#fluff writer

[samandcolbyownme]

A blurb where reader is secretly dating Chris and uses a fake account to mess with him while he’s on a stream with Matt

Warnings: swearing, secret dating, fluff

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You lean back against the headboard, a smile rested on your face as you have Matt and Chris’ livestream pulled up on the tv.

You finish setting up your burner twitch account with a giggle, and soon enough, crazy4chrispkreme has entered the chat.

You lay a hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as you try to control your laughter.

You let out a sigh, glancing from the tv down to your phone, Oh my god, the guy on the left is literally so hot.

You look back up at the tv, hoping for a reaction, nothing. So you type something else out, Chris!! Can I get a shoutout please!!!

And again, right after, Christopher! I love you sooo much please notice me!!!!!!!!

You bite your lip to stifle back your laughter when you see Matt lean into the screen, “What the fuck?” He laughs, reaching back to get Chris’ attention, “Do you see this?”

“See what?” Chris leans forward and Matt shakes his head, “Hold on, it went away. Just.. watch the chat.”

You give it a second, watching them both stare at the chat screen before you type out, Are you looking for my message?

Matt’s eyes go wide and he looks at Chris, “Did you see that?”

“You better not be talking about that fucking username.” Chris laughs and covers his face, “What the fuck.”

You giggle, Chris! Chris! I love you pleeaseeeee say something to me

At this point, there’s a few people telling you to chill out and to ‘calm your little fan girl ass down’, but you ignore it.

“What is up with these usernames chat.” Matt laughs, shaking his head, “They want you to say something to them.”

“I don’t..” Chris laughs, “I- just-“ he continues to laugh, “That’s actually crazy. Crazy four Chris-p kreme.”

You press your cheek into your shoulder, laughing before looking back at your phone, Ahhhh thank you I love you so much you have no idea my life has been made <3333

Chris raises his brows and leans back into the chair, “Glad I could help.”

But you don’t stop, Chris you’d be even hotter if you take your shirt off!!

And right after, come on! Don’t be shy! We all think you’re hot!

You press your hand to your mouth hard as you watch both of their reactions on the tv, “What the actual fuck..” Matt’s eyes widen and he sighs while shaking his head, “I’m going to have to agree with the other people here, you need to calm down.”

“I’m not taking my shirt off, why would- no. No.” Chris shakes his head and sighs, “What the fuck.”

Awww boooooo, you type, Why not????

User1: yoooo chill out

User2: seriously that’s so embarrassing, as a members of the sturniolo fandom, we don’t claim this bitch

User3: you have some serious issues you need to figure that out bro like seriously

You laugh, Fine, but I still think Chris is the hotter one out of the two.

Matt shakes his head and Chris crosses his arms, “I mean, I can agree to that.” He laughs and Matt rolls his eyes, “Why do you have to be weird?”

“I’m not, I’m just restating facts.” Chris laughs and you move around to get more comfortable, reading down over the chat as people try to explain to you that you can’t say that blah blah blah.

Christopher Owen, the man you are!!

God I wish I had the chance to date him, he looks like he would be a really good bf

Matt smirks, “Aw, Chris, they want a date. They think you’d be a really good boyfriend.” He looks at Chris and he smirks, “name a time and place.”

Your jaw drops as you laugh, swiping over to text Chris, name a time and place? Are you serious??

You go back to the twitch chat and watch the tv. He pulls his phone from his pocket and instantly starts to laugh, “Matt.”

Matt leans back, reading over your text and he gives Chris a look, “Uh oh.”

You type out the chat, Oh no!!! What’s going on?!

You watch as Chris taps on his screen before laying his phone face down in his lap. His text comes through and you laugh, shaking your head as you read it, You think you’re slick, huh?

You tap on it and text him back, What ever do you mean Christopher Owen, the man that you are??

You hit send and go back to twitch, the things I would let Chris do to me is astronomical, good lord

You giggle as Chris tries so hard to fight back a smirk as he reads your text. He leans forward to show Matt and his jaw drops, “Is that..”

Chris nods, “Uh huh.”

You type out in the chat, what’s going onnnnnn

Matt laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t you worry about what’s going on.”

Chris taps his screen and you sigh as you click on his text, the man I am, thinking my girlfriend is trolling me on a fake twitch account

You leave him on open and go back to twitch, typing out a message that only him and Matt will understand, why are you calling me a troll? I promise I’m a real person who just loves Chris sooooo much <3333

You lay your phone down and Chris stands up, “I’m going to grab a sweatshirt.”

