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cameronspecial · 2 months

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Really, Rafe?

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Couple Arguments and Angst

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: What is supposed to be a romantic getaway starts to feel like something else when Y/N realizes the type of activities the resort has.

A/N: Inspired by this post (Totally not because Tom Holland liked the post).

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One rule in their relationship is that Y/N and Rafe take turns planning dates. Everything from small picnic dates to large vacation dates. This time, it is his turn to plan a vacation. When it comes to holiday trips, it doesn’t have to be far or grand. It could be a small thing, as long as it is a getaway from their normal life for at least two days. The last one they went on was when they both went to a small beach house in Myrtle Beach. Y/N was lucky enough to have found a private rental away from most of the city’s commotion. It was just the ocean, cocktails and the two of them for a week. It was absolute Heaven. As she watches the scenery pass by, Y/N can’t help her excitement as to where they are going. “Can’t you tell me where we are going?” she pleads. Her eyes are as big as dinner plates. He gently squeezes her thigh and throws her a smile, “That’s a secret for me to know and for you to find out.” She giggles with a shake of her head. “That is such a cliche saying.” He shrugs, “So? It still doesn’t mean I am going to tell you.” She gives him a playful pout and continues to look out of the window.

Ten minutes later, the dense forest turns to equally placed decorative trees and the paved road turns to decorative stones. He parks the car and steps out to open the door for her. She takes in the castle-like resort. The golden trimming and fascia remind the girl of Versailles. She imagines all sorts of things they can do together. Sit by the pool with a drink in hand. Relax thanks to the hands of a masseuse. Dine in fairytale-like restaurants. It takes her breath away, but only for a second because she finally spots the real reason why they are here. To the right of the building are expansive green plains with people of various ages swinging back a club to send the ball flying through the air. Y/N notices Rafe isn’t by her side and turns to find him unloading his golf clubs from the trunk. He packed the trunk, so she didn’t notice it. Disappointment falls over her as it all clicks into place.

“Really, Rafe?” she disgruntled. Her arms cross over each other and her right hip juts out. He looks at her with a tight-lipped smile, “What? This place has a great high tea evening, which I know you’ve been dying to try. And they have an indoor and outdoor pool that you could take advantage of. Plus, a great spa package for you to try.” This man is really digging his own grave. She lets out a bitter laugh. “You do realize through your whole little spiel, you always said you. Never we, like you expect me to do all those things by myself while you go off and spend all your time with your golf clubs,” she argues. Rafe’s eyes widen, “No, Sugar, you got it all wrong. I didn’t mean it like that. Of course, I planned on doing all those things with you. I promise I just brought my clubs in case you got sick of me and I need to give you some space.” She didn’t believe him. Not when a previous experience told her otherwise. It may have been four years ago when they started dating, yet a girl never forgets. Rafe had planned a date at a football bar. It would’ve been fine if his sole reasoning wasn’t to be surrounded by TVs to watch the game. Halfway through the date, other football fans joined their table to watch the event with him. She felt so ignored and unimportant during that hour. She left the date without so much as a goodbye.

She wouldn’t have seen him again if it wasn’t for how apologetic he was. He expressed remorse through his words and then flowers. She eventually forgave him, agreeing to another date. However, she never forgot the way that she felt in that bar. The humiliation of walking away from a man who paid her no attention. Up until today, she never regretted the decision to give him a second chance. Now, she feels the same way. She worries he didn’t listen to her concern about them not being able to spend a lot of quality time with each other because of how busy they have been with work. It’s the reason why they decided to go on this two-week getaway. To reconnect with each other and they couldn’t do that if he planned to spend all his time on the course. “Sure, that’s totally why you did it. If you didn’t want to spend time with me, Rafe, you could’ve told me. I would’ve given you the space and you wouldn’t have had to drag me with you here,” she criticizes, storming into the hotel to calm down.

———

For the past five minutes, she has been cooling herself down in the resort lobby. Rafe has been at the front desk, probably checking into their room. She doesn’t know if she should stay or just call a cab to take her to the nearest train station. She watches as he points in her direction and the receptionist gives him a nod. The woman removes herself from behind the counter, walking over to Y/N with a smile. “Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N? Could you please follow me to the front desk?” the receptionist, named Kate according to her name tag, asks. Y/N hesitates to nod, yet still obeys the request. Once at the front desk, Y/N keeps her distance from Rafe. Kate types into her computer and turns it toward the female guest, “Mr. Cameron requested I show you all the bookings he made for stay here.” Rafe’s girlfriend stares at him with narrow eyes and he leans in to whisper in her ear. “I didn’t tell her what happened. I just asked her to show you what I booked.” She gives him a small nod, turning her attention toward the screen.

The list is long, but it is easy to recognize a pattern. Everything is reserved for a couple and not a single one is a tee-time reservation. She couldn’t argue that he had Kate remove his tee times because literally every single minute between nine in the morning and seven in the evening had something planned. She made a horrible mistake and accused Rafe of not caring about her. She turns to him with teary eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, Rafe,” she apologizes, wrapping her arms around him. He lets her snuggle into his neck and wraps his arms around her waist. His lips rest on her forehead, “It’s okay, Sugar, I know I was really an ass on that date so long ago. I mean I can’t say I’m not hurt that you still think I could still be that idiot, but I am grateful every day that you chose to forgive me. Which means that I have it in my heart to forgive you too. I love you.” She presses her lips against his. “Thank you for forgiving me. I love you too.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

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ownedbyfictionalwomen · 9 months

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would you like to write something like:

modern abby and her best friend are both working on their athletic careers but trying to always be there for each other!

until one day- volleyball player! reader had an important game and abby forgot about it, going out with her friends after her training session! but when she goes (running) to the place of the match there's no one other than a sad reader (her team lost) and they start arguing but then abby kisses her 😔

[thank you for everything you post 🤍 wish you a lot of happiness (and yes i'm in love with your acc)]

would i like to write something like this??? ughhhhh... yes please, baby. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the request... i have just been in such a rut recently but sexy abby anderson can always break me out of it.

let's go :)

warnings: fem!reader, alcohol, love, mutual pining, tongue sucking and some making out, an ass grab, boobie talk, a baseball reference

the match wasn't going the way you wanted needed it to. it didn't matter how many points you won, the other team just seemed to do one better... and it was eating at you.

and what was worse? you couldn't see her in the crowd.

abby. your best friend. your personal cheerleader. nowhere to be seen. and that somehow felt worse than all of your hard work training for this match going to waste.

the referee blew her whistle long and hard, signalling the end of the game as the other side of the net erupted into cheers and celebrations, and it broke your heart. you had lost before, you were a well-seasoned athlete in your last year of college, a professional contract just out of reach, but each loss hurt just as bad as the one before it.

but if a loss was a broken heart, a forgotten promise was your heart being ripped out; she swore she would be here, at the back of the bleachers where she usually sat, her fingers crossed in the hope that you would once again lead your team to victory. instead, she was...

---

... at the fucking bar. her teammates all crowded around a table, pizzas and vodka-sodas covering the expanse of the dark wood as they all celebrated a successful practice and a week free from competition.

abby had gone a little too hard, she and her co-captain jokingly practicing their victory speeches and doing a shot or two of tequila before falling into an easy yet slightly slurred chat.

"so, you going to that party becky was talking about tomorrow?" abby asked, throwing her pizza crust onto the tray in front of them and taking another drink from the waitress who offered her one.

"you mean the party on friday?" her friend laughed, jokingly sliding abby's drink away from her, hinting at the fact that abby might have had a little too much.

she couldn't help the chuckle that burst out of her lungs at (what she thought was) a joke.

"yeah, tomorrow." abby paused, her eyes widening, "tomorrow is friday."

"abs... tomorrow is thursday," was what she heard, solidifying her nightmare.

but it still took abby a good 30 seconds to take in the news, and another 30 seconds to realise the grave mistake that she had made; wednesday, your match. shit.

---

the steel of the door smashed against the palms of her hands as she flung the sports hall's door open, rushing inside and making it only to the edge of court before she saw you, head in your hands and weeping. if abby listened closely enough, she could hear your quiet sniffles.

"everyone else's friends managed to come," you rushed out, albeit quietly, only just lifting your head enough to meet her eyes, "so you better have a damn good excuse."

abby dropped her head, her right hand automatically sliding around the back of her neck to try to expel some of her awkwardness and guilt. she didn't say anything, she couldn't, because she had no reason good enough for upsetting her best friend.

"nevermind. i can smell the fucking tequila from here." you raised your voice, letting your anger take control as you shoved your sports bag onto your shoulder and made to leave, only making it two steps before abby came up behind you, grabbing your wrist.

"i have no excuse, okay? i forgot, and i'm sorry." choosing the honesty route, she let the words hang in the air behind you, your eyes still pointed away from her.

"we lost, abby." the anger that was once at the wheel wasn't there for long as your earlier disappointment floated back into your head. you stepped back into abby's chest as she laid her chin on top of your head and wrapped an arm around your chest, your back plastered to her front.

"i'm so sorry, honey."

"i needed you here, abs." you whispered, turning around in her embrace to look into her eyes, your arms instinctively going around her waist, holding her closer.

it happened slowly: that first look down at your lips, stealing the words off her tongue as she shot her eyes back up to yours, seeing that they too were now pointing down slightly. and then she couldn't stop herself from leaning in closer, and closer, until your mouths touched gently, your recently glossed lips sliding over hers.

she had once thought about your first kiss, thinking it would never come but hoping so desperately that it would. it would be soft and slow and tender- and it was all of those things, for the first ten seconds.

and then abby felt your hand slip into her hair behind her braid and your breasts squish against her hard chest, your nipples grazing against hers through your sports bras.

you made abby lose it; sucking her tongue into your mouth and sucking on it, tasting her desperately as her hands slid to your ass, squeezing roughly and making you yelp and lose contact.

"okay okay, wait," you said, a hand on abby's chest, keeping her at bay. "i'll forgive if you let me go to third base."

abby laughed, out of breath, "i don't play baseball but you can eat me out."

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #hann answers

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muzanswaifu · 1 year

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A Step Ahead - II

Part I

Yandere! Tomioka x Fem! Reader

18+

Previous Choice: "Start Running"

This is the second round of the game. Census has determined that you shall run away from the man who is following you. You have temporarily escaped. This action will have consequences. Too many grave choices will result in g a m e o v e r. Tread carefully.

Warnings: Yandere, Arguing, Stalking, Smut later on

You briefly went through your options, fighting with yourself over the chances of both embarrassing yourself and putting yourself in danger. What if he was just a normal guy? Surely he would be offended at your assumption of his character. But what if he wasn’t normal? What if his intentions were less than pure? In that case, causing some hurt feelings would be the least of your worries.

Run.

You hesitantly began to pick up your pace down the path, taking deep breaths and straining your ears to listen for any sound of chase. It was quiet. Too quiet. You began to run faster. And faster. A light jog turning into a sprint as your anxieties rose and rose. Your mind plagued you with images of the man nipping at your heels, nearly at your neck. Your breaths came hard and dry, lack of stamina becoming your second worst enemy in the moment. You still didn’t hear anything, but what if that was because he truly was right behind you? Your heart raced and threatened to escape your chest as you ran faster and faster, desperate to get out of the forest.

After what seemed like an eternity of flight and fear, light pierced your vision, leading a holy trail to the entrance of town. Just a little farther and you were saved.

You gasped as you escaped the wood, stumbling through the main gate and leaning up against the pillar of a light post. You heaved for breath, bile rising in your throat from the acidity in your stomach from the sudden exercise. You shouldn’t have had so many snacks at the festival.

Gulping in air, you finally looked back toward the trail, limbs trembling as you prepared yourself for the fright of an emerging assailant.

But no one came.

Only a slight gust of wind passed through, scattering a few leaves across the grass and tickling your feet. You groaned and shook your head at your own gullibility. So dramatic.

You sulked back to your house embarrassed and angry at your own stupid paranoia. Why would some guy follow you home without even attempting to hide himself? You felt sorry for him, even, as you had judged him so quickly. You’d probably spooked him by running away like that as well. Hopefully you’d never see him again. It would just be too humiliating.

“And just where have you been all night young lady? You’re past curfew!” Mother scolded. Father sat at the table still eating dinner, shaking his head.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I just… forgot to watch the time.” It wasn’t a lie… technically.

Mother clicked her tongue at you and waddled away, her pregnant belly long past showing. “It’s bad enough that you didn’t spend New Year’s here with your family and now you have the audacity to come late. Where you get the gall for this is beyond me.”

Your father finally broke his silence with a sigh, “Dear, she’s here now. Let’s not sour the mood.”

She huffed and stomped off to the table to sit next to the rest of your siblings. Next to the food. Next to the (favorite flavor) pie.

“(Favorite flavor)!” you squealed, skipping over to the table to get yourself a slice. All that running already had you hungry again. But a cruel hand slapped yours away.

“Nope. Rule breaking means no dessert, (y/n),” Mother hissed.

“What? But Mo-”

“No.”

Your fists clenched, frustration building. She was always like this on holidays when your older siblings were home, chiding you over the smallest things to make some ridiculous point. It’d only gotten worse since her pregnancy started, her hormones all over the place and making her that much more unbearable. Father just sat there quietly, obviously too exhausted to stick up for you yet again. Your siblings all just snickered.

“Ugh, can’t you cut me a break?” you snapped. You’d already talked to her about this a million times already. You were an adult now. Shouldn’t that come with some leniency? Even though it was over some dessert, she started this fight and you wanted to finish it.

“I’ll cut you a break when you're done living under my roof. Or, better yet, when you pay some bills around here,” she hissed. Ouch.

You bit your lip and walked off toward your room, done with arguing. If you continued, you’d no doubt she’d start crying and then everyone would get mad at you even though she deserved it.

“And no more going outside tonight!” she called out, rubbing more salt in the wound. She knew you liked to take walks at night through the town and write. That or you would sneak off to the new cinema theater in town and watch movies, you knew the owner's daughter so you could go whenever you wanted. It was the only free time you would get since most of your day was occupied with chores and work.

