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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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Requests for BTAS Jervis, you say??? 👀 👀 👀 Maybe some body worship on him? He has the cutest lil tummy and I wanna kiss it and tell him he's pretty 😌

A/N: EEEEE my actual reaction when I got this ask: 😍😍😍 thank you thank you thank you anon! This is the exact request I was waiting for lmao. I love this promot with my whole heart! BTAS Jervis is absolutely deserving of all the body worship. Thank youu

Trigger Warning: body worship, touching/caressing, handjobs, and blowjobs (all about Jervy again, sorry not sorry)

Word Count: 1.8 k

BTAS Mad Hatter x Reader - Let Me Adore You

Jervis has always treated you like royalty. You felt like the only person in the world, the only one who truly mattered.

You failed to recall any other time anyone has ever made you feel so desired. It made you wonder though, if Jervis felt the same way?

He was more than deserving of it. A little ball of guilt welled up in your stomach.

You did love him, absolutely cherished him. You returned all his kisses, held his hand tight, wrapped your arms around him every chance you got.

Nevertheless, he deserved more, so much more. You were going to make him feel the way he made you feel. You just hope that you were capable of reciprocating the feeling to Jervis tenfold.

It was a spectacular night on the town, Jervis was ever so the gentleman as always. He made you laugh and smile until your cheeks hurt. The kisses to your hand, cheeks and lips warmed your body throughout.

As much fun as you were having you couldn't wait to get him home, so you could finally have him to yourself.

You two were walking home, your arm tucked into his, yet it felt like you were somewhat dragging Jervis along.

"W-Why are you in such a rush to get home, darling?" Jervis asked almost nervously, secretly worried that you somehow had a bad time and were rushing back home so it would end.

When you heard the worrisome tone in his voice it brought your speed walking to a halt. You brought your other arm that wasn’t tucked into his, over his bicep. You squeezed his arm gently, reassuringly.

“Oh, uh…no reason, in particular…”

Jervis scrunched his eyebrows for a moment. He did not pry but he couldn’t say he was totally convinced either. Something was definitely on your mind. You tried to keep pace with him and tried to keep your nerves from vibrating in excitement.

It took everything in you not to just immediately pounce on Jervis once you finally got home. However, you did want to make your intentions known now that you two have retreated to the comfort of your abode.

You snatched the rim of his signature top hat and hung it up carefully, before wrapping your arms around his neck. Jervis was about to ask you for an insight into your thoughts but all words was replaced with a strong red blush as you softly rubbed the tip of your nose along his.

You arms tightened slightly bringing him closer to you. You leaned in and kissed him deeply. You couldn’t deny your swoon at the sound of his soft whimpers against your lips.

Barely even touching him, just one deep kiss with many to come and Jervis’ face was already flushed red and he was already gulping for air.

“W-W…what…what b-brought this on, darling?”

You hummed softly in amusement at his meekness. Intimacy in your relationship was still fairly new, especially for one like Jervis who has been alone for a vast majority of his life. He was lucky to even see first base let alone make it.

“I-I want to do something a little…different tonight, my sweet.” Your hands slid down from around his neck to his chest. Your fingers deftly began undoing the buttons of his suit.

You took the almost comically audible gulp from Jervis as a sign to continue. “I want tonight to be about you and only you…just a way to show my appreciation for you…and how you make me feel…”

Jervis brought his hands up to hold yours to pause your movements. He shook his head, insisting, “y-y-you don’t have too…I-I…I treat you the way I do…b-because I adore you, darling…it’s not…you don’t…your happiness is-”

You gently placed the tips of your fingers to his lips to stall any more nervous ramblings from tumbling out of his mouth.

“I know I don’t have too…Jervis…” You smiled at him sweetly. “My beloved, Jervis…I may not have too…but I want to. I really want to…please let me adore you more so than usual anyway, tonight…please?” You titled your head to the side and fluttered your eyelashes, hoping that would seal the deal.

Another loud gulp, but a small nod was all you needed to proceed.

As if this man could not be any redder. When you finally got him to the bed and undressed, you realized his flushed flaming skin was the same all over his body. You hovered over him, more than delighted to have him open, bare, and all to yourself.

However, you knew it wouldn’t be the same for Jervis if he remained as tense as he was. You knew this was a new experience for him, you would have to pace yourself, despite how much you desired to bring him to ecstasy.

“Jervis…sweetheart…I need you to breathe.” You gently laid your equally bare body on top of his. You brought one of your hands up to the back of his head. You began to soothingly comb your hand through his bright blonde hair.

He managed to regain a healthy breathing rhythm and your felt the rest of his limbs begin to relax. You smiled softly at him before you leaned your face closer to his.

Jervis began softly chortling as you left sweet small pecks all along his face. You kissed his forehead, his temple, his cheeks, his nose, and even along under his jaw. After your affectionate assault on his face, you came back to the center and finally gave him a proper kiss on the lips.

You playfully licked along Jervis’ lower lip, causing Jervis to slightly gasp before allowing your tongue access. The way his moan vibrated against your lips and sounded so sweet to your ears…it had no right to make you so excited of what noises he’d make next.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from the kiss to continue your trail of kisses along his exposed skin. Down his jaw, along his collarbone, down the middle of his chest. Occasionally you heard Jervis gasp at a certain sensitive area of skin, but his breathing was still fairly normal.

You teasingly tickled him a bit as you hummed along the skin you kissed. The skin of his torso forming small gooseflesh as if leaving a trail of your kissing trek. As you were tailing down his body, your hand was slowly working up his legs towards your groin.

When your lips got to the more chubbier areas of his stomach, you began littering the skin with kisses. You glanced up, elated at your handiwork so far. Your lips were practically numb from all the kisses, but you didn’t care.

“You look absolutely gorgeous like this beloved, I hope you feel that way too…it is how you make me feel every day.” You whispered softly.

Jervis wanted to try and respond somehow, to assure you he felt more than just gorgeous but your fingers slightly ghosting over his cock brought any words to a halt.

You sit back on your haunches for a minute as you began to slowly stroke his hard member that was already a bright almost irritated red. Jervis’ breathing started to become ragged at this point. You leaned back down towards his face as you slowly began quickening the pace of your strokes.

You crashed your lips into his once more, adamantly searching for access back into the warm wet cavern of his mouth. His moans strongly hummed into your lips as you began to tighten your grip as well, especially around his head as you stroked up and down. Once again, you pull back to look into his blue eyes you loved.

“You are doing so well, darling…so pretty like this…” You began slowly moving your head back down his body. Every now and then kissing or softly nibbling at his body. Jervis once again tried to respond, but all that came out was gasps and moans.

Once your lips were in front of his cock, you gently licked along it. You licked along the opening of his head and collected the bit of cum that gathered there. When you felt he was ready, you finally began lowering your head on his dick.

You felt his body and legs slightly twitch at the warm and tight sensation of your mouth on him. Especially as you continued to take him further, trying to encompass his dick with your mouth. When you both got comfortable with the new position, you steadfastly began picking up the pace from where your hand left off.

The sounds Jervis was making were nothing short of delectable. Every pitiful moan, gentle grunt, darling whimper, and they were all yours. All for you. How is it that despite worshipping him you still found yourself extremely pleased?

You adored him, that’s why. You loved him just as much as he did you. You completed and complimented each other like tea cups to their matching saucers.

You jumped slightly at the pressure at the back of your head, only to realize it was Jervis’ hand. He softly gripped your scalp as you tightened your lips around him as you dragged your lips back up to his head. The way he was still being gentle but was clearly enjoying himself freely, made you more excited below your waist. You moaned around his member causing him to cry out beautifully.

“D-Darling…oh…oh darling…I-I…mmhmm.” You tightened your lips once again. “This-is-is…amazing…aahh-” Your hand went down and began rolling his testicles between your fingers and thumb, every now and then squeezing them.

His legs began twitching slightly and you stole a glance up at him to see him toss his head back. You quickened your pace. You bounced your head along his cock as you tightened your lips and sucked harder on his cock.

The knuckles on Jervis’ hand that held your head turned white as he gripped tighter as a wave of euphoria overcame him. He hissed just before groaning in bliss as his nerves were lightened up with tingling, pleasurable electricity.

Meanwhile, you happily gulped and sucked every drop of his fluids like it was your last glass of water. If not for Jervis’ lightly patting your head, you would likely have still warmed his cock in your mouth. You wiped some drool, likely mixed with his cum along your arm before slowly crawling up beside him.

As you laid down beside him, you opened your side to him, inviting him to rest his head on your chest for a change. Jervis gladly accepts, wasting no time to nestle his head in the crook of your shoulder and neck. The tip of his nose occasionally tickling the side of your neck.

You kissed the top of his bright hair, before snuggling your face into the thick of it. “I hope I was able to show you just an inkling of how you make me feel.” You whispered softly, almost worried to break the serenity of the moment.

You felt Jervis huff bemused. “Oh, you did, beloved. I always felt like the luckiest man alive to have you for my own…but now I know for sure that I am.” He leaned his head up for a second to look into your eyes. Jervis leaned in and you happily returned the gentle kiss, before blissfully drifting off to sleep.

#ri writes #btas mad hatter x reader #btas jervis tetch x reader #batman the animated series mad hatter x reader #batman the animated series jervis tetch x reader #btas mad hatter x reader smut #btas jervis tetch x reader smut

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imaginespazzi · 2 months

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Hi bestie 🥰

Sorry it took me a lil while to check in but I wanted to make sure I formed some sensical thoughts after reading part 1! Although, this might actually all be non-sensical because I’m still reeling from it all and I’m nowhere near as articulate but anyway, here goes (side note: am I listening to if the world was ending while writing this? you bet I am):

WOW WOW WOW, the beginning? My heart broke immediately and as the biggest angst fiend, I was like oh- this- this is gonna be immaculate I already know.

And of course it was. OF COURSE IT WAS.

The photos of them on the wall?? And Paige’s realisation of how much she fucked up cos Azzi never once let go even though Paige ignored her for a WHOLE FUCKING YEAR!!!

The flashback to when Azzi broke the UCLA news to Paige; yeah you ATE that. I know you said you might take inspiration from my suggestion and that’s pretty much how it played out in my mind, only your version was a hundred thousand times better- like the talent is just unmatched.

Paige’s first reaction being “BUT YOU NAMED YOUR DOG STEWIE!!!!” Is so fucking real lmao, I laughed and cried.

Nika standing ten toes down for her twin always, I respect it.

And Jealous Paige? Yeah my favourite trope fr ✊ (also the fact that she already got jealous of carol of all ppl?? lmao, i can't even imagine how she'd react to seeing Azzi with someone that's actually into her 😭)

And then the ending?? You’re sick for that cos see now that’s all I’ll be thinking about until we get the next part (making your fics my roman empire? it’s only fair)

Thoughts on what might come next (which you should totally ignore if it's not what you have in mind bcos again, your brain >>> my pea-sized brain):

Imma need Paige to suffer a lot bit LMAO, like sorry to her but girlie deserves to pay for freezing out princess FOR A YEAR.

Like I know that’s the love of your life Azzi babygirl, but you better make blondie work. beg. grovel.

I also feel like Azzi’s teammates wouldn’t be so accepting of Paige straight away? They’d be super protective of Azzi cos like that’s pookie, who wouldn’t be?? And they were the ones who witnessed just how much she was hurting during her freshman year and how often she waited for a call that never came, so yeah Paige really gonna have to prove herself 😌

Anyhooo, to sum it up, you outdid yourself and then some bestie. Your stories genuinely give me the best escape from reality and I cannot express how thankful I am for you taking the time and effort to write masterpieces like that for us.

Oh finally, the tagline for the story being "everything changes, except the ending" - pure genius, in my humble opinion.