Matt laughs and nods, “Alright.”

You look over at the door, watching as it opens and Chris walks in laughing, “Are you fucking serious?”

You shrug, locking your phone, “What?!”

“You’re actually the funniest fucking person ever.” He walks over and lays his body on yours, “I was so confused at first.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hey, I have to have a little fun while you’re having fun.”

He laughs and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “but you don’t love my username?”

He buries his face into your neck and laughs, “How did you even come up with that?” You laugh and shrug, “May have remembered your old Snapchat username.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He smiles, tilting his head up, “But I love you.” He kisses your lips, “So much.”

“I love you.” You kiss him one last time before he stands up, “Wear the grey sweatshirt. I love you in that.”

“What so you can troll me harder?” He laughs as he pulls the grey hoodie off of the hanger, and you nod with a smile, “How’d you know?”

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Thanks for reading! I love you so much! If you want a Matt one or whoever, let me know! 🖤 catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[daddydixonscrossbow]

smut with rick grimes?

Summary: After making it back from a run, Rick can’t help but spill the beans on how he feels about you.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, AGE GAP (reader is in their late 20’s), mentions of weapons (guns, knives, etc.), killing walkers, flirting, kissing, hair pulling, biting, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), general filth

Word Count: little over 2k | unedited

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“Y/n! Behind you!” Rick tells from across the way, and you turn around, jumping back and gripping your knife harder before stabbing the walker in the head.

You watch it drop, stepping over it to kill another.

You hear footsteps run up to you and you turn around, sighing in relief when you see Rick.

“Ya okay?” Rick scans over your arms, “That walker got a little close.”

“Yeah.” You nod, running your hand over your arm, “I’m good.” You look up at him, “Are you?” He nods, a smirk fighting to make its way on his lips, “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

He looks around, “Should probably head back, though.” He looks back at you, “Only have a little bit more daylight left.”

You bend down, grabbing the backpack from the dirt, “Yeah, I think this run turned out to be a good one.”

He nods in agreement, “Yeah, let’s just hope it’s enough for now.”

“It is, Rick. Don’t.. sell yourself short. Those people appreciate everything you do. Everything you get, I know I do.”

He smiles, looking down as he nods, “I appreciate hearing that.” He nods towards the car, “C’mon. Let’s go.”

The car ride back wasn’t, too long. The whole time you kept trying to convince yourself that the tension you felt, was all in your head, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t.

As you pull up to the gate and stop, Rick’s voice catches your attention, “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Anytime. I’m always up for a run.” You smile at him and turn your attention back to the gate as it’s pulled open.

Rick drives the car up, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You smirk as you get out of the car, slinging your gun strap over your shoulder, “Do you need help with anything else?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll get someone else to help. Go wash up. You look a mess.” He chuckle slightly and you roll your eyes, giving him a smile, “I look better than you.”

He nods, tapping the roof of the car before shutting the door.

You turn away, heading for your house.

Once inside, you kick off your boots, setting your gun down by the door and you head upstairs. One thing you were really grateful for, were the showers.

After the world went to shit and you found Alexandria, you vowed to never take running wanted for granted ever again.

You switch the shower on, waiting for the steam to start rolling off before you strip down and get in.

Your mind was heavy on Rick, and nothing but Rick.

Constantly trying to figure out if there’s something between the two of you, or if you’re just making it up because of your feelings towards him.

You shake your head, trying to get the thoughts to stop as you step under the water and let it stream down over you.

After washing up, you turn the water off. You wring out your hair before pushing the door open and grabbing your towel.

You wrap it around your body before walking over to your bedroom. As you’re standing at the one dresser, you hear your front door open, and it perks your attention.

You grab the knife from your dresser, quietly moving over to behind the door when you hear the footsteps come towards the steps.

You let go of the breath you’re holding when Rick announces himself, “Y/n? It’s me.”

“Don’t scare me like that.” You yell out with a laugh, “I’m upstairs.” You hear him laugh and you walk back to place your knife on the dresser.

“Sorry, I didn’t me-“ you hear him take a deep breath and you glance over your shoulder, “Sorry I just got out of the shower.”

