#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 10K

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[lesbinewren]

truly do not understand people looking at something with dynamic, colorful, beautifully stylized animation and going “okay that’s cool but what if it just looked like real life instead”

[wandaverse]

playing with fire.

— buff firefighter!wanda x college student!reader

— summary: the 5 times you meet and the 1 time wanda lights a different kind of fire

— tags: pure fluff, major horniness, implied smut

— word count: 1,252 words

1. the first time you meet is late at night when there’s a fire in your dorm.

someone down the hall sets fire to their microwave trying to heat up a burrito. deeply asleep with fatigue from the week’s intense assessments, you don’t hear the screeching alarms.

without hesitation, a chilvarous wanda arrives at the scene and kicks down your door, carrying you out bridal style. wanda’s not complaining, not with the way you sleepily nuzzle into the safety of her neck.

through your sleepy haze you wonder who the buff woman carrying you out the building is, she smells like smoked cedar with faint hints of sea salt. you decide that you like this scent and the warmth that accompanies it.

2. you next meet at a sorority party gone wrong.

your friends get the stupid idea of trying fire breathing. the only thing you end up breathing though is clouds of smoke when your sorority house almost burns down. wanda arrives in the nick of time in her blaring red truck and douses the flames.

something else ignites within you though when you meet her properly for the first time, awake and certainly alert. you take in the sight of her breathless figure after rushing to fight the flames. so this is who saved you that night in your dorm… oh.

wanda is not particularly amused at you and your friends’ irresponsible antics. you shrink under the weight of her disapproving gaze, but also can’t help but cheekily grin. wanda can’t stay upset, she has to admit you look cute with ash all over your face.

3. your paths cross again when you notice a kitten stuck in a tree while studying on your campus’ lawn.

after many futile rescue attempts, you call emergency services and once again your knight in shining armour (or rather, reflective PPE) arrives. she gallantly climbs her ladder and saves the kitten. you don’t deny enjoying the view of her sunkissed skin when she takes off her jacket to swaddle the kitten.

afterwards, wanting to prolong the encounter, wanda asks if you want to ride with her in her fire truck to drop the kitten off at the nearest vet. you excitedly accept her offer and enjoy the trip around the city. wanda secretly steals fond glances at you, looking adorable with the kitten in your lap.

4. the next time you meet is not in the face of life threatening danger, but rather danger to your self-composure.

on a regular trip to the supermarket, you pass the row of calendars and your eyes land on a familiar face on the annual westview firefighters calendar sold for charity. you can’t ignore the curiosity that compels you to take a sneaky peak at its contents.

your cheeks instantly burn red when you turn to february’s page and find your favourite firefighter scantily clad and leaving little to the imagination. standing in a shallow pool of water with flames raging around her, wanda poses with an axe slung across her shoulders, wearing only a black training bra and her firefighter pants. her buff arms and unsurprisingly toned abs are on show as she stares directly at you the camera. you fight the urge to bite your lip at her flexed muscles, her sunkissed skin, the shine of her sweat mixing with ash. you’ve never felt so taken before, you forget your bearings for a second.

that is, until you hear a familiar voice call out your name.

your ears register her presence before your eyes and you quickly shut the calendar, throwing it back on the shelf as if its touch has burned you. you ready to make an excuse until you finally look up and find the firefighter just as scantily clad as, if not more than, her outfit in the calendar’s photoshoot.

wanda approaches you, seemingly in her post-workout fit and you have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of her sweaty and taut arms and abs, only this time in real life. god, the photo doesn’t even do her justice. wanda calls out your name again with a husky laugh and your blush profusely, realising you’ve been caught ogling her not once but twice.

