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ponderingmoonlight · 11 months ago

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Thank you to everyone who supported my blog in 2023 🤍

I can't put into words how much I love every single one of you for your support. No matter if you like one fic of mine or my whole blog, no matter if you write me anon or leave a comment. Let me tell you that I appreciate every minor interaction with the stuff I create over here 🤍

When I started this blog in September (I think lol) I was so scared of sharing my thoughts. But you were supportive right from the start, encouraging me to follow my ideas even in times I didn't feel like it. You might not even know how much you helped me through dark times, how much your constant support lifted me up and helped me getting over the shit that happened 2023 (like Shibuya damn). You have become such an important variable in my life that this blog is literally like a baby to me 😭

Thank you for sticking with me through 2023. I hope you'll stay in the new year as well 🤍

Also, I'd like to take this moment to pay a special thanks to my lovely moots:

@belovedvamp I know we basically just started talking, but you seem like such a fun person and I totally relate to your Yuta affection lol. Thank you for supporting my works through your constant likes, comments, reblogs and requests. I hope we'll stay in touch this new year 🤍

@risuola you are such a sweetheart. Not only is your writing chef's kiss and you were one of my first ever obsessions here on Tumblr (you are still lol), but you make me laugh and cry like no other. You literally seem like such a fun person and put a smile of my face the second you post. Please keep up being so damn cool and please NEVER stop writing those amazing fanfics 🤍

@kawaiiakamaru we aren't moots for that long but you are supporting me for so long. Just seeing a comment or a blog entry from you makes me happy, as well as your cute profile pic (please never change it hehe). Your first ever fic was absolutely amazing, please keep up the good work and make sure to tag me in your new fics of this year 🤍

@sorrowfulrosebud it's funny how we met through that dang annoying anon who still keeps bugging you lol. In some kind of way, I'm actually thankful for them. Not because of the nonsense they are getting on your nerves with, but because I got to get in touch with your wonderful blog. You are funny, you seem passionate and are so talented like it's absolutely insane! I hope you finally get to live in peace on your blog and continue blessing my timeline 🤍

@ynackerman9499 first of all let me tell you how absolutely sorry I am for not publishing any of your requests recently. They're all so good I literally don't know where to start 😭 you are such a sweet person, our little talk made me giggle the entire time and I love that we basically have the same taste in anime and anime men hehe. Thank you for supporting my blog and especially looking out for me the whole time, I hope we'll talk again soon 🤍

@sitarawrites you actually were one of my first moots over here and our conversations were priceless. I was so happy when you finally decided to share your great works with us! You are truly such a talented writer who makes us feel the emotions of our favorite jjk characters like none other. Also, I love that you are a badass bitch who takes no shit from others. You are actually my example when it comes to badass characters 😭 I wish you all the best and hope that you get the love, appreciation and clamness you deserve in 2024 🤍

@sunshine7queen you are my no 1 supporter since day one and I love you from the bottom of my heart for it 😭 Everytime I open up my tumblr and see that you left a comment under my works (like you literally always do), I get excited immediately, like why is it so fun to chat with you. Also, you share the greatest treasures when it comes to cool artwork or other fics: you're my greatest source for great content over here! Let me thank you for every comment, every like and every reblog and how you always make me feel good about myself. You are a true sweetheart, stay the way you are and have the lovliest new year 🤍

@wifenanami your obsession for Nanami is just as great as mine and I love you for it. But not only that, you are my number one when it comes to Nanami requests and therefore fics on this blog. Literally half of my Nanami fics exist because of your great request that make me laugh and warm my heart while shattering it and making me cry. Also, your artwork is way too good for this world. Sometimes I go through my requests just to see your pics 😭 Thank you for making my 2023 better with your comments, your aesthetic blog and your request. I hope you're sticking with me through 2024 as well 🤍

@selen1um-hexafluoride you are such a funny person, your blog entries made my day so often that I lost count. Let me tell you that your unnecessary opinions definetely matter to me and that I enjoy every single one of them. You write your hcs like a pro, I literally can't wait to see more of you. Please don't stop writing and make sure to tag me in your works (when you find out how hehe) 🤍

@sanicsmut girl, you're the love of my life. Seriously, since that day you decided to comment under my first ever Choso works you've been by my side and supported my works even though they didn't have your favorites (=Choso and Hiromi lol) in them. Even though we don't chat that often, I love your lil comments under my shitpostings as well as I love to see what's going on over there on your blog. You seem like such a funny talented person it's seriously unfair 😭 Also, see this as a petition for you to post more artwork of yours because it's GORGEOUS! Love ya, thank you for all the support and let me see you again this year 🤍

@lees-chaotic-brain oh Petra, you are such a sweet, passionately and badass chick it makes me all emotional. You were my first moot over there and stuck with me ever since. Even though we didn't talk much these last weeks because we're both pretty stressed, I still adore you and our conversations with all my heart. You are such a strong person, going through all this hate of last year with confidence, not letting anyone getting you down that you have been a true example for me. Despite all the things you've been through, despite all the shit you have to endure, you're still so fucking strong and I truly admire you for it! Also, you are one of my all time favorite writers here on Tumblr - no one does it like you! Let me take this opportunity to thank you. Thank you for being my first ever moot, thank you for listening when nobody else did, thank you for the amazing content you gift us with. I'm so glad I met you and I am beyond glad that you are the person that you are. Let nobody ever take your spark away from you (and I publicy promise to finally get your request done) 🤍

@lizziespoem we didn't hear much from each other the last few weeks, but let me tell you how proud I am that you're looking out for yourself and that you put yourself first. Even though I miss your gorgeous fanfics and to just talk to you, I hope with all my heart that you are doing well my german tumblr bestie (melde dich gerne mal wenn du Zeit und Lust hast) 🤍

@hitori979 you're truly making me emotional. You have to be one of the few people who supported me from day one. Your endless comments, you defending me, you liking my whole stuff. Like...I can't even put into words how much you mean to me. I know how busy you are and that you rarely find the time to scroll through Tumblr and get in touch with my works, but you always make sure that I feel appreciated. Even though you don't even know me (and how I just realized I don't even know your name) you check on me from time to time and cheer me up when I feel down. I love our little conversations about jjk manga, I love your opinion on basically EVERYTHING and I love how geniuely funny you are. Let me tell you that your support means the world to me and that I get excited just when reading your blog name. Let me tell you that your ideas inspire me and are actually the source of like half of my best works! You seem like such a smart and empathic person. I really hope the new year brings you less work stress and all the things you ever wish for. You deserve the world, love. And I will be forever thankful for you finding my blog and deciding to support me through everything 🤍

@lavenderdrxp thank you thank you thank you for your likes, reblogs and comments. I loved our lil chitchat and actually enjoyed chatting with you so much that I hope we'll be able to do it anytime soon again 😭 Also, let me promise you that I'll publish your request this year hehe. Have the happiest new year with new episodes of our favorite anime coming soon 🤍

Okay, now I'm crying a lil on my own. Just...thank y'all. Have the nicest 2024 ever 😭

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #2023 recap #I love all of you #i love my mutuals #moots #tumblr friends #you're the best <3

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invisibleraven · 2 months ago

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24, sleepy kiss for Rulie?

"Mami?"

Julie cracked open her eyes, seeing Luna peering up at her waving her little fingers at her. "Hi moonbeam, what's up?"

"Are we making breakfast for daddy today?"

Julie looked at the clock seeing it was at least after seven AM, so that was a blessing-usually Luna woke them up closer to five. But she had promised Luna they would make Reggie breakfast for Father's Day, so up she got.

Glancing over she saw that he was still sleeping, which was good, because she knew he had been up late working, coming to bed long after Julie herself was asleep. They tried not to do that too often, but he had a new client who was very demanding and would greatly increase his business connections, so he wanted to stay in her good books.

Julie took Luna's hand, leading her down to the kitchen. "So, what do you want to make for breakfast mija?"

"Waffles!" Luna yelled, earning a shush from her mother. "With chocolate chips and berries!"

"We can do that," Julie chuckled. "Waffles are daddy's favourite."

"Yippee!"

They gathered the ingredients, and Julie placed Luna on the counter so she could help pour everything in the bowl, with the waffle iron sitting on the other side of the kitchen slowly heating up.

Thankfully by now Luna was an old hand at helping cook and bake and didn't make as much mess as she used to-Julie still had nightmares about the first time she attempted to help make pancakes with Reggie. Sure there was still some flour to wipe up and an odd piece of egg shell to fish out of the bowl, but she'd take that before ever having to clean batter off the ceiling fan again.

"You ready to pour the batter Luna Boo?" Julie asked.

Luna nodded, and they moved her stool over to the other counter so she could pour a scoop of batter into the waffle iron-the one that was shaped like the Death Star, because Julie married a Star Wars nerd, and she had come to accept it. Sure she wasn't as big a fan of the franchise, but it wasn't about her today. Plus it wasn't like he didn't put up with her love of old Disney channel movies and boy bands.

While they waited for the waffles to cook, Julie made coffee and gave Luna some fruit to wash so they could have some fruit salad as well. She did the cutting-she didn't trust Luna with knives quite yet.

Finally the breakfast was ready, so Julie got a tray ready with enough food for all of them, and Luna grabbed the card she had made for Reggie at daycare, bolting up the stairs ahead of her mother.

Only when Julie got to her bedroom, she found Luna gently giving Reggie kisses to wake him up and whispering at him that she had helped make breakfast for him because he was the best dad in the world. Julie swore she was melting as Reggie swiped at his eyes-feigning it was due to sleep, and not him tearing up.

"Love you too moonbeam," he said, voice groggy. "I'm only a great dad because I have such an awesome kid."

Luna grinned at that-the same smile that her father bore, and Julie wished she had a camera to capture this moment, but instead came in, coughing subtly.

"Hey darlin'," Reggie said, sitting up and shifting Luna over so she was in the middle of the bed. "Have fun playing sous chef?"

"Luna did it all really," Julie teased, sitting in her spot and offering them both a plate of food. Thankful that their sheets were easy to clean when she saw Luna whip out the syrup.

The food was delicious, Reggie cooed over the card and crafts Luna gave him and gave her a big sticky kiss in thanks.

"Do you wanna open my present?" Julie asked.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Reggie insisted, but made grabby hands at the envelope she swung back and forth in front of him. But then he opened it and looked at it-then at her. "Really?"

"Really," she nodded, eyes filling with tears just as his were.

"Why are you crying?" Luna asked, looking between her parents with concern. "Was the present sad?"

