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bikinizagel · 7 months ago

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I had this posted on my other account, but I like it enough that I decided to repost it here as well!

A while ago, I found an unfinished Sable Able/Tom Nook fic I began writing but abandoned (mostly because I was too busy to finish it). It’s an AU where Tom didn’t meet up with misfortune (or Redd... yet...) and actually succeeded at founding his business in the city. Of course, he still longs for the countryside, or at least for certain animals (👀), but his full intentions for returning out of the blue one day aren’t entirely clear.

This is the first draft of the first chapter (I cleaned it up a bit with a little editing, but it’s still pretty drafty, so sorry for any weirdness). If anyone’s interested, maybe I’ll post up the second one, too (or maybe even just finish the whole thing if people enjoy it?).

Dreams Before Money – Tom Nook/Sable Able: Chapter 1 🍃

(honestly that’s a working title lol does that sound dumb i think it’s dumb i might change it… anyway… please read on!)

“Yes, yes, welcome all, welcome all! I do hope you’re enjoying your shopping experience!”

Tom strutted down the wide corridor of his extravagant store, a spring in his step as he tipped his hat and waved to passersby. A few of them gasped when they met his gaze, almost dropping the items they were perusing in their surprise. There wasn’t a single frown to be seen on any of his customers’ faces, which made his heart skip a beat or two (maybe even three!).

It had been a success! He had finally done it! The pride brimming inside of him hadn’t gone away since the day his department store had opened a few months ago, located at a prime location right in the heart of the hustling, bustling city. Many animals had said it couldn’t be done, that he was a fool to believe he could ever open such an establishment. Ho ho! How wrong they had been! All of his determination and hard work had paid off. His dreams had come true, even bigger than he’d imagined, and he couldn’t be happier.

As he reached one of the grand lobbies of the department complex, he couldn’t help but tilt his head towards the ceiling and marvel at how beautiful the construction had turned out. Of course, he had been through this section many times before, but the white marble walls and golden gilded accents – not to mention the grand, glittering chandelier hanging above – were so striking that… well, he chuckled to himself, he was just so pleased that everything had turned out just the particular way he had planned it. It was almost like he was living inside of his own fairy tale, and here he was: king of this glorious castle, built entirely by his own design.

“Mom, Mom, over here!”

Tom turned around to where he had heard the voice. A young cat was excitedly jumping up and down as she pointed at an extravagant mountain of teddy bears on display. His staff was so very talented, he thought with pride. They could make the simplest products look so incredibly tempting.

The girl’s mother, in comparison, looked worse for the wear, pushing a stroller with a baby kitten sleeping inside. She sported an exasperated expression on her face, her ears dropped in exhaustion. Her eyes traveled almost immediately towards the price placard on the display.

“Oh, sweetheart, they’re very lovely,” she sighed. “But we came here for a new pair of school clothes for you. You don’t need any more toys.”

The little girl pouted as she looked back and forth from the bears to her mother, slumping her shoulders as she began to step away.

Well, well! Tom shook his head. This just simply wouldn’t do. He breezed over to the mother and her daughter and, plucking the object of her affections off of the table, he knelt down to the girl’s level and held it out to her.

“For you, young lady,” he smiled, “This fellow is on me.”

Her eyes widened as she grabbed the bear from him. She hugged it so tight that he swore the stuffing was about to pop from its seams.

“Oh, sir,” her mother began to protest, “That’s very generous of you, but we don’t–“

“Nonsense, nonsense, it’s quite all right. I only want my customers to be happy!” he chuckled, standing back up. He took out a green ticket from his suit’s inner breast pocket and handed it to her.

“Once you make your way to the children’s department, please, let my staff know that Tom Nook himself has given you a 50% off discount on any article of clothing you choose to buy.”

To say that the expression on her face changed dramatically would be an understatement as her jaw dropped.

“Th-the Tom Nook?!” she stammered, inadvertently wrinkling the ticket as she clutched it. “Why… why, you’re as generous as they say you are. Thank you so much!”

He nodded, and tipped his hat.

“No trouble at all! Have a good day, yes yes!”

An extra spring had been added to his step as he made his way back through the corridors of his store. This was how one should run a business, he thought to himself. For his whole life, he had ascribed to one motto only: dreams before money. One could have all of the riches in the world if they so wanted. They could bleed their customers dry and swindle them out of their hard earned savings just to get the money they coveted. But dreams? Dreams were priceless. His dream had come true in a very big way, so it only seemed fitting for him to grant the dreams of others in return. Besides, he couldn’t stand to see a frown on someone’s face. It just didn’t feel right. Some had chastised him for having such a generous spirit in the past, saying that others might one day take advantage of him for it, but he didn’t know about any other way to act. And so far, it hadn’t hurt him, so why should he act any other way?

Ah, yes, he sighed happily as he entered one of the executive elevators and made his way up to his office. His life was almost like a fairy tale. Almost. There was another reason why today was such a happy day for him: he was determined to change that “almost” into an “entirely.”

“Good afternoon Mr. Nook!” his secretary chirped as he exited the elevator, a clipboard in her wing as she followed him down the hallway. “All of the arrangements have been made and your limousine leaves in 15 minutes.”

“Excellent!” he beamed. “And my luggage?”

“It’s with Mr. Lyle at the north exit. That’s where they’ll be picking you up.”

“Wonderful! Absolutely splendid, thank you!”

His secretary laughed as they entered into his office, light pouring in from the large window overlooking the rest of the city.

“Well you’re certainly in a good mood!”

“Is there ever any reason not to be in one?” He made his way towards his office desk, circling around it. “I’ll make my way downstairs in a moment. I just need to get the rest of my affairs in order first.”

“Absolutely!” She began to leave, but poked her head back in after a moment. “Don’t forget to really enjoy that fresh country air while you’re gone. They say it does a body a lot of good!”

He chuckled as she left for the hallway, and began to stack some papers he had left on the top of his desk. Most of the matters that he needed to take care of before he left were complete, and he made a mental checklist of some of the essentials he had packed. Phone, wallet, watch, extra shirts, and had he remembered to bring a toothbrush? Of course, he was sure he had. He opened up one of the side drawers of his desk and rifled through some stray notepads and pens until he found the last item he needed. Quickly he replaced it with the last few discount vouchers he had had as he dropped it into the breast pocket of his suit… and paused. His heart began to pound in his chest, and he clenched his fists as he looked out the window at the streets below. He couldn’t help but smile.

This was happening. Another chapter of his life was being written, and he was more than sure that it would be the most splendid one yet.

🍃

The sun was beginning to set, and warm rays of pink and orange were beginning to shine through the windows on the clothing in the shop. A handful of customers still milled about as the hum of the sewing machine filled the room. Sable bit her lip as she finished the hemming on a periwinkle colored dress, pulling it from the sewing machine bed as she began to snip off the stray threads.

“Whoa, that is SUCH a pretty color!” exclaimed a white rabbit, her eyes shining as she checked out Sable’s newest creation. “I want it soooo bad, but I pretty much just blew all of my bells on shirts.”

Sable chuckled, smoothing out the fabric.

“This one won’t be done for a while, anyway,” she said, picking her scissors back up again. “I still need to add some lace to the hem and the sleeves, and a bow in the back, and–”

The rabbit gasped so sharply that Sable jumped, almost cutting the fabric of the dress in surprise.

“That. Is gonna look. So. CUTE! I hope I’m able to buy it once you’re done.“ She squirmed in place worriedly, a tiny sweatdrop forming on her forehead. “How many bells is it?”

Sable hesitated for a moment, holding the dress up as she considered its worth. “Well… hmm…”

“Two thousand!”

Mabel skipped next to her sister, beaming at the rabbit as she held out a small cloth bag.

“By the way, Ruby, you almost forgot to take everything you bought!”

“Ugh, I’m SUCH a space case lately. Thanks Mabel!” Ruby took the bag and rose her paw to her chin, considering the price of the dress. “Two thousand bells isn’t that bad, I guess.”

“Sable could always make another for you special later, if you weren’t able to buy it right away,” Mabel cheerfully offered. “Isn’t that right Sable?”

“Oh, yes, of course!” Sable nodded.

“That’s good to know. I hope I’m able to snatch it up before anybody else, people would be SO jealous of me!” Ruby laughed, and walked towards the exit as she waved. “See you later, girls!”

The two hedgehogs waved back. One by one the other customers in the shop began to leave, and when the last one had gone, Mabel hopped over to the front door and turned over the wooden sign in the window to read “CLOSED.”

“Phew! What a day.”

Sable let out a loud sigh, stretching as she stood from her sewing stool. It has been a particularly busy afternoon, and she had hardly taken a break from sewing. …well, who was she kidding, she thought. She rarely ever took a break!

She grabbed a pile of clothing from the back closet to restock the shelves with, handing a few to Mabel as they began to tidy up the shop together.

“Boy, it must have been quite a day if you forgot what day it even was,” Mabel grinned at her sister as she buttoned a shirt on a mannequin.

Sable turned from folding a stack of pants and eyed Mabel suspiciously.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know!” Mabel laughed as she finished buttoning. “Come on, you couldn’t have forgotten, right?”

Sable looked up at the ceiling in thought. Today was a Friday, which meant that there would be more customers during the weekend. Was there a festival going on in town that she had forgotten about? Ugh. Sable was so bad at remembering dates. She had even forgotten her own birthday a couple of times. Her mind was always so laser-focused on her sewing work that sometimes things tended to slip from it, no matter how important they were.

She was about to give up on guessing when she turned back to Mabel, who was sporting one of the toothiest grins she’d ever seen. Her sister began to giggle, and it suddenly dawned on Sable what day could possibly make Mabel so giddy.

“No!” she shouted, and abandoned her folding as she dashed up the stairs of the store to their home above. Mabel cackled, chasing after her as Sable fled to her bedroom and looked in the mirror.

“Ohhhhhh, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a week. I look like a wreck!” The rings beneath her eyes were way too dark, and her complexion was so pale from being cooped up in the store this summer. She threw off her work apron and ran to the closet, frantically trying to find a dress to wear that wasn’t too wrinkled.

Mabel sat herself on the corner of the bed, kicking her legs as she watched the entertainment playing before her.

“We even closed early today. I can’t believe you forgot!”

“I can’t believe it either!” Sable yelled from the closet. Finally, she emerged with a pink striped dress that she had begun half putting on, fumbling with the zipper on the back as she looked in the mirror.

“You know,” Mabel said as Sable fussed with her outfit, “Tom’s not going to care what you look like.”

Sable shot a look at Mabel.

“We haven’t seen him in a while,” she countered. “And I just want to look my best. Is that such a bad thing?”

All Mabel responded with was a sly smile. She jumped off the bed and wandered out of the room as Sable turned back to the mirror to fix her collar.

She began thinking about the last letter she had received from Tom. He’d told her that he’d be visiting the town later that month. It came as such a surprise to her that he’d even consider coming back, what with everything that was going on with him. He had apparently had lots of luck living in the city, and had opened up a giant multi-level department store that carried more products than she had ever thought possible to sell in one place. Tom had even sent photos of it as it was being built, and she had to admit that it looked incredibly elegant and luxurious.

But she was thrilled that he was visiting, even though he hadn’t told her how long he’d be staying. After he had left, she had prayed for him every single day, asking whoever was listening that he would be kept safe. She was very grateful that her prayers seemed to have been answered. Admittedly, she had missed him very much, and a small part of her was dismayed when he had finally told her of his store’s opening. Of course she was immensely proud of his achievements. What kind of friend would she be if she wasn’t? But so many people had been lost to her because of the city, she thought, a feeling of sadness beginning to creep up on her. She hadn’t wanted to lose her best friend as well.

…and that was something she was still worried about, despite everything. He seemed like the same old Tom in his letters, but almost three years had passed since they had last seen each other. Three years was certainly a long enough time for someone to change. She glanced at herself in the mirror and smoothed a stray quill back in place. Part of her hoped she hadn’t changed too much, or at least that he wouldn’t notice any drastic changes in her that she hadn’t paid attention to. In those three years they’d been apart, she had worked very hard to make her parent’s old store even more of a success, not to mention that she had single-handedly taken care of Mabel in the process. All of that work felt like it had taken such a toll on her, mentally and physically, and from the stories she had heard, the city was filled with tons of beautiful, glamorous animals. As she looked in the mirror, her reflection frowning back at herself, she felt far from glamorous.

“There’s a limo outside!”

“A limo?!”

Sable ran downstairs to find Mabel, but she had already left, the front door of the store swinging behind her. There was a limousine parked outside on the road across the way, and Mabel had run out to greet it. Sable peeked from behind the open door as she saw the limo driver rush out to open the passenger’s side. Her eyes narrowed: was Tom really coming back to a humble little town like this in such an ostentatious way?

“Mabel!”

Tom excitedly leapt out of the passenger door as he picked Mabel off of her feet and spun her around, the two of them laughing. Sable quickly hid herself behind the door. Her stomach dropped, and her heart began to pound a mile a minute – it was him! She was so nervous that she had to pause for a moment and take a deep breath. It’s okay, she thought. Tom’s your best friend. He’s not a stranger. You know him. He’s practically family, and he’s kind and sweet and…

“Where’s Sable?”

“She’s inside. I thought I heard her following me.”

Sable mustered up enough courage to emerge from behind the door, taking a step outside as she nervously strayed in the doorframe. Tom’s eyes met hers, and suddenly all of the feelings of her happiest moments with him came flooding back: playing games together in the forest, goofing off at all of the annual town festivals, watching the stars past midnight and sharing their dreams together… his eyes still sparkled like they did the day that he left to follow those dreams. Her heart felt like it was radiating happiness through every single inch of her body.

Before she knew it, he had ran up and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She threw her arms around him too and hugged him back, a laugh escaping her lips.

“Oh, Tom, I’m so glad you’re back!”

He couldn’t help but laugh too, and finally let go of her, looking into her eyes as he grinned.

“I’m glad I am, too.”

🍃

Tom had completely forgotten just how delicious the apples from his hometown were. They were so good in fact that he felt a little bit greedy as he wolfed down the slices that Sable had cut up for him. He couldn’t help it, though. It had been so long since he’d eaten one! Nostalgia swelled inside of him as the sweet but slightly sour taste of the fruit hit his tastebuds. Of course he had purchased many an apple in the city – he even had a cafe on the lower level of his store that prepared gourmet dishes using all varieties of fruit – but there was just something different about a freshly picked apple from a local tree compared to millions of wax covered ones picked days or weeks ago from farms far, far away.

The three newly reacquainted friends had spread out an impromptu picnic on the front lawn of the shop. They had all agreed that the summer weather was much too lovely to waste, so the girls had brought out a couple of containers of food and fresh fruit, and set up an electric lantern nearby for when it began to grow darker. Wispy streaks of clouds lit orange by the setting sun peeked from the leaves in the trees while, high above, the purple sky was only just allowing some of the stars to begin to shine. Even a number of fireflies were starting to make an appearance, the soft glow of their blinking lights slowly emerging from the woods and surrounding the house.

A slight breeze rustled through the trees as Tom took in a deep, refreshing sigh. It was so nice to be back home like this, surrounded by familiar sights, sounds, tastes… and surrounded by two of the animals he loved the most in the world, ones hadn’t seen in years. But strangely enough, despite the fact that he had been gone from them and from the town for so long, it kind of felt as if no time had passed at all.

“Sorry about all these leftovers,” Sable apologized, loading up a small plate with a mix of vegetables. “We’ve just been so busy that I had forgotten to make something special for when you arrived”

“Oh please, don’t worry. This is wonderful! I take it that the shop is doing well then?” Tom asked.

“We’re doing great!” Mabel exclaimed behind an open mouthful of potato salad. “We have tons of customers. You should see the size of some of the crowds that come in. Sable’s even been teaching me to sew so we can start making twice as many clothes!”

“Mabel, honey, chew,” Sable sighed.

“I am!”

Tom couldn’t help but laugh at their banter. Time may have felt like it hadn’t passed, but at least Mabel was there to remind him that it certainly had. She seemed to be getting even more outspoken since he saw her last. …goodness, she had only been 8 years old when he had gone to the city. She was so much taller now, but still just as much of a chatterbox as always.

