Author’s note: FAHC imagine where reader is Ryan’s wife and bakes him cookies to take to work, she knows what he does and she’s alright with it. Geoff and the rest of the crew are always curious how Ryan always has some form of goody with him until maybe one of the lads see them exchanging things and they think you’re a drug dealer or something..
Pairing: Fahc Ryan Haywood x female reader
Warning: smut, the f-word (it’s Michael), the s-word, fluff, masterbation, implied rough sex..
“When are you going to share what I bake with the rest of the crew? I make enough for a small army.” You said, a small smile on your face as you handed your husband Ryan a goodie bag filled with treats you just baked. “Maybe I don’t want to share you at all. Maybe I’ll just keep you for myself.” Ryan said with a smile before hugging you around the waist and kissing along your neck. You blushed profusely, “Ryan. Please, don’t let me make you late for work. Besides they’re always asking about me.” “They don’t know about you.” Ryan said into your neck, his words tickling you and making you giggle. “Yeah well something makes you happy and it’s not just my baking. They’re gonna find out about me eventually Ry.” You said, though you wore a smile. “Nah, you’ll be my secret forever.” He said, before kissing you on the neck again.
When Ryan got home he came into the house slowly. You could tell just from hearing how he was walking, slowly, but heavily, that he’d had a rough day. You immediately got up from bed where’d you’d been reading and went into the bathroom to start a hot bath. You slipped into your robe and nothing else, heading into the living room to find Ryan sitting on the couch, his head slung back against the couch cushions. You appeared next to him, “Come on Ry.” You said and he opened one eye to a slit to try and see you. You beckoned him with a finger and he grunted, getting up and following you into the bedroom. You took his shirt off him, splaying your hands across his chest you massaged lightly as you went down, before removing the rest of his clothes.
Once he was bare you lead him slowly into the bathroom, hands in his and once in front of the tub you slipped off your robe. Nothing was said as you got in and let the hot water envelope you like a silk cocoon. You turned in the water, and Ryan woke up enough to follow you. Once you were both in you swam around Ryan so you were behind him and brought up a canister to get his hair wet. You washed his hair for him, massaging his scalp in the process and he grunted when you pinch his bottom. “Too tired and sore.” He muttered and you smiled knowingly. “Couldn’t resist a tease Ry. You do have a nice butt.” As you massaged body wash into his back you could feel his chuckle. You finished washing him and got out.
You pulled him into the bedroom and now that he was clean and relaxed you had a plan to make him even more so. “Lay on the bed Ry, on your chest.” You said simply before you walked back in the bathroom. As tired as Ryan was he did what you asked. When you came back your robe was back on and you held a bottle of oil in your hands. You climbed up the bed and sat at his feet. You warmed some oil up on your hands and started massaging his feet. You massaged the arches, heels and toes until you got more oil and rubbed up his calves and the backs of his knees. You replenished your oil and massaged his posterior and his lower back. You slowly worked up his whole body, eventually reaching down his arms to his fingertips where he trapped your fingers in his. “Too good.” He mumbled against the sheets. “Huh?” You asked and he turned over sleepily. “You’re too good for me.” He said and reached up to touch your face. He cupped your cheek and you smiled down at him, “I love you Ry.” You said and he smiled now completely sated and pulled you down for a kiss. It was loving and gentle and when he pulled away he said, “I love you back.”
When Ryan woke up he woke up to the sweet smells emanating from the kitchen. A lazily smile grew on his lips as he realized he wouldn’t have to go in till later and he stretched. His muscles from last night instead of being sore, were pliable and soft. He chuckled as he got out of bed and got dressed. You really were too good for him. The only reason the crew didn’t know about you was for your safety and for Ryan’s. If other people knew about you they’d try and use you as a weak spot to get to Ryan and then Geoff. Ryan made his way out to the kitchen to see you dutifully baking more treats, it was almost a wonder how Ryan kept his strong figure with the amount he ate of your goodies. “Someone’s busy.” He said, a smile on his face as he watched you bake in your apron, without a bra and in your panties. You turned and smiled, “And someone finally got to sleep in.” You said and removed a pan from the oven, setting it on top of the stove to cool before you got out another cooling rack and started transferring the goods onto it.
“Thanks for last night, I needed it.” Ryan said, coming over to wrap his arms around your waist. “It’s no problem Ry. You just got back from work, it’s bound to get tiring.” You said and placed a kiss to his shoulder when you turned your head. He spun you around to kiss you properly which brought a blush to your cheeks. You looked down but Ryan brought you back up to face him. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” “And you’re always cute.” You said and stole another kiss from him before slipping gently out of his grasp so you could finish your baking. “What time do you go in later?” You asked and you set another cookie sheet down on the stove top. “Ehh, probably in a few hours.” “You stopping by the store on your way back?” “I can. What do you need?” “More sugar.” “Babe, if you get any sweeter you’re gonna melt me completely.” “Is that so?” You asked, relieving yourself of your oven mitts and your apron and stepping towards Ryan in nothing but your panties. “You saying I’m not sweet enough already?” Ryan stuttered when he saw you but quickly pulled you in for a kiss. And just like the temperature of an oven, things heated up in the kitchen.
“Dude, how come you always have cookies with you?” Michael asked as they were getting ready for a heist. “I like cookies.” Ryan said and Geoff scoffed, “Yeah we all do, but you always have them. How do you have time to go to the store?” “They’re homemade.” Ryan muttered and Gavin gasped, incredulous. “Wot! I didn’t know you baked Rye-bread.” “Maybe it’s just one of my many secrets Gav.” “Many? That means you have more. You gonna tell us Ry?” Gavin pushed and Ryan turned towards him, a crooked smile on his face, “That’s debatable Gavin. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” “Oh come off it!” Gavin laughed it off but even he didn’t think Ryan was joking completely. Needless to say Ryan did end up sharing his cookies and then went through ten whole minutes of the rest of them raving about how good they were. It was only a matter of time until they found out about you as well.
“The guys tried your baking today.” “And?” “Ugh, they thought it was awful. Must mean more for me.” You hit him playfully in the chest. “Stop that. I know they liked it. And you’ll always have my confections so don’t worry.” Ryan chuckled. “And your affections?” He asked, sounding hopeful. “Of course Ry, isn’t that why you married me?” Ryan smiled and cupped your head in his hand, causing you to blush and smile. “I love you.” You said and Ryan leant forward on the bed and kissed you. Pulling away he repeated, “I love you back.”
You were out at the store, getting your normal everyday groceries when you saw Geoff enter the store. He went over into the liquor isle and picked out an expensive looking bottle. You tried not to pay attention to him but you couldn’t help but recognize him from Ryan’s stories. You smiled and went back to your shopping. When you were in the check out Geoff appeared behind you. “Saw you looking at me earlier when I entered the store. You checking me out?” You chuckled and shook your head, scanning your items. “Just browsing.” You said and scanned a package of flour. Geoff caught your hand and you gasped, pulling back slightly. Geoff noticed this and said, “What’s wrong? You act as though I can’t touch you.” “You shouldn’t.” You replied and Geoff smirked, “Why not?” “Because I’m married.” You said and finished bagging your groceries. Geoff held up his hands. “Okay fair enough. Though if I were a little younger maybe I’d fight them for you.” At that you actually laughed, taking up your groceries and turning back to look at Geoff. “Now that, I’d pay to see.” Geoff gave you a strange look accompanied by a smile but didn’t say anything. You nodded to him and then left the store, putting your groceries in your trunk before heading back to your apartment.
