#Molly writes

[xaviers-student-union]

Xavier Student paper: Issue #1

Beloved Xaviers professor returns from Alaskan Sabbatical.

As of this Wednesday, Professor Summers [A.K.A Cylcops] has returned from Alaska where he took his impromptu sabbatical. We'd like to ask that everyone welcome him back, and treat him kindly! Professor summers does a lot of work to keep us all safe and healthy afterall.

And a big round of applause to the other staff members for keeping everything in order until his return! Well done! We didn't know you had it in you!

Extraterrestrial Cultural Exchange Club holding an event

Next weekend, the ECEC will be hosting an event in their club room; which is the larger meeting room off of the library. This event will be about educating on and sharing the culture of several alien cultures that have made contact with earth.

Featuring three food stalls, a few crafts stalls and even some rare alien artefacts that were legally acquired. They have assured us these products were all acquired legally. So. We'll see.

Strange man seen sneaking into the institute- oh wait never-mind it's just Magneto. [Again]

The XSU have recieved multiple reports, and photographic evidence of Magneto sneaking his way into the institute in order to play chess with our very own professor Charles Francis Xavier.

While this in itself is a harmless act, we'd like to remind everyone that Magneto is in fact a terrorist! And thus, to compensate Professor X should buy us all ice cream! At least. That's what I think

Study groups meeting again

With the school year starting back up in full swing, our study groups are once again meeting. If you're interested in signing up for a particular group, then the student lounge should have the listed times and clubroom to go to.

Please make sure that you attend the right room at the right time. Unlike Deanne who spent 3 hours in the Economics study group, before she realised it wasn't Biology. Lmao.

Rumours of a pizza party spread

According to Semi-reliable sources, everyone's favourite ...unofficial? Official? Counselor Nod and everyone's favourite Alien postman Pyxis are going to be throwing a pizza party for us!

I hope this isn't just a rumour because omg I want Pizza. I've had nothing but soup and tea for like. A week. Oh wait. I guess the newspaper shouldn't be...a stream of thought.

Meh. That's a problem for future molly.

[ @totally-not-a-mutant , @pyxis-deliveryservices ]

Weekly Recap:

Monday: Aranza was seen talking with villian Sabertooth. And giving him an origami frog. Unsure on if this is a friendship in the making...or if she's just nice to everyone.

Tuesday: I don't remember I was asleep

Wednesday: Campuses resident [homeless???] Vigilante found...three cats. [ @reapers-graveyard ]

Thursday: I forgot : (

Friday: Molly was officially cleared from bedrest, and will be resuming activity as the president of the XSU

Crossword:

Author: Molly

[mollydewinter]

chapter 3 is finally here!!! 31 pages of old man gay sex and fluff, who want it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61736902/chapters/160740280

[mollycassmith]

Closer to Home, Far from Whole (part 1)

A/N: Here is the long promised rewrite of Closer to Home, and I am apologizing now for how long this has taken and how long things might go between updates. This is loosely based on @asofterfan‘s Punk AU, and I highly recommend you take a look at it. @karaidemon has also written some wonderful fics in the Punk AU, with her OC Annika that I just adore, that you should definitely go look at as well. Alright, on with the show!

CW: none that I'm aware of at the moment, but if please let me know if I need to change this!

Word count: 2046

Rose sat in her car for a few moments, staring out the windshield at the building in front of her. It had been five or so years since she was last there, and she was back, even if it was only temporary. She hadn’t told anyone she was coming back, why bother them when they have more important things to do. She violently shook her head, the purple fringe of her bangs falling into her eyes, giving her something else to focus on for a moment. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and climbed out of the car, heading for the front office. She felt uncomfortable and exposed in her grey slacks and green blouse, though her leather jacket helped to offset the discomfort. She glanced around as she entered the office, conscious of the way her shoes clicked against the tile.

“Oh, Miss Miller, you’re here!” Mrs. Starnes, the elderly receptionist, smiled. “Here is what Mr. Tucker left for you.” The woman handed over a thick folder and a set of keys as Rose nodded.

“Thank you, Mrs. Starnes,” she said, her voice sounding calmer than she felt. “I’ll head up to the classroom.”

