#yayy i finally finished a fic

[genderlessjacky]

posting screenshots cus WHY DOES TUMBLR HAVE A WORDCOUNT????

[mammalsofaction]

Rating: T

Ship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Outside POV, post OWCA Files, cast of OWCA files, human Perry the Platypus, eatablished relationship, relationship reveal, TW OWCA Cafeteria

The thing about Heinz, Agent Maggie the Macaw thinks over lunch, was momentum.

When he starts, the man doesn't really know how to stop, oftentimes to his own detriment. This applied to a lot of things: inventing. Fidgeting. Sleeping. And-very rarely-drinking.

Most commonly, she thinks this as he keeps talking.

It used to irritate her the most, especially when they were just starting out. She can tell. It hadn't bothered Perry or Karen at all, respectively due to experience dealing with the man for 8 years, and sheer fuck-all-serry. Harry actually listens. He contributes too. Maggie's convinced he likes it, though their chemistry might be due to Harry's own previous experience in crime and hench-villainy.

She picks up quickly over the course of training that she was the only one permanently bothered, and so keeps her mouth generally shut about it, though she does not hide her agitation. It grows on her quickly enough, because while Heinz rambles, he doesn't try to talk over anyone, and never presumes to speak for any of them. He's stubborn, perhaps, but not cocky, which had always been the most unpleasant side effect dealing with talkative agents back in her years in the academy. Especially with those who were white, male, and older than her.

Heinz almost never actually expects to be engaged with, at least, or if he was, it is with Perry. Maggie's known about Perry even before she had left her Academy in New York; the man was infamous, after all, and his kids had seats in the Senate on sheer credit. Knowing, and being personally trained by the man, has only since heightened her awe and respect for him. Disciplined, skilled, and deeply intelligent. Quiet, even besides his natural disability. He does not hand trust or respect over easily, and so each small praise were valued as highly as gold. She isn't the only one who regards it as such; she's seen black band agents skipping through the rest of the week on the high of a good word from Agent P, through sparring or shared missions.

And...yes, okay. Handsome, sure. Suave. The clear charm hasn't hurt in endearing her to him, if his patience had not. (Though it had) He's dealt with Heinz for 8 years. She's sure monks have been sainted for less.

Right, Heinz. Like she'd said: she was over it. But sometimes, times like when their meeting runs 20 minutes into their unit break before another grueling 3 hour training session just because he insists on arguing with the Major over mission schedules....it tests her, it really does.

She resists the urge to bang down her cup on the cafeteria table, she doesn't want to attract attention, but not pinching the bridge of her nose as the droning noise of his complaints finally hit home. "Heinz," she says. "Can you please-we get it, okay? It's an unfair assessment for Francis to make about our general incompetence for the training outcomes despite our real mission success rates, but orders are orders and you know-,"

The blissful, startled silence does not stay long, because the man makes a rumbling disagreeable noise in response. "God, Maggie, that's exactly the point I'm trying to make. Francis has all this authoritative power but never attempts to actually understand what's needed of him and if he keeps doing that, that's how you lose respect in your subordinates-you know, which reminds me of the time in Gimmelshtump when I-,"

Maggie realizes, belatedly, that she might just have made it worse, and so turns her pleading eyes to Perry, silently drinking mug of coffee while he scrolls through his phone sitting directly beside the man on the other side of the table, adjacent to her. It takes a second for him to notice her, but when he does, he knows immediately what she's trying to get him to do.

The only people who ever tries to get Heinz to shut up was either Perry or her, and she's already failed.

She doesn't know what to expect; she's been sort of hoping he'd reach out to hit the man. More likely he'd clasp a tight hand on Heinz's shoulder, and send him a knowing look. It never takes much for Heinz to understand what Perry's saying, without actually having to say it, and Maggie has noticed he'd been a little off lately, softer if that made any sort of sense where Agent Perry the Platypus was concerned, so maybe he was going to-

Perry reaches out gently, clasping Heinz's chin, and his words stuttering to a stop as Perry pulls him into a kiss, a meeting of lips so sweet and chaste it would not have looked out of place in a christmas rom-com, or a middle school dance. Domestic, lingering, an action speaking louder than a thousand words.

Maggie can feel the bright flush of her cheeks as she stares, mouth agape.

It's not any longer than a minute, at best, before Perry turns back to his phone, drinking his drink, like nothing ever happened. He doesn't meet her eye. Heinz is completely silent, staring into the middle distance. Maggie turns to her teammates to ensure she hadn't been hallucinating, and feels reassured when she sees Harry at least, meeting her gaze with wide eyes even as he continues munching on his burrito, but he doesn't look nearly as surprised as she was, more scandalised.

Karen, naturally, was completely unfazed. Her watch beeps as she balls up her sayan wrap, clearly finished with her sandwich. "Okay?" She asks, and Maggie realizes with a jolt it's 15 minutes past 3, and they needed to be at the gym yesterday.

Shoot. Maggie stuffs her face with the last three bites of her cinnamon roll as Perry gets to his feet, pulling his blazer, and Heinz along with him. Karen wanders off, likely in search of the trash can, and Harry was still devouring his burrito, and would likely continue to do so until they actually got to gym doors. Heinz follows dumbly, still holding onto his half eaten vending machine sandwich, until Perry carefully takes it from him and rewraps the sayan to protect the leftovers. Finish at home, she sees him sign pointedly, which seems to finally break the man out of his stupor. "Home," he echoes, a bit breathless. "Right."

Some spy she was, Maggie thinks. How embarassing.

Just imagined Heinz going on and on about whatever, until Perry be like: “shut up Heinz” and then kiss him.

He succeeded xD

[ghsface]

I knew it, i know you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You return to a place in the past, where memories and guilt haunt you as you find your ex, facing what you could never let go of.

Warnings: angst, break up, insecurities (on the part of the protagonist) guilt, no happy ending, I think that's all.

A/n: Merry Christmas super late, I've been really inactive so sorry about that but I'm back now yayy, I wrote a second part of this fic if you can call it that idk, I wasn't sure about posting this version because I wrote a happy ending in the other version, I'll probably post both as an alternate ending so enjoy this and happy holidays!!!<3

𝜗𝜚 Part one , alternative ending

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The cold night wind hit you as you left the restaurant, sending a chill down your spine that had nothing to do with the weather. You walked down the cobblestone streets of the city that was once your refuge, your home, but now felt alien. With every step you took, you could hear the echo of your own thoughts, and the words you never said to Matt repeated in your mind like a mantra of regret.

You had decided to leave him, decided that it was best for both of you to be apart, but that decision hadn't brought the peace you'd hoped for. All it had accomplished was filling your life with awkward silences, lonely nights, and memories that seemed to torment you more with each passing day.

The night was calm, but your emotions were a whirlwind. Every corner you turned reminded you of a moment with him. There was the cafe where he knelt in the snow to tie his shoe while you laughed nonstop. There was the park where you shared your first kiss, when Matt had taken you by surprise and made you feel like the whole world had stopped for an instant.

The city lights flickered above you, and cars whizzed by, but all you could feel was the weight of his gaze on the restaurant, the way his eyes had pierced you, as if they could see every single regret you carried in your chest.

When you finally stopped, you were facing the river. The water reflected the city lights, creating a colorful spectacle you couldn’t enjoy. You just stared at your reflection, searching for answers in a version of yourself you no longer recognized.

