Do you ever cloud-gaze?” She inquired. You nodded in response, pointing out a fluffy pink cloud high above, “That one looks like a hat.” You said.

You both started taking turns, pointing out different clouds and stating what you thought they looked like. Naturally, Choco Werehound Brute’s thinking was a little more set on violence than yours.

“That one’s a wall of spikes!” She exclaimed, “That right there’s a cherry bomb!”, her paw then lingered on a particularly large cloud “Oho, that! That’s a hammer!”. You rolled your eyes a little, trying to stifle a chuckle erupting from your mouth, “Is that all you think about? Brute force?” You teased lightheartedly. The Werehound rolled her eyes, giving you a shove, “Yeah! And what about it, little cookie?” She dared. You shrugged, not really answering her- mostly because you didn’t have one. However, she took that as a challenge.

“Giving me the silent treatment, eh?” She moved closer, “How about THIS for silence?!” She grabbed you, pulling you into her fluffy chest and roughly scribbling all over your midsection. You gasped and bursted into an explosion of giggles! “Hahahahahaha! Hahaha! C-Choco!! Stop!” You managed to get out before erupting into even more laughter, sinking into her grasp without any way of fighting it. “D’awww? Giving up already, little cookie?” She gave you a wide, toothy grin and doubled down, now raking her paws up and down your tummy relentlessly.

You squealed, your face turning hot and rosy as the attack persisted. “Nohoho! Quit! Hahahahaha! Hehehahahaha! Hahahaha!” You kept laughing and laughing, considering there was not much else you could do in this situation. Choco Werehound Brute’s smile got wider as she watched you squirm and turn redder than a bowl of cherries. It was cute! She wouldn’t say that out loud, though. You’d catch her crumbled before she said anything like that to anyone!

“Brute, attack!” She howled, diving in to start nibbling at your neck and shoulders, making you laugh and squirm all that much harder. “ENOHOHOHOUGH!” You pleaded “I’M SORRYYYY! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!” You started to wheeze between laughs, struggling to breathe as the tickling just kept persisting. Would she give up, though? Nope! “Sorry about what, eh?” She egged on, now scratching at your sides and pinching whatever loose dough was in her grasp.

You frantically wracked your brain for whatever you had to apologize for, already forgetting about the whole “silent treatment” thing. The clock was ticking as you pondered, or at least tried to, as you felt her paws creeping upwards to your ribs. She laughed alongside you as she watched you start thrashing even more. The answer finally dawned on you, though.

“S-Silent! Hahahahaha! Sorry! The sihihilent treatment!” You felt tears starting to prick at your eyes from laughing so much, and that was when the brute let you go. You breathed a huge sigh of relief, hungrily pulling as much air into your lungs as possible. “That’s better. Now are ya gonna give me a hard time, or are ya gonna watch the clouds with me?” She asked, poising her paws to strike again, “T-The latter.” You answered quickly. She nodded, turning her chin back up to the sky.

You sat like that for a while, watching day transform into night. Looking up into the deep blues and watching as the stars slowly peaked out around the clouds and the moon took the sun’s place. It was nice.

the end

Agh! This is my first time writing for Choco Werehound Brute, so I really hope I did her some justice with characterization and stuff. And don’t worry about the former half of your request, I’m most certainly gonna be writing for Mystic Flour soon! Have a good one 🫶

[flemingsfreckles]

Puppy Love

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: you come home to a surprise from your girlfriend

Warnings: none

WC: 1.3k

A/N: here’s a very short blurb a wrote based off the middle photo of Jessie with the puppy. I’m in the process of working on 3 other fics that are multi part (better boyfriend is one, the other two are stuff that isn’t out yet) those just take a while so I’m taking time to write some small short stuff as well because it prevents my writers block from showing up.

“Oh no come back here with that” you hear your girlfriend yell at someone or something as you walk in the door. You set your keys down and begin to take off your shoes when you feel a warm soft body against the back of your leg. Turning around you see a small brown puppy standing looking up at you, one of your shirts hanging from its mouth.

Only a second later your girlfriend comes flying around the corner into the entryway, nearly slipping with the combination of her speed, her socks, and the tile flooring. She catches herself against the wall and looks up at you with huge eyes.

Jessie looks frazzled in every way. Her hair is sticking out in every direction, her cheeks are bright red as if she’d just been to training, she’s wearing only shorts and a sports bra. You can see a couple red nail scratches across her arms and she’s breathing heavily.

“Jessie.” It doesn’t take long for you to make the assumption that your girlfriend had brought home a puppy.

“Hi.” She gives you a tight lipped smile, just looking up at you before the puppy takes off running again, through your legs and off toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god” you hear Jessie mutter and she turns and chases after it. You’re not even sure if you should follow, still processing the scene that you came home to.

You take a few steps in the direction that Jessie ran off in and see her coming back toward you, a wiggling puppy in her arms. Your shirt now in her hand. She holds the puppy out to you, holding it under its arms like a small baby.

“Hold her.” You don’t have much of a choice so you put your arms out and take the puppy from her. The puppy is small and a little ball of fur in your arms, for a split second you forget that you should be questioning your girlfriend about what is going on. Jessie throws on the shirt the puppy had stolen and holds her arms out to take her back. You hand her back and you two just stand looking at each other, the puppy whining to be put down.

“Jessie, why is there a puppy in our house?”

“She needed a home.” She gives you a quick glance before her attention is redirected to the dog.

“So what? You thought ours was a good option?” You feel your voice raise slightly, you really weren’t mad, just more confused at the impulsive decision Jessie made, and a little frustrated that she hadn’t checked in with you before she brought home a huge responsibility.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Come on babe we’ve thought about it a couple of times.”

She wasn’t wrong the two of you had thought about adopting a dog on a couple occasions now that you lived together, you both wanted one but you never followed through in the process of actually picking out a dog. Something always got in the way.

“The dog came from Niamh’s neighbor, their dog had a bunch of puppies. The rest got adopted but no one wanted her because of her ear.” She holds the dog's ear up for you to see, but it was missing a large portion of it.

“It’s not her fault she was born like that. How could no one want her?” It looks like your girlfriend is on the verge of tears looking at the puppy’s face. “I know I should have asked babe but I didn’t. I’m sorry for that. She’s already house broken and can walk on a leash. Can we keep her please?”

You didn’t have a good reason to say no. You both wanted a dog, you were ready for the responsibility and you couldn’t help but admit how cute it was to see Jessie playing with her. She was poking its nose with her own, the dog trying to lick her face every time she leaned it.

“Sure Jess, we can keep her.”

“Yay! Did you hear that, you can stay.” She is back looking at the dog in her arms, talking to it as if she could understand. The dog just wiggles around, excited by the attention from Jessie not her actual words.

