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she hates her ⁘ w. maximoff x n. romanoff
brainrot is real and dangerous! This time it manifested in the idea of an enemies to lovers WandaNat AU in which sorority president Wanda and fraternity president Natasha simply can't stand one another, but Nat finds Wanda's weakness and exploits the fuck out of it. I'm planning to write more of them so I hope you all love these sillies in their enemies phase! P.S. if you know why I named this AU what I did, you're a real one 💖
Seven Things AU. masterlist :: Natasha lives to annoy Wanda so naturally, she plans the Spring Barbeque Night on the lawn of Wanda's sorority without asking and counts down the seconds until she comes down to complain
wc: 4k cw: 18+ only, minors DNI. warnings are clearly labeled, please don't add community filters. sorority!Wanda x fraternity!Natasha. smut. oral (n receiving). strap on sex (w receiving). cum strap. copious insults/hate sex. rough play/manhandling. overstimulation. degradation/humiliation. nat has a seriously filthy mouth and calls wanda lots of names. internal discussions of aftercare.
Wanda hated Natasha Romanoff.
She hated her messy red hair and the cocky way she walked around campus, how unshakably full of herself she always was, no matter how much of an asshole she was being any given moment. And she was constantly an ass, a chronic headache from the first day Wanda met her last year…
Currently Wanda hated Natasha’s heavy boots kicking her knees apart each time she moved them together even an inch.
“You want to get off on sucking my dick so bad, it’s pathetic.” Nat couldn’t stop her long groan and didn’t want to, grip tightening in Wanda’s loosely curled hair as she inched her strap further down the other girl’s throat.
If someone told her last month she’d have the most annoying girl she knew knelt in front of her like this, Natasha would’ve laughed them off; they could barely coexist in a room for more than a few minutes without one of them going off on the other.
They’d found a compromise in fucking each other speechless; mostly Wanda who, for all her holier-than-thou attitude towards the other woman, found herself repeatedly powerless for hidden quickies with Natasha.
Wanda could only claw at Natasha’s thighs, any possible harm dulled by the denim jeans Nat didn’t bother removing. She’d add how stupidly brutish Nat was to her ever-growing list of grievances if it didn’t turn her on so damn much.
The moment the fabric of her harness brushed Wanda’s cheek, they both shivered.
“I’m gonna assume no one’s managed to fuck this pretty mouth of yours this deep yet,” the redhead ground her hips against Wanda’s face slowly, letting her head roll back against the door, willfully ignorant to any discomfort the girl before her endured, “or maybe you’re too much of a bitch for anyone else to bother trying.”
Natasha let up and Wanda growled, disgusted gaze glaring daggers at her tormentor. “You don’t have anyone else to screw with, or have all the girls in town grown tired of your womanizer routine?”
“Fuck’s sake, shut up.” Shoving her forward was all too easy with Wanda caught off guard, burying her tip at the back of her throat so roughly Wanda gagged. Nat drove her hips back and forth at a brutal pace, laughing at the brunette’s sputtering, “That’s it, choke on my cock…”
The two were both too stubborn to break eye contact, Wanda’s wide green eyes watering with embarrassment and Natasha shamelessly getting off to her struggle.
She fucked her steadily, both hands now fisted in Wanda’s hair, the poor girl’s face growing pinker every second as she fought to hide just how much being used like this turned her on. It was no use, the sticky mess of the sorority president’s lip gloss and spit leaving kisses on her fraternity counterpart’s harness, sending Wanda into a dizzying frenzy of arousal that wrenched in the pit of her stomach- and lewdly dripped onto Natasha’s boot.
Oh how Natasha wished her phone wasn’t discarded on Wanda’s nightstand; she’d give anything to have photo evidence of their university’s golden student drooling on her strap and trying desperately to rub herself on her laces. “I bet if I shot a load down your throat you’d cum on the spot… wanna try?”
Nat finally let Wanda take a breath, yanking her away in favor of taking the thick toy in her hand, tapping the head onto the brunette’s already waiting tongue as she nodded desperately. She hadn’t bought this toy for anyone particular, never got much use out of it until she stumbled into Wanda’s secret a few weeks ago; now it was quickly becoming her favorite possession.
An accidentally perfect object to drive Wanda insane.
“Are you gonna let us keep our party on your lawn?”
The question snapped Wanda back to attention, suddenly aware of Natasha’s ulterior motives. There was a strange pang of hurt she felt, only for the briefest of seconds, to know what she was being used for, but it quickly morphed into keen anger. “Absolutely not! Go camp out with someone who actually likes you.”