Until next time 💗

-🙋‍♀️ (I’ve decided to fully stick to this as my signature)

Hi bestieeee, I'm so, so, so, glad you liked it. Like I wanted everyone to like it of course, but you especially, it's very important to me that you like it.

Bestie, you helped so much with how Azzi would reveal it/Paige's reaction, like so much of that is your brain work, I just put it into words and I'm glad it turned out how you imagined it.

Lmao I wanted Paige's initial reaction to be so random and I was like WAIT, how is she going to bring a dog named Stewie to UCLA (again more proof that it was always gonna be UConn for her).

Jealous Paige is my favorite version of Paige because it's a) really fun to write and b) really hot to imagine. And it's only going to get worse for her.

Nika needs to be team Paige because I fear Azzi's teammates are about to be menaces to her and not in a good way.

I was actually gonna end it with Azzi running out and then have none of the stuff outside but I think it was important for them to have that conversation and I wanted them to kiss teehee

My current (loose) summary for the next part in terms of plot is "Azzi goes on a date and Paige goes insane" so trust bestie, blondie will in fact suffer. 😈

Always so happy to see you babe, come back with more suggestions or just to ki-ki whenever. 💗💗💗

#ask #fic talk #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3

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badstargateimagines · 1 year

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I don’t know if you take requests for anything but I loved your post of the skincare/makeup products the Stargate characters would use and I need to know….what perfume/cologne do you think they would wear? Or types of scents that they’d be into? (Btw love your imagines)

Yay!!! I’m so glad you like my stuff!! Also yessss I do take requests and I would love an excuse to talk about fragrance! My credentials are I worked at Sephora for a year and a half and I spent a lot of time on the frag wall huffing every single bottle. As a general thing I’m very obsessed w genderless, warm spicy scents so that will be reflected in this post.

Jack: By The Fireplace by Replica was my gut reflex for Jack as soon as I saw this ask. I think he’d really love the woody notes and I think he’d also like it because he has the vibes of someone who smells like a campfire in general. A quick side note, I don’t think he’d wear fragrance too much and I think Normally he would smell like Gillette shaving cream. Also heads up, Replica will be over represented on this list because I love all their frags

Sam: not a perfume by Juliette has a gun. One of my personal favourite frags bc it has no base scent really it j mixes w ur body’s natural PH. I think she’d like it because it’s entirely unique to her and also because the brand name Juliette has a gun totally speaks to her

Daniel: Either Jazz Club or Coffee Break both by replica. I really think he’d go for a heavy musky scent as frags like that tend to be both timeless and classy. I think he’s definitely the type to consider names when he buys frags too, so these town seem perfect for him. Also as I’m writing this I am HUFFING Jazz Club like I’m fucking Jeremy Fragrance.

Teal’c: I desperately want him to smell like Carbon by Prada. I think he’d be super into the earthy scents but not the warm earthy. Just a nice cool kind of scent but still heavy. Overall, idk if Teal’c would be 100% into frags but this is my vision.

Janet: Chanel #5 100%. I think Janet would in general go for a light, barely there scent. It’s for that reason that I think she’d go for an eau de toilette as opposed to a full on perfume bc I think she would want it to wear off a bit quicker than normal in case she gets called into work (I’d imagine the infirmary is a scent free environment)

Jonas: THIS MAN HAS 1 MILLION FOR THE MEME!!!! I don’t think he cares about notes or anything I genuinely think that he saw a bar of gold on the Jeremy Fragrance “SEXY SWEET YUMMY” clip and just added it to cart lmao

Vala: when I first saw this ask I had so many ideas for vala that I think she would just be a fragrance addict. Like obviously Black Opium crossed my mind bc I do really think she’d like a heavier scent BUT I also thought about Miss Dior for a bit of a softer more floral moment. Then, I immediately was brought to Burberry Her for a more fruity floral. And, obviously, because she’s Vala, she would 1000% have a vast collection of Victoria’s Secret body sprays. Anyway I think she would have YSL Black Opium as her signature scent but she would be at Sephora every other weekend trying out a new roller ball.

Cam: Dior Sauvage enjoyer and not because he likes it but because it’s what he was told he should like. If I were to pick a fragrance for him, I would stay away from the warmer scents and actually go for something a bit lighter and fresher. I would probably steer him towards Gentleman by Givenchy bc I really think of him as more of a fresh and clean kind of guy as opposed to such a heavy and smell-him-before-you-see-him Sauvage type of guy. Idk I think Cam would walk into my Sephora I would also guide him to Sailing Day by Replica for that fresh goodness.

General Hammond: Tom Ford Noir Extreme. Not only can he afford it but I think he’d really like Tom Ford as a brand. General Hammond seems like he’d go for more earthy and woody scents that can air on the side of overwhelming. Also he seems like he’d like sandalwood but not know it’s called sandalwood. Unrelated I think he’d be a really good client at Sephora and we’d all love helping him. He would have a beauty insider account so he can get points for his grand daughters.

Apophis: Dior Sauvage (Derogatory). Look, to my core I am a hater towards this frag. Everything about it gives me the ick. I knew what Sauvage clients were like in the store and I knew men who wore Sauvage everyday. They were both unpleasant groups of people who bought it because Johnny Depp was the face of the line. Obviously this is a perfect pick for Apophis.

#stargate #stargate sg1 #sg1 #bad stargate imagines #daniel jackson #jack o’neill #teal'c #sam carter #jonas quinn #vala mal doran #cam mitchell #general hammond #janet fraiser #badstargatereplies

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Horacio Carrillo & OC Diego Ramírez

Inspired by Day 12 of the August Prompts: island

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: angsty tension and goodness

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Firstly, this is a metaphorical application of today’s prompt lol. Secondly, this is a very OC-centered fic and I totally get if that’s not your bag but I feel like I’ve just got so much I want to do with Diego as a character and I’m finally getting around to doing it. This is one of a million little AUs for him. (Like an AU of Pressing Matters for anyone interested lol). Thirdly, this is a one-shot for now but I feel like it’s gonna become a series lmao. Also this is dedicated to @ashlingnarcos because no one gets Diego quite like she does. Big loves to you 💖

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There were a million reasons why people in his line of work constantly felt like they were being watched. It was a self-preservation thing first and foremost—operating under that assumption was the way that a lot of them stopped themselves from fucking up, making moves that could not only impact themselves but all the others that they worked with as well. It wasn’t always paranoia, though. Sometimes the tactic wasn’t a tactic, it was the reality of the situation. The men that they were all after had eyes and ears everywhere. More likely than not, wherever they went on the streets of Medellín, someone was listening in or watching.

The feeling of being watched on-base was new, though. And Diego could’ve, quite frankly, gone his whole career without knowing the feeling.

It was such a swift downfall for someone who hadn’t done anything wrong. Not too long ago, he was a bit of a golden boy. Ask any of the officers, and more often than not, they’d have good things to say about him. Not just his work, mind you, but about him. He was a likeable kid. Or, at least, he was, before he ended up with his boss’s ex. Now, he had become a bit of a pariah despite the fact that the quality of his work hadn’t ever wavered.

He’d stuck it out for a while, hoping that the drama and the apparent scandal of it all would blow over. He didn’t know how it got so out of hand, because there wasn’t even a scandal to begin with. But somewhere along the lines of the very unreliable game of telephone that the CNP officers and their wives all played, the details got muddied. And, of course, he was the only one who ever tried to rectify the situation. He was a good man, but he was severely out-numbered. His pride was telling him to push on, to ignore it all because he wasn’t the one in the wrong. But that tiny little voice of self-preservation in the back of his head told him that maybe putting some distance between himself and all of the officers that he had come to know and trust over the years might be the smartest play long-term. It would read horribly, he knew that. He knew the second he submitted his papers it was going to be read as an admission of guilt, an act of cowardice. But at least he wouldn’t have to be around every day and be subjected to it. A new location with fewer prying eyes sounded like heaven at this point.

What that meant, though, was having to knock on the colonel’s office door and have the conversation about him transferring. He knew that Carrillo would be glad to see him go, for a multitude of reasons at this point, but Diego wasn’t necessarily looking forward to the talk that would get him to the end-goal that he had in mind. He wished that he could just stamp Carrillo’s signature on the paperwork and be done with it, but it wasn’t that simple. And, even if it was, Carrillo wouldn’t have let it be. He was going to want his pound of flesh.

Diego stood outside the colonel’s office door, manila folder full of the necessary paperwork clutched tightly in his hand. He thought about it for a moment, second-guessed the move. The Search Bloc was his whole world these last couple of years. Right out academy and into the thick of it all with hardly a beat in between. Putting it on hold indefinitely, perhaps giving it up altogether, felt like he was breaking off a relationship. Which he promptly reminded himself was not the best simile for the situation given the circumstances.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to knock. Life was difficult enough as an officer. If he could ease the extra tensions by not being the epicenter of the talks around Carlos Holguín, he should take the opportunity.

“Come in,” his tone was neutral, which led Diego to believe that he hadn’t seen him walking up to the door.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped just beyond its threshold. He nodded, “Colonel Carrillo.”

His eyes snapped up from the papers he had previously been looking at, his tightly clenched jaw the only signal to the feelings he harbored towards the officer in front of him, “Ramírez.”

“I need a minute,” he knew that asking would give Carrillo the opportunity to dismiss him, an opportunity the man would gladly take, so he didn’t ask.

Setting his pen down with a surprising amount of care, he nodded and gestured to the chair across from his desk, “A minute, then.”

Diego shut the door behind him, not wanting everyone else to hear what the two of them were discussing. He knew that they had watched him walk over to the door, stared as they all waited to see if Carrillo was going to grant him entrance. Not that the man really had much of a choice, but it was like primetime television happening live on the base. Sure, Escobar and his sicarios were running rampant through the streets, but that wasn’t quite like the immediate drama of two men that they knew personally, that they liked and respected (or at least used to) being locked in this strange stalemate. Diego often wondered if they all knew that the attention they paid to it only served to make matters a whole lot worse. He wondered if they cared.

He sat down across from the colonel, resting the folder atop his legs as he tried to make sure his eye contact with the man didn’t waver. He never used to be afraid of Carrillo. Respected him, absolutely. He knew the man was capable of some intensely alarming things, the epitome of the ends justifying the means, and part of him admired that even if he didn’t necessarily agree with it all of the time. But now, as he sat there knowing that the future of his career rested in the hands of this man who would most definitely be holding a grudge until the way one of them dropped dead, and probably even after that, he was trying not to let his nerves get the best of him.

Carrillo leaned back in his seat, motioning for Diego to say whatever it was that he came there to say, “Yes?”

Diego fought the urge to toy with the edges of the folder in his lap, “I think I should transfer out of Search Bloc,” he was impressed with himself at how certain he sounded.

Carrillo faltered for half of a second, eyebrows lifting lightly before he recovered and took back on his typical, neutrally annoyed expression, “I think you’re right.”

Diego visibly cringed, like he had actually just taken a punch to the stomach from the man sitting across from him. He knew that Carrillo most likely wasn’t going to put up any big fight about it, but the immediate agreement was as close to enthusiasm as the colonel ever showed. All the hours, all the blood and sweat and lost hours of sleep that Diego had put in to try and keep Colombia safe, to keep Carrillo safe. And this was going to be his sendoff. It made his stomach sink.

Trying to recover, he set the folder on Carrillo’s desk, sliding it across to him, “I signed everything. Just needs your signatures.”

He flipped the folder open, leaning forward again to get a better look at the papers in front of him. He leafed through them, a trace of confusion creasing his brows. Looking across the desk to Diego, he said, “You didn’t put in a preference for where you’re being transferred to.”

“I don’t have one,” Diego said honestly, “I just know that…this…isn’t conducive to anything anymore.”

Carrillo nodded, eyes already back on the papers in front of him, “Right. I’ll fill these out, make some calls,” he glanced over to Diego for all of a moment, “I suggest you gather your things, Officer.”

