#answers to questions y'all actually asked

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

my heart over yours; part two | j.fleming x reader

prompt: your attention is suddenly not fully on jessie and she's not taking it well.

author notes: here's the part two y'all wanted 🥳 thanks for all the love on the first part like i swear i seen everything, just too nervous to say anything back lmaoo. regardless i hope this meets expectations 💗 enjoy! p.s. i swear the fic reads better while listening to the song...

contains: ucla!jessie x reader, childhood bestie!jessie, jealous!jessie, jeffery is trying to not tweak out 💔 #failed, reader is sorta of a bad gf/about to be gf to blondie, slight guilt tripping (?) not on purpose, spelling / grammatical issues maybe ignore them, jessie is sorta mean in this..

part one

playing been away by brent faiyaz 🎵

you don't answer jessie's question right away. easily being able to spot the badly hidden irritation in her voice, she could never hide her emotions from you. your heartbeat picks up as you look away from your screen. your eyes landing on your wall before you say anything. jessie asks something else before you can even answer her first question; "what did you say?"

"jess, what do you mean what did i say? if i said i forgot.. and.." you try to figure out what to say but can't find the words to tell your bestfriend that you forgot her game and technically can't make it because of a date with some girl you hardly know from class. jessie stays silent as she gets up out of the hotel bed. leaving her phone on the bed, her camera just facing the ceiling. you narrow your eyes in confusion, but before you could even say anything jessie comes back into the frame.

she grabs her phone then sets it up against something on the nightstand next to the bed. your confusion worsens as you notice some type of shirt in her hands as she walks back a little so that most of her is in the frame; now that you can fully see her you notice that she's wearing your plaid pajama shorts and your hoodie.

"so that's where my clothes went?" you say in a joking tone, trying to lighten the mood. you smile once you see jessie let out a soft giggle. she shakes her head before holding up the shirt; showing off the backside that has your last name on it. now that you can see what the shirt actually is you can see it's a national canadian team jersey. you let out a loud laugh of disbelief, not expecting to see your name on the back in of a national team jersey ever. "jessie..what..?" you say, a smile on your lips.

jessie holds up the jersey for a few minutes before moving out of frame to go put it back near her bag on the other side of the room. she comes back to the phone, picks it up, and lays down on her bed.

"all of the team said we should get you this since you're always at every game.. sometimes.." you giggle hearing jessie say sometimes, she gives you a little eye roll before continuing, "and we were going to surprise you with it this weekend but.."

her trailing off makes you frown. guilt rushes into your mind. you have been to a majority of the canadian national team's games especially if they happened in canada; it just felt natural to support jessie and pretty soon after attending your fifth game, you weren't just attending for jessie. you went to the games to see the other national team players as well. with the whole team becoming close to you just as they are close to jessie. you're basically a honorary player.

"god, jessie-" again you try to explain yourself more, but she cuts you off again. "sorry i just keep not letting you talk, but, god.. you don't have to come if you don't want to. it's not like i want to guilt you into doing something. never that," jessie says softly. you let out a sigh at how kind-hearted jessie can really be. she was a true sweetheart.

you go silent for a few moments. thinking about the current situation and how you could possibly not hurt anyone's feelings in the process. jessie was your top priority, but sasha didn't deserve to just be blown off. she wasn't too bad; she was really a good person too. it didn't feel fair to just drop her. you let out a soft gasp when an idea comes to your mind. jessie furrows her brows as you say, "i'll come but i have to talk to sasha first. you know about the date. don't wanna just blow her off."

"oh, okay. yeah that's.. whatever," the freckled woman tries to hide the irritation that's back in her tone. why did you have to talk to sasha about anything? especially something pertaining to you and jessie, not sasha. you hardly knew the girl and now you needed her opinion on decisions that frankly don't have nothing to do with her? it was slowly pissing jessie off. she fights off to urge to say that you actually don't have to talk to sasha first and you could just get on the first flight to san diego instead of wasting your time on some blonde chick who doesn't even know you; well, doesn't know you like how jessie knows you.

she wasn't even your girlfriend, just some date. hardly that, more like a project partner.

you can hear the irritation in her voice easily, again, jessie couldn't hide her emotions around you to save her life but you don't address it. reminding yourself to talk to her about it when you come down to san diego for the game.

soon enough the conversation moves away from anything sasha related with you not wanting to annoy jessie any further. she rambles to you about this show she's been watching throughout camp and how when she went to the beach she got thrown in the water and also how she saw this shop that she thinks you would like and so much more. that short time period where it felt like you two hardly talked really took it's toll on her, who else could she talk to about anything and everything? no one else. that period of time took it's toll on you too. you didn't realize how much you missed jessie until you talked to her for hours.

that night she refused to let you hang up, not that you were going to. asking (pouting at you) for you to fall asleep on facetime with her. you obviously agreed; falling asleep first. once you fully fell asleep, jessie took a few facetime photos. putting them in her folder in her gallery that she has for you. eventually she drifts off to sleep too. sasha long forgotten.

in the morning you're the one who hangs up first at the dismay of jessie. the canadian player tried her hardest to get you to stay on the phone until she had to go training which was in two hours. unfortunately, you had a morning class and felt weird about staying on the phone while in a classroom of nearly hundred people.

"i'll be silent, c'mon," jessie pouts. her hair is an absolute mess, stray hairs flying everywhere out of her loosely tied ponytail. she's still so tired. you can tell by how she's trying to keep her eyes open; her tired voice makes you smile.

"no, jess, you c'mon. you are so noisy when you're getting ready," you say. jessie lets out a groan before shaking her head, "no i'm not. i think you confused yourself with me because that's all you."

"stop lying to yourself, freckles."

