#love ya/p have fantastic day/night

[layraket]

Happy Holidays! This year I wanted to make gifts for some people and you’re one of the people I chose to do.

Don’t feel obligated to answer the ask, but I hope you good holiday season and wishing you the best in 2025! <3

(I’m giving yours earlier ‘cause you said that you celebrate Christmas on the eve instead :)

OUGH MY CHILDREN 😭 THANK YOU I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I DONT EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS IN ENGLISH TO REALLY REACT OH MY GOODNESS

it's really cute that you decided to give gifts to people, that's really cool!

oughhhh Lloyd and Butter and Cely all together.... my beautiful blorbos..... thankyouthankyouthankyou sooooo much

happy holydays have a fantastic day you deserve it like a lot so soso much

[missguomeiyun]

Homecooking [May ed]

Be proud of me :P  I cooked more this month haha

I also did some night shifts. .. & lived thru over a week of really poor air quality. I shouldn’t be complaining, considering ppl have lost homes, businesses, & community facilities/shops but it was just so bad. It’s bad for me, so I could only imagine what it’s like for ppl with respiratory or heart problems. Every yr there are wildfires here but I read somewhere that this is the 1st time AB beat BC in ‘starting’ of wildfires. Like our Albertan wildfires aren’t supposed to start yet but we had a few days where temperature was 10degrees above average, plus the winds. .. Yikes!!

^ that’s the sun at 0815h o_O !!!!

Now that short track season, primarily the World Championships ended. .. the sports event I was looking to was the Sudirman Cup for badminton. It’s held every 2 yrs & this yr, the venue is was in Suzhou - China’s 1st international badminton event in over 3 yrs! Can’t say much about the venue bcos I only see the inside & it’s focussed on a court lol but BWF inserts travel-themed clips in the opening of every live so I got to see some of the views in Suzhou. I’ve actually been there! Anyway, what a wild ride!!! I won’t give spoilers but the CHN vs JPN semi-finals. .. YOU NEED TO WATCH IT! At least the highlights. So much drama!! The finals... I was a little disappointed. I thought KOR vs CHN would be a tight battle but . ..

Alrighty, let’s get to the food~

Random flour noodle with choy sum & egg.

The same package of noodle with choy sum & Busan fish cake.

lol you can tell these were my post-night shift meal... I tend to go for simpler stuff, & in smaller portions bcos I eat 6 times when I’m working nights...

Air fryer egg plant. You may think it’s weird.. . but I really like it.

Fettuccine with tomato + vegetarian sausage

Udon with capa cabbage & grey squash. Another one of those night shift stretch meals.

Mom’s air fryer chicken

vs .. my air fryer chicken

*she added Chinese soy sauce to it for a better colour hence why it’s so dark

There were not as good I thought. It’s gotta be the plain Costco fries :P

Thick rice noodles + egg + cucumber, seasoned with Korean tartar sauce & fish sauce (the green cap squid one). This is probably the most randomest thing I ‘put together’ this month haha! Usually the thin vermicelli noodles are used but I used the thick soup kind of rice noodles. Then the combo of tartar sauce + fish sauce... But trust me, it was good!

Using the raclette grill for the 1st time this year

Air fryer ribs with a hamburger bun

A closer look. I used the Montreal steak spice with some extra fresh ground black pepper. Yum~

Sujebi with baby bokchoy, seaweed, white beech mushrooms, & an egg~

Udon with napa cabbage, carrot thins & egg.

May book #1: The Obsession. It was quite an easy read (recommended to me via Chapters recommendation based on my purchase history lol). I didn’t think it was ‘thrilling’ enough for be called a thriller but that’s bcos this is a YA fiction novel so the intended audience is YA. The storyline itself was well thought out but was predictable. I thought the ending was a bit rushed. Read it for relaxation~ I rate it 7.8/10~

May novel #2: Just Haven’t Met You Yet. A rom-com that could easily be made into a movie or drama. I thought the main girl was a pathetic - the type that “I don’t know what I want; my life has been a lie”. You know, the aimless, not driven type of lead that you can’t relate to. Or maybe you can *shrugs* I bought it bcos it begins with “suitcase switch-up” & I thought, “ooooh totally K-drama plot”. I enjoyed it overall; with some slow moments. I really like the main girl’s boss. 8.0/10 (lower than expected)

May novel #3: the Eighth Girl. What a fantastic debut novel by this author~  this novel was very thrilling & dark. It’s about a girl with DID & she goes through things.. . The plot itself is simple to understand but I love twists & novels that make me think. This was one of those. It’s better to start reading without reading up on it so I will leave it here!

K ttyl!!

[princecharmingmendes]

My medical terminology exam went worse than the first one so I’m gonna have to stick with the 74% and I had my human A&P lab exam rn and it went so bad I actually just wanna go home and cry!! 😭 I barely knew anything on there and the things I knew just left my mind as soon as o started. Now I have to ace the lecture exam to make up for this 😭 well hopefully you are having a fantastic day! 💕

oh darling, i’m so sorry to hear

and unfortunately i’m not having the best day, for starters my foot is swollen and hurting a lot, and i’m stuck in a 12h night shift 🤡

anyway, hope you had a good weekend to makeup for it! love ya! 🤍

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Nine

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Nine Summary: The morning after brings new developments and the Brotherhood get to work. (Sorry, I suck at summaries sometimes.)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.5k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Nine Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Eight Part Ten

Lori

I woke in the morning just in time to watch Sy walk across the room and go into the bathroom. Naked, of course. His broad, jacked back was covered by a tattoo of the Brotherhood’s patch and it rippled as he swung his arms.

I bit my lip as he closed the door behind him. Even nude the man had swagger. And it was no wonder because he definitely had the skills to back up his bravado.

And he had a fantastic ass. 

Fuck. Even when he isn’t in the same room, he made my mind melt.

I stretched, my body ached pleasantly as I raised my arms and pointed my toes. I heard the toilet flush and it was followed quickly by the sound of the shower.

I smiled and thought a shower would be nice. A few more hours of sleep would have been better but a shower would do. Especially with Sy. I definitely needed it after the events of last night. And earlier this morning. 

Hoping I wasn’t assuming too much, I stripped off and knocked on the bathroom door. 

“‘S open.”

I peeked my head in the door. “Want some company?” I asked a little shyly.

“Ya mean do I wanna see ya naked again? Sure.”

I laughed and shook my head. Sy opened the cubicle door and brought me into the shower.

“Ugh the water’s freezing,” I hissed, “Why do guys always have the water so damn cold?”

“‘Cause we wantcha to use us to warm up,” Sy grinned, putting a hand on my lower back and bringing me closer.

He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my mouth to his. His closed mouth kiss was soft but lingering, moving gently over my lips.

“I could kiss you all day,” he hummed. 

“Maybe you can, when you get back.”

“You’d like that?” he asked softly, as if unsure.

“I would,” I whispered. 

“If you still want to when I get back, then I’ll give ya a whole day. You, me and kisses.”

“Just kisses?” I asked, teasingly.

“I didn't specify where I'd kiss ya,” he smirked.

He kissed me again. A little harder, holding me closer and he began to thicken against my belly in quick, strong pulses that made my core instantly wet. I moved my hips, the friction making him stiffen faster and it wasn’t long before he was rocking against me in that now familiar rhythm he had that drove me crazy. I was impressed, the man had stamina.

But then he groaned and put his hands on my hips, stilling my movements. “We gotta go before they come lookin’ for us. We have a lot of miles today. Wanna get to the club house before night falls.”

“You'll be leaving as soon as we get there?”

“Yeah. Change of clothes and a quick look over the bike and I'll be on the road.”

I nodded, dropping my head onto his shoulder and encircling his neck with my arms. “Hold me a little longer?”

He didn’t reply, he just lowered his head to kiss my forehead and wrapped his arms around mine.

After showering and dressing we didn’t have time for breakfast before the Brothers were set to have their meeting. That was ok by me. I was even more nervous about facing them than I had been yesterday and my stomach was a little unsettled. Last night something had actually happened, and there was no doubt in my mind they all knew about it.

When I opened the motel door I was greeted by a shock of nearly white hair and Geralt turned with a small smile on his face.

“Good morning,” he said. His grin grew into a smirk and he raised an eyebrow. “Sleep well?”

I blushed and he chuckled.

“Knock it off,” Sy said from behind me, his voice full of faux indignation. And a hint of pride.

“Here,” Geralt said, still grinning, and passed both Sy and I a store bought coffee.

“Thank you,” I said.

Geralt’s smile grew softer as he tilted his head in acknowledgement. Sy reached past me and grabbed his, taking a huge gulp.

“It’s not true what I say about you. You’re alright, ya know?” Sy said to Geralt. The older Brother rolled his amber eyes and indicated with a short jerk of the head that we should follow him.

Clutching my coffee cup like it was a life preserver I took a deep breath as we entered Walker's room. I kept my head down as I lingered by the door, but Mike called me over patting the empty space at the edge of bed in almost the same manner as he had yesterday morning. 

I glanced at Sy. He was taking a sip of his coffee, making his way over to Marshall. Marshall tilted his head towards me with a crooked smile. He looked tired, his eyes were a little red rimmed. Walker was fussing inside a bag and didn’t lift his head to acknowledge us at all. Geralt was heading over to the small dining table and Mike was still looking at me expectantly.

I sighed with relief and sat next to Mike. Other than the quick, gentle ribbing from Geralt, perhaps no one would say anything about last night.

However, as the meeting began, I noticed the vibe was subtly different. Mike, though still friendly and grinning, hadn’t kissed my cheek like he normally does. Geralt seemed tense, like he was poised for a fight. Walker barely looked at me and when he did, I could see the muscles of his jaw tighten and his nostrils flare.

Marshall stood against the wall next to Sy. They stood in nearly twin positions, both with arms folded across their chests. Sy had his legs apart, shoulders back, chin raised, occasionally bringing the coffee to his lips. Marshall was less stiff, his shoulders hunched, chin down and he looked at me through burning hooded eyes.

Sy whispered something to Marshall. He glanced at Sy, and Sy shrugged. Then his eyes were back on me. I looked away, feeling heat in my cheeks, an ache between my legs and a sickening disgust in my heart. Sy hadn’t even left, and I was already having thoughts about Marshall. What the fuck is wrong with me?

As soon as Walker dismissed us, I was out the door. I needed air. 

Mike was not far behind me. Sy and Marshall were following too, but they fell back as I walked across the carpark. Mike stayed with me calling out to stop.

“You can’t just run off like that, Baby,” Mike said when I stopped at the low bricked fence line of the motel behind a garden bed and sat.

“I want to be alone,” I said. “I haven’t been alone in days.”

Mike nodded in understanding but didn’t back off. I rolled my eyes at him.

“What?” he asked, grinning. God, he looked like a big dumb puppy, always excited and bouncing around.

“Just give me a fucking cigarette.” I said, shaking my head with both agitation and amusement as he lit one up for me and passed it over.

I looked out onto the street through the bushes as I smoked, trying to get my head right. Mike started yapping about how when he was a kid, he had tried to walk a fence and a friend of his pushed him off.

“I broke my arm in two places,” he said. “Hurt so bad, and I had to wait two hours in ER. My mum kicked my ass when I got home.”

I smiled. His chatter was often self deprecating and soothing. But most of all, it made me stop obsessing about the seriousness of my situation. With Mike, I felt like I was hanging out in the dorms back at school, instead of being holed up in a seedy motel under the protection of five strangers because someone who had murdered my parents wanted me dead as some sort of message to my brother.

A slow-moving car caught my eye. The driver was wearing a baseball cap pulled down low, but damn, he looked like Jake. He glanced in my direction briefly and I dropped my cigarette in fright. I turned away quickly, ducking low behind the shrubbery and hiding my face into Mike’s chest. 

There was no doubt in my mind. That was Jake.

“Hey, whoa.” Mike put his arm around me but leaned back trying to look at my face. “Okay. Not that I’m complaining, but are you alright, Babycakes?”

“Is that car gone?”

“Which one?”

“Electric blue, sedan.”

“Yeah, why?”

I lifted my head cautiously and looked for the car. It was gone.

I looked at Mike and he smiled at me, flashing such a cute and shy grin that at any other moment would have made me swoon. He leaned towards me, licking his lips, his mouth stopping a hair's breadth from mine.

“You ok?” Mike asked. His chest started to heave as his eyes roamed my face.

“I thought I saw someone.”

I looked past Mike to Sy and Marshall. They watched us like chaperones at a dance, seemingly talking to one another, but their eyes were firmly on Mike and me. 

I made a quick decision and hoped it was the right one.

“I need to talk to Walker.”

Mike chewed his lip and tilted his head to consider me. His brows came together and the silver barbell in his eyebrow flashed in the sun as he nodded. He flicked his cigarette away  and with his arm still holding me, he took me with him as he stood. 

As he led me past Sy and Marshall, both men frowned and their relaxed facade dropped instantly as their bodies constricted and coiled into a fighting stance.

“What happened?” Sy rushed ahead of us, drawing me away from Mike and putting his hand under my jaw to look into my eyes. I heard Mike grumble.

“I need to talk to Walker,” I said. A flash of something crossed Sy’s face, disappointment maybe? Jealousy? I couldn’t be sure.

“It’s serious?” Marshall asked from my side.

“It could be,” I said.

