the red wolf is a long story

The Bowie Counterparts

In the months after Bowie’s death, Kian S. Bergstrom put up a wonderful list on Facebook in which he paired every single Bowie album with a thematically appropriate film (first) and book (second). Having just rediscovered this list in my files (I cut-and-pasted it at the time & feared I’d lost it), I felt like it should be shared more widely. Hope he doesn’t mind.

Some connections are obvious; others, not so much, but often quite inspired. All of these films and novels are worth checking out, in any case. As canons go, this is a superb one. Off to the library and streaming services, Bowie fans.

David Bowie [1967]: THIS SPORTING LIFE [Lindsay Anderson, 1963] & THE BUTTERFLY KID [Chester Anderson, 1967]

David Bowie [1969]: CABARET [Bob Fosse, 1972] & WE HAVE ALWAYS LIVED IN THE CASTLE [Shirley Jackson, 1962]

The Man Who Sold the World [1970]: CRUEL STORY OF YOUTH [Nagima Oshima, 1960] & THE COLLECTED WORKS OF BILLY THE KID [Michael Ondaatje, 1970]

Hunky Dory [1971]: CHELSEA GIRLS [Andy Warhol, 1966] & DISPATCHES [Michael Herr, 1977]

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars [1972]: PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE [Brian De Palma, 1974] & AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF RED [Anne Carson, 1998]

Aladdin Sane [1973]: LIQUID SKY [Slava Tsukerman, 1982] & BURNING CHROME [William Gibson, 1986]

Pin Ups [1973]: F FOR FAKE [Orson Welles, 1974]  & THE CHAIN OF CHANCE [Stanislaw Lem, 1976]

Diamond Dogs [1974]: BRAZIL [Terry Gilliam, 1985] & 1984 [George Orwell, 1948] (Obvious choice, but in this case I want it anyway)

David Live [1974]: THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE [Tobe Hooper, 1974] & NELLY’S VERSION [Eva Figes, 1977]

Young Americans [1975]: REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE [Nicholas Ray, 1955] & FRANNY & ZOOEY [J. D. Salinger, 1961]

Station to Station [1976]: THE PASSENGER [Michelangelo Antonioni, 1975] & CHIMERA [John Barth, 1972]

Low [1977]: CRASH [David Cronenberg, 1996] (Obvious choice is THE MAN WHO FELL TO EARTH, but that’s too on-the-nose) & A SCANNER DARKLY [P. K. Dick, 1977]

“Heroes” [1977]: IN A YEAR OF 13 MOONS [R. W. Fassbinder, 1978] & TRITON [Samuel R. Delany, 1976]

Stage [1978]: USED CARS [Robert Zemeckis, 1980] & THE BOOK OF LAUGHTER AND FORGETTING [Milan Kundera, 1979]

Lodger [1979]: BEYOND THE BLACK RAINBOW [Panos Cosmatos, 2010] & HOW GERMAN IS IT (WIE DEUTSCH IST ES) [Walter Abish, 1980]

Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) [1980]: POSSESSION [Andrzej Żuławski, 1981] & WOLF STORY [William McCleery, 1947]

David Bowie in Bertolt Brecht’s Baal
[1982]: DIE 3 GROSCHENOPER [G. W. Pabst, 1931] & THE HANDMAID’S TALE [Margaret Atwood, 1985]

Let’s Dance [1983]: SID AND NANCY [Alex Cox, 1986] & EDWIN MULLHOUSE: THE LIFE AND DEATH OF AN AMERICAN WRITER, 1943-1954, BY JEFFREY CARTWRIGHT [Steven Millhauser, 1972]

Ziggy Stardust: the Motion Picture [1983]: ONE MAN UP [Paolo Sorrentino, 2001]  & THE DOUBLE [Jose Saramago, 2002]

Tonight [1984]: INTO THE NIGHT [John Landis, 1985] &  CITY OF GLASS [Paul Auster, 1985]

Never Let Me Down [1987]: STREETS OF FIRE [Walter Hill, 1984] & LONG RED HAIR [Meags Fitzgerald, 2015]

Tin Machine [1989]: DONNIE DARKO [Richard Kelly, 2001] & AN AFGHANISTAN PICTURE SHOW: OR HOW I SAVED THE WORLD [William T. Vollmann, 1992/2013]

Tin Machine II
[1991]: HARD-BOILED WONDERLAND AND THE END OF THE WORLD [Haruki Murakami, 1985] & KINDRED [Octavia Butler, 1979] *

Black Tie, White Noise
[1993]: MONSOON WEDDING {Mira Nair, 2001] & THE GROUND BENEATH HER FEET [Salman Rushdie, 1999]

The Buddha of Suburbia [1993]: MY BEAUTIFUL LAUNDERETTE [Stephen Frears, 1985] & BREATH, EYES, MEMORY [Edwidge Danticat, 1994]

1. Outside [1995]: LOST HIGHWAY [David Lynch, 1997] & THE CIPHER [Kathe Koja, 1991]

Earthling [1997]: AEON FLUX [Peter Chung, 1991-5] & CELESTIAL MATTERS [Richard Garfinkle, 1996]

Hours… [1999]: CROUPIER [Mike Hodges, 1998] & LOST GIRLS [Alan Moore & Melina Gebbe, 2006]

Toy [2000]: L’ENFER [Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1964/2009] & THE ORIGINAL OF LAURA [Vladimir Nabokov, 1977/2009]

Heathen [2002]: CURE [Kurosawa Kiyoshi, 1997] & THE BLAZING WORLD [Siri Hustvedt, 2014]

Reality [2003]: CACHÉ [Michael Haneke, 2005] & HERE [Richard McGuire, 2014]

The Next Day [2013]: ZERO DARK THIRTY [Kathryn Bigelow, 2012] & GERTRUDE OF STONY ISLAND AVENUE [James Purdy, 1996]

[2016]: THE NEON DEMON [Nicholas Winding Refn, 2016] & PATIENCE [Daniel Clowes, 2016]

* two books for TMII, for whatever reason. If you need a film, maybe Dead Again.

A Matt/Foggy rec list

I went through the entirety of the ao3 tags (well, complete fics only) and I bookmarked my favourites…i’m sure i missed some good ones BUT i snagged quite a few, i hope some people get some enjoyment out of this list…it makes me feel worthy and useful to compile these damn things 

I’ll Most Likely Kill You in the Morning - 46, 465 words 
Foggy and Matt never met at school. They cross paths for the first time while working opposite sides of a case, and Matt doesn’t leave an impression beyond the superficial: a blind, pro-bono crusader who Foggy will feel really guilty about having to oppose in court one of these days. Seemed like a nice guy, but no one Foggy will worry about a week later.He has more important things on his mind, like the masked vigilante who keeps cornering him in dark alleys to threaten him for information.

In the City of Blinding Lights - 26,893 words
Matt’s come up with a long list of lies to cover for his night-time activities. Foggy pretending to be Matt’s boyfriend wasn’t on that list for a very good reason.

Boy Wonder - 19,170 words +++
In 1999, Foggy Nelson was the secret weapon in a now-forgotten boy band. Sixteen years later, he meets his biggest fan: music critic Matt Murdock.

Touch Me, Don’t Feel Me - 21,859 words
Foggy struggles to navigate a casual sexual relationship with Matt after the events of season two. It’s predictably complicated.

Hold Me Fast and Fear Me Not - 25,142 words
Something in New York has everyone walking around with iron in their pockets, and it seems like the vigilante they’re calling the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is at the center of it all. Foggy knows how to steer clear of that kind of trouble, but when the Devil seeks him out, he ends up in the middle of it with him. A Janet and Tam Lin AU.

Easy As Lying - 1,073 words
5 times Matt let Foggy get away with lying to him, and one time he didn’t. (or something like that, idk. just something where Foggy pretends that he isn’t attracted to Matt and Matt lets him, until he doesn’t.)

Ex Delicto, De Novo Ad Infinitum - 12,009 words
From a transgression (consequences of a crime), anew (a restart) to infinity (continuing on forever)

Matt and Foggy get back up again.

jump, check parachute - 11,945 words +++
Foggy Nelson: good at law, terrible at feelings.

Say You’ll Still Be By My Side - 7,291 words
Bless me, Foggy, for I have sinned.

Daredevils Don’t Drink Decaf - 20,553 words ++
“I really, really want to make a joke about bats and blindness. Will you punch me if I make a joke about bats and blindness?” Matt shakes his head, grinning. “Okay, so we’re Superspud and Blind-As-A-Batman.”

In which Foggy uses his law degree to peddle coffee to unsuspecting caffeine junkies, and Matt is his favorite customer. Who may or may not be Batman.

A blessing - 4,516 words
“I can’t wait until we are not-broke enough to afford air conditioning…” He sighed to himself, voice low. “The day we get one, I’ll dance naked in the office, I don’t even care.”

Red Cross - 12,455 words ++
Foggy is perfectly happy being a law-abiding physician with a weakness for cupcakes. No one else seems to understand this.