“Do you need a guide?”

“No ma’am,” came the quick response before Rose promptly left. She was grateful that the old receptionist, who she honestly thought had retired after her class graduated, had not recognized her beyond the recent interview for the long-term substitute position, but she did not expect that to last. She headed up to the classroom, grateful for the silence in the halls as it gave her time to order her thoughts. She unlocked the room, frowning as she stepped inside. She set the folder and keys down, laying her jacket over the back of the rolling chair, and set to rearranging the classroom. Internally, she knew that the students would be confused, however, she needed something familiar, and since the classroom was effectively hers for the remainder of the semester, they would get over it. At least, she hoped they would. When she managed to get the room close to how she wanted it, to how she remembered it when she had been a student, she glanced at the clock, raising an eyebrow when she realized that she had not taken as much time as she had thought. She shook her head and looked over the lesson plans, making a mental list of how she might need to adjust for her personal teaching style, then logged into the computer, pulling up a file and setting it to print as she went into the chemical supply closet in the back of the room to pull out what the students would need, provided they got far enough with the day’s assignment. She made sure to set up multiple stations before placing the excess back in the supply room, making sure to lock the door, grabbing the papers from the printer and setting them by the door. She glanced at the clock again as she propped the door open, nodding to herself at the time, then set to writing a few things on the whiteboard behind the desk. Not long after she finished, students began to trickle in. Several of them did a double take when they realized the room had been rearranged, then moved to find a seat before having to backtrack and pick up a paper from the table by the door. Rose smiled to herself, waiting for the bell to ring before she closed the door. Moments later, as she was getting ready to address the class, she heard a student attempt to get in, only to find that the door was locked. She raised an eyebrow at them as she opened the door, letting him inside.

“What the hell is this?” the student snapped, shock on his face.

“Take a seat,” Rose stated simply, “and I will explain.” She moved to stand in front of the counter that extended off the desk, looking out at the students with a faint smile. “As many of you have probably guessed by now, I am most definitely not Mr. Tucker. He has decided to take a leave of absence for the remainder of the semester, to, in his own words, ‘preserve the last of my sanity.’” There were some looks and snickers passed among the students, but she ignored them. “Because of that, you all get to see me every day until Winter Break. My name is Miss Miller, and I look forward to teaching you.” She motioned to the stations behind the students. “You should have picked up the packet by the door on your way in. This is for me to get a grasp of where y’all are, as this assignment will use things you have already covered in class.” She gave them a slightly bigger smile. “So, grab a partner and get to work!” She moved behind her desk--she knew it wasn’t hers, but it was easier to think of as hers for the time being--and watched as the students began to pair off. She was happy to hear only minimal grumbling, as the first part of the assignment had them working through basic stoichiometry, balancing equations and calculating moles of reactants and products, before going into the actual experiment. A little over halfway through the class, the student who had arrived late started to argue with his partner.

“I don’t see why you can’t do everything, you’ve already done most of the work,” he told the girl, leaning against the table, his chin resting on his fist.

“I’m not going to do everything, Janus,” she snapped. “And if I do, I’ll tell the sub you did nothing. You’ll fail.”

“Even if she believes you, we’ll just have a new one tomorrow,” he scoffed. Rose silently moved over, having been helping a pair of students a few stations over, standing behind Janus.

“Like I stated at the beginning of the period, I am going to be your teacher until Winter Break, roughly two months,: she said calmly. “I do believe Miss Winters is correct in her assumption that this is graded on participation as well as the assignment. So, with that in mind, I would suggest actually working with your partner, Mr. Riley.” Janus spun on the stool to face her.

“You’re just a sub,” he hissed at her. “I don’t have to listen to you.” She calmly nodded and stepped to the side.

“Then leave my classroom.” Janus stood, grabbing his bag and moving towards the door.

“It’s not your classroom, and it never will be,” he snapped before exiting the classroom, slamming the door behind him. The room fell silent, all eyes on Rose, and she sighed.

