#gonna pause the queue for a few days :^)

[polarmoon]

it's time to welcome a new addition to the family 👽

upon closer examination, he doesn't seem too different from a regular human baby... but only time, and many nights of observation, will tell for sure. for now, it's time for josie to get some baby supplies, and think of a name.✨

[radiohahas]

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[pissed-whizard]

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[quietlyblooms-gone]

my wrist isn't getting better?? but it's my left hand, so maybe i'll just work on writing physical rough drafts of replies bc i do!! still really wanna write. i'll just have to wait to type them up until tomorrow, maybe. sorry y'all -- the obstacles never stop popping up i fear :' )

[helloalycia]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] —𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

summary: Jackie and you become closer and she takes it as a challenge to make you fall for her charms.

warning/s: none.

author’s note: part 2 is finally here, sorry for the delay! i’ve had a migraine all day otherwise i would’ve posted this earlier 😅 hope you like it!

one / three / masterlist / wattpad

A month passed and any reminder of my conflict with Leroy and Tiffany had faded into oblivion. Jackie was correct in assuming they'd drop their beef with me, and once my hand was healed and Jackie's face no longer looked like an overly inflated balloon, there was nothing left to remind me of the incidents that occurred.

The only thing to come out of the whole experience was being a little more than acquaintances with Jackie. I couldn't go as far as saying we were friends, but she definitely felt the need to greet me more whenever she saw me in class, and I didn't mind returning the favour.

The real shift in our relationship began when Van, Jackie, Shauna and I were grouped up for a History class project. It was a presentation we needed to pull together, so we'd all made plans to meet up to discuss everything over coffee, which is how I found myself driving there with Van in my new car.

"You know you're gonna have to take me everywhere now," Van pointed out from the passenger seat with a grin. "I'm gonna be your passenger princess."

I laughed. "Hey, I don't mind. It's a bit of a rust bucket, but it beats skateboarding everywhere." I paused, then added, "Who am I kidding? I'm gonna miss skateboarding everywhere."

"We can still hit up the skate park every now and then," she promised. "But driving is a lot easier, you can't lie."

I smiled in agreement. After using some of my savings and convincing my parents it was time to get a car, they bought me an old, second-hand banger from one of my dad's friends who owned a garage. It wasn't the best looking car, but after a wash and a little bit of sprucing up with some car accessories, it looked decent enough to serve its purpose.

Conveniently, I pulled up at the coffee shop at the same time as Shauna, who was parking a few spots down. When Van and I jumped out the car with our bags, Jackie and Shauna were already approaching us.

"Hey," Shauna greeted us both with a smile, before nodding with approval at my car. "Love the new ride, Y/L/N."

"Thanks," I said with proud smile.

"You got to the part where you have to fill the tyres with air?" she asked with amusement. "It's so awkward when everyone watches you do it."

I snorted with amusement. "I'll be lucky if I get that far. This thing is trying its best right now."

She chuckled and glanced over it once more. "It's still pretty nice. Gets you from A to B, right? Driving saves so much time, trust me."

"Very true," I agreed, before I noticed Jackie checking it out curiously, having greeted Van already. I quirked a brow as I jokingly asked, "What? Not up to the princess' standards?"

Van and Shauna exchanged amused glances whilst Jackie shot me a playful glare.

"That's not what I was thinking," she said matter-of-factly.

I stopped by her side to look at it like she was, giving her a sideways glance. "I was kidding. Kind of."

She gave me a knowing look. "It's nice."

I tried not to laugh as I said, "Thank you."

She rolled her eyes playfully before the four of us headed inside to find a table. After claiming a booth in the corner, we pulled out our supplies and textbooks to get started.

"I'll go order our drinks," I offered, before we got stuck in. "Everybody know what they want?"

After they shared their orders with me, I slid out the booth to get in the queue, but Jackie slid out alongside me.

"You might need more hands to carry it," she said, when I quirked a brow.

I shrugged and the two of us got in line to order. It didn't take long to reach the front, and after giving the barista our order and paying, Jackie decided she wanted a muffin that was on display.

"Shoot, I'm so sorry to be annoying," she said with her signature smile, albeit a little apologetic, as she pointed to the muffin. "Please can we get that too?"

The guy, probably no older than we were, nodded eagerly and got the muffin for her, placing it on the tray. "Of course. It's on the house."

I resisted the urge to smile as I raised an eyebrow, watching Jackie laugh flirtatiously.

"No! Really?" she asked with bright eyes. "You're too sweet!"

The guy shrugged casually, his cheeks turning pink as she gave him all her attention in this moment. Before we knew it, our drinks were added to the tray and I picked it up to leave.

"Thanks again," she said with a tilt of her head and a matching smile.

He watched her leave distractedly, and only when we were walking away did I let out a quiet chuckle at what I'd just witnessed.

"What?" she asked, glancing at me, as if she didn't know what she'd done.

I gave her a look of disbelief. "Seriously?" Her confused expression forced me to continue. "You just bat your eyes and get what you want?"

She looked up thoughtfully before nodding. "Pretty much."

Breathing out through my nose, I shook my head with amazement. It made sense that even strangers fell victim to the Jackie Taylor effect.

"Can you get some napkins?" she asked, flashing me the same smile she gave the barista, but I would be damned if she thought she could fool me.

"Not a chance," I said with a stifled laugh, equally amused by her frown as I was her audacity.

I returned to the booth as she went to grab some napkins for us, and the four of us got stuck in immediately. As well as getting the base of our presentation researched, we also had a nice bonding session. To be fair, Van already knew Jackie and Shauna well, but I enjoyed getting to know them too.

I especially learnt that Jackie was pretty used to getting what she wanted whenever she wanted, and having people fall head over heels for her. This was something that came to light the more time we spent together working on this project. I guess you could say that the project is what intertwined our lives again once more.

—

After yet another studying session with Jackie, Shauna and Van in the library last night, I realised I grabbed Jackie's notebook by accident and planned to return it to her the next morning at school. I found her by her locker, but she was in a conversation with Jeff and I debated whether or not to interrupt.

They weren't together, the two of them surprisingly staying broken up unlike the many other times they'd somehow got back together, so it was odd to see them talking. But it wasn't any of my business, even if I was a little curious to whether they were back together – especially after everything that happened – so I just sucked it up and politely interrupted.

When I stopped by their side awkwardly, their conversation fell quiet and Jeff glanced at me, no doubt thinking of the whole Leroy incident. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Jackie and I alone.

"Sorry," I said to her uncomfortably, before holding out her notebook. "I just wanted to give you this."

"Oh, thanks," she said, blinking, before accepting the notebook. "I was looking for this all morning."

"Yeah, I must've grabbed it by accident," I said with a small smile. "My bad."

She nodded, and I was about to leave, but then she met my eyes and said, "That wasn't–"

She'd stopped, so I prodded, "Wasn't...?"

Uneasily, she explained, "He's been trying to get back together with me. Jeff."

I chewed on my lip, unsure what to respond, because she didn't owe me any kind of explanation. But a small part of me was nosy enough to want it.

"I'm not stupid, obviously," she continued.

"Obviously," I repeated in agreement, otherwise stumped for words.

"But yeah," she finished, a small, awkward smile on her lips. "That's it."

I mirrored her smile, nodding. "Awesome... er, thanks for the update."

She cleared her throat, nodding too, and then an uncomfortable silence filled the air. I was relieved, though I would never admit it, to know that she wasn't considering going back to him. It only reaffirmed all she'd said about listening to me, and it showed that she respected whatever friendship we seemed to share.

"I'll see you in class," I said, straightening up.

She relaxed her shoulders. "Yeah. See you."

—

Shortly after finishing our group assignment together, Jackie felt the need to work with me more often, for whatever reason. She had a lot of friends, so I couldn't see why she needed me in the mix also, but I guess I wasn't totally against it.

I was walking into Chemistry class when I spotted the blonde sat where my usual lab partner, Dennis, sat. Getting a sense of deja vu, I watched her questioningly as I set my stuff down in my seat.

"Is there a particular reason you're sat there?" I asked, when she flashed me a nonchalant smile.

Placing her chin in the palm of her hand, she stared at me through her lashes. "I feel like you don't know me well enough. So, I switched partners."

I resisted the urge to laugh, oddly intrigued by whatever game she was playing. "I mean, we've only been in the same classes all our life, but–"

"It's not the same," she insisted with a wave of her hand, making me laugh.

Not caring enough to be opposed to her trading seats with Dennis, I took a seat beside her and began to get my books out. As I did, our teacher, Mr Turner, approached our table with a stern expression.

"Miss Taylor," he addressed her. "Can I ask why you're not sitting in your assigned seat?"

I watched on with amusement, wondering how she'd get herself out of this one. But if she was sweating in the slightest, it didn't show.

Shooting Mr Turner her signature smile, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr Turner. I was just about to come and ask you permission. I thought moving beside Y/N here would help improve my grade and be less of a distraction than my old partner."