“No, no. You’re fine.” He chuckles, “I did too.. I just didn’t-“ he pauses, “I would have waited if I had known you..”

You turn around, shaking your head, “You’re fine, Rick, what’s up?”

He runs a hand over his hair, his eyes fighting to not trail down your body, “I um, I know I already said it, but I just wanted to say thank you again for volunteering to go out there with me.”

“It’s not a problem, Rick. Like I said, anytime.” You smile, “If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”

He nods, “I won’t.” He smiles and turns around, but stops, “You know, I’m glad you decided to stay. You’re a vital part of this place and I just wish I knew how to thank you.”

“I mean..” You laugh slightly, and Rick turns around slightly, “You mean, what, sweetheart?”

You turn around, facing your dresser and you drop the towel, “I can think of something..” you put on a shirt and turn around, “But I don’t know how you’d feel about it.”

He tilts his head, his lips forming a smirk, “y/n.”

“All you gotta do is close the door.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and Rick chuckles, “You know we.. can’t do that..”

“Who says?” You shrug, tilting your head as you walk over to him, “Tell me the name of the person who said that, and I’ll kick their ass.”

Rick watches as you hand slides up his chest and you push his chin to turn his head towards you, “You know I can.”

He licks his lips, sliding his hand up your arm to your hand. He pulls it up to press it against his cheek and his other hand slides over your hip, pushing you in close to him by your lower back.

“No need to kick anyone’s ass, sweetheart.” He turns his head, pressing a kiss to your palm before he bends down and picks you up.

Your hands cup his bearded cheeks and you close the space between your lips. He groans at the touch, bending down to lay you on the bed and he crawls up so his body is hovering over yours.

His lips trail back your jaw, down your neck, and he dips his head down to pull your shirt up your body with his teeth.

“God, you are a work of art.” He groans as he kisses between your boobs, moving over to take your one nipple into his mouth.

You moan out, laying a hand on the back of his head as your back arches upward, “Rick.” You whimper out, “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckles against your skin, lifting his head to look at you, “You’ve been thinkin’ about this a lot, haven’t you?”

You nod, “I’m not going to lie.”

“That’s good.” He presses his lips to yours and he sits up, undoing his belt, “I like honesty.”

You smirk, sitting up to push his shirt up, “I really like you.” He watches at you kiss over his abdomen, jaw slack as you slide a hand up his thigh to his growing bulge.

He pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it down to the floor. He reaches down, his hand brushing down your cheek to cup your chin, “Since we’re bein’ honest here, sweetheart.” He pulls his lip between his teeth and takes a deep breath, “I’ve pictured you on your knees in front of me.”

You smirk, biting your lip, “I can do that.”

His eyes follow you as you move down off the bed, discarding your shirt before dropping down to your knees, “I’ve dreamed of it as well.”

“Fuck.” He groans as he tilts his head back, moving to stand up beside the bed. As he lays his duty belt on the floor, you work at undoing his jeans.

He watches you in awe, his hand moving to brush hair from your face as you tug his pants and underwear down his thigh.

You don’t hesitate, glancing up at him once before leaning in and taking the aching tip of his cock into your mouth.

His breath hit hitches and his head rolls back, “Shit, y/n.” He looks down, watching as you work, bobbing your head up and down.

You tilt your head back, licking up the underside as your eyes lock onto his.

His grow darker as his jaw cocks, “You really are something, C’mere.” He pulls you to your feet, sitting down on the bad as he grips your hips.

He pulls you onto him, your knees on either side of his hips and his head is tilted back, “Go on, baby.”

You nod, reaching down to hold him steady as you lower your hips. His grip tightens as he feels himself slip into you, “Fuckin’ hell.”

Your arm wraps around his neck, your other hand pressing into his chest as you moan, “Fuck, Rick.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his.

He slides a hand back up your back, pulling you into him as he lays back, “M’gonnna need you to move, sweetheart.”

You slowly raise your hips, lowering back down with moan after moan leaving your lips, “Y-you’re so big.”

He chuckles, planting kisses along your neck, “Feel good?”

“Uh huh.” You breathe out, “So good.”

You move your hips faster, your one hand pushing into the bed by his head while your other one runs up his cheek, “Needed you so bad, Rick.”

“I needed you, sweetheart.” He reaches up, turning you face towards him, “You make me feel things I wasn’t sure I believed in anymore.”

