#finally finished it! whewww!

[ethosnap]

i swear they were siblings in a past life

[marvelobsessed134]

Life imitates art

A/n: whewww this is one of my favorite things I ever written

Pairings: Beefy!Art Professor!Natasha x Fem!Student!Reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified), Nat has a dick, smut, blowjob, degradation, painting a nude person, reader being that nude person, pervy Nat (?), student/teacher dynamics

Okay so you’ve been failing your art class in college. But it’s really not your fault you’ve just been so caught up with your other classes that you’ve been slacking off.

And of course your professor noticed. Natasha knew she had to talk to you after class because you were one of her top students and now you’ve fallen off the deep end.

So after the lecture and after everyone leaves, leaving their canvases up to dry, the redhead calls you to stay after class.

You walked towards her desk with a nervous feeling in your stomach. You know you’re gonna get some kind of lecture of your own.

“Yes Professor Romanoff?” You asked in a sweet tone hoping you won’t be getting into any trouble with her. Not that she’s a mean professor per se but when a student fails she makes them do an extra project to get their grades up. It’s almost like she loves to torture people!

“Miss Y/n you’ve been failing very miserably in my class. Any particular reason why?” She asked.

You gulped, “Well…you see professor I’ve just been so caught up in my other classes that I’ve kind of been slacking on this one but-“

“So is my class not important to you?”

“No! It’s very important to me I love art and I love painting but I have these two big tests coming up so I haven’t had the time to finish my projects and you know I don’t do half assed work when it comes to my art.”

The redhead smiled a little bit at that, “Yes, which I do admire and appreciate but I’d like you to put more effort into my class.”

You looked down at your feet shamefully, “Yes Professor Romanoff.” You sounded like a scolded child.

“Well,” she stood up and walked over to her empty easel and put a large blank canvas on it. She also put a chair right behind it.

Then she walked back over to you. “You know how to get your grade up in my class. But instead of you painting I want you to be my model. Can you do that?”

The thought of you being her model made your flush, “I guess.”

“Great. Now strip off your clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I’ve personally always wanted to have a live nude model in my presence to paint so nows my chance.”

“Professor Romanoff…this is highly inappropriate im your student plus you’re like a decade older than-“

“Do you want those grades or not detka?” The nickname gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Yes I do but-“

“Then do as I say and take your clothes off.” You quickly complied, shakily pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Your shoes, socks, jeans, and panties came off next.

“Go sit on that chair over there.” She pointed to the chair that sat in front of the easel. You took a deep breath and walked over to sit down. Your arms resting on the armrests and your legs clenched together.

As Natasha got set up behind the easel she said, “Don’t hide your pretty pussy from me baby.” Your eyes widened at her words but you complied. Desperate for the grades, you slowly spread your legs. Unfortunately you were embarrassingly wet.

It’s no surprise you have a crush on your professor. She’s beefy with a pretty face and exudes dominance. Her shirt sleeves are always rolled up to her elbows and her slacks fit her perfectly. Along with the occasional blazer she wears.

Unbeknownst to you she noticed how wet your little cunt was and smirked.

She began to paint you, taking in every breathtaking detail of you.

You felt so vulnerable in this position. Sitting naked in front of your fully clothed professor as she painted your naked form.

She didn’t even bother to try to hide the erection in her pants, because she knew you felt the same way about her. It was only a matter of time before she could finally taste you and have her way with you.

Once she had gotten most of the painting down-she can finish it later she will remember every inch of your body-she walked over to you.

You sat up straighter, not daring to close your legs. Natasha towered over you and looked down at your pretty perky nipples and your wet pussy.

“I think my model needs a reward for being such a good girl don’t you think?” She asked and you sucked in a breath.

She tilted your chin up with her index finger, “Yes or no babygirl.”

Oh you knew it was wrong so, so wrong. But you found yourself saying, “Yes.” It came out as a whisper you were surprised she even heard it.

The redhead smirked, “That’s what I thought.” She got down on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare legs before she licked a bold strip against your pussy. You moaned, throwing your head back at the little piece of friction you just got.

“If my student didn’t want to get naked for me then…why is she so soaking wet?” As she said this she ran her finger up your folds. You hissed in response.

“I know you’ve wanted me since the first day of class. Don’t worry, I want you too.” She kissed the inside of your thigh before licking your folds again, eating you out with such passion that you forgot where you were.

Her mouth attached itself to your clit and you gripped her hair tightly as she sent you closer and closer to the edge before you drenched her face with your release.

“Oh god!” You moaned breathlessly.

“You taste so good detka. Care to return the favor?” She asked with a cocky smile. You immediately got on your knees in front of her and unbuckled her pants, pulling them and her boxers down to free her large cock.

Your eyes widened at the size and you wrapped your hand around her shaft and began to jerk her off.

“I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock baby.” She commanded dryly.

You gulped before wrapping your lips around the tip and sinking down onto it, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Natasha gripped your hair as you sucked her off. “Such a slut for me huh. Who knew you’d be so eager to taste my dick.” Your pussy was dripping onto the floor both from your previous orgasm and your arousal at the mere action of sucking her cock.

“Shit baby I’m gonna cum.” Your professor moaned before shooting her load down your throat. “Ah fuck that’s it swallow it.”

You swallowed it all and pulled of her cock, opening your mouth to show her you did in fact take it.

She caressed your chin, “Such a good girl. Come over here.” She made her way to the chair you were once sitting on and sat down. Her cock still sticking up in the air. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off revealing her abs. Your mouth watered at the sight and you quickly made your way over to her.

The older woman smirked, “Ride my cock baby.” It was a simple command that you were more than happy to obey.

You straddled her waist and sunk down on her thick cock, moaning at the stretch.

“God you’re so tight.” She hissed as she gripped your hips and started moving you up and down her length, treating you like her own personal toy.