The Boxer-Puncher - 11,036 words
“Matt, you’re my best friend, but you’re a goddamn idiot sometimes. It’s not about you. I’m not training, I’m not looking to get in a ring or do what you do. I just wanted to know a little more.” He says it fiercely, strongly, right into Matt’s ear like that’ll get it through to him any easier. “It’s not like I’m any good at it,” he adds, which is probably a mistake.

His heartbeat definitely spikes on the lie, because Matt flinches.

if ever joy surrounds you (you have to let it) - 9,323 words ++
“I mean, I did think that maybe vigilantism is actually good for you in terms of, like, self-actualization or whatever, but - have you been seeing a therapist or something? Good talks with your priest?”

(Or, it’s weird how weird things aren’t between Matt and Foggy. Particularly when they’re talking about boners.)

a baker’s mile in your shoes - 12,508 words +++ (I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!)
“Foggy, listen to me. This isn’t going to make any sense at all, but just – just listen. I need you to come by my place and – walk with me over to Murdock’s, because I… need him to tell me how to call in sick.”

Matt Murdock + Brett Mahoney, body swap.

Prayer Beads - 13,728 words +++
Matt doesn’t know if love or lust is the deadlier sin. Either way, he’s going to hell.

The Good Little Wolf - 13,801 words ++
Foggy’s been training for this day his whole life. As long as he follows the Rules and finishes the Story, everything will be perfect.

Tempt Little Red Riding Hood. Eat Granny. Dress in Drag. Eat Little Red Riding Hood. Eat Little Red Riding Hood’s Basket of Goodies. Live Happily Ever After.

Gazelle, Lion, Gun - 22,731 words +++
The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen has got some competition. Sassy sharpshooters do not make good crime-fighting partners, except that they really do.

The Lawyer All the Wickedness - 24,098 words
Matt Murdock is the Kingpin’s right-hand man and a stain on New York City’s legal system. Whatever he wants from Foggy, it can’t be anything good.

So why can’t Foggy stay away?

(my heart) never could lie to you - 28,050 words +++
Foggy wishes he had something more interesting to talk about than cyclists and sharks and dessert samplers, but Matt doesn’t really seem to mind.

Just Our Hands Clasped So Tight - 8,490 words
If there’s one thing Foggy Nelson knows about Matt Murdock, it’s how tactile he is.

Fitter. Happier. More Productive. - 6,325 words
Matt tries to let go. He’s not too good at it.

through the bookcase, imagining a scene - 5,145 words +++
librarian!foggy AU

my name on your lips - 10,084 words +++
It starts when Matt and Marci have coffee. Then Foggy and Claire have coffee. Then Claire throws a Christmas party, and really, it isn’t like Foggy means to keep almost confessing to Matt, but can anyone really blame him?

I Decided This - 5,298 words +++
“I’m contributing yet another lovely sign to our office,” Foggy says, brandishing the finished product with a flourish. Matt can’t see the sign, but he can probably sense the flourish, which is what matters. “It says, ‘It has been ‘0’ days since Matt made an idiotic decision.”

“Doesn’t seem like it will inspire much trust from our clients.”

What the sign instead inspires: debates, understanding, a patented Murdock-level guilt trip, ice cream celebrations, a kiss, and perhaps even a way to finally move forward.

mr houdini you’re a freakshow - 21,087 words +++
You can’t plea bargain out of marriage, Foggy. Consider yourself guilty as charged.

The Brotastic Adventures Of The Avengers And The Long Suffering Foggy Nelson - 23,962 words +++
Where Foggy accidentally becomes bros with the Avengers, Foggy and Matt talk it out, and the Avengers and Matt don’t seem to grasp the concept that the “s” in “friends” is there for a reason.


mostly gen, background megamind/roxanne

horror with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

K+/T rating? (it’s creepy, there’s mentions of blood, but it’s not gory, and there’s no character death.)

When the people of the Galactic Alliance of a Hundred Thousand Sentient Worlds whisper of the species known as the Glau, this is what they say:

they eat.

which begs the question of course—

what do they eat?

and the answer to that question is always, no matter who is doing the asking,


when the infant in the golden pod crash lands on the underdeveloped planet known as Earth, it already has all its teeth.

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Spanish Vocabulary - El cuento de hadas

This is a list of some very useful words related to fairy tale stories or some mythological vocabulary.

Especially for beginners, fairy tales are extremely helpful because most of the stories are ones that people know or at least have heard of before… so this vocabulary will help navigate some very well-known fairy tales (and Disney movies).

Note: There may be some repeating words

Snow White

  • (la) Blancanieves = Snow White
  • blanco/a = white
  • la nieve = snow
  • el cabello = hair (on the head)
  • negro/a = black
  • pálido/a = fair, pale
  • la palidez = paleness, pallor
  • la reina = queen
  • malvado/a = evil, wicked
  • la Reina Malvada = the Evil Queen
  • el cazador = hunter / huntsman [feminine form “huntress” is la cazadora]
  • el corazón = heart
  • la envidia = envy
  • los celos = jealousy
  • el espejo mágico = magic mirror
  • bello/a = beautiful
  • precioso/a = cute, lovely | precious
  • bonito/a = cute, pretty
  • lindo/a = cute, pretty
  • la amenaza = a threat
  • la inocencia = innocence
  • la belleza = beauty
  • la pureza = purity
  • el enano = dwarf
  • siete = seven (7)
  • la choza = hut, small house
  • la casita (de campo) = little house, cottage [lit. “little field house”] 
  • dulce = sweet
  • viejo/a = old
  • feo/a = ugly
  • brujo/a = witch, wizard
  • la manzana = apple
  • la poción = potion
  • el veneno = poison, venom
  • venenoso/a = poisonous, venomous
  • envenenado/a = poisoned
  • inmóvil = still, unmoving
  • el ataúd = coffin, casket
  • el féretro = coffin, casket
  • el velorio = wake, vigil
  • el príncipe = prince
  • el príncipe azul = knight in shining armor [lit. “blue prince”]
  • el beso = a kiss

Sleeping Beauty

  • la Bella Durmiente = Sleeping Beauty
  • bello/a = beautiful
  • durmiente = sleeping, dormant
  • dormido/a = asleep, sleeping | half-asleep, “out of it”
  • el bautismo = baptism, christening
  • la reunión = a gathering, a meeting
  • el hada, las hadas = fairy, fairies
  • el don = a gift, a blessing
  • el obsequio = a present, a gift
  • el regalo = a present, a gift
  • la maldición = a curse
  • el hechizo = a hex, a curse
  • la magia = magic
  • mágico/a = magical
  • la bendición = blessing
  • el encanto = enchantment, a charm
  • el escape = an escape
  • la huida = an escape, fleeing, flight
  • la búsqueda = a search
  • las hadas buenas = the good fairies
  • la selva = forest
  • el bosque = the woods
  • la corona = crown
  • el trono = throne
  • el huso = spindle
  • la rueca = spinning wheel, loom
  • la hoguera = bonfire
  • pincharse el dedo = to prick one’s finger
  • la rosa = rose
  • la espina = thorn
  • espinoso/a = thorny, covered in thorns
  • la zarza = thornbush, bramble, briar
  • el fuego = fire
  • la espada = sword
  • el escudo = shield
  • el dragón = dragon
  • despierto/a = awake

Beauty and the Beast

  • La Bella y la Bestia = Beauty and the Beast
  • bello/a = beautiful
  • Bella = Belle [Spanish translation of a French name]
  • la bestia = a beast
  • la aldea = small town
  • distraído/a = distracted, absentminded
  • ensimismado/a = distracted, engrossed in one’s own life
  • la belleza = beauty
  • el trato = deal, contract
  • trato hecho = done deal
  • secuestrado/a = kidnapped
  • la torre = tower
  • el ala este = the east wing (of a house/castle)
  • el ala oeste = the west wing (of a house/castle)
  • la escalera = staircase, stairwell
  • las escaleras = steps, stairs
  • el escalón = a step (of a staircase)
  • el salón de baile = ballroom
  • el espejo = mirror
  • la pintura = painting
  • el retrato = portrait
  • el autorretrato = portrait / self-portrait
  • maldito/a = cursed, accursed
  • el mueble, los muebles = a piece of furniture, furniture (pl.)
  • el reloj = clock / watch
  • la tetera = teapot
  • la taza = teacup / coffee cup
  • el candelabro, el candelero = candelabra, candle-holder
  • la rosa = rose
  • el pétalo = petal
  • el tiempo = time
  • el monstruo = monster
  • el hombre = man
  • humano/a = human


