#oh my god i need to gif molly fuck it all

[radiocity]

THE L WORD | S1E2 I was just wondering if you had those, uh... you know, those– those… sweet little figs?

[mnnuni]

Not just sex

Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: Jay and reader live the evolution of their relationship Warnings: smut Words: 2491 Author's note: I actually don't know if i like the ending and I think there may be some typos, sorry

"I swear to you, the chief's face at that" (Y/N) was practically crying while she told the story "Otis was covered in flour from head to toe, we never understood how it happen"

"Because he's an idiot sweetheart" Hermann said while passing her table and handing her the beer she ordered; she pointed at him "very true, but still"

Jay loved seeing her laughing so much.

"wait wait wait" Adam was chuckling too, "if it was just flour, why did you hear a- how did you said it?"

"a BOOM" she moved her hands to simulate an explosion. She knew he was only asking her to make fun of her, but she laughed at that too.

They were all hanging out at Molly's, as per usual; everyone talking with everyone, about everything, bit (Y/N) could only think of how amazingly blue were Jay's eyes in front of her;

At some point during the evening, (Y/N) send Capp to the smiling blondie across the bar -Lord knew he needed to get laid and that woman was willing on doing it-

Just half an hour later Adam and Kim disappeared too, and they left (Y/N) and Jay alone. The tension was palpable.

They didn't last long like that, swirling their beers through their fingers, looking at each other... (Y/N) hoped noone could notice the true intentions under their eyes, Jay thought they were so obvious with their glances that everyone knew about them and were only waiting for them to confirm anything. Either way, when they got to that point of the night, neither could care less of anything other than each other.

(Y/N) got up to announce she was going to head home but Jay caught her arm, he brought her near him pretending to hug her goodbye to whisper "I'll take you home" and lightly bite her ear; he did it so naturally that noone noticed, but the goosebumps (Y/N) got from just that...

She tried to contain herself, to walk normally through the bar and act like she wasn't going to scream Jay's name in a few minutes but Jay took her hand the moment they stepped out of the bar.

It was so natural.

Too natural. (Y/N) left it and began to walk to the cars, Jay scoffed but was smiling at her.

When they got in Jay's car the air shifted in an awkwardness that didn't belong to them; (Y/N) had a feeling Jay wanted to kiss her and couldn't comprehend why he wasn't doing it. Jay really really wanted to kiss her, but maybe rushing things wasn't a good idea: he didn't want "just sex" with her, and she had to understand it.

Jay leaned over and turned the radio on, "oh my God I love this song" (Y/N) beamed and started to sing. She was so fucking beautiful like this: comfortable and happy in Jay's presence. He loved it. At the chorus of the second song, Jay finally put his hand on her thigh. He could practically feel the internal battle that (Y/N) was fighting between giving in or pretend his touch didn't affect her so much. Jay loved this too.

"I have to say, I really want to stay the night tonight"

It was a simple sentence, but from the way he put it (Y/N) knew it was more than that. He didn't say "I want sex and you're the only one who wants it with me" -which (Y/N) swore multiple times that wasn't true and that there was a very long line of women anywhere he was- no, he wanted to let her know that she made him hard with just a look and he couldn't even think to rest his hands from her but was more than happy to just sleep in the same bed if that's what she wanted.

Don't get her wrong, (Y/N) wanted to jump his bones off, but tease him like this was so fun... So she pretended he didn't say anything and kept signing until they got to her apartment.

She kept her act going smiling at him and kissing his cheek as a thank you for getting her home, she got out of the car and started walking to her flat.

It got him the time that (Y/N) arrived to her door to show up, while she was searching for the keys she felt his hands on her waist. "Took you long enough" she looked up at him and finally looked him in the eyes again. Jay didn't let her say anything else, slamming his lips to hers and devouring her on her porch. When she felt his tongue pushing at her lips she couldn't control herself anymore and opened her mouth to let him do whatever he liked. In their little bubble of hands and mouths they forgot where they were and only returned to reality when (Y/N)'s keys fell from her hands and made a noise. The pair got away from eachother, Jay got the keys and opened the door but it was (Y/N) that pushed him inside and blocked him at the door to kiss him again.

Jay pushed her away with his hands on her waist, (Y/N) was ready to have sex on her couch but he had other plans. He lifted her shirt and turned her around, flashing her back to his chest and while he kissed her neck gently and unbuttoned her jeans he guided her to her bedroom.

When (Y/N) turned to look at him, Jay was shirtless too and was pushing her to the bed to make her sit.

He was so handsome.

He left her in her underwear and was gently pushing her legs apart now, he got on his knees and started kissing and biting her thighs. (Y/N)'s breath stopped in her throat when Jay got to her panties, grabbed them with his teeth and proceeded to take them away with his mouth.

He had a wonderful mouth.

"So wet for me". He knew it was only for him, but liked the reminder. (Y/N) settled on her elbows to look at him better but when he finally licked a stripe she closed her eyes and put a hand in his hair. Jay kept licking her up and down until he heard a whimper and knew it was the moment to start sucking on her clit and massaging her lips with his fingers;

"Jay" she breathed out, he was looking at her through his lashes and she clenched at his look. He entered her with both fingers and (Y/N) moaned again; Jay was fucking smirking on her her pussy. When she tightened her grasp on his hair Jay became a hungry man and devoured her all, "please don't stop".

Oh he would never...

(Y/N) was a mess of moans and screams and Jay wanted so desperately to cume with her, but she was the priority now.

"I-I'm" she couldn't resist anymore, "I know baby" a suck "let it all go" a pump of his fingers "cum for me baby" a last lick. And then it all went away because (Y/N) was a panting wreck and Jay was eating her orgasm out until she calmed down.

When she slumped on her back on the mattress Jay slowed down and started to clean her, slowly, gently and kissing every part of her now red pussy.

After he was done he got up, took off his jeans and boxer and lay down with her. He didn't expect to do anything else, he just wanted to be near her and feel her. (Y/N) turned to him and smiled, she got closer and whispered a content "hi", Jay chuckled at her "hi baby".

Looking at him in all his naked glory, after an orgasm, made her want more, (Y/N) bit her lip and got even closer "I want you". Jay thought she was even hotter when she spoke her desire out loud, but he also knew that her pussy's lips were swollen "you sure?", she travelled her hand from his chest to his dick. (Y/N) squeezed his tip making him hiss, "positive".

Jay smiled and turned to her nightstand to pick a condom while (Y/N) kissed his back and caressed his shoulders. When he got back he already opened the package but she stopped him, "what- something wrong?" she shook her head "I want to do it". She already got the envelope in her hands and Jay's eyebrows never shot up so fast, "if-if you're okay with it", Jay seemed to come back to earth "I-I-I- of course!" she smiled "you're so fucking hot" he confessed kissing her again. While they kissed (Y/N) picked the condom and slowly unraveled it on Jay, he moaned in her mouth and swore he never experienced something hotter.

They lay back on the bed and Jay started to grind on her, "don't tease" she hissed and he smiled.

He loved to tease her.

Jay entered at a slow pace, he wanted to feel every inch of her stretch to his dick. (Y/N) wanted to scream from the first instant he started to move, but she put her hand on her mouth to muffle her noises. Jay didn't agree. He put her hands on top of her head and purred in her ears at the sign "I want to hear you while I fuck you". She would definitely moan now.

Jay on top was so good: he kissed her neck and mumbled dirty things in her ears. And he had so much control of his thrusts, he could almost hit her g spot.

But (Y/N) wanted to be in charge too. It was her on top now and she loved how one of Jay's hands was on her hip and the other on her breast, flicking and squeezing her nipple from time to time. When she was on top they both were a mess of moans and grunts because she was able to grind her clit too and Jay loved the sight of her tits so near his face when she jumped up and down. This time (Y/N) swore Jay didn't moan, he said "I love you". She stopped for a second.

Nahh it couldn't be.

"Jay I-" her movements were becoming sloppy, Jay put both his hands on her hips to steady her "I know baby, I know". She couldn't keep it anymore, so Jay pushed her back on the bed and started to thrusts into her so hard they were both screaming. When Jay came he didn't stop until (Y/N) closed her eyes and finally let go.

After some moments he gently pulled out of her and let her breathe. He threw away the condom and got his boxers again; (Y/N) was happily watching him go around in her room to find her "sleeping t-shirt" from the bed. He sat on the bed again and put it on her, kissing every part of her during the process.

"You okay?"

He always asked her after. She always said "more than okay" and then she stretched her arms to him to make him hug her and sleep with her. He didn't need the grabby hands, he would have done it anyway, but Jay loved seeing her so cozy around him.

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Jay Halstead slept so well that night and had a wonderful breakfast with (Y/N) the following morning that he didn't realise what he did up until he heard Adam whisper "I love you" to Kim before she left for a few hours the precinct.

"Oh shit"

Yeah he screwed up big time.

"What?", Adam was already laughing at his face, Antonio was rather concerned instead "what'd you do Halstead?" "I told (Y/N) I love her". He didn't realise what he'd done now either, he was too in shock. Nobody knew about them and he just confessed his love to everyone.

"You did what?" , Antonio's concern shifted to confusion; that seemed to shake Jay to reality "Um-", then they started with the questions "(Y/N) as in (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? The firefighter?" "How long have you two been seeing eachother?" "I knew there was something when-"

"Halstead"

He never thanked God enough for the call from Voight, "Sarge?" "I need you at the 51, Boden already knows what I need, go talk to him", yeah and that's why he didn't thank him.

Adam burst out laughing at Jay's petrified face, "is there a problem, Halstead?" "No Sarge".

He got up and started going like he was doing the walk of shame.

Now Antonio's expression was one of pure amusement.

When he finally arrived at the firestatione, everyone was there. Perfect, he thought, he was gonna embarass himself in front of a platoon of firefighters whithout them even understanding why. He tried to act as cool as possible, asking Severide to see their chief and everything was going smoothly. That was untill he passed Boden's door and saw (Y/N) sat on the couch in the chief's office.

"Ah Detective, I know why you're here", Boden started the search for some documents and Jay could only look at (Y/N); she nodded and saluted him with a short "detective" and a smirk.

Jay wanted to be swallowed by the abyss of the Earth.

Boden handed him two folders and thanked him for the help his unit was giving him to... something- he didn't really listen to anything other than his thoughts.

"Can I talk to you?" he asled (Y/N) when he was sure Boden had finished. She was rather confused but agreed nonetheless; (Y/N) led him to the lockers to be sure of have some privacy. She sat on a bench and he sat next to her, (Y/N) couldn't understand why Jay wasn't looking her in the eyes...

She took his hand to shake him from the visible spiral he was getting himself into and made him look at her.

Three seconds had passed, only three seconds and Jay exploded just because he finally looked at her "I love you"

(Y/N) felt the world stopping, the floor under her feet collapsing and the sky opening.

HE WHAT?

"I'm sorry, I imagined saying it in other circumstances but just before coming down here I realized I actually told you yesterday- which is even more terrible, I am so sorry, telling such a thing while you're on top of me is so... but it slipped and now that i saw you I couldn't wait anymore because I-I feel like I ruined everything"

(Y/N) couldn't decide if she was going to cry or laugh at his face.

"You love me?"

Jay wanted to crawl on the floor and never see the light again, but then he saw her tearing eyes and little smile of amusement and breathed a sigh of relief; "yes, (Y/N). I love you so much"

Yeah now she was crying for real.

She jumped at his neck and kissed him with an emotion he though he never felt.

"I love you Jay Halsted".

[equallyshaw]

that one hurt | trevor zegras

zegras x oc hughes.

warnings: angsty, swearing, self doubt, and self belittling in a way. but, sweet ending (:

word count: 2.1k (longer than i anticipated lol)

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molly hughes, older twin sister to jack, glared at trevor as soon as he walked in and slammed the front door. trevor did not acknowledge her after the loss that evening between them and dallas stars. she crossed her arms as she leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as he walked right past her and to their bedroom. she sighed, cleaning up the rest of the kitchen after baking some cookies and heard trevor walk back in. he was going on and on about a harmless habit she did, "how many times do i have to fucking tell you about this shit? huh?! jesus fucking christ." he screamed at the girl. she froze in her spot, as trevor grabbed his keys from the counter and slammed the front door again. her hands quickly covered her mouth, as she let out a sob. she'd never been yelled at like that before, in her entire life. she'd made sure she was always in peoples good graces and always put the needs of others before her own needs and wants. she felt betrayed and felt as if her whole being had been stripped.

she quickly made her way over to the bedroom and grabbed a bag, throwing clothes and a bag of toiletries in there. she had one place she wanted to be and one place only.

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molly pulled up to the townhouse alex had gotten in santa monica, and she saw alex sitting on the front step waiting for her. he stood up as she turned off the car, meeting her to grab her bag and give her a hug. he rubbed her back softly, as she cried into his shoulder. alex looked to molly as a sister and was beyond pissed at trevor, and was ready to tear him a new one if one of her brothers hadn't already gotten to him yet. alex took the bag from the back seat and let her walk inside first. "im-im sorry for just barging in like this, al. i didn't know where else to go." she said sighing as she made her way to the kitchen. "don't mention it molls, you're family. im always gonna be here for you." he said smiling and pulling her in for another hug. he kissed the top of her head, as she calmed down a bit more. "did you tell your brothers?" he asked softly and he felt her shake her head. "nah...you know one of them would be flying out here even if they have practice or a game tomorrow.." she said giggling just a bit. alex knew that to be true. "well good thing i dont have work tomorrow so lets make some pizza and watch the office?" he grinned, pulling back and heading to the freezer. "frozen pizza session? dont have to ask me twice." she hummed preheating the over and taking out two pans. the two worked in unision, opening the pizzas and placing them on the cooking sheets to go in. "do you have any seltzers?" she quesitoned opening the fridge and saw her favorite brand, "oh would you lookey here." she grinned taking it out and opening it. "its like you knew i was coming." she hummed chugging just a bit. "well if i didnt have it, we all know youd chop my head off." and she saluted him with a knowing smile.

the two spent the night watching the office and finished off both pizzas and molly with a few seltzers. the two passed out on the couch for what seemed like hours before molly awoke to her phone ringing with her brothers contact popping up. "hello?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and seeing the sun begin to rise. "oh thank god you're ok!" jack said rubbing his tired eyes and molly heard luke sigh in the background. she looked over at alex who was sound asleep and she headed over towards the first floor powder room. she turned on the light, chuckling to herself as she saw just a tiny bit of tomato sauce on her chin. "wanna tell me why you turned off your 360 location missy?" jack demanded and molly rolled her eyes. "you have us worried sick - not to mention mom and dad calling us at 2 am asking if we had heard anything and then you've got trevor als-" she cut him off, "oh he was worried as to where i was? im sure he could give two shits jack." she said pinching the bridge of her nose and sitting down on the covered toilet. "whats that supposed to mean?" he asked taken back a bit, "maybe you should call your so called bestie back and asked what he said to me last night and see if you can put the pieces together as to why i turned my location off and left the house." she spat, and heard jack whispering to luke to call him. "he said something that really hurt me jacky and i-i had to leave. im with alex, im ok. i proimse, im just very upset with trev." she said softly, her lip quivering. "oh lovey, im sorry. what did he say? just so i know what to scream at him." he added the last part, causing her to giggle just a bit. "um-- its stupid." she hummed, trying to downplay the situation. "lovey it cant be that stupid if it made you turn off your location so nobody could find you and it cant be that stupid if it made you go stay with alex. just tell us molls." luke said butting in and molly sighed.