You angrily slid your door shut, the wood slamming closed with a loud smack. It was childish, but it made you feel better. You leaped into your bed and groaned, exhausted from today. Everything was so exhausting. You wish you’d just stayed the night with someone and dealt with this all tomorrow. Hell, you wish that guy actually was following you. That would’ve been a nice excuse to make your mother feel bad for being so cruel to you. She’d always been so hard on you for no reason. Perhaps it was because she expected you to be out of the house already. She had been using that to berate you lately, especially when you failed to meet her expectations. If you could’ve you would, you just didn’t have the money yet.

You rolled over to lay on your back and kick your feet in the air.

You could also find a boyfriend, you supposed. That way you could move in with him and leave everyone to wallow in your absence. You’d love to see them try to survive when you weren’t here to do the laundry, clean the kitchen, get the groceries, and take care of your younger siblings. In fact, they all took you for granted. You did almost everything around here. They were the ones who weren’t pulling their load.

You still had some fight left in you, but if you went out now, you would most definitely get yourself in a world of trouble. But if you stayed in your room, you felt like you were losing the war...

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tulipsforvin · 7 months

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Hello, may I trouble you with one silly request? 👉👈 Moriarty brothers headcanon reaction on first meeting their future s/o when she's climbing over the fence in awkward fashion (wearing a dress and carrying a heavy parcel). Fem! s/o, or gn!, I don't really mind. Thank you, wishing you lots of fun and positivity!✨💖

This is like that one scene from Horimiya lolll I had tons of fun writing this. Thank you for the request, anon! Hope you have a marvellous day/night awaiting you.

Characters: Louis J. Moriarty, William J. Moriarty, Albert J. Moriarty.

Tags: Fluff, Very, very, very slight angst (At Albert's part), Headcannons, Moriarty The Patriot.

Format: Headcannons.

Note: Just a heads up - some are pre-timeskip and post-timeskip. Might cause confusion.

“Beyond The Fence„

Moriarty Brothers x GN!Reader

William J. Moriarty

(Pre-timeskip)

— He finds you while talking a stroll through the university during his lunch break, grasping feebly onto the wires of the fence as you make a horrible effort to climb over it.

— “Who would need actual hurdling equipment for aspiring athletes such as yourself when there is the university fence to conquer?”

— You would tell him that your brother was a student here and that he forgot his lunch box, that you were sneaking it in through the fence because the guard at the gates wasn't letting you in.

— “Allow me.” William says, amused as he holds out his hand for you to pass the cake onto before setting it down. He then scales the fence effortlessly, making it seem like an easy task before he helps you cross to the other side.

— He offers to hand it over to your brother in your stead.

— Playful banter that makes you giddy.

— “Professor Moriarty, are you plotting to snatch a slice of this cake?” “I assure you, my interests lie in far greater endeavours. Although your delectable confectioneries do seem tempting.”

“i suppose I'll have to keep an eye out, just in case it falls in the wrong hands.” “I must say, I'm quite offended. Are you perhaps implying that I am the wrong hands? I could offer you a wealth of knowledge and intellectual discourse and yet, you suspect me of cake thievery.” “I suspect you of great many things. Cake thievery is just one of the more delightful possibilities.”

— Literally how it goes for the remaining semester. The two of you meet everyday during lunch break under the guise of making William deliver your brother's lunchbox, when in reality, the two of you have begun to grow feelings far surpassing platonic ones and just want to spend more time with each other.

Albert J. Moriarty

(Post-timeskip)

— You, an avid botanist, absolutely obsessed with the nature of plant life, find yourself trying to claw your way up the fence and to the other side where a burying ground lies that you thought was abandoned since the gates to enter it was locked and that you found a really unique species of flora there. The parcel contains all the studies you have been researching for the past three years.

— Imagine the awkwardness that one must feel when you lock eyes with Albert, who thinks you're a creep trying to steal bones or bodies, gazes back at you with uncertainty.

— “I am afraid you won't be able to get your hands on any bones here. These graves are all empty, you see — with one for my younger brother who's body has yet to be found since his initial dissapearance and for me and the youngest to lie in when our time comes.”

— You feel guilty for trespassing onto private property and immediately start apologizing, head bowed as you make an attempt to frantically explain your reason of arrival.

— He seems even further intrigued when your focus lands on the empty graves, lush green grass and flowers emerging from the burial site. You begin to tell him about what the flowers that have grown on the grave where his younger brother, William, should supposedly be put to rest symbolise.

— “Moonflowers symbolise the awakening of a soul. A new beginning. I am sure that your younger brother has found a new start somewhere, perhaps in the afterlife but a new start nonetheless.” “..ah” is all he says before he begins to full on sob infront of you, a total stranger.

— From that day onwards, he finds solace in your company, tagging along on the journeys you go to for your research on plant life; falling asleep at the sound of your voice or gazing at you dreamily when you go on & on about your passions.

Louis J. Moriarty

(Post-timeskip)

— A huge festival was coming up. Thus, explaining the streets that are all bustling and noisy with human life trying to get past each other and squeezing in even from the smallest of gaps and crevices.

— You, a talented seamstress who has been commissioned to deliver a beautifully crafted dress find yourself in a dilemma; trying to think of a way to get past through these crowds and to your destination without issue.

— You decide that a fence, out of all things, would be the easiest way to reach your destination. And so you begin your attempts to climb over, the dress you're wearing making things only further difficult.

— “Excuse me, do you perhaps need help with the dress and the fence?” “Yes, please! Business has been bad lately and I just really need to deliver this so I can continue to be able to be able to pay rent for my boutique.”

— Will observe the dress in the parcel first to make sure you're not actually lying before nodding his head and agreeing to help you.

— Although he seems very focused on the task, such as the tasks assigned to the M16, he still can't help but help a person in need.

— “Your talent deserves recognition. As luck would have it, I have connections with influential individuals in society. I could help spread the word about your boutique and introduce you to clients.” [literally the government and a man (Read Mycroft) who serves directly under the Queen.]

— That's how it starts - the beginning of your romance. Louis helps you with your boutique and you, in exchange, deliver information that you hear from clients at your workshop regarding jobs that could help him in the M16.

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thedarkmistress16 · 1 year

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Yandere!Tony Stark x Kidnapped!Reader

The gif isn't mine. For the life of me I can't find the source, but I know it was from this site, tho. Including it anyway because I was inspired by the gif to write this at that time, as short as this is. Picked it up for mild edits for y'all. No warnings here and gender up for debate.

Edit: silly me forgot one of the prompts I initially came up with *fp*

Edit: Oh my god forgot- another one- ew this was so not finished when initially posted

Gif-Inspired Dialogue:

“So you tried to leave me?”

“Where would you have gone? Past the sharks, of course.”

“Oh, baby. Did you really think I wouldn’t have security even out in the middle of nowhere? I was notified the moment you stepped near the door.”

“Is it so wrong that I want to protect what’s most important to me?”

“Now, sweetheart, why don’t we go back inside, cuddle up with a movie, and forget this incident ever happened?”

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“So you tried to leave me?”

He turned toward her sharply, expecting an immediate answer, with some semblance of a smirk formed on his face.

Suffice to say, she was at a loss for words. She didn’t think she’d get this far, let alone be caught.

“Where would you have gone? Past the sharks, of course.”

She stuttered pathetically; any valid excuse escaping her at the most inopportune time.

She really thought he was stupid, didn't she? He almost shook his head at her. Instead, he clicks his tongue in succession, feeling his annoyance rise. At the same time, he wants to applaud her for her efforts, as fruitless as it was; much like the concept of not pursuing her all that time ago.

“Oh, baby. Did you really think I wouldn’t have security even out in the middle of nowhere? I was notified the moment you stepped near the door.”

He approached her to grasp her chin with his left hand, his eyes never leaving hers. She finally stopped attempting to form words at his approach, frozen and anxious from whatever he was planning to do to her.

“Don't you see it now? Is it so wrong that I want to protect what’s most important to me?”

He saw so many emotions flit across her face and had to hold back a chuckle. She was confused and frightened at his reach? At her grave mistake? And she was pleading for him now?

Oh his poor baby.

All she could manage was a meek: “Sorry.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, moving away at arm's length while still holding her shoulders. “Now, sweetheart, why don’t we go back inside, cuddle up with a movie, and forget this incident ever happened?”

As he leads her back inside with a palm resting on the small of her back, she becomes lost in her own thoughts.

Damn. She broke his illusion of trust in her and now, he probably never will again.

She needs to take the time to reassess and come up with a better strategy. Something more efficient and stealthy, where the AI wouldn't find her as easily.

Or perhaps it would be safer to stay with him. The new plan would be complicated and stressful to craft at best. How will she ever get a head start if she can’t be near any door or window? Would Tony's AI be able to catch onto it? Whenever she lies? A part of her didn't want to find out. Besides, there's no telling what he would really do to her if she tested him again. She doesn't think she would be able to forget that side of him. He wasn't showing it now for her sake, wasn't he?

She studies him with her peripherals from her spot on the cushion, their thighs touching and Tony’s arm loosely draped across her shoulders. The hand starts tracing nonsense patterns on her sleeve as he lightly laughs at whatever is playing on the screen, not paying any mind to her stare. Yes, it would be better to play along for now. If he really does plan on punishing her later, at least she could soften him up a bit by accepting his touch(es).

#moi writing #yanderexreader #yandere tony stark x reader #yandere tony stark #x reader #yandere #tony stark

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localcuttlefish · 1 year

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asks you about the lightning never strikes twice au

You and @thecatchat have opened Pandora’s Box, I will take this as my signal to never shut up

Strap in folks this is gonna be a Long Post, but I added visuals so bear with me on this

This AU relies heavily on a few assumptions about character personalities, and a few assumptions about how the entities work.

Here’s my basis of knowledge upon which this entire AU is built:

We know Tim is mentally and emotionally checked out for the majority of Season 3. He’s antisocial, cold, and resentful towards anything regarding the institute and/or it’s employees. He doesn’t give them the opportunity to get close to him anymore, and therefore, he isn’t really fully informed as to what the archival team is looking into all the time (as evidenced by MAG 104: Sneak Preview).

This means he wouldn’t know much (or care much) about Jon going out of his way to seek out Jude Perry, and subsequently seek out Mike Crew.

The events of MAG 091: The Coming Storm occur as normal. What I want us to focus on is the audio after the statement, of Daisy disposing of Mike’s body and attempting to execute Jon as well. We know that the location Mike is buried in has to be accessible by car, specifically by standard undercover police vehicles, because the audio recording is implicitly either from the trunk of the car or in a closed bag in the car. I tend to make the assumption that the burial location is in a clearing through a patch of woodlands off the shoulder of the highway, because Daisy would know that the highway is a very difficult place to thoroughly search for cadavers, and Jon confirms that he was dragged through a forest to be executed in MAG 132: Entombed. If I remember correctly, Daisy frequents this place, as confirmed by Basira in MAG 091: The Coming Storm. We will keep the presumed location of Mike’s unmarked grave in mind.

Now here comes some big leaps of logic from me. This is where it starts to get funky.

We know that in order to become an avatar, like, a real one, full blown inhuman, you need to die, or at least come close to death, as explained in MAG 121: Far Away.

Up until this point, Tim has not encountered such an event. He’s been tricked into a binding contract with The Eye after being traumatized by The Stranger, he’s held his own against The Corruption, he’s been trapped in The Spiral, he’s inflicted his loneliness upon himself, and god knows to what degree The Web has been stringing him along as it did to all the archival employees, but none of these experiences killed him, or even came that close to it.

As much as I love Desolation or Stranger aligned Tim, we always forget that he is first and foremost an employee of The Magnus Institute. He’s got that Eye alignment set up for him from the start. Being that he hasn’t died, he isn’t an avatar, but he can tap into the power of The Eye to some degree, much like how Jon in S3 could, but obviously Tim’s dominion of The Eye would be much narrower, since he isn’t The Archivist.

I would like to think Tim’s abilities are almost mundane to some extent, since he resents the entities and tries to distance from them as much as possible.

Perhaps he’s just really good at finding hidden things. Like in MAG 039: Infestation, when he conveniently fell into multiple canisters of fire extinguishers in a seemingly coincidental stroke of good luck.

That’s the assumption I like to make.

We also know for a fact that trying to escape The Magnus Institute will cause sickness. It happened to Tim when he tried to get away in MAG 090: Bodybuilder. We will keep this effect in mind for later, trust me, it’s important.

Jumping back to Mike, we know that avatars of The Hunt are the only beings that can really put down another avatar (I forgot which episode this was explained but I think it was from late S3 or early S4, if I find it I’ll edit this and put the exact episode). Daisy, at the time of MAG 091: The Coming Storm, is not confirmed to be an avatar for certain if I remember correctly. But for sake of covering all our bases, let’s say she is. In MAG 132: Entombed, Daisy clarifies that The Hunt “was in me all my life. Telling me who to chase. How to hurt them.”

Daisy was never hunting Mike, though. She was hunting Jon, and Mike just so happened to get caught in the crossfire. Therefore, I would make the argument that The Hunt did not put Mike down, but it sure looks like it did at face value.

So, when she puts a bullet or two through Mike, I’d like to think that’s not enough to really do the job permanently. But what does incapacitate Mike is being completely separated from The Vast, stuck in The Buried. Almost a fairytale-esque sleep-like-death.

From that, I would dare to assume Mike isn’t dead, but in a painful, paralyzed, eternal stillness and silence, being crushed on all sides and totally severed from that which he serves. He can’t even scream in the few fleeting moments of lucidity in his entrapped state because Daisy broke his jaw when she first attacked. He’s stuck in a half-coma underground.

The last piece of setup for this show is the fact that Tim values autonomy. We see this as he gets more and more frustrated with Jon hovering over him with accusations and micromanagements throughout S2, and Elias trapping him in his current job via supernatural means as revealed in S2 and S3. Granted, he’s not as outspoken about it as Melanie is in comparison, but he still values autonomy. He even dared Elias to kill him if Elias wanted to take away his freedom of choice so badly. “Kill me or fuck off.” (MAG 104: Sneak Preview)

From this, I’d like to assume that he tries to get away in smaller ways, like driving far away from the city of London just to see the stars. Simple things like that, so the institute doesn’t drag him back on a shorter leash, kicking and screaming.

So, we have the setup. Where does that lead us?

