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fatalitysficbakery · 7 months

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Bad For Me. —

Jordan Li x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst (questionable, not there)/fluff/SMUT.

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

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She forces her way through the crowds, feeling herself bump into more than one frat boy being obnoxious on the dance floor, when she's finally pushed her way from everyone, her eyes darting around to the bar's seating area, not too many were there on account of the drinks keeping them busied.

She sighs until her attention is taken by a friend waving her over. Fixing the cowboy hat on her head, she makes her way over to them, a gentle smile on her face taking one of the seats next to Emma.

She doesn't notice them at first until she looks up and her smile immediately drops when they wink at her.

"Y/n? Earth to Y/n?" Marie snaps in front of her taking her attention away from the supe.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"I'm here, ma. I was...distracted. Far too many frat boys in that crowd."

"You didn't see anything you liked out there?" Emma asked, draping her arm around Y/n and passing her a shot.

Y/n smirks, downing her shot, head leaned against Emma's when she speaks, her eyes close for a second, meeting Emma's the moment they open again, shaking her head, "Nah, sweetheart. Ain't nothing for me on that floor, you know me."

"I do. You're very picky."

"I like it that way."

As she talks, a pair of eyes track her every movement like a hawk's, eyes barely leaving her to scope out the scene, when they do look away, it's like something pulls them right back to her, which was the wildest thing to them in all honesty. They'd disliked the supe the moment they first met. There was something about her that just pissed them off.

"You been awfully quiet, Jor." Cate speaks up, leaning forward to observe their every move. "Shifty eyes too. What's up?"

"I just need a shot. That reason enough?"

"I'll take it. For now."

Jordan's eyes roll, and now they're really trying their hardest not to look over at the witch, she had psychic abilities, they were sure she'd had them pinned the moment they talked, and if she did, she didn't let it on, looking at them curiously for a fraction of a moment that felt like hours in Jordan's eyes, every time her eyes met them it felt like she could see through to their soul, rip them open and dissect every flaw.

"I could...go get us some?" She offers, moving from her spot leaned on Emma, legs crossed one over the other. Cate's eyes break from Jordan knowingly, but no one really says a word, what's understood, after all...

"You stare any harder your eyes will pop out of your skull, kid." Cate pats the poor thing on the shoulder, grin stretching cheek to cheek.

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Jordan despises you, they despise your very existence, the way your platinum blonde curls frame your face, making your dark brown skin pop out in a way that could distract God from his toughest battles, your lips full and always glossed, black lipliner a staple combo for you, they'd noticed. They'd noticed a lot about you and that's what they hated. You were insufferable in a way that left their mouth watering for more.

A puzzle they were determined to solve.

When you had come back with the shots, they weren't surprised that you caught somebody's eyes. That's another thing they hated about you, they hated that anybody else could look at you and notice the beauty they'd been trying their damndest not to notice.

When you were about to sit down again, some jock who Jordan noticed had been eyeing you for quite some time comes over, and Jordan wasn't exactly happy about it.

It happened so quick, everyone and no one was surprised when it did.

"I was wondering, if you, pretty thing would like to dance with little ole me?" He had the most infuriating southern accent possible and Jordan's jaw set immediately upon hearing it, stood up before you could utter an sentence in response, their form towering over you now as they look up at the douchebag, blonde with blue eyes and overwhelming steroids abuse.

"Move along, alright?" Jordan has a grin of all things on their face, like this was merely entertainment to them, their arms casually draping across your shoulder as if it was meant to be there.

"I was talking to the lady, Li."

"Yeah? You're talking to me now, Jeremy. You okay with that?"

Throughout this all, Y/n hadn't really uttered word, in complete shock that this was happening, I mean this was the same person that had just called you a nuisance a day prior.

"Man, I don't want a problem."

"So don't make one." Jordan's gaze burns into his soul, jaw clenched and eyes darker than they'd been before, they smile, eyes narrowing further.

Jeremy scoffs, turning to walk back off with his friends.

You just look up at Jordan in disbelief, mouth opened slightly.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After that night Jordan was strangely quiet, you hadn't heard a peep out of them since then, no smartass remark, insult, it was complete silence. Though they lingered. Loomed.

It wasn't until you were pulled into an empty classroom, their scent taking up residence in your every sense, it's hard to pin what it reminds you of but you know what it feels like, and it's the most cliche thought you've ever had.

They just stared at you for a moment like they're trying to get a read on you, size you up, you feel exposed, naked as the day you were born despite the sweater she wore.

"You...You make me so unbelievably angry."

"I do? That's what this is? Anger?" You cock your head to the side, a smile threatening to appear on your lips, eyes so deep they drown in them. Jordan hisses, bringing you closer to them, their breath tickling your skin.

"Yeah that's what that is. Anger. We need to talk."

"I agree. Let's."

Jordan hoists you up onto the table, staring you down like it was their job to, before they speak, you beat them to the punch. "That was wild...What you did last weekend at the bar. For you especially. Wanna address it?"

"What? I didn't want him anywhere near you. So?"

"Since when did I become your problem?" You ask, your hands in your lap almost protectively like you were skeptical of how the situation would go, they could pratically smell the nerves on you, and it made them all the more...needy. Like you were the sundae to satiate their sweet tooth, before they knew it, their arm was snaking around your waist tugging you closer to them.

"You became my problem the second you got here, and I can't seem to get rid of you. I don't know what you're doing to me, darlin' but I..."

"You what?"

Their forehead presses against yours, holding you even tighter against them like you'd crumble if they were to let you go, something so fragile that only they could protect it. That's what you were to them. "I need you. Horribly. And it fucking sucks to have to admit it but there's...there's something about your freshie. Something that latches onto me and doesn't let go. Can't you feel it?"

"I always have." You respond coolly, your hand wrapping around their bicep, and it's absolutely far too late to turn back now nor do either of you want to. Neither of you want to ruin this.

"Then the jokes on me, huh Pretty girl?" They chuckle, pushing your legs apart to stand between them, they trap you between their arms their face unbelievably close to yours, "How could I not understand just how badly I needed you, sweetheart? You're something worse than a drug and I think we need to leave before I tear you apart right here right now." Their voice is deep in your ears, something that vibrates within you like a freight train.

There was nothing in their tone to suggest that they weren't completely serious in their quest to drag you off, you could see their self control dwindling before your very eyes and you knew that if it weren't soon, you'd be bent over a desk in some room a poor janitor would have to clean up later.

It's silent for a breath, but their hold on you only grows tighter, possessive like they were afraid of you vanishing.

Their breath kisses your skin, words a soft promise of their undoing.

"My place."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

It wasn't my fault, I don't know when the lines had become so muddied but having her by my side just felt insanely right to me, her perfume blanketing over me and imbedding every fucking detail of the witch into my psyche so deep I can never seem to get rid of it, and as she sat beside me singing her heart out to the radio, it furthers my obsession, she, my vice, and the neverending subject of my every thought.

She says something but I don't quite hear it, her scent drowns it all out, euphoria washes over me, and I can hear her rambling on about everything and nothing like she's already so comfortable in my presence.

My hand rests on her thigh, and I tune back in just enough to hear her ask me with a knowing smirk on her face like she could see right through me and then some, and I wouldn't be shocked if she could. That was the thing about her, she was always one step ahead and that's what pulled me to her.

"You weren't listening to a damn thing I said were you, Li?" She asked, leaning forward to look at me better, observing me so intensely I could feel myself growing an unbelievably deep shade of red that kinda irritated me. Maybe that's why I disliked her so much at first. She was the first person here to make me feel things I didn't wanna allow myself to ever feel, especially not with the path my life was headed.

