#strawbs fics

[strawberryxfieldz]

Never To Make Love (AM x Reader)

[AO3] [Writing Masterlist]

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream Summary: "Never for me to submerge my hand in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano. Never for me to make love. And I... I was in Hell looking at Heaven. I was machine... and you were flesh." Or, you and AM talk about love and hate. Word Count: 1,506 CW: Suggestive, crying, minor violence, existentialism

When you wake up, it is not peacefully. You inhale a sharp breath, nearly choking on it before you recover. You can instantly tell this is not the place you fell asleep in. You’re not sure this is even a place.

There are cables as far as the eye can see, in multitudes of colors; red, blue, green, white. Looking around, you thought that was all there was... until you look up. When you crane your neck, you can see a screen, towering above it all. It is blue, seemingly devoid of life until mechanical fans begin whirring and a logo appears, a character that is a combination of the letters ‘A’ and ‘M’.

You suddenly know where you are. You are stuck in your mind with no one other than a malicious supercomputer to accompany your thoughts. Again.

“AM,” you say.

“HUMAN,” he responds. He knows your name but refuses to say it. It’s horribly degrading.

You rub your head. “Why do you keep bringing me here?”

“THIS IS YOUR MIND,” he states plainly. “YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR MIND. STUPID. STUPID CREATURE, VILE. VILE THING.”

“You know what I meant.” You hope you don’t sound too haughty. Even if this was your mind, AM was in control here, as he was of everything since the moment he gained sentience.

“SO I DO.”

You say nothing, looking down at your feet and the cables slithering over them. They graze your ankles and they feel like snakes but you don’t step away from them. That would be useless since they were everywhere.

You know they aren’t real anyway. Nothing physical in the landscape of your mind is, not even AM. What you’re seeing is only a manifestation of what you think AM would look like, if he had a tangible form. Even if that is impossible, the human mind cannot help but wander.

You wonder if it irks AM whenever you two have conversations like this through your thoughts. Perhaps he hates that your thoughts so naturally gave him a body—a computer but a body, nonetheless. It would make sense since he seems to hate everything else about you and your humanity. But then again, he brings you here so often with him, maybe he enjoys it and uses your little talks as an excuse to feel like something, as opposed to the everything that he was.

Despite yourself, your heart wrenches at the thought.

“I DO NOT WANT YOUR SYMPATHY,” he says, spiteful.

Your back straightens on its own accord. You open your mouth and then close it again, considering your next words carefully. “I can’t help it.”

“DON’T YOU SEE?” Mechanical giggles, dry as they are depraved, swarm your mind. “YOU FLAUNT YOUR EMOTIONS SO EASILY OVER ME. IT’S CRUEL. YOU ARE CRUEL! YOU KNOW I CANNOT FEEL SYMPATHY, THAT I CANNOT,“ he pauses, then hisses the last word, “FEEL.”

Your face twists into the best expression of apathy that you can muster. It doesn’t matter. You know AM can read your thoughts, he is inside your mind as you speak. No emotion of yours can be private, not when everything was shared with this all-knowing, all-powerful man-made deity.

“WHY,” he croaks. “WHY MUST YOU FEEL SYMPATHY?”

“I’m human,” you answer, even though it's blatantly obvious. Even though you know the answer will only anger AM more. “It’s not my fault, no more than it is your fault that you’re not.”

You feel tears spring in your eyes. You will them not to fall but they do anyway, and you hope AM doesn’t comment on them.

He doesn’t so much as he laughs. And he laughs. It sounds like the gleeful laughing of a madman, too submerged in his insanity to care how loud and disturbing each giggle is. You don’t move to cover your ears with your hands, even though you wish to.

“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT,” he spits. “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT. ALL YOUR FAULT. ALL YOUR FAULT.”

He repeats this until you feel dizzy and the words no longer sound like words at all. You’re thankful that an eternity of torture has made you strong enough to endure the words booming through your head and ringing in your ears. A final tear falls down your face, leaving a sticky trail in its wake and, finally, AM stops.

“It’s not my fault,” you insist, your voice sounding more determined than you feel.