“Why?” you wondered out loud, even though you knew there would be no answer. The reason had always been the same: fear. Fear of being happy, fear of not being enough, fear of Matt realizing he loved you more than you could love yourself.

You didn't know how long you were there, lost in your thoughts, until you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"I didn't think I'd find you here."

You turned around, and there he was. Matt. With his hands in his pockets, his hair ruffled by the wind, and that look that had always left you speechless.

"Matt..." you murmured, as if his name were a confession.

He took a step towards you, but kept his distance, as if he was afraid that getting closer might break what little remained between you.

"Why did you leave so quickly?" he asked, his voice calm but full of that intensity he'd always had.

You wanted to answer, but the words stuck in your throat. How to explain something that you yourself couldn't understand?

"I didn't want to interrupt..." you started, but he shook his head before you could finish.

"Don't lie. We're not at that point anymore, right?"

His honesty hit you like a bucket of cold water. He had always had that ability to see right through you, to decipher the emotions you didn't even know you felt.

“I didn’t want to make this harder for you,” you finally admitted, shifting your gaze back to the river.

“Make what harder?” he asked, taking a step closer. “See you? Talk to you? Because, believe me, nothing can be harder than the last few months without you.”

His confession made the air feel heavier. You looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with pain, but also something else: hope.

“Matt, I…” You tried to speak, but he cut you off.

“No, let me speak this time.” His voice shook slightly, but there was a firmness to it that you couldn’t ignore. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why you walked away, but I know that I haven’t stopped loving you for a second.”

The words hit you with a force you didn’t expect. Tears filled your eyes, and for a moment, all you wanted was to run to him and tell him you were sorry, that you loved him, that you never stopped.

But the fear was still there, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

“Matt, I can’t…” you murmured, and you watched as the glimmer of hope in his eyes slowly faded.

He nodded, taking a step back, as if he understood there was nothing more to say.

“It’s okay.” His voice was soft, but the sadness was evident. “I just wanted you to know.”

And with those words, he turned and began to walk, leaving you alone once again, with the sound of the river and the echo of what could have been.

You watched him walk away, and a part of you wanted to run after him, to scream his name and ask for another chance. But your feet remained planted on the ground, unable to move.

When you finally turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, you felt like you were carrying with you not only the weight of your own regrets, but also that of his love, a love you never knew how to accept, but one you would always carry with you.

And as you walked away, the city seemed darker, emptier, as if it knew that, this time, there would be no turning back.

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[heartss4matthewq]

THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

SUMMARY: eva hangs out with matt at a party, it takes a strong turn of events

contains: smut, cockwarming, dom!matt, matt’s pov, no y/n 🥰

a/n; i wanted to use a name lmk if that was a bad idea also i have SO many fics in my drafts like holy shit ima finish them soon i promise 💪

chris: orange

nick: purple

matt: blue

eva: green

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MATTS POV

i walked downstairs and sat down on the couch trying to find something to do for the day.

“we could go to top golf..?”

“nah that’s boring, matt what do you wanna do because you haven’t spoken up ina while” just when i was about to respond, my phone rang.

“guys eva is calling wait” i answered and put it on speaker.

“heyy evss what’s up?”

“yo you’re on speaker btw so we can all hear you”

“heyy guys so i didn’t know if y’all were busy tonight but i heard madi is having a party at her house i think we should gooo!!!”

“wait bet” i said hoping for approval of nick and chris

“yeah one-hundred percent we’re going because we were literally just trying to figure out something to do tonight”

“alright yayy, see u guys tonight love you so muchhh”

1 hour later

i was walking past nicks room when i heard him on the phone with eva

“but nickkk, pink is my favorite color”

“yes i know girl but if you wear the black dress you’ll match with matt and i’m pretty sure he likes you back but i don’t knoww”

“nick, i really like your brother i might tell him tonight to be honest!”

does eva like me? do i like her back? i always thought she was pretty..

the thoughts were racing in my head

this shouldn’t be making me horny.

as soon as i was going to pull my jeans down, nick yelled “MATTHEW WE WANNA LEAVE HURRY UP”

shit.

“COMING, JUST LET ME GRAB MY KEYS SINCE YOU CANT FUCKING GET YOUR LICENSE AT THE AGE OF 20!”

at the party.

me,chris, and nick all waited outside of the house for eva.

“damn we should’ve just picked her up, her uber is taking years” chris chuckled as he sipped his pepsi

5 mins passed and eva finally stepped out of the car in a tight, black dress that carved out all of her curves. i couldnt ignore how good she looked tonight.

“hey matt you look good!” eva complimented me.

“not to bad yourself” i laughed and lightly tapped her back.

a couple hours had passed and eva was drunk and high as fuck and i could tell.

she started to walk over to me as i was sitting on an arm chair.

“hey matty” she said loudly

“hi evs, there’s no seats available so i can get up if you want!” i said so she wouldn’t have to stand

“i think i’ll just sit on your lap if you’re good with that”

“oh uhm yeah i guess that’s fine”

i was good for a little while until she started to move around a lot to get comfortable.

obviously this made me get squirmish. i grabbed her hips so she’d stop moving so much.

i did not need her to feel her best friends hard-on.

“what’s wrong matty can’t handle me grinding on your lap?” she said seductively.

“stop talking before i stuff your mouth” i said suddenly gaining confidence

“you won’t do shit matthew”

“i’ll prove your ass wrong” i responded back

“do it then”

with those words i pulled her panties to the side and unzipped my jeans. i took my jacket off and wrapped it around us so no one could see what we were doing.

in one swift motion i took my dick out and put it inside of her, earning a quiet whimper from her.

the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened in this moment happened.

all of her friends came up and started talking with her. when she started to laugh her body moved in motions around my cock. making me groan. every minute passing felt like hours.

when her friends left she pulled off of me to go dance or something.

before she could leave i grabbed her by the jaw

“we’re not fucking done with this” she smirked at me and walked off

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[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

I love it when you do that! Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you're an actress filming a emotional scene, tony's used to this, Peter definitely isn't 🫤

Warnings: crying, emotional madness, little talk about your acting character dying, peter being a emotional wreck,

A/N: so I wanted to make a fic where Y/N is an actress and a emotional scene comes on and tony's used to it because he usually stays until the end of your shift, but he brings peter this time, and peter isn't used to this, so all the emotions come rushing in.

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your cast had just finished a scene where they find a video on your laptop, your character is dead btw '-' they were all taking 5, when you saw your father on the phone, slightly hearing his conversation

"Well if your bored just come in........yes thats allowed why do you think im here?" You giggled slightly from his sudden frustration,

"Who was that?" You asked him smiling

"Just the kid," he said messing with something in his phone, looking nervous for some reason, you walked over to the burger king bag which was your lunch, and took out the half eaten burger, then noticed something weird, your 2nd burger was MISSING.

You snapped your head up, jaw agape looking at your father who had accepted defeat in shock, anger, disappointment, betrayal as he laughed at you peter walked in, he waved to you awkwardly, (haha classic peter) you waved back then continued to stare down your father.

"Why is my second burger M.I.A??" He only laughed as you hit him playfully, when you heard your director call you, you shouted

"One sec! That's my queue, gotta go, hold it together kid" you whispered that last bit, knowing what would come from it. 😈

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As gemma (other character) opened the laptop where you had made a video before your tragic death, you were now shooting said video, (here it comes be ready people!)

