#fluff writer

[into-fiction]

something short and ridiculous just for fun. inspired by an idea from @tweenlove-n-hate

also posted on ao3!

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Listen- Galinda isn’t actually sure how it happens, she swears. All she knows is one minute, Elphaba is there, she is standing in the room as Galinda closes her eyes and clenches her toes and waves that stupid, silly training wand through the air. 

One minute, Elphaba is there. The next, there is nothing but the plant. 

Yes. That’s right. A plant. A small, potted plant, of indiscernible species, rich green in color and with four skinny, slightly pointy leaves sticking out of the dirt. 

Galinda gapes at it, looking around as though waiting for Elphaba to jump out and say “gotcha!” She never does. Heart pounding, panic rising, Galinda steps up to the little pot. She leans down so her face is level with its leaves. 

“Elphie?” she whispers. 

The plant does not answer her, but she swears she sees a leaf wave. Fuck. 

She needs to get Fiyero. 

***

“What do you mean you don’t know?” 

“I mean I don’t know, Fiyero! One second Elphaba was here, and the next- poof! She’s gone! And that is sitting in her place!” 

Fiyero groans, rubbing at his temples. “You turned your roommate into a plant.” 

“I didn’t mean to!” Galinda wails. She’s been going crazy all morning, apologizing to the little plant, moving it into the sun, taking it out of the sun when she worried that would burn it. 

“I don’t know how to take care of a plant, Fiyero, help me!” 

“Oh, well, here’s a thought, how about turning her back into a person!” 

“I’ve tried that!” 

“What about Morrible?”

“Morrible? Madame Morrible? She would kill me!” 

“Well- you may have killed Elphaba!”

“I didn’t kill her- she’s right there!”

“As a PLANT!”

The conversation continues in that vein, none of which is all that helpful. Fiyero eventually leaves, saying he’ll see if he can find anyone who knows more than them about plant care. To care. For the plant. Which is also, possibly, maybe, probably, her friend. 

Galinda has owned exactly one plant in her life. It was a cactus. And it died. 

She may or may not be freaking out. 

***

Taking care of plant-Elphie is stressful. 

She needs water but not too much. Sun, but not too much. The room has to be warm, but not too warm. 

Galinda keeps moving the pot around, trying to find the place where it looks and feels the best. She watches closely for any signs, for the stems to wiggle or the leaves to wave. Something. 

“We have class soon, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. It’s been three hours. She’s already losing hair. 

“I know how much you hate to miss class.” Galinda sighs, tapping her nails on her chin in thought. She could just…bring Elphie with her. Surely, their professor wouldn’t mind. She’s quiet, non-disruptive. She can just sit on Galinda’s desk- that way she’ll still be able to listen to the lesson. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan!” 

Galinda continues to chatter to Elphie as she gets ready, frowning when she realizes that the little red pot Elphie is sitting in will clash with her uniform. “Hm.” Galinda doesn’t have time to wait for paint to dry and she has no other appropriately sized and colored pots on hand. 

Rustling around for her spellbook--cringing as she remembers what happened last time--Galinda flips to the bookmarked page for color changes. This is the first spell she ever mastered. Closing her eyes, she carefully casts the spell on the pot. 

Only the pot. 

She blinks one eye open cautiously, carefully, and beams when she sees it’s been a success. The little green plant now sits in a delightfully pink pot. “Perfect!” Galinda cries. She reaches over and pats a leaf gently with a single fingertip. “Pink goes so well with green.”

***

Galinda makes sure to bring Elphie to every class- her friends noting the green girl’s absence but accepting Galinda’s explanation with minimal raised eyebrows and questioning remarks. Galinda keeps a close eye on the pot, making sure it’s not too close to the edge of her desk where someone may bump into it and knock it off. 

In between classes, when usually she’d study with Elphaba, she instead takes some scrap pieces of cloth and stitches Elphie her own little bag, placing it carefully around the pot. She smiles, nodding sharply, and then turns back to her research on reversing spells. 