"No moonbeam, it's the best present," Reggie assured her. "And it's for you too."

"Me?"

"Yes mija," Julie replied. "Mami got you a baby sister or brother."

"Where is it?' Luna asked, looking around like she expected the baby to pop out.

"In my tummy," Julie replied, laying Luna's hand over her stomach. "It won't be here until after Christmas, because it still needs to grow, but next year you'll be a big sister."

"That's so cool!" Luna exclaimed.

"It really is," Reggie agreed, pulling his girls in for more kisses. "Best present ever."

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #rulie relajante #julie and the phantoms

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allthesmutl0vers · 3 months ago

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heyyy!! how are you? hope you’re doing well!

I wanted to ask what happened to “The Fate Of Us” because I went to look for it on Wattpad and noticed it wasn’t there?!

Just wanted to know if you plan on ever picking it up again. That story was my favorite and “Intentions” followed it close by.

But anyways just wanted to ask that quick question. I genuinely hope you’re having a good day and god bless you cuz your stories are *chefs kiss* 😉

Omg thank you so much 🥰 I'm alright, just got over a nasty case of food poisoning and then my period started literally the same night 💀🥲

And Wattpad removed 'The Fate Of Us' for "too much explicit content." 🙄It's why I've moved away from Wattpad as well. Don't worry though I am planning on getting it back up and running again, I've just been recovering the last few days. ❤️ 'Break Me' is available and the Google Doc is linked a few posts down if you haven't read, or want to re-read it while I get TFOU back up and running again.

I'm so happy you enjoyed Intentions as well as TFOU. ❤️ I really needed a message like this today. 🥲🥰 Thank you so so much and I promise it's coming soon!

Xoxo,

SmutL0vers

#spn spicy fanfic #wincest #samdean #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam/dean #supernatural #spnfandom #spn #lemon #sam and dean

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madstronaut · 8 months ago

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guess wot my fellow hoes (fellhoes?) you’re getting a two-fer-one deal

obligatory alpha post link below:

because I have been deep in my werewolf/hybrid!CODmen fixation while I was drunk off reading moondrunk I decided to take a break...

....by reading johnny boy and i dont want to even look at that ao3 history stat that tells you how many times you've visited this story IT IS A LOT

my record for one of my comfort stories is 79 times and that was back in january last i looked, and it doesn't count the copypaste backup i have in my notes in case of airplane mode. don't look at me rn (cough obligatory @the-californicationist G&G reference/tag here)

ANYWAY MOVING ON 🐺🐺🐺

Reading: Moondrunk Monster by @ghostgorlsworld

so I went to watch the Love Death Robots episode referred to here and UNFFFF forgot how good that whole series was! wolflovers, go watch the Shape-Shifters episode from S1

once again i love a good fleshed-out reader backstory and this one is no exception

also as a certified graves simp the spittake I had to clean up at reading the phrase “Captain Graves”

also wolf-friendly pain medication? please i would happily read an appendix or endnotes/footnotes about the lore/worldbuilding here <3

"They weren’t used to humans being kind to them."🥺🥺🥺🥺

me to myself: tbh in many ways this is the world we are living in rn

that line about reader sleeping in the back of the med bay reminded me of this famous pic I saw way back when:

U.S. Army nurse Amy Stuart of the 5th MASH unit deployed in Saudi Arabia naps on a cot while hugging a teddy bear sent by her family during Operation Desert Storm (February 22, 1991)

getting a little too real but at my age, always hurts my heart and deeply disturbs me to see people younger than me who i consider children going off to/waging war COUGH ANYWAY SRY ESCAPING REALITY BACK TO FANFIC-

piney has such a succinct, tight way of writing to set the scene and story premise up so well - fucking salivating at ghost taking reader to their tent and him getting miffed at her sitting on soap’s bunk until she sits on his <3 LMAO I SEE YOU GHOSTY YOU LITTLE LOVESICK PUPPY YOU~

You glanced down, seeing the Scottish flag on the wall, the photos of a couple that looked exactly like Johnny. “Oh, sorry.”

ok but also johnny WOULD have selfies of himself up on his own bunk

“ahm easy on the eyes, aint i LT”

“shut it”

You were American, so you didn’t have much taste for tea unless it was iced and sweet.

me, a rabid tea swiller, raising my hand: UM NOT ALL AMERICANS HATE “TREE PISS” AS TED LASSO CALLS IT OKAY (okay but I love that show so much)

unfff wolf!ghost crowding reader into his own bed forcing her to sleep in it is just *so many chef’s kisses*

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.”

ok this was the most adorable loredrop ever also literally heartbroken at the idea they can’t enjoy chocolate!!!!

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. this reminded me of this frozen organic dog chow i kept getting insta ads for after dogsitting for a friend (if u can hear this siri/insta ad algorithms, FUCK YOU RESPECT MY PRIVACY) anyway in the ad the way the person plated it for their dog and the way their dog ate it with such gusto made me, a human, want to try the dog food lol

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

👏thank👏 you👏facts👏

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”

“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”

👏also👏 facts👏 (don’t come for me texans this new yorker will (lovingly) fuck you up; god bless amurica)

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

i fucking l o v e this entire scene

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

i am shivering at how good this sentence is

ghost: has a record for being more wolf than human and acts of aggression against humans

also ghost: makes tea for reader regularly when she can’t sleep

also reader if you’re having a eat-three-powdered-donuts-in-one-sitting kind of day, you eat that whole box girl no one will fault you for it <3

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench.

😏😏😏we love the feral ones

also unexpected gifts are some of the best ones

i felt the adrenaline of the humvee ambush like i was watching a live action movie - i could picture the entire scenes very easily in my head <3

and ghost taking off her boots >>>>>>>>

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide.

ah yes, classic submission position~

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER.

meek is one of my favorite words. i have heard an alternate definition for this as “meekness is great power under control” and it stuck in my head ever since; pls bow before medic reader my meek badass queen

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it.

ah yes imho the heart of why wolf/hybrid and enemies-to-lovers etc. etc. etc. tropes and fics are so popular~

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

hehe big ghost wolf, smol floppy ears - i will not let this image leave my head

ok and the wolflore about the recessive genes!! eating it all up <3

also i know this is a ghostfic but soap blushing and mumbling bout his coffeeshop crush is soo <333333333

"you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.”

literally me to anyone <30/even a year younger than me

"ALSO, yes i'm setting up for a future soap/cafe!reader fic"

okay the unholy screech that erupted from me at reading this author’s note i’m-

Graves sat in a simple metal chair, cool, calm and collected without a single blonde hair out of place.

me fully knowing graves isnt even doing anything here, just sitting: go off, king

“I wasn’t going to let that boy take my soul, sir,” you said calmly. “Not for something as worthless as a career.”

well said indeed <3

You wondered if he would come visit you, if you asked. If he would sit in your dusty, frilly living room and drink from your pumpkin shaped mugs.

PUMPKIN-SHAPED MUGS <3 <3 <3

Price looked up from a paperback, a twitch in his brow. He preferred to keep out of conflicts between the pack, only interfering when blood was spilled.

oh please my headcanon for price is that he inhales gossip like oxygen and keeps it filed and sorted alphabetically and chronologically in his mind palace to pull up as needed

They were on active duty, for Christ’s sake, it wasn’t like he could bend her over against one of those cots and stake his claim, COUGHOMGWHYTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKNOTCOUGH no matter how badly he wanted to.

The 141 hunted at night, so during the day Gaz and Soap would occasionally bring you a muffin for breakfast or a stray cup of coffee. Even Price, the fatherly man he was, brought you one of his extra novels to read while you were awake during the night shift, one of those cheesy detective thrillers that helped you get through the night without passing out on a patient.

who doesn’t love familial!141 🥰🥰

it’s nice to remind yourself that you’re still a simple woman that appreciates a nice mani-pedi and a good hair day.

this is so real - taking care of yourelf/reminding urself to feel human is so important <3

You had the rank and the experience, so of course, you got the lion’s share of reports. ahem this a small almost throwaway line but much appreciated - LEADERSHIP IS FOR SERVICE. TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN FOR THOSE UNDER YOU, AND LIFT THEM UP. TAKE THE HITS SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO - ONES THEY AREN’T EVEN AWARE OF IF YOU’RE GOOD AT IT. anyway stepping down once again from my soapbox-

ah reader i can think of many MANY MANY spicy ways to motivate ghosty to do his patriotic duty~

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AND ALSO Reading: Johnny Boy by @ghostgorlsworld

first off being thrown into the deep end of the incredible lorebuilding had me ready to swim and dive deep without even taking a breath of reality because the story!!!! the worldbuilding!!!! absolutely immaculate

a recurring daydream/brainrot scenario ive gone back to time and again with my blorbos through the years is getting knocked up with their spawn and having to escape and go on the run and hide the child then have an implausibly wild reunion, often with some physically impossible makeup sex and then birth my own private sports team's worth of children to build our world empire (drama, romance, intrigue, adventure - i would buy out opening night tickets to the movieplots my brain spits out, anyway ty for coming to my BedTedTalk) anyway this has such a unique niche in the CODfics ive read with the almost enemies-to-lovers-back-to-enemies flavoring with brother’s best friend trope in play

on that note, shaking tom’s hand vigorously for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life, then backhanding him with my other hand - also for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life

cute-ass mactavish sire emma needs to eat raw meat to survive? her supernatural senses make her an old soul in a child’s body? no further comments, absolute perfection. i love the explorations of “hey scenting/being a hybrid, ESPECIALLY growing up as one, ain’t all its cracked up to be and is not just all 100% sexy times and funsies” and her picking up on mom being sad all the time a certain someone is near and declaring “if mommy doesn’t like him, I don’t either” just UGGHHHH i just want to give her a hug and tell her it will all work out, shes is in good hands (including but not limited to her own!) also tear the throat out of anyone who would dare steal her childhood (fistbumping my fellow immigrant first gen firstborns&eldest daughters who had to grow up too fast/take care of adults)

also one of the reasons i love this fic is the very fierce and protective love reader has for her emma and their really beautiful bond <3 fanfic can be so healing and tender in very unexpected ways and their relationship slipped past all my walls and armor and just stuck me right in the feels <3

the conversation about grandpa jack haunting them and turning the book pages for him was so sweet i think my molars rotted away on the spot, 🥺🥺🥺 piney i will be billing you for my dental visit expenses; be prepared to pay cos ive always wanted to secretly try out grillz as a new yorker girlie

also random brainrot but 1000% positive grandpa jack was a fucking hottie in his glory days (underground fighting rings? picturing tyler durden rn)

also please give mama reader a fucking medal, cutting up raw meats and organs first thing in the morning (EVERY morning) is a feat indeed

also johnny/reader’s first meeting at the funeral home is absolutely exquisite, the perfect amount of drama and angst!!! raaaaaa biting my pillow and tearing it to pieces

- reader’s physical reaction to the “he’s behind me, isn’t he” revelation

- johnny’s physical glow-up described through reader’s eyes is just UNFFFF *chef’s kiss*

- reader going straight into panic/mama bear mode re: emma

- “it could have been longer, john” HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ICE COLD QUEEN PLEASE I CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE YOU FASTER OR I’LL BREAK MY KNEECAPS

- “your voice so cold it stung your tongue as you spoke. The ache in your chest was overtaken by rage, pure and hot. “Excuse me.” i am f e r a l for this line, this is PERFECTION i can taste the emotions here like viscerally on my tongue

- honestly kudos to reader for not punching tom’s lights out when she’s running to get emma from him

“I don’t care.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to dig your nails into his skin and hurt him like he hurt you. “We don’t need you, we never needed you. I loved you, and you left for years . Deal with the consequences.”

