#wipgame

This takes place in the "Where You Belong" verse when Jackson is 16. It follows "Friday Night Frights" after he has to quit football due to his heart condition. He's angsty and pulling away from his parents and does something....really, really stupid.

I have yet to write the infamous "steals the jag" scene, but I have this from the buildup to it...

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“You know that hood doesn’t make you invisible, mister,” Addison says as she watches her son try to duck it to the door. “I can still see you.”

Jackson scoffs. Even though Addison can’t see his face, she’s almost positive he’s rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t trying to be invisible.”

“Really?” Mark pipes up. He’s leaning against the counter, stirring creamer into his coffee. “Because you sure were moving fast there.”

Jackson scoffs yet again and lowers his hood. “I’m just in a hurry,” he says. “I have to get to school.”

“You need to eat some breakfast first.”

“I’m grabbing Dunkin with April and Alex. I’ll eat then.”

“And just how is Alex getting to Dunkin without a car?”

This time, Addison sees the eye roll. She does her best not to sigh. This has been a point of contention ever since Jackson got his license last month.

“You know it’s not even our rule,” Mark points out. “It’s the state law.”

“Yeah, but even when that’s over, you’re still not going to let me drive anyone.”

“I said we’ll talk about it and see how you’re doing.”

“Which is Dad speak for “not going to happen”.”

“Not even remotely true. But for the meantime, you’re not driving anyone. Which brings us back to my point…”

“April just past her probationary period,” Jackson interrupts. “Uncle Owen is fine with her driving him. Because he’s reasonable.”

“April is a pretty responsible driver. I’m glad she was able to prove herself. I’m sure when the 6 months are up, so will you.”

Addison silently praises her husband for not taking the bait. Over the past few weeks, their Sourpatch Kid has been more sour than sweet. There were a few back and forths in the beginning, with Jackson clearly looking for a fight. Addison had to remind her husband to pick his battles. Jackson is 16 now. Especially after losing football, he’s going through a phase. They can’t let him be disrespectful, but they also can’t feed into the jabs.

tainted blood!! is when i have Astarion and Karlach go like HEY maybe if we let her blood COOL he can drink it

but it turns out he can't, be her engine like strips the life essence from her blood to run partially, so it ends up like not being good food for vampires and trying to drink it goes POORLY!

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Thank you to @prettyinlimegreenboots for tagging me!

True North:

“He’s gonna can me—he’s gonna send me home. No question. He’ll wait until I’m cleared to fly and he’ll either kill me or—”

Into the Mist:

I was tagged by @navybrat817 to post 100 words of one of my WIP’s. This is for a Mob AU softdark!Steve x reader called “Hiccup” that’ll be up sometime this/next week!! This is actually about 200 words, so shoot me i guess. 

“Wait here, miss. We’ll be back.”

You smirked at that, knowing that no matter how much they wanted to play bodyguard, they have to attend to the problem at hand. At the end of the day, they are police officers. And these idiots just created the perfect diversion for you to run away.

You counted ten seconds after they exited the car and slid to the left end of the seat. Reaching for the door handle, you almost fell out of the vehicle as the door flew open on its own accord. 

A pair of large hands caught your shoulders as you teetered on the seat. 

“Come with me and don’t make a sound.”

You look up at the man with widened eyes. You cocked your head to the right as you sat up straight, looking at him in awe. 

Goddamn, he is a man. A real man, unlike the one you were going to marry in thirty minutes. 

“Don’t make me drag you.” He offered you his hand, expectantly waiting for you to take it. 

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Tagged by @yeojaa Thanks lovely! You’re lucky, it’s a smutty one.

fic:  Until Tomorrow (Part Three) -KTH x reader

first line: My phone vibrates with a message, snapping me out of my thoughts.

last line: When I've drained him and he's stopped thrusting underneath me, I slide him out of my mouth and leave him panting and naked, with his trousers around his ankles.