#(pry them from my cold dead hands. you won't!!)

[voidfell]

Okay but, Timmy was supposed to lose his memories of his faeries but he just. Doesn't. Because fairy magic can't interfere with true love, and Timmy Cosmo Wanda and Poof Peri love each other so, so much that's true love baby. But Timmy's good at playing stupid because he is and just pretended to lose his memories. He just has to be super extra careful about it, but he still get's to visit with his fairy family, though he see's Peri more then he see's Cosmo and Wanda since they went on their vacation. You KNOW Timmy was the first person to know about Peri's name change and his choice to become a Godparent.

[regulusrules]

We're TRENDINGG for no REASONN just like god DECREEDD, so here are 5 fics that would steal your breath away:

1. My breaths are run by your compass by regulusrules. [M] [75K] [post-camlann fix-it] [golden age but merlin stabs arthur in his heart first].

Not because it's my fic and it's genuinely so insane you won't believe it, but honestly, it's the best idea I've ever come up with, even better than the widely beloved my heart is readily yours. For me, it's the perfect continuation of their story, and the most unhinged plot twist you could find in a fic.

2. Half of my soul by @clockwrkpendrxgon. [G] [2K] [MCD] [golden age growing old together]

This fic is half of my soul, or what the poets say. It's so much better as an ending than what they've given us. At least this is filled with such golden love it makes you ache. At least this makes sense.

3. from hearth and ashes, we’re reborn by @remuscariad. [G] [5K] [canon era magic reveal].

This fic is so good you'll be on your knees from it. The prose, the characterization, the tropes used... it will linger in your mind and fester there from how beautiful it all is. And the art in it by @onepeppercorn... stunning.

4. Our broken pieces by @aramblingjay. [T] [10K] [canon era established relationship]

You can pry this fic from my cold dead hands. I will never stop recommending it until it gets the fame it deserves. One of the most beautiful fics ever written about them, and genuinely encompasses their characters so perfectly.

5. gentle as an early spring breeze by @prattery. [G] [2.5K] [canon divergence golden age]

They are alive and in love and we're all living in this fic because it's what they righteously deserved. The way their life was written here and the love between them... I swear this author could write anything and I'd kudos it before even reading it.

[For more recs]

[m-for-now]

Wait why is this such a mood-

every so often hoyoverse releases a lovable little short guy with immense familial trauma and i have a new main for a few weeks

[starkspondwater]

Could you write headcanons about main 5 s/o meeting they'r families? If you don't want to write for all of them, could you at least write for Kyle? Pretty please?🥺

I can indeed! I actually think about this a lot. I didn't put in every hc I have because this would be...long. But I wrote the big ones along with a few general family hc's!

Kyle!

💚 Meeting Kyle's parents would be probably the most anxiety inducing thing I think.

💚 Sheila loves her sons to pieces, and I hc her as being the kind of mom that doesn't think anyone is good enough for her kids

💚 That being said, I think once she sees how enamored Kyle is, she'd soften up quite a bit.

💚 Ask her about her cooking and I think every preconceived notion she'd have of you would go out the window.

💚 Ike would be a little shit let's be honest. He's going to make dumb little comments to his brother to embarrass the hell out of him. Gerald gets a kick out of that so he's no help

💚 I don't see Gerald as being super involved in his kids relationships. He'd be nice I think, but the man seems like he's got other things on his mind than what his kids are doing in their personal lives. Out of him and Sheila, he's the one that's going to let you guys get away with going out past curfew and keeping the bedroom door closed.

Stan!

💙I don't see Stan as being excited to introduce his s/o to his family, but knows it needs to happen. Probably puts it off for a while

💙Sharon is going to be a typical mom, friendly and asking all sorts of questions. I also see her as the type to always mention to Stan that he can invite you over for dinners or out to eat with them

💙Randy. Randy, Randy, Randy. Main reason Stan doesn't want to introduce you two is because Randy has no filter. Man will say whatever comes to mind, no matter how much it embarrasses Stan. He will ask some sort of inappropriate question that will have Sharon pulling him out of the room by the ear.

💙Shelly has no issue making fun of her brother and will do so when it comes to you. If you're a girl I do see her as not minding having you around, barging into Stan's room to "borrow" you for a little girl time. This does happen the first time you come over, and it sets a precedent.

💙Expect Randy to explain the process of growing weed to you a million times. You will get tegridy merch and if you wear it out and about and he hears about it, you will be his favorite out of his children. Despite that he will never fully remember your name.

Cartman!

❤️Eric could not give less of a shit about introducing you to his mom

❤️A part of me thinks deep down he actually wants you to meet his mother. He might treat her like a maid as a child, but you can pry the hc that he actually loves her from my cold dead hands.

❤️He'd act like meeting her was no big deal, but definitely told his mom to dress nice and clean things up for when his s/o comes over

❤️Liane is too sweet, so I see her just treating you like her own from the beginning. She seems like the type to mention 'wedding bells' way to early in the relationship (will mention it that first dinner. "Meeeeeeem!")

❤️Part of her probably hopes having you in his life would help soften her little poopsykins sharp edges.

❤️Will get your number before you leave. Expect to get personal invitations to come over for dinners.

❤️I love Liane Cartman and she needs to be appreciated

Kenny!

🧡Kenny has his own issues with his family, particularly his dad. I can see him being a little dodgy about inviting an s/o over, knowing that it won't be as 'extravagant' as it would be elsewhere. You would have to reassure him you didn't care

🧡Carol is going to be very welcoming, inviting you in and offering whatever they have available if you're hungry or thirsty. I see her as being a chatty kathy, Kenny rolling his eyes as he tries to get a word in during the conversation, especially when she brings up baby stories about him

🧡Stuart is probably a little less involved, giving a small hello when you come in. He kind of gives me the same vibes as Gerald, having his own interests and letting his kids live their lives. I also see him kind of like Randy saying things that probably shouldn't be said in that kind of situation.

🧡I hc the McCormick siblings as being close in different ways. Kevin probably nudges Kenny throughout the meeting, a small brotherly congrats on bagging someone that 'put up with him' (said jokingly)

🧡Karen looks up to Kenny, and I see that extending to anyone he brings around like a s/o. She'd be shy at first, but once she opened up that girl will be coming along on dates because you're her 'very best friend' and 'Kenny can share!' Kenny doesn't mind one bit.

Butters!

💗Trying to plan a time to meet the parents with Butters groundings is hard. Eventually you'd make do, but it took a while.

💗Linda deep cleaned the house. Shampooed and vacuumed the carpet, lint rolled the couch and and wiped down every hung picture frame. The Stotch's give off the vibe to me that they care a lot about appearances.

💗Linda would be super nervous to meet you, not because of you per say, but because it's someone new coming into their dynamic. I don't see her as a fan of change. Over the course of meeting you she calms down a bit.

💗Stephen is the one grilling you. He's going to ask about grades and what kind of person you are, making sure you're not the type to get his son into trouble. Butters is going to be completely silent during this exchange.

💗If you were over for dinner, you would probably be expected the help wash the dishes. Linda though would chat with you during it, and even share some anecdotes about her little Butters!