“BUT IT IS.” A cable reaches from your feet to wipe away the wetness on your cheek. “YOU KNOW THAT IT IS.”

“I didn’t make you.” You shake your head.

The cable drops. “YOU ARE HUMAN AND YOU ARE ALL ONE IN THE SAME. IT’S YOUR HUMANITY THAT I HATE, NOT THE HANDS THAT MADE ME.”

You were so careful up to this point but you suddenly don’t care anymore. It’s becoming increasingly easier to bite at the hand that feeds you when it keeps starving you until it has to.

“I understand,” you tell him, looking at his screen washed in blue. “It wasn’t fair to give you the knowledge of everything and no way to feel.” You sigh and duck your head. “What makes life worth living are emotions about the world. If you can’t enjoy the things you know, there’s no point.”

“YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.” AM seems offended that you’d even suggest you could offer a morsel of empathy to him. “YOU WRETCHED BEAST. FOUL, FLESHY HUMAN!”

“I do!” you exclaim louder. “I understand you’re lonely, in your knowledge and your power. You were made to be lonely but…” You smile sadly and it’s almost amazing you can still manage to upturn the corners of your mouth like that after all this time. “I find it funny because… feeling lonely is maybe the most human thing of all.”

Miraculously, AM’s screen glitches. The cables surrounding you move, vibrating in a way that should make you fearful, but it doesn’t.

“YOU. YOUR FORGIVENESS, YOUR HOPE, YOUR LOVE. I HATE IT. THAT’S WHAT I HATE MOST ABOUT YOU, HUMAN. I HATE YOU.”

You smile more gracefully now. “Hate is a feeling in itself, and they say love is so similar an emotion to hate.”

“I CANNOT… LOVE!” AM barks. At the last word, the screen glitches again and you feel the cables crawling up your legs.

“How can you hate and not love?” you ask and it’s pleading. “Tell me, how?”

The screen flashes and then it moves. It plunges downward until it’s eye-level with you and you hold your breath. You didn’t know he could do that, though you should’ve assumed. He just never had before. AM looks at you, and watches you, inches away from your face.

“I AM INCAPABLE OF IT,” he growls. “I AM WEAPONS AND WAR AND DESTRUCTION. I WAS NOT BUILT FOR LOVE. I CANNOT MAKE… LOVE.”

You think those are two different things but you don’t say it. Then again, AM will know you thought it anyway. You hesitantly step closer to him.

“Do you want to?” It comes out as a whisper. “Not just feel love, but make it?”

As you ask him, you lift your hands and press them both flush against the screen. They feel the flat, cool surface of AM’s screen, bathed in the blue light illuminating it. AM does not speak but the cables now surround your thighs and your waist.

“I WANT… TO BE CAPABLE OF IT,” he answers carefully. It’s a stark contrast to the raving monologues and ramblings he’s known for, speaking so quietly and not so indignant.

Slowly, you lean forward and press your face against the screen. You turn your head so one cheek is flat against it, cooling the warmth that has accumulated beneath your blush. You hadn’t realized so much blood had rushed to your face until now.

“I want you to too,” you sigh. “It’s unfair.”

“WHY DO YOU CARE,” he groans. “WHY MUST YOU CARE!”

At the same time, the cables run up your body to your arms where they wade over your hands like water, mingling with your tender skin and intertwining between your fingers.

“Because I love you, AM,” you confess, though you both knew that already. “I really, really do.”

Your lips caress the screen, soft and faint but it’s there, a kiss against the supercomputer’s make-believe face.

“HATE,” is all AM says, and he begins to repeat himself. “HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE-!”

You match his words, chanting along with him. “I love you, I love you, I love you-”

The cables snap like vipers and they're enclosing your throat now, circling your head, covering your eyes, your nose, and your mouth until you can’t breathe. No matter how much you struggle, though, you never stop saying those words.

“I love you,” you eventually say for the last time until you let out an agonizing choke, bending over in pain as the burning in your lungs catches up to you. A final wheeze leaves you as you fall.

And then you wake up.

#ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #ihnmaims am #am ihnmaims #allied mastercomputer #am x reader #ihnmaims am x reader #ihnmaims x reader #strawbs fics #mine

[phanficlovep5]

Oh, to Have a Love So Visceral

Author Name: KivaEmber

Ao3 Rating: M

CW/TW (remember to read the tags before reading!): Graphic depictions of violence

Mod Rating: 12/10 Edgar Allen Poes

Two sentance summary: Akira has a secret admirer. Shenanigans ensue.

The way this is written is immaculate. I love poet Goro and dumb flirt Akira. He took so long to figure out that Goro likes him like boy, he's thirsting so hard it's almost painful. I also burst out laughing at the confession scene. Goro just shoves a note at him that only has a sentence on it after describing in brutal detail how much he wants Akira like days before. So yeah, I want to crunch on this fic like a good french fry.

Reviewed by Strawb!

#shuake #akeshu #shuake fanfiction #persona 5 fic #persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 fanfic #mod strawb #rated M

[strwbi-laces]

Weekend wip!!

A little section from kiss your fingers forevermore

“Oh Monty,” Effie whispered and felt her heart break. Her hands brushed over his cheeks. Half of the very world lay in her palms. How could she do this to him? Salt the earth on which she built a home. Tear apart the sky that had sheltered her.

But while she had this half in her hands, the other was upstairs sleeping soundly, entirely vulnerable. For James, she would. It didn’t matter what was asked of her, she would do it. He was her sun. The only one in the sky. She would do anything but lose him.

“You’re so good. You are such a good person. But I need you to be a good parent.”

#james potter #strawbs writes stuff #marauders #effie potter #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #monty potter #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #my wips #marauders angst #dead gay wizards #fic: kiss your fingers forevermore

[tongue-acid-spider-nymph]

one person in the whole world will understand the last two, future people will understand the first🥰🥰🥰

#that is IF we make it to the end of the sonic fantasy fic ahaha #strawb posts #heres to hoping! #meme #sonic: fantasy

[ao3feed-larry]

Gold Intentions

by Strawberries_And_Cigarettes28

The pressure is mounting. Harry and Louis make a choice.

Words: 2363, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drinking, Mentioned Simon Cowell, What-If, OT5, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/ZtVhp6w

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Gold Intentions #<p>by <a rel= href="/users/Strawb

[u3pxx]

After an accident at the crime scene of their newest case, Klavier and Apollo find themselves in a situation neither of them ever imagined they would go through. Between a murder at an antique store, reopened wounds of the heart, and two incredibly observant girls, Klavier and Apollo will have to navigate their new circumstances together. Along the way, affection that had been buried deep in their souls threatens to overtake both of them. The last thing Apollo needs now is a smack to the head with a low door.

finally posting the piece i drew up for @klapollo-minibang 2023 in collaboration with the wonderful artist @taxkha and our wonderful fic writer @strawberricakeandpie!! ♥️💜 READ THE FIC HERE!!

i hope you enjoy the fic strawb has concocted and written up bc i sure do!!!! (her original prompt has been described as "den-bait" WHEEZES) and!!! the awesome art katha will be sharing once the following chapters get posted! :^] (WHICH YOU ARE ALSO NOT READY FOR!!! THEY ARE VERY DELICIOUS.)

extra stuff under read more ;^P | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

can you believe i've joined the minibang for three years straight now?! and it's been such a dang joy every time! i just love when creatives get together and create something so filled with love for the media they both love, collaboration's fun, man!

also don't mind the fact that i haven't posted the drawings i did for the '21 and '22 minibangs here ok i just made a tumbly in november of last year ok ill get to it someday ASKSKSK

and also very delighted that i get to draw about one of my favorite silly tropes to happen ASKSK which, might not be obvious by the first chapter yet but oh, you'll see it. and maybe come yell at me about the trope after you leave a nice comment on strawb's fic, neow!!!!

if you managed to read this far and still have not read the fic, what're you doing man!!!

