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fcthots · 7 months

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just saw your post about motorcycle bf jason and i'm...i'm fine. i'm normal. i'm not thinking about riding w him and just holding onto him with your whole body and him tapping your thigh to remind you to lean with him on sharp turns. how he never lets you on the bike without full gear bc he's terrified of you getting hurt bc of him. (is it custom gear in his specific shade of red? maybe!)

not thinking about him teaching you to ride, standing next to you with his arm around you while you sit on his gigantic ten-million pound motorcycle (that he pushes around like it weighs nothing), leaning over you to point out certain parts of the bike and explaining everything and answering all your questions patiently and being really sweet in general but also laughing at you bc you can't find neutral.

not thinking about waiting for him to get back from a late night ride and just swinging your leg over his lap to straddle him before he even gets off the bike...the gloves and helmet still on...idk...not thinking...no thoughts...

Anon I love. This is EVERYTHING.

He absolutely has entirely custom gear in his exact shade of red! He will not let you NEAR the bike if you haven't put on your helmet yet. He's so excited that you love backpacking. His favorite thing is when you lean forward and hold onto him. You love the adrenaline that courses through your veins, knowing that if you let go, you die. It stresses him the fuck out, but the look on your face makes it worth it. He reaches over and taps your thigh when a big turn comes into sight. You follow him as he leans and he can't help but smile as you do it without even thinking.

He wants to make sure you know how to ride if you would ever need to and also bc you won't stop asking. He pushes the bike closer to you like it weighs five pounds and not a thousand. You go to push it slightly backward so you have more room to start, but it went budge. He thinks it's fucking hilarious. He starts pointing out the different parts of the bike, he shows you the basics of the gear shift, and then he helps you on. He follows behind on one of the motorcycles he's been "borrowing" from Bruce for months. When you roll back in to the parking garage he falls to the floor laughing as you yell out a string of curse words trying to find neutral. You thought your biggest threat would be the bike stalling and not trying to switch the gear to neutral. He hops on behind you and does it for you. Hot.

A few days later he goes for a ride and he's been out for a while and you can't stand waiting any longer, seriously. What is this guy doing?

He pulls in two hours after he left and he barely has time to shut off the bike before you're swinging your leg over to straddle him. You take his helmet off and his hair is so poofy, but perfect for you to tangle your fingers in.

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #anon #anon im ab to name you 🏍️ anon bc I need you to come back. you dropped a masterpiece in my drafts and then just LEFT.#LEFT like I could just MOVE ON.

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captn-lovelace · 1 month

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there’s an anonymous author in the disco elysium ao3 tag who just casually drops the best most beautiful fics and disappears into the night. anon if you’re reading this i love you and im your biggest fan

#disco elysium #i regularly check the kim/harry tag to find when anon drops another masterpiece #you’re singlehandedly feeding me my DE content at this point #it’s the anon who’s written such classics as Silverware and Gravedigger

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traumxrei-archive · 1 year

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Suddenly getting emotional thinking about Jamil and how his life was chosen for him when he was born. If he would take the chance to leave his position if he could- if he'd feel lost with his newfound freedom or resentment at all his skills that, while he's great at them, were gained because he served Kalim.

I wonder how it is that others can't notice Jamil, how others can see him as just Kalim's shadow, how anyone can say, "Just have Jamil do it." And then there's you, who will look past Kalim to look for Jamil. You, who can ignore Kalim unintentionally because your staring at and daydreaming about Jamil. When you ask something of Jamil, you're not asking because it's his duty as a servant or tossing him some task while not caring if he can do it or not- we ask specifically for him because we know he can do it.

And trying to imagine how Jamil would be able to see the difference. How he'd be used to not really being seen- the name Jamil is not an individual, just the name for a faceless, identity-less thing in the background who's supposed to live for others. How he is confused when you show up at the dorm and brush off Kalim's friendly advances because you came specifically for Jamil. How you invite him to be on the other social side that he's always served- "Jamil, you haven't eaten yet, come join us!", "Jamil, you keep doing homework, I can go get that for Kalim", "Leave it for someone else to clean up, we weren't the ones responsible in the first place."

How those sitting with Kalim don't even register that he's in the room, but when it's you, your whole face lights up when you spot him. How you can't look away from his face until you've given him a smile that's brimming with your love for him. And how foreign this feels to Jamil, but maybe he doesn't hate it.

