#sefs fic

[fastcardotmp3]

no one else will do

“I mean,” a twist of a smile and a thump of his heart, “you could be that person for me. If you want.”  “You’re…” Eddie’s eyebrows lift impossibly high, but he meets Steve gaze-for-gaze, lips parting just enough for Steve to get a peek of pink tongue.  “Asking to suck your cock,” Steve confirms bluntly. 

OR: wishing "someone else's favorite song" a happy one year anniversary with the 11k FWB origin story nobody asked for 🌻

read on ao3 | SEFS playlist | excerpt below the cut

“I’ve never been bad at sex before,” Steve says, leaning back against the brick and tipping his head back to frown at the night sky, stars not quite visible spare a few particularly bright shiners. 

He feels sincere about it, he is sincere about it, which means he’s thrown straight off his balance when Eddie snorts out a laugh like he just couldn’t contain it from beside him. 

“Hey!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie cackles unapologetically, all but doubling over with the force of his apparent delight at Steve’s misery. 

“I’m being serious! I’m a fuckin’ great lay!” Steve shoves at his shoulder, tries to make it sound like a reprimand when all it really does is make Eddie laugh harder, when all Eddie’s laughter does in turn is make something infectious bloom in Steve’s gut until he’s biting back a smile of his own. 

“No, no, I’m sure you are, buddy,” Eddie says, wiping at his face like he’d laughed hard enough to cry. At Steve’s fucking crisis of confidence. Bastard. His cheeks are such a rosy shade of pink. “It’s just— fuck— holy shit.”

The lingering laughter in his voice just means Steve can’t draw his gaze away, leaning his shoulder against the wall so he’s facing Eddie fully now. 

“I’m good with my mouth, man, I dunno what’s so funny,” he says, but Eddie’s reaction is sort of an unreadable thing what with the way he immediately covers his face with both palms and groans into a chuckle. 

“I mean,” he throws his hands up in something almost like exasperation and lets them fall without much to-do about it, “the first time you— ate pussy— did she come?”

Steve’s face scrunches up, without much input from the rest of him. 

“What?”

“Did you make her come the first time you—”

“Yeah, I heard you, but—” he cuts himself off, watches the half-amused, half-skeptical lift of Eddie’s brows up under his bangs. “I mean she, like…”

“The certainty here is palpable,” Eddie smirks. “The confidence—”

“She said she did!” Steve shoves at Eddie’s shoulder again, and that? The reaching of a hand out? That happens without much input from the rest of him too, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, just lets it sway him as he takes another drag from his cigarette. 

“Because no woman has ever lied about an orgasm before,” he says around an exhale of smoke. 

#dot fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #sefs fic #wrote that blurb for microfic had a breakdown bon appetite

[teecupangel]

Do we have a Phonenix yet in the menagire? We need one.

Phoenix!Desmond, probably looking like a normal bird for the most part, and stays with Sef when they go after the mongols (Altair probably thinks he's getting too old he looked a bit ratty lately) and takes the hit when Swami tries to kill him.

Idk whether to have this crack or angest with them thinking Desmond died, had a chick, and was apparently a female bird the entire time.

Okay, so I was checking the Phoenix wiki page for any information if it would be possible that Altaïr would know what a phoenix is and there’s this part written by Herodotus (yes, Kassandra’s Herodotos)

[The Egyptians] have also another sacred bird called the phoenix which I myself have never seen, except in pictures. Indeed it is a great rarity, even in Egypt, only coming there (according to the accounts of the people of Heliopolis) once in five hundred years, when the old phoenix dies. Its size and appearance, if it is like the pictures, are as follow: The plumage is partly red, partly golden, while the general make and size are almost exactly that of the eagle. They tell a story of what this bird does, which does not seem to me to be credible: that he comes all the way from Arabia, and brings the parent bird, all plastered over with myrrh, to the temple of the Sun, and there buries the body.