We have a tired and stressed Tim, driving out on a long empty stretch of highway, feeling more and more unwell the further he gets from the institute, until he sees an undercover police vehicle whipping out of a shoulder on the highway. Once again, he has conveniently found something meant to be hidden.

And of course, being of The Eye, he investigates. Almost instantaneously he no longer feels unwell.

To his horror, he unearths Mike, discovering the potter’s field Daisy has been steadily adding to over her years in the police force.

What really wakes Mike up, though?

Well.

There’s a few more fine details, but this is the general gist of it! Feel free to ask more, I’m gonna continue to put out content for this AU but I would love to know what people want to see from it!

#local cuttlefish is drawing again #the magnus archives #tma season three #tma podcast #tma #mike crew #michael crew #tim stoker #the magnus institute #the eye #the vast #lightning never strikes twice au #rusty quill #tma au #skyak

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awooghan · 1 year

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24 to 25 ✧.* y.ji (TEASER)

➳ PAIRING: jeongin x fem!reader

➳ GENRE: fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers

➳ WARNINGS: none (teaser only)

➳ WORD COUNT: 1.5k for teaser; 25k+ for full fic 😵‍💫

(UPDATE: i gravely underestimated my final wc t’s actually 47.7k 😭)

➳ SUMMARY: “stay for christmas?” was a phrase jeongin first uttered to you when you were both ten years old, but neither of you had any idea the bond those three little words would hold as the years go by.

➳ NOTES: hey besties! this is a backup account for @//plutominho , i got shadowbanned on there and just made a new account so ppl can actually see this come up in the tags 😭 this is my longest fic yet and i’m honestly still writing the last few parts of it 🫠 but i rly like how it’s turned out so far and i hope y’all will like it too! it’s a rewrite of a fic from last year. i’ll save the actual long note for when i post the final product but thank you so so much to @svtbabies for helping me throughout the course of writing this fic. you’ve helped so much in fleshing out the plot and the little details that i got stuck on and i absolutely adore what’s come out of this. also ty for the lovely banner ahhhhh ilysm 🥹🫂

ALSO LEMME KNOW IF U WANT TO BE TAGGED IN THE FULL FIC <3

@starlighthan @starseungs @crispy-chan @gloseoks @pearlychai @sulfurcosmos …uh hey i’m alive 👁👄👁

“Come on, Y/N, you can’t cling onto my shirt forever,” your mother urges you with a small chuckle.

You stiffen up in your spot at the edge of the picnic bench, and your eyes bounce between the several children on and around the playground equipment. Mixtures of squeals and cheerful laughter ring above the christmas song playing from the outdoor speaker your new neighbors, the Choi family, set up. You forgot if it was the one with the son older than you or the son your age, though—you didn’t exactly bother to learn their names when your mother introduced you.

“Go on, Y/N.” Her voice fills your ears again as she gently pushes you off the bench. Speak of the devil.

Shoving your hands in your pockets, you kick the dust with your feet and you keep your gaze cast down on the ground. You didn’t want to socialize—why would you want to make new friends when you had perfectly good ones back in your old neighborhood? Why couldn’t you just go back there? Or just snatch your mother’s dingy old flip phone for a couple minutes to send them a message?

Besides, most of the children here don’t seem like ones you’d be particularly… compatible with. You shouldn’t be one to judge, but the majority of the ones doing laps on the playground equipment couldn’t have been older than five or six. At your big age of nine years old, there’s not much you would have in common with a literal kindergartener. Plus, it seems like they had all formed a friend group of their own, and you’re more than content just watching them chase each other around, gleeful, high-pitched squeals bubbling from their sticky mouths.

Turning your head slightly, you find a group of teenagers sitting around another bench several feet away from all the adults, two of which had their bottoms perched on top of the table as they faced their friends. You would approach them, but just like how you wouldn’t exactly favor befriending the five-year-olds with crayons up their noses, the teenagers likely thought the same of you. Closing your eyes in despair, you groan to yourself and resort to dragging your feet across the dirt.

Why did you even have to move?

As you let out a sigh, you perk up at the fact you could see it in the cold air. It sparks an insurmountable amount of joy for some reason. Perhaps it’s because of the timing of the puff of air with the line, ’Jack Frost nipping at your nose’ that rings from the speakers at the other end of the small neighborhood park, but it causes a giggle to slip past your lips. It’s almost like a new light under the already-dimming sky, the soft pinks and oranges slowly dissipating as the sun begins to dip behind the mountains and give way to the overcast above.

However, you quickly get distracted by the sight of a boy your age—or at least, you assumed—and you hesitantly step closer.

And there he was.

He was short, upside down on the monkey bars, and wearing the most obnoxious shade of purple you had ever laid eyes on. You aren’t sure what hurts more: the sun in your eyes or staring at his sweater.

Looking away from the light gray clouds that hung above the park, you let your gaze fall to the boy. He watches you quietly as he continues to hang upside down, and you notice the small smile that paints his slowly reddening face.

Here goes nothing, you guess.

“Um… hi.”

He stays silent, staring at you with his beady eyes.

Gulping, you continue. “I'm Y/N.”

He mumbles something back, but you can barely make out what he says and you tilt your head slightly in confusion.

“Huh?”

“My name is Jeongin,” he repeats, only the slightest bit louder.

A smile of your own quickly forms on your face. You raise a hand up for him to shake, and he just stares at it for a second before moving one of his outstretched arms to meet you, his hand grasping yours at an awkward angle. You both can’t help but giggle as you give your best attempt at a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Jeongin,” you say, slowly pulling your hand away and letting his drop above, or rather, below his upside-down head. “I'm Y/N.”

“You said that already,” He says, and his bluntness makes you chuckle.

Slowly, Jeongin maneuvers himself so he’s sitting on top of the monkey bars instead of hanging upside down. Once he gets upright and steadies himself from the blood rushing down from his head, he stares back down at you.

You stuff your hands into your pockets and heave out a sigh. “My mom says I need a friend,” you explain your current plight to Jeongin, and you find his soft gaze once again. It’s strange, really—you've only exchanged a few words with this boy, but you already feel comfortable enough to complain about your mother’s nagging to him.

You suppose that helps your next words spill out more easily.

“Want to be friends?”

You watch Jeongin expectantly as he looks down, picking at a piece of lint on his hideous purple sweater. He ponders your question for a minute, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you when he finally nods in response. If your mom wanted you to have a friend so badly, there you go. You got one.

You stand there awkwardly, your eyes drifting back up to the sky for a moment. It occurs to you that you’ve never asked someone to be friends with you; it’s always just kind of happened.

And now you’re stuck, unsure what to do next.

You let out another huff of air, another smile tickling your lips as you watch the faint, white puff form in front of your eyes. Then you look back up at the boy in the obnoxious purple sweater, who seems just as amused by the cold air as you as he lets out his own breath, exhaling like a small dragon.

A chuckle escapes your parted lips as you watch him, kicking his legs lightly as he stares up at the sky. After another minute, you speak again.

“Can I sit up there with you too?”

Nodding his head, he mumbles a small “yeah” and the corners of your mouth twitch up as you hurriedly climb your way up onto the monkey bars. You dangle your legs through the same section as Jeongin’s, and you shift your position slightly as you steady yourself.

A gust of cold air causes you to shiver and as a response, you pull your puffy coat closer to you. This seems to make Jeongin chuckle fondly, and you feel his eyes linger on you for a second before he looks out at the horizon. Neither of you are tall enough to see much above the houses in front of you, but you figure you can use your imaginations to picture what lies beyond that. It’ll have to do.

You both remain silent for a while like this, allowing the chatter and Christmas music below to fill the air around you. It’s comfortable, it feels like a weighted blanket wrapped around your shoulders—which is funny to say because you’re sharing this moment with a kid you’ve barely known for ten minutes. You don’t mind, though. By the looks of it, and the friendly glances you exchange with each other, Jeongin doesn’t seem to, either.

Suddenly, a cold, wet spot falls onto your nose, causing you to gasp and look up.

“Is that…”

Jeongin tilts his head up as well, and he chuckles when another wet drop lands on his face. Meanwhile, you’re in awe. You let your mouth fall open, and your eyes swirl with pure wonderment as you watch the white crystals above you flutter down. It sends chills down your spine, but wraps you up in a cocoon of warmth at the same time.

“Snow…” is all you manage to mumble.

Jeongin turns to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Have you never seen snow before?”

You glance at him once, shake your head, and look back up at the sky.

The boy’s jaw drops. It almost mirrors your dazed expression, except his features are twisted in surprise. But it’s true—snow was something you had only witnessed in movies. As far as you were concerned, the fluffy, white particles only ever graced the stop-motion characters on the old-timey Christmas cartoons you rewatched every year, or the main couple in whatever cheesy Hallmark movie your parents decided to indulge in.

That is, until now.

You didn’t know at that moment what type of future you had in store, but you know one thing: the snow is beautiful. And as you follow Jeongin down the monkey bars and to your first snowball fight, you have an inkling that you’ll be sticking with him for a while.

Maybe this move won’t be so bad after all.

full version release date: december 25 (hopefully)

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids written #jeongin #yang jeongin #jeongin x reader #jeongin fanfic #jeongin fluff #jeongin angst #jeongin imagines

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madstronaut · 1 month

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guess wot my fellow hoes (fellhoes?) you’re getting a two-fer-one deal

obligatory alpha post link below:

because I have been deep in my werewolf/hybrid!CODmen fixation while I was drunk off reading moondrunk I decided to take a break...

....by reading johnny boy and i dont want to even look at that ao3 history stat that tells you how many times you've visited this story IT IS A LOT

my record for one of my comfort stories is 79 times and that was back in january last i looked, and it doesn't count the copypaste backup i have in my notes in case of airplane mode. don't look at me rn (cough obligatory @the-californicationist G&G reference/tag here)

ANYWAY MOVING ON 🐺🐺🐺

Reading: Moondrunk Monster by @ghostgorlsworld

so I went to watch the Love Death Robots episode referred to here and UNFFFF forgot how good that whole series was! wolflovers, go watch the Shape-Shifters episode from S1

once again i love a good fleshed-out reader backstory and this one is no exception

also as a certified graves simp the spittake I had to clean up at reading the phrase “Captain Graves”

also wolf-friendly pain medication? please i would happily read an appendix or endnotes/footnotes about the lore/worldbuilding here <3

"They weren’t used to humans being kind to them."🥺🥺🥺🥺

me to myself: tbh in many ways this is the world we are living in rn

that line about reader sleeping in the back of the med bay reminded me of this famous pic I saw way back when:

U.S. Army nurse Amy Stuart of the 5th MASH unit deployed in Saudi Arabia naps on a cot while hugging a teddy bear sent by her family during Operation Desert Storm (February 22, 1991)

getting a little too real but at my age, always hurts my heart and deeply disturbs me to see people younger than me who i consider children going off to/waging war COUGH ANYWAY SRY ESCAPING REALITY BACK TO FANFIC-

piney has such a succinct, tight way of writing to set the scene and story premise up so well - fucking salivating at ghost taking reader to their tent and him getting miffed at her sitting on soap’s bunk until she sits on his <3 LMAO I SEE YOU GHOSTY YOU LITTLE LOVESICK PUPPY YOU~

You glanced down, seeing the Scottish flag on the wall, the photos of a couple that looked exactly like Johnny. “Oh, sorry.”

ok but also johnny WOULD have selfies of himself up on his own bunk

“ahm easy on the eyes, aint i LT”

“shut it”

You were American, so you didn’t have much taste for tea unless it was iced and sweet.

me, a rabid tea swiller, raising my hand: UM NOT ALL AMERICANS HATE “TREE PISS” AS TED LASSO CALLS IT OKAY (okay but I love that show so much)

unfff wolf!ghost crowding reader into his own bed forcing her to sleep in it is just *so many chef’s kisses*

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.”

ok this was the most adorable loredrop ever also literally heartbroken at the idea they can’t enjoy chocolate!!!!

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. this reminded me of this frozen organic dog chow i kept getting insta ads for after dogsitting for a friend (if u can hear this siri/insta ad algorithms, FUCK YOU RESPECT MY PRIVACY) anyway in the ad the way the person plated it for their dog and the way their dog ate it with such gusto made me, a human, want to try the dog food lol

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

👏thank👏 you👏facts👏

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”

“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”

👏also👏 facts👏 (don’t come for me texans this new yorker will (lovingly) fuck you up; god bless amurica)

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

i fucking l o v e this entire scene

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

i am shivering at how good this sentence is

ghost: has a record for being more wolf than human and acts of aggression against humans

also ghost: makes tea for reader regularly when she can’t sleep

also reader if you’re having a eat-three-powdered-donuts-in-one-sitting kind of day, you eat that whole box girl no one will fault you for it <3

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench.

😏😏😏we love the feral ones

also unexpected gifts are some of the best ones

i felt the adrenaline of the humvee ambush like i was watching a live action movie - i could picture the entire scenes very easily in my head <3

and ghost taking off her boots >>>>>>>>

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide.

ah yes, classic submission position~

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER.

meek is one of my favorite words. i have heard an alternate definition for this as “meekness is great power under control” and it stuck in my head ever since; pls bow before medic reader my meek badass queen

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it.

ah yes imho the heart of why wolf/hybrid and enemies-to-lovers etc. etc. etc. tropes and fics are so popular~

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

hehe big ghost wolf, smol floppy ears - i will not let this image leave my head

ok and the wolflore about the recessive genes!! eating it all up <3

also i know this is a ghostfic but soap blushing and mumbling bout his coffeeshop crush is soo <333333333

"you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.”

literally me to anyone <30/even a year younger than me

"ALSO, yes i'm setting up for a future soap/cafe!reader fic"

okay the unholy screech that erupted from me at reading this author’s note i’m-

Graves sat in a simple metal chair, cool, calm and collected without a single blonde hair out of place.

me fully knowing graves isnt even doing anything here, just sitting: go off, king

“I wasn’t going to let that boy take my soul, sir,” you said calmly. “Not for something as worthless as a career.”

well said indeed <3

You wondered if he would come visit you, if you asked. If he would sit in your dusty, frilly living room and drink from your pumpkin shaped mugs.