“I haven’t named her yet, I wanted to wait for you.” She sets down the dog and leans toward you, lips pursed waiting for a kiss. You lean in to place your lips to hers, giving her a quick kiss. It’s short and sweet, a nice welcome home.

“When did you have time to pick her up?” You point at the dog who has run over to the doorway and is rolling around on the rug scratching her back.

“After training, I went with Niamh, then we went to the store and bought all the things for her.” She points over to the pile of toys, a bag of food, two bowls, and a crate. You just nod. “She might want to go outside. She goes by the door when she needs to go. She’s so smart. Do you want to join us on a short walk?”

“Sure babe.” Jessie hurries over to where the puppy was rolling, grabbing the leash and harness that had been hung neatly next to both of your keys.

It’s warm out, the sun is just starting to set as you start your first walk with just the three of you as a small family. You walk for a couple minutes before the unnamed puppy starts sitting down, every couple of steps, bored of walking she sits and chomps at the grass.

“Come here.” Jessie says in a high pitched tone, the same tone she used earlier to talk to the puppy. She picks up the dog once again.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Her little legs are probably tired. She’s had a busy day.” You couldn’t help but smile, looking at your girlfriend grinning ear to ear as she held the puppy in her arms. She looks so content with the ball of fur. She carries her for the rest of the walk, letting the puppy lightly bounce in her arms as she walks alongside you.

You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the puppy who you both agreed to name Maple both after her color and because you shot down Jessie’s original idea of naming her Moose but you refused to name the dog after another animal. Early into the night Maple found her own way into the large crate Jessie had bought and lined it with a bed and blankets.

“Look, she's sleeping.” You point out to Jessie as you both were standing in the kitchen waiting on a bag of popcorn to be ready. Jessie looks over to where Maple was, sound asleep in the pile of blankets.

“She’s so cute.”

“I cannot believe you brought home a dog.” You truly were shocked when you walked in the door earlier that day, the last thing you were expecting was a puppy.

“I know, I was a little worried you’d be mad.”

“How could I be when I had her cute face and your cute face both giving me puppy eyes?” You gently grab Jessie’s chin and place a kiss on her lips.

“Plus it’s good practice for when we have kids.” Jessie says when you pull away from her. The thought of having kids with her sends a flutter to your stomach. You knew it wouldn’t be soon, but in the future it was definitely something you both had talked about and wanted.

“Yeah it is but you better not bring home any kids without telling me first.”

[ash5monster01]

Hello Darling 🩷Could you do an imagine with Charlie Dalton x plus size reader where the reader feels insecure about her weight and Charlie shows her how perfect she is to him if you know what I mean 😉. (If you don't write smut or just feel uncomfortable don't do it it is fine. Just do him being comforting)Thank you so much and have a nice day 🩷🩷

Just The Way You Are

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x PlusSize!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, foreplay, nudity, language, minor angst, self deprecation, use of the word fat, mentions of bullying, fluff

Summary: Being a bigger girl was already hard enough, when the college hot shot starts to take interest in you, you think it’s a joke. Charlie proves to you it isn’t.

word count: 2k

Masterlist

“Please go away” you beg, eyeing the brunette boy who had purposely thrown his frisbee your way at least ten times. The quad was large enough for everyone and yet the annoying and overly cocky boy from your English class found it funny to nearly hit you each time. You wanted to rip the dam beret off his head and throw it up in the tree you leaned against.

“Sorry doll, it’s an accident” he says giving you a sickly sweet smile as he retrieves the item once again. He’s joined by two other boys who were smug faces like they know he was doing this on purpose.

“Sure” you scowl, collecting your books and stacking them in your lap. That’s when his face falls, actually realizing he had upset you. It takes a few moments to collect everything and even then you stand awkwardly as you try to balance it all.

“I’ll be right back guys” he calls out to his friends, throwing the frisbee with actual skill their way before turning his attention back to you. He doesn’t even give you a choice as he scoops half the stack of books out of your arms. “I’ll walk you”

“It’s fine, you really don’t have to” but he’s already starting to the dorms with stuff you can’t finish your assignments without. Groaning you shuffle along behind him, doing your best to keep up.

You couldn’t really explain Charlie’s interest in you. It was already tough enough being the weird fat girl on campus. The other girls whispered mean things about you in the halls and rounds of laughter came from boys when you passed by. You had planned to keep your head down and graduate, that is until you met Charlie. The brunette boy with mischievous eyes and a daunting grin who had a will to drive you up a wall. You had thought it was to make fun of your size but so far he was the only boy in this school to have never brought it up.

“Are you trying to push my buttons?” you ask as you join his side and this time he gives you an earnest smile, head looking down to eye you.

“Can’t I just do something nice without you accusing me?” he asks and you roll your eyes, fearing anyone in this school was everything but nice towards you.

“I just don’t understand your constant need to be in my face all the time. I’m just trying to get through school like everyone else” you say as you reach the girls dorm hall. Charlie’s following you now and that’s when you realizes you had absentmindedly guided him to your home base. The only safe haven on this entire campus.

“I thought I was being obvious” Charlie says once you reach your door, noting how you have a single. You use your elbow to push the handle down and open the room up to you both. He happily follows you in.

“Obvious about what?” you ask as you drop your stuff onto your desk. Charlie sets his half of the pile on top of it before propping his hands on his hips and looking you up and down. Just the idea of him checking you out has your body lighting up with nerves.

“I’m flirting with you doll” he says like it’s the most natural thing. The confession has you choking on air, gaping at him like what he had just said was absurd. To you it was.

“This isn’t kindergarten Charlie. You don’t pull a girls hair or call her names to get her attention. You do not like me like that” you inform him, shaking your head and trying to calm the panic that swells in your chest.

“Well forgive me but I went to an all boys school. The only flirting knowledge I do have comes from the playground. That’s not for you to decide if I like you or not” he defends, eyebrows furrowed and looking more serious than you’ve ever seen him. Suddenly it’s hard to look him in the eye.

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is but I don’t want to hear it. Go find another girl to throw your frisbee at” you say, trying to usher him out the door but he holds his ground, unmoving as he looks at you.

“Why is this so hard for you to comprehend?” he asks and you gasp, face flushing as you realize he’s just called you out on something you have no interest in explaining. Yet you have no where to go.

“I’m not the kind of girl you flirt with. If you haven’t noticed I’m fat and everyone else on this campus acts accordingly. I suggest you do the same and leave me alone” something flashes behind Charlie’s eyes, something you don’t recognize as he looks at you with something different than sympathy. Had it been sympathy you would’ve shoved him out the door.

“Doll you are not fat, please don’t say that. You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen a girl like you in my life. I didn’t even know what to do with myself around you so I just started acting like an ass” the admission is paired with a look in his eyes that convey adoration. Something you had never seen directed at you before.