“C’mon,” Mike said.

Sy gave me another look over and my throat felt like it was going to close up. For some reason I wanted to apologise to him and I opened my mouth to do so but he shook his head and led me to the room.

Walker raised an eyebrow as I entered. Geralt stood and approached me, lifting my chin to get a good look at my face.

“What happened?” he asked Sy. “She looks scared to death.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” I said firmly and lifted my chin out of Geralt’s grasp.

Geralt’s lips pulled thin across his face and he grunted. I shrugged off Sy and stood in front of Walker. I took a quick look at the faces of the other four men and I knew I had made the right choice. Walker would look at the situation calmly; I wasn’t sure if the others would go after Jake half-cocked.

“I saw Jake,” I said. 

Walker blinked like he had no idea what I was talking about. Sy muttered a curse and his face darkened. I reached a hand to Sy and rested it on his arm before I continued speaking. 

“Jake is the friend I called yesterday.”

Walker raised his eyebrows. “Syverson, get her helmet,” he said. Sy left the room, for once not complaining about being told what to do. “Take your jacket off,” Walker said to me.

I looked at Marshall. He nodded, so I shucked my leathers off and handed them to Walker before I sat on the edge of the bed. Marshall sat next to me, Mike sat on the other side, both looking at each other over my head. Geralt moved to the window, peeking through the curtains, as he pulled his gun out of his holster.

My ankle bounced restlessly as I crossed my legs and I stuck my thumb between my teeth and gnawed on the nail. Walker ran his hands over my jacket seams, checking the buttons and pockets methodically.

“Stop lookin’,” Sy said as he entered the room, tossing something small to Walker. “Mother fucker attached it to my God damn bike.”

Walker lifted his moustached lip in a sneer. He studied the object for a moment before laying it on the table.

“Check every bike,” Walker said to Sy. “Helmets, bags, everything. Twice.”

Sy nodded but hesitated and the two shared a look that I couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah, I know,” Walker said to Sy’s unasked question. “We may need the plan B.” Walker turned to Geralt. “Watch his six.”

Geralt and Sy left, but not before Sy looked at me strangely.

Mike got up from next to me and took Geralt’s position by the window, reaching into his jacket for his weapon. I felt Marshall take my hand.

“Sweetheart.”

I forced my attention onto Marshall. He was looking at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

“No apologies needed,” Marshall assured me. “Tell me everything you know about Jake. Where you met him, how long you’ve known him. Don’t leave anything out, I need every detail.”

I took a deep breath and tried to organise my thoughts into something coherent, but I ended up rambling, not able to finish sentences before remembering something else. Marshall just nodded as I talked, occasionally prompting me with questions. At some point he pulled a small notebook out of his jacket pocket and started writing notes.

As I told Marshall about Jake, I realised I knew next to nothing about him. We met at a bar about three months ago. I remembered letting him take me home, but I had passed out drunk at his house, in his bed. I remembered waking up with a blanket over me, my clothes still on and he had slept on the couch.

“That was reckless, Sweetheart,” Marshall said with a hint of disapproval in his tone. “You could have been hurt.”

“I don’t know why I did that. I don’t even remember the trip home. I don’t even remember drinking that much.”

Marshall and Walker exchanged a look. When Marshall turned his attention back at me, his face was grim. “Do you know his address?”

Nodding, I told them where he lived. Walker made a phone call while Marshall questioned me some more. I didn’t have much more to tell. I didn’t know his last name, his hometown, even what I knew of his job was sketchy.

Sy and Geralt came back reporting the bikes were clean. The guys talked amongst themselves, and I zoned out staring at my shaking hands. 

Marshall’s large hand covered mine. It was warm and the outer edge of it was peppered sparsely with dark hair. He put his arm around me, drawing me close and my head fell into his shoulder. He was strong like Sy and just as warm and comforting. His scent was musky, masculine and inviting. His body didn’t feel as hard as Sy’s but he was in no way out of shape and as I pressed my hand to his chest, I could feel the firmness of his pecs beneath his thin t-shirt.

Gathering myself, I started listening to the Brothers talk. They were going back and forth about what to do. 

Marshall and Geralt argued for a safe house, their patches gave away their location making it easy for me to be traced. Sy and Mike were in favour of returning to the Clubhouse arguing it was fortified better than the safehouses and able to be defended.

“Did he see you?” Walker asked me.

“I don’t think so.”

“We were partially obscured by the hedge, out front,” Mike said. “I would have made her move if she was out in the open.”

Walker nodded then addressed the Brothers, “I couldn't see a tail. You?”

Sy shook his head and so did the others.

“He must be relying on this to find her, it's unlikely he’s been able to follow with eyes on us without one of us noticing.” Walker handed the tracker back to Sy. “Put it back where you found it. Head South to the border. After a day, destroy it. We’re going to the clubhouse.”

Sy nodded. “I’ll do it, but you’ve got to cancel that job ya got me goin’ on.”

Walker folded his arms. “I don’t think so, Syverson. The clubhouse is a fortress, no one can breach it.”

“Don’t let your fuckin’ ego get in the way here.” Sy stood toe to toe with Walker.

Their similarity in height and stature was uncanny. But where Sy moved with a big man’s lack of grace, Walker was smooth and calculated, his movements slick like he was made of liquid. If it came to a fight, it would be impossible to guess who would come out on top.

“Even if you don’t care about her, losing a client would do irreparable damage to our reputation and—”

“And so would cancelling the job.” Walker turned his back on Sy, and my eyes widened as Sy’s hands balled into fists.

Quicker than I could track, Geralt was on his feet. His arm wrapped around Sy’s waist and walked him out of the room, murmuring in his ear. I got up to follow, but Marshall grabbed my hand pulling me back to the bed.

“Give him a minute to cool off,” Marshall said. “And then you can say goodbye.”

“We’re leaving in ten. Princess, you’re with me.” Walker said.

“No,” I said.

“What?”

“I said no. I don’t want to ride with you.”

Walker inhaled and raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t asking.”

“She can ride with me,” Mike said from the window. “My bike is the fastest, it’ll have the least weight and I can outride all of you. If it comes to it, I’m not much help in a firefight so if shit goes down, I’ll get her to a safe house while you give us time to get away. It’s the ideal option.”

“Kid has a point,” Marshall added.

I had no idea if Mike was right, but I jumped at the opportunity. “I’ll ride with Mike.” 

Mike looked at me nodding, with a huge smirk of triumph on his face. I shook my head, hiding my own grin. For a second there he had actually sounded like he was taking things seriously.

Walker’s jaw was clenched so hard, I swear I could hear his teeth cracking. “Fine,” he spat.

I stood up and went to the door.

“Where do you think you are going?” Walker snapped at me.

“To say goodbye to Sy,” I said, opening the door and walking out.

“Fucking little b— Mike, go with her,” I heard Walker growl before Mike shot through the door behind me. I smiled though. It was good to know that I could ruffle that cold, calm exterior of his.

I found Sy having a smoke, leaning against the wall. Geralt saw me first and touched Sy’s shoulder before he walked away. Mike hung back too, leaving the two of us alone. Sy flicked his butt into a tray of sand and held his arms out and I let myself be drawn into his arms.

I felt his chest rumble as he hummed. I would miss that.

Sy lowered his head, his deep seductive drawl dripped like honey into my ear. “Give me some sugar, li’l girl.”

I raised my chin and his lips brushed mine. His hands lowered to the back of my jeans and slipped inside the pockets as he pressed his hips against me. I grabbed the nape of his neck and tugged on it, trying to get closer to him. The cool leather of his jacket creaked as he kissed me roughly, harder than usual. His beard scratched against my chin and his tongue was demanding, controlling, filling my mouth until I was dizzy. He took my breath away, but I didn't care.

He pulled away with a growl and rested his forehead on mine. For a while we stood like that content to breathe in each other's air. 

Eventually his gaze drifted towards Geralt and Mike. Mine followed and while they weren’t looking directly at us, I could feel their eyes on us and I lowered my head as my heart began to thump erratically in my chest. 

“Remember what we talked about,” Sy said, cupping my cheeks and making me look at him. He licked his lips and swallowed as he wiped his thumbs under my eyes. “‘Bout my Brothers?”

“Sy, I don’t…” I couldn’t finish the thought. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say that wasn’t going to be a lie?

“Just remember, okay? Whatever happens won’t change anythin’ between us, Lori.”

I shook my head. He can’t mean it. There’s no way. I wanted to be mad at him, to yell at him and curse him. Curse all of them for putting me in this situation.

Myself most of all.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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kinktober 2022

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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ

Day 9: Loud

❥ CW: male fave (he/him pronouns, has a dick), fem reader (reader has a vagina), pet names (baby, babe), talk of insecurities bc of past relationships, oral (fem receiving), i didn't proof read this sorry love u sksksk

"Why are you being so loud? It sounds like you're faking it."

That's what your first boyfriend had said to you, catching you off guard. You were in the throes of passion, exceedingly horny and aching to cum multiple times with the help of your boyfriend. You weren't thinking about the noises you were making: how could you when you were dead set on going brain dead from cumming so much?

His words ultimately upset you, leaving you frustrated and insecure. The relationship didn't last much longer after that, thank God, but the effect was long-lasting. One stupid guy's obnoxious opinion caused you to start muffling your moans, forcing yourself to hold back all the sounds you wanted to let out. It was inconvenient, but the last thing you wanted was for someone else to criticize the noises you made during sex.

But now you were dating him.

He was such a dreamboat, a sweetheart, perfect for you. You were certain you were going to marry this man; there was no way you were going to let anyone else have someone as top tier as him.

And the sex wasn't too bad either.

Who were you kidding? The sex was fantastic. You'd only fucked a handful of times but your boyfriend could already play your body like a world-renowned musician, finding all your weak spots and zeroing in on them, happily overwhelming you. You were so lucky to have found a man who wanted nothing more than to please you, to make you cum, to ruin you in the best of ways.

But now there was a problem: you made a bit too much noise.

It really wasn't your fault: if anything, it was his fault for making you feel so good that you could barely breathe let alone think. It was then that you let out a lewd squeal, practically purring as you came for the nth time that night. You quickly stifled your moans, biting down on your arm to avoid embarrassing yourself any more.

But the problem was that he heard you. The problem was that he liked what he heard.

The problem was that he wanted to hear it again.

 "Come on, babe," he begged, hands massaging your thighs, chin tucked into your tummy. "Uncover your mouth for me. Wanna hear you for once."

"Mm-mm," you whined, shaking your head quickly, hands curled into shy fists in front of your mouth. He huffed, opening his mouth and pressing his teeth down onto your stomach, making you squeak quietly.

"C'mon, baby. Why're ya hidin from me? I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours."

"N-No," you whimpered, your resolve cracking just a bit as you watched him move down between your legs, kissing along your thighs. "It… it's embarrassing."

"No, it's not, babe." He nosed along your pussy lips, breathing in deeply, eyes fluttering as your scent hit him. "Fuck, you smell good—babe, what's… what's wrong? Why don't you want me to hear you, huh? I mean, I just wanna hear you. Why is that too much to ask?"

You stared at him, your lip wobbling, eyes growing glassy as you pondered his words. He could see how upset you were getting, causing him to coo at you as he sat up.

"Oh, baby, no no no, don't cry. I'm not mad, baby, I promise. It's fine, just forget about it, I don't wanna see you upset—"

"I-I…" You sniffed, covering your face. "I-I-I don't want you to think I'm f-faking it…" You heard him 'aww' before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly to his chest, squeezing you.

"Oh baby, don't cry. I didn't mean to push you, I… I would never think you're faking it with me." Tears streamed down your cheeks as he stroked your hair, soaking into his shirt, creating damp patches. "Why would I think you're faking it, baby?" 

"B-Because th-that's what other p-people think." His face twisted angrily, frustration evident in his tone.

"Who said? What people think that you're 'faking' it?" You sniffled, wiping at your face.

"One of my exes," you mumbled, causing him to scoff.

"Well, fuck them. You're not dating them anymore: you're dating me." He cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "You're my girlfriend, okay? I don't care what anybody else thinks about you because I think you're perfect the way you are. Don't worry about some shitty ex when the man of your dreams is right here."

You snickered at that, feeling a bit lighter after he said all that. You sniffed, watching your finger draw circles on his shirt.

"...I just don't want you to hate how I sound."

"Baby, I promise I will never hate how you sound. I'm already obsessed with you, so hearing your real moans would just make me fall for you even more."

You felt your body burn, your heart pounding a bit harder in your chest. You chew your bottom lip, nuzzling into your boyfriend's chest and hugging him.

"Thank you," you mumbled into him, feeling him rub his hand over your back.

"Of course, baby. Don't ever feel like you can't be yourself around me because I love every bit of you." You hummed, breathing deep as his hands moved over you, soothing you. He nosed at your hair, kissing your temple. "Now… would you give me the pleasure of making you feel good?" You shivered, stifling a giddy giggle, nodding slightly.

"Yeah."

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing down your face to your jaw, trailing over your neck before shuffling down between your legs again. He kissed over your thighs, nibbling lightly here and there before making eye contact with you. "Let me know if you're uncomfortable at all. I'll stop whenever you need me too."

"O-Okay."

