#thank youuuuu pls keep asking more when you come up with something

[born-to-lose]

more questions abt hells bells … what was the first album each member bought? wht kind of shoes do they wear? r any of thm “spiritual”? who leaves smelly socks in the van? worst tour memento purchase? roadtrip snack liz cant live without? any bands they hated (parasocially)? wht were their favorite bands?

What was the first album each member bought?

Liz: Visual Lies by Lizzy Borden (that's also where she took her stage name from)

Jack: Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks (he grew up on Fleetwood Mac and she was one of his first childhood crushes when he was 8)

Phil: 1984 by Van Halen (Hot for Teacher made him pick up the drums)

Antonio: Blood on Ice by Bathory (he had a Norse mythology phase back then and loved the vibes of this concept album)

What kind of shoes do they wear?

Mostly boots for every day wear. Phil wears sneakers because they're more comfortable when drumming. Antonio wears Doc Martens. Liz likes to wear block heel shoes for concerts but finds them too annoying to walk around in all day when they're exploring the places they visit so she goes for boots or sneakers then. Jack loves his pair of ratty cowboy boots with spurs (which he likes to use for kinky purposes as well)

Are any of them “spiritual”?

None of them really, but Liz regularly reads all their horoscopes out loud and the guys don't believe in it at all, but when something happens that fits the weekly horoscope, she insists that she told them so

Who leaves smelly socks in the van?

Jack because he deems them "fresh enough to wear again" which is totally not the case. Antonio has seen worse with former roommates and Phil is too phlegmatic or drunk to care, so Liz is the only one who's bothered by it because it's her van and she hates playing mom and washing the socks for him

Worst tour memento purchase?

At some shady thrift shop in Hungary, they bought a Russian doll and only later discovered that instead of multiple smaller dolls there was just a dildo inside. Still a good buy even if it's not in use and just decoration

Roadtrip snack Liz can't live without?

Nic nacs, those peanuts in pastry crust! Are they a thing outside of Germany/Austria/Italy? Liz is German so whatever lol

Any bands they hated (parasocially)?

Liz hates Slipknot. She doesn't like nu metal in general because of the hip hop elements and samples plus she hates Corey Taylor's guts and the band's appearance

Jack hates Queen simply because in England everyone was all over them and some of their songs were constantly playing on the radio or they were on TV and it annoyed the shit out of him. He jokingly says that's one of the reasons he ran away to avoid giving people the actual reason

Phil is really not into KISS. He does like I Was Made For Lovin' You and Rock And Roll All Nite (albeit the Poison cover more), but other than that they're just image and drama with an overall disappointing discography for a band with that name and makeup

Antonio hates AC/DC because he thinks all their songs sound the same and are kinda boring and they're not as good in his opinion as everyone says. The only one he likes is Whole Lotta Rosie

What were their favorite bands?

They all have so many favourite bands that there isn't "the one" but

Liz: Vain

Jack: Iron Maiden

Phil: Guns N' Roses

Antonio: Arch Enemy (he's the one who listens to the heaviest music out of them all which is why the guitar parts have a more death influence but still subtle enough to blend in with the style of music they play)

[archangeldyke-all]

Hello Angel!!!

Perhaps Cowboy Sev breaking older Vi and Jinx out of jail. After so many years Sev would be so rusty that she needs reader to help too. Go wild with the shenanigans they get up too. Could bring back Silco and the boys to help legally maybe. Hilarious if somehow Vi got in trouble trying to impress Caitlyn and somehow managed to get Jinx involved. Also funny if Sev and reader meet Caitlyn as Vi’a girlfriend during this break out HAHHAHA

Pls I’m obsessed with cowboy Sevika HELP ME

Thank youuuuu

this is SOOOOOO cute such a good idea i'm crying.

men and minors dni

ten years into marriage, fifteen years into your relationship, eight years with the girls, five with them legally yours, and sevika finally retires.

there was no need for her to work at the ranch in the first place. the amount of loot she'd stolen and stored in your inn (both in your room hidden beneath the floorboards and in the rafters, and buried beneath your side garden) was enough to take care of you for ten lifetimes to come. but, sevika was used to spending her day on shimmer's back, and she needed something to do with her free time once she gave up her life of crime.

but now, things have changed. sevika's ready to settle down and spend her days in the inn with you. the girls are growing up, vi being sixteen and powder being twelve-- they'll be living their own lives soon, and sevika wants to be around to keep you company as you transition into empty nesters.

shimmer died last winter. the four of you spent her last days cuddled up beside her in the stable, feeding her sugar cubes by the handful, saying your final goodbyes to sev's trusty mare. she rests behind the side garden now, marked by a big stone vi and jinx engraved.

old man ernie died too, leaving his ranch to his son. when he took over, he offered to let sev keep her job, but she declined. she was ready to retire.

she's been adjusting to retired life really well.

she loves working behind the bar in the evening, chatting with locals who stop in for a drink and swapping stories with some of your shadier guests in the in.

she's gotten really into reading-- especially smutty paperback romances.

when she gets restless cooped up in the inn, you send her out to ride the new foal-- a sweet young horse the girls decided to name teddybear.

it's been great having sev around all the time. especially for your sex lives.

speaking of your sex lives, you and sevika have been having a particularly fun week. the girls took teddybear out on a trip to a town two days ride south. they're meeting up with mylo and claggor there to catch the traveling circus. and it's summer time, which is always your slow season, and as of two days ago-- you've got no guests. you and sevika have been having a fucking blast, fucking on any and every flat surface you can find. your legs have been like jelly all week long.

it's been paradise.

"what're you smilin' at?" sevika mumbles from her side of the bed. you grin, turning on your side to stare at your sleepy wife. it's the crack of dawn, not even the rooster is awake yet. just you and the crickets, singing through the open windows.

"you're awake." you say. sevika smiles.

"i am indeed. c'mon, what's got you smilin' all pretty, darlin'?" she asks again, yawning to punctuate her question.

you scooch forward to kiss her nose, and sevika grins, her eyes scrunching closed.

"what i've been smilin' at for the past fifteen years, baby." you say. sevika chuckles.

"havin' sweet dreams about me?"

"more like flashbacks to last night." you say, waggling youreyebrows salaciously. sevika laughs.

"mmm, knew we'd break the bedframe one'a these days." sevika says with a proud little smile. you giggle and sit up on your elbows to look over at the broken bedframe stacked against the wall beside where the two of you sleep-- on the mattress on the floor.

"shit, sev that was oak, can't believe you fucked me through oak." you laugh. sevika nods cockily.

"damn right i did." she says. you giggle and fall back down to bed, snuggling against her chest. "how're you feeling?" she asks.

you snort. "well, i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk straight for a few days, and i woke up giggling, so... i'm better than i've been since our honeymoon." you say.

sevika grins, her sweet little gap makes your heart melt, and she smacks your ass.

"fuck, i love you." she sighs. you giggle and kiss her neck.

"love you too."

you guys drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

an hour later, the rooster crows, and you both wake up smiling again.

"morning." sevika mumbles. you kiss her lips.

"morning."

"i'll fetch some fresh water if you start breakfast?" sevika offers.

"will you let the chickens out?" you ask. sevika nods.

"duh." she says. you grin.

"deal."

you guys move slowly, lazily rubbing your eyes and yawning as you wash your faces and brush your teeth, stretching and kissing between each article of clothing you pull over your naked bodies, luxuriating in the slow morning all to yourselves.

sevika laughs at the limp in your step, and you pinch the bruises you left on her shoulders in revenge.

you fry up some eggs and hashbowns, watching through the window over the stove as sevika pumps fresh water from the well, watering your garden, the chickens, and finally lugging two buckets inside for the two of you to share.

you guys eat breakfast on the front porch, cuddled together on the porch swing violet 'found' for the two of you a few years ago. (you're pretty sure she stole it off sheriff marcus' front porch, but violet hasn't admitted it yet, and the sheriff's still too scared of you and sev to say anything.)