“This isn’t funny Charlie, you don’t have to pretend for my sake. Let’s just let this go and pretend it never happened” you go to shove him out the door again but his hands lock around your wrists, holding you in place until the only thing you can do is look him in the eye.

“You have the most beautiful eyes. Every time I look at them I feel like I’m lost as sea, drowning in the color until there’s nothing left of me. Your smile is astounding, it freezes me in place every time I see it. I spend my nights dreaming that one day you’d direct it towards me” you’re silent as he says this, the words washing over you like the tide dragging you out to sea. You had never heard anyone speak about you like that.

“What else?” you whisper and Charlie grins when he realizes he has really caught your attention now.

“I have to try not to get dizzy when I smell your shampoo. The scent of you intoxicates me and I dream of my clothes smelling like you too. You’re also so funny it hurts. I never thought it possible to meet someone I found funnier than me. Paired with your body-” he’s cut short by the soft shake of your head, him having lost you after his small spiel.

“Nothing to say about my body” you try to pull away but he holds you in place. Eyes piercing your own in hope his next words will resonate with you.

“Your body is different than any I have ever seen. I trace your curves with my eyes everyday, wondering what it would be like for my hands to travel the hills of your breasts to the dip of your waist. Even just the sight of your ass has me dreaming about how plush it must be. The expanse of your neck when you wear your hair up makes me drool. Everything about you is soft and I want to cover myself entirely in your warmth” you suck in a sharp breath, not expecting the honest words that had come from the boy. Words that had made the curves and size of your body to sound so beautiful.

“I don’t know what to say?” you tell him, unsure if you want to cry happy tears or hug him for uplifting you in a way you never had been before.

“Then just let me show you” he says and your eyebrows draw together, confused as to what he means until his hand brushes your hair behind your shoulder and glides across your bare skin. Fingers tugging the neckline of your blouse and pulling it away slowly.

“Oh” you blab out like a fool, his eyes asking you for permission that you grant with the nod of your head. Every part of you is screaming not to but the way he looks at you is enough to have your fingers fumbling with the buttons of the silk material.

Charlie’s hands make home on your waist as you continue, the top opening more and more to reveal the white lace bra underneath. Charlie’s throat goes dry before helping you shrug the material off your shoulders. Next is the zipper of your skirt that he’s happy to assist with. It takes only moments for it to fall and pool around your feet. In front of him you stand in only your undergarments and Charlie can’t tear his eyes away.

As you sit there fearing the largeness of your arms and the plump of your stomach he feels as if he’s reached heaven looking at you. You were a real woman, the kind of girl that only he could handle. He wasn’t sure if it would be to forward to ask for you to suffocate him. Either way he’s sure no air would ever return to his lungs if he doesn’t kiss you right now.

“Doll, can I take care of you?” and the desperate whine from your lips is confirmation enough for him to seal his against your own. He swallows the sound and locks it in his heart forever, tongue dipping in to taste you as his fingers find the clasp of your bra. You reach out for him, hands grabbing his shoulders and tugging his hair as the straps come loose. You only let go for him to pull it off of you.

“Wow” is all he says as he pulls back and takes in the sight of you. All those years of stealing his Dads playboys to finally see a pair of breasts that could easily be in the magazine in person. As a man possessed he reaches out, cupping you in his hands, squeezing softly and unable to hide the hard on anymore.

“Charlie” you say in a plea, unsure what you’re begging for as he gropes you softly, nipples pebbling under his palms.

“I know baby, I know” and then his mouth was latched around your nipple, sucking softly as he pinched the other. Unable to stop the moan you let out your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. You’ve made a mess in your panties and if you had known what this was going to turn into you would’ve yelled at him sooner.

“Feels so good” you cry as he switches to your other breast, hand now nudging your panties down. It should be unfair that he was still fully clothed.

“Lay down” he orders and you obey, sprawling out on your bed as he tugs his own shirt over his head, knocking the beret off in the process. You watched shamelessly as he removes all articles of clothing until his length is brushing along his lower abdomen. You swear you already feel him as heat pools in your stomach.

“I’m gonna show you just how gorgeous you are” he says crawling above your form and you grin, trying not to whimper when his length brushes along your inner thigh. It’s then he smiles wide at you, looking like a simple boy.

“What?” you can’t help but ask, the smile still etched across your face and Charlie shakes his head lightly.

“Nothing, it’s just you finally smiled at me” and the sentiment makes you blush. Your red cheeks earn you a soft kiss, his hand trailing from your shoulder over your breast, down the expanse of your stomach, and inching closer and closer to the spot between your legs. It’s then you swear to always take Charlie for his word again.

“Keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll smile at you forever”

[redflagshipwriter]

Nest Swap 9

masterpost

Having a mission changed everything. 

Tim took full advantage of his new knowledge of the holy manuals. The first rule that he took to heart was that he was meant to be armed. Of course! It made sense.

Unfortunately, he was also not meant to take any weapon onto the field that he hadn’t trained with. Tim thought hard for a while whether or not a suburban house counted as ‘in the field’, but it seemed like he should pay lip service to Batman’s rule. So he got some sharp things that seemed interesting and spent some time throwing them at a target. They kind of looked like Batarangs, but… different. 

“I don’t think bats change shape in the next ten years or so,” Tim muttered. He gave another half hearted throw. The thing dinged off the wall below his target. “So this isn’t meant to be a bat shape. Did Batman rebrand to the Birdman and no one fixed his wiki page yet? Is this a parallel universe and not my actual future?”

It occurred to him that it might be a bird because of Robin. But come on, Robins didn’t use sharp things. Robin was a child. It was irresponsible for children to use blades. 

Tim sent another thingy into the wall. It hit with the pointy end first this time and sank an inch into the wall to the right of the target. He held his breath as it wiggled for a moment. Then it went still without falling.

“Yes!” He punched the air. Thank gosh! He was getting bored with that. It was good to be done with training. It was kind of dull.

Steps one and two were finished. He had a weapon and he had trained with it. Tim went back to his list. The next technical skill set was lock picking. That was super easy and fun! Tim enjoyed the clear diagrams and explanations. There wasn’t anything to practice with, but he thought that he had the concept down handily. He grabbed a set of lockpicks for his khaki pockets. 

He needed to do a little more to understand the patterns of the target, as well as their background. Tim considered asking Jason for any information, but he probably didn’t have any. Maybe he wasn’t very good at googling. So he just did it. The Sausage Guy was more commonly known as Benedict Orange, a name that Tim really liked and mentally stored away to use as an alias when he was a superhero. 

Anyway. Tim figured out how old the guy was, where he’d gone to school, and a bunch of other stuff like the record of his marriage ten years ago. 