It was her that made me wanna break all my rules, and I've always been a control freak. It was annoying to feel her pushing so hard at walls I thought I'd built so indestructibly. -- Now here she was looking at me with that damned smile of hers, staring through me and making me question everything I've ever known.

"I- Yeah, Um nah. I was a little distracted, I admit." I chuckle too nervously for my own liking, one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing the pretty thing's thigh; I always get a hit when she looks at me like I hold the world in the palm of my hands, and I can just feel my throat squeezing shut, my self control something so fragile when I'm near her.

"I see. What's on your mind?"

She asked me what was on my mind, I think that's when it snapped. I knew about this little hideaway, a spot away from the lights and the threat of being seen, and before I even realized it that's where we were, a shaded space away from everything with the woman I'd been fantasizing about for way too damned long for my liking, she was gonna be the fucking death of me if I didn't fix this.

"Cute. You know what's on my mind. Get your ass over here."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

She was in their lap within a breath or two, the car wasn't particularly spacious but it was enough for the two of them, a mess of desire ripping off each other's clothes with intent, it was almost like something necessary needed for them survive, something akin to oxygen itself.

Their hand reaches up to tug her head back, hands entangled in her curls, forcing her to look into their eyes directly.

"Ride me." The statement was so simple, so effortlessly whispered between them and it didn't...it didn't get to hang in the air too long either, unrequited was something this situation knew nothing of.

Her body was pressed so closely against them it was almost suffocating, her forehead against theirs when she was fully on top of them. Her chest heaves, their breathing and the sound of the music the only thing heard in the car, and it seemed they were determined to be the loudest things there.

They let out a sharp hiss when their cock is finally exposed to the air and it takes not even a moment for her cunt, dripping so shamelessly, to hover over their hardened length, leaving a heat so lethal to wash over them.

They grip their hand around her neck, tugging her even closer, eyes searching hers with an intensity so palpable it could be cut with a knife. Their hands roam over her like they'd been itching to explore her for a while now and god had they ever been. They'd been absolutely thirsting for it.

"Safeword. Let me hear it."

"I don't know, fucking lime?"

She and Jordan look at each other silently, the hand on the clock ticking ahead before both burst into laughter, Jordan's hands gripping her hips tightly within their palms, the way they look at each other intense, heated, and filled with mutual affection for the other party. "Lime? Fucking lime?"

"You asked for a safeword, I panicked!"

"Yeah?" Their finger trails down her neckline, eyes locking on hers, hands moving her hips in time with their thrusts, a low groan tumbling out of their lips, fingers digging into her asscheeks, pulling as close as they could get her. Closer, if possible.

The way her words die out on her lips, their free hand wrapping around her neck, taking in Y/n's scent, they get closer.

"God you're so fucking cute. Look at that, you're speechless for once in your life. No talking back right now, sweetheart?"

"You...I want you to kiss my ass." She responds, but her voice is weakened, an air of vulnerability washing over her. Jordan catches onto it without much effort on their part, one look at the poor thing and it was clear she was nothing more than putty in their hands. Melting right between their fingers.

"You and I both know you can do better than that. You have done better than that...Where's that spark now, doll?"

Their hand reaches down to pinch her clit between their fingers, breath ghosting over their lips, a shit-eating mischievous-looking smirk on their face, they can practically feel her ending begin.

"Speak up, baby. Be loud for me."

Their hips angle for her g-spot, and with a particularly hard push, they feel her clench around them, cock twitching sensitively when she grips them like a vice and she obliges their requests, singing a pretty little song, all for their utter euphoria.

The way her face twists up, eyebrows knitting, and eyes squeezed tight, lips parted to let a scream out, one so desperately needy it sends them over the edge immediately, their seed spilling into the witch and arms grabbing her tighter without any intent to let go.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

They had to spar the day after, the little witch could feel her limbs aching with every step she'd taken and unfortunately it was only going to get worse; She could see Jordan looking at her with a determination so familiar in their gaze that it made her shiver. She knew she wasn't safe despite what had happened last night.

"Seriously?" She glances at them, narrowing her eyes their way.

"You're not safe because you're sexy, get your ass up."

Y/n silently nods to herself, standing up to get herself prepared, sighing airily, that familiar confident grin shows up on her face. "Fine. Let me beat your ass and shut you the fuck up."

"That shouldn't be so... C'mon, let's go. You're going down, freshie."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: happy 21st birthday to me bitchhhh!!!!!!!!!!! here's my lil late lil birthday fic I guess <33.

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magicalgirlmascot · 9 months

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Okay normally I'm largely ambivalent towards fics and stuff that are Not For Me and I don't like publicly calling out stuff just because I personally don't like it but girl

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What on god's green earth is this and why the FUCK is it tagged Bionicle

#look ethics of rpf aside i just want to know why its tagged bionicle. yes i went and read it and no there is no bonkle content in it #theres a comment on the first chapter like 'hey bestie why is this tagged bionicle' and the author responded with #'oh im going to include bionicle content in future updates :)'#BUT LIKE WHY THO. IS TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET GOING TO VOICE TAHU IN A REBOOT. IS PLAYBOI CARTI GOING TO BECOME A TOA.#IS MATTHEW M WILLIAMS GOING TO GET ISEKAI'D TO METRU NUI. WHAT THE FUCK.#like i say normally i dont post shit about other people's fanfic. do what you want.#but i just cant here. what are you DOING. WHY IS THIS TAGGED BIONICLE.#maybe it would be less of a big deal if this was a bigger fandom but as it is there are just shy of 600 fics tagged bionicle #and a not insignificant amount of those are big multifandom crossovers where one (1) bonkle shows up for like a chapter #and similar. im so tired. the fifth most popular dbz ship has the same amt of fics as the entire bionicle fandom dont do this to us

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jazzystudios82 · 28 days

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📣 I’VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!! 📣

I’m now doing writing requests!! 🎉

What does this mean exactly? Well, starting tomorrow, I’ll be accepting requests to write one shots, head canons, and so on.

However, please keep in mind that I haven't fully figured out the rules yet, but when I do, I'll post them not too long after this one comes out.

And for those curious about what series I'll write for, you can just check this page that shows which fandoms I plan to write fan fiction for.

Anyway, stay tuned ~

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goteique · 2 years

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‹ WEBTOON, MANWHA ›

Cross the line Owen Knight,Vinny Hong,Jay Jo,Dom Kang,Joker,Wooin]

Just a little longer ft. Heinrey, Mckenna, Kosiar, Kaufman, Ergi, Riftan;

‹ ANIME ›

〹 ONESHOTS.

Black blood ft. ginoza nobuchika: psycho pass

gold rush ft. rei suwa: buddy daddies

〹 HEADCANONS.

if not now then when ft. kuroko's basketball

Our skin touch & We ignite. ft. vanitas no carte

reflections ft.tokyo ghoul.

〹 DRABBLES.

home is wherever you are tonight. ft. shanks

‹ NON-ANIME ›

HAUNTED ft. Xavier Thorpe: WEDNESDAY

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mandofury · 2 years

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My two stages when I try to write:

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atzloverr · 1 month

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My favorite fics/blogs!!!

(multifandom)

The answer by @berryunho

this might me by favorite ateez fic y’all… It’s literally so GOOOODDDDD I’m obsessed… (atz x reader, cult au)

@freyaphoria

this entire blog is everything !! (never stop posting girl your stories are amazing) lovely yandere atz x reader stories

@yankpop

A blog with lots of yan bts x reader and I’m here for it!