He sucked in a slow, unsteady breath, not really sure what he was supposed to say. His gut reaction was to say something along the lines of thank you, but that didn’t feel right. If the circumstances were different, maybe, but they weren’t. He rose from his chair, “When should I hear—”

“By end of day,” Carrillo didn’t even allow him to finish the question as he picked up his pen and began to fill out the blanks on the papers in front of him.

Diego nodded, not that Carrillo was looking. He felt like he should be saying something, but what was there for him to say? Be almost wanted to apologize, but for what? There was nothing for him to be sorry about, despite how everyone had been trying to make it seem. Even if he was sorry, it wasn’t like Carrillo would want to hear about it. So instead of trying to string together words that Carrillo wouldn’t care to hear, he did what the man had been waiting for him to do for months now, and he walked out of the office, shutting the door behind him when he left.

He tried and failed to ignore the stares. For the newer officers, it was more just out of curiosity—they had no skin in the game, didn’t know the history of it all, just heard the rumors. Diego found that to be more infuriating than anything, that the newbies felt however they felt about him because of things that they weren’t around for, because of people that they didn’t even know. The more senior officers at least had a personal stake with Carrillo, with all of it. So it was frustrating, and hurtful to a point, but Diego could at least try to justify and compartmentalize it. It didn’t help with the intense feeling of isolation, though. He wondered if anything would.

He was heading towards the door of the base, intent on heading to the barracks to follow Carrillo’s suggestion of packing all of his things. He didn’t have much to pack, it wouldn’t take long, but he needed to be out of the four walls he was currently trapped inside.

He was just about to reach the main hall, the door that would free him was in sight. But he was stopped in his tracks by a body blocking his way. Diego had made such a point over the passing weeks to not really look at people, so it took him a moment to stop and realize who it was that was standing in front of him.

The knot in his gut tightened, but he still nodded respectfully, “Trujillo.”

He didn’t return the gesture, “Ramírez.”

The two of them hadn’t been all that close to begin with. They got along well enough, both of them pretty adept at soccer when they played with the other officers in the rare downtime that they had. Diego recognized that Trujillo was a good officer, and vice versa, even if they hadn’t ever really become friends. Now, though, the cold shoulder that he got from Trujillo was enough to inspire frostbite. There was no one else on the base who had the colonel’s back quite like him, and Diego had the unfortunate luck of realizing that that support extended beyond just their professional lives. He’d made enemies out of two men with one decision.

Diego didn’t want to just rudely slide by. Well, he did want to, but he wouldn’t. Raising his eyebrows, he asked, “Something I can do for you, Officer Trujillo?”

The man shook his head, “No.”

There was a beat of the two of them both standing, staring at each other, waiting for the other to say or do something to escalate the situation. Diego wasn’t going to bite, though, especially not on his way out. He was leaving on a sour enough note as it was, he wasn’t going to make matters worse by getting into it with Carrillo’s right hand. So, he stood, and he waited.

After what felt like the longest ten seconds of Diego’s life, Trujillo finally stepped to the side and allowed Diego to pass him. He felt like he was in high school all over again, like he should be preparing for Trujillo to trip him as he walked past. He didn’t, of course, but if it wouldn’t have been so wildly unprofessional to do so, he was sure that the officer might have.

It was tempting to break into a run down the hall to leave, but he refrained. It was the fastest he’d ever walked, though. Pushing the door open with more force than he ever had before, he sucked in a deep breath as he stepped outside. He was hit with a wave of heat, the air heavy, but it still felt more breathable than what he had just been suffocating in.

Taking off down the steps, he made his way towards the barracks to get his things. Perhaps packing was a bit of a generous term for what he was doing. It was more just gathering up the few items in his locker, the couple of stray things in the bunk that was his designated space on nights that he wasn’t able to make it home. It wasn’t much. As he began to arrange everything in his couple of bags, he thought about a joking comment his grandfather always used to throw around when things were a bit anticlimactic, “Well, if that’s not a sad end to a mediocre career.” Diego never really understood the full weight of it, but now a sad chuckle escaped him as he stuffed a stray t-shirt into his bag. He didn’t consider himself or his work to be mediocre by any means, but he was very aware of the fact that he could’ve done more, should’ve been able to do more. But life got in the way.

When he was done, he scanned the tiny room for anything that he might’ve missed. There wasn’t much there to start with for him to forget. He sat down on the small bed situated in the corner of the room, the flimsy mattress just as unforgiving as it had ever been. He wanted to just leave and head home, but he knew that he needed to hang around at least until he got his new location. No one was going to be giving him anything to do in the meantime, though, which was going to make for a very boring and tense few hours of waiting.

He was finally bringing all of his things out to his car. He tossed the duffle bag into the back seat first, followed up by him slipping his backpack from his shoulders and putting that on the seat as well. Shutting the door, he locked the car and made his way back towards the main building of the base.

He was about to cross the floor and head back to Carrillo’s office. He had the feeling that regardless of whatever else was on the man’s plate for the day, transferring him out of Search Bloc was quickly bumped to the top of his priority list. It’d been a couple hours, and Diego was fairly certain that that was more than enough time for Carrillo to decide his fate and file the necessary paperwork for it. He was honest when he said that he didn’t have a preference, not that he thought that Carrillo would grant him his preference even if he did have one. But now he was definitely wondering where Carrillo was planning on sending him.

He didn’t even make it halfway to the office door before the colonel appeared in front of him. The man’s face didn’t give much away, as per usual. He handed the folder back to Diego, but he could tell from the difference in weight of it that he had already sent off whatever paperwork was necessary.

“You’re all set,” Carrillo said as Diego took the folder from him.

He fought the urge to ask, fought the urge to flip open the folder and see what Carrillo had decided was a good fate for him, or a fitting fate might be a better descriptor. Instead, he nodded, “Thank you,” he knew that it was probably too late to be worried about burning the bridge, but he still said, “And thank you for my time here, Colonel. I learned a lot.”

Carrillo folded his arms over his chest, looking Diego up and down as he tried to figure out what he wanted his response to that statement to be, “Let’s hope so.”

That’s the last thing that either of them said to each other. Carrillo turned and headed back towards his office, and Diego couldn’t be certain but he thought he saw something cross the man’s face, some type of emotion, but he couldn’t be sure. It also didn’t feel likely. Taking a deep breath, he flipped open the folder to see where Carrillo was designating him.

The address looked familiar. He kept looking through to find the team that he would be working with. He was expecting to see the names of officers that he was relatively familiar with. After all, being based out of Carlos Holguín for the last few years had given him a leg-up in terms of knowing all the new recruits. Even if he didn’t get to know them all, he saw most of them in passing and had brief conversations with them. Some of them he hadn’t seen since their training ended and they got their more permanent locations, others filtered back in and out every now and then.

But he didn’t see any of those names. The names he saw he recognized, because how could he not. But they weren’t officers. They weren’t people that he saw himself having to report to or work closely with in much of any capacity. There was always a few layers of separation between him and them. Carrillo being one of those layers. He didn’t know what it said that Carrillo took the opportunity of Diego leaving Search Bloc to group him directly with Javier Peña and Steve Murphy, but Diego was definitely on edge about the information.

He hadn’t had a lot of direct interaction with the two DEA agents. Most of that was handled by Carrillo and Trujillo. There was a history of some sort already built there, and Diego was very aware of how that was going to impact the way he was received by his new team. Any relief he’d felt about transferring out immediately dissipated as he closed the folder and started to head back for the door. If he’d felt alone before, on the base that he knew like the back of his hand, he knew that from here on out that feeling was only going to intensify. It was difficult feeling isolated in a sea of officers on base, but to be the only one on the team that he was getting pushed into, that was an entirely different breed of being alone, and with two men who most likely wouldn’t like or trust him very much at that.

He sat down in the driver’s seat of his car, tossing the folder over into the passenger seat. With a sigh, he braced his folded arms against the steering wheel and rested his forehead against them. He shut his eyes for a few moments, trying to get all of his thoughts and feelings in check before attempting to drive off. A large part of him just wanted to go home, but he knew that if he did, he’d never get back out. So instead, he put the key in the ignition. He put the car in drive, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment like he was really weighing out the options before finally letting off the brake and heading off for whatever was next.

#narcos #narcos netflix #horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo fanfiction #narcos netflix fanfiction #narcos fanfiction #august prompts #oc diego ramirez #oc diego #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc #tagging out

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imperaptorfuriosa · 2 years

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just saw your tag about the transgenderism of schwarzneggar films and now i need to know more

omg omg thank you for asking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i previously talked about my thesis that 80s action hero democratizes/deconstructs masculinity in this post, but when talking about arnold schwarzenegger, there's a few specific points i like to dig into >:)

arnold got famous in the body builder community first. he had already won mr olympia seven times before his big break in the documentary pumping iron (1977). while he first appeared in hercules in new york (1970), his voice was totally dubbed and he was credited as “arnold strong.” they needed him for his body, but his identity was obscured because he was seen as too foreign. his first successful acting role (and the only one he won an award for) was as a body builder in stay hungry (1976).

throughout his work in the 80s (conan, terminator, commando, predator), his body is constantly on display. multiple shots of his muscles/arms/body are often shown before his face. his heroism, and identity as a star, are inherently tied to his body, which he famously built with his own hands. terminator doubles down on this idea by 1) introducing him totally in the nude and 2) having him play a literal construction aka robot.

to get back on track: all this means that, in theory, anyone could build themselves into a hero, a myth, a leading man. these films argue that your own mythic gender can be self-made.

older images of heroism/masculinity (presented by john wayne, jimmy stewart, james cagney etc etc) always seemed to be something special that the man was born with. maybe he learned his way on the streets, or was taught how to shoot, but his heroism came from within. 80s arnold says: fuck that. make your own body and your own myth and your own masculinity.

also, the majority of arnold's movies at this point dont have much in the way of love interests. there's no heteronormative romance arc to re-establish that he's a man BECUASE he fucks women. all the focus is placed on his gender expression. (commando specifically is one of those action movies (like top gun) that is super homoerotic lmao)

((predator also get a special shout-out because its the movie where arnold plays a final boy :) other people have written much more extensively about the queerness of final boys, so ill just say that predator is about a guy who is broken down to the point of being almost an animal. there is nothing left but what he can make with his hands. his body is his only tool and he is in complete control of it. he even literally dictates who gets to see it once he realizes that the predator’s sight is informed by heat signatures/body heat))

by the 90s, when people got tired of "toxic” action heroes, there was this switch to less overtly "hard" men, with less muscle and more romantic/familial desires. this is the era of kindergarten cop, twins, jingle all the way, batman & robin, last action hero, AND JUNIOR.

for anyone who doesnt know, junior (1994), is about a couple of fertility scientists (arnold and danny devito) who decided to secretly go ahead with human testing when the fda says they cant. long story short, its a movie about arnold having a baby. while certainly of its era and by no means perfect, junior is one of the only examples of a mainstream hollywood movie positively depicting male pregnancy. a bit like sleepaway camp, the story treats the characters with such sympathy that the transphobic idea (a comedy about how "crazy" it would be for a man to have a baby) loops back around to being actually really cathartic and comforting.

terminator 2: judgement day (1991), is another touch-stone of arnold transgenderism for me because it completely swaps the roles of the final girl (sarah connor as played by linda hamilton <3) and the hard-bodied action man (arnold). we see sarah’s sweaty, muscular body before her face, just like we did so many times before with arnold. the terminator becomes a father figure, playing with john connor and learning how to experience human emotions, while sarah is reloading machine guns and looking badass and trying to murder people for the sake of “the greater good.” its a complete reversal of the archetypes, which is fun already, but it also proves that the argument made in the 80s (anyone can become Action Man) is true. sarah worked hard and now she is the action hero instead of arnold. the gender of her role in the movie has totally changed.

i could go on, but that’s the gist of it! arnold’s post-governor films haven’t read as transgender as he early work (for me anyway), but it has been a while since i really properly studied his work so i might have more to say about them someday.

and literally anytime anyone anywhere wants to talk about this stuff, or to see me shoot my transgender beam at a specific action movie, dont hesitate to reach out!!!!! i mean it!!!

