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murdockbarnes · 10 months

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I can see you

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

summary: based on I can see you by taylor swift on sntv

wordcount: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. I DO NOT SUPPORT JKR IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. forbidden romance, coworkers with benefit, switch!james and switch!reader, handjob, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex.

A/N: this song is so sexy i just had to. this was written in a hurry so forgive me if it's shitty.

any feedback would be greatly appreciated, but reblogs are especially helpful. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

they brush past each other in one of the many hallways in the ministry of magic, chasing different leads a few months into their training year as new aurors.

it was exciting, as jimston offered them complicated cases and allowed them to work them out on their own, as most training aurors wouldn't let them out in the field so early.

but jimston had one strict rule: aurors training under him could not date during their year of training.

and well, that was quite unfortunate wasn't it? training under jimston as new aurors allowed them to see sides of each other they had not seen at hogwarts, given how different their social circles ran. james was smart as a whip and her shy exterior hid something that called to james' mischievous self. the tension was palpable whenever they were in each other's vicinity.

jimston had paired them up to work most cases together, so they sat sneaking glances day after day at desks facing each other, in a small room with two other aurors.

it was innocent at first, shy glances and shier smiles, arms brushing as they walked, joking and laughing getting to know each other, and late nights working together. everything was professional, despite how hard it got progressively.

it all came to a head one night when they were working late on a case looking for leads, the little workroom empty save for them. jackets off, shirts unbuttoned in an effort to get more comfortable in the stuffy office. james' unruly hair even moreso after running his fingers through it in frustration. she was distracted a while ago when he rolled up his sleeves, his arms on display. oblivious to the effect he was having on her, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes following the patch of skin coming uncovered. james voice calling her name snapped her out of her haze, and as her gaze met his, darkened eyes meeting darker ones, he knew it was all about to change.

and the rest was history.

which is how james found himself pressed against the wall in a small storage closet a few months into their arrangement, his glasses fogging and her hand over his mouth while she pumped his cock with the other. her lips trailed over his jaw and neck as she increased her pace, grip tightening every time it came close to his tip. the combined sensation of her lips and hand had james reeling, moaning and whining into her hand as he got closer and closer to the edge. he was dizzy in the dim room, as the cloud of her perfume engulfed him. his eyes rolled as white hot pleasure overtook him, electrifying every nerve in his body as she whispered praises into his ear, her pace frantic now. he came all over her hand, her lips trailing his jaw to his mouth, now free and panting heavily. the kiss was all teeth and tongue, intense and quick. it had to be, their absence would surely be noticed by now.

distracted by the kiss, the feel of her hair in his hands and flushed skin under his fingertips, he didn't feel her tucking his dick back into his pants and zipping him up. only when she broke away and his lips chased hers did he realise, but he really couldn't find it in himself to care. he still kept holding her close to him, foreheads resting together, pressed against each other.

"oh my god," are the first words to leave james' mouth, making her laugh. "that was so fucking hot. merlin, woman, you are something else."

"come on," she says, "we have that meeting with jimston in a few minutes to discuss that new case." she pecked him once, flashed a smile, and left as quick as she dragged him into the closet.

james would feel her eyes on him when he was across the room, his coffee mug in hand and talking to someone else, and he'd turn away and pretend not to notice, fighting the flush rising up his neck. he'd pretend like he didn't wish to know what went through her head, like he couldn't still feel the feel of her skin on his fingertips, or know her taste. like she hadn't kissed him senseless merely a half hour ago in an unused office after he'd used his fingers and his tongue to make her cum.

or how she'd returned the favour right back, her mouth stuffed full of his cock, hand slick with his spit, fondling his balls.

james apparates outside her door now, hand raised to knock just as it swings open. she steps aside to invite him in, and she can't turn back after shutting the door fast enough before james has a hold of her face and is kissing her, fingers tangling in her hair. she moans into his mouth as his fingers lift her skirt upwards, hands curving over her thighs and hip until it reaches her underwear. his fingers are gentle as they pull it off, a contrast to the desperate way he's kissing her, as though she's his one source of oxygen.

james breaks away and slowly gets on his knees, maintaining eye contact. her back is against her front door, her chest heaving. her hair is messy from his fingers and her shirt unbuttoned; she looks an absolute mess, and james couldn't be prouder. his hands glance over her legs once more before they slowly part her folds, his breath fanning her pubic bone before his mouth makes contact with her clit. james licks and sucks at her clit while his fingers pump in and out of her. her moans and nails scratching his scalp encourage him to go faster, suck harsher until her arousal is dripping down his knuckles and she's clenching around him. he rises, kissing her again and holding on tightly as she weaves a dance around her furniture to her bedroom.