(Aka how I hadn't fully understood how Jamil felt because I acknowledged him as an individual from the start and didn't think properly about how he's typically seen as just an object in the Al-Asim household)

anon.............anon you should open a writing blog. like. i am at a loss. because you put into words the inexplicable sadness that i feel about jamil... this is so perfect that i don't think i'll be able to add much onto it, but i'll try anyway. maybe we'll take jamil's perspective, since you wrote so in depth about the prefect's perspective....

of course, your existence kind of greatly irritated jamil—at first. especially after you ruined his perfect plan to take over scarabia....but that doesn't matter now. now, he's perplexed.

he thought that you would avoid him like the plague, especially after all that he subjected you to during winter break. but instead, he started noticing you. it did help that you had a literal flaming cat next to you at all times, but he started seeing you a whole lot more.

and he felt like you were seeing him.

usually, he would wait on the side in busy hallways as kalim chattered happily with his classmates, waiting to deliver him to his next class. but he found that he was the one being sought out by you. which was weird, everyone had always wanted to talk to kalim, not him. but there you were, asking him mundane questions like how did he make that potion so easily? (practice, he answered.) what did he have for lunch? (kalim's favorite shawarmas. no, he didn't have extras.)

and he wouldn't be lying if he wasn't waiting for a certain question. one where you would ask him for a favor of some sort, and where he would have to don a mask and agree to whatever they wanted but... that question never came. he heard grim hollering for you, and just like that you were gone. huh. now that was new.

jamil noticed it happening more and more as time went by, especially as your visits to the scarabia dorm increased. at first he thought you visited solely for the food. which would mean more work for him. but he found that you weren't with kalim most of the time. rather you were rejecting kalim's proposals for holding feasts quite effectively.

instead you came to him, sometimes for a quick chat, sometimes you'd ask if he needed help. (he would always say no, the response trained into him for years upon years) but you would insist anyway, and he always found a small smile on his face whenever he was faced with your antics. (of course, he tried hard to make sure to hide those smiles behind a carefully placed hand)

jamil didn't really know when "resenting you" became "tolerating you" and he was even more clueless on how that feeling had evolved into "being fond of you".

maybe it was the time where you pushed him right past a messy-looking scarabia lounge, claiming that it wasn't his mess to clean up. or maybe it was one of the times where he was about to bunk basketball practice because kalim had called, and you said you could could meet kalim on his behalf. or maybe the time you pulled him into the school kitchens to show off lopsided-looking vada pavs that you made from one of the cookbooks he lent you.

maybe it was all the little things.

but around you, he didn't feel like "jamil viper, firstborn of the viper family" or "jamil viper, attendant to kalim al asim". no, he felt like "just jamil viper".

and maybe that's why jamil doesn't stop it when he felt that fondness turning into something brighter and more explosive. maybe that was why he started going to you— sitting next to you in your shared classes, bringing you snacks he made during lunch, or even visiting ramshackle. he found that he couldn't get enough of spending time with you. and jamil found that he didn't hate that.

(though jamil never said it outloud, you could see it in the way his eyes sparkled when he was with you, as cliche as it sounded. though his expressions remained schooled, there was something there that told you that jamil viper really, truly cared about you.)

n e ways, that's it for me. i hope you enjoyed reading my addition anon,,,,even though idk if you'll even see this since it's been so long. but i thoroughly enjoyed that sudden jamil brainrot ^^

#/trau replies #/anonnie #anon you sent me a masterpiece #i'm literally sobbing #jamil viper #ueuueueueueeee #jamil viper x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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leonsliga · 3 months

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I love that manu went running to sven because he knows he will collect a card lol but then thomas ran to save manu because DON'T TOUCH HIM

Everything about that sequence is pure, concentrated comedy gold from start to finish 😂 so let’s do a play-by-play, shall we?

Now if you’ll direct your attention to the bottom right of the gif below, you’ll see a wild Sven Ulreich absolutely BOOKING IT from the stands, ready to go on a warpath. The Ulle cometh, so to speak.

And naturally, he wastes ZERO time, nudging his way right into the thick of it.

Strong words are exchanged, and by exchanged I mean it’s pretty much just Ulle cursing out anyone on the Union Berlin coaching staff within shouting distance.

Sensing the escalating conflict in a way only a mama bear can, Manu swoops in to save the day (or to save Ulle from cutting a bitch—you decide).

In the midst of his efforts to pry a positively irate Ulle out of the fray though, Manu sustains a few gentle shoves himself. This of course angers beloved twink warrior Thomas Müller, who rushes in to assist his decade partner in his Sven Ulreich rescue mission.

Now this may seem, to the untrained eye at least, like standard operating procedure for a hardened Bayern diplomat. In actuality though, it’s a desperate, last-ditch effort to get his bf tf outta there (mostly unscathed). And let’s face it: the only way to do that is to remove our notorious (affectionate) pot-stirring goalkeeping deputy from the scene so Manu doesn’t have to mediate for anyone anymore.

Once the dust settles, only a visibly furious Thomas remains, who, naturally, has to be escorted away, because HOW DARE THEY touch his bf and brother-in-arms and think they’ll get off without a scratch?

In all seriousness though, I love that even though Ulle is pretty much benched whenever Manu is fit, he’s still just as invested in the match and willing to do battle for any of his teammates whenever they’re slighted in any way. That’s why he’s our beloved little card collector—our favorite justice warrior 🥰

And we all know that when someone even thinks about harming his dearest Manu, Thomas’s protective instincts go into overdrive and he can’t help but give them hell for it. All the better that we got angry Ulle content out of the deal—a two-for-one special folks! It’s impossible not to love the complete circus that is our Bayern squad, I swear 😂 even when they’re not playing at their best, you can’t say they’re not entertaining!

