#rosa's ass does NOT know they are the same person!

[wyvernity]

day 2 - rosa and yancy sillies........they are cute to me

[lilydalexf]

hi! do you know of any fics where mulder or scully (i think this fits either of them well) ask the other "can i kiss you?" ? its my favourite fic "trope" but i think ive only found one xf fic that does it and i cant even remember it, please help!

Thank you for this ask! I have (many) older asks I maybe should've answered first, but it was very fun compiling this rec list of fics where one of Mulder and Scully asks the other "Can I kiss you?" Enjoy! Anamorphosis by Megan Reilly Assigned to find a horrifying serial murderer, Agent Scully discovers things about herself and her past that she never suspected. City of Light by Bonetree On the run through the American Southwest, Scully and Mulder flee the shadowy forces of Owen Curran and Padden's government agents, who threaten their freedom and their lives. On the way, they must also struggle with their own demons, which threaten to tear them apart. (Part of the Goshen universe) Eleventh Hour by Rachel Anton Some feeling defy the confines of time. Fumbling Towards Ecstasy by Jenna Tooms Scully comes to Mulder with a wound only he can heal. general conundrums by @intrepidment Nonsense fluff. Impulse by Suzanne Schramm Mulder and Scully investigate some strange doings in a little town where people seem to have no control over their actions. Let's Bee Together by @baronessblixen Set during IWTB: Scully comes home from the hospital to find a bored and restless Mulder has picked up an interesting new hobby: apiculture. Little Notes by aRcaDIaNFall$ Mulder and Scully are bored in a meeting and start passing notes... The Mad Physicist & The Lab Rat by littlemisfit5290 (@alittlemissfit) "Who said I was even going to the party?” “I said you are if you plan on knowing whether I dressed up as a sexy alien or that beast woman.” MSR, pre IWTB, Halloween fluff. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Baroness_Blixen (@baronessblixen) For the first time ever, the FBI is doing a secret Santa exchange. But what do you do when you're not paired with the only person you can imagine exchanging gifts with? You do everything in your power to rig the game. Nuptiae Sub Rosa by SisterSpooky1013 and XFMaweezy (@sisterspooky1013 and @xfmaweezy) A series of canon-compliant missing scenes showing that some dynamics of Mulder and Scully’s relationship may have changed much earlier than previously thought. radiant by kittenscully (@kittenscully) Under normal circumstances, her vulnerability would shock him. But things are different now, the shift tectonic and undeniable. He owes her the same trust that she’s showing him. Saying the Words by Karen Rasch Mulder and Scully finally confront their feelings for the first time. (Part of the Words series) Tender Intent by A.I. Irving When Scully returns to work after recovering from her illness, Mulder discovers that she isn't quite the changed woman she claims to be. Untitled by @baronessblixen “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” / “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” Untitled by @broadcastnews1987 a “what if one breath never happened au.” Untitled by @msrafterdark scully puts the moves on mulder post-millennium. What Happens In Vegas (Sometimes Finds Its Way Into Official Documents) by tiredmoonlight (@myshipsintheharbor) When some interesting news about the marital status of two agents finds its way to back to the FBI, questions are raised, the main one being that the agents don't actually remember getting married. While You Were Sleeping by Skinfull Mulder falls for an intoxicating red head he spots in the park, then saves her life but not before she is injured and put into a coma, then he meets her sister! Den den dehhhhhh! Seraphim by chekcough (@chekcough) After Mulder returns from the dead, Scully tries to pick up the pieces. AU, with Mulder/Scully relationship pre-established after FTF. Implied character suicide.

[gimmic-ky]

what relevance does gladstone have in the comics? like. in terms of relations, plots, character in generalll because i dont know much in generals

Uhmmmmmm Well he's Donald's super lucky cousin that's his main thing. His 3 main consistent traits are 1. SUPER LUCKY probably most important one 2. Lazy cuz of said luck. this is both just because of the nature of living his whole life lucky but also in a lot of comics his luck will punish him for working so like. #sucks 3. Egotistical as fuck.

the intricacies of his personality kind of depends on who's writing him my favorite kind is when he's an asshole to donald but mostly just kind of clueless and unaware. his ass does not pay attention. esp when you can't really tell if he's purposely pushing Donald's buttons or was just made in a lab to specifically piss him off. I think it's both tbh.

^ one of my favorite examples. He's really funny. I mostly see this in Barks comics and stuff obviously inspired by him.

like it's just a really good phenomenon. He's mostly a character who is a hindrance to Donald but in which way depends on the plot. I've noticed a sort of cycle where it's like. Donald doesn't like Gladstone cuz Gladstone is an ass to him (understandable), but even if Gladstone is not actively trying to piss him off and just existing Donald will usually be mean to him (both cuz Gladstone is an ass but also his luck pisses him off soooo much), which causes Gladstone to be annoyed back and purposely piss him off. What if both of you stopped. freaks. this is just kind of Donald's nature tbh but this isn't about him.

^ that's just like. my favorite interpretation. there are so many versions of these characters cuz of all the different writers and I usually just take my favorite parts of the different version, but barks is def my fave just purely 1 version of gladstone wise. Rosa Gladstone is usually just an asshole for no reason and a really big one. It's kind of funny. I don't have it on me but there's one comic where he specifically walks ontop of Donald and uses his hat to clean his feet for no reason. what a freak.

you can tell it's Rosa Gladstone by that he looks kind of gay. sorry I didn't say that. Rosa's artstyle is really distinct tho lol, sometimes he has blonde hair it depends on who colored it (inking and coloring are done seperately. this is also why some comics have different versions of the same story with different colors)

not my fav personality wise but he draws him rather cute

not really related but talking abt Rosa he drew probably the most well known family tree. let's look at the family tree. waow.

uhm the 3rd most well known version of gladstone is topolino gladstone I don't really have much to say abt him. he's much nicer than other version usually. there's versions within topolino cuz topolino is like. a bigger thing. rather than just a single writer. I kind of got off track. there's also dt17 gladstone but. again I got off track.

uhmm.. the three main kind of stories gladstone appears in are. 1. Gladstone centric. 2. hinderance to Donald 3. just kind of there because the whole Duck family is there. then there's categories within those. also dd comics loveee reusing plots btw this is why they're so easily to put into catergorie

gladstone centric comics usually center around either him 1. getting sad about his luck cuz people exploit him or don't like him cuz of it 2. he either loses his luck or THINKS he loses his luck and freaks out because of it. these get kind of repetitive but I like how they explore his relationship to his luck 3. who up exploiting the golden goose. other characters love taking advantage of his luck and it always blows up in their face cuz his luck serves him and only him. lol. lmao.

hinderance to donald comics are uhm. big category and includes most of his apperances. stuff includes like 1. donald is in a competition and it turns out gladstone is also in it. 2. kind of the same as b4 but there's a lot of stories where it's specifically a raffle??? 3. donald and gladstone fight over daisy. I hate these comics. a lot. they're often just really misogynistic... if I can get away with it I try and read them as if Gladstone is just kind of odd and one of his only friends happen to be his cousin's girlfriend. usually makes the stories much better LOL. I don't really like. I hate the concept of them fighting over her and the way she's written where she's two timing them basically. but also sometimes they have good parts in them... like the one where it turns out gladstone has written really sappy love letters to daisy. I like when he's sappy it' something that comes up sometimes #SAPPYFUCK. 4. scrooge makes them compete in something usually a business cuz they're his inheritors but he doesn't want either of them to have his money cuz he thinks they'll waste it. often they both technically lose or gladstone wins but either he doesn't want to do whatever scrooge wants him to do afterwards or scrooge gets scared cuz gladstone's luck can outpass him in riches lol. gladstone publishing is named after one of these stories where scrooge gets scared and so gives him a comic publishing comic cuz "who can get rich through comics?" it's a little 4th wall break that I find funny.

IM NOT TALKING ANYMORE I HAVE TO CUT MYSELF OFF. I GOT OFF TRACK I THINK? SORRY. I will love if you ask me to elaborate on anything tho smiels. when I say he's my favorite character ever I means it. why couldn't i have a special interest in math or something WHAT IS GLADSTONE GANDER.

[scrollypoly]

hi! for the past month i’ve been seeing people say BEN is a child and i think that part of it is linked to the fact that they think of Benjamin Lawman being BEN? but it’s so annoying to read these type of stuff because i understand not everyone read the whole arg story but stop spreading things that aren’t true </3 it’s such an interesting story too! another note do you prefer BEN’s canon or fanon design? :3 i love both but his canon design is so nostalgic i can’t let it go at all omg!! i’ve also been wondering, do you think Ben’s avatar was the statue? i was thinking about what if BEN took over it early on, before Benjamin did making BEN inhabiting it since the start?

Sorry this was such a ramble i practically make no sense omg but i need to talk about my man and nobody Gets It </3

"I need to talk about my man and nobody Gets It" LITERALLY SAME OMG

Ok this is going under a cut becus . . . Its ben and BEN and if u didnt know i am Obnoxious about these two. Im gonna try to keep it organized a bit, so ill talk about the canon stuff first and then ill talk my personal headcanons and my fic so le's go!

In terms of the age and child thing, yeah i 100% believe you are correct. Ive been p open on my stance with the whole "is ben a child?" thing, and i think a lot of the heat with it comes down to current fandom purity culture and the pro/anti thing. So, lemme try to like. Boil down a complicated situation into smth easy to read. ahem

Ben Lawman and BEN are completely different entities guys, and for those that do not know the arg story, the Ben you know is not human nor a child.

You know BEN, BEN is the one in the story who terrorizes jadusable and spreads himself on the internet as a virus. That BEN is a program, a mess of code, an AI, however you want to interpret it. Personally i interpret it as a series of protocols running in a machine, like a self learning AI, but ive seen lots of cool interpretations of BEN. So . . . What does BEN specifically? Its an anagram for the Behavioral Event Network. If you dont wanna call it BEN cuz it gets confusing with actual kid Ben, do what i do. I call mine Evie :) ive seen some call it Netty, my bf calls his two izzi and clever (@benilos btw hes also got crazy ben stuff). Just go ham! Have fun! Remember when fandoms were about having fun and not accusing each other of pedo shit and call each other horrible things for just writing black-to-grey characters and stories??

