#obvi i have my big three in some but yeah

[kingstonjeremy]

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[cinnbar-bun]

One Piece Characters w/ an S/O who celebrates Ramadan

Characters: Luffy, Sanji, Crocodile, Robin

Rating: SFW

Notes: Muslim!GN!Reader. So yeah, obvy talking about religious beliefs and practices- if those make you uncomfortable please feel free to skip <3

A/n: this is for me and the three other Muslim OP fans here just vibing 😂 cultural notes at the bottom in case you didn't know/just curious about some of the terms here.

Luffy 

Absolutely does not get it, I think he has a heart attack hearing the words “no food or water” and does not listen to anything else after. 

“WHY CANT WE EAAAAT??? WHAT????” 

Blows his mind you would do this… he’s trying his best, poor guy <3

I GOTTA STRESS HE IS TRYING- HE WANTS TO DO THIS WITH YOU 

But you know, he’s Luffy, so that means after an hour or two he gives up and just raids the kitchen. 

Task failed but you know he’ll always stay up late for iftar and wake up early for suhur. 

Sanji 

He at first thought you were trying to- god forbid- starve yourself or diet and nearly screamed. 

When you explain the reasoning, he’s touched and wants to support you! So that means he’s absolutely doing everything he can to make sure you’re hydrated and getting all the nutrients you can get whenever you can. 

He makes you a completely separate dish from the others while you’re working or resting (so your food is fresh and ready when you break your fast!). 

Self-indulgent thought he’s so so so on top of things when it comes to your meals in general, he will never put wine or meat in your meals, and he makes to sure clean the area and use separate pans for when he cooks your meals. Absolutely refuses to give you anything that goes against your beliefs (I need him in my life). 

Please, he’s buying you dates and getting up with you to make sure you’re drinking plenty of water and eating right. Sleep schedule be damned, he’s not messing around with your health!!!!

Crocodile 

Now, he’s one of the few who actually knows what Ramadan is- he’s made Alabasta his “home” for a while and has participated in many celebrations or events to keep up appearances.

He kinda just humors you at first like “yeah, yeah, go be spiritual or whatever” and chuckles at you with that sexy voice of his. 

But he sees how dedicated you are, maybe sees you reading or praying and okay… his heart kinda melts. He’s never really believed in such things, not finding it useful for him, but seeing you just kinda makes him curious. 

Easily can fast alongside you, he just doesn’t make a big deal of it and insists that it’s simply due to him ‘not feeling hungry’ or ‘finding it boring to eat alone’ (sure, sure you big tsun). 

Makes sure your chefs are giving you only the best and freshest foods possible- he’s especially harsh about the food when it comes to Ramadan. 

I’m trying so hard not to inject my MENA!Croc addled brain into this piece so so hard I AM TRYING OKAY GUYS 

But can you imagine him going to the mosque with you or listening to you discuss or read the Quran and he’s just playing it cool but his eyes are so drawn to you and he wonders if you’re an angel and that he really, really does not deserve someone like you because he’s done so many bad things and wheeeeeeze-

Robin 

She’s an elegant and refined woman, one who will 100% want to be involved in your traditions. 

She finds your beliefs fascinating and takes it upon herself to join you in your Ramadan. 

It took her a bit of getting used to, but after a few days, it quickly grew on her. 

Robin likes having tea with you during suhur, alongside a few fresh fruits Sanji had gotten. Light meals are best for her and she prefers to enjoy your company and take it easy before the dawn. 

She likes to keep track of the days and times of when you two begin and break your fasts- she’ll make sure to keep note of the Shawwal moon so you two (and the rest of the crew) can celebrate the Eid together!

Since it’s a time of reflection, Robin decides to sit quietly and talk about her feelings and experiences with you. She did have some reservations and guilt that she was too “demonic” to celebrate this with you, but through your encouragement, she felt better and continued it alongside you. 

Oh, she loves getting the henna done, too. She makes sure to have lots of flowers on her arms and is in love with the patterns.

Cultural Notes: 

Ramadan is the 9th month of the Islamic calendar, which is based on the lunar cycle- hence why you’ll often see debates on when Ramadan starts/ends or why it begins about a week or two earlier than before, since the lunar calendar is shorter than the solar calendar (or Gregorian, the one we normally use). 

Muslims fast for a month from dawn until sunset (there are restrictions of course) so no water or food from that time. 

Sahur/Suhur/Suhoor: the meal you eat before the dawn comes. 

Iftar: the meal you eat to break your fast at sunset. 

Shawwal is the 10th month of the Islamic calendar, so Ramadan ends when you see the Shawwal moon that starts a new month. 

Eid: the big celebration that marks the end of Ramadan. Usually you go do a special prayer or have a big gathering with your family and enjoy yourselves.

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag babes! @guiltyasdave • nsfw under the cut! 18+ MDNI!

wip #1 • show me a little bit of spine! feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'five x-men walk into a bar, only three walk out…'

oops i don't have a sneak peek for this one...sorry chickens.

this is an official part two to "all's fair in love and viscera" cause i can't leave them alone to save my life! i finally decided on the name crimson for this specific reader, and the au as a whole will be called the to the bone universe (that’s also how it’ll be tagged on my acc!!!)

this is jealous!logan getting down and dirty in a bar bathroom after a special someone makes a move on his girl...wink wink nudge nudge. a special guest! a very special guest, cause what better way is there to get a man off their ass and admit they like you than dirty dancing with another man in front of him.

think degradation, biting, pain kink (obvi wtf). there's also some emotional constipation and just a hint of angst. it'll be so fun!

wip #2 • says he needs it bad (oh so very bad) feat. sub!logan howlett (& crimson!)

'it’s not often that logan needs this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…'

double oops i don’t have a sneak peek for this one either…pls forgive me!

this is also apart of the to the bone universe but it's more like a non-connecting little blurb than another part...if that makes sense lol i just wanted to write more crimson!

all this is thanks to a lovely anon who sent in a req desperately needing me to speak on sub!logan. it's funny because ofc i'll speak on sub!logan wtf who do you think i am. it's honestly one of the fluffiest, softest things i've ever written...established relationship is really locking my ass down. it's still filthy though don't worry! think riding, think pain kink, think light dustings of a breeding kink. i really don't know how to explain this lmao it's gonna be great trust me!

wip #3 • hunting for sport... feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'there's a big bad wolf somewhere in these woods...'

You scramble backwards, stuck watching the way the brush starts to rustle as he gets closer. You push yourself back to your feet, muscles screaming in protest as you break into a sprint. It's all in vain, you know it is. He's only playing with you, letting you tire yourself out. He’s known where you’ve been the whole time, could smell you the whole time, could hear you the whole time. The two of you have been at this long enough now, his patience is starting to run thin. He's right behind you, if the violent thrashing of the brush over your shoulder getting louder is any indication. The dull sound of claws ripping through the forest floor growing closer and closer before the entire woods suddenly tilts on its axis.

this is also in the to the bone universe! can you tell that i'm really into this au? i physically can't stop writing them...another little fic that's outside the events of parts one and two :))) who would i be if i didn't write a chase fic for this man? that's the real question. more violence heavy than the other fics listed, i got bit by the freak bug and i need to write nasty sexy violence sorry babes.

wip #4 • give it to me like a man! feat. dbf!patrick zweig

'patrick comes to your college graduation party, he gives you the best gift...'

“Yeah, I've been pretty busy since the season started. Lot’s of traveling and shit, you know?” Your dad hums in agreement, nodding his head lazily. “For sure, my schedule has been killer this season.” He brags shamelessly, tone heavy with understanding like he and Patrick are in the same boat. Only your dad’s boat is a three million dollar yacht sailing to cushy televised matches and Nike shoots while Patrick is floating on a dinghy to some barely media covered ITF matches. “It’s a miracle I even had time to fly in for the party, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Your hand slides up the length of his cock in one slow motion, your palm grinding over the tip through the denim. “Yeah, daddy.” You say, voice going light and airy around the edges. Patrick thinks it’s being said to your dad, but when his eyes flick over to you, you’re already looking at him. Eyes half-lidded and shiny as your fingers brush over the metal of his zipper.

the long awaited dbf!patrick lol i know i've been dragging this damn thing out for like three weeks but it's the most "done" fic on this list so maybe maybe MAYBE it'll actually be posted soon...

anyway this is nothing but pure filth. just straight up nasty no plot at all pure sex and fucking hard gross style. lots and lots of dirty talk, degradation, risk play, sort of public sex, a barely there daddy kink...just me being nasty on a google doc for no reason!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing (it's technically thursday but like oh em gee who cares just do it anyway chickens)

[mikakuna]

JASON SHOCKING PPL WHEN HE TAKES OFF TGE HELMET BC HE IS SUCH A PRETTY BOY YES YESSSS YESSSSS!!!!! I need it, I crave it, and on the topic of scars, I’m remembering this old series I used to read back in middle school, the lunar chronicles? Where there was a character, Winter, who was so beautiful and everyone agreed (she was the Snow White equivalent) and she had three symmetrical scars down the side of her cheek from under her eye down to her jaw and they looked like tears. Idk, Jason like that as well always gets me.

But Jason with no scars too??? Yes yes yes yes want it need it crave it desperate for it to shock ppl, like, I’m constantly in an annoyed at Tim mood cause he’s been everywhere in fics even when you filter him out 😭 and I’ve come across so many “poor baby Tim’s friends the titans HATE Jason for attacking sassy poor scared baby bird Tim and threaten Jason on his behalf when they see him on a mission or at the watchtower or smth” and I have enough spite to want an oh yeah? How about a fic that starts off like it’s going in that direction.

Jason the absolute unbothered king who does not give two shits abt the Titan tower incident cause whatever it was a while ago move on? And he wasn’t fighting a baby he was fighting a dude a year or two younger than him, who had training, and the hubris to think he could beat Jason. It wasn’t a one sided smack down, and of it was ever spun that way it’s because Jason was THAT good, and Tim was too caught up in his prejudices regarding Jason to truly believe Jason had skill. That’s on Tim.

For jason, it happened, but it’s not even that big of a deal it’s barely registering on his radar bc Tim does NOT take up space in his list of priorities. Jays a busy guy. So maybe he’s at the watchtower or wherever with the outlaws (biz and arty cause Roy and Kori are with dicks TT atm, but you just know they are excited to see Jason again. (Jayroy my beloved.) and obvi so is Donna.)

and he gets approached by the comically angry Tim’s teen titans like OoOH we got a bone to pick with you! All that usual woobifying of Tim talk happens like, “so pathetic that you as an adult are coming in and beating on some kid sooo much younger than you, and all that crap,” and arty and biz are bristling here, and Jason just, shakes his head in wtf, takes of his helmet, muttering “this I gotta see with my own eyes” only for him to faintly register the THUNK of Kyle Rayner walking into a window, and the sputtering of Tim’s friends as they trail off in gobsmacked.

When they speak again it’s Kon, clearing his throat, “so like, are you single or…”

Cassie, hissing, “kon!” Sharply elbowing him in his side, still shook that Jason is barely older than them.

Kon, hissing back from the corner of his mouth, eyes still on Jason, cheeks flushed, “what? It’s not like I have a PROBLEM with the crime lord thing, my other dad is Lex Luthor!”