#anon 💖#and people say fc hollywood is dead…smh 🙄#I had so much fun writing this lmao #I bet you weren’t expecting a complete color commentary when you asked me this but you know how I am 😂#thank you so much for this masterpiece of an ask bestie!! stop by anytime ❤️#sven ulreich #manuel neuer #thomas müller #thomas muller #thomas mueller #neuller #fc bayern #fc bayern munich #fc bayern münchen #fc hollywood #beating the subject matter to a pulp as per #bri’s gifs

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ushiwhacka · 11 months

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No cuz I’m thinking about ushijima fingering his girl while he’s busy watching tv on the couch. Has the most straight face ever while rocking a boner. He doesn’t care, all he cares about is who scores the next point in the game.

-🔭

MDNI

he has you all sprawled out over his lap with your panties pulled down around your thighs. his other hand around your waist, keeping you from squirming. and he's being so, so, so mean. pushing his fingers in and out of you so slowly, your pussy squelching and dripping around them. every time the game gets tense he stops moving, ignores the way your walls squeeze around him. and you beg him so sweetly to "please, p-please don't stop" trying to fuck yourself on his hand but he just shushes you. oh and he doesn't let you cum. you think he's not paying attention, but the moment he feels your little pussy flutter he pulls out, leaves you empty and aching and frustrated. tells you there's only 2 sets left, he'll take care of you after.

#bestie u fried my brain with this!!!!!#LIKE!!!!!#i do like the thought of him surprising you by not indulging you every now and then #ushijima x reader #masterpiece: 🔭 anon <3 #💌 rika’s mail 💌

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the-one-who-lambs · 6 months

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A month or two ago someone asked me what the funniest comment I've ever received on a fanfic was and I didn't have the willpower to sift through all thousand and something. While rereading my old Narilamb series I found the one and only true answer.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #narilamb #this goes in main tag because this comment is a literary masterpiece actually #anyway i've been rereading because i totally nanowrimo-ed that series and while it is still beloved #and one of my favorites of my own works as well #i NEEDED to rewrite it so im scouring it for things to expand upon c:#got a great list so far!?#i'm adding at LEAST five chapters and expanding/improving the others massively #i saw this again yesterday and only remembered to post because someone i'm following got the same question LOL shoutout to bam and anon

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Becca, please I need more ex husband! Bucky I can't get him out of my head!!!

Aw no bc I'm drawing inspiration from one line in something I re-read this morning that was an original piece written by a cutie bc it would fit this so nicely 🥵

Like maybe you and Bucky both move on and get remarried but there are still those desperate, needy hookups because no matter how hard you try, you can't stay away from each other.

They'd be awfully intimate though, his plump, wet lips trailing up your neck, latching onto your earlobe, allowing his teeth to sink into the soft flesh just a little. You can hear every little pant and groan from him like this, enjoying every sound you coax out of him.

"Fuck, nothing feels as good as you do, sweetheart." He groans, giving you slow leisurely thrusts, enjoying the way your body envelops him so entirely.

He's blissed out and you've only started but there's an addictive familiarity that you offer him. He can't have sex like this with her. Purely because she's just not you.

"You missed this as much as I did?" You tease, curling your fingers in the short, dark hair at the back of his head, tugging his mouth down more insistently against your skin. He knows exactly what you need, grunting in pleasure while he licks a gentle strip up your neck. He only faintly recognises that you're still wearing the same perfume you used to wear. The one that's so distinctly you. The one that used to make his heart soar because smelling it meant that the love of his life was nearby.

"I missed it more, I can promise you that." You know he's not exaggerating. Just by the way he's touching you, you can tell he's needed this more than he should admit. "She's not you."

It's an awfully simple admission but the weight behind it is staggering.

"I know what you mean. He's not you." You know you mean that with your entire heart and it's so damn wrong to compare your new husband to your ex-husband but it's hard not to.

"I'll always be yours, you know that? Fuckin' ruined me for anyone else." He tries to ease the tension with a half laugh but it doesn't help. It's a lot of weight to add to a casual affair but it feels so right with him.

"And I'm gonna keep ruining you, Buck." You're desperately trying to shift the mood, making sure you both avoid saying something you'll regret. Before he knows it, you've manoeuvred him so he's flat on his back, his cock back inside you and his hands on your hips to help you grind yourself on him.

"I'll let you ruin me any time, bunny. Just say the word." He has that lazy, half smirk on his face, watching how you fuck yourself on him. You're right where you belong, on top of him, stuffed full of his dick, taking what you need.

Your hand trails over your own body, teasing yourself, putting on a show for him and slipping into the moment and he can't help but notice your ring finger is bare. You've taken your new wedding ring off and for the time being, it almost feels like you're his again.