"i just have a weird habit and i knew trevor was in a bad mood and i did it anyways and so its my fault that he blew up at me. its my fault he screamed at me." she said feeling a few tears fall out. "he yelled at you?" jack said in disbelief. trevor didn't have a bad bone in his body, when it came to molly. he looked at her as if she hung the stars and the moon, and never had any inkling to hurt her. "that son of a bitch." jack breathed as he took lukes phone from him and marched into his bedroom. "there is no reason why he should have yelled at you loves. none. i don't care if he was angry or upset at the game, he shouldn't have screamed at you. don't make yourself feel as if it was your fault. we all have our habits, and knowing you its a dumb one and one that did not warrant his outburst." luke said trying to comfort his sister. molly nodded, "thanks lukey. its just, nobodys ever yelled at me before like that." she whispered and luke's heart broke. he knew how sensitive she was and how hard she worked to make sure nobody ever got upset with her. "damn he's really going in on trev right now." luke said hearing the shouting coming from jack's room. "oh lovely, well im gonna go back to sleep. its 5 am luke, yall are nuts for calling me." she giggled and luke chuckled. "goodnight lovey, sleep tight." and she thanked him.

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it was around 11 am when alex and molly heard a knock on the front door, and mollys eyebrows crinkled. she sipped her coffee, before digging back into her sandwich while alex went to go see who it was. "seriously?" she heard alex's lack luster enthusiasm, "i know shes here. i want to see her." she heard trevors familiar and ever recognizable voice. "listen man, i dont really feel like yelling at you right now so please just leave." alex said and trevor wouldn't budge. "the three of them have already screamed at me and picked me apart for the better part of the morning. please, i dont need anyone else to add to that." trevor said with a hint of exhaustion in his voice. molly sighed, walking towards the front door and stood next to alex, "its fine al." and alex nodded and eyed trevor before he walked back into the kitchen. "outside. now." she said pulling the door shut behind her. "what the fuck do you want trevor?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. she saw his under eyes darker and exhaustion in his eyes, and the look of pure regret and guilt written across his features. "im so sorry molls, i really am. there is no excuse for what i said or did and especially me leaving. i shouldn't have left and i shouldn't have said what i said. you know that i didn't mean it lovey, please. tell me what i can do to get your forgiveness?" he asked pulling her in close by the hips. "first off, you can take your hands off of me." she said pulling them off of her, "and secondly, you can leave. im not ready to speak to you yet. you hurt me trev, that one hurt. especially since you know its the most harmless habit of mine." she said setting her boundary.

trevor knew it would be hard to get her forgiveness, but he was also happy that she was setting boundaries because he knew that her being her, it was hard to do. even though it hurt him, he understood why she was. "nobody has ever yelled at me like that before. and i will not allow it to become a norm in it either." she said taking a step back. "so please, just go. ill talk to you when im ready." she said and trevor nodded softly, a lump forming in his throat. "alright lovey." he said taking a step in front of her, and placing a soft kiss on her temple. "ill be at home waiting." he said looking into her green eyes, and she nodded watching him leave.

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it was two days later and alex was off for a small road trip, so as molly hugged alex goodbye she decided she did not want to be alone and lonely in the house. she cursed herself at 'caving' quicker than she liked but trevor was also her person, she missed him. over the past 48 hours she thought about the situation, thought about what she wanted to say to him and she ran it over with alex who supported her wholeheartedly. she drove down from santa monica to newport, and savored the hour and a half driving down the coast with some alred's coffee. she pulled up around 2:30 in the afternoon and saw trevor outside with jamie, pulling their surfboards off of trevors car. good, molly thought. hopefully a surfing session did some good and helped him refocus. jamie smiled widely as trevor walked passed him, once he saw molly's car pull in front of the townhouse. trevor turned around to shut his car door and saw molly's car parked, and quickly made his way over towards it. "molls?" he called out and molly rounded the back of the car, coming face to face with the hockey player. shes smiled sweetly and then waved towards jamie, who just like trevor still had their wetsuits on. "ill be inside, im gonna go get settled." she said softly to trevor as she walked passed. "call me later if you wanna get dinner." jamie said to trevor and trevor nodded and jamie left. the hockey player quickly jogged inside, looking for molly.

she stood in the doorway of their bedroom, cream hydrangeas in a crystal vase sat tall on her bedside table. a new joan malone candle stood in front of it, and saw a small card with them as well. she smiled softly, walking over towards it setting her bag on the bed. she opened it, and sat down on the bed. the letter contained everything that trevor could never get out on his own, the letter explained everything that he wanted to say but knew he'd be too flustered to say it correctly and in the way he envisioned. trevor paused at the door and saw that she was reading the letter he had written once he'd gotten back from santa monica. molly's lip quivered, and she looked up towards trevor. he quickly found himself kneeling in front of her, grabbing hands that reached out for him. "youre not losing me trev, i promise you that. i love you way too much trev, youre pretty much stuck with me for life." she hummed, giggling a bit. he smiled widely pulling her in for a kiss. his hands softly grasped her cheeks, pulling her closer. after a few seconds, they pulled apart before going in for more.

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[bellewintersroe]

Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC Mer&Der trope… Part 1.

For all those who’s seen Greys Anatomy you’ll know exactly how Meredith& Derek got together and that’s gonna be the trope for this story. If you haven’t seen Greys then it’s fine, but OC is a celebrity hired as a reporter during the Grands Prix of 2021. Anyway, I won’t spoil anything further…

AN- I tried to use the name Molly Ashley as the OC name but because I’m so used to writing OC as Jenny or Jennifer that I kept slipping up so just stuck to that, but altered it to Jenna just to switch it up, so if there’s any errors that’s why!!! (Was going to use Belle my real name but it kinda made me cringe). warnings - mentions of sex, maybe a slow start, nothing too graphic… yet. Excuse my lack of F1 knowledge I’m trying my best lmao

“Ahh there she is!” Ted Kravitz, the infamous F1 grid walk reporter exclaimed, grinning as I hurried in, panting desperately as I scurried into the room. “Sorry, I had to run!” I placed both hands on my knees, holding the papers I’d sprinted back to my hotel room to gather before making it back here in a record time of six minutes. I’d run for six minutes flat- and I hadn’t run a singular meter since secondary school. 20 year old me was aging bad.

“Almost beat a world record there!” Oh my god, Jenson fucking Button was stood right in front of me and I was practically wheezing for air. Not to mention I was violently hungover from last nights party. Sky reporters and the crew went a lot harder than I ever could have imagined…

“Hello! Sorry, I’m so out of breath.” I stood up straighter, shaking his hand as I handed over the papers to once of the producers who needed them. “It’s lovely to meet you! I’m Jensen” He laughed as I attempted to laugh back, but it just came out as a breathless wheeze. “I’m Jenna!” I managed to speak as he smiled, patting my upper back. “I’ll let you die in peace.” “Not just yet! Are you ready to interview some drivers, Jen?” Lisa, the woman who hired me headed over. She was like the CEO of F1 reporters for Sky, I didn’t know how it worked, but I was bloody glad she was here to guide me. “Just about.” I managed to stand up straighter. Nicole, the makeup artist, and Sebastian, the hairstylist, both headed over to touch me up- something I found myself enjoying a little too much. These people made me look better than anybody I’d ever had done my hair or makeup, I was starting to rely on them to make me look human, especially after last night.

“Well your first up with Max Verstappen, he was second to Lewis in Bahrain, will definitely be pushing for first today.”

“Oh yes! I know Max.” I waved my hand, I’d befriended Max two nights ago when all the drivers were out. “Yeah, Max and Charles looked to have a lot of fun with you the other night.” Lisa teased. Long story short, we’d taken one too many shots and Max Verstappen had thrown up over the side of a bridge into an Italian canal below. Classic.

Knowing my first interview ever was just with Max was reassuring. It made it all way less intimidating, even if the interview didn’t go so smoothly, it was entertaining and that’s exactly what I was hired for. “If you win how are you gonna celebrate?” I asked, holding the mic towards him. “You know exactly how!” Max began cracking up as I attempted to hold back my laughter. “Did you know your sky presenter can drink men under the table?” He slung an arm around me, tugging me to face the camera directly. I gasped and instantly began speaking again. “Well good luck today Max!! Wishing you all the best!” He laughed out loud as I changed the subject abruptly. “Thank you!” He laughed giving me a quick hug, “and you’ll be out tonight, yeah?” He asked as I nodded. “Sure.” “Hopefully not sneaking off with-“

“Oh, no, no, no!” My eyes widened, preventing him from finishing that sentence. Last night I’d got home with a man- another driver to be precise. It seems news spread quick amongst drivers and the grid. Max smirked and gave my one last goodbye before I moved on to interview a couple more celebrities lined up on the grid, waiting for the race to start. Interviewing random people there was far more easier than the drivers, when it came my time to head back over to where Ferrari were preparing on the grid I felt my chest tighten.

“Uh, Lisa, who’s my next interview with?”

“Well, just grab whoever you can, you’ve been doing so great at that so far, but next you are interviewing…” she scrolled down on her phone screen. Whilst I awaited her answer, I felt my heart rate increase, as if the hungover palpitations weren’t enough, this was giving me full blown anxiety. My eyes scanned over the grid, seeing two men dressed in their red Ferrari gear, it seemed they were awaiting me, looking over in the distance. Charles Leclerc and-

“Carlos Sainz!” Fuck! Simultaneous to Lisa saying his name there was a quick. “Yes?!” Following this, a body appeared besides mine and I was momentarily breathless, Carlos Sainz. The exact man I’d slept with only 12 hours prior and woken up next to in bed this morning. A series of flashback swept through me followed by a serious swooning as my eyes gazed up to the taller man. A pair of his dark eyes met my own gaze, and I saw him physically react. Eyes widened, mouth slightly parted. His gloved hand moved up to touch his chest, I wondered if his heart had leapt the exact same way mine had? “Carlos Sainz?!” I took a deep breath, forcing a smile as I remembered the cameras were rolling. “Hola!” He greeted, surprise lacing his tone, he hesitated slightly, waiting for my reaction before moving closer and greeting me to a kiss either side of my cheek. I gulped at the contact, the close proximity wafting the scent of his cologne, the exact same one that was plastered over my pillow cases. Double fuck! He was somehow even sexier now I was sober! “Jenna Ashley.” He laughed a little breathlessly as I remembered, judging by the flag on his front, he was Spanish. Duh. “Hola.” I giggled, knowing my face was just as vibrant as his uniform. I could feel Lisa eyeing me up from the sidelines of the interview.

“¿Hablas español?” (Do you speak Spanish?) he asked immediately, eyebrows perking, he seemed slightly nervous, unable to hold eye contact. I didn’t know if that was the awkwardness from the fact the man was quite literally inside of me last night.

“Uhhh, un poco. Pero hablemos en ingles o no les gusto.” (a little, but let’s talk in English or they wont like me). I slowly translated, glancing back to the clueless cameraman and Lisa. I think that made sense, my nerves mixed with my limited Spanish probably made me speak like a child. Carlos laughed in response, rubbing his hands on his uniform. I then went through a series of questions, finding it hard not to giggle with him right in front of me. I was reduced to the behaviour of a school girl. “How are you gonna celebrate if you win today? Or if you don’t win?!” “Any way possible… now there’s no COVID restrictions!” He inhaled excitedly. “Sounds good to me.” I glanced back at the camera, feeling his eyes lingering over me.

“Thank you, Carlos, it’s been a pleasure, good luck for today! I wish you the best.” I laughed, barely being able to maintain eye contact with him as his plump lips stretched into a happy smile. God, he was perfect, tanned skin, Spanish accent, insanely nice, polite, perfect mop of hair, and don’t get me started on those eyes, he had me swooning like I was straight out of a cartoon. “Gracias… thank you.” Carlos nodded down to me and the camera as I flashed him a small smile, stealing another glimpse at him through my eyelashes as he cleared his throat slightly once the camera was turned away. I could feel his eyes burning holes into me, I couldn’t tell if he was checking me out or if he was entirely baffled by the situation. I swallowed the lingering anxiety I felt, tensing my jaw at the thought of him scanning over my face. “Good luck.” I then flashed him another smile to combat the awkwardness as he stepped a little closer. “N-no sabia que ibas-“ (I did not know you were going-) he stammered, but his words fell short when I was being ushered onto my next interview. “I promise I’ll let you mingle afterwards! I’m sorry!” Lisa apologised, attempting to move me on. I turned back up to Carlos, opening my mouth but my words fell short. When we made eye contact once more I felt the butterflies in my stomach, the cliche way my heart jumped, and that knot in my chest tightening. It was all happening at once. “Good luck again!” I politely nodded as he offered me another genuine smile, eyes lingering over my face, as though he was trying to analyse my features. Pffft, it wasn’t like he didn’t have chance to do that last night. Talking about last night… my mind roamed back to the events of the night before, clouded from the mix of alcohol and sex that plagued my mind.

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- I’m Here To Stay Pt3

Watching Kelly leave YN's only elevates her heart rate making her feel super dizzy to the point that she spent the night in the bathroom throwing up and nearly passing out.

