#there are now four fan fictions under their tag

[fukoronoko]

THEY MAKE ME ILLLLLLLLL

[minkdelovely]

love and power

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prelude

“ask for forgiveness,

never permission.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags: acid rain wound, cannibals living their best lives in cannibal town, slow burn eventual: smut, violence, toxic themes

word count: 1.7k

hello world! i currently have alastor brain rot and felt compelled to jump back into writing fan fiction. i’m a little rusty and i’m not sure how many parts there will be; i won’t deny that this is purely self-indulgent but i hope you enjoy all the same :)

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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Hell wasn’t what you had expected it to be. It was worse.

Thoughts of your grandmother rose to your mind, despite how desperately you tried to push them down. “Hell is the absence of God,” she would always say after one of her famous rants. A warning you perhaps would have heeded, had it been coming from a place of love instead of moral superiority. 

You had seen her on the streets of Hell a few times now, always sure to avoid catching her attention. The warm pleasure that bloomed in your chest was too precious to give up, despite knowing how good it would feel to rub her fate in her face. A lot of good all those Sunday mornings had done her, haughty bitch! You wondered how often your grandmother laid awake at night, desperate to know how she had ended up here. A wicked grin spread across your lips, revealing milky-pink fangs.

It was hard not to imagine the look your father would have given you if you could tell him she was here. He would definitely have scolded you, but you knew a small part of him would be amused. If calling her a bad grandmother was putting it lightly, she was an even worse mother-in-law. Hopefully you would never get the chance to tell him; Mother was waiting for him in Heaven, after all. And things should be much easier for him now, all things considered. Leaving him alone hadn’t been part of the plan, so all you could do was tell yourself that it had been worth it. Someday you would believe it.

Grandmother was right though, loathe as you were to admit it, and the feeling of loss burned through you every morning when you awoke. Every night, you dreamed of rain; the sound of it, the smell of it, the feeling of it coming down on you in the middle of the family garden. Oh, how you missed the garden. The dark, wet dirt. Blue puffs of hydrangea against stark-white azaleas, your mother’s coveted yellow roses. The Spanish Moss hanging like phantom sails off the branches of the huge oak tree in the corner, where your father had placed a bench and made a small pond. You would sit under that tree for hours lost in a book, listening to the sounds of the garden.

The fire and brimstone you could endure. It was the way everything else was twisted here that was grueling. As if feeling your lament, a drop of acid rain hit your window, quickly morphing into a full-blown storm. A frustrated growl erupted from you and you rolled onto your stomach, burying your head under your pillow and said a silent prayer to whatever force would grant mercy on your roof. You couldn’t afford to get it fixed again. The prayer had been answered just a moment after the rain stopped, when a drop of it fell from the ceiling and onto your pale, unsuspecting calf, your mattress absorbing the scream of pain that tore through your chest.

As the acid made its way through your leg, and eventually your mattress, all you could do was sob. Eternity… This was eternity. 

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If this morning had been good, the day could only now be considered grand.

There was really nothing quite like a post-rain stroll through Cannibal Town, witnessing the misfortune of partially-dissolved sinners who had been caught in the deluge being consumed on the streets by the lively, ever-hungry inhabitants. Alastor would never tire of this jovial bunch that called this part of the Pentagram home, reveling in the sound of screams, the crunching of bone, the almost-lewd and animalistic grunts of feasting.

Were Rosie not expecting him for tea, he might have allowed himself to join in on the fun. Alas, his only solace was that Rosie never served anything less than superb, being the excellent hostess that she is.

He was quite intrigued by her invitation to join her alone, which meant that this likely wasn’t anything to do with donating a small army of cannibals to aid in the fight against the Angels. Indeed, Charlie’s presence would be required once it was time to cash that favor in.

Not that he didn’t enjoy a casual visit (as casual a visit between Overlords could be), he couldn’t help but wonder. Thinking a few steps ahead was a must if one was going to thrive in Hell, and well, it was no secret that Alastor was doing a pretty fine job at that, all things considered. He began to whistle, earning a few gory smiles from cannibals who stopped mid-meal to enjoy the tune. A true honor.

Rosie opened the door for him before he even had the chance to knock, the “Closed for Rain” sign clattering against the glass as she cooed. “Alastorrr! Come in, come in, before it starts raining again.”

As if on queue, a roll of thunder tore through the clouds, drawing a cheer from the denizens of Cannibal Town in anticipation for round two. 

“Rosie, my dear, always an honor and a privilege to be deemed worthy of your company,” Alastor said, bowing his head as Rosie feigned a blush, leading him to the parlor where they would be taking their tea.

The usual pleasantries were exchanged between sips of tea, coffee, and candied organs, which Alastor forced himself to consume through sheer courtesy. It was all part of the art of visiting, one he quite enjoyed, and he would never shame his mother’s memory with bad manners. They had just finished a plate of finger sandwiches when Rosie leaned in slightly, the conspiring grin on her face letting him know that it was, at last, time for business.

“You’re always so good to indulge me, Alastor. It doesn’t go unnoticed,” she said, grinning as she motioned to a maid to come grab their empty plates. “I’m sure you’ve been dying to know why I asked you over here this afternoon.”

“Oh, Rosie, it’s purely selfish! You know how hard it is to find good company in this godforsaken place. I’m more than grateful to receive your hospitality,” he said with a trademark smile and flick of the wrist, leaning back in his chair as the maid cleared the table.

She had just turned to leave with their plates when the smile on his face nearly faltered. Was that… almond he smelled? It had been so long, but he was fairly certain it was. There was an underlying trace of blood, though that was common enough around here. But almond? It was too pleasant for Hell.

Rosie’s eyes darkened to match her grin, not missing the twitch of Alastor’s mouth. She knew he’d have been able to smell it. It seemed that so far only Hellborn could pick it up, but what would be the fun in letting him know that? 

“Divine, isn’t she? A walking pastry, but not much of a talker. I like to bring her around whenever a room needs some pizzazz! She would’ve been eaten alive had I not taken her in,” Rosie whispered cheekily, as the maid returned with a fresh kettle and a gelatin mold for dessert. Rosie, not missing a beat once the tray had been set down, turned to her with a smile. “Thank you dear, you can leave now. I’ll ring the bell if we need anything else.”

The maid gave a silent curtsy and left the room as instructed, her sweet scent clinging to the air. Since coming to Hell, he took pleasure in the taste of bloody iron, the bite of black coffee. But in life… Memories of marzipan and frangipane tarts swam in his mind. And hadn’t Mother used almonds in her cherry pie crust? It took Alastor all he had not to drool, unsettled by the sudden rush of saliva in his mouth. Ages had passed since he last thought of such sweet things. He cleared his throat with as much grace as he could muster. Rosie only grinned.

“Well, she’s certainly new, so I suppose it’s not surprising she doesn’t talk much. It’s quite easy to tell when a sinner is… adjusting. So morose! You’re very gracious to have taken her on.” Alastor took a sip of coffee, desperate to get that almond smell out of his nostrils. 

“We both seem to be rather gracious these days, don’t you think?”

And there it was.

Rosie sat back in her chair and crossed her legs as she continued. “I was actually wondering if perhaps she might fare better in that hotel you’re running. Don’t get me wrong, she smells incredible, but fuck does she suck the air out of a room once the novelty wears off. She was scaring away clients, and you know it’s pretty bad if cannibals are uneasy around you for Christ’s sake, which is why I had her start working back here, but…”

Alastor had to resist gripping his knee, putting all his effort into maintaining a pleasant face. He had expected to be asked for a favor of sorts, but never did he imagine that Rosie wanted him to take on an employee. She’s had sinners sign contracts for little less than a new parasol, let alone a job. There was something more to this.

And beyond being an air freshener, what good was she for, really? He could deal with quiet, but to have to put up with yet another sulky face! What he had done to deserve it, he didn’t know.

But he knew there wasn’t really a choice other than to take the poor creature into his charge. Rosie was an alley he deeply cherished, and he was already in her debt for the help she had provided just weeks ago. This was no doubt the first part of paying that debt back, a sign of goodwill. Not every deal was beneficial from the start; still, Alastor wouldn’t outright accept the offer. That was part of the fun.

“Well we already have a maid,” Alastor said gently, “but after the recent renovation, we are anticipating more sinners to check in. Not that I doubt Niffty’s abilities, but I suppose she could do with some help when business picks up. How long were you thinking of lending her to our cause?”

Rosie waved her hand. “Lend? Oh, honey, if you’re willing to take her, she’s yours. I’ve got plenty of helping hands, but it does me no good to have such a wet blanket hanging around. There’s just the matter of…,” Rosie trailed off as she reached into her purse, retrieving what Alastor already knew she had been grabbing for, “…her contract.”

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[fizzyxcustard]

Under Your Spell

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, insecurity, a little angst (with a happy ending)

Word count: 1571

Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "You put a spell on Thorin to make him fall in love with you, but as the spell wears off, you find out that he has always loved you." Requested by @asgardianhobbit98

Written while listening to Journey's Greatest Hits.

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Thank you to everyone who supported me during my posting hiatus. I felt like it was needed to get back into a better mindset after I become incredibly overwhelmed by another one of my fics' reception.

The last twenty four hours had been beyond perfect. The spell which you had been keeping for the last few months, ready for the chance to use, had worked better than you could have imagined. Thorin had declared undying love to you as the sun set; the two of you having just shared dinner together with a large group. Then once on your own together, he had been so open in his affection toward you, blushing and smiling as the words tumbled out of his mouth. 

“I love you more than anything,” he had told you, confident and bold. He had taken your hand, kissed it, then asked for you to join him on the royal balcony. 

The two of you had sipped wine, while Thorin gazed at you over the top of the glass, unable to tear his gaze from you. 

You shared tender kisses, hand holding, and Thorin had held you as you fell asleep. Then you woke in his arms, warm and content. He had been watching you, and as you woke from your slumber, he smiled at you and kissed your head. 

All of that day and you had remained in Thorin’s presence, sharing meals, conversations, kisses. 

“Would you join me again tonight on the balcony? It is forecast that we should have a clear night sky.”

“Of course,” you had replied. Only now, sadness began to seep from your words, unable to hide any further. The realisation that all of this would be over at sundown was growing heavy in your heart and gut. The spell would only last for one twenty four hour period, and could only ever be used on one person once in their life. After sundown, and Thorin would return to his former self, purely a friend to you and your King, nothing more than that. 

It was almost sundown, and you excused yourself from Thorin’s chambers, telling him that you wished to quickly write a letter to a friend. He just smiled at you, his eyes so full of adoration, as you disappeared out of the door. 

As you walked the corridors back to your bed chamber, you felt tears fall down your cheeks. The pain was so heavy and hot in your chest. Just to have Thorin adore you for twenty four hours had been perfect beyond any kind of comprehension. However, the fall back to reality was going to be excruciating. In time, another woman would have Thorin fall for them, and this time it would be of his own choice.  

You lit your candles and sat down on the edge of your bed, staring at the vase of roses that Thorin had had brought to your chamber. They could now be disposed of as they would just serve as a reminder of your pathetic need to have Thorin love you. 

All sense of time slipped away from you as you fell asleep on your bed, still fully dressed. Once you had lay out on your bed, you had not moved. Tears had flowed, pulling you into your subconscious world where you could be happy temporarily. 

Dreams came and went, flickering pictures of far off lands that you had explored with the Company, months earlier, where you had fallen for their leader. Flashes of sunlight bouncing off swords and the calls of armies became a jumble in your mind. 

Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting. The candles had gone out hours ago. There was a dull thump behind your eyes and you winced, blinking hard. 

For a second, you felt as if you were still in a dream somewhere. You could feel something resting on your waist, curled around. Blinking again, you looked down and could make out a hand. On the middle finger was a ring. 

You gasped and shifted away suddenly, almost dropping out of bed. “What?” you choked. 

Thorin was lying on your bed, and was now rousing. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at the sight of you. “Come back to bed, my love,” he said sleepily. “It’s still early.” 

“But…how?”

He just smiled again and sat up. “You think a spell could make me love you?” 

“How did you know about it?” 

“I’ve known about it quite some time now,” he replied. “I will not name any names, but I was made aware that you acquired the spell from someone in Lake-town, did you not?”

Shame hit you hard and you lowered your head, feeling the tears fall once again. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “And now you are playing along to mock me; the spell wore off at night fall yesterday.” 

Thorin got up from the bed and followed the edge of it towards you. “Why would you think I’d ever mock you?” He stood before you, his head to once side in question and disbelief that you could ever think such a thing. 

“I was stupid to ever think you could love me,” you hissed. 

Anger flared in Thorin’s eyes and on impulse he grabbed your hip and threw you both into a kiss. It was hot, demanding, needing. So much unlike the day earlier. All you could do in your weakness was cling to him, your backside resting against your dresser. He was pressing into you harder now, his tongue desperate in your mouth. 

Thorin drew back from you, his blue eyes ablaze. They were no longer soft like the day before, but they were on fire. That had always been the true Thorin, and as you had known him for the last six months: passionate, on fire. He pressed his forehead to you and then kissed it. 

You closed your eyes as you felt his hand become buried in your hair. His other hand was still on your hip. There was a desperation in his actions. The day earlier and he had wanted to be in your company, to look upon you. Now, he needed to touch you. 

The two of you kissed again, hard and needing. You could feel your inhibitions let go, and your hands became tangled up in his hair, your breath lost, your heart pounding. 

He whispered your name, needing you. 

Within minutes and the two of you were back on your bed, disrobed and exploring each other. Thorin’s lips caressed every inch of you, and when he was kissing down the inside of your thigh, he looked up at you. “Why did you ever think you needed a spell to capture my heart? It was always yours.” 