"That's it, use me. You feel like a dream. We shouldn't need this the way we do. God, this is wrong." He can't tear his eyes away from where your bodies are joined, knowing how much you love being on top. "You have any idea how much I love seeing you fill that slutty, desperate little married pussy with my dick? 'M right where I should be. Buried so deep inside my little slut. Guess some things never change."

The change of pace is so welcome, straying away from feelings and into safer, filthier territory.

"That's it, that little cunt only ever flutters like that for me. I still own it, don't I?" He knows he shouldn't be into this but he is. And so are you.

You reply with a breathy "yes", feeling your body tighten around him and deep down you know you've never belonged to anyone else.

#Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Bucky Barnes smut #asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #ex-husband!bucky #tw: cheating #if you see this #just know this is your fault #I re-read that AGAIN #and it was still unbearably hot #the one line in particular that gets me every single time #the one where she's pressed to the table and he says something about her 'married 🐱'#ruins me #I can't explain it #you wrote a masterpiece with that series #but that one chapter is 🤤

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streaminn · 11 months

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(Decided to write some fluff after all the angst :) have these dorks using their fruit trees to their advantage! Also, this is set in the streamer Enid au.)

"Do'ya think you could... not?"

"You wanted this," Wednesday says, stepping just slightly harder on Enid's shoulders. "You need to learn to deal with the consequences of your actions, Dear."

"Willaaaaaa..."

"Got it." Wednesday calls, "you can put me down now."

Enid considers just leaning back and letting her fall, but not only is she a human, breakable and frail, she's also carrying all their gathered fruits.

If she made Wednesday spill them, she would be sleeping on the couch for a while.

She lowers herself so Wednesday can hop off, back onto the soild ground.

"Okay," the tiny woman adorable holding the basket on her arm like a purse. The basket hangs low on Enid's arm, the gap from the basket itself to the handle is mostly filled by the bulk of her muscles.

But Wednesday is tiny.

The bottom of the basket almost lines up with the goth's knees.

"That's enough apples, citrus fruits, and grapes for a while." Wednesday sets the basket down carefully, taking care to not drop the grapes.

"Why can't we just pay someone to get them for us? We have the money..." Enid doesn't whine.

Enid doesn't whine.

She didn't.

"Stop whining," Wednesday blunts, "you're the one who wanted to grow and pick our own goods. Something, something... farmcore?"

"Yeah!" Enid cheers. Sticks her arms up. "We're farmcore lesbians!"

"Why are you whining if it's a good thing, then?"

Enid's face and arms drop right as the pass the entrance of the apple tree section. Wednesday insisted that they mark everything properly, but it hardly helps when Enid chased after squirrels and domestic dogs.

"'Cause that was before I knew I'd work in the burning sun with a gothic lesbian on my shoulders!" Enid huffs. Crosses her arms. She doesn't pout. She doesn't.

Their almost at the door to their house now.

It's their home.

Wednesday smiles, if only barely.

"First off, the sun is not burning, it's autumn, and the sun has almost completely set."

Wednesday motions for Enid to open the door, her arms full of baskets.

"Second off," she steps in after the werewolf does a dorky bow, murmuring a low 'ladies first,' "I'm 5'1 and 110 pounds. I regularly see you lift 230, if not more-"

"Yeah, but 230 pounds of weights don't dig boot heels into my shoulders!"

"-and thirdly," she continues, ignoring her wife's complaints "I'm Enidsexual, not a lesbian."

"Awww, Willa!" Enid makes a show of wiping tears away.

Her finger move away from her eyes completely dry.

"You do love me!"

"Of course I love you, you wouldn't be alive if I didn't."

Enid giggles as Wednesday sets the baskets down in the kitchen. The counter has paint marks from when Enid tried and horrifically failed to make a pretty colored glass jar.

Wednesday uses the jar to store spices. It's her favorite.

She pre-heats the oven. 350.

She grabs a knife, a cutting board, sets them down. Enid's gone upstairs to tie her hair back. She washes the apples first, set on peeling them.

Just as she sets the first apple down, a bowl next to her, she hears quick footsteps desend from the stairs.

"Willa, Willa look- look!"

Wednesday huffs, sets the apple and knife, and walks into the living room.

Enid's standing in the middle of the room, grinning.

"What is it?"

Enid points at the mirror.

("So you can see yourself and how fine you are!" Enid giggled, displaying the reflective glass. The top half of the frame is hot pink, the bottom jet black.

Wednesday sometimes uses it to makes sure she's presentable before she leaves.

She uses it mostly to steal looks at Enid before the werewolf notices.

She usually gets caught.)

"It's a mirror."

"I- yeah!" Enid's grin turns teasing, "that is a mirror." She babytalks. "Good job, Wendy!"

"Call me "Wendy" again, and you'll be turned into a square burger patty."

Wednesday crosses her arms but still gets next to Enid, looking in the mirror.

"Look." They stand side by side.

Enid's a good head and then some taller than Wednesday. It used to embarrass her, back in Nevermore. Having to ask the roommate she had an infatuation with to get a book from the too-high shelf was a different level of embarrassment.

"Me," Enid points at herself in the mirror. Her hair is tied back, showing off her scars. Bright eyes.