PUMPKIN-SHAPED MUGS <3 <3 <3

Price looked up from a paperback, a twitch in his brow. He preferred to keep out of conflicts between the pack, only interfering when blood was spilled.

oh please my headcanon for price is that he inhales gossip like oxygen and keeps it filed and sorted alphabetically and chronologically in his mind palace to pull up as needed

They were on active duty, for Christ’s sake, it wasn’t like he could bend her over against one of those cots and stake his claim, COUGHOMGWHYTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKNOTCOUGH no matter how badly he wanted to.

The 141 hunted at night, so during the day Gaz and Soap would occasionally bring you a muffin for breakfast or a stray cup of coffee. Even Price, the fatherly man he was, brought you one of his extra novels to read while you were awake during the night shift, one of those cheesy detective thrillers that helped you get through the night without passing out on a patient.

who doesn’t love familial!141 🥰🥰

it’s nice to remind yourself that you’re still a simple woman that appreciates a nice mani-pedi and a good hair day.

this is so real - taking care of yourelf/reminding urself to feel human is so important <3

You had the rank and the experience, so of course, you got the lion’s share of reports. ahem this a small almost throwaway line but much appreciated - LEADERSHIP IS FOR SERVICE. TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN FOR THOSE UNDER YOU, AND LIFT THEM UP. TAKE THE HITS SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO - ONES THEY AREN’T EVEN AWARE OF IF YOU’RE GOOD AT IT. anyway stepping down once again from my soapbox-

ah reader i can think of many MANY MANY spicy ways to motivate ghosty to do his patriotic duty~

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AND ALSO Reading: Johnny Boy by @ghostgorlsworld

first off being thrown into the deep end of the incredible lorebuilding had me ready to swim and dive deep without even taking a breath of reality because the story!!!! the worldbuilding!!!! absolutely immaculate

a recurring daydream/brainrot scenario ive gone back to time and again with my blorbos through the years is getting knocked up with their spawn and having to escape and go on the run and hide the child then have an implausibly wild reunion, often with some physically impossible makeup sex and then birth my own private sports team's worth of children to build our world empire (drama, romance, intrigue, adventure - i would buy out opening night tickets to the movieplots my brain spits out, anyway ty for coming to my BedTedTalk) anyway this has such a unique niche in the CODfics ive read with the almost enemies-to-lovers-back-to-enemies flavoring with brother’s best friend trope in play

on that note, shaking tom’s hand vigorously for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life, then backhanding him with my other hand - also for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life

cute-ass mactavish sire emma needs to eat raw meat to survive? her supernatural senses make her an old soul in a child’s body? no further comments, absolute perfection. i love the explorations of “hey scenting/being a hybrid, ESPECIALLY growing up as one, ain’t all its cracked up to be and is not just all 100% sexy times and funsies” and her picking up on mom being sad all the time a certain someone is near and declaring “if mommy doesn’t like him, I don’t either” just UGGHHHH i just want to give her a hug and tell her it will all work out, shes is in good hands (including but not limited to her own!) also tear the throat out of anyone who would dare steal her childhood (fistbumping my fellow immigrant first gen firstborns&eldest daughters who had to grow up too fast/take care of adults)

also one of the reasons i love this fic is the very fierce and protective love reader has for her emma and their really beautiful bond <3 fanfic can be so healing and tender in very unexpected ways and their relationship slipped past all my walls and armor and just stuck me right in the feels <3

the conversation about grandpa jack haunting them and turning the book pages for him was so sweet i think my molars rotted away on the spot, 🥺🥺🥺 piney i will be billing you for my dental visit expenses; be prepared to pay cos ive always wanted to secretly try out grillz as a new yorker girlie

also random brainrot but 1000% positive grandpa jack was a fucking hottie in his glory days (underground fighting rings? picturing tyler durden rn)

also please give mama reader a fucking medal, cutting up raw meats and organs first thing in the morning (EVERY morning) is a feat indeed

also johnny/reader’s first meeting at the funeral home is absolutely exquisite, the perfect amount of drama and angst!!! raaaaaa biting my pillow and tearing it to pieces

- reader’s physical reaction to the “he’s behind me, isn’t he” revelation

- johnny’s physical glow-up described through reader’s eyes is just UNFFFF *chef’s kiss*

- reader going straight into panic/mama bear mode re: emma

- “it could have been longer, john” HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ICE COLD QUEEN PLEASE I CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE YOU FASTER OR I’LL BREAK MY KNEECAPS

- “your voice so cold it stung your tongue as you spoke. The ache in your chest was overtaken by rage, pure and hot. “Excuse me.” i am f e r a l for this line, this is PERFECTION i can taste the emotions here like viscerally on my tongue

- honestly kudos to reader for not punching tom’s lights out when she’s running to get emma from him

“I don’t care.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to dig your nails into his skin and hurt him like he hurt you. “We don’t need you, we never needed you. I loved you, and you left for years . Deal with the consequences.”

Johnny Mctavish, a wolf, a soldier, flinched from you.

It wasn’t the victory you thought it would be.

AAAAAAAA YES THIS IS ME AS I READ THIS REVELING IN THE ANGST

also the last line of ch1 being “Forget him. John always runs.” and summary of Ch2 being “Johnny comes home.” ????? gonna run out of my lipstick giving chef’s kisses to piney here

the way piney fleshes out reader and her story and history with johnny just makes me want to give her a ginormous hug, also like an all-expenses paid weeklong vacation to the maldives or something for the absolute bullshit she’s endured (might have to join you on this though dear reader my salary/responsibilities working in [redacted] means i also need an all-expense paid weeklong vacation to the maldives)

also I FUCKING SUSPECTED JOHNNY WAS SECRETLY TRYING TO SCENT READER WHEN HE SNUCK UP ON HER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SURPRISE HER BY PUTTING HIS MITTS ON HER SHOULDER; i love that emma picked up on this through her nose

“Because you still smell like me, kitty.” brain going brrrr being overloaded with conspiracy theories about teh many layers what this may mean

wolves were different from normal men. Territorial.

me, reading about fictional territorial wolfmen on tumblr: 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about IRL men being ‘territorial’: 🤢🤢🤢

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always.

i’ll be totally honest the character i fell head over heels with in this story was not johnny taking first place no - EMMA MACTAVISH MY HEART <3 i hope my future children will be brave, kind, wise, funny and compassionate like you <3

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

this line + the short almost throwaway line of reader “laughing wetly” just before it just ughhh my heartache! shoutout to all the hardworking parents/caregivers simply Trying Their Best And Getting No Recognition™️ (madstronaut sees you and applauds you, great is your reward in heaven and or the pits of tumblrhell, dealer’s choice)

“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. god this got too real, when i hear myself sound like my mother sometimes (esp. when im mad) i literally narrow my eyes at my own reflection and have to check myself before i wreck myself iykyk

also freaking love the lore about hybrids/wolves being discriminated against in society and johnny’s own experience and pitfalls navigating the world! lorebuilding>>>>>>>>>>>>

You were dressed more appropriately this time, a Black Sabbath tee and sweats, your work clothes of pencil skirts, trousers, and wool sweaters currently drying on the laundry lines in the backyard.

ok reader i see you my little rocker <3 you would love saint vitus bar in brooklyn; make tom or johnny watch emma so we can headbang to our heart’s content and you can enjoy a well-deserved night out <3 (on that note #REOPENVITUSYOUCOWARDS)

Emma two-handed it, just like you tell her to. It seemed she was trying to be on her best behavior, the little traitor.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EMMA YOU LITTLE DEVIOUS ADORABLE SHIT (said goodnaturedly) I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH

Something in your chest squeezed when Johnny tucked the blanket around Emma’s skinny arms, more gentle than you had ever seen him.

ok though real talk men being gentle and tender, esp. around kiddos - hi, yes please sirs you can indeed help me mop my panties off the floor

Susan didn’t know what to do with a little boy that chewed on the furniture and got sick when she didn’t let him eat raw meat.

i physically need to see fanart of young wolf!soap gnawing on an armchair leg

This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable.

hello charlie or as i like to call you “walking beige flag” the way i would roast him if i was bffs with reader..

also emma drawing that wolf catcher memory and waiting until soap was there to show it to both him and reader - AAGGGGH I freaking loved this and how clever this is i can do an entire pepe silvia conspiracy board meme breakdown of why and how much i loved this whole interaction

emma knowing it is a tough memory for her mama but choosing to draw and show it specifically to johnny - and waiting til they are all in each other’s presences (presence? idk)

i can see reader fighting (a losing battle lets be honest this is johnny fucking mactavish) tooth and nail so far to maintain the armor of assumptions and explanations she’s told herself to deal with the pain of being in love then (from her pov) rejected and how this has bled into how she paints johnny to emma despite her best efforts

and yet as they say sometimes the body says and knows what the mind/heart cannot say yet and 1000% sure that little miss wolf emma mactavish loves her mom but is also sure that momma isn’t sure on where she stands with johnny

also ALSO the fact that jack raised both johnny and emma HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT - even though they’ve just met i love the little tidbits of the special wolf-to-wolf and father/daughter connection they have

AND AND AND so my grand theory here is that i believe emma made and showed this drawing to johnny because from what she knows - she perceives mama reader to despise johnny on the surface, yet still wants him - but based on what she’s told her about johnny, thinks johnny may not want mama - and drew this to prove mama is still worthy and a great protector - “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.” - and “showing her off” to johnny COUGH ANYWAY THAT’S WHERE I’LL END MY THESIS TYVM

also i love the bits sprinkled around the fic about johnny’s eyes sparkling eerie/brighter when he gets worked up

Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

HAHAHAHA OKAY SHIT, MAMA, WHO IS THE DELULU ONE NOW????????? (tbh it’s me, hi im the probl-)

johnny trying to find excuses to spend his PMC savings & money on reader + emma - IRL me and my bills & student loans crying laughing hysterically at reader turning this down

“Shut up!” Tommy said, frowning at you from the couch. “Fuck, lovie, he’s a friend from work.”

The man in the mask raised a hand in an awkward wave.

HAHAHAHHA SIMON!!! his entrance totally threw me off but ofc tom’s SHUT UP (true sibling energy right here, no greeting, just yells) and simon’s lil wave just UGGGGGGGHHHH such a nice palate cleanser from the intense but delicious angst - also tipping my hat at the subtle way to introduce Bi!Tommy with the “he’s not company he’s a guest” line 😏

You felt Simon’s eyes on you, judging, appraising. You were sure Johnny probably didn’t have the nicest things to say about you–most likely that you were an irritating little girl that followed him around for twenty years then proceeded to get pregnant and raise the child without him knowing,

would love to know what and how TF141 thinks of mama reader from how johnny has described her…despite her own misgivings <3

Johnny was an unsuspecting kind of violent, always smiling and laughing until he wasn’t, until it was serious.

Simon was different. He felt older.

aaaaaa this is SUCH a good characterisation of them both

You had missed him like a lost limb-

ooh i absolutely love this phrase! I have one person in my life i went through a friend breakup with (iykyk - these are more painful than romantic breakups imho) and we mended things and discovered afterwards we both referred to our break in our friendship as ‘having lost a limb’ to other folks (!) sometimes birds of a feather really do flock together

“It’s just…we’re adults, and adults have tricky feelings. preach mama 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

but also pls mama i know you have a kiddo but putting on nail polish right before a date? nooooooooooooooooo though chanel polishes ARE superior cos of that fat brush so all is forgiven <3

also obligatory FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK to charlie for forgetting the date, do you EVEN KNOW THE SUFFERING WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH TO GET READY FOR A DATE? TO GET READY TO FACE THE WORLD OUTSIDE OUR DOOR, PERIODT?

IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ONE OF MY GIRLIES I WILL BE READY TO FUCKING SHOW SOMEONE’S BITCH ASS THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TEETH AND CLAWS INDEED TO GET RIGHT FUCKED UP

anyway climbing down from my soapbox on behalf of women everywhere, back to the fic

as a tiny tiny redeemable bit - charlie having weekly dinners with his gran is a huge green flag trait

He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him.

me, extremely pleased, reading this: ah yes, in vino veritas~

The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.

<3 <3 <3 this line <3 <3 <3

irl sidenote: u can also do this without alcohol my friends <3 trusted friends, therapy, long retreats into nature, safe places, safe people all very effective and cutting right to the heart in the gentlest ways possible, painful but highly recommend over the alternative (and lesser) options of keeping the poison inside <3

Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.

ahem hello this is it

this is what does it for me

kneelng for your prey <3

also i love that their first real physical intimate contact after reuniting, beyond that hug after the wolf catcher story, is johnny LICKING reader’s tears off her face

“All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” whats that phrase? marines make do? 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about lacy underwear getting shredded: mmmmf yes sexxxxxyyyy

also me: ok i just know that was expensive, cringing inside at having to replace it

also fics that have men talking to ur pussy as they take care of it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I CANNOT WAIT FOR READER TO WAKE UP AND SCREAM AT HERSELF

#madstrothought #FaFiCoWriMo #fanfiction #call of duty #simon ghost riley #moondrunk monster #johnny soap mactavish #johnny boy #ghostgorlsworld #BlackPinecreations #werewolf au

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stargatelov3r · 9 months

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For the kisses prompt: Teylabeth (obvs) and

8 please!

I hope the prompt was "Kissing in Secret" because that's what i remembered and i can't find the post anymore :))) anyways, hope you like it!

I also posted in on ao3

Secrets

“Elizabeth, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Teyla said as the doors of the room she used for exercising slid open. Her training partner had left a few minutes ago and she was about to put the bantos rods away before retreating to her quarters for a shower and her evening meditation.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Elizabeth said, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she strode across the room.

“I thought I wouldn’t see you before dinner tomorrow,” Teyla said, picking up her bantos rods. Quicker than she expected, Elizabeth was standing right in front of her, one hand coming up to caress her cheek and tilt up her head slightly, causing Teyla’s stomach to flutter.

“I couldn’t wait.” Elizabeth smiled. “Is that okay?”

Teyla nodded, speechless at the sight of Elizabeth’s unexpected boldness. It wasn’t often that she was so outright open with their relationship, especially in a public place like the gym. Before she could wonder more about what had brought on this change she felt her lips on hers. The kiss was so deep, so intense and heartfelt that for a moment Telya forgot she was still holding her bantos rods which fell from her hands and clattered on the floor, the sound echoing through the room.

