#please read this fanfiction

[cutmyllip]

“He doesn’t even really believe in God right now. Instead, he pulls his headphones back on, straightening in his chair as he prepares to slip back into the version of himself that can discuss faith without fracturing. He feels like Judas”.

— next semester- selfishambition (ao3)

[sirtouchstarved]

nonononononnononononononon- PLEASE NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASPELPSALSLEPLAPSLEPALPPLEASPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

PLEASE NO NOT NOW NOT LIKE THIS, BELOVED PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS I'M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on a chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

[stump-not-found]

AND IT'S POSTED!

Stan and the kids fall through the portal, and find themselves stranded in the Nightmare Realm, with some d-bag named Bill Cipher. Thank god Ford comes to save them, right?

...Right?

[riant-draws]

@bapple117's fic The Theraprist is PEAK LITERATURE

(in which we do a little trolling and a lot of therapy- if you're into fluffy hurt/comfort with a good helping of angst, this fic is for you)

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

REBLOG POSTS❗❗ COMMENT ON FICS❗❗COMPLIMENT FANART ❗❗LEAVE LITTLE NOTES IN THE TAGS❗❗ BOOKMARK FICS YOU LIKE❗❗ TELL AUTHORS WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT THEIR FICS❗❗COMMENT ON DECADE OLD FICS ❗❗ADD YOUR OWN ANALYSIS IN LONG POSTS❗❗ENGAGE❗❗ INTERACT❗❗ BUILD A COMMUNITY ❗❗

While people don't post for engagement, it certainly doesn't do any harm..

[zombiegachagirl]

NSFW!

Currently thinking about submissive men.

But not just any submissive guy. No, no. I'm thinking about the Blackleg Sanji.

Ugh, don't get me started.

You can literally degrade him, call him whore or slut or whatever--and he would be on his knees in front of you, thanking you. But of course, you also have to praise the poor guy. Sanji will do everything for you. He will cook, clean,--hell he will give you anything you wanted on a silver platter. Inside and out the bedroom. So make sure you praise him for his hard work. Tell him he's doing such a good job. Call him a good boy or something. That would definitely have him going crazy.

Sanji is the type of guy who would let you step on him with a six inch heel, and his dick would instantly get erected. He would let you use him however you pleased. Like a sex doll. Wanna ride him? Sanji is already laying on the bed, aching for your wet cunt. Too tired and want him to do all the work? Say less, he's already ontop of you. Want him to eat you out? He's already on his knees. The point is, he will do anything.

[communist-alfred]

Ch. 16 of Dogwood Winter had Alfred in the trenches and I have NOT been able to stop thinking about them!!

[crunchyspaghetti]

“You already left Kudos here :)”

Ok, well, ao3 instead can you let the author know I’m willing to give them my firstborn child as a token of appreciation for their work?

[edit: I promise I leave comments on fics 😭, I’m referring to a third option that expresses the depths of my devotion to their work that transcends written language]

[thecoolertails]

too many books written by people who don't read books and only read fanfic. to counteract this there should be more fanfic made by people who don't read fanfic and only read books

[icurushasfallen]

Hear me out: Logan had cuteness aggression with Wade.

I mean, come on! Just look at him. How could anyone not want to smush his face between their palms and shake violently.

But I don’t think Logan has the same cuteness aggression like other people. You know how it goes, you see a cute dog or cat or some animal and start to baby-talk and pet and cuddle them. (Aka Wade with Puppins) Or maybe you’ll bend to the creatures every whim and give that animal/pet an extra treat because ‘they’re such a good boy!!!!!’

Logan? Nah. No way in hell. His cuteness aggression is literal aggression. He’ll straight up see Wade make a face like this:

And just. Bite. Grip. HERE ME OUT

When they’re dancing around each other and then just freshly dating. Logan’s hands are to himself. Gentle, light touches like Wade is a fragile little thing. But then as things start to pick up and they start to learn each other’s boundaries and such- he’s going fucking feral.