The two of you joined, exhaling in relief at the pent up frustration. Thorin was over you, his one hand gripping yours. To feel him connected with you, feel him inside you, giving himself over to you by choice, that was the true magic. 

Your bodies were synchronised, moving together in rhythm so well. 

Each and every time Thorin’s gaze connected with yours, and you could see the love for you there. It burned. The spell you had cast had diluted his true love, and his gaze the day earlier had been as if he weren’t quite in the room with you. Now he was present for every second. 

Every thrust was now making you build upward towards climax. The sensations feeling as if waves were cascading down your body, until the last one took hold. It came from the base of your stomach, and shattered outward. You shook, and as you rode out that one spectacular wave, Thorin kept his gaze locked on you. 

The sensation of you gripping Thorin’s girth in your plateau pushed him over the edge, and he spilled. He dug his head against your neck, groaning at the wondrous pleasure that washed over him. 

Both of you fell down beside each other, panting and sweating. Thorin reached for you, and you rolled over to him, and put your head on his chest. “Is that what true love feels like?” you gasped. 

“No spell could ever replicate that,” Thorin said softly. “When you first placed the spell on me, it was as if I couldn’t control my words, and no longer could I keep my feelings for you secret. But the expression of my love for you, it…I cannot describe it. It was as if it was dulled, and when dusk came, the spell having ended, my heart and my body burned for you again, like it always had. The spell stopped me feeling that love in a true sense.” 

“Why did you never tell me how you felt?” you asked, propping yourself up on your arm. 

“I was terrified of rejection. The spell at least took away my cowardice.” 

“You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known, and yet you couldn’t tell me you loved me?” you asked, not quite able to believe such a revelation. “You lead a kingdom, and armies, yet you couldn’t tell me three simple words.” 

Thorin sighed. “You did not tell me either.” 

“I had reason not to,” you scoffed. “You’re a king. Declaring your love to a king and expecting them to love you in return is just ridiculous.” 

You saw that anger flare in Thorin’s eyes again, and his jaw clenched. “I am a king in name and by my birth right. But I am no different to you in heart. There is only one that I bow to, and that is my wife and Queen. And those positions will only ever be filled by one person…you.” 

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Deal Breaker

Trans!Santiago Garcia X GN!Reader • Rating: PG  Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

A/N: Written for @romanarose's Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024! (Super late, but this is for the 'coming out' theme, thank you for letting me post it so late💚) This is super self-indulgent and just like *dreamy sigh* what would be the nicest reaction someone would have to someone else telling them they're trans.

Summary: Santi has something to tell you.

Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, Santi being anxious, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1014

Santi paced back and forth outside of your house, practically wearing a groove into the pavement. (And trying not to walk into the lamp post again.) 

He’d been there for over ten minutes, trying his best to work up enough nerve to knock on your door. 

You’d been on one date, a chill one. Just a drink and cake at a little coffee shop he’d recommended. (Or, more correctly, Will had recommended and Santi had taken credit for.) You’d both ended up staying there talking for almost four hours. 

You've been messaging everyday, joking, sending voice notes, videos and pictures. Everything was going great. He liked you. A lot. 

And now he was going to fuck it all up. 

“Hi, just wanted to let you know…” He muttered under his breath, repeating what he was going to say, what he needed to say. “I just thought you should know… you know… before this gets any further, not that things have to get further, I mean… I want to say I like you and I’m… I’m…” 

“Santi?” 

He jumps, visibly jumps, his eyes wide like a rabbit startled by headlights. 

You find it quite endearing the way he looks at you, a bright panic. You’d just been grabbing some last minute bits and pieces and your local corner shop for the meal you were making together tonight. 

“Trans!” Santi says a little too loud. 

“What?” 

“Erm…”

“Trains?” 

“No.” 

“What did you say?”

He pauses, biting his bottom lip. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck. “Trans.” He says very softly, closing his eyes for a second. This was not how it was meant to go. “I’m… I wanted to tell you before… I really like you and… you should know… I’m, I’m trans. I’m a trans man.” 

He looks up at you, ready to see disgust. Rejection. 

Instead you smile warmly and nod. “Okay, thank you for telling me.” You point to your front door, “you wanna go inside?” 

He pauses, staring at you for a long moment as his brain tries to and two and two together but keeps getting minus seven. “I… erm… inside?” 

“For the food, the meal date? We were gonna cook together?” You say politely, mistaking his confusion.

“You, you still want to… go out with me?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out so softly, so small. 

It’s your turn to pause and truly absorb what he said. Your eyes widening as realisation dawns. “Oh, of course! Santi, fuck, sorry,” you put you hand on his arm and squeeze reassuringly. “It’s not a problem for me that you're trans, no problem at all. Doesn’t affect anything. I really like you too.” 

He gives you a brilliant smile, all of his nervous energy outpouring as relief washes over. 

He nods and walks with you as you both move towards the door, taking your shopping bag for you as you fish out your keys. 

“Do you, erm,” he pauses for a second to take off his shoes as you do the same, “do you have any… questions?” 

You turn away just to shut the door before you look back at him. “Questions?” 

“Yeah… about the trans stuff.” He shakes his head, trying to sound more assertive. Fuck, being shot at was always easier than this. “I mean, me being trans.” 

“Do you usually get questions?” 

He nods. 

You pause, thinking it over for a second. “Do you want me to ask questions?” You say sincerely. 

He smiles and rubs the back of his head. “You know, no one's ever asked that before.” 

You smile back.

“Erm, yeah, yeah,” he nods, “questions would be good actually. Normal.” 

You laugh good naturedly, “kay,” you make your way to the kitchen, pointing out the different rooms as you go. 

“Your house is really nice.” 

“Thank you.” 

“And thank you for, well, being so… for being normal about how I blurted it out outside, usually I’m a bit more together.” He says, a touch of bashfulness in his tone. 

“Are people usually not normal? Wait, that’s a numb as fuck question.”

Santi laughs as you pull a face. “A lot of people are very normal about it,” he smiles, “but I don’t tell a lot of people.” 

You nod as you start to unpack your bag, Santi jumps in to help. “So, when did you transition?” 

“Well,” he takes a deep breath. “I know it’s a cliche but I kind of always knew, you know?” 

“Not cliche, just a common experience.” You smile and nudge your shoulder into his. 

He grins. “Started ‘dressing like a boy’ when I was 15, but it wasn’t until I was 18 and out of the house that I changed my name and stuff.” 

You nod. 

“Been on T for a long time now. Managed to get top surgery when I was 24.” He pauses, “sorry, I’m word vomiting all over the place here and-”

“Hey,” you smile warmly, taking his hands, there’s a slight tremor to them. You rub your fingers over his skin reassuringly. “It’s good, great. Not oversharing, thank you for wanting to share with me.” 

He returned the expression a little shyly, “thanks, I just…” He screws up his eyes and sighs, “need to overshare one more thing.” 

“Go ahead.” You give his hands a soft squeeze.

“I’m, I haven’t had bottom surgery.” He swallows, keeping his eyes closed, “I don’t know if that’s a deal breaker for you, I understand if it is.” 

You lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Not a problem.” 

He opens his eyes quickly, looking at you like you painted every pink sunset cloud in the sky, before he presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. “Thank you.” He mutters, stroking your cheek and kissing you again. 

He slowly steps closer, pressing flush against you and snaking his right hand to rest on your hip, giving him all the leverage he needs to gently press you back against the counter top and slip his tongue into your mouth. 

It is a long time before the half unpacked groceries are remembered. 

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proof, they say | ksj

plot | Every proof that random people took just to prove your relationship.

words | 2.2k+

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. this "thread" is briefly mentioned in lie detector test. I was second-guessing if I should post this for a while. now, I am posting it before the finale! I have more proofs but I chose not to put it here anymore! if you want to read more proofs, send me an ask and I'll gladly reply with it. enjoy reading!

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Sometime in 2021, Twitter user @/bluemoon04 posted a thread of tweets, which later became one of the most essential posts in the YN-JIN fandom. It was published just weeks later after Jin’s Lie Detector Test video from Vanity Fair and it gets an update every time someone gets more proof of The A-Listers’ real relationship.

As of December 2022, the thread has almost eighty-nine thousand likes and thirty thousand and four hundred plus retweets and requotes. The proofs posted can be hit or miss. But user bluemoon04 shares it anyway and lets the others share their thoughts about it. Others can also submit their own proofs to the account through direct message.

Proof no. 1: [THAT TUMBLR POST IN JANUARY 2019]

behind the scenes...

A twenty-second video was posted on Tumblr sometime in the last quarter of 2019 by a newly-made account. The post only had three tags: #YN, #JIN, and #YNJIN. The algorithm worked and published the video in everyone’s feed. It received a thousand notes by the twenty-four-hour mark. It also reached other social media sites. Mostly, Twitter.

Fans— even the local audience is in awe after watching the video. What’s in it? You might wonder.

It’s just you and Jin sitting on a bench under a light post on a dark night in a lakeside park. It was seemingly taken during the production of Maybe Yes, Maybe No. It was a crowded place with the crew and staff members walking around to do their job while the actors wait on the side.  Amidst the busy background, you and Jin can be seen enjoying ice cream on cones as you chat, inaudibly.

It looked like you two were busy in your own world while the crew members carry stuff around the set. Jin said something that made you laugh hard.

“God! That was terrible!” you told him before laughing at whatever Jin said.

“You loved it!” he replied.

Those were the only audible dialogue from the clip. You two continued talking as you eat the cold treat. And based on everyone who saw the video, Jin can melt– not just the ice cream– but also you with how he stared at you intently while you tell your story. You then paused when you felt the weight of his stare, your eyebrows raised. He chuckled, shaking his head, before wiping the ice cream on the corner of your lips with his thumb. The video ended when a crew member walked up to you two.

Proof no. 2: [JIN SIGHTINGS IN LESS LIKELY PLACES pt. 1]

@/multifan0303: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD MY MOM JUST SENT ME THIS 

The tweet was originally posted in January 2020. The first picture was Jin’s signature on a piece of paper. For the second and last one, there’s a picture of the original poster’s mom with the actor. It’s not new for Jin to take pictures with fans he is out in public. But what made the whole fandom crazy about it is it was taken in a pet store and he was holding a basket full of cat food and supplies.

replying to @/multifan0303

- @/multifan0303: my mom doesn’t know who he is. but she saw her other customer that time asking for a picture with him so she asked for a picture and autograph too HDJSKLJFKDSLGKLJFDS

– @/greenpr4da: look at that basket

— @/v3rsaceyn: and you’re telling me jin hates cats????

—- @/franchiecat: he doesn’t even have a cat 😭

Proof no. 3 [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 1]

During the first lockdown during the pandemic in 2020, everyone began suspecting about you and Jin living together in a house in Connecticut. With a lot of free time, the media managed to find a real estate posted online located in the said state that apparently looked like the house you were rumored to be living together in.

con mi hija 🌸

You captioned it in one of your Instagram posts in 2020. It was a selfie of you with Francheskat in your backyard. The picture was focused on your pet and only half of your face can be seen. A wall from your house can also be seen, showing that your home does have a stone exterior. Since you are more active on social media than Jin, your eagle-eyed fans also spotted in a different picture that you also have the identical Victorian lamp that the actor had behind him during a virtual interview.

“Just tell us are you and Y/N living together?!” Donny asked jokingly during an online fundraiser event with you, Jin, and other friends.

Jin shakes his head, laughing, “We’re not.”

“We do!” you huffed dramatically. “No one told me this man doesn’t know how to wash his laundry!”

Other participants laughed at your exaggerated and sarcastic tone. That was the first time you two acknowledged the gossip publicly and it was definitely not the last. You acknowledged it again when you greeted him on his birthday.

Proof no. 4: [BUB]

Both supporters and the press caught on Jin slipping his endearment for you during events with you back in 2021. Fans made video compilations and listed down the times your co-actor called you ‘bub’ on numerous occasions. Sometimes it was hushed, sometimes it felt like it just slipped from his lips. Jin finally addressed it when W Magazine brought up the topic during a magazine cover with you.

“Yeah, why do you call me that?” you turned your head to him, still in your look for the editorial shoot you two did.

Jin’s lips broke into a smile as he looked at you. He rested his chin on his palm when he answered, “It’s nothing really… It just slips out, bub”

As far as everyone witnessed from his whole career in Hollywood, you were the only co-worker Jin sometimes calls by a nickname. He never explained where it came from and was only questioned about it once.

Proof no.5: [THE TALE OF FRANCHESKAT]

“Yeah, that’s my lovely daughter, Francheskat.” you shared when Stephen Colbert brought up the picture of your pet.

“I heard she’s from an animal shelter in London. Is that right?” the host asked and you nodded from your seat.

“Yes! I visited a few shelters there during the production of my new film there and I was in awe when I first met her!”

“Oh, so you adopted her right away from that moment?”

“I didn’t…” you shook your head. “I was too busy and I was only in London for less than two weeks. My schedule was jampacked, and I never got to drop by the shelter again.”

“But I have a friend who saw how much I want to have this beautiful cat and surprised me like a month later after I got back in LA. It was so unexpected, I cried.” you laughed.

That interview was in 2017, months before the release of your first movie with Jin. Francheskat was the main reason why you made an Instagram account again after deactivating your old account back in 2016. Based on your fans’ calculations, you recently just finished filming Cornelia Street when you began posting about your cat. And Jin was seen in London around the same time you shot your own scenes there.