"whatever, whatever. go ahead and leave me here.. all alone.." you roll your eyes at jessie's dramatics. she groans again when even her dramatics don't work. you finally hang up after promising her that you would call her tonight. she texts you hardly a minute after you hanged up,

freckles 💗

you woke me up, left, and now i can't sleep 😐

you

that's not even my fault

blame ucla

freckles 💗

im not saying you should have skipped class for your long term bestfriend..

but im not saying you shouldn't have

you

did someone replace my bestfriend?

my jess always forced me to go to class so..

freckles 💗

👎👎👎

not replaced it's called upgraded

you send a few texts back before slipping your phone into your bag. it seems that jessie falls back to sleep as you don't feel no vibrations from your phone as you walk to your first class.

the day passes by slowly as you bounce from class to class. why did you pick this major again? you can't even remember at this point. jessie sent you a few photos of her eating breakfast earlier. those made you smile and feel a little less exhausted. if only she was here. the day continues on and eventually you reach the class where sasha is in.

you two haven't talked since she asked you out yesterday. you were busy talking to jessie and you guess sasha had other things to do as well. now she's sitting next to you in class. sasha's playing with your fingers while telling you about how she struggled to cook dinner last night. you make a few jokes about how she could probably burn water if she had the chance which makes her give you a playful push to the shoulder.

"uh, sash. can i call you that?" you ask softly, unsure about giving her a nickname. sasha smiles, "of course you can. it's better than blondie, you know."

"who calls you that?"

"idiots who don't know me," she gives you a cheeky smile before shrugging, "but you do know me so don't call me blondie. alright?"

you give her a nod while smiling. the woman has a good sense of humor, you won't deny it. not like jessie's but funny. you mentally scold yourself for comparing the two; they are two different people, obviously they won't act the same.

"alright. anyways, i have something to ask you," your eyes glance over to the door of the classroom where your professor now comes though, "after though. our professor finally decided to show up." sasha giggles at your jab before nodding, pulling away from touching your hand.

the lecture lasts for nearly three hours. with the professor at the end reminding everyone to turn in their projects next week. good thing you and sasha finished that huge hunk of work earlier in the week; you didn't feel like stressing about that while down in san diego. sasha holds onto your arm as you two walk out of class then towards her dorm. "i didn't know rather your question was something important, so i wanted to give us some privacy. you know," sasha smiles as she lets your arm go.

"yeah, i get it," you walk into the vaguely familiar space after she unlocks the door. dropping your bag onto the floor next to her bed before sitting on it. you watch sasha slip her shoes off before joining you on the bed; shoulder to shoulder. for some reason you shift away, not out of rudeness. you just didn't want to be that close right now. if sasha cared she didn't say anything.

"okay, so, do you know about the usa vs canada friendly that's happening in san diego over the weekend, right?" you say, remembering how sasha and you talked about soccer sometime ago.

"yeah. what about it?"

"you know my bestfriend, jessie?" you don't notice how sasha purses her lips hearing you say jessie's name, you continue, "she plays for canada and i always go to her games. i been missing her and her entire team, so i planned to go to the game this weekend and forgot to tell you. i don't regret saying yes to the date, but i was thinking.. instead of going on the date you could come with me to the game? it would be so fun, i swear!"

sasha was feeling conflicted at first. she wanted to spend time one on one with you, so you two could possibly further this relationship between you but having the opportunity to go to an international friendly wasn't usually given to her. "yeah! okay, let's go. i been wanting to see the usa play for so long anyways," she gives you one of her usual bright smiles. seeing that smile calms your nerves. now you just had to tell jessie.

you spend almost ten minutes in sasha's dorm. just playing around and talking before you notice how it's starting to get late. sasha walks you all the way out of her dorm building, telling you to sleep well as you leave. you give her a smile before continuing to walk away.

the moment you get into jessie and yours dorm, you text her.

you

i asked sash if she wanted to come to the game

she said yes

can you get her a ticket pleasee. all the good ones sold out

freckles 💗

who is sash??

you

sasha..??

jessie just came back from training, already having taken her after practice shower and changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. she wanted to be ready to facetime all night, no interruptions. she wasn't expecting you to text her about sasha; at least not like that. after last night, jessie almost prayed for you to text her the next day that you were coming alone. she didn't expect you to text that you invited sasha to her game. and now you're giving this blonde chick nicknames? all jessie can do is roll her eyes. she fights the urge to lie and say that she couldn't get any tickets; that the game is fully sold out, but she knows you would catch that lie easily. while jessie's thinking about it, her phone vibrates with another text from you.

you

im going to get in the shower

text me yes or no

if yes send the ticket 🙏 ur a lifesaver if yes

your text makes jessie sigh. she doesn't want to disappoint you even if it kills her. around ten minutes after you sent that text, she starts to ask around if she could get a ticket for the game. claiming it was for "a friend" she cringed saying that, but regardless. it wasn't hard to get a ticket, she is a player after all.

you get out of the shower an hour later. you're drying your hair as you move over to your bed to grab your phone; noticing a text from jessie. you smile as you read,

freckles 💗

i got one

*photo attachment sent*

you can give it to her when she comes down with you i guess

i'll just give it to you

you click on the photo, zooming in to see what seat sasha will be sitting at. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you realize the seat on her ticket is on the other side of the stadium, away from you.

you

bro jess

that ticket isn't even near me 😭

freckles 💗

you didn't say anything about wanting the ticket to be near you

be clearer next time what 👎👎

you

be so serious..

jessie facetimes you and obviously you answer. now sitting down on your bed, your phone propped up against a plushie near your pillow. you sitting slightly to the side, trying to braid your hair. once jessie phone connects, she's pouting, "i can't see your face."

"yes you can, jess," you giggle. jessie pouts gets worse, "hardly.."

"you're such a baby," you look at the screen to see jessie resting her face against one of the hotel bed pillows, her hair a little messy and out of a ponytail. the sight makes you giggle again; how she's looking is just proving your point. jessie is a baby.

