#whenever i read fic i'm like yk what would make this better.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

If you're comfortable with doing smut, can you do a yan! best friend fic where reader says one night "I'm still a virgin" (yk because he never lets them go out) so he almost immediately changes that.

Will oblige <3

(Reader) cracked open another beer, a small frown on their tipsy face as they sat on their living room floor.

Not three hours earlier, (Reader) had been excitedly trying to sneak out of work after clocking off, hoping to do so without being caught by their best friend. (Reader) had seen their best friend getting chewed out by their management, so a small (not so) guilty part of them hoped that he would be stuck staying late to make up for whatever it was that he had done wrong. But as (Reader) silently clocked off, Max's voice right behind them startled (Reader) so bad they released a squeak.

"Why do you look so guilty?" He had meant it as a joke, but (Reader's) uncomfortable attempt at a smile caught him off guard.

"Heyyy.. I thought you were working late?"

"No? Why would I be?"

(Reader) swallowed hard, a tight smile still twitching on their lips. "Ah, the stars told me so! I knew astrology was a sham!" They replied sarcastically, unable to contain their annoyance.

"Is everything okay, (Reader)?" Max asked in a concerned tone, leaning in to better read (Reader's) expressions.

"I was just... hoping to go out drinking tonight. I was pretty excited to get home quickly and get changed."

Max's concern melted into another happy smile. "Oh, that sounds like fun!"

"Really?!" (Reader) was sure that Max would lecture them on the dangers of public drinking, or the disturbing hygiene levels of pubs, which is why they wanted to sneak out in the first place. Max was an amazing friend. An understanding, ride-or-die kind of man, (Reader's) sidekick since middle school, extremely hot, and the only person (Reader) felt they could trust with (almost) any secret.

There was only one problem..

Max was controlling. He was never mean about it, and (Reader) never felt like their friendship was abusive, but he was so nervous about everything that (Reader) didn't have much of a social life outside of work and it was starting to drive them crazy. He even moved in to the apartment right next to (Reader) so that whenever they tried to go out without him, he always knew.

"Of course! Why don't you start heading home, and I'll go pick up some beers?"

(Reader's) heart sunk. "S-sounds good.." they feebly attempted to appear pumped, smiling while raising a fist.

Which is why (Reader) was now in their comfortable pajamas getting drunk on the floor in front of their couch, increasingly becoming more and more frustrated while their best friend watched TV, oblivious to (Reader's) bubbling anger.

The dumb comedy made Max chuckle, the booze turning him silly. Usually it was contagious, but at that moment his laughter grated on (Reader's) nerves.

Max finally got the hint that (Reader) might be upset when they loudly crushed their empty can in irritation. "What's going on down there, (Nickname)?"

"I wanted to drink at a bar." (Reader) grumbled, reaching for another drink.

"What? Why?" Max asked, honestly confused as to where this was coming from. "Bars aren't safe, especially for cute people like you. Do you know how many people only go to bars to try and take home drunk people?"

His words snapped (Reader's) patience. "That's what I was going for."

"What?!"

(Reader) jumped to their feet, exasperated. "Oh my GOD, Max. I have needs! I want to fuck, Max, I. Want. To. Fuck." They ran their hands through their hair, leaving Max shell shocked and bright red. "It's getting pathetic, like, really sad. I can't even masturbate, because I'm afraid you'll hear me through the walls."

They collapsed back onto their ass, hands covering their heated eyes.

"You've chased away everyone I've ever had a crush on. I've never had a real relationship. I'm still a virgin. I just wanted to go out and have fun..." (Reader) whined, almost on the verge of tears.

Max slinked off the couch towards (Reader's) curled up form, gently prying (Reader's) hands away from their eyes. "Why didn't you ever consider me?"

"What?" (Reader) pulled away, falling back onto their elbows as Max continued crawling over them.

"I spent so many years praying you would look at me like a man instead of just as your friend. If you were so pent up, why didn't you ever turn to me?"

(Reader) flushed, their dumb little drunk mind having difficulty understanding what Max was trying to say. "Y-you're only saying that because you're drunk." They stuttered, the feeling of their friend's breath tickling their lips making them squeeze their thighs shut instinctively.

"Do you remember, when we were in highschool, and you told me that you liked Robin? That less than average looking basketball player?" Max leaned in, trapping (Reader) with his arms as one knee forced apart their legs, pressing against their crotch. "Do you remember how hard I worked to constantly keep you two apart?"

(Reader) bit their lip to contain a moan. Why were they so turned on right now? They tried to convince themselves it was the alcohol, but the scent of Max's favorite aftershave was making them quiver.

"There's nothing embarrassing about being a virgin, (Reader).." Max tugged on their ear lobe with his teeth, "but if you want, I'll gladly take it for you."

Despite his words of consent, Max's lips were on (Reader's) before they could answer, hungry and dominating, tasting every corner of their mouth while he rubbed his knee against (Reader's) fully aroused sex.

Pulling back, Max smirked at the blushing mess under him, wiping some of (Reader's) saliva off his lip with his thumb. "I never wanted to be your friend." He pulled off his shirt, while smiling almost teasingly.

'This isn't like Max...' (Reader's) half gone mind puzzled. It was like he was possessed.

"Do you know how painful it was, being in love with someone as oblivious as you? How many times you would invite me to sleepovers, and I would spend the entire night watching you sleep?"

His large hands reached down to his zipper, drawing (Reader's) attention to the noticable bulge straining against his pants. "I wanted our first time together to be after you finally fell for me, but..." he pulled down the zipper, and released his erect cock out over the top of his boxers. "... I have the rest of our lives to make you love me."

(Reader's) eyes widened at the size. They hadn't seen a dick that big in real life before, their only frame of reference for erections being in porn. "I don't think that'll fit." They spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.

Max smiled wider, his eyes almost watering with how hot they had become. "It will if you make sure it's wet enough." And for the first time that night, (Reader) understood what Max was saying. They sat up, nervously bringing their face closer towards Max's exposed dick. With experimental touches, their fingers danced along his shaft. At first they were scared that in their drunkenness they couldn't make Max feel good, but soon what little was left of their mind was overcome by desire. (Reader) kissed the tip before thrusting Max's cock as deep into their throat as it could reach. They had imagined themselves doing this so many times that (Reader) thought they knew what to do, but the smell and taste, the building yearning in their groin, and his pleasured moans... There was so much happening all at once that it made it hard to focus on just sucking him off.