At lunch, she rocks back and forth on worried heels, eyeing the options and then eyeing the pot. “I don’t think plants eat food, Galinda,” Pfannee reminds her. “Just sun and water.”

“What about fertilizer?”

“Well, that’s to grow, right? How long do you expect Elphie to remain in there?”

He’s right. Galinda sighs. She was meant to go to the library later that day to try and find some new books to help her turn Elphie back. She’s a lovely plant, very pretty really, but Galinda would really rather have a human roommate. 

***

“It’s not working.” Galinda growls under her breath, resisting the urge to run her hands through her perfectly curled hair in frustration. She’s tried every reversal spell she can think of, and Elphie is still a plant. 

At this point- Galinda is going to have to give up and go to Madame Morrible for help. And then she’s really going to want to cry. 

“Oh, don’t be sad, Elphie. I promise I’ll figure it out.”

Galinda has now pinned a small pink bow to Elphie’s pot. Just to make her feel a little prettier. Her leaves were just a touch bland, not that Galinda would ever say anything. She’s not sure why Elphie isn’t a flowering plant. Elphie is much too beautiful to just be a handful of leaves. 

Galinda sighs, slumping down in her chair and reaching over to pull the pot to her chest, one arm wrapped securely around it. “I’ve got you,” she mumbles. “Don’t worry, Elphie. I’ll fix this.”

***

Galinda tries closing her eyes. She tries spinning around. She tries yelling and waving and leaping. She sticks her tongue out. She clenches her butt cheeks. She does just about every trick in the book, wand waving through the air, and she gets no closer to a human Elphie. 

It evening now, and Galinda had almost had a breakdown when she realized there’d be no sun. What if Elphie got cold? What if she got hungry? Plants ate sunlight, right? What if she starved to death overnight?!!

Galinda ends up calling the boys over, getting them to pore over books with her. Elphie sits carefully in front of the stack of books, a pen balanced across the top of her pot because Galinda didn’t want her feeling left out. 

“Anything?” Galinda asks, hours later. 

Both boys shake their heads sadly. Boq leans back on his hands, rolling his neck after hours spent bent over books. Galinda watches him anxiously. She’ll have to tell his girlfriend tomorrow if she still hasn’t fixed this. 

Nessarose deserved to know her sister is a plant. 

Actually. Speaking of--

“Where is Nessa?” she asks. 

Boq blinks at her. “She’s with her father today. He’s in town for something and wanted to meet up, so she’s not getting back until late tonight or early tomorrow morning.”

Oh, right. Elphaba had mentioned something about that. She hadn’t seemed very pleased her father was in town. 

Galinda goes back to her books, muttering spells to herself and glancing up occasionally to see if anything has changed. Elphie remains the same, skinny leaves shining in the lamplight. Eventually, Galinda knows they have to call it quits. 

She’ll need to confess everything in the morning. Dread pools in her stomach at the idea of facing Morrible. 

“Hey, Galinda, I think I figured out what kind of plant she is,” Fiyero calls out. He turns a gardening book around, tapping the page. “She’s an artichoke!” 

Galinda stares, horrified, for all of five seconds before she bursts into sobs. 

***

Perhaps it’s a cruel form of karma. The universe teaching her a lesson for being so very mean those first few weeks of school. 

Galinda shoos the boys out with tears still dripping off her cheeks, slamming the door shut and crossing the room to collapse in front of the little pot. She stares at it, sniffling loudly. 

“I’m so sorry, Elphie,” she says. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

Galinda checks how dry the soil is. She inspects the leaves for any spots or discoloration. She triple checks the thermometer telling her how warm the room is. And then, just in case, she wraps the pot in Elphaba’s favorite gray blanket and places it on her nightstand.