"i'm not a baby. just miss you..wanna see you," she says softly. being away from you without talking much was already tiring her out. she wasn't used to it, if you two could be on the phone all day she would. the second you step foot into san diego, you aren't getting rid of her. irritation bothers her mind again as jessie remembers that you invited that blonde to come see the game. she smiles when you say, "miss you more. i feel so bad. it's my fault we haven't been talking and seeing eachother as much."

"blame ucla, isn't that what you said earlier?" jessie jokes, "no but seriously, it's not your fault. you're just so hardworking. it's admirable"

"i know jessie fleming isn't calling someone else hardworking," you joke back. trying to hide how jessie's compliment makes you smile so hard; it's her favorite thing to tease you about. she was addicted to complimenting you it seemed. the canadian always had something good to say about you, it's a habit she gained back when you two became friends in elementary.

she scoffs, "i swear you work harder than me." right after saying that she yawns. you don't even try to argue with her. knowing how stubborn jessie can be sometimes. you yawn too, the day was tiring enough and seeing jessie makes you even sleepier. you read somewhere about how people get all sleepy around others who make them feel safe? yeah, that's what's going on here. too bad you weren't in her arms right now, instead talking to a screen. you get up out of bed, going out of the frame to go cut off the light before coming back to lay on your bed. shifting to be in a similar position as jessie.

"god, now you're copying me? you're obsessed," she jokes, making you roll your eyes. "be so serious with yourself. you are the one always wearing my clothes."

"alright. i can't argue against that," jessie yawns again. you decide this is the best time to talk about the ticket situation before jessie ends up dozing off like she always does. you shift again, pressing your face against your pillow as you pull up the cover; making your lips slightly pouty. jessie smiles seeing you all pouty and sleepy. she couldn't wait to see you in person. too bad that smile doesn't last long as you say, "why would you get sash seats so far away from me? that woman is going to be so lost."

the canadian scoffs, not wanting to talk about this right now or talk about sasha in general, ever. she curses how kind you are; why can't you just not care about this blonde girl? like you don't even know her truly. "that's the ticket they gave me when i asked. don't blame me, all the seats around you were sold out," she pushes away your concern nonchalantly.

"and since when was blondie, sash?" she asks. it's your turn to scoff, remembering how sasha said only people who don't know her called her blondie, you say, "since today. and why do you call her blondie?"

"because i don't know her name."

"you literally called her sasha the other night."

"not my fault that it's forgettable. it's not like she's my friend," jessie says, not adding in how sasha isn't your friend either. you stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her childishness. it was funny and adorable, but slightly annoying.

"ugh, alright, freckles. i'll drop it before i annoy you to death," you roll your eyes once jessie smiles. she thanks you before the conversation falls into talking about how she failed a push-up contest earlier.

you and sasha fly out to san diego the day of the match. unfortunately college made it a little hard to come out earlier than saturday with you having an exam on thursday, but still you two make it.

checking into the same hotel as the canada national team at around six, an hour before the game. getting from the airport to the hotel was easy but the traffic was not fun. at least it wasn't as bad as la traffic, but still horrible.

you're standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of your shared hotel room with sasha. you texted jessie earlier before you boarded the plane that you would be there with her text back a quick okay since she was busy preparing for the game. there wasn't a need to text her that you were here, it's not like she would be able to answer it.

"wow, you betrayed me. canada really?" sasha playfully says as she walks into the bathroom. wearing a usa jersey that has s.mewis on the back while you're wearing your usual fleming canada jersey. you smile as you tease back, "i'm canadian. what did you expect? you betrayed me actually. really, usa?"

sasha shrugs, leaning against the bathroom counter, "gotta support the fellow tall blonde. sammy is a total beast." you just smile and don't argue back. what could say? sam mewis is a force on the pitch. it's been years since you played and even you knew that.

you finish getting ready after almost fifteen minutes. with sasha coming in and out of the bathroom while explaining that she actually really enjoyed the usa when they played, but is just a casual fan. you two leave out of the hotel room with just enough time to grab a drink before going to the stadium.

"sorry that your ticket is like so far from me. jessie couldn't get one closer," you say to sasha as you sit beside her in y'all's uber. the blonde woman takes it well, just saying that she will catch you after the game. you explain to her that you two are going to go down on the pitch after, so she shouldn't leave and go back to the hotel.

"forgot your bestie was a bigshot," she says when you two reach the stadium. shutting the car door after you get out of the backseat. "yeah. freckles is just that good," you smile, pulling sasha along to one of the entrances. once you two go inside, y'all split up. sasha joking that she'll see you on the other side which makes you laugh.

when you reach your seat, you get comfortable. sipping on your strawberry drink as you wait for the match to get started. the stadium has a nice amount of fans, with you even noticing that some seats around you are empty. shaking your head as you think about jessie's excuse last night; all the seats around you were sold out? as if. speaking of jessie, you spot her on the pitch. she waves once you two's eyes meet. quinn, who's beside her, waves as well. giving you a heart gesture that you return.

soon enough the game starts. it's fast and intense with players on both sides being aggressive in their own right. jessie even scores a goal for canada which makes you scream. she gives you a smug smile when she passes by where you are in the stands, making you roll your eyes. the match continues on with you screaming a bit more everytime things got too intense. the score line ends up being seven to six; the usa scoring a last minute goal to secure the win. your eyes look at the usa players fall into a group hug before looking around the pitch at the canadian players who obviously didn't look as overjoyed.

fans start to leave the stadium after some of the players walked around to interact. jessie is still far off somewhere on the pitch while you get out of your seat and walk over to the stairs of your part of the stands. leaning against the railing, trying to look around if you can see a certain tall blonde in the rapidly emptying stadium. you don't notice when she comes up to you. she playfully pushes your arm as she says, "told you the usa would win."