And Sable… well, so far she seemed to be the same caring and hard working hedgehog he’d always known. Before he left, Tom was worried that things would seem weird between them after having only corresponded through letters for a few years. But from the moment he had hugged her, his worries had instantly melted away. Talking to her was as natural as anything. …of course, he thought as he took another apple slice, at first he was so taken aback by how much prettier she had become since he’s last seen her that he’d been afraid he wouldn’t even be able to move.

“So…” Sable began, pausing for a moment as she hovered her fork over her plate. “…I don’t think you said in your last letter how long you’d be visiting for.”

“Oh, about a week or so. Maybe a little longer.”

“Where are you staying?” Mabel asked.

“In a house not too far away from your shop. It was actually quite fortuitous,” he continued as he loaded his own plate with some of the potato salad Mabel had been enjoying. “The last owner had recently decided to leave town for a fresh start, so the place is furnished. I decided to rent it while I’m here.”

“Awwww!” Mabel stuck out her bottom lip and frowned. “You could have stayed with us!”

“I didn’t want to intrude,” Tom replied, shaking his head. “Besides, I have some business while I’m here in town, aside from the business of visiting the two of you, of course.”

“Hmm,” Sable wondered aloud, “And whatever could that business be?”

She pressed the tines of her fork to her lips thoughtfully as she looked off into the forest. He could have sworn she was looking in the direction of Town Hall. If that was the case, he thought, she might already be on to him. She knew him best, after all, better than himself sometimes.

Tom smirked, and gave her a wink.

“It’s a secret.”

He went back to eating his food, and for a moment she looked as though she was about to press him more about it. But she stopped, and continued eating as well, a smile slowly forming on her lips.

They continued their meal and their conversation, and it was filled with tons of laughter and fond memories. The girls gossiped about what had gone on in town while he had gone, and he in turn gave them gossip on how things were back in the city. He told them all about his adventures: reaching the city almost penniless, meeting new people who gave him information on what investments to get into, and his stroke of luck reaping the benefits of their advice after he had finished his third odd job in the city and almost lost all hope. They were all stories that he had written in his letters, but now he could see their reactions to it in real time. Sable seemed a little indifferent to his stories about city life, although Mabel listened to everything he had to say with rapt interest.

The sun finally set and the food disappeared. The three friends began cleaning up, bringing all of the dishes and picnic accessories back inside, and Tom helped out with some of the washing up in their kitchen.

“I suppose I should probably leave for tonight,” he said as he finished drying off one of the last plates.

“Do you need the lantern for your way back?” Sable asked as she took it from him and placed it back in the kitchen cupboard.

Tom considered it for a moment, and nodded. The three of them went back downstairs, and Sable grabbed the lantern she had left outside and handed it to him.

“Be careful, it can get a little hot,” she warned.

“Make sure to stay safe!” Mabel said. “We’ll see you tomorrow, right Tom?”

“Bright and early!” he confirmed as he started making his way down the front walkway. “Have a good night, ladies!”

He watched as Sable and Mabel waved to him from the doorframe, then turned back to begin down the road to his rented home for the week. What a great day, he thought to himself, and took in a huge, refreshing breath of air, sighing it out happily. Luck must have really been on his side with everything going so well already. Hopefully the rest of his time here would continue to go on just as—

“Oh, wait, Tom!”

He hadn’t even made it that far when Sable came running after him, and he turned to meet her as she finally caught up with him, huffing and puffing in exhaustion.

“I… I just…”

She hesitated for a moment, not saying anything as she continued breathing. He studied her and noticed that, even with just the glow of the lantern lighting her face, her cheeks were beginning to turn a little pink. Was it from running, or…? Suddenly he began to feel a twinge of nervousness, hoping he didn’t seem flustered to her in any way. It had been so long since he had hung out with Sable and her sister, but it had been even longer since he had spent any sort of time alone with her.

“…I just wanted to let you know that the lantern knob is a little finicky.” She took the lantern from him and pointed it out. “Sometimes it gets stuck and doesn’t turn off all the way.”

“Oh! Yes, yes, I see.” He fiddled with the knob a little bit before taking the lantern back from her. “I’ll be sure to not let the battery run down.”

She nodded, and hesitated again, twiddling her fingers together.

“And you… wouldn’t be meeting with Mayor Tortimer tomorrow, would you?”

He’d been right. She had been looking towards Town Hall earlier.

“Well, not tomorrow, but–“

She surprised him with a little gasp as she smiled, clasping her hands.

“So you’re thinking of meeting with him? Does it… would it have anything to do with your business?”

It was impressive how close to the truth she was getting, but how could she ever know what his plan really was? And what could he say? He had it in mind to tell her after the next few days, after they had finally got time to be alone together again, but he had to admit that now he really wanted to just tell her and be done with it.

Now it was his turn to hesitate as he felt his own cheeks reddening, fiddling with the lantern’s handle. He finally took one of her hands in his, and smiled softly.

“You know what I’ve always said: dreams before money, right? Well… I’m preparing for another dream, and that’s all I can really say right now. But I think it’s going to be wonderful, absolutely wonderful… for both of us.”

Her smile fell a little bit as she gave him a puzzled look, and he swore he could see the pink in her cheeks growing. It also felt like the gaze between them might become inescapable, and he knew he had to tear himself away. He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back before they both let go, even though he desperately didn’t want to.

“Have a good night, Sable.”

“…you too.”

#animal crossing #tom nook #sable able #mable able #tom nook x sable able #tom x sable #fanfic #oh wow i found this in my drafts... so i feel like i HAVE to post it now lol #anyway if you see this please let me know if you'd be interested in more... i might actually finish this one up!#🍃

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athetos · 1 year ago

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What I’ve been jamming 1/9-1/15: modern grind, punk veterans, and sluggish metal

Instead of doing 10 songs per week, I’m just going to do however many I can based off my schedule and what’s been occupying my mind. I’ll eventually cross-post these to my website once that’s up and running, but for now, here it is!

NOFX - the Decline: 18 minutes may not be an eyebrow-raising song length for a heavy metal band, but for a hardcore punk band that has had as many ups and downs as the world’s most neck-whipping roller coaster, it’s easy to be skeptical that it won’t outstay its welcome, as many believe NOFX itself has. However, this 1999 single is easily NOFX’s magnum opus, and considering the band have finally announced their impending breakup, it both has and will never be topped in the 25 years since. What keeps this jaded anthem from growing stale and repetitive? Fat Mike’s stellar bass lines, a lack of their typical crude humor, and varied tempos and instrumentation that while never goes anywhere completely unexpected, is interesting enough to keep you on your toes. So long, NOFX, and thanks for the Decline.

Gatecreeper - Emptiness: The second longest song on this list, clocking in at a perfectly reasonable 11 minutes, Emptiness is the best doom metal song I’ve ever heard, and it’s not even from a doom metal band. Gatecreeper, hailing from the arid deserts of Arizona, has a reputation as one of the best modern old school death metal bands, but they weren’t content to have mastery of just one genre under their belt. Their 2021 surprise EP, An Unexpected Reality, starts with seven songs of blisteringly fast metal that isn’t quite death, isn’t quite thrash, and isn’t quite grind, but is undeniably catchy and brutal. But it’s Emptiness, the final track, that blew me away three years ago, and still blows me away today. It’s a slow, crushing track that’s saturated with dread and despair, building ever upwards over thick breakdowns and submerged melodies until finally spilling over to glorious catharsis, then fading back into those dreadful depths. It’s powerful stuff, and would have easily have been my song of the year, if there wasn’t competition from the absolute mad geniuses in Archspire and First Fragment.

Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties - In Lieu of Flowers: This song just dropped Friday, and I can’t get enough of it. It’s their first song in a fair while, and Soupy once again proves he’s the undisputed master of writing painfully earnest, heartfelt songs about healing. While their music is ostensibly about the fictional Aaron West and his road to recovery, there’s no denying the truth that it’s grounded in. I was initially surprised, then immediately blown away by the song’s fusion of emo and americana. It’s a triumphant return for one of the scene’s most iconic side projects, and I can’t wait for the rest of the album, especially since the entire thing was recorded with a 16-piece band according to the post they made announcing it. While their music is sonically different from The Wonder Years, veering more into folk rock territory than the mature pop punk they’re famous for, it’s absolutely required listening for fans.

Moonlight Sorcery - To Withhold the Day: Moonlight Sorcery are a band I recently discovered from a “best of 2023” list via BrooklynVegan, and I’m so glad I discovered them. They’re a Finnish black metal band, but this isn’t the lo-fi or harsh sound you’re expecting. They’re easily the most melodic and symphonic black metal band I’ve heard, and they effortlessly blend the discordant, chilling textures of the genre with a dark, catchy, and triumphant atmosphere that at times almost has a power metal bent. Their lyrics bounce back and forth between English and Finnish, and while they of course have the misanthropic and mythological elements found in most bands of this nature, they’re a bit tamer, and a bit more fantastical. Truly a band to keep your eye on, and one I’d recommend for metalheads that don’t particularly like black metal, as it just might change your mind.

Slugdge - Crop Killer: It would be easy to write Slugdge off as just another substanceless gimmick band by looking at the song titles alone, like “Lettuce Prey,” “The Sound of Mucus”, and “Slimewave Zero.” But you’d be sorely mistaken, and missing out on one of the most underrated metal bands of all time. They chose the name Slugdge as a joke after seeing so many sludge metal bands being themed around animals, and created a slug god complete with mythology and lore that they write all their songs around. But don’t be fooled, these guys are anything but unserious. They write haunting and cinematic metal that borrows elements from sludge (obviously), death, black, and progressive metal, and have a sound that’s not quite like anything else out there. Crop Killer is one of their best, who sets the mood right from the beginning with a nauseating 15/8 time signature and a tapped bass riff that’s meant to be disorienting. The mix of clean and harsh vocals really elevates it as well, and makes them stand out from the pack.

Full of Hell, Nothing - Rose Tinted World: I’m pretty sure I talked about the Full of Hell and Nothing grindcore/shoegaze collab a week or so ago, but I just have to bring up this song. The first half is a wall of distortion and beautiful fuzz that’s both punishing and melodic, before the second half takes you to an entirely different place. Radio hosts and weather reports slightly overlap each other as static rises in the background, before enveloping the listener entirely in a muddy mess of screeches and ambient noise. Truly must be heard to be believed, and if I ever did shrooms, I’m absolutely listening to this song on them.

Green Day - One-Eyed Bastard: I haven’t listened to much Green Day in recent years; the last record I ever listened to in full was 21st Century Breakdown, which I purchased at Hot Topic when I was, what, 13? It wasn’t a bad album, and had some great moments, but it was a far cry from their punkier days with albums like Dookie and Nimrod, and didn’t have the same spark that American Idiot had that made it an instant classic of a rock opera. None of the singles released from Uno/Dos/Tres or whatever came after really appealed to me, and I no longer had any interest in paying attention to what they were doing now, especially when I could always listen to their old stuff whenever I wanted. But I’m keeping my eye on this next record, because the singles have been surprisingly listenable, and One-Eyed Bastard is my favorite of the lot. They’re definitely no longer the kids who pelted their audience with mud at Woodstock, at least not sonically, but there’s plenty of value here, with a catchy riff and all the charm and rebellious spirit I’ve been missing from them. Only time will tell if this album earns a proud spot among their legacy, but I’m oddly optimistic.

That’s it! If you have any recommendations for me, or want to chat music in general, send me an ask and lemme know what’s on your mind!

#ash.mp3 #music of the week #metal #pop punk #alternative rock #punk #black metal #doom metal #heavy metal #slugdge #aaron west and the roaring twenties #nofx #gatecreeper #full of hell #nothing band #moonlight sorcery #Green Day

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jasmariswonderland · 2 years ago

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How My Twst OCs Fared During Book 6

Hello everyone!

So I’ve been sitting on this post for a while and was planning to share it right before Book 7 drops in EN. That is until a friend of mine who only plays JP pointed out that EN will likely not get Book 7 until AFTER the Glorious Masquerade event.

With that in mind, here are some headcanons for how my ocs fared during the events of book 6. I’m only sharing headcannons for Crisanta, Iman, Danica, Sidonie and Vidaria since book 6 effected them the most. Note, some of these are LONG.

Crisanta was feeling sick on the day STYX infiltrated the school. Because of that, she decided not to attend that morning's board game club meeting and Ione decided to come in late so she could stay with her and make sure she was alright. When Ione returned to Heartslabyul a while later, she told Crisanta about what had happened and Crisanta decided it would be best for neither of them to leave their dorm until the chaos winded down and someone could locate the dorm leaders that were taken by the charrons.

“There are more important things to consider now. Please don’t worry about me.”

Though she wasn’t fully recovered, Crisanta takes it upon herself to help Cater and Trey maintain order at Heartslabyul as the latter became acting dorm leader during the crisis. She also helped to keep Ione calm as she worried what had happened to Riddle. They both were greatly relieved when he returned to NRC safely. And Crisanta was able to use some of her restoration magic to help return Riddle’s white hair to its original red color.

Iman was spending the morning with Vidaria and Heloise at Diasomnia when they received word about STYX infiltrating the school. She immediately went back to Scarabia where Kalim informed her about what happened, much to her horror. As Kalim went off to meet with the other teachers and dorm leaders, Iman helped maintain order in her dorm and when Kalim returned, acted as an unofficial vice dorm leader.

Had this crisis occurred earlier in the school year, Iman might not have taken this as seriously. But her experiences in books 4 and 5 have had a big hand in helping her wise up to the rest of the world outside her tiny circle. She was extremely worried for Jamil’s wellbeing but managed to keep her feelings in check so she could support Kalim as best as she could. Especially in the moments where Kalim really needed someone to confide in. Jamil’s absence hit him particularly hard, not just because he had no idea what had happened to him, but also because Kalim was beginning to realize just how much he depended on Jamil. The self introspection that began in book 5 continues on as Kalim is given more time to consider just how much Jamil has been forced to sacrifice for his sake. And his fear that Jamil’s disdain for him might very well be justified.

“I tried so hard to be mad. But the truth was, I was confused.”

Iman is also dealing with her own introspection as she finally has some time to really think about the events that led to Jamil’s overblot. The pressure and stress of VDC prep forced her to place most of these thoughts in the back of her head but now they have time to really develop. And for the first time in her life, she’s beginning to question the point of her and Kalim’s status. What is the point of the archaic hierarchy they live in if one of the effects is that it keeps people like Jamil down at the bottom even if she is on top. She doesn’t really talk to Kalim about these things but she tries to assure him that everything will go back to normal soon enough despite not being so sure herself. Or even if she wants things to go back to normal anyway.

Danica, Sidonie and Vidaria under the cut!

Danica was supposed to be present at the Ramshackle meeting but ended up not being there for…reasons. Yet despite her absence, it didn’t take her long to realize what happened at the meeting and when she found out that Vil was taken, she actually fainted. She was already somewhat aware of STYX due to the things Taima had told her about what Athena’s parents do for a living. Because of this knowledge, Danica decides to accompany Rook, Epel and Yuulan on their journey to the Isle of Woe.

Her reasoning being half concern for Epel and Yuulan (whom she doesn’t trust Rook to protect) and half a genuine fear she may never see Vil again. However she is anything but happy about this and is especially unhappy about having to be around Rook. She’s still upset about his lovebombing and refuses to speak to him, forcing Yuulan to become an intermediary between them. Things are made even worse/more awkward when Rook takes them to one of his family’s houses to use a transporter. They end up spending the night and the visit brings up some very bittersweet pre-book 5 memories for her. Rook does try to reconcile with Danica but she isn’t having any of it.

But it isn’t all bad as Yuulan is currently working through her own share of heartbreak regarding Malleus so she and Danica are able to bond some and become better friends. And when Rook is later critically injured by an attacking charron, she breaks that vow to herself and immediately expresses concern for his safety. The truth is, a part of Danica still does care about Rook and she cannot forget some of the genuinely kind things he’s done for her in the past even if she’s now questioning the motives behind it all. But even so, he still has a place in her heart even if she acknowledges that his fickle nature will only cause her pain if she loves him. With Yuulan’s further intervention, they are able to get on civil terms by the time they return to NRC and within a few weeks after that, they appear to be somewhat friends again.

