#and he WAS the high school boyfriend when he was jackie's and now he's a man and if you wanted him because he was jackie's what do you do
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nobody callie breaking up with her boyfriend posting?! nobody kyle as jeff lite? nobody callie afraid of what her mother could do to him? nobody callie afraid of what She, her mother's daughter, could do to him? nobody kyle as a version of jeff that shauna doesn't have anymore? nobody kyle, jackie taylor's version?
#no im sure it has been said but still let's talk about kyle some more!#Callie breaking up with him the way Jackie would have ofc broken up with Jeff#''I was the high school boyfriend''#and he WAS the high school boyfriend when he was jackie's and now he's a man and if you wanted him because he was jackie's what do you do#with him now that he is an older version of himself jackie never met#now that he is more yours than hers!#the parallel between jackie looking at the photo of shauna and shauna looking at a photo of kyle#is not for nothing#kyle is the jeff that jeff was when he was jackie's#and now he's just shauna's.#so the marriage starts to fall apart the more jeff becomes a person jackie wouldn't know#and kyle becomes the reminder of that#meanwhile callie is caught between deciding if she's ''like mom'' or jackie or both or neither#and either way kyle has to go for it to happen#he – or who he represents – can't get in the middle again#yellowjackets#callie sadecki#shauna shipman#jeff sadecki#kyle yellowjackets
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🐰 — you're the one (that im dreamin' of)
summary: ever since that stupid kiss with jackie, things have gotten worse. you just wish she liked you back.
warnings: fluff with angst, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, dysphoria mentions/internalized transphobia, timeskips. not proofread
a/n: 3k WORDS HOLY FUCK????? this is my first fic that ive done that has gotten to be this long im amazed wtf! this is definitively a favorite of mine now, and i hope you all enjoy it <3
you're just sitting next to each other on the couch watching a movie, you don't know why your heart is beating so fast.
maybe it's because her shoulder is touching yours, and every time she finds a joke funny, she leans into you while laughing, causing you to sweat and nervously laugh along with her.
god, you need to get over your little crush on jackie. well, it's not little at all, actually - you know you're in love with her, which is 10x worse. but the worst part is the voice in the back of your head telling you that she'd never be with someone like you. someone trans.
you know it's not true - jackie was very supportive when you came out to her in middle school. she was the only one defending you from shitty kids and let you stay at her house for a while when your parents found all your binding stuff and threw you out. of course, you had to go back eventually but they made you throw out anything related to that 'sinful' shit.
jackie would sneak you some of shauna's flannels when you'd reach the bus stop so you could be yourself outside of home, and you always chalked that fluttery feeling in your stomach when she called you handsome down to gender euphoria. which is partly true, but you secretly wished she would've called you her boyfriend instead.
but even so, you'd have to swallow the bile that rose to your throat when senior year of high school started, and you'd see her talking to jeff - to a real man. you know that there wasn't anything going on between them, but your stomach would churn when she would mention how cute he looked that day. it made you angry - at her, at jeff, at your parents, at yourself.
so angry, that you would start ignoring her. being too close to her got to your head and it was getting hard to ignore your growing feelings for her. but this is jackie we're talking about, and she cornered you until you spat out some pathetic excuse that you were just busy with homework to ever go see her. she didn't buy it for a second, but she saw how uncomfortable you were and didn't want to press you about it. you somehow made it through the rest of the school year with only seeing her a couple times while hanging out with mutual friends.
now, it's your freshman year at rutgers which jackie begged you to apply at so you could be college buddies, and to be honest, it wasn't your first choice, but you applied anyways. and it was the only one you got accepted to, so you had no choice in the matter. coincidentally, you and jackie had the same history class, so it was only natural that she had asked you to come over to her house to reconnect.
which was a bad idea.
"have you ever kissed someone?" jackie speaks suddenly, turning to you while twirling her hair around a finger.
you splutter for a second, gulping hard. "u-uh, no, i haven't. have you?"
please say no, please say no.
"me neither." she smiles, and if you hadn't been too embarrassed to make eye contact, you would have seen the way she glanced at your lips. you hum at her response and nod before turning your attention back to the movie.
a beat passes.
"wait, we should totally practice on each other!" she says it as if it were a huge revelation. she's looking at you with sparkles in her eyes and an innocent grin, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.
"what?" you squeak out, scooting up and sitting straighter on the couch, swallowing hard as you look at her. your hand shakes as you bring it up to scratch at the back of your head. "are you serious?"
"of course," she rolls her eyes. jackie leans in closer to you and grabs your hands, and if she heard the nervous breath of air you let out, she chose to ignore it. "i mean, it wouldn't even be awkward, right? we've known each other since we were kids. and besides, it's just a little practice, no harm done."
oh, if you only knew.
you think about it - really, think about it. you don't wanna kiss her just because you like her. you know that would just cause more problems with your feelings for her. but at the same time, you've barely gotten to know anyone while at this college and the only girl you talk to here is your classmate who sits beside you in art, and she only asked for a pencil one time. so, who knows when the next time you'd be given this opportunity to kiss another girl, let alone jackie taylor.
of course, there would be no other option you'd pick besides kissing her, even if that means destroying your friendship with her forever. for you, at least. she'd go on with her life and you'd be stuck dealing with all the emotions and be lucky if you don't suddenly explode with them.
you nod slowly, choosing to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut. your lips tremble as you speak, and a cold sweat consumes your body. "s-sure. it's just practice." you try to convince yourself of it, but it doesn't seem to work that well.
jackie giggles and claps her hands together, wiggling her toes as she gets in position next to you, and you nearly back out of it as you feel her breath hit your lips. she places her hand on your shoulder for a second, picking at the fabric of your shirt before trailing her hand to your neck and pulling you in for a soft kiss.
your brain immediately shuts off and you can hear the wires crack with electricity as her plump lips move against yours. you have no choice but to let her take control of the kiss, jackie giving you experimental pecks before getting brave enough to stick her tongue in your mouth.
you moan at the feeling, eyes widening with embarrassment as you pull away, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. you can't look her in the eye as you stutter out apologies, but you wish you could because the only thing you can focus on is how swollen her lips are.
"how was it? was i good?" she asks hopefully, leaning in and anticipating your response.
"mhm." is all you can say.
she raises her fists in a celebratory manner, proud of her newly found skill. she buzzes with excitement, looking lost in thought as she replays the moment in her head. she grabs the remote and turns to you again, seemingly mistaking your frozen state for some sort of expectation on her part.
"you were good too." she reaches out and touches your arm, eyebrows furrowing at how suddenly you get up.
"sorry-i just," you wipe at your nose and clear your throat, looking anywhere but her. "i forgot i have an early class tomorrow, and i don't wanna stay up late."
"oh, okay." she nods, trying not to sound disappointed. she watches you walk away and calls out your name, remembering something. "wait! you should come to my party that i'm hosting in a few weeks."
"what party?"
"it's just a small party with friends and their friends, probably. it's to kick off our first semester of college." she smiles and shrugs, bouncing on her tippy toes. "i really want you to be there with me."
"and shauna!" she adds quickly. "her semester at brown doesn't start for a couple more weeks so she's coming over to visit. she's been asking about you too, i don't know why she's suddenly so interested in you." she crosses her arms, looking annoyed.
"i'll try to show up, but don't expect anything." you tell her, giving her a small smile. you feel your heart skip a beat at her excited squeal and hug, awkwardly melting into it.
you walk out the door and can feel your emotions building up, kicking a stray rock on jackie's sidewalk before you let out a heavy sigh and wipe your face.
"fuck!"
the second you get to the party, you make a beeline straight for the drinks.
jackie's front door was unlocked when you arrived and for now, she was nowhere to be found. you're not entirely sure why you decided to show up in the first place - you've been a mess since that kiss you had with her all those weeks ago. it's all you can think about and replay in your mind, and some of your grades have started to slip. the thought of seeing her here after successfully avoiding her, which was surprisingly easy with a clever lie about being busy with classes, made you want to vomit.
you gulp down your 4th shot, grimacing at the burn in your throat. you pull out your phone and check the time - 9:49 p.m. you could stay another hour or so, take advantage of all the free drinks, maybe say a quick "hi" to jackie and shauna and then leave.
"should you really be drinking that much?" you hear a raspy voice tease from behind you.
speak of the devil.
you turn around and are face to face with shauna shipman, one of your best friends from elementary school. the last time you had spoken to her was a couple of days before high school graduation, and it was about jackie, because of course it would be. she had urged you to grow some balls and ask her out before any other person with brains would. you chickened out, that same voice in the back of your head saying she would've rejected you. of course, you've kept up with her through texts, but you haven't really had the time or heart to respond to all her questions about how it's going with jackie.
you roll your eyes and bashfully smile at the sight of her, clad in her iconic plaid shirt, which you're pretty sure is the exact one jackie gave you that one time. you shake your head to rid the thought of her, bringing shauna in for a hug. you inhale the scent of her cologne, sighing against her shoulder as your mind spins.
"i've missed you, shipman." you pull away from her and grab another shot, ignoring how she scoffs and rolls her eyes. despite this, she reaches out and grabs herself one, clinking it against your glass before you both swallow it down.
"you look good." she compliments, punching your arm and scanning your body over. "i heard that you've been on T for a while now, congrats. i like the little baby beard thing you've got going on." you swat her hand away from your face as she tries to touch it, chuckling at her antics.
"oh, thanks." you say with fake earnest, scratching at your stubble. "i've only been letting it grow out for 6 months now, no big deal."
"i'm sure jackie loves it, she's always had a thing for beards." shauna replies, smirking at you.
your smile drops a bit at the mention of jackie and you clear your throat awkwardly, looking away. shauna looks at you quizzically, wondering what she said wrong. you shake your head, pouring yourself another shot before sighing.
"it's a long story." you slur, the alcohol finally catching up to you. she grabs you by the hands and leads you through the crowd of people and into jackie's backyard, pulling a chair out and sitting you down.
"well, spit it out."
you end up spilling your guts to shauna about your feelings and what happened with jackie, surprising yourself for being able hold tears back as you pour your heart out. she rubs your back comfortingly as she listens to you talk about everything, her heart hurting as you mention your internalized transphobia.
she opens her mouth to speak but another voice calls out for you.
"there you are!" jackie yells, stopping in her tracks when she sees how close shauna is to you. her annoyance turns into concern when she notices how drunk you are. "i've been looking for you everywhere."
you giggle at her, looking up with a dopey smile and rush to your feet. "jackieeeee, hi."
"how much has he had to drink?" jackie looks at shauna, growing more concerned. you stumble into her arms, and she catches you, trying to keep you still as you mumble incoherently into her neck.
shauna shrugs, wondering if she should intervene. you're nearly black out, but she knows this would be the only way on earth that you'd confess to jackie. "maybe 4, 5 shots?"
jackie scoffs, rolling her eyes. she grabs your face and looks at you with a soft expression. "i'm gonna take you back to my room, okay? you can rest in there until you get sober enough."
"noooo," you pout, letting yourself get tugged by her back into the house and up the stairs, which you nearly trip on. you huff and puff as she pushes you into her room, feeling old memories come back at being in here. "you're no fun."
she ignores you and guides you over to her bed, pulling the covers back and helping you get in. you have no energy to fight back as she tucks you in, moving stray hairs out of your face and kissing your forehead. she leaves for a second to fetch you water, forcing you to drink some.
"why did you have to ask me to do it?" you ask suddenly, hiccupping and closing your eyes as you feel yourself get tired.
"do what?" she says quietly, running her nails over your scalp as she watches over you.
"ask me to practice kissing." you mumble. "i hated it. i hate you."
"i'm sorry." she apologizes, feeling a pang of sadness at your words. "i never wanted to make you fe-."
"i think i'm in love with you, jackie."
she freezes, her movements stilling as she processes what you just said. she swallows down what she really wants to say and shakes her head, blinking away tears. "you're drunk, you don't mean that."
"i do. i've known since middle school, i just could never tell bring myself to tell you because you'd never date someone like me."
"shut up." she gets out of bed, releasing a shaky sigh and fixing her hair. she feels her stomach drop as you give her a dejected look and turns around to face the door. "you can sleep here tonight. i'll come and check on you in the morning."
she walks towards the door and opens it, not looking back to you as she whispers a "goodnight." you're too drunk right now to care about what you just did, so you close your eyes and sleep.
you wake up with arguably the biggest hangover ever and groan, covering up the creeping sunlight with your blanket. wait- not your blanket, jackie's blanket. you sit up, feeling your heart sink as you realize what happened last night.
shit.
just as you're about to get out of bed, the door opens and in walks jackie, looking surprised at you being awake.
"i've checked on you like 5 different times, and you were always asleep." she chuckles awkwardly, sitting at the foot of the bed and fingering the loose thread on her pajamas. "i didn't know if you had classes today but i figured i'd let you sleep in anyway."
"thanks." you mutter, licking your dry lips and reaching for the water she brought you last night and taking a generous swig. you glance at the clock that reads 2:33 p.m. and sigh. you do have a 3 o'clock class but you really don't think you can handle going anywhere today.
the room is filled with uncomfortable silence as you both sit and pretend like you're not glancing at each other. you fumble with the water bottle before you gather the courage and speak with a small voice.
"i'm, uh, i'm sorry about last night. i wasn't thinking." that's as best as you can do without feeling like throwing up.
"did you mean it? what you said about me?" jackie scoots closer, removing the water bottle from your grip and placing it back on the nightstand. you internally scream as you make eye contact with her before looking away, feeling too nervous. her hand covers yours and you feel a shock of electricity, nodding your head slowly as you glance back to her.