"yeah, whatever. canada is going to get y'all back next time," you tease back. you two stand near the bottom of the stairs, right where the pitch meets the tunnel. it takes a bit but jessie starts to make her way over to you. a bright smile on her lips. you can tell how excited the freckled woman is by her fast walking, making you giggle. when she gets close enough you walk onto the pitch to meet her. pulling her into a hug, your arms wrapping around her neck. sasha walks onto the pitch behind you but stays a few steps back.

"god, missed you," jessie's words come out half muffled as she nuzzles her face into your neck. her hands holding onto your waist. you sway a little, saying, "missed you more." soon jessie pulls her face out of your neck, still hugging you as she rests her head onto your shoulder. sasha and her eyes meet; jessie's hands moving lower onto your lower back, rubbing at the skin there with one of her hands going underneath the fabric of the fleming jersey you have on. the other resting on top of it.

"ew, your hand is all sweaty.." you mumble against her ear. jessie just chuckles, partially at your small disgust and partially at how sasha's eyes glance from where jessie's hands are on your body then back to meeting the canadian's eyes. the soccer player gives sasha a smug smile right before you pull away from the hug. you don't stray too far though, interlocking your hand with jessie's afterwards.

you pull jessie closer to sasha. smiling as you say, "sorry sash. we haven't seen each other in a while, so i got distracted." sasha nods, a small smile on her lips that don't really meet her eyes. she's about to speak when jessie cuts her off, "yeah, sorry.. savannah..? we just get carried away sometimes. i just been missing my bestfriend so much." you gently smack jessie's arm which makes her let out a soft ow. she looks at you and you look back.

while you and jessie are looking at each other, having a silent conversation with just eyes alone, sasha is looking at how you two's hands are interlocked. the way your thumb is rubbing on one of jessie's fingers; the way jessie gives your hand a light squeeze. her eyes look back up when jessie speaks, "sorry for forgetting your name. with the game and all, i'm just so tired."

"oh no, it's fine. we haven't even met really so i get it," sasha says. you let out a sigh of relief. just thankful sasha didn't take any offense; being rude to the only person in your entire lecture who actually talks to you would not be a good outcome. the conversation soon falls away into something else, with everyone wanting to move away from the awkward interaction.

eventually it's time to head to the bus to get back to the hotel. jessie doesn't let go of your hand once as she walks with you to the bus. sasha trailing behind. jessie stops next to the bus, glancing at sasha before saying to you, "are you going to come on the bus with me? everyone wants to see you and we were going to stop by this donut shop nearby that i know you'll like, i don't know where we're going to park such a huge bus, but we'll make it work i guess?"

you let out a giggle at her last sentence before considering jessie's question for a moment. stopping yourself from saying yes right away; jessie and donuts? you wanted to say yes badly, but then you looked behind you to see sasha and remembered that you didn't come to san diego alone.

"can't, jess. i don't want to let sasha take an uber alone. it's evening time," you explain. the blonde woman smiles hearing how you are so considerate. jessie wants to pull that smile off her face; what is she even smiling for? it wasn't some over romantic gesture. you're just a nice person. that's why blondie is here anyways because you want to be nice to people who frankly don't even hold value to you. jessie pushes away her annoyance, just saying, "okay. better come to my hotel room the moment i get to there, you have to get your donut." you smile and nod, pulling jessie into a hug before letting her go onto the bus.

sasha and you walk back to one of the entrances of the stadium. waiting for around five minutes for an uber, you hold the door open for sasha to let her in first and then you get in after.

the ride back to the hotel is awkward, but alright. you wanted to apologize for basically leaving sasha out the moment jessie appeared, but you thought that bringing it up would make everything else worse. while in the uber, sasha asks you a question, "there's this pizza place near the hotel that i been wanting to go to. never had the chance, college and all but i was wondering if you wanted to go. like tonight."

"tonight?" you look at sasha, seeing a hopeful look in her eyes. that look sealed your fate the moment you saw it; you been blowing her off all day, she deserves this one thing, right?

"yeah, sure."

you two reach the hotel before the canadian national team bus does. after going to y'all's hotel room and changing out of your match outfits. you slip into one of jessie's t-shirts and some jeans. while sasha is changing in the bathroom into a yellow sundress. while you're sitting on your bed, waiting for sasha, you get a text from jessie that the team is back at the hotel.

"i'm going to go see jessie! she's here! i'll be back soon though, i swear," you shout out towards the bathroom before leaving out of the hotel room quickly. not even catching sasha's response. you find jessie's room, the freckled woman standing there next to her door. she must have put her bag inside of her room because it wasn't anywhere near her. she's holding two donuts, smiling when she sees you walking towards her, "gotchu your favorite. had to fight off ashley for it."

"you could've let her take it. we could have shared," you take your donut, taking a small bite. you enjoy it for a moment before remembering you have come here on a mission. "okay, jessie, listen.." by your tone jessie can already tell you're about to say something she wasn't going to like.

"sasha asked to go to this pizza shop that she's been wanting to go to for so long and i have been ignoring basically all day and i feel so bad, so i'm going to go with her but once i get back, i'm sleeping in your hotel room," you say. jessie lets out a soft groan at hearing that you were going to technically blow her off for blondie. that tall chick couldn't have to want to go to that place that bad. she does smile hearing you say that you'll come sleep in her room after, but still, she wanted you for the whole night. not as some afterthought.

jessie shakes her head before saying, "i don't wanna impose but can i come along? you know i'm always hungry after games." that sentence wasn't even a lie she made up to join in on your little pizza date. you knew how hungry jessie got after every game especially if she was a starter.

"your appetite can never be squashed. whatever, c'mon," you laugh, pulling on her arm to bring her along with you down the hall.