“Huh,” Tim said, brows furrowed. “I didn’t find a divorce record. But he’s single now?” Mr. Orange had accounts on a lot of dating sites. He was using his engagement photo for the profile photo, with his wife cut out.

That was weird. He tried to find the wife, but there wasn’t anything more recent than 8 years ago, when she’d announced that she was quitting her job on social media. 

…Tim had kind of a bad feeling about that. 

He put a pin in it for now, but he had a small theory at the back of his mind that started with ‘I think this guy killed his wife.’

Maybe that was how the human sausage thing started. Maybe he’d killed her on impulse and then needed a way to get rid of the body. And then maybe he’d gotten a taste for it.

Tim shuddered. Okay, okay, he was for real done thinking about this! Big yucky.

Benny Orange was an office worker with a title that Tim didn’t really understand. It seemed vague to the point of uselessness, but then again, that was office work. The relevant thing was that he got home around 6 pm, and he left at 8 am.

It was 10 in the morning. Tim could get over there and toss Benny’s home before the end of the workweek if he hurried. The manual said that you should never spend more than an hour investigating an unsecured location. It also said that you should file a report or directly inform someone of where you’d be. 

That part made Tim pause for a moment before he remembered that he’d told Jason. Jason would probably check on him when he woke up, or whatever.

Tim found an equipment belt that he could wrap around his waist twice to buckle on. He put his sharp things in it. Then he untucked his shirt, because he had tucked it in out of habit and that would make it harder to access his weapons. He frowned as he did it. It just felt wrong.

He put on his shoes and got out the door. He didn’t have a lot of time to waste if he wanted to be able to take his time, so Tim hailed a taxi to cross most of the distance this time. He was grateful that Mrs. Henderson was gone and there was no chance of seeing her. Last time had been a little bit of a disaster. Needing civilian help to get into the building was not a winning move.

He had bat-approved lockpicks this time. He went to the front door and did his best. 

It turned out that maybe he should have practiced? Tim started to sweat out in the open. It felt like someone was staring at his back. He looked at the houses around. No one was at their windows or walking outside. He started jumping whenever the tall herbs in Mr. Orange's garden swayed in the breeze. He had a lot of plants.

His hands were shaking. The sweat made his shirt stick to his back. He was going to get caught and in so much trouble.

When the door finally opened, Tim offered up a thanks to Bast, because he assumed the cat goddess was more likely to be pro-breaking and entering than other gods. That logic was just based off of what he knew about Catwoman, honestly. 

The first glimpse into Benedict Orange's home was disappointingly normal. He had vinyl flooring (easy to clean!), leather furniture, and a big flat TV high up on the wall. He didn’t have enough knickknacks and there was no art. There was a wood and glass case that was full of identical, unlabeled bottles with something red in it. Hot sauce? Was he a hot sauce guy?

Tim mentally reclassified Mr. Orange further down the list of ‘people I could talk to at a cocktail party.’

The place had the same layout as Mrs. Henderson’s place, just in reverse. Tim beelined to the kitchen because.. Well.

He just did.

The counter space where Mrs. Henderson had a hot water kettle, a big stand mixer, and a toaster was mostly clear here. Mr. Orange only had one piece of cooking machinery. Tim didn’t know it. He squinted at it. It was a big shiny stainless steel thing. It had a metal tray, a wheel, and like… a nozzle. When he climbed on a chair to look down, he could see there was a little tunnel tube thing where you could put stuff inside the body of the machine.

Weird. Moving on!

He checked inside the fridge. He stared for a moment of aghast silence. There was a stack of takeout containers, a bunch of seasonings in the door, and a stack of tupperware with something red in them. 

Cautiously, Tim dug one out and opened it.

“That’s raw meat,” he said, voice high. He put the box back in and then hesitated. Maybe he should be like, taking it? Or taking a sample? To see what animal it came from?

“I’ll think about it.” Tim shut the fridge a little harder than he needed to and beat feet out of the kitchen. He started checking the other rooms. He found the master bedroom. His nose wrinkled. “I don’t think he’s restyled this since Brenda died,” Tim complained. He looked at the curtains with extreme judgment. They were so outdated it wasn’t even funny, but they also weren’t retro yet!

Oh. Wait. Belatedly, Tim remembered that it was ten years into his future. So, maybe they were retro now. Anyways, Brenda had liked the trend for chickens and roosters. There were chickens and roosters everywhere in the decor, including a cute print of what was obviously intended to be a husband and wife pair snuggling on a sofa.

His heart hurt a little. He looked at it a little too long. 

Tim took a deep breath. Then he went back to looking for evidence. There wasn’t much in the bedroom, so clearly Mr. Orange had a personal office elsewhere. There were two more rooms in the apartment.

Tim opened the next door. The room was mostly a guest bedroom, with the notable exception of a huge chest freezer and a weird long wooden bar across the room.

Tim shut the door.

The last room was the office. There was a desk, a file cabinet, and a lockbox full of women’s drivers licenses.

“Yeah, okay,” Tim said under his breath. “He’s a serial killer.” He took photos and sent them to Jason immediately with the subject line “Yeah he’s a killer!!!”

Then he got down to sorting through the papers to see if there was anything else. Jason was a Robin, Tim supposed, so he’d need the evidence to show the police. It would be helpful if he just went and sorted it out now. He found warranties for the TV, the new freezer, and he presumed that ‘Meat Grinder’ meant the thing in the kitchen.

“I appreciate that he’s so organized, actually,” Tim muttered. He was hunched over digging through the bottom drawer now.

A key went into a door. 

Tim froze stock still. He slowly, silently shut the drawer. He stared at the closed door to the living room. On the other side of it, Mr. Orange unlocked and opened the front door. Tim slowly looked up, saw 12:14 on the clock, and vaguely registered that sometimes people come home on their lunch breaks.

The front door shut. There was a quiet metal sound that Tim thought was probably the chain lock. The chain lock that was too high for him to move without a chair to stand on.

Okay. Uh. He looked around for a place to hide. The best option was under the desk. Tim crawled through the legs of the chair, heart beating furiously.

He weighed his options. Wait it out and hope Mr. Orange didn’t come in?

…Seemed risky. But there was no way he was going to run out past the guy to the front door. At least, the odds that he’d get grabbed were just not good, not when he didn’t know where Mr. Orange was. 

Alright. Tim knew reality. He might not be able to get out of this on his own. At the very least, he should let Jason know what was going on so that they could add his murder to the list of charges. And maybe Jason was close by to help? Wayne Manor was awfully far away, so probably not. But it didn’t hurt to try.

He got his phone back out and was silently very glad that he had it. Jason had responded to his message. Tim didn’t take the time to read it, instead typing up a blank email with the subject line “um might need help asap :( he here”. He sent it. Then he huddled down to wait.