I quirked a brow, glancing between him and her, and watched as his expression softened slightly. Holy shit. The Jackie Taylor effect worked on teachers too?

"Very well," he conceded. "I suppose that's alright, if it's for the betterment of your learning. Just don't let me catch you chatting through my teaching, alright?"

She nodded innocently. "Of course. I'd never disrespect you like that."

My mouth opened slightly with disbelief, her pure arse kissing astounding me. Mr Turner nodded appreciatively before returning to the front of the classroom, and Jackie turned to me with a cheeky smile.

"I'm impressed," I admitted. "Everybody really loves you, huh?"

As she grabbed her book, she shrugged, though gave me a sideways glance as if she was pouting. "Almost everyone."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "C'mon, Jackie. You have the whole school– heck, probably the whole world at your fingertips. Why are you so adamant on making me like you?"

She raised her brows impatiently. "Because I'm likeable!"

The pink tinge on her cheeks, darkening her already-existent blusher, paired with her impatience only served to make me grin. If I'd known treating Jackie Taylor like this would get her so flustered, I would have done it more often. It was definitely entertaining, and she was going through more effort than she needed to, which only made me laugh more.

As amusing as it was though, I knew she'd give up soon. I simply refused to let myself slip under the Jackie Taylor spell that she had over everyone – doing whatever she wanted, treating her like she was god's gift, there at her beck and call... Unlike every other poor soul who genuinely believed they had a chance with her, no doubt because she had a power to make you feel that way, I wasn't naive. Jackie Taylor was out of my league, as a friend or anything more.

I wasn't blind. Her powers of seduction were rooted in her beauty and ability to turn heads wherever she went. It was normal to have a tiny crush on her, I was sure of it, but I'd never let it be more than that.

Of course, there were small micro-moments where I'd let myself indulge for once, to be a little selfish and delirious. Like now, as she sat beside me in class, nodding along to what Mr Turner was explaining. From the corner of my eye, it was easy to make out the perfect curve of her jaw, the glossiness of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes. And it would have been even easier to give into it all, especially when she asked me to grab her a lab coat from the back of the classroom, a soft smile on her lips and a single bat of her eyelashes.

But all it took was one relinquishment of power and I'd be just another fool who let Jackie Taylor create delusion in their heads. And I refused.

"I don't know what the arrangement between you and your last partner was, but here, you do things yourself," I said with a suppressed smile, appreciating the way her face dropped.

She tensed her jaw slightly, before trailing along behind me to grab a lab coat. After suiting up, we returned to our desk and I got out the lab equipment whilst she read over the worksheet we'd been given.

"Okay, first step is to turn on the bunsen burner," she read aloud, glancing at me expectantly.

"Great." I pushed over the bunsen burner to her. "Go on."

Indifferently, she straightened up and began to connect the hose to the bunsen burner, shooting me a knowing look as she connected the whole thing to the gas tap.

"I know how to do things myself, y'know," she said disapprovingly.

I chuckled. "I know, it's just fun watching you actually do it."

She huffed dramatically before twisting the gas tap without warning, making me jump back quickly as the flame lit up. Her eyes widened as she twisted it off, before falling to me with both concern and amusement.

"Shit, are you okay?" she asked, hand covering her mouth, but a smile was threatening to break out.

I released a breath, touching my shirt which almost set on fire, and shot her a look. "I am, yeah. No thanks to you!"

She began to laugh quietly. "I'm sorry. See? If you'd just done it for us, that wouldn't have happened."

"Oh, if I'd just done it for us?" I asked sarcastically, mimicking her voice.

"Yeah, you should've just listened–" she started, eyes darting between mine with entertainment.

"I should've just listened," I agreed, still as sarky as ever.

"Yes," she agreed between laughter.

I sighed, giving into my smile as she watched me with dismay. This was going to be a long lesson.

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As much as I hated to admit it, I was enjoying having Jackie as my lab partner, looking forward to the hour lesson where she was as careless as ever when it came to our experiments, but to the satisfaction and humour of me. Of course, she could never know that all of her efforts to sway me were working, so I played it cool.

I definitely didn't expect to see her beyond that, so I was especially surprised when I showed up to the local community centre after school with the intention of improving my college application and saw her waiting outside with a few other students. I did a double take, her face being the last I expected to see.

"Hey," she said when she recognised me, moving to stand beside me with her usual blinding smile.

"Are you stalking me, Taylor?" I asked jokingly.

"You wish," she retorted with a playful eye roll. "I'm here because it looks good for my college application."

"Ah, of course."

She lifted a brow. "You?"

"Same," I admitted sheepishly, making her laugh.

Once the other students turned up, there were thirteen of us in total and the manager of the community centre met us outside to brief us. We were to work on the community garden over the coming weeks, helping to clean it up and plant some fresh produce and flowers to brighten up the place. Only once it was complete would we get a certificate of recognition for our efforts.

We got stuck in straight away, everyone assigned to different areas. Jackie and I were working on planting the flower beds, so the first thing to do was bring over the soil to the designated area. I heaved the giant bag of soil over my shoulder and brought it over, dropping it to the ground with a sigh and wiping the sweat from my head.

Giggling made me look up, and I watched as Jackie got some freshman to grab her bag, twirling her hair and fluttering her eyelashes as he dropped the bag beside mine.

"You're too sweet, Johnny," she said with a classic tilt of her head, touching his arm. "Thanks again."

He shrugged casually, clearly affected by her attention. "Anytime. You need a hand with anything else, just let me know."

She nodded in agreement and watched as he walked away before her eyes found mine.

"What?" she said like it was obvious. "It would've gotten my nails dirty."

I glanced down at the soil staining my shirt, before giving her a knowing look. "Wait until you start to plant the seeds."

Kneeling down, I used the spade provided to dig out the old dead plants from the flower beds. She kneeled down beside me, careful not to dirty her skirt as she did, and watched my hands work.

"I'm curious," I said, glancing at her. "Were you planning to help at all?"

She straightened up with a sense of pride. "Of course." And then reluctantly, she used her hands to help me remove the old plants, but not without pulling a face.

I tried not to laugh as I watched, finding a sense of satisfaction as her fingernails did indeed get stained with soil. Working alongside her, I used the spade to dig out the next plant, but it skidded across the soil, the plant too firm, and I ended up flicking a handful of soil at Jackie.

"Oh, shit," I said with a stifled smile, watching as she looked down at her clothes. "Sorry."

She breathed out slowly and dusted the soil off, but it left dark tracks in its midst. "It's fine."

"Good thing you wore your old clothes, right?" I asked, biting my lip to contain my smile.

She hummed in agreement, jaw tensing slightly, and a grin fell upon my lips. Everything she wore looked too nice to be considered old. Poor Jackie was probably not expecting to lift a finger.

For whatever reason, whether it was to prove me wrong or to prove her own point, she actually helped me with our tasks, no longer using freshmen to get everything done. It was fun, working with her, and it only gave me more time to appreciate spending with her.

Once we'd done our assigned two hours, it was finally time to leave for the day, and Jackie and I walked out together. Parked a few cars down from mine was Shauna's, and I gave Jackie a look of disbelief.

"You made Shauna pick you up?"

"Duh," she said with a shrug.

I breathed out slowly, looking up and shaking my head. "Why do I still get surprised?"

"What? That people love me?" she asked with a teasing voice.

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes, lips pressing into a smile. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Until then, see you tomorrow."

I waved goodbye to her as she kept walking, trying to understand the hold she had on everyone. Her and her silly smiles and silly hazel eyes and silly raspy voice.

Annoyingly enough, I was starting to see it.

—

I found myself in Chemistry class later that week, doodling on my notebook as I waited for class to properly start. Jackie arrived as usual, greeting me, and when I looked up, I took a moment to find my words.

"You look different," I said without thinking, trying to figure it out.

"I'm pretty sure I don't," she said with a chuckle, sitting beside me like always.

But no, there was something different about her today, something that had me admiring her a little more closely than usual. And as I was subtly studying the freckles on her face, the slope of her nose, the golden flecks in her eyes, it hit me.

"Your hair," I said with realisation, making her look up. "It's up. You never have it up."

She lifted a brow with amusement. "I guess, maybe not often, but..."

She'd worn her hair up before, obviously, but her signature look was to leave it out, freshly curled. So, seeing her with it up just happened to draw my attention more, and also show off her pretty face a bit more, which I guess is why I noticed.

Satisfied that I'd figured it out, I nodded. "Yeah, that's it. It looks pretty like that."

Her lips curved into a soft smile, eyes darting away from mine in an uncharacteristic manner. "Er, thanks."

I didn't think much more of it as I returned to my doodling, but then from that day onwards, I noticed she began to wear her hair up more often. And every single time, I found myself admiring her secretly, letting myself indulge just that little bit more.

—

Promising to pick up Van from soccer practice today, I headed to the field to wait in the bleachers for her, having killed time studying all I could before my brain would fry itself. I was a little early, so the Yellowjackets were still practicing.