She sings to it as she goes about her nighttime routine, voice echoing through the room. Something soft and loving. Something sweet. And then, when there’s nothing else to do, she sits crosslegged on her bed with the pot in her lap, gazing forlornly at Elphie’s tiny leaves. 

The room feels a bit too big and empty with just her in it. She sniffles again, new tears crowding her eyes. She misses Elphaba, even if it’s really only been a single day. Even if she knows Elphie is right here, in her lap. 

It’s not the same. 

Galinda sucks in a shaky inhale. She blinks quickly, wiping at a stray tear with a knuckle. “Hey, Elphie?” she says quietly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

The plant doesn’t respond, but she really hopes its listening. 

“I really missed you today. We didn’t get to eat breakfast together. Or lunch. Or dinner. And we didn’t study after history. And we didn’t nap together after lunch. And we didn’t take a walk in the gardens before nightfall. And- And-” Galinda swallows hard, a real secret sitting behind her tongue. “And I really missed you.”

She had. It’s the truth. Even running around trying to figure this out all day, she kept turning to look for Elphaba. She kept reaching for Elphaba’s hand. She kept opening her mouth to tell her something or ask a question or seek reassurance. She hadn’t realized how important Elphaba had grown to her everyday life. 

How much Galinda needed her. 

Galinda brushes a fingertip down a soft leaf’s edge. “I need you, Elphie,” she whispers. “Please.”

Her eyes slide shut, her magic swells, and Galinda hopes and hopes and hopes. But when she opens her eyes, all she sees is the same four leaves, still and unmoving and unchanging. 

What if some spells are never reversible? 

Galinda places Elphie gently on her nightstand again, tucking her blanket around her. She has a cup of water waiting nearby in case Elphie is thirsty in the morning. She’s moved her nightstand so it’ll catch the sun’s first rays through the window. 

Lastly, Galinda reaches over and taps her finger gently against the edge of the pot, pulling on her magic and letting a wave of black coat the outer shell of the pot. After all- Elphie would hate to wear pink pajamas to bed. 

“Goodnight, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. “I love you.”

***

Sunlight wakes Galinda slowly, the blonde humming under her breath as she stretches languidly and cracks her jaw on a yawn. She blinks her eyes open, brow scrunching. Was she forgetting something? 

With a gasp, Galinda shoots up, looking over to her bedside table. Which. 

Is empty. 

Galinda screams. 

It echoes around the room, piercing and shrill, her foggy, freshly-woken mind flooded with panic. She’s still screaming when Elphaba bursts out of the bathroom door, toothbrush in her mouth and eyes wild as she searches the room for a threat. 

“What- What is it?! What are you screaming about?” 

Galinda gapes, mouth wide open. She stares and stares, Elphaba staring, bewildered, right back. And. Then. 

Galinda screams. 

It goes on for long enough that Elphaba dives across the bed and slams her hand over Galinda’s mouth. “Galinda!” Elphaba hisses. “You’re going to wake the whole school! What is the problem?”

Her voice softens then, hand loosening. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Galinda thinks she’s still dreaming, actually. “Y-you’re here,” she croaks out. 

“Um. Yes?”

“B-b-but-- The plant?”

Elphaba blinks, rocking back. After a second, her eyes light up with understanding. “Oh! That little guy. Yeah, I put him over there by the window, see? I about knocked him over when I bumped into your nightstand this morning, which- I don’t know why it was all the way out there.”

Galinda follows Elphaba’s finger to a little black pot on the desk by the window, four skinny leaves and a tiny pink bow. “I see you gave him a makeover,” Elphaba teases. 

Galinda swallows hard, mouth dry and head hurting. “He?”

“Uhhh. Or she, that’s fine. I don’t think plants have a preference.”

Galinda thinks she may combust. “You- you aren’t a plant?”

“What?” Elphaba huffs out a startled laugh. “Um, no? No, I’m pretty sure I’m very human.”

Galinda squeaks, scrambling out of her bed. She sways, blinking spots from her vision as Elphaba reaches for her. “You were never a plant?”