“Get back to work,” she spoke, still watching the door. “Miss Winters, you can finish on your own or join another group.” She walked back to the desk and called the office, letting them know what had happened, and that Janus was probably wandering around the school. The period ended not long after the incident, and she wasn’t surprised to see that no one had reached the experiment portion of the packet. “Don’t worry, just bring the packets back tomorrow. I didn’t expect anyone to finish today,” she smiled before the students left. Second period started with the same speech and introduction, though that class went much smoother. Third period rolled around, and Rose had slipped her jacket on, having gotten a bit chilly towards the end of the prior period. She felt eyes on her as the students trickled in, and she glanced over to see two students, one with a shock of purple hair and a studded jacket, the other with a shock of blue hair and a blue tie, watching her. She tilted her head slightly, watching them for a moment before turning her gaze back to the rest of the class. She gave her instructions, reminding them that she did not expect them to finish that day, then let them get to work. She gave the students time to pair off and get started before she began to wander around the room. Sometime into the class, while her back was turned to roughly half the class, she heard the shutter sound from a phone’s camera, causing her to straighten up from where she had been helping a pair of students. She glanced behind her, frowning.

“While I don’t mind you using phones for music or calculators, I sincerely hope none of you are using it to cheat,” she stated. “Carry on.” With that, she went back to helping students. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the shutter sound was significant, but she tried to ignore it for the rest of the class period. As the bell rang for fourth period, and first lunch, she felt her phone vibrate with a text, or multiple, as the vibration started and stopped for a few moments. Once the vibration stopped, there came a knock at the door. She frowned. As she moved to open the door, she caught sight of a flash of pink through the window and sighed. “Dr. Picani,” she said, managing a faint smile as she opened the door. Emile Picani studied the young woman in front of him, noting the smile she gave him did not reach her eyes and she seemed stiff at the sight of him. “Come in.” She moved out of the way of the door, giving him space as he entered.

“It’s good to see you again, Rose,” he smiled, perching on the edge of a desk as she sat in the rolling chair. “Why didn’t you say you would be in town?” She shrugged, picking at a loose thread on the hem of her blouse.

“Didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” she replied, not looking at him. “It’s only til Winter Break anyways.” Emile frowned at that.

“What do you mean?” She looked up at him with a frown.

“Exactly what I said. The long-term substitute contract is up at Winter Break, so I’ll be leaving then.”

“Were you going to let us know you were in town?” She signed, rubbing a hand over her face.

“Maybe, eventually?” she told him, sounding drained. “I honestly have no idea, Dr. P.” He nodded at that. “Was there anything else you needed?”

“My office is always open, Rosie,” he told her. “And not just the one here.” He stood, seeing her nod at his words, and let himself out of the classroom. Rose watched him go, glancing at the time to see that she only had about ten minutes before her fourth period started. She decided against looking at her phone, knowing she wouldn’t be able to put on a good enough face for the students if she did. She did spend five minutes doing a simple meditation to clear her mind, allowing her to get back into the mental space for teaching.

The final three periods of the way passed with relative ease, though she did notice a pastel punk watching her during fourth period and a punk with red hair watching her during sixth. As she closed the door behind the last of her students, Rose’s mind went to the notifications she had gotten earlier in the day. She wasn’t sure if they were texts or not, but she had the time to check now that she had her conference period. She sat behind the desk, pulling her phone from her jacket pocket and checking the notifications. She winced as she saw the messages and opened the conversation, reading through the texts she’d been sent. Her eyes lingered on the last message.

Call me when you get a chance. Before school gets out. She did a mental check of herself, nodding slightly when she found she did have the energy for the conversation to be had. She put on a smile and pressed ‘call,’ only a small part of her wishing the call would go to voicemail. It rang once, twice, three times before the line was picked up. There was silence for a moment, and her smile slipped.

“Remy?” she asked.

“Rosie,” Remy said after a moment. “Why did I have to learn you were back in town from a picture?”

I am recycling the taglist from the old story, if anyone wishes to be removed, please let me know!

@asofterfan, @thebesttable, @rptheturk, @theinternethaslife, @wildhorsewolf, @puns-and-patton, @thenachoduckof-fandoms, @kanejandkruge, @the-homelessone, @grey-lysander, @confinesofpersonalknowledge, @coffeestudylive, @a-whole-lot-of-screaming, @the-straight-as-a-circle-girl,@anxie-teaa, @pinkeasteregg, @team-free-squiggle, @jamiecambrera, @nienna14

[stridermagic]

My fics!