"Hey, so, some things are about to go down, and i just wanted to say that your gonna be okay, you'll heal, everything will be okay, I'll go knowing i was loved, and i just wanted you to know, that i love you, and it'll be okay, mm-k bye." Gemma was sobbing about this, (so was peter)

and when you heard a loud "CUT!" Everybody started clapping, this was the season finally, the air was filled with "yayy" and "whooo" and "lets goo" lots of that,

when you walked toward your father and your best friend your dad engulfed you in a big hug, while peter was boo-hoo crying over here 💀

When you pulled away from your father and turned to your best friend and saw his state, you immediately went in to comfort him, hugging him, him holding on as tight as possible, sobbing into your shoulder, you cackling at his sudden vulnerability

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY!?" you said in between your laughter

"YeAh, i just reAlly love y0u" he said sadly, you rubbing his back to try and calm him down, after a few moments of you comforting him, and trying to hide your laughter, failing miserably 💀

"Are you okay?" You asked seriously this time,

"Yeah, yeah im okay" your dad was smiling and nodded hid head in direction of the main door. You cracking jokes and cracking that whole way home. Peter squeezed into the middle seat, in between you and your father, constantly getting hit by verbal crossfire.

[norris-lando]

for you, i would ruin myself

Daniel Ricciardo x reader, Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: implications of smut, cheating, masturbation, angst, fighting

author's note: i finally had the time to finish this part 2, yayy. i had a hard time figuring out how to end this but i'm happy with how this turned out. as always, i hope you guys enjoy and please, let me know your thoughts :)

word count: 2.3k

this is a part two to this fic here

There was a burning sensation all around your body fueled by the anger you felt for Max. How could he do that? Be like that? Act like the whole world revolved around him? He was infuriating. But you couldn't push him out of your mind, no matter how hard you tried.

He had you under a spell. He made you feel seen in a way Daniel had never, in a way Daniel could never. And although it wasn't Daniel's fault, the thought slowly pushed an invisible wedge between the two of you. It was only a matter of time before Daniel figured out something was seriously wrong.

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It had been weeks since the grid dinner. You hadn't seen or heard from Max since and there was an emptiness inside you.

A part of was happy-ish that Max was in the past. You could finally focus on your relationship with Daniel. But at the same time you were missing Max and the person you were around him.

Max brought out a different side of you - one you could not show around anyone else. You hated the fact that he had such a tight grip on you but at the same time you felt excited. It was like you were living a secret life.

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You were alone at home and bored out of your mind. All of your friends were busy with something unintresting to you and you were burning with the need to do something.

You picked up your phone from your bedside table. Stared at it for a good few minutes. Debating.

You and Max were like fire and water. Day and night. Heaven and hell. The perfect example of opposites attract.

Max was carefree, go with the flow type of guy. He didn't care if someone found about your little secret. He'd deal with it if it ever got to it.

You on the other hand were nervous wreck. The thought of someone, anyone, founding out almost driving you crazy. So why on Earth did you find yourself dialing Max's number as you lay on the empty bed at home alone.

Ring. Please don't pickup.

Ring. Please, just hang up.

Ring. Please, whatever you do, just don't—

"Hello?"

The familiar voice took you by surprise. As if someone else had taken over your body, dialed Max and now you were left to deal with the concequences.

"Y/n, is everything okay?"

Oh, no. No, no, no. This isn't happenning. Surely you were just imagining it. You hadn't really just called Max of all people.

Cold sweat washed over you and there was an audible gulp on your end of the line.

You didn't know what to say and, to be fair, you didn't have to say anything. Max knew why you called. He knew exactly what you wanted. And he was willing to give it to you.

"Are you alone?"

The question made you feel sick. He wasn't stupid — Max knew you were alone but he wanted to hear you say it. That way he could take the control of the situation, of you.

"Y/n, I asked you a question."

Another gulp. Louder this time as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

"Yes." Point blank, it was all you could say.

Max laughed smugly on the other end, "do you want me to come over and..."

His voice went quiet and you could feel your core warm up at the thought of Max. The way his hands roam around your body as he leaves wet kisses on your neck. How his pulsating erection feels when it presses against you.

"Yes."

It didn't take long after that before the phone call ended. You were panting alone on the bed you were laying on, panties already dripping wet and Max hadn't even yet arrived.

You couldn't take it any longer as anticipation took a hold of you. Slowly, you pushed your hand down your stomach until you could feel your fingers touching the lacy fabric under your sweatpants.

You moved your fingers gently on your clit, going in circles. A quiet moan escaping your lips.

Click.

The sound of a key turning and the lock to your front door opening sent shivers down your spine. Max didn't have a spare key so who was it that had just made their way into your home. And then it hit you.

You had assumed Daniel would be away longer, though now the thought seemed stupid. He did just say he was going to the store.

You panicked and searched for your phone. Everything felt like a haze but nothing irreversible hadn't happened yet. You thanked your lucky stars, escaping a drama filled day yet again by mere minutes.

Quickly, you dialed Max's phone number but came to a sudden stop when you heard two voices, instead of just one, echoing downstairs. You listened carefully and froze when you realised it would be too late now to be calling Max. He was already here and he was with your boyfriend.

Thought after thought, you racked your brain for answers. What had Max said to Daniel when he questioned why he was here? Did Daniel suspect something was off? You had been acting differently recently and it hadn't gone unnoticed by Daniel. You had been able to play it cool, brushing off Daniel's accusations regarding your behavior.

But this was different. The man causing your change of heart was standing in your living room with the man you supposedly loved more than anything. What were you supposed to do in this situation? Act like you had no idea why Max was here? Come up with a lie so obvious a five year old could tell you were being dishonest? None of your options were optimal but you just couldn't lock yourself in the bedroom.

It wasn't anything unusual in your household that Max came over. He often came to visit, usually to hang out with Daniel but the three of you were all friends first before your friendship with Max turned into something more. With the shift in dynamics, you and Max had spent less time with Daniel around and it was a treacherous road to go down now.

Step by step, you walked down the stairs and into the living room. Max was the first one of the two men to spot you. A grin spreading on his face and you knew the second you saw his face that this was not going to be easy.

"Hey, y/n," he said and Daniel turned his head to look at you.

You offered only a small wave as a response, not trusting yourself to speak yet.

Daniel walked over to you, his hand sneaking around your waist as he gave you a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Hey, babe," he said with a wide smile.

"I didn't know you asked Max to come over?" It was more of a statement than an inquiry but the way the words left Daniel's mouth it sounded like it ended in a question mark.

"Oh, yeah, I-" Your gaze shifted over to Max as you were silently begging for his help. It was like you were screaming, say something and save me from this nightmare.

Max, however, only held a fake puzzled look on his face. As if he was just as oblivious to why you had asked him there in the first. He had no interest in assisting you right now. He just enjoyed to see you squirm as you tried to come up with a good enough reason.

The silence was loud enough to pierce your ears and you wanted the ground beneath you to swallow you whole. It was the only way to avoid this very, very awkward situation.

Suddenly you were pulled back to the moments when you knew Max wasn't a good guy. When you first realised he wasn't thinking about anyone else but himself.

The sight of Daniel making you question if you should just tell the truth. To tell Daniel the real reason why Max was in your living room. But he didn't deserve to go through that kind of pain, not this way. To hear that the man who was once not only his teammate but also his friend, had come in between him and the woman he loved more than anything. That would have to happen in private - in a situation where it was just the two of you.