You were a moaning mess, rolling your eyes at the back of your head as she continuously hit your g spot. “Oh fuck professor! Feels so good!”

“Yeah? Oh god who knew my student wanted to be slutted out so bad.” She also thrusted her hips up as she moved you. Your hands gripped her muscular shoulders.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and grunts.

“I’m gonna cum again fuuuuck.” You cried.

“Cum again for me sweetie.” You reached down to rub your clit as you were sent to a land of ecstasy.

You clenched around her cock and your vision went white for a second. You absolutely drenched her cock.

“Oh yeah drench my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum again.” She quickly pulled out of you and forced you on your knees. You watched as she jerked herself off till she came on your tits.

“Holy fuck. You’re unbelievable.” Natasha breathed and you giggled.

“Did I get the grade?”

“Oh yeah you got the grade. And if you keep this up then you’ll be passing every exam too.”

[velvetstreets]

Dior...

Baby...

Honey...

I am down bad today am in need of a lovely concept from you involving smut with Jackman after a post concert high at the ending of the CHTKMY tour.

Ahem!

Can the reader also admire his arm veins?

I told you I'm down bad today

(Whewww choke me with those hands IMMEDIATELY)

Love you

Kbye 😘💖

REE BABY I GOT YOUUUUU 🤩🥰

-

Your leg was bouncing in anticipation as you watched Jack rapping along to First Class, his final song of the show, the last show to be precise; of the CHTKMY tour, and you couldn’t wait to fuck him.

He wore his classic blue jeans with a white tank top- which at this point was doused in sweat- the man glistening and you were teetering on the edge of insanity with how horny you were.

As Jack finished the song, he ran off stage to where you all waited for him. His team erupted in cheers, as did you, celebrating the accomplishment of your talented boyfriend. Jack came and pulled you into a giant hug, leaning his weight on you as he tucked his face into your neck.

“You were fucking amazing, as always.” You whispered to him. “Congrats, my little rap star.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you, baby. Means so much coming from you.” He returned the smile with one of his own, swooning at your words.

“Need to go shower before we hit the club, I’ll be back.” He told you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Want some company?” You asked him with a devilish grin.

He turned to look at you, surprised as a cheeky smile made its way onto his face.

“Hell yeah.” He said before ushering you into the green room with childish-like excitement.

Once the door closed, the heavy silence between the two of you spoke for your carnal desires, but you wanted him to wait it out a just a liiiittle longer.

Before Jack could even get his hands on you, you gently pushed him to sit on the couch, his eyes roaming your body, fingers twitching in anticipation. You took your shirt off, your chest bare as you opted out of wearing a bra today, and Jack inwardly groaned.

You straddled his hips, ass sitting perfectly on his crotch, as you took one of Jack’s hands in yours.

“You have really pretty hands baby.”

“Yeah? Y’think?” He asked.

“Really pretty hands. Love how your veins strain against them, up to your arms.” You said as your hands trailed up his muscled arms.

“They’re really good at other things too, besides lookin’ pretty.” He said before reaching up to cup your breasts. You let out a gasp as his thumbs played with your nipples, his mouth attacking your neck as you reveled in the pleasure.

“Think they’re more skilled down here tho-“ Jack continued to say as he laid you on the couch and kissing down your torso. His hands slipped under your skirt to tug at your panties, the material slipping effortlessly off your legs before Jack’s thumb found your clit.

“Fuck, just like that-“ you moaned.

“Fuck Y/N, so wet already, shit-“ he groaned into your thigh as his thumb worked your nub.

“Please Jack, do something, anything-“ you gasped, desperate for any type of release. He nodded at your pleases and finally thrusted two fingers into you.

“S-so tight, fuck.” Jack groaned as he worked his fingers skillfully.

“Right there, right there baby, shit-“ you cried out, his you were on the brink of your orgasm and he hadn’t even fucked you yet; you knew tonight would be a long night.

Jack continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, your slick coating his fingers and leaking down to his arms where his veins were more prominent. You clenched at the sight, and you knew you were close. Jack’s hand left your clit and now was placed around your neck, lightly squeezing as his other hand kept its pace fucking your pussy. The pressure from the choking, the wet slick that dripped from his arm and onto your sternum, and the way his fingers gracefully rubbed up against that spot in you, made you fucking borderline delirious; you needed to cum, now.

“K-keep going Jack, don’t stop, don’t stop-“ you cried, your hands now grasping at his arms, making small crescent indents in his skin as you felt your orgasm finally breach. You squirted all over his hands and chest, a tear leaving your eye as you felt the euphoric feeling wash over you.

When you finally opened your eyes again, you were met with a huge smile from Jack.

“Good thing we’re takin a shower. Got me dirty, and gotta clean me up now.” You said as he laughed loudly before helping you off the couch. As you were about to turn to go towards the bathroom, Jack’s hands held your hips in place.

“Trust me sweetheart, there’ll be a lot more cleaning up to do later tonight.” Jack growled lowly, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass as he made his way to the shower.

[gwaaaaar]

Whewww finally finished the death note anime. I must say tho... ever see the authors poorly hidden fetish? OKAY SO i may be overthinking this but god i was talking to my irl abt this and they were like thats really peculiar. (They also watched death note but forgor abt this scene) at the risk of sounding like a tumblr puriteen, addressing the part where Mello gets Takada to strip here.

SO like. I don't think its out of character per say because Mello is someone that stops at nothing to get what he wants but tries to avoid meaningless sadism/violence. I think the narrative treats the fact that he gives her a blanket as a sign of his affability but that is what causes his downfall because if he had just been a bit more ruthless and forced her to show everything to him then he would have survived which hrm... leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The problem here is that she was holding it behind the blanket in her hand right? Why couldn't he just pin the blanket to her/get her a spare change of clothes and handcuff her? Like if he got her a spare change of clothes, he can shift through the clothes she was wearing to look for any death note sheets, and if it wasnt there and on her instead he could just ensure she cant write. Do we reallllly need unnecessary fanservice in a time like this??? Fr??? Okay... okay... like its not even just the fanservice its just theres so many alternative options that would have been smarter and without the need to have a lil action...