“Stubborn bitch,” Nat muttered, knocking Wanda backwards. She was unsteady enough for her back to hit the floor with a painful thud, wincing as she met the hard wood of her bedroom. Admittedly, maybe that was a little too harsh, Natasha’s hand reaching out to inspect the girl before she caught herself, remembered who they were to one another, and her originally thoughtful touch became a slap for Wanda’s calf.
In an instant she was kneeling, dragging Wanda’s strawberry printed pajama shorts off to get a good look at her handiwork. They were still new to one another, having only really fallen into rage-fueled quickies, this was Natasha’s first time seeing the full effect she had on Wanda and damn if it wasn’t more intoxicating than all the beers she’d drunk tonight combined. “Pretty mouth and pussy, no wonder I’ve heard you’re good to fuck around with.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, doing her best to tamp down how hot she felt being openly inspected like this, ignoring the sparks she felt as Natasha’s hands parted and pawed at her bare thighs. “Don’t be gross, you pass yourself around more in one weekend than I’ve done my entire life.”
“So I know what I’m doing, Maximoff. Don’t forget I almost made you cum without a single touch just now.” If she cared enough Nat would’ve asked her how many people she actually had been with. Wanda had a reputation for being a tease of epic proportions, flirting cruelly with no intent of following through or, if you’re lucky, getting you off, but for as much gossip Nat heard, she couldn’t think of anyone who could say they’d slept with her.
In truth, the girl was picky, refusing to let anyone get farther than she thought she’d enjoy just as much as they did. Unfortunately Natasha not only met that standard, but rose far above it— the only reason she tolerated her insufferable nature each time they ended up like this. “But I didn’t finish, so get on with it. You’re already starting to bore me- ow!”
The last thing Wanda expected was a slap, stinging and wet, between her legs.
“Whenever you speak, you bore me, but I’m still here…” Her strap slid through the other girl’s cunt effortlessly, the weight of it offering the barest bit of much needed friction, but where Wanda raised her hips, Natasha held them down.
When the tip rested at Wanda’s waiting entrance, the shallowest of motions left her biting her lip to keep from begging. She couldn’t admit how badly she wanted this, how intensely she fought not to wrap her legs around Natasha and take the whole of her all by herself, to sate the persistent empty feeling she’d had since Nat pulled their hips together down on the lawn… “And you’re only here to get the answer you want so go ahead, try and convince me.”
Nat was too selfish to give Wanda time to adjust, pushing inside inch by inch while the girl below her gasped and balled her fists at her sides, too arrogant to grab onto Natasha’s stupid toned arms. But bottoming out felt like mutual heaven and as Wanda felt that cool, rough denim rub under her thighs, she gave in and let her legs clamp about her waist.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” Nat muttered, drawing out slowly just to surge forward, quickly setting a pace so brutal Wanda couldn’t hope to keep up. “Would’ve let you use your fingers before if I’d known…”
“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, eyes fluttering closed. She hated having to get this from someone she couldn’t stand, body betraying her in the presence of the person she wanted to be miles away from, but she forced her brain to submit along with the rest of her, taking her pleasure in a world where Natasha wasn’t a daily thorn in her side.
She needed to feel overwhelmed, overtaken, out of control— Natasha was the only person bold enough to give her what she was after. And she planned to use it to her full advantage. “No? Does perfect princess Wanda need to be fucked like a filthy slut?”
The woman was a mess of moans, doing her best to ignore Nat until calloused fingers gripped her jaw and yanked her back to reality. “Open your eyes, I want you to watch me fuck you dumb.”
When their eyes met again, Wanda’s pupils were blown wide, flushed cheeks pinched together under Nat’s grasp, “I asked you a question, answer me or I’ll leave you here and let everyone outside know you’re locked in your room with your fingers deep in your tight cunt, dreaming of my dick.”
Natasha really wished Wanda wasn’t so fucking pretty with her breathy pants and tousled hair framing her face like a halo; it made sex so much harder not giving the girl exactly what she wanted. “Just fuck me, Romanoff. You have a party to get back to.”
“I do? So you’ll let us stay?” Wanda nearly threw a fit when Natasha stopped again, the thought of being denied twice in one night enough to leave her whining. She was someone people rarely said no to, things simply fell into place for her as she wished, but challenging, thick-headed Natasha… dealing with her was akin to rolling a boulder single-handed.