I took that as my opportunity to get comfortable at the bottom of the bleachers, feet leaning on the ones in front of me as I pulled my headphones on and focused on my book. I was deep into it when something hit me and I jumped, startled.

Yanking my headphones off, I looked down to see a bottle cap, and then looked up to see a laughing Jackie stood by the bench on the field, bottle of water in hand.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, before tossing the cap back at her, which she swiftly dodged.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a grin.

Admittedly, she looked really cute right now, dressed in the school gym kit, a little sweaty and her face flushed pink from all the running she'd done. But I would never give her that satisfaction, so sarcasm was my next best defence.

"Oh, I just had to come and see Jackie Taylor in all of her team captain glory."

She raised her brows, pausing. "Really?"

"No. I'm here to pick Van up."

She scoffed gently, rolling her eyes.

"As much as your many admirers would love to watch you practice, I'm not one of them," I teased.

"Hilarious," she said with narrowed eyes, making me grin. Dismissing my mockery, she asked, "Are you coming to the pep rally tomorrow? First game of the season is this week."

I leaned back, thinking about it. "Eh, why not?"

Hand on her hip, she shot me a disapproving smile. "Don't sound too enthusiastic or anything."

I crossed my legs comfortably as I met her challenging stare. "I'm not big on the whole soccer thing. I'm just going to support Van. That's what a good friend would do."

She began to smile, a glint of amusement in her gaze. "A good friend, huh? Pat yourself on the back much?"

"Someone has to."

She looked away with disbelief, hiding a smile. "Wow, I see."

I quirked a brow, smile forming on my lips. "See how annoying that is? That's what it's like having a conversation with you."

She pursed her lips as she looked over me with feigned irritation. "Touché, Y/N."

I flashed her a satisfied smile as she finished the last of her water before flipping me off then jogging back to the others. I chuckled to myself as I watched her leave, admittedly checking her out as I did. Stupid Jackie and her stupid cute face.

—

We were well into October when it happened. I couldn't have seen it coming in the slightest.

Lottie, one of Van's teammates, was hosting the ultimate Halloween party at her mansion of her house, able to get away with it because her parents were away. Everybody was attending, and if Van herself didn't invite me, at least ten other people had because of how awesome it was supposed to be. Naturally, I said yes, loving a party more than anyone else but especially a costume party.

So, I showed up with Van and Taissa, the latter opting for a Catwoman costume that she very much pulled off, and Van and I dressing up as two of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles – her as Michelangelo and myself as Leonardo. They were iconic outfits, what could I say?

Of course, I may have felt a little stupid when we met up with the rest of Van's team, including Jackie who looked drool-worthy in her Supergirl costume.

"Wow, you two look...," she began when she saw Van and I, eyes flickering between our matching costumes. "It's very you."

Van swung her nunchucks in agreement. "I thought so too. Love the sexy Supergirl getup."

Jackie stifled a smile as she nodded in acknowledgement, before her eyes fell to me. "Which one are you? Raphael?"

I pointed to the blue bandana over my eyes. "Leonardo, obviously."

A grin broke out on her lips as she touched the bandana, pulling it over my eyes a bit better and also sending goosebumps all over my skin at her touch. "Obviously."

I swallowed thickly, trying not to let my eyes drift below her head, because her costume was very tight and she looked very good right now.

"Nat's pouring everyone drinks in the kitchen," she said, looking between the three of us. "You coming?"

"Hell yeah," Van spoke for us all, raising her nunchucks in the air, before glancing back at Taissa and I. "Leonardo and Catwoman, on my six!"

I cracked a smile as I readied my sword and followed after my idiot best friend. 

It was admittedly an eventful first few hours, with Van and I stressing Taissa out enough times that she was forced to take our pretend weapons off us for the rest of the party. Apparently assuming the personas of our costumes wasn't going down well with her, which, in hindsight, was fair when I remembered how drunk we got.

At one point, I found myself rambling to some random guy about the lore of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, aware that he was passed out on the couch beside me but still talking anyway, when Jackie strolled over to me, just as drunk as I was.

"There you are," she said with a grin. "Come dance with me."

"Jackie, I'm in the middle of a conversation," I said, motioning to my passed out friend.

"He's asleep, idiot," she pointed out, before outstretching her hand and wiggling it. "Come on."

I batted her hand away. "I don't dance."

She lost her smile as her patience ran quicker now that her inhibitions were lowered. "Y/N."

Finding it amusing, I motioned around us. "There's a billion people here. One of them would kill to dance with you. Why not ask them?"

"I'm asking you," she said through gritted teeth.

Not really aware of her anger, I pushed myself off the couch with a stretch. "I'm hungry."

She glared at me as I walked away, pushing through the party-goers and intending to find the kitchen, but Lottie's house was huge and I'd already forgotten the layout. I opened several wrong doors, and then on the last one – some sort of games room – I felt someone shove me from behind, forcing me in.

"Hey–!"

"Why does nothing work with you?!" Jackie interrupted my complaining, shutting the door behind her and fixing me with a frustrated stare.

I blinked, confused.

She scoffed, uncrossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "I've been trying to get your attention for months, you idiot! I even started–" she faltered, embarrassed, "wearing my hair up because of one stupid compliment you gave me."

My brain was working slower than usual, so her words were catching up to me little by little. "I noticed that."

Still not happy, she narrowed her eyes at me. "Why do I even try?"

Realising this was about the Jackie Taylor effect, as I'd rightly dubbed it now, I said, "Everybody loves you. Why is it so important if I don't?"

Her eyes flickered between mine, and I was certain she was going to slap me or berate me or shout at me. But then her expression softened and she admitted, "Because I want you to."

I didn't get chance to register her words before she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine. Her fingers curled around the back of my neck and I found myself melting under her touch, falling right into her. Her lips tasted like alcohol, tobacco and strawberry lipgloss, and I was suddenly eager to taste her concoction even more, all my senses heightened as I pulled her close.

She moved her lips against mine eagerly, fingers sending shivers down my spine as they tickled my skin, and I pushed my tongue between her lips in retaliation, not even thinking about anything other than her. We broke apart for air, barely seconds passing before our lips reconnected, and I was infatuated with every part of the blonde that had been on my mind these past few months.

Time was a drunken haze – we could have been there for seconds or hours for all I knew – and we were unfortunately interrupted by the sound of the door suddenly opening. Our sloppy movements meant we pulled apart a second too late, and we turned to see Van standing there in her Michelangelo costume. God, did I look that stupid right now?

"You're both trashed," she said, words slurred, before she looked to me. "C'mon. Catwoman is taking us home." Then she looked to Jackie, adding, "Shauna's looking for you."

I glanced at Jackie, heart still racing and her taste still on my lips. The state I was in made everything feel like it was so distant, as if it was happening to someone else, so I still hadn't truly acknowledged what had just happened between us. Jackie was already looking at me, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. I almost wanted to kiss her again, but Van impatiently calling my name snapped me out of it.

"Coming," I told her, before tearing my eyes from Jackie and following after Van.

[runningfrom2am]

Can we get a blurb where an accident happens on set and drew has to do cpr on reader who he’s been secretly dating for a while?

thank you for this request omg!! and i thought this was so perfect to post for drews birthday :') i miss him

wrong place, right time - d.s.

pairing: drew x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

tags/warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, injury but not violence, idk no one dies and its not very descript so its p safe

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)

nav/masterlists

Drew is watching from behind the cameras as you film a scene he's not meant to be in just yet, sitting against a wall on the top deck of what will eventually be known to the audience as The Coastal Venture.

It's been a fun day as far as filming goes, but very long. He's tired, and he can see that you are tired too. He sips on his third cup of coffee, watching you film your scene. Right now, you're helping Cleo pull the cross which is hanging from the crane.

You're looking over your shoulder, camera's zoomed in close on you while you're supposed to be keeping an eye out for Rafe. Standing guard for who is meant to be your on-screen boyfriend, anxious about the act of betraying him. If Drew didn't know better, he'd believe your expressions. You're incredibly talented, and every chance he gets he'll watch you film your scenes. He can only do that so often, though, without it drawing any suspicion. After all, your relationship was kept only between the two of you for now.

Drew watches as you're given your queue that Rafe will enter, and you turn fully. He'll be filming that scene after his break, so he starts to pack up his snack and downs the rest of his coffee. He's distracted when he hears a loud crack, followed by gasps and a loud thump. His head quickly turns, and you're laying on the ground, the cross on its crane swinging above you as chaos breaks out on the ship.

The fake cross wasn't particularly heavy, but with the wind picking up and it's height dropping due to someone in the crane messing with the controls at just the wrong moment, it ended up swinging right into the back of your head.

"Y/N!" Drew can't hear a single other thing anyone is shouting as he's shoving past crew members to get to you laying on the deck. "Y/N? Hey! Talk to me!" He calls out, turning you onto your back and grabbing your face in his hands. You're out cold, that's clear.