You smile down at him before closing the space. His arm wraps around your lower back, holding you tight.

You push your other hand into the mattress by his head, moving your hips faster, “Fuck, fuck. I’m so close.” You whine, “So fucking close.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” His hands slide down your back to your ass, gripping tight, “Need to feel you.”

You whine at his words, pushing your hips down and rolling them forward as you cum, “F-fuck.” You bury your face into his chest and he takes the opportunity to roll you both over, his thrusts guiding you through your high.

He groans, leaving open mouth kisses along your neck as he thrusts in deeper. You gasp, moaning out as you drag your fingers through his hair.

His lips crash onto yours, “You take me so well, sweetheart.”

You look up at him, “Crazy to say I was made for you?” You bite your lip, your brows furrowing as he reaches between your bodies to draw circles on your clit.

“Not at all.” He smirks, tilting his head, “gonna get you to cum one more time. Can you do that f’me?”

You nod, back arching off the bed, “F-fuck, yes.”

He attacks your neck with kisses, biting and sucking at the skin, “Shit, y/n. I-I’m not-“ he groans, gripping your hip tight, “Fuck.”

He groans and your orgasm hits right as you feel his cock twitch. His fingers keep drawing circles, but they slow down, along with his thrust.

You cup his cheeks, staring up at him as you both try to control your breathing.

He gives you a smile and you lift your head up, pressing a kiss to his lip. He smiles within the kiss and leans up, “Looks like we have t’go on more runs together, huh?”

You nod, giving him a smirk, “Looks like it.”

He chuckles and bends down to grab his clothes, “I hate to, uh, run out on you, but I told-“

You cut him off, “No, it’s okay.” You put on your shirt, “Not like you don’t know where to find me or anything.”

He slips

His shirt on and nods, looking over at you while he clips on his duty belt, “Right, right.” He walks over, hands pulling you in by your hips, “Thank you.”

You peck his lips, “You don’t have to thank me, Rick. Just, believe it.”

“Believe what, sweetheart?” He tilts his head and you wrap your arms around his neck, “That love can still exist in a world like this.”

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My first ever Rick one shot - I hope you like it. Requests are open.

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[haunted4kent]

"take my breath away." k. bakugo

✧˚ · . 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ; go on a walk with me, will you? lemme be romantic.

content ; swearing nd fluff >.<

word count ; 1.3k

a/n ; this account is officially a year old today !! love you readers nd hope you enjoy!!

( this is my favorite piece of writing in a while. )

Thumps thud at your window, and standing out of your bed fresh out of a shower, you pull back the curtain to see what the commotion is. Another rock flies and hits the window, making you jump before looking down to see what’s causing it, and a smile immediately tugs at your lips. Your fingertips pull open the window and he stands with a deadly grin on his face. “Whatcha doin up there dumbass!” 

“What are you doing throwing rocks at my window like you're some romantic?” His shrug is visible from down below. 

“Maybe I’m tryna change, doll.” A silence pings, before his voice rasps out again. “Change out those clothes and let’s go walk a little, whatcha say?” 

He stood down there still, looking up at you so pleadingly. “C’mon, before these damn clouds come over and it's raining. Y'know I hate the rain.”

School was always taking up both your schedules, You tried to convince yourselves that you spent enough time together, but you missed one another so badly. Like a fire in need of oxygen to survive. 

“Alright, I’ll come out the front.”  You smile, shutting your window and slipping on shoes before going down to the front door. When you pull it open, trying to avoid any loud creeks, he’s already standing in front of it, and he chuckles silently at you. “Kats.” You step out and his eyes fall down and back up. His head leans down to kiss your lips briefly, but his eye returns to that same demeanor.

 “What the hell are you wearing? Tch, You cannot go on a walk with your ass out.” His fingers pulled down on the ends of your pj shorts, which would just roll back up. “You gonna make me go change?” You whine, and his eyes rise to look at you silently. He sighs. “I have a sweatshirt in my car.” His hand taps on your lower back before sliding to the side of your hip, his free hand reaching and pulling the door shut. 

He pulls the car door open for you, shutting it after you sit in. A small tap comes from the back windshield and he points at the truck latch, and you lean to pull it. When he returns to the car, he tosses the sweatshirt into your lap. As he starts to drive, his hand creeps up to settle on your thigh. You bring his sweatshirt to your nose and it smells just like him, warm musk. His hands even sit warmly on your skin, and you're so scared he’s getting cold and he's even more scared himself is making you cold. As the car speeds up, he opens the sunroof, and the wind begins to blow in. His hair is scattered and your hair blows around your face. 