"you drive me absolutely crazy, james potter." she says, pushing him onto the bed and unbuttoning her shirt. "you don't know half the things i want to do to you."

"then show me." is his response as she straddles him, undressing him now. she kisses him deeply as he flips the both of them so that he's on top. she bites his lip and james detaches to give her a mock stern look. at her smile, he smiles back and plants kisses along her neck, drifting down to her breasts as he lines his cock up to her folds. his lips wrap around a nipple just as he pushes in, her chest arching into him. his thrusts are deep, his hands holding hers as she moans and writhes under him. james watches for a while, taking in her flushed skin and rolling eyes, her kiss swollen lips. his lips find her neck again, sucking hard enough to leave bruises. her cunt flutters around his cock, and his pace increases, his thrusts growing choppy as he moans into her ear. james reaches a hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit furiously as he encourages her to let go for him.

"cum for me, love. i've got you." james reassures her, focusing on angling his hips to repeatedly hit that spot inside her that makes her keen. she moans loudly, chest brushing his as her cunt tightens around his cock.

her legs wrap around his hips. "cum in me, james. please." she kisses him, hard, and james thrusts hard a few times before he's coming undone, moaning into her ear.

they're both shuddering from the aftermath of their orgasms, arms still wrapped around each other, bone weary and too tired to move. his fingers stroke her spine, her leg thrown over his, her head on his chest. james really doesn't want to leave. truth be told, he's sure he's addicted, he loses his mind every time her hand brushes against him at the ministry in a meeting, or when her perfume lingers in the room when she's not there. the way her foot brushes against his and the twinkle in her eyes when she looks up at him grinning. there's a pang in his heart when he thinks of this, whatever it may be, coming to an end.

"there's only a month left till our training's over." james starts tentatively. she hums in response. "where does that leave us once it's over? because in case you haven't noticed, i'm kinda addicted to you, sweetheart." it's almost a whisper, the way he says it.

she shifts and leans on her elbow, the better to look at james while she responds. "in case you haven't noticed, jamie, i'm kinda addicted to you too." she smiles. his resounding smile washes over her like the warm rays of sunlight, and she's glad she didn't keep it in any longer. james potter was the sun and she'd gladly have her heart broken if she got the chance to love him.

james kisses her then, soft and sweet and so different to all the ones they'd shared before. his arms wrapped around her, her light snores fill the room, his own not far behind. as sleep clouds his senses, the end of the month and the promise of a possible future looming in his mind can't seem to come fast enough.

#ara writes #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter smut #marauders x reader

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talesfromthebitterbeast · 1 year

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Living In An Ivory Tower: How THIS GROUP Failed The Republic

Out of touch, out of range, looking down on the denizens of Coruscant and the rest of the Republic from their lives of luxury and comfort. This group of privileged beings have the power and ability to make real change and yet remain complacent with the way things are in the galaxy, barely moving to help those in need.

Read the full article on Medium.

#pro jedi #in defense of the jedi #ara's medium articles #ara writes articles #ara writes #ara writes meta #ara writes star wars meta

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themountainsays · 2 years

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I think you wrote the right language fic on ao3 and I want to tell you I loved it.

Oh! Yes yes i wrote it ahh i was a bit shy to share here but now that you mention it uhh here's the link if anyone else is interested! Thank you sm ahh i'm happy you like it!! I never wrote anything nsfw before so this was a new experience for me ahh

Now i'm kinda shy so i'm gonna uhh disappear but ahh i'm happy people like it 😭😭😭

#not safe for casita #ara writes

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therainatdawn · 9 months

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Hello! Ara here!

New Pinned Post: This blog stands against the genocide of Palestine, and as such, might contain triggering, and graphic, images.

Please help to free Palestine.

Original Pinned Post:Here I write, I draw, and I ramble.

Mostly ramble.

I write at Wattpad and AO3 with the same name!

If you're lonely, need a shoulder, or just someone to scream with together, here I am!

#hello #ara here #ara draws #ara writes #ara rambles

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awriterlivinginaconstantdream · 2 months

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Just Let Me Hold You While You Sleep

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x daughter!OC

Just a little drabble about Johnny and his adopted daughter

If you listen to the song while reading it will an amazing experience. Trust me.

Words : 1.3k

He held her softly in his arms rocking her gently as the sound of her breathing softly filled his ears like a sweet melody. He cradled her as her mouth formed a small smile, rubbing circles on her back soothingly, looking at his daughter so lovingly. He adored the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. Her tiny body radiating trust and warmth from her slumber, she snuggled against him as her eyebrows furrowed adorably. His large arms were the perfect pillow for her head, large enough she could rest on them and soft enough to fall asleep on them, strong enough so she knew that he would not let her fall and if she did, he would catch her.