  • la Cenicienta = Cinderella
  • la ceniza, las cenizas = ash, ashes
  • ceniciento/a = covered in ashes
  • la madrastra = step-mother
  • la Madrastra Malvada = the Wicked Step-mother
  • la hermanastra = step-sister
  • malcriado/a = rude, lacking manners
  • el macriado / la malcriada = a brat
  • mimado/a = spoiled, pampered
  • egoísta = selfish
  • exigente = demanding
  • mandón, mandona = bossy
  • chillón, chillona = shrill, screeching
  • la fregona = a washerwoman, a woman who scrubs dishes, a scullery maid
  • el criado, la criada = servant, maid
  • el / la sirviente = servant
  • abnegado/a = selfless, someone who doesn’t think of themselves
  • el ratón, los ratones = mouse/rat, mice/rats
  • el caballo = horse
  • el sollozo = sob
  • el llanto = crying, mourning, weeping
  • la lágrima, las lágrimas = tear, tears, crying
  • la madrina = godmother
  • la Hada Madrina = Fairy Godmother
  • el baile = a ball (“a dance”)
  • la vara = wand / staff
  • la varita mágica = a magic wand
  • el vestido = dress
  • la calabaza = pumpkin
  • el carruaje = carriage
  • el coche = stagecoach [“car” in modern Spanish]
  • la diligencia = horse-drawn carriage [named for the “diligence/task” that horses did when pulling the carriage]
  • la transformación = transformation
  • la medianoche = midnight
  • a la medianoche = at midnight
  • al dar la medianoche / al toque de medianoche = at the stroke of midnight [dar means “to strike” and el toque means “the touch / striking”… both apply since the “stroke” refers to “striking bells”]
  • el zapato = shoe
  • el vidrio = glass
  • de vidrio = made of glass


  • el cuento = story (short)
  • la historia = story (long) / history
  • el cuento de hadas = fairy tale [lit. “story of fairies”]
  • había una vez = once upon a time
  • érase una vez = once upon a time [older]
  • hace mucho tiempo… = a long time ago…
  • el rizo = curl
  • rizado/a = curly
  • el oro = gold
  • dorado/a, de oro = golden
  • el oso = bear
  • Ricitos de oro y los tres osos = Goldilocks and the Three Bears
  • la Caperucita Roja = Little Red Riding Hood
  • la capa = cape
  • la caperuza = cape with a hood / riding hood
  • el lobo = wolf
  • la abuela = grandmother
  • la cesta = basket
  • la canasta = basket
  • el camino = road
  • el leñador = woodsman / woodcutter / lumberjack
  • la piedra = stone, rock
  • la paja = straw
  • la madera = wood
  • el palo, los palos = stick, sticks, twigs
  • la rama, la ramita = twig, sticks
  • el ladrillo = brick
  • joven = young
  • viejo/a = old
  • anciano/a = very old, ancient / old person
  • Alicia en el país de maravillas = Alice in Wonderland
  • los naipes / las cartas = playing cards
  • el conejo = rabbit
  • el sombrerero = the Mad Hatter [lit. “the hatter / hat-maker”]
  • la Reina de Corazones = the Queen of Hearts
  • la Reina Blanca = the White Queen
  • el Gato de Cheshire = the Cheshire Cat
  • El mago de Oz = the Wizard of Oz
  • el Espantapájaros = the Scarecrow
  • el León cobarde = the Cowardly Lion
  • el Hombre de hojalata = the Tin Man [hojalata = “sheet metal” or “tin” that isn’t very thick]
  • Pinocho = Pinocchio
  • la marioneta = puppet, marionette 
  • el títere = puppet
  • el carpintero, la carpintera = carpenter
  • el / la Hada Azul = the Blue Fairy
  • la estrella = a star
  • la ballena = whale
  • la madera = wood
  • la nariz = nose
  • la mentira = a lie
  • mentiroso/a = false, lying, dishonest
  • el mentiroso, la mentirosa = liar
  • la verdad = the truth
  • verdadero/a = true, real
  • de verdad = for real
  • el castillo = castle
  • la vela = candle
  • la rana = frog
  • el sapo = toad
  • el jinete = horseman / rider
  • desconocido/a = unknown
  • extraño/a = strange
  • raro/a = weird
  • extranjero/a = foreign
  • el despertador = alarm clock
  • el cocodrilo = crocodile
  • el barco = ship (large)
  • la nave = ship (large)
  • el naufragio = shipwreck
  • el / la capitán = captain
  • el garfio = hook
  • El Capitán Garfio = Captain Hook
  • la sirena = Siren (Greek mythology) / mermaid [or a “siren” as in an ambulance or shrill noise]
  • la sirenita = little mermaid
  • la aleta = fin [of a fish], flipper
  • el deseo = wish, desire
  • el engaño = trick, deceit
  • engañoso/a = deceitful
  • el troll = troll
  • el ogro = ogre
  • el puente = bridge
  • el tallo de judía / frijol / alubia = beanstalk
  • el gigante = a giant
  • gigante = giant, large
  • lejano/a = faraway
  • cercano/a = nearby
  • lejos = far
  • cerco/a = close
  • Juan y la planta de habichuelas = Jack and the Beanstalk (regional)
  • Juan y la mata de habas = Jack and the Beanstalk (regional)
  • la cuna = crib, cradle
  • la nana = lullaby
  • la canción de cuna = lullaby [lit. “crib song”]
  • la querencia = love, fondness, emotional attachment


  • el rey, el Rey = king, King
  • la reina, la Reina = queen, Queen
  • la princesa, la Princesa = princess, Princess
  • el príncipe, el Príncipe = prince, Prince
  • Alteza = Higness, Grace
  • Su Alteza / Vuestra Alteza = Your Highness, Your Grace
  • Majestad = Majesty
  • Su Majestad / Vuestra Majestad = Your Majesty
  • el señor = man / sir / lord
  • la señora = woman / madam / lady
  • la dama = lady, dame, noblewoman
  • el don, la doña = lord, lady [property-holding people]
  • el dueño, la dueña = owner
  • el jefe, la jefa = boss
  • el noble, la noble, los nobles = nobleman, noblewoman, noblemen
  • la realeza = royalty
  • la nobleza = nobility
  • la plebe / la clase obrera = the common people / the working class
  • el caballero = knight
  • la doncella = maiden [la doncella refers to a young girl who isn’t married… in fairy tales, younger than 18 and (most often) virgins]
  • el galán = gentleman / leading man [used euphemistically, el galán means “playboy” because it refers to “the guy who gets the girl at the end of the story”]
  • el brujo, la bruja = wizard, witch
  • el mago, la maga = wizard, witch, mage, magician
  • el hechicero, la hechicera = sorcerer, sorceress
  • el hada / la hada, las hadas = fairy, fairies
  • el villano, la villana = villager OR villain, evildoer
  • el ciudadano, la ciudadana = citizen, townsperson
  • el ladrón, la ladrona = thief
  • el pícaro, la pícara = rogue
  • el desconocido, la desconocida = unknown person
  • el extraño, la extraña = stranger, unknown person
  • el mayordomo = butler
  • el ama de casa, las amas de casa = housemaid, head maid
  • el criado, la criada = servant
  • el / la sirviente = servant
  • el aya, las ayas = governess, governesses
  • el niñero, la niñera = babysitter
  • el niño, la niña = boy / girl / child
  • el bebé, la bebé = baby
  • el chico, la chica = boy / girl / young child
  • el joven, la joven = teenage boy / teenage girl [lit. “young (man/woman)”]
  • el hombre = man
  • la mujer = woman
  • el padre = father
  • la madre = mother
  • el hijo, la hija, los hijos = son, daughter, children (at least one boy; otherwise las hijas “daughters”)
  • el hermano, la hermana, los hermanos = brother, sister, siblings (at least one boy; otherwise hermanas “sisters”)
  • Dios = God
  • el dios, la diosa, los dioses = god, goddess, gods (at least one boy; otherwise las diosas “goddesses”)
  • el / la protagonista = protagonist
  • el / la antagonista = antagonist
  • el amigo, la amiga = friend
  • el enemigo, la enemiga = enemy
  • el héroe, la heroína = heroe, heroine
byesweetheart’s multifandom fic recs

aaaaand here’s what i’ve been reading lately. i encourage you to take a look at a fandom you haven’t visited in a while, because my journey back through my old fandoms especially were lovely. fandoms sorted alphabetically. heed the word counts! also, sorry, i do read things below NC-17 occasionally. *facepalm* contact me if you want a rec that doesn’t have smut omg.


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If We’re Falling in Love by sunfair | Bitty/Jack | Explicit (NC-17) 20K Words | Summary: Madison, July 2015: over two days, everything changes. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Sneaking Around | Ava’s Thoughts: I had a Thirst for Madison!fics, as the comic glosses over their actual get-together in favor of focusing on Bitty’s Junior Year. I honestly skip over established relationship fic usually, so this fic was a soothing balm for my soul.

Something Like This by emmagrant01 | Bitty/Jack | Explicit (NC-17) | 286K Words | Summary: Jack thought his first year in the NHL would be 100% about hockey, but the reality is so much more complicated.  | Warnings/Tags to Note: Slow Burn, Demisexual Character, Dating other People, Consensual Infidelity (not main pairing), Coming Out, Anxiety | Ava’s Thoughts: DEMI. SEXUAL. JACK. ZIMMERMANN. ANOTHER AMAZING STORY BY @emmagrant01. I related so hardcore to Jack and his coming to grips with his sexuality. Great OCs, deals with real-world events, coming out, real life kinda shit. So well written; definitely a fandom staple. A must read. 