Elizabeth smiled into the kiss but not breaking it and instead placing one hand on the small of Teyla’s back and gently guiding her backwards until her back bumped against the wall.

A gasp escaped Teyla’s lips as she felt Atlantis’ cold wall against her skin and they parted, her whole body tingling with delight and excitation.

“Too much?” Elizabeth whispered, licking her lips as if she still tasted Teyla on her lips and didn’t want to let any of it go to waste.

Teyla shook her head, cupping Elizabeth’s face in hers and searching for any indication of the sudden directness. “Not at all. I only wonder… what made you come here and do… this.”

Elizabeth shrugged, pushing a strand of Teyla’s damp hair behind her ear. “I just felt like it.”

“You felt like it?” Teyla laughed teasingly. “You never ‘feel like something’ and do it without weighing every possible outcome. Someone could walk in and see us!”

Elizabeth’s expression turned grave for a moment, and she leaned in until their foreheads touched. She sighed, and Teyla sensed that this spontaneous visit meant more than Elizabeth wanted to indicate. “Maybe I don’t care anymore… Maybe I’m tired of the secrecy.”

Teyla’s eyes widened. This truly was a change. “Are you sure?” she asked, although she knew that if someone had considered all the consequences that would come with telling everyone about their relationship it would be Elizabeth.

“No,” Elizabeth said, a smile tucking at the corner of her mouth. “No, I’m not. But I’m sure that I’m tired of having to schedule our meetings so they don’t seem suspicious. I'm tired of not being able to act around you the way I want when we are in public and not working for once. I’m tired… I’m tired of hiding.”

Teyla’s arms snaked around her neck, allowing Elizabeth to lean in even more. She was still sweaty from her work out, but she had learned a while ago that Elizabeth didn’t bother so much about that. Confirming this, she didn’t give any indication of discomfort this time as well.

“I agreed a long time ago that our relationship would be as visible to everyone as you wish. That has not changed. I will be by your side in secrecy and in plain daylight.”

“In sickness and in health,” Elizabeth muttered.

A smile spread over Teyla’s face as she recognized the words that were often spoken at weddings in some parts of Earth.

“Until death parts us,” she replied and had barely spoken the last word before Elizabeth engaged her in another kiss that, had not the wall behind her and Elizabeth in front of her supported her, would have made it impossible for her to keep standing upright as her legs suddenly felt surprisingly weak.

#teylabeth #elizabeth weir #teyla emmagan #teyla emmagan x elizabeth weir #elizabeth weir x teyla emmagan #asile creates #stargate atlantis #femslash #sga

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So, I just watched the S3 finale of The Owl House and I have a lot to say. Spoilers ofc. Also please tell me if The Collector's pronouns are He/Him or They/Them. I use He/Him in one paragraph and They/Them in another, so please tell me thanks!

The ending for The Owl House and Amphibia felt similar (IN A GOOD WAY) with the protagonist "dying", coming back to life with grand power to end the massive threat, and then living again with the proper chance to say goodbye. I have to say, this got me crying/tearing up on a few occasions, especially with how childish and pure The Collector is. (I just realized I have to change my pfp I'll do that later) He just wants to make friends, but he's unaware of how to do so because everyone he's met has used him for their own advantage.

The Collector is one of my favorite characters because he's like me; We don't know how to make friends properly and just hope it works. They just want to help and I can't blame them, especially when Luz takes the hit for them. The fact that it took them a bit to realize that Luz was actually gone broke me. The Collector is so pure. I love them and want them to be my friend. Also, when Luz, Eda, and King were showing The Collector how they became friends, they started looking upset and during the games they played. They felt left out and I can understand that, making me relate to them more.

Raine is my most favorite character for various reasons but that's for another post. The fact that they were possessed by Belos as a puppet was like "Bitch what the fuck?!". Also, the fact that the moon sticker came off to reveal Raine's original outfit was like a punch in the stomach and I can't explain why. I wanna give props to them for fighting off the little shit that is Belos and the fact that Raine broke their violin to protect the Titan's heart just shattered me, especially since it didn't work.

Closer to the middle/end where the trio (Luz, Eda, and King) come to save Raine, they were whistling Eda's Requiem and I had to get up from my bed and just stop like "damn stop trying to break my heart" so yeah. At least they and Eda got their happy ending tbh good for them.

There are also a few things I want to point out that aren't long enough to have paragraph explanations, but I don't want to gloss over them:

Camila as a puppet was crying when Luz's light particles(?) entered The Archives, giving her that motherly instinct that her daughter is gone without her even realizing it.

The Collector was going to sacrifice themself to save everyone else in The Archives probably because Luz sacrificed herself for them.

Everyone (I think) understood that The Collector wanted to help and let him.

WILLOW'S DADS GOT TO KISS ON SCREEN AYOO???? I WAS SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU WOULD'VE THOUGHT I WAS ON A SUGAR RUSH!!!

Alador and Darius got a gay scene (okay maybe not gay but it gave off the vibes, especially since I ship them.) (The scene is during the credits when Owlbert is getting the others in The Demon Realm)

The fact that the birds just don't care that the trees on the Titan's arm are sideways and just perch there anyways is amazing.

Everyone got a glow-up and I'm here for it

I love how overly animated some of the scenes are. It makes it more immersive and energetic and I am here for it as well.

The Titan in The Inbetween wearing a Bad Girl Coven shirt and Glyph pajama pants with a little Hooty replacing his right eye is something I thought I'd never see, but I love it. He's such a dad.

The "I loaf you" message The Titan wanted Luz to give to King is such a dad thing to do and I fucking love it. Gave me something to laugh about after the angst I just witnessed.

FLAPJACK'S GRAVE

Hunter working with Eda's dad (I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT HIS NAME I KNEW IT BEFORE) in Palisman carving is just AHHHHHHHH MY HEART

Everyone growing up and doing what they love is so amazing I wish Disney didn't cancel TOH so that we could've had more exploration, especially the lore.

Raine's face is stained from Belos' goop and it looks like they've been crying forever and idk what to say.

GUS' DAD HUGGING THE ILLUSIONS BEFORE HUGGING GUS LIKE IK HE DIDN'T KNOW WHICH ONE WAS GUS BUT THE IDEA THAT HE'S WILLING TO HUG ALL THE ILLUSIONS TO GET TO HIS SON IS JUST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

That's not all I have, but for rn it is. Tell me what you thought about the finale. If you made it this far, tell me which version of Raine I should cosplay (the original, the puppet, or the glow-up/finale version)

#the owl house #toh spoilers #toh s3 #my heart #screaming crying throwing up #still crying #fuck disney #Youtube

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FebruarOC - Beryl

today we're talking about Beryl Dawn from my affectionately nicknamed "07 Nano" project that I think i've posted about on here before. (I went checking and what the hell I FORGOT I EVEN DID A SECOND DRAFT OF THE BEGINNING) And as a treat for me, I've picked the others of the main quartet for their respective letters for this month.

Beryl (like Ren) was one of the founding characters for this project after I took a short story I (started to, lbr, it wasn't finished) write about a boy being tasked to go bring back a girl that was kidnapped. Which sounds very, "huh??" when put that way. And as I've talked about before, I've got "city dwellers" and "hill folk" and a super basic-level dichotomy set up between the cultures that at the time I thought was good world building but i know enough now to say "girl that ain't it" at my past self.

In this setting, there is a swathe of land that's sort of a no-man's land. The Hill Folk are cut off from their elements/gods and the City Dwellers think that it is too wild. It is, for all intents and purposes, a demon grave yard. What are these demons? Pft don't ask me I never explained it. I don't think I even had an inkling kicking around in my head.

But there was one from the City Dwellers that would go and dig up the graves of demons and using their bones to carve masks and he gave them to people and they got the nick-name Grave Robbers. Now this, unfortunately, is knowledge that was lost to time before I'm pretty sure I had an idea of what Cantur was up to and what the Deacon was for (more on that in Sam's post later this month), but for the life of me I can't remember, and I didn't write any external notes (or any that survived like three laptop crashes). So I can't tell you anything about that.

Beryl was taken when she was super young and given a Raven mask. Upon donning the mask, the Grave Robber is robbed (badum tss) of their memories and they become a semi-host for the spirit in the mask. She lived as Raven for a few years until Ren Hari showed up and said he'd come to bring her back to the Hill Folk and if she would be so kind as to go with him that would be great.

As for the Hill Folk lore, the culture is divided into four seasons and each season is divided into two elements. Beryl is a Spring Water cleric (I don't know why I called them clerics probably too much Forgotten Realms/Dragonlance). I went a step further because i'm an Extra Bitch(tm) and I like forbidden romances and I made her and Ky (you'll see her later too) part of a division of "nymphs" which is an all female-division of their Spring element (Wood and Water) and they were extra forbidden from falling in love/being with a man (note: I didn't take queer anything into consideration, which would change in a rewrite)

Now, Beryl-as-Raven was considered a Fallen in the eyes of the Hill Folk elders because, strictly by their rules she "turned her back on her goddess" (we can't get too deep into it now this is just an intro to the character). Technically they would have let her remain as a City Dweller except the priestess of the Spring Water Nymphs had a vision and that means that the goddess hadn't completely given Beryl up for lost. So they sent Ren to get her (I'll talk more about that on his post).

However once they get back, before they can review Beryl's case, a massive uprising of Fallen/discontent Hill Folk/City Dwellers doing something idk attack the main establishment of the Hill Folk and everything falls into chaos.

So by the rules, Beryl is still a Fallen because they never could revoke her status, even though she has returned to them and has gained favor from her goddess to use her magic again.

She and Ren use this loophole to carry out a relationship because, if things ever settle and they fully review her case and revoke the Fallen status, then she will be fully reinstated as a Spring Water Nymph and that will be BAD NEWS BEARS for Ren, who could be severely punished for being intimate with her.

Now which of these rules and practices will I carry over? Fuck if I know, this isn't the time to figure that out. For now, enjoy this conversation between Beryl and Ren when she agrees to go back with him.

#februaroc #a lil miss original #lil miss writings #07 nano

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ionalottabookmarks · 10 months

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Duela in Countdown to Crisis (Continued)

Today’s post is about the continued appearances of Duela after her death in Countdown #51. It will include images from Countdown #49, #48, #47, #40, and #26.

But first, a quick rundown of what happened in Countdown 50. Which comes before all those other issues; we’re counting down, so the numbering is backwards. I don’t have images for this one, because I forgot about it until just now.

Jimmy Olsen interviews Red Hood about Duela’s death; Jason tells him an alien did it.

Jimmy Olsen interviews the Joker about Duela’s death. He’s also the first one to tell Joker about Duela’s death, which - harsh. Like, I get that the Joker is evil, but he still deserves to be informed promptly of a close relative’s passing by someone other than a journalist working on a story. Arkham staff dropped the ball on this one.

Except it turns out the Joker doesn’t have a daughter.

Which, you know, makes sense, because we hashed out Duela’s parentage decades ago.

And that’s issue 50, or at least the relevant parts, so. Moving on.

The Monitors are discussing Duela’s death, and whether or not it was the correct move. DC sure does love this kill shot, huh?

Donna and Jason visit Duela’s grave. Jason was present at Duela’s murder, and there’s some concern that he and Donna may be next. I am glad to see Donna at the grave; they haven’t have any interaction to speak of since the 70s, but Donna and Duela did seem to be friends back then, and it’s nice that Donna still seems to care about her, despite the mess DC has made of Duela’s character in the time since their Teen Titans days.

No actual image of Duela here, but the Monitors are still arguing about her.

Seriously, how many times are they going to make us look at Duela getting shot and her corpse?

But this is pretty much the last we see of her, at least in this universe. I’ve already done a post about her updated origin story, which appears in flashback form from her father’s perspective when Jason and Donna team up with Kyle Rayner to go universe hopping. I’ll repost it soon here. But since that post has already gone up, this is our last post about Duela in main continuity pre-reboot. Next time we’ll be getting into her alternate universe appearances.

#Duela dent #joker's daughter #harlequin #dc #dc comics #countdown to crisis

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marley-manson · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

Thank you!

lol I only have five fics posted so I'm gonna do this for vids instead.

Wreck

There's exactly one shot I might go back and change if I could now, but honestly this is probably my favourite of my vids. It accomplishes, imo, what I always want to accomplish with a vid, which is both being visually engaging and fitting the music in a satisfying way, and essentially being a visual essay with a thesis statement. I feel like the essay part works on multiple layers too, where the basic point (Guts' violence is self-destructive) should come across pretty clearly, but there are a lot of little nuances that reasonably only I will ever know lol.

Like for example there's a set of three shots towards the end: a monstrous arm reaching out, a sword-strike, and a monstrous arm falling severed to the ground. Those three shots form a coherent whole, but they're taken from three very different scenes, which, put together, draw a throughline between Guts' rapist, Guts' abusive father figure, and Guts' urge to fight monsters.

Ultimately I made this vid for me, and my intended audience is happy with it.

The Moon Will Sing

I feel like this one was very successful on an emotional level. Every time I watch it there are several moments that give me shivers, and it never wears off. It's a love letter to Casca, and you can feel that imo. Plus I'm very proud of just being able to make a Casca vid that's about her life and her accomplishments and disappointments, and not romance lol.

Long Black Coat

This is the earliest completed vid I still have and yk what it holds up. The song edit is smooth enough that I completely forgot I edited the song until someone mentioned how cut up it was lmao, since it's one I never listen to outside of rewatching this vid; the music is illustrated by the visuals very well imo, it has a good sense of rhythm; and while it's still pretty linear it's not completely linear lol, which was an accomplishment for me when I was like 18.

Tropic Morning News

The fugue state I went into while making this was ridiculous, and then I spent the next few days rewatching it like 50 times. The hypomanic obsession has worn off and it's not quite as perfect as I thought during that week of making it lol, but it still holds up pretty well imo, and it was a memorable experience. It's the only vid I've ever made with a constructed reality element so it's a successful experiment too. I think it comes together overall, and it's a good portrait of Hawkeye/BJ as a ship.