#it is LATE where i am lmao so im not gonna really check for typos #sorry lmao!!#ruth talks #ask #arnold #masc project

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cherrygorilla · 2 years

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Carrie’s Basic Info

Whilst I try to get back into the swing of writing TMM after my holiday, I thought I’d put together a little mash-up of some of the character posts you’ve done for your characters, Danelle, but with the only OC of mine that has any real development: Carrie! So hopefully you have fun learning a little more about her!

I couldn’t really find any actresses that I feel totally match how I picture her to be, but I loved that post you did where you put all the different actors for your characters together for each decade, so I gathered together 4 throughout the ages that at least somewhat fit her.

So, going from left to right, for current times we have Florence Pugh (which I never really thought about until I saw her in the Don’t Worry Darling trailer, and then as soon as I saw her with that beehive hairstyle it all clicked lmao), for the 60s we have Jane Fonda (I mean come on, that hair is perfect for Carrie lol), for the 90s we have Sharon Stone (she has Carrie’s little smirk there down to a tee) and for the 80s we have Kelly Preston (I know I’m basing a lot of these on hair alone, but that permed hairstyle she had in the 80s has Carrie written all over it lmao - she would have really thrived in the 80s).

Alright, now onto the actual information bit, which is pretty much just her answers to the prompts from the ‘basic info’ posts you put together for your characters. But if there’s anything I’ve missed out that you’d like to know then just let me know and I can add it in!

Name: Caroline Samantha Cole

Nickname(s): Carrie (duh), Coral (only by the surfers), Squidge (only by her dad - he loved calling her and Tanner silly things when they were little - she was Squidge because of her squishy little face, and he was, and still is, Pebbles, thanks to a long-term habit of stuffing his pockets with them any time he went to the beach), Rolie (only by her grandpa - clearly the silly nickname thing is genetic, but at least it’s part of her name), Carrie-oke/Coleslaw (Ethan - had to throw him in here too, because nicknames are kind of his speciality lol)

Age: 20

Birthday: May 20th

Zodiac: Taurus

Birthstone: Emerald

Nationality: American, Hawaiian (just from her grandma on her dad's side though)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: Bayfront Health, St Petersburg, Florida

Current Residence: Bahia Shores, St Pete Beach, Florida

Occupation: Actress

Schooling: Went to public school up until the middle-end of her sophomore year but then had to leave when she booked her first TV movie. She tried to go back once filming wrapped, but she got signed up to be in a new TV show pretty soon after and had to drop out fully. From then on she just did her schooling on set with her co-stars and, although she eventually graduated, she never got a proper ceremony or a prom or anything, which she’s still low-key kind of bummed about. At least she can live vicariously through the characters she plays though!

Talents/Skills: Singing, dancing, acting, cooking, doing her makeup, talking shit & managing her curly hair

Birth order: Oldest (by seventeen, precious minutes)

Sibling: Thomas "Tanner" Lewis Cole (her twin)

Parents: Brett Kanoa Cole and Martha Louise Cole

Signature:

Autograph:

Height: 5' 6'' or 168cm

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: A dark, golden-y blonde

Glasses or contact lenses? None. But the same may not be able to be said for her in TMM…

Distinguishing features: Her huge mane of curly hair; freckles across her nose and cheeks; a rather infectious, megawatt smile; a pretty bold, expressive fashion sense; a tattoo of doodled musical notes on the side of her ribcage; some stretch marks around her hips/butt area that she's super self-conscious about; and two moles right next to each other on her inner arm that Miles draws a little smile under at every opportunity he gets

Mannerisms: Talks with her hands a lot, has pretty intense facial expressions (useful for acting, not so useful when she's trying to not come across as a total drama queen), hums to fill the silence; checks her appearance pretty much every time she notices her reflection (some people blame her vanity, she blames her industry-fuelled insecurity)

Health: Nothing really, she just gets really bad period cramps.

Hobbies: Singing, surfing (now that her managers aren't restricting her time at the beach), cooking, sewing (her mom is trying to teach her, but she doesn't really have the patience, or free time, for it), shopping, and learning lines (yes, she considers it a hobby lol)

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How strongly she feels all her emotions/how deeply things affect her - it's draining to live on such an emotional rollercoaster

Greatest flaw (in reality): Her obsession with her image and how the world sees her, especially when she lets it cloud her better judgement (besides her fiery temper, jealous streak and raging narcissism, of course)

Best quality (in their opinion): Apart from the talent she built her career around, probably her loyalty - she's very much ride or die for those that she really cares about, which is something she values in others, so naturally she thinks it’s her best quality too

Best quality (in reality): Whilst she sees it as a flaw, her deep connection with her emotions is actually one of her best qualities - she's so passionate about her relationships (both romantic and friendly/familial) that she puts her whole heart and soul into everything she does for them; and will often go out of her way just to show them how much she cares. Plus it's super useful for her job; after all, it's what makes her such a good actress.

Biggest fear: Failure. Failure in her career. Failure in her relationships. She just hates the idea of disappointing people. That's why she's so dedicated to her work; she's scared of doing a bad job and ruining her reputation. She's scared of letting her parents down after all the money they funnelled into her dance classes and singing lessons. She's scared of destroying her relationship with Miles because she keeps failing to fit in with his family. She doesn't want kids because she's scared that she'll fail as a mother since she's got such a demanding job. But then she's scared that she'll be failing Miles because he's such a family-oriented guy and she won't be giving him a family of his own. I could go on and on lmao. But yeah, as the ego-centric, go-getter she is, failure is definitely her biggest, and deepest fear. Needles and spiders are probably the answers she'd jump to first though ngl.

Favourite ice cream: In her world, cookie dough. But when she went to Mick's world and discovered salted caramel it was a total gamechanger.

Favourite colour: Actual colour-wise, like an aqua blue. But failing that, gold…or anything glittery, tbh.

Favourite number(s): 1…duh! Or 20 because it's her birthday date.

Favourite movies: Her go-tos are Gentlemen Prefer Blondes or Mamma Mia (depending on the century/universe she’s in lol). But the real answer, that she would rather die than admit 90% of the time, is the 1950s Disney Cinderella cartoon. It’s been her favourite ever since she was a little girl - it’s just the most beautifully magical love story in her eyes; nothing else compares. Plus, she’s always been a dreamy, Disney Princess girly at heart - under all the bravado and occasional bitchiness. But if she ever gives up that information, you know for a fact it’s not by free-will - and whilst the select few that do know think it’s adorable, they do dish out their fair share of lovable teasing.

Favourite songs: She's such a music-oriented person that this was super hard, but I'll narrow it down to just a few… It's All Coming Back to Me Now by Celine Dion (to belt in the shower); About Damn Time by Lizzo (to dance around in her underwear to); Lucky by Britney Spears (because she feels like she can relate); Tonight from West Side Story (a song from her time she just thinks is beautiful) and I’m The Greatest Star from Funny Girl (her favourite song to perform since it’s so good at inflating her ego)

A place they want to visit: Paris, partly for the shopping, but mostly for the food. It does help that Miles is desperate to go there too though…

#this was so fun to do omg #like i said let me know if i've missed anything you want to know #and let me know if there are any other characters you want me to do this for #i don't really have any other major ocs but you never know haha #carrie

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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c4x7 cops & robbers

castle: bored af Tho I like how he's with his mom at the bank not for co-signing or anything but just for... moral support?

MR: Richard, I’m a business woman now. I do not want your money, I do not want your signature, thank you very much. It’s the principle. Dp: No, Ms. Rogers, it’s the interest. RC: And I’ve just lost mine. Excuse me.

I'm watching this after covid, it didn't seem out of the ordinary At All to see ppl with masks. RC, seeing sussy stuff: Hm. I think this bank is about to be robbed. *robbery starts* RC: It’s not my imagination. It’s definitely not my imagination. I love how he Just Happens to be on the phone with the cops when this is going down lol. She's able to just call it over to her homicide team

Ok so I know This Guy & he just nods at castle's shh motion. Makes sense For Now. Castle should really put the phone in his bra or smth so he can have it still recording w/o needing to have it up to his ear obviously. If it was in his bra (which he totally has) he could still describe the scene (which is smart of him) Manager just has it on his neck? Make that four. "You a cop? (to Castle) You called a cop?" "No. I-- We were already on the line when you guys came in."

British sounding accent huh Love the different doctor names. My first thought was healthcare was so bad in the usa that they needed to rob a bank. How did he open the door I thought he locked it? He DID lock it the thing is right there! I guess it has some wiggle room. You know, come to think of it, those doors look lik ethey are made of glass. Strong structured & thick, but still. A heavy object a couple times... Love a good hostage situation. We've all seen Die Hard we know how this goes.

Man's right. You're homicide he's robbery. He's also very calm & direct. Not impolite but firm & short. (tho "missed your cue" was rude) Where's demming tho?

What if I raise my hand to ask a question? lmao acab tho I don't trust anything here

Ryan looks very s2 like. Blue shirt, tie, brown normal jacket. Espt looks bisexual with his layers. Nice to have contacts in emergency service units Bro I think the robbery people have this handled.

She's a woman she doesn't need to have a bedroom voice the robber is just like horny & straight or smth I don't think that keeping him calm is hard bc he seems like a pro. TJ: Yeah, I don't like that other guy. KB: Yeah, me neither. peterson: ?? Trapper John! Bro it's M*A*S*H! You should come down & watch this episode with us! He IS a pro Oh no now cap peterson thinks that he is beckett's boyf.

Wow what a jerk. Blaming someone for the bank getting robbed. Or well, for getting the cops here too soon. If the cops didn't get here maybe they would have left with the money & let the hostages go. Except the bank ppl said the silent alarms went so ok. Oh no don't tell me we're going to deliver a baby I like how she says they should let the pregnant lady go but the way she says it implies she's ok with being held hostage.

RC: Don’t worry mother. I saw this work on Die Hard. RC: Uh, Mr. Howser-- Excuse me, Doctor Howser. Why not just give them a cup behind a desk?

RC: So, why Doogie Howser? I mean there's so many cool TV doctors you could pick.

Was espt in ESU before homicide? What IS his exp?

omg he likes her <3 lmao the banker & actress hitting it off I wanted to check out the food at my new work before I start working there & ofc I ended up using the washroom & there was some sort of old b/w sensual film playing in the stall. it is not his box: how did he get the key? woah castle remembers which wall & row & column it was in?? & Dp knows the number??? Martha-?

Three hours sounds... reasonable...

it's me! I know morse code! ... -.. is what I saw but they kept cutting away. I also don't know numbers only letters. Numbers are easy I just don't know them. how DO you know it's him? It could be another smart civilian!

Martha actress moments Why is That Guy telling castle this? He was "in the washroom" during castle's secret message sal martino? idk I'll continue with That Guy (unless I quote). "you have no idea" WOW THIS EPISODE IS GOOD I don't make promises

Rick did too well, SM was supposed to freak out bc of the c-4 but rick calmed him down which was NOT the plan.

Wasn't gideon fields? Sus. KR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't go in there, we don't have a warrant and we don't have probable cause. JE: Bro, Castle's life depends on this. KR: ... Did you just hear that? I think I just heard someone yell out, "Help, police!" JE: (in a voice) "Help, police!" There it is again. Ah yes, dead bodies. Grody. & perfect for the homicide detectives.