(Reader) looked up into Max's eyes, searching for approval, searching for a sign that they were doing a good job. Apparently looking up was the right thing to do, because Max cried out suddenly and pulled himself out of (Reader's) mouth. "God, you're so cute! I can't hold it anymore, (Reader)..."

Max stood to remove his clothes entirely, before getting back on his knees to tear off (Reader's) pajamas. As their pants came off, it was received that they hadn't been wearing any sort of undergarments, which made Max pause, eyes widening and scarlet face deepening.

"Is.. is something wrong?" (Reader) asked fearfully.

"You're more beautiful than I imagined."

As (Reader) soaked in his words, Max was already positioning his drool lubricated member against (Reader's) hole.

He slowly entered his best friend, and laughed as he felt their body swallow him up. "God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this!" The second he was fully submerged he began fucking (Reader) hard and fast, unable to hold himself back, especially when their pleased gasps and cries of pleasure sang from their lips unconstrained. (Reader) clawed at Max's back, not knowing where to put their hands but needing to touch him everywhere.

"Fuck, you look so sexy right now. I love you so much, (Reader)."

(Reader) felt their walls subconsciously constrict at Max's words. They thought about every single time they had ever noticed how attractive he was, and how they would chastise themselves for thinking about their best friend that way.

"I love you too."

Max leaned back, pulling (Reader) up with them as he continued pumping in and out of (Reader) like a machine. "Say it again."

Something was getting tighter in (Reader's) stomach, and they felt like it was going to pop.

"I love you too!"

Max's speed picked up, like a desperate animal. "Again."

"I love you, Max!"

A hot feeling spread throughout (Reader's) insides as Max came inside them, his thick cum triggering their own orgasm.

His hold on (Reader) did not loosen, keeping his grip cemented as though they would disappear if he let go. Even after (Reader) passed out he didn't pull out, simply lying back with (Reader) now on his stomach. Max finally had them, the person he had been head over heels for for the past decade. And as he fell asleep what replayed in his now sober mind wasn't how (Reader's) body felt on his, but their words, echoing on loop in his mind.

"I love you too!"

[angelismmm]

Finally another arlan enjoyer! Could I get some hcs of a relationship with best boy?

(＾▽＾) relationship hcs ft. ARLAN !

☆ pairings. arlan x gn!reader

☆ synopsis. just relationship hcs w arlan, thats it lmao

☆ a/n. i just picked randomly with a wheel for which ask would i do while waiting for oshi no ko requests aksmdkasdm

⁂ how did it start?

again, like i specified in my other hc fic, or wtv, he meets you through asta! kind of seems like the type to not rly be all that social unless you already know him, or if its for business

kind of shy around you, like lowkey blushing when you both get to talk, but you probably can't really see his blush, the dark skin and stuff yk?! but when you cup his cheeks, they're so round and warm, that's a promise!

asta is such a silly, immediately noticed the crush he had on you, sort of stalked you guys honestly, it was for a good reason! she just listened in on a few conversations.. maybe more than few.. just for good measure, but she's never seen arlan stuttering over his words so much

putting one and one together, she already knew what was going down, and she just needed to get you both together immediately!

asta always has an excuse to leave you both alone after discussing whatever, "oh my, seems like my time is limited once again.. you both can just stay here and just chat for a bit, i'll be back!"

she never came back.

arlan kind of has a hard time trying to start conversations, so you gotta help a bit! be the first the talk, or start asking questions, he's kind of awkward and never really is good at socializing, but if you do the first step, maybe it'll even affect him a bit, and he'll do the first move!

⁂ what goes down (in the relationship)?

actual relationship hcs now, tbh arlan seems like the very clingy, will make it very not obvious though, on the days he really needs it, he'll ask you straight up, with a flushed expression, kind of looks away whenever he asks for this corny ahh stuff

"i just wanna-- i wanna ask.. i uh.. can we.. cuddle? if you're comfortable with that?"

such a sweetheart, i'm not even gonna lie, you probably caught him once or twice asking asta about stuff, like if you'd like these flowers, or if you like something else as a gift better,

will always be nervous when he asks you out, like a cheesy teen couple, he'll be holding out flowers, lowkey stuttering, and holding your hand at the same time

best bet, guaranteed, he has never been in a relationship before, the only reason he knows sooo much about dates is because of books! loves loves loves reading, would definitely be a fairytale irl w him when on dates, picks the cutest locations ever too, like a new cat cafe that opened up, sure!

super creative with gifts, he goes absolutely crazy with it ngl, but in a good way

kind of has a habit of just squeezing your hand while your fingers are intertwined with each other. just does it when he can't find the words to tell you how much he's missed you while you were gone.

probably would also tighten his grip around your waist when it gets a bit crowded in the streets, doesn't wanna lose you in the sea of people yk?!

likes it when you start to trace shapes on his palms or while you both cuddle, and start to draw little stars with your fingers on his back, really just lulls him to sleep, and feels comforted when you do that type of stuff.

finds it so attractive when you stretch, like it shouldn't be that attractive, but it is, he cannot help it, at all.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!