“Yes, yes fine! Keep your crappy party! Let me cum and you can stay the night for all I care-“ Her eyes were wide open now, focused enough to take in Natasha’s shit-eating grin before she pounded into her once more, faster and more determined now that she’d won.
The redhead never had trouble in bed, satisfying whoever she fell into bed with effortlessly; she was reluctant to admit it’d grown repetitive. So when she ran into a drunk and mopey Wanda stumbling down the hall of her fraternity a few weeks back and cornered her with intention to mock her nighttime walk of shame, Natasha was morbidly curious to hear her confess how sexually unsatisfied she was with such plain honesty.
She couldn’t have predicted Wanda ever being in her room, much less sprawling on her bed like she belonged there and bemoaning her plight. “Is it so hard to just cum on my face? You’d think they’d be excited, but nooo all I get is ‘are you sure that’s what you want?’ Of course I’m sure!”
Natasha was so rarely speechless, but of all possible statements, she’d never expected that one.
Maybe they wouldn’t have happened if Wanda’s guard wasn’t lowered by alcohol. If Natasha hadn’t been standing at the foot of the bed in gray sweatpants that so poorly hid the strap she’d been packing, matching sports bra showing off her toned stomach while she proudly proclaimed she’d have no issue granting Wanda what she was after. If Wanda hadn’t crawled across the mattress to Nat and kissed the taut skin right below her navel before taking those cotton pants between her teeth and pulling, staring Natasha down with a ferocity she never imagined would make her feel anything but a primal rage-
But that night played out as it did and now they were here, another evening spent indulging each other in acts they couldn’t ask of anyone else.
Wanda didn’t announce how close she was, didn’t give Natasha the satisfaction of knowing just how good of an orgasm she’d given her— the woman above her still knew. She’d heard Wanda cry out for her before and she’d already come this far: Natasha wouldn’t stop until she had Wanda begging. “You’re supposed to say thank you when I’m nice to you.”
“In your dreams, playboy.”
Fighting words were routine, but the glob of spit landing on Natasha’s cheek colored her vision red. For a moment, the tension in the air felt too thick, bedroom eerily quiet as Nat’s grip flexed into the plush thighs spread before her, clenched jaw only accentuating her dangerous glare. Maybe Wanda would be afraid if she hadn’t hit the exact nerve she’d aimed for.
“Brats like you never behave for long, huh?” Dragging Wanda across the floor, Natasha rammed into still recovering sex, cupping the back of her knee and forcing her leg into her chest while the other stayed trapped against the wood. The new angle was deeper than Wanda had ever been treated to and her choked sob alone almost made up for Natasha being spit on.
Almost.
“Always such an insufferable… ungrateful…” She grumbled, losing her train of thought as her focus dropped down, suddenly fixated on the now drenched toy at her hips stretched around Wanda’s tight hole, ever growing mess close to dripping onto her ass.
Wanda wasn’t new to people staring at her, most days it boosted her already impressive confidence levels, but the way Natasha watched, always sizing her up like prey to be hunted and devoured, that was different. When she wasn’t looking at her with apathy it was contempt, anything to remind Wanda she wasn’t infallible as she thought she was, but this —Natasha so obviously getting off to her, so desperately rocking her pelvis against Wanda’s whenever she bottomed out in search of friction— made the brunette feel craved.
“What’s the matter, run out of insults?” Nat hadn’t noticed her mouth hanging open until it felt dry, snapping out of her lustrous thoughts to lick her full lips. Seconds from verbal retort, she decided on a better course, one equally as selfish as Wanda’s earlier orgasm: she could very easily knock the girl down some much needed pegs while making it worth her time.
“Just wondering how a spoiled little cumslut like you thinks it’s in your best interest to mouth off.” Wanda didn’t have time to be taken aback, Natasha’s sudden change of angle driving her round tip into that elusive spot deep inside over and over; she cursed her drunken self babbling to her rival that she was the only person, including herself, to find it.
“Shit, Romanoff, slow down-!” She thought for sure Natasha wouldn’t remember, had her pegged as the type of lover who had to learn everything over each time, but no, Nat was the opposite and now she knew too much.
“Shut your mouth and play with your tits.” The command was blunt, powerful enough in its delivery that Wanda didn’t question, shaky hands sliding under her shirt while she struggled not to finish her second time unexpectedly early.
She was slow in her touches, too slow for Natasha’s energetic pace, and the loose cotton fabric hid the view; two things Nat instantly got tired of. “Get your damn shirt out of the way, and I don’t want any of your silly shy shit- I told you to play with them.”