She wasn’t his blood, but he would give her everything. She was not his blood, but he loved her as if he birthed her himself. She was not his blood, but she was a good as. All these thoughts raced through his head as he watched her sleep calmly and soothingly. He could feel her heart thumping against her chest as she held one hand on to his shirt for dear life. He had one arm cradling her and one hand holding her other free hand playing with her soft little fingers. He leaned back never letting go so her head could rest on his chest, she sighed softly, a deep breath leaving her body. He watched her sleep as the rain pattered away on the windows. The serenity of it all was just so perfect. He readjusted her body so her feet could also rest on the couch, they twitched at the movement. His little girl in his arms. So cute. So peaceful. He could not tell that this is the same little girl that annoyed him and disobeyed at all hours of the day because now she was silent and running around in dreamland. His heart could not handle the way she sometimes snorted in her sleep or even mumbled. She looked adorable, all snuggled up against him. His gentle breathing keeping hers steady. ‘I can’t believe she fell asleep on me like this,’ he thought to himself annoyed, but he would not have it any other way. He would not change a single thing about this moment. Not one thing. Nothing could take her away from him. He would do anything to protect her, even herself if necessary.

He closed his eyes and began to remember all their moments. ‘She always knew how to make me smile,’ he thought, ‘Even when I couldn’t bring a new game or album she wanted.’ ‘She also knew how to grind my gears and annoy me’ he chuckled softly. She truly was like a puppy. A puppy that would one day grow up and achieve many remarkable things. There was one memory, it shined brighter than others like a star on the darkest night. Just like she does, even now in her sleeping form.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the sun was casting a gentle golden glow on the street, the sky littered with purple and pink clouds as the day ended. The trees wafting in the warm breeze. He was on leave from base for two weeks after getting an injury to his shoulder. Just a torn muscle, nothing incredibly major. It just meant he was not able to perform his duties. He came back to his daughter waiting for him with a stupid, massive grin on her face. Her hair looked a little wild, but craziness aside she threw her small arms around him and hugged him tight. There was only a handful of times your dad was allowed home when he was working in one of the most dangerous task forces in the world. She was proud but that did not mean she did not miss him. She held on to him for as long as possible, never letting go even as he was trying to walk into the house, tiny feet scurrying along with his. He felt loved and wanted whenever he walked into his home. It was the smile that she gave him that made risking his life worth it. Just like any father, he would bring the moon to see his little girl smile. Even though, she was not his. She made every drill, every mission, every gunshot, every near-death experience worth it. Because it was worth seeing her smile and come running to him every time he got back. His injury did not change the way she saw him, it just meant that she could not climb all over him without trying to hurt him. She did go on an adventure in their house looking for his weapons that he had at home. A wonderful back and forth between doing chores and schoolwork. Running up and down, left, and right, looking for these weapons (he never kept them in the house). He did have to be harsh with her so she wouldn’t do anything that could cause her harm. “If you find anything, don’t use it unless I’m around,” he told her. “Don’t run around with it. Don’t put your finger on the trigger. Don’t try and steal it either because I will know.,” he added sternly. “Aye Aye captain.,” she joked in return, aware of her father’s dream of being a captain. He was not impressed, ‘She’s not taking me seriously, is she?’ he thought to himself. It was times like this he wanted to cherish and keep in his mind forever. Hopefully, before he dies moments like this can flash before his eyes.

Before he realised, he cries softly into her snuggled form. Tears flowing down lovingly as he held her tighter. It pained his heart to even think about her leaving. Even now, she remained asleep, never moving, and never changing. She was the key to keeping his boots on the ground, wherever he went, he knew that his daughter would be waiting for him, waiting to tell him all the amazing and wonderful things that happened at school. The wonderful memories she made with her friends, all stockpiled waiting for him.

She tumbled out of her slumber and sleepily looked at her father as he sobbed quietly into her hair. She wrestled her arms free from being tightly secured against his body and wrapped them tightly around his chest. Hugging him back and tried to calm him down as he silently sobbed in her hair. She moved so she could wipe his eyes with the pads of the fingers. He looked up and let her continue wiping away his tears. “Don’t be sad, dad.,” she told him softly. He teared up again at these words, but she wiped them away before he could start the waterfalls again. To cheer him up, she covered his eyes with her hands and then uncovered them. Peekaboo! She did this repeatedly while he chuckled as remnants of tears fell down his cheeks. He still held her in his arms as she acted playfully. “Stop it, you’re going to kill me.” he remarked. She continued the game till she was sure he was no longer upset. “Why were you upset? Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“No, I just had a lot of feelings, holding you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re too young to understand what I mean right now.”

“You can tell me.”