Abundance by @angelicyoongie

ot7 hybrid bts x reader, I’m literally obsessed with this story and I still hope that the author picks it up again 😭

Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea

(ao3) LOVE this ot8 ateez x reader fic!! The story is so good I’ve literally cried reading it…

Polarity

(ao3) yandere Jungkook x reader. I don’t need to say more. Read it.

The obsidian pearl by @angelicyoongie

yandere mermaid!Seokjin x reader, only a few chapters, but still amazing!!!

Complete

(wattpad) I don’t know how many times I’ve reread this story… It’s my comfort fic i think😭 a bts x reader soulmate au fic.

The four kingdoms

(wattpad) another AMAZING bts x reader story. This fic is the first part of the “blue eyes” series, and I’ve read all four parts like a million times… The following parts:

pyramids, dynasty, mist (mist isn’t finished)

Seven sins

(wattpad) seven deadly sins!bts x reader.

Blood ink

(wattpad) tattoo artist!Jungkook x reader, gang au

Circus by @lani-heart

A sweet (and angsty) fic about ot8 hybrid!ateez x reader!!! I highly recommend it! (ongoing)

@cheollipop

suuuuuch a good blog, has atz x reader and some svt x reader

@angelicyoongie

Amazing bts x reader stories!!! (two of them are mentioned in this post lol)

@xosannie

lovely nsfw ateez x reader, I’m so happy I found this blog likeeee, obsessed with their work dirty little secret (mingi x reader)

Guerilla by @sorryimananti-romantic

serial killer!Yunho x reader, literally obsessed with this and their entire blog!!!! And I’m Yunho biased so this hit the spot

@bro-atz

One of if not THE best atz nsfw x reader fics… Literal art, go follow right now!!!

Heavy and sticky by @k-hotchoisan

some filthy Seonghwa x reader smut!!!

When flowers bloom in the dark by @makeitmingi

Already so invested in this mafia au Hongjoong x reader story. Only two chapters so far but I really like it!!

Atz as boyfriends (nsfw ver) by @sorryimananti-romantic and @eightmakesonebraincell

explicit ateez ot8 headcannons (I’m obsessed)

I’ll update this post if I find new works that I enjoy!

my masterlist

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fine-nephrit · 21 days

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🥏 Where to find good XF fanfics

👽 On Tumblr

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Character Manifesto - Dana Scully: a character analysis and 10 Scully-centric fic recs, categorized by "best of .." selections. Amazing format and choices!

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bachlava's awesome fic rec essays, covering classic fics and slash fics

ShipRecced blog's classic MSR fics and newer MSR fics recs

luminary's 16-fic rec post

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Anna Otto's favorite stories

Syntax6's rec list @syntax6

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the Rookery - Favorite Authors: nice commentary on a list of classic fic writers

X-Files Fanfiction 101: an intro guide to fic categories and what to read for each

The Primal Screamers: a fun site run by a mailing list that hosts fic recs with blurbs, and a 'Coffee Talk' section full of delightful discussions of canon

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👽 Special Mention

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solarplanet2 · 1 month

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DC PROMPT

For some reason The batkids were transported to another universe where there's no Batman BUT The Batkids exists.

They found out Bruce is a Civilian.

Dick: So let me get this straight....B is not a vigilante?

Au!Dick: yes

Dick: and you still became Nightwing?

Au!Dick: Yes?

Jason: Bullshit! How did you became Robin!?

Au!Damian: What?

Tim: He meant how did you become Vigilantes without Batman?

Au!Tim: We did this for Dad!

Au!Jason: Don't tell us you didn't either!!

Dick: Bruce was the one who did it first! He trained us!

Au!Dick: How could you do that to Bruce!? He's a fragile little thing!

Jason: Fragile my ass!

Just a little concept because I have read a fanfic about it. It's really good and I like how the Batkids were protective of little Brucie.

Credits to the author!

If there's any similar fics please let me know!

#dc fics #dc #batfam #batman #batkids #au

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marya-blackbone · 4 months

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iron dad fic recs i swear by

when my body won't hold me anymore (where will I go) - madasthesea - Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) [Archive of Our Own] - the one where tony grieves

make it rain - ciaconnaa - Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the one where tony tries to lend peter money

Shelter From the Storm - blondsak - Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the one where tony thinks peter is homeless

Take it easy, take it easy - OffToNewPastures - Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the post-snap one where peter and tony take care of each other

A Dollop of Ice Cream - Areias - Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the one where they go for ice cream

diamond rings and gutter bones - marya_blackbone - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own - the one where Tony clears out the Parker apartment

decidedly dad-like behaviour - RandomRuth - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own] - the one from rhodey’s perspective

And Know Not Me - Verity_Kindle - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own] - the one where tony protects peter without letting him know

It's Always the Little Things - Uncertainty_Principle - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own] - the one where peter contracts an alien virus

built from scraps - robinbuckley - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own] - the one where tony gets dusted instead of peter

good kid name - rainwaiter - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own] - the accidental baby acquisition one

The Chasm Between - TheSleepingOwl - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own - the one where peter joins a fight club

Series

tell me what you want what you really really want - mindshelter - Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the one where peter has no friends

coffee clusterfuck - toast_boy - Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the one where peter’s brain needs its fast juice

his greatest creation - jessmariano - Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the bio dad one from birth to Afghanistan

What We Are - YellowDistress - Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) [Archive of Our Own] - the bio dad one from birth to snap

as always, no author appears twice, so definitely check out their other works! if you want to see my full list of iron dad bookmarks, click here.

#iron dad #iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad #tony stark #peter parker #spider man #did i sneak a self plug in?#no...#fic recs

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sagemoderocklee · 5 months

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GaaLee Fanfics for Gaza // Fic WiPs for Falastin // Pre-Order for Palestine: Return to Sender Sequel // E-Sims for Extras

This post is up to date as of 7/20/2024.

In an effort to help Palestinian families who are trying to raise funds to evacuate from Gaza due to the occupations continued genocide, I have decided to offer up GaaLee fanfiction for anyone who donates. My goal with this campaign is to focus on a small group of GFMs at a time in order to better focus the financial impact on these families and their campaigns.

There are, at present, four ways to donate:

GaaLee Fics for Gaza

Fic WiPs for Falastin

Pre-Order: Return to Sender Sequel

E-Sims for Extras

The first and second options are part of @ficsforgaza. This is an incredible organized, multifandom effort that updates regularly with various writers offering fics for donations. If you are not interested in donating for a GaaLee fic, please check out the other authors working with @ficsforgaza.

The third and fourth option focus on new content for older and already completed fics. The third option focuses on a single family, who have struggled a great deal in obtaining funds. The fourth and final option focuses on E-sims, which are desperately needed so many months into the genocide in Gaza. The cheapest option for e-sims is $9.

Here is the list of families GaaLee Fics fo Gaza and Fic WiPs for Falastin will be focused on. For the RtS Pre-order, see the next campaign after the list. For e-sims, please check out GazaSims.

Note: While only two of these families on this list have been vetted by someone on tumblr, I have been in contact with each and every one of these families on Instagram for months. I have spoken at length with them on a regular basis, followed them, and witnessed their first hand accounts in their stories and in posts they share. If you wish to speak with me about any family for verification, please DM me. I would rather you contact me and ask than overlook a family because of any doubts you might have.

Donate to:

Amal is 24 years old with two beautiful daughters. Her goal is $50,000 and (at the time of posting) she has raised $9,195.* (*Link updated)

The Wishah family is a family of 8, which includes their surviving cat. Their goal is €71,500 and (at the time of posting) they have raised €12,253. (vetted by @/el-shab-hussein)

Nourhan is raising funds to help her family of 9 evacuate. Her goal is €70,000, but (at the time of posting) she has only raised €25.