The child-like joy that radiates from the moment is nostalgic.  The rush it gave was indescribable. 

Turning up the radio to max, the lyrics began to ring out of the open windows. You shifted in your seat leaning your torso out from the window as the car zoomed beneath the tunnel. 

You could feel his grip holding onto you but his chuckles overpowered his fear. 

“The park?” You step out of the car after he pulls the door open.

“I said we were gonna go walk, didn’t I?” He shuts the door behind you, running his fingers over your wind messed hairs. He tugs at the end of the sweatshirt he gave you, pulling it down a little more to his liking. Katsuki Bakugo is not a kisser, he’ll give you a little peck, a brief gesture that tells you “I'm trying.” and that's all you need. He leans down and does just that.

Your hands intertwine and he walks sheepishly for a moment. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much as you would like, not even as much as I would like.” 

Your shoulders rise and fall. “I understand you're busy, your role is larger than mine anyway, but we're both busy so no one’s to blame. 

He sighs. “I know sweetheart, but I feel like I’m to blame.” He shifts behind you, placing his chin on your shoulder, leaving a light peck on your cheek. His feet walk awkwardly around you, both walking at the same time, and a little giggle comes from your lips. “I’ve missed you, Kats, and I promise. We are going to be fine."

“I've missed you too.” and suddenly the sprinklers from the grass start, and one sputters onto the sidewalk in which you and Katsuki are walking on. “Awh fuck.” He pulls you back as he steps out from the sprinkler, shaking his head like he's a wet dog. “Don't be such a baby!” You laugh, and pull from his grasp. Looks like the wind couldn't even extinguish the fire in you, you lived for the thrill. “Doll what are you-” and before he could reach back out, you're sprinting through the sprinklers. 

He stares off in utter admiration, his eyes fogging out and making your every motion feel slow motion. “You're a moron!” He shouts, a tugging smile on his lips. You turn back and pant for a moment before yelling back. “You're a moron for not running out here with me!” 

He scoffed. “Whatcha’ say to me?” 

“You heard me.” The moment it comes out of your mouth your challenge has been accepted. You're running and laughing like a child until his hands grab around your waist and spin you both around, and once he sets you down he's running from the threat of being tackled down into the grass. You're both soaked already. “Don't run! Come to mama Kats!” You laugh, jumping onto his back, and a chuckled grunt comes from his chest as he begins to run through the sprinklers.

The grass is wet, your sweatshirt heavy and soaked, the moon shines down onto the grass just enough to glisten the sprinkler water that still rains upon the both of you as you lie on your backs, panting from the thrill. “You're such an idiot.” His head turns to you before he bursts out laughing, a laugh you've never heard out of Katsuki, and you can't help but laugh with him at your idiocy. “Admit it, you had fun.” Your laughter dies down and you turn to face him, picking at the grass. “I did have fun.” With the loose grass you glide it against his nose, and his face scrunches. “Ya because i'm the most super fun ever.”

“You're better than Kirishima or some bullshit loser like that, that's for sure.” His eyes shift down, and he looks lost, but locked on something. His eyes rise again, but his face has gone soft. “Just kiss me already.” You whisper and his body shifts forward. This is different, a kiss with a different kind of intensity. The cool water spikes across your skin, and his hair is so damp. His hand comes to grip the side of your face, a little tighter than usual. Turns out Katsuki Bakugo wasn't always an uncontrolled blaze, he could be extinguished, he could be cooled. 

“I love you.” His voice comes the moment your lips part. You open your eyes and his are so lost, almost crazed. “I love you so much, doll.” He repeats. The clouds have caught up, and he doesn't seem to care that on top of the sprinklers, the rain begins to pour down upon the both of you. 

“I love you too Suki-” You're barely even able to finish before his lips smash back into yours. 

That night, after a warm shower he crawled right into your bed, and like a child curled up beside you, his blow-dried hair fluffed up on your chest. From then on, a night didn't go by that Katsuki Bakugo didn't go home to you. You were home, you always were.

" watching every motion in my foolish lovers' game "

© haunted4kent 2024.