He sighed, eyes hooded as he kissed over your upper pussy, nuzzling the fat there before pressing kisses to your pussy lips. He licked his lips before sticking out his tongue fully, slipping it between your lips and finding your clit. You trembled as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, applying the perfect amount of pressure, making you whine.

"Fuck, that's it, baby." His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently, making you keen. Your hips bucked unconsciously, hands curling in the sheets. His arms wrapped around you, holding you down to the bed so he could move his tongue down to your entrance. He pressed against your clenching hole, teasing you before pushing his tongue inside, wiggling it around.

"O-Oh my God! Babe, it—mm!--f-feels so good."

"Yeah?" he breathed, pulling his tongue out to suck your folds into his mouth. "Why don't you tell me how good it feels?"

"It—hnng—f-feels really good, babe. I love your mouth. Love when you eat me out. I love cumming on your face."

You could feel the vibrations from his groan, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your cunt. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, his own hips moving just a bit out of the corner of your eye. A particularly harsh suck made your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the strands, making him whine against you.

"O-Oh, oh baby, babe! Fuck, m-more, gimme more!"

"Yea? Ya want more?" You nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah. Wan' your fingers."

"Fuck—alright, baby. Lemme give 'em to you." He pulled back just to insert his middle finger into your cunt, licking your essence off his lips. He thrust it in and out of you a few times, gauging your reaction before he added his ring finger, curling the both of them. He smirked when you cried out.

"Oh!"

"Yeah? That the spot, baby? Does that feel good?"

"Mm-hm, mm-hm!" you replied eagerly, clenching around his fingers as they dug into your sweet spot. "P-Please, more!"

"Of course, baby. Anything you want." He brought his mouth back to your cunt, wiggling his face between your pussy lips until he found your engorged clit, sucking it hard. You squealed, hips twisting with each delicious thrust into you. You were so wound up already, so desperate to cum that you let all your insecurities fly out the window, focusing only on the mounting pleasure between your legs.

"Yes, yes, yes���oooh fuck, yes!" you moaned, hips meeting his hand with each thrust, pushing you towards your peak. Your boyfriend kept his eyes on you, his cock throbbing in his pants. The two of you had already had sex several times, but this was the first time he had seen you so wild and free, unburdened by the worry of how you sounded. 

He absolutely loved it.

"Yeah, yeah, oh my God! Babe, go faster, please go faster, I can feel it—"

His fingers thrust faster into you, tongue flicking your clit with practiced precision, leaving you wailing with delight. Your boyfriend wished he had turned on a camera before this all started: he wanted a lasting memory of these temptatious moans and cries, your voice reaching octaves he had never heard in the bedroom before.

"Babe, babe, babe! Ooo, yes, yes, oh my God, 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna—ooooh FUCK!" Your cunt spasmed around his fingers, slick gushing as you came. Your let out a gutteral groan before squealing in a high pitch, hips bucking wildly as he fucked you through your high. The sounds you made were better than any porno he had seen, your moans sending sparks of electricity down his spine, leading straight to his aching cock.

He slowed his assault on your cunt, pulling out his fingers just to bring his tongue down to your hole, licking you clean. You whined, thighs pressing against his cheeks as he slurped up your slick, drinking up every last drop of your essence before sitting up. You were panting, eyes blinking hazily at the ceiling for a moment before you started giggling, hiccupy laughs filling the bedroom. He smiled at how happy you seemed, smoothing his hands over your thighs.

"How was that?" You snorted, thighs clenching as you gazed at him.

"Amazing," you breathed, reaching out for him, wrapping your arms around his neck once he was close. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue, legs hooking around his waist. He pulled back after a minute, smiling down at you.

"Good. I'm glad you liked it, babe." You smiled shyly before biting your lip, glancing away.

"Did… was I—"

"You sounded hot," he interrupted, grinding his clothed cock against your cunt. You gasped as you felt his hard member press into you, moaning softly at the thought of how long he'd been so aroused. 

He sat on his haunches, undoing his pants before taking his cock out. The head was leaking, eager to be inside you, to fill you up. He stroked himself lazily, smirking down at you.

"Now, let's see how loud you get on my cock."

[starfallen-sloth]

Ik this is random, but I wanna bite you. Not hard or anything, but like... affectionately. I wanna lightly bite your hand. But like... it means "I love you (/p)"... anyway, on a less weird note, Have a fantastic day/night/etc. :)

Oh! Thats not really all that weird at all :D

I'm a person who bites and nibbles out of affection so I getcha! And thank you, I appreciate the gesture ehehehhehe~☆

You have a good [timezone] as well darling! Love ya too! (/p)

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

DAY 18. INJURY.

A CHALLENGE WITH JAVIER PEÑA.

NARCOS ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 700.

❝ warnings: the tittle says it. Angst, mention of blood, mention of injury, violence (?).

❝ a / n: you can send your threats to P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sidney, NSW. don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

A week has passed from your anniversary and Javi has kept his promise, taking you to your favorite place to have dinner and a lovely night. It doesn't matter if you've been together for the last year, the two of you still feel butterflies within your belly anytime the other smiles, holds the other's hand, or simply pronounces te amo. Also, the place can't be more perfect. Latin music sounding all around, different colors decorating the walls, candles illuminating the table —much better than one of these fancy restaurants where, in the end, you're hungrier than when you arrived.

Javi swings your hands laced, in silence and keeping his eyes to the front, coming back to the car to take you home and finish the night cuddling and watching a movie, taking the advantage that he has asked free the next morning to spend it with you in bed, as it's your day off too. Anything to compensate that he forgot your first anniversary. The most important day of your life.

“¿Te hace que veamos una de acción, ah?” You question, tangling your other arm around his to walk closer to him.

(Do you wanna see an action movie?)

“Nah, ya tengo demasiada acción en la vida… ¿Terror?”

(Nah, I have enough action in my day-to-day… Horror?)

“Tú lo que quieres es que me arrunche contigo…” You laugh shaking your head, watching him moving his to both sides with his lips puckered.

(You only want me to cuddle you).

“Es una forma de ve—”.

(That's one way to se—).

Javi doesn't finish his affirmation. A noise similar to a thunderbolt before a soft whistle cut off the conversation. When you're able to react, he has covered you with his arms, putting his back to the road. You feel all his weight falling over you and a moist heat staining your clothes. You two stumble to the floor under the attentive look of the passer-by walking around. Javi is almost shaking, grunting, crying. Your hands are covered in blood, but you don't feel any pain, just your heart about to jump off from your chest and abandon your body.

Its pace increases over level once you realize Javi is bleeding out. For a second, only for a second, you raise your eyes towards the two men openly, driving a cross bike down the avenue. You have seen their faces. And you're never going to forget them.

“¡Ayuda! ¡Ayuda, por favor!”

(Help! Someone help us, please!)

But nobody moves a finger as you continue pressing Javier's open wound. Two orifices. One on his back and another in his abdomen. In and out.

“Javi, Javi, mírame… mírame. No cierres los ojos”. At some point you've started to cry, begging for help from the people who are just staring at you in silence. “Mante— Mantente despierto, por favor… Por fa— Por favor”.

(Javi, Javi, look at me… look at me. Don't close your eyes. Ke— Keep awake, please… Ple— Please).

You have seen too many shots wounds in your life. You have removed one hundred bullets from any kind of body, but this is a different situation. A very different one. He is your boyfriend. The love of your life. You can't imagine a single day without him. And now, he's dying between your arms for protecting you.

You aren't sure from where you take the encouragement to take off his belt to make a tourniquet and urge him to press your jacket against it with the little strength he has, barely breathing. You stand up quickly, helping him to put on his weak feet and take him to his car —not really far away from your position.

The waiting room of the hospital is swarming with cops from the DEA and the national police when Steve and Connie arrive almost thirty minutes later. Till then, you've been in shock, just sitting on a chair looking at your trembling hands with dry blood wherever you look. Javier's blood. But when you see them appearing, you jump from your seat breaking into a loud cry. The blonde man welcomes you between his arms, tightly embracing you, as Connie tries to figure out how your boyfriend is. But they told her the same they have told you.

You have to wait.

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[ahkaahshi]

☾ 1 where reader and atsumu are together and osamu caught them? hope thats an okay request :P congratulations on 600!

prompt: ☾ #1 -> getting caught in the act with one of them by the other one

roomies: the miya twins (atsumu is the love interest)

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, edging, swearing, mentions of violence (as in samu trying not to beat tsumu’s ass, as per usual)

my note to you: this is not an okay request... it is a great request. fabulous. fantastic. breathtaking. wondrous. thank you ❤️

getting caught having sex with atsumu by osamu [mini shot]

In the midst of the haze surrounding you at feeling the constant growing and subsiding of your impending orgasm, you’re vaguely aware of the movie the two of you were watching earlier droning on in the background, completely unaware that it’s being fully ignored. The moment your (e/c) eyes shift away from Atsumu’s caramel gaze, he follows them to the laptop before reaching over and closing it.

“Better?” he asks somewhat breathlessly. A response bubbling up from your throat escapes in the form of a mewl when he pulls the leg you have draped over his torso further past his waist so he can thrust into you more deeply. He hums with pleasure and brushes his lips against your cheek. “I love bein’ able to hear ya, baby.”

After planting a few, gentle kisses against your cheek, his mouth trails over to yours so his tongue can slide between your lips. Your fingers dig into the firm muscles on his back so you can keep your bodies pressed flush against one another and increase every satisfying sensation you feel.

You’d always thought that your first time having sex with Atsumu after years of pent-up sexual tension would be fiery and passionate, like it was between the two characters in the movie you’d just been watching. However, it was rather late at night, and the two of you were worn out after a long day, hence your much lazier position. It was a far cry from the intense, backbreaking sex that you’d expected, but you enjoyed being in such an intimate, relaxed state with him just as much.

In spite of being ensconced up in a warm embrace with your leg wrapped around his waist in what appears to be a more tender and sleepy position, Atsumu’s still pounding into you rather ruthlessly. He’s not unbearably fast, but his thrusts are precise and paced deviously enough to keep you on the edge of your orgasm, just so he can hear his name roll off your tongue in desperation and relish in the sweet sounds of your pleasure.

“’Tsumu,” you whine softly against his lips when he slows his actions upon hearing your breathing become more erratic and feeling your walls clench around him.

It’s obvious that you’re growing impatient, so he gives your thigh a playful squeeze and assures you, “I’ll get ya there, sweetheart; don’t worry.”

His hot breath then falls upon your neck as he moves his head there to decorate it with small bruises while he picks up his pace once more to abuse the sweet spot within your core. Soon, you’re approaching your climax once more, and you’re so caught up in chasing your high that you don’t even notice the door swing open until another voice captures your attention.

“’Tsumu, how many fuckin’ times do I hafta tell ya not ta--”

A particularly loud moan echoing from your mouth soon morphs into a squeal when your eyes flutter open and see your other roommate standing a few feet away from the bed. “’S-Samu!” you cry.

“Well that ain’t the name I wanna hear when I'm fuckin’ ya,” Atsumu groans with irritation, withdrawing his face from your neck and glancing over his shoulder at his twin brother. “The fuck do ya want?”

Osamu’s dark eyes narrow as he argues, “I don’t have the patience for yer shitty attitude when yer the one that keeps hoardin’ my damn chargers.”

Atsumu growls, “Same goes for you.”

“Actually,” you pipe up, drawing both their attention to you, “I might’ve walked away with your phone charger on accident, ‘Tsumu.”

“Ah, that’s okay, baby girl; long as I get it back.”

The way your pussy tightens appreciatively around his cock at hearing his sweet name for you makes him groan and flop his head against the pillow. Keeping you on the edge of an orgasm all evening has meant doing the same for himself, unfortunately. With the lustful gazes you’re sharing, it’s nearly impossible for you to hold yourselves back in spite of his brother’s presence.

Osamu can see the looks in your eyes that reek of desperation, so he knows he has to get what he came for and leave soon before the two of you continue having sex right in front of him. “I swear if ya weren’t balls fuckin’ deep in (f/n) right now I’d smack the shit outta ya. Jus’ tell me where my laptop charger is,” he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair.

Wordlessly, Atsumu points to an outlet at the other side of his bed so his lips can busy themselves with kissing yours once more. With as much haste as he can muster, Osamu shuffles across the room, yanks the cord out of the wall, and leaves.

A small chuckle escapes Atsumu’s mouth once Osamu’s gone, and he pulls away from you for a moment to mention, “Damn, (f/n), lookin’ at me like that while ‘Samu’s still in the room? Yer so hot.” You exhale with contentment and smile, but only for a moment, since he’s snapping his hips against yours in an instant and suggesting, “But I’d rather see how pretty you look when I'm making you cum.”

 ⭐︎ fran’s 600 milestone event! (reqs closed, interactions welcome!)

[rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip]

Trade ya

based on this ask

TW//Slight violence and a mention of blood

-

Macaque slipped back into the theatre after his little chat with the Monkey Kid.

Boy howdy, that kid had some explaining to do, to his companions. If only he could stick around and watch that mess unfold. But he had to retrieve his lamp.

Honestly, that was easier than he thought it would be.

Wich was concerning.

As Macaque walked over to the stage he paused for a moment, where was (y/n) is all this?

The Monkey King was off doing his own thing for a while, and he'd assumed his kid would be hanging around Mk and his friends, yet the amber-furred monkey wasn't with them when they had entered the theatre.