"Shit... shit! Okay, uhm..." He's talking to himself now, leaning down to press his ear to your chest. Listening desperately through the commotion to try and hear a heartbeat but he can't make one out, and he has no hope of finding a pulse on your neck or wrist with such shaky hands.

"Okay, come on Baby, wake up." Drew mutters, consequences be damned as he's quickly rolling up his sleeves. He places his hands on your chest, taking a breath before pumping as much of his strength as he can into you, over and over again, hoping to bring you back to life.

He pauses, leaning down again to try and hear if you're breathing with his ear to your lips. Again, nothing. "Come on, Love, you've got to wake up." He mumbles, going back to compressing your chest. Just a few seconds at a time, before leaning over again and pressing his lips to yours, blocking your nose to try and breathe the life back into your lungs. Just a few times. Just four times and then back to your chest.

The cast is ushered away from reach of the swinging cross which is now being hoisted up and out of reach, leaving them all huddled together behind the commotion. "Is she okay?" Madelyn asks, hands clasped to her chest.

"She's gonna be fine." Chase replies, chewing the inside of his cheek. "She's fine."

"Did you guys hear it? I could hear it." Rudy whispers, voice shaking as he's wrapped in a towel from the plunge he just took into the ocean filming his own scene. "It was like... this awful crack. No way she hasn't broken something."

"Dude, shut up." JD says, shaking his head as they all try and see what's happening. More than a few tears have fallen between them, shock wearing off as they realize the gravity of the situation. You still haven't woken up.

People are yelling at Drew but it all sounds so different- his tunnel vision is on you, ignoring even the tears rolling down his own cheeks as he keeps repeating the cycle. Ten pushes on your chest, five breaths. Is he doing it right? He doesn't even know.

"Baby, come on, wake up... You have to wake up..." He says, hoping by some miracle that you'll hear him. Where the hell are the paramedics?

Just as the panic is fully starting to set in, exhaustion nowhere in sight, you gasp, lifting your arm slightly to try and grab your boyfriends attention. The stabbing pain coming from seemingly everywhere in your head was keeping you from speaking, just allowing you to squint your eyes shut as your hand hits his forearm.

"Y/N/N? Hey, you're okay... I'm right here." Drew says, finally being able to breathe as he gently pushes your hair out of your forehead.

Just then, since it didn't take them long enough, the on-site paramedics reach your side, joining Drew as he kneels next to you.

You can't even open your eyes as they're wrapping your head, putting something in your arm, and moving you over to what you assume is some kind of body board. Drew holds your hand the whole way, and by now, realization has dawned on not only the rest of the cast, but the crew as well.

"Are they together?" Carlacia asks, watching as Drew clings to your hand on the stretcher as you're moved. "Did I miss something?"

"No." Madison answers, shaking her head. "You didn't miss anything. I didn't think they were, I knew they hooked up once ages ago but that's not really how you treat a hookup, is it?"

"They hooked up?" Chase chimes in, tearing his gaze from you as this new information dawns on him.

"How is that relevant right now? She's dying!" Madelyn spits, eyes blotchy and red. "If you didn't know you weren't meant to know so don't talk."

"Good girl, you're doing so well..." Drew mutters to you, pressing a hand to your cheek as they move you. "You've gotta stay with me here. Can you open your eyes? Can you try?" You just groan, the light from the sun beating down on you too intense to open them more than a sliver before you black out again.

You wake up in the hospital, head pounding. Your whole body aches, you only know where you are because of the bright fluorescents and the sterile smell. Blinking your eyes open slowly, trying to adjust to your new environment.

"Y/N/N? Hey, are you waking up?" Drew is there. Of course he's there, and he's quickly standing up and once again pushing your hair away from your face. It really wasn't in your face anyways, he's spent the last six hours being so finicky with everything in your room that there was no chance of a limb remaining untucked or a hair being out of place. He had nothing better to do than distract himself, waiting for you to wake.

"Hi." You mumble, trying to sit up.

"Woah, wait, lay down. Just relax, okay Love? I'll get the doctor. I'll be back." He promises, dropping your hand to leave.

"Wait, wait..." You call out weakly. He's quick to stop and look at you again. "I'm okay. Just, can you stay for a minute?"

Drew nods, returning to your side. You just need a minute before you're bombarded with doctors, and possibly people with questions. You didn't want to face the world, for now, you just wanted to face him.

"What happened..?" You ask after a moment of him staring at you like you were about to evaporate into dust.

"Uh..." Drew clears his throat, giving a slight shake of his head as he rubs his chin. "There was an accident. You got hit in the head, it wasn't your fault."

"Where are we?"

"Duke."

"Am I... Am I okay?" Hesitation is dropping from your voice and he nods, squeezing your hand in between his before lifting it gently to kiss your knuckles.

"Just a concussion, bruised ribs. Luckily no breaks. The concussion is serious, though, from what they can tell. They're gonna keep you, I think. The doctor will have more answers than me." Drew explains. "Can I grab them for you?"

You shake your head slowly, weary of the pain already pulsing through your skull. "No. I just want another minute with you. Before everything is real again."

Drew nods again. "Of course. I just-" He sighs, dropping his head. "Thank god you're okay. You scared me so bad." He laughs slightly. "I just about passed out over you."

You smile, avoiding the urge to laugh. "Must've been a sight. Wish I could have seen it."

"I wish no one had to." Drew chuckles, rubbing his eyes. "By the way, bad time to tell you this, but I may have outed us; at least to the cast and crew. Legal will probably be calling."

"God, Drew. I'm so disappointed." You tease before quickly reassuring him. "It's fine, it doesn't matter."

"As long as you're alive," He agrees. "I couldn't care about anything else less."

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[chaos--mode]

announcement .

i'm gonna be on a brief hiatus until January. still gonna log on here and there and might even shit post if im feeling up to it, just not writing for a couple weeks.

I'm mostly okay, still sick but better than i was. im home now at least so i get to chill with my little gremlin in my own bed until i feel better. just not feeling very creative right now is all and i kinda just wanna let my brain rest for a bit. i did have a few things left in my queue when i paused it a few days ago as well, which im restarting to get everything i have written out.

hope everyone has good holidays, whatever you celebrate ♡

[eggrollforyou]

Lessons Learned

Zoro x F!Reader

CW: dom Zoro, bratty reader, impact play, hair pulling, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex M receiving), use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, established relationship

WC: ~1.8K

A/N: This one just flew out of my brain. I need this man to do this to me. I'd be a brat ALL the time to get this punishment . Barely proofread, because ofc. Enjoy this nastiness

Text dividers by @cafekitsune 💚

It was a day that ended in Y, so that meant another day for Zoro's insane workout routine. You, honestly, couldn't comprehend how he managed to lift the weights he did, and even more, how he managed to do it every day.

Tonight, everyone had already gone to bed or were winding down for the evening inside the Sunny somewhere. Zoro had watch tonight, so you decided to keep him company. You, quietly sipping tea, reading a book Robin lent you, while he worked out.

It was a calm, temperate night. You had the windows open in the crows nest to keep an ear out for commotion outside and it was letting in a breeze. You loved the smell of the ocean breeze, it was so calming. You paused to take a sip of your tea, and glanced over the top of your book to see Zoro, lifting an ungodly amount of weight, grunt through several reps, and drop them.

His grunts, sounding alarmingly similar to when you're having sex, and you see his chiseled form, glistening with sweat. His muscles flexing as he leans over to drink some water between reps.

Suddenly, your cheeks and the tips of your ears feel warm and you catch yourself biting your lip.

He's working out, leave him be, you think to yourself. You pick up where you left off in your book. After a few minutes, listening in, you realize you've re-read the same paragraph ten times over. You were getting nowhere in this damn book with him distracting you. His muscles, his grunts. You wanted to just walk over to him and lick him from head to toe. You decide to take a cheeky route to get his attention.

You peer over the book again, “Could you work out a little quieter? Some of us are trying to read here. It's hard to concentrate with all your slamming.”

Zoro looks over, “What the hell, woman. This is the lookout, my weights are HERE. You want quiet? Go to the damn library,” he huffs as he's shoulder pressing, like, 300 pounds.

You bite your lip, snickering. You know exactly which buttons to push to get what you want out of him. “But, baaaaby, I want to be with you. Just keep it down, will ya? Don't be so rude.” You wink at him.

He rolls his eyes and continues working out. Still grunting and slamming weights around. In fact, he seems like he's gotten louder, just to goad you. Instead, it makes you ache for his touch. “Will you stop making so much damn noise? I asked you to be quieter,” you say loudly, as you pretend to read your book. You hear the weights drop again and hear shuffling.

You look up and see him, in all his sweaty glory. As he stands over you, breathing heavily, staring at you so hard you think you may catch fire, he huffs, “Woman, let me work out in peace.”

“Or else what? What are you gonna do about it, muscle man?” You sigh back, rolling your eyes, feigning disinterest. He clenches his fists, his jaw twitches.

