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dribs-and-drabbles · 4 months

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✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

Tagged by @daymork - Thanks for wanting to see how my analyses 'popped off and what my personal favs are!' 💖

January

most popular — Bad Buddy/My School President parallel - not an analysis but people do love a good parallel!

favourite(s) — Never Let Me Go discussion - I love when something I write inspires others and it sets off a long thread where people keep adding to it. | Another Bad Buddy/My School President parallel - not technically my post but I love the additions I brought together on this.

February

most popular/favourite(s) — The colour-coding of Bed Friend - another long thread where others joined in.

March

most popular/favourite(s) — A ramble about Moonlight Chicken - which includes a little analysis of the show as it ended.

April

most popular — "What exactly does being blue/red/yellow/etc. coded mean?" - I don't get asks often but I was humbled that someone came to me to understand what colour-coding meant.

favourite(s) — Chains of Heart colours series - I was late to the series, and it ended disappointingly, but the colours were brilliant. | Colour-coded folks in UMG - not a bl but they also colour-coded the leads.

May - n/a - I didn't really write any big posts/analysis this month.

June

most popular — "It's the right moment to kiss!" Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS - Aof calling himself out as well as us bl fans.

favourite(s) — Colours in Our Skyy 2 BBS x ATOTS - I couldn't resist writing about it since it stayed consistent to how they used colours in the original series.

July

most popular — The casting of Be My Favourite - the realisation that the 'odd pairing' of Krist and Gawin was integral to the story being told.

favourite(s) — Be My Favourite ep 9 - the ep that got me thinking about the characters even more. | Kawi and his sense of Self - where I dip my toe into philosophy, theories of The Self, and how memory plays a part in that.

August

most popular/favourite(s) — Laws of Attraction ep 5 - I loved everything about this series but this was the one that got the most attention - maybe because it featured Silvy a lot? 😂

September

most popular — Friends don't let friends go - which pairs with Only friends stay (posted in Oct), and which say a lot about the group and Boston.

favourite(s) — Clowned correctly Laws of Attraction - I just love when something flippant I say is (sort of) right in the end!

October

most popular — The Rainbow Best sweater - not an analysis, nor any created art...but the sweater itself is art, as is that so many characters and actors have worn it.

favourite(s) — Getting emotional over Kiseki: Dear to Me - this was the ep that hit me in the feels. | The Thai Communal Wardrobe items #6 and #3 - again not analysis or art but the start of the communal wardrobe list!

November

most popular — Mhok's Fart Proudly t-shirt - this had me going back to my Bad Buddy days of analysing t-shirts.

favourite(s) — Horney Hockey part 1 and part 2 - more t-shirts, more fantastic additions. | A thought on Night and Day - I'm still so curious about Day and Night's relationship and I can't wait to find out what their deal is. | Band aids on Rung's car and the goldfish slippers the symbolism of Mhok and day's 'damage' and the healing that they're doing. | "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly" | The t-shirts are definitely t-shirting - these last two are essentially reflecting on the same thing - the sentiments in The Little Prince story that Mhok reads out in ep 1 of Last Twilight.

December

most popular — Mhok is Day's eyes - a brilliant use of colour in Last Twilight.

favourite(s) — Couple bracelets - just me excited over possibilities. | Most memorable items of clothing in bl series in 2023 - looking back through the year. | The Thai Communal Wardrobe bl advent - this was a fun series to do...and it only encompassed about a third of the items on the list, so I'll be posting them in dribs and drabs throughout the year.

Tagging people who also tend to write analysis or meta posts, I'd love to see which were a hit with the masses and also which were your favourites: @wen-kexing-apologist @grapejuicegay @lurkingshan @btwinlines @twig-tea @rocketturtle4 @waitmyturtles @telomeke and @respectthepetty

#tag meme #tag game #bl wrapped 2023 #thanks again jessi!#userjjessi

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adelaidedrubman · 10 months

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AND YES, THEY CATCH FISH.

had the fantastic opportunity to commission the wonderful @socially-awkward-skeleton for a (photo taken moments before disaster) gorgeous portrait of the three fish catching girlfriends still happily together and ready to catch fish, and skelly knocked it out of the park! everyone looks so great and skelly brought to life all the detail on their expressions so perfectly. i highly recommend grabbing a commissie from her if you can!