Did Mk literally forget one of his friends? damn, he was starting to become like the Hero...

despite everything that's happened between them since the whole 'I stole the Monkey Kings powers from Mk and broke his trust leaving him emotionally distressed' thing, he actually wanted to get to know his kid(and maybe convince them to join him)the week of stalking wasn't enough for him to say the least.

Disregarding the thought (though not entirely) he make is way back to the remains of the lap.

And with a little magic it was good an new!

Fuck ya!

As he admirered his handy work for s little longer and sound of clapping caught is attention. Wiping his head around he saw the wired guy in a pin strip suit form the play, if Macaque remembered correctly this was the guy that game my the *Skeleton Key.

"My my, that was such a magnificent performance!"

"Ha, ya well it's over, t-this was the last show actually"

Oh he did not like this for a single second. His fur was standing on there ends screaming for him to just leave.

Just as Macaque was about to use the shadows to escape, in a flash of icy blue light the guy was now behind him, and the next thing he know he was being picked up by the neck and for some reason couldn't, fucking move.

What the actual hell is happening???

"Lady Bone Demon would like a word with you~"

In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed form the damaged auditorium he'd rented out to and underground cave with mechanical parts and machines everywhere.

Just one wif of the musty roten air and he knew he was in the Spider Queens lair. But it looked different then it had been that last time he was there.

Then again it's been centuries since he was last there.

He was shortly let go by the insane suite wareing guy and rubbed his neck where it had been grabbed. And just like that the guy disappeared, leaving the Lady Bone Demon in his stead.

"Why greetings Macaque, its beet long since we last spoke"

" not long enough if you ask me"

The white haired lady let out a hum of acknowledgement as she circled the monkey.

...

"Soo any particular reason why you got one of your brain dead servents to get me?" Macaque questioned, pulling back a bit not wanting to be in her immediate range.

Up purely tactical.

"Ah, well it's come to my attention that you poses something of grate use to me" her icy gaze fixed on the lamp.

"Ya not happening" Macaque said flatly, he went though a lot to get his hands on this thing and he wasn't going to part with it so easily. Besides what ever the Lady Bone Demon was planning, would spell doom for the world as they know it.

Macaque my be a bad guy in some sense, maby even be considered an antihero-that was just more of an ass on a good day- but he wasn't one for wold domination.

In the past he just wanted to wreck heaven with his dear beloved friend befor his change of heart, not enslave mankind. They just wanted to prove there worth nothing more. But this bitch, na she was jack shit crazy. It took the combined forces of Demons and celestials alike to seal her away, himself being one of said demons.

"Ohh what a shame, looks like I'll be keeping this little one then"

In a puff of smoke (y/n) collapses on the foor to her, there fur slightly matted with blood and a visible gash on the left eye.

Similar to where his was-

It wasn't deep and wouldn't cause damage, but it still needed treatment.

Holy hell is this where (y/n) was all this time?

Macaques mind was going a mile a minute but he kept his poker face.

"And I sould care about some random kid because?"

"Oh~ Don't play dumb with me, Six Eared Macaque. You know exactly who this little one is" she started using her powers for lift the amber-furred monkey off the ground there one good (color) eye glosed over and hazy.

"After all this is your child"

"Hate to brake it to ya, but I don't have a kid"

"My sources say other wise"

Several screens descended for the walls and around them, all flicked to like to reveal footage of Macaque during his little stalking mission when he first planed to steal the Monkey Kings powers and found out about his long lost kid, and then some other footage of his watching them from the shadows.

Oh, oh no.

"I had my suspension on the Luner New Years, but your reaction solidify's my assumption"

Wha- shit his poker face slipped! Shiiiit

"So I'll ask again, the lamp or your child- they won't die persay, but I think the underground market would pay a hefty sum for one of such unique lineage"

His heart was beating faster than he thought possible, wait why would it be doing that! He shouldn't care! Should he?

Glancing between the lamp and (y/n)'s beaten form Macaque made a decision he might soon come to regret.

-

(Y/n) was having a good evening, well that was until the Spider Queens minions jumped them while on there way to the theater to meet up with the others(minus Sandy, what he had cats to take care of!)

When the first woke up it was in a dingy cell. And the next thing they knew the Spider Queen tried to get information about the Monkey Kings whereabouts.

"Ya right like the peach loving old man tells me anything! So if you could kindly let me on my marry way that would be fantastic"

You realy needed to know when to such your mouth or just give total bullshit information because Queeni had gotten pissed, and tried to beat the information out of you.

The Lady Bone Demon had to pry the spider off you. Saying you still had a use befor you blacking out.

-

When they woke for a second time everything was hazy, and there was muffled talking almost like they where under water.

Water was nice, you should learn to swim! It seems like fun! Maby you could get Mk or Mai to teach you.

After all the Monkey King was a shitty swimmer- wait no he was crap as under water fights, but wouldn't that require swimming as well-

Uh oh, was you being moved? Nooo das no gooood stop!

Ughhh why won't the muffin voices stop! And why can't I feel my eye!

E-y-e

Y E S spelles yes

E Y E S spells eyes how did that one guy get that confused, and you is moving again ST 0 p

Wait this was more comfy than before, is that red? Oh my moons it is! It's so soft!

And soft it was and you drifted to a more comfortable rest this time.

-

The third and final time (y/n) woke, they weren't in a cell, or had a hazy mindset. Areas not that hazy, but this time it was more so due to medicine than pain.

In fact they lay on a plush mattress, with equally soft pillows and nice heavy blankets tossed other them.

As (y/n) sat up they winced in pain slightly.

Looking down they take notice of the bandages, and a slitting head- and there are bandages on your eye as well fucking perfect.

"Good to see your up" a voice greated. Wiping their head to the side, there stood Macaques with a slight concerned look on his face.

Wha- owowowowowowowow

Probably shouldn't be moving so fast as (y/n) winced in pain again.

As (y/n) tried to steady themselves again and think of a retort, and side of the bed diped and a hand was placed oh your forehead, whilst the other heaped your arm.

"What are you-" "checking to see if you're fever spiked " "I has a heaver?" "Fever, and yes it set is last night after a particularly nasty infection" "oh"

"Wait, why are you-"

"The Bone bitch had you, i-i couldn't just let her harm you any more than she already had"

"That's dumb, you're dumb"

Sigh

"Okay back to sleep with you"

"Where am I?" "One of my safe houses, now sleep"

Sleep but what if...

"I-its okay, it'll be okay I'll be here when you wake again"

(y/n) blinked at him.

"I promise" he said softly as he guided you back down to the pillow, he retucked you in and was about to leave when (y/n) caught his hand.

Well fuck

Uhhh, you know what he's had a long fucking day himself he needs some sleep too.

So discarding his scarf to the side, as well as some armor plating and his shoes, Macaque got into the bed himself and just used himself. As he made himself comfortable, back tuned away for his pup a single thought echoed in his head.

'Im a fucking dad now, geat'

--

*Skelton Keys are said to open any door, plus the cannon key had a skull on it so why not?

UwU Anon you have no idea what this means, you have water my crops cleared my skin and my mind is sane!

I was originally planing to have this thing where the spider queen captured the reader/oc and used the robo parasight to make them a follower, but this, this is so much better sksksksksksk

I did most of this on mobile and my auto correct is bitchy 🙃

[stusbunker]

Hunters’ Crossing: Moving In

A Kinky Swingin’ Supernatural AU

Featuring: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader

Written for: @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 3535

Square Filled: Teasing

Summary: Dean and you work on moving into your new house. Which just happens to be Sam and Rowena’s old place. A neighbor stops by while Dean is out, welcoming you to the cul-de-sac. As the day goes on, you enjoy distracting your husband until he has had enough.

Warnings: 18yo+, shower sex, oral sex (both), penetrative sex, fingering, anal sex, analingus, dirty talk, just happy couple smut.

Pre-read by @cracksinthewalls & @thoughtslikeaminefield​ (who also made the awesome header).

    Dean had been up and itching to get the show on the road for over an hour. The only things left unboxed in the two bedroom ranch, you had been renting since moving back to town, was the mattress, bedframe and a change of clothes. As of sometime after midnight, Dean and you were packed and ready to go. Unfortunately for your husband, you were still sound asleep.

    He started pacing, or what sounded like pacing from your exhausted face-down state. It turned out he had started moving the boxes from your room to the driveway.

    Dean wasn’t being loud, but it was really fucking early for that. 

    You crawled out of bed just after eight, shrugged into the old top and leggings you had left out the night before, and prayed he had gotten coffee. 

    “And she’s up,” Dean snapped his fingers in excitement. You grumbled your good morning, but snuggled into his side as he dialed Benny, his lead mechanic and the guy who was bringing the trailer. You nursed your coffee (with all the right fixings) as Dean finished his call.

    “Can you believe where we’re gonna be livin’?” Dean kissed your temple, then looked down at you like a kid on the way to Disneyland.

     “Uh, yeah, so can the bank account. You’re lucky you’re so cute and Sam’s lucky you have a soft spot for him,” you finished on a mumble.

    “You love that house, don’t be like that,” Dean tisked at you.

    “I do! I do. It’s just, I could have slept for like four more hours,” you whined. “Thank you for my coffee.”

    Dean rolled his eyes at you, but you could tell he was pleased he had done good. You left a quick kiss on his jaw before he walked away to start hauling more things outside. 

    Barely ten minutes had passed when Benny and Bobby sauntered up the walkway. Before you had even metabolized the caffeine, the first trip was underway.

    Hunter’s Crossing was the last cul-de-sac at the end of Lawrence Lane. Which ran the length of the development known as the Ethereal Estates. The four bedroom, three bathroom McMansion that you and Dean had purchased from his younger brother Sam was on the northern corner, facing south. Dean pulled the Impala into the garage with Benny and Bobby with the truck and trailer filling the driveway right behind you. 

    As you climbed from the passenger’s seat, Benny let out an impressed whistle.

    “Damn, Boss, you’ve gone full country club on us,” the large man drawled.

    “Can it, nimrod, or you’ll give him an even bigger head,” Bobby warned. Benny and you both laughed.

    “You done? Cuz, last time I checked you can walk and talk,” Dean snipped, only half-heartedly. Bobby gave you a gentle smile as you shivered against the early spring air. You all fell in line behind Dean and awaited your assignments.   

    Two hours into hauling furniture, Garth showed up to give a hand. Unlike Bobby and Benny, who worked directly for Dean at Winchester & Son’s garage, Garth, a long time friend, was an accountant who helped Dean learn the books when John retired. His wife Bess was the kindest person you had ever met.

    You were settled into organizing mode when the guys left to pick up the last round of boxes. Then, the doorbell rang.

     A man stood on the front porch, draped against the doorframe like he had known you for years, tucked into a fitted black suit paired with the softest looking tee shirt you had ever seen. His mischievous eyes crinkled above a flirtatious smirk as he introduced himself.

    “Baz, hi, I’m at the center of the loop. Welcome to the neighborhood, wish it were over better circumstances, but happy to keep it in the family, as it were,” he rolled off before you could even reply. He must be in sales, you thought.

    “Hi,” you gave him your name, finding it easy to smile under his charms.

    “You're the sister-in-law? So where’s brother dearest?” He teased in a tonal accent.

    “Oh you know, sent him to do the heavy lifting. They’ll be back before long.” You stood up straighter.

    “Right, well, we’re having a dinner party next week. It’s kind of a regular thing, we take turns hosting, and my wife’ll kill me if I don’t pass on the invite. Friday at seven? We have cocktails, and get gussied up for one another,” he mentioned passively, but you caught the drift. It wasn’t a backyard barbecue. “It’s all a bit pretentious if you ask me-- Well, who am I kidding, right?”

    You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at his expense. “It sounds great--- Bash?”

    “Baz,” his voice sizzled along the last letter.

    “Baz, sorry. Uh, I’ll have to check with Dean, but I don’t think we have anything going on.” You gave him your best customer smile.

    “How about I’ll just pop back when you’re better settled? I didn’t mean to pressure you, love,” Baz waved as he backed off the porch.

    “You’re fine, really,” you apologized. “It’s just the first day, a lot to sort out.”

    “Of course! Take your time. Right, well, I’ll be seeing you, ta ta,” Baz waved with a tight lipped grin.

      You closed the door and exhaled. That was more than you had heard from your neighbors in the three years you had lived at your last place. It was kind of exciting getting an invitation on the first day, now if you could just convince your husband to go. But Dean didn’t really get ‘gussied up’ for much.

      Dean found you in the kitchen, kneeling on the counters as you sorted the plates. There was so much space, everything was able to get its own shelf. You heard him start the tap, just out of your line of sight. Quickly, you sensed his amusement as you continued to stack and place the piles by size.

    “Don’t laugh at me, it’s easier this way,” you said without looking at him. When he didn’t reply, you grew curious to what he was up to, slowly you turned around to find him leaning against the island which held the double sink, eyes firmly on your ass. You sighed, but leered back at him, down to just his t-shirt after the last of your belongings had been unloaded. He wiped his wet lips with the hem of his shirt, flashing the sweaty plane of his abs at you.

    “Don’t mind me, carry on,” Dean sassed, waving you back to the task at hand.

    It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing off the counter with an exaggerated arched back. You broke down the box and moved onto the next, knowing Dean was enjoying his water break more than he should.