“Nnnoo…Galinda are you okay?” 

Galinda looks at the pot. She looks at Elphaba. She looks back at the pot. 

She kind of wants to scream again. 

“I-I-I thought--”

“Wait.” Elphaba’s lips twitch, laughter bubbling in her chest. “Did you think I turned into a plant? That plant?”

Galinda’s veins are shaking. “Yes!”

“Why in all of Oz would you--”

“You weren’t here! You disappeared! And-and- there was just that in your place!”

Elphaba laughs openly now, nearly doubling over in mirth. “Galinda,” she wheezes. “Galinda, I told you I was leaving and going with Nessa into the city. You were so locked in on whatever spell you were practicing that you weren’t paying me any attention.”

Galinda gapes at her, breathless. 

“I got the plant as a joke, remember? From the gardening club?” Elphaba shakes her head fondly. “You weren’t listening to a thing I said yesterday morning, were you?”

Galinda thinks she’d very much like to be a plant now. 

“So, so you were never--” 

“I can assure you, I was never a plant. I was in the city all day. Nessa can vouch for me.”

A beat passes. All the air gusts out of Galinda and she collapses back to the bed with a groan, flopping onto her back and throwing an arm over her face. “I spent all day--” 

Elphaba laughs again. “Well, I guess that explains the black paintjob. Though- a bow? Really?”

Galinda moves her arm to glare upward. “The whole pot was pink yesterday,” she sniffs. 

Elphaba cocks a single eyebrow. 

“Hey! Pink goes well with green.”

At that, Elphaba grins, rolling her eyes fondly. “It so does,” she finishes. 

She’s still chuckling to herself, backlit by morning light in a way that creates a little halo around her figure. Her eyes are mirthful and bright, her teeth flashing in a smile. She looks so--

She’s so--

Oz, Galinda had missed her. 

“Hey, Elphie?” she questions. She swallows hard, looking at the plant one last time. “Tell me a secret.”

“What?” Elphaba blinnks, thrown. “We only do that at night,” she reminds. 

Galinda gives her a shaky, nervous smile. “You weren’t here last night,” she whispers. “And I really missed you.”

Elphaba softens, reaching out and taking Galinda’s hand when the blonde waves it around in the air. She moves closer, standing over Galinda’s flopped down form. “I missed you, too,” she says gently. 

“Really?”

“Really.”

Galinda smiles, dimple popping and eyes crinkling. A feeling like honey spreads through her, slow and warm. She doesn’t want to wait until tonight. She doesn’t want to wait another second. 

“Hey, Elphie?”

“Yeah?”

Galinda slowly turns their joined hands over, palms up, Galinda’s hand cupping Elphaba’s. There, sprouting in the center of Elphaba’s green palm, is a single brilliant poppy. A little plant magic. For luck. 

“What’s this for?” Elphaba asks. 

“For you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The poppy quivers, its petals shaking as Elphaba does. She gapes down at Galinda, emerald eyes wide. Then--

“I love you, too.”

Galinda beams. Elphaba blushes. The poppy dances. On the desk by the window- a little plant stretches just a little taller. 

[writtenbyan-aries]

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’💋

[cceanvvaves]

you know you did fluff right when you giggle at something YOU wrote

[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 :)

ALL SLOTS ARE FILLED! NEW SLOTS WILL BE AVAILABLE ONCE ALL COMMISSIONS ARE FILLED!

[dimlylittorch]

my official WIP folder :3

feel free to ask questions, request snippets, and leave asks for me!! all of my fics are for transmasc readers, and some feature added variations such as, but not limited to: plus sized, sweetheart, virgin, innocent, etc.