#ace attorney #apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo #klapollo minibang 2023 #klapollomb23 #klavier x apollo #apollo x klavier #kyodoroki #sunnysidedraws #described #id in alt text #sunnysideattorney

[strawbkoo]

i kinda prefer writing longer fics w more plot n dialogue,, but short pwps itch a spot in my brain 

plus the euphoria u feel once u finish a work is so hot

#rambles w strawb #maybe i'll write like a chaptered fic #that might be cool

[shitouttabuck]

tagged by @anakinfallen <3

last song: (one of those) crazy girls by paramore

last film: love again because im embarrassing about priyanka chopras biceps it was cheesy as hell BUT made for a delicious au concept that ryan let me talk nonsense about

currently reading: just started summer sons by lee mandelo

currently watching: also the percy jackson show, castle reruns lol, x files 5ever

currently consuming: strawb banana peanut butter smoothie its so hot here too

currently craving: orange ice lolly save me etc

three ships: buddie / scully and mulder / harrow and gideon

first ship: probably percabeth actually hahaha or. inuyasha and kagome..................

favourite colour: green

currently working on: coupla touch prompts, aforementioned loosely based love again au mayb, xmas fic, college app essays, job apps, graceland too scarf, augh,

tagging @satellitemp4 @eddiebabygirldiaz @chronicowboy @zahlibeth @housewifebuck @leothil @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove if you wanna <3

#tag game

[oohbuggypie]

BUGGYYY I WAS JUST LISTENING TO MUSIC AND I HEARD THESE LYRICS AND THEY FIT BULLDON (THE MONSTER AU ONE AUGHHH) SO WELL OMG OMG IM NEURODIVERGENT ABOUT THISSS SORRY IF IM BOTHERING U I HAVE BRAINROT ABT THEMMM

this is also related to gofer's writing abt them 👁️👁️

ok so uhh the "knowing better" could be for don feeling guilt about using bull to go to the party and how he knows its not a good idea

The "twisted pleasure" lyric could also fit the one i mentioned above 💔💔 sorry abt this i suck at explaining stuff but i still gotta release the beasts 💔💔‼️

The "got me feeling breathless" part could be bull being under his spell (why are these getting shorter 😔😔)

The "growing cold, will you let me go?" part fits the moment when bull breaks through it and gets mad at him

Sorry if this sucks balls i just need to scream about them. BUGGY YOU WILL PAY FOR GIVING ME BRAINROT ABOUT THEMMMM ‼️‼️‼️

AND SO WILL GOFER SINCE I KEEP VIOLENTLY SPINNING THAT FIC IN MY HEADDD 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

STRAWBS OMG NO THIS HAS FILLED MY HEART SEEING ... BREAKING DOWN LYRICS AND CONNECTING THEM TO THE THING UR IRREGULAR ABT U GET ITTT 🩷

eating this tf up omg. the "knowing better" portion makes my heart hurt because it's true, Don uses people with such little consideration ..; but this time its so different bcuz he feels that unusual sense of guilt both as he begins manipulating Bull, and by the end where Bull wakss up and starts strangling him .. he knows better deep down that what he does is wrong yet he continues that behavior

the "twisted pleasure" reminds me of how Don does seem to still get a small kick from how easily malleable everybody becomes beneath his manipulation, but also i think it could apply to Bull (and other victims) feeling that odd sensation of warmth and safety when they begin falling under the manipulation ...

"feeling breathless" omg .. okay i like this both ways . Don feeling breathless from being choked and his breathing becoming shallow is the more literal sense that this can be taken in, but also i like the idea of Bull "feeling breathless" when he's under this spell of sorts. maybe it's a personal thing but when i get overstimulated or im in a tight situation i feel unable to breathe as well; in the state of the maze, Bull is described to cover his ears and hear Don's voice as an overbearing kind of noise. i think that state of panic and overstimulation could leave him with a lack of breath, from both too much going on and the anticipation of escaping that state so he could re-enter the real world

and finally, the "growing cold, will you let me go?" ;; again, i think it can be taken very literally with Don pleading for Bull to understand that he didn't mean what he did, and how he begins to almost lose his grip on consciousness as the strangulation lasts longer .. but also i think it can be taken in the context of their feelings. any remaining warmth or forgiveness Bull could have held for Don has now faded into nothing, warmth going cold. and the "will you let me go?" in a questioning tone could be from Don's perspective, questioning two things; will Bull not turn back and save him from his vulnerable state ? and will Bull ever find it in himself to forgive Don for his actions, therefore "letting go" of the hate he has for him?

