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ITS SO GOOD- TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS <333

I started reviewing TFA. And that's what came out of it

[lets-try-some-writing]

I return to you lovely people with some Megop. Never thought I'd become a ship writer, but here we are.

[mahoganyrust]

Lord Pitchiner

Who is this DIVA? 💅🔥

[ayrtonswnna]

AO3 carcar au ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʚïɞ "SOLO"

↳ single parents au (carlos sainz jr x oscar piastri)

In a world of early mornings and bedtime stories, Oscar juggles life as a single father to four-year-old Maya, a whirlwind of laughter and questions. His path crosses with Carlos, another single dad raising two daughters—his life seemingly serene and well-ordered. What begins as chance encounters at soccer games and school events slowly blossoms into something deeper, as they share in the joys and struggles of parenthood. Through fleeting glances, gentle conversations, and the tender friendship between Maya and Carlos’s youngest daughter, Estela, a connection grows. Together, they begin to reshape the edges of their lives, discovering the possibility of a new kind of family—a family built on understanding, support, and a shared sense of love. Their story is one of patience, warmth, and learning to open their hearts again.

ʚïɞ CHAPTER INDEX

✧₊⁺ chapter one/seven

✧₊⁺ chapter two/seven

✧₊⁺ chapter three/seven

✧₊⁺ chapter four/seven

✧₊⁺ chapter five/seven

✧₊⁺ chapter six/seven

✧₊⁺ chapter seven/seven

ʚïɞ iihandsiiheavn, 2024. check my tumblr masterlist or drop a request (:

[beauttifullife]

Chapter 18: The Bend Before the Break (Preview)

Agatha glanced down at the bag, the contents still an undeniable presence between them. She swallowed hard, images of what she’d seen inside flickering in her mind.  

“It just seems…like a lot,” she muttered, cringing slightly at how hesitant her voice sounded.   

She hated sounding vulnerable.  

“It’s above average,” Rio replied smoothly, without missing a beat.  

It took Agatha a second to register Rio’s words, and when she did, a snort escaped her—an unexpected laugh breaking through her tension. She could feel the knot in her chest loosen, just a little .  

She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face, as she swatted playfully at Rio’s hip.   

“I didn’t mean the size, you asshole .”  

Rio’s lips curved into that smile— the real one —and Agatha’s heart was hammering for a very different reason now.  

Without breaking eye contact, Rio reached down, hooking her finger gently under Agatha’s chin, tilting her face up to meet her gaze. Dark eyes searched hers, steady and calm, a softness in them that sent a wave of warmth through Agatha’s chest.  

“Would it be easier for you,” Rio murmured, her voice soft, “if you were the one wearing it?”  

Agatha’s eyes widened, new images flooding her mind, and the suggestion caught her completely off guard.  

Jesus—this woman was truly trying to kill her.  

[ekkotimesthree]

hey guys i really worked hard on this after getting out of the pysch ward plssss read it please please plesseeses please pLleasees :333

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Homestuck

Relationships: Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas, Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam, Rose Lalonde & Dave Strider, Kanaya Maryam & Dave Strider

Characters: Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Karkat Vantas, Kanaya Maryam, Terezi Pyrope, Vriska Serket, & Jade Harley

Additional Tags: Meteorstuck, Dave Strider Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Compulsory Heterosexuality, I Promise It’s Not Too Angsty, Pale Romance | Moirallegiance, Flushed Romance | Matesprits, Quadrant Confusion, Post-Retcon Timeline (Homestuck), Sibling Bonding, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, Jade Harley (Pre-Retcon), Minor Davesprite/Jade Harley, it’s sad i’m sorry, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Dream Bubbles (Homestuck), Pesterlog(s) (Homestuck), Vriska Serket Being an Asshole, Blood and Injury, Okay Maybe I Lied This Is A Little Angsty, vent fic, Toxic Masculinity, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, sickfic adjacent, Internalized Homophobia, Bumped Up To M, Lots Of Discussions Of/About Child Abuse, Dave Strider Crying

[elenexdarkfire]

In Satan's Unholy House (Working Sketch)

The original working sketch of the beginning of my story, Come Una Preghiera.