“Babe? You home?” You called out as you heard the front door open and then the the familiar sound of Ryan walking into the kitchen. “Yeah, what’s up?” “Saw Geoff at the store today. Also I was thinking maybe we should get a house that way I’ll have more room to bake for you.” You said, putting the groceries away. Ryan gave you a strange look, “Wait, say that again?” “The house part? Well I was thinking-.” “(Y/N). You know which part I mean.” You looked down and then back up at Ryan, his face solemn. “It’s fine Ry, he didn’t know who I was.” “But you knew who he was? How?” “Come on, all your stories. Besides, first pace he went when he entered the store was the alcohol isle. If that doesn’t give it away what does?” “Did you talk with him?” “Yeah, in the check out. He thought I was checking him out but I told him I was married and he said if he were younger he’d fight whoever had me, in this case you, but he didn’t know that and I said I would pay to see that.” Ryan pierced his lips. “He’s gonna know something’s up. You acted like you know him.” “I do.” You said and Ryan placed his hands on your shoulders, “No, I know. But-.” “Ry, it’s okay. He doesn’t know me and I think he’d be pretty used to people recognizing him, he’s the boss of the most notorious crew in the city.” You wrapped your arms around Ryan’s shoulders, feeling how tense he was. “It’ll be fine Ry.” “Okay.” He relented and placed a kiss to your lips before he parted and said, “I’m going out, I’ll be back later.” “Okay.” You said and placed a kiss to his cheek.
“Dicks dude, there was this girl at the supermarket today.” Geoff started in when Ryan got to the penthouse. “Oh no, Geoff’s finally gone rogue, falling in love with the public.” Jack said and made a funny face. “No dude, she wasn’t like the public.” “How so?” Gavin asked and Geoff told his side of how he met you. “Well I go into the store right, to get some Whiskey.” “Go figure.” Michael said and Geoff chuckled, “And I see this chick just looking at me, or at least in my direction so I get behind her in the checkout and ask her if she was checking me out when I came in.” “She probably had to look for a trashcan after seeing you.” Michael teased, making Geoff laugh before continuing, “And she says no and that she’s married. So I told her if I were younger maybe I’d fight the lucky son of a bitch who got to have her.” “Yeah? So what makes her different Geoff. What makes this one stand out from all the rest?” “I don’t know man. It was almost like she knew me. She laughed and said she’d pay to see it. Like she’d knew I’m lose.” At this point Ryan had come into the room more and said, “Aww, did Geoff get the piss taken out of him and that’s why he thinks she’s different?” Geoff scoffed, “Knock it off cocksucker, you wish you could have seen her.” At that Ryan smiled, but only slightly, little did anyone else know he did see you. All of you, all the time.
When Ryan came home you weren’t out in the kitchen, you are in the bedroom. You didn’t hear Ryan come in and you were too unfocused to register the door opening and closing. You were on top of the sheets, fingers deft in your folds and sinking in and out of your wetness. “(Y/N)?” Your name fell on deaf ears as you got yourself off. Ryan walked into the kitchen only to not find you there, only a fresh sheet of cookies, cooling on a rack. You made slight whimpers as you held your breath, thinking only of Ryan. You came, just as he opened the door to the bedroom, getting to see you arch your back in pleasure and take out your fingers. You brought them up to your lips and lazily licked them clean. “Well, this is always a welcome sight to come home to.” He said and you were too sated to be startled. Instead you reached out your hand, waiting for him to come to you. He did, and lost his clothes in the process. You watched, dazed from your playing, as he crawled on top of you. He cupped your cheek and ground his front on your warm sex. “Always know how to get me going.” He started, “Tasting yourself on your fingers, knowing I would be there to see it. Naughty girl.” He said and ground his now hard length into your inner thigh. “What to do with naughty girls?” He mused out loud and proceeded to make your body completely useless for the rest of the night.
When you woke up you wore a smile on your face, getting up and dressed before wincing slightly. Ryan really had shaken you all night long as that band from the 70s would say. You got up and dressed, glancing over at Ryan’s empty bedside. “Early again.” You muttered and made your way out into the kitchen only to find Ryan in it instead. “Good morning sleepy head.” Ryan greeted you with, holding up a spatula as he turned pancakes on the griddle. “Did you sleep well?” You scoffed and smiled, “You know I slept well. Did you?” You asked, grabbing a seat at the table and flinching slightly. Ryan chuckled, “Something wrong?” He asked when he watched you sit down. “Only thing wrong is you won’t answer my question.” You said, pretending to be serious. Ryan tutted and came over to give you a hug. “Is someone a little sore from last night?” “Just you wait mister. Once this is over, I’ll be the one on top and you will be the one with the sore lower half.” Ryan chuckled and pulled back to check the food. You smirked and added, “For a week.” That comment got him to turn around, a dark, lidded smile in his eyes as he watched you try and get comfortable in the kitchen chairs. “Well, we’ll just have to wait a while until then. Won’t we?” You taunted him further by teasing, “Yes, it will be a while until I can recover. Make sure you have your favourite memories of me to keep you sated while I heal.” You said. Ryan pretended to pout and it was one of the cutest sights. “Please?” He asked as a question and the rest of your resolve fell. “Just make sure to pay attention to the angle of me on you.” You said and Ryan sucked in a breath. “You know for a baker, you sure know how to melt my butter.” Ryan chucked and you laughed, “Stop with the baking puns, you’re ruining it.” “Never.” Ryan said and you replied, “I love you.” Only for Ryan to say, “I love you back.”
“Come on Ry, when are we gonna meet your supplier?” Gavin whined on the couch, xbox controller held lazily in his hands. Ryan perked up, his eyebrow curious as to what he meant. “What are you talking about Gav, I don’t have a supplier.” “Denial.” Michael called in and Jeremy laughed, “Come off it Ry, you always seem to have the best cookies and you’ve been happier recently. You doin’ drugs or something?” Ryan choked on his diet coke spluttering, “Drugs? Why would you think just because I’m happy, I’m hitting up?” “Come on, it’s like you always have the munchies or something. And if I were coming down off a high I know which cookies I would want.” Michael said and Ryan said, “I thought you quit when Ray did?” “I mean yolo right?” Though the mention of Ray made Michael go quiet, until his phone chimed with a call. “You talking about me bro?” It was Ray and Michael smirked, “Yeah fucker, telling them how my dearly departed friend used to justblaze.” “I’m not dying!” “Sometimes I can still here your voice.” “Enough with that meme!” Michael chuckled and took Ray off speaker phone, walking out of the room to have more privacy. And then the banter continued on, the rest completely forgetting about Ryan’s so-called dealer.
“Hey Ry? Where are you now, I’m out and I wanted to give you some cookies. I figured you’d be out by now.” You said into your phone. “What makes you think I’m out?” You heard back and you laughed, “Please, like you aren’t still giving the crew little tastes of my amazing cooking?” “Well someone thinks highly of herself, doesn’t she?” “Please, I like myself very well thank you very much, and so do you. Besides, I saw you sneaking cookies last night, it’s like you didn’t get enough yesterday morning in your goodie bag.” “I don’t share.” He said and you blushed thinking about the other night, “Yeah you do. You can’t tell me you don’t share when you shared all of yourself with me the other night, and then some.” You heard Ryan exhale a breath, “That’s not fair, we’re getting ready to heist and here you are talking like that up in my ear.” You smiled and blew against the mouth piece, “If only that could hit your real ear.” And you knew you heard Ryan try and hold back his whimper. His ears always were sensitive. “Fine, I can meet you in five minutes. You better not be teasing a man about his cookies.” He fake threatened and you smiled, “Never.”