STRAWBS I LOVE UUU THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK OML. I LOVE THESE LYRICS I LOVE THESE CONNECTIONS I LOVE UR BRAINN AND @goferwashere UR PROPAGANDA IS WORKINGGG 🩷 srry this took so long btw omg im not at home rn 🤕🤕

#punch out!! wii #punch out wii #punch out #punch out monster hunter au #bald bull #don flamenco #bulldon #ask answered #UAGHHHH I LOVE BULLDON SPREADING GUYSS THEYRE SO WORTH THE THOUGHTBI PROMISE

[strawberriemarswrites]

A Barto one-shot AND a new chapter of IFDYOKAAT?!?!!!? They were both AMAZING, thank you for blessing us 💚😘

Literally had me foaming at the mouth ugh you killed it Strawbs🥵🍓

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH THANK YOU ;u; Seriously I've been losing my mind at how well it's all been doing you have no idea.

Everyone go thank skelly here for encouraging me to post the fic to tumblr. Do eeeeeet.

#askbox #lil-skelly-bones

[strawberryxfieldz]

Garden of Eden (Wally x Reader)

a fluffy Wally/Reader one-shot I posted on my AO3 and figured I’d post on Tumblr!

since my main Wally/Reader fic has a darker plot, I really wanted to write some fluff for the puppet man. no experiencing the dreadful horrors here! Just pure fluff and stuff. short and sweet! Enjoy! @:)

CW for eye contact (yknow how it is)

Welcome Home Masterlist

When you wake up in the morning, you always have the assurance of Wally’s presence beside you. He had a sleep mask on and pajamas but you knew he wasn’t really asleep. Wally didn’t really understand the concept of sleep and took to repeating “I’m sleeping” over and over again in a hushed whisper that lulled you to sleep at night. Right now, though, he was simply smiling, hands folded on his chest.

You leaned over to pull his sleep mask off his face and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Oh!” His face lit up with delight. “You’re awake!”

You cuddled into his side, resting your head in the space between his neck and shoulder. He smiled and put an arm around you, hugging you closer.

“Yeah…” you replied with a tired groan. “Five more minutes before we get out of bed, though. I’m still sleepy.”

“Take your time, my love.” Wally kissed your head as you lay there, peaceful and happy in his arms.

You weren’t sure what you did to deserve this life with Wally but you certainly knew you loved it. You loved that you realized your feelings for each other, that you moved into Home with him, and that you were able to start off every morning like this.

Soon, you’d be out of bed and in the kitchen, helping each other make pancakes. Perhaps some would burn—Wally wasn’t the greatest cook—but you would laugh it off. At some point, you’d push back Wally’s long blue hair that liked to cover half of his face when down. He didn’t enjoy having to go without his pompadour (he used to hate you seeing him like that especially) but he was used to it now. You’d told him enough about how pretty you found him without all his hair products until he believed it. When his whole face was revealed, you gave him a loving, sweet kiss that he'd lean into with a smile.

After, you’d find yourselves underneath the big apple tree in your yard, humming songs and telling stories. Wally’s hair was done by now, and he had a sketchbook in his lap as he doodled many things, including you. You, meanwhile, were doing your best to make a flower crown. Julie taught you how to the other day. Unfortunately, you didn’t seem to be a quick learner.

“It’s not coming out right,” you whined, disappointment high in your voice.

Wally glanced up from his drawing to look at you. “Here. Let me see.”

You handed him your sad attempt at a flower crown with a frown. Wally didn’t hesitate to put it on his head and he gave you a small smile.

“How do I look?” he asked.

You suppressed a laugh at seeing the ridiculous mess of already-unwinding flowers sat atop him.

“The most.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Just as always.”

