#they also love angus very much but you knew that

[hivemuthur]

The Game of Teaching Body - Ch. 5.

viktorxfemale!reader mature! (for now, I will mark later chapters as explicit when the time comes)

AU university, AU modern era, slow burn, frenemies to lovers, teasing, pinning, banter, eventual romance and therefore smut, Viktor is simultaneously a menace and needs a hug, TA Viktor

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.6. | Ch.7. | Ch.8. | Ch.9. | Ch.10. | Ch.11. | Ch.12.

word count: 5,4K

tag: #the game of teaching body

summary: Viktor discovers this thing called feelings and doesn't like it. Also a small tw, as he is a bit mean in this chapter. Another also: if you read my other multichapter, you will discover that Angus and Ambrose travel through all my AUs as cameos :') Besides that, I am slowly learning how to phase out the use of Y/N, so with each chapter there will be less and less.

Cross-posted on AO3 + POV3rd Person Version

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You sat cross-legged on your bed, absentmindedly picking at the seam of your pyjama bottoms as Sue knelt by the bed frame, painting her nails. You knew you had to tell her, especially after almost an entire week of brooding, miserable sighs, and coming up with new expert ways to avoid Viktor.

“So… it was about him all this time? I should’ve known,” Sue said, her tone analytical, as though piecing together all of your encounters with Viktor since the beginning of the year. When she thought about it with her science brain, it all slotted together seamlessly, though the crease in her brow betrayed her concern.

You gave a small huff. “Even I didn’t know,” you said quietly, though who were you kidding? You knew—you just didn’t want to admit it. The truth was, Viktor’s rejection had been a big blow. Not because you didn’t handle rejection well—you were usually the one doing the rejecting, as frankly, people terrified you most of the time. You felt bad for underestimating him. You had presumed Viktor was lonely and would welcome someone willing to get to know him better.

You’d been oblivious to all the hungry glances he received in the corridors, the girls giggling as he passed by them with his nose in a book. The way people looked at him when he was flushed from alcohol, his accent slurring slightly, occasionally drawing words in his native language.

You were also oblivious to how all those things about him made you feel, and you kept telling yourself you had a special intellectual connection that came before all of that. And it was a terrible lie, because when you thought of him now, the first things that came to mind were his long fingers, the way he formulated sentences, and his long eyelashes.

“Earth to Y/N?” Sue’s voice snapped you out of the palace of your mind. “Have you tried talking to him?”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips quirked into a reluctant smile. “Yes, and it went dandy. He told me he got carried away, and I told him he was a wanker. We shook on it and lived happily ever after.”

“Y/N, don’t do that with me.” Sue placed her hand on your foot, smearing some of her freshly painted nails on the bedsheet in the process. “I’m sorry I left you alone. I didn’t know it was—this big.”

“I’m only telling you about this now because I’m only able to talk about it now. You wouldn’t have been able to do much before,” you said, offering her a reassuring smile. “Besides…” You trailed off, looking down at your hands. “I’m glad at least one of us is happy.”

“What did Hale say?” Sue asked, curious to know what kind of ancient wisdom Hale had stored up for the event of a heartbreak.

“Oh, he doesn’t know yet,” you whined, hiding your head in your knees. “He has a very scary dad side that I’m not ready to unleash just yet.” Seeing the questioning look on her face, you added, “Sue, I can see him in my head going to Viktor to have a chat about hurting the love of his life. I don’t think I can handle that yet. Besides…” You sighed reluctantly. “It’s Hale who keeps telling me I’m the queen of the world when I’m clearly not.”

“Alright, that’s just unhealthy. You are a fucking queen of the world. Not even a month ago you did an impromptu guest star spot in a musical in front of, like, five hundred people.” It was much less than that, but Sue wasn’t very good with numbers. “And seeing you turning inside out over some sad fart makes my skin crawl.”

“Is that what we’re calling him now? Sad fart?” you chuckled despite yourself. You weren’t entirely sold on the “fart” part, but you couldn’t shake Viktor’s sad image from that evening in the lab. The way he’d looked so tired and flinched every time you snapped at him. The way his brows furrowed, and he lowered his eyes. The way he’d tried to stop you, and you wouldn’t let him.

Sue’s hand moved to your knee. “Yes. Sad fart it is,” she grinned at you shyly. “How long do you need before I take you out, shower you in love and compliments, and find you a cute boy to hang out with to make Viktor’s blood boil?”

“Give me twenty minutes,” you sighed, watching Sue’s eyebrows waggle at you.

She didn’t find you a boy, but the two of you got ridiculously drunk that night and danced around in the courtyard fountain to Kate Bush, still in your pyjamas. A few lights in the building flickered on, including the one in the TA’s office—though neither of you noticed. It was obscenely cold, and a security guard tried to chase you down campus as you hid under the workbench in the lab. You returned to your room wet and giggling, minus one of your shoes.

***

A week later, the pub was packed with students blowing off steam before the next round of assignments loomed. You sipped your cider as Hale leaned across you to steal a handful of crisps, Sue laughing at his antics. You’d run into Viktor, Jayce, and Mel, and decided to act like an adult by accepting Mel’s invitation to your group’s usual spot by the fireplace.

“See, Viktor, this is where you go wrong,” Mel teased from across the bowl of breadsticks, wagging her finger at him. “You never give us the gossip. Jayce and I are still waiting to hear who left that very telling mark on your lip.”

Jayce grinned, raising his pint. “Yeah, man. We were taking bets. I was sure it’d be some PhD student. Mel thinks it was a theatre kid.”

Viktor’s smile was tight, his fingers curling around his glass. “I assure you, it’s nothing worth betting on.” He couldn’t think of anything worse happening in this moment.

“Very mysterious,” Mel sang, her eyes narrowing. “Did you actually kiss someone, or did you just hit yourself in a drunken slur?” She pushed too far this time, as Jayce hissed and pressed a hand to her shoulder, signalling her to back off before Viktor snapped her neck.

You smirked, hiding it behind your drink. It was almost satisfying watching Viktor squirm under Mel’s playful interrogation. Almost. But the mention of it “not being worth betting on” made your stomach twist slightly. Before you could think of a cutting remark to add, a voice interrupted.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see a tall, sandy-haired student standing by your group, his expression nervous but determined. You blinked in recognition.

“Angus, right?” He exhaled in relief, probably because he wasn’t prepared to remind you how the two of you might have known each other. Encouraged, he crouched to level with you.

“Yeah. I, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks colouring. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something since Open Days, but I never got the chance.” He hesitated, glancing nervously at your friends.

Hale raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the show. He had learned about the mishap with Viktor shortly after Sue. He’d made a dramatic fuss about being the second to receive the news, swore revenge on the vile "sad fart" who had hurt the love of his life, and promised to keep you safe till the end of his days.

“I was wondering if you’d like to grab coffee sometime?” Angus finished, his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck.

Your lips parted in surprise. You glanced at Sue, who gave you a subtle nod of encouragement. “Sure,” you said, smiling. “That sounds nice.” Actually, what the hell. You could have coffee with Angus.

Angus beamed, pulling out his phone. You gave him your number, aware of Mel’s approving smirk from across the table. As Angus walked away, Mel leaned in. “Finally, someone with taste. Well done.”

You laughed lightly, but your gaze flickered to Viktor. His expression was carefully neutral, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable. A moment later, he stood. “I think I’ll call it a night,” he said, tapping his cane against the floor. “Leg’s acting up.”

“Aw, come on,” Jayce said. “You’ve only had one drink!”

“Some of us value our health, Jayce,” Viktor replied, his tone dry. “I’ll see you all in class.”

As he was leaving, you caught the stiff line of his shoulders and the slight unevenness of his gait. For a moment, you considered following him, but you stayed put.

Viktor walked back to the dorm, the clinking of his cane against the tile floor echoing in the quiet hallway. His mind was far from the dimly lit pub he’d just left behind. No, it was still wrapped around the conversation, the questions, and that damn mark on his lip. The one that made his heart sink the day he woke up to find it had faded completely. It should have been nothing. Nothing more than a harmless tease from Mel, a drunken mistake he could brush off with a wry smile. Yet, it lingered in his mind, gnawing at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

Who left the mark on my lip?

The question had come out of nowhere, but it felt like it had pierced right through the veneer of calm he usually wore. Viktor had been careful, so careful about keeping his emotions in check, about staying distant. But every time someone mentioned the kiss—the touch—it reminded him of something he couldn’t define.

He paused outside his dorm room door, staring at the worn wood as his hand hovered over the knob.

What did I expect?

He had spent years learning to shut off the noise, to keep his focus solely on his work. He had indulged in a few distractions in the past, each one a failure. Yet, every time you were near, it was like something else tugged at him, pulling him off course. It had started with your questions in class, your jokes, the way you always seemed to say just the right thing—or just the wrong thing, depending on how one looked at it. You were the kind of person who got under his skin without even trying, and Viktor hated it.

He entered the room, tossing his coat onto the chair by his desk and walking over to the window. The city lights below flickered in the distance, the sounds of the busy campus fading as he closed the blinds. He sank into the armchair by the window, resting his cane beside him.

Angus.

The thought of him—that stupid student asking you out so casually—caused a familiar tightness in Viktor’s chest. There was no reason for him to feel threatened. He didn’t care about your personal life, didn’t care who you decided to spend time with. Yet, the image of you smiling at Angus—so effortlessly, so innocently—made something shift deep inside him.

The way he’d felt leaving the pub, the way his muscles had tightened when you accepted the offer to grab coffee with Angus, was all so... foreign to him. He wasn’t supposed to care. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything.

But Viktor had learned long ago that desire wasn’t so easily suppressed.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the silence of the room thick and suffocating. His mind wandered back to the pub, to the way you had laughed with your friends, how your smile had lit up the room when Angus had approached you. He hadn’t expected it to affect him this much. He had expected to walk out, let it go, but instead, he’d felt something stir in him—a jealousy, perhaps? But why? You weren’t his.

The stupid part of Viktor wanted to fight back. To make you squirm and run back to him, so this time it would be him who left a mark on your lips and left you to deal with Mel’s questions. He wanted to make your face go flush red as he teased you about how much you’d enjoyed your performance in the lab with Sue. He would push your buttons, tease you out of your mind—but that was it. Keep you at arm’s length.

Stop this.

But the thought only lasted for a moment before his mind drifted once more to you—your strange talents, your sharp wit, the way your eyes seemed to challenge him whenever they crossed paths. You were a puzzle, a mystery he couldn’t solve. And the more he tried to distance himself, the more intrigued he became.

He pushed himself to his feet, leaning on the cane as he crossed the room to his desk, where his textbooks lay open. The distractions were easy enough to find—work, studies, the endless grind of the lab. But tonight, he wasn’t sure if any of it would be enough to quiet the storm raging inside his mind.

***

You carefully adjusted the pipette, trying to focus, but Sue’s chatter kept sending jolts of disturbance through your brain. You were still a bit jumpy, and avoiding Viktor was still a thing. Unfortunately, today was his class.

“Are you going to tell me anything about Angus, hm?” Sue mused, propping her chin on her hand, her voice drifting in and out as she worked. “He has a slight accent, no?” She set her samples down, waiting for a response from you. When none came, Sue’s mind drifted, and she asked an absent-minded question into space. “I wonder where Viktor’s accent’s from.”

You barely registered Sue’s words as you focused on your task. You set the pipette down, your mind drifting to Viktor because of your friend. All you wanted to do was sigh—the man was still a sad fart.

“Czech,” you muttered absentmindedly, tapping the edge of the flask with a frown on your forehead.

Sue blinked, glancing over at you. “Czech? How do you know that?”

You shrugged, your attention still fixed on the exercise. “I have ears.” Your voice was dry, tinged with something sharper. “And he’s got that... all-knowing, ‘life is hard where I come from’ Slavic man attitude.” You snorted, the bitterness slipping out more than you’d intended.

“I guess that makes sense… oh crap, careful!” Sue instantly wished she hadn’t mentioned Viktor at all.

You didn’t have time to respond before you misjudged the tilt of the vial and knocked over the alkaline solution. Your hand shot out instinctively to catch it, but you winced as it splashed across your skin, a burning sensation searing through your palm.

“Shit,” you hissed, immediately pulling your hand back.

“That’s going to burn.” The voice was cold and precise—Viktor, standing directly behind you. You hadn’t noticed him approach.