"i haven't even eaten my donut yet and neither have you!"

"we'll snack on the way to the room!"

"what about my clothes? i have to change, i don't even have my hoodie on anymore."

"god jessie, you steal my clothes any other time. just borrow again."

you two bicker like usual all the way on the walk to the hotel room. the donuts are half gone by the time you two reach it. "so is sasha like in the room on the left or right of yours?" jessie asks. you give her a look, about to tell her that actually sasha and you got a joint room, but you don't even have to as sasha opens the door.

jessie stares blankly from sasha to you to sasha to you and finally landing her glance on you.

"what..?" jessie doesn't even hide the irritation in her voice, this was really starting to piss her off now.

author notes: woww another cliffhanger 😱😱 i hope y'all liked it because i enjoyed writing it, tell me your thoughts about it too 💔💔 all the engagement was fun last time

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[meowmeowriley]

Bunny!Ghost anon, you know who you are. I'd like to once again address you because this is your. Fault. I've now discovered this will be a much longer fic than I'd initially anticipated. Because of that, have a little snippet of a scene that's been eating away at my head, but won't come till later in the fic. Just to tide y'all over till I can get you a proper first chapter. 😘🐇

*** Watership Down-Bad, scene ???***

Johnny was sitting at his desk when Simon entered the Sergeants's shared office, his back to the door. He didn't look up when Simon knocked on the doorframe.

"Unless someone's dead or dying, give me a minute." Johnny grumbled without stopping. He was typing like a mad man.

Simon considered his options for a moment. He could make himself known, Johnny would ask what's wrong, they'd talk, distracting Simon from his overactive mind. He could walk away, letting his maybe partner? the Sergeant finish his work.

The poor man looked exhausted though. And disgruntled. Truly, he looked how Simon felt. Fuck it. Simon shifted.

He hopped quietly up to Johnny's desk. Took half a second to evaluate his target and plan his trajectory. Then launched himself.

"Bloody christ!"

Simon landed on the desk, the keyboard went flying. It came unplugged from the monitor as it flew, then crashed into the ground loudly, keys detaching and scattering who knows where about the room. Simon huffed, settled his chin onto his dewlap, and stretched his legs out and behind himself. He closed his eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of a stunned Johnny, arms up from jumping and pushing his chair back from the desk when he'd been startled, mouth agape.

Silence.

"Ghost?" What a stupid question. Who else? Not like he could answer, though.

If anyone were to ever ask, Ghost hated being pet, being touched. Ghost had bitten his fair share of people for getting their grubby hands on his plush fur. But... Simon craved connection. He hadn't realized how desperate he was for affection until it had ben offered, and he'd lashed out, like always. Outside of his warren, he always lashed out. But Soap was a stubborn bastard. Going so far as to continuously reach out towards him, even though he always nipped. So he flopped. And if the self proclaimed 'rabbit expert' didn't see this as the tentative olive branch that it was, well then Ghost was fucked, and Simon would be alone forev-

Simon was suddenly being pulled off the desk. His eyes flew open of their own accord and he made to bite the arms that were intent on restraining him, legs kicking spastically in protest.

"Oh go ahead then ye bastard, ye've bit me before, and ye will again a thousand times." Johnny pulled him off the desk and situated him in his lap. Simon, the large bunny that he was, sprawled with his back legs in soaps lap, near the edge of the desk, and his head resting on Johnny's shoulder. One of Johnny's hands cupped his rump, supporting him, not restraining.

They held their positions for a moment, both waiting for the other to decide this wasn't what they actually wanted. Eventually, ever so slowly he could feel himself aging, Johnny brought a hand up to stroke down Simon's back. Then again. And again. He brought his hand higher, pushing Simon's ears back to his body, and breathed what could've been a slight laugh when they bounced back up.

"Suppose we'll talk later then, aye?" Did he expect a response? Surely not. He wouldn't be getting one anyway. "Hang on," Johnny instructed as he started to shift himself lower in his seat, most likely to be more comfortable. Unfortunately he jostled Simon, who was not pleased.  "Don't bite me just because you're a touch uncomf- ach! Ye fucker!" He chuckled as he scolded Simon, who had buried his face in the other man's shirt to bite at his peck.

Simon was now on his side, curled a little, head tucked under Johnny's chin. Being pet. It'd been so long since he'd willingly been pet. It was pleasant.

He lost track of time, only noting its passage when the petting stopped, and he mourned the absence of it. Johnny's hand stilled on his back. His world shook as the human beneath him began to snore. Simon settled in deeper, snuggled closer to the kindness he didn't feel he deserved, and allowed himself to purr. No one would know.

***

"The fuck is all this?" Gaz said aloud as he entered his shared office with Soap and found the remains of a keyboard scattered all over the floor. Had the man finally lost it?

Thump.

He looked around. Soap was asleep, head thrown back, drooling and snoring in his desk chair.

"Wha-"

Thump.

Curled up against Soap's chest, evidently kicking the desk, was the biggest fucking rabbit Kyle had ever seen in his life.

"Ghost?"

Thump!

Louder and more incessant this time. Didn't that mean he was angry? He looked pretty pissed. Maybe Gaz didn't actually need to file the report on the rookies breaking each others noses again. He threw up his hands in surrender, and left as quietly as he could.

#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #modern warfare #cod mw2 #fanfic #simon ghost riley #trans!ghost #rabbit shifter ghost #shifter au #john soap mactavish #ao3 #watership down bad au

[khaire-traveler]

Reminder that my inbox is pretty backed up, and I will not get to them all immediately. Some of these asks are phrased more urgently than others, but I seriously need y'all to know that I am taking my time. I cannot address urgent questions, and I actually don't like it when things are phrased urgently; it's really stressful for me and applies unnecessary pressure. Please do not expect an immediate answer.