The following day YN was supposed to be helping out at Mollys with the books, but when she doesn't arrive after an hour he asks Gabby if she has heard anything from her. Kelly is sitting at the bar as well nursing a beer

"Kelly maybe you should go a check on her?" Gabby asks

"I'm good"

"Ok what happened last night?" Gabby crosses her arms looking at the man

"How could you keep this secret from me?" Gabby sighs

"I only found out yesterday. I told her to tell you. I'm guessing she did?"

"Not exactly. I saw the texts and phone calls on her phone. I wasn't snooping, but it buzzed and so I looked. God I was so stupid to think I had found a decent girl"

"What are you talking about?" Gabby asks "she's kind and loving"

"Yeah a bit to loving" Kelly huffs crossing his arms

"What are you talking about. If you saw the texts then you know she's telling the truth"

"That's the problem Gabby. Reading 'baby I miss you, can't wait to see you again' just proves she's cheating"

"Cheating?!" Gabby shouts "she's not cheating you idiot. That's her crazy ex texting her and phoning her and you've left her alone all night and her ex said that he can't wait to see her again meaning he may know where she lives" Kelly's head shoots up

"Fuck" he gets up and runs out of the bar to his car and drives to YNs.

Kelly bangs on the door but when she doesn't answer the worst is going through his head. Lifting up the mat outside her door he takes the keys that he knows that are always there. Nervously he unlocks the door, hoping he will just find her asleep. He opens up the door and runs around her place looking for her, then he sees the bathroom door open and her legs on the floor

"YN?" Kelly runs to the bathroom and finds her on the floor, barley conscious with vomit in the toilet bowl "hey hey hey, stay awake ok. Stay with me" with shaking hands he called his friend April asking what to do. She phones Will who arrives in no time at all, just ask Kelly lays YN down on his couch

"What happened?"

"I don't... I thought she was cheating so I basically broke up with her, but he said she wasn't feeling well yesterday and... shit this is all my fault" Kelly paces up and down while Will listens to YNs heartbeat

"Ok well I don't like how slow her heart rate is and also she's going to rather dehydrated. I'd like her to go to Med"

"Oh god" Kelly continues to pace back and forth

"Kelly I need you to calm down before you also need to go to Med" Will says.

Within an hour YN was at Med on a drip and more alert that she was before. Kelly walks through the room door

"Im so sorry YN. I should have just listened to you last night, I shouldn't have left you last night. This is all my fault"

"Kel.." YN sighs

"No YN I'm sorry. You shouldn't forgive me, if anything you should yell at me to leave"

"Im not going to do that Kelly. Come here" slowly Kelly walks over to YN and gingerly sits on her bed "I get how it might have looked"

"But I should have listened to you"

"Yes you should, but I should have also told you what was going on. I was scared that you'd leave me, that you wouldn't want to deal with my heart and then the ex"

"You don't have to worry about that because if you'd let me then I'm not going anywhere" Kelly takes YNs hand and gives it a kiss making YN blush "I'd like to try us again"

"I'd like to as well" YN smiles at Kelly.

Months pass and YN finally gets her awaited operation, although she will always have to have checkups she is doing much better having less dizzy spells. Kelly and YN are finally official and are very much in love with one another.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Succession Finale Thoughts.

Oh boy. I can't lie... that was the worst possible ending for me. Genuinely quite gutted.

- I HATE Tom I'm so MAD. all he has done is lie and manipulate all behind this dopey man act oh my lord I can't stand him

- Roman... oh Roman. I personally think he's had it the toughest out of the siblings. It's repeatedly insinuated that Logan only hit Roman (which I don't believe, I think Ken got hit too, but anyway). Roman is a kicked puppy who seeks abuse as a form of love. So the fact that he got out... that made me happy. I'm so glad he's out. He's gonna break the cycle for himself.

- That hug scene was fucking heartbreaking. I think Roman was pushing himself into Ken's shoulder, and Ken was pulling him in tighter. But God, that was brutal.

- I don't believe any of these theories that Shiv 'did what she did to save Kendall'. No she didn't. She did what she did as a selfish move. She knows she can't be in charge, so she's worked her way into the next best thing. She was very happy to backstab her brothers for a place in GoJo. She knows Kendall wouldn't give her the time of day if he was CEO.

- Shiv's reasoning for voting no for Kendall being 'I don't think you'd be good at it' is bullshit and really pissed me off. We all know that out of the siblings, Kendall would make the best CEO by far.

- AND Shiv using the waiter as a bargaining chip?? The fuck was that?? I feel like she doesn't love Ken anywhere near as much as he loves her, I don't know. I feel like he needs his siblings more than they need him, but especially Shiv. She was looking at him so coldly... not an ounce of love in that board room.

- Kendall. My Kendall :(. He doesn't have a purpose anymore. Getting out and being free of Waystar is a good thing for sure, but he's not gonna see it like that way for a long time, if ever. And the water shot at the end... I wouldn't be surprised if he jumped. Colin wouldn't let that happen, but honestly... it wouldn't be a shock.

- but the KENSTEWYS WON!! "You like pancakes and waffles and you kiss guys on molly." Kendall was the guy, we all know it. Jesse threw that in there for us and I appreciate it. Bisexual Stewy Hosseini you are my king and I worship you. Team Ken, baby!

Overall... kinda disappointed. Which sucks, because this season has been incredible. Maybe my hatred for Tom is just blinding me, but... I don't know. I knew our siblings weren't ever going to truly win. And at the end of the day, none of them have really lost... they're all billionaires with questionable morals.

The real winners are Jess Jordan, Rava Roy and Stewy Hosseini. Jess got her bag and left, Rava is living life upstate with her kiddos, and Stewy likes pancakes and waffles and kissing guys on molly <3

Please share your thoughts with me - feel free to agree or disagree!! Tell me your opinions!!

[icedmetaltea]

"how dare you indulge me talking about ocs" WELL I WANT TO KNOW I like talking about and learning about ocs NOW GIVE ME 10 FACTS ON ALLIE AND MOLLY OR I WILL do nothing

FINE you've FORCED me u meanie

(5 for molly 5 for allie)

Molly and Allie first meet on some beach Molly always walks down on her way to the college she teaches at. Everybody in the area knows to avoid it cause reasons so she's trying to explain to Allie, this apparent tourist (which they haven't had in like 50 years what the hell is going oN) that they should maybe definitely not be here while trying to not be late bc she'd already been like 5 other times that week cause she easily gets sidetracked and doesn't wanna lose her job lol

She has a huge family (also plot reasons) and since she has so many younger siblings/nephews/nieces she's much more willing to put up with Allie's constant cold shoulders

As she's trying to get to know Allie she eventually starts wearing hoodies and stuff he might wear to sorta fit in better so to speak (it doesn't work sadge)

She needs so much therapy, so much fucking therapy oh my gods

I'd never make a comic about it cause that'd be wayyy too much work and I can't draw but I like to think if I did there'd be a little counter above her, always somewhere on the page, counting down till the flood (it's its whole thing and even I don't know how it works)

Allie almost exclusively wears sneakers just cause

He has that atrocious haircut (at least at the beginning of the timeline) cause back a couple years he tried cutting his own hair since he wanted it to be short but his mom found out and um. There was a certain incident with scissors.

He was friends with a ghost as a (younger) kid, pretty sure I mentioned this cause it's plot-relevant but said ghost lived under the stairs at his apartment

He was friends with some other teens in universe A (or is it B?? I have them mixed up at this point) who essentially abandoned them the moment they disappeared. He rlly needs to get better at choosing friends 😭

He is (or was, again depending on where he is on the timeline) the son or rather "daughter" (hate misgendering him but he doesn't figure out all that till later) of a top government official who may or may not be incredibly corrupt

Bonus fact: Molly makes incredibly good homemade sea salt ice cream

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 52

Another serious NEED to know what's gonna happen has gripped me all this past week and I've REALLY been trying to avoid spoilers across the board ... seriously, these major shakeups are EXHAUSTING ...

But FINALLY ... answers ...

OMAR!!! OMAR'S IN THE STUDIO!!! HELLO CUTIE!!! I love that corgi guys, I love him so much ... awwwwww ... he's ALREADY causing chaos and I love it ... and Ashley cooing over him is just the cutest thing. :3

Sam: "Sometimes we do GOOD things!" Yeah, and we love you guys for it.

HALF of Bells Hells indeed ... oof ... seriously guys, NOW WHAT?!!!

Wait ... WAIT!!! Where are the others? Where are Marisha and Liam and Taliesin? AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Mercer why are you doing this to us?

Fearne: "What do I smell like?" WAY to give the werewolf ideas, Calloway!

What? WHY does she have to roll a D100 to message Laudna? Oh ... WHAT?!!! FUCK!!! 6 points of psychic damage? Even halved ... oh, that is just CRUEL ...

FCG tries instead ... DID HE roll better? Oh no ... no, it doesn't work either ... oh gods no ... no no no ...

Whoa ... so their magic DOES still work, then ... but does FCG's goddess magic work now? Is the Changebringer still okay? Can he still contact her? Hmmmm ... this is so worrying ...

Oh, so he CAN still use Guidance? Phew ...

The Crystalsands Tundra ... so they ARE in Wildemount! Oh shit!

FCG: "Is it always cold like this?" Chetney: "Oh yeah, it's always pretty ... it's pretty titty!"

Yeah, Ashton has the hole ... why? What do they need?

No Taste of Tal'dorei pot-holder ... yeah ...

She's trying to contact Laudna AGAIN ... shit ... I saw that coming but it was still painful.

Fearne: "What if we're the last ones?" No, really, don't go there, kid ...

FCG tries to cast sending to DORIAN ... oh yeah, that's smart ... BOLLOCKS!!!

More sexy scars for Chet then ... XD

This is all really making me so uncomfortable like back when half the Nein got kidnapped znd then we lost Molly ... PLEASE don't go that way again, I don't know if I can handle it ...

Oh yeah, this place is just UNPLEASANT, isn't it?

Shelter ... need some shelter ... ugh, this is so bad ...

Flying, yes, that's a good idea ... except maybe for the windchill factor ... oof ...

A giant shoebill? Awesome, I love those freaky machine gun beaky dinosaur bird things ... XD

Oh yeah, shoebills are cute in a really NIGHTMARE FUEL kind of way ...

Planerider Chetney rides again ... yeah, that went about the way I expected ... XD

Uh oh ... what's THAT under the snow? Oh shit ... are we all sbout to die?

Detect Thoughts? Really? Hmmm ... AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Oh shit! What the fu ... INITIATIVE?!!! ALREADY?!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Travis: "Oh my god! We're gonna die!" Fuck yeah, that is HORRIBLE!!! Laura: "Oh yeah, I would've attacked that right away!" Matt: "Well then roll so you can see if you DO attack it right away!"

It's not a beast? CRAP!!! Fearne can't dominate it! Aaaaahhh!

FCG: "We don't have our people who do the big damage, so WE gotta do the big damage!" 16 doesn't do shit? Oh fuck ... "Shield of Help?" Ye gods ...

A TORRENT OF FREEZING AIR!!! AAAAAAHHH!!! 42 points of cold damage? Holy fuck!

Frozen faces in the ice? Oh my GODS that is fucked up ...

Lightning Bolt! Yes! DO IT IMOGEN!!! BOOSH!!! NINE D6 of damage? Holy fuck ...

Oh yeah, her arm makings ... hmmm ...

Yeah, Turmoil! Always fun! That's sweet! Boom! Bye bye ice arch! Yeah, flames are good right now!

Oh gods, now what?

TWO shapes? Huh? What?

HOLY FUCK, more players ... AABRIA!!! OH MY GODS!!! HELLO!!! THAT IS SO COOL AND SUCH A WONDERFUL SURPRISE!!!

Christian Navarro is an Aeormaton?! Ooooooooh shit! WHAAAAAAAT?!!! With a blunderbus arm! So cool! So this is like a COOL version of FCG, then?

Aabria is a gnome! Cute cute cute ... I love it!

Scorching Ray! Yeah! Do it Fearne! And she MISSES TWICE?!!! Seriously? At least the third hits ... it takes DOUBLE damage from fire? Interesting ...

Oh no no no ... not that ice breath AGAIN ...

Aaaaaah ... FCG's saw ain't doing SHIT! Spiritual Weapon! Okay ... in the form of NICK JONAS?!!! Really? I mean I guess it WILL hurt ...

The best rule of all in D&D IS the Rule of Cool after all ...

MASS HEALING WORD!!! YES!!! DO THAT!!!

Oh yeah, Mass Cure Wounds WOULD work better ... yeah, 30 HP boost to EVERYBODY!!! Sweet!

Fuck! All that healing and FCG just lost essentially ALL OF IT right away! Fuck!

FINALLY that bloody saw hits it! Oof ... at least it's A LITTLE damage ...

Mystery new aeormaton is BADASS!!! Nice! Action Surge? OH!!! So she's a Fighter! Awesome!

A Lightning Bolt THROUGH its head? Oh shit yeah ... please work ... 31 points of damage! Oof! Nice one Imogen!

Sneaky Chetney, sneaky ...

FCG (to Fearne): "Don't hit Nick Jonas!" Fearne: "Magic's a little tricky, no promises!" Oh SWEET!!! HDYWTDT!!! POW!!! Burns the eyes RIGHT OUT of its head! Awesome! So cool!

Yes! They're Friendlies!

Deanna ... oh, wait ... OH SHIT, so she KNOWS Chetney? Wait ... oh yes! WE DO know that name! YES!!! She's his ex! Yes! And she clocks him! Of course she does!

D? D? Oh yes ... yes, D ...

FRIDA. Cool. This is really something.

Chetney: "I was not planning on seeing a romantic person from my backstory!" No shit, Chet! This is like SO awkward ...

Oh yes, how long HAS IT been?

Deanna's a cleric of the Dawnfather? Interesting ... she's LOSING CONTACT with him? That's interesting in a really worrying way ...

Matt's face when they ask if FRIDA has a tongue ... XD

Wait ... how did THAT fit in her pocket? Deanna knits in the same way Chetney does woodwork ... oh, that is so cute ... this is like adorable AND awkward ...

Imogen (in Chetney's head): "You doin' okay?" Chetney: "Help!"

Yeah, camping might be best ...

Race for Guidance ... :3

Wow ... Chetney is just SQUIRMING so badly ... this is so totally my trash right now ... whoa ... Deanna DIED?!!! WHAAAAAAAT?!!!