Wanda would kill Nat if she ever told a soul she whimpered, would deny having clenched around Nat in response to her exerting control… still she wrenched her shirt over her head as quick as she could and her hands flew back to her chest. She forced her eyes to stay open, smugly committing the sight of Natasha panting in time with her thrusts, light green eyes glued to Wanda’s fingers teasing her dusty pink nipples into hardness.
“You’re such a creep, I bet you’ll be jerking off to this for weeks,” she mumbled, pinching the sensitive peaks between her thumb and forefinger, moaning louder than intended as she matched Natasha’s motions.
Nat huffed, couldn’t bother denying that yes, she would definitely be thinking about Wanda spread wide open and touching herself for a long time. Her partner would to, though, mind wandering to Natasha ordering her around next time she found herself alone and needy.
Wanda made the mistake of watching Nat’s tongue swipe over her lips, traitorous brain wondering what the smooth muscle would feel like instead of her chilly fingertips, how warm and wet her mouth would be if she ever dared to suck—
This time when the dam broke, she was too distracted to censor herself, back arching and body trembling uncontrollably. If Nat’s focus had lapsed for just two seconds she would’ve missed Wanda utter her name, soft and breathy, syllables stuttered as if she pronounced it for the first time. “Aww poor princess, was that too much for you?”
“Go fuck yourself…” The words were weak, embarrassingly so, and Natasha didn’t hesitate to laugh at her attempt.
“Already working on it, smartass,” Nat didn’t falter for a second through Wanda’s second high, meeting wave after wave as the girl finally stopped pretending she didn’t want this just as much and raised her hips with each thrust.
The redhead had long since made a mess of her own underwear, sticky wetness coating the base of her strap to aid her now desperate grinding into Wanda, rubbing her neglected sex against the textured silicone. She wouldn’t last much longer, not when Wanda insisted on mewling so maddeningly, freshly manicured nails digging into Natasha’s sides as she fought overstimulation.
“You’re being too rough-!” Wanda couldn’t stand the sound of her own voice knowing once again it was Natasha who’d rendered her so vulnerable, but this was always her favorite part, being used and treated so carelessly; the thing she and Nat never properly talked about, but knew she needed.
“But I’m so close, don’t you want me to stuff your pretty little cunt?” Nat taunted, bending over so she could kiss Wanda’s temple. “I think you’ve almost been a nice enough fuck tonight to earn it.”
“God, just do it!” Nat was humping against her so hard it hurt, but then the dull sting ebbed in place of a new sensation -two deft fingers rolling over her swollen clit- and Wanda could only briefly process she was well and truly done for before her mind melted away.
“So demanding for someone so needy… try asking nicely.” Fortunately for Natasha’s rapidly approaching orgasm, Wanda didn’t have it in her to fight anymore, submitting with a barely audible please. “Please what, you know what I wanna hear.”
Wanda could slap herself for being so weak later, maybe when she took a shower and realized how she actually loved being made to beg so helplessly. “Please Natasha, please please, I want you to cum in me!”
“Good girl, there’s those perfect manners,” Nat came with a series of grunts, jerkily rutting while she filled Wanda like she���d been thinking of doing since she stomped out of her house and tried to break up their party.
She’d been so angry, shouting and pointing her finger in everyone’s faces, treating her and her friends like they were rowdy kids. The others mumbled apologies, deferring to Wanda like the figurehead she decided she was, but Natasha loved a challenge, especially one she’d planned on having after purposefully planting themselves on the sorority lawn. Nat wasn’t scared of Wanda, not before this arrangement and certainly not after; now she knew exactly how to fix any argument that popped up.
When Natasha finally pulled out, there was a dampness to the front of her shirt and jeans and again, she wanted to reach over for her camera. Instead she settled for sliding her hands to where Wanda was red and oh so wet, abused hole fluttering as their combined arousal leaked out. It seemed a shame to let it go to waste on the floor, two fingers collecting what’d escaped and, much to Wanda’s exhausted surprise, pushing it back in.
“I’m too sensitive for that…” Twisting away was futile, Natasha still firmly planted between her thighs. She had half a mind to kick her until she saw Nat’s free hand angling her cock down, painting Wanda’s lower half with thick ropes of cum while her thumb nudged her hardened bud, and dull throbs of new arousal twisted her stomach into cramps. “Stop-!”