Althoughhhhh, if we were to take this at the angle that Mello planned his own death just to draw Mikami out, it still kind of doesnt make sense why hed go through all of this? Couldnt he just kidnap her and while shes in her fearstriken state still kill him??? Idk idk

Idk tho thats just my thoughts meep moop feel free to hit me with hammers and tell me im wrong bc i might be coming at this wrong.

[rubiaryutheroyal]

FF7 Code Radiant Chapter 45

Whewww, I got this done on time. Finally, we're heading into the end of this Wutai arc, but it's first gonna get creepy before it ends well.

Also, I finally passed half a mil words, yooooo!? Let's gooo! I am definitely not finishing by 700k lol.

[tsnderes]

Hi! I wanted to submit a scenario where Bakugou and his fem! S/o are very attached to his s/o's little brother but one day a villain attacked and held him hostage. So Bakugou and his s/o team up to rescue him. Thank you so much!! Bonus: If the little brother is so protective about his sister 😁

a/n: hey heyy! this request had me all over the place, my gosh. so many ideas but i ended up settling on this one! this is the most words i’ve ever had in a fic and i’m pretty proud of it!

word count: 1,117 words

bakugoukatsukix reader | no warnings, only cursing!

・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

The day started off regular, as regular as being a pro-hero could be. Your agency had sent you and your sidekick on patrol in Chisaki amidst suspicions of criminal activity increasing in the area. The authorities didn’t provide much information; only that children were mysteriously disappearing and the parents in search of them overloaded the office.

Hearing this news made you uneasy, Chisaki was your hometown and your mom and little brother still lived there. Despite not seeing them often, you kept in touch with them and had an admirable relationship with your sibling. He looked up to you and always wanted to hear stories about work. You thought maybe while you take a break, you could call them.

Your mother called before you got the chance.

It took a minute to understand her frantic sobbing, but what you heard confirmed your fears. “Your brother is gone.”

You fought the tears forming behind your eyes, swiftly wiping away the ones that escaped. Of course, you had felt sympathy for other families, but you never thought it would happen to your family, your little brother… a loss for words was an understatement. You don’t even remember dialing Katsuki’s number, but at this point, it was muscle memory.

“I’m at a meeting right now, dumbass. What do you want?” he mumbled.

Your ragged breathing on the other end confused him until he heard the soft sniffles you failed to conceal; You were crying. Now he was on alert, walking out the council room with no forewarning.

“(Y/N), baby. What’s wrong?”

It took a minute for you to regain your composure, sloppily wiping your face with your palm. “(Y/B/N) is missing, and I know it was a villain that took him.”

LATER THAT NIGHT

You and Bakugou narrowed down the villain responsible and talked over the plan to rescue your brother with your agencies as a joint mission. (They didn’t have a choice, really- Bakugou wasn’t taking no for an answer.)

Katsuki was determined to bring the smile back to your face, even if that meant saving the little twerp. He fought your brother for your attention all the time, and he wasn’t with you often! The boy would argue with Bakugou over the phone if it meant him having less time with you.

He didn’t mind the brat otherwise.

The villain’s hideout was an abandoned warehouse, inconspicuous but disgustingly cliche. It was dark now, the dim street lights casting shadows on the sidewalk below. The pier wasn’t far, so a steady chill weaved through the air; You didn’t shiver, the anger in your chest keeping you heated. Bakugou scoffed as the two of you approached the building, crimson eyes scoping the surroundings.

“Looks clear to me. Let’s kill this motherfucker-” He growled, but your hand on his chest made him still his movements.

“Katsuki, we don’t know what we’re walking into. Stay on your toes.” You said in a low tone, eyes narrowed at the grey door before you.

Bakugou watched how tightly your jaw clenched and simply nodded, not wanting to upset you further. With that, he slowly pushed the heavy metal door open and waited for his eyes to adjust to the low light before stepping in, signaling you behind him.

There wasn’t much to see. The room was spacious, though; Old storage boxes scattered in disarray around the cement floor. Two staircases, each on opposite sides of the room, led to grey platforms with more boxes and tools lying around. You looked at Katsuki, who shrugged in return. No site of anybody-

“Took you long enough, you idiots.” A voice from one of the platforms provoked.

You snapped your head to face the person, but Bakugou sent an explosive blast in the direction before you could move.

The voice laughed, now moving to the center of the room, closer to them. “Too slow~ Hurry up, your brother’s clock is ticking, (Y/N)-chan!”

The fury in your body propelled you into motion, jumping into the air before slamming your fists into the cement at full force; The boxes banging against each other and walls. Bakugoutook the opportunity to speed ahead, sending a series of blasts in every direction. A fire started to blaze after a box was lit, and it would definitely be hard for the person to escape now.

The person laughed again, but from the top of the platform to the right, your brother hanging off the railing by his shirt collar, kicking and struggling in their hold. “Wow, Ground Zero! I wasn’t planning on a fiery death for the kid, but I’m definitely not complaining. You’d better catch him!”

Your brother clawed at their arms as he cried. “Nii-san, please!”

And with those words, she released her grip on him and you ran, directly into the firey heat below him. You felt nothing, though the blaze charred at your hero-suit and the smoke made breathing a task. He was falling fast, you might not reach him. You lurched your body into a dive, arms outstretched. If he hit the ground, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself-

Your brother landed into your arms with a hard thud, your body giving out from his weight. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, now slobbered up with tears and saliva from his sobbing.