"y-yes." you finally say, voice breaking. "i meant it."
you watch as her shoulders relax, closing her eyes and sighing out. she looks to you with a half grin and playfully shoves you, bouncing to her knees on the bed and holding you by the shoulders. "you're an idiot."
"excuse me?" you furrow your eyebrows, looking at her like she's crazy.
jackie shakes her head and pushes you back so you're lying down the bed and gets onto your lap, her lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. you feel like you're having a fever dream between the hangover and jackie kissing you, but you welcome it, placing your hands on her hips and kissing her back.
you spend at least 5 minutes catching up with a long awaited makeout session, jackie pulling back with a satisfied grin. she rests her forehead against yours and caresses your cheek with her hand, looking into your eyes with a loving expression that makes your heart flutter.
"i was waiting for you to confess to me all these years, you know." she mumbles, kissing your nose. "i was starting to think you were gay or something."
you chuckle, tracing random patterns on her back. you lean up and flip her over on her back, smiling at her sound of surprise that flies from her mouth. you place your arms over both sides of her head and kiss her gently, pulling back only slightly.
"well, here's my confession. jackie taylor, i've been in love with you since we were in middle school. you would make me the happiest man in the world if you went out with me. what do you say?"
"hmm," she ponders, giggling as you pinch her side. she brings you in for another long, sweet kiss, getting sidetracked as she stares at you.
"i say yes."
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'*•.¸♡𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗'♡¸.•*'
NOT 100% PROOFREAD
Pairings: E!42 Miles x Black/Mixed Reader
☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆
Heads up: Black-coded reader, swearing, kissing, high school age ranged, use of the 'n word, touchy miles, established relationships, toxic ex, neck holding, slight blood, slight violence
summary- you go to a party with your best friend post-breakup with your cheating boyfriend, only to see miles and end up 'thanking' him when he protects you from your ex after he presses you for ghosting him
You and your group of girls walked aimlessly down the halls of your school, chatting it up with your best friend who was rambling on about her new boyfriend. She went on and on about how fine he was and how he paid for everything she wanted.
"Girl, is this your man or your sugar daddy?" You snarked with a soft chuckle, lightly punching her arm.
"Oh god no," Y/B/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in disgust. " this my man for real, like we're getting married and everything!" She said smiling as you listened to the southern drawl roll off her tongue.
You and your friends couldn't stop yourselves from letting out a loud set of giggles as Y/B/N chanted throughout the halls about her delusions.
The way she talked about her new boyfriend reminded of the way you used to talk about your ex. So happy and oblivious to the asshole who you were hyping up. Always there for him when he was never there for you.
Once all of you made it to your respected lockers, Y/B/N suddenly came to a stop about her 'new husband' to give you a somewhat sad look.
"But anyway, how have you been since, ya know... the breakup?" You closed your locker with a sigh, planting your forehead against the cool metal. "I been aight I guess," you paused to look up at your best friend with an annoyed look. "but this nigga will not leave me the fuck alone!" Y/B/F let out a loud wheeze as you shut your eyes and dramatically wiped down your face with both hands.
"Ganke must still be tryna get back with you or sum?" You simply gave her a hard 'mhm' which she couldn't find more hilarious. "You know there's a party this saturday at Gwen's, you should come with me! We gon find you a new man, sis!" A couple of your other friends agreed with the idea of you going, just wanting you to have some fun.
You snickered at Y/B/N's remark. Giving it some thought, you wondered if you should make an appearance at this party. It had been awhile since you went to one and were actually able to mingle with who ever you wanted to.
Ever since you broke up with Ganke, you felt a since of new found freedom. Of course you loved and adored him when y'all were together, but you weren't stupid enough to stay with him after finding out he was texting other girls and trying to link with a mutual friend's girlfriend, miles. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him begging for you back now.
Solange chimed in from behind her locker to add that there were supposed to some many fine dudes there. Jacky gave you a firm nod to back up Solange's statement. "I bet if Miles was there you would say yes immediately." Your best friend teased and you just responded with the most lethal side eye you could muster. "Hey, don't look at me like that! You know Ian lyin'" She chuckled before finishing getting her bags completely out her locker.
Solange and Jackie were making a team effort to coax you into joining in on the party. They only wanted to see you happy, and all they knew was to dance and mingle their own problems away. They made multiple comments about how you're so young and 'We gotta enjoy it while it lasts'. Of course they wouldn't push you against your will, but a little convincing wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Girl it does not take that fuckin' long to think, come on please! We don't wanna go without you!" These poor girls were practically begging on their knees for you to attend this party with them. All you could do was look at Y/B/N with an amused smile on your face. Simply shaking your head in disbelief at your little group's excitement when you agreed to go.
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Saturday rolled around and you sat as your best friend picked out what you thought was your best outfit.
You felt excitement bubbling in your stomach as continued putting on your last accessories and shiny lip gloss. The music that blasted throughout Y/B/N's room giving you a pregame effect sorta gave you a feeling of what tonight was gonna be like. You put on your favorite perfume and body lotion. Y/B/N squealed as she exclaimed how bad you were and quickly whipped out her phone to take pictures.
As your best friend held her phone up, a notification slide onto her phone.
• Solange👽💚hey... just found out ganke's at the party.. might wanna let y/n kno!!
Y/B/N quickly turned to look at you after the disappointing news. You sighed and gave her a half assed smile. "It's cool, Ian trippin and Ian finna let it bother me either." you shrugged you shoulders which released tension from Y/B/N's own shoulders.
You sat in the back seat of the car on the way to the party. Staring through the windshield, lost in thought. 'What if Ganke was there?' multiple thoughts like this flooded into your head. 'What if he asks why haven't I been talking to him? What do I do if he tries to hurt me-' Your thoughts were immediately cut short by Jacky's pink acrylics wrapping around your hand. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, girl! We wouldn't tell you to come if we knew you wouldn't have a good time." She gave you a kind smile and you gave her the same.
You were hyped up the whole way over to the party, your best friend saying things like 'Girl you look good as fuck!' or 'You gon be taking everybody nigga'. However, when you were finally there you started to feel a little nervous. It had been a while since you were in the party scene but you knew you'd feel better once inside.
You walked through the big, glass door's of Gwen's home and it already reeked of underage drinking with an overpowering amount of horny teens. After giving your friends the green light to go dance and have some fun, you gravitated towards the kitchen. It was only slightly less crowded than the rest of the busy house.
You felt a hand grab your shoulder and felt Y/B/N yell in your ear over the loud music that she was gonna go look for her man, but she'd be back. You laughed and told her don't worry about it and you understood. After she ran of with her little boyfriend, you smelled a very familiar scent. You looked around the kitchen island you were currently leaning on and your eyes landed on you and Ganke's mutual friend, miles.
He was nose deep in his phone, ignoring the girls that would come up to him and quickly shooting down any interactions with his bluntness. You chuckled as you watched the failed attempts of even the prettiest girls in your school try to talk to miles. Making your way over to him, you hopped on the part of the counter right beside his arm.
You couldn't deny the attraction you felt for Miles, even when you were with your ex, but you could never let it be known to anyone. You had a man and he had a girl, you both were off limits. Although, Ganke couldn't understand that much. Y/B/N would always poke fun at the fact that you picked the wrong friend throughout your relationship, and you couldn't help but feel she was right.
When Miles looked up at you, you noticed how close you two actually were. Taking in how handsome he was, looking at his lashes, the diamond studded ears, his signature braids, gold chain dangling on his chest, and those pretty lips that always caught your attention, you became lost in thought.
"Yo, Y/N what's good ma?" Miles cocked his head at you with slightly surprised face. He also seemed to notice the close proximity of you two, however not moving at all. Miles always felt that there was tension between the two of you. His girlfriend wasn't shit but his mom didn't know that and liked her, so he kept her around. That was done though, so Mr.Morales started making moves. He been plotting on you for a little minute now anyway.
You gave Miles and small smile and leaned back on your palms. "Shit, I been good, how you been though? I seen you and ole girl broke up." You asked giving Miles a knowing look. He gave you an amused 'mhm' and watched as your body stretched atop the counter, paying close attention on how your thighs seamed to squish against the cold marble. Miles looked you up and down while licking his dry lips.
"Nah man, we not together no more, but what about you and yo nigga? Thought y'all was cute and shit." Miles shrugged his shoulders, obviously returning your teasing. You rolled your eyes at the comment, not really caring about the subject anymore. All that mattered was that you were single, and he was single.
"So whachu doin' here? This doesn't really seem like your scene." You asked Miles while taking a sip of the drink you had just poured. He watched intently as your lips wrapped around the side of the cup and drank from it.
"A couple of friends wanted me to come, Ian really studyin' this party though." Miles responded, taking large gulps of his own drink.
You watched Miles' adam's apple bob up and down as he drank the alcohol, causing you to shift your focus and forget that you needed to project your voice. When you tried to tell Miles that it was the same for you, you spoke in a low, quiet voice.
He looked at you for a second, trying to put together your words but ultimately failed. The boy moved increasingly close to your neck and you shivered as you felt his breath fan against your ear.
"Que dijiste bebe? I can't hear you, speak up." You could only hope that Miles wasn't aware of the effect he had on you. He just couldn't hear you over the music and loud voices, that was all. Right?
You tried to play it off with a simple 'My bad' and repeated yourself louder this time. Miles smiled at you as he backed up just a little bit so you were face to face.
Even then, Miles couldn't help himself from continuously stealing looks at your outfit. You seem to just have popped out after Ganke fucked his girl. He started paying close attention to your lips, wondering why they looked so soft, why they just looked so..good?
You and miles moved well on into good conversation, catching up on each other, a couple of flirty remarks, and the inconsistent brushing of hands against thighs, hands touching hair, and just enjoying being in each other's presence. All was well until an unwanted but familiar face came into your side vision. You continued your conversation now looking at Ganke making his way over to the two of you.
You gave an exhausted sigh and dramatic eye roll as the one person you wouldn't let ruin your night apparently make it his mission to do just that.
"Yo, What's up Miles, Y/N?" He yelled loudly over the music, attempting to dap Miles up which he ignored. Ganke put up a friendly front but you could tell he had alternative motives. You just sat and stared at the boy while Miles replied with a dry 'Yo'.
"So this what we doin now, Y/N" Ganke looked at you with a stank face, motioning to you and Miles. Mood quickly switching just as you thought would happen. "Youn wanna answer my text or calls but you can come to parties with my homeboys now?" Your ex threw his free arm up in the arm in exasperation while his other one held his drink. "My mans, you was the one that cheated, not me? Ian even tryna talk about this right now, I'm havin' fun." You explained motioning to Miles which he returned with a sly smile.
"Oh so you having fun fuckin' on my homeboys?!" Ganke started to get louder, gaining more attention from the now forming crowd. "We not homeboys my nigga, you fucked that shit all the way up for you." Miles corrected with a deadpanned face.
Ganke was obviously drunk because there was noway anybody in there right mind that would come up to you like this. You weren't necessarily scary but people knew not to disrespect you. When he attempted come stumble closer to you, Miles quickly straightened up and put himself between the two of you. Leaning back on your knees while giving him a warning.
"Aye man you need to chill out with allat, you doing way too much." You felt as if you could handle the situation yourself, but it made your attraction towards Miles grow to see him so protective. "Nah bruh, youn tell me what to do, that's my bitch-" And as soon as he let the word slip, Miles damn near knocked his tooth out.
Ganke fell to the floor with a dazed look and blood dripping from his mouth. Miles was raised by his mama, he knew not to tolerate disrespect towards women. Audible gasps and a collective 'Damn!' was heard around the kitchen.
You looked into the crowd and spotted a drunk Solange and sober Jacky rushing to the front of it. Solange let out a load, obnoxious laugh. "You just got knocked the fuck out!" Jacky laughed uncontrollably trying to steady her friend.
Your 'knight in shining armor' turned to you after spitting on the already hurt kid. He walked over to the counter and started to gather his belongings.
"Man fuck this shit, you tryna get outta here." The tall boy patted his pockets for his keys and pointed a thumb towards the door. "Yeah let's go." You quickly hopped off the counter to walk with Miles, barely sparing a glance at Ganke.
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10 times outta 9 I know your lyin' but 9 times outta 10 I know your tryin' to be there
You rode down the highway, windows down and 'Love Drought' by Beyoncé playing on the radio. You were lost in your thoughts about the previous events until you felt a large hand lay across your thigh. The action felt kinda familiar. Looking from out the window, to the hand, and then at Miles you couldn't help but smile and blush a bit.
You were a bit confused as to how he manage to act like he didn't just almost knock someone out. That's not to say you didn't mind the extra attention. Feeling his grip on your thigh just made your stomach turn in the right way. You wanted to talk but there was so much to say and nothing to say at the same time.
Before you could even mutter a word however, Miles broke the air. "So what's up with him, man? Why he trippin' on you so hard, ma?" His eyes stayed on the road but you knew you had his full attention. He was a somewhat responsible driver after all.
"He just got an attitude 'cuz I won't talk to him no more. Ian tryna deal with allat for real." Shrugging your shoulders, you gave Miles a side glance. Now that it was just the two of you, you couldn't help but see how good he looked in his tight black T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and fresh pair of jays. His jewelry shined in the street lights. He just looked so damn good right now, you could practically feel yourself drooling.
"You sum special, ya know?"
"Hm? Whachu mean?"