New Year, belated new status post

I am tentatively going to try to make 2025 the year where I finish some old fics. I'm slowly working on finishing Ice Queen and just posted the new chapter for that!

I am also working on a lot of new soulmate HP crossover fics.

Owen Grady(Jurassic Park)

Tony DiNozzo(NCIS)

Homelander(The Boys) -- this is still cooking; haven't picked out the soulmate trope yet

Acheron(Dark Hunter series)

McDanno+Harry(Hawaii 5-0)

Murtagh Morzanson(Eragon)

Thranduil(Hobbit)

I'll finish Kinktober 2024 before too long. That's been fun to write!

I'll work on and finish Harry/Daemon "Playing with Fire"!

I've got a Harry reborn as Rhaenyra being written.

I might even write a Harry/Daemon/Rhaenyra fic somewhere along the way.

I've got a HP/Torchwood on the way, possibly with a little mpreg on Jack's side.

Anyway, that's the plan for 2025.

[itinerant-monk]

Uploading the first 6 chapters of my "hellfic" on Ao3 very soon. Note: Hellfic is not the official title, its just my name for it because I've restarted this damn thing twice.

Why am I uploading 6 chapters? I like to upload in batches rather than chapter by chapter, it just makes things easier. I may upload some character sketches as bonus content after the batch just as extras. I finished 11 chapters so far but to prevent creative burnout, I'm switching gears to art for a bit before I start on the following chapters.

That's about it. Its coming I swear. 🫠

[anonymolly]

giver of phantasm orgasms always on

my periphery my skin my fingers my

waistline when I tuck my phone between

my hem and my high rise panties wet

for you at night when you aren’t here—

you never are. I bite my tongue, I swallow

because that’s what good girls do, I

I I I sound like a stubborn child, too dumb

to know what I’m demanding or how

to get it, too young for what I wear or don’t

under sundresses at the Dairy Freeze

where I should be with you, you, you,

you are in my pocket— “did you miss me?”

yes, my love, of course. all day long

while you were at work, not thinking of me.

[molly-luxton]

i have pink flowers on my arm forever now and they glow under black light too !!!

♡ Pink Flowers ♡

[stay-close]

It’s kinda pointless to fight for what you want when what you want continues to break your heart.

Molly McAdams

[bigfootsmom]

do you have any snippets of the bucktommy petplay? 🥺

hey anon guess what, I have something even better than a snippet. The fic is getting posted some time tonight :3 but for now, I will give you a snippet and treat this as my fuck it friday! thank you to the lovely and talented @bidisasterevankinard, @tizniz, and @honestlydarkprincess for tagging me <3 <3 <3

Rough denim scrapes over the red hot skin of Buck’s ass and thighs as Tommy blankets him with his body.  “You’re going to take what I give you, when I give it to you.” Tommy’s voice rumbles through his chest where it’s pressed against Buck’s sweat sticky back. “So all you have to do, pup, is lie there and take it.”  Tommy punctuates his words by drawing back and slapping his cock against Buck’s twitching hole. It makes him jolt and his hips jerk back automatically. Tommy pulses his grip on Buck’s hip, warning him. It takes a concerted effort, but Buck manages to still his hips, forcing himself to relax against the bed.  “Good boy.”

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[madiebethsmind]

hunter masterlist make me go feral 🥵😤

HUNTER MASTERLIST

Each story below focuses on Hunter, with pairings for each story indicated along with summaries.

Stories marked with an asterisk (*) contain sexual, though not explicit/graphic, content.

My ratings are as follows: G (all ages), T (13+), M (18+)

Last updated: June 26, 2024

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SERIES

senator’s shadow • fem!reader Clone Force 99 is assigned as your protection when you embark on a risky diplomatic mission, and a certain sergeant starts to get protective of you.