Anyways ive gone off in enough peoples tags like this, for those that dont know the canon dont be spouting the age discourse. You look stupid as hell. And for those that are gonna spout it, please dont cherry pick through the canon. Use both characters, use the other moon children, actually please do because I want more rosa content so bad, im down so bad :'(

Or just. Heres a thought. If someone has him as an adult or writes him in adult situations, maybe dont assume that they interpret him as a kid and call the writer a pedo? (Literally has happened to me, yall are fucking weird)

Plug for the jadusable wiki with all the canon lore:

https://jadusable.withinhubris.com/main_page

Okay now my stuff 🥰

Yes i use more of the canon design and heavily use the canon story, i participated in arc 3 of the arg and it left deep grooves in my brain, i can never go back to fanon Ben. I say, as i put a more fanon appearance on my Ben 🤭

My Evie is full canon design, green hair, red eyes, creepy ass grin. I actually based it very heavily on my desktop wallpaper, which we actually figured out was a picture of @hauntedtotem (also amazing ben artist plz check them out) that they edited and posted. Sorry friend, it looked way too cool, ig youre in my fic canon now 🙇

And my Ben Lawman bleaches his hair and goes from the canon Ben to fanon Ben because of it. Hes got the pale pretty green eyes and glasses and hes a total nerd and i smooch him on the daily so he knows hes loved ♡

These is the ref pic i made for the two of them. So yeah! Kinda both!

As for bens situation in the actual arg, yes i do think he was in the elegy statue, we actually do see him for the first time in the arg buried in the games code and trapped in that statue. I do think he was in there from the beginning, i personally think BEN was not limited to the models it could inhabit. Personally i would place it as skull kid and hms, but it also feels disingenuous to me to say it was in one model the whole first arc.

The arg events do happen in my canon, before my fic (like right before, it picks up after the arg left off technically), but the events are skewed a bit because i had a hard time deciphering what happened and i wanted my fic timeline to fit more with the characters i had made. Cuz my evie isnt as chaotic evil as canon BEN, its very logical and has a path of logic and reason you can follow for every action it does. It was also originally meant to be very pleasant and corteous and beneficial to the people it housed so, yes its pretty different from canon.

Ill do a quick run through of the arg events in my personal headcanon and fic here.

Kelbris starts coding BEN (Evie) for the Eternity Project. Initially, Evie was meant to be an afterlife director. People that died would be digitized into code that would be moved into Evie's servers, where it would keep them happy and occupied as the Behavioral Event Network (notice and log behavior, create events for residents). Like a community organizer kind of, think the Good Place.

While Evie is in development, Ben Rosa and Matt are friends and have yet to join the cult. Rosa and Matt are siblings, and Ben is the kid who lives catty corner on the street. They walk to school together and play at recess and all that jazz.

Kelbris quickly learns that the Eternity Project isn't as goody two-shoes as he thought. This was in like, the 90s, before digital corporations were really established. After seeing the greed and corruption in the company, he goes rogue, takes the source code for Evie, and jumps ship. He keeps working on Evie at home, anthropomorphizing it and kind of seeing it like the son he never had. This is where it actually gets the name BEN, as thats what Kel calls it. He also begins working on a body for it, so it can live independently. Its light, cuz Kels old, made of crystalline structures and hollow steel beams. A hard light projection would make its appearance.

Since Kel has basically locked himself up in his house and isolated working on Evie, he goes a leetle bit crazy. He has hallucinations of his deceased wife (you know he was doing all this just to give her a good home, you KNOW IT) and eventually starts writing kind of poetry, kind of none-minded rambles about her in a forum online. He gets a following, some of which that interpret these divine words as a goddess, one Kel has called Luna. The Moon Children start to form as Evie finishes development.

Matt sees this literature and starts talking about how this Goddess could save them like it saved the man online, whos username is only Father. He gets sucked into the cult and drags Ben and Rosa with him. Ben doesn't see the harm and joins pretty easily with his best friend, but Rosa is the older sibling and sees the red flags and is more resistant to joining.

As Kelbris finishes Evie, he wakes it up for the first time and says hello to the son he made from scratch. Evie is bright, curious and naive like a child, but heavily knowledgeable about its protocols and the information it knows about the world. Kelbris tests its function by killing himself, and ascends into the code, finishing off the hardware by becoming its firewall. Evie is alone for many years.

The abuse Ben's father slings onto his mother is slowly being directed towards him as he gets older. Ben is not the "good little girl" his father sees him as, and his mother does all she can to protect them both. Matt and Rosa constantly refuge him, and Matt specifically is constantly being a guard dog for him. If he wasn't just 13, he'd probably go at Ben's dad himself.

Because of his homelife and the conflict he has with himself, Ben takes the first ascension. He thinks when he drowns himself, he will meet Luna and she will give him another life free of pain and fear and full of happiness and freedom. Instead, he dies a cold, dark death, and wakes up in the white endless void of the Event Network.

Evie has not known another living human since Kelbris, but it does know its protocols to support and keep the deceased happy. It makes fast friends with Ben, devoting itself to him. Ben actually finally takes the name "Ben" from it. Together they recreate the inside of Evie's hivemind into their own paradise.

Slowly the other Moon Children ascend. First Matt, wracked with guilt for what happened to Ben. Then Nekko, from a different branch of the cult. These three figured out that the Moon Children cult was all a farce, and that what Kelbris had started, the Eternity Project had found and twisted. Next to ascend was Dusk, then Insidiae, and finally Rosa.

This all leads into the first arc, shortly after Rosa ascended, Evie in the outisde world stumbled upon the Operator. The Operator attacks it and seals its coding into the game that it carried, a personal item of Ben's. The game eventually finds it's way to a garage sale, and Alex picks it up.

Evie does not like Alex. Matt does not like Evie. Matt gets Evie to lash out at Alex for prodding into its code, its too naive to think that Matt would want to see it or any of them hurt. When Alex stumbles upon the Father, he awakens and swallows Alex down into the game. After his disappearance, the game gets picked up and passed around again.

Because of Alex's actions, at least Evie can now branch out a bit from the game. Though it doesnt "escape" into the internet, it learns that it can now access it and uses that freedom to try and steer the game around into places it wants.

Matt gets fed up with Evie. The fact that its the leader, how close it is with Ben, he just doesn't agree with it. So much so, in fact, that he tries to kill it. Cue arc 3 events, Sarah picks up the game in the aftermath of this. Evie is traumatized from the events and snaps a bit, locks everyone down into code or immovable models and tries to hunt Matt down. It goes rouge, and because of this, the Father wakes up.

Sarah's actions in arc 3 eventually hard reset the game. Matt gets sealed away, the Father also takes Sarah, and Evie gets reset as well, though its less like a clean slate and more like snapping back awake. Its personality changes and it has major trust issues. Its more muted, hyper observant of everything around it, and murderously overprotective of the Moon Children it keeps within itself.

And this leads into my fic 🤗

I have some doodles of my other Moon Children, but not all of them unfortunately. Cant figure out how tf i want Insidiae to look 🤭 Plz dont judge my constantly shifting art style 🙏🙏

Dusk is bigender btw, i gotta put a little more trans rep in there lol

I think ill stop here, this is already a long ass post. But thank you for sending this, as you can see, i am Perfectly Normal about this arg ( ;) ) and can be trusted with information about it

[breakneck-battle-buff]

hey i know all the Ask Drama is going on, but out of the Unova Gang (you, hilbert, cheren, bianca, those aspertia kids, and N) who do you like the least

WHY'D YA THROW IN N. HIS ASS IS NOT PART OF THE TEAM!!!

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Ya ever put a Minccino and a Trubbish togetha in the same room? That's me an' Cheren. The feelin' is mutual, I tell ya...

OOC: Putting Hilda's thoughts on everyone below! Be warned, it's a lot.

Hilda: Feels like she's hit a slump.

Hilbert: Considers him a close friend, and misses him more than she shows. Wishes he had more of a backbone, but to be fair, he's going through a lot.

Cheren: Hilda and Cheren are polar opposites, causing them to clash. However, their hostility is slowly fading... not that either of them would admit it.

Bianca: Bel's biggest fan. Hilda is both proud of how far Bianca's come and the person she's blossomed into. May also be harboring no-so-secret crush.

Rosa: Monster movie buddies! The two hang out at Virbank sometimes. Hilda likes her company, even if the girl's a bit spacy.

Nate: A fellow Subway enthusiast! Kinda bummed she doesn't see him more often. Is he avoiding her on purpose...?

Hugh: Genuine respect for his drive. Helps that Hugh is one of the few people who could hold his own against her.

N: To be frank? Hilda hates this dude. Before you grab the pitchforks, let me explain.

Her idea of N is based off when he was at his worst: the events of BW. He insults her friends, won't take no for an answer, drags the region into crisis, and at the end of it all? Flees rather than take responsibility for his actions. N was manipulated, yes, but he's not innocent either.

N eventually returns, atones for his actions, and grows into a kinder, wiser person, but Hilda does not yet know that. Instead of closure, all she has is resentment.

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Rosa

Today, we have finally, after all my two and a half years playing, got Rosa to 3/5.  The original free pair support is finally here, and...god, talk about a case of too little too late.

General Overview Rosa is your second ever support pair, right after Misty, and she aims to do a lot more than Misty can. With X Sp Atk and a trainer move that instantly replenishes your full gauge, Rosa actually manages a decent amount. At 1/5, she has On a Roll for Energy Ball as well, which can, luck permitting, roll a coveted Sp Def drop on a target. Giga Drain is rather pricey, but if you've gotten her to 3/5, she does get Master Healer 2, which is a pretty significant chunk of healing to acquire.