You're interrupting his workout AND being bratty? You know how to play this man like a fiddle. You begin to wonder if this is why Sanji teases him so much. It's so easy to rile him up. You love him to death, but this is TOO easy.

As if on queue, he leans over you, grabbing your hair and gently, but forcefully, pulling your ear to his mouth. You're overwhelmed with his musky smell of sweat and steel as you feel his hot breath in your ear, “Looks like SOMEONE,” he emphasizes as he gives your hair another tug, “needs a lesson in manners.” You look at him, panting, rubbing your thighs together, as you feel your panties getting wetter by the second. He's glaring at you, and you smirk, “Oh, and YOU think you're the one that's going to teach me that?”

That was it. That's what made him snap. In an instant, he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, as you yelped in surprise. He carried you to a bench, sat down, and threw you over his lap, ripping your skirt and underwear down to your knees. Giving you a slap to your ass so hard you're sure it would leave a red handprint. “AH! Z-zoro, I'm sorry!” you shouted. SMACK! Now the other side. You hiss as the warmth from the sting radiates and moan as he soothingly rubs where he slapped.

“Now, how are we going to do this? I don't believe that shit apology. What do you have to say for yourself, brat?” He glares at you, eyes dark, pupils blown, grinning like a demon.

“I-i'm sorry, Zoro,” you say as sweetly as you can as you writhe in his lap, inadvertently rolling your hips, looking for any friction to quench the fire that's burning in your core. SMACK! And another across the back of your thighs, dangerously close to your glistening cunt. “Sorry for what?” He growls, as he pulls his hand back to land another harsh smack on your thighs making sure to line his fingertips with your core, adding to the delicious sting.

“Hnng, s-sorry for being a brat,” you barely breathe out. Zoro peers over to view his handiwork. He smirks as he sees you're practically dripping. “And what do we do with brats?” His voice deeper, dripping with desire, as he continues to smooth his hands on your ass and thighs, feeling the warmth from his impacts. You moan again, gently rotating your hips.

SMACK!

“AH!”

“Answer Me.”

“W-we teach them a-a lesson?” you respond, breathlessly.

“Mmmmmm!” You mewl, biting your lip so hard you're sure you'll bleed, as he inches two fingers to graze your lips. Slowly working them around to collect your essence. “Atta girl, you're getting with the program,” he responds. You can feel him getting harder by the second as his length pushes on your stomach.

He pushes his middle finger into your clenching walls and rapidly starts thrusting and curling it. You scream at his immediate, relentless, pace. The room is full of the sinful sounds of squelching and your labored breath as he brings you closer to the edge. Your walls begin to twitch and tighten, indicating to Zoro that you're close. And suddenly he stops. “Ahhh, baby, why'd you stop?” You cry out in frustration.

Zoro gives you a devilish smile, “You're still not done apologizing, brat,” as he shifts you, gently, to your knees, between his wide spread legs. “You interrupted my workout and got snarky. I think I have something for that smart mouth, what do you think?” He leans back on one arm and reaches with his other hand, rubbing his thumb on your lip and pulling it down.

You reach for his pants and unbutton them, staring at him with big doe eyes, giving him a split second of an exaggerated expression of apology. He sucked his teeth, the sharp sound cutting through the heady haze of lust and desire in the room. “And here we go again, looks like I didn't teach you that lesson well enough,” as he strips his pants and boxers at once, releasing his throbbing length. You lean forward to lick underneath from his base to his tip, tasting his sweat. Zoro grabs your hair again and pushes you on his length until he touches your throat. Instantly making you gag as tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Here I was, going to be nice, and let you go at your own pace, sweetheart. But now, to say sorry, you're gonna have to go at mine,” he growled.

You instantly feel that pool of desire growing in the pit of your stomach burn into a wildfire. Holding onto his thighs as he uses your mouth for his pleasure. Each time his tip crashes in your throat, it forces more tears in your eyes until they're streaming down your face. Zoro hisses and groans with one last thrust into your throat before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, with a lewd pop.

In a heady daze, you wipe the drool off your chin, leaning back slightly. Zoro's grasp on your hair still firm as he stands you up and turns you around, sitting you on his legs. “Think you've been good enough to earn what you've been after this entire time?” He rasps in your ear, nibbling your ear lobe. You sigh, trying to grind your soaking wet cunt on his thigh. He groans as he grabs your waist and bites your shoulder.

“Please, Zo-zoro, I've learned my lesson,” you plead. He lifts you from his thigh, grabbing his cock to line himself up at your entrance, and pulls you down. You gasp at the stretch and the feeling of being absolutely full. He sighs as his aching cock finally finds itself in your velvety walls. He presses kisses between your shoulder blades and rests his forehead trying to contain himself. You begin grinding your hips into his, mewling from the sensation and the tight rope of self control he mustered, snapped.

He began lifting you, pushing and pulling you on his cock as you screamed his name, everything around you disappearing. It was just the two of you in existence. The fire in your belly, now spreading to your fingertips and toes as the drag of his cock is punctuated with a hit to your g-spot. Zoro grabs your waist so hard, you think you'll bruise, as he pulls your back to his chest, until all you think, feel, and hear is him. He bites your neck, hard, leaving a mark as you grind down, trying to match his pace.

Your walls clench, your legs tremble, as you get closer and closer to orgasm. He moves one hand to your clit and presses down in harsh circles, keeping his chest to your back and growls, “I wanna hear you scream…” It's all you needed to let go.

“FUUUCK….Zoro! Yes! Don't stop!” You scream as he continues pounding into you, furiously rubbing circles on your clit. You gasp as the sensation overtakes your senses, tingling and pulsing almost as quickly as your heartbeat. Your fluttering walls tighten as Zoro fucks you through your orgasm leading to his own. He stills and hisses for a moment as you feel him begin to pulse, filling you to the brim, and he continues pumping into you slowly. He rests his forehead on your back, both of you panting and breathless. He leans back, bringing you with him, leaving no room between you, still, and peppers the side of your face with soft kisses.

“Well, have you learned your lesson?” He smirks.

“You know, I'm not sure I have, we may need to go over it again,” you giggle, and he gives you a dark smile.

Did you like this? I'm flattered! Wanna read more? Here's my Masterlist!

[sourlemonsprout]

gn!reader x Alphonse

Word Count: 1,078 (This piece briefly references the "Summer Eve w/ Your Pastel Punk Boyfriend" vid from like 4yrs ago.)

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"Music?" Al cocked his head slightly.

"Yeah! Remember when we got ice cream the other week? At the beach, you said if I was interested we could hang out sometime. Your suggestion of lying around and listening to music actually sounded really nice. That is if you're cool with that?" you said, your eyes scanning around the store, lightly bitting at the corner of your bottom lip.

oh-

"Uh yeah, yeah! That would be cool. I close up shop in a little over an hour. Is that alright?" He asked, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure thing! I'll come back then!" You said, waving as you headed out the door.

fuck they're cute

The shop had been a wasteland the rest of the day, so Alphonse eventually decided to close the shop a little early. The second the doors were locked and lights were out, he scrambled to clean his apartment. The clothes on the bedroom floor got kicked into the closet. The dishes beside the kitchen sink were cleaned in record time. Just before he heard a knocking at the shop's doors, he was able to tidy up the living room area. Taking a deep breath, Al ran his hand through his hair and glanced around the apartment one last time before answering the door.

"Hey there, come on in," he motioned inside.

"Again, feel free to grab anything you'd like from the shop," he said, locking the door once again behind him.

"Thanks, my day was kinda shitty, so I appreciate this," you admit. As you pass the rows of shelves stocked with delicious sweet treats, you snatch a KitKat from a basket as you walk beside Al to the back door.

"Oh, sorry to hear that. Did you wanna talk about it…?" He offered.

"Nah, it's not that serious. I just wanna chill and forget about it," you say, chomping directly into the top of the KitKat bar, which makes Al chuckle and admittedly cringe a little. You pause for a moment once you've reached the vaguely familiar living quarters you visited once before. Absentmindedly, you chew at your lip, taking in the apartment properly this time. Alphonse briefly looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. He can't help but feel a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he watches you bite your lip innocently. As nonchalantly as possible, Al ducked behind you and made his way over to the kitchen. Now out of sight, a deep breath to regain his composure.

"Make yourself comfortable! I'm gonna grab some water. You want anything to drink?" he called out.

"I'm alright, thanks!" you call back, oblivious to Al's fluster. You wander over to the living room and sit in front of the couch on the carpet with one leg up and the other crossed underneath. You watch Al enter the room carrying a deck of cards, a baby blue speaker, and a glass of water. Upon reaching you, he places the water down on a little coffee table and hands you the speaker to which you're making little grabby hands.

"I thought it'd be fun to have something to do while we listen to music." Al gestured to the cards in his hand. As you eagerly queue up a list of songs, Alphonse begins to shuffle the deck of cards.

