#but also on the ride back home without her i was thinking of scenarios where we were just talking and stuff and uhm. yeah.

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hi, hi!! if you don't mind, could you please write some headcanons about how Baji will behave in love (when he is somewhere around 12-13 years old), and also about how his friends will tease him/help him. In one of Wakuya's posts it was indicated that he is not interested in a relationship, but nothing can protect him from falling in love. (female reader please and you can make her anyone you want, someone's sister, friend, classmate, etc.)

Sure! I see a lot of people want Baji content since lot of people requests him and I dunno why but this makes me happy lol. Thank you so much for requesting<333

Baji has never been in love before and he wasn't interested in relationships as well. Rather, he wanted to focus on Toman. Relationship would have gotten in his way. That's what he thought.

But what is this unfamiliar yet nice feeling he gets whenever he sees you? It's like thousands of butterflies fly in his stomach.

When Baji would fall in love, he'd be very confused with what he feels. He's not sure because he has never experienced this before and sometimes, it's hard to say if you love someone romantically or platonically.

He'd definitely tell his mom about you, sometimes even without realising and when Ryoko asked him "Are you in love with her?" that's when he considered the possibility that he might have actually fallen in love.

Gosh he'd look forward to see you every single day. A type of boy who would walk you to anywhere you go just so he could spend time with you. He'd take you anywhere because "he has a bike and it's faster than walking" but what he truly wanted was to spend time with you.

His cheeks would immediately get red if you would compliment him.

Toman was newly formed, hence he needed to fight a lot with founding members to make Toman grow. That's why he thought that confessing and being in relationship at this moment would be troublesome.

He acted normally with his friends but they still noticed slight changes in Baji, though they didn't give that much thoughts back then.

That is, until Pah chin and Mitsuya caught him walking with a girl. With Pah chin's urging and Mitsuya being curious himself, they decided to follow you two a bit. Except then Kazutora popped out of nowhere and now three of them were following you two.

Next day Pah chin immediately started teasing Baji with something like "I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Baji!" and Baji would be confused at first before he'd blush madly.

Kazutora and Pah chin gave him NO BREAK from their teasings and for more, they were urging him to confess already. But Baji didn't want to rush things, he had to think about it all himself.

His personality or behaviour around others wouldn't change, but if you would compare how he acts around you to how he acts with his friends usually, you'd immediately know that he's in love with you. Ofc you didn't know how he was with his friends tho.

Let me name one scenario where Baji was riding with Toman captains and he just saw something from the store that just reminded him of you. He'd immediately stop the bike to buy it and give it to you later. (he'd have to deal with lot of teasings from his friends).

People say that love makes you weak but if it's for you, Baji gladly would be weak and vulnerable, even if he dislikes being such. If it's for you, he doesn't mind.

He has accidentally spoken about you so many times. Like he'd be thinking about you a lot, so often he'd just blub out anything about you.

He took you to his home because "you'd help him with his studies" and Ryoko treated you like her daughter already rather than as Baji's friend. (He never stopped talking about you with her).

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I hope you're satisfied! Thank you for requesting. This was so fun to write!

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How about first time/losing virginity to Best friend Billy Hargrove

First Time [B.H]

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, virginity loss

"I like him, I don't like him"

Every time your heart said you liked him, your brain instantly shut it down. Why? Because you didn't like him. He was your best friend. A man you could trust who'd take care of you without expecting something in return. And okay, sure he was smoking hot. And you'd absolutely stare at his bulging biceps a little too long when he was done getting a pump at the gym. And fine, maybe sometimes you did look at the bulge in his sweatpants and think about how big his cock was; how it would feel for him to wrap his big arms around you and slam you down on it not letting you cum until you'd finally admit-

"Fuck, I like him."

Spring came and went fast, but little did you know you'd be coming even faster.

Billy was the type of boy that teachers warned you about and your parents scorned you to stay away from. He had a tough, bad boy looking exterior; but on the inside, he was the sweetest boy you'd ever known.

Whenever you were stressed in the library, head in your hands, Billy would come over and ask to sit with you. His warm presence automatically lifted you up as he tried, but failed, to help you with your homework and distract you by cracking dumb jokes; which still made you laugh.

He'd drive you home from school in his Camaro so you didn't have to take the bus. Giving you his extra pair of sunglasses and looking over at you with a smile when the wind would blow your hair into your face. Just driving through town enjoying each others company.

He was also someone you trusted. You'd have deep conversations with him where you'd tell him about all your boy issues, and about the ones who made you uncomfortable. Billy promised to always protect you from them.

He never tried to hit on you or imply anything sexual with you. It was always just sweetness. Telling you how beautiful you looked when you were a total mess. Holding your hand when crossing the street to buy you ice cream. And inviting you over all the time where you'd sit together on his bed watching cartoons. Maybe sitting a little too close to each other.

This is the way it had always been. You knew that Billy would be a perfect boyfriend to some girl but you'd just presumed you weren't her. Not because you didn't want that necessarily, but because you expected that it was off the table. That is until June rolled up with the last day of school.

❊ ❊ ❊

"Hey Y/N," Billy appeared behind your locker making you jump.

"Oh, sorry. Did you want to get ice cream after school with me?" he asked playing with his fingers.

You lost all focus, your eyes were staring at his hands and you cursed at yourself for the scenarios you were imagining.

You thought about his big hands holding your waist. How they would feel grabbing your ass. How his slender fingers would reach so deep inside your p-

"Y/N?"

"What? Oh, yeah sure. I'd love to," you said, coming back to reality.

Fuck. Billy was your best friend. You weren't supposed to be having all these dirty thoughts about him.

"Okay, great," he smiled. "I'll pick you up at 3."

As you watched him leave you felt so guilty — but mostly horny.

Admittedly, this wasn’t the first the time you thought about Billy in a sexual way.

There were those nights you were sprawled out on your bed, and your hand would reach underneath the soft fabric of your panties to rub your at pussy. Thinking about Billy behind you, tugging your waist into his own, plunging his thick cock inside of you. Forcing you to swallow his cum. Or maybe you’d be on top of him riding his cock while his warm moans echoed against your throat.

You'd like to think this mindset was a phase, and only temporary, but it had been slowly getting worse since you'd first met him.

The rest of the school day was filled with humid classes, boring speeches, and a wet pussy.

As the final school bell rang signaling summer vacation, you slowly made your way out the doors following the crowd. Feeling the instant sting of the sun on your shoulders as your fingers played with your tank top strings. Squinting from the yellow sun in your eyes, you looked around for Billy’s car. When you heard the rattle of gears scraping against metal, you knew to follow the sound. There Billy was laughing whilst revving the engine of his Camaro. You broke out a shy smile. It was an inside joke between the two of you. One of Billy’s main ways of attracting girls was through his car. The sound of rust grinding somehow turning them on. That kind of shit never impressed you though. Which was something Billy liked. You were different.

“Hop in, Y/N,” he said, popping the door open for you.

You crawled inside. Shaking your ass a little to get adjusted. Billy unconsciously stared at it. It didn’t help you were wearing your tiniest pair of denim shorts. You changed into them earlier in the locker room just to tease him. Your squinted eyes peered up at up at him while his hand naturally went to grab yours, squeezing it.

“We made it!” he exclaimed with a dumb, toothy smile. “Free at last!”

“I’m still surprised you didn’t flunk out,” you teased with a smile and a hand in your hair. You put on a pair of your red, heart-shaped glasses you kept in his cup holder. He had bought you them as a joke but you loved how cute they looked.

“That’s all thanks to my amazing tutor.”

It was true. When Billy briefly mentioned how bad his grades had fallen. You were the only one who actually cared. The only one that was there for him, and help him get them up. You’d come to his place every week with flash cards and quiz him on all his subjects. You were the reason he was able to pass his classes. And he appreciated it more than you'd ever know.

“I’m really proud of you Billy,” you said, tapping your cherry nails on the top of his hand.

“Now let’s get that ice cream you promised me.”

Billy’s face was covered in a sincere smile as he pulled the gear stick into drive and drove off leaving behind a contrail of gray, puffy smoke. The aroma of petrol lingered in the air.

❊ ❊ ❊

Riding in Billy’s car was like kissing summer. The wind blowing in your air. The sun shining on his steel, finished hood making tiny icy reflections. The smell of citrus and diesel. There was an invisible string of chemistry between the two of you. You felt it reeling you into Billy and you hoped he’d felt it too.

When you heard the click of his blinker, you knew you’d arrived. Billy hopped out first and grabbed your hand to help you. It was little actions like that in which you’d always remember.

You both got the largest ice creams you could. Sitting on a white, wooden bench, laughing. Enjoying the taste of sweet strawberry.

Billy was always very touchy way with you in the most adoring way. It was his love language. But something about today was different. It felt to you less playful and more passionate. The way his hand moved from the small of your back—squeezing your hand—and then settling on your naked thigh. You stared at your melting ice cream, unable to even look at him. His strong arms poking out of his black tank top, the bulge in his gym shorts, the stained, snug look that was always on his handsome face.

Your ice cream was dripping and so was your pussy.

“Hey, uh. I didn’t know if you were doing anything tonight. But maybe you’d wanna come over and celebrate at my place together. There's some things I wanted to say to you. I mean, you're the only reason I made it through this year.”

You hoped to god he’d mistake your blushing cheeks for sunburn.

“Sure, why not,” you giggled.

“Ok. Great,” he smiled scratching his head. You loved it. The way everyone built him up to be such a tough, bad boy. But how soft and shy he was around you. You loved how nervous he’d get when asking you to hang out with him, yet play it off like its no big deal. When in his head he's praying for you to say "yes".

Billy didn’t have a great life at home. He didn’t have people who supported him, or even cared whether he failed out of school or not. All he had was you. But you cared so much. You wanted nothing more than to see him do good and cheer him on the whole way there. Billy never took you for granted. He never had a girl like you who saw him for anything more than sex. And for that, he was so incredibly grateful for you.

Suddenly, unable to control yourself. You kissed his cheek with your cold, strawberry lips. Watching how it instantly turned red. Before he could say anything, you quickly stood up and plucked a wildflower, placing it in your hair. You walked back over to him with a smile and stood between his spread legs. Your faces inches apart.

“Look how pretty,” you said. Grabbing his much larger hand to touch it.

“Almost as pretty as you,” he said confessionally.

You blushed so hard. Not knowing what to say or do. Despite the blazing heat, you were frozen. Frozen in time with this man in front if you. Your bodies radiating love to one another. Your heart jittery from the touch of his hand and the way his sunset eyes were glued onto you. The sun could explode right now and you wouldn’t even notice. A cage of exotic butterflies were unleashed in your tummy.

You held onto his left calloused hand and spun. A contagious smile washed over his face as he watched you. Teeth shining brighter than the rays of sun. His tan skin as creamy as honey. He could’ve got down on one knee right then and there.

It was a beautiful day. The sun beaming over your heads like a spotlight. Green grass contrasting the blue sky. Cotton balls of pollen hopping around like bubbles in the wind. But the most beautiful of all was the man standing in front of you.

You absorbed each others energy. Reminiscing on memories from the past year. The time when you saw a cherry tree and Billy held you on his broad shoulders so you could pick the fruit. And how you later tripped and stained your white skirt red. Making Billy carry you back to the car.

You remembered all the late nights of tutoring Billy. Where you’d both crash from exhaustion. How he’d be a gentleman and give you his bed while he slept on the floor. How you secretly wished he would share the bed with you. Cuddling his pillow that smelled like him. Pretending it was him.

❊ ❊ ❊

Before long, you were back in the Camaro heading to his place. Head looking out the window peacefully, but sadly because Billy wasn’t yours. He always right there, so close to you. Yet so far away. You didn’t want to risk destroying the relationship that you’d had, but some friendships were made to be broken. You sighed.

The gravel grumbled under his tires as he pulled up to his trailer.

“Here we are.”

Billy carried your school bag with his own as you followed him inside.

You entered his trailer and made your way to his room. Billy’s bedroom was a small, but cozy sanctuary. A safe place that housed so many memories. You hopped on his unmade bed, legs dangling off the edge.

Billy came over to you and rubbed your thigh. You felt your heart free fall.

“I just wanted to say that I’m really grateful for you Y/N. You were always there for me when I needed someone. I hope I can do the same for you.”

Your cheeks felt like they were going to explode.

“Awe, of course Billy. I’m always here for you. You’re very special to me.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into you. You were instantly at peace. He was your home. With his chin resting on top of your head, you’d wish you could stay like that forever; together.

“Hey uhm, why did you kiss my cheek like that earlier?” he asked hiding his hands in his short pockets.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “You just looked really cute I guess.”

“I could say the same about you,” he laughed.

Your hands naturally went to play with your hair. It was one of those awkward moments where you didn’t know what to say. Was he flirting with you? Do you flirt back? What if that’s not what he was implying at all. What if you ruin everything.

“Let’s play a game,” you said. “Truth or dare.”