#jessie’s grin makes me SO happy you cannot imagine #thank you again skelly!!#ot3: fish catching girlfriends (and yes‚ they catch fish)#jestiny images #commissies #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #skylar kohrs #sherri woodhouse #arts and commissies

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yunieluna · 1 month

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We will be forever be with you, guys 💛😭😭😭😭😭💛

#biggs ff7 #biggs #jessie rasberry #wedge ff7 #ff7 aerith #thank you for making me cry again watching this #i miss the avalanche crew so much 😭#pay attention to the clap Jessie gives Biggs #Jessie and Biggs= Bessie 💛#ff7 rebirth

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oswlld · 7 months

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i can’t do a proper celebration but omg???

✨✨💛thank you for 2K followers🥳✨✨

#this is jessi #i log on to my desktop for the first time in weeks and !!!#wowow #on a side note thanks again for all the kind mssgs #humanity. well… internet humanity. sometimes great #extraordinary even. weow 🥹

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sunny1927 · 2 months

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I hope you feel better soon! I love Sunny and her inclusion in the Backup Detective AU, the design is top

SODNAJDOSN JESSIE OH MY STARSSSSS I LOVE THISSSS THANK YOUUU!!! (She looks so skrucklie I 💞💞💞) ☀️☀️☀️

And thank you for the words! I was feeling off but after seeing this I feel a little better now , so thank you for this art dump and your kind words about Sunny in the AU! (Honestly I just added her because I thought it be interesting… or I was just bored haha!)

Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll run off now with this beautiful masterpiece-

#Oh god she looks so adorable HAHASJAKSKRFV #THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN JESSIE!#I really admire ya a lot plus your art too!#thanks for the food #inbox #sunny talks #the backup detectives #sunny #I’m lost for words on this aixjak #fanart

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lecliss · 10 months

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Guys guys guys guys guys guys guys I was going over the Servamp dub cast and discovered something delightful

Sakuya's VA is trans now!!!!!! Congrats ma'am!!!!!! I LOVED her role as Sakuya and to see another VA come out as trans since the dub happened is so so so so awesome!!!! First Mikuni and now Sakuya!!!! The Servamp dub is trans let's gooooooo!!!!!!

#servamp #i got in actual internet fights with people for defending sakuya's dub voice. now i have even more reason to do again.#its his only redeeming quality anyway. thank you ms. olerva for giving me SOMETHING to like about sakuya #meanwhile jessie james grelle was nonbinary for awhile but came out as trans in march #i already see mikuni as trans but now sakuya is trans too. i cast transgenderification beam on them #shes so pretty too!!! and i like her new name!!!! im just so happy for her!!!! thank you for everything youve done ms. olvera #i will continue to defend you forever

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thesimperiuscurse · 6 months

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LILA OMFG CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!! no offense but werent you JUST entering school not too long ago when we were both On Simblr?? THE PASSAGE OF TIME...???? congratulations again on the huge milestone of graduating ❤❤❤ i wish you the best on the path ahead of you and i am so happy to see that you are surrounded with love!! GO FORTH AND FLOURISH! 🥳🥳🥳

Omg thank you so so much, amazing lovely Nectar 🥹 Your support is always so appreciated ❤️ It's crazy how time flies, from starting Simperius as a silly 16 year old, to completing a Masters, ready to finally bring my dreams to life 😭 And it's been an incredible journey with you and everyone else who I've met on simblr! We've truly had such fun times on this hellsite (despite the many complications our games and lives has thrown at us) 💕

#i haven't ~technically~ graduated yet (thanks Jessie for accidentally and adorably putting 1000 grad caps everywhere)#but i just did my last ever final crit/presentation #so it basically feels like graduating!!!#for the past six years around simblreen i always hiatus because of the architecture Pain™ and Suffering™#but now i'm free and never to spend halloween dying again!!#can be more active on simblr and wordpress now hehe #may attempt to wrangle the game into working for an occasional edit but no promises (we all know ts3 too well)#q&a

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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 months

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gilbert l. bailey ii bday & effective summer stock posting!! adorable!!