These facts strengthen your fans’ belief that Jin was the friend you were talking about. Especially with how close your co-star is to your cat, even though he claims he isn’t a big fan of felines.

Proof no. 6 [Y/N SPOTTED IN LESS LIKELY EVENTS  PT.1]

“I don’t really celebrate any holidays.” you shared during an interview back in 2014. “I just spend those days like my other rest days except I send gifts to my friends.”

You have been living alone ever since you were emancipated from your father’s control. You usually sleep or work through Christmas and New Year’s eve or any other commonly big holiday, treating it as a normal day. You always find it exhausting to prepare for such events when you live alone. The only special event you celebrate is your mom’s or close friends’ birthdays. Your fans are aware of this fact and made sure to send you sweet greetings during holidays as you post pictures from your home. You were never spotted outside either by the press during these events.

@/DonnyNextDoor: happy thanksgiving from us!!

In the celebration of Thanksgiving Day back in 2021, Donny posted a photo of your circle of friends. You stood next to Bella Hadid, who was Donny’s girlfriend at the time. Next to you were Jin and your three other mutual friends.

@/daisiesandroses: omg yn holiday contents

Fans were happy to see you with friends during that time. They expected that you will post something for Christmas and New Year’s too. However, you only posted an Instagram story each, greeting everyone. Someone claimed they spotted you in New York for Times Square Ball but no pictures floated online.

Proof no. 7: [VERSACE ON THE FLOOR]

It has been known to everyone that you have always been a massive admirer of the luxury fashion brand, Versace. Donatella has been a great friend of yours ever since you became a brand ambassador for the said brand when you were 22. And even though you had contracts with other brands in the following years, you maintained a good relationship with her. You’ve also been invited to fashion week events and you always try to go if your tight schedule can accommodate it. You were even featured in Bruno Mars’ music video for his hit song, Versace On The Floor.

@/SE0KJINM00N: SOMEONE SEND ME THAT PHOTO HE DELETED IT!!

@/hellobubba: was that versace on that fucking floor or am i seeing things

@/peopleoncrnlstrt: LMAO he deleted the ig story

But sometime in 2019, Jin posted a picture in his Instagram Stories which he deleted less than two minutes later. The photo is simple. It was a picture of the latest book he read. He was holding it down, seemingly an innocent one. But if you travel your eyes to the upper corner of the image, even though the background’s a little blurry, a black piece of clothing can be seen. It was immediately recognizable due to the fact that it has the word Versace printed all over it. 

And since you were the closest person to him that everyone knows, the fans assumed it was yours. You were once seen a couple of years ago sporting a bikini top with the same design, just different colors. People searched online and found that there is, indeed, a Versace one-piece swimsuit with the exact design.

Although the photo was never talked about in public, that Versace mystery became an inside joke in the fandom.

Proof no. 8: [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 2]

urfavecatlady started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

August 2020. You had a five-minute live on your Instagram account, simply just to chat with your fans while you were waiting for your cookies in the oven. It was short yet chaotic.

“Oh, I tried baking today! I saw an easy recipe online. I’ll share the link on Twitter later.” you answered a fan as you put down your phone. You sported a now-messy apron. The apron? It was a gift from Timmy. He learned I love ba–”“

“Ouch!”

Someone exclaimed in the background, followed by the noises of something falling on the ground. You paused and looked at whatever was behind your phone. Your eyes widened. But you tried to compose yourself as you look back at the camera.

“Francheskat jumped on some– on my stuff. Gotta go! I’ll update y’all with the cookies later. Bye!” your voice trailed off as you end the Instagram Live.

@/amymarchdefender: i think i heard someone during yn’s live

@/princessbubblegum: is she quarantining with someone???!?

Some fans claimed it was not Francheskat, but Jin. Although the mystery voice was not that audible, they claimed it was him. Others believed that maybe you are really going through lockdowns with someone who is not Jin. There are few people who believe that you really have a longtime secret partner, someone who is not in the same industry as you. Nonetheless, everyone never knew who it was.

The thread still receives updates from time to time even though you took a break and Jin is not really that active on social media. The owner of the tweet still gets submissions from various fans.

Now, October 2023. Jin hasn’t had any public appearances since his series premiere on HBO. He is still in for Waller-Bridge’s movie. You, on the other hand, were getting gossip that you will be having a cameo with Greta Gerwig’s Barbie. Some believed that you will be retiring or will take years to come back. Both of you two were not active on social media. Your last post in your Instagram feed was in August. And Jin’s was May.

But one of Hollywood's biggest celebrity gossip sources is the Instagram account, Deuxmoi, posted something that made a noise in your fandom.

Sent via form submission from Deuxmoi

Pseudonyms, Please: Cookie Monster

Email: heardit@the.gravevine

Subject: Everyone’s Fave Cat Lady

Message: A friend of mine works in one of the longest-running live television shows. They said that a prominent A-lister actress is returning in front of the cameras after taking a sudden break for more than a year. Her comeback will be announced next week! Watch out!

taglist rules

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[tactical-jellyfish]

The idiot's guide to fan-fiction (and fan spaces)

Hey, ladies, gents and in-betweens. I'm writing this because I've seen a really big up-tick in people in fandom (both readers and writers) acting in ways that are generally unsavory, and wanted to share the advice that I think is relatively common sense to not be a dickwad!

This will mostly focus on how to behave. If someone wants a version with writing tips, I would be happy to provide, but I also recommend you ask someone smarter than me (I know my limits lmao)

This will be divided into two sections: Readers and writers (obviously), but I'm going to start with....

Readers:

• First things first, be nice. I cannot stress this enough, be nice. Not just to your authors, but to each other. No author wants to come to their comments and see a catfight.

• If you do have advice or criticism, make sure it is constructive! If you need to run your phrasing by someone else or use tone tags, absolutely do! Remember, when people feel hurt by something you said, they're not likely to listen to you very well.

• Now, this is where my rules get much less popular. Be mindful of the person writing your fic. Writing, like any other creative process, can be very draining, and writers have lives outside of their work, too! If you see a lull in output, don't comment on it. It's a bummer, yeah, I get it, but keep those feelings to yourself or complain to a friend. Don't harass a writer. You don't know what they're going through on the other side of that screen.

• Another thing I don't think I should have to say (mostly because tagging is a really popular thing), but you should probably make sure you're in a relatively good state of mind when you read. If it's hurt/no comfort, make sure you can handle that. No writer wants to know their work really fucked up someone else's day.

• I will say my single hottest take. You can be rude if you see fucked-up shit entirely untagged (think: extreme, not-canon-typical violence or abuse, + other subjects that can very much trigger a good deal of people). Things that come with real trauma. Leave a firm comment, but, again, be respectful.

• Yes, you as a reader are responsible for what you read, but there is a clear boundary of disrespect for both the platform and everyone on it when an author purposely leaves a very traumatizing thing untagged when they are very much aware of it. TLDR: Don't be a dickwad! Be nice and Support other readers and writers, but point out shitty behavior if you see it. Remember, any writer worth their salt wants to be accountable for what they put to paper. Be nice, but hold people accountable for their decisions.

Writers:

• I feel like I have less to say here, but that does not mean I won't say anything.

• Right off the bat, take care of yourself. Your work will directly suffer if you are suffering. If you're too sick to write, then don't. It's as simple as that. This is not your job, you get no (or not much) money from it. You are under no obligation to get your next chapter out right this very second. Yes, even if you said it would be out by Thursday, I don't care.

• My real thesis with that is to give your writing time to breathe. Of course, how much you write and when will vary based on who you are and what the other facets of your life are like, but this is fan-fiction. Don't stress yourself into your casket over it.

• Now, I know I said a lot to the readers, but I do have a qualm with some of y'all, too.

• Respect the source material. Yeah, sure, it's fiction. Yeah, sure, you can do whatever you want. But I can tell you upfront that your fic will suffer if you don't care about the characters in it.

• Do a character study. Look at their reactions. Read into the why. Know them so well you could fully predict how they would react to at least four conversations off the top of your head. Yes, even if they're written to be mysterious. Know them anyway.

• Now, here is where I'm going to get a little heated. So, I'm going to be upfront. In this part, I'm going to talk about tagging your fics, and why it's so important to do so. Cancer is discussed, for the sake of my example and also because I am still pissed about the incident I reference.

• Remember that your work is public. Other people can and will see it. You can put who you prefer see your work in your bio if you want, but that doesn't mean that your readers will care.

• I say this specifically for the people who will post a fic to, say, Tumblr, where minors are, and then complain about a minor reading their work. Tell them you don't want them there, but beyond that, there is nothing more you can do. Drill that into your head. If someone wants to read your public work, they will. That's just what happens when you post your work publicly.

• Now, I'm gonna head into some more heavy shit. If you don't wanna hear a mention of cancer, scroll down to the asterisks.

• Let me paint a picture for you real quick. I find a sick-fic. Its tags are simple, nothing too extreme, and so I think it'll be nice and fluffy, a sweet thing to read before bed.

• I am sorely mistaken, as the writer proceeds to give their main character entirely untagged cancer, and then kill them. Again, with no warning for either from the tags! (and the fic was misleadingly well-tagged otherwise)

• I am a cancer survivor. I lost some of my first friends in that ward and I almost died there myself. Do you know how fucking stupid it is to leave something so big untagged??? Where anybody could stumble on it?

• Someone who just lost a family member to cancer could have read that fic. Someone much less mentally stable could have read that fic, that writer could have dug up hurtful memories at a time when someone wasn't ready to think those things. And they gave no warning.

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• This is what I ask of a writer. I don't think it's a very tall ask: Respect your readers. All of them. Respect everyone who might come across your page, by warning them what they're getting into.

• Especially if you're dealing with something that causes a lot of trauma. If your fic features domestic violence, an eating disorder, anything of that tune, tag it. I cannot say this enough, tag it.

• Yeah, sure, you technically don't need to tag everything (and some little things can very much be excused for me, personally), but I will tell you to your fucking face that I think you're a sack of shit for leaving major, traumatic things untagged. Respect your readers, they're taking time out of their days to spend it with you and your work. If you write things that might trigger trauma, tell them.

• I'm not saying you can't write about a heavy topic. In fact, seeing a heavy topic handled well in fic makes me happy! It means people's struggles are being given a realistic voice, no matter how small.

• I'm telling you that if you really cared about the struggles you're writing about, you would know some people aren't ready to confront them like that. So tell your readers what you're doing. Be transparent with them.

TLDR: Take good care of yourself. Your work is never to be placed before your health, physical or mental. Tag what might be triggering. Even if you don't think it necessary. Tag it anyway.

That's all I really have to say for now, but if you have something to add, please leave a comment! I would be more than happy to elaborate or hear people out on their own takes or further justify my own.

Have a nice day, writers and readers! Much love to all of you :)

[sailorsplatoon]

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About me!

Hi! You can call me Lily, LilyMoon, sailorsplatoon, sailor, or whatver you want, idc.

My pronouns are she/they!

I am a minor (17 years old), so no NSFW interactions on my blog please.

I mostly post about Splatoon, but I also like Pokemon, Kirby, Pikmin, The Owl House, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, Sailor Moon, and a bunch of other stuff! Feel free to talk with me about those if you'd like!

You're welcome to tag me in anything! I don't really scroll at all, so if you want me to see something, it's best to tag me. I love getting tagged too!

About my blog!

This is primarily a Splatoon ask blog, and a lot of it is centered around shipping and my ocs, so feel free to send me an ask! I love seeing what you guys have to say! Also I recognize that my blog can be very difficult to understand if you don’t have all the lore, so if you have any questions about anything on the blog at all, just send them over and I’m happy to answer them!

I like all sorts of ships, but my OTP is Acht x Agent 4 (or dedfour as I like to call them). I post about them a lot. You can check the #dedfour and #acht x agent 4 tags on my blog if you’re curious what I’ve posted about them in the past!

But the ships don't stop there! I also post alot about Harmony x Acht x Agent 4, AKA p4ruf1sh. Now Harmony gets to join the lovebirds in a polycule! You can find more about that on the #p4ruf1sh tag!

And it keeps going! I post a lot of oc x canon stuff too, which you can find under the #oc x canon tag! Currently there’s Marie x Shina, Shiver x Birch, Frye x Elle (au exclusive), and Callie x Elita/Pepper. If you want to know more about a specific one, search my blog for a tag of the canon character.

Another one that I've talked about a little bit is a polycule QPR that I've been calling bittersweet pancake, it's between Captain 3, Agent 8, and Big Man. You can find those posts under the #bittersweet pancake tag!

All of the relationships also have children that I post about frequently, so here's a post with a short guide to all of them!

Where to find me!

I have an ao3 account that I post fan fiction on, I also post the same fanfic here on Tumblr!

Here’s my carrd if you want to know more about me (though it's mostly the same stuff that I wrote in this post).

I also have Twitter, but I’m not as active there as I am here.

My fanfiction!

I wanted to put a little list of all the fanfictions I've written so far! If you're curious, give them a read!

This Forgotten Melody is an Acht bacstory that just so happened to be the first fic I ever posted! As a result, it doesn't have a specific tag on my blog, nor is it in any way canon compliant... but you can find it on ao3!

Watch The Sky With You is the Dedfour fic that my blog is based around! You can find it on my tumblr under the tag #Watch the Sky With You, or you can read it on ao3!

I write a ton of very short oneshots on here too! I've archived all of them on ao3 if you're curious. All of these come from writing requests, so feel free to send one if you're interested!

Lastly, there is my ongoing fanfiction called An LED Light at the End of the Tunnel!!! This is an Agent 4 angst fic in which Four gets lonely enough to consider turning to the hypnoshades. New chapters come out every Friday!