Billy sat in the floor and looked up at you. Squinting his eyes like you were his prey.

“You go first.”

“M-kay, truth or dare Billy.”

“Dare.”

Oh, the things you could dare him to do. Kiss your lips until you suffocate. Lick your pussy. Fuck you on his bed...

“I dare you to slap yourself in the face”

Lame.

He landed quite a hard slap to his face making you giggle. Making you daydream about him slapping your ass while balls deep inside you.

“Alright, truth or dare, Y/N”

“Truth.”

You watched as Billy furrowed his eyebrows and strokes the stubble on his chin.

“Have you ever faked an orgasm?”

Your pussy literally gasped.

“I’ve never actually done it before.”

“What, have an orgasm?”

“No, I’ve never had sex before,” you kicked your legs nervously.

Billy almost didn’t believe you. You had told him everything. Or so he thought. You were so a beautiful girl. Out of his league he assumed. How could you be a virgin?

“Oh, so are you waiting for marriage?”

“I’ve just never really had the opportunity. I want to do it with a guy I can trust.”

“That’s understandable,” he lowered his chin. “You deserve that.”

Your heart was beating so fast you felt like you were going to pass out.

“Truth or dare, Billy.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Billy’s eyes glowed.

“Is that what you really want?”

“Fuck, Billy. Just come here and kiss me.”

Billy practically ran to your body sitting on the bed. Cupping your face with his big hands as his lips collided against yours. He tasted forbidden. Like the first bite out of the apple in Eden. He eagerly stuck his tongue in your mouth which you encouraged by sucking on it.

Hit calloused fingertips traced your skin like warm sandpaper. His hot breath mixing with your own. You were right where you were supposed to be. All the stars and galaxies somehow aligned to put you in this exact moment; together. After all these years of jarring up your feelings, you were finally brave enough to open the lid.

“Billy, I want you to fuck me.”

Billy couldn’t believe the dirty words coming out of your sweet lips. He put his hand on his head. Unable to think straight with all the blood going to his cock, and the thought of fucking his best friend.

“I hope you know I didn’t invite you over here just to get in your pants,” he said sincerely.

“I know, I know Billy. I’m ready now and I want it to be you. I always have.”

“Are- are you sure?” he stumbled on his own words. Waiting for the word, "yes," so he could finally do what he’s wanted to since his eyes first saw you.

“Yes, please.”

He quickly planted one more kiss to your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

❊ ❊ ❊

Billy's hand cupped your jawline, pulling you into his lips. It was warm. The way his lips felt, his taste of honey that dripped down your throat and filled you with sweetness. Your lips fluttered with one another’s.

Before you knew it, you were reached to bring his hand under your t-shirt. Holding onto his wrist and guiding his palm. You could see the shock in his face. He didn’t know what to do. You were in control.

Billy cleared his throat.

His hands roamed your tits. Whatever Billy was touching felt good whether that was your hand, your chest, your pussy. You wanted his electric touch all over your body. You needed him everywhere at once.

You guided Billy's hand in pulling off your shirt. Tossing it on the carpet of his messy bedroom floor. Billy stared at your bare tits like they were the light beyond heavens door. His big hands engulfed them and squeezed them hard, but somehow angelically. You threw your head back in pleasure. His mouth peppering your exposed throat in kisses and soon to be hickeys. Sucking on your delicate skin.

"Feels good?" he asked with a raspy tone. His hot breath beating on your throat made your nipples harden. His fingertips definitely noticed.

"So good Billy," you nearly cried. "No one's ever touched me like this before."

You could see by how he cocked his brow that your words raised his ego. He kept quiet with a smug look to his face and continued massaging your delicate tits. Your eyes fixated on the bulge in his gym shorts. It was always apparent, but it was significantly bigger now. You could always tell Billy had a big dick. He constantly had to readjust his pants. Sometimes you'd be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his round cock head highlighted deliciously in his grey gym shorts. You'd wanna crawl between his legs right there and milk him with your sweet mouth.

You reached for his cock and rubbed it through the fabric of his shorts. It seemed so large and intimidating against your small hand. You could feel it chubbing up. He let out little whimpers into your neck.

"Can I play with your cock Billy?" you asked with a sweet voice and Bambi eyes.

"Fuck, Y/N..." was all he said. His face red and already beating with sweat like he had just finished a brutal workout.

You crawled over to him and pulled his shorts down curiously. You jumped back a bit when his giant cock sprang out hitting your lower lip. The tip already glazed with precum.

"I don't know what to do Billy," you pouted. "Tell me how to make you cum."

"Oh...fuck," he groaned. Billy was already trying not to bust a huge load all over your pretty face just from the dirty words coming out of your voice so heavenly.

"Spit in your hand for me sweetheart, ok?"

"Then use both hands to stroke it up and down."

You followed his orders. Spitting in your tiny hand and then coating your saliva along his cock. You had to spit in your hand a second time to fully lubricate it. Soon, his pink cock was bulging and completely painted in your saliva.

You shuffled your body closer to him and wrapped both hands around him. You looked up at him and batted your cartoon eyes. Slowly moving them down his impressive length. You started at his leaking head and moved down the shaft. Once you reached his big balls, you moved it up again. Going slow; painfully slow.

"A-am I doing it right Billy? Does it feel good?"

"Fuck," he groaned. His eyes wide with excitement as he watched you work.

"Feels too fucking good, you're such a good girl."

You smiled as your cheeks turned rosy.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" you asked nervously with a swallow.

"Goddamn baby," he whined. I'll guide you, okay?"

You nodded and stared down at his massive dick. Fuck, you thought. How were you supposed to fit that in your mouth?

Billy reached a hand to hold your hair behind your neck.

"Start slow baby, okay? Put the head in and I'll help you get the rest."

You looked down at his cherry mushroom head and licked your lips. Then, without hesitation wrapped your sweet lips around it and sucked. Tasting the salty precum as your tongue danced around it. You gazed up at him to see his reaction.

"Shit, baby," he exhaled. He looked like he was falling apart and you'd barely done anything.

"I'm gonna help you go down more, alright? Tap my thigh if it's too much."

With that, Billy took his free hand and pushed your head down his cock slowly. It didn't take long for him to hit your gag reflex and you frantically tapped his thigh. Your throat made a disgusting noise as your saliva poured down his cock and collected on his balls. He quickly pulled you off as you wiped your mouth. His cock and balls now dripping in your saliva.

"M sorry," you frowned. Looking up with him with glossy eyes.

"Can I try again?"

"You're doing fucking amazing," Billy reassured you, giving you a soft kiss to the forehead.

"We'll go slower this time, okay?"

You smiled bright enough to light the room and nodded.

This time, you were much more confident. As Billy guided you down his thick cock, you prepared yourself. Once his head started grazing your reflex, you trained yourself to not gag. Your mouth was more lubricated now than before which made it easier. You enjoyed the sentiment of having your best friends cock shoved down your throat.

Billy guided you about 3/4 the way down his cock before raising your head back up. Not wanting to push you too far on your first time. When his cock plopped out of your lips, a long string of saliva still connected it to your mouth. Billy smiled and wiped your lip with his thumb.

"Your cock tastes so good," you moaned. Still catching your breath.

"You did so good princess. I'm proud of you," he said rubbing your sore cheeks.

"I think I'm ready to feel your cock inside my pussy," you said bravely.

Truthfully, you were terrified. You had no idea what it was like to have anything up there besides your own fingers. Billy's cock was huge. Was it going to hurt? What if you couldn't handle it? But, taking one look at Billy made the worries in your head vanish. This is what you wanted, with who you wanted. And you were ready. You trusted Billy with your soul and you wanted no one other than him to cross this bridge with you.

Billy smiled at you and helped you undress. It was slow; sensual. You put your legs in Billy’s lap and watched him trail your panties down your legs. He looked up at you for validation; you nodded. Your panties were thrown in with the pile of your scattered clothes collecting on his floor.

You gasped as Billy gently pushed your body against the bed and held him self over you with one arm; his tricep muscle bulging. You slid his boxers down his calves and off his feet. Your hands naturally placed themselves on his bare ass.

With his free hand, Billy lined his pink, mushroom head up against the opening of your virgin pussy. You were the wettest you’ve ever been.

“I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

You smiled and nodded.

Once he slid his cock into your folds, your mind evaporated. Suddenly, you knew what it meant to be alive. The beating of your heart telling your mind that this is what you want; this is who you love. Pleasure, lust, love all filled your head.

It had been a tight squeeze just to get the head in. You felt your pussy get stretched out for the first time ever. The long blue vein of your best friends cock was coursing with lust. You could feel it pulsing inside you due to how hard he was and was continuing to become.

Your hands pulled him closer. Your legs spread open for him with your ankles tied around his thighs.

“Shit, you're tight,” Billy moaned.

He leaned down on his forearms. His face inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath against your lips every time he moaned. He slowly slid more of his cock into you.

"Tell me if it's too much, I don't wanna hurt you."

"No-no, fuck its perfect," your hand reached for his cheek. He smiled in relief as you pulled him in for a deep kiss. You almost suffocated from how good he was making love to you. His lips fluttering against your own, his hot breath in your mouth, his cock filling up your pussy.

"Gonna put the rest in okay?" Billy said in-between a kiss. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his head. You pulled him close; wanting his lips deep with yours in the moment he bottomed you out.

"Oh fuck...fuck-," he hissed. Suddenly, hips smashed into your own as his balls kissed your ass. His cock fully stretched you out. His head fell down to the side next to yours. You could hear his puppy whimpers in your ear.

"Holy shit," you whined. You felt a tear roll down from how incredible your pussy felt. You had never been this turned on before; never this wet. Your arms grasped his sweaty, broad back; needing something to hold onto as your pussy adjusted to having such a giant cock stretching it out for the first time.

It was exactly what dreamed on for so long coming true. Billy's body on top of you dominating you. His cock plunging into you marking you as his territory; his girl.

Billy's mouth never shut the whole time.

You two stayed like that for a while, needing time to fully process what was happening. From the day Billy first met you, this is all he wanted. All he ever wanted was to call you his girl. You were the star of all his dreams. His daydreams were he fantasized about kissing you and holding you tight. His wet dreams were he came to the thought of fucking you just like this, hearing you scream your name as he made you fall apart. Waking up drenched in his own cum.

But you felt better than he'd ever imagined. Better than his fist when he would jerk himself off to the thought of you under him. And the fact that he was lucky enough to be the first person to ever fuck you? He almost came at the thought. He wanted nothing more than to be the only person to ever fuck you.

Billy slowly introduced a bit of thrusting. Swinging his hips and pressing you into his mattress with the force of his body, the bed was squeaking. His rough hand gently caressed the side of your face, keeping your eyes glued to his own as he fucked you. You could hear how wet you’d gotten from the damp sound his cock made driving into your pussy. Billy was your guide. Guiding you from the realm of girlhood into womanhood. Introducing you to love. Real love. How beautiful it is to be loved and be able to experience it in such an intimate way. How in this moment with Billy’s body on top of your own, you felt one with him. Two hearts beating together and connected sexually.

“Goddamn. You feel so good,” Billy whined connecting his lips to yours. It was so much. Too much. But not enough at the same time. You needed more of him.

“Fuck me harder. Please Billy,” you damn near cried into his mouth.

Billy’s eyes beamed with determination as he pummeled his cock deeper into you using the force of his glutes. Your mouth dropped open at the sudden change of pace. Your body squirmed but Billy kept you pinned down with his muscular arm against your chest. Tears of immense pleasure rolled down your rosy cheeks. You were moaning so loud the books on his desk were shaking.

“Fuck!” you screamed. “My pussy loves your cock!”

Your tits bounced against Billy’s chest with every thrust. You felt the hair on his chest brush against them. You felt the beating of his heart and his warm exhales against your skin. The way he takes care of you everyday translated to the bed where he was entirely focused on making you feel good.

“Shit-shit.” Billy moaned frantically. His hand pushed his sweaty hair back.

You were chanting his name like a cheerleader. Telling him how good his cock felt inside you. Holding onto any part of him you could grasp for support as he destroyed your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum Billy!” you screamed breathlessly.

“Cum for me. Please baby. Cum all over my cock,” Billy begged. Continuing to plunge his cock into you. Droplets of sweat and precum spraying out each time his skin slammed into into you.

Your head felt dizzy; drunk by lust. The amount of pleasure your pussy was getting hammered with was intoxicating. You could feel how swollen it had gotten. Your insides began untying like a ribbon. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was giving up to the power of his cock.

“Fuck Billy! Fuck, I’m cumming!” you shrieked. Your mind ascended as you squirted all over Billy’s cock and bedsheets. Some droplets of your cum even sprayed onto the floor. You pulled him close to you, needing his comfort. The intensity of your orgasm was almost scary.

“Fucking shit,” Billy moaned at the beautiful sight of you falling apart under him.

“Need your cum,” you whined greedily. “Cum in my pussy.”