Soon you heard Ryan pull up in his black with green trim, Zentorno and you walked up to the passenger side window. You leant against the car when he rolled down the window and you offered him a bag that had white tissue paper against the interior walls, to keep the cookies more fresh. He smiled as he got some money out of his wallet and offered it to you. “I feel like this is a drug run, you getting me my fix.” He laughed out. “And you paying me for it. What’s this for?” You asked him and he chuckled when he said, “Play it up. Treat yourself.” You smiled and winked at him saying, “You know I will.” With that, you stepped back from the curb and tucked the money he gave you in your purse, and Ryan revved off to go back to work. Little did either of you know the lads had follow Ryan and with the little act you had done, they were now under the impression you were Ryan’s drug dealer.
They followed you for the rest of the day, though they never spoke to you once. They didn’t try and corner you, or take you or even stop you. They just watched you. Back at the penthouse late at night after Ryan left they told the rest of the Gents about it. “It’s real. We saw it.” Michael explained. “Geoff you have to believe us, it was like they really were exchanging drugs.” Jeremy put in after Michael. Geoff shook his head, “This has to be a misunderstanding.” “What’s there to misunderstand? Ryan pulled up, got handed a plastic bag with white shit in it and gave her money.” “Well, Ryan does seem to be acting differently lately, though it’s just happiness. What’s wrong with that?” Geoff asked and Gavin piped up with, “It’s bloody terrifying and different. Usually Ryan will slip in a joke about stabbing someone, now all he does is laugh.” “Or make an even more morbid joke.” Jeremy put in. “Alright, so maybe just follow this “dealer” again. See what her routine is.” Geoff said, “And don’t mention this to Ryan, if he denied it once, he’ll just deny it again and we have to figure out a way to help him before he tries something stronger and really hurts himself.”
So the lads continued to follow you throughout your day until they slipped up, and you recognized Gavin. You would be able to recognize him blind with that nose of his, and his British accent. He was peering behind a display of chips when he was knocked into from behind. You were currently doing the weekly shopping and turned when you heard a squawk of, “Micoo!” You turned to see Gavin picking himself up off the floor of the grocery store and turn to a freckled guy with burnt red hair. “Careful Micoo.” Gavin said, though was much quieter about it. You paid them no mind, trying to act like that sudden out burst hadn’t caught your attention. You paid for your groceries and drove to the police station knowing they wouldn’t follow you in there. You requested a back room to make a private phone call and then called Ryan. “Babe, I think the lads are following me.” You told him and you could almost hear him bristling, “What? Why?” “I don’t know. They were at the supermarket, hiding behind a chip rack.” “Well Lil J’s here with me and Jack so.. Are you sure it’s them?” “Yeah, I think I’m able to recognize any of them from the stories you’ve told me.” “Okay well let me call them. Where are you now?” “The police station, figured they wouldn’t follow me in.” “Why you think they’ll try something?” “Well maybe, since they don’t know who I am. Why would they be following me?” “I’m not sure. But act natural, just go home and if they try something I’ll find them.” “Okay.” You hung up your cell and pocketed it, making your way back out through the station and thanked the dude at the front desk.
You started making your way back home when you got on the road only to hit a bump and cause your tire to go flat. “Dangit.” You muttered and texted Ryan where you were before getting out to assess the damage. You heard a little motor like a mo-ped and turned to find Michael and Gavin riding up behind you on a Faggio. You ignored them and went about changing your tire. “Looks like someone’s a little flat.” Michael said and you frowned, “You better be talking about the car.” Michael just laughed, “Don’t worry babe, I was.” You visibly recoiled and tsked, “Only my husband is allowed to call me babe.” You said and Michael held up his hands. “Didn’t know you were married.” “That’s because you don’t know me. Now why are you following me?” You asked, still changing your tire. “Maybe because we found you out.” Gavin put in. You frowned, your brow furrowing, “Okay, what’d you find out?” “That you’re a drug dealer.” “That I’m a what?!” You asked, eyes wide and face incredulous. “That you deal drugs and we saw you making a deal with one of our friends and we’re just gonna tell you to stop selling to him before he hurts himself.” You stared at them, dumbfounded until you remembered back to your little charade you did with Ryan when you brought him cookies. “Don’t you think you need more evidence before you just start accusing people of dealing or doing drugs?” “Not when our friend who’s normally just creepy starts randomly laughing and it makes you wonder whether he’ll kill you.” “Right? It’s bloody weird, makes me shiver about what he’s thinking of.” That made you smirk because you did the same thing. “How do you know what your friend is thinking of is bad? Maybe he’s just remembering a good time?”
Michael and Gavin continued to look at you until Michael came back with, “I see what you’re doing. Not answering our questions, now be honest. Are you a drug dealer?” “No.” You said and Gavin answers with, “Ah ha! Drug dealer’s are never honest so that means you are one!” A blank look crossed your face and you set down your tire iron. “You just told me to be honest and when I am you don’t believe me? How biased is that question?” “How’d you know we were following you?” “Uh, this is Los Santos. Not hard to pick up on suspicious people around here.” “Leaning up against our friend’s car and offering him a bag of white stuff and getting paid for it is suspicious.” Michael sneered and you countered with, “So’s hiding behind a rack of chips.” Gavin muttered, “Crisps.” “Whatever. Now are you done interrogating me so I can finish fixing my car?” You asked and Michael crossed his arms. “Well if your not a drug dealer, then what’d you give our friend?” “I gave him cookies. And if you believe that then you know I’m not a drug dealer.” Both lads faces dropped, “What?!” Michael screeched, “You’re the master cookie maker?! Those are your cookies Ryan always has?!” You smiled, “Yeah what of it Jones?” Michael was still freaking out about how delectable the treats Ryan shares with them are yours when Gavin said, “Wait, how do you know his name?” “I can figure a lot out Gavin, especially since I know Ryan.” Michael stopped fawning over your baking to say, “But how do you know about us? We’ve never heard about you.” “That’s because she’s my wife.” You all turned to see Ryan standing there, black Zentorno pulled up behind the Faggio. “And that’s how it was supposed to stay.”
“You’re married?!” Geoff shrieked when you were all back at the penthouse. “Since when you fucker?” Michael asked and Ryan and you laughed, “Since three years now?” Geoff huffed, “Well that explains you being so happy these past few years Ry. I can’t believe I thought you’d turned to drugs.” “Geoff come on, who long have you known me? Besides, (Y/N)’s the only drug I need.” Geoff made a disgusted face saying, “I didn’t need to know that.” And Jeremy called out, “Don’t forget her cookies.” Everyone but Geoff laughed, “I can see now I would lose, even if I were younger.” He said, calling back to the conversation he had with you at the store. Ryan brought you aside, walking with you up to the roof and sitting down on one of the many chairs. “I’m glad they handled that well. Now I’m off the hook about drugs and you’re off the hook about being hidden.” Ryan looked at his feet when he said that last part and you knew he was still scared for everyone’s safety, especially yours. “It’ll be okay Ryan.” You said and held up Ryan’s face so his eyes could meet yours. “I love you.” He said and you kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling away you said, “I love you back.”
Note: I call this an AU because in this Stiles is a stoner and there are no supernatural things so yeah
You sensed Stiles watching you with rapt attention as the smoke swirled around your tongue and you inhaled, trying to hold it in as long as you could before blowing it out. You turned to face him, a grin on your face. Over the past year since you and Sties started getting high together you’d often noticed him gazing at you, sometimes with his bottom lip between his teeth.
He stared into your eyes, making sure not to break the eye contact as he took the joint from your hand. Now it was your turn to stare. Never had you been so turned on by watching how his perfect plump lips wrapped around the tip of the blunt as he breathe din the smoke and blew out. You shuddered, pressing your thighs together for some friction when you felt his cold hand rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles. You looked over at him, his eyes glazed over as he watched the baseball game on the T.V. He was unfazed by his action, he was fucking high as a kite by now.
You took this moment to look at him. A layer of scruff from not shaving had formed along his chin and jaw. Fuck. His hair was peeking out on all sides, but still managed to make him look sexy as hell. You took the blunt from his mouth to your own hoping to gain some confidence from your high.