She was dead for 200 YEARS?!!! That's incredible! Wow ... Deanna's snowflake analogy is so moving ...

FCG (to Deanna): "You have STEW?!!! (to Chetney) Why did you leave this woman?"

Interesting ... FRIDA's story is ... very moving ... and tragic ... oof ... no wonder these two are so attached to each other.

Aabria: "My first whisper!" Awwwwww ...

Removable face plate! Oh! FRIDA's an acronym! Cool!

Oh, the fake legs ... oh boy ... oh gods YES!!! Get FCG some proper legs! Yes!

Ah yes, the big question with Ruidus ... balls, shit roll futzes any great revelations ...

I love how Travis and Aabria are genuinely competing as players as well ... XD

FCG on needing a god to have a purpose ... oof ... this is troubling ...

Ah, the eternal question of how time passes during a campaign ... have they been together weeks, months or YEARS?!!! XD

Matt reminds everyone that exhaustion has hit them all hard, ESPECIALLY Fearne. Fearne: "I'm so tired." LOL

Imogen's so upset snd worried zbout their missing friends. FRIDA plays Imogen's laughter back to her. "Your laughter is beautiful." Awwwwwwww ...

Oh shit ... Imogen's purple magic marks are turning RED?!!! HOLY FUCK!!! Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!" AAAAAAHHH!!!

Till The Last Gasp ... wow ... Matt and Marisha are clearly having a ball chewing the scenery here ...XD

Morning comes ... okay ...

Deanna does a sneaky Death Ward on Chetney while he's still sleeping? Awww ...

Missing Orym's wake-up exercises ... hmmm ... Deanna tries to contact Orym ... hmmm ... oh, so she's just sending feelings of love from his friends to him? Interesting ... and it STILL doesn't work! Fuck! Shit! Fuckshit!

Imogen takes off the Circlet ... OH!!! So there's genuinely static just THERE underneath everything? Now that is REALLY interesting ...

So the new change in Imogen's markings is CLEARLY connected to Ruidus, then ...

A hard day's trek ... yup ... MOSTLY good rolls at least ...

FRIDA picks up on the Death Ward thing ... hmmm ...

FCG's buttcakes are back! XD FOUR additional temporary hit points with a Natural 20? Cool ...

FRIDA CAN DREAM!!! WILD!!!

Fearne: "That's a great idea, two aeormatons just taking on a dream." Hmmm ...

Whoa ... Fearne can cast Pass Without A Trace now! Awesome!

Chetney trying to make nice with Deanna ... hmm ... oh fuck yeah ... that's right ... she doesn't know sbout the werewolf thing, does she? How's she gonna take THAT when she finds out?

Matt, WHY are you making Chetney roll NOW?!!!

Oh shit ... some weird Solstice thing ... fuck ... Chetney's wolfing out! AAAAAAHHH!!!

Oh, there we go. Secret's out ... and Deanna's tripping out over it ... hmmm ...

"Applebee's Solstice"?

Does Imogen have purple tits? Is this REALLY what we're wondering right now?

There's really nothing to actually be afraid of. This is actually pretty par for the course for these guys ..

AAAAAND now it's suddenly gotten very heavy and metaphorical and fundamental on us ... hmmmm ...

Ah yes. The God Eater.

Oh my gods ... has it just accidentally become canon that FCG can SNEEZE?!!!

Imogen rolls super shitty to just LOOK UP INTO THE NIGHT SKY and find Ruidus ... XD

Hmmm ... no sign of Ruidus? What's THAT mean?

Yes. See if you can contact the others through Imogen's dreams. Yes. SMART.

Fearne's coming too ... okay ... here we go ...

Deanna: "Oh, so it's FUNNY that Chetney's called 'puppy'." FRIDA: "If I COULD feel uncomfortable I believe I WOULD."

All right ... dream-based moment of truth ... AND THE LIGHTS ARE GOING RED!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Whoa! The beam is STILL THERE and Ruidus is LOCKED IN PLACE in the sky? Holy fuck ...

People? NOT people? The Reilora? FUCK!!!

Natural 1? Fearne gets BOOTED out of the dream HARD!!!

Earthbind? Crazy ...

Imogen's mental self is just being DRAGGED IN ... this is SO BAD ... can FCG do ANYTHING?!!! Well he tries ...

Fearne just slaps her in the face and screams: "IMOGEN!!! WAKE UP!!!" Holy fuck ... AND IT WORKS?!!! That is SO WILD ...

Greater Restoration? Nice. And that is SUCH a sweet moment between them ...

Wow ... I love how Matt describes what Chetney's left behind is just a "murder trail". Yeah ...

Okay, seriously, FRIDA what the hell are you DOING?!!! Oh ... fuck, actually that's SO SMART ...

Full on internal struggle ... DAMN guys ...

Fuck this is SO tense ... oooh ... the SMELL THING ... again, that's SO CLEVER ... damn, I love what Matt and Travis are doing here right now. Christian too ...

Oh fuck ... did Chris just full on TANK this awesome moment?

ROLL INITIATIVE!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

FRIDA just full on BOLTS, while firing into the air. Okay ... and of course the wolf GIVES CHASE. Oh shit! NO!!! NOT THE JACKET!!!

Damn, that was SUCH a close roll ... and it just goes SO bad ...

FRIDA: "BAD puppy!" XD

Man ... Aabria really is just quietly PANICKING right now ...

Oh yeah, Deanna just starts running RIGHT AWAY, doesn't she? No surprise there ...

Oooh ... Dazing Shot? Nice ... shame it doesn't work ...

Travis: "The shot, plus the taste of this thing is just ... WEIRD ... but it's FUN!" Oof ...

Christian: "I ... amateur, but I need to pee!" XD

Oh wait ... yes .. Chet, fight it ... oh NICE ROLL TRAVIS!!! Is he out of it?

Oh yeah, shame ... I can see that ... this is such a bad mess ...

Yeah, Wild Shape means you're still YOU inside. Which is good.

Channel Divinity? Sweet ...

Oh yeah, Deanna is MAD and I ain't surprised. At least FRIDA can get through to her. KIND OF. Yeah ...

Deanna: "I am being calmed by magic, and I just wanna LOSE MY MIND."

It's true, like I said this is kind of par fir the course with these guys.

Back to camp and back go bed, then.

Matt, you BASTARD!!! "And that's where we're gonna call it s night!" AAAAAAHHH!!!

Oof ... not a BIG cliffhanger, but still ... meanwhile OKAY, but then shattered does that mean for NEXT time?

I enjoyed this, but I still kind if HATE this shole situation ...

[house-of-slayterr]

Poison the Ivies:

Tag: @keffirinne @howl-fantasies @flaysthings

Maggie’s POV:

I stomped into the dinning hall, a place where Oswald frequently held meetings. Four angry sets of footsteps followed shortly after. I walked to the end of the room near the window and began pacing. This was bad, this was really bad. I had five of the scariest people in Gotham upset with me right now. How I was still breathing was a miracle.

“Maggie” a voice called.

I wasn’t sure which one.

“Maggie!” It called louder

I kept on with my pacing, biting at my nails.

“MAGNOLIA BLOSSOM!”

Now that voice caught my attention. Y/N, shit.

“Sit down!” She demanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I was an idiot, not suicidal.

They all stood, staring down at me. It was like they were debating who should speak first. But Y/N as usual took the reigns.

“What’s this Basil was telling me about you lying to us?” Y/N said.

Attempting to sound calm. But you didn’t need to be a genius to know she’s was just one wrong answer away from exploding.

“I can explain.”

“Really? Go ahead then kitten.”

I opened my mouth several times, attempting to think of a coherent answer. But it was heard to think when Victor Zsasz’s eyes were boring into your soul.

“Can you make him stop, he’s stressing me out.” I mumbled.

“He’s stressing you out?” Oswald laughed. “Magnolia, you have someone trying to kill you, Victor is the least of your worries.”

“This is Gotham, everyone’s always trying to kill everyone.” I tried to defuse the situation.

It seemed my humour was not appreciated at this time.

“Why does Ivy want you dead?” Y/N asked.

“What do you told them that but you couldn’t bother to explain the rest?” I glared at Basil.

Fucking snitch, can’t even do his job right.

“Oh no, he did, I want to hear it from you. Explain to me again how you got yourself in this situation.”

“Sorry I was trying to be an adult and handle my own mess. I didn’t want to drag anyone else into my bullshit. I was handling it.”

“Handling it.” Victor scoffed.

I shot him a glare. Not my best idea.

“We’ll that’s the problem isn’t it? You’re just a little girl! And now mommy and daddy have to clean up your mess.” Y/N scolded.

I hated when she talked down to me like I was just some kid. I’m not the naive little girl I was when I first moved here. Before I ever met Y/N and her insane husband. Before I ever got dragged into the underground. Before I ever got blood on my hands.

Though I suppose that wasn’t true. Grodd showed me the truth. He showed me the memories I’d long forgotten of my childhood. The memories I had before Oliver and Thea. Before Slade killed our mother in front of us. Before I ran away from home, making my way to this god forsaken city. And now my mind was clearer than ever.

I was never meant to be innocent, that ship sailed a long time again. And I was tired of pretending I was to keep up this facade. Sure I’m not some hardened criminal. But I’ve seen things, done things nobody should ever have to do. Molly Maddox was a part of me I could never change. She was a part of me that protected me from trauma, therefore making me weak. But that barrier was down now. I was Magnolia Blossom because I wanted to be, not out of survival anymore.

There was no going back to who I was before all this bullshit. That person simply did not exist anymore.

“No.” I simply said.

“I’m sorry, did you just tell me no?” She asked.

I stood up from my chair.

“I’m not gonna let you just waltz in there and take the kill. I’ve worked to damn hard, suffered too much. Ivy Pepper is mine, and I’m going to make her regret every knowing the name Magnolia Blossom. If you want to help, I’m not gonna stop you. But nobody lays a hand on Pepper. I’m done being a scared little girl. You can lecture me about it later.”

The four of them stood there stunned. Basil was holding back a smirk, the edge of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. Oswald was smiling like an idiot, all anger lost in his face.

“So you do have balls after all” Victor said.

“I trained you good.” Y/N smirked.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Standing up to them was possibly the scariest thing I’d ever done. And I’m glad it didn’t backfire on me.

“She’s going to go after Bruce, she needs him for her plan to cover gotham in plant life. Something about a solution that will decompose bodies faster, filling peoples insides with plants until they strangle out your organs and burst out of you.”

Oswald shook his head in disgust.

“She needs my blood to complete the process. Which means she’ll come to get me next. She also has a plan to keep the cops distracted, a love flower than can make the people who come in contact with it obsessed with her. They’ll do anything she wants without question. Vic, Basil, do you think you could stake out the police station to make sure she can’t enslave any of them.”

Basil nodded his head.

“You just want us to babysit your precious little detective.” Victor sneered.

I rolled my eyes.

“Or I don’t want all of Gotham’s police to have their guns trained on me. I know they’re shit shooters but I don’t seem to be very lucky these days.”

“Os, you’re the only person in town other than Selena that she kinda likes, think you could try to distract her?”

“I’m not sure how well that will go, but I’ll do it.”

I smiled. Y/N stood there with her hands crossed over her chest, looking smug as hell.

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to order me around like everyone else?” She raised a challenging brow.

“I’m not ordering anyone. Simply trying to communicate, something you were just yelling at me for not doing less than 20 minutes ago. We all know nobody call tell you what to do.”

“What’s your plan kid?”

“You’re the back up. If I fail, you get to kill when and say I told you so. Sound fair?”

She laughed, a short and crut laugh, throwing her head back.

“I think I like this new you kitten, feisty.”

“No, to wait around and get kidnapped so she doesn’t suspect anything.” I said, as if it was the most normal thing in the whole world.

My siblings would be so ashamed if they saw me now. Oliver might understand more than Thea. He’s had to kill people before, back on Lian Yu. But ever since he met Felicity he suddenly had a new moral compass, against killing his villains. Something about “hero code”, which is utter bullshit. Why lock someone up when you know they’re just gonna break out and kill more people? Just so you don’t have blood on your hands, and skeletons in your closet? Kind of selfish if you ask me.

When I woke up the next day, I was in a different room. Thomas Wayne’s study. I was tied to a chair, but my back felt warm. I turned my head to side to see Bruce passed out in the chair behind me. There was a thin trail of blood on his forehead, he must have put up a good fight. Poor kid. And where was Alfred? I wouldn’t put it past Ivy to try and kill the man, which I desperately hoped wasn’t the case. Bruce was like me, he couldn’t afford to loose anyone else. I’d already lost two sets of parents in my life, I couldn’t imagine losing Y/N or Victor. No matter how much they got on my nerves.

I nudged my shoulder, trying to wake him up. He came too after a few minuetes.

“Maggie?” He asked.

“Hey Brucie. Told you I’d come visit soon.” I joked.

He didn’t find it very funny.

“How’s your head?”

“Throbbing, but I’m fine. Ivy-“

“I know. I know.” I said, trying to keep the boy calm. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan. Just follow my lead and do what she asks, yeah? We don’t need that genius little brain of yours getting bashed in.”

“She told me he plan to use the Wayne toxin, to counter all the damage our company made to the earth. She wants me to pay for what my dad did to all the plants in Gotham.” He said.

“I’m not going to let her lay another hand on you, ok Bruce. Where Alfred?”

“I don’t know, he had some business to deal with. When I tracked his cell it said he was somewhere in the narrows.”

Of course he had a tracker on his butler. It was sort of adorable, how much he cared.

“The narrows?” I asked, more to myself than the kid.

What the hell could Alfred Pennyworth need on the Narrows? To break up the Peace, Ivy entered the room with a few goons to guard the exits.

“Morning sleepyheads.” She greeted.

I rolled my eyes. Always fashionably late with this one. She started monologuing to Bruce, telling him step by step what she was going to do. And how she was going to “save” Gotham. Just hearing her talk made me sick. She had killed Grodd again, after he betrayed her. Saying she no longer needed him for her bigger plan. She’d found a better way to control the population. Which was true, her love concoction was quite potent.

Bruce convinced her that he’d help her finish her serum if she untied us. Smart on the kids part, he was playing up the victim role nicely. She leaned down and gave him a kiss. Which made me extremely uncomfortable to witness. I swore I was about to pull right there. She untied him first, then me with a warning. Bruce and I worked in silence for nearly half an hour. I was able to send him secret messages through the the morse code he’d taught me. Reassuring him that everything was still going according to plan.