Billy’s strokes came to a stop. His body froze and you felt his cock twitching inside you and the warmth of his cum filling you up. It was satisfying feeling a mans cum inside you for the first time. Especially one who you trusted and loved so dearly.

The two of you had made a mess. Your pussy was overflowing like a cream pie with too much cream. Cum was dripping all down your thighs and Billy’s cock still tucked inside you. The two of you both sweating and panting, trying to catch your breath with heaving chests. Billy leaned down and smashed his lips against yours. His tongue interlocking with your own.

Billy tried to pull his cock out but you pulled him back.

“No. Stay,” you whined.

Billy smiled and plopped down next to you. Spooning you with his wet cock still tucked inside you. A puddle of your mixed cum collected on his bedsheets. His fingers combing through your hair. Untangling the strands that had become matted from him pounding you into the bed. He felt safe. Like home. Like the sun in your dark sky. You knew that this is where you were meant to be forever. In his arms. And you weren't gonna let any other of those basic bitches at school fuck your man.

“Truth or dare Billy?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to make me cum again.”

[cosmal]

hello!! can i request #5 from the scenario list with a sirius pls?? thank u lovely 💜💜💜

a secret

∗ o5﹕ sender comforts the receiver in the aftermath of a  nightmare.

content — sirius black x fem!reader

Sirius gets home later than he wanted to and doesn't expect the warm light that spills under the bottom of your bedroom door. He shucks off his shoes at your front door and makes sure it's locked before he heads to your room.

The door creaks open and he just catches you flinching where you're sat on the other side of the room. You sit at your window bench with your legs pulled up to your chin and the cold breeze blows over you where it tracks in through the open window.

"Darling," he says softly as if he'll disrupt the quiet blanketing the room. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

You turn your head to rest your cheek on your arm and the glow from your hanging star-shaped lights washes over your neck and shoulders. Sirius thinks about how cold you have to be in just a pair of sleep shorts and the vest that's riding up your back.

You sniffle, rubbing your cheek against your arm. "You're home," you sigh. Sirius's heart feels heavy in his chest for a moment. You sound small.

"You okay?" he asks, padding softly across your rug to where you're sat. He places his hand on your cheek and startles to find it damp. "Honey..." he coos.

You close your eyes under his heavy hand and wrinkle your face up to hold back your tears. You're like ice under his touch. He leans forward to close your window and sits down at your feet.

"Did something happen?" he asks, trying to keep the panic hidden from his voice. If he freaks he'll definitely only make things worse. He stays calm for your sake only, because he really is worried.

"I had a bad dream," you say quietly, your voice thick with bubbling upset. "And then I woke up and you weren't here and I- I didn't know what to do."

"Oh, darling." He sounds just as soft as you do, though for a completely different reason.

He opens his arms to encourage you into them. You get up on your knees and shuffle over to him until you've got your shoulder tucked under his arm and your face pressed into his dress shirt. You've got your bent knees over his lap where he holds you closer with his hand spread over your leg right under your shorts.

He presses a kiss into the top of your head for good measure, it's more selfish than anything. He hasn't kissed you in hours and now he's home, you've been all upset without him. He feels apologetic more than anything.

"I'm sorry I was out for so long," he says into your hair.

"Don't be," you mumble. He can hardly hear you but he's not expecting anything more right now. "Don't be sorry, it's okay. It's over now."

"How long have you been up for?"

You shiver and SIrius tugs you closer. He'd get you in his lap if he thought you'd want it. "Not too long." He doesn't know if he believes you because you'd definitely lie just to keep him happy. He also doesn't want to talk about it right now if you don't want to.

"You should've called me, sweetheart, I would've come home," he says honestly. Because he would've. The boys would've understood, and even if by some hypothetical chance they didn't, he wouldn't have cared.

"I wasn't gonna ruin your night," you sniffle and push yourself closer like you're not in his space enough. Your hip digs into his and his arm has gone numb where it's pinned between the seat and your back but he doesn't care.

"James was pissing me off anyways," Sirius snorts. "He was pissed. Frank had him doing shots all night."

"Oh no," you sigh into his side. There's the barest smile on your lips which brings Sirius some comfort. "Poor Lily."

"Poor Lily," he agrees quietly. "I dropped him home. He broke one of her pot plants, she's not happy."

Then, he hears it. It's not loud, or overly exciting but it still lights Sirius's chest on fire. You giggle and try to smother it in the skin behind his chest. Covering your face, trying to hide the fact that you're laughing at your best friend's expense.

He looks down and feels your warming face under his hand. Your smile is killer and melts his heart like candy floss.

"You smell like brandy. Were you at The Swan?" you ask, sitting back so he can see your face.

He traces his thumb over the bow of your top lip and chuckles. "How did you know?"

You smile, kissing the pad of his thumb. His hand skips over your skin as you do so. "You and Remus always drink brandy there."

"True," he smiles. "God, can't hide anything from you, huh?"

"What would you be hiding, Black?" He thinks you almost bite him but decide against it.

He leans down like he's about to kiss you. His breath fanning over your lips. You close your eyes. "Can't tell you. It's a secret."

He kisses you before you can pretend to be offended.

[carlsdarling]

Forlorn Hope Part II

Flashback to how Sadie experienced the outbreak of wildfire.

WARNINGS: violence, angst, gore, no Carl in this chapter

25.06.2010, Atlanta, Georgia

Sadie looked at her plate in disgust. Fish, mashed potatoes and broccoli, it really couldn't get any worse. "When are you driving me to the riding stables?

“When you've finished eating,” her mother replied distractedly. She was engrossed in a fashion magazine.

Sadie rebelliously slammed the cutlery on the table. “But I don't like it!” she moaned.

“Will you be quiet,” Debra Baron chided her younger daughter. “Laurie's asleep. She still has a fever.”

As if Laurie, in her room at the other end of the huge ranch-style house, would notice what was going on in the kitchen. Sadie wrinkled her nose. In any case, for the past few days everything had revolved around Laurie, who had been attacked last weekend in a dark alley not far from the club where she had been partying. She had arrived home around two o'clock in the morning, crying and holding her bleeding shoulder. “But what happened?” Debra Baron had asked in dismay, imagining the worst possible scenarios. Sadie had woken up from the noise and crept to the stairs to listen.

“I was waiting for my cab outside Gironimo's,” Laurie sniffed in shock. “And suddenly this... this guy came staggering out of an alley, and he grabbed me, and he just bit me,” she wailed hysterically. “Just like that! I... I think he was sick,” she continued. “He looked like that. And he stank terribly, like rotten meat.” Her mother had pushed aside the thin, black blouse fabric, and Sadie - peering through the banister - could see a nasty bite mark.

“We should go to the hospital,” muttered her father, who probably didn't know what to make of it. “It needs to be disinfected and treated, and you should get a tetanus shot too.”

Following this event, however, Laurie's condition steadily deteriorated, the margins of the wound became inflamed and a fever set in. The family's GP prescribed an antibiotic, but saw no need for further action. This morning, the area around the wound had turned gray-green, it had looked disgusting, like decay, and Laurie's fever continued. Debra thought about calling the doctor again. “Sadie, please eat up,” she ordered sharply. “I didn't do this for nothing...” A barbaric scream shattered the silence of the house, and they both flinched. Laurie. “You stay here,” Debra ordered, rising to check on Laurie; she didn't notice Sadie sneaking up behind her. She opened the door to Laurie's room and registered the foul odor; the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, an atavistic instinct telling her to immediately lock that door from the outside and flee, but Debra was a privileged twenty-first century housewife whose attention bounced back and forth between preparing healthy meals, her appearance, the pony club, the next tennis match with her friends, hatha yoga and family life; she had completely forgotten how to listen to primal instincts and gut feelings. So she entered the room and approached the bed, leaving Sadie standing on the threshold. “Honey, Laurie, what is it?” she asked softly, flipping back the covers. “Jesus, you're burning up like a chimney, I have to...” She shrieked shrilly as Laurie's teeth dug into her left hand without warning.

Sadie in the hallway also screamed in horror and watched as her mother struggled to free herself from her sister's grasp and rushed towards the door; Laurie staggered after her, her face contorted into a grimace, and somehow it wasn't really Laurie anymore, but somehow it still was. Debra wrenched the key from the lock, slammed the door shut and locked it. Laurie threw herself against the thin white wood from the inside, raging and making inhuman noises. Debra and Sadie looked at each other in fear, Debra's hand was bleeding and the blood stained the carpet in a crazy pattern. “Can she come out, Mum?” Sadie asked in a thin, frightened voice.

“No,” Debra replied, hoping she was right, the wood bulging slightly outwards under Laurie's fury. She was at a loss and couldn't make sense of the situation, perhaps Laurie was suffering from some kind of psychosis. “I'll call your father.”

The look on her mother's face during the following phone call scared the hell out of Sadie, Debra's eyes widened fearfully and she stammered more than she spoke. “A plague? What kind of plague, Tom?” Realizing that Sadie was watching her intently, she tried to put on a good face. “Pack. I... I understand,” she then said tonelessly, her mouth set in stone. “Come on, let's get our suitcases,” she then announced with feigned cheerfulness, clapping her hands so that a few drops of blood were splattered. “We're going on a trip!”

“But what about Laurie? And the school? And the pony club?” grumbled Sadie, who was completely confused. “And my birthday party is on Saturday!” She stomped her foot indignantly.

Debra ignored the protest. “Now be a good girl and get things together for two weeks,” she babbled frantically and went up to the attic to get the suitcases. “We'll celebrate your birthday when we get back,” she promised. ”The party's just on hold, okay?”

It wasn't okay. Nothing was okay, as the terrible noises coming from Laurie's room made clear. Sadie preferred to comply and mechanically began to take underwear, socks, shirts and pants out of the cupboards and pile them up. It wasn't long before her father came home and she heard her parents discussing quietly in the hallway. Her mother cried and then her father disappeared into the master bedroom. When he came out again, Sadie was standing in front of him. “What do you want with that?” she asked accusingly, pointing at the gun in Tom Baron's hand. The gun looked strangely out of place there; Tom Baron was a stockbroker, not a contract killer, and he only had the Glock to defend himself and his family against burglars in an emergency. You never knew when the state-of-the-art alarm system might fail.

“Go back to your room, Princess,” Tom's voice sounded foreign and pressed. “And close the door.” Sadie did as she was told at first, but stubborn as she was, she immediately opened the door a crack again so as not to miss anything. She saw her father enter Laurie's room, then two shots rang out in quick succession and Tom Baron came out again, pale as death. Sadie couldn't speak, she was so confused. Debra was crouched next to the bathroom, crying and holding her injured hand. “We have to clean the wound,” Tom said grimly. “We won't be able to get away tonight, the highway is closed, everyone's just leaving town... But first thing in the morning. We can already load the car.”

Sadie wasn't stupid, she was more than aware that something was wrong, completely wrong, her parents were restlessly rushing through the house, gathering stuff that ended up in suitcases and bags in disarray. The fluorescent lights in the garage flickered, her father loaded heaps of tins of canned food into the trunk of the Lexus, despite her mother's strict condemnation of any kind of convenience food. “Dad, what about Daisy and Tornado?” Sadie thought anxiously about her two ponies. “What about Squibbles?” Squibbles was her cat.

Tom Baron gave his daughter a harried look. His tailored shirt had sweat stains under the armpits. “Where's Squibbles?”

“I don't know. Outside? I'll go and find him,” Sadie offered uncertainly, but her father grabbed her arm unusually firmly. “Ouch!”

“You're not going outside,” Tom ordered her. “If the cat's outside, there's nothing we can do for him. Otherwise, put him in the carrier.” Sadie searched the whole house for Squibbles, but she couldn't find the cat anywhere, and her tears began to flow. Her father just seemed to want to leave him behind. And he hadn't said a word about the ponies. She sobbed and found herself in her parents' bathroom, rummaging around in the medicine cabinet, taking a Valium from the tube labeled with her mother's name and swallowing it with tap water. Following an impulse, she put the tube in her trouser pocket.

The pills were Sadie's top secret, not even Victoria, her best friend, knew about them. They often helped her to block out her parents' evening bickering and she liked the soft absorbent cotton cloud on which the Valium transported her. Even now, the medication was doing its job and Sadie lay dozing on her bed, headphones in her ear. At some point, however, despite the Valium fog, she was suddenly overcome by a queasy feeling and switched off the music. Absolute silence. It was strange, given the hustle and bustle her parents had been in just a few hours ago, and she straightened up and slipped into her sneakers. They were probably busy in the garage with the car. Her father had been looking for road maps earlier.

Well, Sadie would go out and look for Squibbles now, whether she was allowed to or not, and she would find him. She wouldn't let him be left behind. She could leave the house through the back door in the kitchen; her parents wouldn't even notice. Quietly, she stalked down the stairs after putting on a hoodie. She tiptoed along the downstairs hallway, turned the corner to the kitchen - and froze. Her brain couldn't grasp what her eyes were seeing, it was too gruesome, so it only fed in fragmented images, like a shaky slideshow.