You breathed in the smoke, capturing it in your mouth as you got up, Stiles’ eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you slowly sat on his lap. He stayed silent as your hands reached up to open his mouth and you leaned in just barely leaving enough space between both of your lips. You opened your mouth, the smoke blowing into his as he gladly sucked it in, a sly smirk on your lips.
“I'ma get some juice. Want some?” You spoke nonchalantly as you got up. He nodded no and as you left you barely heard the whispered ‘fuck’ that left his mouth.
I stumbled my way up the stairs, fuck i was buzzed. As i looked for some orange juice in the fridge i thought about what had just happened. Did he get the message or was he too fucking high? I filled a glass with juice and took a sip when i heard Stiles’ footsteps behind me.
“I thought you didn’t want any juice?: My voice was muffled as i took another sip and his footsteps sounded nearer. I nearly jumped when i felt his hands grab my waist.
"That’s because i don’t want any juice.” His voice was deep and low, it was enough to make the hairs at the back of my neck stand up.
“What i want is to bury my cock deep inside that tight little pussy of yours. I want to hear you screaming my name, begging me to fuck you harder until you come.” His hands tugged me back against him as he took the glass from me and placed it on the counter. I stood silent, knowing if i opened my mouth the only thing that would come out is a whimper begging him to fuck me.
“I wanna bury my face and taste you. I wanna fuck you so hard you wot even be able to walk three steps.” He began placing wet hot kisses along my neck and i couldn’t help but let out a small moan at his dirty words. Goddamn.
“You like me talking dirty to you Princess?” He chuckled as his hands slid down my waist to my thighs. He ran his fingers along my panties.
“Oh i think you do. You’re so fucking wet. And all this just from me talking to you? Imagine how wet you’re gonna be when i bury my cock deep inside you.” God, i could feel the smirk on his face as he sucked on my right collarbone, my back against his chest. The pulsing between my thighs was nearly unbearable. I need him to fuck me so badly.
My hand automatically went down to my panties, I was so turned on i couldn’t help but touch myself right there in front of Stiles.
“Tut,tut,tut, you don’t get to do that. You only get to scream my name and beg me to fuck you.” He laughed against my cheek, using his knee to spread open my legs for him. A mewl escaped my lips at the feeling of his thumb pressing down on my clit and the calloused pads of his fingers dipping into my soaking folds.
“S-Stiles.” I managed to mumble before his thumb started rubbing my clit at a steady pace and i let out another moan, bucking my hips up in response. H e hummed in appreciation, rubbing faster and faster to hear more of my dirty moans. I yelped when he pushed a finger in me, letting myself hold onto him, my nails digging into his arm for support.
“Did you think you could just pull that little stunt in the basement and i wouldn’t be horny as hell? Hmm?” He pushed a second finger in as he waited for my response, my knuckles turning white as i gripped his arm for support. My legs were trembling as i climbed higher and higher to my release.
“I’m sorry.” I breathed out as the dirtiest sound followed after.
“Oh you will be when i’m done with you.” A low chuckle left his lips as his fee hand turned my chin to him. This new side of him making me more wet by the minute.
I looked into his eyes as he fingered my pussy, the intense eye contact making the coil in my stomach tighter and tighter.
His fingers were moving at full speed, my legs trembling and barely being able to hold me. He licked his lips before crashing them down on mine. It was harsh and dirty but fucking hell i loved it and he did too as i heard a low groan from him. He was so turned on by my writhing mess, his erection digging into my lower back. He pushed a third finger in, stretching me, and i screamed his name as my thighs clamped shut and my head rolled back as i saw white. My body shook as his fingers continued pumping in and out of me slowly to carry out my orgasm, his lips meeting mine to swallow my moans.
He pulled away and steadied me on my feet. I watched him with heavy lidded eyes as he sucked on his fingers and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
I stood there as he walked out of the kitchen and down towards the basement. What the fuck? I fixed myself before gong back down.
He was sitting on the couch, the joint hanging lazily in his mouth as he watched the rest of the game. He didn’t even flinch when i sat down next to him. His hand went up to remove the blunt from his mouth and he slowly turned to me.
I steadily got up, took the blunt from his mouth to mine, and sat on his lap again. His erection deliciously hitting up against my pussy and i couldn’t help but grind my hips into his, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. Now it was my turn. Again i moved my hips up and down, both of us letting out small moans.
“What do you think you’re doing princess?” His long-fingered hands gripped my waist to stop me from moving again.
I smirked as i put the blunt out on the ashtray behind me before turning back to him. “Shh, relax baby.” My words were mumbles as i sucked red marks on his neck, my fingernails raking along his chest The way i had him moaning beneath me made the throbbing in between my thighs worse. I was pretty sure there was a wet spot on his sweatpants from me and the precum that had formed on his tip.
He chuckled as his hands stopped me once again. “As much as i want your pretty lips around my dick, I would much rather fuck you into oblivion.”
“Mm, then why don’t you?” I looked at him through my eyelashes, making my voice as innocent as possible. Before i knew it he had me flipped over on the couch with him on top of me. I couldn’t get a word out as he began attacking my body with wet hot kisses.
“These are no longer needed.” He mumbled against my stomach as he grabbed my panties and completely ripped them apart. He lifted the t-shirt i was wearing over my head before proceeding to get rid of his clothes. A small gasp left my mouth at the sight of him and i licked my lips in hunger. He smirked when he saw my reaction. Cocky little shit.
His lips found mine in a harsh kiss, tongues and teeth clashed as he dominated me. “God you’re so fucking beautiful, and you’re all mine.” He mumbled, pumping himself a few times before sliding along my dripping folds.
“Don’t tease me.” I could barely speak. He groaned and a mewl left me as he slammed himself into me giving me no time to adjust before doing it again.
“Fuck Stiles!” I screamed as his hand found my clit and began rubbing it at a furious pace. The coil in my abdomen tightened as he thrusted, his fingers now gripping my waist tightly, bruising my flesh.
“So fucking tight.” He panted, his hips snapping up to mine. I shuddered, the flames licking higher as i climbed closer to my second orgasm and he groaned loudly as his lips traveled to my collarbone.
He lifted your leg over his shoulder, the slight change of movement allowing him to hit a new angle. His hand let go of your waist and snaked its way back up, reaching for your nipple.You let out a sharp breath as he pinched it between his fingers.
“You like that?” He chuckled, another groan following after as your walls clenched around him.
“Oh god yes. Fuck, I’m gonna come!” You moaned loudly as he rolled the other nipple between his fingers.
“Come on baby, come for me. Come all over my dick like a good little girl.” His words sent you over the edge. Your legs shook as you let go, your body spasming with the force of your release. A loud growl ripped from his chest as his cock twitched inside you, both of your fluids filling you.
The both of you were a pile of heaving panting messes as he collapsed on top of you. Placing a soft tender kiss on your lips.
“Shit Stilinski.” You laughed as he got up and put his shorts back on, handing you his t-shirt to cover yourself.
"You, Princess, are fucking amazing.“ He breathed out, a smiled planted on his face as he laid down beside you. He wrapped his arms around your torso, his face nuzzled in your neck.
“We will camp here for the night,” Thorin calls out and you sigh, relieved to finally be resting.
You wait until Bilbo gets off before you follow your brother. You hear Thorin getting into an argument with Gandalf, but you ignore it, opting to tie your pony to the tree.
“Gandalf? Where are you going?” you hear Bilbo ask and that catches your attention. “To seek the company of the only one around here who’s got any sense!”
That causes your brows to crease.
"MYSELF, Mr. Baggins! I’ve had enough of dwarves for one day!” Gandalf replies and you watch him go.