[thompsborn]

Don't want to end up oversharing, but I've been following homeward bound from chapter 3 and so much has changed in my life for the better ever since then. I weirdly feel like I've been maturing alongside the fic. I'll be getting my bachelor's degree in two months and I started reading during my first year. You have no idea how special this piece of work is for me and I'm very thankful you've decided to share it with us. I absolutely trust your process cuz each chapter you release is just perfection, whenever you're ready to release more I'll be there to read it. Now getting on with the actual question (sorry for writing so much ijbol), what do you think Harley and Peter think their dream home would be? What style, is it an apartment or a house and all that stuff.

oh my god i ?? i am lowkey crying omg

homeward bound is so special to my heart, i could write pages upon pages about my emotional attachment to this fic, but that would take a whole lot of time and i wanna try and answer your question, but just !! like i know logically people really care about hb too, like i’ve read so many comments and gotten asks and i know it but getting new asks or comments still sends me reeling because it’s so mind boggling and i’m just like?? damn!! thank u sm i’m glad that my post nwm coping mechanism turned general life coping mechanism has been with you like this <3

also! congratulations on getting your bachelors!! hell yeah!!!

okay, okay, okay, so to answer your question, i think it varies on the era of their lives, so like

peter growing up probably always thought it would be nice to have a house one day because he knows his parents had a house that he could very vaguely remember living in, but he was pretty open to home being anything. harley, on the other hand, grew up in tennessee and probably always assumed he’d live in a house because he’s always lived in a house. it probably wouldn’t have been until after meeting tony and thinking about maybe going to new york one day that he even considered the idea of living in an apartment, but even then, he couldn’t imagine it being permanent

by the start of homeward bound things are different. harley is living in the city for the first time, living in a dorm and sharing close quarters with harry, and he’s mourning tony and his life before the snap, still struggling to a world that’s so different from the one he remembers, so for him the concept of a dream home feel irrelevant. like, he’s focusing more on just making it to his classes and his shifts at late night and the unexpected social life that he sort of develops with the friends he was not planning to make, so picturing his future doesn’t extend further than getting through his first year at ESU and signing up for classes, yk?

peter, at this point, has entirely lost his sense of home and assumes he’s never going to get it back (which is why he has not once referred to his apartment as home, outloud or in his head) so he has no dream home because he doesn’t think he’ll ever have a home

i’ll keep this as light in spoilers as possible, but i’ll tag it homeward bound spoilers and give a warning here that this is future hb stuff butit doesn’t actually give away the plot if that makes sense?

the series is called homeward bound for a reason, basically—it’s following the theme of home. the mcu trilogy is titled with home becoming inaccessible (homecoming, far from home, no way home) so i want this series to explore an idea of finding it again

as the series progresses, ideas of home and what it is and what it looks like are going to change and adapt, but in terms of your question specifically, harley and peter are going to wind up with the same idea of a dream home: a small cozy house, not in the suburbs but not in the heart of the city either, within a reasonable driving distance from their friends.

(bonus: harry loves the idea of a penthouse, but in reality would like a house like his moms, or a nice apartment if the location is worth it. gwen grew up in apartments and likes the idea of a house but wouldn’t care if she never moved into one.)

[craxkbaby]

HEY BROOO, HOW'S LIFE? how are you and your girlfriend doing?? :33

I'm in need of advice for something and you seem like the perfect person to ask. I really want to get back into writing fanfiction, but I don't have a lot of skills or time and only have decent motivation at best😭😭 I wrote a Slashers fanfiction (platonic) back in 2022 (that's now unfinished, there's only one chapter left to write) on Wattpad and it gained some attention and I don't feel like it was the best... that's pretty where my writing career ended😞😞

Soooo, the point is, what advice would you give to a beginner writer? It can be about anything, like motivation, time, improvement of skills, not mischaracterizing characters etc. I hope I'm not bothering you with this and you don't have to reply!! 😄😄

also, one reason that I have for wanting to get back into it is because there's a severe lack of gender neutral and especially male reader and I want to help at least a little bit with making more fics with that type of reader and because I'm in a decent amount of fandoms (20+) I wanna write for

bye bye and remember to drink water!! :D

OMG HIII ilysm like I love all my homies BLSUEHS PLATONICALLY!!!1!1 TBH.. I’m gonna tell you HOW I got into writing and how I just got better at it as I continued on!!!

FIRST, I just got moots. My first one was Krash (guys go follow him NOW.) I didn’t really write anything as first and I just kinda floated around tumblr UNTILL Krash gave me my first post to write!!!!!

He kinda helped me get my writing journey started! My first write wasn’t as best, but the more I wrote the more I got better! I make my writing so detailed because I get detailed requests.

And tbh I relate to the motivation you have.. cuz me too dude!! I just don’t like to rush myself or be rushed. But sometimes I just push through and it isn’t always the best since my writing gets sloppy.. but I don’t like to take too long and keep the person who requested waiting so long!

BUTT my motivation gets the best at night, when I’m watching something or just laying down. I just enjoy being in a quiet environment.

AND YESSS THE LACK FOR GN AND MALE READER IS SOOO REALLLL!! It would be awesome to write about that, but you can have multiple options and write about fem male and gn!!

But I just like to make my writing detailed because I find it more enjoyable!! It’s best if you get like detailed requests to help with that! I can always be your first request hehehehwhehahaw laughs

So always take your time, don’t make anyone rush you because you don’t owe anything to anyone when it comes to your writing! The more time you take, the more your writing will look at its best!!!

For motivation, whenever you’re feeling like you want to write its best GET UP and write before that motivation runs away from you.

Mischaracterizing is like, sorta hard to avoid since everyone has their own preferences on the characters they love. They all got their own headcanons and allat, AND YK THATS OKAY! That’s how I write Jason Todd and I haven’t been criticized for mischaracterizing yet!!

The way I improved is by reading other peoples works and I’m just like “wow, I want to write like that!” And I just like, try to copy the way they word words and how they write!!!

And this might sound corny, but I honestly improved my writing by listening to music that matches the scenarios, like angst, romance, platonic. That just helps me for some reason..

SIGH THATS ALL THE ADVICE I GOT RN. IF U WANT MORE HELP U CAN ALWAYS ASK ME IN DMS!!!

[brick-a-doodle-do]

BRICKETH MY GORGEOUSETH!!!

yes that’s a real word. FIGHT ME ON IT!

I have questions for you :D (finally T-T)

What do you find sparks the most inspiration when writing?

Pick: never be able to read again, or only be able to read backwards (no word shuffling)

What’s a fav hobby for you outside of writing?

Top 3 fav fandoms go!

What gets you mothers most excited? Reblogs, comments or asks?

What was the first thing that sparked an idea for a dsmp gt centred fic?

As a fellow mlb fan, fav ship out of the love square?

You’ve asked me before but: what do you write on, font and font size, colour user?

Your favourite dsmp gt fic

Your least favourite dsmp gt fic

A fic you wished got more notes then it did

A fic that performed better than you were expecting

Do you write for yourself or for others?