"how do you think the girls're doin'?" you ask as you sip your coffee. sevika snorts.

"i knew you were gonna ask that." she teases. you roll you eyes and sevika leans over to press a kiss to your temple. "they're fine. you know they're fine." she says. you huff.

"i know, i just miss 'em." you say. sevika laughs.

"i do, too, darlin'." she says.

sevika leans in to kiss you, and you sigh against her, quickly melting against her lips. she licks against your lips and you hum, opening your mouth for her to slide her tongue into your mouth--

"ahem!" a voice calls.

you and sevika pull apart, necks snapping to the stairs in front of you where a teenage girl stands, blushing and rubbing the back of her neck.

sevika clears her throat in embarrassment. you giggle.

"how can we help you, honey?" you ask the girl. her eyes dart up to you, quickly shooting between you and sevika, back to you, and then sevika again.

"uh..." she chokes out. she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, before taking a deep breath. "s-sorry to inturrupt ma'am, i just-- d-do you happen to know a mylo and claggor? or violet and jinx, percha-"

"oh fuck." sevika groans. the girl squeaks at the curse, and you chuckle. "what did those shits get themselves into now?" she asks.

she blinks. "uhm. jail, miss." she says.

you blink.

sevika's jaw drops.

the girl clears her throat. "a-about thirty miles south of here in a small town call--"

"what did they do?" sevika groans. "i trained them for every scenario, how the fuck did they get caught?!" she whines.

you blink again, spots in your vision popping up.

"uh... they shot the sheriff?" she says.

you gasp.

sevika laughs.

"shit." she says, somewhat impressed. "on purpose?" she asks, her eyebrow raising.

you feel lightheaded.

"n-no ma'am. accident. he's still alive-- but he's sentenced them to hang at the end of the week..."

that's the last thing you hear before you black out.

you wake up in bed, sevika nervously hovering over you, pressing a wet cloth to your forehead.

"wha--"

"you passed out."

"jinx and vi--" you snap up in bed, scrambling to your feet. sevika's beside you in an instant, steadying you as you're knees threaten to give out beneath you.

"it's oka--"

"sevika don't you dare say 'it's okay' to me right now!" you snap. she shuts her mouth.

footsteps start up the steps, and you look over your shoulder, where the teenager from before appears, a fresh bucket of water in her hands.

she freezes at the top of the steps, taking in the tense environment she walked in, then turning red as a tomato when she tries to avert her eyes from you and sevika, and makes direct eyecontact with the broken bedframe behind the two of you.

you would laugh at the poor, flustered girl. now though, she just reminds you a bit of the first time violet saw you and sev kiss, and that just makes you want to vomit.

"caitlyn, here," sevika starts in an irritatingly annoying voice, "was hanging out with the kids at the circus, right cait?" sevika asks. caitlyn nods.

"i live in town." she explains.

"and when they got arrested, cait was the only one who got away. violet told her to come get us, right cait?" sevika asks again. caitlyn clears her throat.

"i rode through the night. i also sent a telegraph to a mr. silco?" she says. you blink.

"right. and we're all gonna meet in town, and we're gonna figure something out, okay baby?" she asks. you gulp.

"sevika--"

"honey, i'm not gonna let anyone put a damn finger on our kids." she says firmly. you look away from the teenager to take in the steely sincerity of your wife's eyes, and you gulp. she gently reaches up to cup your face. "c'mon, have a little faith in me, darlin'" she coos, melting into a soft smile. you sigh shakily. "i'm the fuckin' weary woman of the west-- what's a little jailbreak, huh?"

you take a deep breath and lean forward to press your forehead against hers.

"we're gonna need a few horses." you say. sevika grins.

"i'm way ahead of you." she says.

grayson was happy to lend you two horses and buggies, almost crying at the thought of the girls in trouble. she promised to come over every day to care for your chickens and garden while you were away, and you thanked her profusely before riding the animals home faster than you've ever ridden-- anxious to get back.

when you arrive, it's to caitlyn and sevika waist deep in the dirt behind your garden, a few yards away from where shimmer lays. for the first time since caitlyn's arrived, you laugh.

sevika's pulls a crate out of the ground prying it open with a crowbar. as she opens the crate, she reveals dozens of sticks of dynamite, and she grins up at you with a proud smile. you giggle, and roll your eyes. caitlyn shoots out of the hole, terrified by the explosives.

"i'm gonna pack up some food for the trip." you nod to your house. "come help me kid." you say. the girl nods eagerly, sprinting away from the dynamite. sevika laughs.

you guys pack quickly, visiting the cellar for cans of food, gathering the essentials for travel, a couple blankets and quilts, a pack of matches, canteens and jugs of water. while you're folding some clothes, both for you and sevika as well as jinx and powder, you break down into tears.

caitlyn flounders around you for a few seconds, and you try desperately to collect yourself, but you can't quite manage.

the girl gently, awkwardly pats your shoulder.

you turn around and hug her impossibly close to your chest. she squeaks.

"fuck. shit." you cry. you take a few deep breaths, squeezing the girl in your arms, before letting her go. "sorry." you say, dropping your hands at your sides. "thank you." you sob. "for coming to get us."

caitlyn blinks, then wraps her arms around you, pulling you toward her this time. you giggle through your laughs against her shoulder and she gently rubs your back.

"violet told me you'd freak out." she says... "you remind me of my mom."

"oh, fuck, do your parents know where you are?" you gasp, pulling away. caitlyn laughs.

"yes." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she sighs. "okay, no. but they think i'm safe, at the circus, they won't be looking for me for a while." she swears.

"you stupid fucking kids." you groan.

you leave town at noon, and ride until midnight. the trip is solemn, nobody tries to talk much.

sevika's got this look in her eye, something you haven't seen in a long time. she's up to something-- something more than her usual mischievous pranks and jokes. the gears in her head are grinding, you can practically see her run scenarios and outcomes back and forth through her mind's eye.

it's a little scary-- you forgot how focused and intense she gets when she's plotting something. it's mostly hot though.

but you can't really say that-- not with caitlyn lurking. still, sevika catches your eye a couple of times and smirks, like she knows just how hot she looks as she rides beside you.

caitlyn's a good navigator-- apparently she's a junior guide up and down the river, so she knows the route to town like the back of her hand. she gets you around mountains, avoids most hills, and knows the best spots to stop for when the horses need to rest. sevika's impressed. the two of them chat over the campfire about the surrounding areas, comparing notes and shortcuts they've learned over in their travels. it's so cute it breaks your heart.

it's a dry, warm night, so you sleep beneath the stars.

you don't sleep.

sevika doesn't sleep.

you just stare at the sky while caitlyn and the horses rest.

at one point, sevika reaches over and grabs your hand. "it's gonna be fine." she says. tears well up in your eyes.

"i love you so much." you say. sevika squeezes your hand so hard it's painful, and she replies shakily.

"i love you too darlin'."

it's silent long enough for you to think sevika's fallen asleep, but then she speaks again. "betcha five bucks caitlyn's vi's girlfriend."

you burst into laughter, smacking your hand over your mouth as you laugh. caitlyn stirs beside you, and you can feel sevika's silent, mischievous laughter beside you. you nudge her with your elbow.

when you catch your breath, and caitlyn's snoring returns, you whisper to your wife. "you have way too much faith in your daughter."

she snorts.

you get to town by noon, and sevika sets you and caitlyn up in a the saloon that was the address caitlyn had telegraphed to vander and silco. she takes off to scope out the police station.

it's a pretty gritty place, and you look around it with a raised eyebrow, then look down at caitlyn. she's sitting with perfect posture, dusting off her tailored riding coat.

"you hang out in this saloon?" you ask. she blinks up at you and then sighs.