But Danica’s reunion with Vil is an extremely emotional one and from the start there are signs that their relationship will take a much more positive turn once this is all over. He is extremely protective of her as they are fighting off the phantoms and titans and even puts himself between her and the monsters more than a few times. As a mage, Danica can be described as a glass cannon whereas her skills are very strong but her body and reserves are extremely fragile. At one point Danica is nearly knocked out cold and Vil forbids her from using any further magic until it’s time to deal with the Shroud brothers.

Danica assists in defeating the Shroud overblots and while she conceals the fact very well, she is horrified by Vil’s drastic change of appearance when he dives into the underworld. But she’s able to quickly set aside her horror when she sees how much Vil is suffering. On the journey back to NRC, Danica is Vil’s greatest (and only) source of comfort, singing for him and reminding him of his heroism. At one point she admits that she loves him, but only after he briefly drifts off to sleep.

“Heroes often have to sacrifice something important, but they’re often rewarded too. And I can’t think of a better reward for your bravery, Vil-san.”

From the start of the school year, Danica was always fearful of Malleus and like most students, kept her distance from him. But after seeing how he fixed the VDC stage and now restoring Vil’s beauty, her fear of him has slowly eased into reverence and amiability. Something that will prove useful in the future. But in the meantime, with Vil seeing the extent of Danica’s courage and kindness and Danica seeing the extent of Vil’s nobility, they are now closer than ever.

Sidonie has always questioned her place in Pomefiore and even in her sophomore year, still had moments of not feeling like she really belonged. After book 5, those feelings were stronger than ever for her due to VDC drama and it’s aftermath. Among other things, she took serious issue with how Vil and Rook mistreated Danica and on the morning of the crisis, tries to cheer her protégée up by taking her to Heartslabyul to collect roses. It was there that they found out about the charrons and immediately returned to their dorm. A while later, Rook made his decision to go to the Isle of Woe and to her shock, placed Sidonie in temporary charge of Pomefiore.

Now, it would be a lie to say that Sidonie hasn’t been secretly wishing for an opportunity like this, but never did she imagine that this would be the circumstances. Added with the fact that Danica and Epel decide to follow Rook to the Isle of Woe, Sidonie finds herself extremely distressed and also finds that she can’t really enjoy being dorm leader like she’d like to. Without their dorm leaders and with rumors swirling regarding why Vil was taken in the first place, Sidonie’s major task is maintaining order in Pomefiore. But even that is difficult since further info from NRC faculty is limited and the campus is under strict curfew. During this time, Farron acts as Sidonie’s unnamed vice dorm leader but her largest source of support/advice actually comes from someone not even in their dorm.

From the start of her freshman year, Sidonie has had something of a secret friendship with Heartslabyul junior Sinclair Halophor. He’s in the same club as her but Trey has always made it clear that he’s wary of the two getting to close to each other. But while Trey is kept busy maintaining order at Heartslabyul, Sidonie and Sinclair have time to become better acquainted with the latter offering useful advice on being an affective leader. As Heartslabyul’s former dorm leader, he has a lot of insight that he shares with her. With Sinclair’s help, Sidonie is able to help her dorm mates get through the crisis and through it, is reminded of why the Dark Mirror selected her for Pomefiore in the first place.

“I think I finally understand. The place where I belong, I was always there.”

Even when times were difficult, Sidonie’s passion has always been her strongest trait. Her passion, resourcefulness and desire to be helpful to her dorm mates. While some aspects of Pomefiore may come off as shallow to her, Sidonie has always strived to be an example of all the best aspects about her dorm. And when the crisis passes and her friends return to NRC, Vil see’s this too. At first he’s enraged to see Sidonie sitting on his throne and wearing the crown and longer robes of a dorm leader, until Rook explains to him that it was his idea that Sidonie be in charge of Pomefiore while he went to the Isle of Woe. Farron and the other Pomefiore students attest to Sidonie’s leadership skills and because Vil was very worried about what would happen to Pomefiore without leadership, once he calms down, he’s actually very pleased with her. So much so that he decides to reward her in the best way possible.

For the most part, Vidaria remained a spectator of the events of Book 6 from the safe distance of the Diasomnia dorm. She didn’t attend that morning's equestrian club meeting due to feeling depressed and Iman opted to keep her company as well as Heloise. The reason for her depression I’ll get to in a moment.

She finds out about the charrons when Silver and Sebek come and tell Malleus and Lilia. But because no one from Diasomnia was taken, this doesn’t really affect them. Iman rushes back to Scarabia and Lilia instructs Vidaria to remain at Diasomnia until more information is available. Soon enough school resumes though on a very limited basis. And even when classes are in session, there is a heavy air of uneasiness surrounding the classmates and faculty. But this uneasiness is nothing compared to what Vidaria was already feeling.

Although Vidaria has no deep feelings for Malleus, she has come to accept their impending marriage and has developed a baseline like and respect for him. So it’s more than a little shocking when in Book 5, she realized that Malleus has been sneaking off to Ramshackle dorm in the evenings and has developed a friendship with Yuulan. This realization is made more awkward when after the VDC, Vidaria accidentally eavesdrops on a conversation between Yuulan and Malleus. Where they discuss the latter’s betrothal and it’s heavily implied that Yuulan has developed deeper feelings for Malleus and vice versa, though Malleus never really considered the idea that he could actually be in love with the person he marries.

Vidaria is not exactly jealous of Yuulan per say, but she is very resentful of her. It goes unsaid that Vidaria has sacrificed a lot more for the sake of her betrothal while Malleus has sacrificed basically nothing. And because concubinage is an accepted norm in the Draconia court, Yuulan could theoretically continue to be in Malleus’ life if she never finds a way home. She could even, potentially, bear the next Draconia heir. And so Malleus will be able to experience the joy of true love without many serious obstacles, something Vidaria can only dream of.

Her resentment is worsened by the fact that she has fallen in love with another person and these feelings are very mutual even if they are secret. Unfortunately, for many reasons no less because he’s human, the mutual pining Vidaria and Silver have for each other is likely destined to end terribly. She knows this, and yet her heart can’t help but love him and she has loved him for a long time. And while he will never admit it aloud, Silver has developed feelings for Vidaria as well. On the night Malleus and Lilia visit the damaged Ramshackle dorm, Vidaria sneaks off on her own as well and Silver is tasked with finding her lest she fall prey to kidnapping again. When Silver does find her, he finds her sitting alone, gazing at the night sky with tears in her eyes.

They both notice the same stars in the sky as Malleus and Lilia and Silver suggests that they make wishes. However, Vidaria tells him there would be no point in wasting her breath because what she wishes for is something she knows she can never have. Silver then asks why she was crying when he found her but she retorts that she wasn’t. He knows this isn’t true but in a surprising moment, Vidaria asks Silver about the Thorn Fairy and if Silver thinks she was ever lonely, being so powerful and feared. Silver says he’s never really thought about it but he does remember one story where the Thorn Fairy apparently had a human lover. Vidaria has heard this story as well but also heard that their love ended tragically and wonders aloud if love between humans and fae can have a happy ending. Silver points our Sebek’s parents and then clumsily mentions that Malleus seems pretty attached to Yuulan.

This later statement upsets Vidaria and Silver immediately apologizes. Vidaria isn’t upset at Silver, but laments that as much as she admires the Thorn Fairy, she couldn’t be more unlike her if she tried. She’s not only powerless, but loveless as well. Silver can see how distressed Vidaria is becoming and immediately goes to comfort her since her magic can become unstable/destructive in a heightened emotional state. He embraces her and tells her that she is indeed powerful and that she represents hope for the fae nations that there might be a peaceful future free of war or bloodshed. He also tells her that there are many people who do love her.

“Yes, many people do love me, as Briar Valley’s future queen. Just not my future king.”

Silver doesn’t know how to respond to this, as every response he forms in his mind feels out of line to him. So he just continues holding her until she is calm, and promises her that no matter what happens, he will always be by her side and serve her to the best of his ability. Secretly, he wishes upon the stars that even if he’s not allowed to love her, that he can at least, always, see to it that she’s happy.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #OC: Crisanta #oc: iman #oc: danica #oc: sidonie #OC: Vidaria #twst book 6 #headcanons and things

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sabineelectricheart · 2 years ago

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He Has Done So Much [Pt. 1]

Summary: Rosalie Prewett is caught in the rain unexpectedly. Mr. Weasley, down the road, gives her shelter, but also makes overtures.

Rating: R - Content features heavy themes. Not suitable for most audiences. Consult warnings before proceeding.

Explicit depictions of non-consensual sexual activities. Non-explicit depictions of murder. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Words: 2614

Notes: This is going to be creepy. Creepy as fuck.

Rosalie Prewett has always considered Garreth Weasley to be a gentleman. A well-respected man in their community and a sought-after bachelor, it seemed as the years had been kind to the boy he had known back in school.

He has always been polite to her. Respectful, even if not exactly courteous, his face holding an easy smile and his tone is perfectly proper, neighbourly, as one address the widow of an old friend. He had the habit of opening doors for her and offering her a free drink at his tavern.

Non-alcoholic, naturally, as he could not be seen coercing anybody, nor could she be seen indulging in vices.

As her only son sets out to Hogwarts for his First Year, the woman finds herself with a wealth of time and little disposition to hang around the house with idle thoughts. Leander would always tease her about the things they would do when the new-born was finally shipped away to boarding school, and it hurts her heart to think that her deceased husband did not have the chance to even see him take his first step, taken by a poacher raid gone wrong.

So, Rosalie gets around doing the same thing she has done when she was young and lost. She started walking around the region, meeting people in the nearby villages and hamlets, trying to solve problems with her magic. Fortunately for her, there were problems aplenty, with a war raging on the continent and most Muggle men, and some wizards, off fighting in France.

It was one of these days when she had found herself stranded in a sudden lightning storm close to the Burrow. She had not thought for one moment there would be any danger in knocking on the door of the large and crooked house and asking if she may wait it out.

“Of course, you can.” Garreth had said, the very corners of his mouth turning up, his tone warm. “Stay the night, please. I could not forgive myself if something were to happen to you while traversing these roads. They will be waterlogged for days.”

It was rather late, past seven o’clock. He was serving dinner for one at his home, and even through the loneliness, he still managed to put a full table with plenty of food, as if he was waiting for visitors to come by,

Having found herself lulled into a false sense of security by the glorious weather when she had set out from Devon, she had no retinue with her and no provisions for anything longer than a meandering walk.

Her only resource was her wand, but she locked her Floo before leaving, as she intended to stop by her parents’ home in Scilly for a few days and did not want to take any risks for security. She would have to walk from the post office to her house on her way back, and under torrential storms, that is bound to be dangerous, even with magic.

In that situation, she had been only too happy to take up the offer. It had been a civil, polite affair. The owner and sole inhabitant of the house and his guest, warming themselves by the fire, polite questions about the wellbeing of her family and how her son was settling up in Scotland, a compliment on the way the colour of her clothing today, and her hair and her eye…

Of course, she knows that the man is not often prone to compliments, and perhaps she had preened a little at the sweet words from him. As the years passed and the loneliness set in, she had imagined what it would be like to be the betrothed and adored of the most eligible bachelor in Ottery St. Catchpole.

However, that was all it had been.

Imagination.

Rosalie did not mean for anything to ever happen between them, or even any other man. She had loved Leander and she was not yet open for another love in her life. It was only nice to still feel desired and appreciated, even at her advancing age.

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The heavy form on top of Rosalie now is most certainly not her imagination.

“You could not sleep either?” The owner of the house breathes against her ear, his weight pinning her down firmly into feather-soft mattress, heat radiating from him. “You were just so close. I couldn’t help myself.”

She had been shown to a comfortable guest room just down the hall from the quarters that Garreth himself commandeered as his own. A soft-speaking house elf showing her the adjoining bathroom, bobbing her a curtsey and telling her that she is an esteemed guest and to please feel free to use anything that she found in the room or to tug at the bell pull if she needed anything.

The little elf had even procured her a thin white cotton nightshirt from the clean laundry that just about fitted her, though she could not help but feel a little exposed in it. The origin of the piece of clothing was unknown, but she had thanked it effusively, knowing that Mr. Weasley certainly did not need to go to all of this trouble for her.

Rosalie wonders what the house elf would do, now, if she somehow shoved the master of the house off of her and managed to pull the bell to alert them to the need for assistance. Probably nothing, if it were to come at all, but any train of thought was worth pursuing in her current situation.

She could not sleep because the downy soft pillows beneath her head were too soft, the scent of cedar wood and apples that pervade the winery was too unfamiliar, the cotton against her bare thighs is too different to her own ordinary night things.

Garreth, she realises, must have thought that she has been waiting for him.

She makes a token attempt to struggle underneath his weight, her voice coming out a soft and reedy thing. “M-Mr. Weasley, I’m flattered, but…”

A hot mouth finds her jawline, trailing kisses from her ear to her throat. What felt like twenty fingers tug at the blanket covering her and through her body like spiders.

“You are so pretty.” He says, breathless. “I am sorry, I cannot help myself…”

Rosalie squeaks aloud as a big, bare hand lands on her thigh and slides up - searing heat from his scarred, calloused palm leaving what she is sure must be a visible trail. She struggles underneath him, fear suddenly feeling sharp and sour in her throat.

“D-Don’t!” She practically squeaks it out.

As she pleads, she begins to feel tears rise to her eyes as she realises fully how hopeless the situation is, as the feel of his fingers parting her legs reminds her of how much stronger he is than her, how far away from her hand her wand is, how much broader his shoulders are, how much more important he is in the grand scheme of all things.

“I have wanted you for years.” He says, though, as he does not respond to whatever she says, she supposes the only one who he expects to listen is also himself. “Y-You’ve driven me mad, I need you…”

She might be a fool, but she would never have guessed. Years? How many? Since when? Since her widowhood? Since the birth of her son? Since her wedding? Since Hogwarts?

The woman tries to think back to all of the other times that she has seen Garreth, she tries to remember if he had seemed particularly out of sorts, but her mind comes up blank. He has never seemed particularly sweet on her compared to anyone else, nor has he treated her in any different manner since they first met in Potions class. In fact, he had always been rather rakish, and has dated a lot all these years.

He has always been pleasant, has always talked her up, but still… He and Leander were very close when they were younger, so much so he had been best man at their wedding. There was nothing that she could point out that would remark such a thing, neither the crime he is about to commit, nor the justification that he is giving for it.

Rosalie does not know, of course, of the nights he has spent with a fist curled around his cock and his teeth digging into his pillow to the thought of how soft she would be beneath him, how lovely she would look all helpless and bare for him. She does not know of the hatred that he nurtured for his best friend ever since Fifth Year, and how hopeful and glad he was when the man finally died.

She does not have the faintest idea how, as his relatives passed one after another, as he grows increasingly alone in the world, sanity quickly erodes and obsession blooms.

“G-Garreth…” She pleads. “Please! W-We can court, I promise, we can g-go to the theatre, and on walks, just please d-don’t…”

She cries out again as Garreth grunts against her ear, as she feels him shift and feel the unmistakable heavy heat of something between his legs digging into her bare thigh. He is pulling up her shift, now. The blankets are pulled down, the air cloyingly warm as it hits her newly freed skin.

Does all air that swirls about him turn warm? Or is he simply particularly emotional right now? She does not like either thought.

“You are so pretty.” He repeats. “I cannot keep myself and wait.”

She makes another token attempt to struggle away beneath him. Her hips are wriggling, her mouth opening to cry out once more, her shoulders shaking from side to side as tears finally do spill down her cheeks.

The man stops her from screaming for help with a forceful kiss.

“Don’t. Do not do this.” He says against her lips, so vulnerably tender it makes her feel sick. “I love you.”

Rosalie wants to snap at him. She wants to tell him this is not love. If it were, she would not be struggling, she would not be fighting, would not be crying with her heart beating like a wounded animal. However, there is nothing she can say as he muffles her protests with his mouth, as his teeth tug at her bottom lip and his tongue slips into her mouth like a thief in the night and drinks her in.