I couldn't tell if she was dead for a week or she was just old... but then again the smell of decomp

JE: I don't get it. This is a little, old, retired librarian. What could possibly be in her safe deposit box that would be worth doing all this? KR: Nazi gold, cold fusion, map to Atlantis. JE: Hey, Castle Jr., could you maybe start thinking like a cop, please? (Castle HAS mentioned nazi gold) KR standing with That Booty: I am!?? JE: Are you? KR: It had to have been something huge that was worth killing her over, right? Hey, Super Cop, check it out.

Hug alexis, becks, she needs it, you might too. But hey, rick made kate promise to take care of alexis! & esposito promised to get rid of his porn collection!

Rick just do the flashing bracelet thing again. Idk numbers but (-.-.) ..-. --- ..- .-. is easy enough What is HER accent? cushions is a good idea <3 GOSH WHAT aT Least put him sideways so he doesn't choke!

told Whom to stay with her? Y'all never leave me a voicemail, please text.

it's legit not enough time bestie Send in esposito he looks like a buff firefighter paramedic

Trapper would know her voice. Bad idea. Love the double talking obv not a paramedic since she didn't know she could put the gurney closer to the ground & then raise it up once the fellow is on there UM SIGN LANGUAGE MUCH? Castle could have totally slipped it into sal's shirt

Martha should totally have just kicked everyone's ass & the hostages could have gotten themselves out on the fury of a mother There is a second T in twenTy kate That chuckle was very nathan fillion bc that's where the money is lmao Castle why are you revealing your hand? Just like tf2 for real just like rvb for real Castle has escaped duck tape before. Zip ties are easy to get out of

RC: Mother, I find I'm no longer satisfied with the customer service at this establishment. I think we should take our business elsewhere. Me: Is that code? RC: no just trying to be funny ig

Ron Brandt. Good thing I didn't switch names Were those guys wearing black before? & now they are covered in dust? or were they always wearing that greyish colour?

PUT AWAY THE GUN BEFORE YOU UNTIE THEM BESTIE mr: *shaking her hands with a grin*

They would NOT have messed up Captain Peterson probably is surprised with how good castle is, he's like "wow this guy really does know his stuff" Whose body parts?

Oh no are castle's banker & mother going to sleep together?

I like how beckett has a touchphone & ryan has a flip or smth

See? Castle wasn't supposed to calm him down Holy crap bad bruising I sometimes hate being a christian (what with being who I am) but right now I love it.

That Guy: Honey, I'm home. what a line Girl u should have kicked his balls while he was outside the door TG: Oh, no. Hon, you bumped your head. Ha what a typical abuser line. Disgusting.

*kept the cop's face in shadow*

JE: Come on, let's go pick them up. KR: Ithaca??? Why is espt just going on this huge road trip with ryan? RC: Even as a hostage, I help you solve murders. Beckett, I think…I think you have the perfect partner.

Poor alexis. Poor Ash. Long distance sucks.

In my binge watch I should have counted these. 8th time becks saved castle, castle has saved her 9.

The vodun episode with the purses & champagne, I remember that. The nikki heat murders were not a save, she lived you just gave her your coat RC: Won't be forgetting that anytime soon.

#castle 4x7 #castle 4x7 quote #castle 4x7 spoilers

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bratkook · 3 years

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almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?, more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face.

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him.

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee.

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do.

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love.

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast.

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen.

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along.

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile.

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first.

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup.

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing.

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups.

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl.

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups.

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night.

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again.

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.”

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips.

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book.

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel.

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look.

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him.

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original.

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all.

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in.

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat.

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for.

No. That’s not what he wants.

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it.

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in.

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks.

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether.

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it.

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages.

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies.

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser.

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok.

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that.

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family.

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now.

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had.

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom.

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax.

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight.

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping.

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened.

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did.

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed.

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear.

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube.

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base.

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you.

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz.

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep?

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch.

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you.

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do.

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did.

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer.

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind.

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor.

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are.

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock.

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm.

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over.

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation.

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets.

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity.

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit.

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang.

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else.

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you.

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum.

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase.

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send.

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that.

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok.

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again.

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else.

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend.

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about.

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief.

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge.

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him.

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore.

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

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Mugiwaras at a Rave ✨

note: this are my headcanons about the strawhats being at a rave bc they seem like party people so why not add them to an au?? Hope y’all enjoy! Feel free to add your own! :)

Luffy:

•would be the first to suggest to pregame before the actual event

•but zoro would definitely second the idea and already have the bottle out

•luffy’s fave raves are the bigger ones like EDC, Countdown, Beyond Wonderland, Escape, maybe even Coachella or Hard Summer and Lollapalooza

•definitely listens to Porter Robinson and will always go if he’s in the lineup

•his faves aside are: zedds dead, Audien, Dash Berlin, Major Lazor, Alison Wonderland,

•definitely wears colorful tops-even crop tops , but will not change the sandals or strawhat, it’s just his signature look (even adds beads to the straw hat too😭)

•ALSO WEARS NEON FACE PAINT THAT NAMI SAYS MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE HE’S READY TO PARTY

•is the type to party with everyone, they’ll be like “hey man me and my homies just saw you from across the tent and wanted to say we LOVE YOUR VIBES” luffy: ok *will pop a pill with the randoms 😭

•you can’t tell me luffy isn’t down for anything that happens at a rave so he’s definitely drinking, popping ecstasy, smoking (not cocaine tho)

•nami ends up being his baby sitter bc she refuses to let anything happen to him if she’s also under the influence

•if he gets down, then she will most likely be more sober enough to look after him

•when the raves happening he likes to be on top of frankie’s shoulders for the view

•also is the type to be super affectionate with his crew when the dj plays a song they all love and records it

•also LOVES taking as many group photos and fit pics before and after

Zoro:

•is not AS festive as Luffy but will go bc he likes to be around him during the fun

•doesn’t do the druggies BUT he will get plastered, sometimes even before they head out he’s already drunk as hell

•nami will not let him go like that bc she doesn’t wanna babysit so they sober him up

•then once they’re there he’s fucked up again 💀

•might get lost idk (I don’t like to push onto that directionally challenge fact abt him much so ya) even if he did it’d be a good time cuz he’d probably make new drinking buddies

•his attire is more simple- definitely rocks the headband with sleeveless muscle tee and tight shorts maybe? (Carries the backpack for the group bc it weighs nothing to him lmao)

•doesn’t have a preferred dj he likes but if it’s a hype song u know he’s there head banging WITH THE BOYSSSS

•is hit on by a lot of the rave babes there but zoro is annoyed by them pls

•prefers smaller raves bc he doesn’t like big crowds

•bring zoro to the rave😈

Nami:

•gonna be biased here bc I’m in love with Nami

•A TOTAL RAVE BABE! Will go ALL OUT on her outfit: the sparkles, face paint, and wears almost nothing to the event or a cute crop fit (depending on the theme of the rave) hair is done, makeup is flawless and also is the one who’s planned the entire trip for them

•bc of that everyone else makes sure she has time for her fun

•luffy, sanji and frankie make sure no creepy dudes come up to her or even TRY to lay a hand on her

•she takes the cutes pics with robin who’s also dressed with ‘rave babe’ attire

•makes friends with a lot of girls there bc they’re all drunk and just complimenting each other’s fits

•becomes famous on social media over this

•is actually really into a lot of dj’s similar to luffy’s but she also likes ppl like dj snake, tiesto, illenium, disclosure, david guetta, kygo, steve aoki, etc

•will twerk on people she doesn’t gaf (mostly on other girls 😛)

•will also pop ecstasy or smoke weed but never has a bad trip bc she’s built different

•she’ll be on jinbe’s shoulder while luffy is next to her on franky’s 😭

•luffy & nami duo at a rave is wholesome but also can be chaotic if they’re both high and drunk off their minds

•they end up attracting a crowd bc of how goofy they are being and people love it

•at some point luffy blacks out and nami is like “ok time to go home now i guess :(“

•franky is carrying out both of them by the shoulders and they are sound asleep <3

Sanji:

•perviness aside, Sanji is the second one who’s looking the best after nami

•definitely takes the time to look super hot and will wear something that makes his arm muscles show and his snatched waist plsss

•loves going because women hit on him

•but is equally simping right back- he is in heaven

•will sometimes stray away from the group bc he met a girl (i think rave!sanji is a whore idc he definitely gets laid)

•if he doesn’t get laid then he’s out in the crowd getting into the music and is jumping around

•is always dehydrated lmao

•oh yeah he’s a huge foodie so he loves trying the stuff they have at the food trucks

•is pretty sober by the end of the night

•also takes super pretentious pictures but they look good ofc

•is down for any kind of rave

Usopp:

•my boyyyyy is looking SUPER FLY to the rave, the group loves Rave!usopp bc of how hot he is

•along with luffy, he’s a bit chaotic when it’s him and nami as well

•likes the dubstep sounding edm music and will be the one to record the crowd and jump along with them

•also loves to record dumb shit like people fighting 💀 or anything funny that happens

•stays within the group

•he knows where the crowds are more fun and that’s how they discover new artists too

•is super nice to girls that ask him if they can sit on his shoulders and he says yes

•gets bitches but usopp is respectful and just makes sure they have a good time

•loves taking group pics and will make vids of himself and luffy like “edc with the fam😤😎”

Robin:

•plsss robin’s rave outfits are always super sexy but kind of iconic?? Like she literally has the best fit there

•is like nami but not vocal about it, will go along with her shenanigans and watch it all unfold

•she likes to bring her own weed to the raves and doesn’t like to take anything that isn’t from her plug

•rave!robin likes to sway to the music and have her hands up and jump around sometimes

•a lot of girls go up to her about her outfit and she’s always nice about it and tells them her little diy hacks and where she buys her stuff

•likes to buy bracelets for the gang

•if someone fucks with luffy and tries to insinuate a fight she’s flaming

•do not fuck with robin bc she will punch a dude for Luffy lmao even tho he could’ve kicked his ass

•”I didn’t want you to get hurt” Luffy: punching him would’ve fired me up even more >:) her: 🙂 ok

•AND SHE LETS HIM THROW A PUNCH LMAO

•hangs out with franky most of the time bc he’s also mellow as she is but he is a bit more up her alley with how they have fun

Franky:

•DAD ENERGY

•obnoxiously high amounts of highlight and his hair omggg he loves to get creative with him and people hype him tf up

•everyone: are u fr going out like that? 😐 him: YEAH THE PEOPLE LOVE ME YOURE ALL JUST JEALOUS😎

•robin also loves it (they are not shipped here but frobin supremacy SO TRUE)

•has the best photographer skills bc of his height, and his body allows him to be included in their group pics HAH

•RAVE FRANKY HAS A BUILT IN SELFIE STICK >:)

•is always gonna be in the back during bc he’s so fckn tall unless luffy asks him to take him to the front😭 everyone else just circles around him to get a view lmao

•franky may have a drink or two but he’s honestly having a good time sober too

•if there are rave himbos u know franky will be in A LOT of random ppl’s pictures bc he’s so charismatic and friendly

•will tweet: “edc with the fam👍🏻 good times with good people” 😂😂😂 and all these replies are like “have fun king”

Brook:

•brook is like that old dude who hangs out with younger people to have fun but it’s ok here

•brook just smokes weed at raves

•is also festive with the look, goes with the classic hippie with headband and curly hair deal but with ✨fashion

•sometimes gets weird looks from people until they see how fun he really is

•the other stoners see him as a god at raves bc he carries the BEST weed and is also super funny

•just vibes to the music by swaying his arms around to the beat

•but if he’s feeling a bit playful 😛 he’ll try to crowd surf and pop out some dance moves

•sometimes they leave without brook bc he always ends up getting dropped off back to the hotel but the friends he made LMAO

Jinbe:

•uncle vibes 😎 but he’s a good time

•doesn’t do the rave look but thinks wearing beads with an oversized shirt counts 👍🏻