"well, no... but it's where all the shootouts in town happen!" she says. "it felt... good for planning a crime?" she tries. you laugh.

"sevika's gonna love this." you say. she grins. "what do your parents do?" you ask. caitlyn gulps.

"uh... oil?" she says.

you burst out into laughter.

"shit you're an heiress?" you ask. she nods. you shake your head. "no way vi's bagged you yet." you mumble. caitlyn blushes bright red and clears her throat.

sevika comes back before sunset, sitting beside you at the table and scrawling away in her notebook little sketches of the prison, mumbling to herself, occasionally looking up to ask caitlyn questions.

surprisingly, cait seemed to know a lot.

"do you know which cell they're in?"

"the one on the far end here." caitlyn says, circling a part of sevika's diagram.

"and who else is being held right now?"

"nobody. the sheriff's been itching for some action."

"how do you know all of this?" you ask. caitlyn blushes.

"it's good to stay up to date on local going ons." she says. you chuckle.

she's a dork, you think fondly. she's perfect for violet.

sevika returns to her drawings and you decide it's time to interrogate your daughter's possible future girlfriend.

"how exactly did the kids shoot the sheriff?" you ask. caitlyn blushes bright red, and you raise your eyebrow.

"uh. well..."

sevika looks up from her notebook, intrigued.

caitlyn gulps, then looks away. "it might've been me." she whispers.

your eyes widen.

"what?" sevika asks.

caitlyn blinks, then speaks so fast it's almost impossible to make out. "violet was showing off all the cool things she could do, and i had packed my gun to bring to the circus because they've got contests for clay duck shooting and you can win twenty bucks if you make it to the tournement and i'm a really good shot--" she sucks in a breath, tears bubbling up in her eyes "so i wanted to show off my shooting skills and vi told me to shoot the big roasted hog in the food tent and i did right through the eyes! but i didn't see the sheriff on the other side of the pig getting himself a serving, so the bullet went straight through his shoulder." she finishes, gasping for another breath.

"how did--"

"and before i could even do anything violet was already taking the gun from my hands and telling me to run and i'm so sorry--" she starts to sob.

"shit, relax, kid, it's okay." sevika says, reaching out to pat caitlyn's back. you smile. "it's fine, we're not mad." sevika says. caitlyn gasps, her eyes shooting up between you and sevika.

"you're not?" she asks. you shake your head no. "o-oh." she whispers, wiping her eyes. you ruffle her hair.

silco and vander arrive quickly after. they took the train, and they clearly left the moment they got the message-- wearing day old wrinkled clothes, no luggage, just pistols tucked in every pocket on their bodies.

silco's greeting is a gaurentee that he's going to kill the kids before the sheriff can, and vander's apologetic assurances that his husband is only joking. silco's appearance seems to ease something in sevika, and the two of them quickly fall into a hushed conversation as sevika discusses her plan with silco. caitlyn's right beside them, a little furrow in her brow as she absorbs their hushed discussions.

vander, cordial as ever, gives you a hug and presses a solid kiss to your scalp.

"how're you holding up?" he asks.

"better now that you're here." you respond. he laughs.

"can i be honest?" he mumbles. you nod. "silco's not gonna get the chance to kill the kids, i'll have already fucking done it." he whispers. you laugh. "we're not young and spry like you and sev-- we both nearly had heart attacks when we got your message." he groans. you rub his shoulder as you laugh.

"you wanna hear somethin' that'll make you laugh?" you ask. he nods.

"violet's got a crush on the girl here." you say. vander raises his eyebrow, looking over at caitlyn, who's absorbed by the diagram of the prison, pointing and mumbling to an interested and engaged silco and sevika. "an oil heiress." you say. vander chuckles.

"huh. well are the feelings mutual?" he asks. you laugh.

"they better be. violet got all our fuckin' kids arrested for her ass." you whisper. vander groans and rolls his eyes, grabbing his chest.

"oh, don't tell me these things." he begs. you laugh.

"you're lucky you don't have girls." you say.

you wait until midnight to start your plan.

you split up into three groups.

silco and vander are the horsemen, both of grayson's and cait's, plus teddybear, who they found outside the jail, wrangled up and tied to the two carts-- ready to get out of town fast once you break the kids out.

sevika's on explosives, obviously.

you and caitlyn have to find a way to communicate with the kids.

you're helping wrap a bandanna around the lower half of caitlyn's face, tugging an old hat low on her face to disguise her as best as possible. she grunts and squirms.

"quit movin'. you're a fuckin heiress, everyone knows your face. you can't be seen breakin' kids outta prison." you say. she sighs.

"fine." she grunts as you wrap a scarf over her neck.

"okay." you whisper, satisfied now that she's bundled enough to be indistinguishable. "show me this window."

caitlyn guides you around the back of the jail building, and quietly points up to a cell window about fifteen feet off the ground, iron barred.

"take the beef jerkey." you say, shoving the paper package in her hand. she pockets it, and then you crouch. "stand on my shoulders." you say. she nods, clambering on top of you.

once she's steady, you groan as you stand to your full height. with caitlyn on your shoulders, she can peek through the window.

the window, apparently, sits above the sheriff's desk-- likely where he's in a whiskey induced coma now-- sleeping away the pain of his shoulder. oppisite his desk, are the iron bars holding your children.

the sheriff's got a dog, hence the beef jerkey.

caitlyn whistles into the window. you cringe.

the sheriff snores, and the dog whines. you can make out the plop of a piece of jerkey, and then caitlyn's whispered, "hi doggie!"

you bite back your smile, and almost collapse when you hear jinx's voice.

"oh for fuck's sake-- violet!" she whispers."your stupid fucking girlfriend's here!"

you grin, tears welling in your eyes at the sound of your kid.

"caitlyn!" violet exclaims. you take a shaky breath.

"we're blowing the back wall down." caitlyn whispers. "you need to shelter on this end."

there's some shuffling as the kids wake up and run over to the oppisite wall, and you grin at the pitter patter.

the sheriff gasps, and you freeze. caitlyn bites squeaks.

and then he's back to snoring. you sigh shakily and squeeze caitlyn's ankles.

"stay there. we'll see you on the other side." she whispers, then she jumps down from your shoulders.

the two of you take off for the oppisite side of the building where sevika's waiting for the two of you.

she grabs your hand as she lights the line to the dynamite. you hold your breath. the line sizzles, sizzles, sizzles, quickly reaching the sticks at the base of the wall, until it... fizzles out.

sevika holds her breath. you hold your breath. caitlyn gasps, "oh fuck-- what do we do no--"

she's cut off by a BOOM!

the ground shakes, dust goes flying, and the wall comes tumbling down.

as the dust clears, a small fire illuminating the inside of the cell, you grin as the kids start hooting and hollaring in amazement.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!" jinx and claggor shout at the same time as they all come sprinting out of the cell.

sevika snorts, then smacks them both upside the head.

"fuckin' stealth mission, assholes!" she whisper-scolds. mylo cackles.

"sorry sevika, but the stealth went out the window with that wall!" he laughs. sevika snorts and wraps all three of them up in her strong arms.

beside you, violet gasps, tears streaming down her eyes as she reaches up to pull caitlyn's bandana away.

"you came back." she whispers dramatically. you roll your eyes at the pure corniness, and then melt at the sweet sight of caitlyn darting forward and pressing her lips against your daughter's.

it's clumsy and quick, and they're both pull away bright red and gasping. you quickly look away when violet's eyes dart toward you, pretending like you weren't looking.

it doesn't seem to matter though, because next thing you know you have an armful of violet, sobbing into your shoulder. you squeeze her tight against your chest, and press a kiss against her head.

"you're in so much fucking trouble." you whisper against her hair. she giggles between her sobs.

"i knew you'd come." she whispers. you laugh.