HAHDJD YES I LOVE ALL OF THIS

everyone thinks jason is this horrific monster for fighting tim like tim didn't equally fight back. it is NOT jason's fault tim's weak ass lost against him!!!!

omg the idea of him being so unbothered that he doesn't even remember fighting tim but meanwhile everyone and their moms have that shit in the back of their mind constantly because tim has them all thinking he's a little kid that needs protecting. it's just jason not giving a single fuck and 100% willing to fight him again to see if tim's improved even slightly <3

kon's reaction is so real !!! instant switch up when he realizes that this is not an old man but a beautiful, gorgeously scarred individual he will begin courting instantly. kon's internal thought is to wonder why tim was so upset about jason beating him because he would gladly sign up. my fav trope is everyone realizing how young jason is ♥️

thank you so much for sharing this amazing idea I LOVE ITTTT

[aryxchse]

hiii would you do percy x daughter of zeus hcs? but reader is more like hera’s daughter?? i hope that explains itself like reader has attributes a daughter of hera would have

daughter of the heavens / percy jackson x daughter of zeus! champion of hera! reader.

a / n : ah, my favorite trope. hera adopting zeus' children and being a better parent for them🤭 i know being both child of zeus and champ of hera is hoTTT

warnings : omg i didnt cursed ig??

- he's scared

- you're the children of most feared two gods

- you have your fathers powers and hera's rage

- you weren't the best go to option in becoming friends for the campers

- that's why percy thought he was doomed when he saw you two spared for the sword practice

- but it didn't go the way he planned

- you did fight good and kicked his ass, don't get me wrong

- but you were so kind afterwards

- "you okay? did i accidently zapped you or something?"

- my man was shocked

- "n-no thanks, im okay."

- "your stands are too open by the way."

- normally he would be annoyed

- and overthink

- but right now he wanted to be close to you

- and give a little show to the camp, about two children of the big three is practicing together

- "can you fix me?"

- percy 'smooth' jackson everyone

- and, the sweet and kind you, obviously showed him how to stand good

- you were very outgoing and friendly, so it was easy for you two become close

- thanks to the fates or aphrodite, next day was his turn in the cabin check

- and luckily for him, you were assigned together

- "hey jackson."

- "wassup l/n."

- you both were eachother in different fonts fr

- and people thought you guys would fight already at some point

- but it never happened

- the more percy got close to you, the more he realised you were more like hera

- even though you're just her champion

- you hated zeus and didn't wanted to be his stereotypical child

- and percy definetly sees that

- you had your dads good (suprisingly he has a few) traits thats all

- like how you were a natural leader, and you can get competitive when you need to

- and think fast during attack

- but the other was just hera

- you were so motherly, even to percy

- "the weather will be cold, i can feel it. put a sweater on."

- jason doesn't know how you both become besties this easy but he wasn't complaining

- yeah he joked around and said don't date but like he shipped you guys from the start

- he'd love to have percy as brother in law fr

- percy eventually developed a crush on you because of how your characters matched

- you both loved pegasus riding for example

- and surfing

- you would blow a cold wind towards him when the weather is too hot

- and he'd make the water more warmer if it's too cold for you

- little things like that made you develope (is this how you spell?) a crush too

- after coming back from tartarus, percy didn't liked making things wait and he immediatly started to work on a confession plan

- he wanted to impress you, because you were the daughter of the king of the gods

- also his wife's champion

- you were olympus' princess fr

- no matter how much he tried, he didn't get the chance

- he made blackjack shape the clouds as hearts, but whenever he tried to say something someone appeared

- or you had to go because someone called you

- he tried like this for two weeks

- and then he started to get anxious and tired of it

- so when you both sat on the zeus cabin's roof, percy confessed

- "the stars are reall-"

- "im in love with you"

- your shock appeared in the sky and you accidently struck a lightning

- "wHAT-"

- my boy decided to never suprise you that night

- but you both started dating obvi

- POWER

- COUPLE.

- zeus is a hater but who cares

- hera is too but she is happy as long as you're happy

- and besides, percy's fatal flaw is loyalty so what could possibly go wrong?

- you two always pick eachother during quests

- and you guys fight in harmony

- you're in the wind i'm in the water fr

- katara and aang is that u???

- percy often tries to impress you

- because you're so unintentionally cool

- but you always wave him off by saying 'you can trip and fall but i'd still find you hot'

- and he blushes like a little girl

- your emotions are always mirrors the weather in camp

- so he tries his best to make you happy

- because once you made a rainbow when he gifted you a hand made paper flower

- idk how dont ask

- you often zap percy to remind him that you love him

- like it's your way of saying i love you

- and he splashes you in return

- you both have so much fun together

- long story short

- u guys are the coolest fr

[outsidersheadcanons]

I'm so glad you liked my hc! Ponyboy, at his truest most honest self, also enjoys hanging out with two-bit's lil sis. Esp when they're crafting. BUT he would prefer to hang with soda and be tuff. So he'll be embarassed if soda or one of the older boys brush him off and tell the "kids" to stay in. And then he sort of resents two-bit's lil sis and will be snarky and a whiney baby. Johnny'll tell him to be cool and call him out in the gentle way johnny does and pony will be ashamed and cool down. Lil sis will be emphatic and tell him yeah, it's sucks to feel left out or dismissed cause it makes her feel small and incapable. And tell him bout how two-bit gave her a hard time for talking to tim at the movie theater. "I was only asking him if he's seen two but now two won't even let me go grocery shopping by myself! It's like he think i'm in cahoots with tim to hold up the grocer for some cereal! And it's not like two does the shopping right. He puts the frozen stuff on the flour and then the flour bag gets damp!" And then johnny and pony will give each other a look over her head that says, "she doesn't get it yet...two's worrying bout nothing." But she'll go bake some cookies and make some snacks for them to eat. They're reading a fictional book series together right now and she's got pony into painting the book edges and johnny is also super creative and coming up with great ideas. They'll also talk about which actors they think should play the characters if the books ever get made into a film. Other times, they'll draw comic strips together about super heroes; the characters have some resemblance to darry, soda, dally, and two-bit. Once they realize this, they get a little embarassed and its silently agreed that the comic strips stay between them three only. At the end of the day, johnny stays at the mathew's for dinner and a sleepover. Pony goes home with the extra cookies and a pie for Darry because darry works so hard and is so nice and tuff and definitely knows better than to put the frozen stuff on the flour. Poor girl doesn't even really know she has a crush, just thinks Darry is tuff and deserves nice things. All the boys think its hilarious. They also cut the extra pie crust into shapes and sprinkle some sugar and cinnamon on top before baking. Those are for two-bit and mrs.mathews bc they deserve nice things too.

Also hc that two is usually pretty good at making sure lil sis feels included, he's a good big bro and def less emotionally constipated than gow darry is with pony. Two just gets weird about her growing up and dating. The only other time he made her feel left out was when he was 12 or 13 and started dating. He ignores her to flirt with kathy at dairy queen once. She gets upset and retreats into herself; not because she's giving him the silent treatment but she doesnt know how to express herself since she's like 5 or 6 here. Dally, surprisingly, is the one that gets it out of herand obvi immediately goes to rag on two for it. Two apologizes and never ever ever lets big bro lil sis time be interrupted ever again.

I loved reading these <3 esp since lil sis and Pony kinda get each other and how it feels to be left out 😭

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 2-Atsushi/Fyodor w/ Crossdressing and Breathplay(yes, i know rarepare)

Notes: Just pretend they’ve met in canon, also don't ask me how so much talking can happen in a three minute song, just don't. Also the waltz is Shostokovich Waltz no 2(because obvi)

This is partly inspired by this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23803525/chapters/57187927 but also just my imagination

“Excuse me, pretty miss.” This was so humiliating. “May I have your number?” Atsushi forced a smile and pitched his voice a little higher, just like Yosano had instructed. “I'm sorry sir, but I'm on a work trip. I'm afraid I can't accept any numbers or invitations.” The man slinked away sadly and Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully taking a sip of the drink in his hand. How had he gotten here, in the fancy ballroom surrounded by a bunch of drooling men. And most importantly, why was he dressed as a girl?

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“Dont worry Atsushi, you're going to look great!” Atsushi frowned, eyeing the hot iron Naomi was brandishing with apprehension. “Are you sure that's safe?” Naomi giggled, putting it down and picking up some silver hair extensions instead, talking with the other two over his head.

“Cute or sexy?” Naomi sounded way too excited. Yosano responded from her place across the room, looking through a rack of dresses. “Let's go with the unattainable sexy vibe. Maybe a slit dress and a fur?” Kyouka, the quietest, responded from her place beside Atsushi, filing his nails to even little rounds. “Black. He looks good in black.” She put down the filler, and picked up a small bottle of clear liquid, which she started spreading it on his nails. Yosano yanked a dress from the rack, and Atsushi could feel himself blushing all the way across the room. “This one?”

Naomi nodded, her hands pinning fake hair on Atsushi’s head. “Yeah that's perfect. Definitely going to attract a lot of attention. Should we go with pin straight or waves?”

“Waves I think, we're going for that sultry vibe.” Yosano responded. Kyouka was blowing on his nails now, finished with the first layer of gooey clear and moving on to a bottle of black paint. Two other bottles rested near her on the table, another clear and a shiny silver that sparkled in the light.

Yosano had hung the mortifying dress on a chair, and was pulling from a shelf of fur ruffs. She held up a tiger striped one, laughter in her eyes. “What do you guys think? Too obvious?” Naomi laughed, and even Kyouka giggled a bit. “Nah, it's perfect. Atsushi?” Atsushi startled, so used to them talking over him. He had to admit the ruff was funny, and if it could hide some skin he was all for it. “It's good Doctor Yosano.” She smiled, plucking the dress off the chair and tossing the entire thing at him. “Great, now go change please.”

The dress was as mortifying as he had expected it to be. It was a chinese design, with little clasps running along his collarbone, and short sleeves. It fit him like a glove, hugging his waist and hips snugly. The problem was the bottom half of the dress. It was divided in half, with two slits big enough for both his legs to show through falling all the way down the dress. He had to admit, it was a pretty easy outfit to run in, but the idea of showing so much skin in such a way was mortifying. The ruff was cute however, covering his shoulders and a bit of his arms. He slipped the small heals the girls had given him on and exited the room, and back into their clutches. Yosano whistles jokingly, while Naomi and Kyouka clapped enthusiastically. Atsushi blushed. Naomi was waving that weapon she called a hair curler around dangerously, and Atsushi spotted the cosmetics resting on the table. He sat on the chair they guided him to, surrendering to his fate. His eyes were closed, and the tap of brushed on his face was the only thing he felt for some time. As well as a concerning heat near his head but he was sure Naomi knew what she was doing.(He dearly hoped she did.)

The girls were talking over him again, but nothing of any importance, mostly chatting about different brands of makeup, and what perfume to use on him. And it was calming, at least until they informed him he was done, and he opened his eyes. He had to admit, he really did look like a girl. Or maybe a girl version of himself. They hadn't really transformed his features, just made his eyes appear bigger, the lashes longer. His lips were covered in a thin red glossy thing, and slightly sticky. They shone in the mirror, looking delicate and strange, but at the same time very beautiful. His hair was long and curled in big waves around his shoulders. The dress looked as mortifying as it felt, but the ruff helped hide the fact that he clearly didn't have any boobs.