The Rozan family is a beautiful family of six, including children and teens, trying to evacuate. The family's goal is €38,000 and (at the time of posting) they have raised €5,915. (vetted by @/el-shab-hussein)

Rawan is a 15 year old girl doing everything she can to raise the funds for her family of 6, which includes her younger brothers. Rawan's goal is $30,000 CAD, and (at the time of posting) she has raised $6,159 CAD.

Omar just turned 20, as today (4/26) is his birthday. He is a friend of Rawan's and is raising funds to evacuate himself and his family. His goal is €20,000, and (at the time of posting) he has raised €11,022.

Mona is a mother of three trying to evacuate herself, her children, her husband, and her sick mother. Her goal is $50,000, but (at the time of posting) she has only raised $609.

Wafa is a single mother from Gaza trying to raise funds to evacuate herself and her daughter. Her campaign is in Danish krone with an exchange rate of kr6.97 for every US $1. Her goal is kr100,000 (=$14,345.56), and (at the time of posting) she has only raised kr5,562 (=$797.90).

Somaya needs help to evacuate herself and her two children. Her goal is $40,000, and (at the time of posting) she has received $2,085.

Jehad is 20 years old and doing everything he can to try and help his family. They are struggling against the awful conditions, especially his younger sister, Farah, who is disabled. His goal is €40,000 and at the time of posting he has only received €1,093.

Fadi is only 17 and was recently injured in the ongoing assault against Gaza. He broke his leg, which now has pins in it for him to heal. He is raising funds for his family and his goal is €30,000, but he has only received a small €128 in donations.

Seham is a young woman from Gaza doing her best for her family. Her goal is £40,000 yet she has only raised £835 at the time of posting.

Nour is Rawan's (line 5) 12 year-old cousin. She is working so hard on IG to raise funds for her family. She recently became a big sister again, and her younger sister was born in a tent. At the time of posting, her campaign is at $4,610 of its $50,000 goal.

Tala Al-Haj is a friend of Rawan's (line 5). Like Rawan, she is 15 and experiencing unimaginable horrors. On top of that, her previous GFM sponsor was untrustworthy and what little she'd managed to raise previously had to be refunded after this betrayal. Tala has taken it upon herself to help her family, and has decided to trust again and made a new GFM with a new sponsor. Please help her regain both the donations she needs and her faith in people. At the time of posting, her campaign is at $227 of it's $80,000 goal.

Mustafa's wife, Esraa, has worked tirelessly to raise funds for her and her family. Her two children are suffering through this genocide, and she and her husband only wish to see them safe. After much struggle, Esraa has finally started to receive donations and has begun to receive more help, but she is still far from her goal. At the time of posting, this campaign is at €9,184 of it's €25,000 goal.

Pre-Order for Palestine: Return to Sender Sequel Donations to be Made to Dr. Maryam and her family's evacuation fund.

Dr. Maryam is a doctor living in Egypt working tirelessly to evacuate her surviving family from Gaza. Due to the occupations continued genocide, her mother and one of her nephews was martyred, her father needs medical care due to shrapnel in his body and age, and recently, one of her family members gave birth in a tent. Maryam's campaign has struggled to reach its goal of €40,000. Originally, her goal was higher, but due to the slow nature of donations, she lowered it in the hopes she can meet her goal more quickly. Maryam works long hours as a doctor, and has repeatedly told me, heartbroken and exhausted, that she 'saves lives everyday but can't save [her] family'.

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For more information on how each of these campaigns will work, please check below the cut. If you are not familiar with my writing, you can check it out here.

If you have any questions after reading below the cut, please feel free to DM me or send an ask.

You can find the donation & fic tracker for this here.

GaaLee Fics for Gaza

This is a fairly straight-forward donation campaign. Donate at least the minimum amount to any of the above families (or multiple of the above families), and I will write you a GaaLee fanfic. Below are more details:

Minimum donation is $5USD. Any donation to a campaign run in a different currency must still meet the minimum in USD. Send proof of donation to me via DMs. The screenshot must clearly show your name and the amount as a finalized payment.

No NSFW.

Only GaaLee fics, Gaara-centric fics, or Lee-centric fics. Side pairings are fine, assuming it's a side-pairing I typically write (ShikaTema, NejiTen, KakaGai) and not a NOTP in order to ensure the speed and quality of the fic.

AUs and canon-verse are fine. No Bortuo.

Fics will be 2,000 words minimum, but depending on the prompt may go up to 5,000.

Donating more than $5 will not change the word count, unless it is a generous donation (ie. $50 or more) and/or you donate to all 12 families above. However, bear in mind this will prolong the writing process.

Donations to multiple families counts as separate fics, or you can combine these donations into a longer fic. Again, bear in mind longer fics will take more time.

You may request a fic idea of your own, or if you do not have one you may request a fic from my 'ideas doc' which I will pick at random.

I reserve the right to refuse a prompt for any reason including: not feeling comfortable with writing it; not agreeing with the characterization; finding the prompt offensive, and so on.

You cannot make a $20 donation for a GaaLee Fic for Gaza and use that same donation towards Fic WiPs for Falastin or the RtS sequel. Those must be separate.

DM me proof of donation. No anonymous donations. As this is now in conjunction with @ficsforgaza proof of donation will be shared with them. I also have my own personal tracker, which you can find here.

If you would like to remain anonymous on my personal fic tracker, please let me know right away.

There is currently no cap to how many fics I will write, but that is subject to change in the event this blows up (which I don't expect).

Fic WiPs for Falastin

If you were already following along with this campaign when I was offering a bid for an update, then this is similar in nature. However, instead of an individual bidding on a fic, this is a collective effort wherein every person's donation counts towards a total number of words written leading to a WiP being updated. In other words, multiple people can now work to sponsor an update for any number of my on-going WiPs (listed below, list subject to change).

Minimum donation is $5USD for 250 words towards a fic update. Any donation to a campaign run in a different currency must still meet the minimum in USD. Send proof of donation to me via DMs. The screenshot must clearly show your name and the amount as a finalized payment.

For every $5 dollars added to the minimum donation, I will write another 250 words. This price is based on the nature of my writing and the amount of research involved with the fics listed for updating. If an update is estimated at 20,00 words then a collective donation amount of $80USD must be met.

A single donation towards a sponsored update cannot be combined for a GaaLee Fic for Gaza or for the RtS sequel.

DM me proof of your donation and include which fic you wish to have said donation go towards being updated. Because this is in conjunction with @ficsforgaza I will be sharing any proof of donation with them and no donations can be made anonymously. You can find the donation tracker here.

Despite the plethora of WiPs I have, this campaign will only be focused on a handful of fics, listed below. Please do not request an update for a fic that is not on the list.

Sponsoring an update does not mean you will be given any input on the update. For instance, you cannot make a request for something specific to happen in the fic.

If you would NOT like to be listed as a sponsor on the update or specifically named on the tracker, please let me know ahead of time. This is incredibly important work, and I would like to acknowledge the people who support these families with a shout out, but understand if you would rather not be mentioned.

If at anytime I feel the need to pause accepting donations, I will make an announcement, but at the moment this will be open for any of the below fics.

Fics to Sponsor and donation target:

Absolution ($100USD; ets 25k words) Update: Ch6+Ch7 have been donated towards. Next chapter available for donation is Ch8

The Art of Love ($60USD; est 15k words)

Blood on the Branches ($26USD; est 6,500 words)

It Eats Your Heart ($52USD; est 13k words)

Thirteen Strokes ($100USD; est 25k words)

Pre-Order for Palestine: Return to Sender Sequel

This particular campaign is similar to the sponsored campaign, however, with a targeted goal--sort of like a kick starter.