I will be closing asks at this time in an attempt to prevent extra build up and partially due to the fact that I feel somewhat uncomfortable now. It feels like my boundaries have been crossed in some way. Some of these asks are literally begging me for help and have been sent several times (either a glitch or to emphasize that the person needs a response). Please do not send me asks phrased in such ways and do not purposely send me duplicates. I'll get to it when I'm able.

Thank you for your patience, and take care.

#blog post

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

Apologies for the spam boops but you said I could do it lol. Gotta get as many as I can before the hour is over

Godspeed my dude, you and four other people took me from 750 in both received and retaliatory sent boops, to "MAX LOL" in like two minutes flat. ngl, I was (am still) sitting here laughing because I posted that and watched the number of received boops jump by a hundred after scrolling past like three things.

#answers to questions y'all actually asked #april fools boops #ccprphan #man. the state of my notes right now

[ssaraexposs]

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THEY'RE ACTUALLY TALKING, WITHOUT FIGHTING EACH OTHER OR SCREAMING INSULTS

#it's so beautiful #this is my favorite sskk joint mission #they're actually acting like partners here #they're opening up and being completely honest with one another #the fact that aku's asking those questions so calmy #without insulting him or using rashomon #and atsushi is actually answering his questions in his own way #aku's genuinely curious about atsushi #it took them just a few near death experience to actually talk #i'm so proud of them #sobbing and tearing up #i love them #i love sskk so fucking much #that's progress y'all #they're partners your honor #SSKK #SHIN SOUKOKU #SSKK S3 #BSD S3 #BSD #BUNGO STRAY DOGS #ryuunosuke akutagawa #atsushi nakajima

[aeb-art]

is this out of character? yeah a little, but i'm laughing so

finally got to draw @8um8le's mall toons again 🥺💕 i missed them so much

#2024 #stellar city #sc geo #self insert #self ship #sc ash #sc hydro #sc tele #sc pyro #sc mall toons #geo don't ask questions you don't want the answers too #do y'all even believe me that i like night more than hills? it is true actually but i do have an earth bot bias so i understand any doubt #hydro's hat looks weird i'm realizing... it's a floppy beanie 😔 i'll do better next time my friend #why did i write the dialogue with a sharpie... hard to read- sorry #anyway i really did miss drawing geo so much gosh i'm glad i feel well enough to draw again #y'know now that i'm thinking about it- hydro probably would've known night was my favorite since he plays him :x he'd clock me

[ask-miri-thompson-lotf]

(Guys I did it!! I'm finally making an intro!!) ❀ Hi hi, My name's Miriam, but Miri works too..

❀ I'm 13, so I suppose you could consider me a bit older than the other kids.. But that's okay, that just makes me more mature if anything..

❀ I'm mostly British, I mean, Dad is, but Mum is Caribbean, and I usually spend more time with her anyway...

❀ I like cats, bugs, being outside, flowers, making flower crowns, all kinds of music.. and the littluns! They're real funny sometimes, especially when they don't even realize it...

❀ I guess a few people say I can be rude sometimes.. but I don't ever mean anything I say, they just don't get my sense of humor! And if I actually hurt someone's feelings I always apologize! I swear! It's just something I got from Mum...

(This is a side blog of @rqsp-bxnni, even though I don't even post anything lol)

(Everything about Miriam will be posted under #ask miri thompson lotf)

#HOLY SHIT I DID IT Y'ALL #IT'S DONE. SHE'S OUT. #I think it's been a week since I put the poll up ^^" #I'm actually so freaking excited to be answering questions istg #lord of the flies #lotf #lotf oc #lotf fandom #ask miri thompson lotf

[ereborne]

WIP ask game: "backflip, faceplant", please! (also what's your ao3 handle? if you got one/don't mind/other)

Backflip, faceplant!  Of all of these working titles, this is the one I think might work best as an actual title.  It’s fun to say—imagine me tilting my head one way and then the other as I say it—and more importantly it doesn’t require a full six-degrees-of-kevin-bacon word association game to make sense to a viewer outside my head:  it’s what happens in the first scene of the fic.   

Essentially, this is my Dick Grayson character exploration, turned sort of emotional fix-it.  Dick gets kicked around so consistently in canon that he often doesn’t actually have the opportunity to live up to the Eldest Daughter characterization fandom loves to give him, and I am in the fashion of comics fans everywhere creating my own timeline mishmash to allow for a different outcome. 

What if before Jason died, Dick had managed to carve out a little space separate from his anger with Bruce, for the foundations of the brotherly relationship we all want them to have?  What if the first time he laid eyes on Tim, Dick turned a piece of his grief for Jason into determination to grow an even better brotherly relationship with him?  And what if Dick’s choice to grow those relationships had knock-on effects all the way down the line? 

Featuring such highlights as:  Tim and Babs conspiring to make sure Dick is never without backup in Bludhaven, professionally emotionally and otherwise; brain-scrambled Jason still pretty much autopilot adopting Damian in Nanda Parbat because when a kid falls over in front of you, you pick them the fuck up; ongoing ‘who can spill punch on the worst gala guest’ competitions between the Foxes and Waynes (surprise winner Kate Kane); the Titans and the Teen Titans and Timmy’s Weirdass Friends Too all working together better and more often; me rejecting p much everything New 52 except Strix, Strix can stay; a gargoyle with Dick Grayson’s perfect butt being commissioned for the Gotham Belltower as a loving and heartfelt tribute to everybody’s best big brother. 

I’m just writing whatever nonsense makes me happy with no regard to pacing, so it's gotten pretty sprawling—past sprawling, really, probably if I were going to post it up, I'd have the main story as one work and then a second work with multiple chapters of excerpted scenes—but it’s emotionally rewarding and an excellent thought exercise for me trying to decide what parts of DC’s bonkers-ass timeline(s) I think are important. 