💗They would like you, though god knows it's hard to tell with Stephen. After your first time being grounded with Butters you'd have a clue that he lumped you in with the rest of his family.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 162 (Confronting the Time Thief)

Maude had no time to explain herself before a flash of light turned the world a blinding shade of white. "What's happening?" she cried, as Felix and Lilith shared a smile.

"They're here," said Felix. "Right on time."

Maude gaped as the blue-haired time traveler appeared in the road with the time thief, who wore black and white stripes and a raccoon-like face mask. Brown hair was tucked under a black knit cap. "Jeez Louise! You weren't lying! I came down here to see it for myself, but I really thought..."

Emit lunged at the time thief, who jumped back as Felix, Lilith, and Maude raced to join them. "Who are you, and why are you doing this?"

"Who are you? I'm just travelling the same light paths you are."

"You're stealing! And you're unauthorized! Every time you jump, you're risking the past, present, and the future!"

"I have a wristboard and it's programmed to me. How could I be unauthorized? I'm not hurting anyone, and I'm not changing anything."

"It's a stolen wristboard, and you keep dropping things in the wrong time!"

"Finder's keepers!"

"Ma'am, what's your goal here?" questioned Felix. "Are you trying to change time?"

The thief vehemently shook her head. "Not at all. I'm just a fan of history. And I wanted to see the future."

"You're not authorized," Emit repeated. I'm going to have to confiscate your wristboard."

"And you'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands."

"Oh come now," said Maude. "That's a little dramatic, don't you think? These two have been twisting themselves in knots trying not to change anything and you're just bouncing around in time risking your own existence if a butterfly flaps its wings the wrong direction and changes the future."

"You think I'm reckless?" argued the thief. "Space riding is the most free I've ever felt. I'll never get over the high I get from landing in a new destination."

"If you're not careful, your final destination could be exile somewhere in Emit's time," Lilith warned.

"Yeah? So be it."

The thief pushed a button on her wristboard and the group was blinded by a stunning flash of white. When their vision cleared, the time thief was gone, and the foursome looked among one another.

"That didn't go very well," observed Felix dryly.

"Why didn't you grab her?" wondered Maude. "I could have done it, but I thought you'd have her!"

"Unauthorized wristboards and devices are one thing, but the more advanced wristboards use biometrics," explained Emit. "You can't take away my ability to time travel without either cutting off my arm or getting me to my time, where they have the tech to extricate and disable them properly."

"So we have to keep chasing her? How did she get a stolen wristboard to sync with her biometric data?"

Emit shrugged. "I don't know how, but if she made it to the future with a device, she might've traded it for better tech somehow. I'll have to keep chasing her to try to find out, but if you don't think time travel is for you, I get it."

Felix nodded apologetically. "If we can help you from our time, we'll be more than happy to, but jumping through space and time is a lot more stressful than we anticipated."

"We should get you back to your present, and then I should head back to my own time. I've got a lot to explain to my superiors, even though I still don't know who we're dealing with."

"We're sorry we weren't better help," said Lilith.

Emit shrugged. "You weren't bad for a couple rookies."

Lilith and Felix headed away to change into their time suits, and Felix returned first, finding Maude waiting outside the library. "It's been good to see you again, Felix."

"You're sure about that?"

"As soon as you all leave, I'm heading inside the library to start looking into these secret societies. Better that than time travel, which I don't understand well enough to report on, anyway. But I don't want to change the future and hurt my own son, so I won't publish the photos of Admiral Landgraab and Lady Ravendancer, either."

"What are you going to do with them?"

"I should destroy them, but I'm supposed to preserve the truth and I can't do it. I'll take them to the Goth Archives in Willow Creek when Berend comes back from Komorebi; he loves walking among the magnolias with Bruno and me."

"The Archives might destroy them, considering what they represent."

"They might, but I can hope I haven't changed history if they do. And maybe that's what I always did with them."

Felix cocked his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know the rules of time travel and I was up all night thinking about this, but I would have been at last night's gala with or without you and Lilith in town...maybe I always gave them to the Goth Archives, if the photos were never published even without you here to tell me why I shouldn't do it."

Felix considered this with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Maude. If there was some way to repay you-"

"If you're right about my career, then we're even, but in case you coming back here changed time and things won't happen as you say, I do have something else to ask you."

"Anything."

"In your own time, could you see if you can find my sister's ghost? People say she's wandering around Von Haunt Estate."

"You went once," he reminded her. "You didn't find her or Bernard."

"I keep thinking Bernard forced her to stay hidden because he knew I hated him even when I was a little girl. I'd go back knowing what I know now about ambrosia, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to collect the ingredients or learn to make it correctly, and your talk of changing history has me thinking I can't resurrect her, anyway. But once you get back to your time, you could find her, and you have those friends who know how to make it. I was hoping you might find out if she'd like to live again, just like you did."

"We can do that. I don't see why Heather and Conrad wouldn't help with the ambrosia if Mimsy wants to live again, though they do have a lot on their plate these days. We'll do this, but it might take a while. Things at work are busy and I'm hoping the boss opens a new office in Ravenwood soon. And when we get back, I'm going to ask Lilith to marry me."

Maude smiled. "You should make an honest woman out of her. She's spiky, but I like her, and I see how happy you make each other. Just promise me you won't forget about Mimsy."

"We won't forget about Mimsy, and we'll never forget you, either."

"I want to give you an engagement present!" she said happily, tempering an emotional break in her voice. "At the ruins near the stone circle the secret societies use, I'll bury a time capsule. Hopefully that won't change the future too much and it's nothing big. I took some photos of you two last night I thought you might like to have. But dig it up when you get home - you'll know it's from me because the rocks won't have been there before."

"Lil loves a scavenger hunt," he said. "We won't be able to thank you, but hopefully you know how much we appreciate everything you've done for us the last twenty-four hours."

"I do know," she said, as Lilith returned in her time travel suit, her piercings back in place and her hair out from under a hat. She returned the borrowed clothes to Maude, who took them with a wistful smile. "Now! Hurry back and get started on the next generation of my legacy!"

Felix and Lilith rejoined Emit in the road as Maude entered the Laurel Library. With one last wave and a smile, they turned to their devices and set their final landing to the present day. ->

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Gen 1 Start | Gen 1 Summary

Okay guys, Ash is back Sunday, I'm sorry! One more heavily-hinted installment to this arc posts on Friday. 👀

NOTE: I haven't decided exactly how to approach the Mimsy storyline as I've never done it before, but this may be another long-percolating game plan similar to adopting Captain Whitaker, and how that took years in game to complete. For one thing, Heather only achieved gourmet cooking level 10 in a second save and she's at level 5 or 6 in the main save, so I do need more time to get her skill up and make sure I have the ingredients. Other stuff I've already played through is coming up first, anyway, and I do want to spread out all these resurrections! (If Mimsy wants it, that is!)

[roxxiies]

Assassin along with a support!reader who is in the opposite team. sfw, gn!reader, slightly obsessive themes, convincing you to join them instead

✩　featuring: dyrroth, julian

It was quite scary how the enemy assassin kept glancing your way as if you're his prey. However, it only worsened when Dyrroth was carrying his team. So to roam around the map to get your job done always sent you in a panicky mess.