In an effort to help Dr. Maryam, I am offering a sequel to my most popular fic, Return to Sender. This sequel will be a long shot, or a long one-shot for those not familiar with the term, set after the end of RtS. It will be a light, fluff piece, focusing on their life after the events of the fic. It will not be plot heavy, and is designed to be a feel-good piece.

For this unplanned sequel to be published, a collective amount of donations totaling €200 must be met. This is in order to maximize the impact on Dr. Maryam's campaign, which has consistently struggled to reach higher sums despite the tireless work Dr. Maryam and her brother, Omar, have both put into it. The guidelines for how this campaign works are essentially the same as the Fic WiPs, with the exception to this being a goaled campaign.

At the moment, I do not have an exact idea of how long this fic will be, but likely between 15k-20k words. Again, this is a collective effort, and no one is expected to donate the full €200.

For every additional €100 over the aforementioned goal (ie the campaign reaches €300 with proof of donation), I will write an additional story set within the RtS timeline. For instance, I might write one of the scenes already written from Gaara's PoV, or I might write something that happened off-screen, such as the rescue of Lee that took place between chapter 9 and 10.

As with the above two campaigns, donations to Dr. Maryam cannot be combined with the other two, proof must be sent to me, and requests will not be accepted for what happens in the fic. The minimum donation amount GFM allows is $5/€5, so that is the minimum bid for this campaign. Again, you can find the donation tracker here.

E-Sims for Extras

This particular campaign focuses on connecting Palestinians in Gaza to the world via e-sim donations. As of 7/20/24, the genocide has lasted for nearly 10 months and Gaza's infrastructure has been utterly destroyed. From hospitals and schools to sewage, the genocide of Palestinians in Gaza is many fold: if it's not bombs, it's famine; if it's not famine, it's a lack of healthcare.

In order to help Palestinians remain connected to each other and the world, e-sims are vital. However, there is a shortage of e-sims now, almost a year after the start of this genocide.

An e-sim is an easy way to help Palestinians, and the starting price for this campaign is the minimum amount of an e-sim of $9. This campaign follows the same rules as the above campaigns, however, like the campaign for Dr. Maryam, this one is focused not on new fics or updates to WiPs, but on new content for completed projects* (RtS not included, as that's reserved for Dr. Maryam's family's campaign).

So if there's a fic of mine you absolutely loved and just couldn't get enough of, now is your chance to get more! The options for "more" include off-screen scenes, scenes rewritten from another character's PoV, and scenes from before the start of the fic or after.

In order to donate, please check out gazasims website and remember that I also will require proof of donation. When you buy the e-sim, please remember you MUST email the QR code to [email protected] and do NOT activate it. Activation by someone in Gaza is not required for the e-sim donation to count towards fic, as that can take time.

Word count is not based on the amount donated for this particular campaign, due to the nature of it. However, donating an e-sim worth $20 or more will grant you two extras. And as with the above campaigns, any donation amount related to E-Sims for Extras cannot be combined with the above campaigns.

Fics for Extras:

My Home is Your Home* (Note: a sequel is planned, so this will only include scenes from before or during the events of MHiYH, not after)

Plus One (Note: a sequel is planned, so this will only include scenes from before or during the events of Plus One, not after, and will not include NSFW content)

Pearl-Filled Lungs

Gate of Dreaming

Kadō

Flyweight Love* (Note: a sequel is planned, so this will only include scenes from before or during the events of Flyweight Love, not after)

Alliance* (Note: a sequel is planned, so this will only include scenes from before or during the events of Alliance, not after)

Stolen Glances

if wanting were enough, i'd take you by the hand (TW: suicidal idealization, suicide attempt, past character death)

A large number of my completed fics are just ficclets, which is why they are not included here. However, if you did want to see me extrapolate on something from a ficclet, you can still request that when you DM me proof of e-sim donation. Any 'longer' fics not included in this are not available for extras (longer, in this case, referring to the handful of one-shots I have).

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Fanfiction Bids for Falastin [CLOSED]

Final bid: $50USD to @shukakumoodboard for the next chapter of The Ballad of the Dragon and the Phoenix

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As a general note to everyone donating, I will do my best to deliver fics quickly, but I am disabled and recently came down with covid again, so please excuse any delays. However, I will ONLY be writing fics related to this fundraising effort, so no other fics will take priority.

Also thank you in advance to everyone who donates, whether you donate for a fic or not. Truly, you have no idea how important every single donation is to every single family is. The messages I have received filled with gratitude and kindness would break your heart and make you cry. It was so impossible to pick only fourteen families to ask you to help when I have so many more reaching out to me; when there are so many more who I haven't spoken to whose campaigns I've seen on my various social media feeds. No one family is more important than another. Every family is filled with love, with stories, with memories, with hopes and dreams; every family matters so much; every single family deserves to live free, long, happy lives; and every family has experienced so much pain and loss there is no way to do that justice with words, but they deserve the chance to grieve, to breathe, and to heal.

Please help these families reach their goals, please share even if you can't donate. Every single thing we do creates a ripple effect. One dollar becomes two, becomes three, becomes four... until one day a family is safe.

So please, regardless of the fic I am offering, do what you can--whether that's sharing GFMs or donating. Every little bit helps.

#gaalee #naruto #shippuden #leegaa #rock lee #gaara #funds for gaza #sand siblings #team gai #fanfiction

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 5 months

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Summary: Lex Luthor has recently acquired a son. Weapon? Parole officer? ...Lex now has a teenaged god and he'll be damned if someone tries to take the kid away from him.

Author: @halfagone

Submitter: @disillusioneddanny

Note from submitter: This is such an amazing fic by an even more amazing person!!

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #fanfiction #fandom culture #internet culture #fanfic #tumblr polls #fandom poll #Lex Luthor’s Ascent from Supervillainy to Fatherhood #danny phantom #dc universe #dcu #Danny/Cassandra #crossover #ao3

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fatalitysficbakery · 5 months

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 NEVER Trust The Love Interest. —

Samantha Carpenter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery navigation menu 𓆪.

↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery multifandomed &&’ oc menu #2 𓆪.

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An unsettling silence plagued the halls, so quiet you could hear a mouse squeak, but who could blame anyone in the complex for leaving after what had happened in only two weeks.

Nobody wanted to believe it was happening again until the bodies in the morgue began to pile up, and the first mask was found next to the third victim, it was almost a taunt. No...A greeting.

Ghostface was back in business.

The Carpenter sisters were on immediate alert, but it didn't take long for someone to throw a big party, the perfect opportunity for new victims, and for some unknown fucking reason no one seemed to be concerned with the outcome that Samantha and Tara could sense a mile away like clockwork.

Tara stayed home, luckily. But that's not who Sam was worrying about right now as her phone went to voicemail for the 20th time that night, Sam was quick to grab her keys. There were many ways this could go south but with her being radio silent? Sam couldn't care less about the consequences than the idiots that had willingly gone despite the risks. On her way out the door, she texts Chad, Tara, and Mindy to warn them of her whereabouts, gun holstered and knife in her boots.

Never too armed. There was a mace and taser in her purse for backup.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

The scene was a bloodbath, the moment you entered the place there were bodies and puddles of red as far as the eye could see and Samantha was quick to unholster the gun resting on her hip, there wasn't a lot she was afraid of anymore, hell blood had become so normal to her, she stepped over the bodies like they weren't there.