“I just want you to stay.” he spoke. It was only six words and to him it might as well have been a novel of emotions. “But I am right here?” she wondered; she was very confused at what he meant. Was it in the literal sense? Was it in a ‘I don’t want you to grow up’ kind of way? Or was it a ‘don’t leave before I do’ kind of way? Even in her confused state, she looked at him and smiled fondly. He could tell behind her eyes that she didn’t know what he meant and to him, maybe that was a good thing, that smile was his reason to stay, the same way when the sun shines, all the colours in the world begin to bloom.

They both just wanted to stay.

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twistedwonderlandsimps · 2 years

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Yuu Leech

Note: A bit of violence (I think) and attempted siblicide.

Yuu always believed that having younger siblings was a troublesome thing. They’d seen other creatures in the vast, wide sea with their babies whom were always whining and crying all the time that it grated their ears so much just from hearing the little things scream.

Even their friends who had younger siblings (Friends? Did they even have friends or were they just expendable minions to Yuu in the end?) always complained of them all the time. They got me in trouble this, they destroyed my stuff that. Little brat who were entitled and believed they were invincible, they said. Perhaps because of constantly hearing of this all the time, it influenced Yuu’s opinion on this matter.

Furthermore, the ocean was a really, really big place and creatures weren’t always going to show mercy to others just because their prey were babies. From the moment one was born, they’d have to fight for their survival in the Coral Sea. Some lived and some survived, that was just how it is in a fish-eat-fish world. Yuu was lucky enough to be born in a loving and protective family. They were lucky enough to be the only one to survive out of all the siblings they could have had. And as they grew older, they learnt how to protect themselves and became an expert at putting their underlings in line unless they wanted to face the consequences.

For a few years in their life, Yuu had been an only child. Until there came a pair of twins-- Yuu’s little brothers. Yuu disliked them immediately. They were small and weak. They didn’t do anything exciting and were always just floating around together. Yuu didn’t find anything exciting about them at all so they ignored them and lived as if the twins didn’t exist.

But Yuu didn’t hate them because had they truly hated their own little brothers, the twins probably wouldn’t even be alive right now…

Besides, they probably wouldn’t last long in the Coral Sea anyway.

Soon, Yuu had to go far away up on the land for their studies and usually didn’t come home for a few years. Why would they? There wasn’t anything new back home anyway.

When they did, they saw two familiar twins who had now grown up a lot. Yuu was surprised that the two were still alive but they still didn’t like them. They found out that the two were already in middle school. Floyd and Jade were their names, Yuu had relearned at the insistence of their parents but they didn’t see the point of it since they were probably going to forget it all over again.

What? They were boring, why would Yuu want to remember their names?

Mother and father were always worried about the two so they always sent Yuu out to bring them to and fro the school along with their bodyguards or whenever neither the two parents could do it. Yuu thought it was troublesome but their parents asked and it was even more troublesome to deny their request. Still, Yuu did as they were told. They sent the twins to school and picked them up whenever it was time to go home but Yuu made no move to talk or even acknowledge their existence and the twins did the same to them.

Yuu noticed that they always hung around a little octomer for some reason. The octomer was chubby and cried a lot that Yuu found him vaguely interesting because why would their little brothers follow such a crybaby? There must be something more to the story…

Still, it wasn’t enough for them to like their little brothers or even put them in their eyes.

Until that certain day, that is…

Yuu couldn’t clearly remember what had happened or what started it but they did remember grabbing one of the twins and trying to hurt him. They remembered lifting the little mer up by his neck, slowly tightening their grip on it and watched on with sadistic amusement as he struggled to break free.

Yuu knew that the other twin knew that they were much stronger and had basically zero chance at stopping them. They expected the other to go to their parents and tattle. Had the other done so, Yuu was going to use the chance to get rid of the filth in their hands. To their surprise, he didn’t. Instead, the twin rushed for them and wrapped an arm around their torso.

Yuu was confused. A hug? They were pretty sure this was a hug. Why would he hug them? Except, it wasn’t really a hug.

Their little brother just kept squeezing and squeezing and squeezing and Yuu gasped, feeling the pain on their ribs increase as it was slowly being crushed that their hold loosened on the other twin enough that he could break himself free.

Although small, the twin’s grip was surprisingly very strong. Yuu didn’t know if it was just their imagination but they heard a crack. They didn’t appreciate getting hurt. Angered, Yuu changed their target to the one who was currently crushing their torso but was stopped when the twin that got free pulled out a bottle from their backpack and threw it at Yuu as hard as he could.

The glass broke easily and the shards that cut their skin stung but whatever liquid was inside the glass bottle hurt even more. Yuu found it hard to breath, much less see when their eyes and lungs were burning with pain.

That was the extent of what Yuu could remember and then everything went black but, huh… Why did they try to hurt their little siblings anyway? Yuu wasn’t good at remembering things they didn’t find interesting but for something to lead to such a deadly encounter surely would be interesting enough for them to remember it, right?