The kitchen cupboards, the fridge, the floor, Squibbles' feeding place, everything was smeared with a red substance. Blood, Sadie realized. The sight of the kibbles soaked in blood and swollen with it would be etched in her memory forever.

Her father was lying on his back on the floor, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, lifeless and broken. His stomach was torn open. Next to the corpse, her mother crawled around like a nightmare, her face completely covered in blood, and she dug around in her husband's intestines, greedily stuffing them into her mouth. Sadie stood staring dumbly, frozen in place, her infantile psyche on the verge of fainting to protect her from the unspeakable things happening in front of her.

Then Debra Baron emitted an animalistic snarl and lunged towards her daughter like a predator, grabbing at Sadie with fingers clutching scraps of fabric.

The stupor broke just in time, Sadie screamed piercingly, and then she turned and ran for her life. At first she wanted to run up the stairs, but at the last moment she changed her mind - she would be trapped upstairs. Instead, she made her way to the garage, down the back hallway, past the utility room, her mother hot on her heels. Or rather, the thing that had once been her mother.

She tried to close the middle door, severing one of Debra's fingers in the process, but Debra was too strong, she banged into the door, Sadie got a shove and fell, bruising her left elbow on the car. She screamed in pain as her arm went numb for a moment, but she rolled over and got back to her feet immediately. Her mother's teeth snapped into the air above her, and she crawled under the Lexus, sobbing. It smelled of oil and gasoline, and still the fluorescent lights flickered unimpressed, as if Sadie's life hadn't suddenly turned to sheer horror.

Debra stumbled around, growling, obviously not quite understanding where Sadie had gone. She waited until she saw her mother's feet staggering around the workbench, then scrambled out the other side - where the opening mechanism for the garage door was. Sadie frantically hammered on the switch, but once again the electronics didn't work; there was a crank, but she couldn't reach it, it was too small. Her mother attacked her mercilessly, teeth bared, chin bloodied, eyes white, and at the very last moment Sadie's eyes fell on Squibbles' cat flap set into the bottom right corner of the garage door. She dropped to her hands and knees, pushed the plexiglass away and crawled through the small opening, painfully scraping both of her hips. Sadie was lucky that she was small and slender for her age, much more petite than her classmates.

The asphalt of the driveway was sun-warmed under her hands, and she almost made it when her mother's hand closed around her left ankle. Sadie could already feel Debra's breath on her skin, and something inside her knew that if she was bitten, she was just as doomed. With all her strength, she kicked out backwards, right into her mother's face, felt her grip loosen, and finally managed to free her leg.

She was quick-witted enough to push a bucket of flowers in front of the cat flap so that the cat wouldn't return to this home, which was no longer a home and would never be one again.

Tags: @princess321

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Don't apologize for a long reply!!! I loved reading it!!! And I agree that changing the surroundings might help you, even going from sitting on the sofa to sitting on the floor might be helpful. I know it helps me with my ADHD when I'm studying. Also libraries or coffee shops where I feel like everyone is working on their projects motivates me to work on my stuff, so it's worth trying!

Also I had a discussion about omegaverse stories with my friends and there's one thing that made me wonder about wr worldbuilding. Or maybe a couple of things.

1. If the rut happens because it's a biological call to impregnate the mate, do they stop once the mate is pregnant? It's just funny to imagine Pretty and Chris, years in the future, her with a seven months pregnant belly and him being all "gotta make sure it sticks!!!" and her being like "babe it did months ago, you're not gonna fuck another one into me until this one comes out"

2. I assume that wolves can smell the hormonal changes from pregnancy since they can smell things like ovulation (which btw if I was a human partner I would be mortified because holy shit they can smell when I'm on period and they probably can smell my used tampons/pads or they can smell which cup I'm using to disinfect my menstruation cup oh my god)

Anyways back to the question

Do you think their smell changes gradually as the baby is growing in the belly or does it happen as the hormones change with the implantation? Because I can imagine both, but just the image of Chris looking like he's wagging his tail like in those videos of dogs hearing "do you want to go on a ride?" even though he's in his human form, with the biggest smile and shiny eyes, telling Pretty that she's pregnant even though it was only a couple of days... Idk the thought of werewolves being pregnancy detectors is just funny to me.

3. And since we're on the topic of smell, can wolves smell themselves? Like "oh shit that smells like my period is coming in a few days". Do wolves with uteruses even have periods? Dang, imagine being an alpha and being unlucky enough to have your period and rut at the same time...

Those are very weirdly specific and invasive questions but we had a 3AM conversation about different problems in omegaverse stories, so... I'm curious lol -🖤

omg bby i still haven't tried changing ANYTHING so i'm still struggling with the same things since you sent this like a month ago lol. i'm my own worst enemy

ANYWAY, love me some Lore™ questions.

that is a hilarious scenario lol. but in this world, ruts wouldn't be triggered if the wolf's mate's already pregnant and the dates happen to overlap. their instincts know that their pregnant mate's body can't take being under that level of physical stress without risks, and making sure their mate and their litter are safe is mostly what they'll be focusing all their energy on.

they can smell the changes in other people's bodies. periods, pregnancies, ailments... anything could potentially affect their scents so they just... pick up on it.

but no, i don't think they can smell themselves in that way. kinda like how humans can't pick up on the smell of their homes because they're used to living there... it's probably the same with wolves and whatever happens inside their bodies.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Avatar!Ty Lee AU:

Okay but, "The Crossroads of Destiny" would be absolutely terrifying from Jin's perspective.

She's not a bender, she doesn't have any combat experience, she's just some random girl from Ba Sing Se who was abducted because she happened to be hanging out with the heroes.

First, there's the whole matter of learning that one of her boyfriends is the exiled prince of the Fire Nation, then the freaking Avatars come in to rescue them, then the Dai Li are involved and have all apparently defected to the Fire Nation, then one of the Avatars is seemingly killed before her very eyes, and now she has to flee her home with the Earth King while the owner of her favorite tea shop (who also happens to be the Dragon of the West, who famously laid siege to Ba Sing Se for 600 days) holds the line to give everyone else the chance to escape at the cost of his own freedom.

On top of all of that, she probably also has no way of finding out what's going on with her family until the war is over.

(And from her parents' perspective, their daughter just left to meet with her friends and disappeared right as the Fire Nation took over. Their nightmares must be DROWNING in worst case scenarios.)

YEAH

NO SERIOUSLY LIKE.

Jin has befriend the Gaang. And she's now part of the Sokka/Zuko polycule(but hasn't met Suki yet but that's coming up.)

And like. Everyone's gone off to do whatever. With Zuko and Azula staying in the city.

And Zuko is like 'oh! The Kyoshi Warriors are showing up! Let's introduce Jin and Suki so she's up-to-date on the relationship thing(and maybe more relationship?)".

Thankfully this time it's the /real/ Kyoshi Warriors because Azula didn't hijack them.

However, the OC I made to replace Azula's role in this AU who needs renaming also shows up with a different invasion plan.

Azula manages to escape in the fight, but Zuko, Suki and Jin end up in the Crystal Catacombs and the conversation is just.

Zuko: "Okay so you probably noticed I was Firebending during that fight…"

Jin: "I already knew that part. I'm not an idiot. You can't light a bunch of lanterns that quickly without Firebending. But why did the crazy lady ask you where the Avatars are??"

Zuko: "Uh… That'd be Ty Lee and Aang."

Jin: "Okay. Okay you probably should've mentioned that. But I can handle it! Is there anything else I should know?"

Zuko: "..... My father is the Firelord? We're going to kick his ass but I think that's relevant."

Jin: "I'm… I'm just going to lay down and contemplate my life. Goodnight!"

She's handling it pretty well!

But then YEAH she just. She ends up having to escape with them because there's not really a chance to drop her off somewhere safe and they can't exactly turn back once they're not being chased. So she's just. Along for the ride now.

God can you imagine her going to find her family after the war is over like 'Hey guys! I'm fine, I have a cool sword now, and also one of my boyfriends is the new Fire Lord!"

[a-palemoon-sliver]

I keep thinking about what a great yandere Tam Lin would make...

BACKSTORY:

for those who don’t know, Tam Lin (also Tamas Lin, Tam Lane, Tam-o-Lin, Tam O’Lynn, Tambling, and Tom Lin), is an old folk song from the Scottish Borders (part of Scotland directly north of England). The song is attested at least to 1549, and may be older, and it exists in many regional variants owing to its popularity over the centuries. Most versions of the song start with a warning to all maidens to avoid a particular wooded area, for in it lurks the titular Tam Lin, who takes from all maidens either the gold they wear, their green mantles, or their maidenhood. Then the song proper begins with a young noblewoman, usually named either Janet or Margaret, who decides to take a break from her sewing and go to the woods to fetch some flowers for her hat. She goes to the woods where Tam Lin live and picks a rose, then meets Tam Lin, a handsome young man who accosts her for picking a rose without his permission. She replies that she owns the woods because her father gave them to her, and she doesn’t need his permission, though he may live there. Then Tam Lin takes her by the hand and lays her down at the foot of a tree, and has his way with her, never once asking for her “leave” (permission). After they finish Tam Lin disappears, and Margaret/Janet goes back home.

A few weeks pass, and it becomes apparent that Margaret/Janet is pregnant, which is noticed by her father in some versions and a servant in others. In the versions with her father, he asks which of his knights is the father, and she replies that no earthly man is the father. Then she goes back to the woods to pick an abortifacient, and is accosted again by Tam Lin, who pleads with her not to pick the plant and kill the baby she got by him. She asks Tam Lin if he’s an earthly man. In some versions, Tam Lin tells her he’s a fairy and knight of the Fairy Queen, and in other versions he tells her he was originally a mortal man who was captured by the Queen of the Fairies while hunting one day. Regardless of the version he seems to tell the truth. Either way, he is to be sacrificed to Hell on Halloween Night as the Fairy Realm’s Tithe to Hell, which happens once every seven years. Tam Lin tells Janet/Margaret the he wants to be the baby’s father, but she must rescue him from the fairies by hiding somewhere along their route and then grabbing and pulling him from his horse as they ride by. He tells her that he’ll be changed into several fearsome animals, but she must hold on and not fear him. All this happens later that night: the Fairy Court rides by, Margaret/Janet pulls Tam Lin down from his horse, he’s changed into a lion, a snake, and then a hound and/or a red-hot bar of iron, and she holds on throughout all these things. Finally the fairies transform him into a naked human man, and she flings her mantle (cloak) over him, symbolically wedding him to herself and to the human world. The Fairy Queen is enraged at losing Tam Lin (who’s hinted to be her former lover), and she curses them both at their deception.

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SCENARIO:

Now I’m imagining a version of the story that starts off the same way. A young woman venturing into the woods, fearless of the legendary man who lurks within, intent on finding some flowers to beautify herself with. She’s accosted by a young man who’s unearthly handsome, with sharp, beautiful fey features and curly hair. He tells her off for picking flowers without her permission, and she grows incensed and tells him saucily that the woods are hers, and she doesn’t need his permission. He’s never had a girl talk back to him before, and he’s incensed in turn, but he takes a liking to her bravery at the same time, so he decides to make love to her. He comes close to her, says a few words of love, and starts kissing her. He’s so handsome that it all feels like a dream to the woman, so she doesn’t mind. She doesn’t mind either has he guides her gently down the forest floor, or that he doesn’t ask her leave either. He’s so calm and assured that it’s hard to even imagine a contrary course of action taking place. He opens her clothing slowly and gently, and massages her with practiced fingers, getting her ready. Then he enters her, and his hips thrust with a steady, erotic rhythm. He’s had a lot of practice, he knows exactly how to please a woman. He makes love to her in the forest, and climaxes inside her, burying himself deep with a grunt or a moan. He kisses her one last time, and then he disappears on the wind.

The young woman grows pregnant with his child, all according to plan. He knows he’s potent, he’s bedded women before, and not a one stayed barren under his touch. He hoped to babytrap at least one of them successfully, but all of them aborted his children, picking pennyroyal or some similar herb, unwilling to bear the stigma of bearing a fatherless child. When the young woman comes back to the forest, not to see Tam Lin, but to pick the aborting herb, like all the other women before her, Tam Lin is distraught. Happiness has eluded him too many times before, he can’t let it happen again. So he appears before her out of thin air, and begs her not to pick the herb. She asks him if he’s human, and he knows that she knows the legends surrounding him. So he tells her a story about him originally being mortal. he went hunting one bitterly cold day, and fell from his horse. The Fairy Queen, with waiting hands caught him, and stole him away to live beneath the hills with her. He lies to her. He’s lived for so long as a fairy he’s grown tired of it, and for a century or two now he’s fantasized about settling down with a mortal woman and becoming mortal himself through marriage to her. He could tell from the woman’s tone of voice that she wouldn’t marry a fairy man, so he pretends he’s not a fairy. And as a fairy, he knows the laws of Fairyland better than any mortal, so he knows of a way out. She has to steal him away, the way fairies steal humans away, and claim him for herself, symbolically wedding him to the human realm to make him human. And he knows that he’ll be among the retinue as the Fairy Queen rides on Halloween night; not as the sacrifice, that’ll be another fairy, but as his Queen’s knight.