"duh, dumbass. we need someone to take care of the chickens every day." you say. she cackles.

a gunshot rings out, and you all jump, turning around to face the now- open cell.

the sheriff stand sin the debris, a shard of wood speared through his unshot arm, his gun held weakly in his hand at his waist.

you push violet and caitlyn away to run grabbing their hands as you sprint down the street. beside you, sevika's got mylo under her arm, and calggor's got jinx on his back as they sprint, screaming and laughing down main street.

as the sheriff chases after you, unloading his gun at you, a bullet grazes violet's arm. she gasps in pain, and you gasp in horror, and before you know what's happening you're spinning on your heel and stopping dead in your tracks, reaching for the pistol you'd tucked into your waistband this morning.

you take a deep breath, and close one eye. lining your barrel up with the sheriff's bald, sweaty face.

he gets closer. he gets closer. sevika notices you're missing behind you, screaming your name, and the sheriff's right in front of you.

you shoot, and he crumbles to the ground.

it's quiet, and then your ears start ringing, and then, as the music fades, the sound of jinx's celebratory hoots fill your ears. you grin and turn back around, jogging to catch up to your family where everyone besides jinx (whose dancing in celebration at your shot) is frozen in place and gawking at you.

you smack sevika's ass as you pass her, grabbing jinx's wrist as you continue down main street, toward where silco and vander were waiting.

"c'mon y'all, someone's gonna check in on all this commotion soon!" you call over your shoulder.

shocked laughs fill the dusty main street as you and your family flee.

the ride back to your inn is mostly spent in long lectures, hilarious re-tellings of the kids' experience in jail, and tears and kisses being pressed to cringing children's heads.

but when you get back home to your inn, on your turf, all the anxiety and stress from the journey wear off, and you can finally relax.

you set up vander and silco and the boys in three rooms. violet eagerly volunteers to host caitlyn in her room, which makes you all laugh, (jinx groans in disgust) and you allow it.

and then, after scrubbing down with a washcloth, you fall crawl into the mattress on the floor beside sevika.

she's been snoring since you got back. she woke up for dinner, then fell back asleep after. but the second your weight hits the bed, she's blinking open, a smile on her face. you snort at her.

"what's that look for?" you ask.

"y'know that was the hottest thing i've ever fuckin' seen?" she whispers. you laugh.

"oh yeah?" you ask. she nods.

"didn't think you had it in you." she says, smirking. you just shrug and wink at her.

"you woulda done it anyways, i saw that look in your eye." you say. she grins and nods.

"yeah, but i didn't even have to try. my fuckin' outlaw wife killed the sheriff for me." she says, a blush working up her cheeks. you grin.

"now you know how it feels." you say. she laughs and you dart forward to kiss her forehead.

"i love you." she whispers. "i'm gonna fuck you through the floor tomorrow morning." she mumbles as she drifts off to sleep. you laugh.

"not happenin' babe." you say, kissing her forehead. "the kids are underneath us."

sevika groans. "those stupid fuckers."

you laugh and kiss her again. "i love you, sev."

"you owe me five bucks." she says.

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19, 25 and 26 for the fic asks PLS AND THANK YOUUUUU!! (oh my god computer WHY??) (I'm not changing it from all caps though)

If those don't spark joy or you've already done them, feel free to swap them out for anything you'd like!

hiii i will happily accept the caps haha, i'm always short some!!!

i'll do 19 last 🥰

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

hmmm. Close Behind probably but please know that whenever i writeangst like that i am also going 'hehehehehe' like a witch at my screen when i hit post.

26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see?

yes! all of it! tbh i had trouble letting ray read my nonfanfiction; he is the least online person in the world and that is a huge part of why i love him. and my siblings and i are not the kind of siblings who share hobbies with each other lol.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

okay, since this conference means i'm probably not going to update the star splitter for a bit (which is good if people want to catch up!!), i'll stick a snippet from chapter 6 below the cut here. chapter 6 is, of course, my favorite chapter so far; it also has a content warning for the aftermath of parental death (narcissa) and discussion of amputation, which doesn't actually happen but it's still rather casually suggested. 😬

Draco had been suspended from time travel for six months after his mother died, a standard sentence for agents who experienced a significant loss of someone close: time sand confiscated, zero assignments, barred from even visiting Headquarters. Draco has no idea where that six-month figure had come from, as if that was enough time to truly grow around the grief, to get so used to it one could ignore the impulse to fix it when one had the means. Abrams and Chelsea seemed to understand Draco’s feelings on the matter, because an additional, non-standard sentence was imposed on him: a time cuff was placed around his wrist, unremovable except by Abrams, keeping Draco utterly anchored in the present. It looked like a watchband without a face, gold and cool and tight around his left wrist. When the Time Turner didn’t work, Father started staring at the time cuff. In between one round of gin and the next, he and Draco came to the apparently mutual decision to try to get the cuff off. They had tried melting it, cutting it, freezing it and bashing it with explosive hexes, prying it off with fireplace tongs. Nothing worked; Draco’s arm was a bloodied mess of gashes and burns and wounds, the pain somewhere far away from him, buried under drink and howling misery. It had been Draco who suggested they simply cut off his hand at the wrist, finally shocking Father into some semblance of sense. He refused; Draco said he would get Jack to do it; they argued. Father said he would do it after they had one more drink, then put enough Dreamless Sleep in Draco’s gin to down a hippogriff. Draco slept for 18 hours straight and woke up to his arm healed and Jack checking his vitals, entirely distraught. While he’d been asleep, Father had sobered up, signed over to Draco the entirety of Malfoy Manor and all of his British holdings, and departed for Switzerland.

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Yo Godawesome author-Sama of the magical mountains, I hope you are keeping healthy, I've been looking forward to more of your works. I know requests ain't allowed and I won't prod you, u do enough. But the post about Diana and baby claude got me weird ideas-would Diana go full on bat shit crazy like cersei did during joff's death should she know of athy's LP and Korea life and then see athy sacrificing herself for obelia, claude, Ana-aety and jetty in wmmap. Just some food for thought.♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Anon, dear kind beautiful amazing anon, who has given me light at the end of the tunnel with your wonderful words of niceness- thank you. Thank you thank youuuuu for the kindness I- *sobs on the floor* I AM keeping healthy and for even saying 'enough' like pls the appreciation the single sentence made it all the worthwhile honestly!!!(thank you for asking and saying so!!! *places hand on heart*)

Really, I didn't think anyone noticed that post!! It had very few notes so I was like ah 😞 I'm not gonna do those asks for a while... but then you came into my asks and made me smile sooooo big!!! And omf GOT style?! I mean, quite possibly!? (Wait why is she sacrificing herself- IDK anything after ch 34 of wmmap, guys no spoilers!! QAQ) I have written Diana with that ✨vibe✨before, it's chapter 18 of Re:Love! and I think she would have because of how precious her only child was to her. Because you were so sweet, please do have this angsty piece, let me know what you think!!! ↓

Diana never knew what heartbreak felt like before she met Claude. She thought that would be the end- but here she stood, in the darkened room where she watched her daughter, her only child, look up at the moon and wished for a better day to come.

She drifted from her daughter's room, and to where Claude was, downing himself in drinks once more, and she lets her hand fall onto his hair, as if she could touch him. His bleary eyes stare through her, almost managing to focus on her face before he croaks out, "Diana?"

She doesn't answer him, a frown overtaking her beautiful face, wanting to slide her hand down and wrap it around his neck with her other hand, to throttle him until he turned blue.

But still, she had some patience, some kindness left in her soul, and so she turned, and left him there. Alone, in the dark once more, by himself. Not caring that he cried out her name and bottles smashed on the ground behind her.

She sat next to her daughter, her weight not making a dip in the bed as she stroked her daughter's hair, tried to press loving kisses onto her forehead. The sun rose again, and her daughter seemed to dress a little different, unlike her time in the other era where glass buildings towered into the sky and people were able to fly.