What a sweet birthday weekend brunch surprise I got today! @jessiehookerbailey got a few friends to come out to queens for brunch today at our favorite spot @sweetaftonbar! Pretty cool! Queens has never looked better @stephwes @actually_will_roland and @deshawn.bowens! Happy birthday to me!

#so cute everyone get out of here #summer stock #will roland #gilbert l bailey ii #did a double take at the caption like ah coming out to queens. we've all been there #then a double take and a wheeze i didn't notice will in that pic of hugs with deshawn at first lmao #again ugh so cute birthday surprise unbelievable....#he is jessie's husband btw. & deshawn bowens summer stock ensemble member. gilbert as phil filmore we may all fondly recall #perhaps also remember will roland as orville wingate ii thank god. he is steph's husband btw additionally. catches us up #happy birthday to him!!!#almost another certain someone pictured's beeday as well....#and let's all think Recently back to erika amato (ensemble) bday posting abt summer stock reuniting abt it ft. william lol

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icharchivist · 1 month

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god so emo about how they portrayed Cloud's development from the first reactor bombing to the second one

showing how much Barret wasn't trusting him the first time and wasn't too keen on trusting him the second time, but by the end of their escape, you can feel they actually became buddies this time

and Cloud who was so cold and genuinely keeping people at a distance being much more willing to joke a bit with them and feel like one of the gang

the fact just before the boss fight Barret really says he intends on all of them to coming home, and he smiles as he looks at Cloud to say "all of us", because he includes Cloud in it, he doesn't expect him to disappear like he feared Cloud would the first time (bc he was worrieeed).

And there's the way Cloud asks for money as a mercenary in both case. In the first bombing he's cold, and mean, and when he says he should be paid more money it's with disdain, a clear "i really don't want to be here" voice. But then the second time they joke around about how Cloud should give a smile to Marlene and not scare her this time and Cloud smiles a bit before going "if the price is right", and this time he's joking along, he doesn't actually mean it and everyone can feel it.

also the fact that the first time everytime Barret was talking about making Shinra pay, Cloud really acts uninterested and talks about how he needs a raise, but the second time the moment Shinra trapped them and Barret talks about making Shinra pay, Cloud immediately is on for it, he doesn't ask for money anymore it's personal.

In the OG Cloud, and his relationship with Barret, doesn't really change drastically in the two reactor bombings, but the remake really did something nice, and while i do think the build up is a bit too long, the fact it took a longer time to get to reactor five really help building their camaraderie

It's just so sweet and it's even more touching knowing what is going to happen real soon.

Just man, that's so good.

#when the remake is good it's SO good #and then when it's not i want to yell #but this? this??? this is so good #it's not like Barret isn't built on in the OG and all he already was this 'tough on the outside soft on the inside' personality #but the remake really get to show you more in depth how he lets people in and it's so sweet #i do think also that showing Cloud growing more invested in Avalanche thanks to the previous Jessie mission helped a lot too #but man. man!!! that's really good.#Also no commentary to make on Tifa because i'd say the emotional focus in this section is somewhere else for her #like she already is friend with both Cloud and Barret who are both people she cares deeply for #she helps nudging them both to a middle ground which is neat #she gets to be the one who has to think more about her complicated feelings about what they're doing #anyway. Also tbh i complained about too much padding from the first time i played #but turns out it doesn't feel /that/ bad when you don't get lost in the lamp section #who would have thought!#(maybe i'm just really too salty it made me wait for hours to get to Aerith again)#ichablogging ffviirg

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batgeance · 4 months

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just imagine all the fruit baskets and shit he gets this time of year