Crime Alley natives only respond well to respect, and they never feel comfortable unless they’ve got the advantage.  Dick settles at the edge of the mat, dropping into an easy flat-footed squat, eye-level with the kid.  The kid immediately stands up from his crouch, and Dick doesn’t smirk, just tilts his head up to keep meeting his eyes.  “That was a good tumble.”  The kid’s looking for a lie, but he won’t find one.  He’d landed on his face in the end, sure, but he’d fallen well.  “You’ve got good balance, got reach—great instincts, which is more important.  Once you get the footwork down, you’ll be set.”  Dick, looking up into those suspicious eyes, realizes as he says it exactly how true it is.  It’ll be tricky, walking the line between Crime Alley and Bruce’s particular brand of do-goodery, but once the kid gets his feet underneath him, he’ll be amazing.  Well.  Nothing else for it, really.  There’s nobody better at finding a tricky balance point than Dick.  “Here, let me show you.”

#asks #nolanfa #thank you for asking! #this answer has gotten as sprawling and nonsensical as the fic document itself but hopefully it is also as much fun #as for the other half of your question: I don't have an AO3 handle #(or well I lie--my AO3 is Trickstersdaughter--I just haven't used it for anything other than kudos so far) #the WIP stuff I've been putting up this last year-ish is actually the closest I've ever come to posting any of my writing in like #a social-media-adjacent manner you know so that people who knew my name could see it #my early experiences with the internet taught me a lot of interesting lessons about decoupling my self from my content #and I've pretty much kept that habit up ever since #but the places I've been posting in so far are falling apart and my spot here on tumblr has been so consistently lovely (thank you <3) #and I'm reconsidering my approach #if/when I put up more things either they'll be here or I'll try to post links here as well so y'all can see them

[thundergoodspeed]

according to coty this is avocato’s brain on catnip

#i'm stil sdgnklsdgne he actually answered my question #and then everyone started asking him questions and he kept answering #y'all the fs fandom on twitter is fucking wild #mun art #final space #avocato #ooc; out of cookies

[chibifox2002]

does Connie have a favorite toy or does she like them all equally?

🧸 "My favorite toy has to be a plush sheep doll that my mom made me! My new unicorn one is becoming my second favorite one though!"

#congrats y'all #I'm actually giving Connie the unicorn plushie 🦄 #Connie Dot #kirby series #kirby oc #chibi's ask event #chibi's kirby au #questions and answers

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

For the ask game!!! xoxo

👁️😡🎥

👁 have you ever accidentally foreshadowed something you fully didn’t intend to happen?

Usually when I do foreshadowing I know exactly what I'm doing. If any accidental foreshadowing has ever happened, I can't remember it. (I love foreshadowing.)

😡which fic did the characters control the most (like you wrote a whole ass plan AND THEY DECIDED TO FUCK IT UP)?

Eucatastrophe was meant to be a single fucking chapter.

🎥If you could make a movie/tv show for one of your fics which one would you chose?

uh. a lot of them. most of them, even. i'd LOVE seeing Pick A Side played out sanders-sides style, because it's meant to be missing episode-type bits and pieces. Eucatastrophe, because of all of the fantasy visuals and beautiful landscapes. But like. Syzygy. I write very visually, I have incredibly vivid imagery of places and scenes in my head when I write, and Syzygy is just, the absolute peak of that. Every day of my life I wish I had the ability to just spontaneously generate movies with my brain. I wanna make gifsets of my own fics.

#asks #fic ask meme #syzygy #eucatastrophe #pick a side #actually a secondary answer to all three of these questions is: #mystery longfic #i did this absolutely exquisite bit of accidental foreshadowing in the third damn chapter of that #which i only realized about ten chapters later was the most TERRIBLE thing in retrospect #and immediately went back to tighten it up and make it worse. y'all are going to love it. i hope

[kon-konk]

Ok I can see Kuro having the "Worlds okayest brother" and Lawless and Tsubaki having the "Morally Flexible" shirt

I want both of those shirts so bad. My family is only kinda aware that I'm enby, so the "world's okayest brother" one just gets an extra layer of funny for me

But for sure I can see them having those shirts

#pei answers things #for those unaware I'm enby/transmasc (my family is totally unaware of the transmasc part) #i don't think my fam actually understood me being enby but they didn't ask questions and they didn't get mad #so I'll take what i can get here in southern usa #also i have no blood siblings but i have 4 stepbros so about 10 years ago that would have added even more layers of funny #oh hi y'all just got a brief look into my private life more that done people i know irl #but fr i love those shirts. I'm going to have to remember them and get them one day

[nitetime-moon]

TW BLOOD

Today I bring you not another Lukas sketch, but one of my ocs! Meet Koray, one of the main characters from a novel idea that I have. I was thinking about the scar on his face and kinda got carried away drawing him. The design is a prototype right now though, I'm not sold on the coloring.

#tw blood #my art #my artwork #my oc #my oc art #my oc stuff #a sacrifice to the gods #that's the working title in case i post more and y'all wanna see it #i'm back in business and feeling better #also fun fact #his scar wasn't there when i originally came up with the story #but when i first drew him i made an accidental mark with the inking #so now he has a scar #happy accident #feel free to ask questions #not sure I'll answer everything tho because i might actually wanna write out the story and i don't wanna spoil it all

[chocolatewoosh]

zombie arc is best arc ever

HECK YEAH IT IS

#Ask #Anon #Anonymous #Kailey Does A Talk #Y'all are lovely I've barely been active on Tumblr again and I'm already getting So many questions thank u #This is what I missed SO so much was asks!! No other website truly has this feature in this kind of way and it's Delightful to be back #I love you guys being able to talk at me and I can answer stuff and doodle silly replies!!!!!! It's so fun! #Anyhow. All of this zombie talk has reminded me that I've always wanted a zombie oc. I should design one!!! #I KNOW I have that vampire oc to finish up but STILL!! Zombie.... Ooh actually maybe the Zombie and Vampire can be besties... 👀

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

9, 23, 39 for the bg3 ask

Answering for the save I've got the furthest on, Maya Cutter. My Dark Urge Vengeance Paladin, that anyone who's been following me since my FO4 days may or may not recognize. She's got a worm in her brain, a bad case of memory loss, and the rockin-est tits in Faerûn.