It wasn’t a little later when everything finally settled and Yuu was getting medical treatment that they learned they broke a rib or two, courtesy of Floyd. And apparently they would blinded temporary because the potion bottle that one of the twins had thrown at him—Jade, they remembered—was something akin to a pepper spray in the human world so that explained the burning sensation in Yuu’s eyes and lungs.

A few days later and they recovered. Their parents urged them to apologize to each other and Yuu finally got to see Floyd and Jade. They had sustained but a few scratches and bruises on them but they were ultimately alright in the end. And the defiant look they gave Yuu was definitely interesting.

The twins were deadly and fun… and cute, Yuu decided as a sharp smile appeared on their face. Yuu liked them.

Alas, Yuu couldn’t stay for long because of certain reasons and also had to go back to school far away once more. Though, ever since then, they occasionally visited home whenever they could.

“Azul~” A familiar voice that Azul hadn’t heard in years pierced through the silence of his office. Just hearing the voice made Azul pale, the color draining from his face as he whipped his head up to the door that was slowly creaking opened. There, peeking between the small gap with a wide smile was a figure that had an uncanny resemblance with the Leech twins. With how terrifying the scene he was seeing, Azul would’ve probably thought he was in a horror movie. He hoped he didn’t die like he was in one.

“Ne, ne, they tried to stop me from coming here so I hope you don’t mind me knocking them out.” Yuu said as they pushed open the door wider with a smile as they dropped the hopefully still alive bodies they were carrying on their shoulders to the ground.

Azul subtly eyed the bodies and saw the rising and falling of the chests of the unconscious Octavinelle students. He held a sigh of relief. They were alive, thank the Sevens he wasn’t about to get sued.

Yuu stepped into the room, smiling sharply as the two made-eye contact. Seeing Azul frozen in his chair just made the new arrival smile wider as they stepped over the bodies and headed over to his direction.

“Azul~ You’re looking a bit unwell. Do you want a hug?”

Azul pushed his chair away and tried to back up, stuttering out a weak, “Y-Yuu! What a pleasant surprise to have you here!” Not really. His life was practically flashing before his eyes. “But, well, I’m quite busy so I’d have to pass your offer. Why don’t you go see Jade and Floyd? I’m sure you can find them somewhere in the kitchens! They’d be delighted to see you!”

Yuu, however, didn’t listen to him and instead raised their arms, ready to hug the life out of him. Literally or metaphorically doesn’t matter because it was probably going to be the same anyway.

“Azuuul!” A voice from outside called out and Azul was quick to throw Floyd under the bus. Look, under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have the need to do this. But with Yuu? It was every fish for themselves.

“Speaking of, here he is now! Floyd, someone here’s for you!” Azul said just as Floyd appeared by the door, looking into the room curiously.

“…-ute…” Yuu muttered in a low voice, eyes glinting when they saw Floyd.

Floyd frowned at the unfamiliarly familiar stranger in the room. For some reason, there was something about them that he couldn’t quite put a hand on. Just then, Jade also arrived in Azul’s office, curious as to why his brother was taking unusually long for him to report about the missing workers in Mostro Lounge before his gaze landed on the unconscious bodies on the floor (Ah, so that was were the missing workers went) and then slowly moving up to Yuu. Upon seeing their sibling, he froze in place, smile straining as he could only say one thing: “Fuck.”

It was quite an uncharacteristic thing for him to say. Jade wasn’t the type to swear much in the first place. He preferred to show airs of being a gentleman with full of manners but just enough hint of a subtle unhinged attitude on the surface but just seeing Yuu immediately broke his composure, which was understandable really.

In the end, Yuu had both the twin in each arm, ‘hugging’ them. Azul had barely been spared and he was glad to survive another day.

“Aiya~~ My little brothers are so cute~ I just want to huuuuuuug you two… until you pop!” Yuu chuckled and lightly squeezed the two.

Although it had been a long time, Azul could still vividly remember the time when they were young where Yuu would chase them to ‘lovingly hug’ them. He didn’t know what happened for the oldest Leech to become so taken in with their brothers but ever since then, Yuu had never left them alone. Yes, even Azul himself.

“Now I remember who they are…” Floyd muttered as he hung limply from Yuu’s arm, looking traumatized.

“You actually managed to get selective amnesia and forgot about Yuu for all these years?” Jade asked his twin while at the same time trying to pry Yuu’s grip on him off to no avail. “That takes a surprising amount of talent.”

Although Yuu didn’t squeeze people as hard as the way Floyd did, their ‘hug’ was still troublesome in its own rights. The only hope the twins could have at escaping was for Yuu to momentarily get bored of carrying them everywhere or if Yuu found something or someone who would pique their interest but those moments were few and far between.