#the tower's foyer is PACKED #and the only reason the fruit baskets don't get bad from just sitting there #is because of dory and alfred putting them properly away/donating them #otherwise bruce probably wouldn't even notice #he doesn't even use the front door #bruce one day breaking routine and running into a pile of sherry's berries on the way out to JUSTICE #does jersey even have sherry's? jessie please confirm #also bruce thomas wayne eats fruitcake. disgusting. he's a garbage disposal though so....KJNSRTKJH #a bull shark if you will KJNSRKJTNHKJN #anyway bruce thomas wayne is being bullied by the butler to send out thank you cards today #and rionach is being bullied by the visiting grandmother to play chauffeur (again) today #drink ur water!

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stormyoceans · 10 months

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omg i will never get sick of your asks, the longer the better imo 💛 while i’m here, got any thoughts on the last twilight pic today with the palm? i’m feeling some big fish, small pond vibes from day and thought his athleticism might have been his ticket out of his town/life before the accident. i might be reading too into it tho but !!!

JESSIIIIIIIIIIII 🥺 I SEE WHAT YOU DID HERE AND IT’S SO INCREDIBLY SWEET OF YOU THANK YOU 💜💜💜

ALSO THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS READING TOO MUCH INTO IT IN THIS HOUSE WE’RE RIDING THAT SYMBOLISM TRAIN UNTIL WE’RE INEVITABLY PROVED RIGHT

yesterday i actually wrote a small post about what i think the fish and the aquarium represent if you’re interested in it, but to sum it up i definitely believe p’aof is using it as a metaphor for day himself: just like that lonely fish in the tank, after the accident day is trapped inside his own house and has buried any desire he might have had for something more. he is isolated and disconnected from the outside world, and while having the same routine and receiving always the same stimuli can feel comfortable at first, eventually it can become dull and suffocating

in the pic we got yesterday mork is helping day taking care of the fish, which is like saying he’s helping day taking care of himself. eventually mork is gonna be the one to make day realize that the water he’s been living in has started to drown him and that he needs to change and escape his ‘aquarium’ if he wants to grow

i was also thinking that an aquarium is basically a controlled enviroment where you’re constantly watched, which reminded me of that scene in the trailer with night standing just outside day’s room looking at day and mork. as long as he stays in the house, day has no freedom and no possibility of being himself. maybe this is why i feel like the fish is gonna die (and it’s the ONLY living being that’s gonna die in the series JUST SAYING): this is just speculation of course, but if other characters are gonna force a separation between day and mork, it’s like they’re putting day back in a cage that he has outgrown, so the fish dying after mork leaves would be a perfect visual representation of this

#ANYWAY. sorry for the rambling i hope it makes sense ;;;;;;#and once again thank you so much for this it was really sweet and it means a lot coming from you!!!!!#hope you're having a lovely day and im not sure how's the weather where you live but please remember to stay hydrated!!!!!#💜💜💜#last twilight the series #jessi 💛#m: ask

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adelaidedrubman · 1 year

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johnjess + maximum mary may inconvenience

HI STELLA THANK YOU so. this technically maybe still counts for the prompt since probably about five sentences of it actually are nsfw. but it did in fact turn into a full fic of them being annoying so for that i am sorry to everyone, especially mary may (although she’s spared directly bearing witness to them today)

summary: john and jessie go for a joy ride.

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: explicit sexual content, physical violence. not mutually exclusive, per usual they cannot decide if they want to beat the shit out of each other or fuck so they go back and forth. john busts in his pants as decided by the voters. widowmaker slander. mary may suffering implied.

It was a particularly tacky chess piece they currently warred over, Jestiny thought, even by his standards.

Certainly not worth all the pawns left bleeding out on the board as the two remaining players resorted to wrestling head-to-head for it.

From the migraine-inducing neon pink blending to blue gradient to the flames reaching out from the gaudy chrome plated grill to the proud design of a bald eagle screeching over stars and stripes decorating the sleeper cabin, well…

It was an extremely ugly truck.