[ouijaboardbunny]

Hi!! Looking for a WOC writer to bring your ideas to life? Look no further! I started school this month (My first year at university!!) and I need some money for the parking + lil coffees to get through my classes! Some additional information:

Will write: Almost anything goes within reason. If you aren't sure, please send me a message and I can tell you if I can or cannot do it :) Will NOT write: I'm very flexible, but the ones listed on my don'ts are non-negotiable. I might've forgotten to include something, so if I did, please be aware that I reserve the right to refuse a commission. The themes I can write vary!! I can do horror, romance, fluff, world-building, tragedy, ect. I love a good challenge and I am in a research based major, so rest assured I will do my best to make your idea come to life!!

I'm opening 3 slots only as this is my first run at this. I will open more slots depending on my class load and interest :)

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[dedicatednotobsessed]

Hello everyone!

I have been on an extremely long hiatus from writing and I am happy to announce that I will be coming back! I was gone due to personal reasons + getting completely burnt out from request pile up- especially all of the Ewan Mitchell requests that were coming in. After taking a long breather, I have made the ultimate decision to open up my ask box again (I did clear MOST requests. I will be writing the ones I kept over time. I apologize if yours ended up getting deleted).

Please read my guidelines below before submitting requests:

I. I AM ONLY TAKING CHARACTER REQUESTS

Due to my burnout being caused by Ewan Mitchell requests, I will no longer be taking cast requests. I will still be writing for Ewan (among other cast members), but I will be writing for myself.

II. I WILL NO LONGER BE WRITING SMUT

During my time away, it gave me time to think about the kind of writing I wanted to do for my fanfiction and I realized that I never enjoyed writing smut. I will still add mature content and add warning labels when necessary but I will no longer be writing and accepting requests that are pure smut.

III. PLEASE RESPECT ME IF I REFUSE A REQUEST

Just a self explained rule ◕ ◡ ◕

IV. I WILL PUT MY WRITING FIRST BEFORE REQUESTS

I have a few ongoing stories that I will update before I do requests; I often try to do one original then one request to keep a consistent pattern.

My ask box is now open! Request away 💚🖤

[mysticfics0]

WHAT

[myheartbelongstogilbertblythe]

Hey everyone! New to Tumblr here. Like I've had this blog for like a week, but I decided today is the day I want to make a pinned post. I write fanfic and occasionally I draw. Probably won't post any art on here... but we'll see! I love listening to music and making playlists. I write mostly angst, fluff, and/ or crack stuff, and when I write fanfic, I like to take a sledgehammer to canon and reassemble the pieces. I write original fic too, and I definitely have trouble balancing the two sometimes (heck i have trouble balancing my fanfic projects alone) but I really like reading/writing fanfic and being part of the fandoms/ community, so I'm still here. :) Plus, sometimes ideas take hold of me and don't let go.

About Me:

-Rowan_Wood72 over on a03 (you can call me Rowan--> it's my pen name over there and on here)

-she/her

-loves lockwood and co, artemis fowl, hunger games, spider-man, percy jackson, and the flash

-INFJ

-likes collecting little rocks and carrying them around in pockets

-loves flannel, converse, and jeans

-so many WIPs. Like, it's not funny. I do love all of them though and I do want to finish them at some point. It might take a while, though.

-I like camping and travelling. I especially love forests. Forests are my happy place (or one of them anyway)

Current WIPs (some are posted some are not yet)

of wizards and ghosts (lockwood & co. / HP crossover)

Lucy and Lockwood find a destroyed horcrux and are accidentally transported into the wizarding world.

Lockwood and Co. and the Curse of Tom Riddle's Soul (another harry potter crossover but longer this time!)

Lockwood and Co. get a letter from Filch asking them to exorcise Peeves, except Dumbledore finds out first and tasks them with helping him find/ destroy horcruxes instead. (Basically taking ideas from of wizards and ghosts and exploring them on a much bigger/ slightly different scale)

a band AU lockwood and co fic (name TBD)

Lockwood's and Kipps' bands have to team up after both of them lose members. Then Lucy joins the band.

Draco Malfoy and the Curse of the Meddling Trio (crack taken seriously)

After Harry eavesdrops on Snape and Dumbledore, the golden trio kidnaps Malfoy to stop him from killing Dumbledore (because none of the adults are actually DOING something about this situation!).