If anything everything in sight had become invisible to her eyes, her thoughts solely on the one person she was hellbent on saving, on protecting. Nearing the staircase, she hears distant voices, and murmurs.

'C'mon, Y/n. Not today.'

Rounding the corner, her heart nearly beat out of her chest when the voices only got louder just for to realize.

'I see trees of green, red roses too..'

She grunts a hiss of air out when her eyes land on an old stereo. With her jaw set, she pushes on, determination filling her gaze like it had only done when Tara was the one who needed her protection. Her head cocking slightly to the side when a new gaze meets hers; pointing the gun directly between the males eyes, she crouches next to the figure.

"Travis. Where's Y/n?" She asked quietly, the sight of her bestfriends boyfriend hidden in the same room she'd gone into putting her on high alert. There was blood on his collar. She scoffs when he doesn't answer. "Trav, c'mon. I need to find her. Keep her safe, that's what you want, no?"

Travis trembles from his spot on the floor, and Sam spots a puddle forming beneath him. The empathy in her eyes left just as fast as it had come, eyes moving down his neck to his hands; Bloodied.

Sam clicks her tongue, standing up from her spot next to him.

"Or at least, that's...that's what you should want, Travis. I mean look at you, lying in wait while your girlfriend gets possibly murdered. Jesus...That's cold-hearted."

Travis squirms from his spot on the floor, eyes frantic and body trembling like a fish out of water. Samantha just watches as he grows more inconsolable, attention on him only diverting when she turns to find a cloaked figure.

Stu's mask on their face.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Samantha barely manages to dodge the knife aiming for her abdomen, stepping out of the way at the last minute, her movements fluid and clean as she does like it's a choreographed dance she'd obsessively learned the steps to.

Her strangely calm demeanor shifts slightly when she looks back at Travis, who only seems...confused.

"You really are a little bitch, Travis. That's what's sad. You date a close friend of a Carpenter sister...but you never thought twice, did you? Don’t you know the rules?"

Holstering her gun, she sighed and kneeled down next to the bed while the cloaked killer worked on dragging Travis to the middle of the room, both his kneecaps had been shot out, rendering the poor thing immobile and utterly useless.

Her fingers brushed against the mask, a shudder running down her spine at the feel of sheer power beneath her thumbs, a legacy she was tired of running from, one she'd been so desperate to get rid of. One that she was now even more hellbent and desperate on keeping alive.

'Do it, Sam. Put it on. You've earned this' Billy's voice plays in her head like an echoing cave, and with every fear the old Samantha held in her heart of hearts...She uses it to drive her; Billy's knife in her boot and his mask in her hand.

Her lips quiver the moment she bites the bullet and puts it on again, this time...to be used as her father intended it to.

'Atta girl, Sammy. Now. Do me proud, kid. Flood this fucking town RED!'

"Sam."

A voice cuts through the hallucinations, snapping Sam out of her stupor, she looks up at the cloaked figure standing over Travis, nodding to herself; a confirmation to herself that there was no going back after this. Standing up, she takes her spot next to the person in Stu's mask, cutting on the voice changer, she feels a spark traveling down her spine, breathing it all in.

Samantha Carpenter meets Samantha Loomis.

"There are rules, Travis. And you broke one of the biggest. Now the sad thing is...I can see it in your eyes. Shifty. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do wanna save Y/n. Is that what you want? To save her?"

The tears that gathered in his eyes bring a smile to Samantha's face from underneath her mask, neck craning to the side, her eyes meeting her partners just as Travis finally whimpers out a pathetic pleading "Yes".

"You wanna tell him? You do the honors."

Stepping back, Samantha allows them to the front, their voice disguised as well when speaking, a crackling robotic tone sounding through. "It'd be my pleasure. I've really been waiting all night for this."

Dragging his body to a sitting position, they go to lock the door, the radio being turned up just a tad louder to drown out the incessant whimpering, squatted beside him now, they slowly begin removing the plastic Halloween mask.

Travis's eyes widen the moment he's aware of what's underneath.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

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The radio, it repeats, and it repeats, keeping time with his rapid heartbeats. She straddles his lap, knife grazing his skin, forcing him to look in his eyes.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

'I see trees of green, red roses too...I see them bloom for...'

"Y/n." He breathes out shakily.

'Me and you.'

With the voice changer resting underneath her lips, her knife, she nods, pulling a gun. Stu's berretta, from her pocket, whistling quietly.

"And I think to myself..." She leans in closer, a soft smirk curving onto her lips, "What a wonderful world. Hi baby. You know what this is right? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. We're just talking, right? Just talking. Don't cry."

Samantha's jaw sets watching the scene, her body itching for a kill. Specifically this one.

"What is this? Huh?" She repeats, waving the beretta at him like a nice greeting, or in this case, maybe a solemn goodbye.

"The...The gun you shot me with? I-I don't know, Y/n please...W-why?"

"I'm getting there. Patience. I mean, you're not wrong. I did shoot you with it, but you know...I also shot that bitch you were cheating with. Junie? Her favorite scary movie was weak. The nun. Ugh. No. This? is Stu Macher's gun."

"J-junie's dead?"

"As a bitch, Travis. As a fucking bitch. You know, Sammy's right. You did break a rule. Two actually."

"One, you cheated and told Mindy of all people. My sister, really? You never could handle your fucking liquor." Rising up, she points the gun at his thigh and pulls the trigger, relishing the way his screams align with the music. "You trusted the love interest. Sammy?"

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white...'

On cue, Samantha walks ahead of Y/n, kissing her cheek as she does so, Billy's knife tightly gripped in her hand.

'The bright blessed day...The dark sacred night...'

"I guess you're even, Trav. I mean, she was cheating on you too. Bestfriend? You could say we're close. The only problem is..." Samantha drops down into his lap, but there's nothing erotic about the plans she has for him, her knife to his neck; she removes the old mask, a shit-eating grin on her face, "Only one of you cheated with a goddamned Loomis."

'And I think to myself...'

Without a second word, his throat is slit, and she blacks out. His body riddled with stab wounds when it was all over she could hear Y/n's heeled boots against the floor, looking back to see Stu's berretta pointed at Travis's head though he'd taken his last breath seconds before; smoothly Samantha rolled out of the way, allowing Y/n to deliver a swift shot to the head.

'What a wonderful world...'

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After all was said and done, Y/n leaned her forehead against Samantha's taking a deep breath at the next steps, her eyes staring deeply into hers, "I'm ready."

"Baby, we...we don't gotta." Sam reasons, but she shakes her head, a bittersweet smile spread across her cheeks, she whispers to Sam, eyes glossed over with tears. "I won't die. I'll be fine. It's for you, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure? Completely?"

"Completely."

There's a replica knife, one of Billy's that Y/n had crafted herself, one she'd stabbed Junie with before shooting her, one she'd stabbed Samantha's ex-boyfriend with, and you know the people that came to the party, it was easy to do so when not many dared to arrive due to the restart of the killings and being the only one with a gun helped too, of course.

She passes it into Samantha's gloved hand.

"Do it. And after you do it, I need you to go. Okay? Go, and don't call me. I will call you. Understood?"

"Understood." Samantha takes a deep breath. It had been all too effortless to kill Travis, to kill Gale but the thought of hurting you only slightly was one she hated.

"Now, Sam, NO- AH, FUCK!" As soon as Y/n cries out, she's pulled into Samantha's arms, careful to mind the abdomen wound she'd just given her girlfriend, shushing the poor thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Shh. Shh, I got you."