He stood there, his cane resting lightly against the counter, his amber eyes fixed on your hand.

“Focus and coordination would serve you better in the lab than... ears,” Viktor said, his tone dry, though not unkind.

You winced again as the pain spread across your hand, and you looked up at him, still trying to shake off the surprise. “Great. Just great.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, glancing at the vial you’d knocked over. “What did you spill?”

“This,” you replied, your voice tinged with frustration as you pointed toward the workbench with your chin. “Sorry, I got distracted,” you sighed, feeling defeated.

Viktor’s lips twisted into something like a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Distracted. Of course.” Is it Angus who keeps you distracted? A snarky thought pushed itself into his brain.

He stepped closer, his movements precise as he gently guided you toward the back room for first aid. You felt a twinge of discomfort as you walked, the sting of the burn reminding you of your mistake. Viktor’s presence was unnerving, to say the least, his focus intense as he prepared the supplies.

When you reached the office, Viktor carefully set to work. He adjusted the temperature and beckoned you to the sink. His hands brushed lightly against your skin as he held it under lukewarm water. You bit your lip, trying to focus on anything but the sensation of his fingers on your hand.

“Should’ve been more careful,” he muttered, his voice quiet but firm as he gently dabbed at the burn. You let out an annoyed sigh and rolled your eyes at him. The cool water on your skin felt like a relief, but the occasional touch of his fingers sent a strange, electric shiver through you. It was all very sudden after days of avoiding each other and pretending there was no elephant in the room.

He hummed lightly, continuing to treat the burn with a careful hand. After a few moments, he glanced up at you. “Why weren’t you wearing gloves?”

“I said, I got distracted,” you repeated, your voice quiet and tight with frustration.

Viktor’s lips quirked into a slight smile. “And what distracts you so? Angus? Or is it my accent?”

“Please stop,” you muttered, your pride and your hand both hurting now. “You’re not funny.”

There was a long pause. Viktor’s touch, though still efficient, had softened. His fingers were careful as he applied ointment to your burn, his movements deliberate, as if sensing the shift in you. He applied pressure to the heel of your palm, then gently played with your fingers.

“Why didn’t you wear gloves?” he repeated, his voice lower now, as if the question weren’t really about the gloves anymore.

You glanced at him, feeling oddly exposed, your heart speeding up slightly. You didn’t know why you had answered so quickly before, but now the silence felt heavy. His fingers were too close, too intimate, and his gaze was locked onto yours with an intensity that made the air in your throat feel thick. Why was he suddenly letting his touch linger longer than necessary? After making sure to push you away—no, not push you away, but keep you at arm's length, as if said arm was the length of the equator.

“I—” you started, your voice catching in your throat. You bit your lip, then involuntarily glanced toward his lips—barely a second, but enough to make your pulse quicken. Immediately, you scolded yourself in your mind. Girl, get a grip. But Viktor was completely unreadable. His face remained a mask of calm, yet you could’ve sworn there was something flickering in his eyes. Was it amusement? You couldn’t tell, and it drove you insane.

The silence stretched between you again, gooey, slow, almost suffocating. You dared not look up at him, but you could feel his gaze weighing down on you like a tangible thing. Your mind was running a mile a minute, trying to decipher his motives, his intent, but it was no use. He was too good at hiding whatever was behind that steady, unreadable exterior.

Viktor took a sharp breath and reached for the bandages, and you almost whined at the loss of contact. You hadn’t realized how much his touch had steadied some part of you until it was gone. Viktor smirked under his nose, amused, seeing the way you visibly relaxed when his hands found yours again.

“How did you know I was Czech?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and something more playful, like he was enjoying this little game you’d somehow stumbled into.

You blinked at him in surprise, momentarily thrown off balance by his tone. “I... can recognize some Slavic accents.”

Viktor tilted his head slightly, his amber eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression. “And where are you from, Y/N?” His voice had an edge of genuine curiosity, but a challenge lingered in it. Make her squirm.

You raised an eyebrow, masking your sudden unease with a smirk, feeling a flicker of irritation at how easily he seemed to disarm you. You threw him a bait, not realizing it was he who was the hunter. “Guess. I’ll give you three questions.”

Viktor’s eyes lit up, his lips curling into a small, amused smile. He was clearly enjoying himself now, the opportunity to ask something personal laid before him. “Favourite food from home?”

“Pierogi,” you answered without hesitation, though the word felt like a small, sharp confession. You quickly added, “Don’t overthink it.” It was bizarre that you were talking about this now.

His gaze sharpened as he processed your answer. His eyes narrowed just slightly, and a gleam of realization flashed in them. “You’re Polish.” He thought to himself, I should have known.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to guess it so quickly. “Half-Polish. But yes. Impressive,” you said, leaning back slightly, a bit thrown off. “You’ve got two questions left.”

Viktor studied you for a moment, the mischievous gleam in his eyes never quite fading. He seemed to enjoy how off-balance you looked. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he asked innocently, “And who’s your favourite TA?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the questions. You hadn’t expected him to ask something so pointed. “Uh... despite everything, you,” you said, your voice faltering for just a moment. You quickly averted your gaze, trying to mask the sudden awkwardness that swept over you.

Viktor smirked, clearly delighted by your response. “Flattery won’t get you far,” he said, his tone teasing, but there was a softness to it.

You straightened, meeting his gaze again, your expression firm, though you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “I think I’m being honest.” You chose not to elaborate on why, as it was a revelation to you as well.

Viktor’s amusement flickered for a moment, and his gaze softened slightly. He studied you for a few beats, the tension between you palpable as he took in the way your jaw tightened, the slight flush on your cheeks. Then his expression shifted back to something more serious, more gentle—as if he decided to surrender something in that moment. He took your bandaged hand back into his and began tracing circles around your wrist with his thumb.

“Why are you such a pain in the ass for me, hmm?”

You blinked again, clearly thrown off by the question—again. You felt an uncomfortable tightness in your chest. “Why am I... what? What do you mean?” Your voice had a slight edge to it, as if you were trying to mask the unease building inside you. Why would he do that now?

Viktor didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he continued to trace light, lazy circles around your wrist, his touch almost soothing, though the underlying intent was far from that. His eyes never left yours—sharp, testing.

“Don’t play coy,” he said, his voice low, the corners of his mouth curling up. “You know exactly what I mean. Why do you make things difficult for me, Y/N?”

You felt your pulse quicken, confusion and frustration mixing. You tried to shake it off with humour. “You... reap what you sow?” you said, a weak attempt at deflecting.

Viktor didn’t falter, his gaze still steady, his expression unreadable. “Oh, I think I’m well aware of the consequences. But you seem to enjoy making things... complicated.”

Your heart raced, the teasing tone from him sinking in deeper. Without thinking, you pulled your hand away from his, trying to put some space between you, but Viktor didn’t miss a beat. His eyes narrowed, watching you closely as you shifted.

“Are you fucking with me?” your voice was sharp now, your frustration bubbling over. You crossed your arms, not sure whether you wanted to storm off or stay and challenge him.

Viktor’s lips curled into a half-smile, amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper, the teasing tone still lingering. “Wouldn’t you like me to?” He didn’t break eye contact, watching you with quiet, unnerving intensity.

“You are so full of yourself,” you scoffed, but the stupid part of your brain whispered a wistful maybe that rang in your skull like a bell. You wanted to deflect, but something about him made you lose your grip. “Is that your attempt at being cruel?”

“No,” Viktor said, his voice dripping with poisonous sweetness, each word calculated to make your skin prickle. He closed the distance between you, leaning over to murmur into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “This is my attempt at getting even.” He scolded himself for giving away his intent, but the heat rising within him was stronger than reason. It was anger, of course.

Your breath caught, your pulse quickening as his words slid into your consciousness, the warmth of his proximity undeniable. Viktor smirked mercilessly against your skin, savouring the moment in which he had almost made you fall apart.

“You can now think about how my hands on your skin made you feel, regardless of Angus,” he continued, his voice a low hum, sending a shiver down your spine. “And how your name sounds in my accent that you studied so carefully, Y/N. And what it would sound like in other circumstances… though I think you had a glimpse.”

Your mind spun, his words wrapping around you like a snake. Viktor straightened up, and for a moment, the room felt too small, too suffocating. The air became sticky, and you couldn’t escape the weight of the silence between you.

“You can take the rest of the class off,” he said, his voice cool and casual now, though the teasing glint never left his eyes. “Just don’t touch anything… unclean with that hand.”

“Eat shit, Viktor,” you spat, the words bitter as they left your mouth. You turned on your heel, eyes filling with hot tears, your lower belly tightening into a burning knot. You didn’t dare look at Sue, your emotions too raw. With one last furious breath, you fled the classroom, your legs carrying you down the corridor as you crumbled against the nearest wall, trying to suppress your sobs.

When you finally got there, you slammed the door to your dorm room shut, leaning against it as your chest heaved with unspent fury and helplessness. The small space felt suffocating, your desk cluttered with books and notes, the unmade bed in the corner serving as a silent witness to the chaos inside your mind. You pressed your hands to your face, the bandaged one brushing against your cheek like a quiet reminder of everything that had just unfolded. You pulled it away sharply, staring at the neat white wrappings with a mix of disgust and shame.

Your mind raced, replaying the scene in the lab. The smug tilt of Viktor’s lips. The unbearable warmth of his fingers brushing your skin. The low hum of his voice, so calm and calculated, deliberately needling you until you unravelled. And that final, infuriating smirk—the one you could still feel seared into your memory.

You flinched, a sharp, involuntary movement, as if you could physically shake him out of your mind. “He is so full of shit,” you hissed under your breath, pacing across the room. Your anger surged, hot and unrelenting. “This is just a game to him. Some cruel, twisted game.”

But then the anger faltered, giving way to something more raw and disorienting. Why had he pushed you like that? Why did he say your kiss was a mistake, only to turn around and toy with you like this? Was he just cruel, or did he mean something more? The uncertainty gnawed at you, twisting your stomach into knots. You hated the way your mind kept circling back to him, as if he’d taken up residence there, smug and untouchable.

You slumped onto the edge of your bed, resting your elbows on your knees and burying your face in your hands. The silence of the room pressed in on you, a heavy, suffocating weight. Your chest felt tight, your thoughts spinning endlessly, looping back to the way he’d leaned in close, his words dripping with venom and something else you couldn’t name. Your vision blurred, and you realized your hands were trembling.

When there was nothing left to pace about, nothing to distract you from the storm of emotions building inside, you let out a shaky breath. A memory surfaced, soft and fleeting: your mother’s voice, calm and steady, guiding you through moments like this. You closed your eyes, the words coming to your lips before you could second-guess yourself.

“My heart is full of love and understanding,” you whispered, the mantra shaky at first, then gaining strength as you repeated it. “My heart is full of love and understanding.”

You said it again, and again, your voice steadying with each repetition, the familiar cadence grounding you in the present. But when the words finally felt stable in your throat, you hesitated, your lips parting as something reckless and desperate rose to the surface.

“Viktor’s heart is full of love and understanding,” you murmured, the words trembling as they left you. The sound of his name in your voice felt foreign, wrong, and yet it lingered in the air like an accusation.

Your voice cracked. Your chest tightened. And before you could stop it, a sob broke free, raw and unbidden. It was as if speaking his name had opened a floodgate, releasing the tangle of emotions you’d fought so hard to contain. Confusion, anger, longing—all of it crashed over you, and you doubled over, your face in your hands as tears spilled onto your lap.

The mantra was supposed to help, but instead, it only seemed to amplify everything you’d been holding back. You cried until your breath came in gasps, your body shaking with the force of it. It wasn’t fair—none of it was fair. Viktor had no right to get under your skin like this, to make you feel so small and exposed.

When the tears finally subsided, you sat in the silence, your breath still uneven, your body heavy with exhaustion. You stared down at your bandaged hand again, the edges of the wrappings slightly damp from where your tears had soaked through. A bitter laugh escaped you, quiet and self-deprecating.

“What a mess,” you muttered, your voice hoarse.

You leaned back against the wall, the anger now dulled to a slow simmer beneath the weight of everything else. And for the first time, you let yourself admit what you’d been avoiding all along: you should’ve probed him more. You should’ve insisted, pressed for answers instead of letting him dictate the moment and twist it into something cruel.

The thought was uncomfortable, prickling like a splinter lodged deep beneath your skin. He was probably doing this because he was hurt, and it wasn’t easy to let that idea settle in your mind. But once it did, it sat there, heavy and unyielding, refusing to be ignored.