“Nii-san, I’m so happy you f-found me… I was so scared.”

You kissed his forehead, your own eyes filling with tears. “I know. It’s ok, I’ve got you now.”

Loud explosions sounded overhead, you looked up to see Bakugou restraining the villain, tying them up with the rope as he slung their body over his back. “It’s getting smokey in here! Get the fuck out!”

Nodding, you helped your brother onto your back as you navigated your way out. Sometimes Bakugou could be messy in his delivery and you knew he didn’t think this through completely; It took time for you to avoid the fiery matter that seemed to be everywhere.

The three of you escaped the building, criminal in tow. It was a relief to breathe fresh air again, the air in the warehouse became suffocating after Bakugou set it ablaze. Bakugou threw their unconscious body on the concrete, his face screwed up in pure disgust.

“Can’t believe the nerve of this bitch. Lucky I didn’t kill their ass.” He tsked and turned to you. “I already called the cops.”

You smiled at him, still holding your brother close. “Thank you, so much. It means a lot.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job to protect you, the twerp included.”

Bonus:

“No, it’s my job to protect her! She’s my sister!”

“Listen here, ya fuckin’ brat-”

“Katsuki!”

[beneathashadytree]

hi! i saw that your requests were open and i was wondering if you’d write a yuumori piece?

i’m thinking either for william and/or sherlock where it takes place after the 3 years skip and they come back to find that their wife has a baby/toddler and has gotten really close with their brother. They think that she moved on from them and married their brother and had a kid with him and get all huffy and jealous and sad. And it doesn’t help that the kid looks exactly like their brother (and them too but they’re too sad/grieving for their marriage to notice)

what ACTUALLY happened was that Y/N found out she was pregnant after they had “died” and louis/mycroft decided to act as a makeshift father and “husband figure” for Y/N and the baby (though everything is strictly platonic between louis/mycroft and Y/N) cause living as a single mom back then would’ve been hard and they also want to be there for their niece/nephew. and Y/N always told their kid stories and stuff about their real father and it’s just some real sad angst turned into sweet family reunion fluff? thanks! ❤️

REUNITED - SHERLOCK HOLMES X READER

Warnings : this is set after the timeskip, Sherlock is kind of an asshole at certain points, accusations of infidelity, this is not proofread as usual, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : heavy angst to fluff whewww

Word count : 2.2K words (not sorry)

Additional notes : I really don’t know where to start. I’m so sorry it took me a ridiculously long time to get to this, but as soon as I finished my finals, I contracted COVID 🥹 Actually I’m still sick as we speak, but hopefully this wasn’t too effed up🫠 Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this, because I absolutely adored writing it!

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Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes was a million things. Stubborn, obstinate, headstrong, and absolutely bullheaded? Certainly. Inquisitive, deeply thinking, and brimming with a curiosity that could never be sated? Definitely. Ultimately kind-hearted at times, rather drawn to souls with soft corners to their jagged personalities, and unconditionally loving when he allowed himself the luxury of affection? Unquestionably.

He was all those things and more, and he thought he knew himself pretty damn well—but he certainly hadn’t expected to think himself a fool. At times foolish; yes, but not a blundering idiot that misplaced his trust in others. Never that. But then again, what else would he call himself, with the sight that stood in front of him?

Unless his eyesight had turned drastically poor and he wasn’t seeing things right, there was his wife, seated next to the head of the table, looking so sweet that it sent his heart barreling in his chest. Any blooming adoration was dampened, however, by the fact that she’d left her dinner plate to coo at a little child at her side, napkin dabbing at the squirming toddler’s chin, and the fact that the seat at the head of the table was occupied by none other than Mycroft, who’d sported a few more lines to his face than he’d last recalled he had.

It took them mere seconds to notice his presence, and for the sound of utensils clanging as they dropped to register amidst the pang of betrayal and utter heartbreak that resounded in him.

“Sherly?” came her quivering voice, disbelief tinging the nickname that had once brought immeasurable joy into his life, and now only left a sour taste in his mouth. He couldn’t bear to meet her eyes, instead swiveling his head around and watching his older brother, whose shocked expression mirrored hers.

Instead of addressing any obvious elephant in the room, all Mycroft asked was, “How’d you get in?” to which Sherlock pulled out a key from his back pocket.

“Not quite diligent of you, brother, leaving the key under the potted plant by the windowsill,” try as he might, he couldn’t fight the bitterness out of his voice, and all he could do was attempt to look at anything else but the apparently happy couple that had hurriedly stood up, abandoning their half-eaten red flannel hash and peas.

A rather horrible decision, really, since his eyes landed on the toddler who’d currently cocked his head curiously at the stranger he was. And the first sickening thought that entered his mind was how utterly identical the little kid was to his older brother. The same narrow dark eyes, the same tousled bluish hair, and even the same finely drawn lips—there was no doubt remaining in Sherlock’s mind that this child was his nephew.

A chuckle came from behind him, “First time seeing your brother in three years after you were presumed dead, and the first words out of your mouth are an admonition? You’ve certainly grown up.”

“Yes, well, I hope my arrival hasn’t put a damper on your lovely date night,” came his curt reply, though he tried to force a half-smile on his face afterwards as a sort of compensation, “I see you’ve been faring well,” the man turned to briefly face his lover—well, ex-lover now he supposed, “The both of you. And the little boy. Certainly hadn’t thought I’d be made an uncle so young.”

It was all Sherlock could do to prevent himself from clawing at his chest, the sharp pain climbing up his throat and stinging every nerve he had, urging him to burst into horrible, absolutely ugly tears that he was currently just barely holding back. He had to feign at least some dignity and nonchalance.

At that, the woman he’d once thought he knew furrowed her eyebrows.