9) Do you have a favorite member of the tiefling refugees? Is it the same as your character's?

Oh god, that's a tough one. I have so many of them I love. For me it's probably the tiefling siblings, Rolan, Lia, and Cal. Admittedly that took until close to the end of of Act 2 but whatever. Always a sucker for good sibling dynamics.

As far as Maya's favorite, it's probably the thiefling kids as a collective. Silfy's a sweetheart, Mirkon wrote her a story, Mattis is a clever little shit, and Mol is a canny, vicious little thing who's do anything for the rest of the kids. Maya's admittedly got a soft spot for kids anyway, but them in particular.

23) What are your character's thoughts on the dream visitor?

They're beautiful, helpful, apparently protecting the party out of the goodness of their heart, clearly a hero in their own right and a paragon of some kind of virtue, certainly a better paladin than she is, assuming they are one.

Given the little buddy currently chilling in her brain and the memory loss apparently unrelated to it, she doesn't trust a damn thing out of Mx Perfect's mouth, especially after they start talking about eating more woims.

39) What are your character's thoughts on Raphael?

Initially? "Oh for fuck's sake..."

Trusts him less than Dreamboat, which is impressive no matter how narrow the margin is. Not even because of being a paladin, although that doesn't help.

Nice voice, though.

#answers to questions y'all actually asked #genderfluidloki #bg3 #maya acerbi #she's a long-standing oc of mine for the last several years #jumped between a few dozen aus and brought her family along for most of them #including her late husband: the world's most fridgeable man #which in retrospect i probably could have based dreamboat on instead of the actual husband she stuck with through 500 iterations but eh #and thank you for the ask. genuinely

[nyctophobia-au]

How often do Auric and Grimm spend time with Vesla? And what do they usually do (in terms of what activities does Vesla like to do with Auric or Grimm) together? I mean, there’s not much to do in the way of travel since she’s, Y’know, rooted to the ground and all.

Oh, perfect, I love answering questions like this. >:3c Prepare for a long-ass answer, I'm not sorry. <3

Alright, so I've explained it a couple times before, might have been a while back so I'll briefly explain it again. Vesla isn't permanently rooted to the ground. She roots herself in her chambers (a room separate from the room she shares with Auric) for usually around a month, to soak up nutrients and such. Once she's finished, she can leave her chambers and walk (or would it be more of a slither?) around as she pleases for up to two months before she must rest again.

Starting with Grimm, he is generally very preoccupied with travelling, but every time he is in the Hallownest area, he tries to make a visit to the White Palace. His main goal is to see Auric, but considering how Auri pointedly avoids him and/or is a total douche until he leaves, Grimm often ends up hanging with Ves for a few hours. If he catches her at a time in which she's mobile, the two will sometimes walk around the Palace and chat (usually with Dryya tagging along and eyeing Grimm suspiciously the entire time). If she's rooted, he will sit with her and have a nice chat with her about this or that. The two of them mostly spend their time together talking. Vesla especially is excited to hear what Grimm has to say since he's such an avid traveller. She loves to hear about the places he's been and the people he's met. Besides just talking, the two have chilled in the Palace Hot Spring together, and Vesla has even brought Grimm to see the Queen's Gardens quite a few times (she loves them so, and wants him to see how she's cultivated them). Dryya, of course, tags along any time they go anywhere, lmao.

Auric and Vesla's activities together were (keyword: were) very similar to how she spends time with Grimm. They would talk a lot (Auric is a real talker when he's actually interested in the conversation), and she would ask Auric to tell her stories of the places he'd been as a Wyrm (despite being capable of travel, she's not very efficient at it and usually just sort of stays where she is). He would care for her when she rooted, as well, talking to her and visiting her to pour water and fertiliser into her soil. They used to also bathe together quite often, pruning and caring for one another. Most importantly to Vesla, Auric would accompany her to the Queen's Gardens once a year for the New Life Celebration at the spring equinox (to care for her during her mating cycle). They were an inseparable husband and wife team for a while after they were first wed, but as time went on, Auric started drifting away from her. He started locking himself in his meth lab Workshop and not coming out for days. He started brushing off her worries and getting aggressive with her if she pressed. He stopped bathing with her (and altogether honestly, she has to fight tooth and nail to get him into the Hot Spring). He even stopped accompanying her to her Gardens or visiting her in her chambers when she is rooted, justifying it with " 'M busy" and nothing more. Perhaps the hardest thing for her was regarding their children. Ever since they were wed, she wanted to be a mother. More than anything, she wanted to care for and nurture babies of her own. Auric refused her children (he is a huge tokophobe and also never wanted to be a father). And, well, when he finally gave in and allowed her children, he kind of chucked them into a hole. Husband of the year award, everybody. /s In current time (when the main AU fic I want to write eventually starts), he has not spoken to her or seen her in two months. Dryya has taken up all of his duties in caring for her (Dryya waters her, spends time with her, accompanies her to her Gardens during her mating cycle), and Ves has been rooted for an unnaturally long time. Essentially, their Union is on thin ice.

#answered asks #rambly answer #Auri <3 #he <3 #the pale king #Vesla #the white lady #Auri is a bad husband hours #this is way more than you asked for anon #but I'm desperate to talk about them #y'all should ask me more questions like this /thr #ask me about Auri I could go on for days #or maybe years actually #au asks #nyctophobia au