You follow him to see where he’s going.
“Gandalf?” you ask quietly. He stops and sighs. “I will be back Ms. Baggins. Do not worry about me,” he says and you nod, turning back around to go back to the dwarves.
By the time the sunsets, Gandalf is not back. “Y/n, be a dear and take this to the lads,” Bofur tells you, handing you two bowls. Bilbo takes one from you and you smile at him in thanks.
When Gandalf left, you did not want to talk to anyone, but Bilbo. You both leave to find Kili and Fili. You find them easily, but they’re just staring at the ponies.
“Whats wrong?” Bilbo asks and you sigh.
“You lost the ponies didn’t you?” you ask them and Kili turns to you in surprise. “Please don’t tell Uncle,” he pleads. “Well, someone has to tell him,” you reply as Bilbo takes a look around.
“As our official burglar, we thought you two might want to look it,” Fili says and you narrow your eyes at him. Biblo will undoubtedly fall for it.
“Well, it looks like something big was here,” Bilbo says, looking at the fallen tree. “That’s what we were thinking,” Fili says and you roll your eyes. You look around and you see a light.
You move forward, shoving the bowl into Kili’s chest. You jump over the broken trees and move closer to the light.
"Trolls,” you mutter. You duck as you see another troll carrying Myrtle and Minty.
“They’ve got Myrtle and Minty!” Bilbo says, coming to stand next to you. “We’ve got to do something,” Bilbo says and you sigh. The boys were going to tell him to do something and he did.
Needless to say, you were all captured by smelly trolls and luckily for you, you were put in a sack and not tied on the spit.
“I’m going to murder you both as soon as we get out of here,” you tell Kili, trying to wiggle yourself out.
“It was your brother’s fault for us getting captured!” Kili exclaims. “It was you two dunderheads that didn’t notice a fucking troll stole the ponies. What were you even doing to not to notice it?” You ask annoyed and he shuts his mouth.
“Oi. You two quit your griping. We’re trying to figure out how to cook ya’,” one of the trolls says. “Oh shove off you cotton headed ninny muggin,” you retort, opting to just lie there instead of wasting your energy.
“You wot?” The other asks. “None of your business you swine,” you reply and you’re immediately lifted up by your foot and turned towards the trolls, blood rushing to your head.
“I don’t like you,” he says. “Get in line big fella! Half of my people don’t like me,” you say. “What are you then? An oversized squirrel?” He asks and you roll your eyes at the same question the trolls asked your brother.
“I’m a hobbit you twat,” you say, trying to get the blood flowing properly but you can’t given the fact that he has a tight grip on you.
The troll grabs you by the waist and rights you and you thank valar for that.
“What is a hobbit? The other one was a buglarhobbit. Are you some kind of offspring?” he asks again. “What are you going on about? There’s no such thing as a buglarhobbit you daft bimbo,” you say and that causes him to lift you above his mouth.
That’s it. You were going to die right there. You weren’t even halfway to the mountain yet.
“Wait! You can’t eat her! She’s got worms. In her — tubes,” you hear Bilbo says and suddenly, you are tossed into the other dwarves landing unceremoniously unto Thorin.
“Are you alright?” Thorin asks. “Just Peachy,” you reply, trying to sit up. “Yes. They’re all infected with parasites,” Bilbo says as you see Gandalf running in the background. Ah, so he’s buying for time.
“We don’t have parasites, you’ve got parasites,” Kili shouts and you kick him. He looks at you and you glare at him. He turns back to the trolls. “I’ve got huge parasites! The biggest there is!” he shouts and the company starts agreeing with Bilbo’s words.
“What would have us do then? Let them all go?” the troll spinning the spit asks. “Well,” Bilbo says and you laugh at your brothers silliness.
“I know what you’re trying to do! This little ferret is taking us for fools!” another one says, poking Bilbo in his stomach.
“The dawn will take you all!” another voice interrupts and suddenly the trolls are turned to stone.
It takes you all a while, but you are all packed and ready to go by midmorning.
You glare at Thorin as he blames Bilbo for getting them into trouble in the first place.
“You are forgetting, Mr. Oakenshield that it was your two nephews that lost the ponies in the first place,” you growl out, poking the king in his chest.
He looks at his chest in surprise. A hobbit would dare poke him?
“I suggest you change your attitude towards Bilbo because he was the only smart one that had the nous to play for time, you cheeky little shit. Now, if there are trolls here there must be a cave nearby,” you say, looking around and leaving the dwarf and wizard behind with stunned expressions. You were such a feisty little hobbit.
Hi guys I’m back!! with one heck of a volume if I do say so myself… Thank you all for being patient with me, you guys are the best <3 oh yeah and honestly he talks really fast and says a lot in some parts so sorry if I can’t translate some tracks all too well ): ! please note that I’m not fluent in Japanese so there may be some mistakes !
genre: angst (with a very, very slight mention of sex)
word count: 1836
― yoongi x reader
a/n: inspired by soyou and baekhyun’s rain and kikwang of beast/lee da in’s drama twenty
HE STILL REMEMBERS. Everything―like it all happened yesterday. He remembers seeing you shiver in the cold rain with your red umbrella. He remembers how especially vibrant the red was compared to the gloomy monotonous bus station. He remembers how much he thought that umbrella was an eyesore. He remembers how you offered to share that ugly umbrella with him after seeing that nothing was protecting him except his flimsy black, black hoodie. He remembers how, even though he could only see you through the raindrops in his eyelashes, you were stunning. You leaned against him subconsciously to warm yourself, taking no notice of how his heart skipped a beat and how he closed his eyes, drinking in the moment as if it were his lifeline.
Hi! So, i saw you having tarot. Would you mind sharing how you started readings (if you do your own) and how I could approach myself to this matter? It's all very very new to me! Thanks a lot :)
@mayihaveyourdesert Hi! Tarot is actually a huge part of my life tbh, it’s my main writing inspiration and definitely my main focusing tool. I’m not sure that I’m the right person to ask about starting out because I have a very personal approach to tarot that may or may not be what you’re looking for! Right off the bat, I’ll tell you that I’m not a spiritual person, so if you’re looking for tips for starting out from a spiritual standpoint, I unfortunately won’t be much help in that category. (Maybe someone can comment who does approach it from that angle and who would be willing to help, though!!) I’ll break down my own approach within two categories.
1. Based on Symbolism 2. Non Fate-Oriented
1. BASED ON SYMBOLISM
— Choose your deck(s) for you! My favorite thing about tarot is the beautiful imagery and symbolism, and I think it’s really important to consider this when acquiring your first deck. There are a metric sh*t-ton of options when it comes to tarot, and each deck can be a bit like learning a new language (sometimes literally, one of my favorite decks is in Italian). Tarot is personal, and you’re going to get a lot more meaning out of it if you enjoy and connect with your cards. Do some research, compare decks! My personal favorites are the classic Rider Waite deck, the gorgeous & lush Ancient Italian deck, and the minimalist-yet-somehow-still-primordial Golden Thread deck (which comes with an amazing app that is actually free even without the deck.)
— Get to know your cards. Having a working knowledge of the meanings of each card is a great jumping-off point, whether you use the booklet that often comes with the cards or do individual research. This may be an unpopular opinion, but don’t even be afraid to modify them if you feel the urge (more on this in the next paragraph, but for one example, I hand-gilded the edge of one of my decks to make it feel more personal.)