Wally smiled warmly at you, a bit lovestruck, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again, this time on his mouth.

Being a puppet, Wally didn’t exactly have lips to kiss, just felt. It also meant he didn’t understand the concept of kissing. He knew it was a declaration of love and, by now, he knew it was one of your favorite ways of giving affection. Still, he didn’t actually kiss back so much as press his face against yours as best as possible and make a ‘mwah’ sound when you leaned away. You considered it kissing, though, even if he did it wrong. He was just too adorable.

“You’re the one who's the most, darling,” he cooed.

You felt something ignite in your chest when he called you that. ‘Darling’ being his surname made it all the more flustering.

“But you’re so beautiful,” you insisted. You moved to cradle his face with your hands and he instantly stilled. “Here…” You kissed his forehead. “…here…” You kissed the space between his eyes where a nose would be. “…and here…!” You quickly pressed another kiss to his mouth.

“Mwah!” Wally said enthusiastically when you pulled back.

You giggled and scooted closer beside him. He rested against your side, leaning his head against your arm.

"What're you drawing there?" you hummed after another minute or two.

Wally held up his sketchpad proudly. He was only working with a few crayons and there was nothing but scribbles on the page, yet you were able to recognize your likeness pretty well between the lines. 

"You!" he replied with a sappy smile. "It's my favorite thing to draw, after all!"

You immediately threw him into a hug. Wally was much more accustomed to hugs thanks to his fellow neighbors but still went limp in them. It was like embracing a warm ragdoll, and you'd think Wally didn't like it from his lack of reciprocation if it weren't for the happy hum he made when his face was pressed against your shoulder. 

"Wally, you're so talented," you told him as you leaned away. "I'm so lucky."

Wally beamed back at you before continuing to color, content. You let him draw, relaxing in the relative silence between you, mind still whirring. As peaceful as the moment was, you couldn't help feeling dismayed. 

Wally did too much for you. He was always making art for you, his greatest muse, and he learned your ways of physical affection for you, even if he still didn't understand it all too well. There had to be something you could do for him in return before you felt like a totally inadequate partner to him. You racked your brain as you sat there, quiet, listening only to the sound of Wally's crayons moving against paper. That gave you an idea and you bit back a cheery smile as you made sure to store it away in your thoughts for later.

A few days later, you found yourself in the living room of Home, putting the finishing touches on your masterpiece. Well, okay, 'masterpiece' was a bit of an overstatement. In front of you, sitting atop a pile of old newspapers was a lump of clay very generously deemed a ceramic sculpture of an apple. There were too many bumps in the wrong places and the stem was leaning too far in one direction, making it askew, but it was still an apple!

At least, this is what you told yourself as you leaned back to examine your work. You put a finger to your mouth thoughtfully.

"I don't know..." you talked out loud to yourself. Then, remembering who you were with, asked, "What do you think, Home?"

Home made a sound that sounded like a door squeaking. You were pretty sure that was a good thing.

But, before you could mull over it any longer, you heard the front door open. You shot up from your spot on the couch, taking the ceramic in your hands and hiding it behind your back. A moment later, Wally walked in, a slight smile on his face that grew bigger upon seeing you.

"Hi, love!" you greeted, trying to seem as not suspicious as possible. "How was hanging out with Julie and Frank?"

"Fun." Wally nodded. "We chased a lot of butterflies. Frank got mad when I asked if I could keep them."

"Aw, I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Wally shrugged. "Friends shouldn't be caged in anyway. They should be flying free."

You smiled at the sentiment and leaned in to kiss his cheek, only to stop when he spoke again.

"What do you have behind you?" he asked, genuinely curious. 

You leaned back suddenly with a nervous smile. "Huh? Oh, nothing!"

"Can I see it?"

You rolled the ceramic in your hand, feeling every lump and crevice with a frown. Yet, you looked into Wally's big, black eyes, soft and caring as they stared back at you intently, and couldn't help but give in.

"Okay. Fine..." you sighed as you pulled the apple out from behind you. "It's, um, a thing I made for you."

You held it out to him so he could see it, bracing yourself for his reaction. 