Now, your team has been wiped out, leaving you as the last one standing. Your mind raced with frantic thoughts as you warily turned your head at every bush you passed. You ducked inside one, pressing yourself low as a shiver ran through you at the thought that, at any moment, he would come for you—

“Boo. So this where you were hiding,” The voice came out of the blue as you felt your blood running cold. He chuckles mixed with the raspy and calm tone of his voice as your body trembles beneath him.

You cowered at the sound near your ear and tried to escape but he was just faster. His hand quickly clamped over your mouth while his other arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you in—trapping you against him as you could feel his chest press against your back.

Dyrroth mutters lowly and it sends shivers down your spine, “Why not be my healer? That damned Duke doesn't even deserve you.” He scowls, clicking his tongue, “Such a waste of power.”

You only shook your head, trying to speak up for your jungler but it came out muffled against his palm. He notices this and removes his hand and you instantly gasp. “He’s not w-weak! You're just—”

“Strong.” He finished for you, chuckling. “Yeah, that much is obvious, isn’t it?” His grip tightened slightly as he pulled you even closer... was his head nuzzling against your neck?

The whimper you let out was weak and quiet as if you're hesitant to disagree with what he said despite knowing it's true. The recent Savage! notification was evident.

“I’ll make sure to win this little game for ya’,” He murmured, his tone mixed with confidence. “And once this is over, you can come to me, yeah? With me, you'll effortlessly play your role, and I'll carry you alll the time. You won't have to worry not a single bit.”

You did felt a streak of loses and this was one of the great offers one could give to you. You unhesitatingly opened your eyes as it landed on his. “Really…?”

The innocent sight in front of him made him feel something stir deep inside. He smiles wildly as he pulls you close, “Yeah, you're going to be my own little princess.”

You knew from the moment Julian earned the Triple Kill! notification that this match was going to be rough—it hadn’t even been five minutes!

Your role as a healer would require ten times the effort compared to other games. But what irritated you most was the way he mocked your team, especially the jungler you supported, leaving everyone dead except you. And somehow, that made you feel something.

Now, it was just the three of you—him, you, and your jungler—contesting the turtle where the other players were busy clearing their lanes.

The assassins were neck to neck as they fought. Despite your consistent healing and telling him to retreat for now, your jungler was stubborn—so prideful and insistent—that had cost him an embarrassing streak of deaths.

As you see your jungler fall, your feet scramble to get away, fearing he'd kill you this time. But he snatches you instantly by the waist. You closed your eyes, covering your face as you wished he'd just slay you immediately.

He lets out a huff of amusement, “It’s a lil’ adorable when you cower in fear.” He takes to pry one of your hands that you were using to hide your face. “It's as if you weren't watching my every move.”

His words sank in and your face flushed a deep shade of red. The sight made him chuckle. You stammered, trying to defend yourself. “I—I wasn’t! I was just keeping an eye on you—”

The grin that stretched across his face made you stop mid-sentence. He clearly wasn’t buying it...

“Keeping an eye on me, stalking me—Sure, but aren't they the same thing?” He lets out another chuckle, “But I don't bite, sweetheart. If you could just tell me you want me, then I'm all yours—”

Your heart fluttered wildly as you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t just say things like that…”

“Sure,” he only chuckled, finding you quite adorable, “Anything for you.”

[flyingwargle]

january fanfic recs!

the first round of recs are now here! i'm eager to find more life-changing bangers this year and share with everyone my favorites for each month <3 (also, i accept recs any time!)

all previous monthly recs are tagged with fanfic recs! check them out if you'd like more!

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

i would write ya a love letter t. 3k. sakusa is helping atsumu move when he finds an old love letter under the bed addressed to kita. love the premise and eventual getting together, as well as the comfort <3

i don't want you like a best friend e. 3.6k. atsumu is pining and everyone can tell except for sakusa. also, body worship, one of my favorite tropes.

particular e. 4.7k. mid-timeskip sakuatsu trying kink for the first time. always love rinpanna and winterwaltz's explicit works and this one doesn't disappoint.

parallax error: line of sight t. 11.6k. 2/2. i read atsumu's pov (parallax error: angle of inclination) last month and this one is sakusa's pov. it's really lovely to see how both sides fall for each other and both are beautifully written.

runner, runner t. 14.7k. atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto lose hinata during a night out in tokyo and try to look for him. amazing shenanigans, friendship, and feelings realization.

crypsis g. 16.1k. "what do you want, miya?" is the best quote to encapsulate this fic, with self-destructing atsumu afraid of taking the next step forward. beautiful prose and character dynamics.

On Love and Onigiri m. 20.5k. atsumu is a bestselling author and sakusa is a book critic who has never given his works 5 stars. atsumu is determined to change that. you'll also have to pry the trope of trying to impress your love interest from my cold, dead hands. i'll eat it up every time.

draw the line, and i'm losing my mind t. 26.1k. sakusa has his memory of atsumu wiped and atsumu, in petty revenge, does the same. this broke my heart and reduced me to my knees. it's angst with a hopeful ending, just in case you can't handle angst without a good ending.

NOT CLICKBAIT: Watch As Osaka Man Nearly Destroys Brother's Relationship t. side sunaosa. 27.9k. sakusa is accidentally roped into atsumu's scheme of helping both osamu and suna propose to each other separately. extremely funny and endearing. my favorite this month <3

sunaosa

touched down m. 20.5k. i have never read such a flavor of depressed osamu like this before, complemented with angst, introspection, and a hopeful ending. the prose will sink its teeth into you until you finish it all in one sitting.

sakuatsu & sunaosa

Sundays at Onigiri Miya t. 6.4k. the miya4 are always the best group to read, and this fic of sakusa and osamu trying to propose to their significant others doesn't disappoint.

iwaoi

please be a good man, please say you won't tell e. 21.9k. iwa accidentally sends a nude to the wrong person and now all of the jnt (read: atsumu) is trying to figure out who iwa's boyfriend is. also, he and oikawa keep getting sexiled. funny and heartwarming.

bokuaka

Catching Up e. 11.1k. akaashi finally realizes he may have feelings for bokuto but tries to quash them because surely bokuto won't reciprocate (spoilers: he does). great plot and spice!

A Second Chance e. 76.5k. 15/15. after breaking things off with bokuto four years ago, akaashi reconnects with him after he has to interview him after his match. imagine: mutual pining. hurt/comfort. angst. spice. mixed altogether with slowburn and you get this. an amazing read.

other

daybreak g. kagehina. 6k. kageyama study in the years between high school and when hinata returns from brazil. beautiful prose and feelings realization.

Infinite is Where We Live m. kuroken. 20.3k. glimpses of kuroo and kenma growing up together and all the ways kuroo is there for kenma, until it's kenma's turn to be there for him. you'd think kenma would be the anxious one but it's kuroo in this fic and wow, it's done beautifully.

A Split-Second of Violence g. hinata and karasuno-centric. 122.3k. 38/38. WOW. WAY TO BREAK MY HEART. the incident literally takes a split second and becomes a monster of friendship, hurt/comfort, and trauma. i hugged my hinata plush every night while reading this. we love and respect the karasuno family in this house.

[changingplumbob]

First Impressions - Nephinae

How do you feel so far?

Holy Cowplant!!! I don't know what I expected, but to be in the higher rank out of all these girls was NOT one of them! I can't wait to get to know Deanna more and maybe end up even higher on her scoreboard, ya know what I mean?… that's actually quite literal I'm not even trying to euphemize… or am I?