[acerolabread-on-ao3]

"Leaving so soon, Nanami?" Gojo called out, his voice carrying a sharp undertone.

Nanami paused, his suitcase in hand. "Yes, Gojo. I’m leaving."

Gojo pushed himself off the tree and strolled over, his hands in his pockets. "And where exactly are you going?" he asked, the smile not reaching his eyes.

"To a normal life," Nanami replied. "I’ve taken a job as a salaryman."

Gojo's expression darkened. "A salaryman, huh? That's quite the downgrade from exorcising curses."

"That’s the point," Nanami said, his voice steady. "I need a break from all of this. The constant danger, the loss... it’s too much. I want something stable, something predictable."

Gojo's jaw clenched, a rare sign of his anger. "You think you can just walk away? Turn your back on everything we've fought for?"

Nanami met Gojo's glare with calm determination. "I'm not turning my back. I'm choosing to live. This life—our life—it wears you down. You might not feel it, Gojo, but I do."

"You think I don't feel it?" Gojo snapped, his voice rising. "We all feel it, Nanami. But we don’t run away. We face it head-on because that's what it means to be a sorcerer."

"I'm not running away," Nanami said quietly. "I'm choosing a different path. For my sanity, for my life."

Gojo stared at him for a long moment, the anger simmering beneath the surface. Finally, he took a step back, his expression unreadable behind his sunglasses. "Fine. Go live your normal life. But don’t expect the world of curses to just disappear."

"I know that," Nanami replied. "And if the time comes, I’ll be back."

Gojo shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Take care of yourself, Nanami. And don't be a stranger."

"I won’t," Nanami said, a small, genuine smile forming on his lips. "Take care, Gojo."

my fic on Ao3 ⤴️🫶

[greeeengoblin]

[severus-simp]

💚The Haunting of Severus Snape💚 by SeverusSimp on AO3

Chapter One has posted and will be updating each Wednesday. It's a Snarriet ghost romance with tons of angst a decent amount of smut and some fluff.

I so rarely do text but the title deserves it. Enjoy!

I just love a Harrie in plaid💚

[saiyanwitcher]

POD chapter 28 posting Thursday!

"What . . . do you know about him?" Max asked while nodding his head to the side, voice dropping to a barely audible whisper.

Lawrence's face hardened. "News of your escape spread like wildfire. The moment you vanished, it was all over the network. Commander George issued endless bounties, and patrols in every sector have been quadrupled. They're desperate to find you—and anyone friendly to the PTO has been incentivized to provide information regarding your whereabouts."

Max felt a sinking feeling in his chest.

He’d never even considered escaping, not since the last time he’d tried as a child, knowing full well the search would be never ending. But until that moment, he hadn't fully grasped the extent of what the manhunt would be like this time.

Now, they were in the middle of it.

“I didn’t ask you about me,” Max quipped. “I asked what you know about him.”

Lawrence turned to the ship’s main console and pressed a button, speaking in that guttural language again. A holographic display flickered to life, showing a series of documents and text.

As the display stabilized, several bounty notices materialized on the screen, each one depicting a different reward for information on the whereabouts of the "Traitor Torossian Prince." The amounts varied, but all were staggering, reflecting just how much the emperor wanted him back.

Max's gaze moved from one notice to the next, each one more unsettling. 

His stomach churned as he saw the numbers increasing with each new notice, the desperation of the frost demon evident. But then his eyes locked onto one particular notice, and a chill ran down his spine.

The notice showed an image of Charles in the corridor of the PTO base ship, his face partially obscured, but the resemblance was unmistakable:

"Charles of Earth, accomplice to the Torossian traitor. Extra reward for the prince found alive. Double for the Earthling accompanying him."

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[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

HC that Sebastian loves to rest his chin on the MC's head

Sebastian had a habit—a quiet, indulgent habit that he wouldn’t trade for the world. Every chance he got, he’d slip behind Evie and settle his chin gently on the crown of her head, letting himself sink into the comforting closeness of her. It had started casually back in their fifth year, something innocent between friends, but as time passed, it grew into a ritual he couldn’t resist. Standing close, leaning into her, and feeling her warmth radiate against him had become something he looked forward to in ways that were no longer entirely innocent.

