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unholy-cvlt · 5 months ago
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HOWLIN' FOR YOU
I must admit
I can't explain
Any of these thoughts
Racing through my brain
It's true
Baby I'm howlin' for you
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sinful-roxy · 16 days ago
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Throw the ball, to the stick Swing and miss and catcher's mitt, strike two Baby I'm howlin' for you
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kaitlinj16 · 7 months ago
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"I must admit I can't explain,
Any of these thoughts racing through my brain, it's true,
But baby I'm howlin' for you,"
🖤🖤🖤
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cloudysfluffs · 11 months ago
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he is such a little shit /affectionate
nsfw/kink blogs please dni!
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bunnys-kisses · 7 months ago
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werewolf!simon 🐺 (bc happy 3,000 followers to me <3)
you met because you were lost in the woods while camping. it wasn't your fault that all of the trees looked the same! but it led you into simon who led you back to his cabin so you could call the park ranger! simon even made you some tea before he called the land-line.
park ranger johnny or 'soap' said that the truck was out of service so it would have to wait until tomorrow. "you can be a gentleman, right simon?" he laughed over the phone. simon grumbled in response, this wasn't going to be the best idea.
it was the full moon after all.
simon allowed you your personal space as he went about his cabin. he even allowed you to use his bed for the evening. you told him that you were fine on the couch! the issue was that the bedroom could be locked from the outside, usually for his own protection. but tonight it was for yours.
"um... mister simon." you said, "i'm sorry that i'm intruding so much."
"it's alright." he got up from his spot in front of the fireplace. he walked past you and rubbed your hair as he went by, "the woods aren't a safe place."
"i was told only deer hang around here."
he chuckled, "you should be more afraid of men." he went to the nearby kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. he opened it with ease and took a sip, "man destroys."
"well." you stepped forward in a daring move, "you're a man and you're taking good care of this place." you swallowed, "i don't think the entire species is doomed."
he chuckled and took another sip, "i'm not a man."
you stilled, "so like an alien."
he put the beer down and pulled away from the counter, "more beast than man. every full moon, beasts like me roam the woods. sometimes we get a little hungry."
"so you would've eaten me?" you swallowed, you balled your fists just in case you had to make an escape.
he approached you, but you were frozen still. instead of touching you with force, it was so gentle. his thumb was dragged down your cheek, "no. i don't hurt pretty things. but i would've snapped my fangs at anything that tried to come near your tent. so for your sake, stay in my room. so i can't hurt you."
you found the courage to touch him back. your fingers dragged down the scar on his face, "but what if they come too close to your home?"
he smiled a little, "i'll give you my shotgun."
you swallowed, "well.. mister simon. maybe i need your protection?" it was better that you had a familiar face around the cabin instead of leaving it all up to chance.
he cupped your face, "i could hurt you."
you shrugged a little, "i'd rather you hurt me then some other man."
he brushed his thumb across your cheek, "well. then i guess i have to be on good behaviour then." then leaned in to kiss you on your forehead, "but i'll need to cover you with my scent."
you were soon stripped, you realized that simon has no sense of modesty. eventually you were tossed on the bed like you were a bag of potatoes. and simon pressed his weight onto you.
you pressed under a man who could easily snap your bones. but instead, you were doing weird beast-esque skin to skin contact. he rubbed up against you.
"mister simon." you squeaked.
"it's just simon."
"are you sure i can't just wear some of your clothes." they would fit.
"nah. gotta get it right into the skin." he said gruffly as he continued to snuggle against you. you didn't know what scent he was putting on you. all you smelt was old spice and aftershave.
usually for simon, he would've been pent up by now. the day was slowly waning. but he found himself getting tired. the usually sharp werewolf was turning into a metaphorical mush. it was like he felt safe in your arms.
the comfort of simon's bed plus your time hiking left you feeling drowsy too. it wasn't long before you both fell asleep. you didn't even feel the man turn into a wolf.
you simply turned to your side and get comfy against the thick hair that covered you. it was like sleeping under one of those expensive shag rugs that rich people had.
that paired with the weighed allowed you to sleep soundly as the full moon passed the sky. you were a relaxing force to this werewolf and you didn't even know it.
the next morning, johnny came by to pick you up but instead found you under the enormous weight of one simon riley. he was soundly snoring and the ranger just chuckled to himself.