Wednesday would die for her.

Enid's finger moves to point at Wednesday's reflection.

"And the bad bitch I pulled by being silly and goofy and whimsical."

She supposes Enid is willing to die because of her, saying imbecilic things like that.

"I want a divorce." Wednesday walks back into the kitchen, arms still crossed.

"No, you- no you don't!" Enid jogs after her, she gets into the kitchen right as Wednesday grabs her knife and apple again.

"You could never find someone with this much whimsy! Or a face this cute!"

"Hmm. Are you implying I only married you for your face, Sinclair?"

"Woah," Enid puts her hands put like theres a gun pointed at her. "Bringing out the old last names? Cold-hearted, Addams!"

"You knew you were marrying a cold-blooded woman, Honey. Now, quit messing around and help get the fruit prepped."

"This environment doesn't have enough enrichment for me," Enid pouts, grabbing another cutting board and knife.

"How am I supposed to live, laugh, love in these conditions?"

"Quiet."

They sit in a comfortable silence. Enid washes and peels the apples, hands them to Wednesday, Wednesday cuts them into slice, then sits them in a pan.

She adds water, sugar, cinnamon. She sets it to medium and stirs.

She stirs random patterns.

A figure-8.

A circle.

An x.

A W.

A plus.

An E.

"Here," there's a hand in her peripheral-vision. "Let me. I like stirring things." Enid smiles softly, takes the wooded spoon from her hands.

"And what do you suggest I do? Twiddle my thumbs?"

"Hmmm," Enid stares into the mixture in the pan. She stirs. "You could sit on the chair and look pretty. Looking at your lovely face would be much better than looking at this."

"Are you saying my creations aren't gorgeous enough to blind you?"

"Look," Enid sets ths spoon aside and grabs a lid. She sets it on the pan, "all I'm saying is- you're not the only who married purely for looks."

"Huh."

They have a staring contest. Enid's never been good at holding her eyes open.

She loses.

"You can start working on the pie dough? I'll go start the fireplace."

Wednesday nods once, grabs what she needs from the closet, and starts on the dough.

This is her life. She lives with her wife, in their house, on their land.

She works on the dough, kneading it while she hears Enid grab logs from the basket they sit in.

Despite their fake bicker and faker upset, she pokes her head past the wall of the kitchen to sneak a peek at Enid.

Her heart catches in her throat when, not only is Enid staring right at her, but Enid is flexing her arms.

"Like what you see?" She teases

"Idiot," she turns back to the dough, hiding her blush. "You are so dumb."

"And yet you love me!" Enid calls back. She can hear Enid place a log into the fireplace. Another. Then another. A fourth. One more log, than she hears Enid grab the lighter.

She hears Enid swear when it doesn't start.

"Willlaaaaaa..."

"Bring it here."

Enid enters the kitchen blushing, and hands Wednesday the lighter with a pathetically pitiful downcast face.

Wednesday lights it on her first try.

"'S'not fair." She hands Enid the lit lighter.

She sets the most of the dough in the pie tin, grabs the filling, and pours most in. She pours the rest in jar, seals it and puts it in the refrigerator.

"I got the fire goin'!"

"Good." Wednesday sets the rest of the dough over the top, cuts line into it for ventilation, than sets it carefully into the hot oven. "Mind getting hot water for tea and coffee ready?"

"Sure!" Enid prances into the kitchen, grabs a kettle and fills it with water.

She sets it on the stove and starts it.

Wednesday washes her hands and nails free of bits of dough and flour and apple and orange and lemon peels.

She's cooking. In their home.

She turns and sees her wife's back to her. She loves this woman.

"Hey, can we watch that new K-drama episode? Yoko got to watch it earlier and if she spoils it I'll-" Enid turns her entire body to face Wednesday and when she does, Wednesday bruies her face in Enid's chest. Hugs her.

"Oh!"

Enid stays stiff for a moment, schocked, and carefully, slowly wraps her arms around the smaller.

"I love the affection," Enid starts, "but you don't usually start the lovin'. Somethin' wrong?"

"I love you. It just... smacked me. How much love I hold in my heart for you."

Enid smiles softly and warmly, Wednesday wonders if she somehow stole the essence of the fire burning in their home and stuck it in her face.

Enid kisses the top of her head.

"Love you too, babycakes."

They sit for a moment. Holding each other.

"The water's ready."

"Good." Wednesday pulls from the hug and turns the stone off. "Get our mugs?"

"'Course, Wednesday."

Enid grabs their mugs from the high shelf, she places them down gingerly.

"I'll be right back."

"Alright."

Wednesday leaves the kitchen and climbs the stairs, entering their shared bedroom.

She goes to the bottom shelf of her dresser (they needed separate ones, she loves Enid but if she has to see a bright yellow dress that says house on it next to her black dress-shirts she'll kill someone.) and grabs the fabrics she came for. She sticks them in her hoodie pockets.