“O-Oh, fuck me, I want —”

But he looked extremely pretty shoved against the side of it.

“I want you to hand over the goddamn keys to this piece of shit,” she grunted in interruption, willing herself to stay focused on the mission she’d set out to accomplish despite feeling just what he wanted very clearly along the front of his jeans as she thrust her hands into his pockets in search.

His chest heaved against hers as he drew in a breath to speak more sharply, as if suddenly reminded that he was being thrown against the side of a semi-trailer as part of an ongoing struggle between their respective militias over the vehicle and not simply for recreation. “Well, I want you to give up on these childish games and face the gravity of your — Oh, fuck —”

Despite the rekindled contempt he nonetheless hiked a leg up as if appeasing her demand, the rubber of his shoes squealing against metal siding followed closely behind by a jingle of keys falling easily from the baggy confines of his pocket, with no added tightness reaching the backside of his jeans.

She caught the keys in her palm, throwing them to the opposite hand then reaching up to grip the back of his thigh and hold it in place as she gave the keyring a spin around her finger — leaning in to press lips against those pursed in some limbo between spitting out insults and cooing honeyed pleas, kissing him slow and deep, as if she could literally savor the victory from it.

The irony of giving a victory kiss to the very man whose defeat she celebrated was not lost on her.

She gave a soft snort of laughter at the thought as she pulled back, playfully brushing her nose against his in parting before darting to the side to hop up the running board and throw the driver’s side door open.

As she climbed inside she couldn’t resist tossing her head back to catch a parting glimpse of the oh so satisfying look of incredulity fixing itself on John’s face, jaw dropped and brow pinched downward and eyes bulging as if in bewilderment that she would have the audacity to actually use the keys she’d spent so much effort wrestling him for.

He remembered his faculty for language first, his jaw twitching to speak. “I hope you enjoy just how excruciating the realization of the complete futility of your actions is going to be!” He remembered his faculty for movement next, darting forward to wedge his shoulder against the doorframe before she could pull it to shut. “That every sin you’ve committed has done nothing but deprive the righteous and deserving of —”

She kicked the door outward so as to pull it in again and slam it shut on his shoulder. “This is what you fuckin’ deserve!” She kicked his battered shoulder to send him tumbling to the ground. “And I hope that was fuckin’ excruciating!”

She slammed the door shut as she turned the key in the ignition and waited for the truck to slowly rumble to life.

She paused a moment before reaching for the gearshift, instead throwing her hand to the left to crank the window down. She leaned her head out of the window, glancing down at him one last time.

She also had to admit he looked very pretty bruised up and bloodied and on his knees, trembling arms grasping in a feeble effort to crawl his way up the side of The Widowmaker.

She licked her lips, hanging her arm out the window to slap her palm against the side of the door before raising the hand in an exaggerated wave of ‘goodbye.’

“Happy fucking trails, John!” she called through the window, shoving the gear into drive and ramming her boot down onto the gas. “I’m hauling out!”

A blur of dark blue shot across her periphery as the truck slowly crept forward, quickly materializing as freckled and black inked arms flung over the ledge of the window just as the vehicle slowly lurched forward past the opening garage door and rolled along the short gravel drive.

“I hope you don’t mind extra cargo!”

He dove through the window, flinging his body across her lap as he landed, just as the grill of the truck crashed through the chain link gates.

She clenched her fists against the wheel as she felt it slip unexpectedly to the right beneath her fingers, flexing her arms to resist the force of intruding hands jerking it in an effort to steer the truck away from the path back to town.

“You’re gonna end up as fucking roadkill!” she shouted as she yanked the wheel back towards the left with one hand, the other loosening its grip long enough for her to swing an elbow down to land between his shoulder blades and knock him to the floorboards. “Either from you crashing us and getting us killed or else from me bashing your fucking brains out on the pavement!”