Her hands are terribly ineffectual as she pushes at his broad shoulders. There is nothing she can do but lay beneath him and take it, even as one of his hands slides up her bare stomach and, suddenly, he is cupping her breast, fingers sliding over her nipple.

“So pretty.” He repeats, breaking the kiss, looking down at her with those clear blue eyes. “There is no need to cry, my love…”

“Stop it!” She tells him, brokenly.

Garreth, of course, does not stop. He does not even slowdown in a half-hearted acknowledgement of her exclamation. Instead, his brows simply draw in.

“I need you.” He repeats, as if this makes it moral, and then, horrifyingly, “Please, let me. I am sorry.”

Her throat is too dry to try screaming again, and nothing comes out of her mouth, not even a whisper of token protest, she is able to articulate. There was no-one in miles around the house, and the only other inhabitants were poltergeists and house elves who could do nothing for her.

She has heard something on the matter before. It is said that, when someone is truly terrified, they simply lose the ability to create sound. They try to scream, but no sound comes out.

That is almost how it feels for Rosalie. She is frozen as he dips his head down, as he lathes his hot tongue over her nipples until they are hard and peaking under his ministrations. She wants to scream, but nothing comes out except shallow gasps of breath.

“I am sorry.” He repeats.

It feels almost comic. Garreth, daring to feel sorry, even as her shirt has been pushed to her collarbones and her entire body is free to be drunk in by his adoring, sickeningly loving gaze. She grows terribly used to his apologies.

“Merlin, you are so beautiful.”

Her throat lets her emit a high-pitched whimper as he parts her thighs, as one of those hot, calloused hands slips between them, to tease at the seam between her legs. He never stops speaking, he never stops his barrage of apologies and declarations of love and statements to her beauty, and the sound becomes a background noise as her grip to reality falters.

It all has an oneiric quality. It is almost as if she was poisoned with a potion or plagued with a particularly vivid, yet decidedly surreal, nightmare.

“Please, I am sorry, please, you are so pretty, I need to feel you.” He is saying, as one of his fingers slips between the lips of her sex to tease at her clit. “I do not want to hurt you. I love you.”

Her hips squirm beneath him, trying to escape from the onslaught of his fingers over her pleasure point, but it is to no avail when his figure is so oppressively heavy on top of hers and her legs are spread apart with such strength. She sucks in a pained breath as one of his fingers slips inside of her, coaxing wetness from her quite against her will.

Garreth kisses her cheeks where the tears have wetted them. He murmurs more apologies in between heavy breaths that she knows are of arousal. His thumb rubs over her clit instead, as his lone finger pumps in and out, trying to make sure she is wet enough to take him. That feeling, that calloused thumb, the rhythm of his heavy breathing and the soft whispers of how beautiful she is, they all leave her feeling confused underneath him as a hundred thoughts and feelings and sensations all swirl around in her head.

At least it is not his mouth, she thinks, as his thumb continues to tease pleasurable sparks from her clit.

Rosalie does not know if she could handle looking down and seeing those crimson locks of hair between her thighs, deal with the thought of his tongue traversing the same plane that his fingers are.

Garreth is kissing across her neck, her collarbone, leaving a wet and messy trail behind him. It seems as if he wants her to enjoy it, somehow, but it only leaves her more disgusted with him, even if her senses tell her that he is an experienced and accomplished lover.

“You feel so good.” He mumbles. “You are so lovely, and you are mine, now. Just mine... You are all mine.”

Fingers curled just so, thumb rubbing at just the right angle with just the right pressure, and her orgasm sneaks up on her like a bandit ambush, as her hips thrust in surprise and she lets out a whimper of pleasure-confusion, not understanding how this could be happening and still feel so good.

“Yes, that’s right.” He breathes. “So good, so pretty... Ugh, I am sorry, I cannot hold it in any longer…”

He shifts whilst his fingers are still moving jerkily inside of her, little shivers of her retreating orgasm making her feel light-headed and confused. Something nudges between her thighs, slick and thick and hard.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” He breathes, one more time. “I cannot seem to help myself.”

With that, Garreth Weasley is gently forcing his cock inside of her wet, yielding body.

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prettylittlelyres · 2 years ago

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Hi buddy! Its Athena, I'm sending this out to all my mutuals - what got you into writing, what inspires you, who inspires you and what music inspires you to write? what do you love about writing?

Thank you so much for asking! I'm finally getting around to answering now, but I've had these questions in my head ever since they arrived in my inbox. I knew this was going to be a long post, so I've put it off until there's been a good time, which is today.

What got you into writing?

I learned to read when I was three, and we've always had a house full of books. Most of my collection is digital now, as I've moved house (internationally) too many times in the last ten years to keep a bedroom full of paperbacks, but books have been a huge part of my life.

It's hard to say what exactly got me into writing, because I don't really remember not writing... but I think my biggest inspirations have been Hilary McKay (author of the "Casson Family" books, and my namesake), Anna Godbersen (I love the "Luxe" series!), and the "My Story" series that Scholastic released (various authors, but I think Alison Prince and Valerie Wilding are my favourites!) in the early 2000s.

We had some Creative Writing lessons in primary school, with a teacher who then discouraged us from writing creatively (sheer peculiarity of that person), so I took up writing defiantly, and got good at hiding paper up my sleeve, in my pockets, in my socks, anywhere I could be sure it wouldn't be found. At one point, I was carrying around probably 5,000 words at a time! My friends used to help me break into the teacher's desk to get my confiscated work back, and I'm still so grateful to them for doing that.

Through secondary school, I kept writing for fun, and wrote several drafts of what has become "This Still Happens" during my GCSEs and A' Levels. I was lucky enough to take Creative Writing A2 with AQA before the government shut the course down, and I still use the techniques I learned from those extremely kind, encouraging teachers.

What inspires you to write?

My creativity always seems to kick in when I'm on the train. Whenever I travel, I take my phone with me, and if it's likely to be a long (more than 15 minutes, in my book) journey, I take along my Bluetooth keyboard as well. I bought it when I was seventeen, when I had some "treat" money leftover from my summer job, and I started taking it with me to Sixth Form that September. It was so much easier, not to have to lug my laptop around.

This was 2016, I think: the glorious days of LitLift, which was a bit like Scrivener, but web-browser based, and fizzled out in 2018, after about six months of patchy service. Luckily, I never kept anything exclusively on LitLift, so I didn't lose anything. There was one chapter of "This Still Happens" (in an earlier version) that I had to rewrite entirely, because LitLift lost it before I could back it up, but that was at least half my own fault, for not saving as I went! (No harm done in the long term, anyway. I completely rewrote the book the following year!)

Having my Bluetooth keyboard feels like a good compromise between a desktop/laptop computer and a typewriter. I can set my phone up at a distance, and make the font big enough to see from the other side of the room, and bang out a few pages of my story without much temptation to edit while I draft! As I say, it's so portable, and makes writing so much easier. I used to take it to work and write in the kitchen during my lunchbreaks, but, now that I work from home, I'm just as likely to use my laptop.

There is something very inspiring about graveyards, and I want to write a story set in one - in the vein of Brookwood or Highgate - one day. They're not spooky for me, just extremely beautiful and peaceful. And, of course, I take a lot of inspiration from real life. "This Still Happens" is inspired by my own experiences - not exactly mirrored in the book - and "Curls of Smoke" has a lot of roots in the time I spent in my local Gang Show. I wish I could dance like Florian and Rhiann can (though I'm content to wiggle in my swivel-chair)!

Who inspires you to write?

"Violins and Violets" character Katharina Schmidt is inspired by Maria Anna Mozart, older sister of Wolfgang Amadeus (who inspired Hans Schmidt). I learned about her when I was twelve, studying for my Grade 4 piano; "Allegro in F" from the "Nannerl Notenbuch" was on the syllabus, and I was immediately intrigued. For one, I just like the name Nannerl (how do you get that from Maria Anna? (not that my family's nicknames make any sense to outsiders)). Then, when I looked her up, I found out that she was probably just as good a composer as Wolfgang, but forbidden to make music because she was a woman?! What did the world lose when it shunned her? That's the question "Violins and Violets" asks, and tries to answer... and more to the point, "What might have been?"

"Vogeltje" as a whole novel was inspired by one conversation I had with a friend in a coffee shop one afternoon in 2017. We're both Disabled, in very similar ways, and we've always been frustrated by the prevailing idea that being Disabled makes us in some way tragic, or less deserving of the spotlight. So, I decided, I would write a novel where the main character was Disabled (in the same ways as we are!) and she does get the spotlight, and she does get to be the lead, and she does get to be sexy and attractive and have agency. I love drafting it - it's been on hold for ages now and I want to get back to it - because every time I do, I get to know Marianne Stafford a little bit better, and it's like I have yet another friend I can relate to.

What music inspires you to write?

I have lots of playlists for my writing, usually inspired by a character or a pairing, but sometimes serving as a soundtrack for the whole book.

I like to save pieces of Baroque music that remind me of "Violins and Violets", especially if they remind me of something the characters would compose, and for "This Still Happens", I have a playlist of all the songs I was listening to when I wrote it.

Over about seven long drafts, it's a long playlist, with music from when I was still at school! M83's "Midnight City" features heavily, and appears in the soundtrack for "Curls of Smoke" as well.

What do you love about writing?

The best bit has to be getting to decide what happens next. So little of life is in our control, but when we write stories, we have absolute say. We can make things happen just for fun, because we think it would be nise, or because, yes, it would be horrible if XYZ happened, but we can rewirte it and change it later on, if we want.

I'm a big fan of the 1999 film and 2016 series "Frequency" for the same reason; the characters get to decide what happens in their lives (but I don't like the consequences they suffer, so I'd rather be a writer than a "Frequency" character!).

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bmodiwrites · 3 years ago

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It Would Sure Do Me Good

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: I saw this post here & couldn't get the idea out of my head. Y'all, this thing practically wrote itself. Thanks to the OP for the idea! Word Count: ~11K Warnings: There's definitely some smut in here, but it's me writing, so that's not really a surprise. Other than that, there's not too much aside from some good old fashion zaddy kink! Summary:

Eddie never thought he'd be the kind of person randy for a word that could mean so little or so much depending on the situation. Yet, the second Steve Harrington calls himself daddy, Eddie's life is completely changed - for a while, Eddie can't decide if it's for better or for worse. Read to find out what happens when Eddie's control dwindles down each time Steve says that magical word again.

Or, 5 times Steve calls himself daddy and the 1 glorious time Eddie finally allows the word to roll off his own tongue.

There’d been several months between the incident at the hospital and the evening Eddie found himself in. The whole group was there, even Will, Jonathan, and Argyle. They were gathered around Dustin’s living room, doing nothing but being together as a unit. Since things with the Upside Down came to their conclusion, Eddie found it hard not to be surrounded by at least a couple of his makeshift family members. After he recovered and got his name cleared, Eddie opted out of everything but finishing school and finally getting away from Hawkins High. He worked hard and pushed until the silky smooth paper of his diploma was within his grasp. After burning his school shit and saying good riddance, Eddie joined Robin and Steve working at the video store. Most of the time, Eddie wasn’t seen without one of their little threesome from that point on. A lot of times, Steve and Eddie spent their evenings alone together, talking shit and happily working the late night shift. It was a slow torture that Eddie loved every second of.

Things were going well, at least well enough for Eddie to sleep through the night and forget about the burn of his crush for Steve a couple hours of the day. Though, plump lips and surprisingly strong biceps crept into his dreams more often than not, making even slumber an unsafe place for him to be. There was no escaping the yearning Eddie felt in every inch of his body. Especially not when Steve allowed the word ‘daddy’ to cross his lips.

Until that point in the hospital bed, Eddie hadn’t ever blinked an eye at the phrase. He was a young gay man that went to bars and knew enough things to be aware of the kink, though it hadn’t ever really appealed to him. Mostly twinks that liked to gravitate towards the older dudes enjoyed that sort of thing. Never in the handful of years Eddie worked out his sexuality did something like cross his mind. The weirdest part of it all was that Steve wasn’t older or bigger or even more powerful than Eddie. It wasn’t the connotation of the word but the weight in which it took on in Eddie’s body when it came out of Steve’s mouth that made it so sticky-sweet, so deliciously lust provoking. Eddie couldn’t help but wonder if Steve was some sort of Pavlovian switch for him, if anything that came out of that pretty mouth might make him feral and needy. The answers he found were too unsettling to contemplate, so he shut that train of thought down quickly. Instead, he mopped up the drool threatening to drip down his chin.

How a simple “because daddy said so, Henderson!” could turn Eddie to a bubbling pile of goo made zero sense, but he found himself there, anyway. His stomach tightened and the lofty weight of painkillers was nowhere in sight to excuse the muddled thoughts and red face. Eddie felt himself harden at a rate so embarrassing, it was hard to decipher whether the inappropriate boner or the way his mind was shattered to pieces was the worst thing happening at the moment. Despite wanting to trouble out the answer, Eddie didn’t waste any time bounding up from his seat on the couch. He fumbled out a lame excuse to all but run down the hall, out of the crowded room, away from the menace of a boy that made Eddie’s entire being go haywire.

Read the rest on AO3 here!

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #bobbie writes #it would sure do me good

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floralseokjin · 4 years ago

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⤑ made-up love song epilogue (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, romance, fluff, a final resolution, smut; oral (male receiving), penetration, got a lot spicier than i initially imagined, oc was feeling herself words; 6,503

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

author’s note; fun fact, I’ve never actually written an epilogue before, but it felt fitting this time around, to tie up all the loose(ish) ends and satisfyingly bring it to a close – she says as if she isn’t writing drabble upon drabble (and more) lol but you get what I mean. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading ~

“The rabbits!” Seokjin cried out of the blue, jumping to his feet.

Immediately you found yourself slumped into the sofa, having been leaning against him, cuddled up all morning. You sat up, confused as you looked at him. “What?”

His eyes were wide with panic. “I need to feed them! Arin will kill me if she finds out.”

“Relax,” you chuckled, taking a hand in yours to tug him back to you. He stepped between your legs but kept standing. “They won’t starve to death. When did you feed them last?”

“Last night,” he thought. “Just after I came home from work. Maybe 7.”

You checked his watch, seeing it was just gone eleven. “They’ll be fine for another half hour.” You stood up, tugging his hand again, but this time to lead him to the kitchen. “Come on, let’s take the stuff for brunch to your place.”

You’d stayed in bed for a while this morning, just happily holding and kissing one another, still buzzed and definitely still basking in that post-orgasm glow. When you’d finally managed to escape the warmth of your sheets, you’d showered together. Your bathroom was a lot smaller than his – obviously – and your shower bath was even tinier, but you made it work, until you didn’t, Seokjin nearly toppling out over the side while simultaneously nearly getting rolled up in the shower curtain. Of course that had given you the giggles, but you’d composed yourself, finishing up, getting dry and then getting dressed for the day. Luckily, Seokjin had some clothes at your place, so he didn’t have to recycle the ones he’d slept in last night.

You were treating this day like a Sunday, making the most of being lazy on the sofa before you inevitably had to go and cook brunch up.

He stopped in his tracks, making you turn back. “You sure?” He asked, pulling you to him, nuzzling his nose against your jaw as his arms wrapped around waist. “I wanted to stay here this weekend.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling, linking your hands around his neck as he placed a kiss behind your ear. “It doesn’t matter where we are as long as we’re together.”

He pulled back to see you, his plump lips already curved into a smile. “You speak such truth. I’m forever awestruck by you.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, but that didn’t stop you from stealing a small kiss.

Seokjin decided he wanted more, pressing kiss upon kiss to your lips with enjoyable hums. “I love you,” he declared causally after the last that lingered a little. Then he grinned. “How many time will I say that today before it gets annoying?”

You smiled fondly at him. “You could never be annoying.” You got the last kiss. “I love you.”