Harry Potter Series

Fast Forward, Two Steps Back by emmagrant01 | Draco/Harry | Explicit (NC-17) 35K Words | Summary: Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy died in the Room of Requirement ten years ago. So when he suddenly reappears at Hogwarts ten years later, still seventeen years old, Professor Harry Potter’s life gets very complicated. | Warnings/Tags to Note: De-Aged, Age Difference, Student/Teacher Relationship, EWE | Ava’s Thoughts: I’ve read @emmagrant01​‘s fics lots and lots, but for some reason I gravitated toward this one, this time. It’s an interesting rewrite of the Room of Requirement scene and a lovely look at what could have been if Draco had had better friends and support during his education. Also I love that Neville is a prominent supporting character in this one (I LOVE NEVILLE IN GENERAL TBH).

Salt on The Western Wind by Saras_Girl | Draco/Harry | Explicit (NC-17) 60K Words | Summary: When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Safehouse, Stuck Together Trope, Bedsharing, Mild Homophobia, EWE | Ava’s Thoughts: SOMEHOW I never read this when HP fandom was going strong. It’s STUCK TOGETHER TROPE!!! Who does that anymore?!!?? And they’re by the sea and forced not to use magic!!! Trashy romance novels!!! Sarahs_Girl is honestly one of the best writers from HP fandom and I wonder where they are these days… 


The Hobbit (I could rec tons more but they’re all WIPs and I couldn’t do that to y’all)

An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn | Bilbo/Thorin | Explicit (NC-17) | 295K Words | Summary: For years Bilbo has written about his adventures and told stories about his dealings with dwarves and dragons. To most it seemed like fanciful nonsense but to Bilbo it was all very real. A weight followed him home from his travels, one called regret. Now in his final moments Bilbo has a choice to make – go quietly into death’s embrace or go back again and face all the fear and pain for the chance to make things right?Of course, change is a fickle thing and not everything can be done again as Bilbo is about to find out. In the end, it may not only be salvation that he’s fighting for. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Do-over, Angst, Temporary Character Death | Ava’s Thoughts: This is a lovely, loooong read. One of the only fandoms where I’ve had to see DO-OVER fic, but especially where a character re-lives it? There’s also a Gigolas fic like this. PODFIC OF THIS IS AVAILABLE 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND AS WELL.

lay your troubles down by Avelera | Bilbo/Thorin | Explicit (NC-17) | 25K Words | Summary: Bilbo sees his chance to snap Thorin out of his madness, and takes it. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Dragon Sickness, Healing Sex, Everyone Lives | Ava’s Thoughts: HEALING SEX!!! I should amend by saying WELL-WRITTEN HEALING SEX!!!!!!!!!


LOTR (can’t believe I’m not reccing Frodo/Sam rn omg)

Adab ned Orthad Anor by TAFKAB | Gimli/Legolas | Explicit (NC-17) | 11K Words | Summary: Mistakenly believing Legolas has no desire for him, Gimli vanishes into the arms of an utrabu amal. Legolas’s loneliness and curiosity force him to do likewise. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Prostitution, Mistaken Identity, Angst, Sex with Other People | Ava’s Thoughts: Okay, so I have said it before but misunderstandings FUCK ME UP. This was that, and also sexy and yearning and TAFKAB has is a lovely writer.

With Wit And Soul Intact by TAFKAB | Gimli/Legolas, minor Aragorn/Faramir | Explicit (NC-17) | 6K Words | Summary: During a peace conference, Legolas panics and freezes at an unexpected orgy. Gimli offers to sex the elf for the sake of diplomatic relations. He tries not to let Legolas know his heart is really in it. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Orgy, First Time | Ava’s Thoughts: FOOLS IN LOVE. Ignore the quirky premise and read this fic, because it’s gorgeous, loving, romantic Gimli POV and there’s bonus @rutobuka2 art as well!!! *HEARTEYES MOTHERFUCKER*


Teen Wolf (I don’t even go here anymore, what)

Starting At The End by Cobrilee | Derek/Stiles Explicit (NC-17) 50K Words | Summary: After graduating college and quitting his amateur porn gig to move back to Beacon Hills and join the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Office, Stiles discovers that the man he never quite left behind is now a… fan. Leave it to the two of them to start at the end. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Pornography, Praise Kink, Phone Sex, Sex with Other People | Ava’s Thoughts: A fun read! I have a thing for inexperienced Derek, but the pornstar Stiles thing was a great addition.

We Got Something Magic by alisvolatpropiis  | Derek/Stiles | Explicit (NC-17) 50K Words | Summary: Scott is never bitten, so Stiles never meets Derek or learns about werewolves. He is, however, since a young age, captivated by a recurring dream of a beautiful, red-eyed wolf that he comes to hold dear to his heart. After college, he moves to Seattle and decides to get a tattoo to acknowledge his dream Wolf, finding a lot more than he expected at Triskele Tattoo. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Dreamsharing, Kate Argent, Knotting | Ava’s Thoughts: Okay, so, yes, obligatory knotting fic in the Teen Wolf fandom. SURPRISE! However, @deleted-scenes’ writing style is so emotional and loving, so really any of her fics are worth a read. I liked (tattoo) artist Derek and his crew, and the Sterek Connection has so much tension and gorgeousness, so. Read this.


Yuri!!! On Ice

a spark in your center by farseersfool | Victor/Yuuri Explicit (NC-17) 6K Words | Summary: This hadn’t been part of the plan. None of this had been part of the plan. Not the kiss, not the public spectacle, and definitely—absolutely, under no circumstances—not the part where he’d fallen in love with Yuri Katsuki. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Demisexual Yuuri, Character Study, Bed-sharing | Ava’s Thoughts: In some ways this feels like a fix-it fic, to me, since YOI exists outside of the world where people need to verbally communicate their feelings. No hate on the show, but as someone who literally needs that verbal confirmation in her relationships, I really appreciated Victor’s thoughts and his desire to be more explicit–to get things right–with Yuuri.

Worthwhile by surveycorpsjean | Victor/Yuuri | Explicit (NC-17) | 6K Words | Summary: In which, it’s Viktor that breaks. | Warnings/Tags to Note: Anxiety & Depression, Self-Harm (Scratching), Self-Hatred | Ava’s Thoughts: I’m torn between “Like pouring red wine on a wedding gown” and “You can’t exactly bake him a bullshit cake and call it chocolate” for best lines. This fic is very stream-of-consciousness, a unique and refreshing writing style. Victor’s thoughts can be upsetting but all in all it’s a story about healing and learning to live, and Yuuri is absolutely understanding and loving and it’s just… (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)

plot twist

summary: the best stories are written together. —shallura. (bedtime cuddles, with a graze of nsfw. just a graze, my friends, don’t get too excited. geez.)
also read on: ao3

for twelve days of shallura, prompt: stories

“Bedtime stories?” she repeats.

“Well,” he hesitates. “That’s mostly what we do for children, I suppose.”

“I’m not a child,” she reminds him snidely, nudging closer to him. “What do adults do when they can’t fall asleep?”

The first thing that comes to his mind is not an appropriate answer, and he immediately forces the image of her — gasping his name, eyes closed, lips parted — out of his head.

“Ah…” he replies with a blush, quickly thinking of something else. “Some people might take melatonin or…take other substances…” He trails off, realizing that there isn’t really a good answer for her question.

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Meimei Stellaworth Short Story Translation

[Little Red Riding Hood]

ヽ(´▽`;)/  All the MJS short stories seem to be based off folklore and dreams! Hahaha. Anyway, I got about three short stories to translate here. Special thanks to Deea for providing the raw! (☞゚∀゚)☞ Enjoy~~

I’m Meimei. I live in the forest and I’m the strongest wolf.

This forest is my territory. Which means, all the people who’ve invaded the forest have fallen victim to my fangs.

Getting kill after kill, before long, it looks like I’ve become famous for being a man-eating wolf. Various hunters have come from outside the forest to attack my notorious self. Of course, I attacked them right back.

There’s not a single being who can rival me. I continue to dominate this forest as the strongest wolf.

* * *

――”Rustle, rustle.” After so long, I heard the footsteps of a human trotting through the grass. When I confirm the direction the sound’s coming from, I promptly break into a run.

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The Perfect Drug

“I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re wrenching dragging shaking me
Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you the more I die

And I want you…

You are the perfect drug
The perfect drug…

You make me hard when i’m all soft inside
I see the truth when i’m all stupid-eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart

My blood just wants to say hello to you
My fear is warm to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
How very little bit is left of me…”

~by Nine Inch Nails


And excuse me for rambling because this AU is like my “BABY.”

They call him “Red Robin” because of two reasons:
-He wears a scarlet hood that is seen as nothing but a streak of red through the night.
-They liken him to a Robin. Swift and the way he flutters about. Well, that’s what children who have “seen” him say.

He’s a very special kind of creature for two reasons:
-He has suppressed his ability to turn into a werewolf for the longest time due to being an experiment, a mere creation.
-He used to be part human and is able to withstand the bite of a vampire and not get killed. How? No one really knows.