Johnny Mctavish, a wolf, a soldier, flinched from you.

It wasn’t the victory you thought it would be.

AAAAAAAA YES THIS IS ME AS I READ THIS REVELING IN THE ANGST

also the last line of ch1 being “Forget him. John always runs.” and summary of Ch2 being “Johnny comes home.” ????? gonna run out of my lipstick giving chef’s kisses to piney here

the way piney fleshes out reader and her story and history with johnny just makes me want to give her a ginormous hug, also like an all-expenses paid weeklong vacation to the maldives or something for the absolute bullshit she’s endured (might have to join you on this though dear reader my salary/responsibilities working in [redacted] means i also need an all-expense paid weeklong vacation to the maldives)

also I FUCKING SUSPECTED JOHNNY WAS SECRETLY TRYING TO SCENT READER WHEN HE SNUCK UP ON HER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SURPRISE HER BY PUTTING HIS MITTS ON HER SHOULDER; i love that emma picked up on this through her nose

“Because you still smell like me, kitty.” brain going brrrr being overloaded with conspiracy theories about teh many layers what this may mean

wolves were different from normal men. Territorial.

me, reading about fictional territorial wolfmen on tumblr: 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about IRL men being ‘territorial’: 🤢🤢🤢

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always.

i’ll be totally honest the character i fell head over heels with in this story was not johnny taking first place no - EMMA MACTAVISH MY HEART <3 i hope my future children will be brave, kind, wise, funny and compassionate like you <3

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

this line + the short almost throwaway line of reader “laughing wetly” just before it just ughhh my heartache! shoutout to all the hardworking parents/caregivers simply Trying Their Best And Getting No Recognition™️ (madstronaut sees you and applauds you, great is your reward in heaven and or the pits of tumblrhell, dealer’s choice)

“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. god this got too real, when i hear myself sound like my mother sometimes (esp. when im mad) i literally narrow my eyes at my own reflection and have to check myself before i wreck myself iykyk

also freaking love the lore about hybrids/wolves being discriminated against in society and johnny’s own experience and pitfalls navigating the world! lorebuilding>>>>>>>>>>>>

You were dressed more appropriately this time, a Black Sabbath tee and sweats, your work clothes of pencil skirts, trousers, and wool sweaters currently drying on the laundry lines in the backyard.

ok reader i see you my little rocker <3 you would love saint vitus bar in brooklyn; make tom or johnny watch emma so we can headbang to our heart’s content and you can enjoy a well-deserved night out <3 (on that note #REOPENVITUSYOUCOWARDS)

Emma two-handed it, just like you tell her to. It seemed she was trying to be on her best behavior, the little traitor.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EMMA YOU LITTLE DEVIOUS ADORABLE SHIT (said goodnaturedly) I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH

Something in your chest squeezed when Johnny tucked the blanket around Emma’s skinny arms, more gentle than you had ever seen him.

ok though real talk men being gentle and tender, esp. around kiddos - hi, yes please sirs you can indeed help me mop my panties off the floor

Susan didn’t know what to do with a little boy that chewed on the furniture and got sick when she didn’t let him eat raw meat.

i physically need to see fanart of young wolf!soap gnawing on an armchair leg

This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable.

hello charlie or as i like to call you “walking beige flag” the way i would roast him if i was bffs with reader..

also emma drawing that wolf catcher memory and waiting until soap was there to show it to both him and reader - AAGGGGH I freaking loved this and how clever this is i can do an entire pepe silvia conspiracy board meme breakdown of why and how much i loved this whole interaction

emma knowing it is a tough memory for her mama but choosing to draw and show it specifically to johnny - and waiting til they are all in each other’s presences (presence? idk)

i can see reader fighting (a losing battle lets be honest this is johnny fucking mactavish) tooth and nail so far to maintain the armor of assumptions and explanations she’s told herself to deal with the pain of being in love then (from her pov) rejected and how this has bled into how she paints johnny to emma despite her best efforts

and yet as they say sometimes the body says and knows what the mind/heart cannot say yet and 1000% sure that little miss wolf emma mactavish loves her mom but is also sure that momma isn’t sure on where she stands with johnny

also ALSO the fact that jack raised both johnny and emma HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT - even though they’ve just met i love the little tidbits of the special wolf-to-wolf and father/daughter connection they have

AND AND AND so my grand theory here is that i believe emma made and showed this drawing to johnny because from what she knows - she perceives mama reader to despise johnny on the surface, yet still wants him - but based on what she’s told her about johnny, thinks johnny may not want mama - and drew this to prove mama is still worthy and a great protector - “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.” - and “showing her off” to johnny COUGH ANYWAY THAT’S WHERE I’LL END MY THESIS TYVM

also i love the bits sprinkled around the fic about johnny’s eyes sparkling eerie/brighter when he gets worked up

Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

HAHAHAHA OKAY SHIT, MAMA, WHO IS THE DELULU ONE NOW????????? (tbh it’s me, hi im the probl-)

johnny trying to find excuses to spend his PMC savings & money on reader + emma - IRL me and my bills & student loans crying laughing hysterically at reader turning this down

“Shut up!” Tommy said, frowning at you from the couch. “Fuck, lovie, he’s a friend from work.”

The man in the mask raised a hand in an awkward wave.

HAHAHAHHA SIMON!!! his entrance totally threw me off but ofc tom’s SHUT UP (true sibling energy right here, no greeting, just yells) and simon’s lil wave just UGGGGGGGHHHH such a nice palate cleanser from the intense but delicious angst - also tipping my hat at the subtle way to introduce Bi!Tommy with the “he’s not company he’s a guest” line 😏

You felt Simon’s eyes on you, judging, appraising. You were sure Johnny probably didn’t have the nicest things to say about you–most likely that you were an irritating little girl that followed him around for twenty years then proceeded to get pregnant and raise the child without him knowing,

would love to know what and how TF141 thinks of mama reader from how johnny has described her…despite her own misgivings <3

Johnny was an unsuspecting kind of violent, always smiling and laughing until he wasn’t, until it was serious.

Simon was different. He felt older.

aaaaaa this is SUCH a good characterisation of them both

You had missed him like a lost limb-

ooh i absolutely love this phrase! I have one person in my life i went through a friend breakup with (iykyk - these are more painful than romantic breakups imho) and we mended things and discovered afterwards we both referred to our break in our friendship as ‘having lost a limb’ to other folks (!) sometimes birds of a feather really do flock together

“It’s just…we’re adults, and adults have tricky feelings. preach mama 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

but also pls mama i know you have a kiddo but putting on nail polish right before a date? nooooooooooooooooo though chanel polishes ARE superior cos of that fat brush so all is forgiven <3

also obligatory FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK to charlie for forgetting the date, do you EVEN KNOW THE SUFFERING WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH TO GET READY FOR A DATE? TO GET READY TO FACE THE WORLD OUTSIDE OUR DOOR, PERIODT?

IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ONE OF MY GIRLIES I WILL BE READY TO FUCKING SHOW SOMEONE’S BITCH ASS THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TEETH AND CLAWS INDEED TO GET RIGHT FUCKED UP

anyway climbing down from my soapbox on behalf of women everywhere, back to the fic

as a tiny tiny redeemable bit - charlie having weekly dinners with his gran is a huge green flag trait

He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him.

me, extremely pleased, reading this: ah yes, in vino veritas~

The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.

<3 <3 <3 this line <3 <3 <3

irl sidenote: u can also do this without alcohol my friends <3 trusted friends, therapy, long retreats into nature, safe places, safe people all very effective and cutting right to the heart in the gentlest ways possible, painful but highly recommend over the alternative (and lesser) options of keeping the poison inside <3

Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.

ahem hello this is it

this is what does it for me

kneelng for your prey <3

also i love that their first real physical intimate contact after reuniting, beyond that hug after the wolf catcher story, is johnny LICKING reader’s tears off her face

“All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” whats that phrase? marines make do? 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about lacy underwear getting shredded: mmmmf yes sexxxxxyyyy

also me: ok i just know that was expensive, cringing inside at having to replace it

also fics that have men talking to ur pussy as they take care of it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I CANNOT WAIT FOR READER TO WAKE UP AND SCREAM AT HERSELF SAW PT 7 POSTED WOKE UP SCREAMING BLACKED OUT AND CONTINUED MY FEVERISH RANTING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC IN REBLOGS BELOW

#madstrothought #FaFiCoWriMo #fanfiction #call of duty #simon ghost riley #moondrunk monster #johnny soap mactavish #johnny boy #ghostgorlsworld #BlackPinecreations #werewolf au #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny mactavish x reader

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klainelynch · 1 year ago

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hihi, i just wanted to let you know how much i enjoyed listening to the podfics you recorded for several royai fics. the intonation and pacing you read then in were just chef's kiss and i found myself just playing several of them back to back when i was meant to fall asleep yesterday night. (not that they weren't sleep inducing, i just found myself hooked to the story with the way you narrated them).

I hadn't known about podfics previously but finding out about your page was a huge blessing and i look forward to listening to more tonight!

(i apologise if this seemed sudden but i knew i had to thank you before i got cold feet and convinced myself out of it, once again thank you so much for making them! )

Anon I hope you know that this message made my entire night!!!!!!!!!