The Box (crack taken WAY seriously to the point where idk if it's even crack anymore)

Harry accidentally brings Snape back from the dead after the Battle of Hogwarts and spends the rest of the story justifying it/ trying to figure out why the heck the fates picked Snape of all ppl.

Note: so basically all of these are crack with fluff and angst is the message here

[strawbiekitten]

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⥃⿻ ﹗ you can call me strawb . 🍓

・ ﹐💗 ╭ my pronouns are they/them and he/him ◗

⿻・i am transmasc gay and taken! 💌

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⥃⿻ ﹗ i write fanfics!! . 🍓

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♡ i write smut and fluff 。 ♡

♡ all reader insert is afab anatomy unless otherwise stated 。 ♡

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││•pedophilia

││•heavy gore

││•anything with vomit

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[atlas-affogato]

Writing fluff knowing this fic is tagged "It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better"

[samandcolbyownme]

Ok so what if y/n just got her period and has been in a bad mood all day cause Sam's not home or something like that and he gets home and they cuddle and watch a movie or something. I don't but love you 💜🩷

Warnings: swearing, talk of period, bad mood, mostly fluff

Word Count: 1004 | Unedited

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You rolled over, reaching out for Sam, but you don’t feel him laying next to you.

You lift your head, letting out a sigh as you remembered today was the day he wasn’t going to be home until later on tonight.

You sat up, freezing as you felt that irritating feeling creep through your body. You made your way to the bathroom and lo and behold, it was day one of shark week.

“That’s just fucking great.” You mumbled to yourself, “Fucking..” you reach forward, grabbing a pad, (or a tampon, whatever suits you best!), “Great.”

You stand up, moving to wash your hands before looking at yourself in the mirror. You brush your finger over a new blemish and let out a whiney groan, “whyyy.”

You make your way back to bed, climbing under the covers and reaching to grab your phone. You look at the text from Sam, Have a good day, babe. I’ll see you later, I love you!

You smile slightly, typing back, Good morning. I hope you have a good day. I love you!

You shifted around and that’s when the cramps kicked in. You let out a groan as your legs slide up, curling into a ball as you squeeze your eyes shut, “God, I haaate being a girl.”

After spending the last hour or so scrolling through TikTok and other apps, you found yourself in the kitchen, looking through the cupboards for something to eat.

Nothing sounded good. Nothing looked good.

You grabbed your phone, sitting at the island as you looked for something to have delivered. After picking a few things, you placed your order and made your way into the living room.

Sam texts you, Did you eat breakfast?

You type back, I have stuff being delivered here soon. I woke up to my period and nothing here looked good, so yes, I’ll eat in a little bit.

You set your phone down, scrolling through options of stuff to watch on the tv.

You settled for a movie you’ve seen a few times, mainly because you know you’ll be on your phone anyway.

You couldn’t get comfortable, you kept moving around trying to find the right spot but couldn’t - and it was pissing you off.

“God.. dammit.” You threw the pillow, huffing as you rested your hand on your forehead.

You wanted Sam, and the fact that he couldn’t come home right now was pissing you off even more.

Speaking of, your phone rings and you smile as you see Sam’s face on the screen, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Sam’s voice rings on the other end, “How are you feeling? Sorry I just got a change to check my phone again.”

“Miserable.” You pull your phone away, seeing the notification that your food has been delivered, “But my food is here, so that’s a plus.”

“What did you get good?”

You tell him what you ordered as you walk over to the door to retrieve it, “But yeah, how’s your day going?”

“It’s.. going, I guess.” He laughs slightly, “We just got done with the shoot for the new merch, next we’re heading to meet with the owner of that school.”

“Sounds fun.” You laugh slightly as you put him on speaker so you can eat, “I hope it goes good. That would be really cool if you could buy it.”

“That’s what we’re hoping for.” Sam says, and you can hear Colby in the background, “Hi y/n.”

“Hi, Colby.”

“Alright, babe. We gotta get going. I’ll text you, okay?” Sam states and you nod to yourself, “I’ll be here.” You laugh slightly, “I love you.”

“I love you, get some rest okay. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

Sam hangs up and you lean back on the couch, pouting as you know he won’t be home for another few hours.

After eating, you lay back down on the couch and you end up falling asleep while watching tv, only to be woken up a little bit later by the door opening.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes and you smile as you see Sam, “Hey. What are you doing home?”

He walks over to you, sitting down next to you, “We got out early.”