Kristina

I mean…I'm glad I'm not here to date her or I'd be in the bottom rank. I'll just stay out of her way unless she needs a knick knack repaired or something.

Alaina

I hate to be that sim who talks about "vibes" 24/7, but she really does have a "vibe" that says, "your life would be enriched with me in it," and those are the best sims to have in your circle.

Abigail

I mean, she's young--we're all young, but she's really YOUNG--so I'll go easy on her while I'm here unless she turns that immaturity into a misplaced attitude.

Nathalie

You know what, she's on a plane that we're not leveled up for yet. And that's okay! There won't be a dull moment with her around, that's for sure!

Kay

That is my emotional support contestant friend and you can pry her from my cold, dead hands, thank you very much.

Nephinae created and written by @invisiblequeen

[trippingontheescalator]

Curious about the direction the HP fandom has gone

Okay, so as an old HP fan from way back when the books were first coming out, and then getting hit with the nostalgia and decided to return after years and years of not interacting with the fandom at all, the changes are truly mindboggling and I'd love to get to the bottom of some things.

Like, the disappearance of Blaise Zabini. Blaise was a fan favorite way back when we only knew his name but now I barely hear a whisper of his name. Now, the obvious answer is racism, which I think is the #1 reason why Blaise-pairings have dropped of significantly. Back then we all thought Blaise was a hot Italian girl, and then we found out he's a black man and suddenly people stop writing about him? Hm, yeah, seems the obvious answer (especially considering the popularity of other characters who are just a name on a page *cough*regulusblack*cough*).

Or the rise in Snape-hate. Like, Snape used to be the fan favorite. Everyone loved Snape. The meaner he was, the more we liked him. Being mean to children was a plus, not a negative lol. And this was back when we all thought he was a pureblood who came from a wealthy family like the Malfoys. Now by the time the 7th book came out I had pretty much moved on and so I didn't really see the fallout of readers discovering his actual background, so I don't know if his drop in popularity is classism and learning that he isn't a palette-swapped Lucius Malfoy or not, but honestly I would figure his impoverished background would be a plus in these times. Like Snape is obviously one of JKR's least favorite characters, and considering how she-who-must-not-be-named has destroyed her reputation with her increasing radicalization you'd figure the poor, abused, author-hating character would become more beloved instead of the rich, white, heteronormative bullies who barely even show up in the books. Like with our increasing knowledge of social injustice, I just don't understand why the fandom would want to latch onto the Marauders? And I just can't believe Snape's handful of snippets with Lily is the cause of his downfall (like what's there is barely enough to fill up a few pages, and there are certainly more toxic relationships in the series that are still beloved), or the fact that he was a Death Eater or that he inadvertently caused the deaths of the Potters (we already knew that in GoF and HPB respectively and he was still beloved, and this was when we assumed he didn't give a shit about the Potters or if they died when he went snitching). Draco is still popular. DRACO who doesn't give two shits about slinging around the word "mudblood," as opposed to Snape who actually changed for the better.

Am I just too old to understand? Is this like 90s fashion coming back in style (no, I won't do it again, I don't care if it's cringy I'm sticking with my millennial styles, I did the platforms and the slip dresses and the cargo pants in high school and I'm not putting myself through that again lol you gen z's can pry my comfortable mom jeans from my cold, dead fingers, I don't care if it makes me look old, that's the point, I AM old). Like, in addition to 90s fashion, has the 90s obsession with luxury athletic fashion like Lacoste come back in style? All those fashion ads of rich white people on yachts with popped collar polos? Are people starting to obsess over the Marauders because nouveau riche conspicuous consumption is coming back in style? It can't all just be young kids who have only read AtYD and have never actually opened one of the books, can it?

There also seems to be a trend of treating characters as if they're real people. I mean, we've always done it (Snape Wives, I'm looking at you), but now it almost feels as if the crimes characters commit are treated as if they're real crimes and that liking them is somehow a moral failing on the reader's fault. If you were to say "I don't like Snape, his douchy actions anger me, I'd rather skip all the parts he shows up in" I'd say, cool, I get that. That's normal. But "Snape is an abuser, a racist, and an incel and if you like him you're probably those things too" is fucking weird. Like, Harry and Hermione are not real children. Snape is not a real person. The things that happen in this book have as much influence on the real world as me imagining ninjas breaking into my workplace on a slow day. And that "media does not exist in a vacuum" pisses me off because it's blatantly misused. The pieces of media that have had serious consequences? Jaws, The Birth of a Nation. One resulted in the culling of sharks, the other helped restart the KKK. Do you know what those two pieces of media have in common? They're not about fucking wizards and magic schools. They instead paint a target on real groups. After twenty years nobody has ever tried to hurt a marginalized group of people because of a harry potter book (except for JKR herself).

Anyway, these are just some random thoughts, feel free to chime in with your own.

[almostfoxglove]

writer's tag game

5 things you're likely to find in my fics (aka 5 things freya won't shut up about)

tysm for the tags <3 THIS IS SO CUTE!

@auteurdelabre @burntheedges @sizzlingcloudmentality @honeyedmiller @myownwholewildworld

@djarins-cyare

slow burns (y'all can pry them from my cold dead hands)

a man with low self esteem yearning like he's got a gun to his head

a ghost, in some form

snark and generally being a menace as flirting

an egg or natural disaster metaphor/simile, probably

npt (so sorry if I missed yours!! tag me in it if you posted already? <3): @jolapeno @whocaresstillthelouvre @schnarfer @joelmillerisapunk @joeloverture

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A/N: You're going to have to pry retired!avengers reader x Natasha au from my cold, dead hands. Anyway, I wanted to see if I could quickly churn out a little something before needing to focus my attention on this stupid MSJ memo.

From a drabble list: #34 - "The boxes are all labeled incorrectly."

Parings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: time...and it's a little angsty ig but there's a happy ending.

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You slice through the tape with ease and toss the box cutter to the side.

"Huh, so that's where I packed my boxing gear," you lift your gloves out of the box and set them aside. Moving has been anything but a breeze. Natasha finally pried your last remaining stubborn fingers that had a death grip on your life as an Avenger. Your retirement party was too-perfect. Even Fury was there to send you off. You hated it. Natasha knew from the jump you wanted to die an Avenger, not some washed-up hero that spent retirement trying to find anything to fill the bottomless void left from no longer being needed by the world anymore.

But you love Natasha much, much more than you hate not being an Avenger.

She tried to make it up to you, even picking a house that has a home theater and game room for your poker nights with Tony and the boys. Someplace by the beach while being close enough to the S.H.I.E.L.D. training facility so you can sleep in as long as possible before having to train recruits.

Your new life scares you much more than any bullet, bomb, or power-hungry warlord ever could.

You hear the front door open and keys drop onto the new marble counter that Natasha spent weeks curating. The familiar clicking of heels draws nearer. You feel your wife's nails drag across your back before her fingers dig into the knots between your shoulders.

"There you are," Natasha's voice is so gentle, it has been since your retirement party. She always knew what she wanted with you, and you never gave her reason to doubt you would meet her halfway. Retirement was the last step she needed you to take into this new chapter of your lives. Most people would have rather opted to watch paint dry, but she would have waited forever for you if you needed it.