Anyway thanks for checking out my blog! Bye!

[antimony-medusa]

HELLO QSMP FANS

I am come to you with my hat in my hand to tell you about a Fun New Event *jazz hands* that's running this fall that I am trying to lure people into. Ahem.

So Fic In A Box is one of the major multifandom fanfiction exchanges, so it runs on the People Submit Tags To A Tag Set > Everybody Signs Up With Ships From The Tag Set They Want To Write And Want To Receive > Assignments Go Out > Work For Two Months > Reveals Once Everybody Gets A Gift. However, it has some interesting fun quirks which make it really fun and which is why I'm trying to lure QSMP people into it so I can match on QSMP plz plz plz.

First thing: It's a 10k exchange. You get two months to write it, but everybody makes or receives (unless you have to drop) a 10k gift or equivilent. Don't you want a 10k gift? Come onnnnnnn do ittttt.

Wait, Equivalent?

Yes, this is point two. One of the things Fic In A Box is famous for is that you can opt into a whole bunch of rulesets, and they break everything down to 1k-equivilent increments, and so you can get 7k of fic, and 2k's worth of propoganda posters, and 1k worth of podfic, for example. 4k of birth chart analysis of your fave characters, 6k of in-world cost analysis spreadsheets. 2k fic, 8k worldbuilding headcanons. This ruleset is CRAZY in terms of the sort of stuff you can opt into, I encourage you to take a look at the tag set, it's everything from dress-up game to art remixes of your existing fic to in-world reddit articles to interactive fiction to poetry to gifsets to costume design. I'm personally looking at in-world RPF and in-world social media for QSMP and chortling madly as I imagine.

So wait, you might get one 10k gift or you might get several smaller gifts?

Yes, point 3. The other thing Fic In A Box does that they're famous for is swaps, which is where you look at all the sign ups in a handy app, and you go shopping among them, and then you go to the mods and say "I want to do 4k on my original assignement, and 2k of usernamealpha, and 3k of usernamebeta, and 1k of usernamthree" and they say "i'll see what I can do", and then the mods run everybody's requests through the single most complicated spreadsheet in the world to make everybody's requests balance out to 10k, and then you get little micro assignments to work on over the two months.

This means both that if a 10k fic seems daunting, you can write a couple smaller gifts and work up to it that way, and also, though this isn't like something to plan for, if life gets bad you can do partial defaults and just turn in your 4k, you're not *necessarily* on the hook for 10k.

So now you're seeing why I want to recruit more QSMP people, eh? Currently I'm only matchable with one person. Please sign up. I want to do swaps. I want to set myself four impossible assignments. JOIN MEEEEE. Sign ups are open through September 3rd! Message me for more information and I will happily infodump and explain at you!

(more about the tag set and thus the stuff you can request/offer under the cut, cause it gets long)

There are like over a thousand individual fandoms in the tag set to choose from for your sign-up, and in addition to SMPEarth, DSMP, 3rd Life, Hermitcraft, Empires, and Outsiders SMP being in the tag set, this is the list of QSMP tags. It has a good assortment of options! I was nominating and I was trying to hit the high points!

BadBoyHalo/ForeverPlayer (QSMP)

Cellbit & JaidenAnimations & Roier (QSMP)

Cellbit/Roier (QSMP)

Chayanne & MissaSinfonia & Philza (QSMP)

Chayanne & Philza & Tallulah (QSMP)

ElMariana & Juanfillipa & Slimecicle (QSMP)

ElMariana/Slimecicle (QSMP)

Etoiles/Philza (QSMP)

FitMC/Philza (QSMP)

ForeverPlayer/MissaSinfonia/Philza (QSMP)

ForeverPlayer/Philza (QSMP)

Luzugames/Quackity (QSMP)

Luzugames/Quackity/Wilbur Soot (QSMP)

MissaSinfonia & Philza (QSMP)

MissaSinfonia/Philza (QSMP)

Quackity & Tilin & Tallulah & Wilbur Soot (QSMP)

Quackity/Wilbur Soot (QSMP)

WB: Any (QSMP | Quackity SMP)

WB: Egg Revivals (QSMP)

WB: Egg/Code Connection (QSMP)

WB: Federation Kidnappings & Cryosleep (QSMP)

(NOTE: WB tags are all Worldbuilding tags, and they mean that you want a fic or a gift that focuses a concept more than a relationship)

So there is a BOLD assortment of tags to pick among, SURELY on that list you can find at least one. Technically to sign up you only need one relationship! They ask for three fandoms or they won't hold the exchange for you if you need to be pinch-hit (if your original gifter needs to drop), but if you're willing to take that risk, you can fully and legally sign up with an only-spiderbit or only-tntduo signup!

So! Shoot me a message or reply if you have questions! Join me! Fic in a Box!

[zmwrites]

Tag: Questions From Sleepy

AKA, @sleepyowlwrites Wants Me To Answer These Questions to Satisfy Her Curiosity, and I Am Obliging

1. What is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

Hahahahahaha. There is no magic formula, unfortunately. But I tend to write best late at night when I'm too tired to critique myself, but not so exhausted that my words stop making sense. For many years that was 1am-5am, but now that I have to wake up at 7:30am every day, I do what I can on my phone between 11pm and 1am.

2. What is your favourite genre to write?

Fantasy! It is very rare I'll write something without some sort of magic, because I have been born into a world where I cannot cast fireball and I refuse to inflict the same misery on my characters. Also with fantasy, I can fudge the details on politics, geography, and... everything else related to world building. That way I can write instead of researching forever.

3. Do you prefer to write on paper or digitally?

Digitally. When I was younger I wrote on paper, and had binders and notebooks full of writing, but now I find typing is easier. I wrote most of Remnants on my iPad (which has since died, RIP), actually. I do most of my writing on my phone now that my iPad is gone. For some reason, writing on my laptop feels like too much pressure and I can't get much done.

4. It’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea, what do you do?

If I think it has potential, I'll either write it down in a Google Doc on my phone, or text it to my friend Nat. Usually I just roll over and go back to sleep, though. Middle of the night ideas are never as shiny as they first appear.

5. Who is your favourite person to write about?

Women who seem to be full of rage but are actually full of grief. There have been many iterations across many WIPs, I don't foresee the type disappearing from my work.

6. Do you like making your own characters or do you write about real people?

I make my own characters. I can't even write fanfic bc I can never get the characterization right, never mind trying to capture a real person.

7. Have you ever written a book or story with more than 15 chapter or 100K words?

Yes. Remnants is 153K words, and Indigo Wars Book 1 is currently sitting at 139.5K words after several rounds of editing solely focused on making it shorter. I am a chronic overwriter, so in my eyes, the people who tell an entire story in under 100K words are the real wizards.

8. How often do you get ideas?

It depends! Sometimes I won't get a new idea for months on end, and will just chip away at my existing projects, and other times I'll have four new WIP ideas in a day. Most don't go anywhere and return to the creative compost pile, but they're always fun to play with.

9. Do you ever get an idea that you really like but can’t seem to ever finish?

Most of them. But that's okay, they're still percolating. They'll get there when they're ready.

10. What is your least favourite plot?

I think almost any plot can be done well if the author loves it enough, but I'm not generally a fan of anything that ends with a woman who explicitly said she didn't want children getting a "marriage and a baby" ending. I don't think enough women are allowed to be happy without children in fiction. As someone who's always told "oh you'll change your mind" when I tell people I don't want kids, it's very annoying.

[adamkdexter]

Ladies, Gents and everyone outside and in-between, welcome to this perpetually inconsistent mess of a blog. I'm Ash K. Gray, you can call me... literally any part of that pen name. I'm (allegedly) a writer and comic artist just trying to have fun with as many mediums as I can.

Big media enthusiast, here, which is why you can catch me on Youtube rambling away about one thing or the other. My fan-fiction requests are OPEN, so have at it! Or just read my pre-existing stuff over on AO3.

I also have an instagram, a Cara and a Chill Subs account where you can get a look at my published stuff. You can also buy something off my inprnt shop or support me on Ko-fi! ( feel free to drop some print requests in my inbox )

My asks are always open, but I can be a little slow with them at times. Lovely having you here. Cya 'round!

Under "Keep reading," you'll find little synopses of my long-term works and their tags on here so you can keep track of whichever ones interest you ( if any do at all ).

Fanworks:

When Flag Posts Fall and Ashes Remain

A Flaggburning (Frank Burns x Colonel Flagg) fic series written with the intention of studying and developing the character of Frank Burns.

Modes of Being

A Friends sequel retconning my stifles with the finale without rewriting it. The plot centers around Rachel's career and her friendship with Chandler as well as his and Monica's marriage, which seems to have been hit with a single stifle: Joey Tribbiani.

Original Works:

Nothing Is Amiss [ #akg nia ]

Aidan 'Noah' Newman, a well-spoken journalist with a proclivity for the rational, gets involved with a peculiar theory about the nature of existence. Things do not go amiss. Everything is perfectly fine. It's a very wholesome tale of love, freedom and adventure; a journey into the depths of the human essence that endeavors to ask - albeit never quite answer - the enigma of autonomy.

As Told By Dean Baxter [ #akg atbdb ]

The cynically narrated chronicles of a guy who, although not yet a protagonist in his own right, seems to stumble his way into the not-so-wonderful world of romantic endeavors, albeit never his own. In high school, he fulfills the role of a background character in a puppy love scenario. As a freshman in university he winds up the center of a love triangle....'s best friend. As a senior, he's mistaken for a love rival. Wonder what role he'll play when he's well into his career.

Ernaline [ #akg ernaline ]

A multimedia horror conglomerate of comics and written fiction that follows different cast members within the same world. From witches and demonic cults to emotional vampires and phantoms; Ernaline is a mixture of comedy and horror that seeks to entertain before anything else.

Hindrances Overload [ #akg ho ]

Everyone's lives have got their own fair share of hindrances along the way. Combine fifteen schoolmates' hindrances together, though, and now you've got yourself an overload. This is a simple comedy slice-of-life following the streams of consciousness of fifteen sophomores that just so happen to go to the same school. When they graduate, regardless of how much they change and the varying degrees of the hardships they get into, our tale concludes.

The Void's Gameshow [ #akg tvgs ]

The Nameless Host is bound to an endless, ever-lasting void. Their only purpose is to run a sadistic gameshow to satisfy the urges of a viewership not entirely within the realms of mortal comprehension. Every year, a series of roulettes is rolled to decide the nature and location of the show's four new unfortunate contestants. This season, said contestants are the uptight Eric Schultz, the clever Keishi Tokugawa, the brawny Riley Wellobie and the sweet Maria Dujardin. Their only objective is to survive.

post dividers by: @k1ssyoursister

[snugglesquiggle]

i feel a lil bad asking this right when a lot of people are excited for hostile takeover, but for financial reasons, i might need to start putting some of my energy into more serious original projects again.

i'm not pausing HT — i don't think i could stop thinking about those lezbots if i tried — but being able to take breaks to work on other things tends to be good for my energy levels in general.

and honestly, when i first started, i thought HT itself was just going to be a quick break from those projects, and now i'm four months in and my plans keep growing >.>

anyway, the purpose of this post is that i wanted to gauge interest. i know most people follow me for murder drones stuff, but do any of the original stories i'm considering interest you?

more detailed pitches for each of these can be found under the cut. honesty is appreciated.

a note before i pitch them — when i write original fiction, i post it to my site and a site for original fiction called royalroad. i'll probably reserve my ao3 account for, yknow, fanfiction.

the plan is that while the stories will eventually be available publically, supporters to my patreon will get to read several chapters ahead of everyone else.

Aurora Moonrise

It is the nature of comets to dazzle and destroy. These eldritch spirits from beyond the stars grind kingdoms to dust with joyful ease. Only the power of a daughter of the moon can repel them. There are none left. Aurora knows she is different. Her father is a plain man, and her mother is a mystery. Her prismatic hair, her divergent mind, her inability to weave common enchantments — it must come from her mother's side. But her mother is gone and no one will say why or where or anything. It's enough to make her want to fight someone. And Aurora fights — people, animals, spirits, it doesn't matter. She doesn't want to hurt them, but it's thrilling. She'll just have to become a knight — knights get to fight things, right? And knights get answers to who their parents were. When a cursed storm leaves Aurora glowing in the light of the full moon, she awakens new powers she can't control. Powers unheard of, except in those old stories. But the word on the lips of churchmen is witchcraft — communion with unnatural spirits that spells doom. Will she defend humanity? Or is she a threat to it?

pitching this one is hard, because the most interesting thing about is a twist reveal at the end of the first arc. at first, you can see it's framed to suggest — and Aurora initially believes — her mother is a "daughter of the moon", but of course, she's actually a comet.

as the poll option suggests, her inhuman heritage makes urges her to fight and hinders her ability to understand the basics of human social interaction.

this would be a long story, lighter in tone than the others, and structured like a fantasy trilogy, about Aurora journeying across the land doing what she thinks heroes do. along the way, she picks up several party members with their own weird baggage. all of them girls, of course, and it gets very gay by the end — but it's slow going because, yknow, aurora doesn't understand romance, either.

i'm very excited about this project — just thinking about it is enough to get me bouncing. you can actually read a four chapter teaser right now, and i have over 70k words of notes past that, with the whole thing outlined start to finish.