The pleasure in it was fleeting, the pain of exhaustion winning out, but it wasn’t until she sobbed pitifully that Natasha finally glanced up at Wanda’s anguished face and backed off. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine…” Wanda refused to entertain the idea that any bit of Nat’s concern was real; if she dwelled long enough, she’d ruin her afterglow with too many conflicting thoughts. It didn’t matter if the redhead actually cared anyways, her touch, now slowly smoothing over Wanda’s sore hips, started to burn as Wanda came back to her senses. “Just get your hands off me, idiot.”
Natasha could’ve pushed and maybe if it was someone she was supposed to care about she would’ve, but her worry swerved towards brushing off Wanda’s rejection, defaulting back to what they did best: hate each other. “A greedy whore and a squirter, probably a crier too if I bed you on the right day… better hope your secrets are safe with me, princess.”
Her heart dropped thinking about her sex life becoming the latest gossip, but she could only feebly push her away, head twisting to the side just so she could look anywhere but Natasha and her insolent self. “Well you’ve got to have some kind of funny story to tell everyone when you go back the party. I know you’re always low on those.”
Eventually she managed sitting up, stretching out her back and arms, inadvertently giving Natasha one last unobstructed view of her before retrieving her discarded t-shirt and putting it back in place. “Or you could crack open another beer and share how you drool like a baby every time you see my tits, that’s a conversation starter for sure.”
Needing a soft surface for her now aching body, Wanda clumsily climbed into bed, unceremoniously using Nat’s shoulder to lean on as she maneuvered. True, Natasha tended to kiss and tell, but something about doing the same to Wanda felt wrong, at least to be as detailed as she typically was. Maybe it was just the pride she got from being the only person Wanda’s actually fucking; she wanted to keep that for herself.
“Could always come back downstairs with me and we’ll tell them together.” Natasha didn’t need much clean up, zipping her jeans back and standing awkwardly next to Wanda’s now prone form. Neither of them knew how to handle the ‘after’ yet, Nat’s tendency to check in on even her most casual of partners always ignored by Wanda who knew she’d undoubtedly needed that care but couldn’t stomach the possibility of being one in a string of partners.
So they avoided it as much as possible. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’d ever be seen anywhere with you, playboy.”
Wanda felt a different kind of yearning just then, one that dared her to give Nat the option to stay and her cheeks flushed all over again. Her solution was rolling over until her back was to Natasha, steeled herself to stay that way until she was left alone.
Nat sighed, long and audibly irritated, pondering the pros and cons of offering to do something together up here, a calm, private thing where she could sate that instinct to watch over Wanda without explicitly doing just that… but it’d require admitting she wouldn’t mind hanging out with Wanda and she did not want that.
“Sorry, I should’ve said if you wanted to take a night off of being an impossible bitch, you can actually try to enjoy yourself.”
The door closed behind her and Wanda could breathe again, flopping onto her back and staring at the ceiling. She felt empty and not only between her legs; unfortunately for Wanda, Natasha was no longer around to take her frustrations out on. “Stupid asshole..”
Eventually her night ended dangerously close to feigning some illness to lure Natasha’s attention back when she fell asleep and Nat’s, uncharacteristically leaving her party alone with the excuse of having forgotten her phone on the Wanda’s nightstand. She certainly didn’t use the opportunity to see Wanda again, surveying her sleep before pulling a blanket over the brunette’s shivering form.
#wandanat#wandanat fic#wandanat smut#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff#wandanat au#seven things au#wanda maximoff fic#natasha romanoff fic#motts writes.#maximotts
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omg they did the wicked thing ! !
just finished reading til the latest chapter of And They Were Roommates by @dreadpirateurania13
gosh i have so much to say about this fic, first off the world building was so much fun to learn about. i didnt grew up an ever after high gurly so i dunno which things are straight from the source material and which are a personal spin but regardless, it was pretty stellar mix of both things !
i am so happy the whole gang is here, it's always a treat to see all of them present in the story on a fic ! and the evolution of varigo's relationship here was hella fun to witness shift over the course of the story, they are so elphaba and glinda coded in the best of ways. I especially love how well set up their clashing beliefs and convictions were, being interwoven to the system they are forced to participate in and watch them develop an ounce of understanding for the other's opinions eventually. also love how natural it felt seeing hugo slowly get dragged involved in varian's circle of friends the way that he did !
and the way vat7k core elements (like varian decoding ulla's research) was slowly implemented into the lore as the plot thickens was so seamlessly done i loved it so much like oughh i ate that up !