     “Why don’t you call for pizza? Get the guys fed for all their help,” you suggested as you climbed back up to stock another set of cabinets, this time with glassware.

     Dean nodded before he finished off the last of his water. As he scrolled through his phone for a number, you remembered your visitor.

     “Babe? You got anything going on on Friday?” You watched him think.

     “No, why?” Dean didn’t look up, brow scrunched in concentration.

     “We were invited to the neighbors’ for a dinner party,” you sing-songed the last words, emphasizing the level of chic.

     “What neighbors?” Dean paused.

      “The ones in the big house in the middle. Baz, was his name. Said they do it a lot and take turns hosting,” you shrugged. “Could be fun. It was nice to be welcomed to the neighborhood.”

     “How long was this guy here?” Dean’s face froze in suspicion.

     “He just stopped by!” You chuckled aghast, but you couldn’t hide the blush Dean’s interrogation had brought back.

     “So, what, he just conveniently shows up to check out the hot new neighbor when he saw us leave?” Dean shook his head and stood straight, squaring off. “I don’t know, sounds like a creepy thing to do.”

     “Shut up, he’s married! He said his wife would kill him if he didn’t extend the invitation. Calm down, would ya?” You hopped down to face him. Dean grumbled and went back to his phone. “Hey?”

     “What?” Dean huffed.

      “I love you.” You placed your chin on his shoulder as he got over his temporary pouting.

       “Yeah?” Dean cocked an eyebrow, and smirked at you.

       “Yep.” You popped the p. 

       “You want the usual?” Dean put his phone to the opposite ear. 

       “Please?” You grinned, as he settled against the sink once more.

         His fingertips swatted the curve of your hip as you walked away.

    You had left an entire room for the empty boxes. Without enough furniture to fill the space and after Sam and Rowena sold off half of theirs to cover the costs of the divorce, it was easy to let the cardboard pile up as the day went on. As you waited for lunch to arrive, you trudged through the living room to drop off another few flattened boxes. 

    Dean asked Benny and Garth to reassemble your bed and the guest bed upstairs, while he and Bobby organized tools and lawn equipment in the garage. You could see Dean and the older man talking through the window in the study, or the current box depot. Your husband had a fantastic profile and you took a few moments to appreciate it.

    Slowly you tore yourself from your reverie and started to break down the remaining intact boxes. You quickly grew overheated and bent over to crack the window. You caught Dean’s eye as you wrenched the stiff windowpane up. He was watching you from the tops of his eyes, mouth open as his tongue played with his top teeth.

    He always had such a sinful mouth.

    The glint of chrome flashed from his window up to yours, the wrenches he was lining up nearly forgotten as you ducked your head out the window, strategically pinning your breasts between your folded arms. He was not shy about taking in the show, his eyes grew dangerous with want. 

     There was a sudden pounding on the front door. Just as quickly as you draped yourself out the window, you rocked back and away from Dean’s hungry glare.

      The beer bottle was cold against your lips as you let the tangy liquid wash down the mouthful of pizza you had practically inhaled. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the smell wafted in from off the porch. Best pizza around and you were finally in the delivery radius, suburbia already had its perks.

      “Save some for us, darlin’,” Benny teased, as he cracked off the top to his bottle.

       "Hey, I'm not the one driving anywhere, you get your one, the rest are mine," you sassed back. 

       You took another sip, locking eyes with your husband across the table. He licked his lips before taking a generous swallow of beer. A familiar heat sizzled in his eyes.

       "Good to know who's really in charge," Bobby nudged Garth to hand him his beer, which Garth passed on.

       "I don't want to get drunk," the skinny man reasoned.

       "Yeah, and I don't want to have to call Bess to pick you up," Dean agreed and took the offered beer from Bobby, though his was nearly full.

      "Somebody's ready to celebrate," Bobby teased.

       "They're ready for something," Benny taunted. "A little horizontal mambo seems to be in the cards."

       "It has been a long day, a little might be all he's got left," Bobby agreed.

       You almost spit out your beer as you giggled with their banter. Dean chugged his beer and rolled his shoulders.

          "Mind your business, or I'll have you work late every Friday until I'm sick of looking at ya," Dean said after a faint belch.

          "Yes, sir," Benny nodded, smirking at you with a little wink. You shook your head and sighed. The food quickly disappeared alongside the beer, leaving you all stuffed and lethargic. You rolled your shoulders and followed the guys out through the garage. Dean shook hands goodbye while you leaned against the double wide door frame, smiling and waving. You were grateful for all they had done to get you settled in.

    “Have a good weekend, boys!” you called, watching them climb into the truck. Dean sauntered back to your side, sweat stained shirt rumpled, hair askew, and handsome as ever.

    “Ready to go break in that fancy shower?” he asked, fingertip dragging your hair from your pulse point. A devilish chill ran down your spine, you couldn’t help but shiver from his touch.

    “I am beat, Hot Stuff,” you lamented. “A shower does sound amazing though.”

    “Let’s get you naked, then we’ll see who’s beat,” Dean punned horribly.

    You groaned and then gave him a meager chuckle. “Do you even hear yourself sometimes?”

    “I’m fucking hilarious, it’s one of the reasons you married me,” Dean insisted, leading you back into the house by the small of your back. You stomped through the mudroom and passed the kitchen to the stairs, every step up felt like you had concrete bricks for feet.

    “No rush or anything,” Dean teased, hands firmly on your hips, always so supportive.

    “Why did we buy a two story house?”! You fell dramatically forward, slumped on the landing, with your legs and arms askew like limp noodles. “Can I just nap here first? It’s so far!”

    Dean stood two steps behind you, hands on his hips and bitch face on. “Really?”

    You rolled to your back, knees bent and propped yourself up on your elbows, as if it was the hardest thing in the world. Starring up at his annoyed face, you got creative.

    “Please? Just take a little break with me?” You opened your legs suggestively, seeing his eyes rake over your body before he rolled them in mock annoyance.

    “Five minutes, then I’m getting clean, with or without you,” Dean warned. He fell into the cradle of your thighs, his chest was flush with your heat, as his face burrowed into your cleavage. His arms snaked around your shoulders, holding you up to him like a pillow. It would have been uncomfortable, if he didn’t feel so damn good squishing you into the plush carpet.

    Every inch he touched burned through your clothing, the radiant heat of his body oozing into your tired muscles, turning your blood into molten sludge, pooling at your core. Dean hummed and shifted above you, the tip of his nose teasing a nipple.

    “I can’t wait to fuck you in every room of this house,” Dean murmured, voice husky and full of promise. “Gonna make you scream my name until there is no doubt every inch of this place belongs to me.”

    “To us,” you replied, pulling his face up to look at your lust blown eyes.

    “Just you and me,” Dean agreed, kissing a clothed tit, and then the next. He slid up on his toes until his hard edges crooked against your welcoming curves. Then he kissed you blind.

    You twisted your hands into his hair and the back of his shirt, clinging to him as he sucked every memory of exhaustion from your mind. The satisfaction of a day’s work done and the hope of new beginnings flooded into your already happy existence, filling you with a blissed out giddiness as Dean began to grind his hips against you. You gasped, breaking the kiss, before dragging his shirt over his head.

    He leaned back and placed a swift kiss on your lips. “Five minutes are up.”

    You groaned in dismay as Dean untangled himself from your limbs and climbed the last six steps to the second floor. 

    “You coming or what?” He barked at you, belt already flapping open, erection poking his shorts out of his fly. 

    Dean usually hated shower sex, too many slippery surfaces and not a lot of space to get things done. But now that you had a walk in shower stall, custom-made for his giant brother, Dean had become an enthusiast. 

    What started on the stairs, led to him staying dressed on the bottom half until you were completely bare. Then he started the water, letting it get as close to boiling as he could stand and how he knew you liked it. He escorted you under the massive showerhead and pulled back your hair, letting the water soak every inch of your skin. 

    He wouldn’t let you touch him. 

     Then he started to scrub, louva sudsy and soothing over your shoulders, under your arms, around your breasts, leaving the parts that needed him most tight and wanting. Once you were as clean as he was going to let you get, Dean brought out the shampoo, letting you finish, not trusting himself to be gentle enough with your tresses.

     It took him less than five seconds to finally get naked.

     Once your hands reached above your head, Dean started his attack. He lapped one nipple into his hungry mouth as you groaned. Dean watched you the entire time as he mouthed your tits, wanting to push you to the edge as many times as he could get away with.

     Fucking tease.

     Then he moved between your legs, and the way he left parts of you unwashed all made sense. Because he wanted to taste you, not your floral body wash. He fell to his knees and hooked a thigh over his shoulder, leaving rough kisses on each thigh. Back and forth he went until you were dizzy and whimpering. He rinsed his hands and licked his finger tips for good measure, watching you wait for him to get on with it.

     Then he began to stroke your folds. Ever so carefully, he pulled you open, cherishing the way you quaked for him. Your wetness only aiding in the tortuously slow glide of his fingers, front to back, back to front. After more breaths than you could keep track of, Dean pressed into you, two calloused fingers as deep as they could go.

     You grasped his neck, desperate to hold on, because as soon as he would, you needed Dean’s tongue on your throbbing clit.

    “Whoa--- everything alright up there?” Dean said with laughter in his voice.

    “God, fuck, Dean,” you begged.

    “Yeah?”

    “Please, stud, I need you,” you panted, nails digging into his back.

    “Might want to think about how you were acting all day then. Climbing around like a jungle cat. Practically flashing me and Bobby in the garage. Flirting with the neighbors,” Dean tisked at you. “I’m just giving you what you gave me.”

    Then he shut up and put out. That sinful mouth decadently pulled and puckered every inch of flesh, until you were screaming over the torrent of the shower. Once his tongue joined his fingers, you were gone. Liquid heat squeezed out of you as your body shuddered out the aftermath, thanking his skillful digits for their efforts.

    At long last, you were bent in half, hands braced against the intricate tile as he speared into you from behind. Your body fighting to keep the water out, which only pushed Dean to thrust harder against the unrelenting tightness. Your legs were going to give out soon, it was all too much, the warmth of the shower and the way, even on your tiptoes, Dean had to crouch with his bowed legs to hit your sweet spot with every single stroke.

    When he smacked your ass, you faltered, elbows bending and falling forward. He caught you, slowly easing out of your abused cunt, until you were back on steady feet. You turned to kiss his pink lips, still heady with your juices. Carefully Dean reached behind you to turn off the water, brushing his chest against yours. You reached up and pinched his nipple. In return, he let his hand drop down to cup your mound, tapping a gentle rhythm across your slit.

    “Ready for that nap, now?” He offered, kissing your temple.

    “Definitely.

    You spent the rest of the weekend unpacking and screwing, just like Dean wanted: in every room of the house.

    He ate you out as a pre-breakfast in bed, first thing Sunday morning, slow and dirty. The noises that came from his plush lips made you writhe just as much as the work his tongue put in. You sucked him off while he made you a proper meal, but only during the prep work as bacon spatter is nothing to toy with.

    You rode him while he tried to watch opening week baseball highlights in your new living room, your bare legs deliciously smooth against the leather of the couch. He took your ass after he watched you doing laundry, bending down to pull the hot towels out of the dryer was too much for him. So, he dragged you up stairs to a spare bedroom, licked you clean and then worked you twice over before slamming home and filling you filthy.

    Moving was the best idea you’d ever had. You loved the house and couldn’t wait to get to know your neighbors. Life was good, you just didn’t realize it could get even better.

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So! I was bored at 4 am and was like, hey me? Wanna make a new profile instead of being productive and finishing commissions, or even getting a regular night of sleep? Sure me! Wonderful idea you fantastic fox! Thank you me, and must I say you look certainly✨dashing✨ In your oversized anime shirt and galaxy socks you chose for your 'sleep' attire. Oh stop it, you know how I get when people compliment me! O///O

Anyways, now that that stupid train of thought is over, ON TO THE NEXT!

So, my name is King/Primrose How ya doin?

Not my real names, but I have too many nicknames to count so we'll go with these two UvU

I am a member of the Furry and LGBT communities and I will likely post some art and stories based around em.

I do NOT support racism, sexism, homophobia, hate towards furries, pedophilia, or any of that nasty stuff! Not big on politics, but hey! Politics never actually please someone 100% of the time right?

I am a pretty queer demi-gal, and usually label myself as Lesbian since I only ever liked ONE dude. No offence guys, but yeah... -3-

My oc is a Kitsune named King, who can be described as a living yin yang with gems and a ✨fabulous✨ personality. Sometimes she's a humanoid in cases. I'll tell you the story later.

My main hobbies seem to include art (traditional and digital) , animation, and writing. I write original stories as well as fanfics (mostly Soul Eater and Owl House)

And well, I guess I support vore too if it is nonsexual, safe/soft, and preferably G/t.

Which means i'll be posting some of that content but not just that sort of thing of course!

I mainly share my stories on Wattpad ( AmityTheGayQueen )

My animations on Scratch ( DeFlyingWolf and XXPrimrosePuppersXX )

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Hanahaki: 

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OWL HOUSE SEASON 2//

A Cold Place (prologue):

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Moonlight

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What are everyone's "abilities" in Survivors? Ryley has good hearing and Milo glows but what do the others have?

!!! YOU HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT MY AU !!! THE FLOODGATES OF YELLING HAVE OPENED!!