"So what games do we know how to play?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Crazy Eights, Slap Jack, Rummy, Black Jack, uhh… Go Fish?" he reeled off.

"Ooo, it's been a minute since I've played any card game," you pondered your options for a moment.

"Let's start out with Crazy Eights, I definitely know that one!" you decide. Alphonse deals out seven cards each, his head nodding in beat with the song pouring out of the speaker.

The first few turns passed slowly as you both sorted your cards and got into the rhythm of the game. Alphonse found it silly how much strategy you were trying to implement in a game he believed to be mostly chance. After several rounds of skill, luck, and shit-talking, you were both tied.

"We need a tiebreaker," you declare, reaching for the deck of unorganized cards.

Al sarcastically said, "Obviously, the town would be devastated if we didn't determine which of us is the Crazy Eight's champion," rolling his eyes with a grin. Thus began an intense game (mainly for you) for the crown and title of official Crazy Eights champion.

Rolling the bottom of your lip under your teeth, you surveyed your cards intently, plotting your next move as if money were on the line. Alphonse smiled softly as he watched you concentrate. His heart flutters at the way you nibble at your lips, causing them to swell and redden. Your expression delates with defeat and your eyebrows furrow as you realize you have to pick up cards from the draw pile. A warm bubbly feeling swells in Al's chest, and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss yo-

"AH HA!" You shout triumphantly, making Al jump slightly at the sudden outburst as you proudly display an eight or spades.

"I call clubs babyyyy," you declare smugly, knowing damn well Al didn't have a single club card in his hand. Alphonse chuckled as you slid the entire draw deck towards his side of the table.

"You're something else, you know that?" he shook his head, drawing his seventh card.

As the night wore on, you and Alphonse continued to play card games and listen to music, occasionally pausing to chat about life and share stories. Any tension or fluster Al once felt had melted into a comfortable ease, it felt lovely to open up to someone like this again. As the clock struck midnight, you both decided it was time to call it quits.

"Thanks for tonight, Alphonse. I had a lot of fun," you said, standing up from the floor to stretch.

"I did too. We should do this again sometime," he replied, walking you to the door.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.

"Goodnight," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your body.

As you walked home under the beautiful night sky, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. Maybe there was something there between you and Alphonse, something worth exploring. Only time would tell, but for now, you were content basking in the glow of a wonderful evening.

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The End!

Thanks again @sleeplessdreamer14 for the req/idea! <3

I'm not exactly sure why this is the story route I went down, but I must really want to play a card game or something considering this is the second piece I've written where card games are involved lol.

[milkwaydreams]

Wanted to post something here but don't know what so, I'll list the BLs I'm watching/watched/plan to watch

Recently made a MyDramaList account, if you want to follow, username: taraczen

If you have any recommendations, I'm accepting, I feel I'm running out of dramas I really want to watch 🙃🤣

- Currently watching (Still airing):

Perfect 10 Liners - I'm loving it, specially Faifa. It gave me a new BL actor crush, the spell Junior casted on me... Idk man, I got lost too easily 🙃🤣. I'm gonna miss my babies so much next week though. 24 weeks went by so quickly 😭😭.

Top Form - Honestly started for the visuals, the teaser is quite pretty and the GIFS I've seen around here got me interested. But, Jin got so obsessed with Akin that I went "I don't think this is normal", then he kisses Akin when he was fainted, that's a big no for me, Ngl, it made me very uncomfortable 🙃. So, Idk if I'll watch it weekly or wait till it's fully released and binge everything, we will see.

- Currently watching (Full released already):

The Boy Next World - The same thing as Top Form, but worse because, I got really uncomfortable on the first 2 episodes. Then I went to see the novel and was right, Cirrus is a big stalker there 🙃, decided to put it on pause and wait till it's fully released so I binge watch everything and the special ep released recently so I'll probably finish watching this soon. I honestly hoped they would change the story and make it really be other dimensions and I've seen spoilers but, I got so confused 🤣. I decided to let it all for when I watch it for real then decide if I like this or not.

GelBoys - I've mentioned few days ago that I think I'm too old for this series. It's either that or I'm too socially awkward to understand/relate or anything, to what they do in the series. I've only been cringing so much, it's taking me forever to finish, help. I don't know what to say yet, just that it's been a weird journey for me.

Pluto - It's good, my girl Namtan is so F gorgeous, help, and such a good actress. The plot gets me curious, even though I've got a lot of spoilers, there's still things I'm curious while actually watching it. But I'm also taking forever to finish for... Idk whatever reason🙃 Maybe I got too used to the boys rushed nonsense that I'm feeling this going by so slow🙃. I'll finish it, I promise 🤭🤣

Ossan's Love Thailand - I wanted to watch this because it's EarthMix🤣 I watched the first episode when it released but it didn't stuck to me so, now that it's finished, I think I'll binge everything at once too. Just need to decide which one will be the first on the binge queue 🤣

- The last 3 I finished:

SangminDinneaw;

When It Rains, It Pours;

Secret Relationships.

- Plan to watch:

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist: I love a silly show so I'm thinking about watching this weekly but didn't start yet.

Golden Blood: Idk when I'll watch though. I think I'm just waiting for the right mood to come 🤣

Us: But I'll finish Pluto before starting this one so it's gonna be here for a while.

- Upcoming ones that I'm excited to:

Pit Babe 2 - I reeeeeally wanna know how they will put Garfield and Benz together here too, and how everyone is alive 🙃. And also the babies NorthSonic will FINALLY kiss, HAPPY HAPPY 😍 Jeff will probably see bad future again right?! I have so many questions

The Next Prince - For this, in reality, I'm more excited for my friend than for myself 🤣 She loves ZeeNunew and was waiting so much for this, like we all, I just really hope she likes it, that's my motivation for this one 🤣 And the fact that Pit Babe release May 2 and The Next Prince May 3, me and her will probably be talking back to back about these 2 so I'm excited for that more than the series 🤣

[eddiernunson]

Older!Eddie x Fem!Reader | 18+

Really Drives Me Mad Part 7 coming on Christmas Day

Word Count of Preview: 1.3k

Chapter contains: Wedding shenanigans.

NOW POSTED

Preview:

“I gotta admit, I didn’t expect your wedding to be so soon,” Skyler admits, in the middle of chewing on a salt and vinegar chip, some in her hand in queue to be chomped on next.

You keep your eyes on the movie playing snacking on a peanut M&M, watching Amanda Bynes’ truly unmatched comedic timing. “I am not spending a whole year of wedding planning,” you protest, throwing another chocolate into your mouth, “my mom is far too opinionated for me to be able to handle all of that fuss.”

“Well, you still need to find a dress…” Bethany points out, taking a hit off her vape pen. “And a caterer, someone to marry you, and a wedding photographer, decorate the venue—”

“We have invited close family and friends only.” You remind her, rolling her eyes. “If anything, the reception will turn into one big dance party. Hell, we’re ordering pizza. I don’t need a fairytale wedding. Having him has made my life a fairytale already.”

“Gross.” Skyler comments, sticking her tongue out at you playfully.

“I think it’s cute.” Bethany offers, grinning.

“Also, I might have already decided on a dress.” You hesitantly say, turning your head around and up at them to see their reactions. They collectively stop what they’re doing to scream at you for it. The gist of their uproar was mostly how they weren’t invited to the time you spent looking, but this dress was a happy accident by every definition.

“You found a dress?”

You shrug, pausing the movie so it’s not such a distraction for the conversation. “Yeah…”

The first time Eddie gave you his card and sent you to the mall for him, you were anxious about holding his money and only spent it on things he explicitly said he had wanted.  The entire trip took about an hour, getting home and holding a few bags as you entered the front door. Eddie leapt from the couch, grinning wickedly as he met you in the kitchen. He held your hands as he smirked at you. “How was the shopping trip?”

“Good.” You answered, moving to your purse on the counter to hand him his card.

He put it in his wallet hurriedly, wanting to get back to you. “What’d you get?” He asks, starting to look through the bags.

“I found everything you asked for except for the socks, apparently they’re discontinued.” You answered, leaning onto the island counter.

Eddie’s face falters only the littlest bit, shrugging. “Damn, gonna have to find a new favourite pair then.” He looked through every bag one by one, seemingly looking for something he couldn’t find. “What’d you get?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what he meant. “Um, everything but the socks?”

Eddie’s face broke into laughter, hands snaking themselves around your waist. “Yes, baby, but what did you get for yourself?” His voice was so gentle, smiling at you fondly with a gorgeous lobsided smile on his face.

“Oh, um, nothing…” you answered, eyes flickering to the ground. “It’s your money.”

A hand made its way onto your cheek, intertwining his fingers in your hair. His lips landed on yours, taking your breath away with how dreamy and dizzy it made you feel. As he pulled apart, your knees were weak, mouth half open as you stared up at him in pure bewilderment. After you were able to catch your breath, you finally asked, “What was that about?”