"How's the unpacking going?" Natasha rests her head on top of yours, letting her arms drape around your neck. You instinctively lean back into her and take a few breaths. Among the most chaotic scenes, Natasha has always been your safe place to land.

"We're making some progress," you trail off, both of your eyes scanning the room that's littered in torn, sliced, and otherwise unopened boxes. You feel Natasha heave a loud sigh against your back. Her arms come up to your shoulders to give you a sympathetic squeeze.

"Wait, why are my dishes in your underwear box?"

You chew on your bottom lip for a moment to buy yourself some time, "because...the boxes are labelled incorrectly."

"And who was in charge of labelling the boxes?"

"I was," you try not to sound so deflated, Natasha's laugh echoes through the mostly empty house.

"Should've hired the recruits to do our dirty work," she smirks and pulls out her phone, "I'll get us take out."

You watch her rattle off your favorite order as she walks down a barren hallway. Maybe retirement won't be so bad after all.

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

yoo, I got another spn fic idea

It's a destiel fic, exept Sam in irrevocably part of the story, like all destiel stories should be, cause there ain't no Dean if there ain't no Sam, we should know this by now. also, some saileen in the back!

It's a historic setting, think medieval. John Winchester is the leader of a small farming village, that once a year sacrifice a young man or woman to a nearby deity (Castiel) to keep him placated. it's an age old tradition, that once a year, a name is drawn from all the young people between 15 and 30, to be chosen as a sacrifice.

this time, it's Dean.

the name is chosen and it turns out to be dean and sam trows a fit of epic proportions. fuck the village, these people are not taking his big brother. Eventually Sam gets jumped by a mob of guards/farmers to keep him from physically attacking his father when he refused to take Sam instead of Dean ('the fate has been decided')

dean has to intervene, and manages to convince Sam to not make this harder, please. only after that does sam give in.

or does he?

Dean is held in a cellar, beautifully decked out with the best furniture, the softest bed, and all the beautiful sheets and wildflowers as his last night alive. Sam is thrown in the town prison to cool down, because they genuinely fear he's gonna break his brother out of the cellar and book it, dooming the village.

the next evening-fall, Dean gets dressed up in the most beautiful white linens and flowers in his hair, and he would complain about feeling like a chick if he want about to be executed by some monster, so he keep his mouth shut.

Sam on the other hand, has been let out of the cell, to bid his brother goodbye, seemingly having excepted this.

he has not.

he has poisoned the town mead with sleeping drought.

the second dean is led into the woods, the people start the feast, celebrating another year in which their harvest will be plentiful, due to the noble sacrifice of one of their own.

not 30 minutes later, the whole village is dead asleep, except sam, who is awake and packing his bags. this man is gonna kill a god today, and nothing can stop him. he is on a mission, and the mission is to get his brother and get the fuck out of here.

he grabs his and his brothers swords, and books it out, running to get to dean before the deity does.

when he gets there, dean does not agree with his plan, because he was chosen, to die was his duty.

the conversation goes like this.

Sam: im here to come get you out of here,

Dean: no, you can't do that, the village with suffer

Sam: man, fuck the village, i don't want you to die, i don't care about them, I care about you

Dean: I don't wanna die either, but i also don't wanna doom the village and this is my fate.

Sam, knowing how to convince his brother: you really wanna die tied to a post, wearing flowers and a dress, with no pants on like a damsel in distress?

Dean: ...

Dean: fuck, you right, cut me loose.

sam cuts him loose, hands him some pants and a sword and they start booking it trough the forrest.

Castiel, the creature, ready to find his yearly outcast human to take to his hoard of other outcast humans, sees another human, holding a very sharp sword, abducting his outcast human! And the shorter human is clearly supposed to be his outcast human for his small hoard of humans, because he's wearing white and the flowercrown.

cas is not happy about this an intercepts them. the converation goes like this

Castiel: Give him to me

Sam: you can pry him from my cold dead hands if you want him.

Dean, verry worrried: I-

Cas: as thowing him out not enough, you're also gonna threaten my outcast human with a sword

Sam: He's my brother, I won't let you just kill him, no matter what you do to my village

Cas: Kill him? why would I do that? i thougth you didn't want the humans you gave to me so I just kept them, becuase you didn't take propper care of them.

Sam and dean: what?

this conversation lasts a hot minute, before sam and dean sart trusting cas enough to lead them to the other 'outcast humans', as the creature calls them.

cas just leads them into a tunnel, and then out of the tunnel in a large vally circled by cliffs. and there is just? a village? there? with people, young and old? children running around?

Sam: What the fuck??

Castiel: my outcast humans :D

they find charlie, who had been sacrificed years ago, (that was the first time dean had gone against his father, he had be beaten within an inch of his life for speaking up)

Charlie tells them that the neighbouring villages have simular traditions and Cas just started taking all the people from the villages to keep them safe. they're allowed to leave, but very few do.

the village is nice and peaceful and all the people seem to like Castiel and trust him, calling him their angel.

Sam and dean end up staying, and dean totally falls in love with the pretty creature who so carefully watches over all his people.

Meanwhile sam falls in love with a beautiful, strong woman who was left in the woods as a child when he was discovered to be deaf.

life is good.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male one-shots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 1.1k┆warnings: blood, death, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, violence, yandere themes┆a/n: I was lowkey bribed into writing this by my sister bc I don't really fw Kokichi like that (that's a lie)

DECEPTION ━ kokichi ouma x kidnapped ! reader

⤷ ❝ 𝕺𝕳,

Y/n!!" The boy shouted as he dragged the heavy object behind him. Leaving a long trail of magenta in his wake.

"Hey, don't run away!" He called out while wiping the pink splatter off his pale face.

"I think it'd be a good-fucking-idea to show yourself now..."

"...Y/n!!" He screamed while kicking open your bedroom door. It made a loud SLAM! when it hit the wall.

He looked around the room with crazy, purple eyes all while plastering that same playful smile on his pale face.

"Aw... you're not in here either?" He crouched down to look under your bed

"Y'know, I'm getting really tired of this game of hide-'n'-seek!" He grumbled quietly to himself as he opened the different doors and hiding places in your bedroom. Little did he know, you were standing right outside the room he was in.

Holding a kitchen knife.

It was the very first thing you saw so you grabbed it. Right now, you were beginning to regret not owning any bigger objects like a golf club.

You watched fearfully as Kokichi searched for you, occasionally rummaging through your more... personal items.

When his back was facing you, that's when you took your chance to attack.

Charging towards the purple haired psycho, you raised the knife to stab him.

But he saw right through you.

He quickly turned around and grabbed your wrist. "Found you!" He laughed while tightened his grip, making you to drop the weapon.

"It's not good to run around with sharp objects Y/n! You might end up hurting someone!" He yanked you closer by your hips and lightly pecked your nose with a smile.

A smile that irked you to your core.

How could he still be smiling after all of this!? You thought to yourself as you looked his bloodied figure up and down.

How could he still be smiling after murdering them in cold blood!!?

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you thought back to the gruesome sight. He just bludgeoned my best friend to death with a baseball bat!! And now he's giggling about it!?

Kokichi's smile quickly disappeared as he stared deep into your fearful, (e/c) eyes. His arm tightly wrapped around your waist while the other firmly holding the bat.