If you could change one canon thing from dsmp season 1, what would it be and why?

A character you think is underrated

Something canon about your c!sona

Your fav oc and lil bit of info about them.

A random thing you like that others often don’t.

Ok I think I added enough questions! Go wild!!! Love you Brick!!! Have a lollipop 🍭

HILOOO!! I LOVE BRICKETH DSFJGDSJDNF!!!

SDGHFDSJGCSDFDNF THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS I LOVE YOU!!

probably music when i'm actually writing, and sometimes shows/movies will spark aus ideas cause yk it's pretty easy to pick a plot from a movie/show subplot,,

read backwards!! it'd be cool because 1. i could learn to read backwards and 2. it'd make suspense & tension so much better! i love when characters in a horror movie slowly make sense of something written backwards :D

mm probably baking? idk i'm a very boring person irl so it has to be baking--i'm not very good at making baked goods look appealing but it always tastes really good :D and it's just fun to be in the kitchen and bake sdjjgdsdnf

uhuhuhuh g/t dsmp & horror,,,, is horror a fandom??? it is now!

ASKS AND COMMENTS!!! I LOVE READING THINGS!!! I WOULD RATHER HAVE 100 COMMENTS AND 1 REBLOG THAN 1 COMMENT AND 100 REBLOGS

mm time to get into this !! probably little streamer au, because that sparked an idea for an au where dream was tiny and george was human. then i wanted to ask ppl for prompts and then curiosity came from a prompt i got on a random prompt generator. at the time it wasn't g/t and was a normal fic following the same plot except wilbur was a lot friendlier and didn't trap tommy sdhjsdnf

marichat, it's so basic and so underrated, i get so hapy whenever i see the two of them together :D also for some reasons they're vibes are pretty cool. all of their scenes are nice

i used to color my pages when i was bored but then i stopped. so currently, i write in size 8 and my font is times new roman. aaand i write mainly on google docs, but sometimes i'll write on notes if im in a hurry (usually tho notes is for quick idea jots)

supermarket au will forever have a VERY special place in my heart and i looove supervillain and super...tiny? au, so i'm going to go with those two before i add more and never end my ramble sdjgjsdnf

alr for this i am not doing anyone elses fic and instead doing mine because 1. i don't think i could pick one and 2. if i did i don't think i have the heart to say cause i don't want to make anyone upset :'D SO from MY aus, my least favorite is probably my mlb au. the concept is amazing but worldbuilding is incredibly confusing and i keep changing the au plan,,,

MY GHOST FILES FIC!! I'M SATISFIED THAT I GOT SOME NOTES ON IT BC YEE THAT'S AWESOME BUT I HAD A LOT OF NOTES ON OTHER POSTS ABOUT IT, WHERE DID THOSE PPL GO??

hmm probably oh george. i knew it would do semi-well but i didn't expect it to get almost 100 notes--- the dsmp g/t fandom really likes dream apparently sejhgjsdnf

it depends, some of my wips are for me and won't be posted (looking at you non g/t fics) but my g/t fics are usually for other people, especially those gifts i give out. looking at my recent post i definitely think i like writing for other ppl tho

honestly (and this may be just because i haven't finished the lore yet) i think i would want tubbo to do the s1 ending. when he mentioned that he said he thought amnesia was lazy but it wasn't up to him, it makes me wonder what he'd come up with, because tubbo is a really smart guy when he needs to be

hbomb!! i don't watch him a lot and i've only seen him a bit in lore but so far all of the interactions with sbi in pogtopia era i really like hbomb :D

her home is very tidy despite her temper,,

i don't have too many ocs but my favorite is probably celina! i made her a while back with my friend a few years ago. basically the whole thing we did was celina is a "crazy lunatic nurse" get it? C(razy)eL(unatic)iN(urse)a i was pretty proud of that one lol. anyway the "lore" was just me and her doing a huge game of hide and seek in a roblox game asfdjgdfsjdnf. legit i was hunting her for about 4 hours

i genuinely have no idea-- maybe VORE?? i mean i have this little friend group on here that likes it and i'm in a community that likes it but if i walk up to someone irl and say "hey i like people eating other people alive :D" then i don't think it'd end well LMAO

THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THESE LOVELY QUESTIONS! HAVE A BRICK! HAVE TWO! 🧱🧱

[withleeknow]

oh so so many thoughts today 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

your tags in the last ask are so wholesome + fuzzy 🥺; you're an absolute delight to talk to + interactions like these are such a lovely reminder of the positives in the current culture of kpop/fandomships/social media in gen. (♡)

I just read light years. and tell me why I started tearing up at four. (this is not an exaggeration) from POV's confession to lino's uttered words against their lips lord-

ngl this might have taken the crown as my fave piece of yours specifically bc the way that you'd paced the narrative in evoking mimo's emotions throughout each chapter of his life was so powerfully executed in the build-up to the last segment; THE QUEEN OF ANGST ISTG *bows endlessly and throws flowers at your feet as a virtual love language*

ugh how am I supposed to get back to work now <3 🍙

i really enjoy talking to you too, it's always so wonderful whenever you pop up here and knowing that we have more in common outside of skz just makes it so much better 🥺🤍

light yearsss! i feel like that might've been my proper reintroduction to angst bc i haven't written Angsty™️ (with a capital A) stuff in a whiiile. and i did have my reservations when it comes to writing Angst on this blog bc it's a different audience than i was used to so i didn't know how people would respond yk. but the reception so far has been very nice and it's given me more confidence to write more angsty pieces here 🥹 tho i have to say that the kind of angst that i've posted here so far probably is much less painful than what i'm capable of (this and this are the angstiest fics i've written saurrr idk maybe a little shameless plug if you wanna check it out sometimes 🥹) so i'm pretty excited to get back into writing things that (hopefully) make people cry !! hehehehhe

i take a lot of pride in this so thank you so much onigiri, it really means a lot :((

[plxviofiles]

Paris in the rain.