“Uncle? Sherly—“

“Please, Mrs. Holmes,” his voice held a certain finality as he held his hand up, and he somehow managed to swallow past the lump in his throat, “I would rather not have this conversation in front of him. Or at all, for that matter.”

And though every part of him begged to clutch at her arms and swoop her into his, the ebony-haired man turned to look the other way despite her slightly-hurt look, leaving her to gently speak to the confused-looking child in a low voice and pick him up as she walked off into another room. He refused to even think of sneaking a look at her fingers and wondering if the ring Mycroft must’ve bought her was any better than the one he’d barely managed to save up for.

Mycroft. Of course it had to be Mycroft, he bitterly thought to himself, as said man stiffly guided him to the sitting room, Mycroft whom he’d never managed to and never will best. Mycroft, with his much tidier hair, deeper set eyes, calmer visage, and regal features. Mycroft, with his unmatched maturity that somehow fit perfectly with his occasional smiles that he’d always trusted in. Mycroft, with his massive build and unwavering loyalty that his own apparent-fickleness could never compare to. Mycroft, who’d always (unknowingly) charmed ladies and gentlemen alike at the times he himself could only ever strike annoyance in others.

Mycroft, who’d always been so prim and promer—of course he’d never measure up to him. He’d never quite been enough; he really should’ve known better than to trust the insurmountable love that had blinded him—

“Sherlock, I think there’s been a… misunderstanding of sorts.”

“Rather charming child he is, isn’t he?” the faux cheer in his voice as he interrupted his older brother couldn’t fool anyone as he studied the baby pictures on the fireplace, “Your son takes after you quite a bit.”

Mycroft sighed, crossing his legs, “It really isn’t that—“

“Better hope he’d have a bit more loyalty and faithfulness than his father, though,” he hummed, though the look on his face could only be described as utterly miserable, “Never quite liked chaps who were too full of themselves and went and backstabbed their friends and families.”

“Oh, honestly,” exasperation seeped through the man’s words as he attempted to get a word in edgewise, “Pull your head out of your dramatic arse and listen to me.”

If not for anything else, Sherlock was stunned into silence by the older man’s uncharacteristic foul language. Sharp eyes found his, and though the bitterness still clutched at his heart and heartbreak still clouded his vision, he clenched his fists as he could only see earnestness in his eyes.

“He’s yours,” Mycroft slowly said, letting the words sink in, “You’re the father.”

Silence enveloped them, and the air was thick with an inexplicable sort of tension. No words were spoken, as Sherlock’s face turned expressionless as the gears in his head set to work.

“That’s not possible,” he scoffed, his tone snarky, “She wasn’t pregnant before… before it happened.”

“That’s what we thought, didn’t we?” a soft sigh came from behind him, and he whipped around to see the woman he’d once embraced so hard he’d had no idea where he ended and she began, standing at the doorway with her arms folded, “Barely a month after you disappeared, I went to see a doctor for my repeated dizzy spells, only to have him confirm that I was with child. Just two months along.”

With careful strides, she took a seat by the fireplace, regarding the way Sherlock’s features began to contort into a look of offended fury.

“So, you decided to just go ahead and court my wife because I was presumed dead?” he rolled his eyes, once again turning away from the familiar gentle face that stirred up all the memories of nightly embraces and warm words whispered, “Ex-wife, it seems. Have you been comfortable playing the role of doting husband and father, Mycroft?”

“You know damn well he’d never do that, Sherlock,” she finally snapped, quickly making her way over to his side and cornering him on the couch, arms resting at both sides of his head, “Mycroft saved us from a world of misery. He protected both my reputation as a widow, and our son’s happiness. So he could grow up surrounded by the sort of love only a father figure could give.”

“I’m not quite sure you’ve noticed, but that’s the definition of playing father and husband,” Sherlock’s eyes were burning, and he knew that the cause wasn’t just the anger bubbling inside of him, but the tears that he held back, “With the actual father and first husband gone, he’d finally step in.”

“What did you expect me to do, leave them out on the streets so that the ‘Ton could dig into their flesh?” Mycroft’s interruption was scathing, but not untrue, and his harsh scowl let up as he spoke again, “I made it clear to him from the start that I was a concerned uncle, nothing more, nothing less. I wanted to be there for my nephew.”

“And I’d never let a day pass without telling him about how wonderful and brilliant his papa was—is,” she corrected herself, a sad look settling in her eyes as she did, “Even when I was all alone in bed with nothing to keep me company but the baby’s kicks against my belly, I spoke to him and told him of how lucky I’d been to have found you,” she paused, swallowing thickly, and he could feel his heart thudding in his chest at the sight of her looking so beautiful and yet so heartbreakingly distraught, “How sorry I was that he’d probably never get the chance to meet the incredible man you are.”

“Sherly,” his brother’s voice was soft once again, and the gentleness in it had him nearly gasping for breath, trying to blink back his tears as he met his eyes, “I would’ve never forgiven myself if I’d left them to fend for their own. I owed that much to you.”

Harshly gulping, Sherlock unclenched his fists, knuckles a little sore, “And… there’s nothing going on between the two of you?”

Fervently shaking her head, the woman he thought to be the most wondrous in the world cupped his cheeks in hers. Under any other circumstances, perhaps he’d have felt embarrassed of such a display of affection in front of Mycroft, but he currently could only let himself lean into the touch he’d gone three achingly long years without.

“Never had, and never will,” she firmly replied, “I was too busy mourning to ever think of anyone else. I knew I’d only ever have eyes for you, come what may.”

“I’ve never laid eyes upon her in a way a brother wouldn’t,” Mycroft insisted, driving the point home clear, his large, calloused hand resting on his younger brother’s shoulder reassuringly, “And we’ve slept in entirely different wings the whole time.”

“B-but, he looks so much like you,” Sherlock weakly protested, looking up at the man whose expression seemed annoyed at the remark.