As much as Y/n wants to hold on tighter, she just whispers one word in Samantha's ear, sliding off her cloak and handing it to Samantha to get rid of. "Go."

Samantha nodded, pecking Y/n's lips before grabbing the cloak and ducking out of the backdoor they stood by, leaving Y/n to call the police, though she didn't know just how far Y/n would go to protect her until she heard a pained yell inside and a gunshot and as if she could sense Sam's concern, another "GO" is yelled out from inside.

Sam goes.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"She's gone, Sam. She's gone. There's no true love for a Loomis, remember your true love. Pick up the knife, Sammy." His voice grows increasingly aggressive, brows knitted together waving the infamous dagger in front of my face, like bone to dog and it almost physically hurts to not reach my hands out, wrap my fingers around the handle -- Let the electricity liven me.

Her being mentioned is the only thing that breaks my attention away, and I can see his face fall into something blank when he realizes I wasn't budging on my stance, it isn't until I wake up with a jolt, looking at the clock and very predictably my phone, itching to see if she'd called or messaged.

She hadn't.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I heard from her, waiting with bated breaths to see if she was still breathing, if we'd gone too far and she was a part of the carnage, the gunshot still rang fresh as day in my head, her voice the only thing to cut through the thoughts, through my father's taunting. I could hear him now, there was no love to be truly had regarding what we were, but I refused to let him be right. Not when it came to her.

"Spare key. Earth to my beautiful girlfriend?"

I think my jaw goes slack, my lips slightly parting themselves and I'm almost in denial. I'd almost let my father ruin love for me, and though I hadn't budged, that moment of dread I felt when I considered the possibility of her having died ran so deeply that it was almost like seeing a ghost when she's finally within a foot or two in front of me, that familiar cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear.

God, she's as beautiful as I remember and though it's only been a mere half a day apart I find myself scanning her from head to toe, analyzing and trying to scope out if any of the little details that she was made up of had changed; To my relief, the only things out of place are the stab wound near her side, and the cast on her wrist which must've been the beretta's doing.

Other than that...It was her, it was my lady that stood in front of me.

↳

"Oh thank fuck. You're alive." Samantha's hands find my waist so naturally it feels like it's instinct for her, to pull me into an embrace without the slightest thought to it. I can feel her body shudder, eyes pricking with tears; She squeezes me so tight I have to tap her a few times to let her know her hold is a bit too strong, and even then she seems reluctant, as if I've just dealt her a...disrespectful request.

"Not for long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart. I shot myself in the arm, hit nothin' vital. Again there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you get out of this without being caught. Best damn Ghostface there ever was. Y'know that right?" I can't stop staring, though I'd never been able to, not since we'd been friends. Sleepovers almost always ended with us talking about everything and nothing while staring into one another's eyes until the moon made way for the sun.

She nods, but I can tell she's wary and I take no time to bring her into my arms, brushing her hair from her face, a small whisper of a "Hey" spoken through the silence to hush her worries. "I'm alive, okay? Wouldn't leave my favorite girl alone."

"You could've been seriously hurt." Sam nuzzles herself against me, arms gripping around my waist protectively as if she thought I might disappear into thin air.

"But I didn't and if I did? It would've been damn worth it, I don't regret a damn thing." I'm sure of this, I know it to be true. I bring my hand up to her cheek, keeping it there until I'm sure she trusts that it's real, that she's real. I hear her chuckle but there's zero humor behind the sound, it breaks my heart to see her so scared when she whimpers, letting go and allowing herself to be picked up and carried upstairs to her bedroom relenting like she'd never hesitated.

We climb the stairs in a comfortable yet tense silence, making our way to Sam's bedroom. I push the door open with my foot and gently kick it closed all the same.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, sitting her on the bed and coming to take place between her legs, hands cupping her face. I tilt her chin up to look directly into her chocolate-brown gaze.

It's a brief moment before I hear her voice again, I forget myself within one smooth motion, my right hand moving to her lips and a kiss pressed upon the back and if that isn't enough, her words press their own soft kisses to my ears. "I think you might be the only one aside from my sister that I trust right now, Y/n."

Lying her back on the bed, I feel myself aching in ways no one has ever made me ache and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was just that good. I chased the high every time. "Then let me take care of you."

Standing over her, I reached for the hem of her shorts, only hesitating on my movements just to gauge her reactions and make sure this was okay. She had this look that could get her anything she ever wanted and when she flashed it at me I knew to do exactly that.

Those pretty little eyes of hers, she gave me that stare and I was turned a slave for her love, she had me in only one night and she still had me now.

She was always so reluctant to be vulnerable, to allow herself something so human. No one could blame her, she'd gone through a lot to get here. I see it in her though. That fighter. — She still deserved to let those defenses down every now and then and I was more than honored that I'd become trusted with such realities in which Sam just got to be Sam.

"I gotta hear you before I go any further, baby. Speak up for me?"

The poor thing's words must've been caught in her throat for a second or two but I allowed her the chance to gather herself before my lips were on her inner thigh, I swear I did but I know that if I were a lesser woman my self-control would've been stripped the before she uttered a damn word. "Just...touch me."

Now that I didn't need to be told twice.

I think one of the most fascinating things about Samantha is her power to seduce and addict, and she had me absolutely sprung. My lips ghost over her thighs before actually meeting the skin. Call me slow but I loved seeing her reactions and keeping myself between her legs at all times, letting her know how appreciated she truly was.

She looks down at me, her abs taut as I bring up the tank top she's wearing, exposing her muscled physique to my hungry eyes. That dark hooded stare is intense on me, and it's a damn shame she has to work tomorrow. I'd be here all night if I could.

My lips had wandered everywhere, neglecting Samantha and themselves while straying away from its intended target until finally, we'd both had enough. She lets out a frustrated whine and I'm too far gone to keep denying myself so I settle our collective woes when I wrap my lips around her bud, her body flinching only to end up running further into my tongue. One hand gripping her thigh in a firm hold.

I bury myself within the temple that is Samantha Carpenter's body, her slick coating my lips, my cheeks, my nose. Drowning in the scent and taste of her all I feel is a simple man's greed. Right now I am that simple man, and I have only one thing on my mind.

Making her sing. I always told her she had a beautiful voice.

Her moans egg me on, legs hoisted up on my shoulders. Her gaze is still locked in on me heavy, and when I pull away for air I can see a small hint of disappointment. "You seem disappointed. Have I disappointed you, my love? Don't be afraid. Speak your mind."

"You're an assho-" I shush her with my lips, giving her a taste of the liquid heaven that rests between her thighs, a moan slips out of those beautiful lips and the sound gets me high. I pull back, my mind back in that simple man's place as I lower myself back between her thighs. My tongue finds her slit and runs the length, revelling in the way she shudders each time.

Once upon a time, I told her my favorite thing was making out with her. I didn't clarify that I meant that in every sense of the word my mouth engaged in a heated makeout session with Sam's cunt. I'm not ashamed to admit it but after the night I had that ended with my arm in a sling, this felt like a reward. I'd gotten to the finish line. My prize was in front of me, and I was happy to take it. More than.

It wasn't long before I recognized those telltale signs that meant she was close to climax. The way her eyebrows knitted and she bit down on her lip harshly trying not to show just how good she was feeling, as she attempted to keep some semblance of that signature Samantha stubbornness; She failed miserably again and again. It was amusing to watch, and I was more than willing to...but granting her the serenity of hiding in the end was something that was completely off the table.

I let two of my fingers graze the edge of her hole, eyeing her reaction when I plunge the two deeply into her pretty pussy. If I wasn't so occupied I think I could've smirked a little.