"walking down an empty street, puddles underneath our feet."

pairing; wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warnings; none

sypnosis; wanda's dreams always seemed too far away, but what happens when someone unexpected enters her life, and helps one of them come true?

a/n; hello!! school is kicking my ass. I'm alive and writing dw. hope this fic makes sense lmao yk the drill 😭 yes, the title and fic is inspired by paris in the rain by lauv <3 i suggest u listen to it while u read! also the wanda i had in mind for this fic was probably much like aou!wanda. basically she's exhausted and tired of being hurt, and unsure, and tends to be more reserved, but one thing she slowly becomes sure of is that she would do anything for you.

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@losethetimewqr decided to combat ur angst w fluff. u will never turn me into an angst writer i'm sry <3 @nothoughtsonlynat u r also not excused from the spiderman fic 😋

↳ THE rain was heavy.

If it weren’t for your trusty umbrella, you would’ve been drenched for sure. Shaking your head in a failed attempt to flick the rain drops out, a blot of brown caught your view.

You weren’t alone in this rain after all.

She was there too.

You walked over with caution, not wanting to scare her.

She barely even lifted her head when you were right in front of her. The girl looked small on the sidewalk, clutching her jacket closer around her figure.

“You’re shivering,” you mumbled, as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

She’s quiet for a minute, before finally speaking, “No shit.”

You didn’t even have to think twice before taking your other umbrella and holding it over her head. Suddenly, the rain didn’t plague her anymore. Wanda reluctantly looked up to catch a glimpse of you.

You were getting soaked. Quickly. But, Wanda’s gaze softened.

Warm and smiley. The background didn’t suit you.

“I can’t just-“

“Yes, you can.”

She looked indignant. You couldn’t care less.

Her fingers grazed yours when she took the umbrella. Ironically, you relaxed when she did, taking off your drenched jacket and draping it over your head as if it could make it any better.

“Let me walk you home,” Wanda is firm in her tone, “It’s the least I can do.”

“I’m perfectly fine with getting soaked in the rain,” you grinned, and Wanda shook her head, “Please.”

You let her in the end, and Wanda felt almost bad for taking you out of your element. With you skipping in puddles, and humming at the same time, Wanda was sure the irony wouldn’t be visible just to her.

“Thank you,” you say, once you reached your home, accompanied with a soggy kiss on the cheek that the brunette found she didn’t mind.

Her fingers tingled all the while too, since your first touch.

She pushed the umbrella onto your chest. Your eyes went wide.

“I forgot to return it to you yesterday.”

Her cheeks were burning. You remember it’s because right after the kiss on the cheek, she ran off.

“No problem,” you said breezily, putting the now dry umbrella into your locker, “So, I was-“

But when you turned around, she was already walking away.

“Wanda!” you shouted, and she turned around, eyebrow raised.

You knew her name.

Running up to her and panting a little, you grinned, “Wanna grab lunch together?”

And Wanda knew it was a stupid crush. She knew she would never have any chance with you, not in a million years.

Her slender fingers tighten around her backpack straps, and she noticed the way you played nervously with the necklace around your neck.

“Sure.”

The old necklace pendant shone in the light, and you knocked on her door.

“Wands?”

She’s at the door a second after hearing your voice.

“Y/n,” she smiled.

You soaked in the whole look. Her hair wild and loose, a slight tilt of her head, wearing nothing but shorts and an oversized shirt. She smelt like cinnamon and sugar, no doubt the result of her constant baking whenever she was stressed out.

You were getting used to seeing her smile, even if it was something she didn’t do often.

“Hey!” you burst into the house, almost tripping the brunette, “Can I come in? Thanks! You know the last episode came out today, right, assuming you remember…I made your favourite food and I thought we could watch it together. Unless you need to study? Then I could just leave, and-“

She stopped you when she leaned in close, your faces inches away from each other.

Your talking died down and you just stared into her stormy eyes, not being able to think straight.

Wanda clicked her tongue impatiently.

“I’m not studying now,” she mentioned promptly, patting your head, “This sounds great. Thank you.”

You touched your head with confusion at her gesture, hastily standing on the couch to watch where she was going.

“I call dibs on the popcorn!” you yelled as she flipped you off while walking to the bathroom.

When she came back, you proceeded to watch the show and eat your food. Wanda complimented your cooking skills, but knowing that she was a master chef (in your eyes. she always denied it), you knew she was taking it easy on you.

“Thank you for this, again,” she mumbled softly, and you nodded, waving at the girl, “Anytime! I’ll see you tomorrow, Maximoff!”

She frowned, grabbing your arm in a rush of sudden adrenaline.

Her movements felt unsure. Sudden.

Her eyes widened for a split second, mirroring your surprise. Letting your arm go like she had touched lava, she mumbled, “Sorry…you just called me by my last name.”

You were confused, “Yes…because that’s what friends do?”

Friends? Wanda thought.

“They do?” she questioned.

You smiled at her, again.

“Bye, Maximoff.”

“Maximoff!”

Wanda wiped her tears away in record time, pushing the forsaken jar to the side.

But you were already in her room by then, peeking and trying to see what she hid, “What was that?”

Wanda huffed dismissively, “Nothing. Mind your business.”

When she saw you deflate a little, she retracted her words, “I mean…knock next time...okay?”

You nodded slowly, and sat down on the bed, swinging your legs. She knew you were still wondering. She tapped her fingers on her thigh, hesitanting.

Sighing, and picking up the jar, she held it up to your line of vision.

“Paris. I wanna be there.”

“And dance in the rain?”

She scrunched her nose at the statement and you giggled.

“Paris in the rain,” you dreamily repeated, “It’ll be ethereal.”

She stayed quiet, pondering your words, “Yes, I imagine it would be.”

Your attention went back to the jar. It was filled about a quarter through, but she was losing hope.

You got up and ruffled through your bag, walking forward.

“Here.”

Wanda’s eyes were gouging. You gave her more than enough.

“My family is rich,” you shrugged sheepishly, hands in your pockets, silently hating how cliche this was, “I never really had a good reason to ever use their money so I usually avoided it.”

She never knew.

“I can’t just-“

“Yes, you can.”

Wanda just couldn’t help but feel like you were always giving.

“Hey,” you placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “It’s no problem. Really.”

Wanda’s arms snaked around your waist, and pulled you a little closer. She was trembling, happy tears escaping.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” the brunette asked, hair stringy.