"Nah Im just sayin, Ion go around bussin folks in they shit like that for random girls." Miles smiled with his eyes still on the road before him. You just adored the way he was showcasing his dimples off to you right now.
"But you would do it for me though." You giggled at the end of your sentence, appreciating the compliment.
"Anything for you, mi corazón " Although you knew it was a bit of an exaggeration, as this was only the beginning of y'all's relationship, you still felt comfort by his words.
Feelings grew between you two as you watched each other silently over the years. He fell in love with every little thing you did, as so did you with him. You noticed every tiny quirk and habit he had, and just thought he was so fine. It was crazy to everyone that you two didn't start dating each other instead of your ex's.
You felt his hand brush farther into you skirt and squeeze a little harder, all you could do was sigh into his touch. Miles let a deep chuckle slip from his lips and you could feel your face heat up. "Ni siquiera puedo creer que saliste con su lamentable trasero, you know you could do better right, mamas?" You squeezed your thighs slightly at the nick name, which Miles very much noticed.
Of course you didn't want to give in to him just yet, so you beat around the bush. "Yeah I guess, I mean Ion really talk to anybody though. Ian really met a lot of real niggas." You faked oblivion to Miles obvious attempt to get at you.
Suddenly turning down a back road, and driving into an empty, grass area atop a hill, Miles turned to look at you. "That's 'cuz you ain't been talkin' to me, my heart." His accent rolled off his tongue and into your heart. He couldn't help but stare into your pretty eyes, and glance at your pretty, glossed lips. They looked so plump and full, all he wanted was a little taste.
Miles grabbed you by top of your neck softly, causing you to let out a breathy 'Miles'. He couldn't help himself. You just looked so gorgeous in your little outfit tonight, he was grateful to god that he sent an angel like you to him tonight. The two of you tilted your heads in unison closing the gap between you.
Your gloss smeared across Miles' lips as he pressed into yours roughly. When he pulled you closer by your neck, you had no choose but to place a hand on his thigh to help you balance yourself. This caused him to groan which gave you an opportunity you had to take. You snaked your tongue into Miles' sweet mouth, moaning into the kiss as his grip on your neck tightens.
Miles started moving his free hand down your back and onto the cusp of your ass, giving it a firm slap. He broke away from your lips to move his face into the parts of your neck uncovered by his large, rough hand. After leaving multiple kisses, licks, and hickies on your neck, he pulled you over the middle console and onto his lap.
Miles rubbed your ass through your mini skirt, like he was touch starved. His lips returned to yours as he muttered the words "Let me treat you right, baby. Fuck these other niggas."
You just look this boy deeply in his eyes, trying not to fall for him even harder in that moment. You leaned down to plant a kiss on Miles' lips but he held you in place by your neck. "You gon' gimme an answer, pretty girl? Ian solo tratando de joderte, te necesito mala, mi hermosa.." Miles trailed off seemingly entranced by you.
You swear you could die with all the pet names he was giving you. "You gotta promise though, we gotta keep it together, baby"
"Oh we gon stay together, I promise."
#atsv#atsv x reader#miles morales#e!42 miles morales#x reader#miles x reader#earth 42 miles morales x female reader#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles x you#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader#earth 42 prowler
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PROMISE
title: promise
character: steven hyde x reader
warnings: alcohol use, marijuana use, mentions of virginity, mentions of assault, cursing, semi frequent use of l/n (last name), zen masters (jackie x hyde) if u squint
summary: when you met the boys, you made a promise to never date any of them. though this gets harder and harder to follow as you all get older and more attractive.
disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3
word count: 2972
part two
You were a maneater. At least, that’s what your friends said and you didn’t necessarily disagree. In your mere 17 years of life, you had accumulated nearly 30 boyfriends. In a town like Pointplace, there weren’t very many eligible bachelors, and it didn’t help that you swore off dating the hottest one.
Years prior, at the very beginning of middle school, when you had met Kelso, Foreman, and Hyde, you made a promise. You promised to yourself, and to them, that you would never date them. You enjoyed their company a lot, which is exactly why you didn’t want to risk dating any of them.
Naturally, as time progressed and Fez joined the group, he was included in the group of boys you wouldn’t date, though in all honesty, you probably never would have dated him regardless.
As you got older, you had started to ever so slightly regret your promise because as you got older, so did the boys, and oh boy, was one of them hot.
Hyde was gorgeous and exactly your type. But did you think Hyde was hot because he was your type, or did you think he was hot because he set the standard for your type? The world may never know.
To put those feelings aside, you upped the ante on your dating game. You were the most “desirable” out of your friend group except for maybe Donna or Jackie. You dated jocks, nerds, stoners, and basically any other clique in your high school.
That led you to now, walking into Eric Foreman’s basement, which is where you usually were, waiting for a guy to show up for a date.
You wore a pretty black dress and your signature green bomber jacket.
Donna was the first to look over, whistling with a grin. “Damn! You look great.”
Jackie looked over, gasping a little and pushing up off of Kelso to rush over to you. “That dress is gorgeous!! Much better than what you usually wear.” She looked over the dress.
You giggled at the backhanded compliment. It was something you were used to with Jackie, and you found it endearing. “Thanks! Got it just for the date. Definitely keeping it, though.”
Hyde raised a brow. “You don’t usually dress up for dates. Must really like the guy, huh?” You didn’t notice it then, but he shifted uncomfortably, his posture tensing.
“Damn it!! Stupid lucky guy, getting (L/N) to dress up all nice for him..” Kelso crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.
“At least we get to be blessed with the sight.” Fez sighed happily.
“I don’t know, I don’t really like him.” You shrugged. “He’s just takin’ me somewhere fancy, figured it was the least I could do.”
“Well, you look great. Hope you have fun.” Donna got up, patting you on the back.
“Thanks!! I’ll swing by after, yeah?”
“We’ll leave the door unlocked.” Eric commented, smiling.
“Great!” You heard a honk outside. “That’s my queue. Cya!” You grinned, heading out the door.
Hyde rolled his eyes, or, that’s what everyone assumed. It was a little hard to tell with the glasses. “Doesn’t even have the decency to knock, and she’s giving this guy a shot?” He scoffed.
“Someone sounds jeaaalouusss!!” Kelso snickered.
“I’m not jealous. I just think (L/N) could do better than some dude who can’t even knock on the door.”
“It’s okay if you’re jealous, Hyde! I mean, she’s going out with a popular jock. It makes sense you’d feel insecure.” Jackie returned to her spot next to Kelso.
“Why would I care?”
“It’s obvious you guys have a little back and forth thing.” Jackie giggled.
Donna hummed, leaning against the couch. “I figured you guys would’ve at least made out by now.”
Hyde scoffed. “Never gonna happen. She literally swore off ever dating me, Foreman, and Kelso.”
“Is that all that’s stopping you?” Eric raised a brow.
“No.” Hyde was almost too quick to answer. What he didn’t say was that he thought you were out of his league. He was a teenage dirtbag, and while you were their friend, you also were more of a social floater than anything. You dated jocks and the most popular guys in school. He’d be stupid to think you could ever be interested in dating him..
Right?
..
It had been a couple of hours since you left, and everyone had sort of faded out. Eric retreated upstairs to his room, heading to bed, and everyone else had returned to their respective houses.. Everyone except for Hyde, that is, as he had found himself recently staying in the Foreman’s basement after an incident with his Mom.
He lounged on the couch, taking a puff from a blunt that he had rolled when he heard the door open.
You stumbled in, reeking of cheap booze. More importantly, though, you had visibly been crying. Your mascara left streaks down your face, and your nose was red and puffy.
“What happened?” Hyde sat up straight, stiffening. Did that guy hurt you? He would kick his ass if he hurt you–
“That guy was a douche.” You huffed. “Got me drunk, then tried to get laid.” You wobbled over to the couch, sitting next to him. You held out your hand, and Hyde got the message, passing you the blunt.
“Did he hurt you?”
You shook your head. “Pushed him off.” You deeply inhaled the smoke before blowing it out, sighing. “Sucks. Used to it, but it sucks.”
“You’re used to it?” He stared at you, a little bewildered.
“Most guys get pissy when I won’t sleep with them.” You kicked off your heels, leaning back. “Don’t wanna lose my virginity to some guy I don’t even like.. Is that bad?” You looked at him, frowning.
“That’s not a bad thing.” He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. “Plenty of people wanna save it for someone special. Like the whole til marriage shit.” He shrugged.
“Guess so..” You looked down before smiling, nudging him. “Why can’t every guy be as nice as you?”
He raised a brow. “You think I’m nice?”
“Yeahh!” You grinned, your slurring words the evidence of the alcohol still in your system. “In your own way. Liike, you may not act like it, but I think you care about everyone. At least a little. Like when you took Jackie to prom! Or now, you’re comforting me after a shitty date.”
“If you keep goin’ you’re gonna make my ego big.” He snickered.
You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Shut upp.. Point iss, you’re super sweet in your own way, and that’s what mattersss..”
He wrapped his arm around you. “You flatter me too much.”
After you didn’t respond, he looked over and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He sighed a little, propping you up and then picking you up. He took you to his room, laying you down on his bed and tucking you in.
He sat down next to you, watching you for a second. You looked so completely and utterly peaceful. He let out a breath before standing up.
Was your promise all that was stopping him from pursuing you?
He stood still for a second before heading to the door and flipping off the light. “Night, doll.”
..
You were very confused when you woke up the next morning, and you were in Hyde’s bed. You were still in the same clothes from the night before, and there was no evidence that anyone else had been in bed with you, so you felt pretty confident that you didn’t sleep together.
You scooted off of the mattress, getting up and peeking your head out the door. You didn’t see anyone in the basement, so you figured it must’ve been earlier in the day. You walked around, spotting a blanket on the couch, and you figured Hyde must’ve slept on it. But, he was nowhere to be found.
You decided to head upstairs and hopefully wash your face, maybe even get a change of clothes that Laurie left behind.
When you opened the door to the basement, you hissed a little upon seeing that the Foreman family were all sitting around the table, eating breakfast like the classic sitcom family.
You turned around, trying to tiptoe down the hallway when the floor board underneath you squeaked. You hissed, turning around when you heard Kitty’s voice behind you. “Y/N? Is that you? This early in the morning?”
You turned around, smiling awkwardly. “Ah.. Yeah, sorry. I um– I let myself in.”
Kitty gasped a little, getting up from her chair. “Goodness! You look awful!”
You assumed she was referencing your tear smudged makeup. “Yyyeah.. Rough night.”
“Let me get you cleaned up.” She put a hand on your shoulder, ushering you through the hall.
That left the boys in the kitchen. Red looked at Hyde, raising a brow. “You slept on the couch last night.
Hyde paused. “Yup.” He shoved a bite of his food in his mouth.
“Did she stay over?” Red leaned back in his chair, eyeing the curly haired boy.
Eric whistled lowly. “Dang, Hyde. Maybe Jackie was right about you being jealous.”
Hyde rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that. She had a crappy date and passed out. I didn’t wanna wake her up just to make her leave.”
Red looked at him for a second before raising his brows. “Well, that was nice. But you two really need to stop letting random kids crash here.” He cringed.
..
Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom with Kitty. You washed your face, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were a little swollen, but it was nothing major. You sighed a little before Kitty spoke. “I’ll get some clothes from Laurie’s room for you to change into. I can wash your clothes for you.”
You smiled at her, nodding. “That’d be appreciated, thank you.” You took off your jacket, handing it to her.
She smiled at you, taking your jacket before freezing when she saw your wrists.
You hadn’t realized it, but the jackass that you went on a date with had left bruises on you when he was trying to get handsy.
“Did.. Someone..” Kitty trailed off.
“No! No, no. Nothing like that. I, uh, I pushed him off of me.” You reassured her.
She frowned. “Oh, dear.. That had to have been hard.”
You looked to the side, frowning a little. “...Yeah.”
She put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Well, you’re safe now. And you’ll have clean clothes soon enough.” She smiled, heading out the door and getting you some clothes.
Laurie’s clothes were comfortable. Kitty got you a pretty simple tank top and some pajama pants, which you didn’t mind. She told you she’d let you know when your clothes were clean, so you made your way down to the basement. It had been about an hour since you had seen Hyde and Eric since you took a shower during that time.
The usual group had gathered in the basement during that time, watching something stupid on TV. You made your way down the stairs, running a hand through your hair.
You casually walked over, sitting on the arm of the couch, putting you next to Kelso and Jackie. Only then did everyone realize you were there.
“Hey (L/N)!” Donna grinned, raising a teasing eyebrow. “How was your hot date–” She paused when she saw your appearance. Slightly swollen eyes and bruised wrists were the first thing to stand out.
“Jeez! You look awful!” Jackie looked over at you, and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out. She sounded just like Kitty.
You hummed. “The date was shit, but it’s cool. Didn’t really like the guy anyway, and I got free food.” You shrugged it off.
Hyde watched you, his eyes drifting down your body before they landed on your wrists. He didn’t see that the night before. You really did have to fight off that douche-bag.
Donna got up from where she was next to Eric, going to the back of the couch and hugging you. “Aw.. I’m sorry, babe. You can do better anyway.”
“Like Hyde said yesterday, you could do way better than a guy who honks!” Fez hummed, nodding to himself.
You blinked, looking in Hyde’s direction, seeing him shrug. “It’s true.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up, and your eyes soften, but before you could dwell on the butterflies in your stomach, you heard a honk from outside. You all paused, and Eric looked in your direction. “Do you have another date?”