… which may be a reference to Bennu, the Egyptian deity connected to the sun, creation, and rebirth.

So Altaïr would meet him during his travels with Maria and he just stays. They assume he’s an exotic bird (or eagle), maybe a native to one of the places Altaïr and Maria visited.

Altaïr never told them that the bird flew into his room one night and began to chirp at him as if trying to tell him something. He also tried to tap the Apple but all it did was glow a bit.

The bird had been quite annoyed by it and began to hit it with his talons so quickly the Apple had a taptaptaptaptap sound rapidly before Altaïr could take the Apple.

After that, the bird just decided to sit on Altaïr’s shoulder when he left his room the following morning and Maria assumed he had bought the bird yesterday when they went their separate ways.

Her guess sounded so much better than the truth which was Altaïr spent the entire day yesterday holed up in his room, writing letters to be sent back to Masyaf as part of his deal with Malik in exchange for letting him go on this trip (which was to send letters detailing the geopolitical situations of the places he travels to with suggestion on what the Brotherhood should do in those parts… if they could do anything).

So nobody ever questioned the mentor’s newly acquired bird (except Malik but Malik had been more focused on the ex-Templar that Altaïr brought to Masyaf and married).

Then Darim and Sef were born and the bird (named Desmond because Altaïr thought of the name first when Maria asked what the bird’s name was) usually stayed with the children, letting out loud screeching cries whenever one of the two children were doing something they shouldn’t do.

When they got older, Darim and Sef learned the word ‘bribe’ and how Desmond can be easily bribed to look the other way in favor of delicious food.

Desmond stayed in Masyaf though, regardless if Altaïr or any of his sons left for a mission or to travel to a bureau. At some point, the bird had become a symbol of Brotherhood with its gold and red plumage.

So when Altaïr left with Maria and Darim to take down Genghis Khan, it was only natural for Desmond to stay with Sef in Masyaf.

Altaïr had been a bit conflicted though as Desmond’s feathers had grown quite… dull and he was moving slower than usual.

Maria and Malik both told them that Desmond was growing old and maybe it was time but the Ibn-La'Ahad boys refused to believe that.

Darim also believed that they might find medicine in one of the camps of the Mongols as they have been to many lands.

So when Desmond flew to protect Sef and got stabbed on the chest by Swami, Swami screamed as Desmond became shrouded in flames.

Swami burned as well and Sef could only watch in horror as white hot flames consumed the both of them.

Swami was left as a corpse charred beyond recognition.

While Desmond…

Only ashes remained…

And from those ashes…

Sef heard a small chirp.

As a little chick with red and gold plumage poked his head out of the ashes, shaking the ash from his small body.

Sef could only stare as he asked, “Desmond?”

And the bird gave him an enthusiastic chirp while jumping.

#ngl #super tempted to make desmond a female bird and have him freak out when he suddenly plopped an egg #we can go for the ‘his ancestors get reborn too as his children’ route #and the eggs stay dormant #until the death of his ancestors #so desmond’s gonna be the mother of a flock of phoenix(es) #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #sef ibn la'ahad

[shmothman]

Alloy

Al•loy (noun): a mixture between two or more metallic elements, especially to give greater strength or resistance to corrosion.  (Just like titanium, two people can be stronger together, too.)

Vash the Stampede x Reader 829 words Rated G Tags: pre-relationship, mutual pining, fluff, pride and prejudice hand flex

“Vash,” you say, chewing on your lip; you’re not sure if you should even ask this, but your curiosity’s just too great.

He looks up at you, seated beside you before the fire. “Hm?”

“Your arm,” you say. “It’s lost tech, isn’t it?” That much is obvious, but it’s a necessary first question; a prelude to what you really want to ask.

He looks down at his left arm, flexes his hand. His voice is soft when he says, “yes.”

“Could I… look at it?” you ask, and then quickly append: “it’s okay if you don’t want me to!”