You smile and tilt your head, “You rescheduled.. didn’t you?”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah. I just couldn’t have you here alone being miserable, but..” he leans back and pulls you into him, “The owner of the school had something come up, so it worked out.”

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head, “You feel any better?”

You nod, letting out a content sigh, “Oh yeah. Most of my mood was you not being here.”

He chuckles and rubs your back, “Yeah, I thought so.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Do you need anything?”

“Nothing but cuddles please.”

“That I can do.” He lays down, pulling you with him and you lay on his body. He pulls a blanket down from the back of the couch and does his best to cover you both up with it.

“Haven’t you watched this movie like a million times?” Sam laughs and you laugh with him, “Maybe, but it was more for background noise.”

“I see, do you want to watch something else, something new?” He reaches forward and grabs the remote and you shrug, “We can, but you can pick.”

“Okay.”

His fingers gently scratch up and down your back as he clicks through, stopping when he finds something he likes, “How’s this?”

“Works for me.” You smile and cuddle up into him more as he sets the remote down, “I’m glad you came home early.”

“Yeah.” He holds you tighter, “Me too.”

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Thanks for reading! I love you all so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

[finleycannotdraw]

we need all types of art in fandoms

[mysticfics0]

shout out to my biggest fans <333

Thank you to @cinnamorollcrybaby and @mommymilker676

[blac-ivy]

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

[bloodyboi]

[serotonins-stuff]

As a boy Katsuki never understood why men cried whenever they saw their bride for the first time.

When it came to his turn to stand at the altar, suited up and slicked back hair,he finally understood why.

His heart is pounding violently against his ribcage, so loud that he can hear it reverberate through his head. His palms were damp, and his gaze stays fixated on the double doers before him. The doors that will soon open to reaveal tge love of his life.

His foot meets floor repeatedly in a tapping motion, and his hands are rough as he shifts his collar side to side. His body litters with goosebumps and involuntary quivers.

He's suddenly grateful for this being a small wedding with only close family and friends. Hewouldn't want a large crowd witnessing his nerves get the better of him.

Kirishima smiles though the tears flowing down his face. He's honored to be the best man on his best friends big day, because that means he gets to see the tough Katsuki find pure happiness and put his walls down for the one he loves. If it's loveenough to make the great lord explosion murdered god dynamitenervous, then it's love that should be cherished.

Katsukis stomach flutters when the pianist begins to play your song. It's time.

He fiddles with the cuffs of his blazer and submerges the urge to run his hand through his perfectly styled hair.

When he locks eyes with you for the first time that day. It feels as if time itself slowed down. In this moment, every ounce of anxiety he had been carrying fades away. You are radiant under the soft orange glow of the sun, your skin shimmering like a precious diamond. His precious diamond.

His heart dances swiftly in his ribcage, touching every nerve in his body with pure love.

He catches a glimpse of your hands nervously fiddling your dress by your sides and remembers that he isn't alone. You, the love of his life, are sharing the same nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

He begins to see you more clearly as you approach him. The soft glow of your eyes, your perfect lips and curves.

And when he hears his name flow so sweetly from your lips he can't help it. He chokes out a sob, and immediately your hands reach up to gently swipe away his tears.

The audience give a numerous amount of awww's, which cause a smile to tug its way onto his lips.

His glossy eyes stared longingly into yours. "You look beautiful" he whispered.

Saying his vows was the hardest part. He just couldn't stop crying, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. You there assuring him and giving him gestures of love. When you started to say your own vows, seeing his redened nose and tear stained face cause tears of your own to flow down your face.

With a gentle yet firm grip his palm finds comfort on the curve of your waist. The minute the officient said you may kiss the bride. Your arms evelop his the soft skin of his neck and your heads tilt to the side as if it's instinct.

This kiss hold a firm yet sweet connection, a silent promise that this love would endure for eternity.

He was finally married to you, his angel, the girl of his dreams. He looked forward to calling you his wife, to starting a family-

Hot tears stream uncontrollably down his face, an eruption of raw emotion he can't contain. His heart swells with overwhelming swarm of love, joy, and deep appreciation, a feeling he once never believed possible.

With a shaky breath, he pulls away softly before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you" he choked "so fuckin much"

You huffed at his cuteness "I love you more Katsuki"

He places one more kiss to your lips, and nuzzles your nose with his.

"Impossible"