I am so glad that you enjoyed my work and that you took the time out of your day to share just how specifically you liked my podfics. I've been struggling to find my podfic spoons for the last few months, so it means a lot to hear that people still enjoy what I've put out into the world. I hope you have an absolutely amazing week 💞💞💞💞

#sunny day #tagging this with my utmost happiness tag because I know I'll need to see this again someday

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dukeoftheblackstar · 1 year ago

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my sweet darling duchii 🥹 thank you so much for your reblogs and comments on my two fics today!!!!! i woke up this morning from horrible dreams and was just a bit down and out, and your wonderful words and kindness has made me feel so much better 🩵😭 i'm so pleased you enjoyed the kit fisto one especially, i wrote that a long while ago now but it still remains one im most proud of, the comfort and heartache of it is as soothing as it is emotionally stimulating and it's so wonderful to see your response to it. i wrote it to soothe and comfort myself and im just so happy that you have found joy in it. your love means the world and im beyond inspired and so pleased 🥹 thank you so much. and thank u for reading/interacting with the oc x oc piece, it is very much appreciated because those fics never really get much love. so very blessed to know u. thank for your friendship, your efforts and your readership - you're really the best darling!!! so nice to have a friend who is as unhinged about the sexy jedi aliens as i am!!!!!!!!! 💚 i hope you are having a fabulous day, mwah

Omg Moonie ;//////////////; I love you so damn much ♥♥♥ You're so sweet and humble and kind and sweet and perfect ;///////; ♥♥

I'm sorry that you had horrible dreams and I'm very glad me going a sjdkajdlkjdlaj all over your fics helped! They're honest feedback because I really enjoyed reading them and I am officially Mimi x Indi stan? ;//////////; I must say it is very steamy and I am very much into that!

You and @pumpkinmischief's ocs are both lovely and well built! I hope you get to write more about your oc cause I know pumpkin's got her going with Cad ♥

Sexy Jedi aliens be our jam ♥♥♥ Kit is such a beautiful god that I would happily thirst-worship with you ♥ The way you described him is so poetic and perfect and I melt over it! I'm sorry it took me five times to read it because I can dish out a review because it was that good, and I genuinely mean it.

Kinda wanna be her because omg Kit, please? It's a beautiful one shot in itself because it really is just a one-time thing and it's so #corememory!!! I would cherish it so much and the ending is just.. *chef's kiss*

If you ever decide to write him again or Mimi and you decide on a taglist, I'd like to be part of it ♥ I'm crushing on Mimi because she's this pop-queen-princess in my head and she's probably just unhinged as my oc e//////////e.

I love you, Moonie ♥ Hope your everyday is every-better and you get more sweet and saucy dreams ♥ @eloquentmoon ♥

#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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l&o thursdays

your regular ramblings and thoughts.

....and now i want pizza...

Happy Thursday fuckers, here we go

SHE STAYED THE NIGHT??? FUCK THIS SHIT (and im no even a bensler shipper. And yes I realize there’s other rooms she could have stayed in but still fuck this)

(sidebar, my OWN MOTHER just goddamn texted me “ack rollins in a wedding dress” m’am…that a SPOILER)

“no reason for me to stay” good, get out of here, I never trusted you.

Ive had enough of this man child casino boy… are we done with this arc yet?

I stopped paying attention thanks to dealing with this stolen fic shit, sorry besties.

This family is more fucked up than the Wheatley’s, and at least the Wheatley’s had appeal to them, like I was constantly rooting for them, these guys are k-mart brand Wheatley’s

If they write Ayanna off the show I will LOSE MY SHIT. But then again she’s a queer, and she’s a poc, so it was only a matter of fucking time….

She IS the boss Elliot, get the stick out of your fucking ass. I swear if he ends up getting promoted and becoming the *actual* boss of OC I will hate it here….

Okay. I did not pay ANY attention to mothership, but I will say this: that blue dress Sam was in is *chefs kiss*

OKAY, time to pay attention!!

If it’s HIS birthday, why is he paying for drinks??

CONGRATS to carisi for being the ONLY person ive seen in media to pop a bottle of champagne without making it overflow. Thank fuck.

THANK YOU FOR NOT FOGETTING ABOUT ROLLINS FORENSCICS EDUCATION FOR ONCE.

Also… are we really gonna get Professor Rollins!?? Even if it *is* offscreen???

Every week I watch the opening credits and pray for the miracle of “Elizabeth Marvel” popping up on the screen and every week I am met with no luck. Maybe one day the day will come? I can only hope.

FOR ONE FUCKING SEASON COULD WE PLEASE STOP REUSING NAMES!!! ELIZABETH DONNELLY WAS A PROMINENT CHARACTER FOR 8? NINE?? SEASONS AND THEY’VE USED THE DONNELLY NAME TWICE IN THIS UNIVERSE WITH NO CONNECTION. COME ON GUYS

Where TF is Velasco….i’d get rotating the cast like this IF IT WASN’T SO FUCKING TINY

Ah, “the Donnelly family is a bunch of criminals” so this Donnelly is related to the one from OC?? Or just lazy writing??

Olivia’s Big dick energy is really showing through this season and im here for it.

You know, considering DW wanted to kill amanda in the premier, we’re BLESSED to be getting so much of her, she could be the one missing/benched/only in one scene but she’s getting a lot of screen time…

Muncy “don’t look at me I didn’t do it!” lolololololol

The dad is super fucking annoying, like obvi these guys know what theyre doing

WE GET TO GO TO COURT OMG IT’S A DREAM COME TRUE

Okay but WHY isn’t he being charged with a hate crime??

The dad’s gonna shoot the perp/someone isn’t it? Like he’s a cop, he’d be able to take his gun into the court room….

Okay maybe he’s not, maybe he’s going to end up accepting his child’s identity

Jfc the stream keeps freezing every 10 seconds this commercial break has taken three times as long as normal, pls…there’s only 8 mins of my show left…

Yessss muncy’s on team pineapple on pizza!!! Fuck YES. Also she cannot sit like a straight… its confirmed, she’s queer.

LOLOLOLOL. THE OFFENDED LOOK ON HER FACE AT THE “in harlem, we don’t put fruit on our pizza”

For the record I’m with muncy on this one.

Okay… so…no proposal tonight and thanks to the promo for next week we know the weddings a legit thing, not just a fake out that they “filmed” to not use… see y’all in two weeks!!

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order spoilers #law and order organized crime #rollisi

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sordidmusings · 3 months ago

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hey :) first id like to thank you, thats a lot of effort you have put into my request already! damn! i feel honoured <3

Honestly, all of your ideas sound great - if id have to pick one tho, id go for the first one (its cute af ahhhh). Love the songs too - your ideas with the nirvana song? chefs kiss. (the second one if you would like to add it, but im feeling like im asking for too much already)

As for formalities, Id like to request female reader, im fine with both nsfw and sfw (maybe sfw that turns into nsfw if thats not too much to ask?)

(oh and kid with canines? yes please.)

I’m glad you like my ramblings 😭🩵 sending hugs and kisses❣️

This section of the writing process is the effort that feels like zero effort to me haha I could pump out stuff like that all day it’s the getting the actual prose down that gets me in turtle mode 💀 brainstorming though?? That shits the addicting stuff and why I have no less than ten million things I wanna write at any given moment lol it’s one of the reasons why I think I wanna try posting about my AUs and stuff and more headcanons and fanon ideas so that my blog isn’t constantly a ten times reanimated zombie anymore 🤡

BUT that aside! I’m excited to work with the idea you like! Emotionally constipated alpha Kid it is 🫡 bless up because that’ll break the seal on abo for me here and truly, those fangs on him are lethal 😩

And sfw that becomes nsfw is not too much to ask don’t you worry 🤍

I’m also glad you like the Nirvana song thoughts! That song and that lyric are some favs of mine. That whole album honestly 💀 and I am Too Full of little song associations and ideas for characters and idk how to share them cuz I def can’t write all of them. Maybe I’ll do something like make posts of each chara and have the songs under with why the song makes me think of them or little drabbles or how I think a song fic for it would go? No clue yet lol

Thank you again sweet anon❣️

#anon ask #anon request #precious readers

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spxnglr · 2 years ago

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☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || happy december 25th, pops! I said it in my message the other day and I'll say it here too (and a thousand times more!), you are absolutely fantastic at what you do. I love having you on my dash and I am so damn blessed to finally be interacting with you (i know you said something similar in your reply to me, but uno reverse right back at you, mate) and the fact that its with these two (the bros i didn't know i needed until it happened) is just the icing on the cake. Your posts make me laugh, sometimes they make me cry and they always leave me with a deeper love for both egon as a character and for the depth of passion and love you have for writing him. I am so grateful to know you and to write with you and to be able to sign on and lurk and be like oh shit, that's right! i've got spxnglr on my dash! Thank you for bringing such an iconic character to life in such an iconic way, I don't think I'll ever have enough words to do you justice. || @spynorth

LUCAS WHY YOU GOTTA MAKE ME EMOTIONAL LIKE THIS

Happy Dec 25th my absolute beloved, once again I have a opportunity to tell you how much I adore you and how blessed I am to be a mutual, your presence on my dash brings me such joy and our disaster boys are just the perfect mix of chaos that I need on this mess that I just about get away with calling a blog.

Your writing is *chefs kiss* and it inspires me to better the jumble of words I manage to pull out of my brain in each reply. Thank you for being yourself bc that’s all any of us could ask for and more. <3

#𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙽 - 𝙿𝙾𝙿𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃. (OOC)#𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄. (ASK)#spynorth

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yandere--stuck · 4 years ago

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Actually Yknow what....I got some time let’s fucking play with this idea. For context, the reader is a warrior resting in Elysium, after spending their life fighting for the gods and goddesses. This might be trash but HERE YA GO (Honestly not sure how to space dialogue, so if it seems repetitive just know I didn’t wanna have 13 different dots, also slight NSFW warning.)

Life in Elysium was monotonous to say the least. After your taxing mortal years of fighting foe after foe, brutalizing the competition and proudly displaying your scars in honor of the gods, spending your time lounging around was a mental shock. Of course it was wonderful to know that you were recognized for your work, but still. You couldn’t deny it was wonderfully relaxing though. Just...a little too relaxing.

You would’ve said the same for today, had a rather well built man (you’d love to take him in a fight) not wandered up to you. “Hello there! Hate to disturb you, but I was wondering if you had seen any tall solemn looking man, grey hair and a black cloak? Rather mean looking fellow-“ The young man seemed to choke on his words as your eyes traced over his frame. His face was burning hot, mouth dry and something in his chest thrumming as your irises finally met his. Why in gods name did they hypnotize him? Were you a gorgon in your past life?