It’s long past sunsdown now, and your sleeping bag is wrapped around your shoulders as the fire you had built earlier finally dies down. Most of your companions are already tucked in their own sleeping bags by now, and there’s no one to overhear your quiet conversation, the soft intimacy of Vash sitting so near you, his thigh almost touching yours.

“Oh,” he says, sounding somewhat bashful. “Um, if you wanna?” He holds out his hand to you, his face lit in the soft orange glow of the fire, his bright blue eyes not meeting yours.

You wish your heart wasn’t hammering quite so hard. “You sure?”

He nods, gives a small hum of affirmation, and gingerly, you take his hand in your own. 

With his gloves and coat, sometimes you forget that his arm is prosthetic; he moves it so naturally, so carefully, that you didn’t even know until you were close to him. You know that it’s been a part of him for a long time now, though you’ve never asked the specifics, and he’s never offered. But now, he’s allowing you a closer look, and as you run your fingertips over the joints of it, you hear him draw in a breath.

You’re too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “It’s incredible,” you say. Machinery fine enough for the motor control he has is a feat of engineering that you doubt anyone alive today could replicate; the way it actually connects to his nerves by way of the port in his upper arm.

He only gives a nervous laugh. 

“Do you… feel it? Or can you just move it?”

“A little bit,” he says softly, his voice very gentle. You risk a look at his face, and his gaze is steadily locked on the way you trace his fingers with your own, run your thumb over the joint where the palm of it connects with the wrist. “Not pain, though. I can feel pressure; enough to move it and hold things, but not much more.”

You ignore the shiver that works its way up your spine at the way his voice sounds, at the way the metal—that strange, lost alloy—feels so cool in your hand. “Can you feel this?”

He nods. “Only a little. Like a really soft touch.”

You wonder if he would be able to feel it if you brushed your lips across his knuckles, or pressed them to the tips of his fingers. 

You’re not brave enough to try.

The fire’s burning down to embers now, and it’s getting colder; the metal of his hand growing cold, too. When you shiver and draw your sleeping bag tighter around your shoulders, Vash smiles gently. “You should get some sleep,” he says. 

He’s right, it’s late—but you’d give anything to stay by the fire with him, to keep up this excuse to touch him in any small way. But the desert night is cold, and you can’t ask him to keep you warm, no matter how much you wish you could, so you only smile softly and nod.

“You too,” you say, though you know he always stays up later than you—you’ve seen him disappear, night after night, and sometimes you catch him watching the stars.

You wonder what he thinks about, those long nights.

You wonder if you’ll ever be able to know.

Letting go of his hand, you stand. “Goodnight, Vash,” you say, and you hope that he can hear what’s in your voice—the love there, the care, the adoration. One more smile thrown his way, and then you’re heading off to lay your sleeping bag down, to slip inside and curl up and try not to think too hard about his hand in your own.

---

As he watches you join your companions in sleep, Vash lets out a soft sigh and flexes his hand. What he wouldn’t give to be able to touch you like that all the time, to take your hand in his right, to actually feel your warmth. Even with his prosthetic, your gentle tracing of his fingers sent shivers up his spine; he can only imagine what it would be like with the other. And imagine he does, as he watches the embers die down, only the coals glowing a soft red, now. 

But you deserve more than the danger that follows him… if only he could gather the courage to leave.

#pride and prejudice hand flex dot fic #clearly feeling soft today. i want to hold his hand #sef drabbles #sef writes #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #x reader #trigun #tristamp #fics

[n0connections]

[Podfic] someone else's favorite song

Chapter 16 😭😍😭😍😭😍😭 And just like that we're done. Listen to the last chapter, or the full pod now! This story has become such an important part of my life. Thank you dot for sharing your words with us and the world. Thank you mymariahcarey and amanita for bringing these words to life with your perfect readings.