I knew if Selena Kyle was anything like me, and she was, she’d come looking for Bruce when he didn’t respond for a while. And his phone had been blowing up on the corner the last hour. I watched silently as she crept in through the window, grabbing on of the goons and taking them hostage. Ivy’s face went from bored to excited.

“Seems like the kitty joined our garden party! Good, now you’ll get to watch him die.”

We were almost finished with the serum, but there was no way in hell I’d let her use it on Bruce.”

I passed Bruce a letter opener and he had my back while I continued working.

“What’s this Maggie, not going to join their little heroine party?”

“It’s pointless Ivy, you’re just going to kill is anyway.”

I tried to act defeated, and it seemed to have fooled the villainess. Between Selena and Bruce they were able to knock out most of the goons, Ivy finally stepping up to play.

“Enough!” She grabbed Bruce by the throat, threatening to dig her nails into his jugular.

Selena froze, and I broke my concentration. It was expected sure; but I wasn’t really willing to call her bluff when Bruce’s life was on the line. I placed the finishing ingredient in the serum. My blood. I cut into my hand and let it fall into the concoction. A sizzling sound filling the air, as a sickly sweet smell filled the room.

“It’s done, Ivy. Put him down. This is between me and you.” I bargained.

She smiled, a Cheshire Cat like grin.

“And we have the perfect little test subject.”

“Let them go Ivy. They’re just kids.” I reasoned.

“But he’s still a Wayne, and she’s just a lowly thief of an ex best friend. Who’s gonna miss her?”

I saw her reach for the special flower pollen she had in her pocket. She was going to enslave them. I had to act quick or my plan would fall apart. And I couldn’t have their deaths on my conscious, worse, actually have to hear Y/N say “I told you so”

“Selena Run!” I yelled.

I threw a book at Ivy’s head, the object distracting her for a second as she let go of Bruce. Selena grabbed his hand and ran. Ivy hot on their tail as she caught her bearings. I was quick to extract some of the serum into a syringe and chase after them. Thankfully the idiot was wearing heals, so I could easily catch up. The kids made it to the bottom of the stairs and we’re headed to the door. I tackled Ivy, the two of us stumbling down the grand stair case. That would surly leave several bruises.

We fought for a minuet struggling on the ground. She used her vines to trap both the kids before they could leave.

“Just give up Maggie. You’re not going to beat me. Your little assassins aren’t here to protect you now.”

I watched as the kids struggled agains the vines. The thorns cutting into their skin lightly. I wasn’t gonna let her win. I couldn’t. I lunged forward, but she easily dodged. Ivy swiped at my face, her claw like nails cutting through my skin and slicing into my left eye. I cried out in pain falling to the ground and holding my face. My vision severely impaired now.

Ivy moved in closer, seemingly ready to admit the finally blow. I mean she had all she needed from me. No reason to keep me alive.

“Any last words?” She asked smugly.

I beaconed her closer. And when she was close enough I plunged the needle into her neck, injecting the liquid.

“Yeah, have fun being plant fertiliser bitch!” I said.

She stumbled back, ripping the needle out of her neck. Her eyes widened in shock. Her control of the vines loosening, as the kids fell to the floor. I quickly scrambled up, running over to them to check them both for any serious injuries.

“We’re fine.” Selena assured.

The door creaked open and I instinctively shoved them behind me. I saw Y/N standing there and relaxed a little.

“You we’re taking too long, I got worried.” She said.

We watched as Ivy stumbled forward, seemingly to try one last time to get what she wanted. Y/N raised he gun to shoot her in the head, but I held my hand up to stop her. She raised a brow at me.

“Wait.” I said.

“If you’re going soft on me now-“

She was cut off when we heard Ivy mutter. “Shit!”

She exploded in a display of viscera and plant matter. I used my hands to cover Bruce’s eyes, and he did the same to Selena. I cringed as the blood hit my face.

Y/N started laughing hysterically, louder than I’d ever heard her laugh before. She wiped down blood off her cheek.

“Holy shit kid, that was brutal.” She laughed. “Come on, to celebrate baby’s first mission, I’m taking the three of you to get ice cream.”

She said. As if we all hadn’t just witnessed something incredibly traumatic. She reached out her hand to help me off the floor. Selena pulled away from Bruce, and despite the blood all over them, I could still see their cheeks flush as they looked away from each other.

“You think maybe we could stop by the hospital first?” I said, pointing to my eye.

She rolled her eyes, breaking into a big smile. She threw her arm over my shoulder.

“I’m proud of you kitten. But you ever do something like this again, I’ll kill you myself”

We followed her out of the house, the police and Alfred being stationed outside. Bruce ran over to give the worried butler a hug. I gave him a weak smile as he mouthed a “thank you” seemingly for keeping the boy alive.

There was an ambulance waiting, and Jim was quick to rush over and get me to sit.

“Shit, Maggie, you looks awful”

“Gee thanks, exactly what a girl wants to hear from her crush.”

He shook his head. “I’m just glad you’re ok.” He said, pulling me in for a hug and kissing the top of my head. I’m pretty sure my heart was beating faster now than when I thought I was going to die. When the paramedics finished the stitches I hopped up.

Basil was leaning against the car, and Zsasz was passed out in the back seat.

“The hell happened to him?” I asked.

“Y/N happened.”

I chuckled. Basil pulled me into a hug and helped me into the car.

A few weeks later:

I was sitting in the ice burg lounge, nursing a drink at the bar, when I heard the click of heels. I turned to see Tabitha and Butch standing there. My face lit up, but I was nervous. Surely they were mad at me. I looked back down at my drink, downing it in one go. I was going to leave, let them have fun. It’s not like they didn’t deserve it.

“Oswald told us what happened.” Butch started.

I halted in my tracks, turning around.

“You really sent us away to protect us?” Tabitha asked, skeptical.

I didn’t blame her. Nobody in Gotham did anything without an ulterior motive.

“You’re my friends.” I said.

Friend was a term that was used loosely in these parts of town. I had to admit, it was really nice seeing them. I was going to leave it at that, but Butch opened his arms. I silent invitation. He was like a big teddy bear. It was funny watching people shake in fear before him, knowing what he was like behind closed doors. An overgrown puppy. I gratefully accepted the hug. Tabitha placed a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s nice to be home.” She said, smiling. “Sick scar by the way.”

She complemented. I was supposed to be wearing an eye patch but I hated how ridiculous it made me look. Butch pulled back to look at it, lightly tracing the claw marks with his fingers.

“You know, I know somewhere you can get a new eye.” He said.

Only in Gotham.

An: remember that episode where Victor was all lovey dovey for Ivy? Yeah that’s what’s happening in their POV right now. Y/N rushes over there to help get her husband back, because he’s not allowed to be obsessed with anyone other than her. She the scolds him and Basil when Vic comes to, and asks Basil why he let this happen. And Basil just shrugs “it was funny”

[simon-x-billy]

Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: February

Chapter 2: The European plug situation

February prompt: Different

AN: Simon x Billy is a slow-burn m/m fic using the first-time-bi trope; turns NSFW (male/male, consensual) beginning tamely at Chapter 7 (July).

Meet my OTP: Simon Lewis, author of a best-selling paranormal book series, who keeps writing himself into his novels; and Billy Delaney, Irish handsome devil and nomadic man of mystery, who chefs internationally; and Italy. It’s sort of like a threesome. Simon x Billy is a slow-burn m/m fic using the first-time-bi trope. TW: References to the pain of being cheated on, bad language, bad humor, puns, Irish-isms, making fun of Americans, massive rewrites.

Read it all: All: on ao3 || Start: January Ch.1 || Next: March Ch.3

Chapter 2: The European plug situation

———/Simon/———

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This is not going the way I planned. I hate it when that happens. I was prepared.

Except for the European plug situation.

First off, my bad. My responsibility, my fault, my dead phone. On day 1, in another country that speaks a language I don’t parlo. Except when I’m having an internal scolding session. Apparently, io parlo Italiano just fine when I least need it. Like when I’m conducting a conversation behind my face. Behind my fucking face. (Whose lip I can feel curling to express distaste and low key angst.)

Ugh. They have to have cell phone chargers at the gift shop. I sigh. Looking around, it’s pretty obvious that this was originally some kind of old, schmancy vacation villa. Something tells me there’s no gift shop. It’s not that kind of hotel. Under my breath I whimper, “Fuck.”

“All right?” It’s Billy. I jump because why is he standing behind me?

I pivot and fix him with my very best suspicious glare. I went to theatre school. Ok, fine, summer camp. Point is, I give good face when needed. This is one of those times, one of those faces. “Jesus! How long have you been standing there, creeper? Were you listening in on my conversation?”

“You mean, the word ‘fuck?’ That was a pretty quiet, short conversation.” He’s grinning at me now.

“Did you go to theatre school?” I clarify, “Like, ever?”

Billy snorts. “No, man. Where’d that come from?”

He’s all good humor and it’s so totally inappropriate, I try willing him to stop. His eyebrow — oh my god it’s humongous wtf — one arches while the other frowns. How does he do that? At least the top half of his face isn’t grinning anymore. That’s progress.

“What?” he demands. “Why’re yeh lookin at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’d like me to feck right off, leaving you alone to realize you’ve not got your room key.” He jangles it at me.

“That would have been the topper to a very shitty day.” Having stopped rolling (not molly - the other kind of rolling), my eyes pop out of my head. Because he has handed me the keys. “Whoa,” I say reverently. “These are sooo cool.”

I have to keep myself from fondling them. “Skeleton keys,” I whisper.

“Glad they cheered you up, man. You were havin a mope there for a while.”

My mope returns. Sort of an exasperation + anxiety x annoyance, to the power of a lingering ache in my stomach that I know from recent experience is a bone deep sadness.

“And now it’s back,” he says. “Whatever’s goin through your head can be moped over later. Mate, you’re in Italy. Yeh haven’t seemed to notice that yet.”

“Is there a gift shop?”

“Sorry, what?” he asks. Is he laughing at me?

“A gift shop.”

“This isn’t that kind of hotel, mate, sorry. Is there something I can help yeh with?”

So many things. “I just remembered the plugs are different here. I have arrived in Italy with a dead phone and no compatible plugs. I feel so betrayed.”

He laughs and his eyes twinkle. They twinkle.

At least he can tell when I’m joking. That’s a thing.

“Don’t worry, Seemon. I’ll get it sorted.” He gives a small salute and disappears into the bowels of the hotel.

Oh shit. “Wait! Billy! Billy?”

A woman appears in his place from some dimly lit doorway. She reminds me of my mother. But with fewer anxiety and worry wrinkles criss-crossing her face.

Damn. Ma would be so wounded by that thought, so I put it out of my mind.

“Signore?”

“Oh, um, si, io non parlo Italiano. I like to start all my sentences that way,” I say with an attempt at charm. Billy doesn’t get to own charming.

She gives me a strange look, and responds with the old classic “Okaaaay,” in heavily accented English. “Why do you stand in the doorway? With the baggage around you like goats.”

Apparently neither one of us is very funny in English. I feel so lost in translation.

“Come. Let me make you checked in, and we will settle you. Come in from the doorstep,” she says as she turns away with her neck craning. “Leo? Leo!”

A young man (boy?) — A young man-boy hurries out of what appears to be an office. She’s peppering him with instructions that I can’t understand. My suitcases are being pulled right out of my hands. Rude! (But helpful. I guess.) Don’t try that in New York.

While she futzes with her computer, I finally take a moment to notice the amazing carved wood segment of wall behind her. I wish I could see it in detail. Figure out what story it’s trying to tell. It has something to do with nudity. I try squinting, but that’s all I can tell from here.

A bright, clashing array of intricately painted tiles are framed throughout the room. Chaotic, yes. Neutral, no. We’ll go with chaotic good. It’s also delightful, which I’m so not in the mood for at the moment.

She tells me about the amenities, breakfast times, the famous restaurant, blah blah blah as she leads me up three flights of stairs, and down a long, narrow hallway with many doors — none of which are mine. I’m starting to lose my bearings, but it’s only one more flight of stairs, atop which she pauses to unlock a door. “It is good, Signore Laywees? You have the face of a dog who is whining.”

“Wow,” I say, taken aback. Taken-aback has now officially been added to my repertoire of faces. Officially.

“Did I say something in a way that is wrong?” she asks, with a worried look.

“I don’t know. You might have actually wanted to call me a whining dog.” I start to chuckle.

“Yes. Exactly. A whining dog. I remember for next time.”

I blink.

She nods, “Si certo. Certo. And I tell you that what is here is the finest suite at Hotel di Limoni is here.” She ushers me on to the top floor. “You look around, you. See that there are no other doors here to this floor. You are here alone.”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” I nod, thank her, “Grazie,” and close the door behind her.

———/-/———

My mood disappears instantly.

Oh my god I’m in Italy.

The room before me has pale yellow walls the color of butter imported from Irish cows. That’s specific and descriptive, Lewis, nice one. (I try to encourage the writer within, whenever I can.)

Source Right: Hotel La Tonnarella. I stayed there, but not in that room. I wasn’t trying to get in that much debt.

Everything is in shades of sea and sky blues, bright lemon yellow, and pale Irish butter, with more of the chaotic good tiles here and there working their delightful magic. The bed cover is also in pale Irish butter. I will sleep in pale Irish butter tonight. Oh yes, I will.

The overall effect is an airy room, full of light, that recedes into the background against one hell of a view.

Large french doors lining the exterior wall lead out to a massive deck. One that I and I alone can access. The doors have been thrown open, with sheer curtains rippling into the room. The breeze off the Mediterranean Sea is fresh and cool.

Oh my god. That’s the Mediterranean Sea!

Or Tyrrhenian. Whatever.

I watch as boats speed across my entire view, appearing and disappearing between the open doors. They leave their long white slashes behind them, literally left in their wake. From inside the room, they look like dashes, stuttering white lines in each window darting through the perfection of the blue Medi/Tyrrhenian Sea.

Waking up to this is going to be amazing. She would have loved it.

“Fuck her. She can’t have it.” It’s mine, and mine alone.

———/-/———

I acknowledge that I need to stop. Stop with the moping. Fuck Billy for trying to be friendly and helpful, the bastard. That charming Irishman is right and I temporarily hate him for it. But only hyperbolically.