A lazy day was a lazy day regardless of the house. After Seokjin made sure the rabbits were happy, fed and had fresh water, you started brunch, eating it on the kitchen island as the rain continued, falling down against the tall windows. Any other day you would have found the weather depressing, but not today. Not when you were bursting with happiness and beautifully content. Besides, that just meant you had even more of a reason to do nothing, cuddled up on Seokjin’s large corner sofa as you picked up the series the both of you had started watching a couple of weeks ago.

At around 5pm you started toying with the idea of going out for dinner somewhere, but then you hadn’t brought along the right clothes and by now it was raining heavier than it had all day. The idea of putting on makeup made you feel even lazier, so you decided on takeout in the evening and a movie instead.

As Seokjin was arranging the containers and plates around the coffee table, ready to dig in, movie ready to go, you slipped out a question. There’d been something on your mind all day, nothing major of course, but still, you didn’t quite know how to bring it up.

“What time is Arin coming home tomorrow?”

“I’m unsure,” he replied, briefly looking over at you before he opened up the black bean noodles. “I need to text Nana.”

You nodded, opening you mouth to ask a follow up question, but hesitating last minute. He looked at you again, sensing your caution and raised a concerned eyebrow. You hated seeing him worried, so you rushed ahead. “Do you want me to go home beforehand?”

“No, of course not,” he exclaimed, before he furrowed his brow. “Unless you want to of course… If you feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t,” you were quick to reassure. You wanted to be there actually, if he was okay with it. “I was thinking her and I should clear the air.”

You could see Seokjin deep in thought for a brief second before he nodded, sitting back against the sofa to take your hand. “It won’t be like last time. I promise.”

Seokjin had already told you some of what he and Nana had spoken about Thursday evening, so you knew not to be worried about any potential conflict, but still, you didn’t want to blindside her. “We should probably check with her first though, right?”

“Okay,” he agreed. Giving you a smile, he squeezed your thigh. “I’ll call her after the movie.”

“Should I turn off the lamp?”

You nodded in reply, watching Seokjin lean over his side of the bed to flick the only form of light you had off. When he rolled onto his back, you immediately pounced, hooking a leg over his hip to settle yourself on top of him, your stomachs flush. It may have nearing 12am, but sleep was not the thing on your mind.

“Oh, hello,” he responded, happily surprised as his hands found your hips, nudging you closer.

“Hello,” you smiled, wasting no time with meeting your mouths.

You were a woman on a mission, knowing exactly what you wanted. Today had been lovely, and yes, you’d already had sex today, but when had that ever stopped you before? You were happy and in love and just couldn’t keep your hands (and lips) off of your boyfriend. On top of that, you were just in a great mood, full of positivity. Nana was fine with meeting tomorrow and that meant you could all clear the air and move forward. You’d finally get to see Arin again too, you’d missed her.

Things were perfect, if you did say so yourself, everything heading in the right direction, and right now you wanted to celebrate that. With Seokjin. In the best kind of way.

“I would have kept the light on if I knew we’d be kissing,” Seokjin murmured wetly against your lips, his tongue missing yours by a second as you started to trail your way down his chin, throat and then his chest, kissing over his pyjama shirt.

He felt you start to undo the buttons, his cock beginning to rouse expectantly which was highly amusing for you. As you exposed more and more of his chest your lips followed suit, kissing down his stomach, past his belly button to stop just above his pyjama pants, the tiny hairs that littered the skin tickling. You pulled the shirt open, working your way up again, Seokjin helpfully keeping your hair out of your eyes as he tried to hungrily watch you at work, the light of the moon shining through the gaps in the drapes casting enough light to be able to make you out.

He let out a shaky moan when you flicked the tip of your tongue against his right nipple, laughing at himself afterwards.

Back at his mouth, you didn’t stay too long before you sat up, straddling him.

“Where are you going?” He wailed, annoyed you didn’t want his kisses.

But it wasn’t that you didn’t want them, more like you wanted something else…

You moved downwards, covers collecting at the end of the bed as you slotted in between his eagerly opening legs, his hips bucking when you cupped his now fully erect (and trapped) member. You began to run your hand up and down it, a grin on your face as you looked up. “You’re so easy.”

Eyes having adjusted, you saw his grin was a little more bashful, eyes half lidded as he admired the view before him. “Only for you.”

Ever the flatterer, you had him inside the warmth of your mouth in no time. You weren’t shy by any means, especially now what with all the times you and Seokjin had been intimate, but there was something about being surrounded in near darkness that gave you a fresh surge of confidence. In the glow of the moon, you could make out Seokjin’s parted lips, his eyes piercing the ceiling, giving you a glorious view of his thick neck, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down slowly as his breathing got shallower, just enjoying the moment. He looked handsome as hell – mixed with that pyjama shirt pushed sinfully open, his toned chest and stomach on full display. For you.

Taking him deeper, you reached for him, running your hands up his stomach, feeling the firm ridges of muscle. He let out a deep moan, looking down to take your hands in his, eyes heavy with desire as he clasped them tight. You eased up a little, smiling around his cock before you started sucking the tip, caressing your tongue over him time and time again.

He lifted his hips up, eager for more and you wrestled one of your hands free from his to clasp it around the base of his dick, feeling how wet it was from your saliva as you slowly started jerking him off, placing small, wet kisses against his slit.

With the hand still on his torso, he slipped his fingers between yours, head relaxing back, eyes shut once he felt you softly begin to massage his balls, coating them in the spit that had dripped down onto them. You took him deeper again, picking up speed as you bobbed your head up and down. The sensation just about exploded his mind.

“Jesus, fuck, baby,” he gasped, free hand running through his hair and tugging at the roots. “If you keep that up I’ll cum.”

You found it cute how bad his voice trembled, pulling off to smirk. “And is that a bad thing?”

“Nope, it’s not bad,” he agreed, a little more himself now that you’d spared him for a few seconds. “I just thought we could do some other stuff too.”

“Some other stuff?” you laughed, lifting on your knees to crawl closer to him. You continued to massage his balls, feeling them tighten. “Like what?”

He took a shaky breath, rolling his hips into your touch. “Like…” He paused to groan. Now you were jerking him again, your thumb rolling small circles against his slit. “Sex.” He tried again. “I want to have sex with you.”

“You do?”

“I always want to have sex with you.”

And impatient now, his hands gripped your waist, tugging you to him. You squealed, fingers slipping from his cock to land on his chest, the movement sudden enough to make you think you were falling. He kissed you hastily, a soft growl in his throat as his palm grazed over your ass, fingertips playing with the frill detail of your shorts.

“I’d be inside you 24/7 if it was possible.”

“God, I want it to be possible so bad.” You practically lamented, his mouth on your neck now, licking strips up and down the sensitive skin.

He made another noise, cock twitching against your thigh. You felt impatient yourself now, hands finding the collars of his shirt to push it over his shoulders, needing to strip him. He lifted his back of the bed, letting you shimmy the item off before his hands grabbed at your vest, lifting it up over your head in no time. Your mouths met in a rush, his hands palming your breasts, making you moan out, nipples sensitive as he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger.

You went to move, wanting to get rid of his pants but he stopped you, fingers wrapping around your ribs.

“W-wait, wait, wait, wait,” he babbled, pulling you closer. “Let me taste them.” To explain further, he caressed a finger down your left breast, making you shudder. “Mine,” he whispered possessively and then you found yourself hovering over his face, his hands cupping the soft, sensitive flesh as he kissed and sucked them in turn.

You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, shorts uncomfortable as he swirled his tongue around and around your nipple, nipping it gently as he pulled away. “I love your body,” he breathed – hard. “I love you.”

“Mhmm,” you moaned deeply, watching him suck on the other boob now. Your fingers dug into the pillow, arms trembling with pleasure. “I love you, too.”

He made a noise of approval, finally letting you break free so you could get his pants down over his hips. His erection was so hard by now it almost stood poker straight, veins angrily visible even in the faint lighting. Pyjama pants below his knees, he eagerly kicked them off the rest of the way, watching as you peeled off your shorts. Both naked, he moaned as you straddled him, sliding up and down his cock teasingly, coating it in your arousal.

“Honey, please,” he pleaded. His voice shook. “Don’t tease. It’s not very nice.”

“You tease me all the time.”

He groaned weakly, unable to think of a comeback. You sat straighter, chest wet and shiny in the moonlight, his doing, and you knew he could see it too, his dark eyes watching you silently – hungrily. He looked so good, you couldn’t wait any longer. Wrapping your hand around him, you ambitiously went for it, pushing down and taking him whole. It surprised you both, groaning together as you caught your breaths.

Although, you didn’t give him much time to get used to the feeling of your warmth hugging him tight before you began to ride him hard and fast, bouncing up and down loudly before you stopped to swivel your hips. He could feel you everywhere, his eyes practically rolling back into his head as you continued your onslaught.

“Y/N…” He murmured, voice weak as he watched you begin to bounce on top of him again, his hands travelling up your thighs to land on your waist. “Y/N,” he tried again, unable to piece together a sentence. “Shit, keep going like that…mmfph, yeah, just like that…”

When you felt his fingers digging into your skin you wrapped your hands around his, pushing them away. “N-no touching,” you panted, feeling him lift his legs and fold them at the knee behind you, giving you something to lean back on.

“Seriously,” he asked, sounding annoyed, yet dreadfully turned on.

You smirked. “I want you to lay back and watch.”

He matched the curve of your lips. ‘Oh, I can do that no problem, honey.” He stubbornly kept his voice steady, thrusting inside of you once before he stilled his hips completely. “Could watch you ride me all night.”

On cue, he folded his arms behind his head, biceps bulging. The casual manner got you instantly hot, bouncing along his cock a couple more times before you leaned forward, changing the angle and in turn hopefully sending him crazy. You moved back and forth, griding all over him, your arousal soaking into his pubic hair. You were wetter than usual tonight, turning yourself on as you rode him, hearing the soft squelching where your bodies met, the pressure on your clit eliciting moan after moan.

You stared him straight in the eyes, noticing the way his jaw was clenched tight, a muscle twitching in his left cheek, but he continued to persevere, stubborn to the bone.

That was until he felt your breasts graze against him. His hips jerked up, moaning as he was unable to stop rolling into you, and you let him, let him fuck up into you, moaning softly.

He grunted. “Someone’s getting tired.”

You shook your head with a whine. You could be stubborn too. Sitting up, you attempted to bounce again but his hips were working too fast by now, his fists grabbing the pillow below his head to gain some momentum. You cried out as he thrust harder, Seokjin’s own noises of pleasure gasping out of him as if he’d been holding his breath.

“S-seokjin,” you panted, shakily holding onto his thighs.

He wasn’t relenting. If anything he fucked you harder. “Honey, just give up,” he said matter-of-factly, yet his voice was strained, veins in his neck visible.

Confidently he brought his hands to your hips, knowing you wouldn’t stop him now, too far gone. You let your eyes flutter closed, concentrating on how good his cock felt inside you. The beautifully crude sound of him pounding into you.

“Yeah?” He breathed. “Let me make you feel good now. It’s your turn…”

You nodded, moaning brokenly, and in the blink of an eye you found yourself on your back, Seokjin situated between your spread legs, finding home once again inside the warmth of your body.

You grasped his shoulders, making more noise as he rolled his hips into you, and hooked your legs around his waist, wanting him as deep as possible

“Uh-uh-uh,” he grinned, taking your hands off him. “No touching.”

You started complaining but then he pushed your hands above your head, holding your wrists tight with one hand. “Nghnn. Seokjin,” you moaned, feeling him start to fuck you with his entire weight. His back looked delectable and all you wanted to do was rake your fingernails down it but you couldn’t.

Although, being pinned down by him wasn’t such a terrible thing.

After a couple of minutes he pressed the elbow of the arm that had you imprisoned into the mattress, careful not to squash you as he brought the other hand between your legs, beginning to roll your swollen clit between his fingertips. Gasping, your legs fell back to the bed, circling your hips in time with his motions, wanting to cum now that he’d put the idea into your head.

He chuckled at your eagerness causing you to whine. “Why d-don’t you put those lips to good use?”

“Like this, baby?” He smirked, leaning his face in closer, mouth millimetres from yours, and you just about lunged, kissing him desperately.

He matched that urgency, at some point unable to keep your wrists in place and as soon as he let you go, you had your arms wrapped around him longingly. A groan tore from his throat, thrusts more determined as he continued to rub your clit, and you could feel your back begin to arch, toes curling into the sheets.

He could obviously feel you squeezing around him too, ripping himself away from your mouth with a moan of your name. “Y/N. Fuck.”

That’s all it took for you to crumble, face contorting with pleasure as you stared up at him, pulsing around him uncontrollably.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he cooed, removing his hand from between your legs as he pressed soft kisses to your mouth, your orgasm continuing to wash over you in waves. “Am I pretty when I cum?” He joked, but you were too far gone to snort, let alone reply.

He kept rolling into you, determined to keep your pleasure going for as long as possible, and you almost felt overwhelmed, back arching higher as you clung to him, a tear escaping out of one eye to run down the side of your face. He kissed it away, continuing to adore you, voice cracking, close himself now.

“You’re my pretty woman. So pretty.” He murmured against your lips and you kissed him hard, the last of orgasm rocking through your body. Holy shit, that was a powerful one. You felt lightheaded but couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling the effects as you squeezed and spasmed around him, and with one final thrust he stilled, beginning to spill inside of you.

You cupped his face quickly, hands trembling and pushed his head up, wanting to admire his face. His plump lips were parted and shiny, beads of sweat collecting along his hairline, gaze unfocused, eyelids heavy with the weight of his pleasure. He looked positively sinful.

You gave him a drunken smile, your own eyes barely open, and told him simply, “You’re pretty when you cum.”

You awoke just as Seokjin was rolling over, a muscular arm reaching for you, pulling your body into his warmth. It was still raining, even harder this morning, but you didn’t care, not when you were so cosy and in love. You were still both entirely naked, which Seokjin took full advantage of, hand cupping a breast – nothing sexual in it though, more like a comfort thing. You smiled, eyes still closed and cuddled in deeper.

“Where is he this morning?”

There was a brief silence as he tried to work out what you were asking, but soon enough he realised and laughed, sound cracked and raspy with sleep. “He’s tuckered out after last night.”

“Aw, diddums.”

A Sunday morning without a boner? Blasphemy. His morning woods were part of the package, so honestly it was quite surprising to not feel him hard between your butt cheeks.

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, making a sleepy sound, hugging you tighter to his body. “He just wants to stay in bed and cuddle this morning.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

You honestly couldn’t think of anything better.

Once you eventually dragged yourselves out of the warmth of Seokjin’s giant bed, the rest of the morning and early afternoon went by in the blink of an eye. You had just about enough time for a quick lunch before Arin was due back at 2pm, and even though you were ready to meet Nana this time, you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling a little nervous. It was only natural, you knew that, so you didn’t dwell on it too much, but as you heard the intercom start to ring in the entryway, signalling her arrival, your worry must have been written all over your face.

“Hey,” Seokjin said softly, calling you as you hovered by the doorway of the family room. When he saw he had your attention, he smiled warmly. “Everything’s fine.”

You gave him a reassuring smile of your own, watching him answer the call to Nana before he opened up the front door, waiting their arrival.

Arin came in full steam ahead, her little backpack on her shoulders, her carry-on hopping behind as she attempted to ram it over the step to get inside. Nana was only just getting out of the car, you could see her slightly from where you still stood in the doorway of the family room.

“Hello, Arin.” Seokjin greeted, amusement clear in his voice as he watched his daughter struggle. “Did you have a fun time?”

She was too busy huffing and puffing to reply and that’s when he finally took pity on her. He reached out his arm, “Let me take your case.”

“No!” She insisted. She was a determined little thing. “I can do–”

She never got to finish off her sentence because as she looked forward she caught sight of you smiling at her.

“Y/N!” She squealed, case (and dad) immediately forgotten as she ran towards you. You weren’t expecting the wave of emotion that hit you when she wrapped her arms around your middle, face in your stomach, but it was there, and it got you right in the gut. You hugged her back. “You’re here,” she beamed up happily.

“I am,” you grinned, swallowing back your wavering voice.

“I missed you. It’s been ages.”