Noises came from the kitchen- the suction as the fridge opened. The beep of the microwave. A man’s voice saying, “What the fuck? Did I leave this here?”

His blood turned ice cold.

‘What did I do?’ Tim desperately tried to remember what he’d touched in the kitchen. Had he really moved something around? He didn’t remember anything! His heart rate went up like crazy.

The door opened. Tim flinched. His whole body started shaking uncontrollably.

Oh. No. It wasn’t this door yet. It was the door to the next room, the spare bedroom. He heard the weird squelch of the chest freezer opening. Then the closet door squeaked open. Something heavy moved around. 

“Well, it wasn’t you,” said Mr. Orange. There was a mean satisfaction in his tone. The heavy thing moved again.

Tim’s brain went a bit blank.

Who was he talking to? Was there someone in the apartment? Hidden behind something heavy?

He opened up another email. Jason hadn’t responded, so there was no way to know if he’d seen. Tim hastily typed up, “I think there’s a living hostage in the house” and sent it as the door to the office opened.

He hugged his arms around his knees and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh gosh. Oh heck. Oh no, oh no. He bit his lower lip and broke skin.

‘No. I can’t be a baby about this.’ 

It was really hard with how stiff his fingers felt. But Tim put the phone in his pocket and wrestled the sharp bird weapon out. He held it clumsily. And he watched Mr. Orange’s feet move around the room. They walked around the room. He saw the curtains move as Mr. Orange pulled them to check no one was hiding there. Then he knew that Mr. Orange was coming to his hiding spot.

Tim swallowed. He waited until Mr. Orange’s feet were in sight. He stabbed his sharp thing down through the top of Mr. Orange’s sock.

Mr. Orange bellowed and fell back against his filing cabinet. 

Tim scrambled out and ran.

He went towards the front door on automatic and nearly got there before he looked up and saw that yes, the chain lock was on. He couldn’t reach it. 

“You little shit!” Mr. Orange bellowed. He lunged at Tim. Tim barely dodged. He jabbed at him again without looking and barreled towards the door to Mrs. Henderson’s apartment. It only had a doorknob lock. He unlatched it, praying that she had not changed her ideas about the open door policy. The door handle turned.

He threw himself into the room and slammed the door shut. He clicked the little button lock.

Mr. Orange hit the door, hard. It shook. He wasn’t saying anything anymore. There was something about that which struck Tim as absolutely terrifying. Didn’t people bellow and yell when they were mad? 

He looked towards Mrs. Henderson’s door. The door shook again as Mr. Orange hit it.

Wood splintered.

If he went out Mrs. Henderson’s front door he could sprint for it. What were the odds he could outrun a grown man? If he did, wouldn’t Mr. Orange just get in his car? Potential witnesses had made Mr. Orange back off before, but he was more invested now in silencing Tim. And there was no one around. Tim had checked. 

The door splintered again. He could see Mr. Orange’s shoulder. Then a socked foot.

‘I don’t think I stabbed his foot well enough,’ some distant part of Tim’s brain catalogued. ‘He’s still moving on it. If I live past this, I’m going to commit to the next stabbing with more enthusiasm.’

He bolted for the stand where Mrs. Henderson kept her mace. He was just out of sight from Mr. Orange’s hole in the door. His heart thudded so loud. His shaking had stopped. The mace didn’t  feel heavy. 

‘If I was taller, i’d aim for the face. I can’t pull that off. I’ll aim for center mass. He may block with an arm, but theoretically his arm will be hurt enough that I’ll be able to pull back and make another swing.’

There was a catastrophic smash from inside Mr. Orange’s apartment. 

Then a “What the fuck-” that got cut off a little early. Mr. Orange sounded mad and confused. 

A thud. Two smaller thuds. A clicking. Tim wanted so badly to know what was going on. 

A hand reached through the hole in the door and unlatched the lock. 

Tim swallowed. He readied a swing. 

The door opened.

Tim took a step forward and swung Mrs. Henderson’s antique mace with maximum strength directly into the armored center mass of a guy who was NOT Mr. Orange.

“Oh my gosh,” Tim said, horrified, at the instant he connected. The guy was looking forward. He looked down too late, just as the mace hit.

There was sort of a bounce. The mace bounced back off the tummy armor without digging in or drawing blood. Half of Tim was relieved, and half was terrified that his plan had failed. 

The guy doubled over and made a sound that was a lot like GURK. He clutched at his torso with one arm and pointed a gun at Tim with the other.

Tim put his hands up.

The guy looked at Tim. Presumably. It was hard to tell through his ugly red motorcycle helmet.

“I really should have known.” 

His mechanical voice was scary.

Bad guy! 

Tim took his chances and another swing before the guy could shoot him. He expected to hear a shot as he smashed his mace again. The guy yelped and jerked backwards to avoid getting hit. Then there was a thud.

Tim peered through the door cautiously. The guy had tripped over Mr. Orange. Mr. Orange was laying on the floor facedown, arms zip tied behind his back. 

“Oh, sorry,” Tim apologized. He took a couple steps over to put the mace back away. He gave Mr. Orange a wide berth.

“I never would have guessed that the Red Hood used kids like this,” Mr. Orange said meanly. He narrowed his eyes at Tim. “Small, even for bait.”

The Red Hood guy pointed his gun at Mr. Orange’s head. Tim shrieked.

The Red guy stopped. He seemed to look at Tim again. He had some really bad words. “Alright.” He got back up to his feet and put the gun away.

Right. He’d probably just been joking or something. Tim belatedly registered the control it must have taken to not accidentally shoot while being attacked and falling over. 

Oh. Wait. It was a huge coincidence that a hero came right now, unless-

‘Is this Jason?’ Tim felt his eyebrows go all the way up. He wanted to ask a million questions. His mouth was firmly glued shut, though. Partly it was infosec. But it was also embarrassment.

[raileurta]

Finally gotten a large enough break from exams to piece my thoughts together into an ask. A bunch of stuff about the sparkeater au has been marinating for days so this is a big one lol. Also, I tried sending this earlier but tumblr says that there was an error sending it so if this is a duplicate then whoops, feel free to ignore

First silly thought! Flying isn’t something you learn instantly. Ofc this doesn’t stop Miko, it just means that she’s is definitely asking bulkhead to just throw her as she figures it out. Also, I cant stop imagining Miko being very wobbly while flying with the harness at first like how cats don’t like harnesses. Once she’s used to flying with it she definitely pulls and makes it as much of a nightmare for others to control as possible though lmao.

Second thought! Horns! I can definitely see her taking full advantage of those horns for more aggressive cat-head bonks. Environmental storytelling with her most frequent bonk spots on bulkhead accumulating a bunch of scratches from her horns lol.