[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 14B: Where Do We Go Now?

Soundtrack: “Sweet Child O’ Mine,” Guns N’ Roses, 1987 [click here to listen]

Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry

- Guns N’ Roses, “Sweet Child O’ Mine” (1987)

Tucson || July 1988

It didn’t matter what Colum or the label or anyone else said – all recording studios looked the same on the inside.

Sure, there were always small differences. The really comfortable couches at Sound City in Los Angeles. Electric Lady in Manhattan still had the really cool paint scheme that Jimi Hendrix himself had designed. Muscle Shoals in Alabama oozed coolness.

But this studio, whose name he couldn’t and didn’t care to remember, nestled down a back street in Tuscon was…tired.

Almost as tired as Jamie.

The “quick three week tour” had stretched to eight weeks, with no end in sight. Theater shows had been upgraded to arenas. Playing to thousands and thousands of ecstatic fans. Pouring their hearts out night after night after night, and squeezing in radio promos and sound checks and business meetings during the day.

Fucking exhilarating.

Everybody wanted a piece of Print – their music, their story. Jamie still hadn’t granted too many interviews this tour, but the press ate up every word he said about sobriety and music and forgiveness. Insatiable for details about the woman he had met in rehab, and written all the new songs about, and refused to name publicly.

Print was making more money than they knew what to do with. The label had sprung for a private plane, and nobody in the band missed the rickety and smelly tour bus (except Claire, because it was still all so new to her, which Jamie added to the list of thousands of reasons why he loved her). Their hotel rooms were bigger. Catering in the dressing rooms was much nicer.

Fucking exhausting.

So many people wanted a piece of Jamie every day. Ian and Angus, to run through the new material that just kept pouring out of them. Colum, to talk ticket sales and adding second and third nights in each city. The suits from the label, who kept finding them in Dallas and Kansas City and Detroit, slapping Jamie’s back and pushing terrible ideas for duets with pop stars or contributing to a movie soundtrack or pleading to do the acoustic set in a special for MTV.

And on top of that, some dirtbag reporter from the National Enquirer had figured out who Claire was, somehow got a hold of her personnel file from the hospital, and tracked down her shitty ex-husband for an exclusive interview. Splashed her life all over the tabloids, complete with very grainy photographs of the she and Jamie together, holding hands, on a rare day off in Nashville when he took her to a few honky-tonks. The one saving grace was that thankfully, nobody at The Ridge had said a word about anything about her time there, or the time they shared together.

Claire took it all in stride. She always understood. Holding him in the bathtub of their suite in Denver as he shook from another panic attack. Smiling over a three AM hamburger at a diner in Topeka. Whimpering as he came off stage in Atlanta, sweaty and keyed up from singing about her, hoisting her in his arms for a long kiss against the lighting equipment at side stage, heart stuttering to see his eye makeup smudged against her cheeks.

The man he was on the last tour – unhappy, unfulfilled, so deep in an addition he didn’t care to acknowledge – would not recognize the man he’d become on this tour.

“In ’86, we played seventy eight dates. We had a number one record. I bought my house, and my motorcycle, and my car.” Quietly he sipped coffee in their suite in Seattle, watching the city wake up, running his thumb over Claire’s shoulder as she settled against him in front of the window.

“You had everything you had always dreamed of.”

He snorted. “I was a mess. All I could think about during every show was how to find a girl or a bottle or a baggie as quickly as possible. And the crew would always do that for me.”

The crew respected his – and Claire’s – request for no drugs or alcohol backstage this tour. What the techs and roadies and production crew did on their own time, in their own hotel rooms, with whoever they wanted to – Jamie didn’t care. But for everyone to help with, to respect, his sobriety was a gift. And he never stopped saying thank you.

“If only those reporters could see you now – Jamie Fraser swaggering off stage for an Evian.”

He smiled. “And to kiss this beautiful doctor who for some reason keeps following him around. Because he loves her, more than any man has ever loved any woman.”

He wanted to provide for her. To shelter and protect her. To never leave her side ever again.

She didn’t need him to do any of that, of course. They’d talked about it many times. But she wanted him to do that. And the fact that she chose him, kept choosing him…that was why they kept going. Kept each other sober. Kept holding each other up.

They’d agreed that this time on tour was for her to understand this part of him – and to help both of them decide how and where they would live once the tour was done.

Which is why the radio silence from Boston, four weeks after mailing the letter from Philadelphia asking, politely, just what the hell was going on…was so fucking crushing.

The stress of that – and the grind of touring – did make it just a bit more difficult every day.

Thankfully Colum had scheduled a week-long break at the end of the month. Angus was already planning a trip to Aruba with the two groupies, who truth be told had grown on the rest of the band. Ian was planning to spend the week with his wife, Jamie’s sister Jenny, and their kids.

And Jamie and Claire – well, they’d be getting married.

Only a few people knew, with good reason. Ian and Jenny, of course. Alec and Faith, in New York. Colum. Dougal MacKenzie and his wife Gillian, who had helped both Jamie and Claire so much at The Ridge. Uncle Lamb, who would officiate. And Claire’s friends Joe and Gail Abernathy, who had quite literally saved her life by getting her to The Ridge in the first place.

The service would be simple. Exactly what they wanted – what they needed.

And after that…well. They would truly be husband and wife.

But there was a lot to do – a lot to take care of – between now and then. Not the least of which was, wrapping up this recording session.

The time laying down acoustic tracks in Philadelphia last month was very well spent. They weren't so rusty. But the guys were eager to hear the songs in electric form. And since they were in Tucson, and Colum knew Bobby Higgins – who not only owned this studio, but who had also produced that really killer Ratt album in ’84…

“OK, Jamie.”

Jamie took a deep breath, and looked up through the glass at Bobby, hunched over the console in the control room.

“Ready for take two?”

Jamie looked left, to Angus – and right, to Ian.

“Yup.”

“OK – this is In My Veins, take two.”

Jamie grit his teeth.

Caught Claire’s eye in the control room.

She smiled.

He relaxed.

Angus counted in on his drumsticks, and then started the heavy beat like they’d discussed.

Four bars – and Jamie’s guitar and Ian’s bass joined in.

--

“That was really, really great, Jamie.”

Claire handed him a new bottle of water, cap already twisted off. He drank it in four deep gulps.

“I know you’re not shitting me. So thank you.”

Quickly she looked over her shoulder – Angus’ cheeks were being loudly kissed by the groupies, and Ian played around with his bass, and Colum and Bobby were deep in conversation in the control room.

“Where are you?”

She had pulled him away before, when the panic attacks were coming, and he knew she’d do it again right now if needed.

He wiped his mouth with the back of a sweaty hand. “About an eight out of ten.”

“Do you need a break?”

He met her eyes. “I need a meeting. Been thinking about my old friend Jack Daniels all day.”

“Did you see something?”

He sighed. “I’ve only played electric a handful of times since I got back from The Ridge.” He looked down at the gorgeous Stratocaster strapped across his chest, fist flexing. “I got this guitar because the black tone and white trim matched the label on the bottle. Stupid, I know. But it’s all I could think about today.”

“Not stupid. We’ll deal with it. You should call Alec. And I can find you a meeting.”

He leaned in, and kissed her forehead. “I love you. I’ll call him. And I need to sell this guitar.”

She nodded. “We’ll find a charity.”

He kissed her again. “I love you.”

She kissed him quickly, and returned to the control room.

Grateful that Jamie had turned away to talk to the guys, when Colum tapped her on the shoulder, and slid over an envelope postmarked Boston.

“Mail call. Do I want to know?”

She shook her head, folded the letter, and slid it into the back pocket of her jeans. “Is there a Yellow Pages I can borrow?”

[bi-bard-reviews]

Movie Review - Abigail [2024]

Abigail is a horror film that was released on April 19th, 2024. It was directed by Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett, who are more commonly known as Radio Silence. They have been behind many great modern horror projects, such as Ready or Not. The writers of this film were Stephen Shields and Guy Busick.

I have been looking forward to seeing this movie since I first saw the trailer. With a small ensemble cast of actors I adore and a singular main setting, this film had everything it needed to be one of my favorites.

There was plenty to love about this movie. I already mentioned the setting. Every time a single-location movie takes place in a big old-money mansion, I am hooked. It allows for so many different little elements and pathways through different areas. It allows for some amazing variety to something that could be incredibly boring. Another element I loved was the sound design. I don't know why I needed to listen to Frank (Dan Stevens) vomit for a minute straight, but at least it sounded good.

Throughout the film there is an impressive talent for balancing comedy and tension. Sammy (Kathryn Newton) and Peter (Kevin Durand) both carry this dynamic for most of the film with a number of background conversations. I also want to note Peter saying Wrinkles instead of Rickles (William Catlett) as another great example of this. This balance is exemplified by some lines during different fight scenes, such as Joey's (Melissa Barrera) "I'm doing my best, Abigail" and Frank saying something along the lines of "Holy fuck, she's fucking flying!" There were multiple moments where I had to just pause for a second while I giggled.

That balance was really just a smaller highlight of how great the chemistry was between characters and how well their personalities were defined. Even early on, each character was distinct. This is detrimental when looking at a film with a small cast.

The gore and effects were absolutely brilliant throughout the film. To my knowledge, most- if not all- of them were almost completely practical. It was so impressive that I was almost getting angry about it. I wish I could name one standout scene, but there really wasn't one. It was all so well done.

I also want to highlight the performance of Alisha Weir. While everyone in the cast was incredibly talented, Weir's performance had so many elements and nuances to it that it needs to be talked about. She does a nearly perfect job at portraying this calculated hunter. Abigail isn't some mindlessly hungry girl; she likes the chase. It's like the most intense version of the most dangerous game. I loved it. The dance sequences throughout the movie are an example of that. Her dancing with Dean's (Angus Cloud) body and using Sammy as a puppet to do that dance in the middle of the movie just showed how much fun she has when she's doing this. Weir was an absolute star at playing this character and I genuinely cannot wait to see what she does in the future.

Now, while there were many elements that I loved, that does not mean that this movie is without flaws. On a smaller scale, I don't see the value in the appearance of Abigail's father. I understand what the goal with the scene was, but there simply not enough for me to emotionally connect to feel like that goal was fulfilled. Which was a shame because it was the last scene of the movie. On a much larger scale, I don't love that the twist was so heavily advertised before the movie's release. The characters don't find out what Abigail is until almost halfway through the movie. This feels a bit dragged out considering most of the audience likely knew from the moment that they pressed play.

Overall, I found Abigail to be a very funny and chaotic film filled to the brim with amazing gore and really well-done characters. The shortcomings of the film have little impact on the overall quality of the film. If you are a fan of Radio Silence's other projects like Ready or Not or other horror-comedy movies like Bodies Bodies Bodies, then this movie may very well be right up your alley.

[hyukascampfire]

HEYYY it's me again the yapper that recommended some music for the playlists lol (I'm always listening to it) BTW I used a 🦇 emoji last time, if nobody claimed it I would like to hehe. SO ABOUT THE LAST CHAPTER girl you killed all the taehyun girlies fr (I'm just a ghost typing rn) I loved everything and I read it the day you posted but couldn't find the time to write my thoughts (or put them together cuz SO MUCH HAPPENING AND I WAS KICKING MY FEET SCREAMING INTERNALLY) I will have to read again, I just love to see taehyun losing his mind FINALLY and yeonjun so DESPERATE, I'm looking forward to how things will unravel in the next chapter!! I love your writing and the way you use words and describe things is just WOW!! I found so interesting to see Soobin and how meeting him affected the reader (i also have A THING for the comfort of sleeping in the presence of another person trope like i melted fr maybe cuz i have insomnia idk anyways lol) well so after the last chapter I thought about more songs for Taehyun's playlists (you KILLED this goth solomon with tear you apart there btw) so here it is!! ♡

loveletting - VV

the sharpest lives - MCR

snow - angus & julia stone

(oh and babylon by 5sos for yeonjun idk he's just very 5sos coded to me I guess lol)

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OFCCC u are now 🦇 anon!! I’m so sorry for the late reply, but I was super busy for a little bit there. I’m back now!! And super ready to write🥹

i literally killed MYSELF writing the Taehyun scenes, and i knew what was happening. i can only imagine what it was like for you guys😭 i always wish i could see it how you guys do. i got butterflies n still sorta do even just thinking about it. LMAOO

i’m the same. i think one of the most intimate things is feeling comfortable sleeping around someone. it’s like telling them that you trust them, and that you don’t mind letting your guard down around them. even accidentally, like what happened in part 5. it tugs at my heart that MC feels finally safe to sleep when Taehyun is there. UGH. :,)

omg. i fucking LOVEE tear you apart, i just hadn’t connected the dots. i was listening to it the other day and was like… wait…… yeah. it’s so him. it makes me so genuinely happy that you enjoy the playlists. it’s nice to share the songs that i see TSFAWC reflected in/the songs i listen to while writing. it’s sort of an extra way to flesh out characters or even just to connect with them even while not reading! i was worried that nobody would care, but your recommendations literally make me so happy.

i listened to all of them! i couldn’t agree more. you understand the characters so well. plus, your music taste is literally delectable? you’re my fav. i agree like a 1000% that TSFAWC yeonjun is 5sos coded. yes. they’re getting added 🙂‍↕️

ALSO. goth solomon??? i think i’m in love w u??? come kiss me rn??