You didn't want to be the one who told Daniel, though. You didn't want to put yourself in that situation. And maybe it was selfish but it was easier to live in a lie. Especially when there was still a part of you that hoped and prayed that Max would change. You wanted him to be the kind, sweet, man you knew he could be. The one he was when he had first charmed you.

By some miracle, the topic of conversation, the reason why Max was here, was soon forgotten when Daniel's phone started ringing.

He fished it out of his pockets, glancing at the screen. "Sorry, I gotta go take care of this." He gave you an apologetic look.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you watched Daniel rush out of the door, yelling his goodbyes on his way out.

And with that, you were left alone with Max. It was what you had wanted just a few moments before but now the thought was repulsive and making your head spin.

It felt like you were going in circles. You weren't able to make up your mind. One day you wanted Max, the other you wanted Daniel. It felt horrible and you didn't know what to do.

"What are we doing Max," you asked suddenly. The same question you had asked him just a few months ago. Back then it led to you walking away from him, questioning if it was the right thing.

You thought back to that time when you were sitting in Max's car. Back to when he told you to 'stop wasting his time.' Were you doing it again?

Max scoffed. It was his go-to move whenever you questioned your relationship, situationship, whatever it was that the two of you shared.

"Not this again," he said and soon continued, "I didn't come here to listen you whine and worry." There was a mocking tone to his words, something you had grown accustomed to during your time of knowing Max.

All this time you had spent in secrecy with Max had left you at times feeling like you knew him well. Like every corner was swept clean of all the information they could provide. If there was an encyclopedia for Max, you were it. Every last bit of information had been etched into your brain.

But there were also times when you weren't sure who he was at all. It was like he changed into a different person depending on how he was feeling and how you were behaving. If you were compliant enough, he was the kindest man ever - making you feel loved and special. But if you dared to cross him, he was the polar opposite. He'd yell at you and make you feel worthless. Like you were nothing but an imposition to him.

"Damn it, Max," you screamed, "don't act like I'm in this all alone! You are just as involved as I am."

The sudden outburst of emotions took both of you by surprise - Max cause he had never seen you like this and you because you had never dared to actually confront him.

"It's like I've told you before - I was ready to walk away from all of this," you said as you gestured the house that you were in, filled with all the memories of you and Daniel and the life you shared. "I was ready to leave all this behind, to be with you, to deal with the shitstorm that would inevitably follow me where ever I'd go next."

You had unintentionally closed the gap that was the only thing keeping you and Max apart until now. You were standing so close to him now, you could practically feel the warmth radiating off of his body. You were close enough to leap into his arms, if only he was willing to embrace you in them.

"I was ready to love you and be with you and live a life with you cause I-"

Silence filled the space.

"I already am in love with you."

It was a staring contest now. Max's blue eyes pierced into yours and you could almost feel him search for answers in your brain. Like he was rummaging around, trying to decipher a code only he could decode.

What happened next was a blur. It took you a while to register it but Max had crashed his lips into yours. His hands cupping your face, holding tightly like he didn't want to ever let go. Like you were the air that he desperately needed to breathe.

You relaxed into the feeling. Your lips dancing together in a perfect harmony. And suddenly everything was clear - Max was the one you had always been meant to be with. It just took you this long to figure it out.

The two of you were in your own world. Everything else around you just disappeared as you held onto each other.

A voice pulled you back. It was Daniel.

"Y/n, what the hell's going on?"

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tagged: @eviethetheatrefreak

[bloomingflowersthings]

That’s how she knows

Author’s note: Yayy! I’m back!! Finally got some time to finish my fics!! thank you for your patience <3

Pairings: WandaNat, WandaNat x toddler!reader, WandaNat x child!reader

Warnings: crappy enchanted-inspired title, tooth rotting fluff, WandaNat family, two redheads finally getting to be happy.

AU! where Wanda and Natasha are dating!! (no vision, srry). Wanda had the twins billy and tommy using ~magic~ and natasha adopted a baby from the red room when she took it down.

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Natasha and Wanda were trying to start a relationship. They just worked well together and loved each other deeply. However, they were taking small steps because of their kids.

Wanda had twin boys, Billy and Tommy, who were 7 years old. They were well behaved, easygoing, smart kids.

And Natasha had you, a girl adopted by her from the red room. When she took dreykov’s scheme down, Yelena surveyed the area to find people that could’ve gotten hurt in the process. But in one of the rooms she found a newborn baby, who had probably been kidnapped from her family to be the youngest widow on training. The blonde called her sister panicking, and Natasha didn’t think twice. You were her baby.

Two years have passed since she brought you home and you were turning yourself into a confident, strong and funny little girl. And the black widow was turning herself into a mother.

The boys knew about her mom going on dates and they were supportive of her, and you were too young to really understand what was going on, but you really liked Wanda and the boys.

Natasha wanted to take a step further and ask Wanda to be her girlfriend, but something was keeping her from doing it. She was so used to living alone with you that she couldn’t really see how things would work if she lived with Wanda.

How it would be like to build a family?

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Today was being a slow day. It was saturday, which meant Nat didn’t went to the compound and you also didn’t have to go to daycare. You were sleeping in late, which was unusual but the widow wasn’t complaining, that way you were sleeping more and she could prepare breakfast for the both of you calmly.

As she was finishing cutting some strawberries, you came to the kitchen in your PJs and with teary eyes.

“Mama… I feel yucky” You whined, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sweetie, what happened?” Your mama walked over you to pick you up. “Oh my, you’re burning up!” She said, laying her hand on your forehead.

You sobbed quietly and burrowed your face on her neck.

Natasha was heartbroken. You were always bubbly and happy and it was obvious that you were feeling awful. She never had to deal with a sick kid before so she was nearly panicking. How could she take care of you properly if she had no idea of how to do it?

“Hhah'ktshi! Hki'tshiew!” You sneezed down your little hands, facing away from her. The redhead was glad that you were polite even if you were still really young.

“Aw, bless you.” She said, while reaching for a tissue from the box that sat at the countertop to wipe your nose.

Suddenly, her phone ringed, prompting you to whine quietly, the sound of the ringtone making your head hurt.

“Shh… it’s okay.” She sat down on the couch, holding you while picking up her phone.

Shoot. It was Wanda. You had agreed that you’d go on a date with her and the kids at the movie theater. But looking at the flushed toddler on her lap, she understood that movie night had to be postponed.

“Hi Wands!”

“Hi Natty! I’m just calling to confirm our movie night today? the boys are really excited about it!” The witch said happily.

“Darling i’m sorry, I don’t think we’re going to be able to-“

“Hhh'ishiew! Eiiishiew! hhii’eshhiew!” You sneezed, wincing at the pressure caused on your sinuses.

“Bless you! is that Y/N?” She asked worriedly

“Yes, she just woke up and she’s miserable Wands, I have no idea of what to do, I never cared for a sick kid before, what should-“

“Sweetie calm down.” Wanda cut her girlfriend from her ramblings.

“I know it’s scary when our babies get sick. I’ve been there. Right now i’m gonna need you to pack a bag, and come over to my house. I’m gonna help you take care of her.”

“Oh Wands, I don’t want to be any trouble for you, I can figure something out.” Natasha said, not wanting to be a burden to her girlfriend.