5. you meet once again when you move out to an apartment near campus and decide to cook dinner for yourself.

you quickly realise that you actually have no idea how to cook when your entire kitchen ends up in flames. wanda arrives just in time and puts out the grease fire. for a second, you can’t help but question fate. it’s as if there’s only one firefighter in all of westview with the way wanda always finds her way back to you. you’re not complaining though.

she turns to you and scolds you for your carelessness, but not before checking that you’re okay and not hurt by the wild fire. your heart secretly skips a beat at the continued display of care. ever the prince charming, isn’t she?

before she leaves for the next emergency, though, she asks you out for dinner instead. unsurprisingly, you say yes.

+1. the evening of your first date arrives.

you’re lounging on the couch in your apartment watching a sitcom when you hear a knock on your window. wanda has climbed up the fire escape and asks to be let in like a lost kitten. you lift open the window with a laugh and she tells you that she’s set up a picnic under the stars on the rooftop. she escorts you back out the window and up the fire escape. you giggle adoringly at her antics.

the evening goes well as you two happily find that the spark between you wasn’t imagined and isn’t going to fizzle out anytime soon. conversation flows naturally and you enjoy the food wanda has cooked for you. she jokes that at least one of you can cook, which earns her a playful slap. but when you reach over to do so, you accidentally knock over a candle and almost burn the entire picnic blanket. the fire is quickly avoided though thanks to wanda’s quick reflexes. she gives you a humuored tsk, but you secretly revel in her display of protection.

the evening comes to an end as the city around you calms down and the stars settle in for the night. wanda escorts you down the fire escape once again and the butterflies in your stomach continue to take flight. when you reach your window, you turn to wanda and thank her for the evening, for thinking of such a lovely idea and packing such a delightful picnic. when you place a goodbye kiss on her lips though and she takes you in her arms, you quickly realise that that’s not the only thing she’s packed.

wanda pulls back and blushes sheepishly at your realisation, but it’s enough to set you off. all night you’ve been teased with the sight of her shirt lifting and showing the slightest glimpse of her abs, the tight fit of her t-shirt’s sleeve around her arms, the simple yet alluringly attractive way she runs her fingers through her hair. she’s been teasing you all night and you decide that you’ve had enough. you quickly engulf her in kisses and pull her boldly through your window.

your night rages on and as the flaming sun begins to rise, wanda pleasantly learns that there’s one particular fire that she just can’t put out.

the end.

[splickedylit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Gamzee Makara & Karkat Vantas, "It's Complicated" Grand Highblood (Homestuck) & The Signless | The Sufferer Characters: Gamzee Makara, Karkat Vantas, The Signless | The Sufferer, Grand Highblood (Homestuck), Sollux Captor Additional Tags: Pale Romance | Moirallegiance, Alternate Universe - Emperor Vantases, Harems, Pale Harem, Ghosts, Art/Writing Mention of the Sufferer's execution including;, Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Dubiously Consensual Body Modification, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

==> Gamzee: How the fuck did you end up in the Conciliatrium of His Triumphant Ascendance?

Motherfucker that is exactly what you headed out today to find out. -- (An imported Choose Your Own Adventure from my pale porn tumblr, compiled here for ease of browsing)

[ghcstao3]

hi guys sorry the ghoap prince x shifter fic has been delayed i got sick 🧍‍♀️ and then i had an idea for it and now the word count has gotten to be more than i intended so uh. yeah. that’s my Update 👍 <3

[flawlessflesh]

in my body i felt no pain.

post-canon yaad & thistle fic ▒▒ chapter 2 of ? , ~4k words.

After the dungeon rises from the earth, Yaad has a long-awaited conversation with Thistle.

Ch 2: Thistle seems to be growing both closer and farther away from him. Yaad keeps trying to reach out.

[tianhai03]

anyways hey guys ive finally decided to stop using twitter for realsies this time and ill be focusing on here and bluesky from now on. no clickbait i promise

[laylajeffany]

Between healing bees and Wednesday identifying her sexuality in a clinical setting, Enid can not prepare for what's next in her new life.

[skeletonthecreator]

edit number 2 i have no idea who in my brain decided to edit this post to tell people to stop reblogging it (dissociative disorder moment) but they are weak. cant exactly change it back to the original now after its been a while but keep reblogging men i dug my own grave with this one

[hereticaas]

worried about the boy. Interview with the Vampire (2022). Daniel/Louis. Rated M. Chapter 2 of 3.