I walk out onto my balcony and into the bright sun. I immediately decide that this is worthy of a sunburn, and shuck off my shirt.

Oof. I’ve just realized that my eyes are watering because that distinctive odor is coming from me.

One would think a shower after a sunbath would be the rational, intelligent option. Nah. Intelligence has fewer hit points than stacking a 24 hour odyssey of jet lag, rumpled hair, eau de pit, and a bad attitude. I’m winning today.

“Chin up, Simon. Chin up.” That was Ma’s pearl of wisdom for this trip. The sum total of her empathy. She didn’t even like What’ser Name. So where’s the sympathy? The empathy? Apparently empathy dims in direct proportion to the glamorousness of one’s vacation destination.

Maybe I can wash the mope off. And the headache. And the me.

Grabbing my stuff, I head for the bathroom and stop dead.

“Dove il bano!” I cry. ‘Bathroom.’ Feh! What an absolutely disgraceful excuse of a word to describe something as magnificent as this. Look at it. So majestic, while also being mindfully calming. Everything everywhere is blue, and I can’t tell the inside from the outside.

Turning on a shower should not be this difficult. I am a grown man, goddammit. I should be able to figure out how to turn on a freakin shower. I mean, I figured out what the extra toilet was for. Correction: Not a toilet but a bidet. Though I admit to having called the front desk about it. What can I say, Italians like to have fresh butts.

“You will not defeat me, vile mechanism of demonkind, I will not be deterred, oh no! I will have my shower, and dammit, it will be good.”

———/-/———

I am happy to report to you, oh devoted fictitious audience in my head, that it was good. It was the best shower of my life. Or at least one of the top five, as I may have better showers even than this magnificent one at some point in the future. At least I doubt I will ever smell so good again. It’s the bath stuff made from a “beneficial” mineral spring somewhere around here. I want to smell like this every day for the rest of my life.

But first. The sun.

I feel unencumbered, unrestrained. So I skip the swim trunks and just wear my towel onto my massive deck. Deck. Not dick. Deck. I do want to let it all hang out there, but then, I also want to disappear into this experience, and the specter of horrified travelers covering the eyes of their crying children is enough to reinforce my modesty. I don’t want my dick ruining anyone’s vacation, so I keep the towel on.

———/-/———

I’m drooling as I wake up on my side with my ass half hanging out. It’s not a good look.

Turns out I couldn’t care less. Four uninterrupted hours of sun, in the peace and quiet of the apocalyptic visions usually filling my head these days. Whenever I think about the book I owe my editor — Noooo! Duck! Run! Hide! — See? I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.

And yet I have already double-crossed myself because I’m thinking about it anyway. Yesterday I was still slogging away at Book Four’s first chapter, and hating every single word I wrote. It was a whole pile of nothing. Less than nothing. It was tripe. So I gave up and rashly trashed it, deleting the offending text while I waited to board my flight.

All of it. It’s gone. And that’s a good thing, because every turn of phrase I had managed to wrest from my uninspired noggin just failed like a lead weight. Total fail. I’m used to having a tiny, yet enthusiastic filmmaker living inside my creativity. He’s really good at pulling forth the sweeping torrent of imagery I see like a movie in my head when I’m on a roll. (Again, not that kind of rolling.) But now? I can only manage six or so paragraphs at a time, and hatefully hate every one of them. “Whyyyyyyyy?” I ask the sky.

So here’s what I know: Half my characters will eventually be about to die unless Simon saves them. With the help of super-vamp Raphael and maybe a nymph or two. Looking up, I can see the islands they call the Syranusas, after the sirens who so callously call sailors to their deaths. So now I’m thinking maybe I’ll pull in some expendable mermaids, too. I dunno.

It all just sounds so played out. At least to my eyes. Like, I’m writing another war, with all the same characters, having the same powers, and using them all the same way, to rescue the same loved ones + world from evil the same way. Except I’ve stuck them all on the Mediterranean and added a bunch of mermaids. What’s next? Introduce zombies into the series as if they actually exist — for the first time in book four? Holy hell, writer’s block sucks. God.

This is supposed to be the book that finally focuses on Simon as the main character. The fans just will not shut up about wanting one. I groan. And not in a sexy way. I mean, I know I should be flattered that they like the whole twisty ‘he’s me’ thing, but how do I write a whole book about a character I based on me? Isn’t that kind of self-serving? Cringe?

I am such a dick. Only I would write myself into a book.

My eye-rolls are practically deafening at the mere thought of it. A whole book about me who is not me. And I have only me to blame. (Other me.)

———/-/———

Read More: All on ao3 || Start: January Ch.1 || Next: March Ch.3

[mngwa5]

LiS characters at an Commander/EDH Table Headcanon

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a “What MTG color identity would the LiS 1 characters be?” And then I sat down and went “Lmoa no, this is idea way funnier.” and besides parts of that original HC will inevitably bleed through here. I guess really the only fanon “changes” here would be that I’ll be mentioning cards from FAR past 2013 so ig do whatever mental gymnastics you need to do there. Oh, and we’re supposing that any of the characters could afford to splurge on multiple commander decks. 

Max Caulfield 

you wouldn’t think it because of how genuinely she just appreciates shuffling up, sitting down, and spending time with the other Blackwell nerds, but Max can and will optimize her decks to a fault. 

It’s less about “competitive viability” and more because she just appreciates brewing highly interactive spell-slinger stuff. 

Has a pet Narset extra turns deck. You cannot convince me otherwise. When it pops off, she definitely excitedly texts Chloe about being “a time master in AND out of game”.

The only person on Earth I would smile at and encourage after I hear the phrase “I cast Expropriate for free. Responses?” 

One of those “I’m addicted to R/U please God help me break out of this archetype” people but is somehow adorkable about it 

Will target you if she picks up even the slightest hint that you’re about to Cyclonic Rift and not just because you’re... you know... casting Cyclonic Rift.

Chloe Price

Very much loves jank. Something about the “isle of broken toys” triumphing against whatever monstrosity everyone else brought really appeals to her. 

Loves the idea of certain archetypes, but as long as a given list guarantees that she’s playing lots of cards and doing lots of things on her turns, she’ll mainly just build whatever she thinks is cool. 

As a result, Chloe has run Yuriko and Beckett Brass decks in the past. 

“Come on Max, did you really think I’d pass up being able to beat you all with pirates? You already know I'm ALL over that. Ninjas are hella awesome too.” 

It doesn’t hurt that Yuriko can wipe the floor with everyone if they aren’t careful.

Doesn’t gravitate towards a specific color or color combo but plays aggressively in whatever flavor she finds appealing. 

And I do mean AGGRESSIVELY. Chloe loves the serotonin rush of slapping a ton of guys down and then turning them all sideways even if it leaves her open to dying in the next few turns. 

Even if she doesn’t take things super seriously, she will definitely high-key target you in the next game if you fucked her over in the previous one. 

Kate Marsh

Kate took some convincing that Magic wasn’t some weird ritual since her parents almost certainly forbade her from even learning about it as a kid and filled her head with satanic panic BS.

Once she actually sat in on a game or two (and after Max showed her Rin and Seri), she was able to set her compunctions aside and will show up to game night when her schedule allows.

in the same way Chloe builds what she thinks is cool, Kate definitely builds what she thinks is cute. (*cough* Kwain *cough*)

The first deck she built on her own was almost certainly Jinnie Fay go-wide.

Will cry inside (and honestly maybe a few tears escape on the outside.) if you board wipe. Not because her board presence is gone and she’ll need to rebuild but because you just killed Molly, Holly, Taylor, and every other token she’d given a loving name. 

Warren Graham

Is THAT combo player. An absolute menace. What else were you expecting?

Maybe it’s just my bias against Warren showing here, but he’s definitely the kind of guy who goes “Oops! I win!” out of nowhere after just playing solitaire in the background for 5-6 turns to set up. 

Still keeps some lower power stuff around in case people get too upset about it though.

Much like Chloe, doesn’t really have a preferred color combo. Unlike Chloe, he builds whatever he can optimize to a disgusting degree. 

Usually wins game 1 pretty easily unless Max stops him but going into game 2 understands that he’s consigned himself to playing archenemy for the rest of the night. 

His pet card is probably fuckin’ mana drain or panharmonicon or some shit idk.

Tune in next time for my thesis on why Victoria would play Queen Marchesa jk.

 ... unless.

[irondragonbread]

Today is the day the day I have gabby dawson the love of my life all to myself hi im mark im African American and I work at cpd as a intelligence medic (I made that up) I always had these feelings for gabby for years I stalked her took pictures of her even hacked her phone and stole the nudes she sent to casey even though me and Casey are best friends I always hated he got to marry her but today all of that will change I've been planning this for years "helloooooo earth to mark" erin said waving her hand in my face "huh oh sorry I was just thinking wassup" I replied to Erin "what I was saying was me and Jay got into a argument and I threw glass at him now he's mad" she said with a worried look on her Jay Halstead me and him are best friends also we served in Afghanistan together I was a combat medic "don't worry you guys are just gonna bang and be back together anyways" I said with a grin on my face then Jay fell on his ass laughing erin threw a pretzel at me "where you get pretzels from!!!!!" I said while still laughing "ugh men" erin said smiling *time skip to 10pm* we were at Molly's i couldn't take my eyes off gabby she was so beautiful her smile her eyes her perfect figure i needed to make my move soon some time later it was just me and gabby in Molly's I was helping close up when she asked me "hey mark can you walk me to my car pls" she said with those beautiful eyes "o-of course" I said grabbing my jacket that had a chloroform napkin in my right pocket when she walked in the front of the trunk I made my move I put the tissue on her face she fought before she went limp thank God it worked I put her over my shoulder and walked her over to my truck good thing its a Sunday night so it was basically dead outside I got zipties and zipped tied her hands together I grabbed her phone and texted casey "hey baby I'm to tired to drive and I'm staying with mark tn he's going to come by and grab some of my clothes" "ok love you" "love you more" you see when I hacked her phone I studied how they texted and how gabby replies so it won't strike suspicion then I broke open the back of her phone and broke the sim so they can't track it then I cleared her phone for extra measure I drove to caseys house and knocked he gave me the bag of clothes and told me to tell her goodnight I said ok and got in the car I looked in the mirror to see her woken up and with a scared look on her face and for some reason it turned me on I smirked and said "we can finally be together at last princess" she stared begging to let her go but I just kept driving "YOU FUCKING MONSTER" she yelled at me I pulled the car over I felt my heart break into pieces I grabbed my glock 17 gen 3 and got out the truck I opened the backseat and dragged her out by hair and sat her on the ground and put the gun to her head "im not a monster say it again and I will kill you " I said in a dark tone I use when talking to suspects" "ok ok im so sorry please mark why are you doing this" she asked crying "BECAUSE you kept treating me like a friend but now we will be together forever" I said before pistol whipping her she fell limp and knocked out and I just wanted to take her right there but I quickly shook it off and put her in that backseat and stared driving again now we are together. END OF PART 1

[simpurnatural]

Fucked Up - Fez

Fezco x Reader

Simpurnatural’s Grand Masterlist

Note from Nat: “Season 2 has been so good so far!”

Warning ⚠️: SPOILER WARNING FOR EUPHORIA, Smut, Swearing, Violence, Angst

Pairing(s): Fezco x Reader, Maddy x Reader (siblings/platonic)

As it turns out, the guy you’ve been hooking up with is the dude who just beat up your sister’s ex boyfriend. And just before you think it couldn't get worse, you still went home with Fez.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I AM WORKING ON (3) REQUESTS <3

“No Church In The Wild” - JAY-Z, KANYE WEST, FRANK OCEAN, THE-DREAM 

Growing up, Maddy was the kid her parents always put in the spot light. No matter how big or small her accomplishments were. It didn’t matter if what she was doing was molly or being in cheer, she was their little princess. 

Y/n on the other hand? Became overlooked the day Maddy came into this God forsaken world. Yet she loved her little sister more than anyone could even imagine. But when their mom began sticking her nose in where it shouldn’t be, that’s when shit went south.

“You know that Maddy looks up to you!” your mom sobs as she began throwing away all the weed scattered around the room. “¿En dónde te equivocaste? (Where did you go wrong?)“ she asks.

“Me? You should be asking yourself because frankly, you don’t give a flying fuck about me!” you reply, mascara running down your face. “It’s always Maddy did this! Maddy does that! Do you know why I smoke?” you interrogated.

“¡Oh Dios mío! (Oh my God!)” your mom proclaims and ran out of your clearly neglected room.

“Because it helps me forget for just a second how much of pain in the ass everyone in this house is!” you proclaimed before getting up and following her out the door.

“Don’t speak to your mother like that!” your dad hollers from his ottoman causing you to roll your eyes.

“Oh please. You haven’t slept anywhere else besides that fucking chair for years. Shut the fuck up,” you spat as a door creaked open. 

“Y/n?” Maddy croaked, peaking her head out slightly. 

Now she didn’t deserve the brunt of your anger, especially if she didn’t fully understand why you were so upset. It became dead silent in the house for a moment. Your dad still taking swigs at his beer while your mom’s entire being shook with every quiet sob.

Instead of saying anything, you marched into your room and slammed the door shut. You checked every crevice and hidey hole in your room for a blunt but to no avail. 

“Fuck,” you grumbled before grabbing your wallet and keys then sneaking out your bedroom window.

Jumping into your car, Maddy stuck her head out her window. Sharing a sad smile, she waved to you and you waved back. 

You were heading to Fez’s apartment because you needed him to hook you up with the good shit. The two of you share an interesting history together, it was all touch and go from the start. He introduced you to marijuana at the beginning of last summer...

Fresh out of high school, you were planning on taking the fall semester off as an extended break. Someone hosted a house party for all the graduates but basically all of student body was there. As expected, the party was a fucking banger and you found yourself face to face with the all-around-town drug dealer, Fezco. 

“Ever tried weed?” he asks as you both walked around the packed backyard. 

“Nope,” you replied quickly, “I have never done drugs or smoked anything in my life,”

“I can tell. But you drink?” he asks, motioning to your red solo cup.

“Only on occasion. Mainly parties,” you explain and looked down at the tequila.

“Well you gon’ like this,” he chuckles before lighting a blunt. “Try,” he insists.