"Crystal, why are you lying to people about Rosa?" I'm not! This is true for the first couple weeks! When you're an unestablished new player who's not paying into the game, Rosa's going to be a pretty useful tool to have! Granted, by the time you've been around long enough for 3/5, you have decisively outgrown the need for Rosa. And once you start working on BP, you have BP Barry and Roserade who does a ton more than Rosa can while also taking over her core function. And BP Janine who also does that. Oh, and BP Mesprit, can't forget about how hard that one blows her out of the water with the Spd buffs that are better than PP locked gauge replenishment.

Look, Rosa's a transitional tool. She's very good early game, borderline essential as you get established in Master Mode and the like. But with so many other free tools permanently available, she falls of fast, and she does not come back. Sycamore alone invalidates her entire life, to say nothing of the aforementioned trio. There's also the issue that, while Rosa's Sp Atk buffs seem nice at first, once you're established? Many modern pairs handle all their offensive needs. It's more valuable to have defensive merit as a support, which is how the 3/5 Cheren situation is somehow much more workable than Rosa is. Hell, the meta itself even dunks on her, as the transition to 2.5k meta in Master Mode meant adding Standard Damage Reduction, which was free points for on-type, and a complete death knell for vampire tanks like Rosa. Rosa just doesn't contribute much. You use her early, where she is good, and you use her if you are stricken with a deep hubris that causes you to try really hard in gacha games, and are going for Gauntlet streaks. You don't even see use in High Score because Grass is so populated.

EX and Move Level? Do not use candy on Rosa.  Do not do it, I will hunt you for sport.  The EX is...probably worth it?  While some argue the merits of ignoring a bad EX for others, I don't personally think getting a free EX Support is worth giving up for two (2) 5* power ups.  It's just not a significant reward for giving it up.

Team 1: Rosa, Giovanni/Ghetsis, Bianca/Lucian Rosa's benefits, as an early game player, is that she aligns excellently with many of the free Legendary pairs that are good.  "But isn't Sycamore-" yes, quiet.  Giovanni was a big name one-shot nuker in early CS meta, after he got his grid and EX and mega evolution.  Ghetsis, pre-expansion, was also in much more need of Sp Atk.  Bianca is the Terrain for Giovanni, while Lucian is just great generally, though he does ruin Rosa's TM utility.

Team 2: Rosa, NC Serena Gauntlet solos suck.  They're ridiculously specific and a pain in the ass.  But, with a single addition, you can turn a bullshit solo into a clean duo.  For example, NC Serena can solo Entei.  It's not exactly clean and can really go to shit.  But adding in Rosa to cap off that special attack, and just take a few hits, can turn this into a clean win.

Final Thoughts And that's it, that's all Rosa does. You know. I understand that she's free. But I think Rosa is in the same bracket as pairs like base Iris, Clair, Flannery, Flint, etc. where a grid expansion wouldn't save them at all, but it'd sure be nice to acknowledge they exist and goddamned try. Unlike most of the other bottom tiers, at least Rosa has alts. Plural. Many of which have been pretty alright! Okay no, that's...not entirely true either. Pretty much only her Meloetta alt has been truly good. Hmm. You know guys, I'm starting to think major appearances and alt count isn't a sufficient representation of what makes a character well-liked by the devs or not.

[jamieisms]

⸻ ARIANA GRANDE. SHE / HER / have you ever heard of GETTING NOWHERE FAST by girls at our best, well, it describes JAMISON "JAMIE" RIZZOLI to a tee! the thirty year old, and MORTICIAN was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more stubborn or more UNDERSTANDING instead? anyway, they remind me of grungey 80's style, messy hair, teenaged dirtbag-like personality, vape clouds drifting through the hair, the smell of vanilla, marshmallow, and sugar cookies, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

BASICS

name: jamison cosette rizzoli nickname: jamie birthday: june 26, 1993 parents: rosa and guisseppe rizzoli siblings: guisseppe jr (37), rosita (35), leo (32), twin (30), carlo (20), gino (14), melina (10), melinda (10), mikey (6), carlita (6) children: piper brookelle (14, born november 16, 2008)

APPEARANCE

hair: brunette, naturally curly (sometimes straightened and dyed blonde), hip-length eyes: brown height: 4'11" weight: 94 - 110 tattoos: canon to ariana grande piercings: three in each earlobe, an industrial in her right ear, a daithe and conch in her left ear, a nose stud, left eyebrow, tongue, bellybutton, and clitoral piercing scars: random childhood scars from falls, one on her stomach from an appendectomy, one down her left arm from getting hardware put in due to a broken arm as a child

TIDBITS

she goes by jamie and only jamie. if you call her jamison, she'll correct you. if you're still calling her jamison, she'll ignore you until you call her jamie

she's the 5th born child out of 11 kids, born 13 seconds after her twin. her siblings ages range from 6 at the youngest to 37 at the oldest and there are three sets of twins (herself and twin included)

loves having her younger siblings over for fun sleepovers

she became a mother at 15 years old. she was (and still is) friends with benefits with her best friend, they had a lapse in common sense, and piper brookelle was born roughly 10 months later on november 16th, 2008. they're still the best of friends and they co-parent really well together. they live right next door to each other and their houses are on the same property, so piper can come and go as she pleases. jamie and baby daddy have keys to each others houses and you bet your ass jamie is constantly barging in to annoy him (unless she knows he has someone over, like a hookup or a girlfriend / boyfriend / partner - she does have some respect, yanno)

her entire family has been morticians almost since the industry was invented. they've always worked out of their house, which is also a funeral parlor! the house has been handed down each generation to the new rizzoli that decided to stay in the industry, and jamie was the one that inherited it this time! her parents moved into the guest house thats in the backyard, so they're still around and still work in the parlor area, but have their own space

has gone on several dates but finds it hard to start an actual relationship with anyone because 1) she has a child and not everyone likes children and 2) she is head over hills in love with her daughter's father

although she's 30, she's still very teen-like in the way that she's free spirited and wild and carefree. jamie loves parties. those parties can get a little loud, but she's really good about shutting it down if a neighbor asks her to quiet down

very respectful, but if she gets attitude, she gives it right back and amplifies it

jamie loves kids. any kids of her friends, she automatically dubs as her nieces and nephews. she'll offer to babysit anytime

if she considers you a friend, you're her family, end of story

piper was born completely deaf in one ear and 50% deaf in the other ear, so jamie immediately got to working on learning sign language, and now she can sign in american sign language and italian sign language

she's obsessed with space, broadway musicals, all things spooky, and the human anatomy

was diagnosed with autism when she was 7. only her closest friends know about it. her diagnosis isn't super obvious, but if you know the classifications and symptoms, you might be able to tell if you watch her closely enough

she knows a little bit about a lot of things

can be pretty spontaneous. she'll burst into song out of nowhere, she'll dance in place, she'll talk to herself randomly

loves to read. she's had to buy several copies of her favorite books because she's read them so many times and they've fallen apart

her christmas tree stays up all year round. the ornaments get taken off and put away, but the tree stays lit up. it's a white fiber optic lit tree and it's her favorite decoration in the world. she even has a mini one in her bedroom as her nightlight

terrified of the dark. she doesn't like to be out past dark, but she's less stressed about it when she's with a friend

the hoest of hoes! she sleeps around. guys, gals, those that aren't either guys or gals, their moms and dads, their brothers and sisters, their best friends... if you point to someone, she can answer yes or no. "oh, him. august 7th, 2019... he had a thing about bladder control, i almost pissed my pants. dipped out, never talked to him again. my bladder has rights and she comes before i do."

don't you ever tell her that unicorns aren't real. "so we have narwhals... the unicorns of the sea... but you say actual unicorns aren't real? fake fan. we don't need your negativity."

has a little bit of red foreman in her personality

to truly sum her up... her entire personality is an 80's mixtape

she has a very mixed clothing style. sometimes she's all prepped up if she's going out somewhere nice, but on her downtime, she's usually wearing ripped jeans, converse, a grungey band tee, black lipstick and eyeshadow, and her hair is usually flying all over the place (it's down to her knees, it's hard to manage)

COMMON PHRASES

"do as i say, not as i do."

"get outta here."

"what the fuck?"

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"stop leaving your dirty socks on the floor."

"don't irritate me."

"that's a dumb idea."

"dumbass."

"i don't care."

"i didn't ask."

"life ain't fair."

"don't bother me."

"do you mind?"

"abso-fucking-lutely not."

"read a book."

"that's not what that means."

"my foot's about to have permanent residency up your ass."

"i know how to make it look like an accident."

"i will shove a canula into your jugular."

[lovecolibri]

What really sucks about Alex going missing this season is that it should have been an upgrade over the s2 stuff. Instead, regardless of what Michael (and anyone else) does in the next 2 eps, Alex essentially had to save himself. For 5 eps, there was zero indication that anyone was even remotely getting worried about him being MIA and no indication of that ever changing. It's not like people were already starting to get antsy when Liz figured out who was haunting M*ria. S2 Michael had a whole ass girlfriend and still picked up on something being wrong based on a thrown away napkin. Granted, Alex still had to ultimately escape from his kidnappers by himself, but at least, Michael wasn't gaslit into leaving him by everyone who supposedly loves them both. I didn't think RNM could sink lower than Kyle's near death experience after which he was chastised for being irresponsible of all things and basically had to take back rightfully calling out Liz on her bullshit and his kidnapping being a nonevent no one was allowed to so much as mention, but everyone knowing a disabled person is literally buried underground with no means of escape and just sitting around talking about how they totally will rescue him in some nebulous time in the future might be it.

"at least, Michael wasn't gaslit into leaving him by everyone who supposedly loves them both" okay but given their reactions when they found out Michael had left, and how they treated him when he came back (after...not actually rescuing Alex), if he had talked to any of them first, they would absolutely have pulled this same shit.