You could always count on kids to be straightforward with their words. She was going to make you cry if she carried on like this. “I missed you too.”

“It’s only been a week, sweetie,” you heard Seokjin say.

Arin turned to him quickly. “It’s still a long time.” Then back at you. “I thought you’d never visit again.”

You felt your heart constrict, and unsure what to do you looked over at Seokjin, finding him equally as afflicted by his daughter’s confession. Teacher mode activated then. “No, no. I was just... busy with work, that’s all.”

You winced inwardly at your stupid excuse, not wanting to lie to her, but unable to really tell her the truth, especially at a time like this.

On cue, you heard Nana’s voice greeting you. “Hi, Y/N.”

You looked over to see her stood just behind Seokjin, a small smile on her face. She seemed a little nervous herself, which selfishly relaxed you.

“Nana,” you smiled back, “hi.”

Seokjin cleared his throat, taking a few steps towards his daughter and you. One look at him told you he was feeling the jitters too. This was brand new territory after all – for all of you.

“Arin, why don’t you take your backpack upstairs and I’ll tell you when mommy is going home so you can say goodbye?”

“Okay,” she agreed simply, pulling away from you to bound upstairs before she stopped abruptly. She turned back to Seokjin and ran forward with her arms forward. “Sorry, daddy. I forgot to hug you.”

He chuckled, bending down to kiss her head before he ruffled her hair. “That’s okay. Now, unpack your things. I’ll bring your case up later.”

She nodded, giving her mom a wave before her attention returned to you. “Will you still be here when I get back?”

“Of course,” you nodded, ignoring the fresh tug at your heartstrings.

“She really likes you,” Nana observed just as you lost sight of Arin going up the staircase.

You shook your head, chuckling as you replied modestly, “I don’t know about that.”

“She does,” she insisted, smiling afterwards. “It’s nice to see. I’m glad she’s happy with everything.”

You nodded, unsure what to respond with, but Seokjin saved the day. “Do you want something to drink?”

Nana shook her hand. “I’m okay, thanks. I won’t stay long. I don’t want to interrupt your afternoon.”

Seokjin gestured her to enter the room, then moved back to take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he brought you forward, wanting you to go next, putting the hand on the small of your back instead now. His touch calmed you.

“Sit,” he prompted Nana warmly, and she perched herself on the edge of the teal love seat.

“I like what you’ve done with the place by the way,” she said politely, looking around.

“You and me both know I just threw some new throw cushions down,” he laughed, attempting to ease the atmosphere.

Nana joined in just as you sat down on the far end of the sofa. Instead of taking the seat next to you, Seokjin perched himself on the armrest, loosely throwing his arm around the backrest, fingers grazing your shoulder.

Nana’s attention fell to you, her expression now serious. “Y/N, I want to apologise to you.” She began. “I was out of order last weekend. I was angry but that’s no excuse.”

“I appreciate it,” you replied, finding your bearings. “I understand it was a shock to find out about me.”

“It was, but I still acted embarrassingly.” She looked down at the floor, ashamed of herself. “To think that’s your first impression of me.”

She had said some terrible things, yes. Not only to you, but Seokjin too, but, Seokjin had also said plenty of cruel things back. You weren’t one to hold a grudge, especially if she was showing genuine remorse, which you believed to be the case.

“We can start anew if you like?” You offered with a small smile.

She visibly relaxed. “I’d like that.” Then she hesitated before deciding to carry on. “I meant what I said, it seems like Arin really likes you. I trust my daughter’s intuition.”

“She really does,” Seokjin agreed with a hum, rubbing your shoulder.

“She’s been talking about you over the weekend – not that I’ve been prying of course,” Nana was quick to clarify. “You’re good with her.” She looked you straight in the eyes. “Thank you for accepting my child.”

You weren’t used to having this much praise and attention thrown your way, you didn’t really know what to say, but that was alright, you didn’t think Nana was looking for an outright response. You understood how important this was for her. She needed to trust the woman that spent time with her daughter, just like Seokjin had grown to trust you. It was slightly more difficult for her considering she wouldn’t be spending a lot of time in your company, so all she really had to go off was Arin’s opinion on you. It meant a lot to know she had given you a chance. Last week you had been afraid that might not be the case.

You smiled gratefully. “She’s really special.”

“Yes, Y/N says she’s a talented storyteller,” Seokjin mentioned soon after, helping the conversation along as if he could sense that you felt awkward with all the attention cast on you. He knew you too well.

“Oh really?” Nana looked delighted, eyes on you as she waited for more information.

You nodded, complimenting Arin coming easy to you. “The stories she wrote while I was her teacher were amazing.”

“I have the copies somewhere if you want to read them yourself,” Seokjin offered.

“I’d love that,” she beamed. “Thank you, Seokjin.”

“No problem. I’ll find them this week.”

Nana’s gaze happened to fall to Seokjin’s hand still comfortably on your shoulder then, and her smile faltered. In its place appeared guilt. “Listen, I... I hope I didn’t come in between you both because of last weekend.” She turned to you. “I know mine and Jin’s relationship seems toxic and it was until a few days but I,” she paused to glance at Seokjin, “I really want to change that.”

“You know I do too,” he agreed.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, or have things tense between us. We both love Arin.” She caught your eyes. “We all love Arin, so that’s the most important thing.”

You looked down at your lap but nodded in agreement. Arin’s happiness was what mattered the most.

“It is,” Seokjin replied.

Nana smiled, satisfied, and stood up. “Okay, I should get going.” You both followed her, starting to walk towards the doorway.

“Um, I managed to get that Wednesday afternoon free,” she told Seokjin, “is it okay if I collect Arin from school and take her for something to eat?”

“Of course. I know this great pizza place she loves if you want the name.”

“She already told me about it,” Nana chuckled. “I think she was dropping hints, but directions would be great. Thanks, Jin.”

“No problem.” He stopped by the staircase, voice raising quite a lot to reach Arin in her bedroom. “Arin, your mom’s leaving. Come say bye, sweetie.”

In no time at all she was galloping down the stairs. “Will I see you Wednesday?” She asked her mom eagerly.

“You betcha! How does pizza sound?”

“Yay, thank you, mom!” She squealed, going in for a hug as Nana bent down.

“I’ll see you in a couple of days, okay, darling. I love you.”

“I love you more,” Arin murmured sweetly, kissing her mother’s cheek.

Nana kissed her back, chuckling. “Not possible, but okay.” Then she stood up, nodding to you and Seokjin with a small smile. “Bye both. I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“See you Wednesday,” Jin confirmed.

You spent the afternoon playing board games together, Seokjin finding a bunch of his old collection in the attic and you had fun teaching Arin how to play, although she didn’t quite grasp the full idea of monopoly yet, wanting to buy everything in sight regardless of if she had enough money or not… It was funny to say the least, even more so when Seokjin was unable to refuse her, loaning her money from the bank time and time again.

Where’s my special treatment, you’d teased quietly when Arin was distracted, secretly finding it adorable how much of a softie he was when it came to his daughter.

“You know I’d buy you anything you want,” he’d replied with a grin, unable to stop himself from stealing a quick kiss.

At around 6pm, you and Seokjin began preparing dinner for the three of you. Only you left him in charge for a little while when you followed after Arin who had gone to feed her rabbits, wanting time alone to talk with her. You hadn’t been able to stop feeling guilty about effectively lying to her earlier and after confiding in Seokjin about it while Arin was unpacking her suitcase, he’d suggested you speak to her about it. He agreed that honesty was the best policy from here on in (within reason, of course) and that she obviously understood something had been wrong last week else she wouldn’t have reacted the way she had when she’d seen you earlier this afternoon.

She was only getting older and that meant as much transparency as possible when she was personally involved in something. She was at that age where these things would stick with her. Although hopefully nothing like last week would ever happen again.

You stood by the doorway watching as she cooed and conversed with the Olive and Ariel at first, not wanting to interrupt. She was such a great little pet owner, making sure they were fed and watered enough, helping to clean their hutch, watching over them when they played outside. She adored them.

After a few moments she noticed you. “Oh, Y/N,” she smiled, “is dinner ready?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.” Stepping closer you joined her, watching the rabbits bound about. Seokjin had found the largest hutch imaginable. “Did you miss them?”

“Yes, but daddy has been feeding them well.”

You stifled a laugh, remembering Seokjin’s panic yesterday morning, but then crossed your arms, clearing your throat. “Hey, listen,” you began cautiously, feeling a little nervous. Arin looked up at you curiously. “Remember when I said I didn’t come over because I was busy with work?”

She paused to think and then nodded.

“I was lying actually, Arin.”

Her eyebrows pinched together. “How come?”

“Because… I didn’t want to worry you.”

She took some time to process what you were saying before she shrugged matter-of-factly. “I was still pretty worried last week anyway.”

You smiled sadly. “I know, and I’m sorry about that. Your dad and I…”

“Did you have an argument?” She was looking up at you curiously, finger playing with Olive and Ariel’s water bottle.

“Something like that,” you nodded. “It was more of a disagreement.”

“I thought so because daddy was sad all week.”

Her honesty stabbed at your heart.

“Were you sad too,” she asked.

“Very.”

“But you’re happy now?”

You smiled at her. “Yes, everything is all fine now. Me and your dad are happy.”

She looked happy herself at that piece of information, relaxing visibly, but then she asked a question that caught you off guard. “Do you know if daddy and my mom are happy too?”

“I think so.” You replied as vaguely as you could, not wanting to overstep the mark. But it didn’t feel right. You tried again. “I think things will be different from now on, Arin.”

“I hope so. I hate it when they argue.” She sounded sad, her gaze cast to the floor.

“I know. No one likes watching their parents fight.” you sympathised.

“What about you and my mom?” She asked suddenly, changing the subject a little. “Are you happy?”

“Yes, I think so.” You smiled at her. “I like your mom. She’s very pretty just like you.”

Arin beamed and then added, “You’re pretty too.”

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry,” she almost whispered, “I won’t use that word again.”

You were clueless for a moment, not understanding what she meant but then it hit you. She carried on.

“Not until we all decide. Mommy said I might call you that one day if you want me to.”

For the second time today you felt emotional, throat tight as you choked up suddenly. You composed yourself expertly though, taking a breath before you smiled and replied. “That’s right. There’s no rush for when we all decide.”

Arin nodded along happily and you took her hand.

“Should we go and check on daddy now? See if dinner’s ready?”

“I think so.” She agreed, her eyes rolling slightly. “Last week he set off the alarms because he burned my chicken nuggets.”

“Oh, gosh,” you said, soon spluttering out a laugh. Arin joined in. Seokjin had failed to tell you that (hilarious) piece of information. “Well then, let’s hurry.”

Seokjin was searching the pantry for something when you arrived back at the kitchen. “Hey,” he said, shooting a warm smile your way. “How’s my two favourite ladies?”

You looked down at Arin, wanting her to reply and she beamed at her father. “Happy.”

You nodded in agreement, catching Seokjin’s eyes as you shared a private moment, silently telling him everything was fine now. He shot you a playful wink then, closing the door. “That’s funny, because I’m happy too.”

You moved closer to him, collecting the messy ties of the apron he insisted on wearing whenever he was in the kitchen to retie them properly. “We were just checking in to see if the chef was burning dinner again…”

With a surprised huff, he turned to his daughter, eyes wide. “Kim Arin did you tell tales on me?”

Arin erupted into a fit of giggles, you and Seokjin joining in immediately. “Maybe…”

“It was an accident. Happens to the best of us,” he tried to defend.

“Sure, sure.”

Arin was greatly amused by your flippant response, but soon grew sympathetic towards her dad, stroking his elbow. “It’s okay, dad, I forgive you.”

“That’s very kind of you,” he laughed.

“Should I set the table?”

“And that’s very sweet of you,” he added, eyes shooting wide. “Thank you.”

You helped her get all the cutlery she needed and watched her leave for the dining room determinedly. But your attention soon got stolen away, pulled into Seokjin’s warmth as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You hooked yours around his middle.

“Okay?” He murmured, checking in as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You looked up at him, a smile on your face and gave his waist a squeeze.

“Okay.” You confirmed.

Everything was more than okay, actually.

Everything was perfect.

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

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l-antre-des-merveilles · 3 years ago

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An introduction to your author (aka yours truly) (yes, again)

Hello everyone !

Nothing new under the sun- I just decided, after much thoughts, that switching my main and secondary blog would be easier moving forward. The writeblog is now the main one, retitled L’antre des Merveilles for the occasion, and all the reblogs will be done on @swift-perseides !

I won’t be deleting all the reblogs that were already done here (24k posts, I’m not crazy-), but I will be deleting the posts already done on the sideblog to repost them here, no panic- and everything writeblr-related will continue here ! (People will finaly be able to send asks, yeheeee)

I will be handling all the modifications tonight, but in the meantime, enjoy the repost of my writer intro~!

XxX

Hello everyone!

About me:

I’m Maz, a trans man writer, who decided to finally jump the shark and share with other fellow writers and people in general the world I’ve created and wish to publish one day!

I mainly write fantasy stories filled with drama and angst before the happy ending (the joy of being a big softie who always NEEDS a happy ending AND a lover of whump), with magic oddly terrifying, focus on relationships (romance yes, but platonic, friendship, family, and more !) court intrigues, adventures, and families found in the most unlikely of places- all of that queer (in general, so long as I haven’t say it EXPLICITELY, just assume all my characters are queer :”D)

I have been on Tumblr for a while, but I’d love to meet new friends and people to discuss with here! ^u^

I’ll be posting wips, drabbles, maybe some longer texts, and probably lots of worldbuilding stuff (bc I love those too much lmao).

My ask box is ALWAYS open for asks of any kinds (questions on characters, in general, worldbuilding or other advice, etc- as long as everybody is respectful), tag games, ask-games, and any events that might happen in the writeblr community any day of the week ! Coming to talk about your OCs or work is okay as well too!

Probably important to note- English isn’t my main language, and with school kicking in I might not be active 24h/24 or everyday, but I’ll do my best!

My reblog blog: https://www.tumblr.com/swift-perseides

About my work :

- Breaking the Wheel- The Chronicles of Havren (coming-of-age series, queer main characters and representation, magic is a dangerous thing, found family, deals with hard topics such as abusive familes and abusive dynamics, cycle of abuse, torture, grief)

Did anybody ever wondered, in our beloved stories of worlds ravaged by epic wars between monstruous, terrifying beings against mighty and glorious heroes, what might be taking place away from the battlefield ?

On the continent of Havren, it’s what the latest generation of the 10 royal families of the realm are about to find out: their parents bound by the ancestral Serment of Ashaara to defeat the apocalyptic threat of the Veil, it’s to the faraway queendom of Litespes, reputed as the most secure land on the continent by its sovereign, that children and teens are send to grow up in complete safety- whether they want it or not, not a matter for them to decide.

King Consort, Princess, Knight and Healer respectively, Kazan, Aboaleyne, Becca and Llyr might have never set a foot on the battlefield, Life is far from having been kind to them either- to be honest, at the rate things are going, life isn’t going to last that long for them anyway before they let their souls destroyed by their own demons.

But what to make of it, when Fate throw the whole game upside down, and put those 4 adults, with nothing in common than parenthood, to meet...alongside the royal heirs, as lost, wounded and abandonned than them? Can adults and children let the past keep on carrying on their life, or will these years away from their realms give a far more greater solace to such uncanny group than any of them would have ever anticipated?

The end of an era is near for Havren- but the massive changes that will bring this new dawn might not come from the glorious deeds of our warriors monarchs like we’re all anticipating...