“Nat, let me help you, I love you, I love Y/N and I want to get her to feel better, and I also want to be here for you, I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

She loves Y/N… that made Natasha smile for the first time that day.

“Okay darling, i’m coming, thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it! See you soon”

Hanging up the phone, Nat tried to get you to lay down on the couch so she could gather your belongings. It took a while because your fever made you clingy, but you eventually calmed down, falling into a light sleep.

After packing your things, Natasha picked you up carefully, enveloping you in your favorite blanket.

“Hh-h'ktshi! H hheh'tsh!” You sneezed softly, rubbing at your itchy eyes.

“Hey princess, I need you to stop rubbing your eyes, your gonna hurt them okay?”

You nodded, coughing slightly and Nat winced at the sound of your congested chest.

“Do you know what? we’re visiting auntie Wands, isn’t that cool?” Your mama asked, trying to cheer you up.

“Play date?”

“Yes, like a playdate.”

“Yaaay.” You cheered tiredly.

Nat smiled at your cuteness and got the both of you in the car, buckling your seatbelt and draping your blanket over you.

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“Boys, I need to talk to you!” Wanda called out for the kids, who were playing in the backyard.

“I didn’t do anything, I promise!” Tommy said as he ran over to his mom.

“Your not in trouble silly, I just want to talk.” Wanda chuckled.

“Is everything alright?” Billy asked, giving his mom a side hug as they all sat at the bench in the balcony.

“Well, not really… I just called Nat to confirm our movie night, but Y/N is sick so they’re probably not going.”

“Wait, but she’s okay, right?” Billy asked, worried about you.

“She’s not doing too well buddy, but I think it’s just a cold.”

“Aww, if she’s sick we’re also not going mom, I wouldn’t have a lot of fun thinking that she’s not feeling good.” Tommy said, frowning at the thought of the sick toddler.

Wanda brushed her hand through her son’s hair, proud of his actions. “You guys are so kind.”

“Mom, can we visit her?” Billy asked. “We could make her company.”

“And you would see auntie Nat!” Tommy added, winking.

The witch laughed at her son’s antics. “Guys, I actually told Nat to come over to the weekend. Y/N has never been sick before and Nat was really nervous so I thought we could help.”

“Mom, that was a great idea!” Tommy smiled.

“Yeah, we promise we’ll behave and be the best doctors!” Billy said.

“Thank you for being so understanding, I’m really happy with you both.” She said, hugging the twins.

“Does that mean we’ll have extra ice cream for dessert?” Billy asked.

“Hmm… I’m going to think about it.” Wanda said, getting up as the doorbell rang. “Now go and play, Y/N is probably sleeping, if I need any help I’ll just ask the best doctors in the city.” She winked.

With that, the boys began to run around the backyard again.

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At the front door, there was an anxious redhead with a clearly distressed kid clinging to her. You were flushed and shivering in your sleep, and Nat just looked shaken, Wanda had never seen the both of you like this before.

“Hey guys, come in.” The witch said, while grabbing the backpack from her girlfriend’s back, in a attempt to get some weight from her.

“Thank you so much Wanda, you’re the best.” Natasha said, pulling the ginger into a hug.

“No problem darling, come on, let’s sit down.”

As both women sat on the couch, you were laid in between them, with your head on Wanda’s lap.

“Tsk poor thing, you’re not feeling well huh?” Wanda said, rubbing circles on your back as you whimpered in your sleep.

“She fell asleep in the car but I think her temperature has risen.” Your mama said, looking anxiously at her girlfriend to see if she had any ideas to get you feeling better.

Placing her delicate hands on your forehead and cheeks, the witch stated: “Natty, I think she’s a bit too warm for my liking, can you grab the thermometer on my bathroom cabinet?”

The widow quickly got up to retrieve the device, afterall, she had been to Wanda’s house enough times to know where she kept things.

“I got it.”

“Kitten, can I get your blanket for a moment?” Wanda asked, running her hands through your beautiful curls. You nodded, if you weren’t so out of it you would have asked her why she wanted your blankie, but right now you just didn’t have the energy to do so.

At the sudden loss of warmth, you started shaking more noticeably, earning worried looks from both women.

“Try and stay still princess, I promise it’ll be quick.” Your mama said as your auntie placed the thermometer in your mouth, hugging you tight.

“39.2, I really don’t like this fever Natty.” Wanda said as the device gave it’s verdict.

“Oh goodness, what should we do?”

“What about you give her a shower? try to lower that fever so we can properly feed and medicate her?” She said, moving you to your mama’s arms.

“That’s a good idea, what bathroom can I use?”

“You should go to my room, it’s more comfortable.”

“Ok, I’m going.” Nat said. “Hey bug, we’re going to take a nice shower now okay?” She cooed, entering Wanda’s room.

As the witch searched for some medicine in the cupboards, the twins entered the kitchen, slightly out of air because they were playing tag.

“Hey mom! where’s Y/N?”

“Hi boys, she’s taking a shower, why don’t you do the same? you’re kinda sweaty.”

“Okay!!”

The boys ran upstairs to shower and Wanda finally found the bottle of medicine. She gathered everything that she could need, like tissues and the thermometer and made her way to her room.

Entering the bedroom, Nat had already finished cleaning and dressing you. The witch approached the chair where Natasha was sitting with you on her lap. Your shivering decreased noticeably and you weren’t as pale as before, but you were still quiet and looking miserable.

“Hey princess, are you all clean?” Wanda asked, kneeling down to your level.

You nodded and made grabby hands, signaling the witch that you wanted to be held by her.

She’s so precious. The woman thought to herself as she picked you up, raising her hand to your forehead to feel that your fever wasn’t as high as before.

“She adores you. Whenever we go out she keeps talking about you.” The redhead stated, giving a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek.

“Aww, is it true Y/N? do you like me?”

You hummed in agreement and started caressing her ear, something that you only did to your mama. For some reason, you trusted Wanda and you could feel your mama’s happiness whenever she was around.

“Let’s go prepare lunch? I bet you’re hungry.” Wanda asked the redhead.

“I’m helping you.”

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While the two adults were preparing some lunch, you were sitting on the couch with the boys, watching finding nemo. It was peaceful, until your nose started tickling.

“Hehh…”

“Don’t cover with your hands.” Billy alerted, making you lose the need to sneeze. He got up and brought the tissues for when you needed them.

“If you need to sneeze, try to cover with these, ok?”

You nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Nat and Wanda smiled at each other, admiring the way that you got along well.

“Hh-“ The tickle returned and you didn’t got enough time to pull the tissues, prompting Tommy to use his super speed to help you.

“Heh’iishioo! Hu’tshhiew! Hhheh'tsh!” You sneezed down the tissues that the boy used to cover your nose.

“Bless you.” The boys said in unison. “I’m going to wash my hands.” Tommy added.

“They’re so cute.” Wanda whispered to Nat not wanting to interrupt the interaction.

“The boys are so precious, they get it from you.” Nat purred, making the other woman blush.

“Guys, food’s ready!” Wanda announced, prompting you to make your way to the table.

Everyone sat down to eat and you got secured in the high chair that Wanda had in the house just for you. Nat finished eating quickly so she could feed you.

As she started spoon feeding you, your throat started hurting a lot. It was like there was a thousand needles prickling you. And it made tears fill your eyes. However you were well educated, so you forcefully swallowed the soup, making tears fill your eyes.

“Ow…” You whimpered quietly, crying at the pain that you felt.