I call this AU “Red Rain.” And yes, it’s based on the Red Rain Elseworlds. It’s a long and epic story and I can’t say everything about it.

But, one thing’s for sure… Kon is a weird kind of “Lycan” while Tim is a Slayer/ Hunter who hunts deadly, supernatural, or otherwordly creatures and he happens to be a vampire, too. Dick and Jason are both unsure who turned him into one. But, it’s either one of them.

They also call Tim “Little Red Riding Hood” because he was able to “tame” the wolf. Yes, Tim is Kon’s mate. And not a lot of underwordly, and supernatural creatures approve of it. at. all. But, their own family’s rules do not abide by such disapproval. No one can touch Bruce’s family and no one dares to. They have their own ways and they hold their laws with an iron grip.

Tim was the one who actually trained Kon on how to control his abilities, at least learn how to fight, and put all that power to good use. They’ve known each other WAY before Tim was turned and before Kon even knew what he really was.

It just so happens, things decided to mess a lot stuff up and these two have to get through it together.

SORRY FOR RAMBLING. I hope you guys like this! I can’t express how much I love and cherish this AU and this is the first time I drew something colored and not doodly for it.

_(:3 JL)_
I dedicate this to everyone who celebrated TimKon week with meeee! Actually, and to everyone who was patient enough with me and getting through all my TimKon stuff. XD *Kisses* waste-cat, st00pz, wisiaden, and ladymangoberry who I know celebrated with me in her heart. TEEHEE. <3
AND kohivart WAIFU LOOK I FINALLY MADE A THING!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

You asked me today, ‘What are you?’
And wild flowers grew from my tongue, filling my mouth, as they bled their brilliant colours down my throat, before I could tell you that I am all the things I never meant to be.

(I am the sea, my dear, wicked in my calm. I will drown you and I will mourn you, for darling, I should have taught you to swim.

I am a thousand stories, built upon the ruins of a ten hundred stars. I am an artist of fire, my canvases covered in dust and ash. I am a temple, holy in my prayers.

I am a wolf, with lips painted red, waiting for the moon to howl again. I am the deadliest of beginnings, the brightest of ends)

I swallowed the dirt, and the stems, and all the pretty petals, and told you, long after you’d gone;

“I am a poet, darling, and I will write myself the sun.’

—  They say if a poet loves you, you’ll never die, and if that’s true, darling, I’ll live forever (on loving all the things you never meant to be) | p.d

3-bitgangster  asked:


6: Any tattoos do you want?

yeah a few, but not 100% on them, a dream catcher tattoo with a golden eagle (long story short I have a native american name from an old sweat lodge my mom used to go to) a wolf and a tiger tattoo
7: Any piercings that you want?


13: How old are you?


15: Hair Color?

dark brown

42: What color underwear are you wearing?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh do gym shorts count?
43: What color shirt are you wearing?

44: What color bottoms are you wearing?

blue grey white
45: Wearing any bracelets?

no i am not

RWBY Story Character References
  • Team RWBY:
  • Ruby Rose- Little Red Riding Hood
  • Weiss Shnee- Snow White
  • Blake Belladonna- Beauty/Beast
  • Yang Xaio Long- Goldilocks
  • Team JNPR:
  • Jon Arc- Joan of Arc
  • Nora Valkyrie- Thor
  • Pyrrha Nikos- Achilles
  • Lie Ren- Mulan
  • Other Students:
  • Cardin Winchester- Henry Buford (Cardinal of Winchester)
  • Velvet Scarlatina- Velveteen Rabbit
  • Son Wukong- Son Wukong
  • Scarlet David- Peter Pan
  • Sage Ayana- Asob
  • Neptune Vasilias- Neptune
  • Penny Polendina- Pinocchio
  • Teachers:
  • Headmaster OZpin- Ozpinhead (Wizard of Oz)
  • Glenda Goodwitch- Glenda the Good Witch of the South
  • Peter Port- Peter (Peter and the Wolf)
  • Bartholomew Oobleck- Bartholomew (Bartholomew and the Oobleck)
  • Villains:
  • Cinder Fall- Cinderella
  • Roman Torchwick- Lampwick
  • Mercury- Mercury
  • Extra Characters:
  • Summer Rose- The Last Summer Rose (Poem)
  • This is what I think but if you want to ask why I think these just ask and I'll for you reasons why
EXO’s storyline observations and notes

Hello everyone!

With EXO’s recent mindblowing comeback their story became even more mysterious and complicated. While I’ve been reading through numerous theories (which were totally amazing!), I’ve been taking objective notes and writting down subjective opinions as well. Not only because this the project (EXO × Heroes) stems from EXO’s concept/s and I don’t want to encounter any problems in the story and symbolism but also because the connections truly are fascinating.

I haven’t read everything and probably missed many details so I apologize beforehand for any possible nonsense and for pointing out what may have been already written by someone else. The points may be contradictive for this is not a coherent theory, just a list of small observations.

Feel free to prove me wrong and/or use in any of these points in your theories~

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she-hybridwithsass  asked:

Klayley + reading older Hope a bedtime story and they both fall asleep on her bed. (Something jn that area around the 5 year time jump)

He’s trying his best to get to know his daughter.

So far, Klaus has figured out that Hope Mikaelson is quite a fascinating little girl. 

She hates her veggies, well except for carrots, they’re quite alright. She also dislikes any sort of mess, a habit she probably inherited from Elijah. Her favorite stuffed animal is a small sheep named Charlie, and every night, before bed, she wants to hear the same exact story.

It has to be told the way her mother tells it. With all the accents and the voices, even the silly noises.

Klaus sighs at his new-found nightly routine.

Well, at least Hope was almost asleep.

“One more time,” she whispers as her eyelids are heavy and she’s talking while yawning.

Hayley sighs, looks at Klaus in a way that makes it seem as though she’s saying ‘you see what I dealt with, every night, for the past six years?’

Klaus can only offer her a fond chuckle.

“Hope,” the mother wolf starts off with. “We’ve read this to you three times already,” she scolds.

“But I’m not sleepy yet mommy,” the little girl argues. “Please, just one more time?” she begs, making those puppy dog eyes she knows her mother can’t resist.

Hayley is exasperated, looks to Klaus for some assistance.

“Sweetheart,” he offers. “It’s way past your bedtime, if you don’t go to sleep soon the―”

“Please daddy,” damn, those puppy dog eyes strike again, followed my an innocent little pout, and a flutter of her long dark lashes. “I promise I’ll sleep right after this one,” Hope slowly whispers.

That’s what she said the last three times but hey, Klaus could never say no to his little girl.

“Alright then, little Hope,” he gives in, and almost immediately, Hayley gives him a distant glare for undermining her authority.

“Klaus!” she squeals.

Clearly, he was going to be the type of father who liked to spoil his daughter. And there was nothing the she-wolf could do to stop him. He was, after all, as stubborn as a bull.

“Ugh, fine. But don’t blame me when she ends up expecting four stories from us every night,” Hayley says.

The original hybrid offers her a triumphant smile.

“Now tell me love,” he says to Hope. “Which one of these stories would like to hear this time?” Klaus points to the pretty pink bookshelf he had made for her, 

“Little mermaid,” Hope says off the tip of her tongue. “It’s my second favorite because I like her red hair, but not as much as I like Rapunzel’s long hair,” she informs him, as she had already picked out all the books she’d like her father to read to her. He doesn’t mind though, after all, he had six years of story-telling to catch up on.

“Okay Hope,” Klaus sings. “Let’s start then,” he reaches for the book and opens it up.

Hayley watches them, as if she is far away. She gets lost in Klaus’ narration.

“Once upon a time―” 

She notices the length of his hair, how his curls have become even crazier since he hasn’t had a haircut in a while, well being locked away didn’t help much with that.

She notices strands falling down his eyes, and she almost reaches to push them away from his face. But instead, Hayley falls asleep.

It’s almost three in the morning when Rebekah hears the pitter patter of tiny footsteps making their way towards the kitchen.

She puts away the chocolate chip cookies and stares at the lovely little girl standing before her. “Hope,” Rebekah hums. “What are you doing up this late?” she asks.

“Mommy and daddy fell asleep while reading Little Mermaid to me,” Hope sings, while tilting her head to one side.

The blonde smiles, as she imagines Hayley’s tender smile and Klaus’ fond laugh.

“Is that so?” Rebekah questions, and Hope nods.

She then picks up her darling niece and carries her back upstairs.

“Well, I suppose you are quite a handful, why don’t I read you this story instead?” she giggles, and it makes the littlest Mikaelson grin widely.

“Okay Auntie Bekah!” Hope cheers.

And that was the best thing about the Mikaelson household, no matter how late at night or how early in the day, someone was always there to read Hope a bedtime story

takingbackshane  asked:

Could you update the 100k+ tag?

it’ll be long (haha get it?)