•bops his head to the music and headbangs if he’s feeling it

•is never left out by the gang so he enjoys spending time with them

•will usually help nami with taking pictures and also knows all the best angles

•if he runs into older people he ends up having his own group and they all just hangout at a food or drink spot and have convos (pls i can see him being friends with professors who like to rave, I used to have a prof who did hence where this idea popped up from)

•makes sure everyone is safe and altogether by the end of the night

•will have blankets or sweaters ready for the girls and Luffy in case it’s cold

•suggests they all eat after having nothing but drugs and alcohol in their system LOL

Chopper:

•chopper is a baby so for the sake of this I’ll make it short and he’ll be a reindeer in this au

•they carry him like a backpack and make him stay still so he can get thru the bag check LOL

•surpringly he does bc nami sweet talks the security and says it’s her emotional support plushie

•once he’s in they make a stop to take him to try the food and sweet stations

•robin and chopper duo at a rave is cuteee, she just carries him around so he doesn’t walk anywhere but once she does people surround them like crazy

•everyones like “YOOOOO A TALKING REINDEER LOOK” and he goes viral

•they try to make him dance to edm music HAHA

•chopper loves the attention and lets them take him crowd surfing

•sometimes will end up on a dj’s shoulders and he feels so popular omg

•dj: “if anyone is looking for this reindeer looking thing it’s up here on the main stage and it’s definitely a crowd pleaser!! Might just keep this little guy for myself” and then you hear luffy yell out “ OI LOOK ITS CHOPPER AND HE’S ON tyDI’s SHOULDER”

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atlabeth · 3 years

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hold onto me (im a little unsteady) - sokka x reader

i was listening to the song when i came up w this so feel free to listen to that if you want

summary: a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

a/n: lmao this is 100% self indulgent i have no excuses. my parents are getting divorced and almost every time they're together they argue and so this is just a comfort fic after it happened again tonight bc GD i wish i had a sokka. this one goes out to all my divorce babies or people with parents that never stop arguing. you are very loved<3

wc: 1.7k, this got away from me lol

warning(s): mentions of parents arguing n shit, like the tiniest mentions of implying sex and problems with consent (in general, not with them), but this is all fluff

hey. i know you’re probably asleep right now but could you come over?

It was far too late at night when you sent the text. A question asked on a whim, an offer that would most likely go ignored due to the boy on the other end being asleep.

But goddammit, you really didn’t care. Even if he didn’t respond, just hitting ‘send’ made you feel slightly better. You had already taken refuge in one of the sweatshirts he had left at your house (read: one that you had stolen and refused to give back) and as your eyes fell on the glow of the digital clock on your bedside table, you were once again reminded of how stupid this was.

But you heard the telltale buzz of a notification and all but lunged for your phone, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips. You didn’t know why you ever doubted him.

sokka💙: you know i never sleep babe

sokka💙: a curse of my genius

sokka💙: im omw

you’re the best thank you love<3

A pair of fuzzy socks and a refilled water bottle later, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Though you tensed up at first, a roll of your eyes was all it took before you remembered just who you had invited over. Another smile took over as you pushed yourself off of your bed, pushing the curtains aside in time to see another pebble hit the pane.

A physical effort took place to stifle the laugh as you pushed your window up, and you leaned against the sill on your elbows to get a better look at your ridiculous boyfriend.

“Throwing rocks at my window? I think I’m stuck in a bad romcom.”

He grinned and let the remaining pebbles fall to the ground. “It’s what’s to be expected from your Prince Charming, right? Besides, I’m assuming that your parents wouldn’t just let me walk through the front door at this hour.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Just the sight of Sokka was always enough to make you feel better, and tonight was no exception. The vice on your heart was already starting to loosen. “Right as usual. Think you’ll catch me if I jump?”

He laughed and made a show of looking up and down the distance and then at his arms. “I’d like to say so, but I think we’d have better luck if I climb up.”

“You sure you can do that, big guy?” you asked with a teasing grin. He rolled his eyes with the same sentiment.

“Of course I can. I just thank nature that there’s a tree so close to your window. It’s saved me from a lot of embarrassing falls.”

You chuckled and backed away from the window, the slight chill from the night air beginning to get to you. “I’ll leave you to it while I get things ready.”

Truth be told, your room was a total mess at the moment. You knew Sokka wouldn’t care, especially not now, but it put you slightly more at ease to have something in your life that you could control. You were in the middle of shoving some previously strewn-about clothes into your closet when you heard the click of your window closing. When you turned around, you were met with your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured as you walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to stop the blossoming smile nor the warmth that the action gave you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.” The softness of his words were in stark contrast to the joking bravado from only minutes earlier, and as you stepped away from his embrace and pushed yourself onto your bed, he joined you on the other side. “And not that I’m not happy to be here, but I just wanna know. What’s going on?”

You sighed, letting one leg hang off the bed as you tucked the other in. It was a testament to Sokka’s power how quickly he had gotten you to forget about the new mess of the night. “The usual showing of fuckall and fuckup. I’m more impressed by how they never run out of things to scream at each other about.”

Your bad joke didn’t get a laugh out of him, which you were secretly glad for. Instead, he snaked an arm around your back and tugged you closer, a contented sigh falling from your lips as you nestled your head into the space between his shoulder and his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

The phrase had gone in one ear and out the other more times than you could count from your parents, but each time Sokka said it, the words held a different weight. You knew it wasn’t your fault in the first place, but guilt didn’t care all that much for logic. You knew he meant it though, and once more the vice loosened.

“I know. But it still helps to hear it.” You glanced up at him, reaching a hand up to twist a loose strand of his hair around your finger. “You should wear your hair down more often,” you mused. “It makes you look like a prince.”

He chuckled, amusement glinting through his ocean eyes. “I did say I was your Prince Charming, didn’t I?”

You smiled, slowly uncurling his hair from your finger. “Yeah.”

“That means I’ll always be there for you. Especially to save my royal from their evil stepparents.”

Another laugh bubbled in your chest at that, and you leaned closer into him. “Thank you. The more I visit your place, the more I want your family to be mine. Hakoda is like, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and your mom? She actually makes me want to cry with how sweet she is. I think I know where you get it from.”

He grinned and bumped your leg with his own. “You know you’re welcome over there any time. But maybe you shouldn’t — I think my mom might actually adopt you with how much she loves you. That… that would be really weird.”

His joy was infectious as you planted another kiss on his cheek, something that earned you a, as you liked to call it, dazzling Signature Sokka Smile. “I’ll make sure she holds off on the adoption papers for now.”

“I’d like that.”

And though the happiness you felt at the moment was almost overwhelming, that was just what caused that tiny sliver of doubt to come in. When people invited their partners over at three in the morning, it usually wasn’t to sit on the bed and talk about their problems. It was… it was for more, and you didn’t want that right now. And because you were an expert at it, you decided to put your foot in your mouth and start talking.

“I— I’m sorry that I called you over here so late, for no reason. I know you probably expected something else than me ranting, but…” you sighed, drawing your knees closer to your chest as you brought your other hand to Sokka’s resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

He sighed at that, but you knew it wasn’t one of disappointment. “You know I’m here for you. I don’t care if you just want to sit in silence for the next five hours while we stare at the wall, or if you want to watch sappy rom coms until your eyes bleed. I’m more than okay with staying like this. I didn’t come over here because I expected anything from you — I came over here because you needed me, and so I’m here.” Sokka smiled, an image you didn’t think would ever stop making you melt, and intertwined your hand with his. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You were so stunned at the brazen declaration that your voice got stuck in your throat for a moment, holding back tears. (Happy tears. They were never anything other than happy tears with Sokka.) It hit you then that you didn’t really know what it was like having someone get close to you without an ulterior motive.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a moment of comfortable silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You knew he was smiling, even without having to look up at him. You could hear it in his voice, feel it in the kiss he pressed to your hairline.

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a long time until you broke it. “You know… my dad kinda ran off to a motel for the night after this whole thing, and my mom leaves early in the morning. If you were serious about those rom coms…” You allowed the unsaid question of staying the night to fester so Sokka knew he could say no if he wanted to, but he didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course I was serious. I mean, I’ve gotta get the ideas for our future wedding from somewhere.”

You laughed, a sentiment that had occurred more times in the ten minutes he had been here than the past week, and picked the remote for your little box TV off of your bedside table. You clicked through various movies until you found one Sokka liked, and then you cuddled deeper into his side to prepare for the ride you had ahead of you.

Thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, he had fallen asleep, arm still around you and one of his legs slightly intertwined with one of your own. But it’s not like you minded — the familiar weight of Sokka in your bed had caused all your worries to melt away, if only for the night.

You didn’t expect him to last past the first movie, but you were sure you would at least get through until Katherine Heigl got the man. But there was an overwhelming feeling of safety permeating the air with Sokka’s arms around you, and you ended up knocked out before she could even get through all twenty seven dresses.

It wasn’t lost on you how fortunate you were — he didn’t expect anything like that from you, he just wanted you to be safe. He was there for you. You would never understand how you had gotten so lucky with your boyfriend, but you would never stop being grateful for him.

this is the most self indulgent thing ive ever written and i am NOT sorry

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#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #sokka fic #sokka #sokka atla #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar fic #atla fic #sadie writes #everyone deserves him.... sokka im sorry u have 100 gfs and bfs

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witchywrter · 3 years

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“Home” (Part 5/?)

Paul Lahote x reader

Part 4

Summary: y/n returns from college in California to her hometown in Forks to find things are not as she left them. She soon discovers that a lot more things have changed then she initially thought.

Warnings: mentions of death, car accident, verbal fighting, cussing, i think that covers it

A/N: i am literally so sorry for not updating sooner guys lmao i’m trying to update all my fics now, especially this one bc i love it. i’ll get the next one out next week. love you all!_______________________________________________

You felt so much pain as you began to regain consciousness and could make out someone calling your name.

“Y/n?”

You turned your head to the source of the sound to see a Doctor at your side, his hand on your arm. He was very handsome. Not exactly your type, but still. He looked to be around your age, far too young to be a Doctor already.

“Hello Y/n, my name is Dr.Cullen. You’ve been in an accident”

Your head was throbbing and you felt pain radiating from your stomach and leg. You looked around to find that you were indeed in the hospital.

You looked down at his hand on your arm. It was ice cold, absolutely freezing. He must have noticed you looking because he removed his hand.

“How long have I been here?” you asked, looking back to the Doctor.

“About a day and a half. Do you remember anything?” he asked kindly.

“There was a man in the road, he came out of nowhere. I swerved to try to avoid him” you said trying to remember.

“Your car flipped four times and caught fire. A piece of glass punctured your abdomen and another your left thigh, narrowly missing your femoral artery. We were able to stop the bleeding and stabilize your condition. You’re lucky to be alive, if your friend hadn’t been there to pull you out when he did, you could have died” he finished, shaking his head.

“My friend?” you asked.

“He’s from the reservation, one of Jacob Black’s friends I believe” he said.

Well that didn’t exactly narrow it done much. Your car was totaled most likely. You’re dad’s car, the one thing you had left of him.

“You’ll be okay, but you need your rest. You can be discharged tomorrow morning and the stitches will dissolve on their own in two weeks” he said has he picked up your chart and began walking away.

“Oh, one more thing. Sherif Swan called me, if you still want that internship, send over your resume and you can start after your two weeks” he said with a slight smile on his lips.

“Thank you Dr.Cullen” you called out as he left to check on other patients.

You looked over to your side to see an array of gifts on the beside table and chair. There seemed to be something from everyone. Flowers with cards from Leah, Sam, Emily and even Charlie and his daughter Bella and a big card from Quill, Embry, Collin, and Brady with all their own little messages and signatures.

The huge, brown bear sat on the chair with a red ribbon around its neck didn’t seem to have a card accompanying it.