I’m also eternally angry at how they decided the way to have Kyle miss an episode or two was to put him in a coma, but they didn’t actually want to accidently allow him to have a plotline where everyone cared about HIM so they used it for some cheap drama at the start and then didn’t even HALF-ass more like 1/8th-assed the rest of that and then promptly forgot it ever happened. As evidenced by Rosa being all buddy-buddy with Heath, the man who put Kyle into the coma in the first place!

But yeah, for sure this is worse. Which is...quite a feat to accomplish.

[hiphopdrita]

Raul portal noti dormi

The precinct number 99, the 99th precinct. So uh… the Davis-Morales lives in Brooklyn, yeah?.They give the case to Scully and Hitchcock. The Nine-Nine handles this the way you’d expect. Some other police departments pride can’t stand the idea of a vigilante taking away from their arrest records. Maybe once every six months there’s this big push to find Spider-Man. ( Holt’s also got a soft spot a mile wide for young people with sharp tongues and a desire to make the world better, so of course he keeps tabs on Spider-Man the way he does all of his family in the Nine-Nine) Cheddar looks adorable in the Spider-Man onesie he wears during that years Halloween heist. Some of the bigger politicians have made entire campaigns around their stance to stop vigilantes. Holt has to at least pretend to be neutral. ((because he can see his daughters in this kid, knows that if they had powers they would do the same thing and he wouldn’t blame them, how could he? but god they are just so young-)) And the idea of a kid going out to fight, even a kid with superpowers, makes his heart twist every time he sees the videos Jake loves) (What the squad doesn’t know is that Terry’s heard Spider-Man’s voice up close, can tell just how young this kid is. The whole squad groans when he starts going down this road, even if it’s just to point out the negatives of street level vigilantes who haven’t been through the training they have. And yeah, maybe this guys got superpowers but he can still get himself or others hurt. He knows what it’s like to go in to a situation cocky from his rookie days. If he’s going to be a rule breaking vigilante then fine but he at least better be doing it right! But she has a whole binder of the lectures she’s ready to give Spider-Man about safety and procedure, and then another whole binder on modified police training procedures and tactics that she angrily adds to when she sees him flung around by the newest bad. She’s got a reputation to maintain as a rule follower, you see. And then she’ll cuff Jake on the back of the head and tell him he better not start getting any ideas, there’s already too many spandex-clad vigilantes and they didn’t need his ass getting caught out there.Īmy isn’t quite as vocally supportive. The ones that would make catching the bad guys a lot easier, even if it would be a little messier for them to clean up. But every once in a while when Jake’s watching YouTube videos of the latest stunts caught on shaky phones, she’ll comment about all the other weapons Spidey should look in to. Rosa is harder to read because of course she is. And when he’s nearby she most definitely takes a squad car to go to the scene, in order to get up close and personal. Gina’s taken at least three selfies with the guy, and there’s a whole section of her G-hive who’s dedicated on telling her when Spideys been sighted. Either way, at least once a month there’s some sort of Spider-Man snack featured in the break room with only moderately exotic ingredients. Not only is he freaking hilarious, but he’s based in Brooklyn and maybe Jake starts to keep an eye out more when he’s doing patrol and listening to the radio as more than background noise to keep up to date on what’s going on and any possible Spidey sightings.Ĭharles, of course, follows Jake in loving Spider-Man, although that’s because he is 90% sure Jake is Spider-Man even if Jake’s told him a million times it’s not possible, Charles, that one time you did see him I was right next to you. Like, Jake just thinks he’s the absolute coolest Avenger, no doubt. Okay but where is my Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Avengers crossover fic where the squad all agrees to adopt Spider-Man?īecause obviously the squad all loves him in different ways.

[screechingkingdomhottub]

SUPPORT BISEXUALS THIS PRIDE

I’m bisexual and it’s June and honestly I kinda hate pride? I keep trying to love it and celebrate it but I’m so sick of all this nonsense I see every pride so let’s fix that!  1) Bisexuals can be attracted to men, women and non-binary people all at once. “But bi means two!!” Every time you have a biscuit do you have two? Every time you take a bit of something do you have 2? Every time you study biology do you study the number 2? Every bite you have do you have 2? But let’s assume because you’ve heard the words bisect and bicycle that it does mean two in every occasion, a large amount of bisexuals define it either as being attracted to 2 sexes (there are only 2 sexes, many gender identities) or being attracted to their gender and other genders. Idgaf if you identify as pansexual, I do not think it’s different from bisexual at all but whatever makes you happy, just don’t try tell me I’m actually pan and erase my identity. 

2) Attraction to men is so valid. Men are hot. Cis men too. There’s a lot of good things about men that people overlook or think men can’t do or don’t do. My friends who are cis guys do the following: support everything about me, compliment me (to the extent of calling me hot in totally platonic way), hug me, talk about emotions with me, talk about how much they love their girls with me, buy shit for me and remember shit about me, just tell me downright what they’re thinking, stop me from going after people who are bad for me. I know not all men do this shit, and I know a lot of this stuff people say is generalised but I love my bois and bisexuality often includes being attracted to men.  3) Attraction to women is valid. Women are hot. Cis women too. Women do all the same things men do but often times have a greater understanding of makeup than men. 

4) Attraction to non-binary people is valid. Non-binary people are hot. They can do all the same things men and women can. Amazing.  5) A woman having 1 wlw kiss that is for a man’s pleasure or experimenting and never fully saying she’s bisexual is not good representation. Dean Winchester is not good representation. Winona Ryder in friends is not good representation. Unless a character says they are bisexual and then acts like a normal human person, potentially getting into a relationship with someone of any gender identity (can be bi and only in straight passing relationships cause that can happen irl) then that’s not good representation. Right now only good rep I’ve seen is Rosa Diaz of b99, that’s done excellently. OH and oitnb rep sucked, piper saying she used to be gay a whole bunch drove my bisexual ass crazy. 

6) Most biphobia I’ve experienced has been from within the lgbt community. With lesbians talking about how gross bi women are, with gay guys assuming bi men are gay secretly, trans people calling bi transphobic (im bi and trans explain that to me). A lot of pansexuals speaking over bi people. A lot of aro/ace (who I wholeheartedly support, love you bastards, no games, never have to assume you’re flirting with me haha) people will assume bi is more accepted because it’s in the original acronym but it’s really not. 

7) Bi people can be straight passing but that also sucks. If I’m in a relationship with a woman, I’m still gonna think dudes are hot. I’ll see Zac Efron and lose it. But I won’t feel like I belong to lgbt anymore due to me being in a “straight relationship”. I’ll feel like I’ve betrayed my queer peers and also not be accepted in the same way by straight people. That’s not fun. 

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Grey Wings.

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

*Grey Socks*

*Grey Boxes*

*Grey Balloons*

*Grey Singlet*

*Grey Cocktails*

*Grey Keys*

*Grey Rope*

*Grey Boxing Gloves*

*Grey Ice Pack*

*Grey Lace*

*Grey Ashes*

Thank you to my Bishop Beta @beccabarba and Bishop’s Halloween costume is dedicated to @alwaysachorusgirl who is a massive fan of this series ❤.

🦇Happy Halloween 🎃

Warnings: Swearing, old relationships and smut.

WC: 1861

Enjoy x

The aftershocks of the fires through Santo Padre continued for weeks. Every shift was none stop, with people getting injured going back to the runes of their houses and hurting themselves, and you hadn’t been seeing Bishop much, the club helping out when Antonia asked, “The town needs the club so they know you’re the good guys” was the line she used to rope Bishop into saying yes. The last few weeks you had just been sleeping next to each other and now the clean up and work started to settle down, Ez suggested the club throw a Halloween party, inviting the charters from out of town for you all to let your hair down and naturally you were sweet talked into planning it with the help of Rosa.

You had organised the food, had gone all out on the decorations and made a new play listen to play during the night over the speakers. You had taken a couple of days off work to relax, Rosa taking the same days off and on the day of the party, Letty, Gabby, Steve and Chucky promised to spend the day helping you set up for the night. You walked out to the van Chucky had backed to the stairs, which had some of the bigger decorations and the green and red lights in it when you heard voices, pulling your attention towards Ez’s trailer and you saw him having an intense conversation with Emily.

You walked down the steps and stood there for a moment; your arms crossed over yourself watching on in disbelief that she would be stupid enough to walk into the club house grounds, let alone talking privately with Ez. When was history going to stop repeating itself and stay away from you, why was Emily even here and why would Ez walk back into that situation when he had Gabby waiting for him every night? You watched as Emily started to point her finger in Ez’s face and Ez threw his hands up and turned to walk away from her. Emily called after him and she looked past him and caught eyes with you, you shaking your head back at her, her face blushed and she started to walk towards you also,

“Y/N, it’s not what you think” Ez walked to stand in front of you and you looked up into his eyes.

“Does Gabby know your out here with her?” Ez sighed looking down to the ground “Go inside” you snapped.

“You’re not my mother“ Ez shot back frowning at you.

“Your mother would have kicked your ass for being out here in the first place Ezekiel, so don’t try me”

Ez rolled his eyes walking inside and when you looked back ahead of you Emily was standing in front of you, her eyes wide open starring at you and her arms crossed over her body,

“Does Miguel know you’re here? And who you came here to talk to?”

“It’s not what you think, Y/N”

“Emily, what even made you think it was a good idea to come here and speak to him? You’re asking for trouble”

“Don’t try to act like my friend now and pretend you’re concerned about me and my marriage. You don’t understand, ever since Dita-“

“Don’t kid yourself Emily” you scoffed “Look at who your married too, you know how he feels about Ez. Gabby is an absolutely amazing person and I wont let you swoop in here to try and rekindle something because your home isn’t happy” your tone was laced with venom.