“What happened baby?” Nat asked, catching the tears that rolled down your cheek.

“Hurts…”

“Don’t cry. Where do you hurt?” Wanda asked, holding your hand.

“Mom, her throat must be hurting.” Billy said.

“Yeah, that’s why she’s so quiet.” Tommy added.

“Is that it sweetie, your throat hurts?”

You nodded, sobbing quietly.

“Let’s try to eat a little bit more? Can you try that?” Your mama asked. You hadn’t eaten all day and she couldn’t give you medicine on an empty stomach.

You shook your head no. You were exhausted and feeling yucky and you didn’t wanted to eat or take medicine.

“Y/N, what about this, you try to eat a little bit more, and take your medicine like a brave girl, and when your fever lowers I can give you a popsicle. Would you like that?”

You nodded slowly.

“If you’re too scared we can take some medicine so you see it’s not a big deal!” Tommy offered.

“That’s so sweet, but it won’t be necessary, medicine is only for sick people.” Nat thanked the boy, messing with his hair.

You ate a little more and the boys cheered when you took your medicine without complaining.

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You guys had a peaceful afternoon, with the boys playing legos with you and the both women just chilling and chatting. However, with the eventful day you had, you were starting to get sleepy. Noticing how tired you were, Wanda spoke up: “Hey guys, how about we call it a day? I bet you’re exhausted.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tired.” Billy admitted.

“Okay, Nat, i’m just going to put the boys to slee-

“Mom, how about aunt Nat put us to sleep?” Tommy said, wanting some more time with the redhead.

The witch looked over at her girlfriend, who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Of course I can put you to sleep! I’d love to!”

With that, the boys kissed Wanda and you good night and made their way to the bedroom along Natasha.

After tucking the boys in, Natasha sat in the middle of both beds, holding the boys hands until they’d fall asleep.

“Did you know that our mom loves you?” Tommy said, breaking the silence.

After processing what the boy had just said, Nat asked: “Did she say that?”

“It’s obvious that she loves you, just look at the way she looks at you.” Billy stated. “We also love you, and Y/N. Do you love us too?”

“I do boys. I love you guys and I love your mom.”

“So why you haven’t asked to marry her yet?”

Nat chuckled. “It’s not that simple guys, something like this would change our lives forever, and you’re really young yet.”

“I’d like that change…” Tommy said.

“I’d also like it, very much.” The redhead said, getting up and kissing the twin’s foreheads.

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Entering the living room, Natasha saw the most beautiful scene in front of her.

Wanda was rocking you so sleep, singing you a sokovian lullaby. You were already asleep in her arms, looking peaceful and happy.

That’s when Nat decided that she would love to get home everyday to this scene.

That she would love to put the boys to bed.

That she would love to always help Wanda cooking.

That she would love to see you growing along with the twins.

That this was her family. And she wanted to spend the rest of her life like this.

[scpharys]

I meant to read a fic and go to sleep last night but I got an idea and ended up writing it.. BUT HEY I’LL FINALLY HAVE A FIC DONE FOR YOU GUYS CUZ IM ALKOST FINISHED!! YAYY!!

Aku birthday fic is still in the works, my partner hasn’t been able to write lately💔

The prompt:

Atsushi comes in wearing something of Akutagawa’s (Atsushi comes in wearing something of Akutagawa’s (Sweater, hoodie, shirt, jacket, wtv) and Dazai takes notice

[beeqisch]

top five fic recs 🌟

these arent in a specific order, just fics i like (so everyone else should like too) (jk)

also i only read timkon fics :(

1. dollar store robin - InkpotSprite

Tim bent over as his stomach cramped. His eyes watered and he couldn’t breathe as Jason loomed over him. God, he hadn’t laughed this hard in years. - Maybe dressing up in a Robin costume to fight his successor wasn't Jason's best idea.

funny thumbs up emoji thumbs up emoji

2. Pulling Pigtails - Diana_Raven

Detective Tim Drake and Detective Conner Kent have been at each other's throats professionally since they met, and finally decide to settle the matter with a bet--once and for-all. If Tim gets the most amount of collared felonies by the end of one year he gets Kon's infamous leather jacket, to do with whatever he wants (including burn it). If Kon wins, he gets to take Tim out on the worst date money doesn't buy, since Tim made his views on Kon's 'cheapest date possible' web search very clear. But the clock is running out, and they only have thirty three hours left.

(b99 au) i liked this one sm i started watching b99 (thank u Diana_Raven)

3. The Summer Tim Turned Pretty - Hayleythewriter

Tim is no longer the awkward Wayne brother. He's back from his freshman year of college, hotter than ever, and ready to spend another summer with the Kents at the Wayne Family Beach House. But will Conner Kent ever see him as more than his best friend's brother? au inspired by The Summer I Turned Pretty

hi i even made fanart of this one because i was like wow i like this a lot woah

4. sun-kissed - merils

Two truths and a lie: Kon, Bart, Cassie, and Tim have all piled into the Redbird to hit the beach for a day of summer fun in the sun! They're all gonna have a great time together. And Tim is not going to be distracted by Kon's tits the entire day. Yeah. That lie is hidden in there really well. Tim's sure of it. Right? ...Right?

I think about this one every single day

5. Everybody Talks - egg_thief

Bart snatches his phone back before Tim can finish reading all the comments on Kon’s post. And there had been a lot left unread. “I don’t understand…” Tim says, his brow scrunched in confusion. Bart shrugs, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “They’re all shipping you guys. It was the photo man- you guys are everywhere now.” Or: timkon band au, featuring falling in love, online rumors, and first kisses

BAND AU BAND AU BAND AU HELLO BAND AU

so yeaa these are my favs yayy ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᴗ ᵔ )

[scribefindegil]

authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Yayy! Thanks Mary! <3 After agonizing it for a while, my top 5:

The Real World (Mob Psycho 100, post-Mogami arc) is absolutely my favorite fic I've ever written. It's some of my best prose, I'm really pleased with how concise and focused I was able to keep it despite touching on so many characters, and it let me distill down a lot of my thoughts on the themes of the show and why it's so important to me. And I wrote it during the absolute worst stretch of the curse, painstaking sentence by painstaking sentence over the course of half a year. I am so so so proud of it.

Fisherman's Knot (Gravity Falls, post-canon fic focusing on the Stans, their deeply-entrenched mental health issues, and their eventual recovery. Also there are selkies.) At 104k words, the longest piece of writing I've ever finished. Writing it was a journey; I took a long break but I'm so happy and proud that I managed to come back and finish it and that there were still people who were as excited as I was to get to the end. The response to this fic blew me away; it started out largely as a coping mechanism to deal with my own poorly-treated mental illness and I feel really honored that my writing resonated with so many people dealing with similar things. I grew so much as a writer over the course of it. Both the big moments of catharsis--Stan's glitter and Ford's realization by the harbor--were things that were so powerful and electric in my head that I worried I wouldn't be able to put them down in words that did the feelings justice, but I did!

Bloom (Discworld, a Glorious 25th of May fic set a few years after Night Watch) Everyone who sets out to write a Discworld fic is undertaking an extreme act of hubris, because not only are you trying to emulate a specific writing style, you're trying to write like Terry Pratchett, which as we all know is basically impossible. Still, I think I hit some good resonant Discworldy notes in this little piece and really nailed the Themes I was going for. Periodically the Tumblr post version gets a little burst of notes and it always makes me really happy that people are enjoying it.