You shook your head, getting up off the couch. “Who could that be?” You went to the door, opening it and going up the outside stairs, spotting a familiar car. “..Oh god.”
The guy you had gone out with the day before got out of his car, spotting you. “(Y/N)-- Can we talk?”
You grimaced, crossing your arms. “Why?”
You could hear your friends gathering up behind you as you walked up the driveway.
“Listen, I get kind of weird when I’m drunk, I didn’t mean to be so pushy.” The boy frowned, looking down at you.
You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “And I suppose you didn’t mean to ditch me and make me walk home too then?”
“You had to walk here?” Before you knew it, Hyde was by your side, looking at you.
You looked at him, frowning a little before shrugging. “Yeah. It’s–”
“Please, just– just give me another chance.” The boy stepped closer to you, trying to grab your shoulders.
Hyde stepped between you, pushing the guy away by his chest. “I think you’ve done enough.”
“And who do you think you are?” The guy stood up straight, getting in Hyde’s face.
“I’m her friend. And I don’t appreciate how you treated her.”
“Well, frankly, I think it’s none of your business how I treat her.”
“It kind of is when she busts into my basement crying.”
“Don’t be dramatic. I was just trying to have some fun.” The guy rolled his eyes. “And the bitch was basically asking for it with that dress–”
Hyde punched him, and he held his bleeding nose. The guy growled, throwing a punch at Hyde, and before you knew it, they were fighting. You squeaked, reaching your hand out. “H– hey there’s no need to fight it’s fine–”
The guy elbowed you. Right in the eye.
You hissed, holding your face. “Fuck–”
Hyde looked between you and the guy for a split second before he nailed his knee into his stomach. “You’d seriously fucking hit a chick?! What is wrong with you?!”
The guy coughed, holding his stomach and backing up toward his car, hurrying in.
“Yeah, screw off!” Hyde called after him, looking over to you.
Donna and Jackie rushed over to you, Donna, holding your shoulders. “O– ow shit– How bad is it?” You moved your hand off of your eye.
Jackie hissed. “Yikes. That’s gonna bruise. But it’s okay!! I have some absolutely great makeup that’ll cover it up, no problem!”
You giggled a little through the pain. “Ah, I don’t think that’s my biggest concern–” You looked in Hyde’s direction. “Are you okay?”
..
You and Hyde were left alone in the basement as the others were grabbing some stuff to help with your current conditions. Donna and Eric were getting an ice pack, Jackie was getting her makeup, and Kelso and Fez… Well, they were doing something.
You held a warm washcloth, dabbing at the little cuts and bruises on Hyde’s face. It was one of the few times you had seen him without his glasses for such a long period of time.
Once you were done, you sighed, smiling at him. “Y’know, you don’t need to get into fights for me.”
Hyde leaned back. “What? For you? Nah, the guy just had a very punchable face.”
You playfully rolled your eyes. “Right, right, my bad.”
He straightened up a little, clearing his throat. “Well, uh, are you good? I mean, that guy said some pretty nasty things..”
You shrugged a little, looking down. “I’m all good. He’s not the first guy to react like that to me rejecting them. He is the first guy to give me a black eye though.”
At the mention of your black eye, Hyde leaned forward, pushing your hair out of your face and oh so carefully touching your cheek. “Does it hurt?”
You stared at him, your breath hitching. “A little.”
He seemed to take in the fact that the two of you were mere inches away. He swallowed, looking down at you. “(L/N).. I uh.. I didn’t like that you went out with that guy.”
“What?” You furrowed your brows. “Why? Because he was like– a douche?”
“I mean, yeah, but I think it was ‘cause I uh…” He licked his lips. “I might, uh..”
Before he could say what he had on his mind, Donna and Eric made their way down the stairs, and you and Hyde quickly scooted away from each other.
Donna handed you the ice pack, and you pressed it to your eye, hissing a little.
“Jackie will be back with her makeup pretty soon, but I’d suggest not putting it on at least until the swelling goes a little down.” Donna hummed.
“Yeah, she–” Eric had started to go on a ramble about something, but you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes were on Hyde, who had casually gone back to his chair, acting as if your moment didn’t happen.
Was he going to say he liked you? What would that mean for your relationship? You were attracted to him, you had to admit, but did you like him?
Should you break your promise?
#x reader#fem reader#friends to lovers#hyde x reader#steven hyde x reader#that 70s show#that 70s show x reader#maneater!reader#playgirl!reader
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Holy cow, you are going through these requests super fast. Woah! Also congrats on graduating. So am I. This isn't detailed at all but maybe a graduation fic with Hyde or Kelso. You can do whatever you want with it.
Proud of You (Steven Hyde X Reader)
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Summary: Hyde never cared for school or big events that didn’t revolve around him getting wasted. But he always shows up for his favorite girl.
A/N: congrats on graduating to you too!! Also, reader is in Jackie’s grade. Also number 2, even though i write for hyde I DO NOT SUPPORT THE ACTOR!!! kk that’s all, hope you enjoy :) F/f means favorite flower
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You loved your boyfriend; you really truly did. But part of you didn’t believe Hyde when he told you he would be in the front row of your high school graduation. He didn’t even show up to his own graduation! You expected him to forget and find him sitting in his chair in the Forman’s basement, watching some stupid show with the guys.
You still kept your hopes, though. Steven Hyde could always surprise you by showing that he cared. Besides, even if he didn’t come, your other friends would surely show up to see you and Jackie walk across the stage.
But as you sat in the overcrowded, echoey gym, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t miss your name being called by the class president. It was hard to focus with all the camera flashes and cheering families.
“Y/n L/n.” You stood up at the call of your name and moved through the chairs and up the stage. You heard cheers from the crowd of friends and families but couldn’t differentiate any of the voices. Grabbing your diploma and shaking the principal’s hand, you looked out to the audience. Unable to see anyone clearly, you shrugged and returned to your seat.
The ceremony felt like it went on forever. The names and claps seemed never-ending, but after God knows how long, caps were thrown, and you were released to meet with your families. Your family got to you before you could reach the bleachers. You were showered in affection, congratulations, and flowers.
So many flowers.
“Mom, you’re smothering me.” You laughed as your mom crushed you in her embrace and continuously kissed your cheeks.
“I don’t care. My baby graduated!” She took your face in her hands and peppered your forehead with more kisses. Your dad had to pull her off of you, whispering that you should go while you had a chance. As much as you loved your mother, you took that chance.
Speeding off, you looked all around to see if you could find any of your friends. It was an easy task; Kelso was a giant, so you were quick to find him smothering Jackie with affection while the rest of your friends surrounded them, clearly grossed out.
“Hey!” Donna spotted you first, bringing you into a hug before passing you around to everyone else. “We were starting to wonder where you were.”
“Mom got emotional.” You laughed as Eric patted your head, telling you, ‘Good job.’ Everyone else gave you the same sentiment, except for one. The one you were looking forward to the most. “Hey, where’s Hyde?”
“That’s weird,” Fez said, looking around the room. “He was just here.”
“Yeah, he’s around here somewhere.” Using his height advantage, Kelso searched through the crowd. His eyes lit up in recognition somewhere behind you, but he quickly turned around as if someone was telling him to look away. A few seconds later, you felt an arm around your shoulders, bringing your back to a familiar chest.
“Hey, Doll,” Hyde whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your head. “Congratulations.”
You squealed in delight, turning around in your boyfriend’s arm to hug and kiss him.
“I’m kind of surprised you’re here.” You looked down at the hand that wasn’t holding you. “With flowers.”
“Of course, I’m here, Y/n.” Hyde handed you the bouquet of F/f, making you thankful that you passed all the flowers you had already gotten to your dad before you ran off. His now free hand threaded through the hair at the back of your hair and brought you forward so he could kiss the top of your head. “I always show up for my girl.” You grinned.
“I’m so glad you came.”
“I’m proud of you, Doll.” Hyde leaned down to whisper into your ear. You could practically feel the smirk on his lips. “Maybe we should find an empty classroom so I can show you how proud I am.” You laughed, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face.
“Oh my gosh, shut up.”
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𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐓.𝟐) - 𝐈.𝐆
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
Female Reader x Isaac Garcia
Y/n had arrived at the Walter household very early in the morning, it wasn't a school day, but she did need to arrive early for her plan. Yes, she has a plan.
A very mischievous plan.
As much as she loved her boyfriend and kind of loved Cole, she needed to get the two back for what they did to her new best friend, Jackie, and also for what they did to her a few years ago.
Her plan was bad but not as bad as what they did to her and Jackie considering it was the exact same thing, she wasn't very original with her pranks, but they would do until she found some better ones.
So, a few hours later into the day she laid on Jackie's bed as she waited for her boyfriend to get out of the shower. Once the Garcia boy told her he would be back since he would be taking a shower, she excused herself to the bathroom before he got in and quickly replaced their shampoo with a bottle, she brought from home that was filled with bleach and shampoo.
The girl patiently waited for her boyfriend to either get out of the shower or yell from the bathroom, complaining about his hair. A few minutes into his shower he ran out the bathroom and into his room yelling in anger.
Y/n smiled to herself knowing that her plan worked, she looked at Jackie with a smile who laughed in amazement, "Feels good to be on the other side of this whole prank war thing,"
"It really does," Y/n nodded in agreement, the two high-fived, laughing in amusement, it wasn't until Lee knocked on the door asking for the girl that she left to the Garcia boys' room, telling Jackie she'd be back in a few minutes.
Lee left Isaac and Y/n to talk in their room, Y/n held back a laugh seeing his bleached hair, but she couldn't help it, she burst out laughing at the boy who had an annoyed expression, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized slapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing even more, she just couldn't hold it in, "Okay, that was it, I'm sorry, what's up?"
"I know it was you who put bleach in the shampoo," he confronted the girl standing up to put a beanie over his now bleached hair, "I had to get back you and Cole for what you did to Jackie," she explained, her tone getting more serious, "Why? we did it to her not you," he scoffed in annoyance, "Well, Jackie clearly wasn't going to take action, so I took matters into my own hands,"
"But why?"
"Do you remember when we were in third or second grade and you and Cole pranked me and put blue dye in the hand soap and my hands were stained blue for a week?" she questioned, he nodded remembering that week with a smile and a laugh, that Y/n did not find amusing at all, rolling her eyes at the boy she continued, "Well... I may or may not have got back at you for Jackie, but I also put blue dye in the hand soap, so..."
The two looked at each other in disbelief and with a tight-lipped smile, and then rushed out of the room and into the bathroom where they snatched the soap out of the bathroom and quickly threw it into the trash before someone could use it.
"Y'know once Katherine finds out what you did, she's gonna be pretty mad..." Isaac spoke as they sat in the kitchen, sighing in relief, "Actually," A voice spoke, the two turned to look at each other and then towards the voice, it was Katherine who stood there with a cup of tea in her hand.
"I allowed her to pull this little stunt, I figured it would be a good idea if you finally knew what it felt like to be on the other side of this whole prank wars thing," Katherine explained, Y/n walked over to her mother figure wrapping an arm around her shoulder that Katherine gladly returned kissing the girl on her forehead, Y/n looked towards her boyfriend smirking with a shrug as the boy looked at the two shocked by their plan.
"You-You were in on this!?!" Isaac asked in disbelief, the shrugged but nodded, "Yes we did,"
"I don't even think I'm mad, just surprised," he scoffed, Katherine kissed both of their foreheads leaving the room allowing the two of them to talk, "So you're not mad?" Y/n asked, "Not really, but I won't be mad at all... if you help me fix my hair?"
"Done!" she smiled kissing him in the process, he slid his hands across her waist, kissing her back, the two stood like that for a few seconds until Jackie walked in causing the two to pull away. Jackie gave them a disgusted look before rushing back upstairs.
After Y/n visited a few stores to pick up some hair dye, she ran home and immediately got a move on dying her boyfriend's hair. As much as she loved him, she also loved his hair, maybe even more than she loved him, and the bleached hair did not look good at all.
The two sat in the bathroom as she washed his hair, finishing everything, the two had a good conversation about their prank wars, and now that the conversation was over, Y/n confirmed, "This prank wars is officially over,"
"That's too bad, we had some pretty fun times," he sighed, "Yeah, and some pretty big fights, over your stupid pranks!" she exclaimed over the blow dryer, "I said I was sorry!" he shouted trying to reason, well tried to, "Are you though?" she questioned turning off the blow dryer, "Yes, I'm sorry for all of them," he apologized turning his stool around to face the girl, he placed his hands on her waist which still gave her butterflies, "I'm sorry too," she nodded with a smile.
"I know, it's okay,"
"No more prank wars?" she questioned, "No more," he confirmed nodding in agreement, "Well..."
"Isaac!"
"I was going to say, unless it's on other people then, okay," Y/n looked at the boy sighing, "Fine," she agreed even though she didn't want to, "Okay now can we go cuddle?" he asked, remembering that she promised to cuddle with him to make up for the fact that she bleached his hair, "Hold on, I'm not done," she turned the blow dryer back on finishing his hair.
Once Isaac's hair was finished, the two laid in his bed cuddling, Y/n played with his hair as he held her close, feeling safe with her arms wrapped around his neck and his around her waist.
The two laid talking about what they missed the past few days of Y/n ignoring him due to him not apologizing to Jackie, but now that he had, and she had also forgiven him the two had quite a few things to catch up on including a game of Fortnite.
But before the two played Isaac admitted that he missed the feeling of kissing Y/n and how he had quite a lot of that to catch up on. Isaac pulled Y/n into a deep and passionate kiss as she laid beside him, she returned the kiss.