"i'll come back later so you don't ma head off."
(this could be expanded on later. i'm calling it the 'howlin' for you' au aka the werewolf au)
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writeforfandoms · 1 year ago
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Howlin’ For You - epilogue
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Well, I know people wanted more of these two. And after a conversation with a shameless enabler, this is what I came up with! I hope you all enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, talk of marriage/mating, talk of children, shifter social norms, shifter behavior
Word count: 2k
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You shifted your weight in the seat yet again. “You’re sure they won’t mind?” you asked quietly, unable to keep the anxiety at bay.
“Love, they’re right thrilled to meet ye,” Soap murmured, squeezing the hand held captive between both of his. He was a long line of warmth against your side in the chilly train, pressed up against you from knee to shoulder. 
You blew out a breath, noisy but short, venting a bit of your nerves. “Right. Okay.” 
He nuzzled your cheek softly, squeezing your hand again. “Ye’ll have fun,” he murmured, a soft promise in his tone. “And if ye donnae, we’ll go. Aye?”
“Right.” You did relax a little at the reminder. 
“Never done a meet the family?” The words were gently teasing, even as he tried to tug you closer. You swatted his thigh, because you’d already refused to sit in his lap. Twice. This trip. 
“Never.” You bit your lip, wrinkling your nose. “Especially not with, y’know, the rest of the stuff.”
“Stuff.” Soap huffed a little laugh. “Funny way of puttin’ it, love.” 
“Oh hush.” You warmed, tucking your head down against his shoulder. 
“They’re all excited,” he murmured. “Might get a few rude sniffs, though.”
You couldn’t help it. You laughed quietly, relaxing into him. Which, of course, was his goal all along. 
“Promise, love,” he murmured. “Won’t be a problem.” 
You nodded, taking a deep breath. You’d just have to trust him for now. 
You two got off the train, Soap herding you through the station easily and out to the pickup area. A woman waved at the two of you, dark hair shining in the sunlight, an easy smile on her face. 
“‘Bout time,” she called as Soap herded you to her car, taking your bag to put in the back. “How was the trip?”
“Uneventful,” Soap said with a shrug.
"You must be his mate." She smiled at you. "I'm Layla." 
You gave her your name, a little shy. 
"Ah ken, Johnny willnae shuddup 'bout ye." She flashed a bright grin at you. 
You warmed and quickly got into the car. Soap settled next to you, ignoring Layla's snickering. 
"She's one o' my big sisters," Soap told you. "Got two more."
"Big family," you murmured. 
"Aye." He smiled at you. "Jeannie already has two bairns o' her own." 
You nodded, leaning a little into his side, unable to entirely quell your anxiety. Soap hummed softly, twining his fingers with yours. 
"Mum has everyone for dinner tonight," Layla said as she drove. 
"How many people is everyone?" You were almost afraid to ask. 
"No more'n twelve. Ach, no, fourteen, forgot the two littles." 
"Oh." You blinked. That… was a lot of people. 
"Ye'll be fine," Soap whispered to you. "Promised, aye?"
"Right." You breathed in deep, trying to relax. 
Layla chattered the rest of the drive, and you understood most of it. But she used some words you didn't know. Not that you said anything - you got the gist of it. Mostly, she and Soap caught up. 
Which worked great for you. 
Layla parked the cat outside a big house, and you swallowed. 
"C'mon, love." Soap patted your hand before he got out. 
One last deep breath and you got out too. The house was lovely, the grounds green and lush. 
And then there were four pups crowding around you, yipping and sniffing and (in one case) nipping. You squeaked, a little overwhelmed. 