Azul turned a blind eye to this and just continued with his paperwork. He’ll just temporarily assign the cooking and managing the various affairs in Mostro Lounge to someone else. An angry Leech was, after all, a dangerous Leech.

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nonokoko13 · 3 months

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I think male/gender neutral reader x Marito is necessary. I'm totally okay with female ones but that man is fruity as hell (just like the rest) so I'm surprised there are none yet. I also think this man is kinda dom bottom / versatile if you ask me but I have yet to find people who think the same (´･-･`)

#marito jin #jin marito #bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri x reader #he looks babygirl coded to me. Like he still kick ass and is menacing to enemies and allies alike #but he would kick his feet giggling and rolling in his bed when you reply to his messages #like an exchange he has your back but you have to accept his hugs and whisper sweet nothings to him #just by looking at Ara-teen Marito seem he would explode of joy if he physically could (when he wasn't in angry mode for what happened)#his love languages are quality time words of affirmation and physical touch imo. He's clingy af #he would twirl his hair if his crush return the affection in the way they know #he acts like a highschool girl in love. In a freaky endearing way #I would write it myself but rn I have many wips and ideas I thought first I can't do everything at once 🥲

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charmwasjess · 3 months

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jess make up the name of a stupid fake star wars planet you can remember how to fucking spell 2024 challenge (failure)

#Oueyjo?? really bitch you think you can handle that #in Milk Run I had to check Ara..tarox...?? like every time I used it and I think it's literally a place in Greece I forgot was real #in the witchburning fic it's Melas because I was trying to make it easy on myself and that's just Salem backwards lol #yeah sooo I guess you could say I shock and delight myself with my own wit #but to be honest even that i keep fucking up #my writing

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oathofoaksart · 6 months

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sandwich a la speedster

Perching her head on interlaced fingers, Lei watched Wally line his knife across the top of his sandwich.

He kept making microscopic adjustments to the blade, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth from the effort. One millimeter left, two right. Finally after a few more rounds of the kitchen hokey-pokey, Lei said, “Oh my God, Wally. Cut it.”

“Almooost…” Wally kept his eyes still fixed on his sandwich, but didn’t move any faster than he had been.

Lei gestured vaguely at the set up strewn over the kitchen counter– half a fridge’s worth of ingredients she was pretty sure weren’t meant to be together. “You could’ve been done ages ago.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Wally said, finally sawing through the first layer of his triple decker. “And I happen to like the process.”

“Well.” Lei snipped without any real fire, “Like the process faster.”

He laughed and sucked a bit of mustard off his thumb, his sandwich now cut perfectly down the middle. “There’s merit in taking things slow, y’know, have a little respect for the art.”

“It’s three meats on rye.”

“It’s the human experience.” Wally said with a gleam in his eye.

“Oh-kay.” She flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder, but she didn’t hide the lacing laughter in her tone.

“Our ancestors have been stacking stuff between baked pieces of grain since the dawn of civilization.” He said, tapping the counter in emphasis, “Every sandwich is our connection to our forebearers. Our history. Our…”

Wally looked out somewhere beyond Lei’s head, but judging by his faltering expression he’d exhausted his muse.

“Essence of life.” Lei suggested.

“Essence of life.” Wally agreed as he wrapped a half of his sandwich in a plastic sheet– taking care of folding it neatly– before handing it to her.

“I’m out of gold leaf.” He said when she hesitated, “Sorry, Miss I’ve-Got-A-Personal-

Michelin-Star-Chef.”

Lei rolled her eyes and snatched it from his hand, spinning the seat of her chair as to turn her back on him. She shot a smile over her shoulder, “It’s two personal Michelin chefs and their respective crews, thank you.”

“Oh, gee. My bad.” He said around a mouthful.

Lei studied her half of the sandwich. It didn’t look half-bad. Sandwiches weren't her go-to food the way it was for Wally– who swore up and down were acceptable for all three meals of the day– but she’d been forced to miss lunch earlier.

That was the excuse she gave herself when she took a sniff, quickly followed by a bite. She hummed appreciatively, turning back around to face Wally.

“I’ll eat it if you don’t want it.” He said, reaching out for it, only for his response to be a swift slap of his hand. “Ow?” Wally clamped his sandwich between his teeth, rubbing at the sting.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Lei said quickly, making sure she took another extra big bite. She was hungrier than she thought she’d been and she didn’t like how Wally thought she was too good for ‘normal’ food.

He was right, of course, but she didn’t like him thinking she wouldn’t take something he gave her.

And, honestly, it wasn’t a bad sandwich. A little heavy-handed on the mustard and she wasn’t a fan of the brown flecks on the lettuce. Cheddar wasn’t her favorite cheese. But all in all, she could almost say she liked it.