“Oh, yes!” he cried with sarcastic enthusiasm, craning his neck to look up at her from his place landed at her feet. “There’s that wrath, that insatiable need for senseless destruction! That relentless bloodlust driving you to —” She thrust a hand downward to bunch in his hair, yanking him up by it to intercept the conspicuous creeping of his hand towards the brake pedal as he rose. “Oh, yes,” he repeated lower and more breathy as she tightened her grip, a rosy flush spreading along his cheeks and making her suddenly process the familiar position of his head at her lap. “Th-There’s — that feels —”

She briefly lifted her foot off the gas, just long enough to swing the leg outward to hook around his neck and guide his head between her thighs properly before planting back on the accelerator.

“God, you make me so…” he trailed off with a defeated whine, concern over their big rig tug-of-war seeming to melt away with his wilting into the caress of her fingers along his scalp, hands abandoning any effort to wrestle control of the truck in favor of working at the buttons of her shorts and pulling them down past her thighs.

She willed her eyes to stay open and focused on the road as she allowed her head to fall back with the dizzying glide of pleasure flooding from the press of his mouth against her.

“See?” she hummed, weaving her last remaining thread of composure into her words to lace them solid despite the tremor threatening to slip into her voice. “Doesn’t it feel better to be where you belong and behaving instead of being a fucking problem for once?”

She could feel the electricity of bright blue eyes shooting open to lock onto her face in response just as tangibly as she could the slide of his tongue, the thrill it sent shivering through her just as powerful. So powerful she couldn’t resist sparing a quick glance down to meet his gaze, stroking her hand along the top of his head and down the nape of his neck in encouragement and delighting in the upward furrow of his brow it drew.

It was a sight so lovely it caused heat to flare, the drumming of her pulse to ratchet up to a heavy pounding, a harsh thudding that almost seemed to shake the frame of the truck itself as —

She realized with a forward jolt the thud she felt did not come from the cavern of her chest, but from the collision of the grill of the truck with a hastily placed roadblock of eggshell white vehicles she easily plowed through.

A body bouncing along the windshield to leave behind a smear of blood and spiderweb of splintering glass was perhaps one of the best wake up calls a girl could get that she really shouldn’t be doing what she was doing at the moment.

And getting road head from a murderous cult leader decidedly numbered among things Jessie shouldn’t be doing.

He seemed to reach a similar realization in the same instant, giving two heavy blinks before once again grabbing for the brake and steering wheel just as she lifted a foot to kick him back towards the passenger’s seat.

But the sharp jerk of the wheels to the left sent her flying across the cabin instead, her skull knocking against the glove compartment as she landed.

“Ah,” John sighed with sarcastic pity, giving her an exaggerated shake of his head as he hopped up into the seat. “Perhaps that will teach you the importance of wearing a seat belt.” He clicked his into place with a dramatic flourish of his arm in punctuation. “Since you refuse to learn anything else.”

“Why you fuckin’ —” she only briefly paused to cradle the aching side of her skull before lunging forward, hands shooting towards the straps of the seat belt. “We’ll see how much good a seat belt is gonna do you!” she shouted, fighting to keep her balance despite the stars dancing along her vision and the further bumpy careening of the car to the right as John hurriedly spun the wheel to reverse their course. She mustered her strength to snap the seat belt taut and pull it against his throat, fists pulling the ends they bunch around towards the headrest to cut off his air.

With a choked gasp he brought one hand to the seat belt to claw at the strap and pull it away — the other hand rushing to join it a second later when the force proved insufficient, leaving the wheel clear and unmanned.

Jestiny quickly seized the opening, finally releasing the seat belt to instead wrap her hands around the steering wheel and pull herself forward.

She threw an elbow back to jab into his stomach and knock the breath he’d managed to suck in right back out as she lowered herself to sit atop his lap in the driver’s seat, stomping a foot down on his to jam on the gas pedal as she spun the wheel to its limits to send the the truck in yet another full reversal.

“Jessie,” he hissed out hoarsely, hot breath falling against her back through the thin fabric of her t-shirt as he continued gasping for air. “You need to get the fuck up right now and let me drive this monstrosity back to its rightful place.”