[ellies-rambles]

(Anon from earlier, re: my previous ask)

I want to be clear that I'm not angry at you or trying to cancel you or anything, because that's seriously not what I'm doing. I just wanted to try to explain why, from a canon standpoint, as well as a historical standpoint, you saying Angus was trying to dodge the draft is not founded in fact. Sometimes a crack a teenage boy makes about a swimsuit looking like women's underwear is just the set-up to a "LOL I fucked your mom" joke.

While Vietnam is certainly a lingering gloom over the movie, the only time we hear about it in conjunction with Angus is A: when he's talking to Hunham and says that Barton Boys don't go to Vietnam, and B: when Angus says that, if he's sent to Fork Union, he will maybe be sent to Vietnam.

So basically, I love that you're trying to write about draft dodging and I think it's a very good thing to discuss and depict, especially nowadays with the current American political climate, but don't insert plot points where there are none and make connections to things that just simply aren't there. If you want to discuss a boy who claims to be gay to dodge the draft, cool! You can write that! Because Alexander Payne and David Hemingson certainly did not do that.

Much love xx

1) I never thought you trying to cancel me

2) intention can create dual meaning. Like that time I accidentally had people in my media arts class thinking a character in my short film ate paint swatches. Not what happened but damn I liked the reading

3) still doesn't know that the more commonly used phrase was resisting

4) wealthy boys definitely had ways out of Vietnam, but combining the fact that Angus is seen to be less wealthy than his peers (I believe Dominic Sessa has spoken on this and also the amount of money spent on his father was mentioned) and the fact that his family was willing to send him to military school implies his family had a pro-Vietnam War stance. He would've been more likely to be sent to Vietnam than his peers (also the scene with Angus and Mary at the end implies that in certain ways as well.)

5) Please learn what a plot point is in contrast with themes.

6) I KNEW YOU WERE A FILMMAKER'S CHOICE BITCH!

[xabiramone]

You think you know the story behind AC/DC‘s riffy homage to a certain big, bad girl “Whole Lotta Rosie,” you might want to hold on as the author of Bon: The Last Highway Jesse Fink goes into even more detail regarding the actual identity of Rosie, with a little help. On The Last Highway blog, Fink discusses the many mythological tales about Rosie, including accounts from brothers Angus and Malcolm, three journalists and respected rock historians, Sylvie Simmons, Phil Sutcliffe (also known as Mike Stand), Mary Renshaw, and Scott himself. Let’s dig into the gritty details of this late-70s backstage, no-tell-motel sleaze, shall we?

In support of Angus Young’s claim of Scott’s preference for dangerously curvy women, both Angus and Simmons recall a regular groupie duo of Bon’s; Angus called them the “Jumbo Twins” and Simmons—who spent a lot of time with the band during the Bon era, referred to them as the “Jumbo Jets.” Another of Angus’ memories of Scott running into Rosie was when the band was in town to play a show in Tasmania in 1976. Angus says after the show the band took to the streets looking to keep the good times rolling when Bon was approached by a woman in a dark doorway—a very large woman which Angus estimated to have the following famous measurements; 42-39-56. Scott happily entered the room and joined the woman and her friend for the night.

Sutcliffe’s version is slightly different than both Angus’ and Simmons’. Sutcliffe says things went down in the dressing room of Malcolm Young after a show August of 1976. Malcolm and Bon had hooked up with two girls, one of them they nicknamed “Big Bertha,” yet another interlude with a roomy woman many would come to believe was Rosie. Bon said this Bertha/Rosie would have “broken his arm” if he had refused her advances, so he complied. In a 2003 interview, Malcolm told the story, calling the woman “Big Rosie.” Now, let’s get to the story of Rosie told by the late Bon Scott (as noted by Fink on his blog) which is taken from an audio track included on the 1997 box set Bonfire named after Bon’s promise to call his first solo record by the same name. Scott recalls things went down with Rosie (on more than one occasion it seems) at her place where he and the band would often party just across from the Freeway Gardens hotel in North Melbourne.

Yeah, the old “taking one for the team” isn’t fooling anyone, Bon. We know you liked big butts and we love you for it. Corroborating Bon’s arm-twisting sexy-times story are both AC/DC roadie, Pat Pickett (Pickett has been quoted as saying he was responsible for an “orgy” involving Rosie, Scott, and others and also knew Rosie personally), and author of the 2015 book on AC/DC, Live Wire, Mary Renshaw. Attempts have been made to find Rosie but have never turned up even so much as a concrete lead though there seems to to be no lack of people claiming to know the real Rosie or to have seen the elusive, show-stealing woman.

If you’ve ever seen AC/DC live, you’ve maybe seen the gigantic, inflated Rosie prop used by the band when they kick into “Whole Lotta Rosie” with her bright blonde hair and red lingerie. I’ve also seen a cool vintage embroidered patch of Rosie in all her glory, but never a photo of anyone with Bon (or other members of AC/DC) who looked even remotely like the girl described in the song. Does this mean Rosie was conjured up through the collective memories of Angus Young and others due to Bon’s interludes with various lusty, bodacious women? Let’s me put it to you this way; Bon Scott said Rosie was real. His version is gospel. Period. The End.

The Rosie balloon stage prop in 2009.

[danime25]

Something So Right

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Both of them knew that their love wasn't allowed, but that didn't stop them.

*Rating: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*Content/Tags: PWP, Impregnation, Pregnancy Kink, Cuckolding, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Missionary Position

*Status: Drabble/Complete

Author's Note: Y'all I don't know what the fuck I've been smoking but Angus Sampson has captivated me and I loved Mad Max Fury Road... which I only watched for Angus admittedly. I've got nothing to defend myself with but goddamn if he wasn't also hot as hell in Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga. Anyway enjoy The Organic Mechanic cucking Immortan Joe!

“Shh shh. You promised you’d be quiet.” The man embraced his lover, holding her flush against his chest. Her hands ran up and down the thinning fabric of his shirt as her lips begged for contact with his anything really. His hand guided her cheek up to him and her lips finally scraped along his jawline. “I’ve missed you.” She buried her head into his shoulder. “I know.” He let out a deep sigh from his chest. “I need you.” She said, practically inhaling his skin with her words “How?” “I don’t care. I just need to get the touch of Immortan off me.” Her leg wrapped around his hips. His lips travel down from just below the crest of her nose across her neck. His hands slowly worked under the pure white linen, cupping her breasts in his palms. She looked over his shoulder into the distance, towards the wasteland that awaited her if her husband knew what she was doing with the man assigned to help her birth her husband’s children. She hesitated for a moment before looking back at her lover and saying, “What I really want… I know I cannot have. So I dare not dream.” His eyes returned to hers, “And in your wildest dreams?” “I would give you as many full lifes as you wanted…” Her teeth bit down on the top of her lip as she allowed herself the fantasy. “Maybe have a home somewhere…” She wrapped her other leg around his gut and rested her arms around his neck. He held her tightly, his mouth moved in a silent ‘I love you’, but the words didn’t come out. They couldn’t come out. She pressed her forehead up against his and smiled, a silent way to return the words that lingered in the back of his throat. He carefully let go of her, making sure she was over her bed before letting her flop from his arms like a rag doll.

She looked up at him, fanning her hair across the pillow underneath her. He leaned over her and kissed her cheek before taking his hand pressing his fore and middle finger up against her lip, giving it a tap so as to ask for permission before he stuck them in. She parted her lips slightly and let him sink the thick digits into her mouth. He’d been of course careful to clean himself up as much as possible, but that didn’t remove the years of grime that sunk into his very body. The grime that was covering the inside of her mouth. Once he knew he would be able to comfortable shove himself inside of her, he pulled his fingers from her mouth. At the loss of contact, she let out a small huff. “It’ll only be a moment.” He told her before practically ripping the metal padlock off her belt, and setting the metal contraption onto the ground beside her. He leaned over her as he shoved his fingers into her. She bit down ever so slightly on her lip to hold back her moan, before his lips worked to help suppress the noise as well. He scooped her face into his free hand as he slowly began working the digits into a slow rhythm. “Come closer. You’re so far.” She bit down on the inside of his lip. He pulled his hand from her face for a second as he readjusted himself, lying beside her. “There you are.” Her hands connected once more with his face, running her thumb over the smooth but weathered skin of her love. He tilted his head slightly, allowing the edge of his mouth to linger against the palm of her hand before finally giving her a kiss. Light from the moon overhead flooded the vault, washing her in a second wave of white over her garments and a candle behind him illuminated the subtle crooks in her face. Something about them now was reminiscent of a wedding night in the old world. “I love you.” He said, no louder than a whisper. Her mouth pushed against his, making out the words ‘I love you too’ without help from her vocal chords. His fingers started slowly moving inside of her again as one of her hands moved down his neck and rested against his chest. He purposefully kept his breathing slow so as to match her. He snaked a hand under her arm and used it to bring her into him fully. Her face lay flat against the divot in his neck as his slow pace turned to an ever quickening fast pump. Her fingertips gripped onto the fabric covering his collarbones as he worked his fingers in deeper. The pads of his fingertips applied pressure to the walls of her vagina. Her grasp tightened around his shirt as she leaned up and whispered into his ear. “I want to be selfish… I want you inside of me.” “I don’t have anything to stop you…” His caught in the back of his throat “I want to carry your child.” Her hands wrapped around his forearms. He kissed her as an acknowledgment of her desires. He pulled himself back for a moment and slipped his pants off before filling in the space between her legs with his body. He carefully wrapped a hand underneath her leg and his other behind the back of her knee. He slowly shoved his dick into her giving himself a second to bottom out. Slowly he begins thrusting deeper into her, pulling her body closer to him as he closed the distance between the two bodies. She arched her back ever so slightly as his thrusts grew less predictable and faster. Neither of them had experienced what making love could feel like until this moment. Beads of sweat collected around the base of her neck, he leaned in to lick the moisture off from her. She hooked her arms around the back of his neck and did her best to wrap her legs around the base of his back.