“Okay,” you blush, taking it from him and putting it to your lips. “Shit-” you coughed after taking a sharp inhale.

“Nah you gotta do it like this,” he instructs as he took it back and took a hit. 

You did as you were told and that was the moment you got hooked. At that point, you weren’t sure if it was to Fez or the drugs. Almost every day that summer consisted of you hanging out with him. And you didn’t tell a single soul.

Your parents would flip if they figured out that you were seeing Fez. But it was fairly easy to sneak in and out of the house since everything else took up all their time anyway. It’s not like they gave a shit about you in the first place.

“A kiss here,” Fez says, pointing to his cheek. “Here. And right here,” he says pointing to the other then to his lips.

You were having a smoke on the steps next to his place. The sun was setting and neither of you had a care in the world.

“Yeah?” you asked as the blunt stayed steady between your finger tips. 

“Yup,” he nods before you leaned closer.

“Here. Here. And-” you cut-off once your lips landed on his. 

One hand was on your cheek and the other was on your upper thigh. His kisses were better than drugs and that’s saying something. Despite his reputation, you had never been so at ease with someone like him in your entire life...

“Nah man,” Fez tsked, shaking his head.

“Why not? I have the money,” you reply, holding the wad of cash in your hand

“I don’t need you goin’ crazy and shit,” he says. “Weren’t you here like two days ago?” he asks.

“Yeah but my mom went through my room and threw everything away,” you groaned. “Please Fez,” you sighed and crossed your arms.

“Is that why you lookin’ like you been crying?” he asks.

“Yeah. So please just...” you voice trailed off as you handed him the cash.

“Okay,” he says, pulling some pot out of his back pocket. “But one thing though-”  he began as you leaned forward to grab it. “Come with me to that New Year’s party,” he smiles with your faces now centimetres apart. 

“Bet,” you hummed before swerving to give him a peck on the cheek and took the bag.

“Ay, gimme a real kiss!” he sighs as you made your way to the front door. 

“Come here and take one,” you reply, pouting your lips. 

Fez made his way over and pulled you in. You giggled into the kiss as his hand squeezed your ass slightly.

“Fuckin’ nasty,” Ash grumbled.

...

“What’s good McKay?” you asked as your former classmate approached.

“College. You?” he asks before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m about to head to the east coast for uni! Spring semester!” you replied, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“Dope, have you seen Cassie?” he questions and you turned to scan the room.

“Not yet,” you replied, “Her sister is looking for her too, said that she took off on their way here,” you inform.

“Oh thanks!” McKay responds before walking further into the house.

“Guess who?” a familiar voice asked as a hand covered your eyes.

“Fez?” you ask and spun around, making eye contact with his ocean blues. “Hey!” you smile then offering him your cup.

“What’s in it?” he asks as he placed his hands on your hips.

“Malibu!” you replied, watching him take sip a before handing it back. “Good right?”

“It’s tight,” Fez nods with a smile. “I like what you got goin’ on here. The aura and shit,” he says then motions to your black leather jacket and corduroy mini skirt. “Hey, is that my shirt?” he asks, tugging on your top.

“Yeah,” you shrug as you moved your body to the music. “Wanna dance?” you offered.

“Nah I don’t really dance,” he shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ll watch you dance though,” he offers causing your ears to perk up.

“Okay,” you reply and moved towards the crowd, Fez watched in amusement as propped himself up against the sofa.

Raising your drink to the ceiling, you swayed your hips to the beat. You kept eye contact with each other and his smile just kept growing wider. Carefree suited you despite your ambitious dreams.

“I hope you get some dick tonight!” Maddy said as she shimmied through the sea of people. 

“What?” you asked, thinking you heard incorrectly. “Get dick?” you reiterated.

“These are like your final days of being a bad bitch!” she reminds, “You’re moving out for college and shit. So go all out!” she cheered and began grinding on the guy behind her.

“You’re right!” you hollar, nodding to her, “Have fun with him!” you oohed before going off to find Fez.

“Y/n!” he hollered, getting up from his seat on the couch. “Hold this for me?” he asks and handed you his sweater.

“Of course,” you nod and inhaled his cologne. 

“Everyone, everyone! One minute till fuckin’ New Years!” the guy who hosted cheered and everyone else joined in.

Fez took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. But his eyes drifted to someone in the distance, Nate Jacobs. You quickly put two and two together. He was about to sucker punch him into the new year.

“We’re gonna head out soon, okay?” he asks over the everyone’s ten-second countdown.

“Yeah,” you smiled, still holding his hand. 

“5...

4...

3...

2...

1″

“Happy New Years, baby!” he shouts before reeling you in for a kiss.

“Go fuck him up,” you whisper in his ear after pulling away.

From a safe distance, you watched him shatter a glass bottle over Nate’s head then proceed to beat the shit out of him. You didn’t know Fez had that much anger built up in him. A smile couldn’t help but creep its way onto your lips.

“Oh my God!” Cassie exclaimed. “Fezco stop!”

“Get off of him!” Maddy shouted as McKay tried to pull him away from Nate.

“Chill, chill, chill! Come on, guys!” the host sighed, pulling them apart before it got any crazier.

“Y/n help us!” your sister pleaded, you stopped in your tracks.

Fez grabbed your hand and began pulling you towards the door. Maddy looked up from the floor to you, mouth agape in surprise.

“No wonder you’re so fucked up in the head,” she scoffed. “You’re dating a crack-ass!” she says and you dropped his hand. 

“Says the little girl that dressed up like a fucking slut!” you reply and pointed at her accusingly. “That lied to everyone about blacking out and getting raped! And always goes back to the same abusive psychopath! Quit acting like you’re the shit and grow up Maddy!” you ridiculed.

Everyone oohed as the scene unfolded, you flipped her off before heading out. Fez was right behind you with his hand on the small of your back.

“That shit was crazy,” he muttered as you both made your way to his car.

“Tell me about it,” you huff as his brother emerged from the driver’s seat. “Hey Ash,” you waved and crammed into the backseat.

“What took you guys so fuckin’ long?” he asked, the car pulling out of the driveway. 

“Fez just whooped Nate Jacobs’s sorry ass,” you inform.

“Damn,”

...

Ash said he’d rather shoot himself in the head than hear you two fuck, so he stayed in the car. You and Fez barely got through the door and his lips crashed against yours.

“Fez,” you moaned as his lips attached themselves to your neck. 

“Yeah?” he mumbled against your sweet spot. 

Something inside you bubbled at how his eyes looked into yours with such adoration. 

“I wanna ride you,” you confessed as you both stumbled into his room. 

“Be my guest,” he replies yanking off his shirt and kicking off his jeans and boxers. 

Pushing him on the bed, you climbed on top of him before pulling your shirt over your head. Fez pushed himself up against the headboard as you kissed him again, pumping his length. 

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he says, “Keep the skirt on,” he instructs before resting his hands behind his head. 

He watched you guide your pussy down his cock, moaning as your walls expanded around it. Rocking your hips back and forth and throwing your head back at the euphoric feeling. 

Fez wished he could capture this moment, not because of the sex but because of how intimate the moment was. There was something almost forbidden about your relationship with him which made it so thrilling. He was your poison and you were his antidote.

[luxeavenger]

My Girls

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Words: 2522

Warnings: Drug use, true crime talk, fluff, and Clint Barton

Written for this ask from @trashpandagamer: Currently thinking about BP!Nat, BP!Reader, and BP!Alpine kicking the others off the bus for a girl's night in 🥰

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“But I wanna stay!” Clint huffs petulantly.

“Puppy, I told you, it’s a girls night,” Nat says with a good deal more patience than Clint rightly deserves. She’d been trying to shoo him off the bus for the last 10 minutes. You, Nat, and Alpine were in dire need of a boy-free night. Bucky and Steve had, of course, understood completely.

Clint, on the other hand…

“I can be a girl! I’ll talk about anything you want to! You wanna talk about periods? Man, those heavy flow days, am I right? Then your boobs are all sore and shit… Cramps… Tampons... Midol an' stuff…” He trails off, knowing this is not a battle he’s going to win.

“You and I watched ALL of the Lord of the Rings AND Hobbit movies this weekend. I want girl time.” She straightens her spine, sweeps her feet out so they’re shoulder width apart, and her voice drops an octave, “Don’t make me throw you off this bus myself, Barton.”

Clint chuckles nervously, looking around in a frenzy, “Now where’d I leave those shoes?”

It takes him a full five minutes to find his shoes where he left them last night—in the shower. You remind him of this three times while he tears up the bus looking for them.

“Kitty, my shoes are wet,” he pouts, hoping he’s being cute enough for Nat to hold off on killing him for just a second.

“Wear some of Steve’s.”

“Steve’s wearing his shoes. It’s only his boots here, and he doesn’t like it when I wear them.”

“Because you spread grape jelly all over them the last time you wore them,” you remind him. “They got ants, Clint.”

He clutches his chest and looks at you in shock, “No! Not you too, lil mama! I feel so attacked. Why does everyone want me to leave?”

“Because—for the thousandth time—it’s girl’s night, puppy.”

“Oh, yeah. But-”

Nat says through gritted teeth. “Try Bucky’s shoes-”

Clint opens up his mouth to interrupt her, but she beats him to the punch, “If Bucky left his boots too, then take Scott’s shoes.”

I hate wearing Scott’s shoes,” he whines, “his feet are a size smaller than mine.”

You snort, “Then maybe don’t shower with your shoes on!”

“Shower shoes are a real thing, you know!”

“High-top, canvas Converse All Stars aren’t shower shoes,” you remind him, just as you had last night when he walked into the bathroom wearing nothing but those shoes.

“Clinton Francis Barton I swear to god-”

“JESUS KITTY WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN? Don’t use my full name. I hate that! You’re not my mom.”

“I feel like your mom right now.” Nat pauses, “Puppy listen. Hey,” she snaps her fingers to get Clint to focus, “pay attention. I'll tell you what. If you put Scott’s shoes on right now, and get the fuck off the bus, I will give you the last of my molly. It’s all for you, but you gotta fuck off.”

He grins at her and plops down onto the floor to throw on Scott’s shoes, “You got yourself a deal, kitty!”

Alpine winds around him, rubbing her cheeks on him, as he struggles to pull Scott’s too-small shoes onto his too-big feet. Once he’s done, he tackles Alpine and gives her loud forehead kisses until she swats at him and wriggles free. He takes eight hot-pink pills from Nat with a triumphant smile and gives her a kiss on the cheek. You get a hug and a wink.

“You guys don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he says as he tromps down the bus stairs, “and if you do—take pictures.” He winks and cackles as he just barely dodges the foot Nat aims at his head.

Nat shuts the door with a heavy sigh. “Finally, it’s just us ladies,” Alpine headbutts her shin with a cheerful muurp, “isn’t that right, floof?”

You get Bucky’s laptop while Nat throws some popcorn into the microwave. “What should we watch, red?” you ask.

“There’s that Ted Bundy thing? Or, we can watch Saw again? Maybe something with lots of explosions?”

You mull it over for a minute, “I think I’m in the mood for the serial-killer biopic.” She nods in agreement.

Alpine hops up on your lap while you load the movie, making biscuits on your bare legs and head-butting your arm everytime it comes close enough to her face while she waits for you.

Nat comes back with the popcorn, and scoops Alpine up in her arms, “Watch it, furball, this lap is mine,” she gives Alpine a smooch on her forehead and spoons the purring kitty against her front, then plops her head down in your lap.

She sighs immediately, “You have the nicest lap, peach. Barton’s legs are too bony, and he doesn’t play with my hair right,” she complains, practically purring herself as your fingers card through her bright red hair to skritch her scalp. “Oh yeah,” she groans, “that’s the shit.”

Halfway through the movie you switch places, your head in Nat’s lap, with Alpine snoozing against your chest, purring softly. She rhythmically slips her fingers through your hair with one hand, and eats popcorn with the other.

Once the movie ends you get into a very involved discussion about who on the bus would be the easiest to lure into a vehicle to murder.

You both immediately discard Steve and Bucky as likely targets for a serial killer to pursue.

“I think Clint would be the first one to follow someone to a second location,” Nat muses. “Offer him drugs, candy, or sex, and you can pretty much get him to do anything, or go anywhere you want him to. Buuuuut,” she hedges, “even drugged—my money’s on Clint. He’s pretty fucking hard to kill. He disabled an attacker with a fucking shoelace once. And it wasn’t even his shoelace! I wouldn’t want to be the one trying to slip a knife between his ribs, that’s for goddamn sure.”

You nod slowly, “Clint would definitely be easy to lure, but I think Scott is the one most likely to be murdered.”

“Okay,” Nat nods, gnawing on the end of a Red Vine, “make your case.”

“Well Clint is easy to lure, sure, but he’s VERY hard to kill. I agree, that boy is scrappy as fuck, and I don’t think a serial killer would be prepared for that. But Scott is usually only inside the bus when he’s sleeping. So he’s outside more than any of us. And when he’s in the equipment trailer, working on the bus, or walking around, he always wears those big noise-cancelling headphones. If he’s not tinkering, he’s on the phone.”

“So there’s opportunity,” Nat nods thoughtfully.

“Exactly! And Scott is pretty scrawny, so it’d be easy to grab him, toss him in a trunk, and hightail it out of there. He’d also be easy to lure with food, drugs, or sex. And he’d be easy to kill too. He’s charismatic, and can talk his way out of some shit, and he knows his way around a fist fight, but I doubt he’d be able to defend himself against someone who was actively trying to murder him.”

“Right, cause he has no training.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“But you don’t have any hand-to-hand training either…” Nat trails off with a grimace, poking you in the shoulder.

“No, but I’d never follow anyone to a car, and I’m almost always with you, Steve, Bucky, or Clint when I go out, and we’ve already established that you guys are hard to murder. So…”

“You feel pretty safe,” Nat finishes for you.

“Relatively speaking, yeah.”

Nat starts digging around the RV for a piece of paper and a marker. “I know who would be the most entertaining person to watch someone attempt to murder.”

You both say Bucky at the same time, then burst out laughing.

“Yeah. It would be suicidal to try to kidnap someone that huge in the first place,” you snort, “You put a needle in his neck, and he may go down, but he won’t stay asleep long-”

“No shit. He’d for sure make a show out of being asleep though. Play along for awhile, then he’d just-” Nat makes a choking noise, and mimes snapping someone’s neck, while you chuckle at the imagery.