ONE-SHOTS

refuge• reader After his confrontation with the bounty hunter, Hunter’s in desperate need of reassurance that only you know how to provide.

desperation• reader You venture alone to rescue Hunter, unable to wait any longer—for better or for worse.

wounds unseen • reader You and Hunter help each other through the fallout of Omega’s capture on Pabu.

borrowed time • reader You can’t stop staring at Hunter during a mission, and little do you know just how distracting it is for both him and you.

rush• reader You and Hunter have to make a risky escape when the end of a mission goes sideways, though even an exit gone wrong has a bright side.

at victory’s end• reader You help Hunter to recover from the lasting effects of Hemlock’s torture on Tantiss.

the art of letting go• reader After Omega leaves for her new adventure, you seek to comfort the one who’s sent her off.

in peace, there is love• reader Months after Tantiss in the peacefulness of Pabu, you find it impossible to ignore the feelings you’ve always had for Hunter.

reckoning • reader When you and Hunter are left at Hemlock’s mercy, you fight your hardest to avoid becoming the scientist’s cruel bargaining chip.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

“Your hair is really soft.” (x)

“You’re just a softie.” (x)

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all”, “Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you”, and “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” (x)

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.” (x)

“I didn’t know where else to go.” (x)

“Everything’s gonna be okay.” “Promise?” “Promise.” (x)

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.” “Come back to bed.” and “Promise me you’ll still be here when I wake up.” (x)

KISS PROMPTS

Kisses for a cover (x)

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[ubeb0nes]

Councilor Sevika trying to balance between staying true to her people with her heels dug into the ground, and also assimilating just enough with the enemy (Piltover, as a whole, really) to get them to let their guard down- or really, to just listen.

Councilor Sevika hanging up the Jackpot Arm in exchange for a more everyday-functional setup, or often just no arm at all.

Councilor Sevika who does this pointedly to show the rest of the Council that she doesn't need a metal arm to impose her presence or to feel secure

Councilor Sevika who hates getting all gussied up, but Shoola insists that the other Councilors will be a little more amiable if she does. Sevika despises that she has to compromise in the first place, but if Zaun becomes freer the more she takes herself apart, then so be it.

Councilor Sevika who sees Isha in all the children of Zaun who look at her in awe.

Councilor Sevika who bites back her rage whenever another councilor says they're impressed by how well-read or well-spoken she is, or smiles and nods as they listen to her proposals with a vacant look in their eyes.

Councilor Sevika who is the angriest she's ever been in this era of "peace".

Councilor Sevika who pulls a grieving Ekko aside and tells him that the future is in his hands, but she'll sharpen the mantle as best as she can before she hands it to him

Ekko who has a statue put up of Councilor Sevika in the same square as Vander's. The plaque reads 'The Lanes' Most Loyal, Zaun's Iron Hand'

Councilor Sevika thinks that's corny, but hugs the kid anyway.

Councilor Sevika who never lets herself be truly happy, because she's scared she'll forget everything she and her people have been through.

[mollydewinter]

pleased to announce that chapter 3 of eleven weeks is officially over at 31 pages and 13.5k words 🥳🥳🥳im not gonna proofread all that tonight so u guys bear with me a lil while longer <3

[tubborucho]

makes sense

[asoftepiloguemylove]

THERE'S ALWAYS MORE // ON HEALING

Mandy Hale // 小年的你 Better Days (2019) dir. Derek Tsang // Molly McCully Brown "Poetry, Patience, and Prayer" from Places I've Taken My Body // B.N Pressman Stories of My Childhood // Karin Hadadan Little Moments of Joy That are Actually Big Things // Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells // unknown // Patrick Ness More Than This // unknown // Honey Boy (2019) dir. Alma Har'el

[a-most-beloved-fool]

Kira has a nightmare, one night when she's staying at the O'Brien's. Miles and Keiko, sleeping in the other room, don't hear her get up - but Molly does.

And Molly, being clever and kind, knows exactly what to do when someone has a nightmare. (Or, at least, she knows what her parents always do for her.) So she sits Kira down and brings her a glass of warm milk, and sits by her side as she drinks it.

Then, she takes Kira by the hand and leads her - to her parents bedroom. "I always sleep with mommy and daddy after a nightmare," she explains, when Kira stops outside the door. "It helps! Mommy chases the scary things away. And Daddy is warm."