Written by: @fastcardotmp3

Steve's POV read by: @mymariahcarey

Eddie's POV read by: @amanita-fierce

Art by me

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie podfic #steddie #SEFS #dot fic #NCArt #i'm not crying you're crying

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

SOo.. how's the Tom Hiddleston fic going? Just curious as you haven't said anything lately. Can we get an excert?

Lol, it's going! We're up to ten chapters, and I like it so far. You want a little excert? I can do that.😈

****

She glanced down to try and find the right button again, glanced up to make sure she wasn’t going to drive off the road, and stomped both feet on the brake, causing the truck to skid to a stop, sputter, and die.

There was a man heaving for breath, bare inches from becoming a hood ornament.

Mia shoved open the door, leaned into the downpour, and screamed, “Are you out of your corn fed mind!”

Tom rounded the side of the vehicle and stood in the open doorway. “You’re the one who nearly hit me.”

“You ran out in front of my vehicle in the pouring rain! Gods, do you have a death wish on top of being an asshole?” she shrieked, now mad and wet.

He squinted, hair dripping, nose dripping.

Why was he still so pretty?

“I thought Kip said you were Canadian. Aren’t Canadians supposed to be ridiculously nice?”

She glared and snapped, “We’re perfectly lovely until you piss in our timbits!”

He arched a brow. “That was decidedly rude. How very unCanadian of you.”

Incised, Mia leaned out the door, subjecting herself to the rain to get almost nose to nose with him. “Don't you know the Geneva Convention was created because Canadians decided rules of engagement were more like suggestions? So test me, Hiddleston. See what happens.”

***

Hope that wets your appetite!🥰

T~

#t talks #asks answered #sef indulgent fic #canadian fic #alternate reality tom fic

[sefarlen]

I drew this comic from fic Almost Perfect from the writer : JustAnAwkwardAro

This is one of my favorite fictions. I started drawing it a long time ago and I reread this fic the other day. I love it so much that I had to redraw it. I love his/her writing so much.

I felt Bal and Amb's affection as well as their strain. (In Chapter 4, I almost cried for Ambrosius. 😭)

I don't know how to contact them.I drew it without asking permission. If he/her have a Tumblr account please tell me. I would like to say that I really love your work.

💓💓

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#ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister

[mrs-barnes-library]

My Favorite Naruto Uzumaki Fanfictions 🍥🍜

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲 Incorrect Quotes : 💫 My Work : ✨💚

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Naruto Uzumaki 🍥🍜 :

Cuddling With Him 🌺

How He Would Kiss You 🌺

Pocky Game 🌺

Suddenly Telling Him You're In The Mood 🌺🔥

How He Reacts To You Flirting With Him 🌺

When He Wakes Up And Sees Your Shirt Had Ridden Up Exposing Your Chest 🌺

He Walks On You Changing 🌺

His Reaction For You Calling Him By His Full Name 🌺

I Really Want To Kiss You Right Now 🌺🔥

When He Is The Little Spoon 🌺

Hands On Mine 🌺

Cuddles 🌺

Cuddle Bug 🌺🔥

Finding Your Sef Harm Scars 🌺

When You're On Your Period 🌺

Reacting To Yo Wanting To Shave His Legs 🌺

Reacting To You Wearing A White Shirt Top But It Rained And It's Transy Now 🌺🔥

His Love Language 🌺

He Learns You're An Anbu 🌺

Jealous 🌺

She 🌺

Steeling A Kiss From You 🌺

When You Think To Much 🌺

When You're Mentally Exhausted 🌺

Cuddling 🌺

Flower Prank 🌺

How They 'd Fuck You After A Long Absence 🔥

69 🔥

Squirting 🔥

Blowjob 🔥

Thigh Riding 🔥

Him Getting A Head For The First Time 🔥

Quirks When Making Love 🔥

Showering For The First Time 🔥

Virginity Loss 🔥

Uh ! All Night 🔥

Sticky Situation 🔥

Seeing You Topless For The First Time 🔥

Marking 🔥

Reacting To You Using The Safe Word 🔥

An Intrusive Thought Of Mine 🔥

Can He Find Your Clit ? 🔥

Nice And Snug 🔥

Aftercare 🔥

How He Reacts To You Starting To Rock Your His Against His 🔥💚✨

Sleeping On Top Of The Covers Completely Naked 🔥

Hand Job 🔥

Praise Kink 🔥

Sleepy Sex 🔥

My Hero 🔥

That Moment You Tried To Top Him 🔥💚✨

Chat fics :