Next one, yawns! Y’know how kitty yawns start out with a little o, and then there’s the sticky tongue out, and then their face splits open into all those knives. I’m imagining that but double horrific for the bots cause of the split lower jaw lmao. (This au is slowly turning into cat!miko hours). You mentioned purring too and I could definitely hear them making one of those loud as hell cheetah purrs lol. Honestly at this point there’s probably a catnip equivalent for these guys that I’m just forgetting about.

Fourth thought: Randomly staring at the wall because she can smell someone coming before they actually show up! It’d definitely be useful but also I could see her straight up lying and saying that there’s ghosts in the walls or something.

Fifth thought! The prank potential would be legendary!!! So many ways to terrify basically any bot lmao. Especially as a reveal to the others. Wheeljack pretending to be injured and giving them a wheezy warning not to go into the Jackhammer while Miko makes ominous noises from the shadows. Waiting for the perfect moment where people have gotten on board to find the source but are the most on edge before pouncing. Ooh! Or drawing a decepticon insignia on a piece of scrap metal and putting it in a semi-visible hiding spot and pretending to hastily and guiltily hide it once someone notices. Or chewing on it while sitting juuuuust out of reach in the rafters or something and only letting a bot get enough of a glance for them to see the insignia before turning the blank side back to them and making them just internally go over every decepticon they haven’t seen/dealt with lately. Maybe use the autobot insignia for more immediate fear and panic idk lol

Final thought: While I can’t think of a reason why anyone would give Miko permission to go feral off of the top of my head, knowing full well what she’s capable of, I can’t help but think of her just going 0 to 60 instantly without hesitation like this:

(its just a funny visual lol)

This immediately made me think of this post.

I severely doubt Bulkhead would ever launch Miko like this; I can however see someone like Wheeljack doing it. He’s in the Jackhammer and he just launches her out the ship at full speed. Then seeing her gliding/falling from the sky rabidly aged both Bulkhead and Ratchet by a couple of millions of years. Surprisingly Wheeljack wouldn't be reprimanded by Ultra Magnus for this as he knows about seeker teachings and he thinks this is the human equivalent of it. So he is too throwing Miko off of cliffs, much to the dismay of everyone around him.

Miko very much does the cat thing of freezing up and then flopping over. Ever since her transformation Miko has only worn loose fitting altered shirts and pants as anything tight isn't the most comfortable. So the sensation is a very weird experience for her. But yes once she gets used to it Miko will be a COMPLETE menace.

The horns are fairly durable so she can bonk as long as Miko wants! Ratchet is probably very annoyed by all the scratches he has to fix now. Bulkhead doesn't mind too much as Miko is too cute to get mad at.

The yawn of horrible body horror and teeth! It's not a pretty sight to say the least. (Heh rhymed) I will enable the Miko cat hours, as I'm a sucker for it! Ooh yeah some big ole Cheetah purrs.~ The autobots slowly become the white women stereotype of waiting to pet extremely dangerous animals and put sweaters on them. Bulkhead loves his Eldritch daughter and will spoil the hell out of her.

Human catnip? Don't you mean weed?/j

Miko is forever the gaslighter. She just has too much fun pranking everyone and Wheeljack will forever enable her shenanigans. Probably has her on speed dial at the ready for whenever the opportunity to mess with people appears. The two of them definitely have invented at least fifteen new folktales. Ever been in that situation where your pet has something in their mouth they shouldn't be eaten so you have to wrestle them for it? That's what's happening with Miko and Ratchet or Optimus. They're desperately trying to grab her and asking who's armor is that??? Miko is not that mean to pretend to have eaten an Autobot. She does have standards, they're just really low ones.

Arcee if she's fed up enough or it's Arachnid, especially if it's Arachnid. The first time they meet with Miko at her side she just sends the spider bot the most shit eating grin ever then just slowly unlatches the leash connected to Miko’s vest. Arcee doesn't say or do anything but give Miko a small nod and that's enough permission for her.

Needless to say Arachnid is a lot more wary of humans now.

[dilly-dahlia]

"if y’all want more on specific characters just drop an ask i will gladly answer because it forces me to think about it" Okay.

Vylad.

(please)

guys i’m being so serious but Vylad has actually been so hard for me to figure out because he has such a pivotal role in my rewrite (even if he doesn’t show up for the beginning part) and i need to get like. that good feel for him which I DONT HAVE 😭😭

anyways. as opposed to the more sure “this is Vylad” post like I did with Garroth and Laurance and Dante and whoever else, this is kind of gonna be me throwing stuff at a wall and seeing what sticks. it’s also gonna be me going over some concepts i have for him, even if they’re ones i decided not to go with. you will see me connecting dots in real time. but i promise Vylad is so important and i want to get him to a point that feels right for me!!

okay so we keep the basic mcd lore. affair baby, shadow knight, brought Adelaide (Aphmau) into the world, all that. but i’m gonna start at the beginning

okay, affair baby. i very briefly entertained the thought of Vincent being his birth father, especially since I think the two could have some neat parallels and like obvious similarities yk. plus (and this is more minor) there’s the fact that like, all of the Ro’Meave kids have a name that starts with the same letter as their parents, so like… V and V. ykyk. i decided not to do that cause i feel like that’d be a useless plot line anyway. i’m thinking more like Zianna sort of had a fling with a maritime merchant that often visited O’Khasis

so it’s obvious that Vylad is an affair baby. not only because of his very different appearance compared to his brothers but also because Garte literally announced it and humiliated Zianna. i haven’t figured out the exacts of that but he publicly humiliated her to teach her a lesson

it’s also widely known that Garte hates Vylad. however despite this, Garte took Vylad in as a subtle manipulating “look how kind i am taking in a child that isn’t mine” kind of way yk?? and in the public, at least when Vylad is young, Garte seems to treat him like his own. but in private it’s clear that Garte does not see Vylad as equal to the rest of the Ro’Meave line and kind of shuns him. like he doesn’t give Vylad the same resources his brothers had, especially in academic fields. so Vylad is kind of pushed to the side. Zane kind of plays into that to appease his father

he spends a lot of time with his mother, and with Garroth when Garte allows. Zianna and Garroth actually taught him to read, which is something he’s thankful for because he doesn’t think he would have learned otherwise. Garroth was also the one that was always protecting Vylad from harsh punishments, and a large conflict for Garroth about going to the guard academy was leaving his brother to fend for himself

but Vylad and Zianna spent a lot of time together. their favorite place to frequent is Zianna’s palace garden, where she teaches him the meanings of all sorts of plants and stuff. and when Garte locks Zianna away for whatever “lesson” he’s teaching her, Vylad always finds a way in to keep talking with her. that’s how he got so good at sneaking around later as a shadow knight

okay so as he got older he was sort of excluded more and more from public events. his absence kind of solidified in peoples heads like “oh Garte DOES NOT like this kid…” but Vylad doesn’t mind because he wouldn’t consider himself to be made for these events like the rest of his family

okay so his death. it was something that was semi-planned?? so this kind of serves as a double purpose to also build tensions with Tu’la and all that. so what had happened is that a Tu’la spy infiltrated the O’Khasian guard. and that spy rose through the ranks and became one of Garte’s most trusted and Garte was eventually confiding in them that he wanted Vylad gone, even bringing up a premeditated assassination. the spy took it as an opportunity to kind of put O’Khasis against itself and took it upon themselves to kill Vylad. so his death wasn’t exactly planned, but it was on its way.