I Still Believe by IAmAVeronica (17/? | 101,242 | NC17)

War is hell.
Falling in love with enemy solider Derek Hale, secretly mating him, and then accidentally being left behind by him when the war suddenly and violently ends is a special kind of hell apparently reserved for one human omega Stiles Stilinski.
But Stiles is determined to find his mate again, because Derek left more than just Stiles in a war-ravaged and werewolf-hating country - and with danger at every turn and nothing but Derek’s gun and his own wits for protection, hell hath no fury like Stiles now.

Protection of the pack by Carlee (21/? | 175,217 | R)

Omegas, Allison and Stiles escape there abusive pack. They find their way to the McCall/Hale pack and find comfort and love there. But it comes with complications of hunters and their old pack that wants their sweet omegas back.

Tourner Dans Le Vide by AsagiStilinski (30/30 | 121,906 | PG13)

UNBETA’D and massively long, you have been warned

Once upon a time, there was a boy who wore a red hood, he took a wolf into his home and that wolf became a man, this is the story of this boy and his wolf who started a war and fell in love, but there’s much more to it than that, because you see magic is a finicky thing that can hold both beauty and danger, and this boy and his wolf better hope their love story survives, as history has taught us, a broken heart can lead to the most dangerous magic of all, it can lead to the biggest sin, it can lead to becoming darkness, falling into the empty void, it can lead to Tourner Dans Le Vide

This is Gonna Take Me Down by CharWright5 (14/14 | 123,386 | NC17)

Deputy Derek Hale had gone into December believing his biggest issue would be ignoring that giant holiday at the end of it. But with only days left before Christmas, he’s now dealing with a meddling sister, a vigilante group killing Supernatural creatures, finding out his partner isn’t quite human, and his ex showing up outta nowhere after disappearing three years ago without an explanation. Happy freaking holidays indeed.

a mountain to climb by grimm (11/11 | 126,412 | NC17)

“Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!”

Sinking Ships by standinginanicedress (5/5 | 106,646 | NC17)

Derek Hale has never met a human before.

Throughout his life, he’s probably encountered, give or take, a hundred or so. A mere hundred human beings in his twenty-three years walking around on earth, compared to the millions of weres he’s seen. And, even then, encountered them he might have, but met? Not even close.

He’s had his dry cleaning handed off to him by a mousy looking human girl in a shirt three sizes too big for her with huge eyes and shaking hands while a beta werewolf yelled at her in the background for being too skittish (wonder why that could possibly be), he’s walked past teenage humans cleaning windows and sweeping pebbles off of sidewalks, he’s had the door opened up for him by older humans in pristine uniforms outside of restaurants – but never, never once, has he stuck his hand out to a human and said hi, my name is…

He could probably count on one hand the number of times he’s even been made aware that a human within a hundred feet of him even had a name.

The Awkward and Sometimes Painful Life of of Genim Hale by BlueRunawayMoon (18/18 | 114,464 | NC17)

Stiles is a writer of gay erotica whose work, according to his Editor (one miss Lydia Martin) has gotten dull and boring. Lydia suggest’s that Stiles try to LIVE a little, gain some new juicy experiences that he can write about and bring the heat up again. Only problem is Stiles is a bit on the dorky side and not good with ‘living a little’. After a whole slew of embarrassing situations brought on by his best(sometimes!) friend Scott, he’s given some wise advice and decides to take a tropical paradise vacation. All’s going good and well, and he’s got a major crush on his super hot tour guide Danny. Yet it seem’s like he can’t stop bumping into Derek, who, as annoying and brooding as he seem’s, also makes it quite clear he WANTS Stiles. As in…wants wants. With the two being brought together almost by fate, Stiles discover’s that Derek is more than he seems….WAY more.

I do not own teen wolf or any characters/photos used from it.

Caretakers by em2mb (8/14 | 145,368 | PG13)

Now Lydia sees the white room clearly, Stiles sitting cross-legged atop the nemeton in his lacrosse jersey, squinting at a chessboard.

That’s when Lydia realizes her vantage point makes her Stiles’ opponent - and she has him in check.

Her instinct is to push her own king into danger, but Stiles grabs her wrist. “Come on, Lydia,” he says dryly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Chess might not be your game, but surely you know that’s against the rules.”


Five months after the nogitsune tears through Beacon Hills, Stiles’ humanity leaves the McCall pack vulnerable. Post-3B.

Keaton Was Better by words_reign_here (10/? | 112,868 | R)

Written from a prompt that I was sent:

Sterek. D&S are not together, but Stiles’ dad catches Derek scent mark cuddling Stiles in bed (because, you know, pack reasons), and he chases Derek from the house with cries of Stiles being too young for him-Derek runs-he just jumps out the fucking window and runs into the woods. Stiles, of course, thinks this is hilarious, and plays along with his dad’s assumption. Stiles hams it up for all its worth, calling Derek “honey” “baby” “sweetie” “puppy” to tease him. Derek is mortified but likes it.

The ETA From You to Me by tylerfucklin (zimothy) (2/2 | 105,043 | R)

In which Derek drives a tow truck and Stiles is the weekend dispatcher who attempts to woo him with his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter and affinity for run-on sentences.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica (22/22 | 124,623 | NC17)

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he’s accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger’s sperm.
And the father of Stiles’s baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.

Don’t Savage The Messenger by exclamation (61/61 | 172,379 | NC17)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters’ stories would have him believe.

The Hope of Empty Men by Paintedsmile (17/17 | 119,576 | NC17)

While Stiles is trying to cope with everything he did under the control of the Nogitsune, Malia is quick to insinuate herself into his life and declares herself his ‘mate’. That would have been great if he’d actually been, y’know, interested, instead of trying to hold on to his sanity with both hands. His guilt combined with the fact that she has no idea about concepts such as ‘consent’, Stiles soon finds himself drowning. Will anyone reach him in time?

Son of Saur and Syn by Reena (8/8 | 148,081 | NC17)

In the year 995 AN Queen Claudia Stilinski rules in Sylune, the capital of the Holy Kingdom. That year she gives birth to twins, Princes Stuart and Stiles Stilinski, two golden-eyed boys whose fates were bound from the very first second. Queen Claudia is famous for being a just monarch who hatched a very old dragon egg in her youth, thus pushed the extinction of dragons at least a century.

Time passes and in 1013 AN, the Northerners, represented by the Hales; and the southerners, represented by the Argents, compete for influence in court now that the Princes are coming of age. Their rivalry is at its peak in this era, since the dragon’s presence brought the Argent family back to Sylune.

Animal Instincts by BlueRunawayMoon (55/55 | 261,809 | NC17)

Things are not going well for Stiles. Not only is he drifting from the pack, but he cant sleep and hardly eats, and its never been more clear to him that being a human leaves him at a major disadvantage. As if things weren’t bad enough, he and Malia are on the rocks, and then there is the fact that Derek wants to kill him, of course. Derek, who he dreams about every night. Derek, who is losing control of his inner wolf, when said wolf seems to want Stiles dead.

But because Stiles is the universe’s bitch, a new, terrifying and seemingly unbeatable monster arrives in Beacon Hills, and the pack have no idea how to stop it. When people start going crazy and attacking others, the Pack learn the creature is involved somehow. Now, with Stiles life in jeopardy, they must find a way to cure him before its too late.

Slow burn with lots of sexual tension and build up.

*There is a Stiles/Original Character pair up, but end game is Sterek. Pinky promise :) *

Going Once, Twice, and Sold! by fangirlsupreme (12/12 | 142,960 | NC17)

In a universe where werewolves are the superior race and humans are on the run to avoid being sold as slaves, Stiles Stilinski doesn’t exactly have an easy life. After being captured and brought to an auction house, he figures all that’s left is for him to go out in a blaze of sharp wit and aggressive sarcasm. What he didn’t count on was Derek Hale being the one to buy him. No, he most certainly didn’t count on the two of them falling in love with each other.

Time Gone By by hitorimaron (24/24 | 192,647 | R)

Stiles was doing quite alright lately, thank you very much. His magical tattoo was finally finished, he had a loving husband and a strong pack. He really didn’t need some weirdo dementor-like skeleton attacking his pack and messing up his ritual. Not to mention, being accidentally sent back in time. The day couldn’t get any better now, could it?

I do not own Teen Wolf, nor any of the original characters. All rights belong to their respective owners. The plot and art is all mine, though. Thank you. :)

Golden Boy by trilliath (16/17 | 105,099 | NC17)

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s 'gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

Bodies Can Be Bought But the Heart Cannot Be Owned; Only Given Freely by kyrene (2/2 | 102,965 | NC17)

In a world where the human race is enslaved by the werewolf race, Derek Hale struggles to recover from the damage caused to his teenage self by the human, Kate Argent. More to the point, he doesn’t believe that slavery is right. But each werewolf gets a personal slave when they become an adult and he’s long overdue.

The moment he sets eyes on the filthy, naked slave in the corner of the packed warehouse, Derek knows he has to bring him home. But can he ever gets Stiles, who has never known a kind owner before, to trust that he’s finally found a safe place?