Waltzing Along

I'm saying this vid instead of my most recent pretty much solely because it was my first Mash vid, I feel like they're ultimately pretty equivalent. But yeah like, going in I was extremely skeptical that Mash would work as a source for me, because it lacks a certain cinematographic polish lol. It's not super visually interesting and a lot of significant moments are portrayed almost solely through dialogue. But then I started this and I was like oh okay I can work with this, nice. So I have this vid to thank for all future Mash vids, and for helping expand my resourcefulness as a vidder.

Plus I'm pretty proud of it in general, like the death verse came together so well, I love my choice to show Tommy and Henry before the lyric reaches 'death row,' to add that little retroactive realization of why they're here. And intercutting Hawkeye getting out of the bus with Hawkeye helping the North Korean dig a grave, leading into Hawkeye supporting all his friends... Hawkeye.mp4. It also has a slightly stronger emotional core than my most recent one, probably.

Also I showed it to my dad and it made him tear up lol so I consider that a win.

#jump they say was a close runner up but i think the balance between the visual essay aspect and the satisfying vid aspect was #slightly off - leaned a little too heavily into trying to make a nuanced point at the expense of some clarity of vision #my vids #thanks for sending this!#text post #ask meme

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 2 years

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 26

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.]

*Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters.

*Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

☾ Click Here for Foxtail & Wolfsbane Home Page (All Chapter Links) ☾

“So be it.” With that, Rowan swept you into his arms, embracing you quite tightly this time, and he kissed you fiercely.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was quite something, to be swept into a kiss like that. It was impossible not to have your hands curl up against his chest, and to part your lips to receive his. The warmth of Rowan’s body and more importantly, of his nature, was the perfect antidote to the iciness running through your veins. Unlike Severus, Rowan did not hold back one bit, and it was this absolutely giving nature that saved you.

The Fox purred in your chest. While her favorite prey was someone with Tristan’s character – someone upstanding, though with a slightly cracked soul - when it came to being tamed herself and receiving pleasure, she fully enjoyed Rowan’s intense and passionate spirit.

Quite a man, she whispered, pleased. Yes, he’ll be able to save you – for now.

“Mmpf…” A muffled breath escaped you as Rowan squeezed you in his arms.

Rowan, hearing you panting, captured your lips in another kiss, unwilling to let you part with him even for one breath.

Your hands opened on his chest, and then closed again as you slowly but fiercely fisted the front of his shirt in your grip.

Rowan, feeling you gripping the front of his shirt, murmured approvingly, “There’s my girl.”

“Hm?” you mumbled. You drew back slightly to look up at Rowan.

Rowan smiled when he saw you looking up at him like that, with your head cocked slightly to the side. Ever curious, he recognized. He spoke warmly, in his low, husky voice, “I know you.”

You hesitated. “You do? I thought I look different right now, because of the Fox.”

“You do, but your mannerisms are still you. Besides, I was warned that you were a nymph, even back when we were in school together.”

“Ah, that’s right.”

Running his hands up and down your back to warm you up, Rowan leaned down. While pressing his lips to yours again, he murmured, “Is it too early to start calling you by your old nicknames?”

You paused, confused. “Did we have nicknames for each other?”

Rowan sighed, feigning disappointment. “You forgot them all already, did you, my little nymph?”

“Oh, right,” you recalled. “You used to – ah!” A soft breath left you as Rowan pressed his lips hungrily against the underside of your jaw.

“Sit this way for me,” he told you. Grasping your hips, he positioned you so that you were facing him. Then, he leaned forward, and the pressure of him leaning into you made you fall backwards, so that you were sitting back against the wall of the train carriage. With that one swift move, Rowan was already between your legs and leaning over you.

“Rowan…” You put your hands up against his chest again.

“What?” Rowan grasped your wrists in his hands. Keeping your hands tight in his grasp, Rowan leaned down and pressed his lips warmly to your neck now.

You breathed out slowly as you stared up at the ceiling of the rocking train carriage. “What is it about us and trains?” you wondered.

You felt Rowan let out a soft, amused laugh against your neck. “It is strange,” he agreed. “But it makes sense, too, if you think about it.”

“How so?”

“We’re always on the move, you and me. We can only finally be with each other in the in-between times.”

“That’s true.” Your voice fell to a whisper. Something very strange was unfolding in your heart. You almost felt like crying. It was just that – you hadn’t allowed yourself to think of Rowan for so long, but now that he was here with you again, you were suddenly reminded of a version of yourself that had once existed at Hogwarts before you met Remus and before you were possessed by the Nine-Tailed Fox. I was more confident back then. I didn’t care much for other people’s pity. Because I didn’t need help. Or so I thought.

You turned your head, to see Rowan with his face still buried against your neck. His hands were gripping your curves and his fingers were pressing into your tummy. I was more like Rowan back then – fiery, confident, and independent. I wasn’t this… this messed-up, hopeless version of myself that I am now.

That’s what I was saying, the Fox suddenly whispered to you. That’s why he could heal you. If only you choose to let him.

“I… I missed you.”

You paused. Was that me, that just said those words out loud?

Rowan slowly lifted his head up. His face was very close to yours. He gazed into your eyes. “I missed you, too,” he replied. “But why are you saying it like you’re about to cry?”

You couldn’t answer him directly, for you weren’t sure yourself exactly. But you tried to explain. “When you didn’t answer my letters, I didn’t let myself think of you anymore. But you were always in the back of my mind, reminding me to eat and go to class and telling me that there are other creatures than the Nine-Tailed Fox…”

Rowan put his hand up against the train wall and he slid up a little, until he could look down at you directly. He pressed his other hand against your cheek. “Yeah, I always felt it was my place to look out for you.”

“Back then,” you whispered, “it hit me like a bolt of lightning to realize that I felt something for you. And then, when you came with me to the back of the train, and you made me yours, it was some sort-of revelation for me.”

Rowan’s hands slipped up your body, and you felt the way he admired your breasts before his hands suddenly pressed down against your cheek. Pinning you against the wall of the train carriage, he leaned in until his mouth was right beside your ear. “I thought you said that memory was hazy to you,” he whispered, catching you in your lie. “Liar. You remember exactly how I made love to you then, don’t you?”

You blinked in surprise as you suddenly found yourself peeking over his shoulder, and you saw how broad his shoulders and back were, how he covered you so completely. His warmth battled the cold in your veins so effectively. You wanted to press yourself against him, as tight as you could.

“Are you still cold?” Rowan asked you knowingly, as he identified the Fox still at the surface of your soul.

“A little,” you admitted.

“I can make you warm, if you’ll let me,” Rowan said. You felt Rowan’s breath tickle your ear as he told you, “Your first letters confessed that you fell asleep every night that summer, thinking of me, making yourself cum with the thought of my cock buried inside of you. I can do that again… for you.”

“I didn’t say that,” you protested.

“You did. I have the letters. And you can’t take it back now.” Rowan pulled back just a little to examine your face as he asked you, “So, what do you say? Shall we pay a little homage to those sweet, childish letters of yours?”

“They weren’t childish.”

“They were. They reeked of inexperience, of first love,” Rowan told you.

“Is that bad?” you wondered.

Rowan shrugged. “No, I thought I loved you too, back then.”

You hesitated. Your hands came up, following the curve of his arms and then you folded your hands over his chest again – right over his heart.

“What are you doing?” Rowan asked.

You closed your eyes and you focused on feeling that beat – thump, thump, thump… There was Rowan’s heartbeat, as strong and steady as could be.

Rowan chuckled lightly, when he realized you were listening to his heartbeat. “You don’t need to check if I’m human. I’ve never been anything but.”

You sighed heavily. “I was such a fool, running blindly into the Nine-Tailed Fox’s territory. I didn’t realize how weak my soul was, to the point where she could possess me. I’m such an idiot.”

“That’s not true.” Rowan wiped his thumb under your eye, catching the tear you hadn’t realized was falling. “I’m proud of you. Whatever the consequences, you did what you set your mind to – you found the Fox.”

His thumb then slipped onto your lips and he pressed his thumb gently against your lower lip, making you part your mouth for him, as he whispered, “And maybe between you and me we can keep her tamed, huh? At least for a little while.”

You blinked. “Do you truly want to – I mean, are we going to sleep together? You’re not just teasing me?”

“You tell me,” Rowan murmured, as he gently slipped his thumb between your lips and into your mouth. “You tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“Mm…” You sucked on his thumb for a moment. But then, wanting to tell the truth, you made yourself say, “But, Rowan, I’ve been with other men.”

Rowan snorted, unimpressed by your worries. “Of course you have, it’s been twenty years. I’ve been with other women, too.”

“You have?”

“Course. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then… What about love? Have you ever been in love?”

“Love?” Rowan said the word almost scornfully. “No, I don’t believe in something like that. Not really.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I told you – when I first fell for you, I thought I was in love with you. But love’s just an illusion, like fame and friendship. That’s not to say that love doesn’t have any value. It does. It’s important. But it’s not real. The only real thing in this world is power. That’s what I’ve discovered.” Rowan stated this all without any hesitation.

You weren’t sure how to respond to this. I just told him how important it was to me that he came with me in the train, twenty years ago. I don’t know if that was love or not, since it all happened so quickly. But now he’s saying that he doesn’t even believe in love? What does that mean?

Seeing you fall quiet, Rowan took the opportunity to push his thumb back into your mouth, further this time – until his thumb pressed lightly on the back of your tongue. You choked a little. “Nn..!”

“Mmm, fuck,” Rowan murmured lowly. “Seeing you gag on my thumb like that. It makes me want to force my cock down your throat and watch you choke on it – or at least cum all over it.”

Your eyes widened.

“We don’t have to,” Rowan said quickly. “I’m just saying – I wouldn’t mind.”

The Fox blinked happily in your soul. Rowan couldn’t see her, obviously, but she was staring up at Rowan with big heart eyes.

You silly Fox, you thought. That’s what turns you on?

Hmpfh. You have your preferences, and I have mine, the Fox replied, annoyed.

But your stupid preferences are affecting me, you reminded her. And it was true. Much to your dismay, you felt yourself getting quite… wet… between your legs.

You stared up at Rowan, who gazed back at you without the slightest hesitation. His brown eyes seemed to contain a hint of amber, somehow. Meanwhile, your eyes were still a bit fox-like and had a sheen of silver to them. Seeing the way your eyes sparkled all silver, Rowan, more than a little amused, pbserved, “Seems like the Fox likes my suggestion. What do you think?”

“Why do I feel like the third wheel?” you muttered, a bit sullenly.

“You won’t feel like that if you just say yes,” Rowan told you. As he was still leaning over you, lying between your thighs, he pushed his hips into yours.

You moaned softly.

“Just tell me you want me, and I’ll make sure you don’t feel left out,” Rowan murmured. His eyes lit up with a deep want as he saw the way your head fell back a little and your lips fell open as you let out such a sweet and quiet moan. I could make her moan much louder than that, he thought, if only she says yes. When she has my cock filling up her tight little pussy, she might even cry out with that cute voice of hers. Rowan’s cock was throbbing by now.

“How about it?” he asked you, trying to hide how badly he needed you. He reached out and pressed his thumb against your lips gently again. “Will I get to see you choke on my cock?”

You stared at Rowan, a bit dazed by how forward he was being. You slowly gulped.

Rowan suddenly burst into laughter. “For Merlin’s sake, I’m not asking you to commit a crime or anything. I’m just spouting some stupid things to spice it up.”

“Oh. Right,” you replied, as casually as you could. But the truth was, your mouth had gone dry.

“Seriously,” he told you, “don’t overthink it.”

Oh my, the Fox thought happily. He’s quite a charismatic young man, isn’t he?

You started to remember how surprised you had been the first time you had been with Rowan – how this cheerful and confident boy suddenly became a rather intense and unsparing young man when he claimed you as his. You hadn’t quite realized his dominance at the very beginning, but as the two of you became more and more heated in your love-making, you hazily recalled that he had let slip his more possessive sentiments over you.

“But you’ve never cared about whether I was yours or not - ah!” you cried out suddenly, for you hadn’t quite finished speaking that thought aloud when Rowan had pushed his hips forward, driving his cock into you until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

Rowan pressed himself down on top of you, pushing his hips into you as hard as he could, as he whispered ardently to you, “Never cared? You’re wrong. I do care about who my little fox girl thinks she belongs to. I care very much.”

“A-Ah! Rowan – nngh!” You trembled violently in his arms, as you felt his cock pushing all the way into your tight little hole. You were being stretched out for the very first time on a cock, on Rowan’s cock, because you were, as he called you, “his little fox girl.”

“You’re my girl, and this is my pussy,” Rowan growled into your ear, as he pushed himself inside of you.

“What are you thinking, you little fox?” Rowan asked you. You felt his hands press harder against your curves, and his finger dug slightly into your tummy, as he pulled you back to earth with him. “Are you imagining how I’ll fuck you?”

You couldn’t help but admit, “Yes.”

Rowan smiled – or was it a smirk? You weren’t sure. He kept one hand on your waist, but with the other, he pushed his hand up your shirt, running his hand over your smooth tummy. “Tell me I can touch you.”

“You already are,” you said, rather unhelpfully.

“You know what I mean,” Rowan said at once, almost cutting you off. His hand drifted down to the waistband of your pants.

“Rowan…”

“What? Why all the hesitation?” Rowan softly pushed his hand below your waistband. “You need me. I want you.” His fingertips toyed with the thin line of your panties. “This should be simple. So, why are you having such a hard time asking for me?” His hand slid lower and lower, as he whispered breathily, “You already know I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”

Your brow furrowed at this. But what about our history? What about my feelings for Remus? Do you not care at all about that?

You reached down and grabbed his arm. You questioned him, “Are you still the Rowan I once knew?”

Rowan stiffened for a moment. “Well, I’ve grown up, I suppose.” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“The Rowan I knew always kept me safe,” you said quietly. You slowly wrapped your arms around his arm and hugged his arm.

Rowan’s expression became much more genuine, if not slightly somber. “Well, of course that part of me is the same,” he replied. “That part of me never grew up. You never let it.”

“Me?” you repeated, surprised.