“For picking me up even though it was raining,” you mumbled in the front seat, fiddling with the paper bag of food Wanda had thoughtfully packed for you.

Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel, “It’s not hard.”

Not if it’s for you, she thought.

“If this was in Paris, it would’ve been more romantic, don’t you think?”

The joke tasted bitter in Wanda’s mouth. It was too soon.

She gripped the steering wheel tighter.

You winced at your own boldness. An apology yanked itself out of your lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

The ticket was cancelled. For some unknown (and probably stupid) reason, she couldn’t get her money back. It was all lost. Her hard work and your generosity.

“It’s not your fault,” she reached over with one hand, touching yours gently.

“Neither is it yours,” you replied, holding the hand she offered. Wanda's hands were big. Nice and soft too. Sometimes you caught youself staring at them out of habit. Was there anything not annoyingly gorgeous about this woman?

Wanda’s moods were quick to dispel whenever you were around. Life had a funny way of showing it didn’t entirely hate her. One sentence and a charming smile and Wanda would be weak on the knees.

“Wanda?”

“You’re zoning out!” you huffed, waving your free hand in front of her face.

Wanda blinked out of her trance.

Her lap felt warm.

“Babe, you’re not paying attention to the movie,” you complained, playing with her hands. A random movie Wanda couldn’t recall served as background noise.

“Sorry,” she whispered gently, hugging you tightly, “I got distracted.”

“By what?” you paused the movie, genuinely interested in what she was going to say, “I can see your thinking face.”

“I don’t have a thinking face,” she said, with her thinking face.

“Yes, you do,” you argued lightly.

“Okay, okay. It’s just,” she pointed at the window, gaze transfixed.

Rain.

“It’s just the rain,” she finished softly, eyes finally meeting yours.

You pulled her into a deep kiss, and suddenly, Wanda forgot about everything else. The softness of your hair, the smell of newly washed clothes, the taste of cider, and the sound of your chuckle were all there was. She just felt you. A million people could be calling her name, vying for her attention, but her sight would always be on you.

“Let’s go outside,” you smiled lovingly.

It took some time, but you managed to drag your girlfriend out of her comfy position and outside of your place.

“What do you want me to do now?”

She stood gingerly in a dry area as opposed to you, who was dancing, your shoes splashing in the water.

“Dance with me!”

Wanda’s famous nose scrunch made way to her face, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing her and placing her next to you in the rain.

Nothing could be heard over your laughs and Wanda’s half-hearted complaints.

You grasped her hands and soon, she was dancing too.

“Everything with you feels right, and anywhere with you feels like, Paris in the rain.”

Wanda snorted, stepping on your toes on purpose, making you yelp.

“We don’t need a fancy town, or bottles that we can’t pronounce.”

Wanda laughed, loud and free, movements disoriented. Her stepping on your toes were clearly on purpose, but given you were in a good mood (and totally not because you would let her run over you if she wanted to), you ignored it.

“Cause anywhere, babe, is like Paris in the rain,” you wrapped your drenched arms around her waist, “When I’m with you.”

She kissed you, much like the one you gave her the day she walked you back, except this time, much to Wanda’s pleasure, it was on the lips.

“When I’m with you,” Wanda said, a warm, feather like kiss to your nose after, “It feels like Paris in the rain.”

Wanda wasn't worried about the rain anymore. Let's just say that something - or someone - kicked whatever remaining thoughts there were and happily replaced them with herself.

"Wanda?"

She was here, in the rain, that she found herself warming up to. Honestly, if all it took was missing Paris in the rain to be here with you, in this way, and in this moment, she didn't care.

"I'm here."

[zgvlt]

Hi👋🏻I'm here to say that I'm ABSOLUTELY ADORE your Riddle x Reader fic ❤️❤️❤️

vdoabsiwnshj I didn't expect my ask to be this long. Sorry(?)🙏💦 This is kind of embarrassing so I'm going anon🙈🙈

The way you portray Riddle and Reader is not really something I often seen in the fandom.

Instead of the quite common "Troublemaker x Rule Sticker" or "Slacker x Hard worker", it is "scholar-lord x scholar-lord", two people who have chemistry with each other, but put their first priority on studies instead of relationship is just🤌🤌 hsabpwycdkpshsvsjskskskwhwpb

Therefore, the ending is very satisfying for me🤭🤭 "Maybe more than friends, less than lovers"=my fave trope💁‍♀️ I'm so lovin' it~♡

About ur characterization of Riddle, I really like how his need of having to be the dominant one/in control is there and also very on point😭😭😭😭 He couldn't bear being looked down on/underestimated, to the point even something so small, like the reader sitting on desk would look like towering over him sorta irks him in a way---one of the reason why the 'empty classroom part' is my fave scene🥺🥺🥺

Listing other stuffs I like below. Or else, this ask would be longer than it already is🤣🤣🤣

the way you write Riddle thinking he is subtle with his thing, but is actually not😂

Riddle's lab coat voice line reference😆😆😆

Stages of feelings development from Riddle's side [jealousy/respect👉🏻adimiration👉🏻appreciation👉🏻adoration]

Riddle being 'dense, but not too dense'+"But why would you want my attention anyway? Because you wanted to be my friend?" Idk why this cracks me up so bad🤣🤣

The way Riddle goes from refusing the idea of like-like to as I interpret subconsciously(?) accept the inevitability coming and his jealousy dyed down at the end😲😲, to which his feelings is now "not yet on the crush phrase, but the fondness is there(?)"👀

Riddle refusing to use the L word🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jealousy from both sides are stemed from respect of the other person

"Jealousy won't just disappear because you befriend someone or end up loving them" Feeling sm resonance over this😭😭😭

How Reader seems calm and nonchalant, but can be quite emotional(?) I've always love the idea of Riddle's s/o being an emotionally mature person that would cool themselves down or both of them whenever thry sennse their argument is seemingly escalating

The argue part, plus I totally agree with you on the "Riddle would be good with someone who could argue with him."