You grabbed your phone from the side table and unlocked it. There were a few messages from friends and one from your mom. You opened up your mom’s message and read:

“Why did I have to find out from the Sherif that my daughters been in a car accident. You know what it was like for me when your father passed and the fact that you’d put me through that again is appalling”

This was followed by multiple messages about how horrible of a daughter you were and how you have no excuse for ignoring her text messages.

She had no right to bring up your dad like that. As if you got into an accident to hurt her, as if you were unconscious and not responding on purpose.

Your dad was driving home one night after a long night at the hospital when he was hit by a drunk driver. He was pronounced dead at the scene. You never got to say goodbye. Never got to tell him you loved him one last time.

You turned your phone off and set it on the side table and laid back down. Although you were out for a day and a half, you felt utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. You pulled your blankets back up and closed your eyes, hoping for a full nights rest.

You woke up to the curtains flying back, sunlight flooding the room. Your eyes stung as you were blinded.

“Wake up loser, it’s time for a jail break” Leah said in a very cheerful voice.

“No Leah, I’m not dead and feel amazing” you say in a sarcastic voice.

“That’s exactly what i wanted to hear. Seriously though, are you okay? You scared the shit out of everyone” she said, her voice taking on a concerned tone.

“Yeah, just beat up. Should be at healed up in two weeks” you say, sitting up.

“Here, I brought these from Emily’s house” she said, tossing a long sleeve, pants, socks, undergarments and shoes onto the bed.

After you changed and signed the discharge papers, you and Leah headed back to Emily’s place.

“What a bitch,” Leah said with disgust as she climbed the steps.

“I know, I still can’t believe I’m related to her” you say shaking your head.

Leah opened the front door and you hear “Surprise!” as you walk through. Everyone but Collin, Brady, Quill and Paul were there for your second homecoming.

Jake ran up to hug you, but Leah stepped in front of him.

“You wanna rip her stitches dumbass?” she said like a mother correcting her child.

“Oh shut it Leah” Jacob said, but gave you a much gentler hug than he originally intended.

“How are you?” Jake asked.

“Well I think I might fall over and die if one more person asks how I am” you say laughing. You stop as a stabbing pain shoots from your abdomen.

Sam, Emily and Seth hug you as well before you finally make it to the couch to sit down.

“What happened?” Embry asked taking a seat next to you with Leah on the other side.

“I was driving back here and I looked down at my phone for barely a second and when I looked back up there was a man in the road” you said.

“Well you know what they say about texting and driving” Seth said but the joke fell flat as no one laughed.

“What did the man look like?” Jake asked in a serious tone.

“Pale I guess, black hair, I’m not really sure. Why?” you asked, confused.

“No reason, just wondering” he said looking over to Sam who was sitting on a stool by the counter talking to Emily.

“Do you know who pulled me out?” you asked Jacob.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Dr.Cullen said one of our friends pulled me out of the car before it caught fire”

“Oh, uh, Paul did” he said.

Paul. Of all of your friends you had thought it might have been, that was the absolute last person you’d think would save you. If anything he’d probably be the one to toss you right into the flames.

“Oh” was all you said.

The front door opened and in walked Quill and Paul.

“Well I’ve gotta get back to..work” Jacob said standing up.

“Me too” said Seth as he followed Jacob to the door.

“Heal up Y/n!” Jacob yelled over his should and he and Seth left.

Quill came over and sat where Seth had just been and gave you a hug and Paul went straight to Sam without even acknowledging you.

Not like it mattered anyway.

“How are y-“ Quill started.

“Fine” you cut him off.

Through the rest of the day, people started to leave one by one as they had work, school or other things to get to. Eventually Paul said his goodbyes to Sam and Emily and began walking out the door, again without saying a word to you.

You got up as quickly as you could without hurting yourself and momentarily excused yourself from your board game that you were beating Embry in. You walked out the door just as Paul was off the steps.

“Hey!” you called to him.

Paul stopped and slowly turned back to you.

“What?” he asked rudely, not fully meeting your gaze.

Instead of responding with the same attitude, you walked down some of the steps.

“I just wanted to say thank you. Jacob told me what you did” you said gently.

“It wasn’t exactly like there was a choice in the matter” he spat.

“Could you just not be a complete asshole for once in your life? I’m trying to thank you for saving my life” you said, anger getting the best of you.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” he said.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising your voice.

“Nothing. I-I can’t do this right now, I won’t do this right now” he said, voice equal to yours now.

“No, come on Paul, let it out. Say what you need to say!”

Paul started shaking with anger and as much as you knew you should stop, your anger wouldn’t let you.

“Say. It.” you seethed.

“Paul!” you heard as the front door swung open.

You turned around to see Quill come running down and barreling into Paul, pushing him away from you. Sam came running out too.

“Get him out of here!” Sam yelled.

Quill grabbed Paul and pulled him out into the woods.

“What the hell?” you asked

“Get inside Y/n!” Sam yelled.

“You don’t tell me what to do” you said angrily

“Get. Inside. Now.” he said sternly.

You scoffed but turned on your heal and went inside and upstairs, waking right passed Emily and ignoring her as she called out to you.

Who did they think they were, telling you to get inside. Paul always had anger problems, this wasn’t anything new.

You hate him.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” replayed again and again in your head. You hated him for making you feel less than, for making you feel worthless.

Him saving you meant nothing. He was a dick to you your entire life and you didn’t care that Sam asked you to lighten up on him. No one bit.

As you laid down to sleep, not even bothering to take off your clothes or change, you wiped the single tear that escaped. You hated him and always would.

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You were walking through the woods to get to your favorite spot again. It was the middle of the night, but Jacob asked to meet you there. The moonlight shown through the thick trees, illuminating your path.

Everything was so green and beautiful, you missed being home.

You walked a little farther when your foot hit something, stopping you in your tracks. You looked down to see a rock jutting up from the ground. It was the same one you fell on the other day. It still had blood on it, fresh and bright and not at all dried. That wasn’t right. You fell days ago, it should be dried or the rain should have washed it off.

*Snap*

You spun around. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, that same feeling of being watched returning. You shouldn’t be out here. Emily warned you.

You scanned your surroundings, but it was too dark. What happened to the moonlight? You squinted your eyes and saw him-it.

The man from the road, eyes blood red, skin pale as snow, hair dark as the night around him. He cocked his head to the side, watching you.

Where did he come from? Had he been watching you the whole time? Was he in the woods that first day?

You could try to outrun him, you didn’t know how far into the woods you were, you didn’t even remember how you got here. You went to take a step back but he was in front of you instantly and attacked, grabbing your arm.

You jolted upright, breathing heavily. You looked around. You were in your room, at Sam and Emily’s. You were safe. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked out the window. It was the middle of the night.

There were things that weren’t adding up. Everyone has been acting weird, telling you to avoid the woods, saying that whatever has been attacking people isn’t animal or human, the man in the road, even Paul’s behavior has been worse than normal…something wasn’t right, you could feel it in your gut.

You knew what they told you, the warnings, but with everything that happened with Paul and your mom, you didn’t care anymore. You were gonna find out what was going on, no matter what.

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A/N: hey guys! i hope you enjoyed this chapter! lots of stuff happened and i swear we’re gonna get more paulxreader interactions from now on. love you all❤️❤️

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jjkxlv · 3 years

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You're So Mean! (I)

↝Summary: You don't know that he felt that way about you :(

↝Genre: Fluff, angst, established relationship, rich!jk + rich!reader, famous!jk!reader,

↝Warnings: Mention of cheating, mention of being fat, reader was slightly insecure

Note: This is just a fictional story I made in my mind. You're beautiful no matter what size you are in! and please don't read this if it makes you uncomfortable.

Another note😭I didn't plan to make it into 2 parts but it came out longer that what i had planned in my mind lmao😭🤣but part 2 will be posted soon i guess😭🤣👍🏻ENJOY❤️

Part 2

The cafeteria was LOUD. There’s just so many things going on inside your mind and this loud ass people did not help one bit. To make the matter worst, this morning when you’re weighing yourself, you actually gain two kilos which makes your weight in total of 48kg. “I knew it would turn out like this yet I let it happened now I have to pay the price” you said to yourself. After all the take outs and fast food for dinner with Jungkook, there’s no way you’ll stay in your shape. Out of frustration, you slam your fist on the table gaining your friends attention.

“Hey what’s wrong, Y/n?” Your friend Minie asked you.

“Everything! Everything is wrong!” You said in a rather loud voice.

“Okay instead of yelling, would you tell us what’s going on inside that head of your” Your other friend Yuju said.

“Fine, first today I got up and I checked my weight this morning and you guys know what,,, I actually weight more than 45kg and not like this is my first time but it’s stressing me out.

“Damn Y/n, maybe you should go with THE diet again idk”

“Yeah you should, what if Jungkook dump you if you become fat. You don’t want that do you?”

“Yeah as if. He loves me too much to be doing that”

And the table become silent. But one thing you didn’t notice is that Yuju and Minie been making this ‘eye signal’ to one another. The silent was broke by Yuju suddenly clearing her throat.

“Actually y/n, speaking about Jungkook, we have something to tell you” Yuju said while coming closer to you and Minie did the same.

“What” you said with a stern voice not wanting to hear their baseless rumour about Jungkook. Yet again. You love them. Your best friends. But sometimes you don’t think you should believe everything they said. You’re the one who is dating Jungkook. You’re the one who know Jumgkook more than anyone in this campus.

“My people said they saw this new girl talking to Jungkook and she was all over him. What a whore. And you know what, they said Jungkook was the one who approached her first”

“Should I be concern or something? I mean they were just talking right plus no receipt that she was all over him then… it didn’t happen. Unless ‘your people’ have receipt then I will believe them”

“Lol, suit yourself Miss y/n. Don’t come crying at us if he cheats on you” Yuju said and was supported by Minie.

“Yeah y/n, we told you this for your own good but if you don’t want to believe it then that’s on you”

You ignored them. You don’t understand why are they so bitter about Jungkook. Especially Yuju’s ‘people’. Always have something about Jungkook. Feeling annoyed, you said “whatever, I’m going to Jungkook” and got up leaving them behind.

You actually have no plan on meeting Jungkook right now since he’s in class right now but you could wait for him you guess. After a solid one hour, you finally see Jungkook head pop out with the sea of people coming out of their lecture room. He was all smiley talking to somebody then it hits you. Oh the new girl Yuju and Minie was talking about. They were walking side by side and they seem close. You pushed yourself between that sea of people and after what feels like eternity, you reached Jungkook. You waste no time in holding his arm grabbing his attention.

“Hi babe” you said greeting him. Leaning up and on your tippy toes to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh hey baby! I didn’t know you was waiting for me” he said acknowledging your presence and gladly kiss you back. You felt weird satisfaction by the fact that this new girl getting the memo that he’s yours and off limit.

“Yeah something came up btw who’s this?” you asked giving her a question yet judging gaze.

“Oh yeah this is Jiwo and Jiwo this is y/n my girlfriend”

“Hi I’m y/n” you said with a smile and you offer your hand for a handshake which she gladly took it. You give her a gentle yet tight grip making her look up to you with a clueless gaze.

“Jiwo” she said with a smile.

“Well Jiwo nice skirt, where’d you get that?” you asked.

“Ouh thanks! It was my mom’s” she said, face getting red because you’re actually the first one to compliment her look here.

“Ouhh vintage I like that” you said. Just to be nice while in a matter of fact, you think that was the ugliest skirt you have ever seen in your entire life.

“Okay nice to meet you but Jungkook have to go somewhere. So, bye” with that you dragged Jungkook by his arm and to the car park without waiting for her reply. Leaving her there dumbfounded. While being dragged, Jungkook actually made a calling sign telling Jiwo that he’ll call later. To complete their project. Together.