When she gets back down stairs, Enid's all wrapped in a big blanket, her mug in her hands, Wednesday's on the ground next to her. It's big enough to cover their couch 3 timss over.

They use it strictly for cuddles.

Enid's stupid mug that Wednesday got her that she swears is the only one she'll use till she's dead has a chip in the handle. She dropped it and it broke and Ajax, bless him, offered to fix it.

There never found the missing piece.

Wednesday got her mug from Enid. A soild black mug that fits just right in her hands. It has a color changing sun on both sides. It's heat activated.

There's a black coffee in her mug, and Enid's has her apple-citrus tea.

"I'm going to check on the pie."

"Okay."

It's done when Wednesday opens the door. She pulls it out, and sets it to cool.

"It's done, Darling."

"Yay!"

Wednesday walks into the living room, and sits on the floor, grabs her mug, and cocoons herself. She presses into her human-heater.

She's warm.

"Why'd you go upstairs a minute ago?"

"Oh." She swallows. "These."

She reaches into her hoodie pockets and pulls out the clothing.

Enid gasps and puts her hands over her mouth.

"Our snoods!" She grabs hers carefully and puts it on swiftly. "I thought we lost these."

"I hid them. I meant to throw them away but they mean a lot to you and-"

"So they mean just as much to you?" Enid grins at her.

Clever little shit.

"... Yes. I wanted to throw them but i thought about how that would make you feel. I couldn't show you that I-" she fakes a shudder "-love you. If someone saw me wearing this I'd think I mellowed out."

"You have mellowed out." Enid takes her hands tenderly. "For me."

Wednesday blushes and stares intensely at her tea.

"I have a reputation."

Enid grins. Sharp toothed.

"I think the pies cooled."

"Get it yourself, traitor."

"Fine, fine. Guess you'll just be cold and alone in these blankets then."

"Guess I will."

Enid gets two plates down from the cupboard. A knife from the drawer. She pushes it closed with a hip press. She cuts two slices, one for herself and one for Wednesday.

Wednesday's piece totally isn't ever so slightly smaller. Nuh-uh.

She returns to the living room carrying their food.

"Ta-da!"

It's only once they're both situated on the floor, warmed from each other and the fireplace and the blanket does Wednesday speak.

"Enid?

"Yeah?"

"Where are the forks."

Enid looks at her plate. Then at Wednesday's.

"Fuck."

"I'll get them."

"Noooooo," Enid wraps her arm around her love, "I'm cozy!"

"I'm not dealing with sticky fingers," the shorter speaks. "A few seconds without me or no pie?"

"..."

"Be quick."

She pats her wife's shoulder mockingly. "That's what I thought."

It's only once the moon just barely rises do they call it a night.

The pie has been eaten, they enjoyed their drinks, they watched Enid's K-drama so Yoko couldn't spoil it.

They're in bed.

Wednesday let her hair down. Enid plays with it, braiding and unbraiding it endlessly.

"Enid?"

"Yes my sweet, darling Willa?"

"I... I love you. I love you and I fear sometimes I don't say it enough."

Enid grabs her by the shoulder and flips her over. It's fast and makes her neck creak uncomfortably.

"You say it plenty. You could say it once a month and it'd be enough. You sh- you love through actions more than words." Enid laughs softly. "Ironic for such a writer."

"I like saying it more than once a month."

"I like hearing it more than once a month."

A kiss.

"And love you just as much, my Raven."

"Goodnight, Enid."

"Goodnight, Willa."

THE THINGS WENCLAIR DOES TO ME MAN, OMLLLL. ITS SO GOOD WRITER ANON, TY AGAINNNN

im currently in a dnd session so im kinda too busy to write BUT, have this lil snippet

"ya'know what i realized, willa?" Enid murmurs to the dark.

Wednesday doesn't shift, but she keeps talking anyway.

"I think i'm the villager and you're the farmer in stardew valley."

Finally, that got a reaction.

"what?" Enid gives herself a mental pat to the back. Win to her for being able to make her one and lovely Wednesday sound shocked. Heh, adorable.

"it makes sense!" she continues. "you come into the farm, you give me gifts and we're married. Sounds like a regular run, no?"

Wednesday shifts, turning to Enid with a confused and lightly said What.

"what are you talking about?" she wonders and Enid gives a light kiss to her wife's forehead before snuggling under the sheets and closing her eyes.

"Enid?" wednesday asks.

"enid??"

#streamer enid au #wenclair #writing #writer anon #ANOTHER MASTERPIECE

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sunglassesmish · 8 months

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We finally write the day of your first convention. You have gotten extremely lucky: despite your anxiety you attempt to ask Misha a question and you made it to the microphone. So you bravely ask. But what is this? Suddenly Misha jumps off the stage, full force on his two artificial hips. He walks toward you while answering the question that you wrote down in a Tumblr post - just so that you don't forget it when you are extremely nervous. Quicker than you would expect from a middle-aged, straight actor man, he grabs your phone. His voice does the high-pitched chaos giggle that promises danger. Oh no. Misha Collins has seen your blog. Is he scrolling down your phone? What posts is he seeing? Hopefully not the ones about mishafucking, or fimmf, or arms. There are plenty of these. Misha looks up. You can see your phone showing one of the recent photo ops, apparently. "I should really choke Jensen more", he muses. You faint

oh… my… god.