“Both of us,” Rowan amended. “We waited until the last possible moment to confess to each other. And even you must admit, you were the more distant between the two of us. I always came to look for you. You never came to me, except at the end.”

You flushed. “You’re an idiot,” you said flatly, dropping your arms away from his arm. “If you couldn’t see my feelings for you.”

Rowan scowled slightly. “You didn’t even know yourself. How was I supposed to know?”

“Well, then, don’t blame me for our waiting until the last moment. As it was, I was the one who came and found you,” you reminded him. “You would have let us just pass by, if I hadn’t swallowed my pride and gone and found you.”

Rowan’s eyes blazed for a moment – not so much with anger, as with feeling misunderstood. He pulled his hand away from you. But finally, he blinked, and in a strong voice, he told you, “Well, we’ve just met again and I don’t mean to be hasty, but I don’t intend on letting us pass by again.”

You replied, in an equally strong voice: “Good.”

There was a heavy, tense beat of silence, where the two of you glared at each other. And then –

Clothes flew into the air, ripped off of each other’s bodies. The buttons of Rowan’s handsome shirt all popped off cheerfully and scattered on the seat and floor. Your pants were all but ripped off of you; they were yanked to your feet so roughly and then tossed into the air with no care at all. In a matter of minutes, all either of you had on were your underwear and your socks and boots.

Mouths clashed, fingers tangled in each other’s hair. Both of you were already huffing and puffing for air.

“Rowan,” you moaned softly. “Mm - !” You couldn’t say much more than his name, as he claimed your mouth for another deep and passionate kiss.

Somehow, Rowan had pinned you down again, but this time with his whole body. Reaching down, he pushed his hand roughly between your legs –

“Split them,” he growled, and you knew he was talking about your thighs.

Shivering, you managed to inch your feet apart. You opened your legs just enough that you could keep both your feet on the narrow seat.

Rowan shook his head, and he pushed your knees apart further. Your left foot fell off and, with a soft clunk, hit the floor of the train carriage.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Rowan said gruffly, “but I’m not that small of a man, and if you’re even half as tight as I remember, you’re going to need to spread that little cunt of yours as wide as you possibly can.”

“You say such… lewd things…” you breathed out, as you felt Rowan push his hand against you and start to aggressively rub you through your panties. Meanwhile, his other hand was on your chest, as he kept you pinned down.

“Do I?” Rowan murmured unfeelingly. “I’m just saying what I think.” Pushing his fingers against your clit, he moved his hand in tight circles. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, but lower,” you gasped out.

“Lower?” Rowan moved his hand down from your clit, little by little, until –

“Ah! There!”

His fingers were pressing right up against your pussyhole now.

“Fuck, yes, I can feel it,” Rowan moaned suddenly. “That is your spot, isn’t it? Right at your little pussyhole. Mmm, getting all wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes…” you breathed out shallowly.

“That’s right. Get wet for me,” he growled, in a low murmur. “C’mon, show me how wet this little cunt can get.”

You blinked hard as you felt his hand rubbing you fervently between your thighs. It was stimulating you so much…

“Uhn…” Your head fell back– your breath caught a little, and you coughed – and then panted even more furiously to catch up with the breath you’d missed.

Rowan watched how your chest rose and fall pathetically hard as he touched you. His own chest expanded with pride and he pushed his hand even harder against you, pushing his fingers against your clothed pussyhole, almost fucking your panties into your tight hole with his fingers.

“Rowan…” you half-whispered and half-choked out his name. “Uhn…!”

Just then, Rowan felt your pussyhole throb through your wet panties. Oh shit, what a fucking good girl, getting so wet already, Rowan thought. He suddenly yanked your legs up.

“Ah!” you yelped. Your eyes shot wide open as you felt Rowan press his hot, wet mouth against your panties – right over your pussyhole.

In a muffled voice, Rowan growled deeply, “Cum.” His voice sent a shiver through your pussy – in more ways than one.

You stared up at him, hypnotized and unable to look away, for there was such a mesmerizing and dark mood simmering in his eyes. Yet, there he was, this incredible young man, with his face pressed to your pussy, watching you with intense eyes as he waited for you to cum right against his mouth.

It was already too much for you to take. You unwittingly held your breath and – and – “Uh – Uh - Uhnnn!” You huffed out hard. Your tummy jolted, and Rowan had to wrap his arms around your legs to keep you in place, anchoring against his mouth.

“Ahhhh…” you moaned out.

A second later, Rowan felt your panties become soaked, and he kept his mouth flush to you – to taste you.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and you squirmed as his breath blew lightly across your wet panties and pussy. “You listen so well.”

Then, Rowan continued, “But you know what? After all these years, your pussy still tastes bitter.”

You pouted slightly, but you didn’t say anything in response. Instead, you let your legs fall to either side of Rowan’s hips and you brought your arms up and hugged Rowan to you, making him lie down on top of you. Then, your hand snuck down his bare chest, down his muscled abs, until you pushed your hand into his pants.

“Someone’s eager,” Rowan teased you, but he couldn’t hide the hunger in his eyes, nor in his breath, as he was breathing rather hard already.

You lifted your eyebrow at him. “You want me to stop?”

“Sir, no, sir,” Rowan replied dryly.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Hush,” you told him.

You coaxed Rowan’s cock in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his cock tightly to stroke him. Meanwhile, you pressed yourself up against him as best as you could, lifting your head to press your cheek against his chest, as you pleasured him.

A minute later, you felt Rowan’s hand sneak into your hair and he grasped your hair and pushed your head against his chest harder as he groaned out wantingly, “Fuck, that feels good…”

You turned and kissed Rowan’s bare chest for a moment, but Rowan said, “Baby, keep going. Your hand – Don’t stop.”

So, you kept stroking his cock in your hand – faster and faster, until with every stroke, your fist was slipping over the head of his cock. You felt pre-cum start to leak out of the tip of his cock. Rowan groaned, and he suddenly yanked you up until you were sitting and then pushed you back until your back hit the wall.

You let out a soft breath of surprise. Your hand, glistening with his pre-cum, suddenly met his abs as you put your hand out for support.

“Rowan?” you said uncertainly. “Was I not doing a good job?”

“No, you did. It’s just – Fuck, I’m so fucking hard for you,” he spat out suddenly.

You stared at Rowan, watching his entire body tense with need. His shoulders kept rising and falling as he breathed in and out quickly, and his thighs were strained as his cock stood erect. Your eyes were a bit wide, as you took in how much your childhood friend had grown up. Once a golden child – a perfect student, a prefect, a prodigy – and now he had grown up so much. Yes, of course he was incredibly intelligent, but his entire aura was shivering with his desire and strength.

This is a man who could take whatever he wanted, you realized. He could persuade everyone and anyone he likes to get his way.

“Come here,” Rowan breathed out. “Come here, baby. I need to fuck you now.”

He wants me, you thought. Well, I can’t deny… that I want him, too. I want him so badly.

You put your hands behind you and then you slowly spread your legs open for him.

Rowan took one look at your soaked panties, and he groaned. Reaching out, he ripped them right off of your hips.

“Rowan!” you gasped. “My panties - ”

“You don’t need these anymore. They’re ruined. Soaked with cum.” He tossed them aside, and the ripped, sheer fabric joined the rest of your ruined clothes on the floor.

“But what will I wear once we arrive?”

“Who cares? For all you know, you could just spend the rest of your life with my cock inside of you, plugging up your tight little hole. You wouldn’t need panties anymore, then, right?”

The way he talks… It’s absolutely sinful, you found yourself thinking.

Rowan leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. “What I mean is – stop worrying.”

Rowan straightened up again, and he put his broad hands on your thighs. He gave your thighs a light squeeze. Shifting forward, he spit on your pussy, making you shiver when his hot saliva drenched your cunt. But you barely had time to process it when Rowan pressed the tip of his cock against your pussyhole.

“Ah, wait!” You gasped, and your hands shot out and scrambled momentarily against Rowan’s hips. “Rowan!”

“I’m not even inside you yet, sweetheart,” Rowan said calmly.

“I – I know, but it’s – you’re too big. I can feel it,” you told him, sputtering a little. Because you really could feel how big and thick he was. Even with just the tip of his cock pressing up against your pussyhole, never mind the wider base of his cock, you knew he was going to split you apart.

Relax, the Fox whispered to you. You’ll be all right.

Rowan paused. “What the hell was that?”

Oh, the young man’s sensitive to my presence, the Fox realized gleefully.

“It’s the Fox,” you told Rowan.

“What’s she telling you?”

“Um, to relax and take you…”

Rowan laughed lightly. “I’m glad she’s on my side.”

The Fox hummed a low, sweet song, and she flickered her tails in the air.

You found yourself relaxing just a touch. Your legs fell open again, and your hips weren’t so tense anymore.

“Will you be all right if I try again?” Rowan asked you.

You swallowed hard, but you managed to say, “Yes.”

“All right. Relax for me,” Rowan reminded you.

You nodded.

Rowan stroked his cock a few times, and then, he shifted closer to you again.

The Fox’s song kept going in your mind, soothing you and causing your body to anticipate the pleasure that was about to come.

It will be heavenly, the Fox murmured. Just you wait.

Even with you relaxing for him, Rowan barely managed to push the tip of his cock inside of your tight pussy.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Why are you squeezing so hard already?”

He slowly pushed his hips forward a little.

“A-Ah!” Your breath caught as already a rather loud and lewd cry escaped you.

Rowan gritted his teeth. “All right,” he said, in a rather strained voice, as he felt the way your pussyhole was gripping at his cock already, and your walls were squeezing the tip of his cock so tightly. “I get why you were so panicked. You were right. This is a fucking tight little pussy you’ve got, baby.”

You merely whimpered.

Rowan hesitated, wondering if he should pull out. He gripped your hips and he started to pull back a little, but just then, you let out an even louder cry – “Ah!” – and your pussy squeezed around his cock even harder.

Rowan groaned loudly. I could cum just like this. If she just held still for me for a little longer, I could fill up her little pussy with my cum without even fucking her. She’s that tight. God…

“I might have to thrust a little to loosen you up,” Rowan huffed out. “Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop right away.”

You could feel Rowan’s thighs shaking against yours. You managed to nod and mumble out, “O-Okay…”

Rowan slid his hands from the insides of your thighs to your ass, and he lifted you up just a little, because he could push his cock more gently into your pussy if you were level with him, instead of him delving his cock deep into your hole and giving you a pounding…

Rowan paused. No, no, he berated him, take a slow. You can’t hurt her. Give it to her slow and sweet, until she’s ready.

Rowan slowly and gently thrust his hips forward.

“Nngh,” you huffed. “R-Rowan…”

“Am I hurting you?”

“N-No, but it’s s-still so big…”

“I know, but it’ll feel good, I promise.”

He thrust again.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “How are you filling me up already? When you’re not even – ah – when you’re not even inside m-me – uhn, fuck!” Your hands came up and you grasped fruitlessly at the train seats, which had absolutely nothing to hold onto. Finally, you gripped your hands into tight fists, as you cried out loudly, “Ah! Rowan, m-my p-pussy – ah! Ow! Ah!”

Rowan barely heard you. As he sunk his cock deeper and deeper into your perfect little cunt, which was the tightest pussy he’d ever been in, by far, his mind was starting to hear the Fox’s sweet song, too.

But when he heard you cry out “Ow!”, his eyes flew open and he stopped moving at once.

“Did I hurt you?” he said, worried.

“I don’t – I don’t think so, but I can’t even tell,” you mumbled nonsensically. A thin sheen of sweat was already appearing on your forehead. “Just so big… So thick.”

Your hands opened and you spread them out on your tummy, pressing your warm palms against your stomach. “I still remember the first time you were inside me,” you whispered. “I could see you inside me. When I put my hands here, I could feel you moving inside me, too.”

Rowan’s cock throbbed desperately. In a hoarse voice, he muttered, “If you don’t want me to push you, you better stop saying things like that.”

“But… it was true,” you murmured, almost to yourself. You gave your tummy a light pat with both of your hands.

“And…” Rowan croaked out in a voice that was a far cry from his usual carefree voice, “… have you felt any other man as deep inside of you as me?”

You shook your head. “No. Never. It was only you.”

“That’s it.”

Rowan’s grip on your pert little ass suddenly became vicelike – and whether he meant to or not, he was suddenly spreading your tight little hole open for his cock – and then he thrust himself into you.

“AH!” A hot bolt of lightning rang through your middle. Your entire body shivered – sizzled, as it were – and you gasped so hard it tore at your throat.

Yellow suns bloomed before your eyes. You suddenly heard your own heartbeat in your head. Thump, thump, thump…

But then, you realized it was just the sound of Rowan fucking you. The fact was that your legs had given up entirely, and they were flopping along rather ungracefully, thumping against the floor and the seat as Rowan drove his hips forward.

“Uhn! Ah! Nngh… Hah! Ah! Ah!” Your wild, half-strangled cries rang out in that tiny compartment, followed by a string of ecstatic pleas, as you moaned out frantically, “Ah, R-Rowan, my pussy, my pussy, fuck – you’re p-pounding my p-pussy – ah, ah, ah!”

Rowan wasn’t even fully inside of you. He was only giving you about half of his cock, but as it turned out, it was more than enough for you – and for him. He was groaning and growling right along with you. And as you were crying aloud about how your little pussy was being split open and burning with fever and total want, he was growling fiercely in reply, “Yes, take my cock, take it, fucking take it. Uhn, fuck, you’re so tight. I’m gonna ruin this pussy without even trying, you’re so fucking tight. Mmm, fuck!”

In such a whirlwind of lust and heat and passion, it didn’t take very long for you to revert to your fox form.

“You’re sweating…” Rowan reached out and ran his hands all over your thighs, tummy, breasts, all the way up to your cheeks and forehead. Feeling your temperature by pressing the back of his hand against your forehead, he murmured, “Your body’s warm all over. Do you feel more like yourself now?”

You nodded exhaustedly. Your soft, white fox ears flopped lightly on your head as you nodded.

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed you. “We’re getting there, then.”

You kissed him back and murmured softly, “Thank you.”

You wondered if Rowan would take it slower now that the threat of you disappearing forever into the Nine-Tailed Fox was gone. But you were dead wrong on that point.