He smiled at you tenderly, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You’re just so sweet, my love,” he muses, beautiful brown eyes roaming all over your face. “Sweetheart, you have a ring on your finger. If we’re about to get married, then my money is your money.”

A frown sat on your face, thinking over what he just told you, eyes fleeting all over his hardwood floor. “But…I don’t, I don’t want, I don’t want—”

He hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your chin to look up at him. “I know you don’t want it.” His other hooked around your back, pulling your body against his. “However, I do want to share it with you, just like I want to share everything else.”

You smiled at him, sighing as his hand caressed the swell of your cheek, leaning into it. “I just don’t want you to think I’m with you for any other reason than how much I love you.”

“And how hot you find me, hmm?” He teased, eyes half lidded.

You rolled your eyes playfully, hands petting the nape of his neck. “Of course.” Eddie gave you a big kiss, lips wrapping yours, making you feel only bliss. “So, if I take your card to Sephora and buy a palette I’d had my eye on, you wouldn’t protest?”

Eddie sighed, sticking his tongue out in his true fashion. “You could buy the whole damn store as long as you’re happy.”

You squinted at him, lips pursed as you assessed his gorgeous face. “…How much do you have in savings?”

He smiled, tilting his head playfully. “Enough.” He said, twisting his face comically. “Maybe not enough to buy the whole store, but enough to shop comfortably.”

With his blessing, you started to feel something like a trophy wife on the occasional mall trip. Holding his black card as you swipe it unflinchingly at a large bill is so satisfactory as you see the glint of jealousy of the cashier’s eyes.

On your most recent outing, grabbing groceries and making stops at your favourite stores as you browsed, a little boutique in the corner of the mall caught your eye. You’ve never seen it before, a deserted area of the mall that has incredibly niche stores that mostly look like a storefront for a ring of some type. In the very corner is a sweet little boutique with hand made clothes, the kind of clothing one doesn’t come across very often anymore, all made with care with high quality fabric…but not at a designer price.

A dress with embroidered flowers around the skirt caught your eye in the window, and there were only cuter clothes in the store. With several hangers of clothing on your hand, the corner the store comes into view, and the prettiest white dress you’ve ever seen.

As soon as your size was in your grasp, you giddily ran off to the change room. Your reflection stared back at you, a pretty girl in a beautiful white dress. Your eyes welled up in bridal glory.

All for 85 dollars. (Well, that’s not the whole bill, just the dress.)

Your eyes flicker back to your friends, shrugging. “It just happened.”

“How far is Hawkins, exactly?” Bethany asks, leaning on her elbow on her legs crossed.

“A few states away.” You answer, pressing play on the movie again.

“You’re only inviting close family, right?” Skyler asks.

“Yeah, and you guys and Steve’s family.”

Bethany tilts upside down on the couch, feet resting on the pillows as she watches the movie upside down. “I’m sorry, who’s Steve again?”

You roll your eyes. “Do you guys ever listen to what I say?” They shrug, looking at you expectantly. “He’s Eddie’s best friend.” Still, their looks are completely blank. “You remember the photo I showed you of Eddie? He was the one on the left.”

Their eyes both noticeably bug out of their sockets. “Oh, you lucky bitch.” Skyler chuckles, definitely remembering the one of the left.

You roll your eyes, again. “He’s happily married, you dicks.”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it” Bethany accuses, knowing you too well, if you had anything to say about it.

The hesitation says everything. “Okay, maybe once or twice.” You admit, avoiding their eyes. “But again, he is happily married, and frankly unrealistic. Plus, he might be my sister’s father-in-law,” you joke, mostly hoping there’s no truth behind it.

 “Okay, this I gotta hear.” Bethany giggles, leaning in with much intrigue.

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Y'all I'm so excited.

[the-s1lly-corner]

gonna be working on raffle winner prizes as well as working to update the dwx7mih endings- gotta make a one shot for looey and flyte soon so the series can continue wooooo yeah!!

the crp long fic may be put on a pause until i get a good chunk of next months flufftober batch done and written- or maybe ill man up and get it done sooner... hard to say with longer fics like that! but i do fully intend to write chapter 3 soon! just hectic right now!!

also speaking of next month, depending on how things are looking i might open up one shot reqs for a few days! yay!

anyhoo update out of the way, the inbox is open and the queue is back in motion so we're back to regular scheduled posting again! yay consistency! hooray for routine!

[front-facing-pokemon]

I just found this blog so I'm jumping aboard the plushie bandwagon.

First we got Absol. (i feel like maybe i should've taken a closer-up picture but it's the face sooo)

Then a Wooloo

And, saving best for last, this Leafeon plush I own... of which I swear on my life is official merch.

I also have some more eeveelutions (plus an eevee and a few more) but: 1. I didn't want to send too many. 2. Eeveelutions are more popular so I wanted to give some other people the chance to submit their own. 3. I don't know where my Pikachu and Snivy plushies are cuz I own too many stuffed animals.

Only reason I submitted Leafeon was so I could show off this ~masterpiece~ of a plushie I own. And it's face isn't the only thing wrong with it too lol. Also I just noticed I accidentally had one of the ears hanging back but I'm too lazy to go take another photo but i hope this amuses you nonetheless.

ALRIGHT THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF YOU AS I'VE BEEN OUT WITH MY FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS HUH

let's start with these guys. beautiful. wonderful. i do not believe that that leafeon is official merch. this statement is baffling to me. welcome to the front-facing pokémon family. i love the eyes on that absol and wooloo is one of my faves. i was rather obsessed with it when it first came out and have a whole wooloo tag on my main blog because of it. though i guess i cleared that whole thing out recently so i don't anymore

let's get the nose ratings out of the way:

↑ this is a lie. 10/10 chespin

it's very wide and also 10/10 you're being too harsh. merry day to you too

circular face indeed. did i already post this one? if i did you can have it again

clodsire be upon ye. clodsire fans this is your treat until gen 9

this is a trend now. i think tumblr just crunched this image to hell for some reason so here's what the text says:

"Felt like joining the others for front facing pokeplushies [images] I have more pokemon but its early morning and these are the plushies that are easy to access"

i have not but i imagine "a moment" has long passed by now. my apologies but apparently today was an important day or something? idk

YEAH it's super unbelievably fucked up. i think i kinda remember the circumstance being a bit dire so everyone else was more worried about either 1. protagonist getting stomped on brutally or 2. saving the world from kyurem / the bittercold. i was totally under the impression that he was dead in that moment but i guess the characters may have known that he would just come back? i seem to vaguely remember partner being surprised that he came back and being like "but we watched you die :OOO" but maybe i'm misremembering that. i do create a lot of pmd lore on my own time so i have a hard time telling the difference between canon and fanon sometimes

two a day makes the world go round! this blog started when i started college, paused for 80% of my college career and now has started back up and i just graduated college a week ago. i would say "how time flies" but it has been a very, very long year

i've said it before and i'll say it again: gen 6 is my favorite gen, so you'll be seeing lots of favor for this gen from me in the tags i'm sure. maybe gen 6 is my excuse to start doing other things here. like that stream i keep talking about

if they put meloetta as a little obscure puzzle thang in sv, i'm sure they'll do something for genesect. i hope. at least for keldeo probably. genesect i'm not sure is very popular, unfortunately, outside of the tumblr crowd. if the general public's opinion on genesect is favorable, then maybe

okay and then i tried to scroll down further in my screenshots for more asks and saw the wobbly will smith in a hospital bed Gimme a Hug, Man that i copied from the "i get a little bit genghis kanghis" post so that's it. to everyone who christmases: merry it. it is today. although it's basically over by now so! merry boxing day for tomorrow if i don't say anything tomorrow. but i probably will. now i'm gonna go queue up today's 'mons because i haven't done it yet today. see you all in a few weeks when those post

[perrydowning]

Dating has gotten WEIRD

I think I’m gonna take a break from dating apps—because apparently that’s how the kids date these days.

Ultimately, I always knew I was just practicing, but damn if it isn’t the strangest experience.

People are so much more guarded, now. I mean, obviously, twentysomethings have far less baggage than forty and fiftysomethings. But my situation is quite different, as I’m ‘available’ because Mr. Downing had to go and die like a dumbass. The boys in my age-appropriate range, however, are divorced, separated, or deeply deluded about being in a horrific marriage. 

And they haven't learned SHIT. Way to double down on being narrow idiots, guys.

Like, I met this one boy who I really vibed with. We texted and joked, rapid fire. He even asked me to spend NYE with him after one date. You know I booked that hotel room, because I’m an absolute slut for romance. Then he completely ghosted me, after he was super paranoid about ME ghosting HIM! He brought me a copy of his favorite book on that one date. So strange.

Well, Perry will never be taken down by a man. Honestly, Mr. Downing loved how shiny my spine is. I might walk up to the line of compromising myself for another human being, but I haven’t ever given away my self-respect.

After a stunningly ridiculous misunderstanding—truly, I was so, so Perry—I think I need to press pause. There’s one more fellow in the queue, he’s done the work, so I’ll meet him for coffee because I don’t know how to be cruel. 