— Don’t let gained knowledge of the cards obscure gained meaning. Now that I’ve told you to learn the cards, I’m going to tell you to un-learn them, at least sometimes.A lot of books and websites will tell you very specific things about cards, everything from “The Emperor represents an earthly fatherly influence” to “The Queen of Cups is a blonde woman whom you have yet to meet who loves reading Calvin & Hobbes comics but only during the month of April.” This is all well and good, especially when you’re starting out! I even have Whitcomb’s 600 page Magician’s Companion textbook because I love fun correspondences so much. BUT as you go on, cards may take on new meanings. Let them!! If you start feeling like a certain card represents you, or a particular part of your life, allow that to happen. And tracking that progress is a great way of looking at personal growth and your life, actually. Making a non-linear journal (or grimoire) is helpful: One page per card, add thoughts or conceptual meanings to them as you think of them, quotes, book characters they remind you of…I’ve gotten so far as to know that one particular card is the main character of my book series, and I carefully replaced the word Temperance with Alchemy on one of my decks. And, just as you allow the traditional cards to take on personal meanings, allow your given meanings to rearrange. Finding new connections is so fun, like the moment when you realize that you admire the same qualities in your best friend and your favorite quote. Try to recognize when you are holding on to old influences and work on letting go.
2. NON-FATE ORIENTED
— Your fate is yours. You see what you want to see. My personal view is that tarot is about the past but mostly about now. You are the one who has to use that knowledge of yourself to look to the future. Ue the symbolism to ask: what influences are in my life? What am I seeing in these cards, and what is that saying about my subconscious focus and desires? For instance, if you’re trying to meditate on whether to move to Boulder or San Diego and you keep picking out mountain/forest imagery even though the sea is right there as well, that tells you something. Listen to yourself, first and always.
— On that note, I don’t use reversals. Reversals are different readings of the cards should they appear upside down when you draw them, often bestowed with the inverse or undesirable traits of the original card. Personally, reversals don’t really fit into my imagery-based fate-less approach, so I ignore them. I feel like they cast an unnecessary negative pall on my readings.
— Don’t be afraid to draw clarifiers, and don’t take it too seriously! Clarifiers are extra cards that are useful if one (or multiple) card in your reading is making you say “wot in the ever-loving tarnation…..” or even “damn that’s scary, what can I do to prevent that?” But I most commonly draw clarifiers when I see something I really love and I’m thinking “okay, how do I get from where I am now to that?” Pick a goal card for yourself, once you learn the meanings. Are you aiming for The Moon, mysterious artistry and wildest dreams? The Sun, light and truth and warmth? The Hermit, old guy alone with a lantern and maybe a cat or twenty at home who really knows but he’s got a sweet cloak? (Jk but rlly….I got him recently for myself and I was like yeah honestly I’m ready, bring to me the Lantern of Solitude). In this vein, I like to remember that there are no bad cards, because to me, none of the cards represent a definite future.
TO WRAP UP! Hopefully that was at all helpful haha. I’m sure many people heartily disagree with one or all of my views on this, but there they are. Tarot is a lot like writing: You have to know the rules to break them effectively. The rules in this case are the time-honored meanings of the cards and the process of reading them for yourself and others. Try things out, read what you can and read more when it interests you, don’t be afraid to change your mind, take notes, try to put out as much positive force into the world as you can! Have fun!
Oh, also, last advice: rope your best friend into learning, too. Being the only one who reads tarot at parties makes you surprisingly popular but sometimes u just want fresh insights on yourself as well tbh.
how will they portray rand’s working and healthy relationships with 3 different girls who are also friends with each other and fine with the whole concept? please just don’t turn this in to a love rectengular or something. please.
don’t you dare to change one of the best relationships in the whole damn series into something other than a companionship that built on trust between Moiraine and Lan. don’t you dare.
Don’t make me ship Egwene and Rand. it was already hard enough to get over them once. (I still don’t like you Aram)
Make Tuatha’an real gypsies. please.
Make Basheres one big loving royal family. I want all of them with their war techniques and everything. I want to see Faile as a character, not someone to prompt Perrin.
GIVE PERRIN YELLOW EYES. Make Elyas is portrayed by some seriously perfect actor. like Jason Isaacs or something.just give him a cameo and kill afterwords but make him perfect.
Lan. Show me his war. with his backstory and all. I want Malkieri. I want my king.
give me the torture. with Egwene and damanes and suldams. I want to feel it and cry in front of my computer for hours.
Galad. give his storyline some respect. even though I didn’t like him so much, the character was amazingly written.
Don’t even think of hinting Merrilin and Moiraine.JUST. DON’T. it was one real shock and hearth warming scene i don’t want to be robbed from it.
While talking about shocks…. VERRIN.do her justice. don’t hint anything. don’t go outside of her book lines. don’t even think about add or take anything from her. I am begging you.
hi, just found your blog and it is amazing <3 may i request rfa + saeran + v when they find out mc is actually a very good programmer/hacker? Thank you <3
Thank you so much!! ☺️☺️❤️
- it was a normal sunday
- The two of you were sitting on the couch both on your laptops
- Suddenly Zen sees a hate page about himself
- Its not the first hate page he’s seen so he doesn’t really care
- But when he clicks on it he sees that the person who made it posts really weird photos of Zen
- In the corner of your eye you see Zen tense up
- You look over at his screen and immediately know what to do
- So you press a few buttons on your laptop and suddenly the page Zens on changes into a page about dogs and theres dogs everywhere
- Zens like wot??
- You see his reaction and laugh
- Hes like “omg mc did you di this what the hell”
- “This is great”
- He thinks its super cool and he’s amazed that you have so many hidden talents
- Jumins company has been in trouble for a while now
- And with trouble i mean that some other company tried to hack it and steal some important data
- Jumin looked call but boiiiiiii noooooo
- Hes freaking out inside
- And since Seven was “busy” again he couldn’t help
- And hiring a unknown hacker may not be a good idea since it’s important data and all
- So you decide to surprise him at work
- He’s super stressed and relieved when he sees you
- Jumin tells you that they finally know which company is behind this but that they don’t know how to stop them since talking won’t help
- You’re like bun sugar hun i got this
- After 45 minutes some man who works for Jumin bursts into the room
- “ Their site it’s overflowing with cats what is this”
- Jumins like ok
- He looks at you like how?!!
- You have this smirk on your face and say tell him that you hacked into their documents deleted all the date they stole and as cherry on top you put a virus onto their site
- Yes a cat virus
- Idk man lmao
- He was on LOLOL again
- You were trying to study
- Yes trying
- Because suddenly Yoosung screams
- NOOOOOOOOO THIS CANY BE HAPPENING
- He punches the computer like YOuSuNG nO
- Youre like ???