I Want U 🌺

Incorrect Quotes 💫 :

You Guys Kiss ? 💫😂💚✨

When You Bend Over To Pick Something 💫😂

#naruto #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki x reader #fluff #smut #naruto fluff #naruto uzumaki fluff #naruto smut #naruto uzumaki smut #naruto x reader smut #naruto x reader fluff #miri-writes #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden smut

[fanonical]

Please tell me about your girlfriend’s supernatural fanfiction

Hi! I'm girlfriend (tho most people call me Sef :P), and i live on this blog sometimes too! I started writing a fanfic back at the height of the Spanish Dub Madness, when I basically decided that I wanted to burn this bitch down and rebuild her from the ground up. Supernatural has some very good bones with some incredibly interesting themes and characters that are severely underutilized, and I wanted to dedicate this fic project to exploring those, while reworking some of the Not Great Things in the text. Ultimately, the idea is to explore what Supernatural perhaps could have been, while coming to terms with what it is and can provide as a piece of media.

A lot of work has gone into this project! I run a server where I bounce ideas off a small community for the rewrite, which introduces several new characters to the narrative of Supernatural to make the world feel richer. This is including a new Winchester character, Lorelai, a new transfeminine protagonist I've tossed into the mix (and whom our community loves to one million thousand pieces lol), as wellas a few new characters and relationship dynamics to boot!! I have a draft of the pilot floating around on ao3 as we speak (which i could be tempted to link if anyones interested), but I am currently revising it into a new fic to update the project with a better writing style and a more solid narrative. The fic is meant to be a novelization of the series, so while I may not hit every single episode, I plan on doing the ones I think would be the most fun to put on paper, or the ones that would be the most fun to rework. I'm willing to answer specific questions about this fic if anyone has any in particular! :) Im willing to talk characters (new & old), plot changes, etc!

#Supernatural

[attackfish]

So I don't know how to say this, but I regularly come to find myself with followers, even followers who give me prompts, who interact with me a lot, who I then come to find out are fandom "antis", aka pro-censorship reactionary participants in a moral panic. And I find myself wondering how many of them are actually unaware of the fact that I am exactly the kind of bad dirty awful fan creator they're so vocally against, the kind who once wrote a fic in a children's show fandom in which occurs the explicit rape of a fifteen year old girl by a grown man. Because I did that.

And according to the claims of these same antis who I sometimes find following me, that means that I am on the side of the pedophiles, or secretly a pedophile myself. Leaving aside how revolting that claim is, I have to wonder how many of these people who follow me actually don't realize I write this kind of stuff, and how many have read my bad dirty wrong fic, and maybe even enjoyed it, and decided that because they found value in it, it's not really the same thing as that other dirty bad wrong fic, and surely when we've gotten rid of all of the terrible disgusting fic, this fic, which fits all the criteria to be dirty bad wrong, will be an exception.

It isn't an exception. And if you think that way, you have only your own hypocrisy and sef-deception to blame.