Thy Wretched Mask

Everyone wants to peel off their skin and scream into the night. You're just supposed to keep a handle on that. Beca's trying. Now on the run, she'll just have to get it right in a new town. She's got nothing to her name save a pet raven, but a little pickpocketing will change that. Maybe a burglary or two. As long as she doesn't tear someone's flesh apart in broad daylight, she could keep things controlled. It's a lonely life, but friendship is only temptation. She should just keep to herself. So why does she listen when the woman from the shadows talks? They're making an offer that could lift her off the streets for good. The catch? She has to kill someone. Again. That's definitely too much temptation.

once again, the most interesting parts of this are a surprise. Beca isn't human; she's saddled predatory instincts she doesn't understand. the "fungal possession" comes into play several chapters in. it gets intense enough that i believe it's one of the few times i've teared up while writing something, and it's so far the first and only time i've written something that explores topics of plurality, which is pretty personal to us

i say HT is the first time i've written romance (and it is), but TWM came close, and would have gotten even closer if i continued it.

i've already written over 20k words of this (unpublished), but due to the writing exercise it began as, it requires substantial rewrites; i cringe when i try to reread it, and it honestly makes the prospect of returning a bit unexciting.

this would probably only about the length of a novel. (original projection was novella length, but i think i want to flesh it out more.)

of all of my potential projects, i think this one is probably the biggest thematic overlap with Hostile Takeover. but uh, it's dark enough to make that look like a sappy romance >.<

Running Out of Skin & Time

Tomorrow, a lord will be flayed alive. Once his flesh, freely given, is woven into a vast frame, enchanted scars will turn him into a living portal, a gift that could turn a blightstricken town into a bustling trade nexus. Apnoe has woken up beside the same dead girl three nights in a row. The lord's flaying is tomorrow — same as it was for the last three nights. She's the only one who's noticed. Assassins lurk in the flaying festival's crowds, and when they strike the lord dead, the whole town watches their dreams crumble, and then Apnoe wakes again as if from a dream. She knew this quite well; on the first night, she had killed him. Scarred flesh grants magic. How deep a wound did it take to make every living soul in the city relive the same day? It wasn't Apnoe's, and she doesn't know why only she remembers, but then again, most scar magic treats her differently. After all, she's dead half the time. Apnoe would kill to end this nightmare — but it seems the only way out is saving a man who'll die tomorrow anyway.

of all the options, this story is the least well flesh out (no pun intended), but it has a lot of potential. a "time loop" where a character relives the same day over and over is something not enough stories explore well

(if it means anything to you, the inspiration for this fic was literally just thinking "what if the Shibuya Incident was a time loop?")

i call this "superhero fantasy" because, while i havent figured out the tech level (it's industrial, but how modern?), the magic system gives everyone unique and specific abilities that are easiest to imagine as superpowers.

the time loop effect itself is the rube goldberg interaction of half a dozen powers, and part of the fic is puzzling out just how it works, as well as puzzling out how to overcome the various powers arrayed against the lord.

it would be a very complex, cerebral fic, all about power progression and fight scenes, but at its heart, i want it to be the story of two dead girls who love each other enough to unravel fate itself

A Chimerical Hope

Duskroot is destroyed. A minor stronghold, its enemies were cunning and coordinated and its allies didn't lift a hand. As vultures at a corpse, mercenaries hunt for survivors. Awelah escaped Duskroot. She lost everything. Vengeance drives her, but can she kill a angel beyond death? Ooliri's mission is to aid the refugees. He has to prove he belongs in a family of medical geniuses. But healing isn't enough — can he bring the dead back to life? Makuja seeks safety among the refugees. Death and servitude leaves her gaze empty. It's easy to be a follower, but is there a purpose worth living for? First, the three need answers. A grand scheme is unfolding, and Duskroot was only the first step.

unlike all of the others, this isn't an idea for a story, or a plan for a story, it is a story, one i've written 100k words for. you can read it here

it's set in an expansive setting i've spent literal years thinking about with giant insects empowered by virulent mutant bat blood and cold black corruption pouring out from a hole in the sky.

it's also, shamelessly, only avoids being called naruto fanfiction by dint of sheer weirdness

Aurora Moonrise may be the story i'm most excited about, but ACH is the one with the most ambition and purpose behind it. if i could only ever tell one story in my life, it'd probably make it ACH. it might be over a million words if i ever finish it

but i also think it's probably too weird to get very popular.

And so on

if you can't tell already, i have a LOT of story ideas. before i ever watched murder drones, would you believe i was literally already working on a story about killer lesbian robots on a inhospitable frozen planet haunted by a creeping cosmic horror?

and i'm kind of tempted to work on a story about modular mushroom creatures that live underground. or a fricken pokemon mystery dungeon self-insert i've already finished one chapter of.

and of course, i have several other stories i could continue working on.

but like, the stories i've listed are the ones i can honestly say i might work on right now. and, practically speaking, the stories that might genuinely takeoff, if i dare hope.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Pretty boy

February Filth Fest : Day Four

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: i feel the need to put a disclaimer? i don't think makeup or clothes or anything have a gender but for the sake of fan fiction: hwa puts on more traditional feminine stuff and gets all pretty 🤭

i have no idea why tumblr posted this earlier than i set it for but it's here now so enjoy 😭

"Tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, feminization, sub hwa, protected(!!!!) cockwarming & penetration, pet names (pretty, mars, sweetheart & babe, angel), praise

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Doing so good," you praise as you turn your torso and grab your favorite eyeshadow pallet from the vanity. "So patient for me."

"T-Thank you, Angel."

Seonghwa is gripping the arm rests of his chair like it owes him money. Looking up at you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile on his painted lips. He's doing everything in his power to be good for you. Everything in his power not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt as it hugs him: unmoving.

You dip a small brush into a light color and tell him to close his eyes. He obeys. He always does. Although, he takes a moment to glance at your naked chest before doing so. "Thank youuu." You take a moment to admire him. His lips are a beautiful, deep pink color. He's wearing his favorite earring of yours. He's dressed in a dress you got just for him, hiked up just above his hips. It's plain, really. But he's so beautiful that he doesn't need anything extravagant.

You peck his eyelid gently before continuing to do his makeup. He jumps a little at the unexpected feeling, accidentally rocking inside of you. You brace yourself on his shoulder with a hiss, biting back a moan as he hits your g-spot. "Hey!"

"Sorry, Babe... you scared me." The both of you laugh a bit before you steady his head with a hand cupping his chin. You feel his cock twitching ever so slightly, even through the condom.

After painting his eyes, you purposely rock your hips back as you grab a liquid eyeliner. You smirk at him as he gives you a pair of puppy eyes. "Finishing touches, Pretty. Don't worry. We're almost done." You draw a little cat line out from his eyes and lean back to take in your work.

"How do I look?" His eyes search your face for any signs of approval, finding them all over as your eyes dilate wider than before and your lips turn up.

"So pretty," you rock your hips on his and he frantically grabs onto you. "My pretty boy."

"Please-" you wait for him as he gathers his words, "please, can I fuck you?" With the smallest nod of your head, he's lifting his hips and fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "God!"

"Oh," you moan, cupping his face in your hands. He's so cute like this. All done up and needy for you. "Fuck me so good, Mars. So big."

The praise goes straight to his head, filling him with a euphoric buzz. All he can do is buck up into you and stare into your eyes and moan for you. "Te- shit- tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

You coo, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "you are. The prettiest. My Pretty. My good, pretty, boy. My big, beautiful, Mars." The moan that comes from him is almost a yell, his grip tightening with a bruising force as he lifts you up and down on his cock. "Pretty boy fucks me so good."

"Babe, can you... wanna- good god! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart? Take a breath and tell me..." You intertwine your fingers with his curled hair, making him lean his head back and stopping his ranting effectively.

"Please, Angel, kiss me."

You tug on his hair and ask him, "and ruin your makeup?"

"Yes! Don't care, I need you to kiss me! I need it-"

You cut him off with your lips on his and you roughly mesh together, both moaning as he grabs onto your ass. He slips his tongue into your mouth and lets you do as you please with it- taking it all.

When you pull away, his lipstick is now also yours, smeared messily on the both of your lips.

"So messy, Mars."

"Sorry." No he's not. He got what he wanted and he still has you bouncing on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. Still so pretty."

[doctorroseficmarathon]

Announcing the DoctorRose Fic Marathon 2022

We’re back!!! And this time with our very own Tumblr page to keep the DoctorRose Fic Marathon in one nice little place. (well I say we, but it’s really just me hosting this by myself) I wasn’t entirely sure whether or not the Fic Marathon would come back this year but with such overwhelmingly positive feedback from the last time I knew I had to bring it back.

A difference from last year is that this year, now that the event is organized in one central location that only talks about the Fic Marathon. I can take more of an active role in promoting fics. If you choose to promote the fics you’ve posted on AO3 on tumblr as well, tag this account and I will reblog them here. However as I can only see them if you tag this account in them, so keep that in mind.

The rules are mostly the same as last year. Write as much fanfiction as you can from September First (1st) to September Thirtieth (30th). Anyone can participate even if you haven’t written doctorrose fan fiction before and you don’t have to write every day. There are only four (4) rules. 

If you are going to connect the stories you’ve written, connect them via series instead of a single story. 

There is no set length, write however long or short a fic you want. As well as no set rating, as long as you tag the story correctly. 

Use the tag “DoctorRose Fic Marathon (2022)” on Archive of Our Own.

Have fun!!!

There is still a set of prompts for each day if you would rather follow prompts instead of flying in blind, however you don’t need to follow them. You don’t have to even write them in order, combining them is also an option. All that matters is that you write. Fifteen (15) of the prompts are the same from last year and Fifteen (15) are new prompts. However the prompts that haven’t been brought back from last year are also available if you would like. The bold prompts are the ones from last year.

1. Alternate Meetings

2. Handcuffed together

3. Dreams

4. Telepathic communication

5. Domestics

6. Temporary death

7. Hurt/comfort

8. One Bed

9. Music

10. Rose and Friends*

11. Swapping places

12. Dancing

13. Declaration(s) of love

14. Meddling TARDIS

15. Reversed Magna clamps

16. Multiple Doctors

17. Reunion

18. Colors

19. GitF fix-it

20. Doomsday fix-it

21. Journey’s End fix-it

22. Alternate Universe

23. Historical

24. Comedy

25. Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey

26. Chameleon arch

27. Ghosts

28. Barcelona

29. Wish Fulfillment

30. Happily Ever After

I do mourn the loss of Time Loop however fear not!!! Time Loop also falls under Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey.

Rose and Friends* actually refers to a specific prompt but I couldn’t find a good other way to explain it. But basically it’s a prompt where Rose interacts with characters she normally doesn’t interact with it. That could be a Classic Doctor, or other companions, or anything like that. She just can’t have appeared with them regularly. So Sarah Jane is fair game of a character to write her with.

While the prompts are not fully explained in depth this year, now that I run the event via blog anyone can ask any questions for clarification and I’ll be able to get back to you speedily.

See you all soon!!!

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

The Story of You

I am SO SORRY!! i know this was long overdue but I hope you love this chapter, I think there is a lot of baggage to unload; if you wish to be added to the Tag List do let me know and come chat to me about the chapter! All the love, Mar

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

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Part 9: Explosion

August 18, 2021: Week Twenty-Four

New York City, New York. 11:45 Am

I had just left the lab after my glucose test and boy I was glad that was over; the drawing of blood wasn’t even that bad, it was the drink that had me hating this whole experience. The lab let me know that they would be sending my results to Betty directly.

I decided to stop at the grocery store on my way back to buy a few things I was missing for this week. As I was rounding the bread aisle I could feel someone was watching me, I turned to look and saw a couple of young girls, probably Harry’s fans.

I decided to ignore them and finish grocery shopping to head home, as I was waiting for the cashier to ring my items I saw the girls on the other cashier, I was looking for my tote to put the groceries in when I heard one of them speak up

“I cannot imagine what Olivia is going through, like they were happy before little miss cheater appeared again”, the blonde one told the other two, then the red head spoke up “Poor Harry, he looked so happy in all the pictures with Olivia, it was clear that he wanted to leave her”

I felt the tears come to my eyes and the cashier rang mi items and smiled at me, “Your total is $23.74”, I brought my card out and inserted it on the pin pad, as I was placing my pin the third girl said “Probably used his money to pay”

That made me stand un straighter, the cashier had a weary look on her eyes, but I decided against causing a scene, I then removed my card from the pin pad and thanked the lovely cashier, grabbed my shopping, and left.

After I arrived home, put away my shopping and made some tea. I checked my work emails and after answering the pending ones I debated whether I should log into Instagram,

Since Harry had posted the photo I had like a million follow requests, which I would just leave there or maybe one day accept or delete.

I decided to look into it for a while but I regreted it the moment I started reading comments and posts; while some of them were sweet and supportive, other were just plain mean and harsh.

There was one account in particular that had posted a timeline of my pregnancy and I was so impressed by their detective skills but the caption and comments made my heart hurt

harryseroda It doesn’t take a village to realize that she did this on purpose, she knows what she wanted and what she lost when she left Harry, she couldn’t even let him be happy could she?

hs1994_ AGREE! Harry and Olivia are so perfect together, I don’t understand why she had to do this

wilde4styles It’s so sad, but I really hope that Harry and Olivia can still be together, they are such a powerful couple

olivia.wilde.fan has she even stopped to think how much the kid will suffer?

And those were some of the nicer mean comments. I closed my Instagram and was now so deep into this hole that I logged into twitter, thankfully just a few fans had figured out my username so I could snoop peacefully, but I should have refrained from it.