It was messy, awkward even as he came inside of her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he filled her completely. He stayed inside her, knowing it would increase the chances of her becoming pregnant. As they unconnected, his hands slid underneath her breasts. He slowly massaged the mounds of fat, wondering how big they’d grow for his child. Immortan would spoil her as he did his other wives when they carried an heir, and he’d be none the wiser that it wasn’t his. He lied by her side once he was done with her chest, before she reached for her belt. She slipped it on and handed him the lock for him to secure it before their dalliance was over. “Like I was never here.” He tugged on the lock to assure her that it was re-assembled properly “I…” She started to say, knowing the words would be her death if she finished her statement. He pressed a finger to her lips, knowing what it was that she was going to say. “Don’t risk it. We’ve already done far more than we should’ve.” He smirked, satisfied that she was his and the proof would be on her for the next nine months. His thumb traced over the lines in her lips as he contemplated one last kiss before leaving the vault. She gently pushed him away, so as to say he’s already pressed his luck much too far. He stepped away from her bed, but not before taking in one more glance of her unchanged body. --- “Beautiful.” He whispered, running a hand over her baby bump. He turned his head back towards his boss. “The best breeder I’ve seen yet.” “Good.” The man behind him grunted before stepping away to attend to business elsewhere in the Citadel. His sons followed behind him without waiting to make sure the wannabe doctor was following behind them. “Can you tell if it’ll be a boy?” She asked him, begging for more time. “You know I can’t just tell.” “Please…” She gritted her teeth as she said the next couple of words, “I want to please the Immortan.” “I know you do.” His hand ran back over her stomach, “I know. It’s such a prominent swell for just one child.” The other wives milled about the space, not paying much attention to the man, but one eye was always on their sister. They knew early that it had not been Immortan Joe who had touched her, but the man responsible for birthing their children that had impregnated one of them. Even at the risk of being seen by one of the other wives he pressed his lips onto her stomach. “You shouldn’t have much longer.” “Thank you.” She smiled at him. ‘Thank you for more than I could ever say’ is what she meant. He nodded and stood up, ready to leave the vault when she cried out. He turned back around and sat at her side, knowing it was time for her to deliver. After hours of sitting by her side, and one of the wives running to get Immortan Joe so he could be there for his child. He delivered the baby, their son and carefully handed him to the Immortan. A perfect child. “There’s another.” He said, preparing for the second child. Another boy. Perfect as well. Immortan Joe would be pleased beyond words to know that he had two heirs that were better in every way to Rictus or Scrotus. Organic Mechanic cleaned the children off and handed them over to the oafs that were Immortan Joe’s sons, correcting them when they didn’t support the newborn’s head properly. “I just need to make sure her condition’s stabilized.” He told Immortan. Immortan waved his hand, allowing him permission to do what it was he needed to do to take care of his wife. He stepped out of the vault, proud that after all this time he was capable of giving life to full lifes. Every touch from the mechanic was gentle on her as he was once again in his own world with her. She brought a hand up to his cheek and smiled. He kissed the inside of her hand before saying, “They’re beautiful.” “I love you.” She said, louder than she intended. Immortan was gone, it was just them and the other wives. “I love you too.” He whispered back. “I love you so much.”

[bookreviewwa]

Selkie Tales - Karen Heath

Author’s Synopsis:

Annie Shaw, a high school graduate born by the sea but raised far from it flees from the cruelty of her thoughtless boyfriend. She is drawn to a small unknown town on the Maine coast where she discovers family she never knew, and through a series of stories, learns she may be a creature of Irish legend and myth, a selkie if she enters the ocean on Midsummer Night. Swimming into the ocean on that magical night has its consequences: some selkies never return to the land. If she finds her heritage in the ocean, will she belong to it forever?

Book Synopsis:

High School champion swimmer Annie Shaw, raised by her aunt and uncle far from the coast of Maine, has no idea why she enjoys anchovy pizza when everyone else munches on pepperoni. She overlooks the fact her hands and feet morph slightly when she’s racing down the swim lane, until her boyfriend thoughtlessly points it out. Fleeing from him, she accidentally ends up in Shelmerton Cove, a place where legends are real. There she discovers she has family that she never knew about, a centuries-old feud which involves that family, and a storyteller who sends her back into the time and space of those tales to learn about her heritage and the consequences of swimming in the ocean on Midsummer Night...does she belong to the land or to the sea?

Review’s Synopsis:

I bought this book from an Ebay post, having never heard of the artist or this title prior. And a general search came up with a very few pages regarding this book title. Yet, I took the chance to buy it and read this book to see if it was any good.

The story follows a young high school girl named Annie Shaw who lives with her aunt Kate and uncle Ian in Loganton. She is an avid swimmer, best friends with Amy, and dating a young man named Dave. Her life is pretty much a secret that unravels during her going away party that was hosted by the Swim Team.

There, she is assaulted by her possessive boyfriend. She manages to escape him and drives off towards Maine’s rocky coast where she arrives at a little diner called the Tea L. Sea Cafe and meets Deidre and the Mayor of Shelmerton Cove who gives her a tourist brochure.

She arrives, by chance, at Shelmerton Cove and goes to the ocean. Entering the waves, her feet begin to change into flippers. She panics and retreats to an open bar, looking for answers and finds many members of the community that seem to know who she is.

She begins to learn that there are three primary families that live around the cove: the Shaw’s, Flaherty’s, and the O’Shaughnessy. She is offered a job at the Oyster Bed and Breakfast and works for her Aunt Kat, sister of Aunt Kate.

She was also offered a job by Angus Flaherty as a record keeper, but her family warns her to stay away from the Flaherty side of the cove.

Curiosity sends her to meet Angus, and finds that the Flaherty’s side of the cove is gloomy as compared to the Shaw’s and O’Shaughnessy side.

Surprisingly, Annie finds Angus to be kind to her, though very grumpy as all the other Flaherty’s.

As the story progresses, she begins to fall in love with a young man named Roane, a postal worker...and throughout the story, you will join her in meeting the family who all hold a fragment of who she truly is.

The fantasy part of the story really kicks in when she visits an old storyteller named Casidhe who reveals the history of the Shaw’s and the O’Shaughnessy’s ... revealing that they are actually selkies. She of course doesn’t believe in selkies and enters a state of denial as the seals seem to watch her, the people whisper secrets, and the Atlantic Ocean haunts her dreams.

We learn that the Flaherty’s are actually Finfolk...an Orkney seafolk Mythology of sea sorcerers from Finfolkaheem and Hildaland. They are feuding against the Shaw’s and O’Shaughnessy’s for stealing their precious black pearl.

Roane takes Annie out onto the sea in his boat and after visiting the islands and more family...she and Roane travel to the lighthouse where she sees the ghost of William Harkins who gives her a spyglass and she sees her deceased parents on the beach--but as selkies.

This causes Annie to lash out in anger as she denies that her parents were selkies and tells the gathered seals that they lack human intelligence to understand. Her actions hurt Roane, but he honors her silence as they return to shore.

With Midsummer Night hours away, the selkies do everything to keep Anne away from the ocean; however, Angus Flaherty tells her that she will learn her answers if she goes to the ocean at midnight.

She does as he advises and witnesses the people of the community entering and exiting the ocean, turning into seals--and seals turning into humans.

Roane senses Annie’s presence as he takes her down to the ocean just after the ritual finishes and the people leave the beach.

There, Roane helps Annie accept her selkie heritage, but warns her that a selkie does not know if they will remain a seal upon transformation, human upon transformation or if they will be able to switch back-and-forward. Annie fears being trapped as a seal forever, but trusts Roane’s wisdom and follows him into the sea where she transforms into a selkie and swims in the ocean.

She and Roane return to shore where upon beaching, she is able to switch back into a human...having to guard her seal pelt from being stolen.

Near the end of the story, Malachy O’Shaughnessy returns Moire’s (Anne’s mother) mother-of-pearl box back to Annie. Annie senses that she already knows what it is as she takes it and her seal pelt to the ocean and goes to the place where her parents drowned and finds out that Angus Flaherty had failed to calm the storm and was unable to save her parents.

She angrily goes to Angus who tells the rest of the story about how her parents had died, and his promise to watch over Annie, paying her tuition to the University of Maine and buying her a really expensive computer.

She forgives Angus and in return, returns the stolen black pearl to him. With the Finfolk power now greater than the Selkie’s magic, he could wipe out the families...but instead he meets with Malachy and together they ended the feud and brought peace to their families, curing the Finfolk’s treasure sickness.

Annie was later made into the next historical keeper of the Selkie families of  Shelmerton Cove.

Thoughts:

I actually enjoyed this book, having come from an ancient family line from the Orkney Islands and Ireland. I approched this book with prior knowledge about Finfolk and Selkies...and to see that the author stayed true to their nature was very nice to read about.

The character Annie was a delightful character to read about, and it is easy to sympathize with her struggle in learning who she is.

I am glad the story of Amy (her friend in Loganton) and the story of Dave did not take central focus...I really did not like Dave! He was the absolute worst!

The storytelling part of the book was ingenious! A nice way to tell the backstory about the characters and nudging the story along as each foreshadow tends to lead into the next conflict in the story.

I also loved the characters of Angus Flaherty and Kathleen ‘Kat’ Shaw, they helped to flush out the character of Moire Ann ‘Annie’ Shaw.

One issue that I noticed was that the book was full of grammar issues, and occasionally dialogue of characters was not separated in their own paragraph.

Series:

Book 1 -- Selkie Tales (2011)

Book 2 -- Of Selkies and Sirens (2012)

Book 3 -- A Selkie's Coat (2013)

Book 4 -- Changing Tides (2014)

Book 5 -- Home Harbor (2016)

Rating:

8 - 10

Tags:

Finfolk | Selkies | Maine | Irish Mythology | Scottish Mythology | Feud | Transformation | Female Protagonist | School Age | Coming Of Age

[laszlosharmonica]

Nobody:

Me: Taako and Kravitz have two cats named Cilantro and Cerberus, who they love very much.

[lcandothisallday]

Instagram Live Part 2 - Jack Harlow x f!reader

Part 1 Part 3

You pressed start on your instagram live before extending your arms and propping up your phone, smiling as you saw the viewer count go up.

“Hey everyone,” you greet with a wave of your hand. “It’s been a minute since I’ve done a live so I thought I’d hop on,” you chuckle. “How is everyone?”

Your eyes begin to scan your fans replies, giggling at the funnier ones. But as you anticipated, it was inevitable someone was going to bring up your last live.

yourfan1: sooooo....what ever happened between you and jack?👀

yourfan2: OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT THEY WERE FLIRTING DURING HER LAST LIVE. I SHIPPED THEM SO HARD

yourfan3: lowkey i shipped her and angus more. like did yall see their chemistry during that interview??😩🤍

You bite your lip as you read those comments, choosing to not entertain them for the time being. Truth be told, after you had ended the live, you did decide to text him as per his request. You had thought he was extremely charming and he made you all flustered with butterflies in your stomach. Especially after he called you pretty girl.

However, he just never responded, and so it didn’t go anywhere. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. That perhaps he was busy which he probably was but how hard was it to send a quick message back? It only bothered you so much because he was the one that told you to text him. Why would he flirt so much with you publicly if he was just gonna ghost you?

jackfan1: she’s def ignoring all the jack comments. something happened👀

Meanwhile, Jack was laying in his bed, scrolling through his Instagram when he got the notification that you had started a live. Biting his lip, he pressed on your icon, deciding to watch you a bit before he said anything. He knew it had been a while since you two spoke on your live. Jack noticed you were avoiding questions about him and answering the more general ones.

After a little while, Jack decided to make his presence known to you and your viewers.

jackharlow: Nah cause y’all assume I ain’t here and all of a sudden y’all are shipping her with some other man?🤔 What happened to the love I was getting the last time?

jackfan2: OMG HE’S HERE. HI JACK

jackharlow: Come on sweet girl. Let’s talk?

You take in an annoyed breath, pausing a moment to contemplate it but in that time, your chat got flooded with people begging you to accept his request to join you.

Not wanting to disappoint anyone or make it seem like there was beef between the both of you, you accepted and waited for it to connect.

Once it did, you swore the breath got knocked out of your lungs. He looked beyond good as he laid in his bed, his KY chain on full display against his black shirt, and his curls beautifully bouncy.

“You gonna greet me or you gonna keep staring at me, pretty girl,” Jack smirked, his tone very teasing as he watched you through his phone screen.

His comment made your cheeks heat up instantly, causing you to also bite your lip as you looked at him. “Hi.”

Jack licked his lips, “How you been? You in LA?” he asked, testing the water with you.

“I’ve been good I guess. And no-I’m actually in Atlanta doing a shoot,” you explain.

Jack’s eyes visibly widened, excitement in his features. “You’re in Atlanta?”

You can’t help but giggle at his expression. “Yeah-that’s what I just said, Jack.”

Jack grinned and stroked his beard, “you know that means I get to finally take you out on a date, right?”

You scoff playfully and run a hand through your hair. “Yeah right—you got time to take me out on a date but not respond to a text?”

“I’ve been busy—”

You nod and interrupt him instantly, “yeah I assumed so—”

This time he interrupts you. “So if you understand that then there shouldn’t be an issue with me taking you out on a date then,” he stated matter of factly.

You sigh. “Jack I don’t like feeling stupid.”

yourfan4: oh so he ghosted her??? no one ghosts y/n l/n😤

“Why do you feel stupid?”

You groan and run a hand down your face. “Because I actually like you and it was embarrassing to get absolutely no response from you after you openly flirted with me on my last live,” you breath out.

yourfan5: you and me both sister. men suck

jackfan3: I knew Jack was a player but this a bit too much😳

Jack sighed, “I really was busy. We’ve been trav—”

“That’s not a good enough excuse, Jackson.”