so Vylad died when he’s about 16. and he’s actually one of the reasons i have shadow knights age the way they do because I considered having him be like forever sixteen, but i didn’t really like that. i don’t remember why though because i think that’s a fire idea now i might change it…

anyway he’s 16 when he dies. that’s also another reason Garroth isn’t very happy about his marriage to Nicole, because she’s the same age his brother would be, but that’s another topic i’ve already yapped about

back to Vylad!! so he was turned into a shadow knight because it was known that he’s a Ro’Meave, or at least introduced as one. because of this, Gene and whoever else (i haven’t decided who’s in charge) resurrect him assuming he has the blood of Esmund the Protector. when they discover that he doesn’t, they also kind of discard him and hide him away

Vylad eventually breaks out. idk how. but he does. and the thing is he had devised this entire plan to start a new life for himself because he was getting tired of constantly being pushed to the side because he isn’t who people want him to be. so when he breaks out, he steals an orb and herbs that Gene had been working with to plant false memories in someone. Vylad steals this stuff, goes to the Overworld, realizes he doesn’t have a clue what to do, and goes into the sacred forest seeking the help of Hyria

his plan is to give himself a new slate. erase his memories and fabricate a new life for himself to live—one where he would never disappoint anyone or be tossed away. he asks Hyria to help him, and she agrees

before she does that, though, she starts talking to Vylad about the Divine Warriors, warning him about dangers that may come with the memory change. she kind of sort of manipulated him into instead reincarnating Irene, and she kind of used the fact that Vylad is a people pleaser that just wants to be Vylad to convince him to take Irene.

he agrees. with the help of Hyria he created a fake life for this reincarnation to have lived and experience and hides those memories in the orb he stole. and then he starts his journey to find where to place her

now obviously we know he chose near Phoenix Drop. he chose this place because he had been scouting it out for a while beforehand and actually had the suspicion that the head guard was Garroth (who had faked his death at this point, but Vylad didn’t know). so he places the staff or whatever nearby and is absolutely appalled when a whole person just comes out of it. he panics and then she starts waking up and Vylad doesn’t know what to do and he remembers the orb and very quickly does the spell Hyria told him to do

and when she wakes up the first thing Vylad says to her is “Good morning, Adelaide. How did you sleep?” and he comes up with this whole story that she’s a mercenary and then whatever else i decided that i can’t remember now

and. Vylad named her Adelaide, and he named her that because it was a name his mother loves. she always said that if she had a daughter her name would be Adelaide, so to put some goodness into this new being he named her what the most good hearted person he knows would have

and until we get a proper introduction to him in my rewrite, Vylad will be a recurring motif. i haven’t decided what exactly he’s going to mean, but he will often come to Adelaide in dreams or Adelaide will often talk fondly about the person she travelled with before settling in Phoenix Drop

overall Vylad is very insecure. he has this looming fear that everyone he comes across hates him and in an attempt to get people to like him, he ends up being a people pleaser or quiet altogether.

and that’s all i have for him 😢 i wish i had more for you anon because i love Vylad so much and he’s so important to me but alas. i hope you enjoyed this regardless

once again if you wanna know about a specific character just drop an ask! if be happy to answer :)

[ludolka]

By the by the way you portray Grians relationship to the main group specifically (Joel and Jimmy) has me frothing at the mouth. Do you, by chance, have any more tidbits about them?🙏

I’m so glad <33 and thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk more about them 🙏🏻 it’s not all that different from how I usually portray his dynamic/relationship with Joel and Jimmy, but oh well, I’ll still talk about it and I’ll throw Lizzie and Oli in the mix too since they are also part of the main group

Let’s start with Jimmy ! They have the typical brotherly relationship. Grian, being the older one is always bullying Jimmy and will take any opportunity to gang up on him, but is also very protective of him when it matters. If Jimmy’s actually hurt or someone takes a joke too far, he’ll step in to defend him. As the big brother he has a sense of duty to shield Jimmy in some way, from the actually serious stuff anyway. While he knows he could tell the deal with Xelqua and all his issues with it to Jimmy, he doesn’t, so his younger brother wouldn’t have to bear this burden with him or worry about him. They were very close as little kids, got distant as teens then got close again in early adulthood/late teens. Jimmy’s also one of the only people who can convince Grian to do something he isn’t the biggest fan of doing (which is also how Grian started appearing on Paranormal Traffic when he absolutely hates being on camera)

For Lizzie and Oli, he’s not as close to them as to the other two, but they are still good friends. After Lizzie learnt Grian can do hair and makeup, she started inviting him over to do hers as well. So Grian now also knows how to do non-goth makeup looks and how to do different hairstyles on long hair lmao. I could see the three of them also gossiping a lot together and the two of them teasing Grian about his little crush

And Joel, oh how much I love gribeans in every universe. They aren’t as toxic and violent in Activity detected as my other AUs that feature them together or even canon, this isn’t really that kind of story after all. But they still have this weird “will they-won’t they” situationship going on with a lot of competitiveness and arguing (and also arguing as flirting). Joel still has all kinds of nicknames for Gri that turned from mocking and derogatory to affectionate overtime. Grian hangs out the most with Joel outside of filming out of the group and they usually go on late night drives, drinking or Grian just goes over to Joel’s place where they order takeout and watch some trash reality tv show to make fun of. They are also somewhat calmer and nicer to each other when they are alone, they argue less. Not that they play up their arguing in front of others, but the overly confident competitive persona they both have is a bit of a mask in front of others and they are able to let down their walls a bit when they are alone. They are not subtle with their flirting or how they like each other if you know them well enough, but they very much dance around each other and the topic of actually getting together. They are also very oblivious about this feeling being mutual. Both have their own set of commitment and intimacy issues and neither are too keen on talking about feelings, so just give them time to figure their shit out lmao. And even though they are not together, they are still jealous and possessive in their own way