Thousands of tweets were found under Harry’s name, again some of them were sweet and had well wishes while others included a thread just like the Instagram post. But there was one tweet that really struck a nerve and I was so close to replying to it but decided against it.

sydney_wright_56 I would definitely not want to be that kid, I mean yeah, my dad is Harry Styles and my stepmom is Olivia Wilde, but my mom is a nobody who left my dad and had the audacity to get pregnant three months after they broke up 1/2

sydney_wright_56 And Harry, being stuck with a kid that he may not even want, that is hard, poor Harry, I hope he is doing okay #staystrongHarry 2/2

Poor Harry? Really? I was so angry at this point that I didn’t even know what to think, why was I the only guilty one here? I came to the realization that when we broke up, I was also pinpointed as the bad guy because perfect little Harry couldn’t do anything wrong.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a ding from my phone letting me know that I had received a text message, I grabbed it to see who it was and rolled my eyes. Speak of the devil.

From H. Styles (9:45 PM): Hi love, don’t know if you’re asleep but I wanted to know how the study went and at what time is the appointment tomorrow? Can’t wait to see the baby.

I decided not to answer or open the text, I was tired and did not want to talk to him, I got up, prepared myself something to eat and picked up everything up.

As I was getting ready for bed I was tempted to open the text and leave him on read, but I decided to be the bigger person and let things be.

August 19, 2021: Week Twenty-Four

New York City, New York. 8:45 Am

I must have been really tired because as soon as I got into bed I fell asleep, I woke up feeling refreshed and got ready for my appointment, as I was entering the kitchen I heard some knocks on the door and furrowed my brow, I want expecting anyone.

When I looked through the peephole my blood froze, I knew I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t home, so I took a deep breath before opening the door,

“What are you doing here?”

Harry. New York City, New York. 8:45 Am

I had gotten in yesterday because I wanted to surprise Y/N, I had been missing her and I knew that the glucose test must have been hard for her. Before coming to her house, I stopped at Panera and bought breakfast for us.

When I got there I knocked and hoped she would be home, after my text went unanswered I didn’t think much of it, I knew at what time her appointment was, but I just wanted to talk to her.

When she opened the door my heart started beating so fast, she looked so beautiful, but I immediately notice something was wrong, her posture went straighter and her tone was defensive. Something was not sitting right with me.

“Hey, I missed you, I flew in two days earlier so that I could come with you to the appointment, is that okay?”

My voice was so weary I was worried it would cause a negative reaction, but I saw her sigh and open the door for me.

“Brought some breakfast, is that okay?” she nodded and then walked to the kitchen where she took out some cutlery and plates for the both of us

“Coffee?”, I nodded and she passed me a cup, we then sat to have breakfast together, silence overtook our breakfast time and I didn’t know how to break it, the tension could be felt and it was making me anxious.

“So, how have you been?”, she turned to look at me before speaking, “I’ve been okay, the return from LA wasn’t as rough as I thought”, she let me know that she would go change so we could leave and I took the opportunity to pick up everything from breakfast.

New York City, New York. 9:15 Am

I closed the door of my room and started hyperventilating, he had let me know that he wouldn’t be coming to the ultrasound so I didn’t understand what he was doing here. I sat down on the bed and decided to text Glenne.

To Glenne Azoff (9:16 AM): Quick question… Why is Harry in NY? And more specifically in my apartment?

From Glenne Azoff (9:17 AM): What?

To Glenne Azoff (9:17 AM): Yup, showed up with breakfast in hand, and worst part? I am one millisecond away from going off on him (don’t ask, I’ll tell you later)

From Glenne Azoff (9:18 AM): I`m so sorry babes, lets FaceTime soon okay? Love you

I put the phone down and changed, grabbed my bag and my maternity notes and left my room, I was grabbing my mask when I noticed that Harry had picked up the dishes I left on the kitchen

“Thank you, you didn’t have to”, he smiled “It’s nothing, and I wanted to, shall we go?” we both put on our masks and left; the ride to Betty’s office was tense, neither of us spoke and unfortunately, we ran into some traffic.

We got into the office and Randy lead us to Betty’s office, she took my vitals and we settled on waiting for Betty, I took a deep breath and stretched a little, while settling down again.

Harry noticed and asked “Hey, you okay?”, “Backache, has gotten worse”, “Well if you want I can give you a massage later?”, I sighed “Thank you but that won’t be necessary”

As he was about to speak Betty came in “Well hello mom and dad, I see LA did you good, you look so much better”, I smiled a little “Hi Betty, we are definitely feeling much better”

She washed her hands and while she dried them she asked me to lie down, when I did she started feeling my belly, “Well baby is well positioned, have you started feeling them move?”

“I feel like bubbles on my belly, but I haven’t been able to feel them on the outside”, she hummed “That’s normal, hopefully you’ll be able to feel it soon, any other symptoms, headaches, dizziness?”

“Just a lot of lower backache and some itchiness, but I have been using some cocoa butter and things have gotten better, thinking of maybe starting prenatal yoga, would that be okay?”

“Oh yes honey, that would certainly help and will also help you for when you deliver, also maybe you should think on investing in a pregnancy pillow”

She went to turn off the lights and turn on the machine and Harry got near me, he had been very quiet and I also had no intention on engaging in a conversation with him, he tried to grab my hands but I placed them behind my head, so he turned to squeeze my leg.

Betty turned on the machine and straight away we were able to see our baby, they have gotten so big, Betty then proceeded to take some measurements and to listen to their heartbeat and then turned to Harry and I,

“We could maybe try to get a 3D ultrasound?”, we nodded and she clicked some buttons and a few seconds later we saw our baby’s face, I started tearing up and I heard Harry sniff before saying

“Oh wow, would you look at that”, I nodded without turning to look at him, “Those lips look so kissable”, I could hear the tears in my voice and Betty laughed, she then proceeded to print some copies of the ultrasounds for us and while I cleaned myself up and she updated my notes I saw Harry take a picture of the 3D ultrasound and set it as his lock screen.

“So”, Betty said, “Good news is that your glucose test came back clear, so no prenatal diabetes for you”, I nodded, “Also, let’s talk a little more on changes to expect, hopefully you will soon be able to feel baby kick from the outside, you can continue talking to them and engaging, that is important, I would recommend looking into some Lamaze classes, even if you are planning a homebirth they will help you”

She handed me some pamphlets, “And speaking of, I would love if on our next appointment we can discuss some details to it okay?” we said our goodbyes and left the office.

When we got into the car Harry turned to look at me, “So, do you want to grab lunch?”, “Uhm sure”, from the corner of my eye I saw him waiting for me to say something else but after a couple of seconds he turned to the street and bite his nails.

A couple of minutes later we arrived at one of my favorite Italian restaurants, we got out and ordered the food, they let us know it would be ready in fifteen minutes and to please sit down at one of the tables, we took the one that was the most hidden.

I ordered a glass of water and while I was drinking it Harry received a text and he smiled, it was probably Olivia, as if he had read my mind he turned to me and said “Sent the 3D ultrasound to mum and Gem, they agree with you that their little lips look so kissable and to tell you that they miss you and should talk soon”

I gave him a half smile and turned to look out the window, the weather had been wonderful these past few days and I have missed the city, I was thinking of my to-do’s when Harry pulled my out of my thoughts

“Are you okay?”, I turned to look at him, “Yes, why do you ask?”, “Well I thought you would be happier that I was here and I feel like you don’t even want me to be here”, “It sucks doesn’t it? To not have everyone be happy and go lucky around you”

“What so you mean? Did something happen?” just as I was about to reply I heard my name be called and walked to pick up our order, I grabbed the small bag while Harry grabbed the big one and we went back out to the car, when we got in Harry started driving to my house

When we got there I pulled out all the food we had bought and some drinks while he grabbed the cutlery, we each grabbed what we ordered and ate in silence, but sadly this wasn’t one of the comfortable silences we used to share.

“Are you going to tell me know what you meant back at the restaurant?”, I stayed quiet, before I could reply Harry said “Oh now you decide to stay quiet huh?”

“I’m sorry?!”, he turned to look at me, “I don’t know what is wrong, since I got here you have made it seem like you don’t want me here, and then you made those comments back at the restaurant, I don’t understand, did I do something wrong?”

I stood up and grabbed our plates, but not before saying “Oh Harry, how could you do something wrong huh?”, sarcasm was dripping from my tone, “Y/N I am not playing this game, so let’s have this conversation as grown adults”

I dropped the silverware I was washing and turned to look at him, all the anger and sadness I had inside had finally come out, “You think this is a game?! Huh?! You really think that?!”

My voice had gotten significantly louder and I saw Harry flinch, but he recovered fast and stood up straighter “No, that’s not what I meat -”, “Well that is what you said so”, “Why are you being so hard on me?”

“BECAUSE I AM ANGRY, NO, I AM NOT ANGRY I AM FURIOUS HARRY AND I AM DONE, I AM SO DONE, THE HARRASSMENT, THE GUILT, THE THREATS, I CANNOT DO IT ANYMORE”, I placed my hands over my eyes as I started crying while I sat down with my hands on my face and let out deep sobs and shuddering breaths.

Harry sat down next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, but I shakes it off, I heard him sigh before speaking, “Please, talk to me, what do you mean?”, I cried for a few more minutes before wiping my tears and blowing my nose.

“Oh poor Harry, he’s stuck having a baby with his ex, oh poor Harry he was so happy with Olivia, oh poor Harry first she broke his heart and then she got pregnant”, I could see from the corner of my eye that he was furrowing his brows, “Have you lost your mind?”

I stood up and started pacing the kitchen before speaking, “You know? People always say, ‘Oh poor Harry’, ‘Oh poor Olivia’ but what about me huh? What about how I feel?”, “Who told you that?”

I turned to look at him and gave a questioning look, “Do you live under a rock or are you selectively daft?”, he scoffed, “I don’t understand the need to insult me”, with that sentence, he made me loos the little patience I had left.

“You think that’s insulting? Try again big guy, and maybe while you do so check what your ‘fans’ are tweeting and posting, because since you posted the ultrasound I have been called a home wrecker, a bitch, a slut and so much more, but hey, you are a Saint, and it seems that people forgot basic biology and that it takes two to make a baby”

He was about to speak but I put up a finger to shut him up and continued, “For the last few months I have been attacked for breaking your heart and supposedly destroying your relationship with Olivia, and now that they know I’m pregnant it’s even worse”

“I didn’t choose this, the only thing I wanted was to heal from the pain I had been feeling for the last few months, and I was stupid enough to think that maybe there was still a little part of you that still loved me and that is why I agreed to have dinner with you”

I sobbed a little more, “I have felt so guilty and stupid because I once again let you have me at your beck and call, and I am so mad I let you, and I am so mad that I haven’t been able to heal, and I am done”

“So you mean to tell me that being with me was the worst thing that could happen to you?”, I turned to look at him, “Harry why the hell are you putting words in my mouth?”, he shrugged “I’m not, that is what you said”

“I didn’t say that! As always you are trying to twist my words and make me feel guilty, just like you always did when you were too afraid to admit you were wrong” I stood up and started walking to my living room and pacing.

“I won’t take it anymore Harry, I am so done and from now on I will put this baby first and me second and everyone else after, and that includes you, Olivia, and everyone else”, I took a deep breath and sat down on the couch, Harry took the other corner and he was twiddling his fingers

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”, I turned to look at him as he spoke and then turned back to look at the horizon before speaking

“Do you remember what our last two fights were about before we broke up?”, he turned to look at me and said “Not really, I blocked a lot of things”

“Every time after I poured out all of my feelings, all the hurt and the anger I was feeling, I always expected for you to say something that would mean we could work out whatever our issues were, but rather you say anything, acknowledging my feelings or even fighting back, you stayed quiet Harry”

I then turned to look him in the eye and he did the same, “You never acknowledged what I was feeling and saying, so please, explain to me, why would I talk to you about what I was feeling now, when you didn’t even acknowledge my feelings when we were together?”

He looked at me, his eyes were remorseful, he got a little closer and started to open his mouth but just before he could hug me I stood up and hugged myself, before turning to look at the window and said “I think you should leave Harry, and I hope that if you even have an ounce of respect for me as a human being you will do so without putting up a fight”

After a few moments he stood up and started walking to the exit before he left he placed a kiss on my temple, he put his shoes and coat on and left.

Just like he did eight months ago. But this time my heart wasn’t telling to stop him, this time my heart was asking me to let it heal.

August 20, 2021: Week Twenty-Four

New York City, New York. 10:00 AM

(9:00 AM) 5 missed calls from H. Styles

From H. Styles (9:00 AM): Good morning darling, hope you slept well. I have some meetings today but I wanted to see if I could come over after? I really want to talk to you, please.

From H. Styles (12:30 PM): Have you eaten? Or would you like me to bring lunch over?

(5:45 PM) 3 missed calls from H. Styles

From H. Styles (6:35 PM): Please, let me talk to you, I can’t stop thinking about our last conversation.

From H. Styles (11:30 PM): Just let me know that you’re okay

August 21, 2021: Week Twenty-Four

New York City, New York. 10:25 AM

From H. Styles (7:45 AM): Good morning love, how are you and the bean? I have some meetings with Jeff to go over some tour things and I will be done around 5, if it’s okay with you I would like to see you so we can talk, I owe you one massive apology. Please let me know at what time I can come over or not, it’s okay.

To H. Styles (11:30 AM): Dinner at 6, baby wants Five Guys

I sighed and put my phone down. After Harry left I took the time to cry and grieve some more, update my little journal and take care of me, which was very needed. It had been two days since I last spoke to him.

I decided to tidy up before he came, and then took a very hot long shower which was needed, after I was done it was already five thirty so I sat down to read and wait for Harry to get here. Just a few moments later I heard a knock at my door, looked through the peephole and saw Harry.