I suppose that’s it! I hope you all have a good day ! ouo/

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makeste · 4 years ago

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literally just another giant post of Bakugou faces.

so I did this last year, but I only got up to chapter 120 before I ran out of steam. happily, though, this left me with an additional 190 chapters’ worth of glorious gremlin faces to choose from for this year’s edition! which I figure I had better do, before tumblr finally pulls the plug on my poor sweet image limit.

so without further ado, happy birthday to Kacchan, and happy birthday to Kacchan’s asymmetrical HAH face where his eyes do the thing like ( ◣益◢).

why I like it: so this is from Kirishima’s flashback in chapter 133, where Kirishima was getting all down on himself because his quirk Only Does One Thing, and Kacchan was all “nah bro don’t worry about it because your One Thing is totally fucking rad, and you’re strong enough to withstand anything.” so that of course was incredibly sweet, and one of the few times we’ve seen him give an actual heartfelt pep talk without so much as a single insult thrown into the mix. but what really puts this scene over the top for me is the fact that you can see the ever-so-subtle hints of guilt and regret when he talks about All Might and Kamino. for just a moment, he gets this distant look in his eyes, and his expression turns soft and contemplative. basically this is a rare collector’s edition Kacchan face you will not find in many other places.

why I like it: because this frankly needs to happen in every damn fight until this kid finally gets it through his thick skull to ditch the mask so we can see every fantastic facial expression in full 4k glory. work with me here please Kacchan.

why I like it: because character growth!! this was our first big moment of post-DvK2 Kacchan development, and the payoff was well worth the wait. it only took him 166 chapters to realize that it’s hard to grow as a person if you’re determined to be a humongous dick to every single person you meet!! lmao, but it’s progress though.

why I like it: these two panels are criminally underrated. the way his face transforms when Deku gets the answer wrong dlkjfldk. this is easily one of the funniest subtle gags in the entire series.

why I like it: “hey Bakugou do you want to play in our band?” “fuck you, no.” “pretty please.” “fine, but I refuse to call it a band.” “well then what do you want to call it -- ” “MURDER.”

why I like it: GONNA MURDER EVERYONE BY PLAYING THE DRUMS!!!! SOMEHOW WE’VE SUCCESSFULLY COMPARTMENTALIZED THIS SCHOOL-SANCTIONED DISPLAY OF PERFORMING ARTS AS A DEATH MATCH. OH TO UNDERSTAND THE INNER WORKINGS OF THIS YOUNG MAN’S MIND.

why I like it: hah?! I love how he has to tilt his neck all the way back every single time he does this. he’s so cute I love him so much.

why I like it: somewhere around this point in the manga Kacchan decided to do away with being handsome and decided to just be a full-time gremlin in every single panel. this persisted for the next 90 chapters or so and he was very dedicated. I’m pretty sure he was going for vulgar and intimidating, but unfortunately for him he’s too inherently adorable and so the end result is just endearing and almost charming in its own way.

why I like it: this was from chapter 194 when Aizawa was announcing that they’d have a special guest for the Joint Training arc, and so Kacchan was all “BOY OH BOY A NEW ASS TO KICK.”

why I like it: more character development! and just look at that confidence! he’s fully recovered from his low point after Kamino and the provisional exam. he knows what he’s about now, and he is THRIVING. and once again you can see how his conviction inspires the people around him and makes them more determined. just, he is going to be such a good number one hero you guys.

why I like it: it’s the three little “!!!” lines hovering in the corner next to his head for me. “oh my god it’s All Might, All Might saw me being cool and Saving To Win and stuff, what’s he gonna say what do I do omg quick act natural.”

why I like it: QUICK HIDE YOUR FEELINGS!! WE CAN’T LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE. fjkdlsjklk

why I like it: this is his expression when he first sees Deku activate Blackwhip for the first time. it’s one of the few unguarded expressions of complete surprise that we’ve gotten from him and I love it thank you.

why I like it: classic asymmetrical HAH face. he truly has perfected this look. look at him, casually clinging to a pole for no reason other than to look dynamic. this boy truly cannot sit or stand or walk or do anything normally. he spent three months working his ass off to catch up to Deku and the others, and now that he finally has he’s filled with so much pent-up energy that he simply cannot hold it back anymore and he’s gotta climb a pole. he’s just gotta.

why I like it: because he is so fucking good at saving people now you guys, he’s like a whole-ass professional and shit, and yet it hasn’t changed who he is one single iota. he will save your life and he will SCREAM AT YOU WHILE DOING IT and you’ll sit there and be grateful goddammit.

why I like it: o noo he was caught unawares. All Might was all “I’m gonna have a dad moment and nobody can stop me” and he walked right up to him and put his hand on his head because he’s All Might and so what is he even gonna do about it. nothing, that’s what. you got played, Kacchan. outmaneuvered and outfoxed. all he can do is stand there and make that grumpy face he makes when he’s receiving unwanted affection (҂⌣̀_⌣́).

why I like it: more unwanted affection. now they’re even feeding him ffs. how could he let this happen. mm chicken.

why I like it: GREATEST ASYMETRICAL HAH?! FACE OF ALL TIME. out of all the people to befriend him against his will, Todoroki is by far the most confusing to him and it’s just so great.

why I like it: this is when Hawks is staring at him in chapter 244 because he fake-killed his mentor and stuff and he feels sorta guilty about it. but meanwhile Kacchan just thinks he’s trying to start some shit, and so he’s all “I WAS FASTER THAN YOU BACK THERE YOU KNOW” and Hawks is all “hahaha okay little buddy you just keep telling yourself that”, because as previously discussed Kacchan is too adorable to ever be intimidating.

why I like it: this is from 246 when he’s in the middle of arguing with Burnin’ and all of a sudden Endeavor calls to him and he’s just like o shit what’d I do.

why I like it: because Endeavor’s mentoring them and shit and he’s just casually sitting there eating his lunch like yeah. with his lil hamster cheeks lulz.

why I like it: the look that instantly became iconic. this panel cured me of the misconception that Bakugou “goes to bed at 8:30pm” Katsuki was a morning person. the truth is he loathes all times of the day equally.

why I like it: this one is a team effort because Deku’s faces are equally as good. I’m genuinely shocked that this family dinner with the Todorokis didn’t prematurely unlock Danger Sense. you can tell that he and Deku have a silent agreement to call a temporary truce on their rivalry for as long as they sit at this table as outsiders in this strange land. this is by far the most hazardous meal Bakugou has ever experienced, and yet the mapo tofu is too good to go to waste, so he’s just shoveling it down his throat trying to finish as much as possible before shit inevitably hits the fan.

why I like it: Kacchan is New Here so he doesn’t yet realize that if the Todorokis are spilling family secrets, there is always inevitably going to be someone listening in the shadows just outside the door.

why I like it: the battle with Ending was probably peak gremlin!Kacchan. like, we’ve had gremlin before and afterwards, but never quite to this same degree. Horikoshi really decided to push the limits of contorting this child’s face in the strangest ways.

why I like it: peak. gremlin.

why I like it: nothing to see here, just Kacchan quietly realizing after 252 chapters that he MIGHT have been just a BIT of a cartoonishly villainous asshole to Deku back at the beginning there ha ha ha oh god oh fuck.

why I like it: because he found the answer to What It Is That He Lacks, and he’s all cool and calm and infuriatingly secretive about it. it’s such a sudden and stark contrast to the gremlin faces he was making only moments earlier, and it makes this moment hit home that much more.

why I like it: because this is him being friends with Deku!! like for real though!! because he’s fucking around and insulting him and making weird faces and stuff, but it’s because in his mind That’s What Friends Do. they clown on each other and help each other train and shit. half an hour after this they’ll go down to the training gym and play Catch-A-Kacchan, and then he’ll quietly confess to All Might that he wants to atone. he may be a gremlin, but he’s a gremlin with layers goddammit.

why I like it: because this is right after TomurAFO shows up out of nowhere and scares the shit out of him and Deku and makes them see a terrifying death vision and stuff, and you can see how shaken up he is by it. he definitely understands how close they came to dying just then and he’s sobered the fuck up. this is the moment when it really sinks in that shit has gotten real. eight minutes from now he’ll move without thinking and save Deku’s life.

why I like it: hydro homies. nothing restores those electrolytes like good old Raquaius Sports Drink.

why I like it: because this panel was when it started to become clear that the real reason he grabbed this sports drink was to pretend like he was busy so he could act like he wasn’t interested in Deku’s training because god forbid the neighbors know that he actually cares.

why I like it: because the sideways glance!! and the fact that he doesn’t deny it!! in fact he does the opposite of denying it, and he basically starts pouring his heart out about how goddamn worried he actually is. he’s guilty and anxious and restless and this entire conversation is amazing.

why I like it: he looks so goddamn young here. when he finally stops scrunching up his face and putting on his usual tough guy act and for once allows his actual emotions to show on his face instead, the result is so damn striking. for once we got an entire conversation with no gremlin faces, because Horikoshi had to drop them completely in order to show just how serious he is here. which was incredibly effective btw.

why I like it: because he’s basically just fidgeting with the bottle now to avoid making eye contact with All Might because he just revealed a deep dark secret to him and he’s precariously vulnerable right now. that’s the body language of a kid who knows how badly he fucked up, and just wants to hear from someone else if it’s going to be okay, if he can still make it okay. he looks so small here.

why I like it: the worry lines under his eyes. the look of uncertainty and wanting to believe that what All Might says is true (“you’ll get a chance to talk eventually”). the hesitance to turn back and look at him, and the way he doesn’t dare until he finally gets that small bit of reassurance. All Might isn’t judging him. All Might understands him and understands where he’s coming from, and he’s giving him his blessing. he’s giving him a thumbs up and reassuring him that he sees the change in him and sees that he’s sincerely trying, and basically saying that he has faith that he and Deku will be able to work it out. and you can see that it means a lot.

why I like it: because this kid spent his entire internship with Jeanist doing nothing but bitching nonstop, and then later on when Jeanist went missing he was all tight-lipped about it because once again NOBODY CAN KNOW THAT WE CARE GODDAMMIT, and it was all very Classic Bakugou. but then Jeanist finally shows up again at Jakku, and we get this little moment of happy, smirky FUCK YEAH, I KNEW YOU WEREN’T DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and it’s just the best.

why I like it: HE’S SO UNABASHEDLY PROUD GOD BLESS HIM.

why I like it: because he nearly died and then he woke up here in the hospital two days later not knowing where anybody else is or whether they’re even still alive, and this, my friends. this is finally the moment. the moment where he was all FUCK IT, MAYBE WE CAN LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE AFTER ALL. character fucking development. you love to see it.

BONUS:

WHAT HAVE I BECOME, MY SWEETEST FRIEND. EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END.

happy birthday Katsuki. feel better sweetie. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER TREAT HIM RIGHT I AM COUNTING ON YOU.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bakugou meta #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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crollalanzaa · 3 years ago

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There’s a reason Martha Jones is my favourite Dr Who companion and it’s her parting scene where she talks about her friend being in love with a guy who doesn’t love her back and will never love her back, and Martha is talking about her friend in reference to the Doctor because she loves him and finds him extraordinary but he’s never going to feel like that about her. So, she has a choice to stay or leave and she chooses to leave saying something like ‘This is me saying goodbye’. She gives up her exciting TARDIS adventures and life with the doctor because as wonderful as it is, she needs to move forward with her life and avoid the ghastly crash of reality when the adrenaline leaves.

This is a roundabout way of saying that I believe I’ve written my last fic. I started writing fic around fourteen years ago and for a time it was the absolute pinnacle of my existence. Obsessive but also fulfilling, I’d finally found an outlet for my creativity and the frustration I felt with everything around me. It served me well and I honestly think it gave me a sense of worth not much else has (acting perhaps?)

But the fic crash after I post hasn’t changed and although I was able to push through that with more writing or the influx of kudos/comments etc, that has become so much harder in recent times.

(Behold the wangsty pity party starts below)

From first thought to actual posting, I spent two years on one fic. (Not the last one) Two years. Not that I thought about it every day, or spent as long writing but there was a process rumbling away and the fic was as near to the vision in my head as I could have got it. And it barely scraped double figures in kudos and hits. I did receive some lovely comments and I truly appreciate that, but I look at the two years and think, ‘wow, so not worth it!’

And there’s what I call my Hirugami moment where the realisation that no one will die if I give up, makes so much sense and the relief is immeasurable. But then again, Hirugami was an amazing middle blocker and I’m not in that league.

And other thoughts rumble in my head, because a few years ago, while I wasn’t a BNF by any means, there was a thrill of anticipation when I posted. Cake or Break was a wild ride, and Icarus was wilder. (I will absolutely never forget the Christmas Day when I posted a chapter which led to IwaOi reuniting - ahhhhh good times)

However most of that has gone, and even though the comments I can get are glorious, there’s a very real feeling at the back of my head and a thousand whispers telling me not that I’m a bad writer, but that I’m an unpopular. Not necessarily an unpopular writer - I’m probably too boring for that - but an unpopular person … and I’m finding that incredibly hard to face up to. Like, there are issues with friends in rl and issues with some ppl online and there comes a point where I’m either overthinking and that’s unhealthy or I accept that actually it’s a me problem and I’m the issue. Ah well, my dog loves me. (Ends pity party. Sorry for the wank but need to get off chest.)

My problem now is I have nothing to move onto. There is the possibility of more plays, but I’m one of many auditioning for a dearth of parts. So I think about going back to my old job, but have some health issues which mean my wrists are truly fucked and you have no idea how many times you need to use scissors, or paper knives, or pick up books in a school. They’d drop off after a week.

In the end, Martha Jones was a doctor, who then worked at UNIT and Torchwood.

In the end, Martha Jones is a fictional character and I’m not.

But I’m off the TARDIS for a while because as much as I love writing, it ain’t never loving me back but moves on without me.

Here’s my dog. I love her.

#writing #fic #Martha Jones #Hirugami

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Post Red Part ii {Viktor Krum x Reader Oneshot}

Sequel to : Post Red Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2385 Summary: When you go to Hogwarts to support your school in the Triwizard Tournament, an unfortunate familiar face makes an appearance. More than once.

Your first glimpse of Hogwarts was spectacular. The ship erupted above the water, and you were finally able to see where it was that you were going to be staying. The glorious castle managed to look beautiful, even through the foggy September morning. You looked towards Viktor, who was sitting beside you, leaning his head to try to look out of your window. “Can you believe this is going to be home for the next year? I’m so glad that my parents let me come with you rather than stay alone at Durmstrang,” You spoke to him in your home tongue. Though you would be having to get used to speaking English more and more regularly, with all of the English students. You looked out the window again, your heart leaping in your chest. This was almost as exciting as going to the World Cup had been.

“It is a little small,” Viktor said, arms crossed in front of him. His loyalty was obviously to Durmstrang, and its own towering peaks. But you were used to his gruff behavior and just ignored him, focusing instead on the sights that were around.

You had no plans of entering the Triwizard Tournament. You were just there as a part of reaching out to other schools, building a sense of community, making friends, trying to see things from another’s perspective. So you did not go in with the dramatics of the seventh year boys, but rather lingered and stepped in after the displays, making yourself at home at a table with a Snake motif. It’s not as if you and the others were going to be noticed once Viktor had come in at your headmaster’s side. All eyes were on him, and conversation immediately erupted upon seeing his face. That grouchy Viktor face.

He slipped in across from you as the Beauxbatons students came through, and immediately started to put food on his plate. There hadn’t been a wide variety of food available on the ship that brought you here, so you were starving, loading your own plate up high. But you paused when you saw that Viktor had. He was looking down the table with a glare in those dark eyes. “Is that-?” He questioned with a motion of his head.

You looked down in the direction that he was staring at and it became very apparent just whom he was glaring at. Draco Malfoy. How could you forget that name when he had drilled it into your head during the World Cup? You couldn’t forget that head of silver hair either. You wrinkled your nose and nodded a yes. It was. Viktor started to stand, but you reached out and grabbed hold of his arm, fork dropping onto the table with a clattering sound. It had happened just as the Headmaster of Hogwarts had paused in his speech, and many eyes went to you and to the Quidditch Star. Or at least the ones that weren’t there already. You smiled uneasily and took your hand off of Viktor’s arm. “Not here,” You muttered.

“He disrespected you, he deserves to be punished,” He said, still standing, still glaring, despite all of the attention on him. Draco, on the other end of the table, looked like he was about to jump out of his skin. It almost seemed worth letting Viktor go, to see that expression on his face when he would come hulking over. The young boy must have put two and two together. He recognized you, and that’s why there was that fear. “Y/N...”

The teachers were looking at you as well. Only Karkaroff would be able to understand what you were both saying, since it was still in your native tongue. He looked furious that you two were causing such a ruckus, and it made your cheeks redden in shame. “Please. Later.”