Also, bonus situation for you ; after Joel saw Grian doing Mumbo’s makeup, it hasn’t stopped bothering him. He’s just curious, he tells himself, it has absolutely nothing to do with him being jealous and wanting to know specifically if it’s a sign of something more going on between Grian and Mumbo, he tells himself. So he kept nagging Grian to tell him why he knows how to do that and why was he doing Mumbo’s makeup in the first place and why is he so skilled in doing the style of makeup that is specifically Mumbo’s style. So after a while Grian tells him that he will consider telling him his secret if Joel lets him do his makeup. Joel agrees because who would he be if he backed down from potentially getting what he wants and Grian does Joel’s makeup like he would do Lizzie’s, takes a picture of him then smugly tells him the same thing he first said “it’s our way of bonding” and leaves. (The picture of Joel with pretty makeup was later sent to the Paranormal Traffic groupchat much to Joel’s annoyance)

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Too easy : Peter Sutherland x reader

Part 1 : Strictly professional

Any other person in the car and they would probably feel the awkwardness sipping through every pore. Instead however the feeling that seemed to be suppressing any other was … a strange sense of peace. Almost as if the attempted murder  didn’t happen. Almost as if the bad breakup, the past 3 years and multiple mysterious hung up phone calls evaporated.

Almost.

She was putting on a brave face, looking outside the window, doing nothing to fight his iron decision to take her to their his place, but once more falling into the same trap of thinking she could fool him.

If anything, it was the other way round.

There was no option to hide her pale face and slight trembling and the fact that she closed eyes to not let him see the vastness of emotions behind them. 

“So-“

“Don’t.”

“Fine.“

And so they drove in silence. Two stubborn people, bound by circumstances once again.

And fate is a twisted invention indeed.

***

Nothing has changed in his apartment.

Well maybe except those slightly dried plants, since obviously he didn’t put much effort into watering them since Y/N left.

But other than that, not much was different.

Even that stupid charger she was looking for, for a few weeks before finally giving up and buying a new one.

Even the framed photo of them at the fair, eating candy cotton and having stupid fun. A picture that brought a little smile on her face.

“I didn’t have time to clean up.” He muttered, seeing how her eyes moved across the all too familiar four walls. Shockingly when it came to him, those words came out as more of an justification rather than simple statement.

“Sure.”

“Do you want to-“

“I’m tired. I don’t want to talk.”

“Not what I was going for.” Peter moved to the wardrobe and throw her a towel and his old hoodie, knowing well enough she’ll catch it.

“Isn’t it a bit cliché?” she rolled her eyes, seeing his choice.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Is it?”

“I swear to God, you should change that FBI job. 3 years later and you’re still answering the questions with questions. Agency looks freaking good on you.”

“It’s simple fact stating. You’re here and you have none of your stuff, so unless you’d rather sleep naked-“

“Bet you’d hate that wouldn’t you?”

Peter shrugged, being way to well trained to not show even an inch of an emotion, even if behind the indifferent surface there was like a volcano of them.

“Just go take a shower, Y/N. And for god’s sake stop pretending. You’ve been through a lot tonight, you are allowed to feel weak.” His hand found a way to her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly, in a way a friend would.

“Allowed? Well, thank you very much for such generosity….” Her voice actually came out weak and vulnerable.

“Sure.” Peter smiled with that little smile that may have been hard to notice for someone who didn’t know him that well, but also the one that lit up his eyes. “Now go, I’ll make something to bite.”

“Since when do you cook?”

“Since now. Now go.”

***

It wasn’t cliché.

It wasn’t awkward.

It felt… safe.

Standing under the warm spray of water, washing away the fear and pain and knowing in the back of her head, that Peter was just a wall away, ready to break down the door If she did as much as call his name.

Just like the old times.

Even that stupid bathroom carried memories and shadows of the past. It was like Y/N was simultaneously in the two time planes, both having a shower and laughing with Peter while brushing teeth.

Reliving one of those rare moments when he wasn’t sitting by the phone in the literal basement of the white house, waiting for the call that was better not happening at all.

Waiting for his chance to prove himself and actually do something substantial and worthy of his skills and instincts.

Dear God, she was always too invested in this relationship from the very beginning and it looked like it didn’t stop even after the breakup.

And worse – she was now trapped in a glass cage build on the debris of something that was once so precious and sacred. Hence those feelings was about to haunt her at least till the morning.

No way to get out.

***

“No way to get out.” – Peter thought, trying to keep his thoughts occupied with the simple act of making sandwiches and prevent them from drifting to the woman in his bathroom.

Standing in the same kitchen he was preparing sandwiches for the last three years without such treacherous ….. forming in his tired brain.

Funny how one second in a life can act in a way similar to asteroid that once hit the earth and changed the course of a history just because of an almost non-existent change in the angle of flight curve.

Lost in his head, he didn’t miss the silent sound of opening and closing the bathroom door, followed by the scent of the body wash hitting his nostrils like a smell of a burning wood and having almost the same effect on his mentality.

“You need help with that?” she appeared behind him like a ghost, almost trying to not occupy to much space and shrink herself without causing disturbance. She knew he really didn’t want her here and she was nothing more than a job that was supposed to be performed well to please his superior and maybe deserve a gold star  next to his name.

Once a scout boy, always a scout boy.

The reason of the downhill their relationship went.

People pleaser! The harsh words, he didn’t deserve echoed in her head, making her lose her usual sarcasm and attitude, becoming a little softer, calmer.

Cause he may not want her here, but still did the right thing, be it from duty or the actual care.

“I’m done.” His response was calm, slightly reserved but deprived of hardness and it took her a second to figure out he actually meant the sandwiches and not everything including the situation they found themselves in.

“Oh.”

“Come on. Sit. Eat.”

“Thanks…”

Y/N instinctively took “her” place by the table, accidentally bring out another wave of memories. She had been sitting on the chair, swinging legs back and forth, sipping her tea and cracking jokes, trying to provoke him to laugh, doubling and tripling the efforts, agitated by the poker face he seemed to kept at all times.

Though it was all in his eyes that were the first sign of affection and attention and actual deep feeling.

“You uped your game.”

“Hm?”

“With the sandwiches.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Told you it’s cliché.”

“You just have to have the last word, don’t you?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and actually chuckled, throwing crumbs around.

“Messy.” He pointed out

“As if this place could get any worse-“

“not when you’re here.”

Oh.

Oh, wow.

Those words were one hundred percent real and one hundred percent honest, cause if anything Peter Sutherland never in his life had said anything that wasn’t well-thought.

“Peter-“

“I mean it. Don’t go overanalyzing it. It’s just better for my head knowing you’re being kept an eye on and not running around, bumping into accidental criminals.”

“Peter Sutherland! Did you just crack a joke!?”

“You’re a bad influence.” Right corner of his lips lifted and she responded with the same.

It was almost easy.

Too easy for it to not come bite them both in the asses.

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