Atsushi could recognize himself, but at the same time he could not at all. It was still embarrassing though. Three giggling women stood behind him, smirking. Yosano’s hand lands on his shoulder, gaining his attention.

“Now, it's time to test this baby out.” Atsushi feels a strong pulse of dread, as he's gripped tightly and dragged out of the room and towards the AdA office.

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One of the many reasons Yosano volaintered Atsushi for this job was the look on Dazai’s face, and hoo boy, he didn't disappoint. Shock, dead fucking shock with hints of arousal greated her as she and the girls dragged a dolled up Atsushi back into the front office. Kunikida’s expression was a treat too. More shock and arousal, mixed with cheeks the color of a tomato. Even Ranpo, sitting by the window as usual with a still wrapped lollipop in his hand, was so surprised an actual flicker of it showed on his face. Yosano was enjoying herself very much right now, and she knew the other girls were two. The only two men in the room who weren't a little turned on were the president and Kenji, and the pure shock on their faces made up for it. Yosano practically flew across the room, yanking the lollipop out of Ranpo’s hand, and unwrapping it, shoving it into Atsushi’s protesting mouth. He sent her a tiny little glare, but seemed to enjoy the lollipop, taking it out and licking it and definitely doing a number on the men in the room. Yosano was having a hard time holding back her laughter, Naomi as well, but Atsushi looked oblivious, going at his lollipop happily and oblivious to the state the room had been reduced to. Even if she had used up a good portion of the Agency’s budget on high quality hair extensions, she didn't regret a thing.

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And so here Atsushi was, dolled up and standing against the back wall of the grand ballroom, scanning the room for their target. He was supposedly a middle aged man with brown hair and green eyes, and apparently a total womanizer. That was why Atsushi was dolled up in the first place, the Agency had decided that it was safer to send Atsushi in than one of the women. And not safer for the women, no for the target. They were supposed to take him in, not kill him. Yosano had been the first option, but Kunikida had decided against it, because they all knew the moment the creep came close Yosano would(rightly) inflict some permanent damage. The same could be said for Kyouka, and anyway Atsushi didn't feel safe leaving here with some middle aged creep, and Naomi wasn't an option, because she didn't have a way to protect herself. So Yosano had joyfully suggested Atsushi, and here he was, at a grand ball, a living honey trap.

He sighed, leaning against the wall. At least it was pretty. The ballroom was gilded in gold, and the dancefloor was a whirl of skirts of different collars. The orchestra was raised on the side of the room, their instruments boosted with some kind of magic so the waltzes being played echoed loud enough for the entire room. The only odd thing about the picture was the strange ratio of men to women. The majority of the large crowd were men, and besides the seven or eight on the dancefloor, Atsushi spotted about twelve women in total. He suspected it had to do with the reputation of the host, and target of tonight's mission. John Remy was a businessman and a major creep, now also suspected of killing three women. And of course these missing women had been last spotted at these parties, so it wasn't a surprise that not many women were jumping at the chance to be a guest at said party.

The consequence of this decision was that Atsushi, one of the few ‘women’ not already with a partner, was subject to many requests to dance, lecherous stares, and bad pickup lines from a bunch of thirsty men. He could see the next one approaching now. Ice shot down his spine as he recognized the familiar face of Ango. Ango would totally recognize him, and then what? He needed to get away. He booked it away from the corner, as gracefully as he could while still trying to hurry, and towards the large crowd near the refreshment table.

In his hurry to get away, and in consequence that he was wearing heels, he smacked nose first into someone's shoulder. Temporarily blinded by white and fur, it took him a moment to realize exactly who it was he had bumped into. His heart leaped and fell at the same time as he took in that familiar grinning face surrounded by that familiar purple black hair and pale skin.

“My, what are you doing here little weretiger?” Fyodor’s accent was unmistakable, and erased any doubt that Atsushi might have had left that maybe this was actually Mori, or Yosano’s secret long lost twin brother. But no, it was definitely him, and Ango was closing in, and he would never live down the humiliation, and the undercover operation would be ruined. He steeled himself, and took a slightly less humiliating leap of desperation.

“Yes! I would love to dance!” Gripping one of Fyodor’s gloved hands tightly, he all but dragged him onto the dance floor, just as a waltz started. Fyodor seemed to catch on quickly, and Atsushi blushed as he felt his hand gripping his waist, the other one still clasped in his own. The waltz started, and Fyodor whirled him around, across the floor and away from Ango.

Fyodor chuckled lowly, even as they moved across the floor with the other dancers. “Im flattered weretiger.” A tap on Atsushi’s waist urged him into a turn. “To think you wanted to dance with little old me.” Atsushi flushed. “I was trying to escape certain humiliation and defeat.” Fyodor lets out a small laugh, as the music crescendos slightly. “But really, what are you doing here, looking like…that.” He pauses slightly, and the last word is laced with something Atsushi can't really decipher. He hopes the taller man isn't laughing at him. “I'm looking for the host, John Remy.” Another tap, another spin. He's glad Yosano taught him the basics before this mission. “Oh my.” Fyodor deftly avoids another couple, pulling him close for a second too long before they spin away. “Is he your type?” Atsushi coughs. “No! He's suspected of murder.”

“I see. Well, unfortunately he's not here today, I asked around.” Atsushi sighs. “Well, all this makeup and hair and dress for nothing then, Yosano is going to be disappointed.” Another tap, another spin, another graceful fall into Fyodor’s arms. “I wouldn't say it's for nothing.” Atsushi hates how attractive he finds this man, truly. “You have gained more than a few admirers.”

Atsushi has to laugh a little. “What? They only want to dance because there aren't that many women here in the first place.” The curls in Atsushi’s hair tickle his cheeks as he spins once again, as Fyodor pulls him close for the next part of the dance. Fyodor is taller than him, but only by a little, so as the song slows and Fyodor pulls him close, all Atsushi can see is the man in front of him.

Their noses are inches apart, their chests so close, one hand linked, the other still a hot brand on his waist, lulling him into a hazy state. Fyodor’s voice has gotten softer, and if Atsushi didn't know better he would almost call it sultry. A smirk still curves his mouth as he speaks. “Look around you Weretiger. They're all jealous. Jealous that you chose to dance with me, and not them. Jealous that I can touch you like this, have you this close, while they can only dream.” They get closer, and Atsushi cant breath, he can feel his heart beating through his chest. “You do look very pretty, although I prefer you in your normal state.” It almost sounds like Fyodor is complimenting him. His shock must show on his face, because Fyodor lets out a pleased little laugh. “I'll give you some free information, Weretiger.” Fyodor’s voice is a pur, and Atsushi is losing his mind. “Your target is currently stalking a young lady undercover policeman. They’ll have him in custody soon.” Relief floods Atsushi’s mind, temporarily distracting him from the fact that Fyodor is literally almost on top of him, so close they could kiss in the middle of this ballroom(and truthfully, he kinda hopes it would happen). And maybe he said that out loud, because as the song crescendos, Fyodor dips him, and presses the slightest little kiss to his cherry stained lips. And with that, the song ends and he turns to leave.

Atsushi’s hand moves of its own accord, catching the tail of Fyodor’s white coat and pulling the man to a stop. He feels a bit like he’s been caught in a trap, especially when Fyodor turns, his lips, stained with Atsushi’s gloss, curved into a smirk. But truthfully, as Fyodor leads him off the dance floor he can't bring himself to mind.

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It's cramped in the closet they’ve found themselves in, a little stuffy and full of coats, but as Fyodor’s mouth sucks little hickeys into his neck, his body pressing Atsushi against the wall he can't really bring himself to mind. The closet is a little off the main hall, down a small side passage and, in this den of rich people, virtually impossible to find. Atsushi thinks it's a coat closet, but he doesn't really have the brain power to think at all right now, not with a mouth on his neck and a hot dick pressed against his butt.

He’s pressed against the wall, fur ruff discarded somewhere on the floor, still clothed in the dress. Fyodor’s mouth is ruining him, leaving little hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, probably too many but Atsushi can't bring himself to care.

The demon behind him chuckles, as Atsushi grinds back desperately. “My, aren't you an impatient little one.” His voice is teasing, his accent is slightly thicker, the only sign of his slipping composure . Atsushi grumbles, his voice slightly too breathy to be convincing. “We need to hurry before someone discovers us.”

Fyodor's mouth leaves his neck, and Atsushi feels hands pulling his dress up, hitching it over his butt, and cold hands at the hem of his underwear, pulling them down. He's not even fully undressed, but the whole idea just feels so dirty, that Atsushi shivers. Then, a cold hand wraps around his dick.

Atsushi moans far too loud and Fyodor’s other hand comes around, sticking two fingers unceremoniously in his mouth to shut him up.

“Quiet little kitty, we wouldn't want to be discovered.” Atsushi does his best, sucking on the fingers in his mouth to keep quiet, but at some point he just gives up, and the fingers leave his mouth and prod at his lower hole. Fyodor’s mouth nips at his ear, voice throaty. “Have you ever been with a man, kitten.” Atsushi shakes his head, biting his lips to keep the whimpers in as a finger penetrates him, wiggling around a little, but stilling for Atsushi to adjust. “I see.” Fyodor chuckles, all rough and low. “I'm honored to be your first. Man, that is.”

It feels strange, but not uncomfortable to have a finger penetrating him and Atsushi finds his hips canting back a bit, urging the man behind him to move. The only sounds that penetrate the thick air in the coat closet or painted breaths and the occasional small grunt, as Fyodor begins to move his finger, setting a slow, deep pace. Atsushi lets his head fall back, his eyes falling closed. He would never have expected the evening to end like this, pressed up against the wall by a known enemy, still dressed as a girl, and having his insides pried open by one, no two(Atsushi lets a little moan escape his lips, still red with lip gloss as Fyodor adds another finger.)long fingers. He doubts even Ranpo could have predicted this, god he hopes Ranpo never finds out what’s happening, that would be mortifying.

Fyodor bends the fingers lodged inside of him, and presses against the side of his walls, trying to find something. Atsushi turns his head, about to ask what he's doing when Fyodor’s fingers press against something that makes his brain blank, and little stars float across his vision. He can't help the loud moan that escapes his lips, even as Fyodor levels a teasing smirk his way. “Careful little kitten, don't let anyone hear you.” He's mocking him, and Atsushi doesn't even care.

He does start to care when Fyodor removes his fingers. Atsushi suddenly feels all empty and cold, and he turns again, leveling Fyodor with an(admittedly pathetic) glare. “Why’d you stop?” The clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric greet his ears as Fyodor chuckles.

“Stop? My, we are just getting started.” And then something big and hot is pressing at his entrance. “Ready, kitten?” Faintly, Atsushi feels the slightest prick of apprehension, but it's far overwhelmed by the hot need in his gut, and his throbbing dick. So, Atsushi nods as best he can, canting his hips back against Fyodor’s cock.

The sting is slight, but mostly Atsushi simply feels full as he's penetrated, his poor neglected dick throbbing heavily. His back arches and Atsushi moans against the wall as Fyodor bottoms out, not even giving him a second to adjust. The pace he sets is brutal and oh, so good, and Atsushi starts to seriously wonder if he has a bit of a masochistic streak or something, as Fyodor does his best to bruise his insides. His thrusts are long and deep, he pulls almost all the way before slamming back in, one of his hands caging Atsushi against the wall, little grunts escaping his mouth. Atsushi knows he's moaning up a storm, but he can't really bring himself to care, even if someone may discover them. It's obvious that's the last thing on Fyodor’s mind as well.