Phase 3 by damnitgreenberg (4/4 | 128,839 | R)

In a world where humanity is on the brink of extinction, the remaining members of the species are kept, guarded and protected, in self-sustaining compounds called “domes” while werewolves and other supernaturals run the rest of society. After Scott is bitten, Stiles is pulled from his dome to work at Beacon Hills, the largest supecity in what used to be California. There, he strikes up a surprising friendship with the Alpha Prime’s son and stumbles upon a series of secrets that may explain why the war with the Darach and her human separatist army never ended.

Overcoming Me by RTSideStories (26/26 | 105,321 | R)

Stiles and his parents have just moved to the small town of Beacon Hills after “the incident” at his last school. All he wants is his privacy, his self-respect, to forget about his ex, and for everyone to just leave him the hell alone. Though like with most things in his life, he never actually gets what he wants.
Instead, he’s got a circle of people who are WAY too interested in him, an overprotective meat-shield known as Derek Hale, and a school full of WEIRDOS.
Just what he needed. MORE attention.

(Or the modernized version of beauty and the beast with a trans!ftm!Stiles, a cursed beacon hills, and Claudia Stilinski being the central parenting figure.)

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch (13/13 | 105,527 | NC17)

Stiles is home for the summer after graduation and he is so ready to relax, work a little bit on his second book, and then he almost crashes his car when he swerves to avoid hitting a wolf. But, it’s like his dad says, there are no wolves in California.

Stiles doesn’t think much about it after that, especially once he runs into Erica who’s working at a coffee shop and her boss, the lovely Laura Hale, offers him a job.

Oh, and apparently he’s suddenly running a doggie summer camp because they just keep showing up at his house, especially the big black one who has the prettiest fur and the judgiest face on a dog he’s ever seen.

Mommy Dearest by BeyondtheKilljoy (30/30 | 150,439 | R)

Stiles was supposed to be put in weight training, but due to scheduling problems he was dropped into Health. It was fine, really, it was up until the point where Coach assigned the baby project. And the kicker?
His partner was the reclusive, intimidating Derek Hale - so it really wasn’t fine anymore; especially with a baby who wouldn’t give him a moment of rest if Hale wasn’t there. However, when the project forces him to get closer to Hale than he would even imagine possible, he learns new things about the Hale family and maybe begins to see Hale in a different light.
Even if he’d totally be the mom. 

The Duel of the Gods

I have been thoroughly enjoying the Homestuck Mythos created by @khemi, @dirkar and @janestrider​ .   In that mythos, the Kids are in truth the Gods of the post-Sburb world.  Over time they lose their humanity and become Gods indeed, and then only legends.  I encourage you to go read the originals!  Dirkar created the mythos in this post;  Khemi wrote  two other Mythos fics (so far).  This is a tribute to the Mythos.

It was a warm afternoon in early autumn; the sun was sinking in the sky, and the dust sparkled golden in the slanting light.   Grandmother sat in her doorway and spun.   As she worked, she kept a watchful eye on the children who played in the dusty street, tumbling, fighting, and then making peace.   Her great-grandson Ulf picked up a rock and threw it at his father’s sister’s son Geir.  The rock missed Geir, but hit little Siv, who cried.  Grandmother set her distaff aside, then rose from her seat.   Little Siv had taken no great injury; Grandmother kissed the bump and set her down on her feet.   Then she stared down at Ulf, who tried to avoid her gaze, but then sulkily apologized to Siv.  

“And also to Geir!  You should not be throwing rocks, for eyes do not grow back in the head.” Even more sulkily, Ulf apologized to Geir. Grandmother shook her head, returned to her doorstep, then asked, “Who will listen to a story?”   The children ran to her feet and sat down.  After a pause to collect her thoughts, she began.

“Heed me now, for later you must tell the story yourselves.”

In these days the Gods have grown weary of mortals; they still send us wind and rain, love and death — for death is also a gift, bitter though it may be — but seldom do they speak to us, and more seldom still do they appear in their own flesh.

When the world was young, though, things were otherwise.  Then the Gods walked and swam and flew in the perfect bodies of which our own are but crude copies.   They drank and they ate and they healed and they slew  and they loved and they laughed.   Today I will tell you of the laughter of the Gods; a laughter more piercing than ours, for the Gods see through lies as we see through winter air.  

Long, long ago, the Gods sat upon their sacred hill, eating apples and looking down on the world they had made. The Lady of The Sharp Eyes and the Blind One spoke softly of what was and what might come to be. The Wolf-Sister tossed an amber ball between her hands until the Wind-Lord snatched it from her grasp. The Lady of Laughter sat with her brother’s head in her lap, combing out his red-gold hair and chiding him for his solemn face.  The Lord of Hope slept, weary from defeating the Winged Bull … but that is another story.   The Maiden said nothing, as was her wont, for she spoke little unless to the purpose.  

The Lord of Time, who had been listening to the crow that brought him news, sat up and flung it from his hand.  "I grow weary of idleness.“   His red-eyed lover rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to scold, but the Lord clapped his hand — the one that had held the crow — across his lover’s mouth.  "Let us have a rhyme-match.”

At that the Gods groaned as one.  The Lord of Time never lost a rhyme-match, not even to his sister the Lady of the Sharp Eyes.  Worse, his rhyme-matches could last for weeks, and sometimes longer.   Mortals who challenged the Lord of Time might spend their entire lives in the contest, or, living, return to the world and find that their great-grandchildren were ashes on the wind, and that none alive remembered their faces or their names.  

From his place in his sister’s lap, the Lord of Souls, he who makes and unmakes us all,  spoke up.  "I will wager a cask of unfermented cider that I can defeat you in combat, for my sword is whole and yours is broken.“

"Done!” cried the Lord of Time, for he loves cider above all things.  

The Lord of Souls sat up from his sister’s lap and stood, holding the sword that never dulls.   The Lord of Time also stood, the sword that changes naked in his hand.

And so they began to fight.  Back and forth the brothers flashed, faster than even the Sharp-Eyed Lady could follow.  Now and again they slowed, so that the other gods might behold their prowess.   The Deadly Ones were well matched, and they fought only in jest, for they knew that if they fought in truth, one or both of them must surely die.   The other Gods called out as the brothers fought; some offering praise, others mockery, and the Red-Eyed Lover denouncing the stupidity of a battle between kin.   The fight would have lasted long even as the gods count time, but the Lord of Souls stumbled on a hillock in the grass, and a blow that he should easily have parried passed within his guard and cut off his smallest finger.

The finger lay upon the hill, and the Gods gazed down on it.

“I can heal any creature but once, ” said the Maiden, “and you I have already healed.”

The Lord of Souls, the Deadly One, shrugged.  "What is a finger more or less?“  And he picked the finger up and made to cast it into the sky.

Seeing this, the Wolf-Sister twitched her ears.   "The stars are for heroes; you, cousin, lost this through carelessness.”   So saying, she picked up the finger and cast it into the sea.  There came a churning in the waves;  a rock sprang from the ocean, and grew and grew until it was a pillar four times the height of a man.  "Let this remind you of your folly.“   The pillar still stands; if you follow the coast north of  Cape Karkat, you will see the God’s Finger still, warning sailors of the leeward reefs.

The Lord of Time laughed, saying, "None now can doubt whose stone stands tallest.”  Then he swept his hand into the air, and his brother’s finger reappeared on his hand, as if it had never been severed.   The Wolf Lady was wroth, but then she laughed, for none could deny the Lord of Time when mirth was upon him and he spoke in shining words.

And so it happened, and so it ends, and so you must remember, and tell it again.

Finishing her story, Grandmother frowned at young Ulf.   “When the Lord of Time wounded the Lord of Souls, the Lord of Time could repair the hurt he had caused.  You, Ulf, are no Lord, and no Lord will heal your cousin if you are careless.   You must be wiser than the Deadly Brothers, and fight your kin with words, not weapons.  Save your swords  — and stones! — for the enemy.”

TITLE: Once upon a full moon


AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst1

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  Imagine Loki being a werewolf, and falling for Red Riding Hood.


NOTES/WARNINGS: I’ve had this story for a while and have decided to adapt it to our beloved god of mischief. Though it is a tad long; if y'all are interested and like it, comment for more ‘cause I don’t want to bore y'all

Even A man who is pure of heart,
and says his prayers by night.
May become a wolf; when the wolfbane blooms.
And the moon is full and bright. 

Streaks of red and black disturb the eerie stillness of the collaged greens that expand throughout the forest. Light seeps through the large canopy that seems to cover the whole forest, casting shadows onto the lime green undergrowth of the forest floor. Scarlet, a local village girl sprints over thickets of thorny briars and fallen branches as she races through the wild valley like she’s done so many times before. Her crimson red cloak and hood swims in the air behind her as she runs. She lifts her face up as she stops running and starts walking, letting the light and shadow dance across her skin. The early morning birds hum and sing their sweet melody whilst gliding from tree branch to tree branch as Scarlet Inhales the earthy smells surrounding her and continues her way further into the dark, ever-growing abyss of greens and browns. To anyone else in Scarlet’s village, the forest makes people retreat back to their man-made wooden boxes they call houses, but to Scarlet, all the smells, sounds and scenery make her want to run deeper into it, exploring every valley and mountain. Which Scarlet would gladly do if not for the shining white orb that hangs in the darkening blue night sky; calling forth the monsters that are created from its silvery white light.  