"Behave!" Layla called, heading up to the house. The one that nipped you looked apologetic. 
"Uh, that's okay?" You patted the top of that one's head. 
All four pups crowded you again, little tails going a mile a minute. They all had that same wolf-husky look that you were used to from Soap, though they varied in color. Two were red and white, much like Soap, while one was mostly gray and the last was black and white. 
And all of them still had floofy puppy fur. 
"I… oh my god you're all cute," you muttered, looking down at the pups. "Is it okay if I pet you?" 
One of the pups immediately flopped over on his back for belly rubs. Which you obliged. Except you only had two hands and there were four pups. It took all of a minute for them to gang up on you and knock you flat on your back on the grass. 
A sharp whistle pierced the air, and the pups all scrambled off you. You sat up, pretty sure you looked disheveled now. 
"Ah, Mum wants t' see ye." Soap appeared to offer you a hand up, hauling you to your feet easily. His strength didn't surprise you anymore. 
He walked you up to the house and around back to a set of chairs and a table. His mum was very clearly his mum, her hair salted but still thick and dark, the same glint of humor in her eyes that you saw in Soap's. 
"Be welcome in our home," she said, soft and melodious. 
"Thank you." You sat when she waved to the chair across from her. 
"So, ye caught Johnny's eye." She gave you a quick once-over. 
"Seems that way." You smiled a little, nervous. 
"Good. He's a handful, but he's a good man." Her smile was soft and proud. 
"He is," you agreed. "Even though he did spring the whole shifter thing on me." 
His mum laughed. "Aye, he told us." 
"I suppose there was no good way to do it," you admitted. "And at least Captain Price was  pretty nice about the whole thing." 
"Was he? Good. Ah'd hate t' haveta have 'nother talk with him." 
"Another?" Your eyebrows shot up. 
"Oh aye." Her smile twinkled with mischievous glee.
"Tell me more?" You leaned forward, intrigued. 
"Johnny, be a dear an' go help yer da." 
Soap huffed but pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. And left you alone with his mum. 
Who proceeded to tell you all about the time she yelled at Captain John Price and then informed him that the 141 had all been unofficially adopted. You kind of wished you'd been able to see that. 
At some point you were ushered inside and seated between Soap's mum and Soap. All three of his sisters were there, along with the five children between them - the four pups you'd sort of met, and one baby. His da was a quiet man that was quick to smile. 
It was the best kind of overwhelming, honestly. 
Until his sister Jeannie asked, "So when are ye having yer first?" 
You coughed as your drink attempted to go down the wrong way. Soap thumped your back, shooting his sister a look. 
"We, um, haven't talked about it," you said, gaze flitting between the lot of them. 
"Tha's a surprise." Maggie, the third sister, had both eyebrows raised as she looked between you two. 
"Maggie," Soap warned, eyes narrowed. 
"Just askin'," Maggie said, still looking between you and Soap. 
"No need ta growl," Jeannie added. 
You blinked and Soap actually did growl. And that was all it took for chaos to descend, the entire table weighing in with their opinion. It quickly became completely unintelligible, accents getting thicker and more completely unrecognizable words getting thrown in.
You quickly gave up on trying to translate anything and just sat there, shoulders a little hunched, watching it all with wide eyes. 
His da caught your eye and jerked his head, standing quietly. You followed suit. Nobody even batted an eye, all caught in the argument. 
Outside was much quieter, and his da sat in one of the chairs and patted another for you. 
"Are ye happy? With my boy?" 
"I am." You smiled, a little abashed. "I never expected any of this, and it was definitely a shock at first. But I'm happy." 
"That's all that matters." He smiled at you, warm and gentle. "Dinnae fuss 'bout the rest." 
"Okay." You relaxed. 
There was a shout from inside and then a chorus of puppy barks. His da sighed. 
"Is it always like this?" You couldn't help but ask, grinning. 
"Och aye. Mated to a hellion, I am." But he looked pleased with himself.