“Jackman.”

“What?”

Jack couldn’t help but smirk. “My name is Jackman,” he corrected.

Your eyes widened, “Jack is short for Jackman?” you ask him incredously. “Honestly—that’s the first time I’ve heard that,” you admit with a giggle. “But I think it fits you better than Jackson,” you muse.

yourfan6: I know we’re meant to be mad at him but they’re just too cute together😭

jackfan4: the way he looks at her😩❤️

“Can you give me another chance?” Jack asks you seriously, his eyes scanning the chat. “Even your fans are supporting it,” he mused.

“Jack—”

“Fine—let me cut to the chase. I wanna fuck you.”

“Jackman! Harlow!” you exclaim, your eyes wide. Your reaction made Jack giggle uncontrollably. “You can’t be saying stuff like this!”

“Would you rather me be a lier?” he asked, the most amused smile on his lips. “And honestly by the way you were looking at me earlier, I’d say you want me too.”

You look at Jack with a raised brow before you scoff, although the tone was obviously teasing. “Yeah-okay, sir,” you mock.

“Fuck-say that again,” Jack groaned, his eyes closing. “Got me bricked up not gonna lie,” he breathed out.

You can’t help but giggle, your cheeks heating up slightly. “Not gonna lie—you give me the vibe that you have a daddy kink.”

Instantly you saw Jack’s face turn red which caused you to continue giggling. “Only if it’s coming from you. Don’t want no other bitch calling me daddy.”

jackfan4: EVEN RED AS A TOMATO THIS MAN IS SMOOTH AS HELL

“Yeah-we’ll see,” you scoff, the smile not leaving you as you kept looking at him. He truly was incredibly handsome.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?” he responds, his eyes scanning your expression.

You take in a breath. “I really would like to go out with you,” you admit quietly. “You just can’t be icing me out like last time.”

“I won’t I promise,” Jack reassured quickly. “End the live and get on a FaceTime call with me?”

You nod. “Okay,” you smile. You laugh as your fans start to freak out but you manage to say your goodbyes and hop off, instantly FaceTiming Jack.

Not even one ring in, he picks up, his shiny white smile coming through.

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Hi Jackman,” you giggle. Jack couldn’t help but grin seeing you excited to talk to him. He thought you were adorable.

“God you are so gorgeous.”

Your face heats up. “Thank you,” you breath out. “Fuck—I like you a lot Jack,” you confess.

Jack smiles. He can tell you were reserved with him. He didn’t blame you, but he also really liked you and wanted to fix his wrongs. “I’m being serious. If you’re in Atlanta, then let’s meet up?”

You nod, “okay. I’m working all day tomorrow but I’m free the day after?” you suggest.

“Aight it’s a date then. I’m gonna rock your world—just you wait.”

You laugh and hum teasingly in acknowledgment. You get up and move around your hotel room, setting your phone up against the vanity as you sit in front of it and pull your hair up.

Jack was watching you the entire time with a faint smile on his lips. You were so effortlessly beautiful, it blew his mind. When you leaned your elbows on the vanity and your breasts squished together in your tank top, he swore he ascended to heaven.

The longer you two talked, the more bricked up he got despite you doing and talking about the most mundane things.

“You sleepy, pretty girl?” he asked you with a chuckle when he saw you get settled in your bed with your eyes droopy.

Coincidentally, you ended up yawning after he said that which caused you to giggle. “A bit,” you admit. “Been a long day,” you hum.

“I’ll let you go to sleep then. Won’t keep you up any longer,” he laughed. “Good night Y/N.”

“Good night, J,” you smile.

He ends the call and tosses his phone aside, letting out a breath as he ran a hand through his curls. He glanced down at his hard on, then turned his head to his bedside table where his lotion sat. He contemplated it for second before he muttered a quick ‘fuck it’ and reaching over to satisfy his needs.

(hehe i hope you all enjoy!😌)

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration - Cat / Baby

It was late when Taako came home. Much, much later than it usually would be. Unfortunately, part of teaching meant dealing with parents. And with parents came the "but my perfect angel child can't do anything wrong ever!". And with that came the mountains of video evidence that their perfect angel child did, in fact, set fire to the cafeteria and reanimate the frogs that another class was set to dissect. Y'know, normal magic school things.

So yes, it was much later than normal. What he wanted was to reheat his spaghetti left over from last night and then lay face first into bed for the next ten hundred years. He wanted to pile cats on top of him until he couldn't do anything else except sit there and feel the vibrations of their purring. He wanted Kravitz to just like, hold his head, because he forgot to get a new ice pack and a headache had been slowly building all day.

What he got instead were his cats surrounding him upon entrance into the house, meowing desperately. Not too unusual within itself, because they were all attention whores and would do next to anything to get their desired amount of affection. What was unusual was that Angus Jr Jr (named after Angus Jr, who decided that human Angus was a much better dad than Taako and Kravitz were, the little traitor) practically climbed up him like a living jungle gym, wailing, fur on end.

"Hey," Taako said. Angus Jr. Jr. gave a louder, more distressed wail. "Hey. Listen. Is this how we talk to people we love, Angus Jr. Jr.?"

Angus Jr. Jr. flicked his tail directly into Taako's face. The door to the kitchen was open and Taako could see Kravitz's shadow from where he was standing. Maybe Lup's too? And if there was a Lup, there was a Barry. Maybe Angus Jr. Jr. was having an understandable reaction to unwanted social interaction. Taako also wanted to climb up someone and cry until they did something about it.

He took one step toward the kitchen and Angus Jr. Jr. squirmed, demanding to be set down. Taako complied and he skittered off to the rest of the cats, who were hanging around the front door like they were trying to trade catnip without Taako noticing. As he approached the kitchen, he could definitely make out Lup talking. And when he opened the door...

Well. Okay.

Lup was definitely here. Kravitz, too. Very important to include Kravitz. However. Instead of doing a normal afterward hang out, as they were wont to do, Lup was holding an actual baby in her arms. A real-life, half-elf baby, who was currently chewing on her finger knuckles. The baby seemed to be... smoking. Literally smoking, with wisps of smoke rising off their skin and ash all over Taako's newly installed counters.

Lup paused midsentence. Kravitz turned to see him and gave him a sort of half-grimace half-smile.

"'Sup," Lup said.

"That's a baby," Taako said.

"Very astute observation," Lup said.

"That's like an actual baby," Taako said, shutting the kitchen door. The cats meowed from behind him, like closing his own kitchen door was a heinous crime against them.

"Sure is," Lup said.

"It's a long story," Kravitz sighed, sounding just as exhausted as Taako felt.

"It's not- like, I'm not taking care of a baby-"

"No, no, no," Kravitz said, at the same time Lup said,

"Uh, 'cuse me, I've already called dibs, thank you."

"No baby for you," Kravitz said, pointing towards Taako. He pointed to himself next. "No baby for me. No- no. No baby. Bad. No."

"Good to see we're still on the same page," Taako said. "Does, uh, does Barry know about your new pal, Lup, or is it a surprise?"

"Oh, Barry knows," Kravitz said, with a voice Taako knew from experience to be "I've hung around these two fuckers all day". "You do not want to get Barry started on baby stuff, he just won't stop-"

"He's gone to get formula," Lup said. "And diapers. And some fire-resistant clothes. And-"

"I got it," Taako said, understanding Kravitz so well right now. "And why, pray tell, are you doing this in my goddamn kitchen and not yours, which is not even fifty feet away from my house?"

"Baby-proof drawers," Lup said, nodding sagely.

"Cat-proof drawers," Kravitz corrected.

"Same difference," Lup said. "Listen, I'll be out of your hair in about, oh, two hours? Three hours? Depends."

"Great," Taako said, out of fucks to give. Sure. A baby. Great. Good idea, sane idea. Can't be any worse than extinguishing the cafeteria and then walking directly in on a group of frogs chasing some of your teachers. Normal day, good day. He was having such a fun time being alive at this very moment. He wanted to be buried under several hundred pounds of bricks so no one could ever bother him again.

And his spaghetti wasn't in the fridge. Slowly, slowly, Taako turned back to Lup and her smoking child.

"Lup," he said. "The spaghetti?"

"Listen," Lup said again.

It was going to be a long fucking night.

[groupiewhoreee]

AC/DC headcanons!! (nsfw)

bon scott

loves to please you literally anytime, just ask and he'll love too

that also applies to everywhere, as well. hes willing to do it backstage, under tables, all that stuff, but likes doing it over tables, and things like that

dude absolutely goes feral for blow jobs, he loves when you blow him, if hes mad or upset, just blow him he'll feel better

he has a thing for eating you out for some odd reason, ig he just likes to taste you

he is pretty chill with any kink, and hes willing to try pretty much anything you'd want

but, he really likes it rough. he likes to spit on you, call you his whore, and names like that, loves to degrade you and all that, but if that isn't want u want he's willing to just go slow and very soft with you

he isn't willing to share you, he doesn't want anyone else to see ur body, and how you squirm underneath him and cry his name out

he cums pretty much anywhere you'd want. he likes to cum on ur tits, or ass.

has a thing for spanking and grabbing ur ass as he walks by or is standing behind you (angus caught him doing it but didn't say anything)

love's reverse cowgirl, or doggy style. sometimes just anywhere yall land up in mostly with him on top of u.

aftercare >>>>>>

brian johnson

he has a thing for being submissive, how you don't let him cum, and all that. he likes to be called good boy.

although, he is mostly dominant, and when he is, it's crazy.

is chill with any kink, but if its too weird, and he doesn't like the sound of it, then he won't do it.

is very sensual and slow with sex, but sometimes he gets rough, when he's in a bad mood. he'll most likely degrade you, and stuff like that.

doesn't wanna share you either, he doesn't want people seeing ur body and how he pleases you. seeing you moan sweet moans of pleasure because of him,

marks you, a LOT. angus and malcolm seem so confused and concerned why there are purple love marks all over urself.

also has a thing for blowies, loves them and practically begs them from you.

gets hard seeing you in revealing clothing, and will likely pull you aside if he sees you in clothes like that while the boys are around.

any position, does it wherever you two land on in the bed. cums anywhere but likes doing it on ur tummy, though.

loves to just cuddle you and pamper you after sex.

angus young

he's always so sweet, and sensual in sex, but sometimes it does get a bit heated at times when he's upset and angry.

angus when he gets upset or angry, he's rough. he'll start degrading you, and practically does what Bon will do, and of course he got all the tips from Bon.

angus doesn't mind much, but if the kink is too weird, and the description of it just sounds gross to him, he won't do it at all, not even eventually.

he doesn't mind eating you out. he actually likes it somehow. he didn't have the chances to doing it at first, but once he knew how good you tasted, he started doing it more.

loves ur thighs, gropes and touches them a lot.

he's always so sweet, holding hands while you too have sex, pampering you with kisses and sweet love bites.

blowies. he loves them. just give him one and hes fine. sometimes its not enough, though.

loves seeing you in lingerie, has a "small" book with you in it. cliff was curious about it, and angus started wacking him with the book.

does it anywhere, couch, bed, over counter tops, stuff like that.

cums on ur tummy, but does it anywhere you'd want.

any position, missionary, or cowgirl/reverse cowgirl.

malcolm young

okay, this is similar to angus's. he is very sweet, kind of rough but mostly sensual and sweet.

he pampers you during sex a lot. holding hands, kissing you while having sex and all that sweet stuff.

aftercare is just.. omg. he cuddles you, washes you up, and makes sure ur okay after he just pounded into you.

gets a bit sloppy after a while, but tries to not get too sloppy.

he does get rough if thats what you want. he doesn't want sex the same all the time for you, and if you want it different he is okay with that.

if you have a weird, unusual kink, description of it sounds gross, he won't do it, and refuses too.

missionary, he loves it. but if you want another position then he's willing. he's an open book during sex, definitely.

prefers bed, but anywhere is okay with him at this point. he even tried doing it under a table with you when angus and his girlfriend were there.

has a giant thing for blowies, adores them a lot, and begs for them from you.

loves to taste you, and have you cum all over his fingers.

cliff williams

cliff is definitely a rough one during sex. he likes to just go all out. but he'll be slow sometimes.

having you in lingerie would be the last thing he'd wanna see when he dies, loves seeing you in it and begs to take pictures of you with it on.

literally doesn't mind any kink at all, yes if its too weird he won't do it at all, but mostly he's okay with it.

says you taste like candy, so he loves eating you out a lot.

having a blowie would also be the last thing he'd want.

anywhere is fine with him, but prefers somewhere with pillows and comforters.

cums about anywhere he feels like, but if u don't want him to cum a certain area, just ask.

reverse cowgirl and missionary for him >>>

adores having aftercare with you. he loves it, just tending to you is something he love's doing.

he's willing to share you with one of his bandmates.

phil rudd

okay phil basically is like cliffs and angus's. he is very sweet and sensual, but sometimes he's rough and possessive during sex.

any position. prefers just doing it wherever you land even if its weird.

cums on ur tummy, but is willing to cum anywhere else if you want him too.

aftercare is the best! he cleans you up, washes you if u want him too, and just kisses you all over and tends to you.

prefers somewhere comfortable like cliff, but public areas is fine with him, like bathrooms and backstage.

used to have a small photo book of you in revealing clothing, but it was gone and he thinks bon or someone else in the band took it.

any kink is fine with the guy, even if it consists of piss and all that. just ask and he'll test it with you. he'll ask if he's doing it right, lol.

explained to his bandmates that he won't share you, and he won't ever want them to watch you guys and how he pleases you in sex.

blowies >>>>>>

he's just a sweet big ol' goof during sex.