He would close his eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo, a soft, floral fragrance that he’d come to associate so deeply with her that he’d catch himself smiling if he came across it on a passing breeze. Her hair was always silky under his chin, and when he tilted his head just slightly, strands would brush his skin, sending a quiet thrill through him each time. He cherished these moments—the small, private intimacy of it. None of their other friends would even think of coming this close to Evie, and he knew she’d never let them. It was something only they shared.

And then there was the feeling of her pressed up against him. As they’d grown older, he couldn’t help but notice how her figure had filled out, all soft curves and inviting warmth. It drove him to distraction, feeling the shape of her against him, the way her back fit perfectly to his front. He tried not to think about it too much, tried not to linger too long, but it was harder to ignore as the years went by. She was intoxicating, really—an infuriating, irresistible combination of softness and strength that he could lose himself in far too easily.

Sometimes he would linger, letting his hands hover on her shoulders. She’d never pull away, and even when she’d teasingly wrinkle her nose and say, “Sebastian, you’re scratching me!”—a lighthearted complaint about his unshaven chin—she’d still lean into him, allowing him to rest on her head with that familiar ease. He’d chuckle, rubbing his chin playfully just to get her reaction, though inwardly he thrilled at the fact that she didn’t truly mind. In fact, sometimes she’d reach up and gently touch his jaw, laughing as she pretended to inspect his stubble, her fingers lingering longer than they strictly needed to. Her smile would soften, and he’d feel his pulse quicken, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she felt even a fraction of what he did.

Sebastian wasn’t blind to the amused glances and knowing smiles his friends threw his way whenever he sidled up behind Evie, resting his chin on the crown of her head. It was as if they all shared a silent understanding, a secret language built from raised eyebrows and eye rolls. Ominis especially would smirk knowingly, sometimes shooting him a look that said, Really, Sebastian? without uttering a single word.

Garreth was even more blatant. Once, when Sebastian had his chin resting on Evie’s head, Garreth had muttered something under his breath about “puppy eyes,” which earned him a sharp elbow to the ribs from Sebastian the second Evie wasn’t looking. But Garreth’s grin only widened, his expression gleeful as he mouthed, You’re so obvious. The whole group knew; even Poppy, with her gentle demeanour, would sometimes flash him a mischievous smile when she caught them together, like she could see the heart Sebastian tried so hard to keep guarded.

The most confusing part, however, was that Evie never seemed to notice any of it. Somehow, despite the unmistakable looks and the constant ribbing, she remained blissfully, almost maddeningly oblivious. He sometimes wondered if she was just pretending not to know, but the open warmth in her eyes and the ease with which she let him stand close, lean in, and hold her told him she was genuinely unaware.

There were times when he’d steal a glance at her, wondering how she could be so perceptive about everything else in the world and yet so thoroughly oblivious to the way he looked at her. He thought she might catch on when his hands rested a little too long on her shoulders, or when his chin lingered on her head a beat past friendly. He was always waiting for her to pull away, to give him a questioning look, to ask why he was always so close. But she never did. Instead, she’d smile up at him, so freely, so trustingly, that it made his heart

But Sebastian was content to take what he could get—the feeling of her soft hair brushing his jaw, her gentle laughter at his scruffy stubble when he forgot to shave, the way she’d lean back into him, trusting, comfortable, as if he belonged there. It was his own sweet torture, knowing that all his friends could see right through him, but Evie herself remained blissfully, thankfully, untouched by the truth that simmered beneath every touch and every look.

[echoric]

"im not her"

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 3,247 Emotional hurt/comfort

Summary:

The dare is nothing, at first. It was some offhand, playful challenge thrown out by Slider while they were sitting around a bar table. It wasn’t even a serious dare, it was more a joke to pass the time. ... “I bet you can't get a kiss in under five minutes.” aka icemav are hiding their early relationship to keep themselves & their careers safe and a miscommunication happens (but is resolved quickly)

[that-skrunkle-in-the-corner]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THANK YOUUUUU

Just discovered a mavbo hanahaki fic. I will be Unwell about this

[beauttifullife]

Preview of the next chapter of Unraveled by simply adding two new tags.

Literally buckle up. 🔥🔥

[furiousdinosaurdestiny]

I feel called out hehe