“Feel good?” Fyodor is practically puring in his ear, his voice full of pride at the state he’s reduced Atsushi too, and honestly, it's pretty sexy. He nods his accent, his cheek scraping against the wall.

“And you sound so good, so pretty.” Fyodor continues, his voice throaty. Atsushi keens at the praise.“Such a pretty, obedient kitten. It's a wonder Dazai has not done you like this.”

“Dazai doesn't like men.” Atsushi’s voice is embarrassing, his sentences interrupted by moans. Fyodor seems to find his sentence slightly funny. But a simple, “is that so?” is his only reply. Another deep stroke, and a husky moan by his ear. “Well, he's certainly missing out.”

One of Fyodor's hands is still on the wall by his head, but the other makes its way up, carefully pressing Atsushi against the wall, curled around his neck. Atsushi’s moans as his airway is slightly cut off. He can still breathe the slightest bit, but it takes deep heaves, in between the moans of pleasure. Atsushi wonders if he’s crazy, because he feels his dick twitch, and the heat in his gut doubles. Fyodor chuckles as his moans double. “How dirty, you like being choked, little kitten?”

It's an entirely rhetorical question, but Atsushi doesnt think he could answer anyway. Fyodor doesn't seem to mind. Atsushi can feel himself nearing his peak, he's most certainly dripping precome all over the floor, and his heart pounds insistently in his chest, his moans more and more frequent.

He can tell Fyodor is as well, by the way his grunts and small groans become full blown moans. As his head drops into Atsushi’s shoulder, his hand from its position on Atsushi's neck wraps around his waist, pulling the men together until there's no space between their bodies. Is strangely intimate, and he's sure if Fyodor weren't on the cusp of an orgasm, the man would never do anything like this, but Atsushi feels almost honored none the less. He loves it, the feeling of love that comes with this position, and as his mind blanks out for a moment as he cums, he knows he screams Fyodor’s name, much too loudly.

Fyodor shivers behind him, and a hot feeling fills Atsushi’s ass.

The redressing act is subdued, Fyodor helps Atsushi clean himself up, tidying his fake hair and dress and placing the ruff back around Atsushi’s shoulders. Unfortunately, they can't do anything about the hickeys, and they remain, glaring proof about what had happened that evening.(although Fyodor looks suspiciously pleased by the fact). Atsushi leaves the closet first, and makes his escape from the party altogether. It's not too bad, although he does get a few stares as he excites the lobby, and calls a taxi. The taxi driver is thankfully silent, probably used to this kind of thing.

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Its now about eleven, and as Atsushi opens the door to the Ada, he's oddly touched by the fact that they stayed up for him. The younger ones have gone to bed, and Tanzaki and Naomi are absent, but the rest of them are here, sprawled across various chairs across the room. They look up when he enters.

Kunikida speaks first, still typing on his computer. “So Atsushi, how did it go? Were you able to apprehend him?”

“Apparently, the police had an undercover mission going, so I wasn't needed after all.” Atsushi says, sinking into a chair with a sigh, dropping the small purse Yosano had forced him to carry onto the table, and discarding the ruff beside it. “So it was a lot of wasted effort.”

Kunikida hums, but no one else responds. Atsushi frowns. “What?” Yosano is snickering, seated somewhere behind him. Kunikida is still typing, but everyone elses eyes are glued to him.

“What’s going on?” Eventually Kunikida, tired of the silence, glanced up. Atsushi watches in confusion as the man jumps to his feet, trips over his own chair and falls with a clatter to the floor, his face bright red. Ranpo giggles. “Well, I wouldn't say it was a totally wasted effort.” He motions at his neck and then it hits Atsushi, he swears his face is the shade of a tomato.

Ranpo hops off the desk, gathering all his snacks in a large bag and making his way towards the door. “Oh yeah.” He says, as he turns. “He left you his number, Atsushi. If he was that good maybe you should add it.” Yosano is choking on her laughter, but no one else seems to think it's that funny. Kunikida is still blushing as he asks the loaded question. “Who is ‘he’, Ranpo?”

Atsushi prays that Ranpo will just shut up, but of course, he doesn't. “Fyodor, you know, the strange Russian guy.” He sends them a confused look. “Wasn't it obvious?” He slams the door on the chaos that erupts behind him.

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End Notes: Ango totally didn't recognize him, he just wanted to get a dance from the pretty lady in the corner, and she ran away from him. He definitely cried about it over a drink later. Also, ‘kitten’ is cringy, except when its literal

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[persephoneprice]

Hi, Lily! Seeing the other anon who gave you the ships made me want to share my ideas with you as well, haha!

This is about to be very long, I'm sorry!

I'm also a Felix and Clemmie shipper myself, actually! In my headcanons, they have one daughter (I keep seeing people headcanon that Felix would have a daughter if he was alive, and I can totally see him as a girl dad!), who's named after Clemensia's older sister who passed in the war (Aelia, in my hcs), and as well as Felix's older sister (Faustina, in my hcs). So, their daughter's name is Aelia Faustina Ravinstill.

my hcs about the ravinstills:

Aelia looks like this: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/92/f4/2992f406a697190b04fb2c72d162070f.jpg

They live in a big mansion with black and gold as the main colors.

Aelia is a huge daddy's girl and a mommy's twin.

They have two dobermans.

Their garden is filled with orange blossoms and clementines.

Felix and Clemensia are total love-birds who had a gorgeous and magical beach wedding.

Everytime Felix & Clemmie go to events, Aelia would always ask them, "Do you really have to go?" with a pouty face before they go.

Next ship! I am a huge Arachne x Livia fan, so the anon saying they have a kid named Achilles and definitely a few pomeranions too made me add that to my hcs! Achilles' full name in my hcs is 'Achilles Seneca Crane-Cardew'.

my hcs:

Arachne and Livia are just the BEST moms in the world.

Their pomeranions are named after Brandy and Facet.

Whenever some kid tries to brag about how wealthy and how their parents got them this and that, Achilles would just say, "Oh yeah? Well, I have two moms!"

Arachne and Livia definitely had a huge, extravagant wedding.

Achilles definitely has Arachne's wit.

And Livia's adorable smile.

Their mansion's main color is pink. Definitely.

Arachne, Achilles, and Livia have a late night cuddle session together.

Now, onto Festus and Persephone, my loves. I can totally see that they have a daughter named Athena. (I saw it somewhere, so thank you to that person who said it first!) Athena Flavia Creed just sounds so Festus-and-Persie-kid coded. And of course, they have another baby son named Flavius Mizzen Creed. (named after mizzen<3)

my hcs:

I imagine Summer Fontana as Athena.

Both Athena and Flavius got Persephone's dimples and Festus' ginger hair.

Festus and Persephone had a beautiful garden wedding!

Their mansion's main colors are blue and gold.

When Flavius gets older, he looks a lot like Festus.

They have brown toy poodles.

Athena is a huge daddy's girl and Flavius is a huge mommy's boy.

Festus does anything Persephone tells him to do.

Festus definitely tells dad jokes.

Only Persephone laughs.

Persephone and Festus are huge lovebirds. Even in front of their children.

Additional hcs:

Athena, Aelia, and Achilles are a trio.

Plutarch Heavensbee, Hilarius and Vipsania's son (stole it from @felixravinstills) has a thing for Aelia, but doesn't show it.

Flavius definitely brags to other kids about how much people spoil him.

Achilles and Athena end up together later in the future.

When Coriolanus and Lucy Gray's daughter, Mary Topaz, was born, Achilles, Aelia, and Athena were already four, whilst Flavius was three.

Felix, Hilarius, Coriolanus, and Festus are a friend group, and they meet up at the club occasionally before they married and had kids.

Now they just play poker together at Coryo's house.

Whenever their husbands (then boyfriends), went to the club, Vipsania, Clemensia, Persephone, and Lucy Gray would have girl's night outs just shopping and gossiping. Arachne and Livia are invited, obvi. They still do it whenever their husbands play poker.

The ten of them have occasional dinners with no kids.

please tell me your opinions on these, and continue them (give more ideas) if you'd like! I hope this interested you!

hello anon!!! i’m so excited you’ve come to share your ideas with me!! never apologize for the length- i want everyone’s thoughts on everything all the time!

felix & clemmie

i just can’t personally picture him with anyone but festus but your ideas are so delightful that i love it anyway!

you’re totally right- felix is 100% a girl dad (and aelia is so cute!)

her asking them if they really have to go- i just know felix melts every single time 🥺

seriously, this is all so cute! i would 100% read this if you ever deciding to write it up!

arachne & livia

i’m just adoring this idea of arachne & livia together! they really would be the best moms. i think arachne would be so overprotective of any child they have.

AHHH achilles being like ‘i have TWO moms’ to anyone bragging. the ultimate checkmate.

god, a child that’s a mix of arachne and livia- terrifying and absolutely able to take over the world.

festus & persephone

i adore the idea of them having a daughter named athena (it’s like a cute little nod to athena strates, plus it fits so well!) and then naming a child after mizzen 🥺 i just know mizzen is bragging to coral in the afterlife about that!

prayer circle for pippa everyone! she’s in a house full of gingers and i just know they’re all as mischievous as festus.

their wedding was definitely a beautiful but small outdoor wedding! and festus cried when he first saw pippa in her dress.

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god, i would love to hear/read more about the adventures of athena, aelia, and achilles! i just know they get into some wild stuff.

i just love how happy these ideas are!! it’s so sweet 💛 i’m still not over them naming a child after mizzen like. ugh. my heart.

[your--isgayrights]

You're like one of the only ones that I feel like can answer my question. But anyways, do you think there is a connection between Bathes framework(death of the author ig) being so prominent in HSY's arc and how it relates to JHY's, YSA's, JHW's arcs and their experiences as a woman. Like ik there was some gender stuff goin on with HSY when she was a guy apostle. But I feel like womanhood isn't as explored in her arcs like it is with the three other characters but I feel like you can somehow make a connection 😭 sorry if this is a tall order.

Anon babe I'm very flattered and I'll try to make some connections here, but if someone who is actually woman has something to say about this please come on in and feel free to tell me to stfu 😭😭. Like obv just from living in Society I have concepts of womanhood/gender dynamics/lived experiences of misogyny but also I need you to understand that identification with and appreciation of a personal identity of womanhood is something that I as a person have consistently been repulsed by my entire life. Like the act of wanting/choosing to be a woman is something I will never be able to fully understand or experience.

THAT BEING SAID I HAVE WRITTEN A FEW PARAGRAPHS HERE IN RESPONSE TO YOUR ASK.

TLDR;

authorship is creation outside of motherhood and therefore queer.

narrative control is queer, and therefore disassociation from traditional gender roles comes with increased narrative control.

the narrative of ORV equates Barthes' framework with the "reality" of a reader that has to be challenged by the compassion and love of another person experiencing their own "reality" and authorship of a story is an attempt of that act of impossible communication.

Like ugh ok wanna be clear that I'm not like shim saimdong on the 50,000 won style trying to equate womanhood to this role via like bioessentialist weirdness, but I think that the most obvious connection with authorship and the female characters in orv is the idea of creation that like is sort of tied with motherhood via a character like LSK. Bc yeah if you look at the two big authors writing Kim Dokja's life, it's literally his mom with her prison book and then also Han Sooyoung later on, right?