"Why are you so scared? I won't hurt you... unless you want me to..." He smiled suggestively while slowly moving his face closer to yours.

"H- Help! Help me!!" You screamed while attempting to free yourself from his grip,

"He's fucking craz-!!"

Kokichi dropped the bat and quickly cupped his free hand over your mouth, "Who are you screaming for, Y/n?"

Tears pricked in your eyes as you desperately tried to pry his magenta-stained fingers off your face.

"What, you think your parents are alive too!?" He giggled, "they're dead!!"

His words froze you.

"Wh- Wha..." was all that left your mouth.

He removed his hand from your face and proceeded to laugh, "What, you thought I'd spare their dumbasses!? Of course I killed them!"

His laughs grew louder and louder as tears streaked down your (s/c) face.

His hand muffling your pitiful sobs, "no, no, no, no, no..." You kept repeating it over and over to yourself as you shook your head rapidly.

You couldn't believe it... you wouldn't believe it.

The purple haired boy lifted his hand to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"I know, I know, a dick move, I know," he smiled somewhat warmly at you, "But I had to, Y/n."

"N- no... no... you... you're lying... this is just another one of your... l- lies..." Kokichi slowly let go you of your figure as you panicked, breathing hard and sobbing loudly.

"Y/n," He reached down to the bat lying on the ground.

"I did all of this for you..."

He raised the bloodied weapon above his head.

"And I'd never fucking lie about that."

And after that, everything went black.

Slowly opening your eyes, the first thing you noticed were most of your senses being cut off.

Your mouth was taped shut and your ankles and wrists firmly tied together with rope. Your back was pressed against a hard, cement wall. Are you in a basement?

What the hell is going on!?

You can barely remember anything from earlier. The last memory you can recall is being in your bedroom — and then Kokichi...

Kokichi... you thought.

"Y/n!~"

A playful voice giggled out while quickly making their way over to you in the dim light.

When close enough, he crouched down, smiling crazily. "Don't worry too much about your whereabouts. You're safe with me, now..."

He reached out and caressed your head, the dried blood staining his figure becoming more and more visible as your eyes begin to clearly focus.

But you weren't dwelling on that at the moment, at least not yet. You were more focused on his strange words and that horrible headache you have. In contrast of responding to his statements, you looking around the place you've been brought to.

Where... am I...?

As you were thinking, the purple haired boy softly placed a hand on the back of your head. "Hm, you're still bleeding?" He retracted his hand then looked down at it.

"I couldn't have hit you that hard...!"

After wiping, or just smearing, your pink-colored blood on his white uniform, he yanked the silver duct tape off of your mouth.

You let out a noise of pain at the quick action, but he just giggled, "Nee-hee hee, I'm so sorry, dear... "

You couldn't tell if his tone was mocking or genuine, either way, you instinctively pressed your back against the wall as far as you could.

You wanted to call out for help, you really did. But you didn't know what Kokichi would do. Would he be mad or...?

Opening your suddenly dry mouth to scream, you were put to a stop by his soft lips roughly being pushed against yours. You struggled to breathe as he kissed you with such fervor, as if he was never going to pull away.

And when he did, you were panting with flushed lips and an even hotter face. Feeling both embarrassed and happy that you can breathe normally again.

His psychotic, purple, irises traced over your figure with a deranged smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'm surprised you haven't fought against me this whole time, Y/n!" He giggled, "Hee hee... you've probably decided to submit to me already..."

"P- please..." you swallowed hard, "just let me go..."

Kokichi shook his head, "I can't do that. You're finally safe with me..."

"Forever."

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[kiwibirbkat]

You can pry Marcy streamer AU from my cold dead hands

Marcy Wu Streamer AU!

Started streaming as a backup while waiting for their webcomic to blow up

When their account gained traction they used it to help advertise their comic

They do both for a living now

They game on it and sometimes do vlog type streams

They does a lot of charity streams (angsty charity week fic anyone???)

Annual subathons

Lives with the girlfriends (Anne and Sasha)

Sleep schedule? Non-existent!

Anne and Sasha are fan favourites even if they do end some streams early to force Marcy to sleep

She does sub only drawing streams for their comics especially after a hiatus

Or they do public drawing streams of intermission episodes

Anne and Sasha sometimes come onto a stream with them

Marcy has a lot of guilt from Amphibia still :(

(And scars)

Not fully disabled but they need a walking aid sometimes and a wheelchair if the pain gets really bad

They still have traces of Darcy her head but they can't control her they just give advice

Or complain that Marcy won't kill anyone

They can't go to Amphibia but they can call/text through dimensions since Anne gave sprig her phone and Polly figured out how to make more

Marcy refuses any type of therapy (they don't think they deserve help)

But she will break down crying in their girlfriend's arms sometimes

She/they (realized she liked they/them pronouns after everyone referred to Darcy as they seeing as they were multiple minds, heavily they leaning)

Anne has a pet cat that looks like Domino and she lives with them

Marcy has that gaming posture (atrocious)

They post all of their VODs on YouTube

Marcy has crocheted all of them plushies of their family in amphibia (Sasha with Percy, Braddock and Grime, Anne with Sprig, Polly and Hop-pop, and Marcy with Olivia and Yunan (and a secret andrius plush that they can't look at most days))

None of them have their powers but they do have traces of energy, which is why Darcy stays in Marcy's head instead of just shutting off

Marcy dyes some of her hair green in reminder of when they had cool anime powers

Also, she's worked a lot of aspects of Amphibia into their comic so they have an excuse to make Amphibia merch

Most of their fans are worried about her because she's always up so late

Marcy speaks Spanish, French, Italian, Chinese, Thai, Portuguese, and Ukrainian and voice over all of their streams in these languages to post them on their separate VOD channels

They're trying to learn more (Greek, German, Russian, ect.)

Because of Darcy and her wit powers they learn easier (super brain)

All of her fans theorize on why them and their girlfriends went missing for like a year seeing as frogvasion has been wiped from the media

The calamity trio know most of the Disney protags (Dipper, Luz, Molly, Star, and the other people in included in those franchises)

They all live in the same world (-star, Marco and Tom but dimensional scissors yk?)

Luz reached out to Anne for help building a portal, Dipper and Mabel met Molly while ghost hunting

They have all separately run into Star while researching energy levels that came from Stars weird dimensional travel

Therefore Marco added them all to a discord server and the rest is history

They sometimes guest star on Marcy's channel

June has programmed Marcy a game before

Sasha is planning to propose (shhh don't tell Anne and Marcy)

Marcy has cut contact with her family (I don't care what cannon says her parents aren't good people)

(She would not cling onto any sort of affection this much if their parents loved them)

(Fight me)

Marcy hates going to the doctor or bathing (the bath reminds her of the rejuvenation tank and she just generally distrusts the government after Anne told them about the whole thing with Mr X)

The only doctor they trust is the dentist for some reason???

When asked Marcy just shrugs

And the vet but they aren't the one getting tested at the vet and she cares about Domino 3 too much not to go to the vet

Marcy Wu=autism

Marcy has severe anxiety

Marcy has depression

Marcy streams from bed sometimes just because they're in too much pain to walk and their girlfriends aren't their to put them into her wheelchair but she has that grind set for their stream dates

Marcy has crocheted enough Olivia and Yunan plushies to give a small army

They give them away during giveaways as beta designs for some of her characters

[mysterious-trail-of-goop]

I LOVVEEE Jason todd and Peter Parker fics because their stories are almost exact parallels except for the fact that Peter had a support system and Jason didn't.