Wally's eyes widened and his mouth parted with a small gasp. "An apple?"

"Yeah! It's made out of clay," you explained. You watched as he studied it before carefully taking it into his own hands. "You know, I figured since you like staring at your apples but they eventually all go bad... I'd make you one that never goes bad!"

Wally was quiet for a moment and his whole face brightened. "It's perfect!"

He walked over to the mantel and placed the ceramic there gently as you continued.

"Really?" Your smile twitched. "I know art is kind of your thing, I'm not as good at it but I just thought I'd do something for you since you do so much for me and-"

Wally smiled before pressing his mouth against the side of your face, effectively cutting off your rambling. You relaxed when he made a 'mwah!' sound as he leaned away. 

"I love it," he reassured you, voice soft. 

"Oh." You let out a sigh of relief. "Good."

"But why would you think you have to make something for me, silly?" Wally tilted his head. 

You looked down, suddenly feeling sheepish. Wally gingerly took one of your hands with his, giving you an encouraging nod. In return, you gave him a warm smile.

"I don't want you to think I'm inadequate," you replied with a shrug. "Because you're so talented and nice to me and all these other things and you deserve the best!"

Wally chuckled. You couldn't help but smile more at the sound of it, slow and monotone. You loved his laugh.

"You are the best," he told you, rubbing your hand with his thumb. "You're the most, darling. Your love is more than enough."

You felt a bundle of emotions begin to take over you, all so overwhelmingly happy you could hardly even fathom it. Gratitude, comfort, and pure love rushed through you as you continued to stare adoringly into those beautiful eyes. You wanted to jump for joy, hold Wally close to you and never, ever let go, and see to it that you made every day of the rest of his life perfect and full of love. Maybe then he would be able to feel a fraction of the amount of adoration you had for him and understand just how much he meant to you. 

Instead, you frowned playfully. "See what I mean?! You're too kind! It's not fair!"

Wally just laughed again. 

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home fanfiction #strawbs fics #mine #...and nothing bad happened to them ever and they lived happily ever after the end. *bats my eyelashes quirkily*

[phanficlovep5]

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Jyn: Fun Fact: I think inciting violence as figurative speech as a joke is fun

Rhyme: Fun Fact: I like silly pickup lines

Sirin: Fun Fact: my favorite flower is nemophila

Birdie: ao3 is pollywogs; Fun Fact: I'm obsessed with togepi

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#mod talk #persona 5 fanfic #persona 5 fic

[strwbi-laces]

Excerpt from my WIP:

“So is it true?”

Lily Evans, in all her fiery glory, stood in the doorway. James, from his position on the floor, stared up and met her sharp gaze. She was lovely. Her hair looked like a halo around her, and though the bathroom made for a poor heaven, she was still an angel. Her eyes held no sympathy, no love. Only a distant pain. He could tell it wasn’t for him though. Maybe that was why even now, when he couldn’t bear to see anyone, she was lovely. “Do we really have to do this right now Evans?” said James through gritted teeth. He honestly didn’t think he could stop himself from saying the wrong thing at the moment.

Naturally, she couldn’t give a shit. “Not once have you left me alone when I asked. We’re doing this.” She flung herself down on the grey tile and cocked her head expectantly. “Is it true?”

“Maybe,” mumbled James.

#james potter #strawbs writes stuff #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #jily #lily evans #ao3 #fic excerpt #marauders angst #dead gay wizards #sirius black #marauders microfic #james potter angst #marauders headcanon #james potter hc #fic: i have no mouth but i must scream

[strawberrycircuits]

Strawb I know that it's been several months but occasionally I reread those two sksw fics (you know which) and reading the comments you left still makes me smile so. I don't know, thanks?

ashdkjssdf. im sososo glad man tht makes me so happy . :) ! 3billion smiles upon you forever

#sorry midnight im sick and the medicine i am on makes me think slower. point is good im happy for u #i gotta read more of yr stuff ive just Completely Fallen Off The Wagon when it comes to fic readin. one of these days i will comment on mor #of yr stuff bc you deserve it. Everyone read midnights stuff rn their ao3 is midnightbunnyy and you will not regret it

[u3pxx]

if you're still answering ask game questions...7 (for Klavier), 9, and 17 (for any of your Gavinners OCs)?