This is kind of fun to me bc I have a friend whose like actually a lit/film major type person and writing an essay about queer tragedy in film and we were talking about queer narratives and ideas of artificial conception/creation ala Frankenstein, the "unnatural birth." In Western lit tradition this kind of thing has obvi been like connected to horror more modernly, but I think in like early Korean lit (me saying this as a guy who has like only read the Samguk Yusa so 🌾 of 🧂) the connection between unnatural birth and the divine is less complicated and not treated as the same kind of perversion that subversions of nuclear family models have been by narratives in lit largely influenced by a majority religion that values that structure of subservience in the West.

(example of unnatural birth that is fun fine and normal in Samguk Yusa: the first king of Silla is born from an egg and so is his wife and like she even has a beak until it falls off and like Kylie Jenner lip cup style gives her bbl lips /hj.)

The act of authorship can then be seen in/equated with this unnatural birth, or maybe a better term is divine birth. Authorship/narrative control in orv is also shown to be something inherently queer bc like again if you think about LSK and HSY, there is, like you mention Anon, a conflict between the societal role of Woman and becoming an author. Like if you've read feminist lit you are probably already been knew about this but to put it in terms of a referenced text from ORV, there are foundations of an equation of womanhood with motherhood from those very beginnings of Korean lit. The bear mother is a story literally about becoming a woman and that good old neoconfucian influence can be seen in how the path to womanhood for the bear is to completely obey the instructions of a male deity without questioning or straying. She is then "rewarded" by said make deity when they wed and she becomes the mother of Dangun, the deity founder of Korea. This neoconfucian framework of 'womanhood' places emphasis on subservience to higher power and motherhood.

It is notable, then, that the act of becoming an author in Lee Sookyung's case is literally the very action that abandons her child. The act of authorship is juxtaposed from reality, as Kim Dokja's lived experience is retold transformatively and then believed to be true by others and by himself to some degree. Authorship is something that alters the 'natural' and 'real' and divests the author of their subservient societal role. (Abandoning your child #justqueergirlybossthings /j)

So then, let's look at female characters in ORV and their relative relationships to narrative control and femininity. YSA is a good contrast to HSY here, because as you note Anon, reading ORV HSY seems more divorced from womanhood than YSA, but why is that? In all likelihood, it's because YSA takes the place of a certain type of female character that often exists in the stories of this genre, a female colleague who performs her role much better in the original society than the male lead before an entry into the world of the story. Something to also note is, how, despite not being a "character" of the original WoS, YSA is particularly tasked with a role of passivity/narrative inactivity that commonly befalls female characters in the modern day but most notably is exemplified in East Asian lit by the monk Tang Sanzang in Journey to the west. A character who motivates the actions of the main character but is often thwarted in attempts to directly change the narrative and put into inert states (TSZ is told to go somewhere by bodhisattvas and follows their instructions and always gets kidnapped by demons who want to eat his hot cicada body or w/e, YSA studies languages, has her contract renewed, takes the subway when her bike is stolen, gets yanked around by Greek gods and prophetizes herself into a backroom library she can use to peer into the mind of God, etc.) In some ways, bc YSA tends to follow 'the rules,' because she appears to have less awareness and control of the narrative, she also seems to fall more easily into the societal category of "woman." Put directly in contrast with Han Sooyoung, whose perspective on the narrative as a creator leads her to show less care for the lives of those in the story and who actively kills many of said characters without remorse, perhaps contrary to the role of complete creation an comparison of motherhood and authorship might imply, narrative control is power both to create and destroy. If you're in a daoist mood, you could draw a taegeuk and equate this balance of divine birth and unnatural death with the balance of androgyny between feminine and masculine, the balanced whole then being considered a cosmic whole/the absolute/something powerful/ the author, etc. (Singshong being a couple who wrote the book together kind of also adds another layer of context to this in that like in the daoist/Confucian tradition of heteronormativity man and woman together are a complete form, if all cosmos can be divided to binary then the collaboration across that binary recreates the whole, an androgenous true state of creation)

Again, in this way, narrative control/authorship is something that inherently breaks reality and in a heteronormative world this force can be coloured as inherently queer. Thats probably why are transgender girlies JHY and YJH are so significant in that their experiences of womanhood are ones that directly defy the predestination of narrative. There is no direct reveal of YJH having been the Punisher, because it is something beyond narrative understanding, beyond the rules of the universe that Kim Dokja defines as the Reader. JHY's identity directly contradicts the design of the author/creator and reader alike, her choice in her personal gender identity directly defies narrative and in that way gives her agency outside of the realm of "character," her queerness being something that gives her transformative power and control over her reality.

In the matter of Barthes, I would say I'm a bit biased, because I find reading less interesting when the context and the intent of the author are not considered. In fact, I kind of resent that death of the author is sort of a literary standard in that a lot of modern English courses will discourage essays that use terminology like "what the author is trying to say could be" and instead encourage only the use of text, because on the whole I find it less interesting to look at words and not imagine the soul behind them. In some ways, I view death of the author as a selfish framework that emphasizes only the reinforcement of a reader's worldview and desire for escapism in text that doesn't have to be connected to the real world, a delusion. Not to say enjoying a book means one must love the author, but I feel that every reader will naturally have their own (mostly one sided, I suppose) relationship to the author within and without the text, and denying that fact denies personhood to the art form in some ways. In this view, I think one of the reasons I love ORV so much is probably that some of its themes seem to very much agree to this sentiment. Authorship and readership are often equated to this act of "impossible communication" between people. ORV views authorship, the sharing of stories, as this way to impossibly try to understand the life of another person. Part of what gives the text of WoS and then ORV itself so much meaning in the end is the fact that we know who wrote them in the fiction and for what reason. Knowing the author is actually phrased within the text as pivotal, foundationally important, the only understanding that can lead to the salvation of the reader in the end, his knowledge of the person he can recognize in the author's words being himself and the fact that the author's understanding means that he is in some way loved and and known by others who love the same story. When the HSY who wrote WoS is shown to literally cease to be, trying to reach the reader and failing to be seen, it's a scene that makes one cry, a tragedy, a loss. Death of the author is not a preferable frame of analysis in ORV, only connected by a morose sense of inevitability defined by a consumerist literary world that holds said framework as truth.

But again, if death of the author is "reality, " then the ending of ORV is one where radical joy can be found in the breaking of said reality. It's pretty notable from a queer framework that the "happy endings" in ORV all occur in non-nuclear family structures, the 999th turn adopting the OD, KdjCo wanting to live in a house together, etc. Also notable that, because that is a dream that KDJ cannot see as "real," the absolute power the reader is given to determine the world keeps it from happening. In this way, death of the author and absolute power of the reader is the final boss of ORV as HSY and the characters batten down the hatches and scream into the void "YOU ARE NOT ALONE, YOUR REALITY IS NOT THE ONLY ONE, LOVE THAT EXISTS FOR NO PREDETERMINED PURPOSE CAN BE YOUR SALVATION."

It's also kind of important to me outside of the text in the understanding that this story, though obviously formulated in the context of trying to appeal to a wide audience for commercial success, is also one that comes from people who experience our reality trying to tell us that love is the answer to it all. Young people today in SK are very likely to at least know someone who has attempted in the past and you know there are some pretty similar statistics if you happen to have friends involved in queer communities here in the US. Because of my own experiences, I've always felt that distinct lack of recovery narratives in fiction, as past generations tend to see it as either so outside the norm or so clearly regulated to certain situations that it's portrayed as obviously wrong choice by a weak person or the obvious right choice by a brave person and ORV is one of very few stories I've seen not try to make a value judgement on it, but rather illustrate exactly the reasons why KDJ wants to die, why he doesn't value himself, and saying please, please stay. There is so much love for you here even though I know you haven't seen it yet. And an understanding that these ideas of love and happiness are something some people in certain situations can only be shown proof of in the stories of others. And I feel like understanding of that context is what makes ORV so important to me as a Reader, even if I know very little about SS aside from that, the fact that they exist as people living in this same world is still important to my enjoyment of the story as a reader.

Ok, sorry, this became more about narrative queerness than death of the author/womanhood but again a lot of my views of womanhood exist in like, opposing it? Lol. Tho my experience of manhood also exists in opposing a lot of it, I just personally enjoy tussling with it much more than I ever would have with womanhood I think lol.

[storiesofsvu]

it's thursday, lets round up law and order night

Just discovered I can select citytv toronto so I can watch this shit at 5pm. Fucking win. 

Okay, the way these eps are airing doesn’t make our hypothesis about the maddie case coming to canada to launch CO:TO make sense, we’ll see… 

Not shaw instantly knowing it’s a dating app 👀👀 

Jfc...word on my laptop doesnt want to open, im stuck doing this through safari, fuck i hate the way technology is changing... hoping it works later, i was planning on writing tonight. Ugh. 

Man, the way that receptionists/door staff is always all “hey! Excuse me! You can’t go back there” always makes me laugh, like, first off, how do the cops know where they’re going/that the person theyre looking for is actually back there?  

Why are there no lights on in this courtroom? Wtf? 

Nolan just tells sam to do all the work and then takes lead on all the cases, huh? 

The way this ep is going its lowkey looking like mccoy is getting fired/forced to retire, not doing it voluntarily lol. 

Lol, i give no shits if they fire nolan, just don’t touch my samantha bebe pls. 

Okay so they really are setting mccoy up to being fired, hey? 

All of these shows would be SO much better if they actually just acknowledged that they all exist in the same universe/city. Like... i’d love to see the same recurring cast members as the defence attorneys/judges/etc as the same characters in all three shows. Or like, have them mention each other, like in this ep they easily could have at least been like “hold on, I'll call benson, maybe she caught the case” no need to guest star, just mention it. Though they could guest star the other characters considering svu is only giving screen time to M and Ice... 

I am SO bored watching jack in court... where’s the spunk? 

There is way too much political shit that goes into this. Ugh.  

Also this send off is lame. They really couldnt have done it any better? The promos made me think it was some big celebratory thing... 

Yeah that was lame as shit. 

Alright... moment of truth.... is CI Toronto going to be good or absolute crap? 

Why is it tinted blue? This is like when shows “go to mexico” and they just tint the screen yellow. Do they think canada is blue tinted because of the snow/cold? 

Theme song does not slap. 

Where did my subtitles go?? 

Okay the liutenant is my faourite part so far. I like her. Female detective is on the fence for me right now, i don’t like the dude. 

Are they not carrying guns?? Does dick wolf think canadian cops don’t carry guns? Cause i assure you they do... 

LOL at the casual dropping of facts about characters we know nothing about. She has a kid, noted. 

... i stopped paying attention, i can’t lie. This isn’t terrible, but it isn’t great. We coulda had For the Defence... 

Okay, so like i said, not terrible, but i found it pretty boring.  

Moving on to SVU 

Okay this is clearly some kind of abduction situation going on. 

Velasco got a line! Yay! 

Wanna steal that plaid...ngl. 

“aren’t you a captain” THAT IS EXACTLY MY QUESTION, HOW DOES THIS SQUAD NOW HAVE TWO CAPTAINS??!! Make it make sense!! 