“How you could be so bright and yet so painstakingly thick at the same time is beyond me,” he muttered under his breath, walking away as he said something about this being outside his area of expertise, at the same time his beloved chuckled lightly, her laugh fanning the flames that were being rekindled in his heart—or rather, the ones that had never died.

With her dazzling smile, her fingers brushed his cheeks, which he only now realized had grown damp, and her voice was filled with amusement as her eyes brimmed with a fondness he’d so desperately missed.

“Silly,” she breathed out, “I think you’ve forgotten how uncannily similar you and Mycroft always had looked, especially as kids.”

Sniffling, Sherlock tried his best to weakly make a joke, “Not exactly the most reassuring thing to say.”

“Why not?” she looked genuinely confused as she delicately wiped his falling tears away; the tears he could no longer be bothered to hold back when the emotional turmoil had gotten the best of him and tugged forth every feeling he’d tried to silence.

With a watery half-laugh, he explained, “Well, what if you found him just as dashing?”

“You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, now, are you?” still cradling his warm skin like one would to an invaluable treasure, she hesitated for a second before lowering herself onto his lap, the new proximity causing Sherlock’s breath to hitch in his throat like a teenager’s would.

Arching his brow (despite knowing he looked anything but intimidating at the moment), he quipped, “Twice in a row I’ve had my intelligence insulted.”

“Well, only an idiot would think I’d ever think of comparing the man who has me so smitten with anyone else,” her hands slowly traced down a path to the back of his neck, hooking around the corded muscle, and he could see his longing and lovesick reflection in her eyes, “No matter how alike you might look, I’ll always see the world of a difference between you and him.”

He cautiously leaned in, hope bursting at the seams under his skin; hope that all was in fact not lost, hope that he could still grasp her between his fingers and not have her slip away. “A good difference, I’d wager?”

And now that they were so close he could retrace every single dot and line he’d almost but not quite forgotten, he could see the glint of gold deep down her neckline; the metallic hue of the wedding ring he’d labored so hard to afford hooked on a thin chain around their neck and hidden underneath her clothes.

If she saw the tears dripping down his face, she made no comment on it, instead murmuring against his lips, “The best kind.”

Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @thispersoniscrazy

[bettsfic]

Hey! are we getting your july writing stats? I feel like it was your most productive month ever and i'm curious to see how much you got done!

whewww it's been a wild time. in july i moved into an apartment and i've been juggling freelance work and putting issue #3 of oficmag together. so it has definitely been a busy month.

i'm not sure about stats for july specifically, but from june 17th (day i came out of a severe depressive episode) to today, i've written 154k words, which is not including the 17k words i've cut/reworked for the final draft of each fic.

that said, vandal revisions were due to my agent in may which i've just...not done. and i would really like to get those finished before my residency in september but that is rapidly approaching and i have a feeling i have one more long hellcheer fic in me before i force myself to concentrate on original work.

[kithtaehyung]

Ryen WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME I was sweating sobbing fainting omw to work bc it was too much in the best way possible!!! I will be thinking about Them for the next few weeks for sure!!! The CHAINS the TIE the bickering between them the fact that yoonjin actually discussed the possibility of having her at the same time?!?!?!??! This was incredible😭I wanted to send my thots the minute I finished reading but work came for my neck and I've been silently suffering bc all I can think about it them telling oc that they will make her a p*rnstar😫🔥 also THE ENDING WHATATTTTTT IS IT A PROMISE FOR A SECOND PART OR IS SHE GONNA BE YOONJIN'S GIRL FROM NOW ON?!??!😭 (jin's angel and yoongi's doll💔😔) -3tandream

SFSKLFD STOP EVERYTHING YOU MENTIONED Dream, I…. This was literally me when I was working on this and when I finally finished🫠 I’m just glad you enjoyed it bc whewww I was nervous af to post😭

I was thinking about them for months bc umm this was supposed to be released for the holidays last year🥺 I just couldn’t finish it in time.. and what did I work on instead?? Fireworks😭😭😭 Definitely had a lot to work on during that time frame.

AHDKSKD THE ENDING I KNOW.. okay so I’m leaving it open ended (as I do bc my brain) but there may be plans😳 we shall see!! Thank you for reading so fast omfg I’m down to scream about them and chains and that stupid tie whenever💀

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

WHEWWW I FINALLY FINISHED ALL OF THE EVENT REQUESTS!!!

so thats about a week of posts done and queued HAHA! i hope you’re all excited to see what i wrote :D

how is everyone tonight? i hope you’re all well <3

[multifandomhoodies]

I *finally* finished the landscaping job I started last Friday. It hasn't been every day but it was 8hrs last Friday and probably five or so hours in addition to that on random days last week with finally finishing today. I'm really proud of the work I did, the guy had me cut down a small tree and cut out some bushes and clear areas out and it looks so good!! The guy I was doing it for is really happy with it and I am too it was whewww just a lot of work

[mingying]

Ep 11 Spoilers!!

Omg I'm so happy that Ep11 of Crash Landing is finally out. As usual here is my weekly episode commentary just bc I need to spazz it all out. Things that I still remember now after finishing the ep that I loved:

1) When Seri told Jeonghyuk that she doesn't like this dream because she will wake up feeling sad, and then he tells her it isn't a dream T____T

2) Jeonghyuk really crawled through a cave for 20 hours just to get to South omg a MAN

3) I laughed so hard when Seri said if it's so easy to get to South why was she stuck in North for so long HAHAHHAHAAH like the writers really wrote this in knowing all of us had the same thoughts after ep 10

4) omg soldier boys thinking the food/drink in the sauna were free so they ended up spending 100k+ won LMAAAOOO

5) When Seri took Jeonghyuk shopping and had literal heart eyes at him wearing those suits (as did I omg Hyun Bin's visuals seriously-) and then got super jealous bc the sales lady was all over him akzkaksk

6) But then got so happy after sales lady said her husband was handsome and she asked if they looked like a married couple PLEASE YOU TWO!!!!!!