OK SO. as u mentioned ryley has good hearing and milo glows. basically,

ryley = good hearing

milo = glowy boy

emily = electric detection (cooler than i describe rn my vocabulary is small)

danby = like emily's but reverse. controls electromagnetic things

roman = night vision

jochi = the most superpower like one, he got quick regeneration.

avery = telepathy!

bart = also kind of telepathy but more like future telepathy. he has future vision.

and i. never thought of one for ozzy actually and at this point i have no idea what to give them that wouldn't have been brought up prior so. u know genetics are weird! they just dont have anything ig. nobody look at me LABDKABDLABD

AND ALSO paul and marg have powers! paul got that peeper enzyme carrier thing, and marg got the very funny power of feeling others emotions. yes that includes the fish. yes this is one of the primary reasons she didnt kill paul over a decade of dealing w him. yes she hates it.

and the vesper haven't been sick long enough to develop anything! or at least thats what im going with bc i havent thought of anything for them yet 😔

AND NOW: LONGER EXPLANATIONS. IM GONNA GET CARRIED AWAY SO ITS UNDER A READ-MORE.

first off on the list: bart! so bart.. kinda has futuristic visions?? but the things he sees are not set in the stone,, as in if he dreams about smth (a lot like ryley can!) it is possible to change those events! most of these visions/telepathy type stuff were bc of the emperor and warpers, and also al-an! once the sea emp died and the warpers all calmed down his powers kind of go away a bit. i think i wrote al-an sort of mentioning it in one chap of awa?? but its only kind of implied. so he has rlly similar powers to avery except he can't tell what others are thinking and he can only kind of tell how his closest friends r feeling. so right now bart pretty much doesn't have powers! he can communicate w the warpers and sea emps much easier than the others tho (he's the only one that can talk to warpers! im not sure he'd get along w them after being hunted down by them for like 12 years though KABDLSBRLSHD)

avery has telepathy! this is because when he first shows up he jokes about having telepathy and i was like "haha. WAIT." and then he got telepathy! i realize its a bad idea to not come up with their powers until as im writing but uhhh well. i never said i was a fantastic writer who's smart. KANROSHROSBF.

he also kind of had marg's empathy ability but wayyy dialed back. he can only tell how other humans are feeling and he can only vaguely understand it as opposed to feeling the emotions himself like marg does. so he can kind of tell how others are feeling and he can tell what theyre thinking about! unless of course for plot convince he can't. strong emotions, especially strong negative emotions (ie. fear) can overwhelm him and makes his powers stop working. and if someone is convinced they're right then he wont b able to tell they're lying/hiding something! yay plot convenience!!

roman has night vision. i have no way of making this sound cool he just straight up can see really well in the dark. like a cat. most of the powers were based off where they originally landed and what would help them in that area! and roman landed in the sparse reef, which is so dark all the time i cry thinking about it. so he has night vision! his poor eyesight is probably all kinds of fucked up now tho.

jochi has regeneration abilities! now i know this might sound a bit much but he just heals from cuts and stuff faster and like. he bones heal fast. and he's more likely to survive smth that might usually kill someone, but its like a 10% higher chance of living nothing too much. he doesn't rlly get scars as much as the others, and its healed his old ones a bit more! this is by far the most unrealistic power of them all, but ya know its alien fish planet game who cares. basically bc his life support systems failed his spine got all fucked up and he got infected faster bc he was barely alive for the first few days and spent a lot of time w bart who was looking after him. power helped fix his back, but he still has a rlly bad limp and pretty much constant pain. big mood there khasar 😔✊

emily can detect electromagnetic waves! works best underwater. kind of like ryley's, but instead of hearing noises she can only hear anything electric, like vehicles or ampeels or heartbeats. gets all fucked up during thunderstorms though sadly. she's the only other one that can kind of hear warpers and can tell when ones about to warp around but she cant actually talk back to them. pretty sick if u ask me tho.

danby has p similar powers to her bc ampeels also spawn in the bulb zone. except he can sense them at a much smaller distance, cant hear warpers, and can control the waves around him! mostly just his own tho. so like, he can quiet his heartbeat or make it stop all together. scary power that he does not know how to control. uh oh. but he can also control other creatures a bit! he's very good at hiding bc of this, which is nice bc he loves to hide from scary things. very big mood once again.

milo is glowing powers! looks a lot like the transparency of a ghost levi or a crabsquid, although he isn't as see through as them. you can def make out like veins but not bones or organs. his powers are activated by touch, the more force behind will create more glow and more transparency! a poke = goes away within a few seconds, a slap = stays for a minute or so. instead of bruises, he just glows until the bruise would normally go away. he's basically a living glowstick. i have another joke for this but i cannot physically convince myself to type it bc its some shit emily would say to him and i cannot embarrass him like that LABDLABDKABAKD

andd ryley's super hearing! can hear basically everything within a mile radius at all times. im bad at math and i don't know the metric system but i think that's like around 1k meters. wait does the metric system use mile already. no. ONCE AGAIN NEVER SAID I WAS SMART.

OK ANYWAYS back on track! this means he can hear about half of the crater at all times. he's gotten p good at blocking out background noise and anything far away. typically only hears everything within like 300 meters of himself. so when he does get back to just hearing everything its like. u ever take out headphones in a busy place and everything kinda hurts for a few seconds bc its so much noise. yeah like that but 500x worse. he's able to concentrate on specific areas within this 1 mile field but if its far away it fucks him up good for a lil while. sorry ryley :(

and then the other two degasi! as mentioned before, paul can carry enzyme like the peepers, but he also can kind of make some himself! only small amounts and it works a bit less than the peeper enzyme does. he does not have to cough it up though thankfully it just like. idk how to describe this idea it can just kind of leave through his skin?? he has like no control over his power at all it just kind does its own thing and he deals w it. this is primarily how he and marg survive for so long w/o dying to kharra!

and finally marguerit! highly empathetic abilities that allow her to feel the emotions of anything around her! i thought it would be funny as hell to give MARGUERIT of all ppl Big Emotion Disease. this is a big reason why she has had yet to murder paul and why she's a lot less murderer like in the au. its hard to kill someone if you. you know. can feel exactly what they are. probably the reason she adopted Dog Bart/Legally Preston Emotionally Not. saw sad puppy and felt too bad to leave him. like paul, she has basically no control over it and is one of the reasons she does NOT want to go back to the survivors base and be around so many other ppl, she'd be feeling like, 13 ppl's emotions at one time. all these powers have fucked up drawbacks dont they??

once again sam, robin, jeff, maxim, and ozzy are (for now at least) not gonna have any powers! mutations are weird and ozzy just didn't get anything, and the vesper haven't been sick long enough for any yet!

OK THATS ALL. HOLY SHIT SORRY FOR YELLING FOR 15 MINUTES. GOT CARRIED AWAY. hopefully that explains everything tho OABEOABROANRJS OK BYE MY PHONE IS ALMOST DEAD

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Do you have any favorites in terms of s7 fics or post-canon/future fics in TWW? thank you :)

I really have become a rec blog huh? This is the most fun thing ever lmao, please keep asking for recs!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27898720--glory is that bright tragic thing by shesmyplusone: a very very cute fic of josh talking to leo’s grave with a visitor. mentions all the s7 cast with some of josh’s own thoughts. ngl, almost cried

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28259976--Send a Postcard From Down the Street by @cauldronoflove: one of my favorite s7 fics! maybe my absolute favorite idk that’s a hard spot to be in. it’s mostly donna and sam being besties (which, btw, the best friendship ever) and talking about sam’s decision to leave but also them worrying about the new administration, and also donna being an absolute badass with helen santos (who i love, fight me), and...you know, i’ll stop here, but this is definitely something to read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28096008/chapters/68838846--she might just be my everything and beyond by romanovaly: a donnajosh fic! this advances their relationship very very quickly and it’s an adorable two chapter fic with the entire bartlet gang! i agree with the author; i will always be salty that we never got a complete family reunion 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28030764/chapters/68668905--In The Beginning by spamtotz: another donnajosh fic! ngl most postcanon fics are donnajosh, but no complaints from me lol. Unlike the last fic, this one focuses on their fledgling relationship feat. Josh Being An Entire Idiot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27537739/chapters/67347088--And the Pursuit of Happiness by @welcometo-yourworld: samjosh being idiots postcanon! this one is still being actively updated, but it also features Josh being an idiot but with company! it’s so so so good, and not a single character is OOC. i don’t really know how to describe this other than good lol, but definitely worth the read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/150951--Out at Sea by tosca1390: cj & Danny! i should read more of this ship...hm. Either way, this is such a good fic, and makes me feel nostalgic for some reason though the show is obviously fictional? it also features toby and cj, which was one of the best pairs, idc if you ship it romantically or platonic. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/150944--April(Again) by tosca1390: a moment between josh and sam with their new roles, but their friendship is so funny. also mentions of donnajosh, so samjosh is entirely brotp here, but i love this slice of life!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/549156--Cupcakery by tosca1390: literally plotless, but so so so good! idk its ainsely and sam being cute with a side of bram. i think it also mentions rory gilmour from gilmour girls but I've also never seen gilmour girls so idk lol. i mostly love it for the sam/ainsley 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/687863--Giving in to Ainsley by fluffernutter8: another sam/ainsley fic! (there should be a ship name lol I’m getting tired of typing that out) this one is like 50% sam and josh just talking but it’s not like boring or anything, it’s mostly sweet with a little bit at the end that makes my heart flutter with the p o s s i b i l i t i e s 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10724649--Transitions by shanegray: josh introspection post series! it also includes snippets of some cute stories post story. 10/10, have and will probably read again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2444471--The Human Spirit by brutti_ma_buoni: a moment between sam and josh talking about leo post series.  this one is only available to archive users tho, but if you have an account, definitely log in and read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27898720--glory is that bright tragic thing by shesmyplusone: a josh fic mostly, but with mentions of all the season characters. it’s very very sweet, might give you cavities!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11454501/1/Key-Square?__cf_chl_jschl_tk__=f8cebedafcafdf27e34fc2c951981d4b1c4faacf-1610378507---Key Square by Every Shade of Blue on FF.net: (not a fan of FF.net and I shortened the link, so you have to click on it, not copy and paste bc it was really long) set way post series, but absolutely wonderful. another seaborn for president fic! i include it in this list bc it covers the ending part of the santos admin

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11782078/1/Brotherhood--Brotherhood by Every Shade of Blue of FF.net: (this link is fine) I, like the author, was disappointed that we never got a sam/toby reunion, so here it is lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1077955--The People’s Servants by Speranza: Big Block of Cheese Day in the santos admin! isn’t that wonderful?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28442229--Balancing on Breaking Branches by @slightlyraspberry: s7 but different! this was also on my favorite fics ever list, but it is s7 centric so here it is

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27752194--the elephant in the Whitehouse by shesmyplusone: a donnajosh fic but featuring toby and josh talking about the events of The Cold (the kiss heard round the world!) donna is only mentioned, it’s really just toby and josh centric, which btw, was a ridiculous relationship that i LIVE for

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25931149--Sensual Politics by @slightlyraspberry: (idk if you can tell but their one of my favorite authors lol) Not strictly s7 or post canon, but a large part of it is post series, so here ya go! donnajosh endgame, but it covers other relationships and takes their bumpy road and makes it even bumpier. Hard to describe, but definitely worth reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/872511--Week one by Jackie Thomas: samjosh in the santos admin! i have a thing for josh struggling with trying to live up to what leo was for them, and it’s fantastic. absolutely fantastic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21242702--Those Who Show Up by nitpickyabouttrains: (you know what this has made me realize? how strange AO3 usernames are) an au where josh goes and gets sam a little earlier! well he doesn’t actually go, but a scene that totally could’ve taken place canon. their relationship is platonic but it’s so so so well written! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17140226/chapters/40308749--Scar Tissue by ballonballon: the santos admin + rosslyn! what else is there to say?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18586651--Five to Four by arborealstops: MY ABSOLTUE FAVORITEEEEEEEEE. josh and sam once gay marriage is legalized with a dumpster fire (but an adorable one) of a marriage proposal 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21838909--Power Coupling by theycallmethejackal: amy gardner/sam seaborn in the santos admin. an interesting couple but one i like lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21930001/chapters/52341781--Upon My Sleeve by theycallmethejackal: another amy gardner/sam seaborn fic! comes with a sequel too, but takes place in the santos admin!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18852391/chapters/44743792--Obergefell v. Hodges by Charowak: gay marriage is legalized with samjosh! also feat. bi matt santos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24916270--A New Friday Night Ritual by Chinesepapercut: girls night in the santos admin feat. donnajosh, helen santos, and the old crew!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18281033--save me a place by @iwasfollowingyou: MY FAVORITE THING EVER!!! transition but samjosh and so so so sweet it might give you cavities!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27977637--What Would Leo (Or Andrew Jackson) Do? by mlea7675: another big block of cheese day in the santos admin!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27072835/chapters/66102826--JigSaw by spearquint: another samjosh in the santos admin! this covers them getting back together after sam left tho

THIS IS SO SO SO LONG LMAO

I hope you try all of these out! They are so so so good!

[berrifuu]

so i just realized i have yet to rant about the Shadow and Bone TV show and i feel like hitting myself in the shins with an old flower print teapot. it’s been out for like a week now and i nEED to let it all out.