He formulates the plan so quickly, he’s impressed with himself, and he explains it to the woman in exacting detail. She must hide along the road where the Fairy Court will ride, and steal him from his horse, and tells her which color of horse he’ll be riding. After she pulls him down, the other fairies will try not to let one of their own get away, and she must hold on as they turn him into many wild animals. If she does this without showing fear, they’ll eventually give up and turn him back, and she must throw her cloak over him. He leaves out that this will bind him to her, he doesn’t want to alarm her. And she agrees to all this. Oh, how over the moon he is that that! At last, a woman who’s willing to fight for him! The feeling is so intoxicating he wants to make love to her again right then and there, pin her down and mark her as something that belongs to him, so that she might never get away, but he limits himself to a single passionate kiss before he must disappear again, and return to the Fairy Realm. When he returns the Fairy Queen questions where he’s been. He says there was a trespasser in his woods he had to deal with. She feels a hint that he’s lying, and is angry, but she has no proof against him, so she orders him curtly to get dressed for the Halloween parade, and hurry. He doesn’t argue back, so has not to arouse her suspicion. Once, for many centuries, he was her lover, and she bestowed many favors on him for his beauty. But being a trophy lover, the beloved rather than the lover didn’t suit him, and it was centuries of the same thing, day after day after day, and he grew tired of the monotony of it all, and of his greedy heart always being left unsated. It’s been two centuries since he truly loved her. Two centuries since he’s been bedding mortal girls, hoping to find one to claim as his own.

True to her word, the young woman jumps up from the bushes and pulls Tam Lin off his horse as he rides by. The other fairies are shocked and outraged, and transform him into dangerous animals, but the woman remembers Tam Lin’s words and keeps hold of him through all the transformations, never letting go in fear. Finally they give up and transform him into a naked man, and she rips her cloak off herself and covers him with it, wedding him to the human world and binding him to her as husband and wife. And Tam Lin is over the moon. The Fairy Queen starts hurling curses down upon the two of them, but Tam Lin whispers to his love to ignore her, her words can’t hurt them. The woman’s body is tense with fear, but Tam Lin’s head is filled with fantasies of making her his wife, of fathering a family together, of living in domestic bliss. He knows she cannot escape him; she has bound him to her, unknowingly, and he will always know where she is. But he must ensure she never wants to leave him; he will fill her with his children, to tie her down, to make her his, and he will coo over her stomach every time it swells full with a new lovely thing. He will make love to her again and again, and be the most devoted husband in all mortaldom. He presses his naked form, muscled and beautiful from centuries of knightly duties, closer against her body, and wraps his strong arms around her comfortingly. He pulls her down into a passionate kiss, making her forget all those around them. She must think only of him, he must make her happy so she will never try to leave him. He stands and pulls her to her feet, and then he leads her away from the road, back through the forest, and finally to the manse where she lives, never once looking back. When they arrive the servants will awake the young woman’s father, and she will introduce Tam Lin as the father of her child. And Tam Lin’s beauty and charm will captivate her father, and ensure a warm place in his family. And they will have a Christian wedding, and he will gain an immortal soul. He knows all this in his heart, as they walk through the chill autumn night, and he guides her over treacherous twigs and tree roots. And he also knows that she is his, forever and always. Finally, he has someone to call his own.

[againstthegrainphoto]

…wasn’t going to….but now it’s after 3 am and I can’t sleep….so long winded rant it is.

Today was a really rough day. My moms best fren passed away at the beginning of this month….and today was her memorial. Which in and of itself is sad and difficult. But also she was in her mid 90s, so it wasn’t completely unexpected….ya know? She wasn’t even sick or anything.

But having to go to her memorial was, I guess, triggering for me. It was like attending a church service. Which I haven’t done in like over a decade…..because we are extremely strong atheists on this blog. Religion is poison. And the whole thing made me feel things I didn’t want to feel while grieving for my mom and loss of her bff. Things like anger and the hatred of white saviors. One of the speakers spoke at the room as “all of us here as Christians” and went off about how Christians have such hardships. FIRST OF ALL. Speak for your self. Second of all, could you imagine the amount of good this lady would have done if it weren’t all done in the name of Jesus. Like, what if you just did good things because it’s the correct thing to do?? Not to force feed your bullshit god downs someone’s throat.

So many many many times people would say “she was a wonderful ✨servant✨” “such a great ✨servant✨ of the lord”

…..if anyone refers to me as a fucking servant at my fucking funeral I will literally pop out of that fucking grave and haunt their ass…..

And it was literally every single person in the room. It’s so absolutely demoralizing to me to encounter such large groups of cult worship. They made everyone sing worship songs and pray and stuff. It’s so hard for me to stomach any of that.

And I guess it makes me also feel bad for my mom. She so badly wanted the daughters that have stark white walls in their 5 bedroom suburban house with live laugh love hanging on them while they over cook unseasoned chicken in the kitchen. Married with 4 children while being worship team leaders and Sunday school teachers. I know she looks at her frens grandson and his “perfect” family and wishes that was hers. Not a happily single blue haired anti-religion atheist who hates children….or a multi-colored half shaved head who’s riding out the consequences of alcohol well into her thirties and whose significant other is not of the male gender. I think she’s come to terms with the fact that we will not be reproducing. So at least there’s that.

Another thing that bothers me, is going on about how they could never survive hardships without god. And how god is so great and loving and gave them the strength to work through the loss of a child and husband……I’m just like, no. YOU are the strength. YOU got yourself through that. There is no god here. If god did anything in that scenario, he’s the one who allowed your child to die in your arms. He’s the one who allowed your husband to be lost at sea. Because HE didn’t save them. So don’t start with the bullshit. I can’t stomach it.

And what really just got me, like just to put this in perspective, my mom had the audacity to tell me that I was a god send for being able to take her to this funeral. I’m like…no. I’m not. I chose to spend the entirety of my only two days off for this week entertaining you and having you stay at my house while driving you 9 hours in one day so you could attend your frens funeral. ✨I✨ did that. Because ✨I✨ knew it was the ✨right✨ thing to do, because I couldn’t sit by and have you miss your best frens funeral….and then let my sister pull an all nighter to drive you home after she got off work……only to drive back to Seattle to work her next shift with no sleep. God did not send me. I fucking sent ✨myself✨ and now I’m dealing with the emotional, psychological, and physical consequences of doing that.

And the black void of tumblr is where I’m going to shout about it.

[lookismaddict]

LISTEN. LISTEN. gun w/ lana del rey's songs... esp:

1. diet mountain dew (demo)

2. honeymoon

3. west coast

4. yes to heaven

5. cinnamon girl

you're welcome 😵🙏

OMG I LOVE LANA DEL REYYYYYY. HNNNNGGGGHHHH. 😩😩😩🖤🖤🖤🖤 Her songs Summertime Sadness, Radio, Young and Beautiful, and Doin’ Time have a special place in my heart since they’re so nostalgic. ❤️ (Mostly Summertime Sadness, Radio, and Young and Beautiful. Doin’ Time is much newer, that’s why. 😅) I’ve been meaning to listen to other songs from her, and now I get to listen while thinking about Gun. Let’s do this… 😳

Diet Mountain Dew (demo) - Already the line, “You’re no good for me, but baby I want you.” REALLY DOES RESONATE WITH HIM LMAAOOOO. UGHHH it really do be like that. 🥲💗 And “Do you think we’ll be in love forever?” really got me thinking. That eventually, my obsession for Gun will die down and that lowkey terrifies me. Like baby, pls don’t leave me- 💀💀💀

Honeymoon - I like how dreamlike her voice is in this one. And even though it’s a long song to listen to, it’s like listening to a work of art. A masterpiece. “My honeymoon, say you want me too~” ✨ God, I love how minimal and simplistic the background instrumental is. Just to hear her lyrics clearly. BUT ANYWAYS- back to Gun LOL. It’s like… UGH. It’s like seeing him in one of my dreams. Specifically, that “Gun’s Classroom” dream. 😳 If only I could record my own dream and show it to you. But this song made me remember how mesmerized I was when I even saw this man in my dream. Just imagine. Him walking towards you in slow motion. With that alluring gaze of his, wearing that attractive suit and tie. Interacting with you almost “intimately” behind the closed curtains where it was just only you and him standing there so close… AHHHH THIS SONG MADE ME FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY. MOVING ON-

West Coast - This gave me The Neighbourhood vibes ngl. 😭🖤 The bass guitar and the cool vibes in the background. With this song, it made me imagine a scenario if I was in a night ride with Gun down a highway. Either inside a fancy Porsche car with him, or riding on a motorcycle. Wind blowing through your hair, speeding away through the night. Think about it. If it was in his car, imagine his right hand grabbing onto your thigh while his left hand was firmly gripping the steering wheel. If it was on his motorcycle, imagine wrapping your arms around him from behind, ever so tightly. You lean your head onto his back tenderly as he took control of the handles… Ahhhh this song is so 😩❤️‍🔥 good for actually thinking of hot Gun scenarios LMAO

Yes to Heaven - God, this song… Made me think about (Y/N) from my story, Rendezvous. This song is literally her perspective and it makes me cry. 😭 Like deadass, it made me tear up, idk. It’s a really beautiful song. 💞 UGH IDK WHY THIS MADE ME TEAR UP. IM SO DRAMATIC. 💀💀💀 I HATE MYSELF LOL. I think the lines, “Say yes to heaven. Say yes to me.” and “If you go, I’ll stay. If you come back, I’ll be right here.” really does match with her character so well. Because whenever Gun leaves, she’ll always be there at home, waiting for him to come back. And I think the reason why it made me a bit “emotional” is because of the idea of how (Y/N) is just waiting for Gun to confront his own feelings. Like yeah, the guy is known to be a heartless bastard, but he also is now starting to actually FEEL things. I guess I got an emotional attachment to my own story. Call me crazy and a Drama Queen. 😭✨

Cinnamon Girl - Ooooo I love how soft and mellow this song is. Also, awwww… shit. 💀 This one too, reminds me of Rendezvous LMAAOOOO. Making me think of (Y/N) x Gun. GDI… 😭😭😭 These lines, “There’s things I want to say to you, but I’ll just let you live. Like if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did.” Specifically, made me remember Ch. VII when Gun found (Y/N) in the convenience store, crying her eyes out. 🥲 This song made me think about how she was thinking about him without even realizing that he’s been there watching over her. And those thoughts while he was away from her, made her think about how she truly felt about him.

ALSO, THANK YOU FOR THESE WONDERFUL LANA DEL REY SONGS!!! YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC IS AMAZING!! THANK YOU ANON. 😭😭🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽💗💗💗💗

[atlanticcanada]

‘She saved my life’: Parents hope near tragedy is a life lesson for families

As far as Monica and Mitchell Reece are concerned, there's no doubt their daughter is a hero.

Seven-year-old Bria and her three-year-old sister Lexa went for a jeep ride with their father on a dirt road behind their property in Irishtown, NB last Saturday.

A regular trip for the trio, but this time with a horrible outcome.

Monica said they were only gone for about 30 minutes when Bria came home screaming.

“I was in the house and she came screaming, 'Call 911, daddy's not breathing,’” said Monica.

Mitchell suffered some kind of seizure and knew something was wrong right away.

He tried to drive home, but lost his vision and had to stop. He then passed out.

Bria couldn't call 9-1-1 because she didn't know the pass code to her father's cellphone.

She tried to get her little sister to come with her, but she couldn’t keep up.

Bria told Lexa to stay put and then ran home, about a kilometre away.

“We've played so many other what if scenarios in our heads,” said Monica. “If she hadn't been with him, what would have happened? I wouldn't have known. He could have been hours out there by himself. She definitely could have saved his life. She definitely saved his life.”

Monica called 9-1-1 and ran back to the jeep with Bria.

“What I saw when I got back there was terrifying,” said Monica.

She then told her daughter to be extra brave again and run back to the house and wait for the paramedics so she could show them where to go.

Mitchell said all he could think about before he passed out was getting the kids home safe.

“She's a super hero in my eyes. I'm quite convinced I'd probably still be out there today if it wasn't for her. She saved my life,” said Mitchell.

Mitchell spent four days in hospital, but is fine now.

The Reece’s spoke with CTV News because they wanted to get the message out to other parents about having their kids prepared for an emergency.

Fire Prevention Officer Scott Hopper of the Moncton Fire Department said there are three ways to make a 9-1-1 call on a cellphone without knowing someone’s pass code.

They can press the buttons on each side of the phone to access 9-1-1, holding down those buttons will make a call automatically and there is an emergency option on the screen that prompts for the passcode.

“Despite the hesitance from parents to have their kids tech savvy at an early age, in this regard it's important that they should at least teach them this procedure and be able to call 9-1-1 through a cell phone,” said Hopper.