“Are you alright there? If your head got knocked in battle, I’d be happy to take a look at it. Tended to myself enough times to be considered a healer!” Chortling, you stood from the soft grass and began to gently maneuver him to the ground. “I...yes I did hit my head. I’m Zagreus, I should’ve said that sooner.” Zagreus’ voice faded towards the end of the sentence as your hands began to card softly through his hair. He’d have to get on Hypnos for making him feel drowsy in the middle of this meeting. A hum was the only response you got, and a mutter of your name as you continued to work through and apply a slab to any cuts.

The prince only awoke when he heard grunting, fearing that it was some absent minded warrior wishing to challenge him as some final show of strength or some entertainment. Well, he’ll have them know he isn’t just a one stop shop for free shows. Rushing to stand, heterochromatic eyes focusing on a bleary form. An odd form of spear, the bladed part lengthier than most, stabbed viciously into a nearby tree trunk. The multiple holes and torn bark showed how much the flora had been abused. Zag would’ve been more concerned, had your toned arms now ripped it out. Heat pooled in his stomach as he watched your muscles flex in the natural light of the gardens.

Soon enough, you started to offer sparring with him, wishing to help train him before he continued on his journey which you had heard so much about from the boy. In return, war stories and fierce battle tales were exchanged, even a presentation of the marks gained from them. And every single time the youth felt that same warmth, the way his face would flush as you complimented his form, how you fretted over his injuries and how close you got during your sessions. How your spear felt so cool against his throat as you straddled him, panting next to his ear as you attempted to regain your breath. “Wonderfully done my friend. You’re getting better ever time. Perhaps you’ll pin me one day.” “...I’m perfectly fine with you pinning me.” “Hm?” “Nothing!”

He couldn’t help but bring you up to Nyx, asking for advice on how to possibly handle it. The night seemed hesitant on responding, part of her hoping it was just a crush. She forced herself to mutter about mates, how you just knew when you had found them.

And with the might of Olympus, the boy took it and ran with it. The two of you were MADE for each other. You were his. All his, body, soul and mind all made just to work along side him. And much to his delight (and the delight of his libido if we’re being honest here), he was yours. The prince belonged to you, and you only. Carrying himself with newfound delight and purpose, Zagreus slashed and gruesomely tore his way through the underworld to you. Mates. Zag was so sure of the happiness that would wash over you, how you’d embrace him and finally, finally mean it when you pressed him against the wall. When you grinded against him as his hands clung desperately to your hips in an attempt to ground himself. Gods the boy wouldn’t even mind if he lost himself as you finally physically marked him as yours.

OH MY GODDDDDD ZAG ANON YOURE SUCH A TALENTED WRITER!!!!! I FEEL SO HONORED TO BE ABLE TO READ THIS ITS AMAZING!! IN LITERALLY LIKE 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 HHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!

Somebody get Zag some Refreshing Nectar he's way too thirsty jsjvdjvcs

#yandere zagreus x reader #yandere zagreus #yandere hades game #yandere hades #hades game x reader #zagreus x reader #zag anon #hades game #yandere #yandere x reader #suggestive #on this day i am blessed. thank you so much again this is *chef's kiss* perfection #aaaAAAA

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garfinkelstingle · 3 years ago

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social media au | sebastian stan

pairing: sebastian stan x celebrity!reader

a/n: hope you’re having a nice day xx

masterlist

yourinstagram

liked by imsebastianstan, selenagomez and others

yourinstagram the album’s out the album’s out the album’s out

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yourfan37 I CANT BELIEVE THE ALBUMS FINALLY OUT YESYESYES

yourfan04 brb gonna go stream this masterpiece and cry myself to sleep with how proud i am of yourinstagram

*liked by yourinstagram

selenagomez yes! so proud of you ❤️

yourinstagram thank you s 🥺🥺

alexademie wait what’s out?

yourinstagram THE ALBUM IS!!!!!!!!

yourfan29 aoty material i said what i said

imsebastianstan ❤️

yourinstagram my muse ❤️

yourfan73 not y/n calling sebastian her muse i’m not okay someone come give me a hug 😭😭😭

*liked by yourinstagram, imsebastianstan

rollingstone

liked by imsebastianstan, yourinstagram and 53,263 others

rollingstone important thing to note: the new yourinstagram album is really, really, really good. hit the link in bio to read our in depth review, and to hear her talk all about what inspired this dreamy and whimsical work of art.

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yourfan81 this cover shoot is a work of art in itself i mean???? LOOK AT HER

yourfan05 god really said “let’s make perfection” and then made y/n

*liked by imsebastianstan

swiftie13 taylorswift collab with y/n coming when????

yourinstagram thank you for the lovely spread and the even lovelier review!! can’t wait to hang with you guys again ❤️

*liked by rollingstone

sebastianfan73 imagine getting a whole ass album written about you??? i mean i cant but do you know who can?? SEBASTIAN FREAKING STAN!!!!!!!

yourfan85 brb gonna print all of these pictures and hang them all around my room to be blessed by y/n’s beauty 24/7 🥲🥲🥲

imsebastianstan

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imsebastianstan yourinstagram

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sebastianfan38 the cuteness someone send help

yourfan20 IM SORRY WHAT JUST HAPPENED

marvelfan95 petition for y/n to join the mcu to play bucky’s gf i dont even care WHO she’s playing as long as we get to see their chemistry on screen 🥺

yourinstagram y’all calm your horses he meant to credit my impeccable photography skills that’s all

imsebastianstan obviously. did anyone think otherwise?

*liked by yourinstagram

anthonymackie ay sebastian who gave you permission to look at the camera like this? it’s making ME feel things.

yourinstagram that’s what i said!

sebastianstan48 i just want for someone to look at me and feel about me the way imsebastianstan looks & feels about yourinstagram is that too much to ask?? 😭

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram BRITS LOVE 💙

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yourfan73 CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO PERFORM YOUR NEW SINGLE!!!!

yourinstagram neither can i <3

willowsmith gorgeous

*liked by yourinstagram

yourfan36 the album is soo good you better win a brit for it otherwise i’m throwing hands

sebastianfan95 i know right??? i’m not the biggest fan of her earlier work but this album is a true masterpiece it’s just *chef’s kiss*

imsebastianstan rude you didn’t ask me to be your date but ok

yourinstagram babe we’ve been dating for three years and you’re literally sitting in the car next to me rn… what did you expect a written invitation???

imsebastianstan as a matter of fact YES

yourfan29 not y/n and seb having the most wholesome conversation of all time in the comment section what? 😭😭😭😭

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gq avengers imsebastianstan talks about life with marvel, his hbo hit show pam & tommy and being the inspiration behind his girlfriend’s latest album for the gq april cover. hit the link in bio for the full article!

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sebastianfan28 sebastian stan is the godliest man to ever walk on earth i said what i said

sebastianfan99 no thoughts head empty just anthony mackie saying “you ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets? he's gonna get arrested because he's killing all the ladies” on a loop

yourinstagram damn sugar he’s fine

yourfan44 nothing will ever be funnier to me than y/n simping for sebastian the same exact way we do i guess celebrities really are just like us huh????

sebastianfan37 sebastian stan > every other man in this universe

sebastianfan90 periodt!!!!!!

marvelfan29 the best bucky we could’ve possible asked for ❤️

imsebastianstan

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imsebastianstan you know you made it in life when you get to wake up to pictures like this

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sebastianfan48 i’m honestly so torn between being jealous of y/n for dating seb and being jealous of seb for dating y/n…

yourfan41 mom & dad 🥺🥺🥺

yourinstagram i wanna be mad at you for choosing to post this picture out of all the ones that you have of me but honestly reading everyone’s comments all i can say is that i love you

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Just been sitting here, staring at the wall, feeling mesmerised and giddy and OH so warm and fuzzy and horny. You, my dear Cee, have blessed us all with a true Christmas miracle and it is just mwah *chefs kiss* - absolutely decadent, scrumptious, delectable and delicious - I am so well fed, so very full of cowboy festive cheer that I no longer need to celebrate on the 25th. Nothing can top this gift and if you don't mind, I shall proceed to lose my mind over it under the cut...

Dedicated to @guiltypleasure-girl who I’m so grateful to have made friends with this year and who, imho, draws the best Jack in all the lands. If you don’t already, follow her art page @guiltypleasure-art for the most gorgeous fanart.

First of all, ma'am, how dare you be so DAMN SWEET TO ME!!! A Palomino Christmas dedicated to me?? I am still in disbelief!!!! I am so happy that this story was able to bring us together and if my Jack art is the best it is only because you provide me with such inspiring and beautiful imagery as source material. I would be nothing without you and your brilliant cowboy Jack! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Cee!! Truly the best gift ever! 🥹💖

The normally put together cowboy ambles around the place like a headless chicken, leaving a trail of half-completed tasks in his wake. Tequila, in uncharacteristic discretion, follows two steps behind.

Okay, right off the bat, I AM OBSESSED! God, you know our boy is in trouble when Tequila has more sense in his brain!! As much as I love a put-together, confident Jack, I ADORE a nervous, love-sick Jack. He just wants it all to go well and that means he really does care for you (a.k.a. love you) and for that reason I am already deceased - cause of death: fatal levels of yearning.

Eggsy snickers. ‘Never thought I’d see the day. Ol’ cowboy Jack falls heads over heels for a bird -’ he screeches when the coffee-soaked rag hits him in the face, which sends Teak into hysterical laughter. ‘Oi! What the fuck, man!’

This whole section - what can I say? You've totally nailed the banter again! It was such a treat to see some interaction with the group and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the dynamic of teasing someone for being so obviously in love when it’s so out of character for them. I hereby deem you the master of banter (to be listed on your resume next to bulgetologist, of course).

‘I know. I’ve missed you being here.’ He reaches over and pulls your gloved hand towards him, presses a kiss to the back. You want to shuck off the leather and cup his whiskered jawline in your palm, push the well-worn hat off and twine your fingers into his hair -

Stop. I can't handle any more yearning. I'm already deceased and now you are attacking me with softness and sexiness in my grave.

‘Why not The Holiday? It’s literally the perfect American-British movie,’ you pitch in, which launches another furious tirade of debate at your end of the table.

How did you know I just watched this last night?? Talk about an immersive reading experience!!! And, of course, I'd sit through any sort of dinner, no matter the level of chaos, if it meant sitting cozied up to a broad, sexy cowboy and giving him smooches. *eternal sigh*

Your gaze drops downwards, the tip of your index finger testing the weight of the solid sterling pendant in the shape of a flask, Statesman emblazoned in delicate lettering -

A much smaller but exact copy of his belt buckle.