//SPOILERS FOR: SHADOW AND BONE (there are mentions of some things from the books but they don’t spoil anything so don’t worry :P)\\

sjsjjsjsjs hOLY SHIT THIS SHOW IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS?? THE AESTHETICS ARE SPOT ON TO THE VIBE OF THE BOOKS AND THE ACTORS ARE LEGIT LIKE A COPY OF HOW I IMAGINED THEM AND ALTHOUGH I HAD A FEW DOUBTS WHEN I FIRST SAW THE CASTING BUT SEEING THEM IN COSTUME COMPLETELY CHANGED MY MIND I LOVE THIS SO MUCJSJDJDJDJUDFI-

sorry, i needed to let that out. it’s just that i have an atrocious history with book-to-movie/TV show adaptations so i’m not used to getting masterpieces like this

*cough* pjo movies *cough*

anywho, on a more serious note i genuinely adore this show. it’s only one season in and i’m already head-over-heels in love. and i’m not lying when i say i lowkey kinda enjoyed the show over the first book (which is what season 1 is based on). but that’s just in the Shadow and Bone half of it. the Six of Crows half on the other hand 👀

the soc bit of season 1 most definitely was amazing. i love that we got the backstory for two characters cleared already, so that would leave more room for the other four (and i believe those would be distributed among the next two seasons). and i really like that they made the soc characters properly interact with the s&b characters (that one small crumb of a scene in crooked kingdom with Nikolai and Kaz did not leave me satisfied but now i have hope that it will in the show). but it’s genuinely going to take so much more than what we got from the soc portion of the show to make me like it over the books. although i have reason to believe that after the second season of the show, i might start to like it over the books (the soc part not s&b). that is if they find a good actor to play my precious son Wylan.

speaking of Wylan, i was so damn upset that he wasn’t in the first season. unlike with charcters like Nikolai, or Tolya and Tamar (who all appear in the second book), Wylan was the only crow who wasn’t introduced. i understand that they didn’t put him in season 1 cause he meets the cast in the first book of soc (which would happen in season 2) as well as his backstory being a complete mystery as a part of his whole “runaway” vibe. bUT AT LEAST GIVE US LIKE A HINT THAT HE’LL BE APPEARING BECAUSE I CANNOT HANDLE THAT MY FAVORITE CHARACTER ISN’T GONNA APPEAR UNTIL 2022 😭😭😭

anyways, another thing i loved was that we got to see from multiple perspectives (mainly with the s&b charcters cause the trilogy was all in 1st person pov). like in the show they show a good few scenes from mal’s and the darkling’s pov (there might’ve been more but i can’t be bothered to remember), so it’s not just about alina. don’t get me wrong, i love alina but she was a bit too much of your stereotypical YA heroine.

another thing i loved was that small Kaz vs The Darkling scene. a sociopathic medieval goth with mommy issues and an emo kid with a limp and suppressed trauma fighting in a dark victorian-esque cobblestone street?? sign me the fuck up. i really hope we get to see more interactions like these in the second season.

and i think that’s about all i gotta say about this phenomenal show. please go watch it if you haven’t already, it’s fantastic. and read the books too!

have a good day/afternoon/night!

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Hi! I love your works and I was wondering if you could write something about a new "lost soul" saved by the gang and trying hard to fit in. A reserved female reader who secretly develops feelings for Arthur, knowing well he has no interest in getting involved with anybody. A good ol' heart-wrenching, I-will-pine-from-a-distance-and-suffer-in-silence kind of unrequited love. Ending is up to you (but maybe it's a happy one

This one turned out sweet. Arthur’s the biggest softy. That said, FLUFF AHEAD!

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You look around nervously, not sure you’re entirely in the right place. Everything’s changed so quickly, it’s hard to process. Sure, you’ve heard endless tales of gangs and outlaws, living wild and free, but you never knew the gritty details about any of it. Now here you are, living it. 

You ended up here with the Van der Linde gang because your life has a funny habit of putting you in the wrong place at the wrong time. You’d been on the train two days ago, and it got robbed by a gang. As they were busy killing the engineer and the conductor and going through everyone’s possessions, a man you’ve come to know to be named as Arthur rode by and killed the bastards. You sank to your knees in fright, afraid you’d be killed too. 

As you sobbed into the grass, your hero dismounted and comforted you. When you explained that you had no home, nowhere to go and nothing to return to, Arthur offered you to come with him. You accepted, of course, you just found yourself incapable of saying no. He put you on the back of his horse and rode down south of Blackwater and into a small hideout called Thieves Landing. 

You’ve never been here before, your parents told you as a child to avoid the place as though it had the plague. Everyone south of the Upper Montana knew it was where criminals hid and because of its layout, it was hard for the law to take. 

It was here that Arthur told you his gang was hiding out in and that you were welcome to stay until you got your life sorted. An older woman named Grimshaw immediately jumped on you and started barking orders, despite you being completely dumbfounded and confused. 

It’s been two days since you were brought in, but you’re not entirely convinced you’re fitting in all that well. The gang’s big with at least twenty members. All of them, even the women, have a track record. The only one who’s as innocent is a child named Jack, but the rest have done something to earn them at least a few days in jail, but most have earned even the noose should they ever get caught. 

It’s not a comforting idea exactly, but already you can see how tight-knit they all are. There’s a sense of family here, the likes of which you’ve never had the fortune of experiencing. While in the day, Grimshaw barks and even nips, at night she turns pleasant, making sure everyone gets a plate to eat and singing songs around the campfires. 

She’s not the only one to let down their hair at night. Most of everyone does, telling stories about things that have happened or singing songs. You especially liked it last night when a young man named Javier sat down and played his guitar, singing in Spanish. Being from down south yourself, you were used to hearing his native tongue though you understood none of the words. It was still pleasant to hear. 

“So, how’s you adjustin’?” asks the young girl next to you as you scrub at a shirt in the wash bin with a rather stubborn spot that doesn’t want to come out. She’s got brown hair and she’s wearing a faded purple dress with a rather pretty necklace. 

“I… I think I’m okay. But… Mary-Beth, isn’t it?” you say. She nods. “Can I be honest with you?” She nods again. “I really don’t fit in here. Not because you’re criminals and I’m not, it’s just… I have nothing to offer anyone. I don’t know how to steal, shoot a gun. Hell, I can barely ride a horse.” 

“And that’s okay,” Mary-Beth says with a small smile. “You can learn how to do those things. I’m more than happy helpin’ ya, and I bet the other gals will too.” 

“Not only that, but we can always use another girl,” Grimshaw snarls, stomping over to you both. “Now get to work, both of ya!” She marches away to go bully Tilly. 

“Don’t worry about Ms. Grimshaw,” Mary-Beth says when the woman’s out of earshot. “She likes to act tough, and sometimes she can be a little too forceful, but she does care.”

“That’s to be debated,” says Karen, walking over with a repeater in her hand. She must have just finished with guard duty. “That ol’ bat wouldn’t give a damn if we was all on fire, long as we’re workin’.” 

Mary-Beth gives a little giggle, but Karen walks off to go and talk with a red-haired man. Because Thieves Landing is so large, you’re still learning the names of the members of the gang. You’ve kept your ears open though, wanting to learn about these people, see how the other side of society works. 

Growing up, you never had many friends, always being very shy. At school, you were bullied a lot for reasons you couldn’t understand. Your parents tried to help you but there was little they could do aside from pulling you out of the school and teaching you themselves. They didn’t know much about math or science though, so they taught you what they knew: how to ranch and garden. 

When you were about ten, your father got sick and died. A few weeks later, your mother, who had contracted his illness, died too. You ended up at your uncle’s house, but he was such an abusive, angry drunk you just left one day when you were 15. You’ve been on your own since, jumping from one job to the next. You were between them when you were on that train a couple days back, when Arthur found you. 

As you sit and work, you smile as you think of your father. He used to tell you many stories, but your favorites were those about gunslingers and outlaws. Something about them seemed romantic and fantastical, the way they represented the idea of freedom, of never being tied down. You never thought you would be incorporated into a gang of them as an adult. 

A few hours later and you hear the somewhat familiar voice of the camp cook Pearson shouting that dinner’s ready. You sigh in relief, knowing that dinner signals the end of the day’s work and you can relax. The past two nights you’ve spent alone on your bedroll, being too shy to mingle, but as you stoop to collect your stew, you wonder if you can muster the courage to change that. 

Several of the gang has gathered around a large campfire to talk over dinner. There’s an empty seat, but it’s right next to Arthur Morgan. Sure, he’s the man who brought you here, but you feel especially unimportant next to him. He’s a big guy, much taller than yourself, broad, handsome. The girls told you he’s got a very rough exterior but secretly harbors a heart of gold. However, it wasn’t until you found out he holds some of the greatest weight in camp that made you shy around him. 

A hand pats you on the back, making you jump a little. Turning, you see Grimshaw. 

“Go on, have a seat, dear. You’ve earned it.” 

Unable to say no to her, you walk over and take a hesitant seat next to Arthur, hunching down a little. He doesn’t seem to notice as he’s listening to a man named Hosea tell a story about how he’d nearly been busted for robbing a house during a wake but how he’d managed to act his way out of being caught. It’s a rather funny story and as the others laugh appreciatively, you feel yourself relaxing. That is until Hosea’s story ends and he asks you a pointed question. 

“How are you settling in, miss?” 

You hate being brought out in the spotlight like this and it doesn’t help that Arthur, sitting so close, turns to look at you, his expression neutral. 

“Oh, I’m… I’m doing okay, thank you. Mary-Beth said she can teach me how to rob people, so I’m hoping I won’t be so useless to you anymore soon.” 

“No one’s complaining about you being useless,” says a man named John, sharpening his knife on a whetstone. “When you start bein’ as useless as Uncle, then we’ll have a problem.” 

“Hey, I work!” complains the man in question. 

“Really? When was the last time you lifted a finger ‘round here, ol’ man?” Arthur challenges. The group happily begins to bicker, but you’re grateful as it’s pulled their attention off of you. 

As the days pass, you begin to hear people in the gang beginning to talk about a big score. A member named Micah came in to bring the idea of a big river boat to the gang’s leader Dutch. From what you can make of Dutch, he’s a clever, calculating man who cares deeply for his family. Mary-Beth and Tilly told you how he and Hosea took both Arthur and John in as their sons despite not being much older themselves. They formed this gang together and it’s stayed strong. 

Ever since Micah brought in the potential job, the gang’s been humming with excitement. It seems to be a very big score and will need a lot of help for it to work. You’d like to volunteer, to contribute something, but you know you’re utterly useless right now. Mary-Beth’s only begun to explain the basics of robbing to you. However, this job sounds like it’s to come with a guaranteed gunfight. 

The day for the heist arrives and pretty much every man in the gang goes to do it. A few hours later, they return to Thieves Landing bearing bad news. Somehow the law knew the boat was going to be hit and they met the gang with fierce opposition. Poor Jenny, whom you’d just started to get to know, was shot and so was Davey and John. Dutch and Hosea start shouting for everyone to get packed up as the Pinkertons are in pursuit. 

Days go by and Thieves Landing is far behind you and the others. The gang has moved north, still trying to shake the Pinkertons off. Jenny passed away two days ago, but no one has been able to bury her as a massive snowstorm moved in shortly after she passed. 

Moral is at an all-time low, yours included. You wouldn’t dream of leaving though, these people have become your close friends and even border on something like a family. Grimshaw tries to encourage everyone to stay positive, but it’s clear she doesn’t feel it much either. 

Night falls once again as the wagon train goes along a narrow pass, the horses trudging through the thick snow. The weather has stayed horrible for days, dumping the white powder in great heaps. The Pinkertons haven’t been seen in the past two days. Perhaps this means the gang can finally find somewhere to hide. Dutch sent Arthur out a few hours ago to scout, along with John and Micah. 

Arthur returns just as Abigail makes note that Davey is nearly dead. He reports that he found a place to shelter and guides the train there. It’s a small town named Colter according to a small sign by the main trail. The gang moves into the largest building but Abigail says Davey’s passed. Soon after, Dutch and Arthur go out to find what else might be around and they end up bringing back a heartbroken woman named Sadie. 

Two days go by and the weather’s hardly let up. You stand outside in the freezing, snowy morning. You just need a break from the others for a while. Even though you enjoy most of them, being cooped up in such tight quarters for so long has worn you out. However, you’re already shivering from the cold under all your layers. 

“You doin’ okay? Ya look half frozen,” a voice says from behind. You turn and see Arthur, wrapped up in his big blue coat, his face hidden beneath his hat. 

“Yeah. Yeah, just need a break. Been a tough few days.” 

“It sure has.” Suddenly a fierce blast of wind whistles down the path and Arthur wraps an arm around you as though to protect you from it. As you lack a hat and your head’s covered only by a thin blanket, you bury your head into his chest. He lets you though, but as soon as the wind dies a little you pull away from him, your face red. You blame it on the cold wind. 

However, something changes with your view of Arthur. Sure, you’ve seen him comforting most people in the gang and he’s known for being caring and gentle, interested in all movements in the gang. But you were never a receiver of that care until now. You try denying your feelings, saying you’ve just been isolated for too long. 

Nearly a week goes by and you’ve tried keeping distance between yourself and Arthur, believing your feelings will cool down with the space. The weather finally breaks and Hosea suggests camping in a new place he knows in the Heartlands. The gang is moved into action finally and the wagon train moves down to it. 