- STOP YOOSUNG JFC
- he’s almost crying
- Poor puppy
- You hug him and ask whats wrong
- Apparently he just downloaded some new armor and stuff but the site crashed and now its all gone
- You tell him to go get some fresh air
- Hes like alright
- While hes gone you hack LOLOL
- You get him alllll sorts of stuff
- He comes back and is like mc why are you on LOLOL
- you’re like surpriseeeee
- And he probably cries again
- Thinks it’s great that youre a hacker
- Would say “no dont do it it’s against the rules”
- 5 minutes later
- “ MC CAN YOU GET ME THIS THING”
- Jeahee was working hard once again
- She was super stressed
- Until she heard that there was a new music with Zen in it
- The moment she heard about it she rushed to the store to get it
- But it was sold out
- No biggie right
- Just try another store
- But it was sold out EVERYWHERE
- Jaehee is a bit sad of course
- So when she comes home and sees you shes not as happy as she usually is
- You ask her what happened and she explains
- You’re like ok Jaehee go take a bath and relax
- Shes like but i have wor-NO GO TAKE A BATH
- While shes gone you searched and searched and finally found the movie
- It wasn’t easy to get since you had to hack it but whatever
- When Jaehees back you tell her the good news
- Shes like MC YOURE AN ANGEL
- and then you watch the movie together
- He kinda already knew
- When he did your background check he noticed that there wasn’t much information about you
- One day he has a mission but its so HaRd
- He’s literally dying
- You’re like if you need hel-NO MC AGENT 707 CAN DO THIS ALONE
- you’re like mhm sure we’ll see about that
- Suddenly he falls asleep
- So you look at what mission it is and what he still needs to do
- You finish it quite early
- When he woke up he was like wot
- Thinks he did it in his sleep lmao
- Youre like jfc seven
- he found his old laptop
- Hes like “mc come check this out”
- All his old photos were on it
- He’s super excited since he hasn’t seen them in yeaaaars
- But then
- Theres a password
- The poor boy doesn’t even remember what he had for dinner two days ago
- He’s like “ oh well it’s okay they weren’t that good anyway”
- But you could see the disappointment in his eyes
- So you grab the computer and start hacking
- And boom password unlocked
- It was probably something like bunnies111 or something lmao
- V’s like *hearteyes* he’s impressed
- It was one of those days where he locked himself in his room again
- You tried to talk to him
- Text him
- He wouldn’t even read them
- You were getting frustrated by now
- So you grabbed your laptop
- Searan was also on his laptop looking at YouTube videos like “how to make slime” lmao
- Suddenly theres a heart on his screen
- And another one
- Another one
- “ i luvv youuu”
- “ i want to seeee youuu”
- He’s like whats this madness
- damn you seven
- Suddenly theres a picture of you on his screen
- He opens his door slowly
- Sees you sitting behind a laptop
- Hes like “ HOW DID YOU DO THIS DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO HACK ME EVEN SEVEN CANT DO IT SHSIJDKS”
- Youre just like 😎
I’m kinda busy today so sorry if i don’t post as much as yesterday
Also thanks again for all the support!!
I’ll try to start writing a part 3 for the jumin fanfic ✨
Life's too short to be so fascinated by two British guys that will never know you exist. so why not do something better with the short time you have left
bc i’m not doing this in the hopes that they’ll one day know i exist?? that’s like,,,,, not even slightly my motivation??? wot?? hahaha you’ll have to try harder than that if u wanna shame ppl for having fun and enjoying what they enjoy,,, the short of it is that with limited time, it’s literally basic human instinct to do the things that make you happy. watching dan and phil and writing about them are things that make me happy :) you should chill out m8
Wot is with tv shows and the same-sex intimacy double standard this yr? Supergirl making Sanvers implicit, Shadowhunters doing a fade to black with their only gay couple while their het couples get sexualised scenes... it sucks :(
It’s even more ridiculous if you think they have no problem sexualizing f/f and m/m sexual encounters. They have an issue with showing romantic pairings having intimate, non-cut sex but they have no problem with scenes like Clarke/Niylah on the 100 and Sara/Random on Legends of Tomorrow.
What is concerning to me is that same-sex intimacy of occasional sex with less relevant characters is allowed but God help us having actual intimacy for relationships that are deeper and all about love and respect for one another.
Examples: Clexa love scene cut to where they lie onto the bed or having to wait after life for a hug, or Nyssa and Sara never having an actual love scene or simply intimate scene.
A dragon comes to try and eat Plumette (because she's clearly a princess and thats wot dragons do) except he's not the only golden, firemaking thing in the room. (And Plumette is also a badA). ~NiceAnon (still needs tumblr account.)
you always get your fics right away because you are Nice Anon, so even though this fic is so amazing it should probably get like 20 chapters and full commissioned illustrations, I will give you just a little fic just to show you my fondness. also i am a bit tired so APOLOGIES if it just devolves into not making sense. but here we go let’s get some DRAGONS
The dragon looked over the Dragon Classifieds, dipping toast into his egg. He needed a princess—a good, proper princess; not any of these new-fangled breed, who hit things with saucepans or shot them with arrows or blasted ice out of their fingertips. No, that sort would not do at all. This dragon was getting old, and bitter, and a little fat around the tum, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had stolen a good princess. A good princess, now: dressed all in white, and near-divine with grace, and with deep dark eyes and a heart-shaped face. Elegant, beautiful, infused with love and femininity. That was the type of princess an old dragon wanted.
He scanned the Classifieds. Princesses in Germany, Austria, Italy—here was one all the way over in America, but the listing specified that she came with “raccoon and hummingbird sidekicks,” and that was just too much trouble to counter. No sidekicks. No princes, hanging around with slashing swords. Just a princess, all in white.
Ah! The hidden heart of France. Just normal France would do, but the listing was worded well. (dragons appreciate that little bit of style. many dragons have been known to go into careers as professional editors, when they are not eating people’s faces off). The princess of villeneuve had no sidekicks, no princely lover, not even a fairy godmother at hand. This princess would be perfect.
The dragon flapped his cranky old wings—oh, they ached, nowadays—and took off from his cave. To Villeneuve he would go. And soon he would come back, pretty princess in hand.
why dont you use adfly? (i'm not complaining lol) but I was just curious, from my experience most creators do? i love your poses and your stories btw!
hi!! there’s a few reasons, I guess
the ads or pages linked from adf.ly sometimes contain some pretty non PG13 content, like nudity, dating sites, gambling etc. anddd idk how comfortable I’d be with my younger followers seeing that because of lil ol’ meee
When I’m downloading cc I become really uncomfortable when a link shortener asks me to disable my adblock and I’d feel bad vise versa xD
aaaaaand idk the specifics but i imagine you’d have to get 100,000′s of clicks to make it even remotely worthwhile; and with more and more people using adblock, i imagine it’s even harder idkk
sooo, instead I just have a donate button, which gives people the option
but hey ho tons of my favourite creators use ad.fly and I’m happy to go through ad.fly in order to support them!! creators in this community totally deserve to be supported and compensated for all the endless blood, sweat and tears that goes into their custom content 😊
thank you my love!! I’m glad you like my blog!! heheh 😊
hello! i was scrolling through the a-level history tag on tumblr just in hopes of finding some inspiration to do work - although i still don't have the motivation to do so, is there any tips you could give me? i'm doing a-level history focusing on South Africa and America but am dramatically failing both, with very little knowledge retention. i have coursework coming up that i also have no idea how to accomplish.
((Oh hello low key shook that you’ve come to me because lmao I’ve had no idea what I’m doing throughout my sixth form life so far and high key flattered <3)) (Edit: Holy shit I cannot apologise enough at how long this is lmao you probably just wanted a simple bullet point answer - there’s one at the bottom btw <3)
Honestly, I relate to you on such a spiritual level because history modules have so much content in them that it’s overwhelming and makes me want to deck myself. Fortunately, the history department of my Sixth Form provide a content guide for us which, that and my exercise book, is the of base my revision.
Notes // Revision Book
Personally, I prefer to have all information for topics and sub-topics in one place which is handwritten out again in another book. These notes would be written into my own words and condensed down massively. Literally the most time-consuming element of my life, I wanted to scratch my eyes out. (Pretty colours kept me sane.) I’d also recommend bolding any key dates, historical characters, facts and figures and any key words that would help you.
Flash Cards // Mindmaps // Timelines
For me, physically writing revision on paper or in mindmaps or flash cards tend to help me to remember which is why I prefer it to re-reading notes or textbooks. (Some science bullshit in active memory or something idk) (Making them look #aesthetic helped to make the task less gruelling and insta worthy.)
Honestly, I would scribble notes and revision down on anything. I re-did mindmaps, notes, timelines, mindmaps, essays, questions, miNDMAPS. The repetitive element is the only thing that helped me to remember; it’s boring but I’d recommend it. Any A3 pads of papers are hella useful as well; I had a shit ton of these mindmaps and timelines up on my walls during March-May and it wasn’t pretty and looked pretty bleak but I guess it helped? After doing my flash cards and mindmaps, I’d re-do scruffy ones but without the use of my previous revision notes, that way I’d be using memory instead of regurgitating textbooks and notes.