Cee!! Seriously stop!!! I can't handle the cuteness I need to punch a wall omg!!!! The hat is perfect but the necklace is PERFECT with a cherry on top! There better be a cowboy in my bed ready to clasp a matching necklace around my neck on Christmas Eve or I riot!!

for the lack of a better expression - his prominent endowment hangs heavy at the apex of his strong thighs. Not that you’re trying to look, but you can see the very heft of him through the fabric.

The absolute pièce de résistance, the timeless Cee signature, a magnificent and instant blush-inducing bulge description. Thank you, my friend, I will never get this glorious image of snowsuit Jack out of my head (and you know what that means... whips out my ipad and furiously starts sketching).

‘That’s it, you’re ridin’ me beautifully, darlin’,’ he growls into your ear, exhaling hot and heavy as he nips your collar bone. ‘Missed you so much.’

GOOD GAAAWWDDD I AM CONVULSING.

‘I won’t take it off, ever,’ you swear

No but I really wouldn't. I'm all for feminism but this man OWNS me.

‘Good,’ growls Jack, thrusting harder into you, making your breath stutter. ‘Keep me with you, darlin’ - always.’

You smile, fingers curled into his hair, stealing a tender moment as your noses bump and eyes meet with the easiest promise you will ever keep. ‘Always.’

BRILLIANT. SHOWSTOPPING. STANDING OVATION. I AM RUINED FOREVER AND I DON'T EVEN CARE.

Cee, this was truly a delight from start to finish and I can't thank you enough for bringing it into the world for all to enjoy. I never wanted it to end but at least I know there is more to come next year and I'm already giddy with excitement for what your brilliant mind will create!!!

A Palomino Christmas

Jack Daniels x f!reader

|| Palomino universe oneshot, out of chronological order as I haven't finished the series yet. Can be read as a stand-alone. ||

{ Fuck Yeah Holidays | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E

Summary: You spend Christmas at the ranch with Jack. You thought the present you got him was inspired until you see him wearing it - the cowboy way.

Inspired by snowsuit anon and this adorable post (and a super cute nickname for a pony) sent to me by @aynsleywalker.

Warnings: !Ski suit action!, drinking, mention of food, gratuitous descriptions of the male bulge body, dirty talk, safe unprotected sex, feelings so fluffy. These holiday fics are for fun, so not as *rigorously edited* as my regular stories, please forgive any mistakes or plot holes!

Word count: 4.5k

Dedicated to @guiltypleasure-girl who I'm so grateful to have made friends with this year and who, imho, draws the best Jack in all the lands. If you don't already, follow her art page @guiltypleasure-art for the most gorgeous fanart ❤️

It’s always busy in the Stateman’s main kitchen on Christmas morning. The smokey burn of firewood warms the cozy space as the radio blares holiday tunes. Poppy presides over the operations at the head of the table - everything is planned down to the T and everyone has a role.

On any other Christmas day, Jack would be her sous-chef, the one she relies on to keep everyone on schedule and in their place.

But alas, today is not any other Christmas day.

He turns off the tap that Jack’s left pouring into the already full kettle, draining the excess water and putting it on the boil.

There’s one slice of bread in the toaster, while another lies forgotten on the table, which Teak slides into the free slot and pushes down the lever.

Jack pulls a jar of pickles from the fridge unseeingly, putting it on the table and walking away in search of a mug under three sets of watching, worried eyes. Teak replaces it with his friend’s favourite strawberry jam without a word.

While the oblivious cowboy’s back is turned, Teak motions his hand and forth across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing nope emphatically at the occupants of the kitchen table.

On his cue, Poppy clears her throat and speaks up, ‘Jack, sweetie, why don’t you go check on the horses after your toast? The stable boys want to leave work early today after doing their morning rounds.’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he answers absent-mindedly, staring down into the empty mug in his grasp as if he’s lost his train of thought.

At that very moment, the toaster pops and Jack practically jumps out of his skin, stepping on Jameson’s paw where he’s lying on his rug in front of the fire, prompting an indignant yelp from the border collie and winces from around the table.

‘Sorry boy,’ he apologises and picks up his toast - burning his fingers - and stumbling over his feet to set his plate down. ‘Mornin’,’ he nods to the others without really registering who’s there.

Jack proceeds to butter his toast with such singular focus that he doesn’t notice when Tequila fills his still empty cup with coffee, only to knock it over immediately when a phone buzzes and his hand flies out to grab his. Ginger and Poppy trade concerned looks as he jumps onto his feet with another apology, snatching a tea towel to clean up the mess.

Eggsy, on potato peeling duty on the other side of the table, isn’t so diplomatic. ‘You’re jumpier than Bambi this morning, cowboy.’

Jack grunts noncommittally and chews on his toast, not rising to the bait.

‘Don’t be so nervous mate, we promise we’ll be on our best behaviour.’

Teak snorts from the kitchen counter where he’s making his PBJ. ‘I don’t know about England, but around these parts, lying on Christmas day is frowned upon.’

Eggsy replies high-handedly, ‘Can’t speak for you, Tequila, but I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

Ginger chuckles as Teak sits down at the table with his sandwich. ‘Ha! I’ll believe it when I see it.’

Jack points a forceful finger at the boys, one after the other. ‘I swear to the baby Jesus Christ, if you two don’t behave yourselves, there will be hell to pay.’

Ignoring the ruckus, Jack dusts the crumbs from his hands and shrugs on his jacket, grabbing a thermos and filling it up with fresh coffee. With a hurried later, he strides out of the warmth of the kitchen and into the frigid morning air.

Thermos tucked under his arm, Jack rubs his palms together, warming his fingertips with his breath as snow crunches beneath his well-worn boots. The ranch is blanketed in thick snow, a picture-perfect postcard landscape as it is every Christmas. The morning mist has yet to burn off, but he can tell by the peek of blue through the clouds that it will be a fine day.

If your flight is on time, you should be on your way by now. He’d wanted to pick you up from the airport, but you insisted that there’s no point in him driving all the way there when you already know the way. Depending on the conditions, it shouldn’t be long until you arrive.

His list of chores isn’t long this morning - the stable boys will be on duty until lunchtime - but still, he wants to tick all the boxes before you get here. Striding into the heated stables, he says howdy to the grooms and whistles, smiling as dozens of faces appear at the doors, ears pointed forwards in attention, snickering and whinnying at him.

This never gets old.

‘Mornin’ ladies and gentlemen,’ he calls out, wandering down the stalls, rubbing a velvety nose here and pulling on a furry ear there. ‘Who’s ready to stretch their legs this fine mornin’, huh?’

Starting at the end of the stables, he unlatches Bourbon’s door and ushers him out of the stall, then crosses the aisle to let out Tanqueray, Champ’s elderly but still supremely poised Friesian, who clops leisurely towards the exit. Zig-zagging back and forth, Jack whistles, jostles and chats to the horses, all smartly dressed in warm rugs, as they file out down the corridor and into the courtyard for a bit of morning exercise while the stable boys mucked out their stalls.

‘No loitering, ma’am,’ says Jack sternly when Poppy’s mare, Pie, idles in the middle of the building. He gives her a firm pat on the rump to get her moving and whistles at one of the cheeky Shetland ponies who’s snuck into someone else’s stall. ‘Half-Pint! What did I say about stealing your friends’ treats? Shoo, now!’

The stables empty, the echoes of hooves on the concrete ground fading, with Scotch being one of the last to exit. Looping back to make sure there are no dilly-dalliers, Jack’s surprised to find the palomino, who would normally be leading the charge towards the grazing fields, still lingering at the barn doors.

‘Whatcha doin’, boy?’ he calls out.

Scotch tosses his head and steps to the side -

And you appear.

With the biggest grin, you run towards him and fly into his arms.

Your cheeks are wet, the spray of snow powder melting when it hits your skin. It drifts all around you as Scotch eats up the white ground, the thundering hooves muted by the soft cushion of the untouched, overnight snow. The mountain air is sweet and pure and stingingly cold, you can barely feel your face anymore - but it might just be from how hard you’ve been smiling.

You feel like you’re in the middle of a Christmas movie. The lush, green landscape you remember so well from your trip months ago is now all coated in wintry glory, but you still recognise the contours of the land and the mountains. It’s your first time in the saddle since - the whistle of the winds in your ear is a song you remember all the words to, the burn in your out-of-practice muscles all over a familiar old friend.

And you’re happy.

Slowing Scotch to an easy trot as you approach the end of the trail, your breath mists in front of your face as you look down over the ranch, a scene straight out of a classic snow globe, thin wisps of smoke drifting from the chimneys of the wooden lodges dotted across the property.

Gently manoeuvring the palomino to a halt and giving him a pat on the neck, you turn to smile at Jack as he walks up beside you on Whiskey. ‘I’ve missed this so much.’

‘Me too,’ he answers, warm eyes on you.

You give him a sidelong glance. ‘You’ve been here the whole time, cowboy.’

Later. There will be time for all that later, preferably in front of a roaring fireplace.

You break the moment with an eyebrow arched in a challenge. ‘Race you to the stables?’

Jack grins. ‘You’re on, darlin’.’

Christmas dinner is in the main lodge, which you didn’t use during your trip in the summer. The intimate space is exuberantly decorated in red and gold, a huge, freshly cut pine tree stands proudly by the antique fireplace, a merry fire burning. The table is beautifully laid, silverware immaculately polished and fine china sit alongside holidays-themed napkins. A magnificent feast lines the length of the mahogany dining table comfortably seating eight.

But any kind of decorum stops there.

As the hours tick by and bottles of wine and sherry are emptied, the meal has descended into what Jack warned you in advance as ‘typical Kingsman chaos’. According to the cowboy, the whole Kingsman team comes to the ranch every summer for their annual company retreat, but only Merlin, Eggsy and Harry fly over for Christmas. And while their contingent is small, havoc is an inevitable conclusion where any number of the Kingsman are involved.

Desserts are still being passed around the table - sticky toffee pudding, pecan pie and Yule log - when Teak and Eggsy start to raise their voices and slap the table about British and American Christmas songs. They’re currently yelling - not singing - carols at each other, with Jameson barking excitedly in the background.

Tequila throws his hands up in frustration at Eggsy’s rendition of Twelve Days of Christmas. ‘Why is there a partridge in a pear tree? What the fuck is a partridge?’