“Geez, slowdown woman. What happened?” Jungkook asked sensing your ‘unusual mood’.

“Can we go shopping? I’ve been so stress today please?” you said making your signature puppy eyes.

“I can’t right now y/n. I have to complete the project I’m making with Jiwo today”

“Are you seriously dumping me right now. For that basic chick” you said with a puff. Kinda genuinely hurt that he is rejecting you.

“No baby, I wasn’t dumping you. This project is just very important for our grade. Come on you understand me right?” he said and you have no choice but to give in.

“Alright,,, I understand” you said while gently take his hand and just draw random things on his palm. One of your habit that he notices you do when you want reassurance from him.

“Come here” he said opening his arm to give you a big warm hug. “How about we go shopping tomorrow? I only have one lecture and it’s in the morning. What do you think” he said while rubbing your back.

“DEAL!” you said with a big smile and you look up at him and he leans in for a kiss.

“Alright baby boo see you tomorrow” he said and give you a last peck on your forehead.

“I love you” you said while snuggling your face on his chest for the last time.

“I love you too now go. Byee”

Jungkook quickly got back into the building trying to find Jiwo. He doesn’t even wait until you go. You shrugged the thought not wanting to acknowledge them because acknowledging them means you agree with your friends and that they were right about Jungkook and your ego is just too damn high to do that. You get into your car and start your car. Guess you’ll go shopping alone today. Since you had lowkey fought with your bestfriend just now. With a last sigh you make your way on the road.

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fear-and-delight-l · 3 years

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GENDERSWAPPED!LOSERS

HERE WE GO

JILLIAN DENBROUGH

-Jill is very avid about getting her sister, Georgia back. Well, at least the killer anyways.

-Jill has never finished any of her writing, until she is an adult.

-aRTiSt??

-Jill gives hugs hugs hugs!!!

-everyone wants her hugs.

-ok, Jill is very sexually confused. Bradley Marsh is good looking...but so is McKenna Hanlon with her pink lipstick and her always good looking pigtails....then there is Sarah Uris, who is so cute with her blonde/brown curls and her little cheerleading outfit.

-suffers from stuttering simp disorder

-simp simp simp

-simp? Yes.

-ok but I think she would like Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus lmao

-FLANNEL GODDESS!!! Has flannels in so many colors.

-”R-R-Riley, stop m-making fun of m-my j-j-jorts.”

-oh yeah. She is rocking the jean shorts. They either go to around her knees or near the middle of her thighs.

-shoulder length brown hair. Screams bisexual.

RILEY TOZIER

-just gonna put this out there, take it as you will, but her glasses make her look like a fish. Her eyes are HUGE

-goddess or (what is a non-binary god? Godthem?) of dad jokes. But not the corny kind. The kind of dad jokes that include sleeping with him and “riding him like a horse.”

-”so not fucking funny.” -Edith Kaspbrak, who’s dad isn’t even present in her life. -yeah, bisexual. -sexual for Edith Kaspbrak. -And Sarah Uris

-And Bradley Marsh

-and Jill Denbrough

-and Brenna Hanscom

-and Patrick Hockstetter (she regrets this. But when Patrick isn’t chasing her with Bowers and Criss and Huggins, she likes to notice that Patrick is definitely good looking)

-crazy wavy hair. Seriously, she wears it in a pixie cut, and it is CRAZY. But she help Bradley cut away his mullet.

-the friendship dynamic between Riley Tozier and Bradley Marsh is UNSTOPPABLE!

-plays softball with Jill. She is pitcher, and damn is she good. (Jill plays third base, for reference)

-the girls on the softball team sort of like her, sort of not. She’s a loser, and they don’t like her because everyone thinks she’s queer. -still a trash mouth

-still a smartass

-Rildeth? Edithley? Redith?

BRADLEY MARSH

-all right, here we go.

-POWER BISEXUAL

-He came out to Riley, and Riley came out to him.

-daddy issues

-anyways, Bradley had a mullet that his dad made him wear, and when Riley helped him cut it....freedom!

-when he and the other losers are going to the quarry, he likes to help McKenna pick flowers so Sarah will have some to turn into flower crowns

-is totally charmed by Jill Denbrough. He is a simp for how charming she is. Bravery, art...

-Bradley also likes to draw.

-Brenna may be totally smitten with him....

-Bradley is the same age as all the other losers, but the losers all see him as older.

-hates his father, feels weak around him.

-he and Riley often share cigarettes. (I love the friendship dynamic here.)

-Bradley has little freckles, and when he and Brenna get together as adults, Brenna likes to kiss all of them.

-Bradley loves to hang with Sarah, and she is such a sweetie. She gets annoyed, but when she is around Bradley, she is calm.

-Bradley likes to put his arm around Sarah, ALWAYS

-I’m in love

SARAH URIS

-WE LOVE OUR JEWISH CHEERLEADER LESBIAN

-yes, Sarah Uris is cheer captain. The other cheerleaders are skeptical of her, but treat her ok nonetheless.

-Sarah Uris is a softie who will tell you to fuck off.

-bridwatcher. Sarah loves her birds. She likes to sit with Jill. Jill draws birds while Sarah quietly talk about the birds.

-Brenna loves to play with her curls, braiding them and doing fun styles with them with the help from McKenna.

-sundresses one day, shorts and a shirt the next.

-her hair is so nice! Think...classic curls. Google for reference.

-the cheerleaders don’t go to track meets or softball games. So, since Brenna and Edith are both in track and Jill and Riley are softball players, she goes in her own cheerleading outfit, and even snags one for McKenna, (who isn’t a cheerleader.) and they both cheer at track and softball.

-must I remind you that Jill is a simp for BOTH OF THEM. AND BRADLEY?? HE CHEERS THEM ON TOO.

-one time Bradley actually got into a cheerleading skirt??!!

-anyways, back to Sarah. -she loves to give everyone kisses before leaving. Here’s how she gives them:

Jill: cheek kiss, runs a hand through her hair. Edith: takes Edith’s face in her hands and kisses her nose. Edith sometimes backs up a little when she feels a little panicky about germs, but always accepts Sarah’s kiss. Bradley: forehead. She ruffles his hair, and sometimes, Bradley kisses her chin as she is kissing his forehead. McKenna: near her lips. Like, the corner of her mouth. 🥺 Brenna: cheek kiss. She holds brenna’s chin while kissing her. Riley: straight on the lips. Or the forehead if you song ship stozier. -ok, I am a huge fan of Sarah+Riley....but then there is Edith. Poly??? Possibly

-anyways, Sarah loves to make flower crowns and put them in bradley’s hair.

-she and Brenna are very close. If Sarah isn’t next to Bradley, or has Riley’s arm around her shoulders, she is with Brenna, either holding her hand or showing her stuff about plants or birds. She gives Brenna constant praise about the barrens

-very grumpy a lot.

BRENNA HANSCOM

ok, Brenna is straight. I didn’t change that. -Brenna thinks constructively, and is a visual learner. Constantly thinks about the future.

-ok, she is so so so sweet. Likes to wear this cute pink skirt, but only around the losers.

-POETRY

-She loves to read and wrote poetry. It’s so cute I just can’t aaaah-

-ok, so she’s on the track team. Edith convinces her in 10th grade.

-HAIR CLIPS! she has them in her hair, and tons extra in her backpack.

-Bradley loves it when Brenna plays with his hair and puts clips in it.

-she and Bradley are very good friends.

-she may be straight, but isn’t uncomfortable when Sarah holds her hand or Riley talks about her gay situation or when Jill tells her she’s pretty. She just isn’t gay but she loves and supports her gay friends. She even kissed McKenna in a game of spin the bottle

-poor baby has body insecurities...

-ugh, she hates Henry Bowers. But she loves ice cream! She likes vanilla because it’s sweet and plain.

-when they have sleepovers, everyone always has a disc of New Kids on the Block to play for her (AAA!)

-Riley literally swore to protect her. Even though Riley’s sarcasm can be demeaning, she trusts her.

-Brenna Hanscom, a sweetie that will fight for you.

McKenna Hanlon, the badass vegan who definitely has WAP.

-ok, I didn’t change her race, she is still black.

-McKenna is a sign of hope. Everyone feels so uplifted around her.

-she has this signature pink lipstick she wears everyday the Greta Bowie makes fun of, but she still wears it.

-she loves bubblegum. McKenna has it ALL THE TIME.

-inspiration? Yes. She is a goddess.

-ok, she is so nice, but that gun she has? Pennywise doesn’t stand a chance. McKenna is a fighter.

-McKenna has these cute little pig tails that she wears with purple ribbons. Jill loves to listen to her talk.

-definitely the least insane of all the losers, but girl knows how to have fun!

-not a huge smoker, but occasionally will share one with Bradley.

-the friendship between McKenna and Bradley is impeccable. They are a badass duo.

-I don’t know what her sexuality is. She definitely doesn’t. Although she and Jill got caught making out in a closet. They said it was no strings attached....suspicious.

-she is indeed vegan. She just has a special love for animals and can’t bring herself to eat them. She isn’t protesting everyone to go vegan, she just eats how she wants. She occasionally slips and goes for ice cream though😉

-at the rock war, after she recovered a little from Bowers, SHE BEAT HIS ASS!

-my queen, gosh I love her!

-she is so much fun to be around. One time, in the barrens, she installed a swing so she could sit in somethin because Riley and Edith and Sarah are always in the hammock together. (It’s bound to break).

-need a therapist? She’s ya girl.

EDITH!!

-ok, so this looks very soft girl, but Edith is fiery! -her mom makes her worry a lot about disease and what not, but her anxiety about what her mom may do is worse.

-seriously, she is scared of her mother. She doesn’t even know if her sickness are real.

-anyways, don’t fuck with her. She will bite you.

-no seriously, she will bite you. One time in a fight with Hockstetter, she bit him. She was worried she might have gotten something in her mouth, but Sarah calmed her down. -she may bicker with Riley, but really, she loves her. Her and her stupid glasses,

-anyways, she is a sweetie. She runs track, but as long as Riley is waiting on the sidelines with her inhaler at the end, she is alright.

-someone give this girl a hug.

-internalized homophobia towards herself.

-she and Bradley are good, they just aren’t as close. Edith is closest with Jill.

-Edith looks up to Jill, big time.

-Edith hates her mom very very much.

-she wears cute little tops with shorts or skirts. Occasionally she will wear overalls.

-fuck greta Bowie campaign? Yeah, Edith started it.

-Fanny pack! She has an extra pair of glasses for Riley, Bobby pins for Sarah, an extra pen or pencil for Jill, a mini stick of Bradley’ favorite deodorant, hair clips for Brenna, and McKenna’s favorite bubblegum.

-Riley calls her Eds. She hates it because it sounds like a boy name. She hates it even more when Riley calls her Eddie.

-kisses tears away. Crying? She will kiss your cheeks and wipe those tears away. She did that when Brenna got cut by Bowers.

-inhaler? Yes. It’s her little beacon of safety.

-ice cream and comic books with Riley, bird watching and flower crowns with Sarah are her favorites!

-doesn’t know her sexual preference, she’s just not straight.

-butterflies always land on her when she’s outside. One landed on her nose once and Riley and Sarah started rock-paper-scissoring for who got her. (That was long forgotten since Riley is a sore loser.)

-my baby has long hair is very slight waves. It goes down to her breasts.

-likes to wear Jill’s Flannels.

-OK SHE IS SO CUTE IN A PAIR OF BAGGY JEANS AND A TANK TOP, WEARING SOMEONE’S JACKET OMG

-Edith is cold? Never. She always has someone’s something, whether it’s McKenna’s iconic leather jacket or Jill’s flannels

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Ok! Those are my headcanons. Feel free to repost, I don’t give a damn. If you want drawings or more headcanons of them, I am always open. I had this posted on my old account but that got taken down....I was previously coffeeandweasleys

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