#posts i created #always reblog fannish history #fandom police #fandom purity culture

[fastcardotmp3]

the thing with feathers (series)

Steve Harrington changes after the death of his mother. So too do the benefits of his relationship with Eddie.

i. someone else's favorite song (120k, E) [cover art] [playlist]

[+ podfic by @amanita-fierce @mymariahcarey @n0connections]

“Not sick, not sick,” he slurs, and Eddie wants to see his face, wants to hold it in his hands, wants to look him in the eye when he says, “just sad. Sad. Fuck… fuck, sad.” “Why are you sad, big guy?” Eddie asks. Steve laughs again, but it’s sharper this time, it doesn’t last as long, because as soon as the words slip out of his mouth— “My mom’s dead—” —it walks that treacherous line between the two sounds and morphs straight to a broken sort of sobbing that reaches directly into Eddie’s chest and drags out his heart.

ii. no one else will do (11k, E, prequel) [cover art]

“I mean,” a twist of a smile and a thump of his heart, “you could be that person for me. If you want.” “You’re…” Eddie’s eyebrows lift impossibly high, but he meets Steve gaze-for-gaze, lips parting just enough for Steve to get a peek of pink tongue. “Asking to suck your cock,” Steve confirms bluntly.

#still in my organization era shhh #this one deserved it's own masterlist that's all!!! #dot masterlist #dot fic #sefs #steddie

[teecupangel]

Thinking about kitsune!Desmond post self-napping, like he's been around many babies and small children by this point but this is his first time being the sole caretaker for one. Just single dad Des with his son (whom I'm calling Jr. from now on) once Jr. starts gettingolder everyone tells him he looks just like his dad. Also maybe because of Des and Jr. being the same person some weird calculations thing means Jr. gets a kitsune form.

The Kitsune Desmond ask from before.

You know what would be funny, nonny?

If Desmond’s child just splits off from him… via his tail.

Desmond was just minding his business, brushing his 4 tails when…

Pop!

One of his tail just… pops off.

Of course, Desmond screams bloody murder because “what the fuck, what the fuck, what the actual fuck???”

When Edward gets there, sword and pistol at the ready because Desmond did just scream really loudly and panicky, he finds Desmond holding his detached tail with wide eyes.

They both stared at the tail and their confusion only grows when the tail burns the same color as Desmond’s foxfire.

Then poof!

The fire erupts into smoke.

And a baby with fluffy fox tail has replaced the tail in Desmond’s arms.

Desmond becomes a father unexpectedly.

Edward has no idea what is happening.

And the child?

The child grows like a normal human child.

But when he was one year old.

He starts transforming to a kitsune.

And during that time, Desmond’s missing tail also grows back. Desmond has no idea what was happening.

But this child seemed to be able to summon foxfire of his own.

His golden eyes and the fact that he is starting to look more and more like Desmond the older he gets…

Makes Desmond call him ‘Altaïr’.

The child is a bundle of smiles so Desmond is pretty sure the child isn’t a reincarnation of Altaïr although it is a strange coincidence that the child came from the tail that he had gotten after Altaïr’s death and he can only create foxfire, the same ability Desmond got after receiving his second tail.

…

Meh.

Who cares.

Desmond’s son was adorable and happy.

That was all that matters.

#desmond is courting fates with that last line #I made the child appear during desmond’s time with edward so #desmond would have had the experience of taking care of darim sef marcello and flavia #also this means haytham will have a kitsune childhood friend #is the child altaïr reborn? #or more on the case of ‘technically related to altaïr’? #idk #you decide XD #kitsune desmond #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[shmothman]

hands (put your empty hands in mine)

vash x reader drabble (rated g, 550 words)

Scarred from wrist to fingertip—just like the rest of him—Vash’s hands are never anything but gentle and careful when they wrap around yours. All of him is careful with you, often borderline treating you as if you’re fragile, but can you blame him when human life so often is? It’s only out of love for you; out of fear that you’ll be ripped away from him. Still, he can’t bear to hold on too tight. The guilt (of putting you in danger just by keeping you close) is something he’ll never fully be able to escape, but it’s something you can help lessen, with patience and love and the constant reminder that he is deserving.

At first, even just holding your hand is nearly enough to make him cry. He’s denied himself a great many things over the past hundred and thirty years—affection chief among them—and accepting it now is difficult, even when it’s something he wants more than anything else. Give him some time to get used to it; he’ll be seeking it out constantly before long. Your hand in his becomes an anchor, a comfort, a reminder that you’re here and you’re real and he isn’t alone anymore. You’re nothing short of a miracle, to him.