The reaction this garner is as precious as it is delicious. Her legs squeezed themselves around my neck, her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Her taste is something I couldn't quit if I tried, and I had no intention to. No, in fact, I locked my lips around her, fingers pumping in and out with her cum coating my tongue. Every little drip came from paradise and god was it heavenly.

And listen to that melody in which she sings my name.

"Y/n...B-baby, I can't-"

Fucking beautiful.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"Do you think we could ever live a normal life?" She asks while her girlfriend lathers her hair up with shampoo, sitting behind her in the clawfoot bathtub. She can still see flashes of the carnage they left behind and she wonders just how much of her father she'd absorbed from the real-life cases to the movies her friends liked to binge repeatedly, and now she was continuing his legacy. A killer.

Y/n can practically see the overthinking inner battle Sam is having, and she immediately stops her movements. She pulls her in, one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other tilting her head up to face her. She presses a brief but sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. Her forehead is against Sam's when they pull away.

"I'm gonna be honest, my love. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm damn well gonna fight for one for us. Do you hear me? I want you to fight too. I...need you to fight too."

Her voice cracks on her last words until she feels two hands grabbing hers. Sam's eyes move over her and it's like she's falling in love with her girlfriend all over again. "Hey. I never said I was giving up."

Y/n stops in her tracks, taking a deep breath and nodding in agreement. "You didn't..."

Sam shakes her head, a smile slowly crawling onto her lips. She leans in to kiss Y/n again, head back against hers. "I didn't."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: Listened to Fiona Apple and Cowboy Carter high while I wrote this. 10/10 would recommend.

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ratstuckintheblender · 5 months

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RAHH FANFIC FANCOMIC(???) in love wit them fr more coming soon im working on it. Trust 🙏🙏💪💪🔥🔥🔥

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Author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BattleMaiden13/pseuds/BattleMaiden13

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aheroics · 5 days

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more paradoxcicle art bc i think im genuinely insane about this fic uhh

did this instead of all my hw but its ok whatever stan robert and chapter 4

once again shout out to @blipple-is-confused author of paradoxcicle and here is the link if you want to read it which i highly highly recommend you do it is so good

#paradoxcicle #slimecicle #slimecicle fanart #paradoxcicle robert #xiv slimecicle #qsmp gegg #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp codecicle #my art

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cooking-with-hailstones · 4 months

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Statistical analysis of the most popular A:TLA fics on AO3

(All of this is accurate as of May 27 2024)

I like numbers and statistical analysis and for some unfathomable reason I find it calming. So last night I made this spreadsheet!

DISCLAIMER: This is not a judgement of the quality, value, or merits of any of the fics on this list. It's just me being curious about what's popular with the A:TLA fandom on AO3. I was genuinely surprised at some of the results!

Observations and analysis under the cut:

TL:DR, the fandom fucking loves putting Zuko into Situations.

Methodology: I'm including all fics from the first page of results from the most kudos'd, commented, hits, and bookmarks tagged under the Avatar: The Last Airbender (cartoon, 2005) tag on ao3. I am deliberately not including any larger multifandom flash fiction or drabble collections because I don't think they're super relevant. This ended up including 38 fics in total.

I put all the fics into one single spreadsheet in order to compare the differences between fics that are really high on the kudos count but not the hit count, or what has a lot of comments but fewer hits. Basically, I'm throwing a lot of things together to observe what gets engagement and looking at patterns that emerge!

Top 5 most popular fics by hit count:

Salvage - MuffinLance

Fractures - EvieNyx

Embers- Vathara

Towards the Sun - MuffinLance

The Art Of Burning - hella1975

Max: 1,407,170 (Salvage -MuffinLance)

Min: 78,168 (Risking it all - Sreeder)

Average: 349,442

Top 5 most popular fics by kudos count:

Salvage - MuffinLance

The Family You Choose - TunaFishChris

where the stars do not take sides - WitchofEndor

Fractures - EvieNyx

The beginning of a new and brighter birth - aloneintherain

Max: 59,947 (Salvage - MuffinLance)

Min: 3293 (Risking it all - Sreeder)

Average: 19,868

Top 5 most popular fics by number of comments:

The Art Of Burning - hella1975

Salvage - MuffinLance

Fractures - EvieNyx

Towards the Sun - MuffinLance

War Games - Lovely_Elbow_Leech

Max: 13,469 (The Art Of Burning - hella1975)

Min: 358 (Hallowed - Haircrescendo)

Average: 3634

Top 5 most popular fics by number of bookmarks:

absence of heat, excess of destiny - theycallmesuperboy

Salvage - MuffinLance

where the stars do not take sides - WitchofEndor

The Family You Choose - TunaFishChris

The beginning of a new and brighter birth - aloneintherain

Max: 150,317 (absence of heat - theycallmesuperboy)

Min: 430 (Risking it all - Sreeder)

Average: 9297

Highest kudos/hit ratio: Safety First - Haircrescendo (20.36%)

Lowest kudos/hit ratio: My Heart Burns For You - alwaysZutarian (0.89%)

Average kudos/hit ratio: 8.25%

Fic Ratings:

G: 9

T: 18

M: 6

E: 2

Unrated: 3

Popular authors (people who showed up more than once):

Aloneintherain (3)

Haircrescendo (5)

MuffinLance (4)

WitchofEndor (2)

Characters:

Literally all of these fics are Zuko-centric. Not all of them are Zuko-pov but every. single. one. focuses on Zuko as a main character. At least one of the following tags is on every single fic in this list: "The Gaang & Zuko", "Zuko & Zuko's Crew", "Zuko & Iroh" "Zuko & Azula" and "Zuko & [insert gaang member here]"

Relationships:

Ok this is what actually shocked me the most. I fully expected to see more Kataang, Zutara, etc in the top rated fics, but NO! Only 21 out of the 38 fics had any relationship slash tag, and of those, 20/21 were Sokka/Zuko (shoutout to My Heart Burns For You as the token Zutara fic to make it into this list). I did NOT realize Zukka was so popular! Now I'm super curious about what it would be like to run these numbers on FF.net because I know so much A:tla fanfic was written before ao3 existed and most hasn't been cross-posted, and Zukka wasn't a popular ship until more recently.

Other random observations:

There seems to be a pretty even split between post-canon firelord Zuko fics and canon-divergent "Zuko joins the Gaang early" fics.

Only one modern au as far as I could tell! (shoutout to "The Good Vanilla")

We all seem to love a Dadkoda fic

There is a very strong correlation between one-shots and a high kudos/hit ratio.

Seemingly no correlation between word count and number of kudos. The top kudos'd stories were mostly under 10k words, while all the other catergories were dominated by fics in the 100k+ word count.

I didn't really see much correlation between hits, kudos, and comments overall.

There were LOTS of fics that only showed up in one category, which was really interesting! I figured each list would look pretty much the same, and there were several fics that did show up on the front page of every category (Salvage definitely sweeps the board for overall most popular fic), but there was a lot of variation between each list! Some fics had TONS of hits but very few comments, some had truly wild kudos/hit ratios, some were just massively bookmarked.

Thank you for indulging in my nerdiness, and feel free to tell me what I missed or anything you're curious about!

Update: I did it again, this time with Legend of Zelda

#ao3 #a:tla #avatar the last airbender #fanfiction #ao3 stats #archive of our own #zukka #zuko #atla fanfiction #did you know that when I get stressed or overwhelmed by life events #i apparently find organizing and numbers and spreadsheets very soothing #i don't know what this says about me #atla ao3 #sokka/zuko #muffinlance #witchofendor #aloneintherain #haircrescendo #Emily talks

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