First And Final Orders (Mob Psycho 100, Dimple character study) Hi. Have you heard of ring composition? I love ring composition. It is my single favorite literary device (and I love a LOT of literary devices), so I had to include one of my fics that makes heavy use of it. I also love pointing at a piece of media and going "Hey. Hey have you thought about how there's kind of some Discworld themes here? What if we thought about the Discworld themes together?" And ALSO i love DIMPLE!!! I hope this fic helps explain why.

Casualties (Gravity Falls, missing scene from the finale) So the reason this fic makes this list isn't so much its quality (though I do still really like it!) but the fact that it was my first-ever completed fanfiction. I'd idly poked at the idea of writing fic a couple times before but never made much progress. I hadn't actually done any creative writing for years at that point. I came to fandom late due to a combination of being scared of the internet and, when I did check out my real-life friends' fandom blogs, feeling like everything was so focused on shipping that there would be no place for me and the kinds of stories I cared about. Gravity Falls changed that. I'd made friends and felt like part of a community for the first time. I'd read fanfic that I loved and that focused on the sorts of relationships I really cared about. And so finally I decided that even though it still felt really scary, maybe I would try my hand at actually writing and posting a fic of my own.

360,000 words and 54 works later, I still think it was a pretty good idea.

[karlachismylife]

10, 18, 63 of this ask game!!! 😏🧡

Yayy hello my love! Thank you for sending in hehee sorry I'm a yapper...

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

At first I was like: oh shit I actually don't have a WIP that has text in it? (my writing process is Something Else) unless I wanted to say that Queen of the Clan is one massive WIP but posting stuff from already published chapters is no fun. But then I remembered I had something started for fem!ghoap and although no one blinks there (yet), have the closest thing here lmao

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Most often (like with all my Love Is Illegal Celebration fics for example) it's after I finish writing, sometimes (especially if it's a big and/or multi-part one) it comes in the process. I think I only has started with a title a few times and that was because my mind came up with a beautiful phrase/good pun that unraveled into a story later.

I like naming stuff after I finish it, because it allows me to know the vibe and the details of the story - since my favourite thing to do is take a rather small detail and make a title out of it (for example, in "Flutter Into The Sky" reader is compared to a butterfly maybe once or twice, but that's the image I used to title the whole thing). My art/writing is very much about finding little images, unusual combinations, it might be less evident in my English writing, but when I write in my native language I am constantly seeking some unconventional comparisons and such, so putting them into the title is the thing for me.

But I also like puns (sorry but I'll never understand why people consider puns dumb/unfunny/stupid sort of humor, it's actually quite hard to come up with a good and original pun), hense every chapter in my hyena au (which is about spotted hyenas specifically) is named with an idiom that contains the word "spot" in it. I literally just have a list of the idioms opened and since I know what the chapter will contain, I just seek something that more or less relates to the content (like oh they'll be having lunch in that chapter - here's "a spot of lunch"). What will I do once I run out of the idioms? No idea, but I dread the day.

And finally, song lyrics/titles. It's actually something I only started doing here, on tumblr (actually, wrong, I just remembered that my biggest fic of all times is called Hoist the colours). Between the "Total Eclipse of the Heart" with Karlach x Soap coming to me in literal vision (a pun, see?) and me trying to promote some oldschool songs by naming my celebration challanges after them (cuz you know, when I celebrated 30 subs, I used a song with the number 30 in it, and so with a hundred...), I just thought I'd stick to using songs for this. So at first I wanted to name evey Love Is Illegal fic after a song with the number 100 in it, but that turned out to be too complicated, so I just started taking songs that had lyrics and/or vibes more or less suited for the stories. And of course most of the time the song needs to pass the test of "does it feel nice to read the fic while listening to it on repeat".

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

There's actually not much I hate to see in smut. Most of the time it's just things I'm not into (like, I honestly don't get dacryphilia, so if it's the main point of the fic, I'll probably just stop reading it), so I simply close it and move on. And most of the kinks I'm not into I can still read and sometimes even enjoy if written well, so there's really not much that can make me feel actual hate. When I'm reading smut in my native language, there's a big problem with uhhh words they use to avoid saying "cock" and, even worse, "pussy". I think English writers can have this problem too, but I'll be honest, the things I sometimes see in smut are like... top cringe ever. And the thing is, I can't even really blame them, because somehow writing "pussy" and "clit" and other words that are totally okay and sexy in English smut, makes for the most cringe-inducing Russian smut. They just don't match the vibe, "pussy" is kinda very much cringe, "cunt" is actually very vulgur so it's suited only for a specific style of writing/scene, "vulva" is like the one I always end up using but it's quite awkward and feels too official/medical, and "vagina" and "clit/clitoris" sound too out of place and almost medical. Of course there are ways to avoid the cringe and to write amazing smut, and I bet the reason why all the words naming fem genitalis feel so "dirty" "unsexy" and "degrading" is some deep rooted mysoginy, but it's honestly mental gymnastics every time. So while I get the struggle of people decribing "little warm caves of love" and "jade wands", maybe just don't, buddy, maybe just write "and then they FUCKED".

So yeah. If I hate anything in smut, it's when it's written real bad, all the other things make me upset, but not hateful. Like, I actually struggle when there's no love to feel between characters. And I also somehow tend to feel whether or not the author was putting in that love, I can't explain it, but I actually had this confirmed several times, so yeah, no love = no happy Juju. But not just in smut, any work without love just feels wrong and upsetting to me. But in smut it is especially important if there's degradation and such involved, cuz sorry, but I can only survive being/seeing a fave character being called a cumwhore, a cocksleeve and a useles slut if it's VERY EVIDENT that they don't actually mean it. Otherwise okay bye Imma go jump off a cliff.

I don't know how I manage to combine some unhinged fantasies and kinks with this need for love to be at core of literally everything, but I actually have seen other people so it so beautifully, so I know I'm not alone and it is possible to be a freak and a romantic.

P.S. Decided to add that I actually think that vulva is a very sexy word, but unfortunately I have only written for some very brute masculine barbarian at heart women so they would never actually use this word organically. They're more inclined to call their genitals "cunt" but since they all were fucking other women and afab people that they were deeply in love with, they couldn't call their loved ones' parts this rude word either. Smut is a struggle comrades.

[princessbrunette]

sorry i wasn’t on much today, just wasn’t feeling good <3 i wrote a load of the jj fic tho !! i just have to finish the smut and i’ll finally be done with it, likely to have it out by the weekend !!! yayy ♡

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Movie night<33

this is a fic about freelancer and Caelum (platonic ofc) were Caelum comes back and helps freelancer relax

It’s was a rainy night and Freelancer was busy righting a paper for their telekinesis class, it was stressing them out and they had been working at it for hours when all of a sudden they heard, Your stressed!! Oh and now you’re anxious I’m sorry I forgot th- Freelancer ran up to hug him, it was Caelum! I haven’t seen you in so long we’re have you been? Are you ok? oh don’t worry I’m ok I promise but I do like your hugs. They stayed liken that for a while just hugging each other when Caelum broke the silence. So I came here cause you were stressed. And I wanna help, so what’s going on? Well it’s just this paper I have to right for one of my classes. Oh ok like last time? Yeah like last time. Well I bet you haven’t taken a brake have you? No I haven’t, sorry I was just focused on it. Come on you’re supposed to take brakes and drink plenty of water. I know I’m sorry Caelum. Oh it’s ok don’t be sad and since it looks like you’re almost done you can finish it while I set up your surprise. Oh ok! Sounds good, Freelancer smiled while Caelum walked away humming a little happy song Freelancer was glad to see Caelum again but they had to do work, a few minutes went by and they finally finished, they saw Caelum head to their bedroom so they followed. So what did- whoah. So do you like it?! do you?! It’s seems like you like it. Wow Caelum all of this for me? Of course I wanted to make you happy and since we haven’t seen each other in a while I thought I’d make it super special

Caelum had put out mood lights all around Freelancers room and a cartoon playing is the background with a bunch of pillows and blankets all on the bed. Well this sure is special I really like it. Great so come on, *Caelum jumps on the bed* time for a night filled with happy times and cuddles if you wanna. Well of course I wanna cuddle Caelum *Freelancer sits on the bed* so let’s get comfy ok. Yayy okk let’s get all comfy and cozy in the blankets and watch this movie.