You couldn't help but laugh, just a little. It was actually pretty peaceful out here with just the two of you. 
Except then he stood, motioning you to wait. You blinked and watched him walk off to the side. But when he started to strip, you immediately looked away. You knew it wasn't a big deal, not to them, but you couldn't get over the ingrained feeling that you needed to look away. 
A big wolf padded over to you, darker brown with a tan underside. He was even bigger than Soap. He sat in front of you and rested his chin on your knee. 
"More comfortable that way?" You asked, curious. He huffed softly. "Can I…?" You held out one hand, waiting for him to tip his head in permission. Then you stroked the top of his head softly. "You really don't mind I'm not like you?" 
He looked up at you and very deliberately shook his head. You smiled. 
"Thank you." You relaxed into your chair, absently stroking the top of his head, listening to the furor inside slowly calm. 
"Love?" Soap poked his head out the door and huffed. "There ye are." 
"Mmhm." You smiled at him. "Nice and quiet out here. A bit chilly." 
That was all it took to have Soap draping himself over the back of your chair to be your personal space heater. His da huffed with doggie laughter. 
"Alright, love?" Soap nuzzled the crook of your neck. 
"Mmhm." You tipped your head a bit. "Long as nobody else asks about stuff we haven't discussed yet." 
The sudden, absolute silence from behind you was damning. You sighed. 
"Okay. What else came up?"
"Dinnae matter." Soap tightened his grip on you. 
"Hey." You poked his arm. "C'mon. Tell me so I'm prepared." 
Soap sighed. "They're wonderin' when we're gettin' mated. Properly." 
"Hm." You paused for a moment until his da budged your hand, then continued stroking his fur. "Can we put them off until we've talked about it?"
His da chuffed at you, soft but encouraging. Behind you, Soap chuckled. 
"That's a yes," he translated. "He likes ye."
"What can I say? I'm charming." You tipped your head to grin at him. 
"Ye charmed me," he agreed. 
"I picked you up on the side of the road."
"Charmed me with food."
You laughed, leaning back into him. "Best decision I ever made." 
"Ye are right smart." He kissed your cheek. "Ye ready to go to bed?"
You shrugged a little, careful not to disturb him. "In a few minutes. This is pretty nice." 
Soap hummed softly, nuzzling the crook of your neck again. 
"Full moon is in two nights?"
"Aye. We'll all go." He paused. "Unless ye want–"
"Absolutely not. You're going hunting with your family, sweetheart. I'll read." 
His da chuffed again, tail wagging slowly. Soap made a startled noise, and his da chuffed again. You knew you were missing that conversation, but you didn't feel left out. It was hard to feel anything bad when you were so securely between the two, both of them radiating warmth and comfort. 
"Da says he'll keep ye company, if ye like." 
"That's your choice," you told the wolf, stroking along one velvety ear. "I certainly won't say no, but I don't want to deprive you of the hunt."
His da huffed again and tipped his head into your hand. You didn't need a translation for that. You just smiled. 
Maybe his family wasn't so terrifying after all.
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lulublack90 · 4 months ago
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Prompt 22 - Intelligence
@jegulus-microfic July 22, Word count 448
As requested by @samynnad102687 we have the start of another series 🤣
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“What the fuck are you doing here Reg?” Sirius narrowed his eyes at his brother. 
“James asked me to have coffee with him,” Regulus told him, being as vague as possible. James could literally see Sirius’s hair frizzing. He braced himself for what was coming.
“And how did you meet James?” Sirius growled through gritted teeth. 
“In the park,” Regulus set his jaw and raised his chin. James could sense the fight coming. Everything he’d heard about Sirius’s little brother had ended with them fighting. 
“I was doing my stretches against a tree when an apple core hit me on the head. I threw it back up and Regulus fell out of the tree. To say sorry, I offered to buy him coffee.” James butted in. He decided to leave out the part where he was wildly attracted to the younger Black brother.