#anon #ask #i am SCREAMING #this is a masterpiece #I SHOULD REALLY CHOKE JENSEN MORE #it’s very unlikely to happen… but it still can #i do want to ask him a question but i will NOT open tumblr

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madame-mongoose · 5 months

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Do you also think it's crazy that after Wheatley becomes head honcho of Aperture he desperately tries to prove everyone wrong despite probably knowing deep down in his code that he WAS in fact designed to be a genuine-fied moron, but he has to prove that he is better than the code, that he is above the parameters he was essentially born with but in the process loses the people he could feel that satisfaction of disproving someone and quickly tries to concoct creatures to satisfy these new itches but it never quite satisfying, never quite succeeding and thus just permeates the ideology of him being a moron for trying in the first place?

Goddd yes. All the fucking time dude. His spiral is so fucking captivating to me. Like finally having that power over people. Finally being able to prove himself. Like the dialogue where he signifies how small Chell is. Or calls himself "tiny little wheatley"

Like it's so SO obvious how badly insecure he is. He knows what he is. That's what he was made for, that's what everyone told him. He has such a fragile inflated ego to protect himself. Like not to mention the way he twists events in his head so he has someone to blame. Pushing words and actions onto Chell so he doesn't have to come to terms with the fact that he IS a screw up. God. God fucking damn it drives me up the wall.

That's why people who say wheatley was always a saint or whatever until he was corrupted by the facility drive me crazy. It removes all the nuance and genuine tragedy of his character. He was ALWAYS a bit of a dick. He was always neglectful and never cared much about your well-being outside of your ability to help him. Being given control for once in his life. Not fearing that every little thing he does will kill him. Having power when he once was so powerless. Of course it amplifies his bad traits of course it drives him mad. He's so fucking pathetic it's sickening. I love him

#hes just like me fr #genuinely a masterpiece of a character #where is that post where it is like you fell for the characters lies #bc thats a lot of wheatley fans #HES KINDA SHITTY AND THATS OKAY #IT MAKES HIM HOTTER ACTUALLY #anyway sorry for the tangent i want him #also i saw your other ask haiii imposter anon #monnie answers

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spoiledmilks · 7 months

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Minecraft decided this is the one time to uodate the launcher so this took a moment to get this (actually uodated FOUR times bc i clicked the wrong launchers) but.

Insert a cave noise and you turn around to this.

It used to be transparent idk what happened

HE’S SO GOOFY AND SCRUNKLY I LOVE HIM SM

#THE WORM ON STRIINGGG #AAAAA #as a photography student i feel like the worm brings this whole photo together and turns it into a masterpiece #feral anon #inbox

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wol-fica · 1 year

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it seems we're both excited to watch Scream VI! what a good thing.

unfortunately, we still have to wait a little longer...so let's talk about Tara Carpenter, shall we?

(warning: implied gp!reader; implied height difference; Dom/Sub dynamic; ghostface!Tara; overstimulation.)

Tara looks like a good girl...funny, innocent, sweet girl, whose laughter could make even the coldest heart beat a little faster. whose hand are warm and so, so tiny compared to yours. she is just the cutest, all freckles and brown eyes, pink aesthetic and a love for scary movies.

when she asks you what is your favorite scary movie, you don't even think much about it.

at least not until you see a tiny Ghostface right in front of you.

Tara looks like danger while chasing after you. you both trip, hit walls and break furniture all over your house. it only ends when you're pinning her on the floor, her face completely exposed to you and a new feeling you've never felt before burning inside you.

something within anger and fear and love and lust.

you don't even know. you just want to take her right there, right after Tara fucking Carpenter tried to stab you.

Tara looks like fire when you fuck the shit out of her. she doesn't fight back when you break her, when you give her twice the feeling of being hunted down by a beast. if something, it looks like she wants you to do so...to fill her up and rub her sweet spots until she loses consciousness, to make her feel so defenseless and good at the same time. she is by all means the murderer inside the room, but you're the one driving her to the edge again and again and again.

have a good look; Tara Carpenter is a masterpiece. her wet thighs, throbbing pussy and red, swollen lips as she whines, whimpers, begs you to stop, to keep going, to do something, anything to extinguish the fire inside her - there's just so much thirst in this girl...ruining her is the least you could do after all the running and trouble she made you go through.

oh, and when you turn her delicate but strong body into a mess, overflowing with pleasure to the point it's painful, she knows you've always been the best first target she could have picked.

now, now...I might have written a little to much. a bad habit of mine, you could say.

I just wonder...what would you write, if your goal was to elaborate this scenario?

oh, but don't push yourself, alright? if it's to much we could just pretend it didn't happened at all.

have a nice day, darling!

oh. my. god.

my mouth was hanging open the whole time i read this wtf.