The two laid down in Isaac's twin sized bed making out and only pulling away if they needed air, Y/n now had a few hickeys that she had to cover up thanks to Isaac, obviously, but the two only stopped when Lee knocked on the door telling the two to come down for dinner.
Y/n groaned not wanting to stop but she and Isaac both had to go downstairs before George called for them to come downstairs, which was also really loud.
"We can continue this some other time," Isaac assured her as the two stood up. Isaac grabbed a hoodie from his closet, tossing it to the girl so she could cover everything up, "And after we can play Fortnite," he added as she gladly threw on the hoodie and then went downstairs hand in hand with her boyfriend.
Man was she glad she got to call him that.
The two had a great dinner, with the Walter's, and they all laughed about the prank that Katherine and Y/n secretly planned together, "That was not expected at all," Isaac laughed holding onto his girlfriend's hand underneath the table as Everyone else laughed, "Don't be too surprised, it might just happen again," Y/n sarcastically said, "If necessary," Katherine pointed at the girl.
"Yes, only, if necessary," Y/n nodded in agreement, the rest of the night they continued to make jokes and laugh. After dinner, Isaac and Y/n played a quick game of Fortnite and then Y/n was on her way home on the phone with Isaac the rest of night until she fell asleep.
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Jennie: Hey Jackie
Jacqueline: Hey!
Jennie: You okay? You haven't been eating much
Jacqueline: Yeah I'm fine, not much of an appetite
Jennie: Okay, well a letter came for you
Jacqueline: Does it say who it's from?
Jennie: No, only your name is on it
Jacqueline: ...Thanks
Jacqueline: Oh my gosh. Liliana...
Jacqueline: Hey Jennie
Jennie: One second please... and done!
Jennie: Hey! What did the letter say?
Jacqueline: Where's Jackson?
Jennie: What?
Jacqueline: Jackson. Did... Did something happen to him?
Jennie: I'm confused. Jackson hasn't been found yet Jackie, unless you know something we don't
Jacqueline: What do you mean found?
Jennie: Jackson... went missing... his parents reported it as a kidnapping. It's been months now, didn't you know this?
Jacqueline: Oh my gosh
Jennie: You didn't know? I thought Ollie would've told you
Jacqueline: I think I'm gonna be sick!
Jennie: Jackie!
Next | Previous
The letter reads:
"Dear Jacqueline,
It's Liliana
Do you still remember me?
Well, it hasn't been that long, so of course you do
You're probably wondering where I am, what I'm doing, and why I did what I did.
We used to be so close, didn't we?
And while it's difficult for me to explain,
Everything the media says is true, but there's one more truth you need to know and it's about your father.
You probably haven't noticed by now, but your father is not normal. He has a deep love for your mother and for you that can only be summed up in the word "obssessive"
If you're wondering why you should believe a word I say, here's why: I can prove it.
When you were in high school, your boyfriend, Ian was it? - He got beat up after the night of your first kiss. Well that was orchestrated by your father. Your father also threatened him, which is why he started avoiding you.
Still don't believe me?
Why don't you go and ask your new housemate where your ex Jackson is? I know where he is, and I also know that your father did it.
Lots of love,
Lili"
#sims#sims 4#sosaroyals#Saliceau#Sim: Jacqueline#Sim: Jennie#sims 4 storytelling#simblr#sims 4 royals#sims 4 royal family#royal simblr#sims 4 royal simblr#storytelling
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Sprace college AU;
Race accidently tutors Spot in math
can’t wait to see what you do with this!
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Sorry it took so long!
Spot noticed the little things Race did. He had ever since they’d first met. The way Race would stare off into space when trying to solve a problem, the way he would move his lips around the numbers but never actually say them, the way he had absolutely no idea that he did any of that at all. It was why Spot started to watch him when he studied, why he always recorded those precious moments when his boyfriend was lost in that genius head of his.
They were two kids who were never supposed to meet. It was an accident really. Race had been a mess on his first day, starting a week late, dropped off by his big brother by one building too far west. He’d run into the wrong room, nearly in tears because he didn’t even want to be there and his brother couldn’t stay to hold his hand.
At least, that’s what Spot assumed. After he’d chased the kid down, trying to ask him if he was okay, the boy had just shoved his schedule in his face and asked him how to get where he needed to go. It was on the walk that Spot found out that Race was only sixteen, a wicked genius and was basically forced out of high school by his teachers. Race had told him he didn’t want to be a prodigy. He just wanted to be a kid. So Spot had offered to help him with that. He told Race he’d take him to an arcade, as a friend.
It was when Race had asked, “who said it needed to be as a friend?” that Spot knew he was falling already.
It wasn’t long before Race was sneaking out at night to climb into Spot’s dorm room. It wasn’t what everyone thought. Well, sometimes it was, but most of the time, Race just wanted someone to talk to. While Spot loved looking back on those nights, the night when Jack Kelly caught them still sent chills down his spine.
“He is a minor! You have no business coming near him, do you understand me?!”
“Jackie,” Race tried, pulling at Jack’s arm. “We weren’t doing anything, I was just laying down—“
“And if I see you around him again, I swear to god, you won’t be able to so much as look at him!”
Jack had ripped into Spot that night and Spot had been scared he would be murdered that night, so much so that he didn’t get an ounce of sleep. Still, all he could think of was Race. And if Race couldn’t sneak into his room at night, Spot would sure as hell see him some other way.
Like when the boy would study in between his classes. Spot would bring him a coffee and watch the kid, asking him questions to make sure the blond didn’t get too wrapped up in his head. Race would end up telling him about how numbers just made so much sense to him, how he could always find the solution to the numbers. He couldn’t find the fix for his parents death. He couldn’t find a way to make Jack forget about the attack he’d suffered soon after that. He could find a fix for Charlie’s leg after the wreck. What he could find was the value of x. That was what made sense to him.
It was odd how something Spot had no skill or interest in could be so captivating when it came out of Race’s mouth. He hung on every word. He always watched the boy calculate the tips he could leave when they went out, he watched him pay his brother’s bills for him because Jack had so much going on. He watched Race write equations on his arms that he just had to get out of his head.
And now he was here somehow, sitting next to Race as the boy laughed with his big brother. Jack had barely acknowledged Spot this entire evening, despite this dinner being an attempt to get Jack and Spot to find something they had in common.
They’d seen a movie. Spot couldn’t really remember what it was but Race had hated it while Jack had enjoyed it. “You’re a sap, Jackie,” Race teased, tossing another fry into his mouth and holding Spot’s hand under the table, looking at him. “What did you think?” he asked.
Spot shrugged. “Uh… I dunno,” he said honestly. “I felt kinda lost. But I really think it’s cool of you to invite me, I enjoyed hanging out with you—“
Jack scoffed. “Alright, whatever,” he muttered, accepting the check from their waitress passing by. “Listen, Sean, I’m supposed ta give you a chance just because my kid likes ya so much. It don’t mean we’re buddies.”
“Jack,” Race sighed.
Spot shook his head. “It’s okay,” he assured. “I know your brother doesn’t like me, and who can blame him? He raised you,” he insisted. “But I love your little brother, Jack, and I will do anything to make sure he’s safe and healthy—“
“Racer, what’s twenty percent of $57.44,” Jack asked, ignoring Spot.
And just as his boyfriend did, the number just shot from his brain out of his mouth and Spot and Race answered at the very same time, “$11.50.”
Jack’s head shot up to look at both of them as Race blushed like mad and Spot took a very long moment to process what he’d just said. Jack tilted his head. Race let out a giggle. “Spotty! That was awesome!”
The other boy glanced at him. “Yeah, I guess I’m spending a little too much time around a math prodigy.”
Jack did not like that at all. “Tyler, we gotta get you home. Come on,” he insisted, tossing some cash onto the table and holding his hand out for his brother.
Spot smiled and stood. “Hey… I’ll see you soon,” he assured, kissing Race on the cheek.
“In sixteen hours and seventeen minutes,” Race smiled. “Bye nerd,” he chuckled.
Spot smiled and waved at Jack. “I’ll win you over one of these days,” he insisted.
Jack sighed. “Yeah, don’t get your hopes up!” he called as he led Race out of that restaurant and towards the subway.
And all Spot could think of was the beautiful brain inside of his boyfriend’s head and how he longed to hear about every bit of it.
#bitchiaintanonymous#newsies#newsies live#newsies musical#much love#newsies au#modern era#modern au#newsies fanfiction#modern newsies#racetrack higgins#spot conlon#jack kelly#sprace#math prodigy#prodigy#overprotective#romance
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a taste for it | shauna shipman
summary: just shauna rethinking her life choices, and letting her true self take control. she did not start out a bad person. or did she?
warnings: blood. description of violence. description of killing animals. shauna being a god damn cannibal i guess. no pairings, just shauna. changed the canon a little bit, who cares !. just, blood, be warned.
short story, promise!
a/n: i just wanted to write something about this unhinged woman whom i love very much being even more unhinged. sue me. also, my first attempt of writing something in english! not my first language so i’m sorry if there’s a few mistakes. lol. gif by @jackietaylorsghost
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It wasn't something hidden in the mountains, just waiting for them to fall. It wasn't an evil spirit that took hold of them one by one. A monster lurking through the trees ready to attack. It wasn't the wilderness. It never was.
It was just them.
And to Shauna, that was way more terrifying than anything supernatural that could explain what had happened in that forest. What could have induced them to do the most unimaginable things. Things totally against her nature.
Since she got back, 25 years ago, a metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth like a phantom memory. Everything that was said, done, lost, seems to be stuck in her throat, like a knife going through her larynx. The choice of staying in the same city, living with the same people, and finishing school at the same high school, was a way of pretending that the world had taken a short break, just waiting for them to come back. Also, marrying Jeff was a way of keeping Jackie close in one way or another. An almost cruel, almost ironic way, that's for sure. She kept repeating to herself that she did not start out a bad person, but Shauna no longer knew how to exist without being cruel. It was her nature now.
Or was she always like that?
Fucking her best friend’s boyfriend, lying to herself about her feelings, her needs. Getting way too comfortable with the weight of a knife on her hands when they gave her the “butcher” role in the group…
It got out of control after a while. And oh, how she misses it.
It started with squirrels, small animals. When Callie was at school, Jeff at work, she would spend too much time in their backyard waiting for them to appear. She would grab it by their tail and break their little necks, opening up their bellies with the kitchen knife. And oh, how she liked the feeling of their warm blood running through her fingers.
She would spend a few minutes just watching it drip from her hand, the glimmery look of it, how it looked under her nails, her knuckles. One of these days, without even realizing, her hand went slowly to her mouth. But before it could touch her lips, a loud noise coming from the garage announced Jeff was home, taking her from this sick trance. She cleaned herself as fast as she could, and decided that was just not right. Not healthy. And it was the last thing she ever killed.
Until Adam happened.
It was a mistake. All of it. Getting with him in the first place, trying to live a life that was never meant for her to live. Stupid. But she never thought it would end like it did.
The overwhelming feeling of danger she felt the moment of the confrontation, the subconscious reaction of trying to survive. All the things going back and forth in her head. The muscle memory of the grip of the knife in her hand was too much. When she realized what she had done, it was too late. All she could do was stare at him with cold eyes, pulling out the knife from his chest painfully slowly, just feeling the weight of his internal organs sliding against the metal. It fitted so perfectly there, like it was made for it. His eyes frozen in that specific expression people get when they know it’s over just stared at her, while he fell hard in the ground, the blood already pooling around him.
Shauna was numb, feeling her ears ringing, her heart pumping, her pupils pitch black. She was back in the woods. Her brain was completely foggy with memories, smells, textures and feelings of guilt and pleasure she knew too well. She looked at the knife with wide eyes, the warm liquid running down her hand and forearm. And without even flinching, she licked it clean before it could reach the sleeve of her blouse. And there it was. The metallic taste of the blood snapping her out of the half-conscious state.
She gasped, taking in the air and closing her eyes and just settling her mind to what just happened. And then she accepted. She was fucked up. A monster, even. But even monsters have their urges, and at that moment, she needed that. Like a drunk needed a bottle. So she kneeled in front of Adam’s body, touching his blood soaked chest and diving her mouth into the open wound. Tasting it, drinking it. She took it as a sacrament, a feeling of fulfillment running through her body when the warmth of it touched her throat, the taste of it lingering in her tongue as a song, a gospel.
It clicked something inside of her, and there was no return from what she had become. From what she had always been.
Never was.
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets fanfic#yellowjackets tag#yellowjackets oneshot#fandom fics#shauna#shauna shipman#shauna sadecki#my fic
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Sliding Into Home - Calahan Skogman AU
– McKenzie Sharpe is fresh out of college and accepts (or forced into) a job from her father, Scott Sharpe, who happens to be the manager of the Milwaukee Brewers. She grew up around sports, being the only child of a mother that died when she was young and a father that wanted a boy to live vicariously through. She comes from a prominent name in the MLB and loves baseball and all sports, but is constantly being underestimated based on her sex and her looks in the industry. Now she runs the social media for the Brewers even though she has her dreams set on something much higher that no one thinks she can do…
Calahan Skogman grew up in Wisconsin, always dreaming of playing for the Brewers and now, fresh out of college, he turned down other offers to pitch for his dream team. He is quiet and keeps mostly to himself, having his own reasons for pursuing professional baseball. When he meets McKenzie, he sees her as everyone sees her; a spoiled brat who was only around because of her father and nothing else. He hates entitled, privileged people that think they are better than everyone else and he pegs her as what he hates most right away. When they start a winning streak however, they start to find themselves spending more time together and they both realize they don’t know the other one as well as they think they do…
Hope In Love - Sebastian Stan AU
-- Esperanza "Hope" Garcia doesn't have time for a proper relationship. Every time she has made time for a man, they've disappointed her. Her last proper boyfriend was 5 years ago in Law School. He worked as an electrician and hated her long hours in the library. She came home to find him in bed with a "friend". She all but swore off men after that.