“Why were you in a tree?” Sirius sneered at him. Regulus rolled his eyes in return. 
“The usual, contemplating the state of the world. Trying to decide what to cook for dinner. Debating the pros and cons of coming out to our parents,” Regulus said, as though it was nothing. Sirius’s eyebrows shot up his face and he gulped. Whatever he’d thought Regulus had been about to say, that was not it. 
The rush at the counter had died down and Remus came over to see what the hold-up was with Sirius. 
“Hey, sweetheart, there are other customers waiting,” Remus snaked his arms around Sirius’s middle and kissed his temple. It was Regulus’s turn to be shocked. Sirius had started going out with Remus after he’d cut ties with his family. It had been five years since he’d seen his brother, so Regulus had no idea that his brother liked boys too.
“Hey, Moony, can I have my usual and a ham and cheese toastie, please? Regulus, what do you want?” James tried to change the subject. 
“Regulus? The Regulus?” Remus waited for Sirius’s confirmation, but it never came.  
“I believe my brother’s intelligence has taken a dip since we last saw each other, and he is unable to answer that very simple question. Hi, Regulus Black,” Regulus offered his hand to Remus and Remus took it, giving it a quick shake. 
“Remus Lupin. Welcome to Howlin’ at the Moon, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” James let out a sigh. Remus was always the voice of reason. He just hoped Regulus and Sirius could work it out, as he really didn’t want to have to say goodbye to Regulus just yet. He’d only just met him, and those grey eyes were drawing him in more and more each time Regulus flicked them over him.
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cupcakeinat0r · 10 months ago
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ukulelette · 6 months ago
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Howlin' Pelle Almqvist interviewed by mediaeventsnu
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unholy-cvlt · 5 months ago
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camillabanilla · 1 year ago
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That time Astarion got turned into a cheese wheel at the circus.
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"Trust no one" Rolls away
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howlintherain · 7 months ago
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joshua twewy walked so nagito danganronpa could run
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aeolianblues · 5 months ago
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Since no one else seems to want to do it I'm gonna do it: The Hives online insanity appreciation post. Because I am still thinking about 'my artisanal handmade Samsung Galaxy replica'
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yeenybeanies · 1 year ago
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IT'S COMING ALONG!!! Best quality: his wiggles
Also Ghost's shirt is working so hard, like damn maybe go up a size but also don't <3
I feel like I could make his jeans work harder too. We'll see ....
hhHOOOOOAAAAAA THEM!!!!!
HOLDS THIS TO MY CHEST & WAILS!!!
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waterdeep-weavemoss · 3 months ago
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My darling – 
I’ve been lonely too, you know. As much as you’ve longed to hear from me, I’ve been clawing at your door, waiting to be let in. It seems you’ve been playing the mouse for too long in this game with the devil, and he's drowned out all the noise except for him.
If that’s what you want, don’t let me stand in your way; I’ve had my fair share of vermin and could live a thousand lifetimes without another drop. But you, my dear – you are no mouse. It’s about time you stop acting like one. If it were up to me, the devil’s name would be a whisper on the wind, and I’d have you all to myself. 
The only thing I want is you. Of course, I won’t make you choose; you are free to share your affections with whomever you wish. I will take what you choose to give, but please know that my heart is yours should you want it. I only ask that you do not break it. 
Gale has been dreadful these weeks, so against my better judgement, I ask that you write the poor wizard something. If he’s truly fallen out of favor with you, then put him out of his misery; if you don’t, I will. 
Should you want me to warm your bed once more, you need only ask, my sweet. 
Find me in the shadows beneath your doorstep. 
I’ll be waiting. 
–A
Ohhh I haven't had coffee yet I was not prepared to feel this way 😭
'you are no mouse. it's about time you stop acting like one' ahhhhh what a fucking excellent line. it has so many echoes of what i used to tell myself when i decided i was done shrinking for others' benefit.
this is such beautiful work anon, thank you. i just want to gather up those silly boys and pepper their sad little faces with kisses.
💜
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