Champ and Merlin are having a more civilised but no less intense debate about pies - specifically mince pies versus pumpkin pie as a holiday dessert.

‘Next year, old chap,’ declares Merlin. ‘I’ll bring mince pies with me and you’ll be eating your words, just you wait.’

Jack whispers in your ear. ‘He says that every year, but never does.’

You chuckle and turn your attention to Harry, who’s now insisting that they should put Love Actually up on the big projector screen after dinner, whereas Ginger and Poppy are lobbying for Elf.

‘Why not The Holiday? It’s literally the perfect American-British movie,' you pitch in, which launches another furious tirade of debate at your end of the table.

Jack mumbles under his breath. ‘Because they’re idiots and pointless, festive arguing is a winter sport around here.’

His arm is warm around your shoulders as you giggle into your mulled wine. ‘Is it like this every year?’

‘Yup,’ he answers, really popping the P. With a mild touch of embarrassment, he holds your amused gaze and asks, ‘Too much?’

Tipping your face upwards, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

‘Just enough,’ you assure him as the corners of his eyes crinkle in the warmest smile.

You didn’t have time to drop off your suitcase at Jack’s cottage, which is a short drive from the ranch, when you arrived in the morning. Instead, with Champ’s blessing, you commandeered one of the guest cabins, all empty in the off-season - which is just as well. By the time midnight rolls around, it’s clear that no one is in any state to make their way back to their respective off-site houses.

Harry and the ladies retired to their borrowed rooms a little while ago, leaving you and Jack to round up the stragglers. You check on Teak, lying face down on the sofa, bundled up in his winter quilts in an aborted attempt to leave. A few steps over, you drape a blanket on Champ and another one on Merlin, who are passed out on armchairs which look comfortable enough to sleep in, socked feet up on matching ottomans. Eggsy is cuddling with Jameson in front of the fire, and Jack feeds the logs to make sure it burns till morning.

It’s bleak outside. Jack shields you from the worst of the winds, tucking you into his side as you trudge across the snow, the early start you’ve had catching up on you. Thankfully, the heating is already on in the cabin when you get there, and he starts a fire as well while you get ready for bed.

When you pad into the bedroom in your pyjamas, teeth brushed and makeup washed off, Jack looks up to see you holding a neatly-wrapped present, a shy smile on your lips.

Standing up from the fireplace, he dusts his hands and reaches for you, palms settling on the small of your back, leaning down to graze his still cold nose against yours. ‘Is that for me, darlin’?’

‘Maybe,’ you reply coyly. ‘Do you want to do presents now or tomorrow morning?’

‘Let’s do it now, I have to feed the horses early tomorrow,’ answers Jack, pecking you on the cheek. ‘Give me five minutes.’

The bed is cold, and you have to steel yourself to burrow into the icy cocoon of the thick covers, missing Jack’s warmth. He doesn’t make you wait long, re-appearing in just boxers, and a big box in hand, switching off all but the bedside lights.

Sliding under the duvet, he yelps when your icy feet tangle into his longer legs, making you laugh. His bare skin heats you up instantly as he wraps one arm around you and pulls you into his broad chest. You feel him hum when he asks, ‘You want to go first, darlin’?’

Blinking up at him, you answer nervously, ‘No - you first.’

He pushes the box your way and you sit up, pretending to shake the package to gauge what’s inside. Jack chuckles, his strong forearms dark against the beige quilt wrapped around his middle. Only his fingers give away his nerves, picking at loose threads in the fabric as you carefully unravel the wrapping paper.

Lifting the lid of the box, your lips part and you stare wordlessly at what’s inside.

‘Jack,’ you breathe. ‘It’s beautiful.’

Gently, you pull out the cowboy hat in tan suede, the smell of fresh leather comforting as you turn it over in your grasp, marvelling at the craftsmanship in the dips and swells of the construction.

‘Try it on, darlin’,’ he says, his shoulders relaxing in relief at your reaction.

You do, and of course, it fits perfectly. Shuffling onto your knees, you crawl closer to kiss him fully on the lips, tilting your head to the side so that his face fits under the brim of your hat. ‘Thank you, I love it.’

Jack arches an eyebrow. ‘You might want to check the box again, darlin’.’

Sitting back on your haunches, you send him an almost accusatory look. ‘You can’t give me two presents, cowboy.’

He shrugs with an insolent grin. ‘I’m a grown man, I’ll do what I like. ‘

Your eyes alight on the black velvet case at the bottom of the box, and you draw it out with careful fingers as if it will break. With one last glance at Jack, you gingerly lift the lid, feeling the hinges creak.

Jack watches you closely, his own breathing suspended as you stare down into your hands, thoughts whirring in his head. Is it too much, too soon? Is he comin’ on too strong? Would you even like it?

After the longest ten seconds of his life, you look up at him with soft eyes and brows drawn, a crack in your voice. ‘Jack.’

He gives you a lopsided smile and reaches for the box. ‘I went back to the same silversmith who made my belt buckle and asked him to make this.’

The chain is delicate in his big, weathered hands. It takes him a couple of tries, but he eventually manages to pry open the hinge of the clasp and holds out the necklace towards you in a question. ‘May I, darlin’?’

Turning around, the bed dips behind you as Jack shifts closer, cool silver kissing your décolletage as he fastens the clasp behind your neck. Your gaze drops downwards, the tip of your index finger testing the weight of the solid sterling pendant in the shape of a flask, Statesman emblazoned in delicate lettering -

A much smaller but exact copy of his belt buckle.

His words draw you out of your thoughts. ‘You like it?’

‘I love it,’ you correct him, twisting around to tackle him into the mattress, your knees around his waist as you loom over him, knocking off your hat so you can kiss him properly. ‘It’s perfect. Thank you.’

The pendant dangles from your neck, tickling him on the chin as he winds one big hand into your hair, his eyes following as it sways. ‘It looks good on you, darlin’.’

The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest starts to recede as your eyes land on the present you got for him on the bed. The giddiness you felt when you found it is a distant dream, instead, anxiety threatens to take root deep in your head. If you got something from Amazon tonight, is there any chance that they could deliver tomorrow -

‘Darlin’. You’re thinking too loudly,’ says Jack soothingly, chucking you gently under your chin. ‘What’s wrong?’

You shake your head. ‘I got you a really stupid present. Let’s forget about it - I’ll get you something else.’

His brows draw together in concern as he grabs your wrists and pulls you flush against his chest so that there’s nowhere else to look but at him. ‘Don’t say that, there’s no such thing as a stupid present. Whatever you got me, I’m sure I’ll love it.’

You inhale deeply, chewing your bottom lip. ‘You mentioned a few weeks ago that your leather jacket and fleeces are too bulky and it’s hard to move around in all the layers when it's cold.’

He nods encouragingly. ‘That I did.’

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you reach out and drag the package towards him. ‘Well, I saw this at my local shop, and thought it might help.’

Jack gives you a reassuring smile and leans back into the pillows, grabbing the present excitedly. He pulls you against his side, as if he’s trying to squeeze all the self-doubt out of you, the gift draped across your laps as he starts to unwrap it.

You’re a bundle of jitters when he rips off the wrapping paper with impatient fingers, and the lightweight and puffy blue fabric comes into view.

Jack shakes out the neatly folded one-piece. ‘Is it - a ski suit?’

You nod and point out the black contrasting detailing on the front of the suit. ‘It's light and it's warm. Look at the western design with the single point pockets - I couldn’t not get it for you.’

Jack chuckles, the sound warming you as his arm tightens around your shoulders. ‘Well, I’ll be damned. So simple, yet so clever.’

‘You like it?’ you ask in the smallest voice.

‘I love it,’ he grins, drawing you in for another kiss. ‘Thank you, darlin’.’

Finally assuaged, you sag against him, a yawn creeping up on you as the tension in your body recedes. ‘You want to try it on now?’

Tucking you in, he says, ‘I’ll try it tomorrow, it’s been a long day for you, darlin’.

Putting your hat and his ski suit on the bedside table, Jack turns off the light, his body immediately seeking out yours under the sheets, claiming every inch of you with a leg between your thighs, front plastered to your back, palms under your ratty pyjamas top, splayed across your naked skin.

It’s been too long.

Nose tucked behind your ear, his arms full of you - finally here after months of feeling your phantom weight in his embrace - the night slips away as the snow falls outside.

It’s too warm under the covers when you wake up, even though Jack’s side of the bed is empty. You stretch lazily, the clock reads 8am but the fire is still going strong, he must have stoked it when he got up.

You decide to make some coffee and wait for him to come back before venturing to the communal kitchen for breakfast. While the water boils, you smile as you fiddle with the necklace sitting on your chest, warm and reassuring against your skin.

The smell of caffeine fills the cabin as you sip from your mug, and before long, you hear Jack stomping up the stairs, humming a country tune in his raspy baritone as he approaches the door.

Pouring him a steaming cup, you say, ‘Hey, I made you some coffee -’

You trail off when you turn around.

Your morning brain can’t quite grasp the picture in front of you. Jack’s still wearing his cowboy hat, his nose red from the cold. Vaguely, you realise he’s wearing the present you gifted him - and you congratulate yourself on the fact that it fits him like a damn glove.

The ski suit accentuates his broad shoulders and tapers in at his waist in a flattering cut, the zipper drawn all the way up to the hollow of his throat. He’s replaced the detachable belt that came with the ski suit with his own, the flask bottle buckle popping against the blue.

But the bottom half - that you have trouble comprehending. It takes you a beat longer to realise why.

He’s wearing full-length cowboy chaps over it.

Chaps are essentially leather trousers with the seat cut out, and Jack's wearing them with his belt looped through the straps. You know he only uses them when it’s muddy, to keep his jeans clean. He didn’t wear them at all on your pack trip, but you’ve seen a peek on Facetime in the rainy months in between. And now that you're seeing them in person, you decide that like them - a lot.

Your gaze, slow as molasses despite being completely unburdened by shame, slides all the way down to the triangle of blue framed by the negative space in the brown chaps where - for the lack of a better expression - his prominent endowment hangs heavy at the apex of his strong thighs. Not that you’re trying to look, but you can see the very heft of him through the fabric.

Jesus H. Christ. It’s too fucking early to be sinning.

When Jack realises that you’re staring, he says somewhat apologetically, clearly oblivious to the merry tangent your mind has gone off on. ‘Sorry, I know I’m not meant to wear it this way, but I didn’t want to get it dirty -’

You shake your head hastily. ‘No, it’s not that. It’s - perfect.’