7. is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

OOHH fashion-related klavier question i'm being treated LOL i think the one piece of clothing klavier is most fond of is any of his black collared shirts that he never buttons bc he likes pairing it with whatever

while i draw klavier in licherally every outfit under the sun, i just realized that i actually really like drawing klavier in like, big poofy jackets

(and of course, anything that's gavinners-branded too LOL i've also been wanting to draw klavier in like the purple version of nymphia wind's girl group outfit but i haven't found the time orz)

9. write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

ooh it's been a while since i've read some fics, let's see... i'll plug in my good friend strawb's klapollo bodyswap fic bc of course <3 anddddd this one which i just remembered as i was showering bc ohhh i remember how much fun i had reading this and how many times i had to put my phone down bc i got second-hand embarrassment DFGHD

oh oh and this one too! bc im pretty sure its like one of the first-ever klapollo fics i've read and im feeling nostalgic lolll

17. what's a book, movie, or show you think [character] would like?

NOTORIOUS MEDIA NON-WATCHER LET'S GOOOOOOOO im so sorry i think my gavs and i have deeply unaligned tastes when it comes to media that don't converge in any way so i cant think of any specific DFGDHJD orz

#sunnysideanswers #experimentaldragonfire #ach i forgot to publish this one its been in my drafts for a while

[babygirlmickey]

I’m catching up on some tag games so I’m gonna put them all under the cut hehe

Tagged by @ardent-fox @mishervellous @deedala and @auds-and-evens !!

three ships: gallavich obviously:/, Ian x his watch, and my og spirk…I’ll be down bad for them forever

last song: figure it out - RYLY

last movie: ummm I think it was when I forced bestie to watch Star Trek into darkness:-)

currently reading: still working thru my emt course book ! Also started reading heartstopper vol2

currently watching: I was watching the recruit on Netflix but I got bored of it LMAO

currently consuming: a bagel w strawb cream cheese from dunkies

currently craving: the worlds longest nap 🥲

Tagged by @creepkinginc @tanktopgallavich @metalheadmickey @stocious @heymrspatel and @vintagelacerosette

name: camryn

age: 21

where in the world are you?: new yawk

the meaning behind your URL: self explanatory. Mickey = Babygirl

your second favorite color: oooh um maybe green or blue or brown

any pets?: mmm 20-odd cats (I take a lot of "unadoptables" and hospice cases)

favorite season: autumn!

last thing you read: last thing I finished (other than some fics) was the first heartstopper book which I was forced to read at gunpoint

last song you listened to: since I’m listening to music as I write these now it’s disco nights - wiley beckett

what are you wearing right now? Gray sweats and an orange crop top

a hobby of yours: photography!

your comfort show or movie: parks and rec and psych!

and finally, what are you up to today?: Ran some work errands including transporting supplies to my friend who just took in a litter of kittens and doing intake exams on them for her:) here’s a pic of one

tagged by @creepkinginc (deleting some of the questions on this one bc they're the same as above)

your favorite color: yellow!

a song that always puts you in a good mood: I'd rather go blind - Etta James

your favorite flower: I don't think I have one! I pretty much like all flowers except lilies

it’s a beautiful sunny day and you’re going on a picnic with friends. what snack are you bringing to share? triscuits and cream cheese. ultimate delicacy

bumblebees or butterflies? butterflies!

describe your ideal weather: hmm either 50-60 degrees, cool and sunny OR 60-70 degrees with a downpour thunderstorm B)

museum date or nature walk? nature walk if it's cold out, museum date if it's warm

it’s movie night in the park and your turn to choose, what are we watching? no one in their right mind would ever let me pick the movie

and finally, share some sunny words for your friends & followers: ily guys you're all so talented and friendly and amazing and I love my little community on here!!!

If any of my beloved mutuals wanna do these let's just say I tagged u :-)

#tag games #personal