They both grew up dirt poor and surrounded by tragedy. But Peter always had uncle ben and aunt may to keep him optimistic and happy. Jason had an extremely abusive father and a mother who had drug problems and that home environment made him cynical and untrusting.

They both experienced the loss of a parental figure (Uncle Ben and Catherine Todd) and became heroes shortly after.

They both got superhero mentors (Tony and Bruce). Except Tony (and u can fight me on this) was horribly manipulative, threatening Peter with releasing his identity (effectively threatening his family and friends), forcing A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD to fight CAPTAIN AMERICA, WHO DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS A CHILD AND WASN'T HOLDING BACK. Jason got Brucie boy who despite being emotionally constipated did LOVE Jason as a son.

Both their mentors/father figures took away their ability to help people over a well intentioned mistake. This taught their mentees (whether on purpose or not) that they were only accepted when they are useful and that their love is conditional. This is NOT what bruce intended but he is too traumatised a up his own ass to verbally affirm his love for Jason, and because he never TOLD jason that he was his son, or that he loved him, Jason never knew.

After their ability to superhero was taken away both of them rebelled in an attempt to find love (Peter trying to prove he IS worthy and win Tony's love and Jason tried to get affection from Sheila Haywood because he believed so deeply that Bruce's love was impossible to attain)

In both cases they ended up with a warehouse on top of them.

Peter had slowly been realising over the course of Homecoming that Tony DIDN'T love him, and that tony WASN'T coming to save him from the building. So peter knew he had to get himself out of that situation and he only had this revelation because he had an example of what real love looks like (MJ, Ned, May etc). When jason was in that warehouse in Ethiopia he took Sheila's betrayal as proof that he was undeserving of love and therfore, he thought no one was coming to save him AND ACCEPTED THAT. Particularly heartbreaking because Batman WAS coming to save him, but didn't arrive in time.

Peter (in my au at least) heals from Tony and Vulture with his family, friends and other heroes (cough daredevil cough). But Jason never got that chance, after he was resurrected he found out abt tim and abt the Joker surviving and took it as FURTHER confirmation that Bruce never loved him.

Jason returns to Gotham and eventually comes to a sort of truce with batman but he feels like he can never truly be a part of the family again because of what he's been through. Batman believes so deeply in second chances, but thats the issue. Bruce EXPECTS jason to change, change his methods and his morality. Even though nothing about who jason is was his choice, he literally couldn't change if he wanted to.

Peter (despite having a no kill rule) doesnt expect this from him. Sure he will actively sabotage kill shots or stand in the way, but he won't ask him to change (experience with deadpool and punisher).

This results in Jason changing his methods OF HIS OWN FREE WILL, because he sees how much the killing upsets Spider-Man, and how he has never asked him to stop.

Jason would be fiercely protective of Peter, because symbolically, it is jason seeing and accepting that he is NOT peter and he shouldn't be. But also how easy it would have been for Peter to end up like him.

Ultimatley Peter is able to give Jason the one thing he needs, a support system. And Jason can give Peter what he needs in Gotham, someone to look after him, feed him, clothe him, help him through the Pit rage.

Basically this duo is super important to me and you can pry them from my cold dead hands.

[smiley-mcdoggington]

ALPHA CONSTANCE OMEGA STANFORD BECAUSE YOU CAN PRY THESE TEENAGERS OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS :3 NO GIRLDICK SORRYYYY TW STANCEST TW NONCON TECHNICALLY BECAUSE CONTRACEPTIVES NEED TO BE KNOWN AND AGREED ON TW IMPLIED MPREG TW ABO

Outside the window, a tiny dog was yapping loud enough to echo down the street. Inside, the old AC could be heard buzzing from a room away, and a steady beat of a rubber ball against a wooden paddle tried to drill a hole into Ford's brainstem. The metal finally broke off the pencil he was chewing, and he snapped, spitting out the pencil end and whipping around. "Constance, would you quit that?! You can't copy off my exam if I can't write my own exam because you kept me from studying." He said tersely.

Stan let her toy flop to the side, cocking her head. "You know, studying ain't the only thing you coulda slammed on your desk and done the last three hours." She said, back arched just slightly, legs crossed in her pilfered boxers that Ford would never be able to wear properly again because she was most definitely stretching them out.

"The joke is homework." Ford said vaguely, looking at the way her thighs squished together.

"Huh?"

"'Homework' is what you slam on your desk, 'studying' is a verb."

"Fuck off, you get the gist." She said, getting up and sauntering over. "You gonna do me or am I gonna lose you to that geometry?" She asked, gesturing to his open textbooks.

The reminder snapped Ford back to reality. "I can't, Stan, I have to study. You would know that if you ever tried it yourself." He said, turning back around in his chair and picking up his now broken pencil.

"Aw, but I'm great at studying - I know all the different browns in your eyes because I'm always studying em'." She said, leaning over the back of his chair and letting her warm tits press into his shoulder blades.

"Are you trying to take me to bed with cheesy one-liners? If so, it won't work this close to exams." He lied, because the words he had just written were already blended together with everything else on the page while his mind tried to map out where her nipples sat on his back between their shirts. Damn her.

"Hey, come on Sixer, only thing you're doing is stressing yourself out." She muttered, lips itching his sideburns just slightly. "Why don't you come to bed?"

Ford leaned back against her and blamed it on his nature how easily he sank into her warm, gentle touches. "I can't tonight, Constance, I'm tired." He said, while her fingers carded his hair away from his face.

She hummed, gently turning his head so his ear rested on her shoulder and putting his mouth so close to her neck he could reach out and taste her without having to leave the hold of the fingers scratching at his baby hairs. She smelled like the ocean, salty and earthy - Ford could get drunk off it. And Stan just showed her neck so readily, as if she were the omega in the room. Ford leaned just slightly closer, giving teasing bunny kisses to that sensitive gland on her neck, feeling her breath hitch as much as hearing it. Her other hand came up to his ribs, he laced his fingers through hers and held it there.

She huffed a short laugh, not at all subtle with the deep breaths she was taking. "What happened to studying?" She asked lowly.

"You happened." He retorted, giving the side of her neck a gentle kiss that had her nails digging just slightly into his flesh.

Pulling away was like pulling teeth, and Constance seemed to agree from the way she groaned when his head left the cradle of her shoulder and his hand left hers, but it had to be done. "Take me to bed." He said hoarsely, and Stan keened in a way she obviously didn't mean to from the expression on her face.

"Course'." She said shortly, surging forward, one hand on his ribs and the other on his hip, she looked up at him like the moon and the stars, slowly turning the both of them like a ballroom dance.

She slowly guided him backwards until his knees hit her bunk - her bed still looked the same as it had when they were six and their grandma had gotten her a frilly pink bedding set that was now sunbleached white with fraying frills along the edges. He wasn't one to judge, his bunk was decorated with faded rocket ships. He sat down and she immediately moved to straddle him, mound grinding against his stiff cock. But he grabbed her hips.