7) Okay when Seri's brother came by with his wife and said all those hurtful things and Jeonghyuk was THIS close to just rushing out of his hiding place to punch him WHEWWW

8) When Seri told him not to say anything bc she felt embarrassed and he said he wouldn't, but instead hugged her - mY FCKING HEART YALL

9) Seo Dan's model walk holy shit literal heart eyes

10) Seo Dan flexing Seung Jun to the rest of her friends wkdksks

11) I loved how supportive Seo Dan's mom is, as long as her daughter is happy and in love shes fine...and then she said 'as long as he isn't a thief or conman' I DIED AJZKAK

12) KIM SOOK'S CAMEO HAHAHAHHA

13) When Seri knocked her car hood and then got sad bc every time she does that she will think of Jeonghyuk T___T but thankfully bc of this method she managed to spot Cheolgang hiding in her car omg

14) Seri yelling out at the car park for Jeonghyuk to run...pls...I love that they're constantly protecting each other sobs my feels-

15) Seo Dan learned the lingo from Seri in Switzerland omg I love this plssss

16) Seungjun wondering if Dan saw his missed call and then couldn't sleep the entire night waiting for her to call him back omg I LOVE THEMMMM!!!!

Okay thankfully the next episode isn't so far away. I'm so excited!!!

[syaniides]

A Lemonade Question [October 4, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

Jaden tilts his mask down juuuuuust for a sec so he could take a sip of the lemonade as he walks with Zip on the way to the vegan place, finishing off shooting his text to Jay before looking over at her as the question moves through his mind. "Can I meet your mom....?" He floats out there, feeling kinda bad he was out there crashing in Zip's place without paying for rent and like...not even meeting the lady helping to make the place possible...

Zippy continues to suck down the strawberry razzle dazzle surprise lemonade, sooooooooo....goooooooood....until she coughs a bit her hand instinctively moving over her mouth as she Swallows, her gaze cutting over to Jaden. “my...” A cough cutting through her words, clearing her throat as she moves her hand down, “...my mom?”

“Yeah, I kinda wanna meet her, if that would be cool...?” Jaden offers back, a little smile moving onto his lips as he rubs behind his neck a bit...

Zippy’s eyes widen a bit as her lips slowly curl up, giving the cup one final shake and slurp down to finish off, tossing it in the nearby trash, raising her mask back up as she takes Jaden’s hand again, as they wait for the light to change, “...like...Now?”

“Dunno, just like...whenever she’d be free?” Jaden offers back, finishing up his own lemonade before putting it in the trash, raising his mask up as he takes Zippy’s hand. “Though I’m cool with it being now?”

Zippy slowly begins swinging her and Jaden’s arm as Stunnin’ pops into her head, leaning forward some to seeeeee...”Okaaaaaaaaaay...I’ll see if she wants something to eat...” Zippy trails off before sensing an opportunity for them, pulling at Jaden’s hand as she frenzies her way across the other side of the street jussst in time with a particularly vexed driver from making them roadkill, probably, bending down some as she catches her breath laughing a little before continuing to bounce her way along to the stand, taking her phone out of her jacket pocket to text her mom to see where she was and if she was....hunnnnngry...

Zippy slowly begins swinging her and Jaden’s arm as Stunnin’ pops into her head, leaning forward some to seeeeee...”Okaaaaaaaaaay...I’ll see if she wants something to eat...” Zippy trails off before sensing an opportunity for them, pulling at Jaden’s hand as she frenzies her way across the other side of the street jussst in time with a particularly vexed driver from making them roadkill, probably, bending down some as she catches her breath laughing a little before continuing to bounce her way along to the truck and liiiiiiine of people outside of it, taking her phone out of her jacket pocket to text her mom to see where she was and if she was....hunnnnngry...

"Cool, does she like vegan food too?" Jaden curiously asks, wondering if Zip's parents were in to that kinda thing, or what, until he feels the pullllllll, quickening his pace as he just barely Makes It alongside Zip, his eyes widening a bit as he lets out a breathy laugh, feeling that little bit of adrenaline kick in, whewww shit, waiting for Zip to text her mom to see what was up....

Zippy’s thumbs tap quickly against her screen as she wordlessly lets Jaden’s hand go to do ittt, moving her phone up to take a selfie of her latest mask purchase, a baby blue duckie swarm one, moving forward a little as she senses the line moving up hearing the chill vibes song more now...feeling like she had heard it on tiktok....stopping her mind thoughts only for a second as she sways slowly from side to side jusssst like the big pirate ride at the carnival, ugh mannnnn...carnivals are so fun, her lips pulling down into a frownnnn...

[nova-siims]

𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔢𝔭 | 18

arionne: ahhhh we’re finally finished! this house looks small from the outside but it’s a hassle once you get inside.

kendrick: yeah, damn. i think i hurt my back lifting some of those boxes.

arionne: oh dang, i’m sorry. i can get you some pain pills if you want. and, you can rest here for a bit before you head back home if you’re tired.

kendrick: yeah, i think i’ll take you up on that. you wouldn’t happen to have any snacks in that fridge would you?

arionne: sadly no, but i can cook you a hot meal instead. clam chowder?

kendrick: clam wha-- you know what, sure i’ll try it.

                                               𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯

arionne: sooo, how does it taste? and don’t be a hater, tell me how you really feel.

kendrick: *taking multiple spoonfuls* it’s alright, probably wouldn’t eat it again.

arionne: mhmm, i’ll give you a to go bowl kendrick. 

kendrick: *taking even more spoonfuls* yeah, you do that mm.