Something breathless in your tone catches his ear, and he tilts his head to the side, one large hand coming to rest on his hip, thick fingers spread obnoxiously wide over the side of the chaps. The beginning of a cocky smile lifts the corner of his mouth. ‘Yeah, darlin’? You like it?’

Leaving your mug on the counter top, you bite your lip and give him your best teasing grin. ‘Why don’t you turn around so I can take a better look, cowboy?’

He arches an eyebrow at your boldness, but decides to indulge you. Voice dropping an octave, he rasps, ‘Better take a seat for this, darlin’.’

You grin and do as you’re told, turning the kitchen chair around so that you’re facing him, running your eyes up and down his frame as he steps into your space, narrow hips swaying to a beat you can’t hear. Hooking his thumbs into his belt, he suddenly turns with a dramatic flourish and arches his back, granting you an unrivalled view of his behind framed by the chaps cut off at the top of his thighs, the ski suit tight against his pert bottom.

‘Enjoy the view, darlin’?’ he asks, grinning over his shoulder at you.

You swat him on one cheek playfully, and when he swoops suddenly into your lap in a classic burlesque move, you squeal, ‘Jack!’

Bending his knees, he grinds into your thighs as you laugh, the ski suit soft on your skin while the leather chaps scrape against your bare shins. Turning around, he reaches up to tug the suit’s zipper downwards in a slow, deliberate course, and he purrs, ‘What say you if ol’ cowboy Jack gives you a proper show, hmm?’

You inhale sharply as the white wife beater underneath comes into view, and you reach up to help him push one side of the ski suit off his shoulder, revealing the firm line of his left arm.

‘Thought that was more of Teak’s thing,’ you quip, licking your lips as your eyes skim down his front to settle on the weighty bulge now straining against the front of the suit, your eager fingers pulling him closer by his belt buckle.

Gripping the edge of the table, he traps you into your seat, his stare dropping to the matching pendant resting on your now heaving bosom, taking in your blown pupils as he grins. ‘Anythin’ for you, darlin’.’

‘Aren’t I the luckiest girl,’ you muse, taking off his hat and flinging it onto the table, his hungry stare alone pinning you in place when you drag him down to you by his lapels.

Warm lips part yours and he delves into your mouth, kissing you deeply. The promise of more leaves you chasing him as he draws back with a drawl. ‘You’re about to get a whole lot luckier, darlin’.’

The thick material of the ski suit is almost pillowy as your fingers dig into his shoulders to steady yourself. It rubs gently on your nipples as you rock against Jack, arms wound around his neck while his desperate hands cup and knead the plump swell of your ass, dragging you up and down his hard cock.

‘That’s it, you’re ridin' me beautifully, darlin’,’ he growls into your ear, exhaling hot and heavy as he nips your collar bone. ‘Missed you so much.’

His chaps are slippery under your bare thighs from your slick, and you clench at the sensation of being completely naked on top of him when he’s still fully clothed, only his belt and zipper undone so that he can fuck up into you, the rickety kitchen chair groaning under the weight of the two of you.

‘Missed you too,’ you whisper against his lips, crying out when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you. ‘Yes, yes, harder, Jack.’

Leaning forward, he takes one breast into his hot mouth, one eye on your necklace that’s sticking to your sweaty skin before licking you between your tits and over the silver pendant, the salt sharp on his tongue. He hums, ‘You wear it so well.’

‘I won’t take it off, ever,’ you swear, throwing your head back when he scrapes his teeth against the column of your neck, so full of him that your knees quake.

‘Good,’ growls Jack, thrusting harder into you, making your breath stutter. ‘Keep me with you, darlin’ - always.’

You smile, fingers curled into his hair, stealing a tender moment as your noses bump and eyes meet with the easiest promise you will ever keep. ‘Always.’

Notes: Am I allowed to pick favourites? I'm not? I'm doing it anyway -- this is my favourite out of all the holiday fics, no question! I'm so soft for cowboy Jack and his darlin' 🥹 We've been spending time with just the two of them so far in the series, so it was really fun to explore the group situations, especially with the Kingsman involved!

I hope you enjoyed this fluffy interlude. Wishing you all a very merry Christmas and thank you so much for reading ❤️

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English Tea

Good Omens : Drabble

Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 1085

Warnings: Just that I relate to the stress WAY too much 😂 thank you thank you for requesting a Good Omens fic - I am way more attached to Aziraphale but it was good fun writing something for Crowley

Request: “I was wondering if you could write a drabble with romantic Crowley x reader (and platonic Aziraphale x reader if it's alright- like Crowley being her bf and Aziraphale her best friend) where they're very protective of her and she's like the most important thing to them. Like someone is stressing her out and she talks about it to them and they immediately want to comfort her and maybe do a miracle to help! Congratulations on your one thousand followers! Thanks!!!” Anon

A/N: The worrisome angel and demon wish to miracle away your overwhelming stress

“She sounded rather upset on the phone,” Crowley muttered with his jaw jutted to the side. He sat in one of Aziraphale’s lounge chairs, slouching and subconsciously holding the armrests more and more tightly.

The angel was busy preparing a pot of tea, concern evident in his brow, “You know she’s got a heavy workload – bless her. I wish she would let us help more often.”

“Stubborn, that one.” Crowley had minor smugness to his face as he stared off. “Thinks she has to be perfect.”

“Well that’s unreasonable,” Aziraphale said, “None of us are perfect – it’s an impossible standard.”

Crowley sighed, rolling his head back onto the chair, “She does hang around occult beings; probably where she gets her ideas from.”

“Ethereal. And just because I am an angel doesn’t mean I’m exactly like the Earth’s definition.”

“Evidently by who you keep as company,” Crowley said, waving a hand in the air. “(Y/N) should be here any second.”

Aziraphale watched his friend brood in his chair, pouring three cups of tea. He sweetly added a few drops of scotch to Crowley’s. “It might be terrible of me to say, but I rather like seeing you like this.”

“What? Unhappy?”

“No, just… concerned,” the angel said warmly, “It just proves that you really…”

“Don’t you dare say a good person.”

Aziraphale turned around with a raised brow, but a knowing smile. “No, no… just that you have a heart.”

Crowley scoffed, folding his arms tightly, “I suppose I would have with how (Y/N)’s stuck around.”

That’s when the door to the bookshop swung open, revealing (Y/N) – completely disheveled and exhausted. She dropped her bag and went straight for the cup of tea she could smell.

“Thank you,” she breathed, taking a sip and humming contentedly.

Aziraphale mumbled a, “Your welcome,” before sharing a glance with Crowley. She looked properly put out.

Crowley jumped from his chair and sauntered over, voice lighter than it usually was, “Hello, love.” He put a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her forehead gently, “Rough day?”

The angel turned around to get his own teacup, smiling to himself to hear the sweet nature from Crowley.

(Y/N) nearly drained her cup before she spoke again, “I couldn’t get the weekend off work.”

“No!” Aziraphale whined, “No one will pick up your shifts?”

Crowley led her to the armchair he was previously occupying, opting to squat beside her to take in her face. “But you were looking so forward to…”

“France!” Aziraphale continued, almost as visibly upset as (Y/N) felt. “I was going to introduce you to that pastry chef I admire so much.”

She nodded, screwing her face suddenly and showing the exact toll it was taking on her. “And you know, it doesn’t even matter. I shouldn’t take the weekend off anyway – I can barely make rent and I can’t afford to miss out on the hours.”

A hand flew to her head, adding to the disheveled look. Sitting defeated in that chair, she tried to keep the stressed filled tears at bay. Crowley was immediately squeezing himself into the armchair, wounding his arms around her protectively. She took to him at once, leaning into his jacket with a sigh of relief.

Aziraphale stood there looking incredibly worried, playing with his fingers, “My dear, you should have told us that you’d run into financial struggles.”

She took a deep breath, letting the ambiance of the shop fill her up. She closed her eyes, sinking further into Crowley’s side, “I’ll manage. I just don’t have the energy today. One of my coworkers convinced me to go to a party tomorrow night. I don’t even like big parties. I don’t even like my coworker. I just… couldn’t say no.”

Crowley squeezed her tight, looking towards Aziraphale with a tilt of his head. The angel gave a subtle nod, both agreeing in the same instant. Within the next second, Aziraphale snapped his fingers and Crowley twiddled his, kissing (Y/N)’s cheek.

She was immediately more awake. She sat up, a hand to Crowley’s chest, “I… I suddenly feel like I have more energy.”

“Nothing like a strong cup of English tea,” Aziraphale muttered, reaching for his own once more. As he sipped he eyed Crowley who was staring at (Y/N) with a silent question.

He rubbed at her shoulders, eyebrow quirked, “Are you all right?” He whispered it as if he were embarrassed to speak so gently aloud.

She blinked a few times but feigned a smile. “Better, I think.” Her phone suddenly chimed, and she had a look at it. “I don’t believe it.”

Aziraphale couldn’t hide his grin, “Oh, whatever about?”

“My coworker says the party has been cancelled. I don’t have to go anymore,” she sighed, releasing some tension, “I really was dreading that – what a relief.”

Crowley smirked, holding her close as she perked up more. “That’s one thing off the list.”

Her phone chimed again, “Impossible.” She sat straighter, pushing against Crowley, “My boss said that my time off has been approved. I have the weekend free!”

“Marvelous,” Aziraphale said, “And I’m sure you need not fear for your rent, my dear. Everything should be covered, and we can enjoy all the pastry shops we want in France!”

Crowley gave a quick glare, feeling (Y/N) squirm into a standing position.

“What do you mean?” She scrolled through her phone until she found her bank account. Her eyes became wide as she clicked on the freshly made deposit of money. “This – this is outrageous.”

Aziraphale seemed scared as Crowley stood to peer over (Y/N)’s shoulder, “Ten thousand.” He looked pointedly at his friend, “Ten thousand?”

The angel shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, “What’s wrong with that?”

“Did you make that deposit?” (Y/N) accused, “And the time off and the cancelled plans?”

She was looking a Crowley now who was scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“We know you’re not fond of accepting help,” Aziraphale said quickly, “But… but we couldn’t stand by and have you suffer the weekend doing the exact opposite of what you really want to do.”

She gapped her mouth, turning to her demon with raised eyebrows. It took her a moment, but her shoulders relaxed, and she sighed heavy.

Crowley still seemed slightly ashamed, but his smile was soft and genuine, “You deserve it, love. I hate to see you be so hard on yourself.”

She had to keep her tears at bay once more, but no longer from stress, but from gratitude.

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