“and you needed a rollins” thank you fin for telling it like it is. 

Liv is off her fucking rocker man, like yeah, the kid on the train obvi needs help, and they should intervene and there is a slight chance that it is related to the maddie situation, but that’s the only thing she can see righ tnow and it’s not making for a good show. 

Say pittsburg one more time. I dare you. 

“it’s captain benson” uh... eileen called *her* why did that phone convo go like that? 

The delulu in this episode is stronger than my delulu imagining being married to fictional charaters jfc.. 

“happi burger” ?!?!? I'm having s9 flashbacks 

Aaaand a guest star that was on the show in the last year and a half is guest starring again... as a different character... not surprised. *sigh* (at the v least she’s acting her ass off and is good at what she does so...) 

Liv you have as many issues as this agent, don’t try and make her seem like she should open up to you lololol. 

“you sure youre not just projecting?” THANK YOU 

Thank fuck this gd maddie shit is finally done with. I am over it lol. 

Liv's out here just adopting rescues from all sorts of different departments temporarily, this doesn’t make any sense. 

Omg this OC flashback just made me so excited, all the amazing shit that happened last week LOL. 

Literally thought that old man was mcgrath.. 

I'm sorry... if i find something in a *bathroom* garbage can, the last thing I'm doing is putting it in my *mouth* 

Ayanna being all “gimmie!” about the stuffie is adorable. I may have to write some kind of fix it fic for her/this situation.... 

Okay that was lazy writing, Rita’s friend literally just basically repeated the exact same phrase twice... 

“no gps to pull from a camera” that is a straight up fucking lie. Both my point and shoot and my dslr have gps... 

This other tech guy working for them (ai guy?) he reminds me of kevin from crimi. Not sure if that’s just the over eager-second choice tech- guy vibes or if its something else... 

I don’t trust this bitch. At all. She's gotta be in on it. 

Hahahahaha elliot’s face when he walks in to jet and bobby in the room lol. 

This hate crimes guy is growing on me. 

Anyone else looking at the parallels of liv being hyperfocused on maddie and finding her, meanwhile elliot was so wrapped up with the Rita situation in the last season and now is so upset/lost about losing her... 

AYANNA CUDDLING HER LIL STUFFIE AHHHH *soft* 

[litterateur97]

Tag people you would like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @gigantomachy1916! I'm always happy to talk about my interests lol!

1. Three Ships

L x Misa obvi, my otp. They live in my head rent free 24/7. Zuko x Sokka is another big ship for me. I've always loved both characters a lot and the episode Boiling Rock changed me as a child. Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy is also a huge obsession of mine. I love both characters separately, but together they are just so perfect. I really feel like they balance each other out and help each other's character development. I never write for zukka or harlivy like I do for lawmane, mostly because I'm intimidated, but I have little stories in my head about them as well.

2. First Ever Ship

I'm pretty sure my first ever ship was Kim Possible x Ron Stoppable. I really wanted them to end up together and I remember being so excited when they finally kissed in the movie. I kinda want to go back and watch the show and see if I still love it as much as I did as a kid.

3. Last Song

No Rain by Blind Melon. One of my all time favorite songs and I often listen to it when I've been going through it. I really identify with this song and yeah this year has already been off to a rough start for me.

4. Last Movie

The last movie I watched was Bullet Train and I really enjoyed it! It was a really funny action movie and I really liked most of the cast! Aaron Taylor Johnson and Brian Tyree Henry were definitely my favorites, all of their scenes together were just fantastic!

5. Currently Reading

I'm currently reading Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers. It's a really sweet and cute lesbian romance and I'm enjoying it a lot so far! I'm also catching up on a few different fanfics, one for literati called lux et veritas and it is sooo good and super in character.

6. Currently Watching

A few different things, mainly focused on The Last of Us show right now, which I am very much enjoying. I'm also watching Abbott Elementary, which is fantastic, You season 4, which has been interesting, and SaikiK, which is absolutely hilarious.

7. Currently Consuming

I just ate some chicken pita Mediterranean meal that I made myself. It was very good and I'm very proud of myself and my cooking skills.

8. Currently Craving

Zaxby's. I fucking love their fried chicken and zax sauce. I am always wanting Zaxby's, but I don't have the money to eat out 😭.

9. Tagging

@barlee--mars @blondiest @balsemicvinegar @cryptid-in-the-labyrinth @citruscloudsandmoon @dillyfirestarter @ecolekua @fengsuave123 @fuu-miku @herembers @iamredby @knowingoverseer @kartyboomz @mere-mortifer @nomorification @puffballlofdoom @redcrewmate @rottentiger-art @s-k-e-t-c-h-y-artist @witchxmom And anyone else who is interested in answering!

[vlvtrkii]

It's currently 2:53 am and i just watched the first two episodes of season 1 os succession and tbh it at first looked ike i might not understand as half the things were quite flowing above my head

but then i think i quite got the grip on the ongoing situation and tbh if i try to sum it al up it's really infa t just a shitshow and i really don't want to see a show of bunch of lustful greedy fail trying to take over while lsi being coward at the same time and tryna play safe but terribly failing since none of them actually has anyone's back yk they all just a bunch of backstabbers ready to bite you anytime and take all the profit.... It's just how evryone in the screen is there for the money except some two or three characters i guess

All of logans kids remind me of those useless nepo kids of Hollywood tbh cuz i think Logan was right when he decided to still be the CEO since Kendall is really not mature enough and brave to be a CEO or step up and same goes with the other kids

They all are so emotionally sensitive and want a safe place but also has got the greed and lust from their father

They want to top each other but also don't want to hurt the else feeling or be straightforward with their motives to the others

Funny hw every side character slash spouse of them are gold diggers and just their for money like God damn babes

I think shiv is also quite emotional and vulnerable to stupid people but she has got that bossy instincts and roman do lack maturity to a whole other level

Kendall is just a emotional attached boy with skills but the fact he is not strong for the Bulls game like he can't even convince his siblings, he lack that bossy nature, he is too emotional and sensitive and tbh weak for a job that runs the whole fucking company and i do believe Logan was right when he said he might need a more time to get all that strictness, and he wasn't firing him tbh he is the most appropriate our of all four,,, but the fact Logan decided to do the Marcy thing in the game kinda screwed it up since i think evrybody knows she is a gold digger it was obvious and still Logan did such a stupid thing was maybe just becuz idk it's his third wife and i beleive he has more moments with her and also obvi the NSFW thing,, maybe that's why he is actually attached but i also of beleive that maybe he was just fucking it all up to scre them even harder cuz ain't no way a man running a company and so heartless would be this dumb

And conner was the person i felt quite the best in characters but ohh when he showed up with willa,,,, like why do rich PPL are so nasty and yucky bro

And don't get me started on how big of a loser is Greg i mean yeah maybe he's just a filler or sm shit but it's so annoying and he is not being relatable, he is just purely an ass tbh like how did he not grow up at all and till dream high to play this game when he literally discussed abt shoes with her mom

He is the iconic manchild but with more hairs and leaning on soft side of his way of body language and all which don't make it so annoying but rather tumblrworthy

And Tim is just a dick and i hate how he's technically using shiv to be somewhere in that game like what the fuck

logan has all the CEO qualities except maybe he is too harsh and egoistic and don't suck ppl's dick to get his things done which is impressive atleast he ain't a bitch but he also lacks how to be loyal and yk the man of words cuz of what he did to Frank and the debt thing makes it a lil more clear that he really don't have some business mides strategies and hasn't read books like Kendall has,,,, but yeah a man of words won't fire a loyal co worker of 30 years for a shitty son so maybe he too lacked there in order to support his sons but i think he did it in order to keep the business in the hands of his family after he steps down idk

I just don't want to watch a show where evryone is a shitty person in general but idk i might not continue it altho its just been two fucking episodes but in alr tired for this long ass commitment

[anon-e-has-a-tmblr]

Hello there anon-e

A few months ago you sent me an ask. not sure if you remember, but you asked for tried and true recipes. At the time I was experiencing cooking block (is that a thing?) anyway I gave you two recipes, one decent and one good. But that's not the point.

I've returned with two more recipes that I need to share. These two recipes I've spent months crafting and perfecting.

1. Tchina salad: some people I've shared this recipe with say it sounds weird and off putting, but do not be swayed by the name it's genuinely the best salad I've ever had and everyone I've forced to eat loves it sooo yeah.

1. Vegetables! I usually use cucumbers, but you can make it with literally any vegetable I think.

2. The dressing: about two-three spoonfuls of tchina paste (unmade) about a third of a capful of sugar, a generous drizzle of olive oil and you mix. (If you want you can grate a clove of garlic but it's optional, it really depends on if you like a harsher flavor or not) You drizzle a little olive oil on your vegetables and toss (trust me this makes a big difference, also if you're using non cucumbers dry your vegetables first.) you drizzle the dressing over the vegetables, toss again, and add in about half a lemon, salt and pepper. That's it, please try it I'm begging you

Ok second recipe!

Thick peanut butter noodles! (I created this recipe today, inspired by all the peanut butter noodles I ran into on yt a few months back. Trust me it's good.)

Ok so wheat noodles! Create the dough by mixing white flour, salt and water until you have dough. Kneed until smooth and dough-like. Shape into ball and cover for 10 minutes. Take like egg side pieces of the dough, and roll until long and about the thickness of your finger, maybe slightly thinner. Do that for all the dough.

Boil the noodles for 2 minutes.

Ok so in a wok, (if u don't have wok use a stainless steel pan, don't use non stick preferably, I mean you can but like it's better if u don't.) you put oil, swirl it around on your biggest burner, until super hot add in two scrambled eggs, you want to have best the eggs until completely mixed together with no egg white visible. (You could also use tofu or chicken obvi but like eggs are the easiest.) You want to cook the eggs until almost completely solid but still a little runny,set aside.

Turn add more oil to the wok/pan/whatever throw in 3 cloves of minced garlic, a hot chilli maybe two depending on the amount you're making, and some chilli flakes, fry for like a couple minutes, add in any vegetables of your liking, fry until cooked, add in your eggs, (/whatever protein you decided to use)

Add in soy sauce, peanut butter, tchina paste, a capful of sugar, rice vinegar and mix, quickly throw the noodles in, stir fry for about a minute and serve with crushed peanuts on top.

(idk if you'll like any of these recipes but idk I think they're great,tho they are catered to my specific taste sooo uhhh yeah, if you do decide to try them let me know because I'm determined to make people try my recipes. Hopefully I'm not disturbing you ughhh yeah)

Truth be told i forgot about the recipe ask lol but that one was a nice gift to wake up to. Thanks!

The first one I will not try for myself, as I'm eating all my veggies dry. Yeah i'm a weirdo like that. Cant stand the texture of sauggy veggies lol. But the second one sounds interesting. Very sugarry, but interesting nontheless.

Next time i'm inspired to cook something else that isnt "pasta dish no. 69" I shall try that one.

thank you agains my kind friend!!!!!