                                                    *𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔤*

kendrick: you expecting company?

arionne: no.. maybe it’s shelby i told her i was moving in today. can you take these to the sink for me while i check the door?

arionne: hey, can i help you?

knox: howdy! the name’s knox. i’m here to tell you a little bit about this town. and, not to toot my own horn, but i’m a bit of an eco master around these parts. let me tell you a few ways you can be green and make a change in this community.

arionne: an eco master? then why the hell is this air so damn dirty? why are the streets covered in trash? this is ass. YOU’RE ASS!

knox: uh, well,um i-if you’d just come over here i can uh show you where the community voting board is and um *coughs* tell you about NAPS...

arionne: stop looking so damn scared and lead the way fool.

whewww we finally moved arionne in! 🏡 

and oof knox, get it together mate. 💀

as always, like, comment and reblog please! thanks!💕

and if u made it this far, stream parasite eve by bring me the horizon 🎶

episode 17 | beginnings

[bettsfic]

Aw, are you not going to get a Ph.D. maybe?? Why not?

whewww this is the big question. 

i’ve never liked the idea of a phd in creative writing. imo, it’s four additional years of exploited labor. the mfa is the terminal degree in my field; there should be no degree higher. so on that front, it’s both unethical and unnecessary. additionally, in order to make it a valid degree, most cw phds are split between creative and critical work, which means in many programs you need both a creative and critical dissertation. in some cases this means you’re doing double the work of other humanities programs.

the academic job market is such that for every open cw position, there are hundreds of applicants, which is driving qualifications. many universities are now asking for applicants who have an mfa, phd, and a published book with a reputable press and significant sales. the system is wholly broken, and i don’t like the idea of being a tool in a machine designed to exploit people. 

that’s the big picture stuff. the small picture stuff is about where i am in my life right now. i’ve gotten what i can out of the mfa workshop model; i’m completely burnt out on it, and the idea of 3 more years of workshop makes me want to scream. the rest of the coursework is critical, and ultimately, i’m not interested in scholarly work. i applied for phds at a time when i didn’t have the discipline to sit down and read, and i thought a new program might introduce me to new work and new ways of understanding it. but now i’ve been keeping up on my tbr list, and i like that i’m reading the things i want to read, not what other people are telling me to read.

on that front, i don’t need an external structure to be productive. basically all i do is write, and that’s all i want to do. on my own, i could pound out 1-3 novels a year without any mentors pushing me or holding me accountable. i’ve managed, outside of university affiliation, to finish my first novel, query agents, publish in some lit mags, get accepted into residencies, and i’ve gotten nominated for awards. a phd would only slow down the process, because i’d be focused on seminar work and offering workshop feedback – skills i’ve already developed in the mfa. 

i would also be teaching comp, which. i mean i love teaching but i can’t stand composition. it’s not my field and i’m not nearly as good at teaching it as i am teaching cw. where i’m currently teaching offers me cw classes pretty consistently.

lastly, it’s a 4-year commitment. 4 years of living on a grad stipend. 4 years focusing on work i don’t really want to do. 4 years away from home. 

it’s a tough decision, though. there are plenty of good things it offers – obviously i’ll learn a lot. i’ll be more qualified for professorships. i’ll be part of a writing community again and make new friends. i’ll find new mentors. i’ll have health insurance. i’ll finally get out of ohio, which is something i think i need but which i’m afraid of. i’ll get away from my somewhat tense family situation too. and, yk, it’s something to do. i’m 30, i’m not married, i don’t have kids, i only have one (1) friend who lives near me, and i can’t work a “real” job. 

i have until feb 1 to decide. if anyone has any constructive input (not, like, “do what makes you happiest!” because both paths have their benefits and drawbacks, and it’s a bit more complicated than that), i’m all ears. 

[ironicallyirwin]

hey!! I'm chloe :) I haven't got a ship in like 50 years and so I'm so happy i stumbled across urs!! we haven't talked before I think but Daniel seavey also owns my ass anyways I'm a very soft person I can change from really quiet and chill to WHEWWW all cap very quickly (I'm mostly the whew lmao) I basically love everyone who gives me an ounce of attention lmao congrats!!💓💓

Hi Chloe!!! We should definitely talk more, especially about how Daniel is legit such a soft giraffe that I love with my whole ass heart lmao. But honestly, I’m the same, especially when I’m hanging with my best friend Liz or my younger sisters (i swear they bring out the crazy in me). And thank you!!!!!

Ship: Ashton | Calum | Luke | Michael

Gif of your ship:

Blurb: you had recently joined the guys on tour for a couple stops and right before the final show you were joining them for, michael decided that having a dance party to hype them up for the show would be a good idea. as a joke, he put on Thotiana by Blueface and you immediately took out your phone to record him. “having fun there?” you asked him. michael proceeded to dance and you couldn’t help but laugh at what a dork he was. “dance with me!” michael yelled to you over the music. you propped your phone up while it was still recording and joined him in the dance party. eventually luke, calum, and ashton joined in and all of you were laughing while dancing. when the song finished, you all were laughing and you turned to them with a devilish smirk on your face. “i’m so putting this on instagram for the whole fandom to see.” you grabbed your phone and stopped recording. “that was epic, we should do dance parties more often.” michael said. then the stage manager came to the dressing room door and let the guys know that they had to be on stage in five minutes. as they freshened up, you gave michael a kiss on the cheek for good luck. “break a leg out there,” you said, “but not literally.” michael chuckled and kissed you on the forehead. “don’t worry, having you here with me is all the luck i need.” I HATE MYSELF THIS ENDING MAKES ME SO SOFT OMFG

Blog rate: 10000/10 I LOVE THAT YOUR BLOG MATCHES THE COLOR OF YOUR HEADER AND AVATAR

i’m doing ships!