Her Athanasia hesitated before she slipped on comfortable black flats, a dark dress that came up to her calves before she stands in front of the mirror and a shaking hand comes up to hold the pendant at her neck. Diana looked at it more closely. It was her pendant.

Athanasia, why are you wearing that? Diana wanted to ask, but she's happy her child chose to wear something of hers, loving her as a mother even though she never knew her. She wonders, what was the special occasion?

She soon finds out, and her face turns whiter than the marble of the palace, her veins showing on the backs of her hands as she desperately tries to reach her daughter but fails to stop her from slashing her neck as she drops to the ground in front of the people who were supposed to love her in place of the mother who didn't live.

Diana stared at her daughter's body. Her... body.

It didn't- it didn't make sense. Why, why did her daughter feel the need to sacrifice herself, her precious self for the good of an empire that wouldn't give her a second glance when she was down? Diana's eyes are red at the edges, her knees throbbing with pain from where she flung herself to the ground, and she can't see through the tears that blur her vision.

Oh, Claude. We never should have met.

Diana's hands form fists, and the chandelier starts to shake as people begin to scream but nothing enters Diana's ears as she instead, gathers her daughter's body in her arms. The floor cracks around them, travelling up the walls, glass shattering as mirrors fall from their designated places.

She didn't care whether anyone died when the most important person, her child, had died right in front of her eyes. She wept as her expression turned to anger, her normally elegantly beautiful face becoming one of dangerous rage.

Flames flickered at the edge of her sight and tore through the wallpaper, and all she can think is how much she hated this empire that laughed at her when she had been a concubine. How her daughter had been abandoned until she was five, until she was nine, until she died at the hands of others until herself.

She hated this empire, she hated Claude, hated his whole family- what use was being a member of the imperial family when all they did was tear others apart? She hated them- hated all of them. Shehatedthemhatedthemhatedthem-!

A small grin became full blown as she laughed brokenly, her cheek on her daughter's cheek, feeling the warmth leave her child's pale face and she can no longer keep up the smile on her face as it draws down. Her lips open, her teeth glistening under the sunlight streaming in through the crumbling palace as the rays bounced off the glass shards on the floor.

And Diana lets out a scream that all could only describe as- fury.

Heavens above, take them into your embrace.

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44 and 49 for the writer asks, pls and thank youuuuu!! Also a wildcard of your choice if you want!! xox

Hi!! I'm so excited and honored to get an ask from you since you are, as you know, one of my favorite Drarry writers! (Specifically, Beautiful Madness never fails to make me laugh when I need it!)

That said, on to your questions!

44. Best piece of feedback you've ever gotten?

I think I'm going to answer this in two ways, since I'm not sure how the word "best" is used here. My favorite compliment I've ever gotten on my writing was on "Deliquesce," when someone said they were gushing to their dog about the fic, because my dog (before she passed) would hear me rant about my favorite fics all the time! 😂

The best feedback in terms of constructive criticism was from @moonstruckwytch, and they're gonna get mad at me because we tease them a bit for this advice but I NEEDED to hear it. I was dissatisfied with a story I'd written and didn't know why. They read it and pointed out that my style was choppier than theirs. I should point out that it wasn't meant at all to be concrit, more of an observation, but when I read over the story again I realized that I needed to smooth it out. Cori, love, genuinely thank you for telling me that it was true and I needed to hear it and I'm extremely glad you said it. <3

49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end?

As established in my other response to an ask, I have no patience. I have ADHD, which manifests partially by making me impulsive. The middle of a story is definitely the hardest. I have trouble fleshing a story out; I tend to want to just cut to the chase already and not develop it enough because I'm too antsy to finish it. My longest fic so far is 7.8k, and in the hands of a better author it probably could've been a lot more drawn-out, but I didn't have the bandwidth to make it longer than that. I'm currently doing a series called Little Red, which about vigilante murderer Luna Lovegood and while I know how it ends I have little idea what to put in the middle, so it's at a bit of a standstill at the moment. I'm mostly just listening to badass murder-y country songs for inspiration and hoping for something to strike.

37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

I chose this for my wild card because it means I get to talk about one of my favorite musicals. There's a show called "Newsies" which has a character named Katherine Plumber, a female journalist (like me!). She has a song called Watch What Happens (which I stole to use as a title for a journalist!Draco fic), in which she says, "Speak up, take a stand, and there's someone to write about it/that's how things get better!" That line speaks to me both as a journalist and as a writer in general. We as fanfic authors use our writing to make the story better. We use our diversity, our experiences, our interests and our own creativity to take what JKR did and make it better.

Thank you so much for these questions! Please keep the requests coming. Asks are pinned, and prompts are my most recent post.

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Pls pls plssss release the other smut snippets (that, let's face it, we know you have :'D) of the ROs (@Edddie I'm particularly looking at you!!!!) Thank youuuuu😭💖💖💖

feeding the masses because i just love our favourite uncle so much and he deserves better (〃‿〃✿)

You practically run into Edmund’s townhouse the second you get off the carriage. You’re almost beside yourself with worry as you hastily make your way up the stairs, all the while anxiously tracing the wax seal on his letter.

It arrived that morning, and when you opened it, you learnt he had taken ill last night. Normally, you wouldn’t bat an eyelash, but this is Edmund – the man doesn’t get sick very often, and considering his lofty position, you fear perhaps one of his enemies had finally caught up with him. It doesn’t help that his message was vague at best, leaving your fretful thoughts to stew about in your head.

“Your Serene Highness.” You try not to openly sigh with relief when you see that he looks to be mostly okay. His complexion is a bit pale, and there are dark circles under his eyes, but nothing awful. You rush over, ignoring the maid who bobs you a curtsey, and cup his face between your hands. He’s a bit warm, but nothing alarming. “Are you all right?”

Edmund smiles sweetly at you, and you start to feel a little silly. “I’m fine, just a bit tired, my dear.”

You narrow your eyes at his cheery expression. The old flirt had you by the nose. Your hands drop away from him as you cross your arms, attempting your best glare. “You…you ignoble lecher! You’re not even sick!”

His expression doesn’t dim one bit as he waves away the servants in his room. “It’s just a head cold, my dear. I’ll survive.”

“I’m leaving.”  

You barely make a step before the sounds of faked coughs and sniffles fill the room. “Ahem, oh dear, I think I really am coming down with something.”

If you had a stronger will, you would have liked to walk away and not look back, but unfortunately, he’s wormed his way into your heart. You sigh as you go to his bed and sit down beside him. “You’re acting like a child, my lord.”

Edmund tries to look as pitiful as possible as he feigns another cough. “No, no, my darling, I think I really have caught my death with this.”

“You’re fine.” Still, your hand touches his forehead. “It’s just a bit warm. It’ll go away with some rest.”

He flashes you an impish smile as he takes your hand and presses a warm kiss to your knuckles. “I’m quite ill, I daresay. The physician told me to keep warm, and you, my dear, keep me very warm.”

Your cheeks flush, but you try not to give in. “I’ll tell the maids to bring up more blankets and fix you some stew then.”

“No, no, you don’t understand my dear – I’m sick because I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’m leaving.” Despite your words, you let him tug you onto his lap though and wrap his arms around you.  

“Oh, how cruel this young lady is!” Edmund wails dramatically. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling your cheek. “Haven’t you the heart to pity a dying old man?”

“You’ve always been prone to theatrics.”  

“Please?” He kisses your earlobe. “Why are you in a rush to head back to that horrific house? Wouldn’t you rather spend the day here? Comforting your poor and ill lover?”

You sigh, shivering as his tongue traces the shell of your ear. “I can’t stay past dinner though…”

“That’s more than enough time for me.” His hands begin to make quick work of your dress as his lips trail kisses down to your neck, gently licking and sucking once he reaches the junction between it and your shoulder. Your dress is off now, and he starts pulling off your corset and chemise.