[dipshit-does-crimes]

let’s start shit off with a bang. this’ll be really sense making because my head hasn’t been a mess at all!

so anyway let’s start with the fact that i literally do not have anyone else to talk to about this and honestly idk if strangers on the gay website will be better but it’s better than nothing. my irl friends would probably make a big deal out of all my mental issues and idk i really don’t want to deal with them leaving me over it. solution? don’t tell em. i’m so smart actually

so my aromantic ass got himself into a queerplatonic relationship, right? we didn’t really know much about eachother except the fact that we really liked talking to eachother and shared some cool interests. plenty of platonic i love yous were shared, and then i find out they’re a whole ass 3 years younger than me. you might be like but it’s platonic right? yeah. but still, i was telling someone three years younger than me that i loved them like a fucking creepy asshole. so my only other friend obvi found out about it because i don’t have anyone else to talk to about this shit and went to them, and said that it was really weird and i should probably stop. keep in mind than they were young. like i’m young, they were three years younger than my young. we’re both minors. but my stupid fucker ass got attached and doesn’t know how to comfortable with deescalating something simply. but my other friend who i’ll call N for now(J will be for the other one) said either them or J. don’t be a dick about this by the way, it was a really weird situation and i was totally in the wrong cuz i suck and i suck really, so N was completely in the right. i’ve known N for like a year and a half almost, J for a month MAYBE. so i asked if i should sacrifice myself or J. no direct answer so i obvi chose to save them because who wouldn’t? so i ended up using N to say that this shit was weird and then i haven’t really talked to J for a while except to ask if they’ve killed themselves or not

so that’s a whole situation. i got into a “bad��� depressive episode(i think it was bad it probably was) and really just dumped it all onto N because again i don’t have anyone else to talk to at that point. really really suicidal btw. like, really. and me and N have a pact that we will not lie to eachother, so I tell them obvi. obvious mental stress on N there. one night while my mom wasn’t home, try to find a knife to slice up my legs a little(never done sh at that point) and i realise all the fucking knives are dull. go back to bed and message them kind of in a shock. get up, try AGAIN with some scissors that ended up being dull because of course they are. wasn’t clear enough, they thought i tried to kill myself or something, so even MORE mental stress on N. J is completely out of the picture because i can’t talk to them right now cuz owwie. so the shit i haven’t told N time.

I have this metal thing that some stores use to hang up stuff but not really that i found at school. it’s surprisingly sharp, i used it to scratch up my legs a bit for the first time like a day ago. it’s not sharp enough to make myself bleed sadly but it works well enough. i was immediately hit with a rush, decided to tell N i wasn’t going to kill myself(which i have no plans to go back on. they know i’ll only kill myself if it’s my birthday. i’m autistic about death what the fuck) and this probably barely relived any stress at all. so i want to pretend im a good person for a sec and tell them they really should stop talking to me and tell me to fuck off and die(not like that obvi) but they’re smart and was already thinking about it but didn’t want to tell me because i might kill myself if they stopped talking to me. idk why but that really fucking hurt? like. they should be able to tell me shit bothering them so i can stop immediately and pretend nothing happened. i would be willing to pretend for them any day. so now you know a lot about my shitty personal life. hooray! good for you. by the way me and N aren’t talking right now. they said it wasn’t complete no contact and just distancing while i put myself together(i’m not going to) but like cmon dude i can read between the lines! you obvi don’t want to talk to me for a few months which like okay i won’t even look in your general direction unless you need something from me. it’s not that hard.

so yeah that’s pretty much all i’ve been dealing with what’s going on with you all

[glittersandsourcherries]

Birthday kiss | Cassie Howard x Reader

Summary: Cassie invites you and Maddy for a birthday sleepover. Something happens after dark.

Pairing: Cassie x Reader

Word count: 0.8k

Note: Am I the only one who loves Sydney’s laugh

keep sending prompts

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For her fifteenth birthday, Cassie decided to have a sleepover.

After the football game, Maddy and you had your overnight bag slung on one shoulder as the three of you walked back to Cassie's house, still in your two-piece cheerleading uniform. The temperature had gone down a few now that night had set and your legs were full of goosebumps.

Maddy jumped on Cassie's back, laughing loudly as she almost stumbled on the sidewalk. Your stomach erupted with butterflies at the sweet, angelic sound. God, she had the cutest laugh.

''My mom got us wine coolers,'' Cassie informed, letting Maddy down.

''No way!''

The blonde nodded. ''As long as we drink at the house, she's okay with it. She got us a 6-pack, which means we can have two each.''

''My parents would never get me alcohol,'' Maddy said. She looked down sadly. ''They're too busy fighting - or drinking it, in my dad's case.''

Cassie and you exchanged a sad look, but didn't say anything.

.

In Cassie's bedroom, the party was on. While you were all at the football game, Suze had decorated her daughters' room with a pink 'happy birthday' banner and a bouquet of matching balloons. She even bought pink cupcakes - which looked delicious.

You dipped a finger into the frosting and tasted it. ''Cass, you gotta taste the buttercream!''

Cassie dropped her cheerleading bag and made her way over, taking a bite from your cupcake while Maddy was busy sorting out the music and the bluetooth speaker.

''Hey, that's mine.''

She swiped her tongue over her lips and giggled, not really caring that she stole your cupcake. ''Should I pop open the wine coolers?''

Eventually, the three of you ended on the couch, tired from all the dancing, gossiping and talking about Maddy's second favorite subject: Nate Jacobs.

''Did you see him at the game? He looked so sexy in his football pants. Did you see his ass? I think he's been doing squats.''

You snickered. ''He does not have an ass.''

''He does,'' Maddy insisted. ''You just haven't taken a proper look.''

Honestly, boys asses weren't something your eyes gravitated to. Or, boys in general.

''I'll admit, it's not as flat as most players, but-''

Cassie returned from the bathroom, flopping down on the couch right between you and Maddy. ''Who are we talking about?'' She took a sip of her wine cooler.

''Nate. Obvi.''

Cassie sighed. ''Can we talk about other things?''

After some dancing and lots of laughing, the wine coolers were all empty. You were feeling a little tipsy, not really used to alcohol - even as small of percentage.

You all changed into your pajamas, getting ready for bed. The couch had been turned into a makeshift bed for you and Maddy would be taking Lexi's bed since she was at Rue's.

You pulled the blanket up to your chest as Suze stood in the doorway, a glass of red wine in her hand. ''All right, beauty queens, it's time for bed. Good night.'' She turned off the lights and exited.

Less than five minutes later, you could hear Maddy snoring not so glamorously. You were tempted to take your phone and record the loud sound, but Cassie quietly called your name.

''Yeah?'' you answered in a small voice.

''You can sleep in my bed if you want.''

You peeled your blanket, smoothing down your pajama, and walked over to Cassie's bed.

The blonde scooted back and lifted the covers, making room for you. You got under the covers beside Cassie, facing her.

''It's unfair that Maddy and I get a bed and you have to sleep on the couch,'' she said. ''This bed is plenty big for two.''

Big wouldn't be the word you'd employ. It was a little bit of a squeeze, but you didn't mind being close to Cassie.

''Did you like your birthday?'' you asked, your head on a pillow, your faces at very close proximity. Despite the lack of light in the room, your could still see perfectly your friend's blue eyes, full lips and soft features. She was so pretty.

Cassie nodded. ''The cupcakes were really good.''

''They were,'' you agreed.

''I know we haven't been friends for as long as Maddy and I, but I'm really happy you were here tonight, Y/N.'' She tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling at you.

A light blush went to your cheeks. ''Me too.''

The room fell into silence as you stared at each other for a few minutes. It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, though. You liked looking at Cassie. You could look at her for the whole fucking night.

''Should we sleep, now? If your mom comes in and check-''

Cassie cut you off, holding her breath and pressing her lips to yours. 

You felt your chest flutter at the touch of her lips on yours, lingering slightly before pulling away. It was gentle and innocent, and tasted like fake strawberries - probably from Cassie's chapstick.

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Just get naked.

Harry Holland

This is a smutty cabin fic.

Word count: 3k 18+ only please

Warnings: bossy Harry, smut (obvi) cursing, interruption (slight public sex but not exactly) cockwarming maybe? Unprotected sex (because let's be honest...)

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A/N: I might delete this tbh... Also this is barely edited (so, sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes)

As soon as you stepped foot inside the cabin your eyes grew wide. You recalled the moments you had discussed this trip. Multiple. Over months. Tom would always begin with the big cabin. 'yeah' you thought to yourself 'Maybe big like your upper lip, Thomas'

"Tom," you groaned, dropping your duffle bag next to your feet. 

"I know. I know! But hear me out, we'll all be so much closer after this trip," he put his hands up in defeat as he watched the four of you stare him down. 

"Tom, we still have two others joining us," Sam pointed out. 

"There's enough space, we just have to bunk up," Tom said with a smile. Great, bunking up with one of these divs. "There's one room with a bunk bed and a twin, and then two rooms with full size beds. Obviously Tuwaine and Molly are getting one of those rooms, so Y/N? Who do you want in one with you?" All four sets of eyes turned to you, waiting to know which boy would be sharing a bed with you. 

"Why do I have to choose?" You demanded.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," Tom explained. You looked from each boy, knowing you'd have to share a room with one of them. 

"Actually, Tom, Harrison, and I will stay in the bunk room. You and Harry can share the room," Sam said, making Tom and Harrisons eyes shift to him. He gave them a 'just go with it' look. 

"Whatever," you told them, shrugging, and grabbing your bag before heading back to find your room. 

"What the hell?" Harry demanded.

"Come on, you can finally make a move," Sam told him encouragingly. 

"While sharing a bed?! Jesus Christ," Harry groaned.

"If you don't I will," Harrison said. Harry's gaze shot to haz instantly.

"You will not," he warned with an outstretched finger pointing at the boy. 

The three of them laughed. Harry grabbed his bag, venturing in to find where you had gone. Little did you know, Harry had been madly in love with you for a WHILE, but had never said a thing, always afraid he wasn't good enough for a girl like you. 

He walked past a door, and then backtracked seeing you crouched behind the bed. 

"Y/n? What are you doing?" He asked, making you nearly jump. 

"Jesus Christ Harry," you laughed, standing up from where you had been crouched. "I was checking to make sure I had appropriate pajamas," you told him. 

"Appropriate?" He wondered.

"Yeah, I usually don't wear.." you trailed off feeling strange telling him this. 

"You sleep naked?" He finished. 

"Yeah," you giggled, a blush spreading on your cheeks. 

"Oh, well I have a few extra t-shirts you can use if you'd like," he said.

"Really?" You asked.

"Of course y/n," he smiled at you. 

It was the first time of the trip that you had felt the way you did. A warm fuzzy feeling spreading across your body. 

"Tuwaines here," haz called out. 

Harry looked down the hall, before turning back to you and nodding his head for you to follow, which you did. 

Tuwaine and Molly were in the middle of explaining how they had seen some deer on the way up. 

"They were incredible!" Molly expressed as her eyes caught yours. "Y/n!" She squealed running to you. She wrapped you into a tight hug. "I need to talk to you," she whispered in your ear. 

You nodded following her out of the cabin and to her car. 

"You're sharing a bed with Harry?!" She squealed. 

You darted your eyes back to the cabin to make sure no one was listening before turning back to her. "Molly, shh. Yeah I am," 

"Oh my god! Are you going to finally make a move?" She demanded. 

"What jump his bones while everyone can hear?" You lightly joked. 

"I mean-" 

"Molly, no. He doesn't even like me like that," you sighed looking down. 

"I don't know, girl. Have you seen the way he watches you?" She asked. You looked up to her, not sure what she meant. 