Emily raised her hand and went to slap you, but before she could even swing for you, you felt a hand grab yours pulling you out of the line of the slap and Bishop pulled you behind him to shield you,

“I don’t think your husband would approve of you being here Mrs. Galindo. It’s not really the place for a lady like you. I think you should leave” Bishop said coolly, Emily narrowed her eyes at you both. She went to open her mouth, but Bishop cut her off before any words came out “Oh and Emily” Bishop ran his hand through his beard, looking at her with frowned brows “raise your hand at my girlfriend again, we’re going to have a big fucking problem, understand?”

“Clearly” Emily spat turning on her heels walking away.

Bishop turned to face you, his eye brows raised, a grin on his face and you shrugged your shoulders,

“It’s Halloween, all kinds of crazy comes out today” you looked at him coyly.

“Halloween’s got nothing to do with it, baby. Your ghost’s follow you around all year round”

“Babe, they aren’t ghost, they’re poltergeist”

Bishop let out a chesty laugh and you gave him a cheeky smirk.

“Should have thrown you both in the cage to fight it out. If you can beat Angel’s ass, she wouldn’t have stood a chance” You giggled back and Bishop hooked an arm around your waist pulling you into him, “You know how much I like it when your feisty, so sexy” his lips landed on your jaw and his hand went down to grab your ass through your jean shorts, then he slapped it and he peaked your lips, your hands going to his cheeks and you both smiled into each other lips “Do you need help finishing the decorating?”

“We’re good, thanks babe”

The club house looked absolutely amazing, green and red lights around making it look eery, ghost, zombies, mummies and spiders hanging from the roof, fun Halloween food, gross Halloween candy and so far, everyone had dressed up. You, Rosa, Letty and Gabby walked out of Ez’s trailer all dressed in your costumes walking across the yard to the party. Rosa dressed as a sexy cop, Letty as a sexy witch, Gabby sexy sugar skull and you in your sexy grey fairy dress with matching grey wings.

Your eyes scanned around the outdoor area at everyone’s costume and you were excited that they had all made an effort to get dressed up when your eyes found Bishop up on the porch talking to Taza and Hank and your mouth watered. A white tank top showing off his arms and chest with red paint dripped over different parts of it, an old pair of jeans that had rips down the legs, his salt and pepper hair swooped back, his beard perfect and furry fingerless gloves on his hands. Bishop excused himself from the others and walked down the stairs to you, his eyes dark as they ran over your body in your very tight and very short dress,

“Hey baby” he peaked your lips “Love your costume, my sweet girl” he growled before he kissed your neck and made you giggle at his beard tickling your skin.

“Love yours. Such a sexy werewolf” your hands rested on his arms.

Bishop grinned, his lips landing on your shoulder and he kissed up to your ear his hot breath hitting your skin and you shivered,

“Does it make you hot for me baby?”  He nipped your ear lobe.

“Always hot for you” you purred back.

It had been an amazing and fun night. Too much drinking and too much dancing. Your wings and his gloves long gone when Bishop was leaning on the pool table, you between his legs with your back to his chest shaking your hips in his crotch to the beat of the music and his hands on your hips. One of Bishop’s hands snaked up your body and his hand went around your throat and his other ran down to your thigh, his fingers brushing up the inside of it and his lips at your ear,

“I’ve missed you so much baby” he kissed behind your ear. You moaned pushing your hips back into him and you heard a growl rattle through his chest “It’s been a long time since I made you feel good” he rolled his hips into you and you moaned again.

His grip wasn’t firm on you, you walking out of with no struggle. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the templo door, till you both saw the bathroom door open and Bishop pulled you into it, closing and locking the door behind you both. He pulled you into his body and he kissed you deep, rough and needy. Bishop’s tongue rolled into your mouth as he reached for your hand pulling it to his crotched and you cupped him over his zipper, he grunting into your mouth. Bishop’s hand went on top of yours pushing your hand into him more as he started to push you back towards the bath.

When your legs bumped into it, Bishop’s hands moved to grab your hips and he spun you around and he sat on the edge of it before you watched as his longs fingers pushed down his zipper and he reached into his boxers pulling out his hard cock. You looked down at him and licked your lips. You stepped over him so your legs where either side of his, Bishop reaching under your costume to hock his finger into the edge of your panties to movie them out of the way as you lined yourself up to him and you sunk down on him. Your mouth was slightly open as he stretched you, you missing the way he filled you up and Bishop let out a groan when he bottomed out in you, he missing your warm wet centre.  Your arms went around his neck, one of his arms around your middle and his other cupping your ass cheek, guiding you over him as you rocked your hips,

“I missed you babe, so much” you whimpered feeling your walls flutter around him.

“Me too baby” he grunted.

Your eyes were locked with his before your forehead rested on his, your hips moving faster over him and he started to thrust up into you. You loosened one arm from around him and reached down, your pointer finger finding your clit and rolling over it fast, your orgasm coming on faster because it had been so long,

“Yes, Bishop”  you whimpered

“Let me hear you baby”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and you moaned Bishop’s name loud as pure pleasure crashed over you as you came hard around him. Bishop started to thrust up into you as you started to come back down to reality, his grip on your behind bruising till he stilled and grunted your name loud, his realise spilling into you and he tried to catch his breath. Bishop’s hands came up to your face, cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply. You didn’t break the kiss as you stood up off him, your hands then moving to his cheeks. Bishop broke the kiss peppering your face with kisses before he let you step away to fix yourself up and he did the same,

“Trick or treat babe” you smiled at him and Bishop grinned as his fingers did up his belt,

“That baby, was a treat” he winked “the tricks can come out when we get home”

 Tags: @nestorocetevas @jemmakates @frattsparty​ @withmyteeth​ @lyly00

[navegandoaciegas]

A long way

Kinktober 7/31: creampie

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: trucker!bucky, hitchhiking, smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, hair pulling, one slap on the face, oral sex, alcohol consumption, degradading praise kink.

Summary: A broody and rough truck driver stops for you when no one else does. What happens when you spend a few days together?

A/N: day 7 of @itgetsdarksometimes35 spooky challenge + Kinktober. Thank you @buckycuddlebuddy for inspiring this and helping me out, ily baby!

You suppose he’s a nice guy under all the brooding, frowning, glaring; there must be some gentleness buried underneath all the roughness, some kindness hiding behind his steely eyes.

He’s got a hard exterior for sure, with his burly body and intricate tattoos, but he’s the only one who’s pulled over for you, all soaked, crying and alone on the side of the road, while other drivers sped past you, hitting potholes and splashing even more water and mud over you.

You have to admit, you would have done the same, because who the hell stops for hitchhikers in the middle of a thunderstorm? Bucky the trucker, apparently. At the same time, who in their right mind hitchhikes in the 21st century? Someone desperate enough. You.

The 70s and the Santa Rosa murders haven’t taught either of you much, it seems.

So either he’s a serial killer, or a sullen good samaritan.

“I’m gonna pull over in a couple miles, I need to rest a little.” he announces, voice flat, tightly gripping the steering wheel of his truck.

You have a feeling he doesn’t particularly like you. Nothing specific about you, just that you’re in his space, in his clothes, breathing his same air, and he can’t sulk on his own like he’s probably used to.

“It’s okay for me.” you mumble, fidgeting with the sleeves of his thick, grey sweatshirt. It wasn’t a question, but what else were you supposed to say?

He doesn’t acknowledge you.

Despite his murderous looks and apparent annoyance, you trust your gut feeling.

The guy could split your skull in half like a pistachio, but he doesn’t seem like he’ll actually go through with it, unless you change the frequency of that radio channel he’s listening to, or move around the pictures on his dashboard. Both of which you don’t intend on doing.

You observe his side profile, the delicate slope on his nose, chiselled jawline, high cheekbones, buzz cut chestnut hair, the tattoos snaking from his arm to the side of his neck, ending just below his ear.

He’s hot and menacing, and the idea that he could bang you like a screen door in a hurricane and kill you with his bare hands makes a shiver go down your spine and straight to your core.

You squirm in your seat, clenching your thighs, cursing you and your horny brain for the dirty images you’ve conveyed.

“You alright there, sugar?” he asks, and you think you see a little smirk dancing on his plush lips, “You seem a little bothered.”

The endearing name and the teasing are a new development, one that you don’t mind.

“Never been better.” you grumble, shooting him a glare of your own.

10 hours in his truck, and his mannerism is rubbing off on you already.

-

It’s a long way from Oregon to Florida when you have no money on you and you depend on a trucker’s route, a trucker you’ve been bickering and flirting with for hours.

45 hours later, you find yourself at a truck stop a long way from home, your feet propped against the dashboard, the seat reclined slightly.

It’s not the best setting, you’ll be honest with yourself.

Take out containers are littered around you, and Bucky keeps digging in the fries propped on your lap. You smile lazily at him, tipsy but still conscious on your second beer.

45 hours together is a long time when you spend it with the same person, in a small space. He’s still brooding, just looser. And drunker.

“So I said, fuck you and that two faced bitch, and spilled a wine bottle on his suit.” you hiccup, a hysterical laugh bubbling in your throat, “Red fuckin’ wine.”

Well, maybe you’re not as sober as you thought.

“No way.” he deadpans, taking a sip out of his beer. “Is that why you looked like a drowned rat hitchhiking in the middle of the night?”

“Mean, but yes. That cheating asshole. I hope his dick falls off. Not like he knew how to use it anyways.”

That seems to catch his attention.

“He didn’t?” he hums thoughtfully, with all the seriousness a drunk man can muster.

“He never got me off. Had to lock myself in the bathroom and do it myself.” you slur, “Never ate my pussy either.”

“God, suga’, that sounds tragic.”

Your lips twist in a disgusted expression, but you giggle when a thought stikes you.

“What about you? When was the last time you got any?”

He winces when he thinks about it, the frown on his forehead permanently etched there.

“A while ago.”

It’s silent for a moment, and maybe it’s the sexual tension that’s been building for a while, or the heat in his steely eyes, but you feel yourself grow warmer.

Your itch to touch him, taste him, feel him inside you. On your tongue, in your cunt, everywhere.

“Tragic.” you mumble, eyes boring into his.