“Isn’t it a little early for this?” You stifle a gasp as he nips at the base of your neck.

“Nonsense – it’s never too early to lavish you with affection.”  

You start to question him, but the words die in your throat once he does away with your clothes in that infuriatingly easy manner of his, and begins peppering kisses down your neck.

“It’s...it’s t-too early for this…” You want to stay firm and sensible, but you barely stifle a whimper when he begins sucking on the delicate skin on your collarbone.

“You’re still so shy too.” You can already feel his smug (and admittedly quite charming) smile.

“T-that’s because…y-you’re so indecent.”

“Mhm.” The vibration from his low voice is almost enough to weaken your stubborn resolve. And so you begin this game of refusing to acknowledge his ministrations, and he desperately trying to get you to crack. It works for a while, as he lavishes his attentions on your breasts and neck, you can almost lull yourself into a hazy sense of stability.

In your attempt to maintain a stoic appearance, you fail to realize where his hands are. One slowly makes its way between your legs. When he pushes a finger inside of you, you almost squeal from the sudden, but not unwelcome, intrusion. “That’s n-not fair…!” Your hands tighten around his shoulders.

“Of course it’s unfair, my dear.” Edmund pulls away, an amused smile on his face as he gives your lips a quick peck. “My stubborn girl would leave me to die of ennui if I didn’t play dirty.”

Two more fingers enter you, and you can’t hold in your moan. So you opt to glare at his self-satisfied expression. “Y-you’re awful petty for an o-old man…”

“Only for you, my dear.” His lips capture yours in a sweet kiss – a gentle one that conveys his adoration, yet greedily swallows up your voice as his fingers curl inside of you.

You feel that familiar pressure building in the bottom of your stomach, but unfortunately, he slows down his pace. You forget about your attempts of modest contrarianism, and desperately rock your hips against his hand, in want of any friction to let you finally come.

“I knew you’d come around, dear one,” he murmurs against your lips, tongue touching yours for a second. “You shouldn’t be so stubborn, and just let yourself enjoy the moment.”

You almost cry out as you finally feel your release, but Edmund kisses you once more, muffling your moans as he removes his fingers from you. You watch, cheeks bright red and still panting from your high, as he licks his fingers with a bright smile. “Still as delectable as ever.”

His constant reassurances really did make you feel better. At first, you thought that if you slept with him, he would simply dump you once he was satisfied, like how the rumours spoke of him. So even though you really did love him, you held out, never allowing more than a brief kiss.  

But now here you are, months later, though not any closer to marriage, but you’re happy with this. You know he’ll marry you when he feels the time is right, and you’ll wait for him. He won’t leave you, and you won’t leave him, not when you’ve finally found each other.

“It’s still not fair,” you murmur, resting your cheek on his shoulder, suddenly feeling too shy to meet his gaze. “Why am I undressed, but you still have your clothes on?”

“You want me naked?” He laughs softly. “You only had to ask.”

You want to protest that he’s simply flattering himself, but once he’s undressed, he sits you down onto his lap, more firmly than he did before, and you feel his member against you.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes still aren’t meeting his, so you bury your face in his broad shoulders instead.  

“Let’s try something new.” Edmund’s hands rest on your rear. “Let’s do it in this position, okay?”

“Why?” Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire now.

“Why not?” His tone is amused as he kisses the side of your head. “It’s good to keep things interesting in the bedroom.”

“Are you saying that I wasn’t interesting before?”

“No, no, of course not, my dear!” His hands are gently massaging you now. “I was just thinking that you would look even more enchanting on my lap.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“Here.” Edmund pulls you in closer and just a bit higher, so the tip of his length just brushes against your entrance. “Relax down onto me, okay? And let me see your adorable face, all right?”

You do as he says, slowly lowering yourself onto him, but you can’t help but tense. He feels larger like this, unfamiliar. “I-I can’t…”

“Take a deep breath, okay, my dear?” He rubs soothing circles. “Just relax, don’t tense up. You’re doing wonderful, my good sweet girl.”

So, again, you do as he says, and you manage to take him in completely. It feels…so different than from what you’re used to. You know there’s nothing different about either of you, but something about this position feels so much deeper.

“That’s my good girl.” A soft kiss is pressed on the corner of your eye. “Whenever you’re ready, you can start moving.”

You give yourself a second before you begin to rock your hips against him, slowly at first, but once you feel that familiar thrill, your speed picks up. Edmund matches you perfectly, and he kisses you deeply and adoringly once more.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again, not with how much more pleasurable everything seems in this position. Your lover, as experienced as he is, slows down for you to ride it out, though your moans are all consumed in the kiss.

“You…did so good, dear girl…” He lifts you off of himself and cradles you gently against his warm chest. “I’m so proud of you, darling.”

“W-what about yourself?”

“I want you to watch.”

Your eyes dart down, a sweet kind of mortification filling you when you see his hardened member still glistening from you. He grabs your hand, though not without a slight hesitation in askance for your agreement – which you would give him anyway – and wraps your fingers around himself.

He slowly begins to pump himself with your hand, all the while murmuring, “I can’t wait until the day I can cum inside you, dear girl.” He’s quiet for a moment, before adding, “And…I can’t wait…until we start…a family…”

Your cheeks feel like they’ll burn off when you hear him curse under his breath, something he rarely does, and you feel something warm on your hand.

For now, your love isn’t quite conventional. It is only fitting that your relationship isn’t traditional either, but you like it that way. As much as you tease each other, you know that you love him, and more importantly, you know he loves you back.

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stolen sweatshirts

peter parker x reader

requested by @galaxy-parker: basically y/n always steals peter's clothes but she looks so cute he's like okay just keep it, but he's secretly like steadily running out of clothes

word count: 1k

warnings: none, just fluff!

a/n: this was fun 2 write, but not one of my best works. pls don’t judge it too hard. at least i gave you something right

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“Peter!” Aunt May called from down the hall, checking the watch on her wrist. She and Peter were headed out to run some errands, and he was running late, per usual. “We’ve gotta leave in five minutes. You about ready?”

“Almost!” Peter called back, running over to his closet to find a sweatshirt to slip on. He sighed in defeat when he realized that he only had one clean hoodie left, and it was the one littered with stains after wearing it to experiment in Tony’s lab one too many times. 

Where were the rest of his hoodies and sweatshirts, some may ask? Well, they just happened to be in one of three places: in your closet, on your body, or scattered across your floor.

Now, to be clear, Peter loved seeing you in his clothes. You always looked so soft, and he couldn’t resist the smile that graced your face when your head would pop through the neckhole, hair slightly tousled. 

He adored the way you would pull the sleeves over your hands and give yourself a hug, saying it was basically the same as a hug from him when he was away. He cherished the way you would send him selfies in them, the hood pulled over your head as you snuggled with the large teddy bear he got you for Valentine’s Day.

So, it was safe to say that Peter was more than happy to let you borrow his clothes any day. The only issue was… he was starting to run out of clothes to lend. As much as he loved you, he also knew you were a pretty forgetful person. You managed to stay on top of your grades and extracurricular activities with ease, yet you struggled to remember to buy milk when you went to the store. 

This led to his borrowed sweatshirts remaining at your house for months, leaving him with a shortage of clothing. He never had the heart to ask for his stuff back, but he knew it was time for you to return at least a few of his things.

Shrugging, Peter threw on the stained hoodie before running out to May, being sure to send you a text as he was leaving the apartment. He’d worn worse out of the house before, especially after his argument with Tony.

— -

Bing! Yawning, you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes a few times before reaching out for your phone on the nightstand. You’d fallen asleep binging Netflix again, leading you to sleep in a few hours later than expected. Taking a moment to stretch, you swiped open the screen of your phone and read the newest message from your boyfriend.