Hopper said children should also know what a medical emergency looks like.

“Practice with them what a situation might look like,” said Hopper. “Mom and dad might not be able to answer the phone. They might not be able to respond.”

It's also very important for to kids know their home address so those in need get a timely response from emergency services,” Hopper added.

Bria was too shy to do an interview, but sheepishly nodded in agreement when asked if she was a hero.

For the latest New Brunswick news, visit our dedicated provincial page.

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[kulliare]

ok at the GREAT age of 20 i think i’ve gotten my first actual crush

[idyllic-ghost]

a helping hand; mingyu x reader

request: Omg omg omg I just had this scenario in my head where like the reader and Mingyu are co-workers but enemies and do not get along but one day they both take the same subway home and it is unusually crowded and packed and the reader starts to get a bit uncomfortable with so many people and a bit claustrophobic. Mingyu notices it and takes the reader to a corner near the doors and like puts his hand on the wall to support himself while towering himself over her but still maintaining the necessary distance so that she gets some space from the crowd and it's just a very cute moment between them where they don't consider each other enemies for a moment. (requested by anon)

synopsis: your usually bitter coworker becomes your hero during a train ride home

a/n: sorry this one's so short, i have a lot of requests to get through!

warnings: crowds, social anxiety mentions, phobia for dark places

genre: coworker!au

word count: 1.4k

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"Please make a copy of these for me, Y/L/N," Mingyu said coldly as he walked past your desk and slammed a stack of papers down in front of you.

You glared daggers into your coworker's back as he walked away, not even paying attention to the stack of papers cluttering up your workspace. For as long as you had worked for this company, Kim Mingyu has been trying to make your life a living hell. He started just a month before you, but for some reason he had decided to take the role of your personal manager.

"Why can't you do it yourself, Mr. Kim?" you asked loudly, making him stop and turn back to you.

"I'm off on my lunch break, and we need a copy of those papers for our next meeting." He shrugged. "It's only logical that you take care of it."

"I think it would be more logical for you to finish all of your duties before going on break," you snapped back.

"You're a part of this team too, Y/L/N," he said. "We're supposed to work together."

With that, he walked away. You sighed and picked up the papers, making sure that they laid in a straight pile instead of a messy mass as he had left it. It was clear that Mingyu wouldn't be making those copies, and it needed to be done. If you tried to complain, it would likely only backfire, so you walked over to the copy machine and got to work. You couldn't wrap your head around what Kim Mingyu had against you. When you first met he seemed nice, social, and definitely not hard on the eyes - but you would never tell anyone that. He seemed like everyone's dream partner, work partner or otherwise, until he started being an asshole to you every chance he got. It wasn't blatant rudeness, but it was enough for you to notice.

Most of the things he did were just petty; like filling his coffee cup more than he should just so that he could take the last of the coffee from you, or making you run errands for the company by strategically putting himself to work before your supervisor could hand him the task. Because they weren't outright harmful acts, you couldn't complain about it without seeming petty yourself - resulting in you trying to be petty in response.

After your last meeting, you started packing up and making your way home. Both you and Mingyu took the same way home, you even got off at the same train stop. Every day you would be a few steps ahead of him. You had the habit of putting on joggers after your day at the office, finding that bringing an extra pair of shoes was worth it for the walk to the train. Mingyu stayed in his rather uncomfortable, but fancy, shoes, so despite his long legs he never caught up to you.

When waiting at the platform, you stood a few meters away from each other but close enough to get through the same train door. You did this in order to not have to talk to each other, but you also didn't seem like you were avoiding each other. Avoiding one another was strictly childish behavior, and neither of you would sink to that level.

Today was different, as the station was more crowded than usual. You ended up standing shoulder to shoulder with your coworker, but the loud surroundings made it impossible to talk - which made you eternally grateful. The big crowd made you incredibly anxious, you had never been good with being surrounded by a large group of people. It was similar to feeling wet food in the sink, or the feeling you got when the elevator takes a few seconds longer to open. Dread filled your nerves, and you wanted nothing more than for the train to arrive so that you could get home. You started fiddling with anything you could; your finger nails, the ring on your right hand, the hem of your shirt, anything. The fidgeting alerted your coworker, who wasn't pleased with the situation but in a way that was annoyed rather than anxious.

As the train arrived, most people on the station started getting on. You considered taking the next train, because maybe there would be fewer people on that one, but you couldn't. Being so close to the entrance, both you and Mingyu were pushed through the door by the sheer force of the crowd. At this point you were on the verge of tears, starting to become overwhelmed with the amount of bodies surrounding you. Pressed up against everyone around you, you could do nothing but follow the stream of people onto the train. Your skin was tingling, like the feeling of an itchy sweater, and sweat started building up under your collar. Everything was too loud, and everyone was too close.

Once inside, it didn't get any better. You felt someone grab at your arm, and when you looked to your side you saw Mingyu again. He was pulling you through the crowded train. All the seats were taken, but he managed to find an empty corner which he guided you to. He put his hand on your back and urged you to stand in the empty area. When you were in place, he stood in front of you like a shield. With him towering in front of you, you couldn't see anybody, and more importantly you weren't surrounded by the masses. You looked up at him and mouthed a "thank you", and he responded with a knowing nod before he turned his head to look out through the window. You took the opportunity to study his face for a moment. It was something you had only done briefly right as you had met him. Now that you were looking at him so up-close, you noticed that his furrowed brow was more out of concern than frustration - and that even with that slight frown his lips looked incredibly soft and delicate. Kim Mingyu, your unofficially sworn work-enemy, might actually be worried about you. If it weren’t for the fact that you were the underdog in the situation, you would’ve definitely poked fun at him.

The two of you stood in silence, you didn't even have the courage to take your headphones out from your pocket. For whatever reason, it felt like if you moved an inch, it would end in catastrophe. The moving train was enough to make you cautious. There was nothing for you to hold onto, so you had to focus all your willpower on making sure you could stand on your own two feet. However, the train didn't appreciate your attempts at keeping your normal work-relationships after this ride, as it shook when running something over on the track. The shaking itself was enough to make you stumble. If it had only stopped at that, you would've been fine. Life found it's way to make you miserable, though. The train came to a halting stop, which sent you flying into Mingyu's chest. He held you by the waist with one hand, holding onto a railing with the other.

"There has been an accident on the rails, please be patient as we solve the issue," a voice said over the intercoms.

A few groans could be heard around the train cart. Some people had fallen. Due to the massive amounts of people, most couldn't hold onto something to keep themselves steady. You, however, did. Your arms were still wrapped around mingyu, your face pushed against his chest.

"I am so sorry-" You tried to get away from him but then the light flickered.

Mingyu's grip on you tightened as the lights turned off. Your ear was still against his chest, and you could hear his heart beating a mile a minute. He was scared of the dark. In any other situation, you would've teased him for it but now it wasn't the time. You decided against bullying him, since he had helped you while getting on the train. Instead, you let him hold you without saying a word. His strong arms held you tightly, and you could feel his hand shaking as he kept it on your back. There was a low murmur throughout the train, as people talked about what could've possibly happened, but the two of you stayed quiet. Mingyu was practically frozen, only relaxing his muscles once a voice started speaking over the intercoms and the lights flickered back on again.

"We are happy to say that no one was injured in the accident," the voice over the intercoms said. "The train will start moving again shortly. Thank you for your patience."

Mingyu let go of your waist and cleared his throat, looking away from you as you did the same.

The next day at work you first saw Mingyu when he walked into the morning meeting. He looked tired, as if he had already been here for a while despite it being so early in the morning.

"Excuse my late arrival," he said as he sat down. "I was busy copying up the new schedules and the copy machine was down."

Making copies. A job he would usually settle you with, specifically when you had just sat down in the meeting. Mingyu handed you a new schedule, your fingers brushing against each other. When you looked up at him he gave you a soft smile. This was new...

Neither of you said anything about the day before. There was nothing to say. You had taken the train together, then walked your separate ways home, but for some reason everything had slightly shifted. He was still an ass to you, but from time to time he would do something unexpected. Something had changed, and you definitely didn't mind.

[jacaranda-bloom]

Five Fave Fics

The always lovely @haztobegood tagged me to share my Five Fave Fics - thank you so much! This is always really hard because my favourites oscillate depending on my mood and how recently I’ve written them, but here’s how I’m feeling it at the moment...

🍁 Man, Deconstructed | 14k | Explicit | I think this one will always be high up on my list of fave’s. It’s just the right length to read in one sitting, the characters are so earnest and adorable, and the secondhand embarrassment just gets me every single time. 

Where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.

🍁 The Future Is Now | 16k | Explicit | Another short one that always makes me smile. Louis is charmingly oblivious to what the universe (or rather the fortune telling machine) is trying to reveal to him about his best mate. He eventually gets there, of course, but the road he travels and the scenarios he has to navigate are deliciously infuriating and that just makes the ending even more satisfying.

Where Louis follows the fortunes five times to seek out his true love, and the one time he realises that what he's been searching for might've been right in front of him all along.

🍁 In A Twinkling | 90k | Explicit | Ahhhh my 2021 Advent Fic. It never ceases to amaze me how the underlying messages in this fic crept up and whacked me over the head. I still remember calling my sister mid-meltdown when people started commenting about Louis’ journey of self-discovery and how much it resonated with them. It had started as a quick romp of a thing, and then ended up consuming me in the best possible way. I’ll forever be grateful for the ride the readers took me on with this one, for how they embraced the characters, and for giving me the most wonderful Christmas Present that lasted the whole of December. 

Where Louis’ Nan just wants him to be happy, to settle down with a nice boy, and bring him around for Christmas. Louis is too busy with his career to bother about relationships, but in an attempt to appease his Nan, he sends her photoshopped pictures of him and his pretend boyfriend, Harry. The fact that the man in the pictures is none other than Harry Styles, world famous Gucci model—and recurrent star of Louis’ fantasies—is irrelevant. It’s not like their paths will ever cross… So it comes as somewhat of a surprise when Louis returns home for Christmas and walks into his Nan’s sitting room only to find the real-life Harry Styles happily chatting away with the grey-haired ladies of his Nan’s Crochet Circle.

🍁 No Going Back | 56k | Explicit | This one will likely make any faves list of mine for a long time to come. This was the fic where I felt I found my writing style and really hit my stride. The setting on an isolated island off the bottom of Australia where they were caretakers for a lighthouse just really landed with me. But it wouldn’t have been half the fic it was without being able to work with an amazing collaborator to create the separate travel blog, which was such a treat! 

Where one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

🍁 If You’re Out There (I’ll Find You Somehow) | 56k | Explicit | I know hybrid fics aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but this fic was where I felt like I really started to push the boat out and be braver with my writing. The amount of world building that went into this story was overwhelming at times, but is probably also where I found the passion for it that has continued up until this day. Creating an entirely new society, with many of the same problems we have in our own world, just revealed through a different lens was so rewarding for me. Anyway, I adore this fic and I will love it until the end of time.

History teaches us many things. It allows us to learn from the mistakes and achievements of our past, it colours our present, and guides and influences our future.

Sometimes change comes quickly, barrelling on and sweeping up everything in its path.

Sometimes change comes more slowly, one tentative step at a time, barely making a ripple in the fabric of society.

Sometimes change needs an army, a force so powerful it overwhelms all who try to stand in its way.

But sometimes, all it takes is one man, whose love for another is so pure, so enduring, and so powerful that it can rise up and triumph against all the odds.

This is the story of how one man’s love changed the world.

I’ll tag @allwaswell16 @disgruntledkittenface @lululawrence @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @evilovesyou @neondiamond @parmahamlarrie and @fallinglikethis if you’d like to do this and haven’t already xx

[lynxgriffin]

DELTARUNE Chapter 2 Thoughts!!!

WOOO OKAY I stayed up WAY too late trying to finish Deltarune Chapter 2 last night!! It took me awhile because I suck at video games, but I finally did it!

While I normally type up commentary as I play first time, I didn’t get the chance to do that here, so I’ll get down all my general thoughts here!

Unspoilery thoughts: loved it, knew I would, will need to replay soon to see what all I missed, and am excited for whatever’s next!

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 2 under the cut!!

(These are just as I think of them, not in any particular order!)

Okay overall I can see why this took two years and a much larger team to complete, the second chapter is SO much more expansive and heavy on scene-specific animations! It all looks SO GOOD

I already love Susie but now I love her even more, her expressions were SO GOOD

Susie has a (little nubby) tail confirmed?? That’s adorable

Okay this game is definitely reading the chapter 1 data, which I find interesting because I didn’t obtain it through Steam last time

But like, I gave the “Susie eats chalk” response to Noelle last time, and in chapter two she gave Susie the box of chalk, so awwww!

Also I missed Onionsan in my initial computer playthrough, so they didn’t show up this time, just got a moment of Susie and Kris sitting by the river together!

I find it REALLY interesting that while Ralsei is a Darkner, apparently he can jump around to other Dark Worlds whereas other Darkners like Lancer and Rouxls can’t so much…hmmm!