overall i enjoyed this fun fic a lot and i am eagerly waiting for the True Hearts Day chapter ! [hyperventilating]
#daske art#vat7k#varigo#tangled the series#tangled#vatsk#varian and the 7 kingdoms#varian and the seven kingdoms#vat7k varian#vat7k hugo#otp: alchemist boyfriends#hugo rottewage#and they were roommates au#also just gonna share a fun lil thing down here#i chose to use a signature font for the storybook of legends title cuz...get it?#thats what the characters were told to do when they get to face said book in the story hee hee hEE#ANYWAY i had fun doing this to contribute to this peak au
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Almost
#zutara#atla#zuko#avatar the last airbender#katara#zutara fanart#Wip#First page of three is done!!!#Won't be sharing until I have the whole thing but I'm. So. Close!!!!!!!#It's been ages since I started this project omg#But it's worth it#Hopefully I'll get the chance to finish it tomorrow... Won't be making any promises tho#I've missed you guys and I can't wait to share this with you#Anyways I know it's ZK month (and all the content has been WONDERFUL so far) but I won't be participating. Sorry about that.#Working with prompts is such an amazing creative exercise but I know myself good enough to be certain that I'll never get past the first...#... prompt without coming up with seven different AUs and I can't deal with more of those right now lol#Like I've got this Blue Spirit! Katara and Painted Lady! Zuko AU on the works since last week or so. And more lore for the og BS/PL spirits#And also this S3 canon divergence AU... And another one... And another one...#And I need to work on them at my own rhythm otherwise I'll go nuts#So uh#Yeah#Love u all and I hope I'll get to share this one soon (if only to start on yet another comic. I've got ideas for two of them. Yay)#Dema out#(Sorry for the rambling I'm just anxious)#(Don't know why but I stopped caring a long time ago)
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the type of vibes retired monty brings to the paddock
based on this pic of nico rosberg... continue pushing my lightning mcqueen is nico coded agenda 😁
my beautiful post here i just needed to have these side by side. by nico coded i firstly mean looks but i have a long list... dont ask tho i wouldnt be able to elaborate
#with mr and mrs dinoco!!!!!!#pixar cars#cars#lightning mcqueen#strip weathers#lynda weathers#f1 au#in which mcqueen retires after his 2016 crash and joins cruzes team at dinoco#seven time champ doing sidequests idk. hes finally part of the racing family he has always looked up to#hes showing off the new dinoco sports footwear collab that i put zero effort into designing 😁👍#anyway i love these guys!!!!! old man strip... middleaged monty... peace and love on planet earth#lynda and strip matching btw :-) everyone is wearing dino colors but its so cute#this art feels so niche lmao but i need to have it out there...#plus part of the worldbuilding for this thing im writing. i guess#my art
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Have this little wip while I finish the other parts of this thing
#i did this at work on a break... 15 minutes feel like 4 at work...#anyways#im doing like 7 more things of this au so#GET READY I THINK#vat7k#varigo#my art <3#wip#current wip#hugo rottewange#hugo the human#varian#tts#tts varian#varian and the seven kingdoms#hugo vat7k#alchemy boyfriends
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Somethin for a silly lil thing I saw on Twitter
#toxart#rw#rain world#emergence#rain world au#srs#nsh#seven red suns#no significant harassment#trafficlights#srs x nsh#pajamas#so comfy#lil sketch#the gaes#emergence nsh#emergence srs#semi chibi? is that a thing
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[ The Goobers ]
Just saw a trending meme template ksnfj
#meme template#autistic pebbles au#tumblr memes#twitter meme#rw iterator#rw five pebbles#rain world#ask me anything#ask me things#srs rain world#rain world srs#rw srs#nsh rain world#rw no significant harassment#seven red suns rw#rain world seven red suns#rw seven red suns#seven red suns#no significant harassment#rw hunter#rain world hunter#rain word downpour#rw downpour
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i started writing an entire steve is seven fix-it au ficlet just because of this one scene that was stuck in my mind. but it's turning out way too long, so here's the scene instead
and god when he first meets eleven again. they all gather together at steve's to strategize and eleven steps into the house with hopper and the kids in tow. and steve just. starts crying as soon as he sees her.
"ellie," he sobs out. everyone, but robin, looks confused. eleven frowns but as steve takes his watch off and shows her his tattoo, her eyes widen in recognition. the kids move to interrupt, but eleven runs towards steve.