Sebastian was married for 6 years to his high school sweetheart, Violet. She was killed in a mugging gone wrong. Sebastian hasn't dated anyone since her death almost 10 years ago. He's had random hookups, but always leaves before the next morning and never goes back to a woman more than a few times. That is until he met Hope.
Sebastian and Hope met through mutual friends almost a year ago and sparks flew almost immediately. Neither of them wanted anything serious, so they both decided to remain friends with certain "benefits". Over the last few months, Sebastian has been growing feelings for Hope but never dared admit it to her as her stance is firmly set for no relationship between them or for her and any guy.
Codename: Turtledove - Cole Turner
--Cole Turner is just a farmer trying to live his simple life while also trying to find the right woman to settle down with. He’s a little eccentric and a little high strung, becoming too much for most women pretty quickly. When he meets a woman at the farmer’s market, he thinks she could be the one until he finds out she has been lying since they met including about her name.
Eleanor just wants to meet a nice guy, but being the daughter of the president makes it hard to find people to trust. When she meets the hapless farmer Cole, she thinks she might have found someone she could really love... that is until he finds out just how dangerous it can be to be the potential boyfriend of the president’s daughter and he has to decide if the trouble is worth the pain...
Torn Pages - Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes has survived breaking his Winter Soldier conditioning and Thanos and even managed to keep his best friend through it all. Now he is living in Brooklyn near Steve Rogers and meets an attractive bookshop owner, Serena...
Everything is perfect between them until one of their enemies takes her to lure Bucky and the Avengers to them...
Lloyd Hansen - August Walker with OFC
**What if... August Walker and Lloyd Hansen both went to Harvard together. They were rivals, constantly getting into fights, and all around hating each other. Until... Until Jackie came into the picture. She was a freshman when they were seniors and the only thing they could both agree on was her... And only when they shared time together in the bedroom... I heard Paris is nice all year long...**
Happy Birthday, Captain - Steve Rogers
Steve has been away on a mission for weeks, finally returning on his birthday with a present for his girlfriend...
Sherlock and his cane…
Purely smut with Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes…
Ari/Steve ... Birthday Cake
Ari and Nomad Steve are twins and their neighbor Rosie brings them a birthday cake...
Speak Now - Ransom Drysdale
Brittan and Ransom were inseparable most of their lives. Until he was forced to break up with her to marry someone else. Can she convince him to leave his wedding to be with her instead...
Better Than Revenge
Zoey is a singer and comes home for a short break from tour to hang out with her boyfriend, only to find him in bed with her best friend. So she makes it her mission to enact revenge...
Dessert
Just Jake Jensen smut, nothing else...
#one shots#imagines#calahan skogman#sebastian stan#celebrity fanfics#calahan skogman fanfic#sebastian stan fanfic#chris evans fanfic#cole turner#ghosted#bucky barnes#winter soldier#bucky barnes one shot#august walker#henry cavill#lloyd hansen#chris evans#steve rogers#captain america#drabbles#ari levinson#taylor swift#ewan mcgregor#daddy kenobi#age gap romance#better than revenge#speak now tv
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The Engine drivers series: Night thoughts
⚠️ Content Warning: Soft nudity, trauma from past relationships, gender dysphoria and mentions of transphobia of the time ⚠️
Summary: Nights were perfect for thinking but they didn't always bring the best topics to think about. Unfortunately for Duck, that night was one of those....
Nights were perfect for thinking. When the only noises left were the distant locomotives working in the railway and his boyfriend snoring next to him.
But night didn’t always bring the best topics to think about. And that night was one of those, unfortunately.
Duck was sitting on the edge of the bed with the lamp on, without a shirt or a blanket to cover up his torso. He looked down to his chest and sighed, he suddenly felt strange and uncomfortable in his own skin. That wasn’t an usual thing for him (well, at least in the last fourteen years) but he knew other people dealt with that almost every day.
Donald was next to him, he had such a heavy sleep. Duck loved him so much. One of the Scottish twins was the first person that Duck dated after his transition that fully accepted him. He was never precisely lucky with love, his first boyfriend from high school days left a lot of memories that are still haunting him, even if the last time he saw him was twenty years ago and the guy knew him as “Jacqueline Collett” at that time. Duck was sure that if his ex-boyfriend saw him now, he wouldn’t even think that the man in front of him was once the “young lady” he manipulated for his own pleasure and…
“Alright, enough from that guy…” Duck thought. He already talked to Donald several times about his first relationship when he was a teenager and the other ones that never succeeded because they wanted “a real man”.
“What’s to be a real man, after all?” Donald once asked when they were working together. Duck couldn’t think about something that didn’t fall into physical stereotypes such as muscles, body hair, wide shoulders, deep voice…
“But you have more body hair than me, Duck!” Donald laughed.
“That’s true,” Duck said, “I don’t think there is a correct way of being a real man, you know…”
Duck giggled in silence as one of his hands ran over his chest hair to end up on his collarbone.
He had spent almost twenty two years of his life pretending to be someone that he was never meant to be. Trying so hard to fit in and failing on the task. Living every day disconnected with himself every time he was wearing a skirt or a dress, brushing his long hair and being called “Jackie” by his beloved ones, “Jacqueline” by some coworkers and “miss” by strangers. And then feeling his best after cutting his hair very short, wearing trousers and oversized coats, and being called “Duck” when his friends in Paddington Station noticed his strange way of walking.
And the indescribable joy of being called “sir” or “gentleman” by people who didn’t know him. He didn’t even dare to correct them, he adored it. He loved when people couldn’t tell whether he was a man or a woman.
Duck wished he knew he was trans earlier. He wished he had the terms to describe the unconformity he had while growing up. He was never feminine at all, never liked to play with dolls and wearing mom’s makeup and high heels as his sisters did, he got along with boys way better than with girls in elementary school. He had bad luck enough to go to a school for girls as a teenager, where he felt more disconnected than ever. Everyone loved to remind him how weird he was. Girls were so mean there.
If only he met people like him earlier…
“They won’t recognize me if I go to their silly Class of 1981 meetings” Duck thought and a little smile appeared on his face.
His hand ran down again to touch one of his nipples slightly and the smile faded away. Duck didn’t really feel the need to get rid of his chest, using a binder under his shirt and taking testosterone were more than enough to make him feel himself during the last decade of his life.
So why was he feeling all this now? He hated when he wasn’t able to understand his own emotions. Was he really feeling weird? Was he mad about something? Was his past bothering him again?
"Maybe you are just a woman with a lack of femininity, after all, trying so hard to be a man" an intrusive thought invaded him. No, he wasn't a woman, Duck was 100% of that so it was worthless to think deeper.
He had to admit that was the label he used before the realization. As a teenager and eventually as a young adult, he wanted to believe that he just had a big lack of femininity. His 16-year-old self was so attached to the "I'm not like the other girls" quote. It gave him an inexplicable comfort, at least the first years.
The thing was that he wasn't actually a girl after all.
He had always been Duck, even if everyone called him Jacqueline, even if he didn't know it yet. After having his hair cut very short and wearing the uniform that borrowed from a friend, he couldn’t stop staring at his own reflection.
The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors, where he discovered a reflection of himself, a line from his favorite song came to his mind at that moment, a song called “The hall of mirrors”.
He still remembered clearly how another quote from the same song sounded in the back of his head as soon as he was about to change to his regular uniform.
Sometimes he saw his real face and sometimes a stranger at his place.
That was the final sign that took away all of his doubts. It's so clear, so obvious.
His real self was set free that morning when he looked at the mirror and realized he had been lying to himself all this time.
“What was the word? Transgender?” He tried to remember what he read in that magazine his friends brought him the other day. He would ask him later. But there was something clear on Duck’s mind at that moment:
I won’t lie to himself anymore.
“Why are you insisting on being a man? Do you hate women?” a relative once asked him during a family reunion just some time after he came out. His parents and siblings totally supported his decision but some family members didn´t want to understand and didn’t care to ask about it. A mid 20’s crisis, as a cousin said, she won’t last long with this game.
“I don’t hate women, I just ain’t one”, he remembered his answer.
It was so difficult to explain his experience to people who didn’t want to open their minds.
“Hey, your thoughts can be heard from here, you know?” a familiar voice spoke behind him, taking him out from his train of thought.
“How long have you been awake?” he asked.
“Enough to see your mind is playing tricks on you again”, Donald answered as he approached Duck to hug him from the back. He felt so warm and the tension in his shoulder faded away. “Wanna talk about it, Duckie?”
“Not really, Donald, it’s just the same annoying thoughts again.”
Duck turned around to face Donald and kissed him on the lips. These kinds of small actions with his boyfriend always made him feel better after a bad day.
“You know I’m always here to listen,” Donald added in the middle of the kiss.
"I suddenly felt uncomfortable with myself… again"
"Why?"
"I wish I knew, Donald, I wish I knew…", Duck didn't know how to explain all the things he was thinking about before being interrupted. "There were so many things in my head about the past, the present, the future, my body, my decisions and they were all mixed and I can't…"
"Hey, " the red-haired guy interrupted his boyfriend once again, "Try to breath, your cheeks are red"
"I'm so sorry," Duck said and laid down on his side of the bed.
"There is nothing to be sorry about! We can talk in the morning" Donald laid down next to him "Now, let's get some sleep, overthinking is tiring and helpless."
Duck sighed.
"Yeah, that would be the best…"
#The engine drivers series#Fanfiction#Fanfic#Content Warning#Soft nudity#gender dysphoria#Intrusive thoughts#Journey#Mentions of transphobia#illustration#trans headcanon#trans
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a dochero fic :]
this one is based on an old ask game @theprinceofflies answered, i’m sorry prince for keeping tagging you in these stuff but i need to give you credits 💔💔
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— Jackie, for God's sake — Henrik shook his head, wrapping the tape around the hero's torso again — you need to be more careful when you're patrolling, a little more and you'd be dead!
— You're exaggerating… — He frowned and pouted, huffing. Henrik smiled lovingly, giving him a kiss on the scalp.
— Sorry, mein hero. I talk like that because I get worried — he got up, sitting on his lap and cleaning the wounds on his face — do I bother you here?
— No, but I think you're the only doctor in the world who sits on the patients' laps — Schneep laughed, rolling his eyes.
— I like being different — he smiled smugly, picking up the bandage pack beside him and taking one out — nothing serious happened, but your face will be clogged with band-aids for a while.
— I'm used to it — he shrugged, smiling mischievously and catching the doctor's lips — I like you a lot, you know?
— I like you a lot too, mein hero — carefully, he placed a bandage on his left eyebrow — now, hold still and I'll…
— Will you marry me?
— What?
The bandage was slightly to the side, almost imperceptibly. Henrik watched, astonished, as Jackie pulled a red box with two wedding rings from his pocket and showed it to him, grinning from ear to ear.
— So? Will you?
— Oh, I... I… — He knew the answer, always had; but in his defense, he was so taken aback that he couldn’t react — Jackie, I… I! Didn't you have a better time for that? — He laughed, patting his own thighs.
— Every time is the best time with you, doc — He took the doctor's right hand, kissing the palm. Jackie could be a flirt when he wanted to be — but so? You are ignoring the question...
Even with his red face and the urge to scream like a girl going to prom with her high school crush, he gave his most relaxed smile and agreed. The hero's faces lit up and he hugged his boyfriend — now fiancé —, repeating how much he loved him and distributing kisses across his hot cheeks.
Henrik just laughed, trying miserably to kiss him back, but Jackie was quick. Quick, strong and a little box of surprises.
#I'm writing!!#henrik#jackie#dochero my beloved#dochero#herodoc#also huh it looks like i'm not taking my fanfic seriously bc i'm not putting the word counting neat summary thing and etc#but honestly maybe i'm really not /hj
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𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃 — 03
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 after being rescued from a plane crash and stranded for nineteen months , Naomi Miller left town. Its now twenty-five years later. With a new identity , Amelia Davis returns but the horrors never left her.
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𝗡𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 soft grumbles in her sleep, tossing and turning under Naomi's bedsheet covers, her blonde hair was a mess sticking out in different directions. her makeup was smudged, particles of her mascara fell to her under eyes, Naomi was wide awake. Every time she would blink her eyes would adjust to the pitch black ceiling, lulling into a void of nothingness, the wind blew and whistled at her slightly ajar window, the branches banging at the bricks.
Her mind was playing those memories with Jeff like a VHS tape, continuously repeating his words in her head.
"I love you."
"You're so beautiful."
Was it all bullshit? Everytime she would convince herself those words were true her brain decided to play a trick on her and remember the party, the weird smiles and chuckles him and Jackie would share together. Then it would lead to how much of a horrible friend she was, to Tai's words.
"Your a loyal friend." Yeah, fucking, right.
Her cold fingers would massage the hickeys, messily covered with concealer on her neck, shivering from the contrast of body heat, she would sigh, then the cycle would repeat again.