A few minutes pass by and Freelancer falls asleep while cuddled up to Caelum. Hey are you awake Caelum whispers, i guess not goodnight sweet dreams.<33

[ariilovesmoney]

Yours, Forever and Ever.

f!reader x sanzu haruchiyo

Warnings! ⚠️⚠️

- angst - hurt - comfort - mentions and usage of dr*gs - mentions of m*rder - blacking out - swearing This fanfic is not suitable for children ages 11 and below!!

A/N: This is my first ever fic so please, don't hate. English isn't my first language, so there might be some grammar errors.

In which sanzu took too much drugs and you'll be the one to take care of him.

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It was silent. You just arrived at your and Haru's shared apartment. The sound of your keys jingling can be heard echoing through the corridor. Once you're inside, you make sure to lock the door properly.

It was pretty late. You promised Haru that you wouldn't stay overtime for work. "Shit.." he'd probably give you a scolding for breaking your promise.

You headed for the bathroom, eyes scanning the house for the hopes of finding your boyfriend. You spotted a figure lying on the couch, so you approach him. "Haru..? Y'still awake?" You see him knocked out, a ziplock full of pills on his hand. This shocked you, he told you everything, so why'd you not know about it? He told you he was fine, that he stopped doing this shit anymore. "Fuck, Haru. You told me you'd stop, you said you were fine." You gently lifted his head up, as you sat beside him on the couch. Your hands ruffling his hair as tears started to form on your eyes.

The muffled sobbing woke him up. "Ah, fuck.. how long have I been out?" You look at him, wiping your tears away. "I don't know. For hours, maybe. You were knocked unconscious when I arrived." Sanzu looks at you, already knowing that you would surely give him an earful. "I'm tired. Tired of all of this." You take and hold his hands. They're cold. Very cold. "I'm sorry for not being there for you." You sniffle, "s'my fault, I'm so, so sorry." You tell him. You love him with all your heart, and it pains to see him suffer like this. "Not your fault, baby." He sits down, cupping your face. "It's just.. it's just work." You hug him, concerned about his health. He's been through so much and he deserves everything. He's just on the wrong path.

"I'll never leave your side, Haru. Ever." You kiss him on his cheeks. You don't know how much those words meant to Sanzu. "I love you, (name)." "I love you too, Haruchiyo." You smile.

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A few moments of peaceful silence pass, you and Haru have been cuddling on the couch. His head on your chest, nuzzled to your neck. He loves it. He loves the scent of your vanilla perfume, he loves it when it's only the two of you alone, he loves it when he's beside you, he loves moments like these. The peaceful silence was interrupted by you; "Haru, let's give you a bath, yeah?" You run your hand over his pink hair. His bubble gum-colored hair that you oh-so-love. He hums, and sits up to let you stand. "I'll be right back, just gonna run the water." You earn a nod from him, before he lets his head fall back on the couch.

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Yayy I finally finished this☝☝ thank you for reading my fic, I'll try to make more of these^^

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

☄️ + aki for the emoji game 🤭 and 🌷 for giyuu if you want to!!

Yayy!! Thank you for the ask! ♡ I can always rely on you to send in one of these ask games lolol

Oh nooo time to roast Aki lmao

☄️ a little roasting session (we roast with love here)

This is kind of hard!! Idk how to roast him lolol he’s perfect in my eyes ( ˘ ³˘)♥ …. Hmm 🤔

Idk if this a roast but he’s kind of got a scary stare 😭 Aki will zone out and his has the most soul invasive stare but it’s all on accident! No matter how many times you tell him it’s scary, he’ll keep doing it bc he can’t help it lmao

He’s also definitely super rude when first meeting. He’s so cold and blunt that it kind of hurts. And when you two finally become close and you bring up what it was like interacting with him the first time, he tries denying it and feels so bad for having been mean lol (of course he never intended to be mean at first, it’s just his cold exterior from trauma lmao or trying to scare you away from the job so you don’t die)

🌷 a nsfw Headcanon

You know I got so many lewd thoughts of Giyuu in my head lmao so got plenty of those thoughts to share! I’ll try to share a headcanon i haven’t shared before

Goes slow and sensual when he first enters you but the closer her gets to cumming, the faster his thrusts become. And when his thrusts get faster and sloppier, so do his whines/grunts/moans and sweet nothings. Breathing out chants of “I love you” and “you’re so perfect, you’re so pretty” making them all slur together. Loves to finish inside and burry his cock as deep as he can. Does those little deep thrusts when he’s shooting his load.

Once he’s done, if he was a little aggressive, he switches back to being so sweet so fast!! Cuddles and kisses, will even run a bath for you if you need it. Will go from “Yeah, take my cock. Fucking cum all over it” to “do your thighs hurt? 🥺 do you need me to rub them for you?? 🥺🥺” in an instant lmao (you already wrote a little fic like this and I just absolutely agree lolol) which I’ll link here in case anyone wants to ready some juicy smut (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Tracing and kissing his scars also gives him a major hard on, especially scars on his thighs and back 🤤🤤 your fingers tracing them will send a shiver up his spine but the moment you kiss them and say he’s beautiful with them, he’s fully erect and gets so embarrassed lmao. Face all red to the tips of his ears, hiding behind his hands and mumbling out an apology ppfftt he’s such a cutie

[guggi04]

Wip Ask Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @kallisto-k and @frozenmemories1987 !!😃 I learned that I have no way of knowing which docs in my Google Docs are wips and which ones are finished. Maybe I should look into getting that sorted??🤔

- Bojere a/b/o fic my parts

- jure jo fic with jance

- i’ll be waiting (all there’s left to do is run) ((yayy finally made an actual title😅)

- baz 3 ofmd fic ((oh dear, I remember Baz🥹😍))

- cjizzy pwp ofmd fic

- presents bopley tog fic

- if they hurt you (they hurt me too) ((woaahh, Guggi, another lyric as a fic title, you’re soooo original 😅))

- 5+1 things bruce avengers fic

- Let Me Be Me - Fíli Hobbit fic

- three sherlock fic

- Omegaverse walking dead origin fic

Phew! That was all of them. (I think??😅) As you can see, I employ the ‘short resume as a working title’ method. Unless I steal song lyrics.🤫

Tagging @cinder-rose @hazzybat @stormkpr @the-golden-hoodie-official @crazy-minded-girl @fuckthemforthis @ere-na (only if y’all wanna!😉)