My Masterlist🌱

(✅ = completed and posted)

The Debt pt.2 (Silco x reader)

The Little Aristocrat pt.2 (Silco x reader)

Satin Stains (Silco x reader) ✅

Aspirin and Aspirations (Viktor x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Viktor x reader)

Untitled mini writing pt.2 (Viktor x Jayce x reader)

Rusted Hinges for a writing challenge (Logan x reader) ✅

Lumberjack Is the New Look (Logan x reader)

Vintage Varnish (Bucky x reader)

Why Be Hopeless when You Can Be Hopeful? (Bucky x reader)

You’ve Got a Hold on Me (Bucky x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Soap x reader)

Simple Save (Soap x reader)

Secret Depths (Soap x reader)

Reflections (Ghost x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Ghost x reader)

Holiday From Hell (Price x reader)

New Buyer (Price x reader)

Check Out or Return? (König x reader)

Flavorless (König x reader)

Unfounded Flirtation (Bruce Wayne x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Bruce Wayne x reader)

Mark The Page (Din Djarin x reader)

Untitled mini writing (Din Djarin x reader)

extra details:

I currently have 9 requests that I am also working on! I promise I’m not ignoring them. I want to do right by them, and sometimes my brain refuses to comply :3

I don’t have a set timeline for any of my fics, but here is where I’m at on them all:

The Debt pt.2 {not started yet}

The Little Aristocrat pt.2 {being written}

Satin Stains {posted}

Aspirin and Aspirations {on hold}

Untitled mini writing {on hold}

Untitled mini writing pt.2 {starting on}

Rusted Hinges {posted}

Lumberjack Is the New Look {not started yet}

Vintage Varnish {being written}

Why Be Hopeless when You Can Be Hopeful? {not started yet}

You’ve Got a Hold on Me {starting on}

Untitled mini writing {on hold}

Simple Save {on hold}

Secret Depths {not started yet}

Reflections {not started yet}

Untitled mini writing {on hold}

Holiday From Hell {on hold}

New Buyer {being written}

Check Out or Return? {starting on}

Flavorless {not started yet}

Unfounded Flirtation {not started yet}

Untitled mini writing {being written}

Mark The Page {being written}

Untitled mini writing {starting on}

Color Code and meanings:

{on hold} = the concept or story has been written somewhat or part way, but i am struggling with writers block

{not started yet} = the idea/concept has been written, no actual plot line yet

{starting on} = the story/concept is in its early stages, maybe a few paragraphs at most

{being written} = the story is being written, only waiting on me being able to sit down and write it

{almost done} = the story is almost completed, i just need to write the ending or do some editing

{posted} = the fic is completed and available to read, the link is on my masterlist or here

[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 💚🖤

[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

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₍ ⌨ ᶻᶻᶻ [𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟] is typing ... ₎

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⥃⿻ ﹗ you can call me strawb . 🍓

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⿻・i am transmasc gay and taken! 💌

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⥃⿻ ﹗i also draw! . 🍓

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││•pedophilia

││•heavy gore

││•anything with vomit

││•i also will refuse anything else that makes me uncomfortable

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[atlas-affogato]

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

[writtenbyan-aries]

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! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[dimlylittorch]

ugh i love you sm i needed to hear this <3

p.s. my newest bucky barnes fic is up :3

if you only want to write smutty drabbles, write smutty drabbles. if you don't want to write smut at all, don't write smut. if you want to write tropes that have been written 85838593929 times, write them. if you've already written a specific trope and want to write it again, do it. if you want to write for a character but feel like there's no demand for that character, do it anyway. don't feel pressured to reach a certain word count, don't feel pressured to stick to a posting schedule. you're literally doing this for FREE, in your free time. whatever YOU want your writing/fanfiction experience to be is valid - it doesn't have to be like everyone else's, and you don't have to cater to what you think people want 🫶🏻

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[kayywaiii]

haiii !!! call me kake or kay :3 ! she/her + they/them (e for everyone blog!) ((light swearing)) [my latest work : 15 minutes ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ] 𓍢˚꩜.｡ .ᐟ what am i listening to? ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - going under, evanscence (what i listen to while writing)

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

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