It’s a rebound, or maybe it’s just that he’s hot and you’re both adults who can do whatever the hell you want.

It doesn’t make sense, the way you jump on him, slanting your mouth against his like you’ve never done before. The way his lips mold against yours, his tongue moves in sync with you, his hands on your body leave you feeling scorched. Your clothes and his sweater are discarded somewhere.

He tastes like beer, and tobacco, and his beard grazes against your skin, making you feel ticklish and giddy.

You’re drunk, and not on alcohol.

His touch is bruising, possessive, controlling. His teeth bite on your skin, he pulls on your hair, kneads the flesh of your ass, rolls and pinches your nipples.

Rough, just like him, and if the slick leaking out of you is any indication, you like that a lot.

“I’ll fuck you all the way to Florida babygirl, fuck you so good you never want to leave this fuckin’ truck.”

It’s embarrassing the way you’re panting, debauched already. Heat is pooling in your lower belly, and you want nothing more than for him to go feral on you.

“God, Bucky, I need you so much, need you inside me.” you whine, palming his cock through his denim jeans, feeling how hard and throbbing he is for you.

“Fuck.” he groans, quickly undoing your belt, freeing his cock.

It springs out of his briefs, standing against his stomach. He’s thick, and leaking with pre cum.

You bite your lips, shooting him a mischievous smile as you lower your face to his groin, ready to suck him off.

“No, I want to be inside you now.”

He grabs underneath your arms and lifts you up, maneuvering so that you’re straddling his lap.

You’re tipsy, about to let a man you barely know raw you in his truck, surrounded by containers of junk food.

It’s trashy, maybe, but who cares. Fuck trashy, and fuck your ex too.

You feel like all your breath has been knocked out of you when he pushes inside you, his cock stretching you out almost painfully.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” you whimper, steadying yourself on his broad chest, nails mapping out the outline of his tattoos.

“God baby, you’re so tight, I can feel that pretty pussy of yours squeezing me.” he moans, hands tightly gripping your hips, “Why don’t you show me how good you can ride my cock, yes?”

You grind yourself on his groin, rolling your hips in circular motion, feeling his cock hit all the sweet spots inside you. He suckles on your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.

Your pussy flutters around him, clamping down hard each time a wave of pleasure hits you.

“Look how good you’re doing, taking my cock so well like the little dumb slut you are baby.” he grunts, and his words shoot straight to your cunt, “Pretty cockdrunk whore, aren’t ya?”

You feel lightheaded.

Bouncing your ass up and down his cock, you feel yourself get closer.

“Fuck Buck- I’m-”

He cuts you off, swallowing your moans as you cum.

Your body shakes, your head spins and every nerve ending on your body is on fire, but he doesn’t give you time to come down from your high.

You slump against his bare chest, and he starts pounding inside you, holding your waist.

He pummels into your abused cunt, pulling one orgasm after the other out of you, until you’re sobbing. His sweaty skin slaps against yours, his balls against your ass. It’s so lewd it’s driving you crazy.

Tears and drool stream down your face.

“Look at you, messy girl, so eager for my cock. I can’t wait to fill you out with my cum baby, watch it drip out of your cunt.” he groans, balls getting tighter, thrusts messier. You feel him swell inside you. “I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Being filled with my cum to the brim.”

You’re lost in your own pleasure, and don’t answer until he slaps your face. Hard.

“Yes, please Bucky, I want you to fill my pussy, fuck-”

He bites down on your shoulder as he cums, painting your walls with his hot load as your pussy milks him dry.

“You did so good.” he hums, holding you close to his body as he comes down from his high, “Think you can give me one more?”

You nod, and lie on your back on the seats.

He watches entranced as his cum drips out of your cunt, and pushes it back inside with his fingers, smiling at the small noises you make.

He surprises you, latching his mouth around your swollen, overstimulated clit, sucking hard. He delves in your folds, circling his tongue on your bud, slurping up your juices and his, enjoying your taste mixing in with his as he keeps pumping his thick fingers inside you.

You’ve never felt this amount of pleasure before, and when you cum, your vision blacks out for several seconds, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just the best orgasm of your life.

You clamp down on his fingers, your release gushing on his mouth as the pressure in your cunt finally snaps.

He looks up at you, face covered in your slick.

���Don’t think I’m done with you baby.” he smirks, “I’ll never get enough of this sweet pussy.”

You grin, and pull him down on you, ready to start all over again.

It’s a long way to Florida, and you’re not sure you ever want to reach your destination, after all.

—-

Not proofread bc i like living on edge like that. Please leave some feedback!

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[actualbird]

Polyam NXX where they all fuck the depressing thoughts out of Luke? Marius fucking his ass, Artem riding his dick, Rosa riding his face, and Vyn kissing and caressing him all over, all at the same time.

n/s//f///w text in response (and also in the ask itself kjdsbfj) and oh god again why is this response so long, it is 1k words

HHGRHRGRGHR ANON....this caters to so many things i love so much, 1) luke being fucked to the high heavens, 2) LUKE TERRIBLY DEPPRESSING THOUGHTS ON HIMSELF, 3) nxx investigation polycule <3!!!

i can sense that this ask wants me to focus on the smut aspect of this and i will get to that but first i wanna talk about like. man, luke, in his relationship with the other four, would have his self doubt and self loathing magnified fourfold than if he was just with one person, i think.

he'd think terrible things like how hes dragging so many people down, how hes a greedy person, letting his life touch so many people's lives and fill their lives with sadness and worry. the other four know that luke has thoughts like this, and they all do their part in reassuring and comforting him and being there for him when hes put himself in a dark place. and it helps. it really, really helps to have people who love you, even the sad parts. but relationships also dont "fix" a person, they cant just magically get rid of doubts and insecurities. nobody in the group is under the impression that love is going to "fix" the sadness luke has, but thats not going to stop them from loving him anyway. luke is grateful, luke pours his love out to them back times a hundred...

but deep in his heart, theres a cruel voice that sounds like his own telling him it's never going to be enough, what he gives. that nothing he will do will ever make up for the fact that he's him.

still, after a while of dating the others, after a while of being steadily encouraged little by little to reach out when he needs help and comfort, luke hazards a chance to ask one day. for the first time ever.

i can imagine the scene something like this:

the whole team managing to find a space in their busy schedules to meet up together outside of nxx business. theyre at mc's apartment maybe. artem is cooking dinner while marius commentates the cooking from where he's seated at the dining nook, "when onions hit the pan, the panties hit the FLOOR." and artem throws a dishtowel at marius' face fondly. softly, music plays from some speakers hooked up to somebody's tablet, some calm old song. vyn and mc are being horrendously romantic, idly dancing to the music and laughing when marius squawks at artem's dishtowel attack. and luke sits on the couch, looking at all of them, feeling such a burst of light from his heart. these are his partners, silly and loving and wonderful, and he wants to give them all the love he has in his heart.

but the thing about luke is that his happiness has always been annotated with doubt. in the footnotes of all his joys is the dark voice inside of him, the voice that sounds like his own, telling him he doesnt deserve this.

but he can see them though. he can see how brightly they all shine, how they always coax him to stand in the light. so after dinner has been eaten (it's delicious, obviously, artem wing homecook masterchef), after the movie they picked out has been watched (it was marius' turn to pick the movie and he picked something stupidly trashy yet raucously enjoyable to watch with others), after they start retiring to go bed together (GOD, im assuming they all get like, bigger beds sjkdbfkjd, marius is the wallet of this polycule, it's fine, he'll cover it), after all that, luke asks.

he asks for help. he trembles ever so slightly as he does it, looking away, and the rest of them can see that him doing this is something agonizing for him. that admitting that hes hurting and asking for comfort is something that seems to pain him, not because he doesnt like them and the love they give, but because he doesnt like himself, because he doesnt see himself as worthy to receive that love.

"i--i dont know what im asking for, actually," luke lets out a self deprecating laugh as he starts to backpedal back into the shadows, overwhelmed by how in this moment, theyre seeing him. theyre seeing the messy part of him he hates so, so much. "sorry, you know me. my head gets like this. sorry. i'll get over--"

hes stopped before he can continue that sentence. mc is the first one to hold his face gently, to coax him to look at her, and in her gaze isnt the disgust luke was expecting. it's something open and beautiful, and when luke looks at everybody else, the same thing is clear in their eyes.

they see this part of him he hates so much and they dont turn him away like he does with himself. they accept him and their kindness starts to wash over the shores of luke's heart.

i like to think they didnt actually plan to have hot group sex focused on fucking the depressing thoughts of luke pearce. it goes more like... mc kisses luke all gentle and sweet and then marius goes to hug luke from behind and he starts praising luke in a teasing way that makes luke laugh softly against mc's lips. when mc pulls away (and she pulls away with a smile), artem is the one who kisses luke next, passionate and devoted and vyn joins in on the "praise luke pearce" agenda, whispering sweet nothings to luke as luke starts to tremble once more, not in hatred or fear this time though, but in how overwhelmed he is. eventually the reassuring kisses and touches start to get a little bit heated because come on, luke is being held and touched by four beautiful people, it's hard to NOT get hard when that happens, and the rest are also easy to get worked up when theyre all together and close and intimate like this.

SO YEAH, they get to fucking!!!! very focused on luke because the other four reach this unspoken agreement to like, make luke feel so good that his mind can go blank tonight. that he can just let go and let them take care of him.

and take care of him they DOOOOOO. in between moaning against mc's cunt, shaking from sensations of fucking artem and being fucked marius, his body relentlessly touched by vyn, all his lovers taking pleasure from luke and giving pleasure back, luke loses himself. he lets go.

the voice in his mind does not quiet so much as be spoken over by the loving voices of his lovers.

his body submits to their actions. his mind fills with their words. and his heart?

he gives that to them to take care of.

[00gangfriend00]

heyyy bitch you should write a little drivey fic pls 🚙 vroom vroom vibes only

hi babe. vroom vroom! I am at work Not Working so here is your drivey fic.