"seven!" she yells as she jumps into his arms. he holds her tight and sinks to his knees as his body is wrecked with sobs. el begins to cry into his shirt.
"i'm so sorry, ellie, i didn't want to leave you there, i'm so sorry," he gasps out.
"i know, it's okay, seven," she whispers.
the room is silent with varying levels of shock and heartbreak on everyone's faces. steve pulls away to put his forehead against el's.
"it's steve now, actually. well steven, but everyone calls me steve."
"steven... did you just add a t to seven?" el asks, scrunching her nose.
steve laughs and says, "my mom, or well the family that found me, gave me that name. it's a real name, i swear."
"what the hell is going on?" mike interrupts them.
steve sighs. it's time to explain everything.
#in this au steve has flashes of visions of the future#and starts planning to bring the entire gang together before canon#because he sees visions of them and realizes they will all be important against the upside down#he sets out to prevent a lot of canon events#stobin and steddie from s1 baby#steve harrington as seven#steve harrington has powers#steve harrington#el hopper#eleven stranger things#stranger things#ficlet#fanfiction#mine#fic#should i tag the others who were mentioned?#mike wheeler#jim hopper#robin buckley
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Consider: bisexual Varian and pansexual Hugo.
Bisexual Varian so he can freak out a bit about liking boys.
Pansexual Hugo because this traumatised, mistrustful, gonna-lose-it-all little blorbo would freak out about liking anyone.
#vat7k#hugo vat7k#varian vat7k#varian and the seven kingdoms#queer headcanons#headcanon#my headcanons#honestly not the biggest things to be focusing on but it fits my personal version of the story#also nuru’s lesbian and Hugo and Yong are big trans & little trans#vat7k au
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last snippet of the fake dating au because i'm almost done writing and will post soon!!!
Evan shuffles closer, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s chin, then settles with his head tucked in the crook of Tommy’s neck. “My evil ploy worked.”
“Your evil ploy?”
“Yeah, you know, pretending I need a fake boyfriend, bla bla. I’ve been playing you from the beginning, Tommy.”
Tommy snorts a laugh. “Nice try. You’re not that good an actor, honey.”
Evan pokes him in the chest a couple of times, then flattens his palm in between his pecs. “How did you know?”
“That you’re into me?”
“Yeah.”
Tommy breathes out a sigh. He wraps an arm around Evan’s shoulder, bringing him closer and holding him tightly before he rolls onto his back, smiling to himself as Evan settles with his head on his shoulder. “You followed me to the bathroom, for one.”
#bucktommy#fake dating au#i'll tag people when i post the whole thing#but for the purposes of. seven sentences sunday?#consider yourself tagged etc
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Happy Family!
Bonus fankid ref:
She inherited sonic's speed & she's super clumsy w/ it
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sonic the hedghog fanart#sonic fanart#amy rose#sonamy#sonamy fankid#fankid#sonic fankid#i love her so michfjksfd#she's a skrunkly#totally no angst for this seven year old ahahaha#so in this 'au"/future thing eggman mysteriously vanished for two decades so sonic settle down LOL#all u need to know for now...
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hi so sorority wanda and frat nat fucking in random bathrooms on campus ty
Okay okay so I don’t wanna spoil any particular background lore I’ve got cooking for them specifically, but basically Natasha loves to ditch classes with no consequences but Wanda goes to class religiously; if she misses class ever she’s like… super sick and is immediately sending an apology email to her professors!
All that to say: Natasha got her hands somehow she’s buds with Pietro on Wanda’s class schedule and loves to just.. stroll into her lectures and bother tf out of Wanda. If she’s lucky, Wanda’s not sitting next to anyone and she can plop down right next to her for a whole two hours of tormenting.
And of course it’s just so she can lean over and whisper to Wanda, even put her hands on her depending on how big the lecture hall is/where they’re sitting and Wanda is so annoyed, but she can’t make a big scene in the middle of class! The most she could get away with is slapping Nat’s hands away or bargaining with her to keep off and wait. Which is exactly how Natasha comes up with “meet me in the bathroom down the hall or I’ll come back here and make you scream right over the professor” and Wanda doesn’t know if Natasha’s serious or not, but she’s a little terrified Nat’s stupid enough to actually try something like that.