You both crawl into Nat’s bunk and lie beside each other eating pixie sticks and talking about anything and everything you can think of. By the time she runs out of pixie sticks your legs are tangled together and you’re both laughing so hard your abs hurt.

She extricates herself to crawl down to Clint’s bunk, and she comes back with two hot-pink pills clenched in her palm.

You laugh when she shows them to you, “I thought you gave Clint all your x?”

“So did he,” she giggles, “but I always stash a few pills in his bunk. He has never once found them.”

You open your mouth so she can pop the pill onto your tongue, and Alpine swats at your chin until you give her more treats. You start digging around in Nat’s bunk until you find her tin of nail polish, and insist on painting each other's nails.

Nat picks out a color for you—it’s a deep, rich red the color of her favorite lipstick. “This is my favorite polish, and it’s also the most expensive,” she explains, showing you the scrawled Louboutin signature on the front of the box, “so don’t you go letting those two boys of yours mess it up.”

For Nat, you pick a super glossy black, that goes on so smooth it looks like patent leather. Then she puts some drops on your nails, and ten minutes later they’re completely dry. “Sorceress,” you whisper, tapping the sleek red enamel in disbelief.

A scant four hours after Nat threatened Clint off the bus, just outside you hear, “Nah, I don’t think you need a ladder!” and “Go for it spider monkey!”

Then the trailer sways gently as someone slams into the side of it. There’s a clatter, a chaotic shuffling sound, then a thud, and Clint shouting, “MOTHER FUCKER!” followed by loud laughter from Bucky and Steve.

“NO! I CAN DO IT! I’M GOING AGAIN, DICKHEADS!”

“Come on, it’s not that hard,” Bucky’s muffled voice asserts, “watch!”

Then the whole bus cants heavily to one side as twin thumps sound on either side of the door. Bucky and Steve grunt, then there’s the sound of their rubber-soled Converse shuffling around on top of the RV.

Nat bangs on the roof and shouts, “CLINT DOESN’T HAVE SUPERPOWERS, IDIOTS. SO BE NICE.”

There’s a pair of muffled awwww’s and the thump of four-hundred-some-odd pounds of super soldier hitting the pavement all at once.

The door bangs open, and the three of them file onto the bus with Steve in the lead, a joint hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He saunters over to the bunk you and Nat are tucked into, and Nat makes grabby hands at the weed. He asks, "Did my girls have fun?", then passes the joint to Nat, and pulls you in for a kiss, shotgunning his lungful of smoke into your mouth. Alpine headbutts his arm until he scratches her chin.

Clint shoves him aside, “Move, I need my girls.” He clambers up into the bunk and lays on top of you and Nat with a groan. He mumbles into Nat’s cleavage, “Guys, I fell. I think I broke my ass.” Then he rolls over so his head is pillowed on your tits, and addresses you, “Your boyfriends are mean! I even gave them most of my molly. It took three tabs each to get those cocksuckers high.”

“So?” Steve snorts, “Whaddya want, a blow job?”

Clint hums, “I could use a blow job.” He blows Steve a kiss.

“Not even with Bucky’s mouth. Besides, you couldn't handle this roller coaster.”

“I don’t have to put up with this. I’m taking my hearing aids out," he pouts, making no move to actually remove his hearing aids.

Nat passes the joint to you, but Clint intercepts it. He takes a deep drag, but won’t give it to you, so you grab his wrist and bring his hand to your mouth so you can take a hit while it’s still pinched between his fingers.

“Not fair lil mama! It’s my weed.”

“Yeah, but it was my turn.”

“No one loves me.”

You wrap your arms around him from behind, “I love you, honey, but it was still my turn.”

“Devil woman,” he mumbles under his breath.

Bucky’s face appears in the opening of the bunk, and he grins at you, and loudly kisses your forehead. “You’re not the devil. You’re an angel. How’re my girls doin—HEYYYY do I smell pixie sticks?!?”

You giggle, “I want some of what you’re on.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t have any, because your boyfriends took it all,” Clint remarks sourly.

“Besides,” Nat stage whispers to you, “you already had some.”

“Damnit, you said you gave me the last of it!” Clint grumbles, rolling back over into Nat’s chest, “I’m gonna figure out where you’re hiding it, kitty. Mark my words.”

Nat scratches her fingertips over his scalp, “I know you will, puppy. Any day now.”

“Hey guys,” Scott calls, coming up the steps, “what goes on?" He aims a grin at Nat's bunk, "There's my girls!”

“HI SCOTTIE,” you shout, in chorus with Clint and Nat.

“Hi babies,” he blows a kiss in the general direction of your little pile of bodies.

“Hey man,” Steve rumbles from the couch.

“‘Sup, sucker,” Scott wiggles his fingers at Steve.

Bucky tips his chin at Scott.

“Hey swallower,” Scott grunts, returning the gesture.

“Eat your heart out, bitch,” Bucky fires back, flopping down on the couch and laying his head in Steve’s lap.

Scott arrives at his Captain’s chair, and scratches the back of his head. “So, ahhm… What the actual fuck is this?” He slowly spins the chair to expose the note Nat taped there earlier-

MOST LIKELY TO BE MURDERED.

“I’ll have you degenerates know, I am not the most likely to be murdered.” He points at you, “She is. Come on, look how goddamn adorable she is.”

Clint clears his throat, “Raise your hand if you think Scott is the person on this bus who is most likely to be murdered.”

Everyone’s hand shoots up in unison, except for Scott’s.

He looks aghast at everyone, “You ungrateful cum-stains. See if I find anymore strippers for you perverts,” he points at Clint and Nat, “or drugs for you assholes,” he points to Bucky and Steve. "And you…” he shakes his finger at you. “Oh, who am I kidding? You get a pass. I’d walk through broken glass for you, dovey.”

You smile broadly at everyone while they groan good-natured insults at you.

Before Scott falls asleep the next morning, he rolls the sign into a cone shape, and wears it over a few of his mohawk spikes like a dunce cap.

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Oh great heavens- P4L

pairing(s): John B x Fem!reader, JJ maybank x Fem!reader, Pope Heyward x Fem!reader, Kiara Carrera x Fem!reader, pogues x reader

Summary: You’re the sarcastic parent of the Pogues that also includes the what you would call the ‘idiotic group chat’

Warning(s): Language, Pet names, Usage of the word mama (Please let me know if I missed anything)

A/n: -GIF is not mine- Sorry for not posting for a while mental health has been shity but we’re getting there

group chat: Some power rangers type shi-

My retriever pup :): What if a toy from toy story died and the rest of them watched while Andy and Molly played with the corpse…

Jimmy Neutron <3: Jfc JJ what are you over there going through

little dove 🕊 : We literally haven’t been gone for 10 min.

My retriever pup :): I’m boardddd there is nothing to do and y/n/n never answers the gc

Bandanna boy 😎: Can’t argue with the facts @mamapogue

little dove 🕊: Probably planning some huge ass event lmao

Jimmy Neutron <3: Or buying the whole target

Mama pogue: 👀

My retriever pup :) : WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!!!

(Bandanna boy 😎, little dove 🕊, and Jimmy Neutron <3 emphasized that message)

Mama pogue: Grocery shopping lol

My retriever pup :) : For three days!?

Bandanna boy 😎: ^^^

Jimmy Neutron <3: The only time you use correct punctuation oh wow JJ.

Mama pogue: you guys understand you not the only ‘children’ I have on the island right

Little dove 🕊: No. were you’re only kids that’s it.

My retriever pup :) : seeming a bit jealous Kie :)

My retriever pup :) : but no what she said there should be no one else 🤨

Jimmy Neutron <3: Their*

Bandanna boy 😎: just remind your other heathens that we were first #ogs

(Little dove 🕊, Jimmy Neutron <3, and My retriever pup :) liked that message)

Mama pogue: I’m actually grocery shopping for you heathens.

My retriever pup :) : I love you

Bandanna boy: I stand by that statement.

Mama pogue: *Aesthetically Blocks

My retriever pup :) : I found some really sick noose plugs

Little dove: No one knows what your talking about JJ

Jimmy Neutron <3: you’re*

(Little dove 🕊 replied to Jimmy Neutron <3)

Little dove 🕊 : I will end you.

Bandanna boy 😎: since when did we have noose plugs???

Jimmy Neutron: Why do you need nose plugs?

My retriever pup :) : my nose was bleeding what else for Pope

(My retriever pup :) sent a image)

Mama pouge: great fucking heavens

Little dove 🕊: oh my fucking god you have to be kidding.

Bandanna boy 😎: HAHSJSHSHSHBSHS

Jimmy Neutron <3: I… don’t know how to respond to this…

Little dove 🕊: WHY TF ARE MY TAMPONS UP YOUR NOSE

Bandanna boy 😎: I CANT BREATHEEE

My retriever pup :) : COOL RIGHT?

(Bandanna boy😎 liked that message)

Mama pouge: Love no.

(Little dove 🕊 has left the chat)

My retriever pup :) : Why did Kie leave?

Bandanna boy 😎 : because your shoved her cooter plugs up you noose dude

My retriever pup :) : HER WHAT!?

Mama pouge: JOHN BOOKER ROUTLEDGE

Jimmy Neutron <3: Uh oh

Bandanna Boy 😎: Sorry.

(Mama pouge added Little dove 🕊 to the group chat)

Little dove 🕊: fuck my life

Mama pouge: now I could sit hear and talk about periods all day but I’m almost to check out and have errands to run

My retriever pup: You haven’t spent time with us in like for ever :/

(Little dove 🕊, Jimmy Neutron <3, and Bandanna boy 😎 emphasized that message)

Mama pouge: I spent the day with you all Thursday baby

Jimmy Neutron: y/n/n it’s Wednesday that was six days ago

Mama pouge: Ive just been busy hon

My retriever pup: too busy to hang out with your friends

(10 minutes later)

Mama pouge: Open the door

☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎

John B was the first to look up from his phone as he sat on the couch the only other person with him at the time were JJ the boys looking at each other the two having a silent conversation as JJ stood from the day couch slowly making his way to the door his hand lingering on its golden nob before twisting it at a strange angle as it flew open

“Told you I was going grocery shopping” There you stood about 4 target bags in your hand a jacket protecting your arms from the breezing chills that flew through the air along with your denim jeans that covered your legs with the occasional slit at the knees your tone seamed low and saddened

You hadn’t meant for it to feel like you were putting anything before your friends family but it was a tough week everyone wanted your undivided attention Dana needing help planning a banquet haul, Josh needed help with asking out Madison, And helping Elena with her Mothers birthday dinner you could go on and on

“Jay, I’m really sorr-”

The blonde was already tackling you into a hug his embrace warm and took your shorter frame his chin resting on your forehead staring off into nothing as you both swayed side to side

“I didn’t mean it, I’m stupid and I shouldn’t have said that” You were looking up a him as he stared off into the trees waiting for your response that could’ve ‘I’ve been you to you and this is how you treat me. Fuck off’ or ‘I accept you apology and I love you’

“I forgive you” it was simple monotone almost but JJ didn’t quite let go of your embrace bathing in your own warmth you just had

“Hope you left some for me” John B Leaned against the door frame of the Chateau his arms held out with an arched eyebrow rolling your eyes you grabbed the boys arm and swung him into a group hug with JJ laughing as he attempted to regain his balance

“Hope you know I have groceries in my car like alotttttt” you dragged to let the boys know what you meant as you all looked back to your jeep which trunk was open and filled with white plastic bags with its red target on the front

“I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again I love you.”

[cobrakaisb]

hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3

of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods. 

Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers

miguel:

you and miguel are so close

the age difference does not affect him at all

he is very protective of you before cobra kai

but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈

let’s just say that this kid is bothering you

miguel definitely notices and scares them off

you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that

“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”

you were so excited for him at the all valley

you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything

miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do

karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you

miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads

“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺 

you wear his hoodies all the time

they are very big on you, but very comfy

you help him with sam

“i punched her in the face” “what why?”

“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”

when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it

“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy” 

johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel

y’all hang out together

his friends are your friends and vice versa

your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”

when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny

“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”

but then you cry into his chest

when miguel wakes up you’re at school

you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up

you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him

“i love you too y/n now get off me”

you can’t keep up with his love life

“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?” 

overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother

robby:

you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)

you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)

“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”

when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift

you actually go to school, unlike him

“just skip y/n” “no robby”

it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again

“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him

you go to the skatepark with him

he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)

when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to

he feels so awkward about it

“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”

robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)

i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions

like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something

he also knows how to cheer you up :)))

“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”

when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him

because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that

you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves

“why can’t she just be our mom?”

when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies

but quickly explains that he can’t leave you

daniel tells robby that you can come too

“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”

you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point

“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room

when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him

you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go

“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”

you just understand each other

when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too

you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you

you have many arguments about this

“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”

robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny

the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do

eli/hawk:

okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what

you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once

you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)

you encourage him to do karate

when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him

now the roles are reversed

hawk protects you now

no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him

i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you

“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”

sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉

he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”

you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli

“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*

“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”

“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”

one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch

“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you

hawk has a proud brother moment

anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”

his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you

“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”

“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!” 

as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it

as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs

“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”

when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks

you confront him about his new behavior

“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!” 

you’re crying and then storm off to your room

that breaks him

is highkey the start of his redemption

when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”

literally motivates him to fix things

you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back

you hug him so tight

“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”  

bonus demetri:

he is a nerd, you are a nerd

the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together 

“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”

you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic 

it gets on your nerves 

bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt 

“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”

even though you’re a nerd you’re cool 

like you have a lot of friends in your grade 

“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume 

listen to his rants about how eli’s changed 

you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out

so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do

“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone” 

demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do

if you do join great more sibling bonding

if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties

y’all go to the comic book store together

its sibling bonding time

you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing 

“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!” 

you sign his cast first

you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand

you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮

“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”

very obvious about your distaste for her

when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary

“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”

eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms

“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”

your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing  

bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:

you are older than him by like a year

but you’re still besties for life 

you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai

“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”

you always ruffle his hair 

cheer for him at the all valley

“yeah bert!”

but also like you can’t watch 

when he gets eliminated you cringe 

he’s sad about it 

“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great” 

your opinion matters so much to him

he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺

seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft

“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?” 

bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero

y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period