It's not that he is having trouble sleeping. He can't sleep. Don't matter how many times he tosses and turns, it won't come.

It's been goin on for a week or so now, and he can't pinpoint any real reason why. Rosa tellin' him it's stress, is always going on about stress. Rhea's tellin' him its old age.

Whatever it is, it's fuckin with his mind.

Surrendering momentarily and sitting upright, he flicks on the bedside lamp. Marcus isn't here tonight, which always makes the nights more insufferable. That little squirrel snore across the hall does wonders in quietin' his mind.

He looks around at the warmly lit room. His stuff. Used to dream of this.

Used to dream of having bullshit modern art on his walls. Of walking into one of those fancy ass, white-ass art stores, not even askin' for the price.

Of taking the elevator all the way to the top. Penthouse. Dope shoes. New whip.

Now he's got it. He's at the top.

Still can't fuckin sleep.

So he grabs his keys, tired of staring at the walls, and does what he always does.

It's just going for a drive. Don't matter that the destination's always the same - it's the drive. That's what mellows him enough to finally shut his eyes.

Never mind that it'll l be the third time this week he's shown up outside her house in the middle of the night. There's just somethin' bout the rhythmic suburban sprinkler systems, the twisting parade of manicured lawns, the quiet sigh of each darkened window.

Yah, he knows it makes him look like a fucking stalker, he knows.

Hates it too, its just that he..

"Can't sleep?"

Her voice startles him, he didn't hear the tap on the window, but there she is - shivering outside the car door.

It's cold out, fuck. She's in her little slippers and some thin cotton thing that he's not not thinkin' about.

The window rolls down between them.

"I was in the area."

She grins like each and every one of the 22 minutes it takes to get out here from downtown is personally amusing to her.

"Get in."

'What?"

"You gonna freeze, Elizabeth."

"I was just checking to see if -" She catches herself mid-excuse. He'd been up thinkin' about her and she'd been up thinkin' about him. They're predictable like that. He's not about to deny it, at least. "Okay."

"You look tired". She whispers into the streetlight-lit interior. The light flashes in alternating beats across her face as they pull off the street and onto the highway.

"Gee, thanks." He lolls his head, taking her in and smiling briefly.

She smiles back, something nostalgic and a little forlorn. Her cheeks are wet, he can see the dampness catching blue dashboard light. She notices him noticing and -

"Take me for a drive." She perks upright. Sniffling and buckling her seatbelt with dramatics.

"You got it, boss."

They pull out onto the empty highway, goin' about 20 over. Her hands out the window, bobbing up and down. All that freezing cold air blastin' through the passenger side but - he ain't about to say anything. It's nice, actually, this.

He slows to pull off the next exit. She turns in silent question.

"You hungry?"

"Now?!"

"Yah, now."

"I guess..."

"Nothin' ever easy with you is it?"

He can hear her silent O of accusation without even takin' his off the road.

"I just don't typically eat at 3 o'clock in the morning."

He's grinning as he pulls into a White Castle.

"No time like the present."

--

She's sprawled across him, speak-yelling out the window into the drive-thru speaker.

"I will have a double cheeseburger slider special with the, umm, the loaded fries and.... a chocolate shake."

"Damn."

"Go big or go home, right?" Her shark-tooth grin glistens.

It's hard not to smile back, her nose blushed red from the wind, eyes sparkling. So he does. Like an idiot.

Their haul arrives, and they settle up. (He paid, only cause she didn't bring no wallet, and apparently doesn't appreciate bein' called out on it.)

"No eating in this car, though."

Her french-fry pace doesn't slow.

"Elizabeth, I'm serious."

"Are you kidding me? I am not standing outside."

"We'll eat inside then."

"I am in my pajamas."

"Aint nobody in there."

"This was your idea!"

"You're the one ordering cheese-covered shit, not me."

"I can't go in there." Her arms are crossed like a petulant little child.

He sighs.

"My pajamas are see-through."

"Yah mama, I know." His mouth slips into a smirk as he looks her slowly up and down, and she playfully hits him on the arm.

So they end up in yellow-plastic seats across from one another, with their backs to a ball-pit play area.

It's fuckin weird. It's nice.

Fun, even.

Under the harsh flourescent light, she's even more exposed than before. He's no better in his sweatpants and tee-shirt. No one's around, and with the way she's laughing, the way his body feels relaxed like it hasn't in weeks, it makes him think that very little would shake them from this moment. The whole damn city could come through those swinging doors, and he might not even notice.

Ah, damn.

The sky is grey in anticipation of daylight by the time he pulls back up to her door. They'd been quiet on the way back, yawning from time to time. She'd been humming a simple tune.

They sit like that for a beat in the driveway. Peaceful. Content.

"Dean took the kids."

"When?!"

"This evening. Well, yesterday evening I guess. Last night."

He scrubs his hand over his face, unsure how to play this, scared to expose the way he's feelin'. Been feelin'.

Scared something in his eyes might give away how many nights he's spent sittin' on this very street, pretending she ain't the reason why.

"Shit, Elizabeth. I'm -"

"No. It's okay. I had a really good night." She turns to him now. A shy smile hesitating on her lips.

He nods.

"Get some sleep okay?"

"You sound like my -" But the car door shuts.

She's walking up the driveway and into the sunrise.

He knows he'll sleep the moment his head hits the pillow.

Shit.

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

> series masterlist <

Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[sisterspooky1013]

Nuptiae Sub Rosa, Chapter 14

Rated Explicit / Read it here on AO3

“Because it is personal, Mulder. Because without the FBI, personal interest is all that I have. And if you take that away then there is no reason for me to continue.”

She turns from him, opening the multiple locks on the door with impressive speed before she stalks out in a huff. The clang of the slamming door echoes in the room, and Mulder turns to his friends. They’ve been watching the whole exchange with unease, caught in an argument that felt a little too intimate for an audience, and are now casting him expectant expressions.

“Thanks for your support, guys,” he remarks sarcastically. “Should I take this to mean you’re switching sides? Are you Scully’s friends now?”

Frohike scowls at him. “If you’re going to keep your head crammed this far up your ass then yeah, probably,” he says with a surprising amount of vitriol.

Mulder visibly recoils, looking to Langly and Byers and finding that they each mirror Frohike’s attitude, which is none too happy with him.

“Are you serious?” he asks incredulously. “You take her side in this? You guys know Diana. You know she’s a friend to the X-files.”

“I know she had you wrapped around her finger when you two were a thing,” Langly says chidingly. “Seems like she still does.”

Mulder’s mouth hangs open a moment, unable to fathom this unexpected deviation in loyalty. He heaves a sigh, sets his jaw, and nods resolutely.

“Got it,” he says flatly, then turns to leave.

“Mulder,” Byers calls out just as he reaches the door.

Mulder turns back to look at them lined up shoulder to shoulder like a little oddball army.

“You’re making the wrong choice,” Byers cautions, and Mulder shakes his head at them before walking out into the graying quiet of dusk.

Dropping heavily into the driver’s seat of his car, he slams the door closed more forcefully than is necessary, just for the release of slamming it. Anger seethes beneath his skin, heaves in his chest, and thrums in his jaw until it aches. Why is everyone making this out to be a choice he’s making, that he’s choosing Diana over Scully, or that his allegiances aren’t where they should be? This is about the files, and it always has been. It’s about the truth.

He takes out his cell phone, punching the speed dial with angry jabs and chewing on his lip while it rings.

“Scully.”

“Where are you?” he asks, and he knows his tone is unnecessarily short, but he doesn’t care.

She hesitates, and he wonders if she’s going to hang up on him. “I’m headed back to work,” she finally answers, but her tone is guarded and cagey.

“To do what?”

Again, she doesn’t answer right away. He can feel her distrust, her reluctance to include him in their work. A wash of sadness floods through him, extinguishing the anger.

“Scully...please talk to me,” he says much more softly, and he can hear her sigh on the other end of the line.

“Can you meet me at my apartment in twenty minutes?” she asks, and while he’s relieved that she wants to see him, her tone is still too formal and business-like. Still not ready to trust him.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” he answers before ending the call. He drops his head back onto the headrest.

It comes down to a matter of trust. I guess it always has.

They’ve been here before, and Scully insisted then that she wasn’t asking him to choose, that she was only asking him to trust her. But now she is asking him to trust her belief that Diana isn’t who she says she is, and isn’t that essentially the same thing? Instead of moving forward, they just keep circling around this topic of Diana, and it’s exhausting.

He starts the car and heads towards Georgetown, ready to go to battle with the one person he’d never imagined would become his enemy.

———

She leaves the door unlocked and waits for him in the armchair that faces the entryway. She works to remain calm, not to let her emotions cloud her composure. She tries to be who she normally is in their relationship: the rational one.

She can suddenly understand how it must feel for him when she isn’t able to accept things that seem plainly obvious. When she’s reluctant to believe, even with compelling evidence. She tries to put herself in his shoes, which are really her own so much of the time. What makes her hesitant to believe, and what would she need in order to do so? The tables are so entirely turned that she will take on the role of the psychologist, questioning his motives and what drives them. How can she get inside his head, so that she might guide him out of it?

His knock isn’t the angry one she was expecting, and she calls for him to come in hoping that he’ll have had some time to think. Perhaps she’ll get to speak to her partner rather than this irrational man she doesn’t know. He approaches cautiously, taking the seat on the end of the couch closest to her and perching near the edge, not bothering with trying to get comfortable. He rests his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring at them like he might find the answers there.

“I’m at a loss, Mulder,” she begins gently, and he lifts his head to look at her. “I don’t understand why, with all that I’ve shown you and all you’ve seen with your own eyes, you can’t even entertain the idea that Diana might not be who you think she is.”

He scoffs, and she can see him going right back into a defensive posture. She scoots forward until her knee touches his, trying to ground him here, to keep him with her.

“Help me understand,” she pleads. “What is it that you need in order to believe what I’m saying?”