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4gloss  asked:

Any Sterek fairy tale fic recs? Thanks! ❤️

cinderella au

  • Burning Glances (Turning Heads) by YiiChi (Not Rated, 28k) Stiles is a lower-class tailor, who has always dreamed of attending the fabled, annual Hale ball. His good friend, Lord McCall, somehow managed to procure an extra invite.Stiles doesn’t expect anything of the evening. He certainly doesn’t expect to capture the gaze of a dark, mysterious stranger wearing a wolf mask.
  • The Price (or Cinder-Stiles) by petals42 (Not Rated, 11k) “Perfect,” Stiles breathes, stops listening, and pulls Scott back into the shop.“I am going to that ball,” he announces. This is perfect. This is the greatest thing to ever happen to him. “What?” Scott says. “Wait, really?”“Obviously!” Stiles replies. He can totally do this. He just needs some clothes that aren’t… basically rags. Pockets! He’ll need lots of pockets. And-“This is awesome!” Scott interrupts his thought process. “I think you could totally win over the prince if you wanted! You’re like the most handsome guy I know!” “Agreed,” Stiles says. Then Scott’s words actually catch up with him. “Wait, no. I’m not going for the prince. Why would I care about the prince?”

sleeping beauty au

  • untitled by howlnatural [part one] [part two]  The Sleeping Beau of La Iglesia has all the markings of a tourist scam, though. With literally nothing around the town save for some old architecture and sand and maybe some unmarked cartel graves and more sand, there had to be something to draw the crowds here in droves, since the history buffs wouldn’t be paying the bills on their own. A hot fake-dude taking a nap in the ruins of an old church connected to a gift shop was reason enough.
  • Once Upon A Dream by stilinskisparkles (T, 12k) Derek watches as Melissa and Queen Claudia move towards the courtyard, Scott and his fairy friends following quickly. The baby makes a small cry as they disappear, and Derek moves towards them on instinct, drawn to it without explanation. Talia catches his shoulder and holds him still, though.“Not yet, Derek, sweetheart,” she murmurs. “You can’t follow, yet.”
  • Wake Me Up With A Kiss by matildajones (T, 3k)  Stiles works at a museum.

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Another Hale

Your name: submit What is this?

When I heard what happened to my family I would never think that I ever come back to Beacon Hills but here I am now. Same wood like then. I know Derek and Cora are alive but I still miss my mother. And yeah, I’m another Hale, the youngest one. We all heard about things that happened in Beacon Hills and Derek wanted me to keep my eyes on the true alpha Scott McCall. I have absolutely no idea why, he’s true alpha. Okay maybe because I’m also an alpha but still think that Cora would be better choice than me.

I walked through this wood when I heard three people discuss about some hole. I giggle at it but immediately regretted it.

“What was that?” Someone asked and I hide behind the tree.

“I don’t know keep searching!” Said someone else and I went to them, maybe they know where McCall is.

“Guys…” Said the third one when he saw me with my bow and arrow directed to them.

“What?” The other two yelled in the same time but he didn’t say anything just pointed at me. They finally noticed me and I smiled at them.

“What’s happening?” Asked someone in the hole and I raised one of my eyebrows at them. The taller one shrugged his shoulder and helped him out.

“Why was he in the hole?” I asked looked at them, my arrow still directed to them.

“Long story, hunter.” Said the smaller white boy. I laughed at ‘my nickname’ and lowered the bow.

“Where’s McCall, wolfie?” I asked him but he just looked at me with wide eyes.

“Are you sure I’m a wolf?” He asked and crossed his arms.

“Please. I could smell you like two miles away.” I shook my head and they all looked at me confused.  “You have no idea who I am, right?” I asked and they shook their heads so I blink my eyes and they immediately turn red.

“You’re werewolf!” The guy with chocolate skin yelled and sound exited. My eyes went wide at his reaction so I looked at the taller one.

“Don’t ask.” He whispered that just I and the other werewolf could hear him. Then my phone started to vibrate. I checked the ID and smirked.

“Nice to hear you again.” I said and my smirk grew even wider.

“Y/N we need your help.” He breathed and my smirk immediately disappeared.

“What happened? Where are you?” I whispered yelled and started too worried. But no answer comes. “Deaton!” I screamed and the call ended up. “Where they are?” I screamed at the three of them.

“Veterinary Clinic, I supposed.” One of them said but I didn’t recognize who and already was on my way to the clinic.

When I arrived there I met a girl who ran away. I looked at her confused and ran inside.

“Deaton!” I yelled and tried to hear his heartbeat but something had to protect this place from supernatural creatures.

“Y/N, we’re here.” I heard him and ran again. I found him on the floor with two others.

“Oh my God! Deaton are you okay?” I kneeled to him and placed my hands on his cheeks.

“Yeah, we’re just paralyzed.” He laughed a little and I shook my head.

“Are you able to sit?” I asked and looked at the two others.

“I didn’t try it.” He winked at me so I tried to help him sit on the floor. When finally sat I wanted to help the other person on the floor but he started to argue with me.

“I’m fine I just moved my leg.” He said and I looked at his leg which didn’t move even one inch.  So I grab first injection on the table and slowly stung it in his left leg. Again he didn’t move.

“Are you sure?” I asked and looked at the needle in his leg.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m absolutely fine.” He added and I looked at the last one, he had huge grin on his face.

“So you know that you have an 8 inches needle in leg?” I asked and crossed my arms over my chest. He let out a groan so I finally helped him. His eyes went really wide when he saw a needle and almost blacked out.

“Who are you?” Asked the one who sat all the time.

“Y/N Hale. Derek sent me here to keep my eyes on Scott.” I said without knowing who I’m talking to.

“I’m Scott.” He smiled. “This is Stiles.”

“Oh. Sorry I didn’t know.” I tried to apologize but he cut me off.

“It’s okay. How’s Derek?” Scott asked and I had no time to answer cause another person appeared in the room. “Theo?” He looked at him confused just like me.

“What happened in here?” He looked around and then watched me with a light smirk.

“Tracy.” Scott whispered but Theo still watched me. I growl at him and his smirk grew wider. 

“Let me help. It doesn’t have to mean I’m a part of a pack or that you except me or anything like that. It’s just mean I can help you to catch this girl.” Theo said and looked at Scott and Stiles. I watched him confused.

“You’re an omega.” I whispered and he looked at me and nodded his head. “But you’re different. I can smell it.” I still looked into his eyes but he didn’t say anything. 

Okay, but let’s talk about Rebecca Logan for a sec, ‘kay?

Rebecca, who grew up being known only as the daughter of a powerful politician, who was expected to be held to rigorous standards she despised, whose main identifiers when introducing her were not “Bex” or “witty” or “sharp” or “will make your life so much more interesting and real by being in it”, but merely “senator’s daughter” and “kind of boring”.

Rebecca, whose father is white and comes from old money, whose mother is a distant, vague figure. Who has to deal with being biracial and a woman in such a conservative bigoted political environment, even if it never came up in the actual show.

Rebecca, whose only previous relationships meaningful enough to talk about now are with a member of the staff who hides cheesaritos for her and a girl she calls a “best friend” she says she misses, but never invites to visit or goes herself, never writes to or talks about, never acknowledges.

Rebecca, who has seen enough mistresses walk out of her father’s bedroom and heard him make enough promises that “it won’t happen again” only to break them two weeks later to know that love is an illusion, a myth perpetuated by a society to trap women into monogamous childbearing relationships while the men can roam freely into anyone’s pants they like and it’s regarded as normal, while if the woman breaks this agreement, she will be ostracized from society. Who knows how fleeting moments of happiness are, and that they hurt a lot worse if you try to cling to them.

Rebecca, who comes to college knowing full well that to everyone there she is “the senator’s daughter” with the “private jet and house in the Bahamas” and the “pedigree which will raise this college’s and sorority’s public perception”, that she is not “Rebecca, friendless girl who is finally old enough to make her own decisions and start breaking free of this bullshit she’s had to adhere to all her life, who is looking to explore the big world out there and doesn’t quite know where to begin”, that she is simply… a status.

Rebecca, who accepts this fact and uses it as leverage to get the best deal possible for her; she knows what she’s worth - be it her personality or her status. Who is not afraid to flaunt this in their faces because, hey, you only wanted me for my family, right?

Rebecca, who came to college and immediately, on her first night, found the hottest, richest, most desirable bachelor on campus and had her way with him. Rebecca, who, upon finding out that he’s in a committed relationship with one of those girls who only wanted her for her money, goes “how awkward for you!” because like hell is she apologizing for having great sex with a hot guy who wanted it as much as she did. Like hell is she taking blame for ruining someone else’s relationship if she simply happened to be the one to expose the holes already in it. And like hell is she gonna let some preppy cheerful president wannabe tell her how long she’s supposed to get to know a guy before taking his pants off; this is her body and her life and her choices.

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