It was so nice to see everyone filling out the town now, though!

Noooo Susie probably doesn’t have her own room at home, awwww

Kris just casually jumping up to the classroom and bringing everyone back tho, perfect

Was right on there being multiple dark worlds in other locations, but honestly that part’s the least surprising to me, that always seemed like a pretty standard path to take!

The werewires were creepy and great; difficult to battle tho

QUEEN IS MY NEW FAVORITE

EVERY LINE OF HERS WAS A+

I’m so glad that I didn’t really go anywhere with Jevil’s line about the Queen in PT; nothing I came up with could’ve topped Queen being an absolute acid trip of an antagonist in this chapter

NOELLE SO SWEET

Her lil’ robot disguise! Her being afraid of mice at first!

I kinda wish we could have had her in the party more? She was super useful as a party member, honestly!

But sadly I guess we’re not gonna get more than the three-person party, awww

B E R D L Y

I cannot believe Berdly basically became incel Falco but also had a sympathetic backstory

Like I laughed a lot at all of Berdly’s expressions and dialogue while also going BERDLY YOU ARE THE WORST

Noelle’s WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? part = A+

I feel like Queen’s relationship with Noelle definitely had some uncomfy parallels with probably how she is dealing with her real mom

I AM NOT GOOD AT PUNCH-OUT AND THERE WAS A LOT OF THAT

I somehow missed the part where Susie is wearing Ralsei’s glasses??? Where is this

Also in general there was a LOT of puzzles and gameplay in the overworld map, which I was bad at but was also very cool

KRIS GET THE BANANA

The dolphin pop-up ads…

I DID NOT LIKE THE SPAMTON GUY

DISCOMFORT THE WHOLE TIME

Apparently he’s also the secret boss for this chapter?? That’s at least if the soundtrack is anything to go by. Maybe I’ll go back and try it on another playthrough, but aaaaagggghhhg

SO MANY GOOD SUSELLE MOMENTS

MY LIL SHIPPER HEART HAS A NICE SERVING AND WANTS MORE

The whole deal with the ferris wheel conversation and just awwwwuuuuuuh

Needs more Susiezilla now too (I picked the “something romantic” option because of course)

MORE PLZ, LET’S DIG DEEPER HERE

Also I cannot believe Susie has (at least) two people crushing on her and is just totally oblivious to it

There’s SO Many interesting HMM moments with Kris and that definitely included the entire acid tunnel of love scene with Kris and Ralsei

Interrupted of course by an appropriately silly Rouxls battle

But man the more we see (or often DON’T see) of Ralsei the more intriguing it gets

LET NOELLE RIDE IN THE TEACUP RIDE WITH SUSIE

I just knew going back to get that chest without Noelle would be something dumb

OKAY I ended up dying a lot to 1) the Mauswheel, and 2) the color-changing butlers?? So I ended up having to do the whole sequence with annoying dog blasting through everything in his path multiple times

I DID feel bad for Berdly during that boss battle where he was werewired; that was nice and body horror-ish

That said… “I NEED A KISS FROM A GAMER GIRL”

The giant mecha boss battle absolutely kicked my ass, though

Like it WAS badass but that took me a LOT of tries to get through

My thrash machine was very GUN’S

Overall the difficulty curve was definitely stepped up from chapter 1!

LOTS MORE DARK WORLD AND KNIGHT LORE FROM RALSEI HERE

And lots of talk about Noelle being pretty important to it, too!

I’m glad I got to bring Susie on the walkaround this time around town!

I AM GOING TO BE YOUR WACKY ROOMMATE NOW

King and Queen’s entire conversation was so hilarious

King just slides over to suck on that sweet, sweet giant hamster water bottle

BUNKER STILL BEIN SUSPICIOUS

Aww the pizzeria is not a creepy mascot Chuck-E-Cheese’s style, tho

Confirmation that Gerson was Alvin’s father! And I feel like there’s a lot we’re missing there, too

Still not allowed to see Papyrus…

Catti’s parents…

I wasn’t expecting this at all, but it feels like they may be introducing way more Lightners to the Dark World with each chapter, since both Noelle and Berdly ended up there?

And if that’s the case, I feel like it’s hinting that Catti and/or Jockington may be next

SUSIE STAYING AT KRIS’S PLACE FOR A SLEEPOVER WAS SO SWEET

IMMEDIATELY UNDERCUT BY KRIS GOING FERAL AGAIN

Like I dunno the whole scenario somehow managed to be both REALLY sinister and very funny at once??

Susie and Toriel are busy laughing and making a pie together, meanwhile Kris just sneaks the hell out and slashes Toriel’s tires because it’s KNIVES OUT TIME

Please let Susie watch more giant monster (and giant human) movies with her friends, she needs this

THAT SAID, THAT ENDING

HMM HMM HMMMMMMMMMM

SO THIS SEEMS TO BE INDICATING THAT KRIS IS THE KNIGHT

Which like…is in fact making SOME KIND OF SENSE in my head overall, but I definitely need more context to see how exactly

Like I’m all “THIS FEELS RIGHT BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY, I NEED MOOOORE”

Considering Ralsei’s reaction to Noelle and Berdly trying to make a new fountain, this definitely seems to be setting up some kind of future confrontation between Kris and Ralsei, which! HMMMM

I THINK IT’S TIME FOR THIS GIF AGAIN

Basically I HAD A GRAND TIME, I NEED TO REPLAY, EXCITED FOR THE REST WHENEVER IT COMES

[e-wills-afterhours]

Pairing: Astrid and Stormfly

I would like to see your prospective on how they became friends. 'Real friends', as in, when after the deal with the Red death and when Hiccup was in coma, I would like to see how Astrid really came to form a bond with her dragon without Hiccup's presence. (It's one of the things that I really miss from the movies)

I'm accepting wherever scenarios you'd like, fluffy, funny, angst. This one is up to you :)

This is a completely unexpected prompt for me, and honestly, I'm here for it.

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Astrid did not know what to think. She had not devised a plan beyond 'stop the Red Death' by defaulting to whatever outlandish idea popped into Hiccup's brain. Somehow, he had cracked the code for allying with dragons. They very notion seemed impossible, had she not seen it with her own eyes. That made him the expert by lack of a better one; and she saw fit to trust him--which was utterly mad. She believed in his dream for peace, though she had been raised by fire and axe. Dragons had raided their island and killed scores of their people. But Hiccup showed her they could be intelligent and kind; and feel. So, she had been willing to mount a beast she aimed to behead only days before.

That, in and of itself, was an uncharacteristic break from her deeply ingrained social mores. She was not a risk-taker by nature; danger was familiar, though. Was it considered risky to rush headlong into combat when it was expected, and injury was well within the realm of possibility? She did not think it was quite the same. No, a risk was approaching a Night Fury; a risk was befriending that same Night Fury; and the biggest risk was breaking from all tradition and centuries' precedent by concealing said dragon from an entire tribe of people that longed to kill it. She preferred the calculated odds of battle, where years of intense training could tip the scales in her favor. Such wagers of life and limb made sense. But she had abandoned that for a diminutive young man's idea of what could be; and she had not even considered him a friend for a full twenty-four hours.

Now, he was comatose, and dragons were everywhere. Things were just different, with no clear direction. Astrid and her friends were thrust into peak scrutiny, drowning in a torrent of questions for which they did not have all the answers. She did not know what she was doing; Hiccup knew what he was doing--and he had the audacity to have nearly killed himself in the most spectacular display of self-sacrifice.

Dork. Jackass. Wonderful, amazing fool. She had several other insults primed for the right opportunity to unload on him.

But that did not solve the dragon problem. What did one do with a dragon beside kill it? That one, certain option was no longer on the table.

She stood, arms crossed, staring up at the blue Deadly Nadder she had faced many times in the arena. The dragon gazed back at her with large yellow eyes, head twitching to one side and the other like a large, scaly bird.

"So, are you my dragon, then?" she asked, walking around the beast, studying it from all angles. "I suppose you'd be handy in a fight."

The dragon growled softly and folded her long legs beneath her, settling down on the grass. The Nadder had been an arbitrarily assigned companion in the fight against the Red Death. No great connection had drawn them together, yet the dragon hung around her like a stray looking for a home--and perhaps that analogy was more appropriate, now that their Queen was dead.

"I guess you need a name," Astrid sighed, plopping down next to dragon. "Something fierce but beautiful, like you are."

Relatively speaking, the Deadly Nadder was among the more aesthetically pleasing of her friends' winged companions. Her wildflower yellow and sky-blue scales were pleasing to look at. Astrid was glad for it; she would not ride an ugly dragon. The Nadder was also light on her feet and graceful in her movements, compared to Fishlegs's heavy and meandering Gronckle.

"How about Firestar?" Astrid suggested.

The Deadly Nadder snorted and cocked her large head to the side. It was not like she understood Norse, but it was amusing to pretend that she could. All Astrid knew of her breed of dragon was learned from the Dragon Manual in the context of hunter and prey; and there they sat as unlikely allies, tasked with forging a bond that would serve as the groundwork for all Deadly Nadder-Viking relations.

"Okay, sorry! I didn't know you were so particular!" Astrid held up her hands placatingly, and the dragon took the gesture as one of affection, bumping her horned snout against her rider's open hand.

Astrid smiled, and reservedly patted the Nadder. Only a couple days ago, the dragon was a threat and enemy. "Okay," she said. "How about Wildshot?"

The dragon squawked. She tucked her head in the crook of her wing to groom the area with indifference.

"I'll take that as a 'no'. Hmmm..."

A brisk wind blew up from the sea stacks, as it often did in the late summer. Rainclouds appeared to materialize far out to sea, along the horizon, as if Thor was threading them down from Asgard. The Deadly Nadder lifted her head, sniffing the air curiously. She stretched out her spotted wings, letting the wind roll over them as if she might glide without ever leaving the ground.

"How about...Stormfly?" Astrid suggested.

The dragon folded her wings. She turned back toward her, blinking her large yellow eyes. Was there something Astrid was supposed to see in them? Some deep, hidden thing that would suddenly render them inseparable? If there was, the dragon was no help in making it known. She just bowed her head and nudged Astrid gently.

"Sorry, but I'm not Hiccup; I don't know what that means."

To be fair, he had weeks uninterrupted time alone with the Night Fury to learn its ways. Anyone else came up woefully short and ignorant by comparison. How were Astrid and her friends supposed to guide everyone else into harmonious coexistence with beasts they barely knew themselves? Chief Stoick seemed confident in them, but perhaps he was merely overcorrecting for the way he had dismissed his own son.

Astrid blew her bangs out of her eyes and scratched along the Nadder's jaw idly. Her fingernails raking over flat scales. The dragon crooned and luxuriated in it, before Astrid found one, specific spot that rendered her limp. She yelped as the beast collapsed without warning. The Nadder's head fell to the grass, and she gazed up at her human fondly. Astrid could see herself reflected back in yellow sclera. While the dragon considered her with a sort of affection, Astrid could see the mirrored image of her surprise and concern in those eyes. The dragon read her worry. Astrid jumped as a long, spiny tail encircled them both from behind in some sort of vague and reassuring gesture.

One did not have to share some sort of psychic connection to the animal to recognize her soft protectiveness. Astrid felt another wall crumble from around her heart.

"Yeah, Stormfly," she conceded, leaning against her dragon. She pressed her forehead into the dragon's jaw. "You are my dragon."