“Alright, West.” She said, “Maybe you have something there.”

He snorted. By some miracle —likely because he still hadn’t found a way to safely dislocate his jaw— Wally hadn’t stuffed his half into his mouth. “Jimmy John’s would go to war with Subway for me.”

“I meant your little ‘human connection’ thing.” Lei peeled away more of the plastic from her sandwich, surprised she’d already eaten half way through it. “I can’t remember the last time someone made a sandwich for me for the sake of it. It’s nice.”

Wally swallowed with a little more effort than Lei was comfortable with. He lifted up his remaining bite in the air, it took Lei a minute to realize he was proposing a toast, “May our bread be the foundation of a greater We…Bologna, an extension of our heartstrings…and the weird, kinda green thing that was chillin’ in the back of the pantry our bond that lives through time.”

Lei closed her eyes, choosing to ignore that little tidbit. She lifted her own remaining piece of dinner. It wasn’t much smaller than Wally’s. “Hallelu.”

They tapped their bites and ate.

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it’s the way i’ve had this sketch for over a year. and it let it be known lei expects wally to make her sandwiches from then on.

#young justice oc #yj oc #dc oc #kid flash x oc #wally west x oc #yj kitsune #leiko ara #gar’s oc #gar’s art #gar’s writing #wallei #oathofoaks

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What a feeling to be right here beside you now

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe cameron navigates grief and maybe, possibly, love?

wordcount: 1.76k

warnings: fanon rafe, mentions of drugs (very brief), death, rafe is very lovesick, fluff and pining, so much pining.

A/N: i haven't written anything in well over a year, but the words consumed me on one of my sleepless nights and this was the result. i'm not very good with dialogues, can you tell 😭

any feedback would be greatly appreciated. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

the smell of old books and polished wood unlocks a trove of memories he had buried deep inside - his mother's gentle fingers in his hair as she read to him about dinosaurs and space and the constellations, when all was life and it seemed like life was perfect, through golden-hued glasses. when it felt like there was still someone who believed in him, loved him.

but with his mother's passing, games of tag turned into fistfights and into downright brawls on the playground, the sun reflected halo of blond hair making him appear every bit the kook prince he was. spine straight and air of confidence and commandeering presence not often expected from an 8 year old on a playground. and as he grew older and retreated deeper within himself, and the anger driven by sadness in him magnified, his hobbies turned into vices. the library was no longer a place he frequented as there was no reason to any longer, not without her.

grief was a fickle thing; it changed his father too, colder and more volatile, harsher whenever rafe made a mistake. it seemed, in an instant, his whole world came crashing down and took him down with it.

his eyes snap back to the girl as he came out of his mind and registered his surroundings, timid smile on her face as her lips formed around the words again.

"would you like some help? you look a little lost."

and he could say he didn't really need the help, the directions ingrained in his memory from all his visits with his mother, how the sunlight streamed through the high arched windows, the polished wood warmer and lighter wherever it touched, but her smile was sweet and she seemed genuine, and the lingering air in her wake tinged with vanilla and sandalwood made it hard to breathe, let alone part his lips to say otherwise, to tell her that he knows the way. it clouded his senses, encompassed him in every way as he followed her down the aisles, rows upon rows of books beside them.

he was out of sorts already and he'd barely spoken ten words to her. he looked at how her hair reflected the sunlight and rafe had to make a conscious effort to focus on his feet, lest he do something that made him look stupid in front of her, like reach out to find whether her hair was as soft as it looked, or what it smelled like.

"here we are. i'm right there at the desk if you need something else." and with another polite smile, she was gone. rafe was equal parts relieved and disappointed.

he picked up one of the books closest to him and read the synopsis. he'd started to think about picking up reading again, in a bid to better connect with his mother's memory that he was worried was slipping from his grasp. this book looked like something she would have enjoyed, rafe thought.

he settled down at a table and began to read, without any interruptions. he didn't really see many other people, for as big and beautiful the library was, the inhabitants of kildare were too busy to even consider going to the library an option. the teenagers were too busy boating, surfing, golfing and partying, and their parents with more or less the same.

rafe became a permanent fixture at the library that summer, always occupying the same table he and his mother used to in days long past. the girl from the front desk would sit with him sometimes, when the library had no one other than him and her and the cold airconditioned air between them. he'd gotten to know her a little by then, her name, the kind of books she liked, that they had shared 6th period history, shared acquaintances and circles and hobbies, the way her perfume was different every day; somedays vanilla, sometimes sandalwood or some flower he couldn't put a name to. the way it was citrus whenever she was happier, smile warmer and truer than the sunlight that streamed through the windows, more coveted as it was few and far between. and his heart would thud so hard against his chest that he feared it'd land right at her feet. his hands ached, gripping the delicate library books harshly so that he didn't do anything to embarrass himself; the tips of his fingertips would burn like ice, pinpricks of aching longing that almost consumed him whole.