"He watches me?" You wondered. She gestured her head towards the cabin window, you turned to see Harry's gaze on you, shifting away as soon as you glanced towards him. 

"Always," she whispered. 

You tried to be more aware of Harry's gaze. Trying to see if he did in fact watch you. Sam had cooked a meal and as you were all about to sit down to eat you noticed Harry sit down next to an empty chair, so you walked over and sat next to him, offering him a small smile, before turning your attention to the rest of the group. 

"Y/n," Sam said.

"Huh?" You asked looking over to where Sam was sitting.

"I asked how the dating thing was going?" He laughed.

"Oh," you blushed looking away and down to your hands. 

"She has her eye on someone but she won't fess up," molly said for you.

"Molly," you hissed.

"What? It's true," she chuckled. 

You didn't dare look at Harry, but you could see Molly looking at him with a smirk. 

After a large meal, to many beers, and a good time with your friends, you were pooped.

"Gonna hit the hay," you mumbled, getting up from where you had been sitting on the floor Infront of the fireplace. 

"S'cold in here at night, harry you should join her so she doesn't freeze to death," tom said. 

"Tom," haz said quietly. Tom threw his head back as he began to laugh. 

"Sorry, sorry, my lips are sealed I swear," he promised. He was completely drunk and would feel it in the morning. To your surprise, Harry stood up and walked over to you. 

"You don't have to," you whispered.

"I'm tired too," he told you with a smile. You nodded before turning to go to the room. Behind you you heard whispers and then Tom's voice. 

"Keep it quiet you too," 

"Thomas," Molly yelled. 

"What? They're the ones in denial, not me," he laughed. 

You glanced at Harry who had a blush across his cheeks but you were sure it was from the warmth of the fire. 

"What side?" You asked as you stood at the end of the bed.

"Whichever one you don't want," he said. You shook your head walking to the right side of the bed and sitting down. "Want a shirt still?" He asked quietly.

"Please?" You asked. He dug around in his bag grabbing a shirt and handed it to you. 

You quickly pulled your shirt off, followed by your bra, before slipping Harry's over your head. "Smells like you," you giggled as you inhaled the sweet scent. 

"It does? Shit, sorry y/n, I may not have washed that one bef-" 

"Harry, it smells good, stop worrying," you played your hand on his bicep as he nodded, and shot you a smile. You peeled off your sweats, keeping on the pair of spandex shorts you had on to sleep in, although it would probably be uncomfortable. 

Harry changed quickly into his pajamas before laying down beside you. 

You laid quietly beside each other for what felt like an eternity, a few inches of space separating the two of you. 

You were so uncomfortable you couldn't even begin to drift into Dreamland. After you shuffled under the blanket for the umpteenth time Harry sighed, sitting up and flicking on the lamp. 

"Jesus Christ y/n, just get naked," he said. 

Your eyes grew wide as you looked at him "I-i.. what?" You gasped. 

"You said you sleep naked, you're obviously uncomfortable. I'll turn over or tie something around my face, but please, just get comfortable and stop pulling the blanket," he huffed before plopping back down onto the mattress. 

You stared at him, mouth agape. You weren't going to get naked with him in bed with you, because you knew if you did, you wouldn't be able to just sleep, but you weren't going to tell him that. 

So instead you slid back down, reaching up and clicking off the light to attempt to sleep. 

Another half hour past of a sleepless torture, but you attempted to stay still. At some point you slid off your shorts leaving yourself in just your panties and Harry's shirt, and while it was more comfortable, it still wasn't enough. 

You rolled onto your side, facing towards Harry when you saw his eyes shoot open and he sat straight up, reaching above him to click back on the lamp. 

"Ok," he grunted, hoisting himself off the bed, he reached one hand behind him tearing his shirt from his body, and then ripped his sweats down his legs, revealing his skin tight boxers that were not leaving much to the imagination. 

You stared at him in shock, unaware of why he had just violently undressed himself. 

He silently rounded the bed to where you were laying and he looked at you expectantly. You sat up, almost like his gaze alone had willed you to and before you knew it Harrys hands were fisting the hem of your(his) shirt and pulling it off your body. 

If it had been anyone else you would have been mortified. Sitting Infront of Harry, your chest bare as he stared down at you. 

"Ok, now, we're going to try this again," Harry said slowly and lowly. He turned and walked back around the bed, laying back down and clicking off the light, leaving you completely dumbfounded, almost naked and strangely turned on. 

What the hell had just happened? You could hear the distant sound of music and voices leaving you to believe everyone was still drinking by the fire. 

If anything.. this was your chance, and if it went terribly you could blame the alcohol that was still heavily in your system. 

With a shaky breath you reached over, running your finger down Harry's arm. There was no way he was asleep yet, and by the goosebumps that rose on his skin from your featherlight touch you knew you weren't the only one feeling sometype of way.

His eyes fluttered open, his gaze immediately finding yours. There was a mixture of lust and need that you could see deep in Harry's warm brown eyes. "Harry," you whispered. The word was full of unspoken questions, unspoken needs. With just his name from your lips he jutted up, hand palming the back of your head as his fingers were interwoven in your hair before hauling your lips to his in a bruisingly deep kiss. Filled with need, want, and desire. Your lips clashed and tongues fought for dominance, as his hands trailed over your nearly naked body, like he was greedy and needed to claim every inch of you with his touch. To feel you, mark you. You gasped as he pulled away, his head falling to your exposed breasts before taking your nipple between his lips and clamping down slightly. 

"Oh fuck," you rasped, your hand going to his curly hair. 

Your head fell back as Harry sucked and nipped at you, probably leaving his mark that would be there for days to follow,but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. 

This was what you wanted, what you had always wanted. Harrys hands found their way to your hips and before you could even think his fingers were in the waistband of your panties, and slowly dragging them down your legs, leaving you completely bare for him. 

He pushed your thighs apart, 

Dipping his head down and licking you. You let out a moan as his tongue nudged your clit, you were already so close, so close to release, and he had barely touched you. 

"Harry," you groaned as he latched onto your clit. "Oh shit, Harry- I'm not, oh," you couldn't form any coherent sentences as your orgasm washed over you. He lapped up everything you gave, like it was his last meal. 

"That was so fucking hot," he groaned as he lifted himself from where he had been settled between your thighs. 

You grabbed him, crashing your lips to his, in a desperate needy kiss. You could taste yourself on him which only made it hotter. 

You kissed him with a ferocity you had never kissed anyone with before. 

You reached down, hooking your fingers in his waistband, and he lifted his hips helping you pull down his boxers, freeing his hard cock from its confinement. 

You swung your leg over him, lining him up at your entrance as you continued to make out with him, slowly sinking down onto him. 

"Oh god," he groaned into your lips as you settled on him. You were just about to start moving, not even caring that you hadn't given yourself much time to adjust to the sweet stretch he was giving. The bedroom door swung open, and light flooded the room. Both yours and Harry's eyes shot towards the door, wide as you watched a very drunk Tom stumble in with a beer in his hand and his eyes practically closed. You pulled the blanket so the part of you that was conjoined was covered and Harry wrapped his arms around your waist, holding your naked chest against him. 

"I know, I know," Tom stumbled out. "I think you need to give my brother a chance y/n, because he's a good- no great- he's a great guy. I mean he's handsome, he's sweet, he's got anxiety so he constantly needs reassurance, which maybe that's a good thing- I'm not sure," he slurred his eyes finally opening and looking right at the two of you. You were both frozen, absolutely mortified. Tom's eyes trailed over your exposed back, taking in the compromising position the two of you were in. He threw his head back as a laugh erupted from his chest. "He didn't need any help!" Tom called out towards the hallway. 

"Tom," Harrison groaned from somewhere in the cabin before he appeared in the doorway, eyes going wide. "Uhh- Tom get out!" Harrison hissed, grabbing the very drunk Tom by his arm. 

"But he did it," Tom slurred, "I'm so proud of you Harry, finally going after the girl you're in love with!" Tom exclaimed as Harrison hauled him from the room slamming the door behind them. 

You turned your attention back to Harry who was probably as red as a tomato at this point. "in love with?" You questioned. 

His eyes locked on yours as his mouth opened to say something, but you didn't give him the chance. You smashed your lips to his, kissing him with a whole new purpose now. You rolled your hips nudging your clit on his pubic bone as you did, making a small moan leave your lips. You clenched around him, and he let out a low groan. 

"Don't do that," he growled, breaking away from your kiss. 

You smirked at him as you did it again. Making his nostrils flare as he stared at you. "Brat," he muttered as he grabbed your ass hard, before flipping you over onto your back. You let out a loud giggle at that, as his lips trailed your neck before he slid back inside of you, rolling his hips into yours. You clutched onto his shoulders as he worked you over with his cock, pushing it so deep inside you, you thought you might split into two, but it felt so good you didn't care. 

"Oh Harry," you gasped, as he picked up his pace, fucking you into oblivion. 

He let out a multitude of curses and groans as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. 

His hand trailed down between your bodies as his fingers found your clit, circling around the little bundle, as you felt the band in your stomach getting ready to snap again. 

"Harry," you warned "I'm so close," 

"Mmm come for me baby," he groaned, pressing his lips against the skin just below your ear and sucking gently. That was all it took for your body to react to his, you felt your walls clamp down around him, as he stilled his hips, a loud grunt leaving his lips, before collapsing down on top of you.

"Holy fuck," you gasped, as you were hit with aftershocks from your orgasm, making you clench around harrys softening cock. 

"Hey-" he chuckled. "Do that again and I'm going to be ready for round two," he warned, jokingly.  

"Is that a threat?" You teased him. 

He brought his lips to yours grinding his hips against yours, his hardening cock, hitting the right spot to make you moan out into the kiss. "Not a threat," he mumbled against your lips. "A promise," 

You let his kiss devour you, taking up every space in your mind as his hips gently collided with yours. It was slow and sweet, nothing like what the two of you had just done minutes prior that was needy and hot as hell. 

Your fingers found their way to his curls tangling in them as his tongue explored the expanse of your mouth. 

The slow rolling of his hips against yours had you overly needy, and he could sense that, he broke your lips apart, trailing kisses down your jaw and throat before clutching one of your thighs and pushing himself deeper into you. 

"Harry," you moaned out, lifting your hand to your mouth to conceal the noise, the new depth of his cock driving you wild. 

"Don't cover your mouth," Harry complained, "let them know what I'm doing to you in here, how well I'm fucking your pussy," he whispered taking your ear lobe between his teeth and applying light pressure. 

"Oh my god," you groaned out at a mixture of his words and the pace he was setting as he pounded into you. 

"That's it baby," he coaxed his fingers finding your clit again, but this time he pinched it between his index and thumb making the world go black, all you could see was stars in your vision as your body succumbed to your third orgasm. 

You're not sure exactly what happened next, but when your eyes finally opened Harry was laying next to you chest heaving with a shit eating grin on his face. 

"What?" You asked, trying to catch your breath. 

"Don't think I've ever had a girl actually scream my name before," he chuckled, turning towards you. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever heard," he told you. 

"I screamed your name?" You asked. 

He nodded, pinning his lower lip between his teeth. "Loudly," he informed you. 

You couldn't help but giggle. You would hear all about it in the morning, but for now, as you laid naked next to Harry, your body completely spent, you let sleep take you. 

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