Extra note on (10)

As I think arguments is not 100% a bad thing, clashes and conflicts can serve as a way of knowing each other on a deeper level+broaden perspectives (which I hc Riddle' would learn to appreciate), just careful the words not to hurt the other too much+properly make up

[talking about this fic]

oh my god you know when when the ask notif popped up i went to click it and my phone crashed i was like (!!!) is smth wrong with the ask? nathya getting hacked era? but no it was just my phone

anon who are u do i know u 🤔 you type like people i know but i'm also delusional so 🤷‍♀️ but also ANON not to be parasocial right now UR MY NEW BESTIE YOU GET ME YOU GET ME!! i thrive off of feedback like this so scrumptious while reading i went from 😴🤒😷 (i was feeling ill) to 🤩🤭😳 i was smiling and all!!

riddle... when he brings up the friend part he's sort of like, "i mean, if you were also jealous me, then maybe you wanted to be my friend. that was what i was going through"

(8) is me @ my own experiences 😝 since i like dumping my emotions and turning them into fics, but it's true! the people i've been most jealous of are easily my closest friends so yk! life advice from nathya HAHAHA /j

And yeah on (10) i agree! Of course there are healthy ways to go about it, as long as they remember to take a step back to properly communicate, but yeah to better phrase it I see Riddle best with someone who can challenge him, not just academically but in general (but academics is a good way to start)

[doodlebloo]

your fics bring plenty of comfort they are so very cool and well done. anytime i have to describe the way you write to a friend i try to say its like canon but Better in the sense that its like. all of the moments you wouldnt witness on stream, seeing every character fully rounded out and the sort of friendships and communication between them that you never see in canon because everyone is a hot mess. genuinely SO good, and the way with wedding bells and ATYFIL that you like... none of the chapters feel like cliffhangers or like there's more to be expected and it sucks to not have it? its less like a means to an end and more just the continuous build through chapters that makes both fics feel whole even though they aren't technically finished yet. with fics for beeduo and clingyduo its so easy to feel like one of the characters is being based/included because of their relationship with the other, but they always feel whole the way you write them?? your beeduo fics are tubbo centric AND ranboo centric AND do every aspect of both characters AND their relationship justice, same for clingyduo. did NOT mean to turn this into an essay im so sorry i just love your writing </333

Anon this is literally one of the highest compliments I have ever received fr... Ok I'm sorry I started rambling in response but I'm putting it under a cut <3

Literally the thing I put the most effort into when writing is characterization, like I'll go back through after I'm done and tweak anything that doesn't feel quite right to me, but also! I kind of don't vibe with c!beeduo fics that like NEVER mention Tommy not even once yk. Like if it's a one shot Okay I Guess but Tommy is a big part of Tubbo's life and it feels weird that he would just like never think or talk about him even if they aren't on good terms when the fic takes place. Cmon guys that's his brother ykwim. It's good to hear that Im doing a decent job with Ranboo tho, I really don't feel like I do cranboo justice but I certainly do try :)

Also lol I don't really like ending on cliffhangers bcos I'd feel guilty if I didn't have the next chapter out for a while (that isn't to say that None of the chapters will ever end cliffhanger-ish but I try to avoid it?) It's fine when other ppl do it tho I don't mind that I just like it better for each chapter of both fics to feel sort of Self Contained, like if you really wanted to you could read Just that chapter and not feel like you're missing out yk? :)

Wedding Bells specifically is so cathartic tho I literally wrote it bc it's exactly what I would want to read if I was having a bad day or hating canon and just wanted to block it all out for a bit :) When I'm done w it I honestly might make another work set in that universe for just one shots that will sporadically update whenever I feel like it just bc I like writing for it so much lmao. It's just fun and sweet and I like it a lot and I'm glad you like it as well! <3

[killerandhealerqueen]

Hi yes what is your opinion on catboy!yohan? Yk. Cat ears and tail on him. Sometimes he can transform into a cat. Cat like tendencies. Those things. :0c

Hmm...Catboy!Yohan...if you're looking for me to write a fic, anon, I've got like 59 prompts at the moment, I'm not writing anymore prompts for a while. But as like...in general? I think it's a very cute concept. Now, I don't know a lot about cats (I had a dog growing up but I love cats) and I feel like if Yohan had a tail, people around him could tell when he's either happy or irritated because I know that cat's tails tend to flick back and forth when they're irritated and they stand up when they're happy. So I feel like if someone wanted to know how Yohan was doing, they'd just look at his tail because while his face can be as blank as a slate, you can't hide emotions in your tail. Now, if he was a cat, he would be the prettiest black cat ever. Like his coat would be sleek and shiny, his claws would be immaculate...over all, he'd just be a pretty kitty. He'd also be very selective of whom he chooses to be around. Sometimes he'll just lounge around in his office on his desk and if anyone tried to come near him, he'd just flick his tail and maybe let out a warning meow to like not touch him. But sometimes he wants pets (especially if he's had a bad day) and he'll shift into a cat and pad over to Gaon and all but climb into his lap and refuse to move until Gaon gave him pets. Gaon would just roll his eyes but he would humor Yohan and give him all the pets, scratching him under the chin and on the top of the head, sometimes giving him bum pats (because cats like that). Gaon will sometimes even coo "who's a pretty kitty" because he knows that yohan likes his ego stroked and because yohan turns into a straight-up motorbike engine whenever Gaon coos at him. As for Elijah, he'd act indifferent to her sometimes but sometimes when she'd be working, he'd come over to her (in cat form of course) and like, rub against her legs or jump into her lap while she's working. That always irritates her and she starts scolding him but she never pushes him off because in human form, she doesn't feel very close to him but in cat form, she can talk to him and pet him and just be closer, like when she was little. Yohan also makes a great comfort animal, especially to Gaon and Elijah whenever they have nightmares. He'll curl right up next to them during the night, making sure that he's tucked up right against their chest so that they know that he's there and sometimes he'll purr, just to calm them down. If either one of them are having a really bad nightmare, Yohan will nudge their faces with his head to try and wake them up and he will keep nudging them or even batting their faces with his paw until they finally wake up. Then he'll cuddle with them all night but by the morning, he's gone. When they try to talk to him about it, he'll play dumb or say that they were probably just dreaming or imagining things and when he turns away, there's a small smile on his face. Basically, catboy!Yohan would be absolutely showered in love, both as a cat and as a human (because Gaon loves both and while Elijah might like cat form Yohan better because it's easier to talk to him, she still loves both versions) and his emotions and actions would be easier to read because he has cat ears and a tail and those things are expressive as FUCK.