[slytherinsnekxvii]

let's talk about lily evans and the marauders, aka moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs. given that i didn't use their actual names, i think you can figure out where this is going. it's also long as hell, so. canon vs fanon, marauder edition, except snek is sleep deprived.

now, before we begin, i don't dislike the marauders. or lily, tbh. if I'm being perfectly, genuinely honest, i still go back and forth sometimes but they've been growing on me for a while now. the canon versions, at least. fanon does them real dirty, and that's part of why i'm writing this, because i'm genuinely tired of it. it's an injustice.

you can at least make excuses for james and lily, who were so undeveloped that jkr practically dropped a fill-in-the-blank sheet of character information in our laps, but sirius, remus and peter were around long enough for y'all to get real acquainted with them.

in canon, sirius black is an unhinged mf. genuinely. this isn't to say he's a bad guy, in fact, we see that he's still capable of doing good things, still capable of love, still capable of all the things that prove he's actually not bad at heart, just,,, severely traumatised and very steeped in negativity from his time with the dementors. what i'm saying is that this man is absolutely, no questions asked, no holds barred demented, and how could he not be? the guy sat wrongfully imprisoned in azkaban for twelve years, a good portion of which he spent as a dog in order to protect himself from the dementors. he certainly wasn't completely insane, but you cannot tell me that he was all there. he got out of azkaban fuelled almost solely by the intent to get revenge on pettigrew, tried to commit murder in front of three witnesses who were also children—one of whom was his godson—ate rats and was also malnourished, which i'm certain did not help the situation any. this man is off his goddamn rocker, and you know what? you love to see it. good for him.

oh, but, snek, that's what he's like as an adult. what about when they were at school? before azkaban? my guy, the reaction he has to grimmauld place is not the reaction of someone without trauma. i don't believe that walburga and orion were the type to physically abuse their children, but whatever happened in that house helped to fuck him up enough that he skipped the joke of part of practical joke, and pranked snape by telling him how to meet a werewolf that he knew would be fully transformed and dangerous to humans. more than that, the werewolf was remus, whom he's friends with, and who—best case scenario—would be facing a trial if james hadn't stepped in. you can say that maybe he didn't think about or understand the gravitas of his actions, but at the end of it, that's not how properly sane people react to people they dislike, and that's not how they treat their friends. if anything, it reads like he was in the middle of a breakdown and absolutely losing his shit and he wasn't thinking at all.

my guy went through some serious shit, and was in no way completely mentally stable. we can see pretty clearly that he's got a serious dark side to him that probably would have gone unbridled had he not disagreed with his family, and yet, fanon took one look at him and went, "teehee, uwu bad boi go vroom."

fanon said padfoot is a pretty boy with nice hair who is tastefully traumatised from his horribly abusive household. sirius rides his motorcycle and plays jokes and flirts with anything that moves, but he can do no real wrong and always comes back to his soft, bookish, chocolate-loving boyfriend remus, who will laugh about his lycanthropy and quietly disapprove but secretly laugh at his friends' antics while hiding his smile in his cardigan.

respectfully, what in the absolute fuck.

i'd put that meme in here if i could, the one that's like, "well done, you've broken _______ down to its bare essentials," but no. i can't bc it doesn't even apply. this isn't a meme, it's theseus' fucking ship.

fanon broke it down, and replaced the pieces one by one until we got to this point, where we need to sit down and ask ourselves, "is this even the same character?"

the answer is no, by the way. it isn't. when people talk about woobifying characters—you know, taking away every flaw they have, romanticising everything they do and making them only capable of doing good, wonderful, lovely things?—this is what we mean.

and it'd be one thing if it was just the one character, but, no. fanon went all in and made them all squeaky clean and boring, especially peter, who draws the shortest of the straws.

remus got fucked, too. not just because fanon insists on sticking him into a relationship with sirius. which, we'll tackle wolfstar in a bit, but that's not even the worst of it. here, we have yet another example of blatant, rampant woobifying. again, is he a bad person? no. we know he's a good guy, we know he's generally kind and well-mannered, we know that he wants to fo the right thing but hey, fun fact. did you know that you can be nice and a coward? did you know that you can be benevolent and good and kindly and have the greatest of intentions and still be shady as fuck? no? ask dumbledore. the man played people like chess pieces when he needed to, and he was a twinkly grandpa. these are things that can coexist.

teenage remus is a coward who, understandably, does not stand up to his friends, likely for fear of being ostracised, and doesn't uphold his prefect duties as he should and takes part in their bullying of snape as a result. he lets them romp with him in werewolf form while they are in their animagus forms and then, he lets them continue to do so even after they have multiple close calls, which, again, had anything happened, would have resulted in a trial in the best case scenario.

grownup remus is still a coward, he tells no one that sirius can move about the school in his animagus form despite wholeheartedly believing that he's a mass murderer, he tries to run out on his wife and unborn kid. he isn't deliberately making attempts to harm anyone, but he's content to sit back and let things happen to him and around him so he doesn't rock the boat, although he is capable of action, which we see when he is more than willing to help sirius merk pettigrew in the shack. he can be careless, he runs out to the shack knowing he hasn't taken his wolfsbane and ends up transforming in front of the students he, as a teacher, is meant to be protecting. of course, this doesn't negate his good qualities, it just bears repeating that his flaws do exist, and they're pretty serious.

fanon moony is always pleasant and kind and soft-spoken and bookish, and he always has to have his chocolate. he knows when to tell off his friends, and he'll do it, even if he's secretly amused by everything they do and laughs about it with his best friend, lily evans, who coincidentally spends all her time with them so he and sirius can go on double dates with james and lily and no one has to remember peter exists.

why. theseus' ship 2.0. does the actual character still exist or is this something entirely different thing bearing the same name?

as for peter, who needs peter pettigrew, the actual, legitimate, fourth marauder when you have lily evans? canon pettigrew is opportunistic as fuck. he's latching himself to the biggest bad on the block and he's going all in. for teenage peter, that was james and sirius, and for adult peter, that's voldemort. canon peter is good enough at transfiguration to master the animagus transformation, just like his friends, and he's good enough at potions to brew the potion that gives voldemort a body. and honestly, you can't say he wasn't brave. he could've run off somewhere and died, or changed his identity or something after he faked his death and framed sirius, but, no. he goes and resurrects voldemort. that's fucked up, yeah, but it happened and honestly, i respect that it. he stuck to his guns.

fanon wormtail is lucky if he exists beyond being a spineless sycophant for james and sirius, or an evil conniving little rat who's looking to toss his entire friend group to the wolves at eleven.

of course, this isn't meant to negate his bad qualities, he still murdered people and framed sirius and sold out the potters to die, but his good characteristics do exist, and james, sirius and remus genuinely were his friends.

and now, we get to lily and james.

we have hardly any information on either of them. they're a pair of cardboard cutouts that we can paint and stick flyers to and colour outside the lines however we want. we can do whatever the fuck, as long lily is brave and smart and somewhat kind and james is brave and willing to die for his family. we were essentially handed a pair of ocs.

and yet.

what little bits of canon we have are thrown out of the window regardless.

james is privileged and rich, and he throws hexes for fun. he's willing to hex lily when she disagrees with him, and then, he goes behind her back to continue hexing snape after she believes that he's stopped doing so. and that's all we know about him until he dies for his family at twenty-one years old. once again, say it with me: this does not negate his good qualities. he definitely had them, he took sirius in when sirius ran away from home, he became an animagus to keep remus company as a wolf, and he saved snape in the shack, thereby saving remus and sirius by extension. him having flaws does not make him a bad person.

fanon prongs is a feminist. he fights for equal rights for women everywhere, and he constantly treats his girlfriend, lily, like an absolute queen. he's the hottest boy in school and everyone claps when he walks through the halls. mcgonagall and dumbledore are always patting him on the back and making jokes with him. he has a built-in dark detector that helps him sense when someone is a evil and needs to he punished.

give me a break. the dude's cool and all, but was the gary stu treatment necessary?

...oh, he needed to match fanon lily? right, right.

canon lily is a contradiction unto herself. she's supposedly a great friend, but since we see her at a point where they were already drifting apart, we see her putting little effort into keeping their friendship afloat. she victim blames based on rumours, she doesn't seem to care over much about what snape has to say about the people who have been tormenting him since day one. and she's justified, of course, she doesn't have to stick around. canon lily is a bit of hypocrite, she says that snape calls everyone of her birth mudblood, but then that begs the question why she still hangs around with him if that's the case. he calls her mudblood, she retaliates by calling him snivellus, and finishes up with a dig about his underwear, which, sure, it's kicking a man with a rusty spoon and pouring salt in the wound, but she's, again, justified. i get where she was coming from. and then, of course, she dies for her kid after marrying the guy who relentlessly bullied her quote-unquote best friend for their entire school careers. but, like i said, canon lily is, in many ways, a contradiction.

lily is basically a plot device. she pushes everyone's narrative but her own, and does little else.

of course, this trend would continue in fanon. fanon lily exists to be the perfect girl who gets really angry over the slightest injustice, and of course, she gets to be one half of one of the oldest enemies-to-lovers "it was just sexual tension" cliche pairings in the book. she's just,,, a mary sue. in so many fics, so many headcanons, she's just pettigrew's stand-in, a girl to form a gang with marlene, mary and dorcas—who happen to be more undeveloped ocs who also get the woobify mary sue treatment—to parallel the marauders. there is nothing compelling about her character when she's presented as a saint, and even less when she's supposedly the other moral compass for the marauders that doesn't actually work because she thinks that james is cute.

and this brings me to the next topic. jily. what, why, how. this was supposed to be a healthy, happy relationship that would have lasted in the long run? absolutely not. even for its time, i can't say that i see it lasting.

first of all, jkr presents james' crush on lily as just that: a crush. a mildly obsessive one, but a crush nonetheless, which she tries to liken to the pulling of pigtails. and then, we see that james' way of getting her to go out with him consists of blackmail, and when that doesn't work, he resorts to threatening her. this could have been set aside if he had actually, genuinely changed when they started spending more time together, but as we're told by sirius and remus, he didn't. he just got better at hiding what he was up to. and it has to be that he hid it, because if she knew, this further damages the character that she's set up to have and paints her out to be either unable to stand up to him or an enabler.

regardless, they get married. and while i have trouble believing that it was out of genuine love, there are scenarios that could make some semblance of sense. it's wartime, after all, and maybe lily is worried about her stability in the wizarding world, so why not marry into an established family whose son is already showing interest? or perhaps, she falls into the trap of every bad boy cliche ever, and she thinks to herself, well, i got him to be better then, maybe i can get him to do even better in the future. or maybe, she doesn't get into a relationship with him immediately and sees him on and off, until eventually, she accidentally gets pregnant and they scramble to have a shotgun wedding so as not to leave lily alone at nineteen with a baby. or maybe they marry each other because they're there and sure, neither of then is ready and they don't know what love even is but what else is there to do when there's a dark lord about? anyways, the point is, they get married.

and then what? if we count pottermore into canon, he goes on to further damage her relationship with petunia and vernon, to the point where she ends up crying. if we don't, she fades into the background enough that nobody has anything to say about her. she's harry's mum, she's james' wife, lily potter, she was kind and smart and brave and that's it. her agency is gone, anything else we have of her personality is gone.

jily just,,, wasn't built to last. and, yeah, this,,, this is a hill i'll die on.

same with wolfstar, honestly. there are so many reasons why it wouldn't work, but fanon has made it so fucking prevalent that it's literally everywhere no matter where you look.

first of all, i've said it before and i'll say it again. sirius is more likely to get with james that he is to ever end up in a relationship with remus. their chemistry is just,,, underdeveloped. net zero for a relationship.

secondly, sirius instigated the werewolf prank, and lupin would have paid the price for it. this could have been overlooked, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit guilty about any of it when it's brought up in poa. he could have been responsible for lupin losing the security of his place at hogwarts in the best case scenario, and in the worst case, his life. and he seems to look forward to full moons, even though they clearly aren't pleasant for remus, which,,, yeah, you're going to have fun, but like, maybe be concerned about the fact that your friend undergoes excruciating pain and it isn't a pleasant time for him? read the room, my g.

thirdly, they don't trust each other as much as fanon seems to think they do. they were both willing to believe each other the traitor before ever suspecting pettigrew. sirius thought remus gave away the potters, hell, he thought remus was a spy for voldemort, and remus was convinced that sirius was a mass murderer. neither of them needed to be convinced.

fourthly, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but like. sirius had money. remus had no money, since, yk, he was a werewolf and struggling for cash and still, sirius,,, did not leave him any money. i feel like if you had money to spare, you would give to your friend who is literally poor. but, again, maybe i'm reading too much into it and this isn't as valid a point as i think it is.

and ehh, the fifth reason is that it's,,, actually very much not the representation for the ltgbt community that fanon says it is but y'all aren't ready for that conversation.

anyways, just,,, even when you set the couple shit aside, the power dynamics between everyone here is fucked. like, james and sirius are clearly at the top of food chain calling the shots and egging each other on. then there's lily, who isn't even a marauder, but is always ever-so-slightly above remus but still not on their level, because, well. neither of them actually listen to her. remus is the novelty friend, the friend who's,,, alright, i guess, but you keep them around specifically because they're funny or they can dance or they have something that you can either show off to other people or keep as your little inside joke, your little secret, yk? and peter is just sort of there. like, yeah, he can do what we can but does that make him as good as we are? no. does he have a funny little something about him that we can exploit? nah. therefore he sits at the bottom. and like, yeah, james and sirius are on the same level, but james is yanking sirius' chain, not the other way around. anyways, like i said. power dynamic's fucked and it bothers me that we were given all of this, and fanon decided to take it all and throw it away so they could give us flamboyant!badboi!sirius black x softboi!motherhen!remus lupin going on double dates with feminist!trustfundbaby!james potter and saint!lily evans while ignoring peter pettiwho?

theseus' fucking ship, indeed.

anyways, this needed to be said. it might not make as much sense as i want it to, considering it's 4:12 in the morning as i'm posting this, after taking a break from writing to do some research and coming across way too much content about fanon marauders, but it's here and it still makes enough sense that you can read it and understand what i mean. and like, at the end of the day, you can go ahead and headcanon whatever you please, you can write fic and make art and do whatever you like, just,,, remember that they're exactly that. headcanons. stop presenting fanon as canon. please. i'm literally begging. we actually have evidence against it. just,,, acknowledge that they're headcanons and stop putting them forward as though they're able to fit into canon. please.