it confused him and scared him. rafe wasn't sure love was supposed to feel this way, if it even was that. but her laughter glides along his back like honey and melts into his bones, drips down to his fingertips and to his toes, and he feels warm all over. his hands feel clammy and his cheeks hurt from smiling. he'd blame the drugs if he didn't go off them weeks ago. it terrified him, rattled him to his core, because he wasn't certain he could handle losing much more. but the heady high was too addictive and it made him feel alive in a way the drugs had never done.

he still had his bad days, days where his hands would shake with the effort it took for him not to reach over to his keys and drive out to barry's. days where he'd snap at the smallest things, when the jittery feeling would take over his chest. but he'd bury it deep down, occupy himself with something so fully that the only thought at the end of the day would be how fast he could hit the bed and go to sleep.

on the few days of the week he didn't go to the library, he occupied himself otherwise with golfing, surfing, maybe even a little photography. photography brought in him a sense of appreciation for beauty everywhere that he didn't have before.

rafe had just finished surfing and was walking back towards his beach towel when he heard someone calling his name. he turned, eyes scanning the beach until it landed on her, waving her hands to him with a big smile on her face. he allows the feeling to wash over him as he walks over to her and her friends, an involuntary smile of his own taking over his face as he hugs her back, hand against the expanse of her back. warm sand stuck to warmer skin, the salty sea air bringing him a whiff of her coconut conditioner this close. he was certain that he was drowning and it didn't bother him a bit. he snaps out of it as the hug ends and she introduces him to her friends.

"are you enjoying that book i recommended?" she asks him after her friends tell her they're going for a swim.

rafe just chuckled. "yes, i am. although, i didn't really peg you as someone who enjoyed those kinds of books."

a quirked eyebrow. rafe gulped. "and what did you peg me as, mr. cameron? solely a romance girl?"

"not solely a romance girl, but romance yes." rafe considered how much he should reveal. "you're beautiful inside and out, you're good and kind and you were nice to me when no one else would be nice, and rightfully so. i haven't deserved someone being nice to me in a long while. you belong right there in a romance novel. or a disney movie"

her eyes turned glassy and she gripped rafe's hand, their fingers slotting together. "everyone deserves that, rafe. what matters is that you're making a conscious effort to change. you're good and you have been nothing but good to me, cameron. i hope you see that."

a flash of warmth, and then it was over, too brief for his liking. clearing his throat, he diverts the topic. "my friend kelce is having a party tonight. are you coming?"

"will you be there?"

"i might if you are."

"consider me already there then." she replies with a smile.

rafe tugs uncomfortably at the collar of his green polo that he definitely did not deliberate a long time over. it's not like this was a date, he was just picking her up for the party. he sweats a little as he sends her a text indicating that he's here and debates whether he should ring the doorbell or not when the door opens and reveals her, clad in a yellow sundress.

he's short for breath, mouth hanging slightly open. he's just about to tell her how beautiful she looks when his attention is pulled by the sound of her voice.

"you look very good in green, cameron." she says, cheeks flushed and shy smile on her face - identical to the one on rafe's when hears that.

surprising to everyone but rafe, he spent the entirety of the party after greeting his friends standing by a wall talking to her. neither the drug and alcohol scene, nor the girls obviously vying for his attention for less than innocent intentions, none of it was appealing to him anymore. it was like a dark, heavy fog had been lifted and he was seeing things clearly for the first time in a long time under the sun's light.

unaware of when they had escaped the party to the nearby park, rafe found himself sitting next to her on a bench, leaning back to look at the twinkling stars overhead. he wished he had brought his camera so he could capture it and look back on it later.

the bench is small, and their bare arms brush again as she shifts to get comfortable. and even though the night is warm, goosebumps appear up and down their arms, from where their shoulders brush, down to their fingertips. wordlessly, they turn to face each other, their eyes flicking down to the other's lips.

silently, a question is asked; and silently, it is answered.

their lips meet in a tender kiss, unbearably soft and sweet, breaths tangling together, hands gently cupping faces. there was a warmth in their hearts, unbeknownst to the other, spreading outwards, engulfing them and warming them from inside out. lips curve into smiles, eyes closed and basking in the each others presence.

rafe felt like he was a king at that moment, like he could conquer anything. he wished he had his camera now to always preserve this moment forever, to capture the stars in her eyes.

he never wanted to stop kissing her. he just hoped she wanted the same. she did.

#ara writes #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fic #rafe obx #outer banks fanfiction

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