So yes, she meets her in the bathroom and sends an email to her professor that afternoon explaining that Natasha had to come back for her stuff because started feeling nauseous Wanda was still fucked out in the bathroom stall when Nat came back for her and had to go home to Nat’s room and lay down be bent over her mattress and fucked until she’s screaming all over again…
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just hanging out and watching the sky
click for higher quality and closeups under the cut
#slightly younger like five-seven ish? years before plot happens ian and rosa in the first one#the ignorance is bliss days#i like them being assholes together#they are throwing cans at cars on the street#ambiguous timeline second one#transcendence au#ian beale#rosa darling#alcor the dreambender#mira ramachandran#tau art#gravity falls au#reincarnation blues#my art#digital art#fan art#this is technically my default but i will probably retire this rendering method because it is soooooo ow#and doesn't give me as much control as i'd like#if anyone remembers that break i mentioned this isn't part of it i finished it last week#< i wrote that tag a week ago and then went on a drawing spree#never trust a thing I say
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Random doodle sharing time yet again. Pebbles such a creature
I should draw sunstone again, i reckon. Been a while
#just wanna get suns ref done first#but am being lazy#there's literally one thing left to do on it smh#seven red suns#five pebbles#rw sunstone#solar flare au#mmm#maybe i should ramble iterator biology in the meantime that could be fun#to be seen
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Ben leaves just before the suns rise.
The silence in the house makes Fox's skin crawl. He had quickly become used to their new little routine, and very much to the presence of another person around him. Not hearing Ben walking around the house turns the place immediately into something foreign.
Fox has never been good at being alone. No clone is. It is just the way things are for them. Born together, raised together, living togerher, dying together. He has never been alone before. First he had his brothers, then he had Bail and Breha, then he had Alderaan, and now-
Leia tugs at his shirt, demanding attention to her. Fox bounces his knee for a few times, indulging her for the moment. She seems more upset than she has been during the past few days, perhaps sensing the change as well, or simply noticing Ben's sudden absence.
Fox had thought that Ben had known this entire time. How couldn't he have known? Not knowing seems utterly impossible for Fox, for how strongly Vader's presence seems to keep following him, no matter how far away he is. How could Ben not have known?
There are suddenly so many things that Fox is less certain about, and what he wants to ask Ben, and what he wants to ask Breha and Bail.
Leia whines. She tugs at Fox's shirt more, pulling the fabric down as she tries to pull herself upwards. She had been doing that a lot as of late, pulling herself up like she is impatient to already get her feet under herself. She is attempting to do it now, too, but she cannot quite manage to contort her legs on Fox's lap in order to get enough leverage to succeed.
Fox shifts his hands, and lifts Leia up so she is standing on top of his legs. Her knees wobble a bit, but despite that, she remains stubborn in her attempt to climb even higher, her tiny nails now scratching lightly at Fox's collarbone.
"Bu!" She outright barks out the syllable. "Bu!"
She smacks Fox's chin, like she is trying to emphasize her voice. She is staring very intently at him, and for a moment, Fox is suddenly expecting her to open her mouth and actually speak.
Then the moment is over. Leia buries her face against Fox's collar, rubbing her nose and cheeks on him, in a way that Fox easily recognises as an attempt for closeness and comfort.
"Bu", she mumbles, and Fox's entire chest constricts. His hands shake with the sudden burst of energy he feels as he gathers Leia tighter into his arms.
"I'm sorry", he says. He presses his face against the top of her head. Her dark hair is soft against his skin. "I'm sorry, Leili'ika."
He's been so lost ever since they left Alderaan. Letting himself be swept into the repeating cycle of just doing things and not thinking about anything too much had been so easy. Easy for him, to escape the reality that they are currently in.
He had taken the easy way, when it is not what Leia needs from him.
She needs him to be actually there, not just as a body for her to hold onto.
Leia finally settles, and Fox counts her soft breaths while the sounds of the house come back in, filling in the silence one by one.
#it's been three hundred fourty and seven days since the last part (it's been like three months)#a somewhat sweet moment between leia and fox before we get back to the more...uh not so sweet things#don't worry about it okay#all previous parts are linked in my pinned post if someone doesn't know what's going on in this au!#sw#tcw#Commander Fox#Leia Organa#bail/breha/fox#Runaway AU#Star Writing#my writing
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Have this little thingy of juice box varian before I go to work fhheyhrttyrurhg
#ok so#my art <3#while rereading juice box#I FUCKKNG FOUND OUT THAT MY MIND HALLUCINATED HALF OF THE THINGS I DREW#FFFFFFUVK#anyways#juice box chronicles#juice box au#the juice box chronicles#juice box#vat7k#tts#varian#tts varian#varian and the seven kingdoms#varian the juice box#waffles juice box
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