Amelia sat in the creaky blue school chair, her legs crossed, nibling on the inside of her cheeks thinking about what to say, Shauna sat beside her rather then a pissed look like Amelia she had a worried face plastered on top, Then there was jeff. His lips formed a frown, brows furrowed but his eyes were sad, the same worried expression Shauna had.
"You can come in now." The door creaked open a women late 30s stood in the doorframe, a not so neat bun a way too short pencil shirt and a way too bright bra poking through her white blouse.
"Fucking finally." Amelia grumbled, standing up first pushing past the women she stepped into the principles office, she had put a lot of thought of what to say when Jeff drove them all to the high school, but seeing Sherrie's curly brown hair, tan skin and blue eyes paired with a dried nosebleed made her want to scream.
"What the fuck where you thinking, Sherrie?" Amelia gasped, stomping over to her daughter lifting up her head to wipe away the left over blood, Jeff and Shauna went over to Callie's side she was mostly fine, apart from a slightly swollen left cheek and a small bruise.
Sherrie went silent.
"You better have a pretty good reason for this before I-" Amelia gritted her teeth before the principle started talking.
"Thanks for getting here so quickly." He nodded, Amelia took the seat, right of Sherrie, Left of Shauna, Callie sat in the middle of her and Jeff.
"Its.. Fine." Amelia put on a smile, Shauna nodded.
"Well.. After a thorough investigation." He began, Amelia rolled her eyes.
"We think that, this was over... a boy?" The principle cringed as Amelia scoffed with disgust
"A guy? You fought a girl over a guy." Amelia's jaw dropped as Sherrie cringed, biting her lower lip.
Shauna and Jeff's eyes met
"Its not my fault she's a fucking cunt." Sherrie spat out her words like poison, leaned towards Callie rolling her eyes, Jeff's eyes widened
"Woah-" Jeff begun, Shauna put a hand on his arm shutting him.
"Have you gone insane? I get that shits been tough, but you don't get the right to be a dickhead because of it!" Amelia watched as Sherrie sighed, slouching her her chair
"What even happened for this- fight to break out?" Shauna asked Callie, she looked away
"She was flirting with my boyfriend." Callie mumbled making Sherrie let out a laugh
"Oh my god, are you that insecure or something, I wasn't flirting with him, we were paired up for a science project!" Sherrie growled as Amelia pushed her back
"Woah, calm it down. So.. you were paired with her boyfriend for a science project, she thought you were flirting with him, then what?" Shauna asked Sherrie
"Then she started shouting at me to 'leave her boyfriend alone, that 'he doesn't want me' so i said i was just trying to do my work, so she went all fucking crazy throwing punches and shit." Sherrie snapped as Callie looked down at her feet in defeat.
"Holy shit." Amelia let out a laugh of pure disbelief as the principle finally said something.
"Well, given both girls got into a fight, its mandatory I suspend them for at least a week."
Sherrie grunted as Amelia took her phone off her shoving it into her back pocket as the five of them left the school building, Amelia chuckled as she saw Jeffs car.
"Fuck, right, I hitched a ride with you." Amelia sighed turning around to look at them
"Oh.. No worries we'll give you a ride home." Jeff shrugged , Sherrie grunted.
"What? Why were you with them to begin with?" Sherrie tugged on her mothers arm
"Because smartass, they're our neighbours, Just get in the car, the real adults need to speak." Amelia watched as Sherrie stomped off to the car, Callie barely looked up at her.
"Fuck.. I'm so fucking sorry.." Amelia's tone changed in seconds "I mean, I knew moving would be difficult and shit but- I don't know what I did wrong.." Amelia sighed looking to the car, Sherrie's eyes following the sky.
"No no, its fine, its Callie's fault anyway." Jeff shrugged, Shauna nodded, Amelia bit her lip as she thought for a second looking back from the car to them
"You three should come over for dinner tonight. we can sort this out, properly."
No Diggity from Blackstreet blasted through Naomi's radio, Nat joking humped her, Naomi folded their clothes, a laugh escaped her as she pushed her away, the two dancing around her room.
"What about... this?" Nai pulled out a small pink flowery dress, shaking it to show the frills
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were packing for nationals not to go to bible camp with Laura Lee." Nat laughed throwing her folded underwear at her, only for Naomi to stick her tongue out at her turning back to her wardrobe looking for more clothes.
"Bring more jumpers and shit, My dad told me Seattle is like, really rainy." Naomi threw her mauve sweater as Nat.
The plane was an understatement of rich, it was massive, clean and otherwise perfect. Naomi had never been on a plane before, her father was already too busy traveling around the world for his job and her mother was probably too drunk in some random alleyway to even remember she had a child, her hand interlinked with Nat's as they walked down the pathway, choosing a random isle to sit together,
Natalie ended up dragging Naomi to some random seat, taking the window seat whilst Nai took the middle seat, the two giggled as the plane begun to move.
Naomi let out a yawn. Maybe not sleeping all night took a toll on her.
Her head rested on Nat's shoulder as she drifted to sleep.
Naomi felt Nat's shake her awake, both of Nat's hands went to her upper arms forcing her to jolt awake. She was tired, looking around, her eyesight of blurry and confusion began to kick in, Nat pulled down Naomi's mask forcing it around Naomi's face. It was shaky, causing the two to rumble around in their seats a little.
After a while of blinking herself awake and trying to comprehend whatever Nat was trying to say to her, she looked out the window. the plane was going down. gushes of wind sped past them, the sky quickly changed into a forest
Nat gripped onto Nai's hand, her black nails digging into her skin, causing it to turn white, Naomi turned her head there was a lot of screaming. there was a lot of banging and rustling around the plane moved a lot, Naomi probably had a few bruises from the amount of times she banged her head.
The plane crash landed into a forest. Nat's grip loosened slightly, she was sobbing hysterically, panting for air, Naomi was shaking, breathing heavily she shook as she tried to stand up, pulling Nat up with her.
Misty and Tai were prying open the door to the plane, Naomi took off her oxygen mask, letting out shallow breaths as she leaned against an empty seat.
She could see Misty, Tai, Lottie and a few others leave the plane. Where was Van?
"Fuck- No Shauna don't leave me!" The fire sort of overwhelmed her begging voice but Nai turned around, Jackie and Shauna soon left the plane
"Nat. Go." Naomi pushed Natalie towards the door, before mauveing her way past the rubble, she let out a sharp hiss as the plane moved again, barely able to catch her feeting. she felt the air leave her lungs as she passed the dead body of Rachel.
"Van?" She yelled out, her voice was dry and sore, this time the plane moved again Naomi couldn't catch herself a scream was let out as a broken piece of metal impaled the skin above her hip, blood oozed out, soaking her yellowjacket's varsity jacket.
"Naomi?" A voice yelled back, Nai tried her best to push forward to the back of the plane, The fire was growing closer, practically burning the baby hairs on her neck when she reached Van.
"Fuck- Okay, Im gonna lift this up, you need to quickly move." Naomi explained, she let out a moan of pain moving her blood covered hand to the cabinet, crushing Van. She nodded the best she could, unbuckling the seatbelt Naomi begun to lift, she let out grunts of frustration as her hand slipped slowly down leaving large blood hand prints on the cool grey metal, she let out another scream as the palm of her left hand was sliced open from a blown open piece of metal.
Van threw herself out. Holding onto the opposite seat and Naomi's shoulder for support. Naomi gasped as she let go her hand had a large crooked cut from the bottom of her index finger to the freckle on the bottom right of her palm.
The plane exploded, Naomi stepped out of the plane after van, right in front of Shauna and Jackie.
"Surprise." Van grunted before pulling Naomi away, she turned back to see Jackie's and Shauna's shocked expressions.
Van soon went off to hug tai, Naomi lifted up her shirt, the piece of small metal stuck out of her skin like mushrooms growing off a tree, the skin was bruised and sore, blood clots formed around her broken skin, tears of it dropping down her hips collected by her denim jeans she let out a gasp, banging the back of her head near a tree.
"Holy fuck, I thought you died out there!" Nat cried pulling her into a hug, Naomi cried causing her to pull away, she winced seeing the blood gush out of her staining her white tank top red.
"Oh, shit.." Nat groaned out loud catching most people attention, stepped back as Misty came closer, along with Shauna and Tai.
"We need to take it out." Misty gave Nat whatever she was holding before as she moved to lift up Naomi's shirt.
"W-wai-!" Naomi was cut off by Misty pulling out the piece of metal, a scream was ripped out of her lungs before the clattering sound of the metal falling to the ground was heard. Tai let out a gag as Nat shouted as Misty to stop.
Naomi's head went dizzy, her eyes started to black out, she could barely make out words she felt as if the whole world was spinning, her head rested against the moss of the tree, her skin pale and sweaty with pink flushed cheeks.
"Nai? Naomi stay awake!" Nat shook her awake, her eyes blinked, but the voices were becoming clearer, Taissa was by her side lifting her shirt up just under her bra whilst Misty wrapped a large strip of 'bandages' around her waist settling it on the cut, It was horrible to look at, the metal sliced her skin open in different ways the cut became crooked stretching round to her back slightly.
"Misty, hurry the fuck up!" Nat screamed at her, before turning back to her brushing brown strands of hair behind her ears her other hand resting on Nai's good hand.
Then the dizziness returned, splotches of black made her blink faster, her breath became shallow ,misty tightened the bandages. this time she couldn't stop from fainting.
"Wait, so you called your child after a Spanish wine?" Shauna asked taking a sip of the red wine, Callie and Sherry sat opposite of each other, both silent as they messed around with the food on their plates, Amelia let out a loud laugh.
"No! Sherrie, with an ie, not sherry with a y." Amelia laughed sipping her wine. "I named her after Sherrie Levine, The famous photographer?" Sherrie rolled her eyes.
"Famous photographer.." Jeff begun, repeating Amelia's words "You know who that remind me of, Shauna?" Jeff nudged Shauna who just shrugged taking another sip of wine. "Naomi." The air went silent around them, Amelia looked at her plate, gulping down larger sips of wine her, Sherrie and Callie waiting for her response, she had none, so jeff continued.
"She was always great at Photography, what ever happened to her?" Jeff asked another sip of wine.
"I don't know, she left town after the crash." Shauna's words weren't filled with hatred, but with sorrow, Amelia coughed.
"How does ice cream sound?" Amelia questioned, taking another gulp of wine.
"No, wait, I want to know about this Naomi girl, what crash?" Sherrie asked, leaning in closer letting her fork clatter on the plate.
"You never told me about anyone called Naomi?" Callie agreed.
"Well..." Shauna begun, Amelia shot up from her seat.
"I'm going to wash the dishes." Amelia mumbled taking away her and Sherrie's plate, Callie stared at her confused.
Amelia put the water pressure as high as it would go, hoping it would drown out the sounds of Shauna's speaking, it didn't. So she zoned out instead, aggressively scrubbing the plates, until the water turned out, She flipped to see Jeff, Plates in one hand, his other arm was still on the tap.
"Oh, Im sorry." Amelia smiled, taking the plates off of him putting them into the sink.
"No worries, you ok, you got pretty freaked out when Shauna was talking about the crash?" Jeff moved, leaning against the counter as Amelia put the tap back on, on a lower setting this time.
"Im fine, I- Im fine." Amelia nodded putting the washed plate onto the pile of washed dishes, Jeff started wiping them down with a table cloth.
"So, your new to town." Jeff begun small talk, Amelia wanted to sigh and tell him to fuck off but she swallowed her thoughts.
"Yeah, I used to travel alot, for my work.. But Sherrie's that age now, she needs to settle down for collage." Amelia rambled sort of hoping he would get bored and listen to Shauna instead.
"Oh? What's your job?" He asked placing the now dried dishes into a new pile.
"Journalist." Amelia watched as Jeff nodded placing the plate into the new pile, She picked up a knife, her thoughts went else where as the sponge slipped her grip, the knife slicing her palm open. from the bottom of her index finger, to the freckle on the bottom right of her hand.
Amelia let out a shaky breath. letting the blood drip down her palm for a second before Jeff reacted for her.
"Shit." Jeff grabbed her wrist leading it to the tap, watching the water turn from white into a light red colour. his large hand wrapped around hers as he placed the table cloth on her palm, pressing gently on it.
"Nasty cut." He mumbled, keeping his hand against hers, moving closer so their arms were touching.
"Yeah.."
A scream escaped Laura Lee, Jolting Naomi awake, her head went back as she felt the bandages on her side, remembering the cut the crash where they were.
Naomi lifted herself up her gaze going to her left hand, it was wrapped up.
There was a body perched in the tree Laura Lee stood at, horrified. it was coach, Javi yelled for his dad as Naomi stood beside him, a hand resting on his back.
"Holy Macaroni, Is that?-" Misty begun, wide eyed.
"Hes got to be dead, right?" Natalie asked before Nai smacked her on the arm.
"Nat." Naomi warned, her eyes flickering to Javi stood by her side.
"Okay, who has the best arm?" Jackie begun before Naomi cut in.
"What?- Oh are we going throw rocks at him now?" Naomi scoffed as Van agreed.
"Oh yeah, that's a fuck-ton smarter, your on fire today, Jackie, oh wait that's supposed to be me." Van grunted, her words layered in sarcasm. Naomi looked at the ginger girl sadly.
"Okay, stop it, we need a plan." Shauna said cutting off their arguments.
"We could lower him down with ropes?" Laura Lee looked around, holding her stuffed bear between her arms, some rolled their eyes but all stayed quiet.
"Vines then, I don't know.." Laura Lee's hope disintegrated as Nat scoffed.