[breitzbachbea]

Since I asked for Michele I of COURSE have to ask about Harry. (And to selfishly ask for Paddy too, if you wanna)

YEEEES MORE STRANGE MEN TO BINGO ABOUT

Harry

I have been assigned O'Connel-kin at least twice and I also know exactly what parts of myself I am projecting onto him, so that justifies the "They just like me fr". I write Harry a lot and I do talk about him, but I do less of the latter I think. I wonder why, honestly! He's so angry and he's carrying so much grief through the world and he wants to be kind but can't, but he also loves those around him more than he could ever put into words. He is dirty and down to earth and simple, but also INCREDIBLY smart and refined and a man of culture. I really want someone to hug him for a 1000 years. That would fix him. That would fix the gentle heart that beats so, so loud, like, he got a pighead to a fault, but it's because he wants to PROTECT and he won't take SHIT from anyone and deep down inside he is just a very angry 7 year old who has had to go through too much too fast. I look at Harry and I am so proud of him for doing so well, but I also grief so much about the lives he could not live by no fault of his own.

Paddy

If I WANNA??? IF I WANNA??? WHEN DO I NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY WRECK OF AN OLD MAN, ABOUT THE GENTLE GIANT, ABOUT THE OLD BASTARD??? Paddy is my everything, he's lived three lives and if anything happened to his kids he'd kill everyone and then himself and this isn't even hyperbole. He has bottled up SO MUCH, his kids don't know and the others who knew the second Paddy don't know and if Angus ran into him these days, he would not recognize the man. His Paddy had no meat on his gangly bones, his Paddy was built like a clothes hanger from which one dangled a body, broad shoulders and nothing to fill them out with, and this Paddy gets genuinely too excited and pats Charlie on the back and at least two ribs pop off by no fault of his own. Paddy thinks he is a sinner beyond redemption, but his loved ones deserve second chances. He never was a father and never will be, but he adopts any lost kid within a 100 mile radius. He full of GHOSTS that keep him up at night, he's so haunted by all that was and never will be again. He is also a grumpy old bastard with a hole for a stomach. I think I might explode if I think about him for too long.

[lady-starbind]

POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS RANT

So um... before we begin, Imma warn u dudes ‘n dudets that my rant will NOT be spoiler free so um, ignore this post once you’ve been spoiled OR proceed if u don’t care about being spoiled or not. SO FIRST THINGS FIRST... I HAVE ANCESTOR OCS THAT I’VE CREATED, WHICH I’LL BRIEFLY EXPLAIN: Anne Rose (my persona’s ancestor, sister of a grandparent on her paternal side): Fiery Scottish woman from Galar, has come to Hisui in search of gold.... Instead of gold, she finds Pokemon friends and learns the art of a tailor from Anthea (who becomes her mentor) ...Anne was originally going to be the MC I played as, but I’ll explain later why that is now SCRAPPED. (Rose is her middle name btw, her real last name is my last name which is none of y’all’s concerns lols) Angus Rothes (Timothy’s Very Great Grandfather, a direct ancestor from his Paternal side): Best friend of Anne’s and helps her with her studying for the Pokedex and such. Unlike his descendant, Angus is not near as timid and is pretty social and brave. Probably doesn’t look up to Anne as a mother figure, but she’s definitely his bestie. Angus is around 13 during this timeframe ig Bramble (Fan Ancestor of Thorton, he’s likely related as a Great Uncle of sorts): Bramble is a highly curious boy who loves tinkering with machinery! (...well, whatever machinery can be tinkered with in Hisui ig), Unlike his Atheist nephew, Bramble likely practices Shinto and worships his Bronzong. Bramble is also around 10 years old in this timeline. He has a crush on Anne that is never reciprocated. THERE WE GO, HAVE A PICTURE OF... HISUIAN GROWLITHE AS WE GO ON TO THE NEXT SECTION:

RELATIONSHIP CHART THINGY FOR MY OCS WITH THE CANON CHARACTERS: Anne: Angus = Best friend, Bramble = Close friend and study buddy, Melli = MORTAL ENEMY (lmbo deep down they at least respect the other's abilities.... and do care about the other... at least somewhat? In an odd twisted way perhaps?) Anthe = Mentor, probably teaches Anne how to make clothes? Two are close ...close-ish,

Angus): Anne = Best friend, Bramble = friend and study buddy... lowkey jealous of Bramble's friendship with Anne, Melli = Acquaintance ...he's not a big fan of the guy, Anthe = Probably friends or acquaintances,

Bramble: Anne = Close friend and study buddy ...develops a crush on Anne that is never reciprocated, Angus = friend and study buddy ...can sense Angus' jealousy and he's lowkey jealous of Angus's friendship with Anne,

Melli: Anne = MORTAL ENEMY (mutually respects one another's abilities... though would rarely be humble enough to admit it. Cares about her as well... just another human being ig, human decency if you will. His rivalry with Anne has left him with a scar where she bit him once, and has helped him be more physically tough... might come in handy for protecting his sweetheart/future sweetheart.) Angus = Annoying friend of Anne's ...at least he's not as obnoxious or barbaric though. NEXT SECTION

I HAVE LEARNED THINGS ABOUT THIS GAME I WAS NOT EXPECTING 1# Ingo in Legends Arceus is NOT Granpa/Uncle Ingo... No, he’s THE Ingo! The same fricker that you take on in the battle subway! I knew his clothes looked a bit too much like Ingo’s... I never counted on him being THE Ingo though... Hope he and Emmet can get a reunion soon :’( ....I MUST LEARN MORE ABOUT HIS BACKSTORY IF I CAN!

2# MC-CHAN IS NOT FROM HISUI?! THEY’RE APPARENTLY YEETED FROM A DISTANT FUTURE!? (Hence why my lovely fictional ancestor Anne will likely no longer be our MC rip ;w;) ...I’ve read online that said future is a future beyond the Modern Sinnoh we all know and love?! SO DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME MC-CHAN IS LIKE, BOTW LEVEL INTO THE FUTURE BEFORE THEY ARE YEETED BACC IN TIME BY ARCEUS!? GAMEFREAK AT LEAST LET THEM BE FROM MODERN DAY SINNOH... I COULD HAVE AT LEAST YEETED MY BOI NESTOR BACC IN TIME AND MAYBE HE AND INGO COULD BECOME BROS!!! (Nestor is like... from normal Modern day ig?) I may just say “frick u” and yeet normal modern day Nessie boi bacc in time to Arceus, I believe he’d have lotsa fun exploring a freaking new TIME PERIOD I just love the idea of Nestor’s cousin Neoguri and Ingo’s bro-bro Emmet going back in time in search of their kinfolk. Give them all a happy ending... TwT Ig I need to verse myself with the lore more before I go and make more fanlore but... ig any of u guys who have played, y’all think it too farfetched for a character from normal modern day to be yeeted back in Hisui? Or can I frick the story and yeet a modern day Nessie boi? OH AND HAVE A CURSED HEADCANON BEFORE I LEAVE YOU LOVELY PEOPLE

SO PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TALKING LIKE THIS FRICKER (Melli) IS AVERY’S ANCESTOR... WHICH HAS ME THINKING... DOES HE MARRY A POKEMON?! Now, before you guys throw off at the absolute absurdity of this headcanon, hear me out lol. Avery’s family naturally has like, Psychic powers... You know what else has naturally occurring psychic powers?! POKEMON Remember that lovely scene in DPPt where the player read about people in the olden days, MARRYING POKEMON?! THEREFORE, I HEADCANON THAT MELLI LIKELY MARRIED A PSYCHIC POKEMON, MAYBE A GARDEVOIR AND HAD A FAMILY WITH IT... THUS LEADING TO ALL THE WEIRD PSYCHIC PEOPLE THAT IS FREAKING AVERY’S FAMILY... Now look... I don’t really fancy the idea of Pokemon x Human couples persey but.... I mean, there is canon grounds that this cursed event could have happened. Yes you guys, y’all are very welcome for the nightmares I have bestowed upon you lol.

one thing I do appreciate about Melli, and Imma bet that this is a thing most of the dudes in the Avery family has went through: I honestly thought Melli was a girl before I found clarification that in fact, he was a guy. The same situation happened when I was first introduced to Avery... The men in this family are feminine and elegant no?

[just-a-fangirl13]

Thoughts & Theories about MacGyver 5x10 [MacRiley]

HOLY SHIT! 

This episode was absolutely INSANE. Im writing out my thoughts once and for all because I need to stop thinking about everything that happened (I highly doubt I will be able to but here's to trying)

SPOILERS FOR 5x10 OFCOURSE

Straight off the bat, I was screaming *internally* and yelling at Mac when he showed the diamond to Bozer. I suspected it yesterday when we got the snippet of Murdoc saying the words DIAMOND and RING with extra emphasis..(everyone on twitter said I was jumping to conclusions.. I thought so too honestly) But damn I did NOT expect them to actually do that!

Now here's why I am not mad about it anymore. [this is my interpretation you are free to disagree]

Firstly, when Mac told Bozer he was going to propose he didnt say I’m doing it because I love Desi or I want to spend the rest of our lives together or because she’s the one (doesn't mean he doesnt care for her ofcourse)

He said “Ever since I lost my dad & Jack, I have been thinking about the bigger picture and a commitment to make things work is exactly what Desi and I need right now. A grand romantic gesture.” He wanted to propose for stability so he could finally be on the same page with her. They never really defined their relationship before and this was a way for Mac to final bring it together. A grand romantic gesture is usually something people use to win their partners back which is what Mac was trying to do I guess. It almost sounds like he has to do it so he doesn't lose her again 

(ill get to my second reason in the end)

Then ofcourse Bozer tells Riley about it so she can be prepared. Bozer is such a good friend. He is supportive of Mac AND wants to protect Riley. I love him for it! He really is doing everything to be the best friend he can to both of them. (Leannas death was so painful and I just want to hug him but thankfully Riley had that covered.)

Next we get the BIG REVEAL. The moment all of us had been waiting for. 

The moment that SHOOK Angus MacGyver and CHANGED EVERYTHING!

Rileys Feelings!

“You want me to say it out loud? Fine. Yes I had feelings for Mac. There I said it. and yeah watching him and Desi together was breaking my heart so I moved out of his house. I should have said something to him a long time ago but I didn’t and now its over. ”

I had the opposite of a HEART ATTACK! (my heart rate was through THE ROOF!)

I have to say they really really outdid themselves on this reveal. 

SIDE NOTE: If anyone comes for Riley and tries to call her a slut or a home wrecker? You will have me to deal with. Even after Murdoc played the clip of her confession she still tried to deny it and brush it off so it wouldn't complicate things for Mac and Desi. If Riley had wanted, she could have easily told Mac this to his face while he was dating Desi and then let things happen from there but she DIDNT. She kept that secret buried so deep she herself was in denial.

(also if anyone calls Mac a player or anything like that.. I will end you. He is doing his best to deal with everything that has happened to him and people keep giving him shit for it....)

Anyways, we see Mac’s expression & he is just confused and shocked and clearly not trying to think about it because it changed EVERYTHING for him. 