"Molly," Kira says quietly, a little embarrassed, "I don't think your parents want me in their bed. Even if I did have a nightmare."

"No, they won't mind!" Molly assures.

Then, of course, Miles wakes up.

"Molly?" he asks, voice rough with sleep. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"No, but Miss Kira did!"

And now Keiko's awake, too, sitting up and saying, "Nerys? Are you alright?"

Mortified, Kira says, "Yes, I'm fine, I was just - on my way back to bed. Molly brought me here. I'm - sorry for waking you. I'll just be-"

"You can stay, if you want," Miles offers.

Kira doesn't quite think she heard him right. "What?"

"You can sleep here, if you think it might help," Keiko says.

"Or even if you don't!" Miles adds.

Kira opens her mouth, then closes it again. "I, uh-"

Keiko gets up, and takes Kira, gently, by the hand. Her palm is soft, Kira can't help but notice.

"Brr, it's freezing out here!" Keiko says, tugging Kira along. "You'd better get in before you catch your death of cold. Miles is practically a furnace, so you'll be nice and warm with us."

"And, Molly, you'd best go back to bed, too. You've got school in the morning," Miles says, as Keiko bundles Kira into the bed between them.

As Molly makes her way out, Keiko swings a lazy arm over Kira's back. "Sleep," she hums. "We'll be here in the morning."

Kira, feeling warm and cared for and more than a little overwhelmed, does.

[nellasbookplanet]

I've been thinking about Mollymauk, as I'm periodically wont to do, and the fandom discussion about him as a moral compass. Because the interesting thing here is, Molly wasn’t a very moral character. He was an unrepentant scammer. He had no respect for interpersonal boundaries and would deliberately push and break them. Generally, he was an asshole. As far as actually having a strong moral stance I would say Fjord was the standout of early m9, and to some extent Beau.

But here’s the thing: almost all of early m9 thought of themselves as horrible people. Fjord had been bullied so bad growing up that he still dealt with self-hate from it, and now suffered from survivor's guilt to boot. Caleb had killed his own parents. Beau, while she hated her dad, also had internalized self-hate and on some level thought she’d been such a shitty daughter she deserved his treatment. Nott was stuck in a body she considered monstrous. Yasha had survivor's guilt and knew she’d done bad things in her blank spots. Even when they did good, they didn’t think of themselves as good. Most of them were suspicious and asocial and faced the world with the same kind of distrust they expected to be (and were experienced in being) met with. (Jester was an exception, an agent of neither good nor bad but of amoral chaos)

But Molly was different. He was outspoken about loving life and people. He wanted to spread joy, even to people he didnt know or had even met: he slipped coin into people's pockets, hid a silver in a tree just so some stranger would one day be happy to find it. He openly cared for the party early on; was one of the first to step in and help Caleb when he went catatonic in battle. Above all, Molly had rules: where everyone else would agonize over what was the right or wrong or smart thing to do, Molly loudly proclaimed we don't leave people behind, and we leave every place better than we found it.

But the thing about Molly’s rules was, they were largely a cover. While the rest of the m9 thought they were bad even as they did good, Molly thought of himself as good even as he did bad. He scammed people, but made it a good and memorable experience, therefore thinking he gave more than he took. He charmed Nott and Fjord without consent, and when confronted would claim it was to help them. Out of the group, Beau saw through this, not because she was a better person but because she was a cynic. She saw that he caused harm, just as she did, and was personally affronted that he still thought of himself as good and tried to leave people happy, whereas she deliberately left every place worse than she found it.

I see Molly as a moral compass of the group not because he was actually any more moral than them, but because they made him their template. He was joy and brightness and he died trying to save them because it was the right thing to do, and they all chose to honor him by emulating his rules more than Molly himself ever did, because to them it was more than just a cover, backed up by genuine moral thought and discussion rather than small gestures. He taught them that it was possible to be kind of a shit person and still be good, to still love yourself and others. The idealized Molly they created never existed, and finally died for good when they resurrected him in the end and were met with a stranger, who they welcomed with the same love and care they would've expected Molly to show them.