Seems like he recovered fast, unfortunately. Freshly strangled and he still couldn’t shut up.

But at least they could agree on the monstrosity part.

“I think I’ll stay right fucking here,” she chirped in reply, scooting back and side to side in a pantomime of settling into place. “Bein’ my seat cushion may be the first useful thing you ever do in your fucking life.”

Although she could feel as she shifted against him that there was very little cushion to be found — sharp ridges of hip bones cut towards conspicuous hardness straining as tightly as ever against denim.

He recovered fast.

“You are the most stubborn, infuriating, obstinate…” he panted against her shoulder as he buried his face into it, hips flexing beneath her in unsteady rhythm, “impossible, difficult —”

“Hard?” she offered, flashing a smirk towards the rear view mirror so he could see it as she set a pace grinding back against him. “To deal with?”

He humphed in complaint, leaned forward and reached to settle his hands at the wheel beneath hers, barely peeking over her shoulder to look through the windshield. “You have —” he drew in a sharp breath. “No idea — what the fuck you’re doing. You —”

“I have a pretty fucking good idea,” she replied with another wriggle of her hips, a rush of satisfaction swelling inside her as she felt firm pressure drag along the seam of her shorts and moved to cover his hands with her own to easily overpower his weak efforts to turn the wheel and resume their struggle.

“Fuck!” She felt fingers flex beneath hers with a final tensing of his muscles — followed by broken cry and a frantic, uncontrolled upward buck of his hips as his grip broke from the wheel completely to instead wrap arms around her waist, burying his face against her back as he clung to her, entire body shuddering beneath her.

But his shaking was quickly overshadowed by the rough bouncing of the truck itself — her brain belatedly taking stock of the fact the wheel had been jerked sharply to the left, the sudden absence of his resisting force giving her no time to ease back her own and resulting in her steering the car off the road entirely.

“Fuck!” she shouted in turn, attempting to jerk the wheel back in the direction of the road only to have the bumper meet the ledge of the ditch they’d swerved into — the arms wrapped around her waist all that kept her from flying from her seat again. Instead, she merely banged her head against the steering wheel as they were thrown forward, a harsh screech of metal against metal filling the air.

She lifted head pulsing with pain to see the view of a solid wall of dirt greeting her, topped off with a mangled length of guardrail impaling the hood of the truck.

“Well, now nobody gets it,” Jessie grumbled in defeat, kicking a boot against the door in frustration and crossing her arms over her chest.

John slowly blinked bleary eyes to open, trailing along the length of the windshield to assess the damage before settling on her face.

“I hope you’re satisfied,” he huffed, smoothing a hand over his hair as if it could help him to regain some composure. “This is the fruit of your labor,” he said, waving a hand at the wreckage in front of them.

“Not as satisfied as some of us, maybe,” she scoffed, nodding down at his lap.

He cleared his throat, turning his head away from her. “It was a very bumpy ride,” he said. He kept his gaze down, fingers slowly moving towards her waistband. “But I can make it up to you, if —”

“Oh, you’re gonna,” she spat back firmly, shifting in his lap to face him and shoving a hand against his collarbone. “Not like we’re fucking going anywhere,” she added with a roll of her eyes, sliding off of his lap and between the seats, pulling him along by the wrist towards the sleeper cabin behind them.

Maybe they could get some use out of this stupid, hideous truck. He did recover fast, after all.

And looked very pretty kneeling on the floorboards.

#oc: deputy jestiny ellen #otp: stop bothering these nice folks #writies and wordies #nsft #written in part due to me realizing jessie definitely crashes the widowmaker but plot may be too tight for it to happen in wildfire proper #so this can be considered wildfire supplemental canon. but definitely canon.#also assume the crashed widowmaker stays there and becomes one of their regular fuck spots #sorr — (remembers that thanking instead of apologizing is healthier for you and your relationships)#*thank you* for allowing me to prematurely ejaculate in the widowmaker #and etc #also yes im posting at clown times once again

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