When I opened the door he was dressed cozily in some gym clothes, he had a bag from five guys, a bouquet of flowers and a pregnancy pillow under his arm, I smiled a little and let him in.

Harry. New York City, New York. 5:45 PM

I had finished a little earlier than expected so I decided to go ahead and hear to her house, not before stopping to pick up the pregnancy pillow I had bought and Jeff had kindly dropped off and to buy our dinner and some flowers for her.

When I got to her house and she opened the door I felt like I could breathe again, she looked a little better than the last time I saw her and she even smiled, she closed the door after letting me in and I immediately offered her the bouquet I had bought.

“Thank you, these are so beautiful”, “I am glad you like them, here let me put this down and help you”, I set the dinner and pregnancy pillow on her table and went to look for a vase from the flowers.

After we placed them in hallway table we were standing facing each other, I took a breath and whispered “Can I hug you?”, she nodded and I opened my arms, when she hugged me back I felt like a piece of me returned and I could finally breathe again.

I gave her a few kisses on the head and she nuzzled my neck, I guess old habits die hard. I wasn’t so sure how long we were like that but a few moments later we pulled apart and went to her kitchen, we ate in silence and she thanked me all throughout dinner for making her craving come true.

After dinner we settled on the living room, we both had a cup of tea and were sipping it slowly, “So, I bought you something that I know you will love”, I handed her the pregnancy pillow and she smiled

“Thank you Harry, you didn’t have to”, “Well it is my child the one causing trouble so this was the least I could do”, I shrugged and took another sip of my tea before setting it down on the coffee table and settled back on the couch.

“I also owe you an apology”, “Harry”, “Please Y/N, let me, you are right I always run and it is time for me to be a grown adult”, I turned to look at her.

“I am sorry, so sorry, I am sorry I made you feel like your feelings were not valid, that you aren’t heard or that your opinion doesn’t matter, because it does, it matters so so much”, I reached to squeeze her hand when I saw her get teary.

“I am sorry, again for the way I reacted after you were hospitalized, I know I have already apologized, but I feel the need to do so again, because I was a proper ass”, we both laughed a little.

“I am sorry if I have ever seemed closed off from you, because even if we’re not together I care for you, so deeply that I will always be there when you need me Y/N” I reached to wipe the tear falling from her eye.

“I forgive you H, everything is okay, and I promise to talk to you when I need to, and to never hold anything back again”, I then reached to hug her and kissed her temple multiple times, I wanted to make sure she knew how much I cared for her, how much I love her.

We settled to watch a movie, a hand of mine on her belly hoping that the baby would make itself known but we failed. When the clock showed it was already eleven I decided it was time to go, we started walking to the door and just before i left I turned to her and she gave me a smile.

“I just wanted to say something, and please keep it always present in your mind”, she nodded asking me to continue, “You and this baby will always be first for me, you are a package deal, and just as you said, I will do everything in my will power to make sure that you both are always safe and happy, no matter what”

August 23, 2021: Week Twenty-Four

New York City, New York. 2:30 AM

I was woken up by my phone ringing, when I turned to look at the clock and saw it was 2:30 AM my heart started beating so fast, I grabbed my phone and saw it was Harry and I answered quickly.

I could hear a sniffle and my heart plummeted, “H? What's wrong? Please talk to me”

“He's gone”, it took me a few seconds to process what he said, but when I did my heart broke: he, his hero, his best friend, his motivation, his companion. His grandfather. I started tearing up, “Oh Harry, I'm so sorry”

“I don't wanna be alone, I need you, please”, I chewed on my lips, he was vulnerable but I don't want to overstep my boundaries

“Want me to call Olivia?”, “No, I don't want her, I want you, I need you, please baby” I sighed, “Wanna come over or do you want me to go to yours?”

“Could you open your door for me?”, he was here? I untangled myself from the sheets and ran to the door, after hanging the phone and opening the door and turned just in time to catch him in my arms.

I closed the door and lead him to my room, where we settled in my bed and he sobbed, “Hey, it’s okay, let everything go”, I started running my hands through his hair hoping to calm him down and he squeezed me tighter, as if he was afraid I would disappear.

After a few moments I started to feel him calm down a little which in turn made me relax, with his asthma I didn’t want him to have an attack, his phone started ringing and he grabbed it to see who was calling, I saw Olivia’s name flash but he declined the call.

He was still hugging me when I asked him if he wanted some tea, he nodded and as I went to the kitchen to brew some, he said he would freshen up in the bathroom. I came back holding two mugs and i could see him holding something. It was a pendant given to him by his grandfather on his last birthday.

When he saw me, he dropped the pendant he was holding and grabbed the cup I was offering, and took a few sips to calm down, I sat in front of him and while drinking my tea I squeezed his knee as a way of saying I was there for him.

“Mum called me a few moments after it happened, said he passed in his sleep”, “He didn’t’ suffer H, he was so brave that he deserved to leave this Earth without pain”

“I wanted to travel for the funeral, but realistically speaking it won’t be easy, so I will be joining by Zoom, Mum wants to know if you would like to be there”, “Of course I would, he was an honorable man, I would love to be a part of it”

After he finished his tea I told him to get into bed and he looked at me hesitantly, but I assured him it would be fine, I plugged in his phone to charge and while he went to the bathroom I placed a flower delivery service for Anne, Gemma and another one for the funeral.

He came back and we settled in bed and I continued running my hands through his hair, I thought he had drifted off to sleep, but then he whispered, “I told him”, “Huh?” I then turned to look at him to find him already staring at me

“I told him I was having a baby, he asked me who the mother was and when I said your name he smiled so big, asked a lot of questions about how you were doing, how was your pregnancy going, even showed him the ultrasound and videos I had”

He smiled while reminiscing, “He was so excited to add another great grand baby along with Ella’s baby, mum said he talked nonstop about it”, I smiled and squeezed his hand, “I am so happy that you have these memories to remember him by H”

His green eyes found mines and he said “Thank you for being here for me, it truly means a lot Y/N”, “No need to thank me H, nobody deserves to grieve alone, and your family is really special to me, so I feel really sad too”

August 23, 2021: Week Twenty-Four

New York City, New York. 7:30 AM

When I opened my eyes I felt a pair of arms hugging me, as I woke up a little more I discovered that Harry was spooning me, I turned to look at the time and deiced to go ahead and start on breakfast, Harry had mentioned that the funeral would be at 10 Am our time and I still needed to get ready.

Getting out of Harry’s arms was harder than I thought it would be, but when I accomplished it I went into the kitchen and started cooking breakfast, after making a pit stop to the bathroom since this baby was using my bladder as a pillow.

My phone started ringing as I was finishing mixing the eggs and I saw it was Jeff so I answered, “Hey you, good morning”, “Hello love, how is he doing?”, I suppose Harry told him he would be here.

“How do you know he’s here?”, “Honest? It was a hunch”, we both laughed a little, “He’s still sleeping, probably will have to wake him up soon, he let me know the service would be at ten”

“Do you know if he plans to come to his apartment?”, “Actually, I was about to call you to see if you could help me”, “Fire away”

We spoke for a few more moments before he hung up and I finished preparing breakfast and just as I was about to go get Harry he came out, I gave him a small smile and offered a cup of coffee which he took and thanked me before taking a sip.

“So, Jeff called me, wanted to check in”, he nodded, “Come on let’s eat”, we sat down and started eating the breakfast I had prepared, honestly I was so thankful that my appetite had returned after the last few weeks.

“How about you shower while I do the dishes huh? Then we’ll go to your house for the service okay?”, he nodded and I turned to the sink, before I could turn the water on he reached for me and hugged me, that took me by surprise but I hugged him back and I heard him whisper thank you.

At about quarter to nine we left my house and made our way back to his apartment, Jeff texted me that he was already there and everything was ready, I knew it would be hard for Harry to be far away from his family so in wanted to make something special for him.

Harry. New York City, New York. 10:00 AM

When the elevator opened I felt my heart beat faster and my eyes water, my living room table was flooded with pictures from my gramps, there were some with me, some with mom, Gem and all our family, there were also some flowers all around.

Jeff came out of the kitchen and gave me a hug and his condolences, I told them I would go change and when I went into my room I found a box in my bed, I opened it and started tearing up, it was a framed picture of my gramp and me, a little note fell and I picked it up to read it

Maybe you can show bean this picture while telling them all the great stories about your gramps, with love, -Y/N

I looked at the picture again and smiled a little before placing it on my nightstand and changing, while I was walking out of my bedroom I heard Jeff speaking to someone which was weird, when I got to the living room I stopped in my tracks.

“Liv?”, “What are you doing here?”, they both turned and Olivia ran to hug me while Jeff stood there with an unreadable expression, “Baby I was so worried, you weren’t answering your phone and I knew I had to be here with you”

She hugged me and I hugged her back, I started looking around for Y/N, Jeff noticed it and he pointed to the bathroom, when the door opened Olivia pulled back and she stood straighter, Y/N looked surprised and I wanted to disappear.

Y/N was the first one to break the silence “Hey Olivia, how are you?”, “Y/N, nice to see you”, she nodded, the tension was high and Jeff diced to break it, “Hey Y/N, mind helping me with something quickly?”, she nodded and they walked to the living room.

Olivia turned to look at me and asked “Is that why you weren’t answering the phone?”, “What do you mean?”, she scoffed, “Don’t play dumb Harry, what is she doing here?”, I rolled my eyes, not again, “My mom invited her, she was a big part of my grandpa’s life, are you really going to cause a scene today?”

She sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, how are you?”, “Sad, but I feel in peace that he isn’t suffering anymore”, she gave me another hug. We walked to the living room and I went to set up the Zoom call.

When my mum answered I could see that she had been crying, which in turn made me tear up, “Hi mum”, “Hi baby, you look handsome”, “Thanks mum, you look beautiful too”, Gemma then walked into the picture and we said hello.

“Hey H, is Y/N there? We want to thank her for the flowers”, my heart started beating faster, she sent them flowers?, I called her and then went into the kitchen, Olivia went to my room to leave her bags and Jeff was already there.

He nodded to a beautiful arrangement on the kitchen island, “She sent you those, sent the same ones to your family”, I nodded and went to smell them, how can she be so sweet after everything we have gone through? well that’s Y/N for you guys.

She then came looking for us because the service was starting, al throughout the only thing I wanted was for her to hug me, but I had Olivia here, however her hugs weren’t the ones I needed. After the service we chatted for my family for a little bit, I found it odd that they didn’t ask about the pregnancy but let it go, she left with Jeff a little after nine and for some strange reason I felt lonelier than I had before.

August 26, 2021: Week Twenty-Five

New York City, New York. 7.30 PM

Harry was leaving back for LA tomorrow so he asked if we could have dinner before he left and I said yes, I was currently waiting for him to pick me up so we could get to our reservations, Olivia had left yesterday and Jeff said he would be busy picking up last minute tour things.

When he knocked my door I grabbed my bag and mask and went to open it, he looked so good in those yellow pants, “Hello darling, you ready to go?”, “Hi, yes I am, let me just lock the door”

When we arrived at the restaurant I was so happy he had chosen Chinese food, I was craving some dumplings and this restaurant had the best ones, after seating down and ordering our drinks we started a casual conversation about anything and everything.

“So, you ready for tour?”, he smiled a little, “Very excited, can’t believe it is finally here, speaking of, I wanted to ask you something”, “Okay…”, “Would you please come to the first concert? It would mean a lot to me and the band of course to see you there, and I want you to meet Pauli, Niji and Elin”, I was shocked, I know o would have eventually attended a concert but thought it would be the New York ones.

I stayed silent for a few moments pondering my answer, I did miss Sarah and Mitch and Nyoh, and I definitely wanted to see little man before he grew up too much, but I also remembered that Olivia would be there and I don’t wanna make her uncomfortable.

As if Harry could sense my apprehension he said “Would Glenne promising to bring you some chocolate chip cookies be enough of a bribe?”, he smiled coyly and I laughed, after we calmed down, I sighed before speaking, “On one condition”, Which is?”, “I am flying commercial”, he thought for a moment

“Let it be first class and we have a deal”

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Gonna put this under a readmore to spare you all the novel lol

Back when I first started watching Marvel movies, phase 2 had already started (I caught up in time to see TDW in theaters) and for reasons that are going into my memoir, Loki clicked for me as soon as I saw him on screen. I hyperfixated. I drew so much art and wrote fanfiction and I even sculpted a scale replica Chitauri scepter in my high school art class (which my art teacher broke. twice. and I’ve never forgiven her).

And the fandom felt very close-knit, at least where I found my place in it, because it was kind of cringe to be so invested in a villain? I was one of those kids that frequented the imagine-loki blog and was very much infatuated with the idea of “I have very few friends and my family is abusive and I feel so alone, and the thought that a villain who’s mean to everyone would care enough to be nice to me of all people is getting me through my awkward teenage years.”

I grew up, and my Loki fandom mutuals gradually deactivated, abandoned their blogs, or moved on to other fandoms. A lot of them moved to Twitter, which I never really figured out. Around the time I started college, I was reading more actual Norse myths and figuring out I wasn’t cis and it was nice to see fans interpreting MCU!Loki and gender-fluid more akin to myth!Loki. My favorite guy was just like me for real.

I was pretty good at curating my online experience, so if I ever saw things that upset me, I just blocked and moved on, or filtered the tag, or otherwise removed it from my online spaces. Then Civil War happened, and I took a hiatus from tumblr entirely, because there was So Much Negativity in the greater MCU fandom that I just needed a break from everything. I’ve always liked Iron Man in the MCU, and I was tired of seeing people making moral judgements about people based on which fictional characters they liked. When I cut out tumblr, I cut out the remnants of my connections to the Loki fandom.