"fucks sake, Laura Lee, we're not going to Tarzan him out of the tree." Nat shot down her idea.
"You got a better idea?" Jackie spoke up as Naomi cut in again.
"Then shoes and ropes? Yeah, cut down the fucking tree. " Naomi shrugged as Jackie rolled her eyes.
Travis came out and begun climbing the tree?
"Travis?" Naomi yelled her hand going to his arm, but she was already injured and weaker then him he escaped her grasp with ease.
Everyone shouted at him to stop, but of course he didnt listen, continuing going further and further up the tree, the tree creaked and moaned as he got closer to the branch his father was perched on.
"Travis, dont be a dick, just- get fucking down!" Naomi yelled up at him.
The branch almost snapped off, Van yelled at him to move back, luckily he did, the branch snapped off, the coaches body and the branch landed on the blankets, he was impaled in the chest, his skin was pale and sickly looking, Naomi gagged noticing the blood slowly seep through the blankets...
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Yellowjackets S1 E8
Tumblr didn't save my draft 😭
It basically boiled down to I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW JUST GO BACK TO THE TEEN LESBIANS I NEED TO KNOW IF THEY'RE ALRIGHT
Is Taissa really admitting that she's kind of settled for Simone and is still in love with Van? It's sweet for my Vanissa shipping heart but really cruel.
Also Shauna's boy toy is giving Ezra Fitz vibes. If he starts baking pies, Shauna should run. Oh, he's got a cabin in the woods he wants to take her to? Where have I seen that before?
Misty continues to slay. Nat continues to not. She's really blaming Jackie for her own shit? Not that Jackie is not on a warpath since finding out Shauna's pregnant with her boyfriend's baby and not her own.
They're all lesbians your honour 😘
I thought Jeff not taking his undies off on his way to the shower was proof that he was the glitterballed bandit but it was the other guy I guess. I dunno, it still could have been Jeff. Maybe they were even in on it together. My thing is how did Shauna not feel the glitter balls rub up against her when they danced the horizontal dance?
Taissa was right about one thing this episode: it IS her fault her girlfriend got MAULED by a wolf.
Laura Lee is going to die, isn't she?
Yup
😭 I shouldn't be sad, that was one of the dumbest deaths but still. At least they'll have food for the winter...oh wait, the plane exploded. It's giving Titan. Did they at least drag the wolf corpse back? Also how did her teddy bear spontaneously combust? Or was it a different fire that just hit the teddy first?
One thing's for sure: that teddy is not an ally
Also I think it was in this part that I speculated that maybe Callie is not the baby Shauna was pregnant with during the crash since if she came back with a baby they'd either assume it was Travis or the coach's but everyone seems to be assured it was Jeff's and at least Jackie's parents didn't seem to think they happened to get together before the crash. Which means either she miscarried it or... Yeah. Who knows, maybe it was natural causes and not cannibalism. Like surely they'd sooner cannibalize one of the bigger people before resorting to killing and eating a baby.
RIP Laura Lee.
Van is not out of the woods yet and good god I saw the inside of her mouth from not the normal angle and that's gonna stick in my mind. That whole sequence was torture. But she's a fucking trooper. I've got my fingers crossed that at least she'll pull through. They didn't seem to talk about her like she died so I am just hoping she's alive.
Also I don't care about Nat and Travis but his high school bully? Ouch. Also why wasn't his brother their first port of call for info about him when he died? Is the little guy dead too? Did he die in the woods? He didn't even seem a possibility so I'm guessing it happened a while back. Must have been during the accident.
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quinny dating one of jacks friends like jacks age or a year younger how would that go ☺️☺️
i feel like if it was one of jack’s friends from high school maybe (like from the ntdp days and was apart of the group w alex and cole and trevor) all 4 guys would be protective but jack would be like kinda mad.
lil blurb under the cut
“You didn’t tell me he was home!” You whisper shouted at Quinn as you scrambled off of his bed.
“You’re his friend, shouldn’t you know when he’s coming home?”
“And you’re my boyfriend, you’re supposed to tell me these things” You pouted at Quinn who seemed unfazed as he leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips.
“Sorry baby” He smiled and any frustration drained from your body. “But Jack’s home and he’s going to be up here in a few seconds so…”
“Should I climb out the window?” You ask with wide eyes. You hadn’t exactly gotten around to telling Jack about your relationship which Quinn had been bugging you to do for over a month now. You just wanted to do it in person which meant waiting until he was home for the summer.
“We’re not in high school” Quinn laughed.
“You’re definitely not” You teased and he glared at you. Despite your two year age gap, you never let up on your teasing.
“Shut up” Quinn tackled you down onto the bed and started tickling you which made you erupt in giggles, completely forgetting about Jack who was now making his way upstairs.
“What the hell?” You freeze when you hear his voice and Quinn freezes as well as he hovers on top of you, fingers now resting on your sides.
“Hey Jacky” You say, shoving Quinn off of you.
“Are you kidding me, Y/n?” Jack asked, backing out of the room.
“Jack-”
“No! You always need to have what I do right Quinn? Nothing can ever be just mine”
“Hey! I’m not some item to… have!” You protested but both boys ignored you.
“Get over it Jack! I’m not holding her hostage” Quinn groaned and you stood up beside him to defend your relationship with him. Jack opened his mouth to argue back but Luke interrupts.
“What’s going on?” Luke asked as he walked by in the hallway.
“Quinn and Y/n are… what? Together? Fucking?” Jack spat, clearly annoyed.
“We’re dating, you ass” You reply rudely as Jack is really getting on your nerves.
“Oh nice” Luke smiled at you and Quinn while Jack glared at him.
“This is not nice! You’re my friend Y/n/n, oh just wait until the boys hear about this” Jack laughed to himself and you rolled your eyes at how annoying he was being.
“Alex is here, we can tell him now” Luke says with a smile and proceeds to call Alex up while Jack stays glaring at you. Alex is promptly filled in on the situation and his reaction is much better than Jack’s.
“Just don’t hurt her Q” He waved a finger at your boyfriend who laughed but nodded in agreement. “Jack stop being an idiot and be happy for them”
Jack caved after Trevor and Cole found out and were also supportive. It took Jack some extra time but in the end he was happy for you and Quinn… until Quinn fucks up, then he’s got four angry boys on him.
#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes blurb#jack hughes#vancouver canucks#hockey writing#nhl players#hockey fic#nhl fanfiction
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This is my thoughts about our flag means death. This is just my brain while I watched this show, enjoy.
I adore this episode. Stede was a bad husband. Not Blackbeard sitting on Stede's bedside or in bed. They are so cute. Absolute idiots but adorable. He is not going to betray Stede. They had a picnic, for fuck sake. I am going to love the exchange of teaching each other their ways. I am also loving the Jim and Oluwande friendship/ possible relationship. To be honest, Blackbeard and Stede are the equivalents of the girl next door and the rebel in all famous high school au's. Plus, enemies to lovers who are catching feelings. Ep 4
What do you think the real reason is that Blackbeard wanted to go? Do you think it has to do with never being able to go as a kid? Or that he just wanted to forget himself for one night? Lucius and Black Pete is not the combo I was expecting, but I am here for it. Plus a daddy kink and a bit of voyeurism. What do you think Izzy's face looked like when he saw Blackbeard with bows in his beard? I love that they went in with no plan. The prince, an accountant with bows in his beard, is fantastic. Yes, Lucius calls him out and put him in his place. I love the confidence.
That was so romantic. First defending him, then reassuring him, and then staring at each other under the moonlight, walking away, stopping, glancing, shy smiles, walking further, aww. Ep 5
He is seduced by that imbecile. Yes, do start stripping and show off your belly. Haha, this is just a clothed sex scene, Izzy thinks the same. Aww, why is he so cute? The poor thing. He hid in the bathtub. Look at them comforting each other and being honest. I thought I said fuck a lot, Jesus. You have to win Stede. Concerned boyfriend check. Lucius and Pete are so cute. He made him a finger, aww. The kiss is adorable. Yeah, I get someone for that, hilarious. Of course, he goes to snitch. Ep 6
I love Olu immediately adopting nana, coming nana. Lucius's face, he is third-wheeling. Look at them banter like a fucking married couple. This whole exchange is hilarious. Lucius is like the meddling friend, but he is right. The fondness in his eyes and it was sweet. Stede you couldn't wait 2 seconds before barging in, they were about to kiss. OMG. That is such a husband thing to say. I hope to god that we get a reunion somewhere because I need to know about Jim's adventures and their relationship. Btw, Jim's story plus the oranges remind me of the book, the priory of the orange tree. I love the nana and Olu moment. Co-captains, more like husbands. They are so cute. Oh no Stede, now you have it. This is a problem. "Done something to your boss's brain" is more like your boss has a big fat crush. Ep 7
Stede is jealous, and I don't even know how to refer to Edward's state of mind. He just reverted to a teenager. The hand between his shoulder blades. God Jack is an asshole. I love this truce/ friendship moment between Jim and Jackie. Goof for Stede for standing up as a captain. Not the divorce ark. Sir, you are not allowed to leave. This is hurting me. Unacceptable. Ouch. I am going to guess that Stede cried himself to sleep that night. Not the take care, mate. The look back, those always hurt the most because you can see it is also breaking his heart. This is the I am missing my partner club. I love Julius. The acknowledgement that it is a breakup. Julius is the best friend. The bird speaks. I hate Jack even more now. Edward should apologise when he gets back to the ship. Karma is a bitch. The foot. The look. Awwwwwww. What is going to happen now? Ep 8
Oh no. Stede is a terrible liar. Really, Frenchie? Oh no. Fanfiction, I love that, and fanfiction and the fact that it exists in this world. Edward, you are such a sweetheart and so casual too. Izzy? Wise words but not the crying. This is so awkward. Thank you, Ed, he deserved that. The desperation in his eyes. Two acts of Grace, please. Why does it sound like he is ordering food? Haha. Sassy husbands. I love the horror about the beard being gone. Got to say, I have to get used to it. Stede is so concerned, and Ed is just pretending to be fine and ignoring the fact that Stede is concerned about him. The crew really got the short stick huh. Doing what makes Ed happy huh. So doing Stede, I am sorry, haha, I had to. The kissssss, awwwwww. This is so romantic. I am so afraid Stede is going to say no. Oh thank fuck, he said yes. aw, Olu as captain, I love that. Thye is so supportive. Oh, fuck no. Edward is going to think Stede abandoned him, isn't it? fuck. shit, I told you so. The shock on everyone's faces, I did not expect that one. Lucius do your job and hammer some sense into them. How long has he been away from home? Tell me she is going to knock some sense into him, please. I need a happy ending. Edward's sad face is horrible, someone do something. Ep 9
Yess Mary, girl boss. I love these ladies. Kick him out of bed, if he can't keep to his side. I love her. The kid is savage. Under the weather more like moping. Jimmmmmmmmmmmmm. That is one hell of a kiss, and I am here for it. Oh, blanket fort. He really is not doing well, is he? Seeing him cry breaks my heart, and that entire conversation felt like being stabbed, repeatedly, oh baby, you poor thing. Now Stede has to apoligise. Now he is talking to an orange. These broken-hearted fools, someone do something about it. You voyeur, you are not allowed to be mad though. You tell him, girl. Haha, I love that for them. I love how they are all freaked out by Edward singing a sad song. They are such dorks, a talent show, I love it and how excited they all are. Don't tell me you are now shit-talking your husband over something he is insecure about while he is moping and singing sad songs because you broke up. Btw, I love Ed in that robe. Love Ed for defending them, especially against Izzy, but babe you deserve a little at the moment. Stede don't you dare to ruin Mary's exhibition because I will kill you. And you have drunk. Well, at least he realises that she is allowed to hate him. First of all, I love the murder conversation. Second, Is this Stede realising that he is in love with Edward and doing something about it? Just your husband casually coming out when you're talking about love, and as the awesome human being, you are you hug him. This is tugging at my heartstrings. Oh fuck, he put his walls up again and became Blackbeard, shit. Btw, that was unnecessary. Lucius didn't deserve that, hope he gets back up. Izzy deserved that. This is breaking my heart. I love that Doug and Stede could come to an agreement/ plan. Or fake Stede's dead. They are abandoning them. Not breaking my ships, horrible people you are. That is all three now. Stede hurry the fuck up. Aww, that is so cute. I have 6 minutes to go, and this is not going to fix itself. I love the whole play, fantastic. Aww, babe. Every time he cries my heart breaks a little. Not the windowsill/ bed. This hurts. A bit too late Stede, at least no one else from the crew is dead yet. I am believing that Lucius is not dead so everyone is alive but not well. And Eds is dying of heartbreak. Fuck, this hurts. I need a season 2 asap.
This show is so good and now I am invested. Why does that always happen to me? I was so happy to find out that Jim is non-binary. Gay pirates are the best thing ever. I was hoping for humour and a love story. We got 3 love stories, humour, and angst. So much angst. And we were heading in the right direction but then crash. Also, I live for the casual stabbing and violence. Bamf characters, whoop. Also, this show made me realise I may have a type. Gray/ salt and pepper long hair with a sword and in leather. Dammit, also in love with their newly made, a bit annoying best friend. I think I have a crush on Jim and maybe a little gender envy.
#our flag meets death#stede x ed#stede bonnet#oluwande#lucius ofmd#olu ofmd#jim ofmd#jim x oluwande#black pete#pete x lucius#izzy hands#blackbeard#edward teach#ofmd#ofmd spoilers
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