Pete: hey! i’m out with May rn, and if it’s cool, i’m gonna stop by this afternoon to pick up some of the clothes you’ve borrowed

You: okay! i’ll have them washed by the time you get here

Pete: also… maybe we should have an intervention for you. i literally only have one clean hoodie, and i’m wearing it rn

You: are you suggesting that i have a problem? i can guarantee that i most definitely do not.

Pete: hmm… guess we’ll let the court decide.

You laughed to yourself and locked your phone before stepping out of bed, almost tripping over the shoes that you’d left on the floor the night before.

“Oops,” you murmured to yourself, scanning your room for any of Peter’s sweatshirts. After trying to balance about six or seven garments in your arms, you decided that maybe you should grab a basket to hold them in.

Or two.

Or three.

Okay, maybe you did have a slight problem. And why did Peter own so many sweatshirts?

It took three loads of laundry just to clean the sweatshirts, and thankfully, you were pulling the last load out of the dryer when there was a knock at your door. 

“Coming!” you called as you ran towards the front entryway, opening up the door to a smiling Peter Parker.

“I believe you have something of mine,” he joked, stepping inside when you moved out of the doorway.

“More like some-things,” you laughed, walking back over to the dryer to fold the sweatshirts, “Like, plural.”

“Told you that you have a problem,” he shrugged in an I-told-you-so way, beginning to help you fold the clothes, “Do we need to have that intervention I mentioned?”

“Listen, I’m not THAT obsessed—” you paused when he raised his eyebrows and looked down at the sweatshirt you were wearing, your cheeks turning red upon the realization that it was one of his. 

“You were saying?”

“Okay, you might have a point,” you giggled and tugged on the sleeves, “But, we both know that you don’t mind seeing me in your stuff. It’s a win-win situation.”

“You’re not wrong,” he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a warm side hug. He smelled like vanilla, and his hoodie was soft against your cheek as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“So…” you pulled away and gave him puppy dog eyes as you pointed down to the sweatshirt you were wearing, “Can I at least keep this one? Just for today?”

“Hmm…” he placed a hand on his chin, pretending to consider your plea, “I don’t know…”

“Pleaseeee!” you stuck out your lower lip, “I promise I’ll give it back. Really.”

“You know what?” he dropped his hand from his face, “You can just keep that one. Forever.”

“Thank youuuuu!” you sang and did a little jump, squealing when Peter grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up. He spun you around in a circle before setting you back down, his cheeks tinted pink. You always looked beautiful, but in this moment, you were glowing brighter than he’d ever seen before.“But… maybe you should take it back sometimes. I don’t want it to stop smelling like you.”

Peter simply giggled in response, taking a moment to brush a stray hair away from your face before bringing his hand down to hold your jaw. His thumb was rough against your cheek, calloused and worn from his superhero-ing; but his touch still felt like home.

And that was just it, wasn’t it? No matter where you were or what you were doing, Peter was always your home. 

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Our Song (pt 6)

Summary: School playboy, and jock Jungkook is the last person you’d expect to be a soulful musician, but everybody has their secrets

Jungkook x Reader (fluff, angst, smut next chapter)

a/n: ahhh thank you for all the requests, getting requests and feedback about my stories literally makes my life I love you all so freaking much ALSO SORRY IT TAKES ME LIKE 50 YEARS TO POST OMFG

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“Y/n L/n IT IS 2:17AM DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA--” Your mother screams, pacing in the kitchen, while your dad scowls beside her. You sit at the dinner table, numbly listening to their tirade. You’re still half asleep, and tired from earlier. 

You’d fallen asleep at Jungkook’s earlier that night, and woken up when he’d rolled over in his sleep, and flopped on top of you. In the moment it was funny, until you read the clock that glowed “2:10am” in ominous white lettering. 

“JUNGKOOK I-AGDHGDJ” You’d screamed, pushing him off and springing from the bed. He sat up, hair sticking up in all directions as you hopped around his room, desperately tugging your jeans on. 

“What?” His voice was deep and grumbly as he rubbed his eyes and tried to process the situation. His eyes finally settled on the clock, and he gasped and dashed out the door, “MEET ME IN THE CAR!!!” He screamed, scrambling for the keys. 

The two of you hit 70 in a 25, managing to get you home by 2:15, saving about 8 minutes on your usual drive time. You kissed him one more time before getting out of the car, trying to savor one last good moment before you met your bitter end. “I love you forever Y/n,” He smiles, stress evident in his tense body. 

“I love you forever too Jungkook.” You sighed, facing the house, having accepted your impending doom. The second the door had closed behind you, the lights came on and the screaming began.

By 2:45 your parents decided they had enough and sent you swiftly to bed, but not before taking your phone and sentencing you to 2 weeks of being grounded. 

You lied in bed, emotionally drained as you stared at the ceiling. But even then, you couldn’t help but smile. You really did love him. 

From: My Mans :)

Saturday, 2:30am

Y/n??

Y/n is everything okay???

Im so sorry 

I really am I didnt mean for time to get away from us like that

Ughhhhhh Y/n please dont be mad

Please dont be mad

Ok uhhhh text me tomorrow ig. I love you

Sunday, 10:11am

Y/n really Im getting worried

Pls tell me this is a prank? AHAHAh im laughing

2:45pm

I showed you my dick pls reply

Y/N 

4:41pm

goddddd

Y/n i really love youuuuu

Knock knock

Whos there?

NOT YOU APPARENTLY SJHDGSJFAHKSAHJ

6:18pm

ok so

I guess youre mad?

Annnnd idk what I did so I cant say sorry

BUT if you tell me what I did wrong I can apologize

sooooo

uGAUKHSFGHJ Y/N

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You grin scrolling through your messages. It was 7:45am on a monday, and you’d just gotten your phone back. You’d spent the weekend without electronics, and with plenty of housework. You still had two weeks of house arrest, but you would get to see your friends at school, and keep your phone, so things were already looking up. Your parents didn’t know you lost your v-card, so they didn’t really have anything against Jungkook except for him keeping you out too late. 

To: My Mans :)

7:48- Come get meeeeee :P

Within 2 minutes of sending that text Jungkook replies, making you laugh.

From: My Mans :)

7:56- Oh my god are you kidding me I text you all day every day all weekend and this is all I get back? No heartfelt message? Am I just a rockin bod and a cool car to you? Damn, you thotties really be cold

7:57- Omw

“What the fuuuuck,” Jungkook whines pulling you in by the hips and kissing you, pressing you against him. 

“Sorry, my parents took my phone.” You grin, ruffling his hair and getting in the car. 

“God I thought I was bad in bed or something, you really did a number on my insecurity this weekend,” He grins, taking the car out of park. 

Walking through school felt different now. You felt dirty and exposed. You felt like everybody knew what you did that weekend. Walking down the halls hand in hand with Jungkook, you usually got some stares, but now it felt like all eyes were on you. Jungkook seemed fine, unbothered even. As he should of course, and as you should too. You just couldn’t shake that unsettled feeling though. 

Eventually that feeling left, and a feeling of pride took its place. You were his girl, the person he decided was worthy enough to be his first. Telling your friends really gassed you up. 

“Y/N YOU WHAT?!” Lisa was screaming. You guys were between classes and you couldn’t really think of a good time to tell them, so you figured now was as good as any. “You got dicked down? Like all the way down?!” Lisa whispered, eyes wide.  “Yeah! Do you guys hate me?” You grin nervously.

“No! Just don’t ditch us for booty calls,” Jisoo grins and nudges you. The three of you laugh while you give them details as you walk to your next class. You’re caught up in the story before somebody runs into you, jolting you from your thoughts. You look back in annoyance to see who the perpetrator was. Mark Tuan just hurries off, ignoring you. “Hey, ignore him. You’re Jeon Jungkook’s squeeze now, we have more important things to think about.” Jisoo laughs, grabbing your arm and tugging you down the hallway.