I came back, unfollowed a lot of people, and got busy with other fandoms (namely a certain reboot of an old anime that had one of the most toxic fandoms I’ve ever been in and shall remain unnamed but iykyk 😂) but I had a few Loki fics I was still following. I was kind of detached from the fandom at large at that point. I was reading on Ao3 and I published a single fic.

I saw Ragnarok in theaters with my friends. They all loved it. In the moment, I didn’t have a bad experience per se, I laughed a lot and had a good time being out with my friends, but I felt a sort of twinge in my chest seeing most of what was happening to Loki. It wasn’t my favorite movie. I liked the tone of the first two Thor movies. This was so drastically different that I didn’t really feel a connection between it and the previous two.

And everyone I heard talking about it was celebrating that Loki finally got to be chaotic and silly and a trickster and I was like… I guess? It felt alienating. I was already falling out of love with the MCU. Now I didn’t even have my favorite franchise to keep me around.

I saw Black Panther four times in theaters. The fourth time, my local theater had their first showing of Infinity War at 6 pm on release day, so I got a ticket to see Black Panther that afternoon and went right into Infinity War at 6. I dressed up in all of my Loki gear. I was ready. I was so excited. I still had faith in the MCU.

I finally made my exit from the MCU fandom as a whole when Loki had five minutes of screen time in Infinity War, and I read online that they killed off Iron Man and Black Widow in Endgame, so I didn’t bother watching it. The spell was broken.

I promised myself that I would watch the Loki series when it came out, because he was my favorite, and I was willing to give it a chance. I was already pretty far removed from the fandom, but I tentatively dipped my metaphorical toes back in, and I didn’t last long. I made it through four episodes of the Sylvie show before I gave up.

I’ve never been harassed for my thoughts on Ragnarok, mostly because I’ve been too afraid of the current climate to interact with anyone or really post any of my thoughts. In real life I’ve dared to say that the MCU has sloppy writing with no continuity when their original whole selling point was continuity, and friends have dismissed it with “is it bad writing or do you just not like it?” Like, I’m not a professional writer, but I do have a decade of developing my skill behind me so far, so I think I’m allowed to say I’m at least somewhat knowledgeable on the subject 😂

So yeah. I’m scared to interact with anyone in the fandom anymore, whether I agree with them or not 😅

Hey, so I'm planning on making a video essay about why the Loki fandom is such a miserable place to be right now and I was wondering if you guys would be willing to explain your experience in the Loki fandom, good and bad, and how it's changed over time.

I don't care if your og, series, or Ragnarok or all of them, I just want to know*. And if you could reblog so this can reach more people, I would appreciate that. :)

*And to be clear, if any of you bully or harrass each other, there will be biting. Everyone is (at least a little) miserable, so let's talk about that neutrally, okay? Thanks! <3

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Eat Your Words | Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Female Reader

A/N:  It is Tom’s birthday!  My third one here celebrating.  And boy did I bring the filth.  Please read the warnings. And huge shoutout to @frostbitten-written​ for giving me the plot idea!  You are a smut sister of the first order!!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Reader

Summary:  You mercilessly tease your husband about how amazing Loki is and how good he would be in bed.  You never realized that could be a reality.

Warnings: SMUT, sexual acts include: vaginal sex, anal sex, masturbation, anal fingering, double penetration (mouth and vagina, vagina and ass), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of voyeurism, a small bit of m/m kissing, cursing, aftercare, vaginal fingering

Taglists are open! Let me know if you wanted to be added to my tag list!!  Thank you for reading!

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Tom knew about your not-so-secret obsession. You were a horrid liar and more so talking in your sleep.

“What are you reading, darling?” Tom tried peeking over your shoulder, but you slam the laptop shut.

“How about mind your business, Hiddleston?” You scrunched your nose at him.

“So more Loki porn.” he smirked as he walked past.

“The word is smut. And no.” You stared him down and he stared right back at you, leaning over the arm of the sofa. He raised an eyebrow. You squirmed in place. “It was fan art.”

“Cock or no cock?”

You grew hot. “Cock.” you threw a pillow. “Happy?”

Tom caught the pillow in the air and placed it back on the couch.

“No. How many times do I have to tell you to not throw the pillows?” His face broke out into a wide grin before plopping on the couch. “What is your fascination with Loki, darling? You realize I play Loki?” He clutched his chest. “If I wasn’t so self-assured, I might become jealous.”

You set your laptop down and sat up, rubbing his thigh. “Darling, I’m sorry…” Tom turned and smiled at you. “… but there is no way you can compare to Loki.” You burst into giggles and took off running, Tom fast behind you. He crouched down at the entrance to where the stairs are. The only thing between you and freedom was your husband.

“Take it back.” he growled.

“No. You are impressive, Tom. But Loki has the cock of a god.”

“One of these days you are going to have to eat your words.” Tom’s face broke out into a grin.

“Make me, Hiddleston.” you grinned back, bouncing back and forth.

He stood up, smile gone. “You don’t really want that, darling. Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, what, you have Loki staying in the spare bedroom?” you mocked. “Get real, honey. Loki is a fiction and you are the man who plays him. You are my husband and I love you, but no one could fuck me like a god.”

Tom sighed. “I warned you, darling. If I catch you this time, I will show no mercy.” He chuckled. “And neither will he.” he muttered under his breath.

You barreled towards him before attempting to duck under his arm as you shoved all your body weight against him. Tom rolled his eyes and easily lifted you onto his shoulder.

“Put me down, Tom!” You pounded your fists against his back.

He carried you up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, dropping you onto the bed and walking towards a chair in the corner.

“Why am I here, Tom?” you glanced around.

Tom gestured to the other side of the room. “Ask your boyfriend.” he smirked.

You spun around to see a flash of light dissipate in the air. To find Loki standing there. In full armor.

“Now Thomas,” his voice deep and resonant. “We haven’t officially discussed my title.” he smirked as he strolled to where you are sitting.

Loki hooked a finger under your chin and took you in.

“What do you think?” Tom asked from the corner. He shifted in his seat. “She’s feisty.”

“Excuse you?” you snapped back. “I don’t know what you think you are playing at Hiddleston, but…” You stood, wagging your finger at him. Loki snatched your wrist, pulling you back against him.

“You married well, Thomas.” Loki hummed. Tom smiled from his chair. Loki cupped your cheek. “Very well.”

As he pressed you against his torso, you noticed Loki’s erection hard against you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off… again.

“Tell me, pet.” His fingers ran down from your temple to your chin. “Is this how you imagined it?”

Your brow furrowed. “Imagine what?” You pushed away from him, only to slam back against Tom. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is…”

“Enough!” Loki yelled and turned away. “I know all about what you say about me, dove.” He settled into the chair once occupied. “How you read stories about my prowess in bed.” He took off his boots and wrist guard. “Drooled over art of my cock.” With a flick of the wrist, he removed his tunic and armor, leaving himself in just his trousers. He leaned forward licking his lips. “Dreamed of me fucking you.”

You gasped and glared at Tom. “YOU TOLD HIM!?”

“Not that he needed to.” Loki shifted in his seat and lowered his trousers just enough to pop his cock free. “Any hacker could find your browser history. And reading stories about being fucked by me and your darling Thomas…” Loki clicked his tongue as he stroked his shaft. “… naughty.”

Tom reached over and cupped your face. “Is this the fantasy, darling? Me AND him?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just say the word.”

You stared up at him and then your eyes trailed down to find Tom sporting a raging hard on. You shifted your weight and peeked around Tom to spy Loki still stroking himself. He gave you a wink.

“I don’t have all day.” Loki called out.

You had to admit the thought of the whole scenario was too erotic for words. Your mouth was suddenly dry, all the moisture in your body, pooled elsewhere.

“Yes.” you nodded.

Tom smiled and leaned in to kiss you, slipping your straps down off your shoulders. You reached out and cupped his cock through his jeans. A flash of light covered you and Tom, causing your clothes to disappear.

“Much better.” Loki growled from his seat, now naked as well. He motioned the two of you towards the bed. “Go on. Entertain me. Show me how well you fuck your wife.” His lips curled into a devious grin.

Tom eased you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. He could sense your nerves. “Just think of it like when we met on set. And my modesty sock fell off?”

You chuckled and nodded. Tom nipped at the spot behind your ear and you let loose a soft gasp. His hands traveled down to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipple into a hard pebble.

Loki grunted through his teeth.

“Darling…” Tom moaned, twisted so you were on top. His fingers find your folds wet. “Wet already?”

“Of course she is.” Loki commented, he stood and walked towards the bed. He ran his hand down your back and cupped your ass before slipping down, plunging a long finger inside of you.

He hummed. “Thomas, if you don’t move things along, I may just take her myself and make you watch.”

“Why don’t you both take me right now?” you purred, placing kisses along Tom’s neck and chest while Loki curled his finger inside of you and Tom lazily played with your clit.

“What a splendid idea, pet.” Loki commented. “The best idea I’ve heard so far.” He grabbed you by the waist and hauled you up, placing you on the bed on all fours.

Tom shifted around to be behind you, smoothing his hands over your ass. He bent over to whisper in your ear.

“Remember darling, how you commented about the cock of a god?”

You noticed Loki kneeling in front of her. His cock dripped pre cum from the tip. He was big, even bigger than Tom.

“Fuck me….” you hissed. Tom pushed into you with a snap.

“As you wish, darling. But now it is also time to eat your words.”

Your jaw dropped open to snap back at Tom, when Loki pushes his cock into his mouth.

You groaned against his cock, gagging slightly as he pushed most of his impressive length down her throat.

Loki groaned. “Thomas, she is exquisite. Why have you been hiding her away?”

Tom gripped your hips and snapped against you. “The same reason I hide everything away from you. I don’t want to share.”

You moaned as they thrusted into you in conjunction. Loki was more forceful than Tom. You hollowed your cheeks to suck off Loki.

“You’ve never had a problem sharing before.” Loki growled and pulled Thomas towards him, leaning over you by the scruff of his neck.

Loki’s lips pressed against Tom’s and he moaned. Loki pulled Tom’s head forward and slipped his tongue into Tom’s mouth. Tom groaned as he did the same.

You overheard the lips smacking and the mental image tipped you over the edge and you screamed around Loki’s cock and clenched hard around Tom, shuddering.

Loki pulled away and chuckled. He lifted your face to stare at him. “Did you cum little pet at the sounds of me making out with our dear Thomas?” Loki averted his eyes to stare at Thomas, who had pulled out of you, blushing. “What a naughty girl.” He shifted to lie back on the pillows. “My turn, Thomas.”

Thomas grunted. “She’s not prepared for me yet.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at him. “Whose problem is that?” Loki spread his legs wide. “Come here, pet, and ride me.”

You crawled over to Loki and straddled his hips. You grabbed his cock and lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh god…” you moaned as you settled against his thighs.

“Yes I am.” He gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth.

Tom stared at Loki. “Can you at least hand me that bottle?” He gestured at the bottle of lube on one pillow.

Your eyes widened. “You’re not going to…”

Loki magicked the bottle into Thomas’s hand. He squirted some on his fingers.

“You’ve been training, haven’t you? Wearing the plug I got you?” Tom’s hand slid between your cheeks, massaged your tight entrance, pressed you against Loki’s chest. “Or is that something else you have been lying to me about?��� He slowly sunk his well lubed finger into your ass.

“FUCK…” you hissed. Tom stilled as did Loki to allow you to adjust.

After a few moments, Loki gave you ass a soft smack. “Pet…”

You rocked up and down on him as Tom slowly plunged his finger in and out of you. Soon he added a second one and you cursed again as he scissored them inside of you, opening you up.

“If you would train properly, this would be easier.”

Loki cupped your face. “And next time it will be me.” He kissed your lips. “Although I must say, fucking your cunt is a treat. So wet and tight.” He growled.

Tom pulled out his fingers and squirted out some more lube and ran his hand along his shaft.

“Loki…” Tom gave the god a knowing glance.

“Right…” He pulled you tight against him and kissed you with a passion. His fingers found your clit and stroked it.

Tom eased into you, he panted when he was fully seated against your ass. You were so incredibly tight around him.

“My god… darling… why have we… Loki….” Tom threw his head back when he gently thrusted into you.

Loki released your lips softly, a small trail of saliva connecting your two lips. Your eyes locked for a moment and you saw it, those same kind eyes. Loki smiled which turned to a smirk and soon he was full on grinning.

He bucked his hips and gasped. “You clenched even tighter around me.” He leaned down to purr in your ear. “Let’s see how you milk my cock as you come undone.”

The two of them alternated thrusting into you. Soon you were reduced to a whimpering moaning mess. The only words you knew were “yes” and “don’t stop.” Soon your orgasm washed over you, stronger than ever before.

“FUCK!” you screamed in a now hoarse voice. You spasmed and clenched around both of them before your vision went white.

“Ah… AH!” Loki moaned as he thrusted twice before spilling inside of you. Tom soon followed with a deep grunt, filling your other hole.

You fell against Loki’s chest, sweaty and spent. Loki smoothed down your hair. “You were exquisite, pet.”

Tom crawled beside the two of you, rubbing your back. “You did so well, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek and lips and then pecked Loki’s lips.

“Hmm…” you hummed, still coming down for your high. “Thank you.”

Loki pushed the two of you up and leaned you into Tom’s arms. “Why don’t the two of you get cleaned up and meet me downstairs?” He licked his lips, taking in your form. “We have much to discuss.”