[liberty-barnes]

Miah’s 1K Celebration

so...

welcome to the mess that is my 1k celebration cause i’m unable to make simple choices and can’t stand the thought of letting people down

as you can see, i’m perfectly normal

the literal 1005 people following me would disagree on that but heyyy details

so anyway

one thousand

one bloody thousand people following me

my inicial reaction is whyyyy??? i’m just a bisexual disaster who sometimes writes a half decent fanfic but you deemed me worthy of your follow?

then i started crying cause yk

but bottomline is, i love you all, you’re the bestest people in the whole entire world, so i’m gonna make both a sleepover and a writing challenge

sleepover cause i like answering questions

writing challenge cause it gives me a chance to show you all other artists and discover other artists myself cause we all need them and they deserve more recognition

special shoutout to my mutuals who i’ll tag at the end for always being there for me and supporting me through every high and every low, y’all are the real heroes here

BUT ANYWAY, ONTO THE CELEBRATION PART, WHICH FINDS ITSELF UNDER THE CUT OTHERWISE IT’D BE TOO BIG TO PROPERLY REBLOG (i tend to ramble a bit, but you already knew that)

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: December 20th 2020

Who can participate: everyone, anon or not! no need to be following me either

send me asks for:

✨ my opinion on...

🌻 cast my mutuals as...

🎵 i'll put my playlist on shuffle and give you a song

🍉 random fact about me

🦔 what's my favorite...

🍀 i'll give you advice (or just listen to you rant, if you want)

💬 last text [insert person] sent me

💌 handwritten letter

🎬 movie rec

📖 fic or blog rec

📘 inspiration behind [insert fic name], how i came up with it or if you have questions about it

🖋 line from one of my WIPs (tell me if you want fluff or angst, i won't tell you the pairing or anything, that's no fun)

💋 kiss, date, marry [insert people]

🎤 give me a song an i'll do a mini cover of it (it will be 1min long tops cause that's all tumblr can take lmao)

📷 random picture from my camera roll (you can request a theme if you want, like pictures from my childhood or awkward pics or something)

Rules:

• Open to anyone (don't have to be following me)

• Send me a DM or ask with the prompt(s) you want (two people tops per work) and who you're writing about

• Smut is allowed but make sure to put it in the warnings

• I will accept works for any Marvel character or cast member, part of the Holland clan, 1D member or affiliated, Teen Wolf characters or cast member, Maze Runner character or cast member

• Can be reader inserts or not, but please specify it in your DM/ask too

• Tag me when you're done

• All works will be rebloged under #Miah's 1k writing challenge and put in a masterlist that will be specifically created for this writing challenge

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: January 11th 2020

Prompt list:

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

3. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

4. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

5. “Can you just please hold me?”

6. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

7. “Can I stay here tonight?”

8. “You’re really warm.”

9. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

10. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

11. “You are crushing me right now.”

12. “Darling I love you and all, but please get out of my kitchen.”

13. "I leave you alone for five minutes and this happens."

14. "I didn't fall. The floor looked lonely so I wanted to hug it." "Then why are you crying?" "It was an emotional reunion."

15. "There's no such thing as too many fairy lights."

16. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

17. “I love you.” “No you don’t”

18. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

19. “I miss the old you.”

20. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

21. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

22. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

23. "It's okay. It's not your fault that I couldn't be enough."

24. "Please don't leave me."

25. "You have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

26. "Will you shut up for once in your life?"

27. "This isn't about us."

28. "I will shove a christmas tree so far up your ass that when you open your mouth we'll see the fairy lights."

29. "I'm not crying, my eyes are sweating"

30. "Is that blood?" "Yes, but it's not mine." "Is that supposed to make it better?"

31. "I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

32. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

33. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?"

34. "I can explain!" "Then explain." "Okay, I can't explain."

35. "Get out of here with your facts. Just because you're accurate does not mean you're interesting."

36. "How many hearts did you break while trying to keep yours intact?"

37. "I know everything. It's in the job description."

38. "One more word out of you and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth."

39. "Do you listen to girl in red?"

40. "Is that code for something or am I just paranoid?"

41. "With how things have been going, I might as well start working at a circus."

42. "I love (him/her/them)." "Then why did you give up?" "Cause (he/she/they) deserved better."

43. "I want to ask but something tells me the answer will be more disturbing than anything I can think of."

44. "Do you think he's... *flicks wrist*?"

45. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" "Do you want me to answer that honestly or politely?"

46. "Just how clumsy are you?"

47. "So... the weather?"

48. "Just leave."

49. "Don't you fucking dare!"

50. "You don't have to talk right now. But whenever you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be here to listen."

tagging and complimenting my amazing mutuals cause y’all deserve it

@parkersbliss​ thank you for marrying me, first of all, and for being the most amazing wife one could ask. i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and i will never stop ebing thankful for your existence

@peterspideyy​ thank you for listening to my rants along with grace and supporting me during all my simping, you’re the sweetest thing existing since powdered sugar

@theamazingtomholland​ thank you for always putting a smile on my face, reminding me that i’m loved everyday and just being you, cause it’s the best thing you could be

@lozzypoz321​ thank you for listening to me rant abt my fics and how much i hate writing and then motivating me to write again or do basic things like get out of bed lmao (we still have the best taste in music)

@everything-is-alrightt​ kenzie lovely, thank you for being the pure little ball of unfiltered joy that you are cause even thinking about you and the jump shit your brothers get up to makes me smile like crazy, you’re amazing and don’t you dare forget it

@spider-trash​ thank you for being my brother, going alon with my ridiculous schemes for corrupting posie and making me laugh out loud every time you come up with something even worse, you’re the coolest bro i could ask for

and finally, thank you @fallinfortom​ for inspiring me to write in the first place, being an amazing mum to us, an actual good role model for me to have and for your random appearances in my dreams and the fun english teacher who makes us read tom holland fics instead of english literature. you’re amazing and i’m incredibly thankful to know you

love you all to the ends of the universe and back again, Miah