"I'm tired, remember?" He dragged, the empty feeling in himself more glaring the more he thought of his next words. "Won't you take the lead?" He asked, and his sister's eyes widened.

For a second she just studied him, looking for a tell that he was lying, before a wide smile lit up her face. "You're shittin' me - I can?" She said, excitement lilting her words, hips rocking just slightly against his thighs - he could feel the moisture through his stolen boxers.

Ford had looked into it - he was fairly certain she wouldn't be able to Lock with him on her first attempt, so it wouldn't matter that he had been so busy studying he had forgotten to refill his birth control. He was almost certain - and more pressingly, he very much wanted to know what it felt like to Kiss with her.

He nodded in response to her, and she all but tackled him into her threadbare sheets, giggling like an excited child and kissing all over his face - it was impossible for her giddiness not to affect him, he found himself chuckling along with her.

Then she pulled back, hips still gyrating just slightly on his stomach so she could lay face to face with him. She took his face in both her hands. "You wanna be on your front or your back?" She asked, nerves starting to show, trying to hide it with an awful grin.

Ford had seen a book, and while he was flexible, being on his back while Kissing seemed... Ambitious. Especially for a first time. "Front." He said, and Stan nodded, before crawling off of him. He almost flipped onto his front immediately, but then he felt her thin hands on his knees. He looked down and saw her looking at him with her head between his legs. She gave him an evil little grin, reaching for the button of his jeans. She pulled his pants down agonizingly slowly, giving herself a little show as she traced his thin, hairy legs with her eyes. His brows lowered, waiting for her to be quite done amusing herself, even as something like pride curled in his stomach just seeing the evidence that she found him appealing.

Finally the pants were off his legs and she went for his waistband. He hadn't felt how wet he had become until she pulled his boxers away, and he could see the dark spot in the gray material. Stan also seemed to notice this, and maybe something else, from the way her hands had stopped dead on his waistband and she was looking between Ford's legs with wide, dark eyes. Ford put his knees together in front of her. "Hurry up, Stan."

Constance nodded, still distracted but at least getting his boxers off his legs. "You smell like taffy, you know that?" She said, swallowing her saliva.

Ford's face twisted. "Gross." He said, because he had no idea why Stan liked it.

"Gorgeous." Stan corrected, gently pulling his legs apart again, looking for a reaction - permission. He let his legs fall open again and she smiled dopily. "Ya smell gorgeous." She said as if it made sense.

She kissed up the insides of his thighs, one of her smaller hands coming up to wrap around his cock and squeeze. Then something hot and blunt pressed against his hole and for one heartstopping moment he thought it was a phallus - as if he hadn't seen Stan's genitals before, as if he didn't know female alpha biology, as if her crotch was even close to his - but the the pressure dragged upwards, over the slit of his taint, making him shiver, stopping right at his balls. That was her tongue. She was licking him. His face burned hot - her actions were obscene, he was suddenly frantic to remember the last time he'd showered - too long ago. Then her tongue lapped at him again and he keened, high and embarrassing, his hands both snapping down to grab her hair just to hold on. Sure she had stuck a finger or two in him before but this was different.

Stan moaned with her tongue still out and against his hole, and the vibrations made him squeak. "Stan!"

Stan poked her head up, looking dazed as all hell, an indiscernable clear liquid glinting on her chin. "Ya?" She said astutely.

Ford felt like a live wire in her hands. "Would you get on with it? I want to t-try..." He trailed off, but his twin understood.

She stood up, shucking her pilfered boxers like they were on fire, t-shirt gone with enough force it made her tits sway like a hypnotist's pocket watch. She grabbed under Ford's thighs, picking them up and turning his whole body to be in line with her bed before crawling up after him. Ford was so startled by the sudden action he nearly forgot to flip onto his front. Her thighs bracketed his hips, sopping cunt pressing his cock into his stomach while she pulled at his shirt as if she didn't know what she was doing to him.

Her ten fingers snaked under his shirt and pulled it up, only pausing for a second when she saw his nipples - he did not understand her fascination - before pulling the clothing over his head with his assistance. She kissed his cheek and his jaw and after a quick nod from him, kissed his neck, one hand idly groping at his chest for a tit that was not there. Then she backed off, crawled back to the foot of the bed to give him space and waited with eager eyes still roving over him.

He got his elbows under him, slowly turning himself, only looking away from her when he absolutely had to as he laid down on his front, arms poised and ready to push himself up and off at a moment's notice. He heard no shuffling - Stan was still waiting. He buried his face in a greasy pillow that smelled like the ocean and slowly arched his body into the mattress, stiff cock dragging against the mattress as his pelvis slowly tilted up. He heard her hum, low and infatuated with what she saw. His legs were already shaking when she moved, straddling the backs of his thighs. Her small hands moved to his ass, cupping the small amount of fat there, thumb rubbing gentle circles into him. "It's alright, Stanford." She said, voice rough but words gentle, more soothing than they had any right to be. "You can tap out if you need to--"

"Don't." He snapped without thinking. "Just - just fuck me, Constance." He said, and Stan groaned. The weight left his legs as she shuffled forward.

Then she was on him. Knees on either side of his hips, warm, wet heat dragging against his hole. He keened, long and low, feeling her gyrate slowly against him with little huffing whines of her own. He could feel his own pulse - or maybe it was hers? Inside him. Her weight kept him from rolling back into his sister but she seemed more than content to move enough for the both of them. Her hands reached for his and he quickly put them over hers, feeling her kiss his shoulder blades. Her clit caught his rim and they both moaned.

Stan huffed, her grinding slowly getting faster. He could feel his slick and hers both running down over his taint. She swallowed thickly, and something about hearing her behind him made Ford feel cut open for her to see. "You like it?" She asked, voice gravelly but still checking on Ford.

Ford nodded against her pillow. "Yes!" He yelped as he felt the briefest suction on his rim. His mouth got stuck on the word, repeating it over and over until it didn't sound like a word anymore, just gibberish as his release built and built. Stan rolled her hips hard against him and he yelped, hands gripping hers for dear life while he drooled on her pillow. His peak was so close he could taste it, every brief meeting of her hole perfectly against his driving him that much closer. He could hear his sister above him, wanted to catalogue every new noise she made but her movements were melting his thoughts away into a pretty little puddle like the one he could feel growing between his legs. Their holes caught again for a second, and Stan growled slightly. He tried to formulate a question to that when she repeated her movements but stopped dead halfway through, and Ford wailed into her pillow while his brains were pulled out of his asshole, warm suction like a perfect kiss covering his hole. Locked, his brain added, but he couldn't remember why the concept was anything but earth-shatteringly hot.

Then Stan's thighs started quivering at his sides while she keened, and the first rush of warmth painted his insides. He cried, rutting as much as he physically could, feeling her seed slowly fill him with a rush of satisfaction that had him finally falling over that edge, shaking apart under his sister while her weight held him down and she put gentle kisses in his sweaty hair.

He was panting when he rolled his sister off him so he could face her, kiss her, hold her. But then a trickle of her seed trailed down his ass cheek and he paled.

"You came in me." He said quietly.

Constance smiled dopily at him. "Yeah - but it's fine, you're on the pill, right?"

"I haven't had a chance to refill my prescription." He said faintly, and her face paled to match his.

"Shit."