Viktor finally seemed to notice all of the eyes on him, still standing, fists down on the table. He held a hand up to excuse himself and sunk back down onto the bench. You let out a breath of relief, and Dumbledore continued on with his speech about unity. All Viktor was thinking about was uniting his fist with Draco Malfoy’s face, no doubt. While you focused on uniting this amazing food with your stomach.

Viktor had been chosen as Durmstrang’s Representative in the Triwizard Tournament. You were both proud and deeply worried about him, but promised that you would help him along every step of the way. The first task was dragons, as he had found out from Karkaroff. He was growing distracted with trying to figure out ways of defeating a dragon, fighting a dragon, winning over a dragon, that he had nearly forgotten about Draco Malfoy. But Draco Malfoy had not forgotten about you. How you had turned him down, humiliated him in front of his father and the Minister of Magic. And he managed to catch you alone as you were heading back to the Durmstrang dormitories after a study session in the library.

“No bodyguard to protect you this time,” He said with a smirk, pushing himself away from the wall that he had been leaning against. There was no reason for him to be in this hallway, so far as you knew. So this crazy kid must have been waiting for you. He made you feel extremely uncomfortable for the second time in months.

“I do not need a bodyguard,” You said, in slow and careful English. “I need to get to my room.”

“Let’s go then,” Draco said, standing beside you. “I’ll go with you. I’m still waiting on that apology.”

“An apology? I’m waiting on one too, from you. You have been a pest since the World Cup. I would hate to have to report you to Karkaroff.”

You could have sworn that he grew a little paler, not that you thought it was possible with how white his skin already was. That made you feel a little better. Your headmaster as an intimidating man. “You won’t be getting any apologies from me, when you have been the little tease-”

“You’re one to talk about little, fourth year,” You taunted, since clearly being polite, and being avoidant wasn’t working. So you had to make sure that he wanted nothing to do with you. “If you do not leave me alone, I will tell Viktor, and the rest of Durmstrang, and Karkaroff - and they will all believe me about the annoying gnat you are. And then the word will get to Beauxbatons. Do you really want those pretty ladies laughing at you? If not, then you better back off.”

Malfoy took three steps back and you let out a breath in satisfaction. You hurried forward, slipping into the shadows of the castles to make your way back to your dorm. Once you were safe in there, you decided to write a letter to Viktor and tell him what had happened. Malfoy seemed like the sort of boy who liked to retaliate, and you wanted to be prepared in case he got any ideas. Maybe you did have a bodyguard after all.

Viktor started going with you everywhere, even after he was chosen as the Durmstrang Champion. It really was almost like being at your own school, and things were normal. Viktor was the person in this world that you were closest to, even more so than your parents. Nobody from Durmstrang batted an eye when you say beside each other at meals, or went for jogs together or went to the library. There was some people from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons who wanted to know about your relationship with the handsome Quidditch star; Viktor always answered them by putting his arm around your shoulders and grunting. He wasn’t a man of very many words, this Viktor Krum.

Whenever Malfoy was around, Viktor went in full shark mode, like he had when you were taken to the bottom of the lake and he had to rescue you as one of the tasks. He snarled and bared his teeth at the boy, and you usually ended up having to drag him away before he would put the blonde in the hospital wing. You always told him that he wasn’t worth it, and that after Viktor would win the Tournament, they would go back to Bulgaria and would never have to think of that rat-faced bastard again.

English slang was really starting to rub off on you.

When the Yule Ball was announced, you thought that perhaps Viktor was going to ask the cute, brunette fourth year that was always in the library, but he hadn’t. He asked you. And you, of course, had said yes. Not only just because him being around you had scared off any other potential suitors, but because you knew you would be comfortable enough around him to actually dance and have fun. Just another day, but he would be letting loose in front of other people as well.

You dressed up. And so did he. Though he definitely looked good - most Quidditch Players did, it was in their fitness regiment, he looked especially great tonight. And by the smile on his face, you thought you must have made a pretty picture yourself.

“Are you prepared to dance, Mr. Krum?” You asked in your native tongue, slipping in beside him and walked towards the winter-wonderland that the Great Hall had turned into. You waved and smiled at your friends, none of them surprised at who you were with. In fact, bets had been taken for who was going to ask who. Very few people lost a few galleons that night. “Because I am so ready.”

The Ball was a blur of fun, punch and music. Your feet were sore from all of the dancing. As were Viktor’s, because he did most of his sport above the ground. You definitely wore out your dancing shoes, and would have to awkwardly tell your parents that you needed a new pair for formal events. Once you explained that it was because of Viktor, you were sure you would have no problem getting more.

But the ending of the night wasn’t as fun, and it was because of that Ferret, Malfoy. He was pushing every last button that you had, which meant that he was poking at Viktor’s as well. All it took was one smug comment to his friends about how you had been ‘all over him’, trying to get all cozy during the World Cup, and Viktor saw red. You hadn’t seen that kind of anger in him before.

He went straight after Malfoy the way that a bull went after a matador. Nose blowing smoke. If he had horns, Malfoy would have been pinned to the wall by them, without a doubt. But as it were, all Viktor had was his brute strength - he didn’t even think about magic. Straight in with a punch to that self-approving face. Malfoy went down like an under-inflated balloon, sinking under the weight of that hit. But that didn’t stop Viktor - and neither did the other fourth year Slytherins trying to have their friends back. You even got involved, trying to pull Viktor out of the developing dog-pile.

It didn’t take long for the chaparones to notice that there was a fight going on, and you were all torn apart from each other by magic. You were now against the wall, feeling like someone had just cast petrificus-totalis on you. Your eyes rolled to find Viktor, only to see that he was beside you, with a bruise developing over one eye. One of those boys must have got him good. You wished you could see how they had come out of the fight. Viktor was sure to have given out twice as good as he got.

“What is the meaning of this?” Professor McGonagall, one of the teachers here at Hogwarts, demanded to know. “A champion? Taking part in a physical altercation?” She looked between you and Viktor, and then to the three Slytherins.

“My fault,” You said, giving up on the struggle against the magic. “I - tripped - fell on boy - Viktor defend me.”

Your English was still a bit rough, but that seemed to be working in your favor. You didn’t have to use as many words if they thought you didn’t know them. But obviously you were going to jump in and lie so that Viktor wouldn’t get in trouble. This tournament meant as much to him, if not more, than Quidditch did. You weren’t going to let him get kicked out just because of some rat-faced boy.

“Well,” McGonagall said, fixing her robes. Your mood perked just a little. She wasn’t even going to ask for the boy’s side of the story? She barely even looked at him now, except to give a hard stare. “20 points from Slytherin.”

“But Professor-”

“And be thankful that it isn’t more!” She said, and with a wave of your wand you were all set free. “I suggest you spend your time on different sides of the Ball this evening.”

“We will, thank you,” You said with a nod, taking Viktor’s hand and pulling him to the left side of the room. “You need to learn how to control your temper, or you might get kicked out of the tournament. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking he needed to shut up,” Viktor said. All of the good mood had been sucked out of the both of you by the encounter.

“I hope he learned his lesson,” You said. “I hate liars. It should be obvious I would never be all over someone like him.”

“Good,” Viktor said. “He makes me see red.”

“Makes me mad too,” You nodded. “But let’s not think about him, and enjoy the dance. Shall we?”

Viktor nodded and took your hand, bringing you back out to the dance floor to dance those emotions away, and forget that anyone else - especially a boy named Draco Malfoy - ever entered into your lives.

#Viktor Krum #Viktor Krum x reader #Viktor Krum oneshot #Harry Potter #Harry Potter oneshot #request #oneshot #one shot #x reader #viktork

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madslorian · 4 years ago

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weekly fic recs!

More recommendations! Everybody seems to love the very first one I posted, which is amazing!!! Everything I have recommended can be found on my {fic rec masterlist}.

Here are all the amazing writers I have included in this weeks recs:

@forever-rogue

@gryffindorwriter

@autumnleaves1991-blog

@dindjarindiaries

@frannyzooey

@opheliaelysia

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

@winchesterxxi

@pedros-mustache

@pedro-pascal-love

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⊱{Frankie “Catfish” Morales}⊰

"WE'RE JUST FRIENDS." "FRIENDS DON'T DO THIS TYPE OF SHIT." BY FOREVER-ROGUE

Reader and Frankie have been friends for many years and it's finally come to the point where emotions are taking over and you can't sit there and act like you're just friends anymore.

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⊱{Agent Whiskey / Jack Daniels}⊰

“I TRUSTED YOU." / "I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM WITHOUT YOU." BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

Takes place during Whiskey's final scene of the movie, but reader has some words to say to him that talk him down

TRUST BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

After the reader and Whiskey have a few drinks together before Whiskey's next mission, they share a quick kiss. When Whiskey is shot the next day, there's only one thing that reader can think of to restore his memory

MEMORY BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

Reader loses her memory when she gets shot and despite the agency's efforts to recover them, they seem to be lost for good much to Whiskey's dismay. So he replicates their first date again

MISCOMMUNICATION BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

Ginger tells Whiskey that reader has been shot and killed on a mission, the pain of losing yet another love begins to settle in when suddenly you're stumbling through the agency doors injured

SCREW TRADITION BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

It's the reader and Whiskey's wedding day and reader is having a panic attack before the ceremony. Jack doesn't give it a second thought before he's rushing through the doors to help alieve all the stress and emotions

REGRETS BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

After a mission goes wrong and Whiskey and reader are facing impending death, they miraculously survive and Whiskey is intrigued when the reader mentions not wanting to have died with regrets

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME." / "H-HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?" BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

Reader confides in Ginger when a pregnancy test comes back positive, and stresses over Jack not wanting kids after what happened with his first wife and their child

*SLEEPY SEX BY AUTUMNLEAVES1991

NSFW! Reader and Whiskey admit to the sexual tension between them one night during a mission, and as you can assume, smut ensues!

“[CHOKED UP] I THOUGHT I LOST YOU." / “[CHOKED UP] I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE YOU AGAIN" BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

Reader is out shopping at a store when Jack sees on the news there was a shooting there, and he immediately rushes to find you with fears of what happened to his high school sweetheart flooding his mind

“WHO ATE ALL THE ADVENT CALENDAR CHOCOLATES?!" BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

Reader confronts Whiskey about the empty advent calendar only four days into December, and he sends you on a wild goose chase to distract you. Overall the cutest fluff ever!

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? IT'S NOT SAFE OUT THERE!" BY GRYFFINDORWRITER

Reader and Whiskey get into an argument after reader spends more time at work recently. He changes his attitude pretty quickly when you turn to walk out into the cold night

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⊱{Javier Peña}⊰

"WE'RE JUST FRIENDS." "FRIENDS DON'T DO THIS TYPE OF SHIT." BY AUTUMNLEAVES1991

Okay, think Frankie's version of this prompt (if you read it!)... but a complete 180º. This has a lot of angst and it just makes me realize how much poor Javier needs a hug, desperately.

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⊱{Din Djarin}⊰

SNACK TIME BY DINDJARINDIARIES

Day 6 of Mandoctober by this author. Absolute fluff between Din and Grogu where dad!Din has to teach Grogu to not play with his food

RAZOR CREST BY DINDJARINDIARIES

Day 7 of Mandoctober by the author. As Din grows closer with the reader, the term home is something he begins to feel properly identifies what the Razor Crest is for the three of you

AD'IKA BY DINDJARINDIARIES

Day 10 of Mandoctober by the author. This follows Din's usage of the word Ad'ika, or little one, towards Grogu and how the child responds to it

COZY IN THE COCKPIT BY DINDJARINDIARIES

Reader is badly injured when the Razor Crest takes a beating, and in order to save you from hypothermia, Din locks the three of you in the cockpit and cleans up your wounds while Grogu attempts to help too

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⊱{Marcus Pike}⊰

THE RISING SUN BY PEDROS-MUSTACHE

A short story about the reader suffering from depression and anxiety, but has Marcus by their side to face it all. A someone who has been in a (scarily) similar situation to this, it was so comforting hearing the things I both needed to hear and wish I would have heard from my previous s/o

"IF YOU THROW THAT SNOWBALL, THAT MEANS WAR" BY AUTUMNLEAVES1991

This is absolutely, 100%, pure fluff. Reader and Marcus are having a fun snow day with their two kids and I melted reading this

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⊱{Dave York}⊰

*WELL, THIS IS AWKWARD (SERIES) BY PEDRO-PASCAL-LOVE

NSFW! This story awoke something in me... a new interest in Dave x Nanny stories. It follows the events of Equalizer 2, just with the reader added into the plot

(ALSO I AM SO EXCITED THE AUTHOR IS CONTINUING THIS STORY... Y'ALL NEED TO GIVE IT A SHOT!!!)

*DAVE YORK X NANNY DRABBLES/ASKS BY FRANNYZOOEY

NSFW! I found this shortly after finishing Well, This Is Awkward and I love it. These are all drabbles/asks the reader has gotten about certain situations regarding Dave and the Nanny!Reader. It's all the right amount of spice in all the right places

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⊱{Ezra}⊰

*AKRASIA BY OPHELIAELYSIA

NSFW! Reader and Ezra are locked down in their ship before being able to dock and part ways. With sexual tension building, there is only so much time left to do something about it

HOLD ON TO THESE WORDS BY OPHELIAELYSIA

Reader struggles with insomnia and late-night anxieties, meaning Erza never finds himself waking up beside you. However, one night he wakes to you lost in your own mind and comforts you

WILDFLOWER BY OPHELIAELYSIA

Reader is exploring nature one morning before Ezra wakes up and is greeted with the sight of beautiful flowers, which remind you of your lover in the sweetest ways possible

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⊱{Pero Tovar}⊰

*CLANDESTINE BY PEDROS-MUSTACHE

NSFW! Reader and Pero cross paths when Pero is hired for protection in your kingdom before the King arrives for a festival. Lots of small glances and hidden love-making in the dark shadows make for something sweet yet forbidden

*LIKE THOSE FOREIGN STARS BY PEDROS-MUSTACHE

NSFW! Reader and Pero are married, but for most of your marriage, he has been off selling his sword. When he is gone for much longer than originally intended on one job, his arrival back home calls for a passionate reunion on the kitchen table, and the floor, and the bed...

*RAISE YOUR HAND TO ME AGAIN AND I'LL CUT YOUR HEART OUT MYSELF BY ITHINKHESGAYBUTWESAVEDMUFASA

NSFW! WARNING: SUGGESTED DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/SPANKING DISCIPLINE, I felt like that was needed before recommending it.

Disclaimer: This is a glorious Outlander AU, but I think it can be read without any knowledge of the show. Reader and Pero are married due to a deal to keep you safe as you travel with him and the other men, and when you step out of line he is expected to reprimand you as your husband. Pero ends up having a change of heart as to what being a husband means to the two of you

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⊱{Poe Dameron}⊰

MARRIED TO A SKYWALKER BY WINCHESTERXXI

Adorable headcanons about how life would be if reader was a Skywalker/Solo kid and how interactions would be with Leia and Han

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⊱{Oberyn Martell}⊰

DORNISH DELIGHTS (Part 1) (Part 2) BY AUTUMNLEAVES1991

A modern AU where Oberyn owns and runs a shop called Dornish Delights and reader has quickly become one of his favorite customers. There's a strong sense of comfort when picturing this shop and I desperately wish I could go there and be loved by Oberyn like this

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⊱{Marcus Moreno}⊰

FIDDLE BY PEDROS-MUSTACHE

An adorable fic about reader fiddling with Marcus' wedding ring beginning on their honeymoon. After ten years reader is worried he is annoyed by it, but all is well in the end

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⊱{Max Phillips}⊰

WITH CHERRIES ON TOP (SERIES) BY ITHINKHESGAYBUTWESAVEDMUFASA

I am still actively reading this and am only a couple of chapters in, BUT IT'S A PROPOSAL AU! Brief rundown if you don't know the movie, WITHOUT giving anything major away; The boss is getting deported and creates a fake engagement with the assistant! It's really fun to see this plot with Max plugged into it

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