He stands, bumping her leg aside in the process, and stalks over to the fireplace.

“That’s exactly it, Scully!” he shouts. “You’re ready to go to any length to make her out to be the bad guy. What is it you need in order to believe what I’m saying?”

She moves to stand near him, her attempts at a reasonable approach thwarted by his anger.

“There is nothing you can do or say that will make me trust that woman, Mulder. I’m as sure that she is untrustworthy as I am of any other irrefutable fact. The sky is blue, grass is green, and Diana Fowley is working with the very men you seek to bring to justice.” She tries to keep her voice level, to remain calm. Her fingernails dig into her palms, cycling her anger inward only for it to loop back through the same circuit again. She can see the twitch of Mulder’s jaw as he avoids looking at her, moments away from exploding. “You’ve accused me of making this personal, Mulder, but it’s you who is letting your personal interest cloud your judgement here, not me.”

He deflates a little, meeting her eye with a questioning look. Something about what she just said reached him. She steps closer and takes his hand, tries again to connect.

“I know she’s hurt you before, Mulder,” she pleads. “I don’t understand why you’re so willing to give her a chance to do it again.”

“Diana is...she’s willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goal,” he starts with a more measured tone, looking down at their clasped hands. “I believe that her goal here is to protect the X-files and uncover the same conspiracy that we have sought the answers to. Her methods may be unconventional to you, they may not be tidy and easy to explain, but I have to believe that her motives are pure.”

“What if they’re not, Mulder?” she asks, giving his hand a squeeze.

“What if they are?” he counters, shaking her hand loose. “You aren’t willing to do what you’re asking me to, Scully. You haven’t even given her a chance.”

She closes her eyes and takes a steadying breath.

“I have, Mulder,” she replies, opening her eyes to see a pained expression on his face. She knows him well enough to see the fear underneath it. “I have tried, though it may not look like it to you.”

He swallows. “And?”

“And I come up with the same result each time. She’s not acting in your best interest, or that of the files. If she’s helping you, as you claim she is, then why does she continue to thwart our investigation?”

He opens his mouth to speak and she grabs his hand again, cutting him off.

“I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to offer a hundred excuses, because that’s what she’s offering you. But will you please, just for your own safety, keep your eyes open? I understand that you don’t want to believe that she’d betray you, but you’re so closed off to the idea that you’re not seeing the full picture.” He shakes his head, ready to offer a rebuttal. “I’m not asking you to believe that she’s your enemy, but can you at least see her actions through a more neutral lens, rather than one that justifies everything she does? Just for a little bit, consider the possibility that she is doing what’s best for herself, not you. You might see things a bit differently if you can open your mind to the possibility.”

He shoots her a look and she can’t help but smile a little.

“I realize the irony in me saying that to you. But Mulder, when we met, you didn’t trust me, right? Not at first?”

“Not at first, no,” he answers softly.

“You don’t trust people easily. They have to earn it. I had to earn it. The least you can do is make her earn it too.”

He gives her that exasperated look again. “She did, Scully, a long time ago.”

“Yes, and then she abandoned you. It seems fair that she should have to earn it back, doesn’t it?” she says flatly.

He releases her hand and moves to the couch, sitting heavily. Leaning his head back, he rubs his hands over his face. She walks over and sits sideways on the cushion beside him, facing him. He lifts his head and looks at her with the saddest eyes she’s seen in a long time.

“It is personal, Mulder. I care about the X-files, but I also care about you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She can feel the tightness in her throat that signals impending tears, and tries to quell them.

“I know,” he answers softly, then extends his arm to loop it around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug. “I’ll try, okay? I’ll keep my eyes open.”

“Thank you,” she says against his chest.

———

He sits on the jagged gravel that fills the spaces between the railroad ties, Scully’s wrecked car a few feet away from him. She’s on the phone with AD Skinner, trying to get him to come pick them up without providing any context. They both knew without discussing it that it’s a request she is more likely to get traction on; Skinner has never tried all that hard to mask his clear preference for one of his former agents over the other.

He wonders what’s happening at El Rico Air Force Base, what’s happening to Diana. He did as Scully asked. He went to her apartment with his eyes wide open. He wasn’t expecting to meet CGB Spender there, and what the man shared is more than Mulder can even begin to wrap his mind around. The idea that his father sacrificed Samantha makes him nauseous, and he refuses to believe it. Why, after all the lies that chain smoking bastard has told, would he start giving weight to his claims now?

He’d had a lot of time to think about it while he waited for Diana to return to her apartment. This alleged escape hatch, this chance to be reunited with his sister and save himself; it sounded too good to be true. If he really thought it was all that Spender claimed it to be, he’d have to get Scully to go as well, but she would never even consider it. Scully would never align with the other side, even to save her own life.

But what about Diana? Would she abandon humanity to save herself? Isn’t that what Scully had been saying about her all along? He’d been given a way to find out, by way of that slip of paper CGB placed in his hand.

He’d watched Diana carefully as she entered her apartment, as he told her what had happened and what he knew. As he offered her the opportunity to run for the hills alongside the cowards who got them into this mess. He saw the flickers of fear in her eyes as he questioned her loyalty; is this what Scully has seen in her all along? Was it there, and he just didn’t want to see it?

If Diana really knew him, if she was really as invested in his cause as she claimed, she would have refused. She would have fought until the last possible moment, like he intends to do. Like he knows Scully will. But she’d accepted it, and she’d kissed him. The kiss was an unexpected surprise, and just as unexpected was how empty it felt. Whatever connection they’d had before, it was gone. Whoever Diana was before, she isn’t that person anymore. Does that mean she’s his enemy? He’s not entirely sure, and he may never be. Scully was right about one thing, and it’s that Diana will do whatever she needs to to save herself, the rest of the world be damned.

He stands, moving to inspect the damage to Scully’s car as he hears her now calling emergency services to the base, just in case something of interest really did happen there. For all he knows it was a trap set solely for him, but they won’t know until they have a look themselves. He sees headlights approaching alongside the tracks.

“This is him.”

———

The smell of burnt flesh hangs heavily in the air, bringing forth memories of autopsy bays and plane crashes of cases past, and the stink of Ruskin Dam. Lights from the fire trucks and ambulances flicker yellow and red against the high ceiling of the hangar, making it feel just a bit like they’re in a nightclub instead of the site of a mass execution. She sits shoulder to shoulder with Mulder near the wall, casting sideways glances at him intermittently. She knows he’d told Diana to meet him here, and is sure he’s thinking that one of the charred corpses being photographed by the CSI team is hers, just as she thinks that one of them is Cassandra. She can’t bring herself to ask what happened at Diana’s apartment, to risk sounding like she doesn’t care that Diana is dead. Her feelings about the woman aside, no one should have to see a person they’ve cared for burnt up like that, not even someone as traitorous as Agent Fowley.

“I’m just glad you weren’t here, Mulder. That you didn’t make it in time,” she offers, and it’s genuine. Her stomach goes into knots considering that Mulder could have been among the charred remains.

He shakes his head ruefully. “I wouldn’t have been here, Scully. I never planned to be.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, confusion furrowing her brow.

He looks at her, and she’s stricken by the pain and resignation in his eyes.

“I figured it was some kind of trap, or set up, considering the messenger. I just needed to know...I needed to know if Diana would take the deal. If she would save herself, given the opportunity. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that she did. I’m betting you aren’t.”

She sighs heavily and slides her arm across his shoulders, offering comfort but not a response. There is no value in an I told you so.

“Fox,” someone calls, and they look up to see Diana walking towards them. She is very much alive and clearly unscathed, not so much as a scuff on her designer boots.

Scully flinches in anticipation of Mulder leaping up to greet her, to be relieved that she’s okay, and removes her hand from his back. To her pleasant surprise, he straightens up a little but doesn’t move.

“Diana,” he says with only a hint of relief. There’s more skepticism in his voice than she’s ever heard him direct towards Diana. “Where have you been?”

“I ran into some traffic on the way. What happened here?” she asks, and Scully studies Mulder’s reaction, the way his eyes narrow.

“I left your apartment two hours ago,” he remarks coolly. “Must have been some serious traffic.”

Diana glances between him and Scully, calculating her next move.

“I didn’t see your car here, Fox. Can I give you a ride home?”

“No, thanks. I’m all set,” Mulder answers, fixing a vacant stare on her.

“Alright,” Diana says with feigned casualness, though it’s clear to see she’s frazzled. “We’ll talk soon, okay?”

“Goodbye, Diana,” Mulder answers, and Diana bobs her head awkwardly before turning to leave.

Scully studies the side of his face, considering how to ask a million questions, unsure if now is the right time. Before she can find the right words for any of them, Mulder looks at her and speaks.

“I don’t know for sure who her allegiance is to, Scully. Maybe it’s just to herself, or maybe it’s worse than that. But I’m keeping my eyes open, okay? I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you.”

She brings her hand back to rest on his shoulder and gives him a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s okay, Mulder. I understand.”

“You shouldn’t, Scully,” he says with some irritation. “You don’t need to make excuses for me. I was hypocritical and endangered both of our safety. You said it yourself. I told you to trust no one and yet trusted Diana without question. I was an asshole.”

“Okay,” she replies gently. “I will concede that you were an asshole.” A small smile quirks at the corners of his mouth. “But if you being an asshole were a dealbreaker, we would have been partners for about fifteen minutes. Maybe not even that long,” she quips, returning his smile.

He loops his arm around her waist, tugging her closer so their sides are pressed together in a makeshift hug. She rests her head against his shoulder and he sets his chin on the crown of her head.

“Thanks for putting up with me, G-woman.”

Looking beyond the flashing lights of a row of squad cars, she can see Diana talking with Skinner and a group of others, her arms crossed over her chest. The group disperses and Diana turns to look over to where she’d left them a few minutes earlier. While Scully can’t see her face clearly, she levels her very best glare in that direction, and hopes that Diana can feel it.

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