Staff // Friends // Family
Exploit your teachers. Exploit the department. I feel pity for them after dealing with me, espesically after I spent the year sucking up to all possible staff members of the history department. A little bit of banter here, a little bit of teasing there and they were always there for me. They must hate me by now. I’d ask for anything and everything. Mark questions, mark essays, re-mark said essays and questions, ask for the mark scheme, sample essays, dates, figures, stupid knowledge that I didn’t need but interested me. Albeit I love history and the periods that we studied (Russian history oioi) but I would have not gotten any of it without some of the staff. A fav of mine - who doesn’t even teach me history this year but taught me a year prior through my GCSEs - sat with me 3 hours before the exam and went through everything on the Cold War and then it came up in my exam. He is a godsend. Use them, I’m sure they’re rad people.
I also babbled so much crap to my family, explaining all of the periods that we studied, all of the policies, strengths and weaknesses and all keys events. They had no idea what I was on about and most probably didn’t even listen but that’s fine I guess forget about me but it helped me to revise through memory not just repeating from my notes. Upcoming to my exams I would take on a teacher-esque role and repeat all of the content back to my friends; it was a two-way system: I’d think on the spot and they’d listen like a normal revision lesson.
(Wow man I’m such a nerd wtf I only just realised. I’m so sorry how long this is frick.)
Documentaries // Youtube
I’m so lazy wow. They help if you’re a lazy piece of shit like me, just actively watch them and even take notes so that you know you’re getting the most out of your time. I’d personally recommendCrashCourseon youtube. It’s got tons of subjects and topics and they’re between 10-15 minutes so it’s a quick burst of info that’s not too overwhelming. (Also I’m such a nerd and laugh at the inside historical jokes wow.)
Questions // Essays // Past Papers
Just do ‘em. My hand would cramp up so bad after doing one of these bad boy essays but gradually I saw improvement.
Make sure you 101% understand what you have to do in the question. Description? Analysis? Explanation? Comparison? The only way you’ll master identifying what to do and the technique is if you do past questions and get feedback. If you teacher doesn’t address faults as for them. (My ego was crushed so many times it hurt man. It hurt.)
Unfortunately, I haven’t started my coursework yet - we’re starting straight way and it’s on Martin Luther King so quite the topic considering the modern day cough dickhead trump cough - however, I’m aware that we have to conduct our own research and gather quotes etc.
From past coursework related experiences, again I’d recommend using the heck outta your teachers. If you’ve got the time, do re-draft after re-draft. And if it’s a crap ton of work to do reduce it into sections of analysis of one historical source or on one topic, that way you have more accomplishments when you finish a piece and you’ll receive constant feedback as you go along, in which you can adjust your work accordingly.
If you are required to do research try and mix it up with written sources, accademic articles and historiography. Google Scholar is pretty rad and prevents you from seeing articles or sites that are bias and have bias opinions. I’d also recommend any government offical websites (typically with .gov) if you’re researching contemporary history within the last hundred years or so and need figures such as birth or death rates at the time etc. Your teachers most likely have a ton of physical book resources at their disposal which they’ll allow you to use. Again, that fav teacher of mine allowed me to borrow 5+ books on Russian 20th century over the summer for my Welsh Bac project so I’m sure you’ll find a kind sole like this one somewhere.
Although coursework is agonising, it’s arguably better than exams and allow you to have some control over the outcome so if you keep on top of it you can grab a nice grade before the summer and easily helped raise your overall grade.
(Pretty sure my coursework will be the final death of me because my exam board has a rule on teacher intervention and if too much help is given out marks are taken away which is such horseshit?? So check to see if there are any rules.)
Reduce school work and textbooks into your own language and book.
Make revision materials from your own notes - flash cards, mindmaps, timelines, poems, acronyms - literally anything just write.
Repeat repeat repeat - try not to turn stir crazy!
Highlight dates, historical figures, numerical figures, facts, and events.
Documentaries and videos are a time and energy saver.
Learn the question styles and technique and hand in essays.
Use any feedback given. Even read the examiner’s report if you can access it.
Coursework - try to get any feedback if possible. Bookmark any sources or websites used as you may have to reference if it’s a written piece.
Google scholar is exceptional at providing articles and therefore you’re not prone to any historical bias when researching your topic.
Government sites are scary but nice for juicy facts and figures.
Break it down into little easy chunks such as dates, policies, location or historical evidence/sources so it’s easier to see and handle.
Coursework will inevitably affect your grade and its more or less the only thing you can control so constantly improve it whenever and you’ll do amazing!
I hope at least one of these things help with your revision as everyone learns and revises differently. Honestly, I’ve only adopted this technique this school year and I’m sure next year I’ll have something new. I won’t shy away from the fact that history is my favourite subject and therefore revision for this area is not too gruelling, but I’m a lil nerd and mini revision freak so pls don’t be too overwhelmed.
I wish you all the best for the upcoming year and your exams! I’m always around if you ever want a chat so hit me up! <333
Do you have an original fiction? I found you through alpha and WoT and fell in love with the way you write. So much so that even after you moved on from RvB I have been trying to follow your writings in other fandoms. Interim is great and I'm liking how genuine it feels and thankfully I'm not totally lost even having never played a zelda game (cultural osmosis helps) but I was wondering if you had any other writings that can be read without necessarily knowledge of a source material?
Hmm, okay, I don’t have any original fiction just yet. Mostly because I haven’t found a story I want to tell but I do have the basic outline for a story/novel that I keep in my back pocket for like “when it bothers me so much I have to write it”. And it’s essentially an alternate universe where magic is more prominent and the plot is basically like… a golem, a werewolf, and an arborist leave their tiny town to try and reach the big city.
That’s it. Nothing fancy or cool.
The only interest bit is that arborist is essentially a mortician. Cuz in this world, burial rites these days involve burying the dead, planting a type of tree on the grave, then letting it grow.
So sometimes when ppl might die far from home, they ask an arborist to take their tree back to their loved ones. So that’s what the protag is doing. Taking a tree to the next of kin. The golem is there because they’re buddies. The werewolf is there because someone gave him a breakfast sandwich.
So just imagine a someone walking down the road with a sapling in a wheelbarrow while two demi-gods argue about pie and that’s essentially what I’m thinking would be fun to write.
Okay so ever since Alex Hirsch stated that he wanted a gay character in his show I always had a headcanon that is was Mabel. Well now I am convinced that Mabel Pines is a canon pansexual! (You just gotta look for the clues)
So now I shall tell you why I think this is secretly canon.
Disney told Alex he can’t have LGBTQ+ in his show. He then openly stated that he would like a gay character. Then right after he said that the episode “Love God” appeared. And we got this
The episode is about love… She is wearing a rainbow….
I know what some of you are thinking “So what? The chick is wearing a rainbow? Not EVERYTHING has to be gay.” Yes you’re right, she could be just wearing a rainbow, she is very colorful to begin with so it wouldn’t surprise me. But then there was the “Escape from Reality” episode… we got this
Look at these cute little sweethearts. Now that you’re done squealing, look at Mabel’s shirt. See the colors? Now a lot of people don’t see any significance in these three colors, pink yellow & blue. But I do. I see this
THE PANSEXUAL FLAG! The colors on her shirt are even in the same pattern!!! Now some of you are probably like “wot is pansexuality???” Well I myself am a pan and this is the (google) definition: “not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity”.
In other words Hearts not Parts.
Now I submit to you a new theory! She hits on boys because she doesn’t know she’s pan. I didn’t know what I was for almost SIXTEEN YEARS.
So yeah, I am 98% positive she is Pan or at the very least gay.