Far from being satiated, the more you looked like yourself, the more feverishly Rowan kissed you, the more greedily he touched you all over, and the deeper he pounded into you. In fact, Rowan barely had time to admire your cute, twitching fox ears – before you were fully back to yourself.

Rowan moaned, as he pushed his cock into your wet little hole. Gazing down at you, he panted out, “You finally look like yourself again.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. Blue hair and everything.” Rowan took a moment to admire the fact that you had still retained your blue hair, after all this time. Leaning over, he gripped your hair tightly in his hand. He did keep one hand pressing down on your tummy, though, to hold you in place. And then, as your pussy finally relaxed enough to take about two-thirds of his cock, Rowan could, in fact, feel the head of his cock, poking into your tummy.

Fuck, that’s so hot, he moaned in his head. How is she so perfect? He started to rut into you a little faster, though he restrained himself from making you take more of his cock.

“Oh God -!” you choked out. “Rowan, you’re – my – my tummy – ah!”

“I know,” he groaned.

“It’s so hot inside me,” you whimpered.

“I know that, too,” Rowan whispered. He did, too, as he could feel the way you were burning up between your legs and even in your tummy. “You’re so warm…”

“It’s you,” you confessed. “It’s because of you that I’m – I’m – ah!”

Rowan leaned over and pressed his face against your soft breasts. “Sweetheart,” he moaned aloud, “you’re so good for me. So warm and soft and tight. Fuck, I should have never left you.”

“I didn’t want you to leave me,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Rowan murmured regretfully. “But I’m here now. Holding you. Kissing you. Inside of you.”

“K-Kiss me more,” you pleaded.

Wanting to reward you, Rowan leaned over and kissed you sweetly, even as he continued to move his hips against you. He wasn’t pounding into you or anything like that – he couldn’t, because of how much he was holding back. Still, he felt the way your pussy took his cock so well and how your warm, velvety walls continued to clench and throb on his cock, and every so often, Rowan would pause and grind against you a little, pushing his cock deeper into you, until the tip of his cock kissed your cervix for just a split second – and he would hear your gasp ring through the compartment – and he’d pull back and resume his taking you more gently again.

You were feeling pleasure, there was no doubt about that, Rowan thought, as you kept moaning into his mouth. “R-Rowan, mmm – mmm!” Your trembling hands were pressed hard against Rowan’s abs, though every so often, your hands would slip down and you’d rub your own little clit, until your legs were shivering uncontrollably.

Rowan took a moment to glance down, and he saw how pink and flushed your cute little cunt was, and he could even see the way your tight hole opened up to take his thick cock every time he moved his hips forward.

Damn it, look how cute that little cunt of hers is. I want her to take more of me. I want to feel all of me inside her. I know she can take it, too. She’s done it before. Without meaning to, Rowan suddenly thrust a little harder inside of your pussy.

“Ah!” you breathed out harshly.

“Fuck, sorry,” Rowan said quickly.

“N-No, it’s okay,” you reassured him. Just then, you felt his cock throb inside of you. “Ah… Does that mean – Are you close?” you huffed out.

“Depends,” Rowan replied. His eyes met yours. “Can I cum in you?”

“C-Cum in me? Cum in my p-pussy?”

“Yes. Cum in your pussy,” Rowan whispered. His jaw tightened, and he pushed his hips forward a bit more than before and he grinded against you for a long moment.

“A – A - Ah!” You only expected him to grind his cock inside of your pussy for a brief moment, as he had done throughout, but he kept going, kept pushing – and you were surprised, so your voice kept catching and catching, until you finally bleated out a high-pitched moan.

“Does that feel good, you little nymph?” Rowan whispered to you. “You’re crying out like you want me.”

You were entirely exhausted, so you could only blink up at him and nod tiredly.

“Yeah?” Rowan said softly. “Well, I tell you what, I want to fill you up with my cum, like before,” he confessed. “And besides that – uhn, fuck - ” he huffed out, “I don’t think your pussy’s gonna let me pull out unless I cum. You’re still so tight, baby.”

You couldn’t deny that. So, you acquiesced. “Yes,” you moaned. “Finish in me. Cum in me enough to soothe the burn… right here.” You put your hand on your tummy again.

Rowan breathed out harshly. Then, he growled out, “Good girl.” He meant to praise you softly, but hearing you ask him for a creampie deep enough to soothe your tummy riled up a powerful need in Rowan. He would never admit it, but at that moment, he would have given everything he had to be able to impregnate you. He wanted to cum so hard and heavy in you that your tummy was full of him and your cunt overflowed with him… Rowan shook his head quickly, erasing the thought from his mind.

Instead, getting up a little and placing his hands on either side of your head, Rowan compromised by simply thrusting a little harder.

“Mmm!” you moaned out. “So deep!”

Slap, slap, slap…! The sound of Rowan pushing his cock deep into your warm, wet cunt until your thighs met sounded out, filling up the small compartment with lustful sounds.

“I’m – almost – there,” Rowan panted. “F-Fuck, you’re – uhn – you’re g-getting tighter!”

Sure enough, a second later, you burst out, “Ah, I’m gonna cum!”

Rowan groaned, and grabbing your hips, he suddenly pushed you down hard on the seat, yanked your legs up, and then pushed the entire length of his cock inside of you at once.

“UHN!” you cried out. Then – “ah!” – a quick sob followed your loud cry. You felt a warm, gushing wave of cum fill up your little body all at once. Another sob left your lips. “Nngh – ah!” You couldn’t believe how deep Rowan was inside of you, or how much he was cumming inside of you.

“Baby!” Rowan choked out.

A still beat.

“Uhnnnn…!” Rowan’s head dropped back and he breathed out harshly as he came, with his cock fully sheathed inside of you.

You were panting heavily, as your head was now resting at a somewhat awkward angle on the seat, what with your knees by your head and all.

Just then, the conductor’s voice rang out, magically amplified in every train carriage: Arriving at the final station.

You gasped and started to untangle yourself from Rowan.

But Rowan quickly reached down and he gripped your hair tightly in his hand. “No,” he growled at you. “Don’t you dare look away. Look at me as I cum in you. Watch me as I cum inside your tight little pussy.”

You stared up at Rowan with wide eyes. Your head was spinning round and round as you tried to comprehend everything that was happening – that you were approaching the station and you were both totally naked, not to mention Rowan was fully inside of you; that suddenly, your knees were by your head and Rowan had given you such a deep creampie that your tummy felt very warm as you were filled with his cum; that Rowan’s pupils were blown wide with lust and his eyes were simultaneously the warmest and deepest you’d ever seen them; how you suddenly caught that there was still a spray of cinnamon freckles on your old friend’s face, which you’d missed when you looked at him the first time around, because of his distracting and intimidatingly built stature; or how the Fox’s song was ringing through you both, more a feeling than something you heard, and how it made you both shiver with an exciting but strange, silvery feeling running through your veins.

She’s looking at me like she did that time on the train, Rowan thought; his inner voice was soft when speaking about you.

“Uhn…” With a hazy moan, Rowan finally finished cumming in you. It had taken him so much effort to hold back for the majority of being with you - and then to rush like that, all at once, right at the end, had been such an intense effort. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but he also felt so tired.

Rowan slowly pulled your legs up, but before he set you down on the seat, he took a moment to stop and kiss your pussy. You held your breath and watched Rowan as he gently pressed his lips against you, as if to soothe you and also to keep his cum deep inside of you.

Rowan then set you down on the seat. “I’m glad to see that you’re you again,” he told you, speaking rather calmly (or so you thought) for someone who had just spent the last hour or so taking your pussy so intensely. “Are you going to be all right now? Are you still warm enough?”

“Yes,” you replied honestly. “How could I not be? When I’m full of you…” You sat up slowly and spread your legs. Both of you watched as Rowan’s cum slowly began to drip out of your pussy.

Rowan kneeled in front of you. Reaching out, he gently rubbed your pussy with his fingers.

You hesitated. What’s he doing? you wondered. “Um, are you… trying to keep your cum inside me?”

“I can’t say that I’d mind that idea,” Rowan replied. He seemed to blush a little, as his freckles suddenly stood out more against a pink backdrop, but you couldn’t be sure.

You reached for his shoulder, wanting him to turn his face back towards you, to see if he really was blushing or not. “Rowan - ”

“It’s nothing,” he said suddenly. “We have spells to take care of that sort of thing, so you don’t have to worry about it. I promise. I would never do something like that without your consent.” With that, Rowan pulled out his wand and he performed both clean-up and pregnancy prevention spells on you.

Afterwards, he gathered up all of your clothes and brought them over to you. Without saying anything, he helped you get dressed. He even fixed your panties for you, repairing the shreds and wiping it clean. He helped you to shimmy them back up your legs. He stopped to kiss your thigh once. Then, standing up, he quickly got dressed himself.

As the train finally came to a stop and the two of you stepped out, Rowan asked conversationally, “By the way, where are you taking me again?”

You gave him a mischievous look. “Well, well, wouldn’t you know it? I never said.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Remus sat in his empty office. Everything had been packed away, back into his shabby suitcases.

Flopping onto his desk, Remus crossed his arms and then buried his face against his arms. It was worth it for Severus to reveal my identity as a werewolf, if it meant that Sirius, who turned out to be innocent, got away. The important thing is that Sirius is alive and free, and Harry is safe.

And yet…

What I wouldn’t give to stay here at Hogwarts - where I have a clean bed to sleep in every night, where I know when my next meal will be, where I have value because of my intelligence and studies, where Dumbledore and Pomfrey aren’t disgusted by me every time they have to take care of me after the full moon, where Harry is…

But Remus recalled the flood of owls that had attacked his office window. Every single one of them bore letters demanding for his resignation. Most of the letters carried threats against him and Dumbledore as well, if Remus did not resign.

“How dare you allow yourself to go near my child?”

“You could turn my child into a monster like you!”

“Totally unsafe… Will be petitioning for Dumbledore’s immediate removal if you do not leave at once…”

When Remus learned that all of the staff and students now knew that he was a werewolf, the first person his thoughts flew to was you.

He didn’t see you in the Great Hall, the staff room, your classroom, or your office. Finally, about to drop with exhaustion from all of the running around he was doing, Remus staggered over to McGonagall.

“Where is she?” he croaked out. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

McGonagall looked at Remus pitifully. She knew immediately who he was referring to. “She’s gone. Off with Rowan Scamander.”

“Oh…”

At first, Remus slumped over with relief – relief that you didn’t know that he was a werewolf. Thank Merlin, thank Merlin, thank Merlin.

But then, McGonagall’s words replayed themselves in his mind: “Off with Rowan Scamander.”

Realizing what those words meant, or at least, what they implied, Remus slowly peeled himself off of McGonagall’s wall and walked back to his office to pen his own letter of resignation, to be effective immediately.

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December 2023 Reading Update!

Despite how busy November was, I finished a bunch of things (though there were two short novellas and a DNF in there, to be fair)! So there's a bunch of mini-reviews ahead, balanced by the fact that December is a quiet month for publishing, so I don't have anything big to highlight coming up.

So here's the Keep Reading break for the Long Post ahead!

November Mini-Reviews

The Forest Brims Over by Maru Ayase - 4 stars

Each of the chapters is told from a different perspective, circling inward to Rui herself at the end. There's a lot of examination over gender roles and iniquities, though it plays a little softball with the subject for my taste. I tend to prefer when women are allowed their full rage, and kinda feel some folks were let off the hook a little easy.

Lone Women by Victor LaValle - 5 stars

This was a wild ride; I understand why folks can't say too much about this one, because the journey takes many unexpected turns. What you can expect is for the chills to come from human sources at least as often as supernatural ones. I'm more interested than ever to pick up The Changeling from LaValle now, as I've heard it's incredible, too.

Fresh Dirt from the Grave by Giovanna Rivero - DNF

As much as I enjoyed the first couple stories, there were iffy things in the next two or three that put me off, particularly with portrayals of Indigenous folks and disability. Chose not to finish and to leave it unrated.

The Crane Husband by Kelly Barnhill - 4.5 stars

Heartbreaking. Hard to say much without revealing too much for this short novella. Just be warned it's a lot of parental neglect and abuse for the main character.

Feed Them Silence by Lee Mandelo - 3 stars

I could make a full post as long as this one about my thoughts on this little novella. I will say the main character's already a mess going in, and the time spent with the wolf is actually not a whole lot. I could see the points the book was making, but the execution wasn't quite there for some of them. The prose was good, and I'm still interested in their novel, Summer Sons, for now.

Current December Reads

Speaking Bones by Ken Liu

Almost halfway through! Just got through a battle that lasted 100 pages, due to interludes about the development of the technologies involved, and that's delightfully typical of this series. 😹

Loot by Tania James

Almost 1/3rd through. Pleasantly surprised by how much I'm enjoying this, so far. As a history nerd, I personally recommend looking up the situation in Mysore, India around the time of Tipu Sultan's reign for extra context and immersion.

Organ Meat by K-Ming Chang

Less than 50 pages in, but already noted down so many bits of prose I adore. This is absolutely not for everybody, both for sheer quantity of bodily fluids and functions mentioned, but also its shifting narrative style. So far chapters have been in first person POV, third person POV, and pure dialog written in a script-like format. Absolutely loving it.

Recent Acquisitions

The Lizard Prince and Other South American Stories

I forgot to mention I received my copy of this from Iron Circus Comics a couple months ago, after backing their crowdfunding for it last year! This completes their Cautionary Fables & Fairytales series, covering the stories of six continents!

Tomb Sweeping by Alexandra Chang

My pick from Book of the Month for December! It's an anthology of short fiction spanning the US and parts of Asia.

There's a lot to do this month for the holidays and preparations for the new year, so I'm not loading up my reading radar for now. If I finish Loot, I'll likely pick up my other giveaway win, Our Shadows Have Claws, so I can review it. If I finish Organ Meats, the next library read will depend on a few things, including how accessible my preferred branches are with holiday hours and inclement weather concerns 🙀

Until next time, look forward to my posts for my Favorite Reads of 2023 and Favorite New Music of 2023, which I'll migrate here in lieu of the traditional Twitter threads.

Thanks for reading, and happy holidays!

#long post #books #tbr #Kitty's Reading List #December 2023 tbr

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