“You have a nice place, Daniel,” Louis says, running his fingers gently over the spines of a row of books on one of the shelves. He glances at him from over his shoulder. “Seems comfortable.”

“‘Comfortable’ feels a little like an insult coming from the guy who owns a penthouse in Dubai,” Daniel says, leaning against the arm of the couch to watch Louis’ progress through the room.

"You're welcome to take it as one, if that’s what you want,” Louis responds without missing a beat.

Part 2

[anniebibananie]

something's in my mind (and i'm focused on you) | teen | 10k

Richie asks Syd to be his plus one to Tiff's wedding for emotional support. Syd says yes (like a total idiot).

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

I swear I meant for this fic to be a shorter story. I promise I was trying to practice my short form fanfiction. I didn't mean for it to exceed the word limit by more than triple the amount. You have to believe me, the details got out of hand and I'm only halfway through and it's twenty-nine pages, and I truly did not intend for it to get out of hand.

[zannolin]

Fic Summary: “You kept my painting,” Will says. Sure enough, there’s the heart on Mike’s shield, just as red as the day Will painted it. It was Will’s heart that he painted, maybe. It was also Will’s heart that he pulled out and molded into the lie he thought Mike needed to hear, halfway between Salt Lake City and a secret government bunker in Nevada.

Will’s heart is in his throat now, and in Mike’s hands, and on Mike’s wall, framed and carefully displayed.

They stand there in silence for a minute, Will on one side of the room and Mike on the other and too many years of radio silence in between. The quiet is so heavy it’s like a weight on Will’s chest, crushing him, applying pressure—but to a wound or to a bruise, he doesn’t know.

“Will,” Mike says. “Why are you here?”

(or, will has some realizations and a lot of hard conversations, and not every loss is forever.)

-> boys in bars, part 3/3: all's well that ends well, or so the poets say. <-

[calware]

at the end of the day, tumblr poll tournaments are for fun and they are not that deep or important and it's 100% up to the tournament creator how they want to run the tournament so i want to say right off the bat that i'm not upset about this whatsoever as it would be silly to get heated over this lol. i just want to say that i think it's funny how i've now been blocked by two tournament accounts on separate occasions (because they didn't like how the results would swing in favor of the homestuck character competing in the poll after i'd reblogged it). like, is there a maximum amount of followers you can have in order to reblog a poll that i'm not aware of? i think it would be funny if polls started including "please do not reblog if you have more than x followers"

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

The lie detector test determined that was a lie

[beanghostprincess]

A tale of daisies & larkspurs

For @sanusoweek || Day 2: Fairy Tale / WLW (pretend this was posted on time)

Relationship: Sanji/Usopp (F/F)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Recommend reading on Ao3 but the main ones are: Transphobia, gender dysphoria, child/domestic abuse, and violence (I swear this is happy too don't get tricked by my angst)

Chapters: 14/14

Summary:

‘I love you’, her mother always says. ‘My precious daughter. My angel.’ But her father’s words are still louder. “It is the only thing he will never be able to obtain.” He turns around to approach her numb body, as she uses her last efforts to hold on to Pedro’s armor. Judge doesn’t smile, but he has all the fun in the world when he frowns with disgust at his son. Son. “A true love kiss.” — Usopp smells like wild berries, daisies, and wood. Like ancient books, fire, and dirt. Like chemicals, poison, and deadly flowers. Like sunlight, wet grass, and thousands of thousands of songs Sanji hasn’t been able to hear. It is impossible to know what a song smells like, but she is quite sure they all have the scent of that music box Usopp made for her. She always brings gifts whenever she comes. It makes the princess feel less trapped and more… It wouldn’t be more, since she isn’t even a bit free. But it makes her feel free. Liberation, that’s what she smells like. Freedom.

Read on Ao3!!!

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