It’s a great relief to finally be surrounded by trees and green rather than white and feel the warm sun instead of cold wind. The new camp spot, Horseshoe Overlook, is beautiful. Immediately you’re set to work by Grimshaw, but when night falls, you’re allowed to rest. 

You stand on the edge of camp near the cliff, overlooking the river and the canyon. This place is beautiful. You’ve rarely seen this much moving water, being from the desert. Arthur walks over with two bowls of stew. 

“Here, noticed you ain’t eaten yet.” He hands you one and you thank him. 

The two of you stand together, eating without speaking for a few moments. 

“So, now you been with us a while and seen us at our best and worst,” Arthur says, “what you thinkin’ of doing?” 

“How do you mean?” 

“I mean what you plan on doin’? You gonna stay or you thinkin’ of movin’ on? No one would blame you if you decided to leave.” 

“Do you… want me to leave?” you say with a pang. 

“No. No, far from it. I think you could easily find a place among us. Seems like you already have too. Pretty much everyone here likes ya.” 

You blush a little and look away. “I think I wanna stay. I like it here.” 

He smiles a little, his blue eyes shining. You feel a surge of desire to hug him, your heart beating a bit faster. “Well, good. Like I said, think you’ll fit in easy.” 

He takes your empty plate and heads off, leaving you alone. You turn and watch him, wanting nothing more than to be with him. Part of you wishes he’d come back to you, but he heads off to sit next to John and Hosea at the campfire. You turn back to watch the sunset, trying to push him out of your mind. It won’t do you any favors.

The next morning, you’re sitting with the other girls doing chores. Mary-Beth turns to you. “So, saw you blushing when Arthur said good mornin’ to you.” She gives you a sly look. 

“I… I thought I had to sneeze right when he spoke to me,” you lie. 

“It’s okay if you like him,” she says consolingly. “To be honest, I think we all developed a little thing for him in the beginning. I did anyways.” 

“I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t,” Tilly says. “But, do yourself a favor, Y/N. Move on from him. I ain’t sayin’ that out of selfishness or cruelty, but Arthur’s unavailable.” 

“I didn’t know he had someone,” you say sadly. 

“Well, he doesn’t anymore, but he can’t seem to move on from her,” Mary-Beth explains. 

As if on queue, Arthur walks out of his tent, reading a letter. Susan walks up to him and they exchange words. You hear the name Mary and Susan tells him she never liked her. He says something to her and then heads out. 

“And there he goes, off to see her,” Karen says sourly. “She barely has to say his name and he’ll move mountains to see her.” 

Your heart sinks even further. You’d just begun to accept the fact that you have some strong feelings for Arthur, but this is a harsh blow. If he’s still attached to this woman, it means he’s definitely not interested in you. It’d be best if you give him up. 

Night comes and Arthur’s returned. Once again, he brings you a plate of food as you stand near the cliff. A long silence passes between the two of you, your mind heavy. 

“You okay? Awful quiet,” he says. 

“I’m doin’ just fine, Arthur, thank you though,” you say somewhat coldly. You mentally make a note to be a little nicer. It’s not his fault you’ve got a crush on him. 

“You sure? If ya need to talk, I’m always willin’ to listen. I want ya to be happy.” 

God, why does he have to be so sweet yet so unavailable? It’s incredibly frustrating. You turn to him. 

“Well, maybe you can help. Have you ever had real strong feelings for someone? Someone you couldn’t be with because you know they’d never want to be with you, and because they’re hung up on someone else?”

He gives you a curious look. “Who you talkin’ about?” His face falls a bit. “It’s John, ain’t it? You got a thing for him, don’t ya?”

Is that envy in his eyes? “J-John? No, Arthur, I don’t have a thing for John. Sure he’s nice and funny, but he’s not my type. Plus I think Abigail would murder anyone who tried anything with him.” 

His face lightens up a bit. “I think you’re right there. Well, I don’t know much about relationships. Pretty useless, in fact.” 

You smile up at him. “Well, thought I’d ask.” 

“Who is this person?” he asks. “Anyone I know?” 

“Definitely. He’s… someone in this gang, but like I said, he’s emotionally unavailable. Besides, I wouldn’t stand a chance with him.” 

“Ah, don’t sell yourself short.” He sighs a little. “Well, maybe you just need to walk up to this feller, tell him exactly how you feel.” 

“Okay. Arthur, I like you.” 

“Exactly. Just like that.” He smiles. “See? It ain’t so hard.” 

“No, Arthur, you’re not listening to me,” you say, your face beat red. “I said I like you.” 

He blinks and straightens up a bit. He looks shocked. Or maybe that’s anger. Fear stings your stomach and you take a step back. 

“I… I’m sorry. I was… just practicing.” You turn to walk away, deciding never to be alone with Arthur again. You can’t blame him for being angry either. You wouldn’t like you if you were him. 

“Y/N, wait.” His hand’s on your shoulders. “Did you mean it?” 

You look down at your feet. “I’m sorry, Arthur. I didn’t choose to like you, and I’m sorry for it. Not because you’re not a good man,” you say hastily at the look on his face. “What I meant is I’m sorry for… me.” 

His eyes soften considerably. “Please don’t apologize. Especially for you bein’ yourself. Can I tell you a secret?” He leans in a little and whispers, “I’ve liked ya since that day up in Colter.” 

You blush even deeper. “Me too.” 

His arms suddenly slide around you, hot and gentle. Your hands are on his shoulders and he leans down, placing his lips on yours. Something flutters in your chest. It’s like a bird is trapped inside, fighting to get out. They’re slightly chapped, but the moment his lips touch yours, the bird settles and gives a satisfied purr. You lean into the kiss, sighing a little. 

“Bout time you two finally did somethin’,” Hosea says, walking past. He gives you both a sly smile. “Dutch and I been gettin’ tired of seeing you two gettin’ all dovey eyed when the other wasn’t looking.” 

You laugh and put your forehead onto Arthur’s chest, trying to hide your face as Arthur laughs. 

“Sorry, Hosea.” 

“Nah, you two kids have fun.” He walks off, chuckling a bit. Arthur looks down at you and smiles. 

“You wanna go somewhere a little more private? Try that kiss where we won’t be spied on?” 

You bite your lip and smile, nodding. Arthur takes your hand and leads you off into the trees. You pin him to a tree and kiss him hard, pressing your body on his. His arms slide up your back and wind into your hair. As the kiss deepens, you wonder where else this night will go. 

[feather-dancer]

Trollhunters Fanfic Recommendations - Part 2

My original fanfic recommend post seems to have exploded in notes which is a little bewildering if I’m honest. Since then I’ve stumbled over more I have enjoyed thanks to a couple other recc posts doing the rounds, a few I forgot to list and new ones that have appeared on AO3

Want to see the original recommendations post? You can find it here!

General Trollhunters

Love, we hold on together - Jilaire post Season 3 and very cute and fluffy.

Young Atlas - Season 1 finale with Jim and wandering into the unknown to do the right thing.

Hope (or something a little bit like it) - A take on what it was like for Dictatious  when he was pulled into the Darklands when Gunmar was sealed away.

Partners - Season 1 finale with Toby’s thoughts of his bestie going off without him.

Family - Season 1 AARRRGGHH thoughts and everything he’d do for his current and newly adopted family.

Family History In The Context of the Parallel Development of a Relationship as Told Through a Trollmarket Dwelling - Just as it says on the tin.

Under the Sun — Part One: The White Rabbit  - Oh what wonders could Otto have seen and done long before we met him in the modern day? Learning he hates the cold and snow, for one, and someone seriously needs to get him glasses pronto.

The Devil and the deep blue sea - A retrospective on Walter Strickler/Stricklander and missed chances.

Talking About Teenage Angst: For Dummies! - Steli fic with Coach being wonderful and things going rather pear shaped one night.

Sticky Notes - Another Steli fic, this one is very cute fluff with post-its.

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Stricklake

We'll Meet Again - I think the actual summary sums it up better than I can: Perhaps there is no such thing as love at first sight, but what about second or third or fourth or…?

The Festival of Nauna - It’s time for a Troll festival post Season 3 and naturally Not!Enrique “helps” things along in regards to Strickler and Barbara’s still strained relationship. Also contains Strickler who likely has lasting fears of being summoned by gnomes and good old changeling banter.

Fallout - Jim for a time saw Strickler as a father figure he never had, it turns out however he might have been closer to the truth than either had realised. Secrets don’t stay so forever though, be they true parentage or the slight issue of somebody not being human.

Like for Like, Echo for Echo - IT TURNS OUT An Amorous Attack (The hilarious Draal reporting in to Jim) fic had a sequel and I had no idea! We heard from the troll what happened but it’s not quite the same as hearing from the actual culprits.

misc. trollhunters prompts -  Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst, who knows what you’ll find! Also includes Rebecoming which is an AU that makes me yell in good ways. Then Organised Knowledge made me yell even more.

Stricklake: Stones Through A Lake - Stricklake prompts! Contains fluff, angst and all that good stuff.

almost (you) me - In Unbecoming, what if Strickler had glimpses of a life he could have had if things had just happened a little differently?

The Strawberry Shortcake Chronicles - A collection from the fluffy to uh higher rated? Following the long relationship of Walter Strickler and Barbara Lake through it’s ups, the downs, the dawning realisation of falling for someone and of scenarios that are just adorable to behold. And then Strickler fucks up.

Good Morning Arcadia Oaks! - Put it under this section as two of these ARE actually Stricklake which are incredibly fluffy and delightful and the other one is AARRRGGHH having a job and I love them very much. The newest one is god please let this idiot teach again I need it in my life.

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Alternate Universes

Eventide - An absolutely DELIGHTFUL Gang!AU. Fear the renegade teenagers, they WILL break into your house and make you toast.

Eclipsing Daylight - Jim has spent 6 months in the Darklands instead of two weeks before his rescue and brings a whole lot of trauma, emotional baggage and nightmares home with him. This is the fic that made me feel less bad about Ghost!AU as he’s severely put through the wringer here. Heeding the content warnings is a must.

Lasting Repercussions - His fellow Trollhunters were a bit too late rescuing Jim in the Darklands and the Decimaar blade did... something to him before Gunmar was punched away. With visions and thoughts distinctly not his own Jim has an extra thing on his plate he didn’t ask for but perhaps it could also be turned into an advantage.

A Fantastic Upheaval - Barbara meets her unexpected basement lodger and nothing short of sheer shenanigans ensue.

Works in Progress - Three unlikely friends meet one by one in a hospital, none of them are okay but maybe, just maybe, they can help each other on the road to recovery.

My Only Sunshine  - What if Jim was trolled as a five year old thanks to a (Presumed) magical bath bomb? By luck he turns back into a human but only while the sun is up which leads to both mother and son scrabbling to deal with this awful situation while also trying desperately to keep anybody uncovering their secret lest the worst happens to Jim. Expect to feel emotions, a lot of them, and just wanting things to start going their way. “Jim loses track of time” has never been so ominous.

In the Dead of Night - What if Bular survived? It turns out accidentally adopting a child called Trisha, terrible decision making involving pans on fire, a very confused Otto and the show that must still must go on.

Fire Agate - Toby makes the decision to be trolled like Jim so his new extended family won’t have to see him age and wither as a human. Comes with feels, so many many feels.

Whispers Within - Did you want a slice of life fic with a gay Uhl who gets a monster boyfriend? Well even if you didn’t you can have one anyway as it is DELIGHTFUL. The school actually has more staff, there’s a toilet garden, family drama and such damn good LGBT+ rep! 

Text Ya Later, Trollhunter - A text/group chat fic that tangented due to what we knew at the time into utter delightful chaos. “I see you smiling through ur window u tiny fiend!” has yet to stop being hilarious and I recommend this fic if you just want sheer silliness that led me to binging the entire thing until about 2am.

The Time That Is Given To Us - Please heed the summary and warnings of this before you read. Steve gets up, goes to school, has practice, heads off home, dies. Wakes up and it was just a bad dream right? But the deaths keep happening and along with the phantoms of his previous injuries following him as closely as his killer, he remembers everything. His only hope seems to be some little things are happening differently, slowly but sure...

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The self indulgent section

Listen it’s the second recc post, I think it’s now socially acceptable to plug my own two fics way way down here :p

Masks We Wear, Lies We Share - Strickler centric and set before the days Jim Lake Jr. was one of his students we follow the grand ups, downs and general craziness of being a changeling in a human world balancing two lives and the existence of your brethren on the same knife. Then one day you get a goblin making a nest in your hidden office as this is your life now. Contains Ocs that deserve good things, Nomura glad to be back in a warmer climate and soon to come, Otto relating a worrisome auction house incident

It can deal with uncomfortable themes, warnings can be found in the chapter summary when relevant.

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Ghosts he left behind (Ghost!AU) - After “A House Divided”, we saw Jim manage to stumble home newly changed in the dead of night before collapsing moments after breaking the threshold. However, what if he never made it home after crawling out the waters that changed him?

First chapter follows Jim only, second chapter (To come) follows the rest of Team Trollhunters as they desperately try to figure out what happened to Jim and in turn find the boy who is succumbing to an increasingly distraught state alone. Second chapter also contains Stricklake because I can.

Please remember to check the tags.