[Murdoc saying I THINK IM ON TEAM RILEY was a HUGE HIGHLIGHT for me! I love him so damn much!]

Desi took it really well too actually. If they keep going down this road of growth and maturity for her I think I could actually like her again. (Russ too when he apologised to Bozer) 

She didnt throw a hissy fit or say I knew it or look at Riley like she was the villain. She focused on the mission & I respect her for that.

(Riley does say, “the next thing you are going to hear on that recording-” and then gets cut off by Desi.. If this will come into play at some point later on or if it was just her trying to explain herself, remains to be seen.)

Then after the climax, we finally hear Riley say the words to Mac in real time and we get our FIRST MacRiley hug of the season! 

At this point I thought they would agree to be friends and make the friendzone thing clear BUT NOPE. (you have no idea how happy I am about it not going down like that!)

I was also a puddle on the floor. SO

“Mac look-”

“You don’t have to say anything if you dont want to. Really.”

“I want to. Last year in Germany. I realised I was starting to have feelings for you. Real feelings. I didnt want to make anything weird between you and Desi. I didnt want to mess up our work or our friendship so I decided to bury it. Until the feelings passed.”

“Emotions aren’t a science. You can’t control them.”

Gosh they are so perfect together! The way they look at each other and the HUG! OH MY GOD THE HUG! Its just perfection.

Now we also see this from Desi’s POV. Again no anger or jealousy from her. I think it was an understanding. She realised that she and Mac were never going to work.. maybe a little pain but honestly everything that went down with her and Mac was her fault too. The lack of trust and understanding was always a problem for them. Sure, things were going well but she didnt seem like she was ready for a commitment if im being honest. If Mac had proposed I think Desi would have said no.(again nothing wrong with that) 

She didnt want to label their relationship..they haven't said the words I love you to each other and I dont think they even live together. It really was way too sudden.(these are just things im assuming people define how well a relationship is going by.. I have no experience.)

Then ofcourse we have what im calling the goodbye scene. Its the break up before the break up in my opinion.

Desi tells Mac that they should pretend the last 24 hours never happened (that might actually include Mac wanting to propose but make of it what you will..) and that they should have a clean slate. But its very clear from Mac’s face and Desi sees it too that he isnt 100% onboard with it. He cant forget about it.

Which is when Desi says “Look Mac just do whatever you feel is right” and Mac looks confused.

She then gives him a goodbye kiss. 

Look if you have ever watched any show/movie before where the characters are saying goodbye to each other or breaking each others hearts...THERE IS ALWAYS A KISS ON THE CHEEK. A final farewell of sorts. 

That is what it seemed like to me. It was Desi telling Mac to do what he has to. Even if it inevitably leads to their break up.

Again real emotional maturity from Desi here!

Then we get the scene, Monica Macer (the show runner) tweeted about back in December.

Mac knocking on someones door. If im being honest? I thought it was Desi’s place and he was going to propose...

BUT it turned out to be Riley’s.

Mac clearly hasn't stopped thinking about what happened. I wouldnt either if my best friend who has put her life on the line for me and trusts me 100%, now has feelings for me? That would turn my world upside down too.

especially if I had feelings for her that I buried so deep that I never acknowledged them.

Also this is my scenario for how their first kiss goes down just FYI.. (Mac showing up at Rileys doorstep and finally confessing his feelings and kissing her *probably won't happen that way now though, but I still love it*)

Mac hesitates for a second before finally knocking on her door.

“Mac? Everything okay?”

“I can’t pretend like the last 24 hours didnt just happen. They did. So I gotta ask. Did it work?”

“Did what work?”

“Hiding your emotions and letting it pass. Did they go away?”

and I proceeded to pass out. My brain just checked out...

Now initially in all my freaking out I thought Mac was asking Riley about his feelings. If HE buried them deep enough would he still be able to move on with Desi but then I rewatched it and I realised he was asking RILEY if her feelings were still there, if there was still a possibility of something ever happening. 

She never told him its all good now! my feelings are gone and it was a long time ago. She told him she buried it but he needed to know if a future with Riley was something tangible. 

BASICALLY ANGUS MACGYVER ASKED RILEY DAVIS IF SHE WAS STILL IN LOVE WITH HIM. *I think I need to go to a hospital now*

So this was my second reason for not being annoyed about the proposal. The writers used it to show what a huge impact it would have on Mac. How much Rileys feelings would actually mean to him. the GAME CHANGER it would be.

A friend of mine said it was kinda funny and a little jarring but I liked it. (I could have done without the proposal) But I understand why they did it. They couldnt have Mac and Desi break up the same day Riley’s feelings came out because then people would hate Mac. They had to make him want to take the next step with Desi but then drop a bomb on him, that would make him question everything.

Again this is what I took away from it.

BUT GOSH WAS THIS EPISODE AMAZING!

I do get that some people are not happy with this and some said it was too sudden *not like we’ve been waiting since season 1 or anything* but I think after 5x11 things will slow down again. Mac may break up with Desi only at the end of the season when he finally comes to terms with his feelings. (Some people are still cautious and I get it but after everything that just happened I find it hard to believe that Mac and Riley won't end up together after all.. not to mention the leaked script conversation between Mac and Riley from 5x15)

Now I dont know how the final scene ends.. they definitely dont get called away for their solo mission immediately after because Mac’s cheek injury is relatively healed in this stills, which means Riley does answer Mac’s question. She may try to avoid it or deflect but he is standing right there so...who knows.

Next weeks episode is a MacRIley solo mission and lets just say things definitely are heating up a bit..*wink wink*

YUP IM HYPED. 

BRING ON THE SEXUAL TENSION AND THE ANGST!

[hiswhiteknight]

Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 10

Summary:  Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader 

Words: 1400

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obvious fighting and violence, mention of suicide

*I’ll be honest, this chapter is more of a fuller, substance chapter. If you wanted to be added to the tag list, please send me a message or chat. Thank you for everyone’s patience!

The hunt still left you plenty in your thoughts. It should be on helping in whatever way you can, but you kept thinking on your role here and how you clearly will never belong, no matter how to try to be kind and open to the culture, no matter how much you push away your own values and morals for these people. It will never matter. Rupert yelled your name, catching your attention. A man got hurt and you help mend what you can before instructing Rupert to bring him back to the village. Another scream, a different type of scream caused you to be pulled from you own thoughts of now and into the times of wartime. You charge to the scream, you found a man losing blood quickly, and a shot pulled you from your thoughts. The boar that did this must have been shot, “Mistress Y/L/N, am I going to die?”

 All the pressure and anger you felt subsided, “Hold of Geordie, let me look at you,” several clansmen surrounded you. Dougal showed up to hold Geordie as you tried to patch up his leg. Dougal and him were exchanging words when you saw the wounds to his abdomen. Dougal made eye contact with you and you knew he knew what you were saying. You pulled off the tourniquet, and grabbed his hand, “Geordie, the pain is going to be go soon, but while we wait, I have a bet with Angus.” Geordie looked at you the way many men have looked at you before in the Marine. You had to bring him peace in the time of his panic, “I bet Angus that the colonies had more beautiful sites than Scotland. Tell me about your home, what’s it like?”

 Georgie perked up as he told you about his home and you gripped his hand with all your might and continue to stroke his hair to help sooth him. And soon he was gone, you quickly got up and made your way to your horse. Before you knew what you were doing, you made your way to the castle. You needed some busy work, like stitching up the leg of the man who was also attacked by the boar. Afterwards, you walked outside to see the men playing field hockey, which you played for a few years in high school. This was far more barbaric, and you could see Dougal taking his rage out on Jamie. He could cope in anger, but if you did this, you would be gutted.

 You wondered who would win in a fight and you had no doubt Jamie would win. When you saw Dougal on the ground, a young girl from one of your lessons tugged on your arm, “Well hello Molly dear, you enjoying the gathering?” There is no reason to take your rage on children, they didn’t do anything wrong. Honestly, teaching them defense things and survival tactics was the most time you felt at peace, well except when you were with – never mind that thought.

 “Aye mistress, very much,” you smile down at her, “I heard about your ill-wish and I know who made it. They did not know it was intended for you when they gave it to the girl.”

Guilt hit your chest again, someone was scared you were going to hurt them for being an accomplice. You were letting the harshness of one person hurt your relationship with the majority, “You know who put it under my bed?”

 “Aye mistress,” she whispered, “You wouldn’t be telling my mother, would you? She wouldn’t be wanting me to get into others business.”

 You bent down to her level, “Tell you what,” you pull out your coin bag with most of the money you made for yourself while staying here – your escape money, “I’ll tell your mother you helped me collect supplies for the gathering, which is why I paid you all this. And you tell me who put it under my bed?”

 “Mistress, I don’t need your money. Girls aren’t allowed to learn the things you are teaching. You don’t deserve any ill-wishes. You’re lovely,” you smile up at her.

 You pass her the bag, “You’ve earned it dear, I keep my word. Give me the name and the money is yours.”

 “Laoghaire,” she whispered. You shot up, looking around completely shocked.

 “Alrighty lass,” you pat her on the shoulder, “If you don’t mind, I have business to take care of.”

 “Be careful, please,” she urged after you.

 You had a hyper focus again, you intended to kick her ass, like you reported. And you found her socializing where most of the clan put up tent for the gathering. You passed Murtagh and Jamie, taking off your sling bag off and your dagger from your waistband and handed it to one of them, “Murtagh, could you mind this for me?”

 “I’m not your errand boy, lass, and where you going that you won’t need this,” he questioned.

 “You’re a pretty face, Murtagh, you ask too many questions,” you sass to him, looking at your target. Jamie and him stopped leaning on a post, both putting their drinks down. They could clearly tell you mean business. “Hey, Laoghaire, you two faced, toxic bitch, I got your gift earlier and I would like show you my appreciation.”

 She had the audacity to give you a glare, before she realized she was in real danger. She started to step backwards, and the crowd started to grow around you as you moved closer to the girl, “Leave me alone, wench.”

 “Oh, you do have words now that you can use. I thought you might be too stupid to speak up and say something since you chose to instead use this voodoo bullshit to get at me. You want to bring me pain lady, let’s go at it,” you finally were within three feet of her. Before you could make a grab at her, she ran in another direction.

 You were about to put your running skills to work, when Murtagh gripped your arm, “Come on lass, you made your point let’s get you back to the surgery.”

 “You know what, I’m a little busy right now. But I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a few, we can have some tea to cleanse our spirit, la de da and all,” you keep her in your eye sights. You were about to start your chase when you were tossed over a shoulder. Murtagh was carrying you back as you banged on his back. You were mad in this moment because you gave your dagger away to this meathead or he would have suffered from a few, no lethal jabs. He dropped you in the surgery room, “Damn it, Murtagh what the hell is wrong with you?”

 “With me, you were about to put a big target on your back. You’re a guest here lass, they don’t take too kindly to guests attacking one of their kin,” he leaned against the counter.

 You started to cry, and you usually do not cry, “Does it mean nothing I didn’t start it? Her action deserves a consequence. I watch all men here fight over nothing and here I am fighting against an injustice and my life is at danger. Do I not matter to anyone where? Should I just go to the tallest tower and jump?”

 “Don’t be so dramatic, an ill wish is nothing,” he urged to you. He didn’t seem too phased by the fact you were crying, though he did soften his voice to show sympathy, “I know you don’t believe any of nonsense. You are a smart woman.” You started to toss things about the surgery, organizing all the stuff you brought out for the hunt. Murtagh walked over to you and stopped you by gripping the top of both your arms, “Y/N, you matter more than you know. Stop this behavior, you’ll get accustomed.”

 “Murtagh, why do I always have to be the one to change? What do I have to do to feel like I belong here, how long will it take for people to believe I’m not an outsider?”

 He took a deep breath again, “I know it doesn’t seem it now and I don’t know how, but you do belong here. It’ll come in time. Until then, stop picking fights.”

 “Yes father,” you rolled your eyes, “Where is Jamie, I assume he has my bags and things?”

 “Aye, right now he is taken care of Laoghaire, so you needed be worrying about her anymore,” he said, making his way to the stairs.

 “Unless he has killed her and hid the body, I’ll keep to worry about her and her no good deeds, thank you,” you shouted at him. “And make sure Jamie brings back my things sooner rather than later.”

 And before Jamie could drop off your things, Dougal Mackenzie came down to share you would be journeying out to collect rent from the clan who wasn’t able to make it.

PART 11

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