Mark

Jungkook was still a part of our group I guess. Bam and Taehyung jumped on the chance to talk to him again after things had been tense the last few weeks. Jungkook texted them and asked if we could all hang after lacrosse, so of course that meant I had to wait after school til 5 for them. 

Roaming the empty halls I scroll through instagram, trying to occupy my headspace. I really had been enjoying my guy time recently, but I can’t lie, I do miss my time with Y/n. After school hot chocolate and homework had become a fixture in my life, like she had been. It felt like there was a big empty hole where she used to be, in my house and in my head. 

“Mr. Tuan,” Mr. Atkinson’s voice rips me from  my thoughts. 

“Yes sir?” I turn, pocketing my phone.

“Wanna take a walk?” Atkinson approaches, not really giving me a choice. We both walk in silence for a minute or so, our footsteps echoing down the halls. “Have you been alright recently? You and Y/n don’t talk anymore, and you’ve fallen in with a..lesser crowd.” His voice is light, but I can hear the more serious tone beneath.

“Yeah, people just..grow apart.” I shrug, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“Yeah but you and y/n didn’t. Or at least she didn’t. I know there’s more. Now, I don’t expect you wanting to talk to your washed up teacher about your personal life, but you should talk to her. Or someone.” He’s right. I sigh, nodding. 

“What do I say?” My voice is quiet, ashamed.

“It never hurts to start with sorry.” 

You lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone on a break from homework. Your break had already taken 2 hours, oops. Suddenly a picture of Mark doing a double chin fills up your home screen while your phone buzzes, signaling a call from your old friend. It had been a hot minute since you’d gotten a call from him; it had been a hot minute since you’d gotten any kind of formality from him in general. 

“Hello?” You slowly hit the green button.

“I’m sorry Y/n. Can we talk?”

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So Many Replies o.o

It seems Connielotte has some fans...(special thanks to @monets-pixels who I can’t tag for some reason for being so supportive!) I feel bad because you need to wait at least 3 days for more of them...plEASE DON’T HATE MEE

ALSO: I found out tumblr’s been eating comments so some might be missing or have been missing in the previous posts, I apologise for that and I’ll double check my posts manually from now on!

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: Before you go…maybe you could, um. G-give me your…number? You...”

FINALLYYYYYY

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: Before you go…maybe you could, um. G-give me your…number? You...”

SHE ASKED HER NUMBER IM CRYING SDOFFSDSFDJSF

I KNOW GLADE PROBABLY THREW A PARTY FOR HER ENTIRE CREW ONCE SHE FOUND OUT

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

Youre so close..... now kiss

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: *smiles sadly* Well, it’s not exactly fake, I don’t think....”

C'mon Char do it!

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

KISS THE GIRL

gurl nahh...

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Conifer: Before you go…maybe you could, um. G-give me your…number? You...”

EYYYY GET IT CONNIE

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Charlotte: *smiles sadly* Well, it’s not exactly fake, I don’t think....”

Whens the marriage u were right i AM crying

aaaaaAAAAA IM SORRY THE MARRIAGE WONT HAPPEN FOR A LONG TIME but some other good things will soon hopefully

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Okay. So. I just…about last week. Conifer: Yeah? Charlotte:...”

GIVE ME THEIR NAMES ILL GIVE THEM MY FIST 🤛🏼

THIS IS SO GOOD HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD

sugarsimms replied to your photoset “Conifer: Before you go…maybe you could, um. G-give me your…number? You...”

BETTTTERR

sugarsimms replied to your photoset “Conifer: Wow. I…you’re…welcome. Charlotte: Well, I…should get back...”

<.< very betterr

sugarsimms replied to your photoset “Charlotte: *smiles sadly* Well, it’s not exactly fake, I don’t think....”

better... but im giving you leeches if it doesn't stay this way

okay *takes notes* beware of flying leeches in 2 weeks

sugarsimms replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Okay. So. I just…about last week. Conifer: Yeah? Charlotte:...”

u rly r the dude who gave me a fucking hex

heck ya i sure am, the ex with the hex (ty for that rhyme btw)

sugarsimms replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Okay. So. I just…about last week. Conifer: Yeah? Charlotte:...”

U SAID THERE WERE GOOD POSTS COMING UP AND YOU GIVE ME THIS

BECAUSE THEY ARE GOOD THEY’RE MEANINGFUL AND DEEP AND DEVELOPING

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Okay. So. I just…about last week. Conifer: Yeah? Charlotte:...”

HOW DARE THEY BE MEAN TO MY BABE

idk man they suck a lot

sugarsimms replied to your photoset

You when I exposed your kink for face claims

you seem to forget I have that one thing you said screenshotted

sugarsimms replied to your photoset

<.< yessssssssssssssss

idk why everyone expected them to randomly get it on outside XD

sugarsimms replied to your photoset

HAPPY FACES

YES MY FRIEND YES

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Connie, good to see ya! The usual? Conifer: No, you know...”

What babes I love them

thank you ;_; it’s so good to see them so well liked!

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “I know the solution: Let’s all vote for No Cupcake Left Behind instead”

im crying at those tags this is so good i die i cant believe jess and lucian are going to betray sfe for cupcakes

i know but...its cupcakes man how could they resist?

also sorry for basically spoilering an entire character i just wanted to prove i have their full names memorised

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Hey dad-wow. What happened to you? You’re…blue!! G: I know! I have...”

curse of the blue balls

aaaaaaAAAAA DONT EVEN GO THERE also blue balls times are long over for mal at this point so...idk man and i dont rly wanna think abt blue balls in relation to dadgraab

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Shine actually ran into Nancy…pardon, Niagara, as well! His task for...”

nIAGARA THAT IS SUCH AN AMAZING NAME FOR MOMGRAAB IM CRYING

THANK YOUUUUU ITS ACTUALLY GREENISH BUT I KNEW I HAD TO

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “I CANNOT WITH THIS WALK”

first the kinkshaming NOW THE WALKSHAMING

it just never ends when it comes to shaming this man i know no...shame?

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “FICUS FRIDAY IS QUALITY CONTENT BY TUMBLR DOT COM USER ROMEO AND...”

I APPROVE OF TICKLISH FICUS WITH ALL MY HEART

ME TOO IM CRYING SO MUCH ABT CHARS WHO ARE RLY TOUGH AND ANGRY ON THE OUTSIDE BUT THEN THEYRE RLY SOFT AND TICKLISH and lets not even talk abt necks i lov this boy

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Connie, good to see ya! The usual? Conifer: No, you know...”

2 CUTE FOR ME IM DEAD

nOOOOO COME BACK

blueossa replied to your photo “Baby’s first tiny coven!”

I want to see more of them :)

trust me, same xD I just don’t have plans for them right now and that makes it more difficult. If only we had magic in ts4...I’m sure I’d find a use for another save

pixeldemographics replied to your photo “Baby’s first tiny coven!”

can i join too pls

pixeldemographics replied to your photo “Baby’s first tiny coven!”

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I AM CRYING RN 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HELP ME

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

She's so beautiful I'm in LOVE

;_; THANK YOUUUU ME TOO YOU’RE IN LUCK SHE KEEPS GETTING PRETTIER

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: I don’t like this Fango guy. He…something about him seems off...”

im still crying so much for this post i want to frame it on a wall and protecc shine and hold trellis and also can trellis and jess play b-ball together and Plot????

AAAAAAAAAAAA TUMBLR THIS FUCKER ATE THIS COMMENT AND I CRY IDK HOW MANY MORE ITS BEEN EATING ILL BROOMSTICK IT SO GOOD FOR KEEPING THIS FROM ME WHYYYYY

AND ALSO I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED THAT OPPORTUNITY ;-; the b-ball will happen after all the drama has passed and i could punch myself asjhfbajhfbajshfas but also ill go die now because this comment is too good