I imagine Wade doing something stupid or purposefully annoying and then just does a slight expression that makes Logan’s heart ache. Or when the light catches just so on Wade’s pocked features and illuminates perfectly.

What else can Logan do but bite and grip.

I Imagine him just gripping Wade’s shoulder tightly and sinking his teeth in. Maybe even shaking him about a little. And at first Wade’s like ‘What the fuck peanut? Did I do something wrong 😑’ But then he learns why Logan does it and then is all like ‘OMFG YOU A PUPPY :D’ or ‘MARK ME UP BIG BOY’

Maybe in the wee hours of the morning or night Logan with just straight up lick Wade’s neck. Not even in a sexual way, just like a cat lick or something. I really like the idea of Logan being a feral hybrid man who for once in his life can truly be himself without restriction, restraint or judgement. Because honestly, Wade’s just as manic and feral.

@atimesfeeler @ramblingautisticman

@icarusredwings @twilightkitkat @bougiebutchbinch

[ri-writing]

OH

MY

GOD

This is the greatest fucking thing I have read this year. I don't even know how I found it. It's everything I have ever wanted.

Thank you, oh author. Both for making me laugh and for giving an explanation as to how they'd still get their billable hours in!

I finally had inspiration to write again! I watched a drama recently where the main male character was a lawyer and it made me think of how many days you'd need off a year as a Romance Main Character, you know with all the kidnapping and dramatic injuries... what if you could harness the insanity of romance plots to your benefit?

Also, I understand why so many characters are lawyers (dramatic courtroom scenes, pays well, implies intelligence, sexy suits), but it's still funny to me how often you see lawyers in romance.

[thefreakandthehair]

snowfall.

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles & @steddiemas | prompts: snowfall and cold | wc: 989 | rating: teen & up | tags: mutual requited pining, post-canon, eddie pov, getting together, love confessions, first kiss, winter fluff, smoking weed

Eddie used to love the cold. 

He could layer up tee shirts and jackets with his vest comfortably; could disguise the smoke in his mouth as just his breath in the icy air. But then he nearly died shivering on the frigid, unforgiving ground of the Upside Down and the cold lost its luster. 

Now, as he stands outside of his trailer smoking a tightly rolled joint— he’s a professional, thank you very much— he shivers again. Normally, Eddie would just smoke in the trailer, all the way in the back and blow smoke out of the window, but the kids are over and even Eddie understands that that’s probably not the best idea. Dustin is a blabbermouth and if Claudia or Hopper found out… well, now he shivers for a different reason. 

Smoke coils its way down his chest and he looks up at the sky, staring at the flickering stars and crescent moon. The Upside Down had been an empty, angry place devoid of light, but the real world— his world— is peppered with blinking points of light that only disappear temporarily when they’re obscured by fluffy clouds. For a moment, he closes his eyes and lets his shoulders sag, head dropping with his chin to his chest and the joint still smoking between his fingers. 

It’s fine, he reminds himself. It’s not the same. It’s just December in Indiana. 

“Hey,” a familiar voice interrupts the silence, footsteps crunching over frosty grass and dried leaves. “I was wondering where you went.” 

Eddie clears his throat and slaps on a smile before he turns around. 

“Didn’t wanna hear it from Hopper if I exposed the innocents to Satan’s lettuce, y’know?” He wiggles the joint between his fingers and offers it to Steve. “Wanna share?”

Steve rolls his eyes— a fond gesture, Eddie’s come to learn— and accepts, taking a hit and passing it back. 

“Thanks,” Steve says, a mixture of smoke and breath puffing out like the clouds passing above them. 

“Just got a little…” Eddie trails off and waves his hand, gesturing at nothing and everything all at once, dropping the joint to the ground. It was almost done anyways, he sighs to himself as he stomps it out. 

Steve huffs a laugh through his nose and nods knowingly. It’s far from the first time that Steve’s found Eddie hiding somewhere, collecting himself. Steve’s admitted to the same, that he loves when everyone gets together but it can be a lot all the same. 