After that, though, I need a break. 

I’m pretty sure Mr. Downing would have laughed until he could barely breathe about the last three months. I’m equally sure he would have punched a few noses. 

[bistaxx]

Hey guys, sorry for vanishing suddenly I just needed to take a bit of a break- I think I'm going to continue to take some time off from here and at most will just lurk around for a bit, not sure how long that'll be.

I'm going to talk a bit about the current situation under the read-more and another post about it scheduled after this one. I'll be using the tag 'the forever situation' for blacklist purposes.

As of right now I don't feel comfortable commenting on it because this is a situation that needs to be handled delicately and I don't want to rush into it. I've been busy with work the past two days and (during the time of me writing this) am about to go into another shift today in a few hours- so I haven't had as much time as I'd like to read about what's going on.

I'm not fluent in Portuguese so I'm going to primarily rely on information provided by Brazilian's in the fandom and their thoughts on the matter- I highly recommend other non-Brazilians do so too- especially regarding anything related to what the victim has said about this. It's important to not be dismissive of what's going, but so is taking the time to understand what happened before commenting on it especially if you don't speak Portuguese.

It's also just a topic that can be hard for me to focus on. I don't feel right discussing why on this blog, all I'll say is that it brings back memories that sometimes make my mind go all blank and foggy. I'll be fine, I just want to take in it at a pace that doesn't cause my brain to shut down every 5 minutes.

I hope you guys understand, I'm terrified of coming across as if I'm ignoring or don't care about what's going on when I very much do. I just don't want mishandle it and it's something that's difficult at times for me to speak about. I have tomorrow off, I'm gonna use that day to look into this all more after getting some rest.

I think there's like an event going on in the server today, but I just want to take today 'off' from qsmp including on Tumblr. I just feel all over the place right now- we'll just have to wait and see how things go I guess. I also just wanna say you guys have been a bright spot in a very rough time of my life, thank you all for that.

I'm writing this very early in the morning. It'll be posted sometime in the afternoon for me. I won't know if anything else has come up since then until tomorrow- I really do hope by the time I log back i we'll have a clearer picture of it all by then...

I'm putting my queue on pause for now too. I don't know for how long, I just want to take a break from here for awhile. Take care <3

[cc-cobalt-1043]

Daniel's Crush:

Joey, Daniel, Boba, Wim, Fern, and Katooni were playing a game of soccer in the school yard.

Daniel was the goalkeeper for Joey's team but his focus kept being broken.

"Danny watch out!" Joey called.

Daniel was brought back to reality by the ball hitting him hard on the head.

The others rushed over.

"Danny, you alright?" Joey asked helping Daniel up.

"Yeah I'm good." Daniel nodded.

"What happened out there, you never miss a queue?" He asked

Daniel didn't awnser and Joey saw he was looking ahead completly unfocused, confused he waved his hand in front of Daniel's face.

He looked over at the fieid and saw Sami sitting nearby reading.

She looked up and smiled.

"Hey Danny." She waved.

Daniel was brought back to reality with a gasp.

"Oh, I was gonna say hi but I...see you later." Daniel stuttered surprised as his rocket boots suddenly activated and he began floating upwards.

"Ooh, I know what's going on here." Joey grinned tugging Daniel back down.

"Daniel's under some kind of magic spell?" Fern asked confused at how weird he was acting.

"Yeah, that our pal Daniel has a crush on that girl." Joey said.

"Wha...Sami, no Fern is right, probably a magic spell." Daniel said though the blush in his cheeks betrayed the lie.

Katooni gasped.

"Oh my gosh, Danny is in love, that is soo adorable, you are sooo adorable!" Katooni cooed.

"I am not adorable, I'm serious and formidable." Daniel protested striking a fighting pose.

"awww!" Katooni and Fern both exclaimed not fooled at all.

"I just don't know how to tell her." Daniel admitted sadly.

Joey put a hand on Daniel's shoulder.

"We'll help you out little bro, won't we?" He asked looking at the others who nodded in agreement.

"Right, well from my experience with girls you gotta play it cool, be confident, and you've gotta look like nothing can make you afraid." Joey said.

"Does that really work?" Daniel asked a little nervous at the idea of just marching up to her.

"I'm dating Katooni aren't I?" He asked.

"Good point." Daniel nodded.

He saw Sami get up and followed awkwardly resulting in him tripping over his own feet and falling over.

"Hey Danny, how are you?" Sami asked brightly.

Daniel blushed madly and cleared his throat getting to his feet.

"Oh you know me babe, just chilling, playing it cool, see you on the flip flop." He said in a deep voice.

"Ok." She smiled before getting up and walking off.

Daniel sighed and went over to the others.

"Don't say it." He said.

"Soryy but that was terrible little bro." Joey said.

"Come over to mine after school and we'll chat Danny." Katooni said.

Later:

Katooni and Daniel were sitting on Katooni's couch, a plate of cookies and a mug of tea and a mug of hot chocolate sitting on the table.

"If you want to know what a woman likes, talk to a woman." Katooni said.

"That's great, where can I find one?" Daniel asked.

"I'M A WOMAN! I'M REFINED AND ELEGANT LIKE A DELICATE FLOWER YOU JERK!" She hollered.

She smiled sweetly.

"Now as I saying women like romance and chivalry like in the movies." She said before putting on a rom com.

Daniel listened to the movie making a few notes.

By the end of it he had a page full of notes and Katooni had been staring at the hero character for the last 15 minutes without blinking.

When the credits rolled she paused it and looked at Daniel.

"Was that any help?" She asked.

"I think so, thanks Katooni." He smiled.

The next day Daniel came over to Sami.

"Hi Danny." She smiled.

"Oh Sami, thou art thy most prettiest sight I hath ever laid my ever, your voice is like a pretty...voice." Daniel said putting on a fake accent.

Sami arched an eyebrow in confusion.

"And looking into your sweet golden eyes...it's like looking into a pair of...eyes." He finished lamely.

Sami simply walked over confused.

"Danny." A voice said.

Daniel jumped surprised and saw his tutor and favourite teacher Mr Lloyd looking at him.

"Mr Loyd...how much of that did you see?" He asked.

"All of it." Mr Loyd said simply.

Daniel sighed.

"Look, you want my help?" Mr Lloyd asked.

"You? But you're my tutor." Daniel said confused.

"Yes but in a a situation this dire the bro code trumps the tutor thing." Mr Loyd said.

"Okay." Daniel nodded.

Well it's valentines tomorrow right, so do something simple like take her on a picnic, you've got to simply be yourselves, and for everyone's sake lose the accent." Mr Loyd said.

Daniel nodded.

"Thanks Mr Loyd." Daniel nodded.

"No problem kiddo." He smiled.

The next day:

Daniel was pacing in the kitchen when Joey came in.

"Hey little bro, you excited for your date?" Joey asked.

"It's not a date." Daniel said blushing madly.

"Yeah sure, but anyway are you okay, you nervous?" He asked.

"Nervous...I'm absolutely terrified." Daniel laughed.

Joey just smiled and squeezed Daniel's hand.

"Hey you're a nice kid, and Sami knows that, like Mr Loyd said just be yourself and nothing can go wrong." Joey encouraged.

"Thanks big bro." Daniel smiled.

Joey's phone pinged.

"Ooh Katooni and I are going to see that chick flick at nine, I'd better get ready." He said.

Daniel chuckled.

"Have fun big bro." He smiled.

"You too little bro." Joey smiled before playfully giving Daniel a noggie making him laugh and sqeuel in protest.

That night:

Daniel and Sami were sitting on a blanket in the park the two lying on their backs looking at the stars.

"This is nice." Sami smiled.

"It is." Daniel nodded smiling.

"Thanks for coming." He added looking at her.

"Thanks for inviting me." She smiled looking at him.

Daniel felt himself blushing again as he looked at her, her warm smile, the way her hair blew slightly in the breeze, the way her golden eyes gleaned in the darkness when the moon shone on them.

She noticed him staring and frowned.

"Danny are you okay, you've been acting weird all week?" She asked softly.

Daniel sighed and sat up.

"It's complicated." He said.

She sat up too and smiled reassuringly at him.

"It's okay, just tell me what it is." She said encouragingly.

He sighed.

"The thing is, I've gotten a crush on you lately and I've just been so unsure about how to tell you, you're just so amazing and..."

Daniel was caught off guard when Sami's lips suddenly met his in a warm kiss and all at once Daniel felt both a sense of relief that not only had he finally told her and amazement at how nice this felt, no wonder couples did it.

After a few moments the two pulled away.

"I've had one on you too, I've just had no idea how to tell you." She said.

"Guess we were both in the same boat." Daniel said and Sami giggled.

"I guess so." She smiled.

"So do you wanna you know...do this again?" Daniel asked shyly.

Sami smiled.

"I'd love that." She nodded.

Daniel smiled and the two held hands and kissed again under the moonlit sky.