THIS IS SO COOL I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!

(when i get some free time tomorrow i’ll hopefully write it, this is amazing you little talented anon)

#wolfi respond #wolfi random #anon #GRACED BY THIS MASTERPIECE

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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(Nutjob anon!)

Okay, I had and idea! Are you aware of the trope about "Sex pollen"? It's exactly what the name implies, and a lot of people like to use it with Tighnari due to his forest ranger job. But a couple of days ago, I thought about a similar scenario but with a different outcome.

The scenario would be quite straight forward:

He goes out for patrol, finds a new and strange looking plant, and even with all the precautions he took when approaching it, he still got dosed with a blanket of spores. He immediately marked the place in his map and booked it to his personal hut, taking his safety first and it will also help him determinate what this plant's effect would do to humans.

But even after half a week, he has yet to see any effects. He feels fine, a little loose on the tongue in terms of honesty; his usual filter used for the idiotic travellers and New rangers was a little bit off but he manage to catch himself just in time. So he thought he could go out and resume his usual work.

That is, of course, when he spots you walking and talking with another ranger, the two of you laughing and Tighnari's baring of his fangs at the sight of that not-so friendly arm around your waist comes a tad bit louder and aggressive than he wanted to.

He marches with heavy steps. He knows he should tone down the frown on his face, not yank the arm and apologise when the person gasped in pain, but his brain simply doesn't want to cooperate. All of the fumbled words of the other ranger fell deaf on Tighnari's ears, his eyes never straying from your surprised ones as he informs the ranger about their "sudden" rescheduling. They leave without questioning, and when Tighnari truly sensed them out of range, he places a hand on your lower back and harshly pushes you into resuming your previous destination.

The air between you two is quite heavy. At some point of the walk, his hand crept up from your back to the nape of your neck, no longer pushing but the warm and firmness sensed through the gloves didn't allow you to relax. What might have you done to make the patient and nice Tighnari to react like that?

Your need of a reasons was something that Tighnari was also contemplating. He wants to say something, anything to make sure you remain unaware of his intentions (seriously, he can't let you our of his radar for a couple of days because you are already being swarmed by pesky flies). When he thinks he has an idea of where to begin, shift the blame a little on you, he clears his throat and part his lips:

"Do you want for your fellow rangers to die a lonely, painful death? Because that's what you are pushing me towards to. It would be so easy to make it appear as an accident, and I'll make sure you know it was your fault, for not behaving"

...

...What. the. Hell.

Tighnari faintly thinks about nagging you from how fast you turn your head to look at him, you could have gotten hurt! But his panic prevents him from letting out any words. That, and the hand tightly press against his mouth, horror swirling alongside other emotions like a whirlpool in a stormy night at the sea, murky and simply terrifying.

He tried with all his might, but even with a cover, his lips didn't stop moving, neither his mind cut short the quite alarming and true sentences from forming. Without his consent, his hand slipped and his body turned towards you, moving forward the same amount of steps that you took to get away, until your back collided against a tree and Tighnari caged you between his arms.

"You really enjoy walking around, don't you? Or else you wouldn't have joined the Forest Watch. So," He leans closer, his forehead pressing on the bark over your head so he can fully cover you with his body. A hand finds its home around your jawline, grasp firm as he forced your head up to keep the eye contact.

"...if you want your freedom intact, do not provoke me. You don't want to nail your door shut for good because, belive me, I have been more than patient and good to you, gave you more liberties than I would want to"

It felt like watching an accident unfold, and while Tighnari consciousness tuned out the new words...

"The moment that happens? I'll be done. You better honour that watcher title and be alert, I won't allow you to feel safe ever again! So, for your sake and my of my workload... restraint yourself."

...He suddenly remembered that plant from days ago, finally knowing what it does to humans:

It makes you reveal your true feelings.

A/n: (I'm aware but I don't really read content about this trope cause I'm ace but this version is really interesting!!!)

Holy crap anon. Y'all really should be writing the fics I'm crying these are so fricking delectable I cannot. That last line??? Banger. When you start a writing blog or if you have one already nutjob anon pls tell me I beg you 😭– i have not much to add this is already perfection my friend. You're an awesome writer!!! I wish I could send you more love hdhakzkaoaoosoa

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It's rather funny that after a while, Tighnari doesn't seem to care about what he had done. He said what he said, and you heard him loud and clear. It is very fortunate that he hadn't said anything that insinuates or directly states his obsession towards you, but if you're particularly sharp then you probably would've already.

Once again, not like he cares.

In fact, he'd likely relish in the fact that you're now more cautious on the way you behave around the other rangers. This is nothing but an advantage to him.

For the sake of your sanity, it's for the best if you start doing exactly what he wants.

Now that Tighnari realized how much power he has over you all along, the forest will no longer be your refuge.

#nutjob anon #yandere tighnari #yandere tighnari x reader #just. just look at what they wrote. beautiful #hsjakalqk yaLL REALLY DROP MASTERPIECES IN MY INBOX 😭

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