“Yeah, I get it,” Steve agrees, stepping closer and leaning up against the tree, just arms’ distance from Eddie. 

Something symbolic there, Eddie thinks to himself. As close as they’ve gotten, as catastrophically in love with Steve as Eddie’s fallen, he always feels like this: just out of reach. 

Under the translucent glow of the night sky, Eddie tries not to stare at the pink flush of Steve’s cheeks, his nose rosy from the cold. It’s hard not to reach out and close the distance. It’d be so easy— just stretch out a hand and rest his equally chilly palm against Steve’s cheek— but he shoves them into his pockets instead and digs his fingernails into his palms as he curls them into a fist. 

Something cold hits Eddie’s nose, and then another, and another. He looks up to find big, fat snowflakes falling from those puffy clouds, a shower of white, frozen flakes. 

“Oh shit, it’s sno—” Eddie starts, but his words die on his tongue when he looks over at Steve. 

The falling snow loves Steve almost as much as Eddie does, sticking to his eyelashes and the tips of his hair, melting against his cheeks and clinging to his bomber jacket, to his lips as he tilts his head up towards the stars. They part just slightly, just enough for Eddie to lose himself in what it might feel like to kiss him, to press his own lips against Steve’s— perfectly pink, welcoming. 

Steve’s never looked so beautiful and Eddie has never been more in love, never been so worried that his heart might crack a rib. He’d done enough physical therapy for one lifetime, but if this is how he breaks another bone, then so be it. 

“You alright?” Steve asks. 

And maybe it’s the weed, or the magic of the moment, or the precarious levee rupturing that was never going to hold anyways, but Eddie doesn't hesitate, doesn’t even blink.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, and I’m so in love with you.”

His lips part and his eyes widen, Eddie freezing in place. Despite the snow, his skin burns with the acknowledgment of what he’s just done.

“Shit, just— y’know what, just ignore me, man. Super strong weed, that’s all. I didn’t, uh—”

Steve steps forward, closing the distance and leaving mere inches between them, just enough for the snow to fall between their jackets. 

“You think I’m pretty?” 

“Yeah, I do. That’s— that’s what you got out of that?” Eddie sputters. 

“Just making sure I heard that right. And the part about being in love with me? You meant that, too?” 

“More than you know.” Eddie swallows and shrugs, digging his hands deeper into his pockets as he chews on his bottom lip. 

Steve closes the distance, eyes bright and a smile blooming from one corner of his mouth. He smooths over Eddie’s lip with his thumb and traces his jaw up to his ear, cupping his face like Eddie’s dreamed of for as long as Steve’s existed in his orbit. 

“Well, that’s a relief. Now I finally get to do this,” Steve breathes. 

The snow falls faster over their heads as Steve closes the gap and presses their lips together, soft and warm despite the bone-chilling cold. Steve’s lips slot against Eddie’s, and it doesn’t feel new. It doesn’t feel novel, or unfamiliar. 

With snow beginning to pile up at their feet, Eddie feels like he’s come home. 

[elizzsush]

Deadpool coded reader:

Reader: dramatically and sadly, “Day 925, the bats show no sign of releasing me- a totally normal and amazing citizen from this prison.”

Reader; “he has left the second scariest Robin to guard me, Jason.”

Red hood: a little offended; “Second?”

Reader: shuttering looking like she’s reliving something, “Damien is like a angry dog, he bites.”

Reader: “also is this lega- and he walked away. Hey! I want to speak to a lawyer!!”

Reader: now yelling “I have rights!!! I think- do you have rights in Gotham?”

_______________

Batman: finally shows up.

Reader: “hey It’s You! You know if I head a penny for a rich completely normal guy who is the center of a multi million  franchise of hero’s- while also being a hero himself through the means of money… well Id have two pennies!”

Dick: “what…?”

[all-too-unwell-13]

i'm going to war (looking through the rosekiller tag for an actual rosekiller fic)