Though, of course, he gets nervous, especially in the beginning—his hand sweaty and trembling as he gives you a wobbly grin; he might even give you his prosthetic hand to hold (although any other time he favors the other) to keep you from seeing just how nervous he is. Not that you can’t tell. You know him too well for that. He’ll be even more awestruck when you take his right hand anyway, interlacing your fingers with his and giving him a squeeze of reassurance. You don’t mind if his palm is a little bit sweaty. Yours is too.

Not to say that you shy away from his left hand: though the metal gets far too hot to hold beneath the desert suns, it cools in the evening like everything else, and you can sit with him, tracing the nicks and scuffs of it. He doesn’t have much feeling in it, but watching you draw mindless patterns against it makes his heart sing. Still, the fact that it’s a weapon makes him hesitant to touch you with it; he wishes he could keep that part of himself away from you entirely. You coax him out of that melancholy every time, though—especially when you take it and press it to your cheek, swearing the coolness of it feels like heaven.

One surefire way to get him to melt is to brush your lips over his knuckles, or even better, press a kiss to his open palm when he goes to cup your cheek. He’s always red-faced around you, but when you give him such open adoration, your lips against the calluses he’s acquired in all his years as a gunslinger, he lights up like a roman candle, pink to the tips of his ears. (And if you compliment his hands? If you tell him how safe and loved they make you feel? How you love that he chooses to use them for good? For love and peace? Vash has long since decided that he’s yours forever, but this only cements that fact tenfold.)

#i just... wanted to write about his hands #consider this a tideover since this fic is taking so long #in my defense it's gonna be at LEAST 8k. and its a oneshot. #self indulgent on main #not that everything i write isn't self indulgent #i just love him so much. i want to give him all the love. #forgive me for rachel platten song lyric title in 2023 but it just fits him so well #thinking about just doing a drabble series based on the full lyrics tbh #sef writes #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun #tristamp #x reader #fanfic

[n0connections]

[Podfic] someone else's favorite song

Chapter Nine! 🥺🥺🥺 Written by: @fastcardotmp3 Steve's POV read by: @mymariahcarey Eddie's POV read by: @amanita-fierce

Art by me

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie podfic #steddie #SEFS #dot fic #NCArt #billie holiday

[foliejpg]

can u be fr ppl were laughing at her self insert fic bc it was literally based off of her actually being patricks pen pal for some time. pretending to know patrick (sef proclaimed just some guy) currently is creepy and deserves to be shamed actually!

unless you can give me something that aren't screenshots of dialogue on ao3 idk what to tell you it looks like a self insert i don't know who they are

#ask #anon

[kangaracha]

👀 👁️ 😐😀 and 💀 for sotl

sent march 24th, step back and gaze in awe at my ability to find the relevant ask list four months later

👀what’s a fic written by someone else that you REALLY wish you wrote yourself?

thank god i left this so long because now i have the perfect answer for this question.

the DLC fic. no cap, no thought, no further questions.

👁 have you ever accidentally foreshadowed something you fully didn’t intend to happen?

can't think of any specific examples rn but definitely yes. you point out random foreshadowing in guesses all the time, i'm pretty sure you did it to nevermore like the other day. it's pretty cool.

😐which of your fics did you think a lot of people would like but didn’t?

oh, so many. i got underground fics people aint even heard of.

the gone and the gathered, i think. maybe posted at the wrong time, maybe because the main character is a very minor character in the movies or because there's no romance, but...i thought a small fandom like zombies would like something unique like that. somethin fresh but still relevant to the source material. idk.

😀which of your fics did you not think a lot people would like but they did?

the fucking??? cardboard wyatt one????? i had to work so hard to justify making him Like That when i wrote it and i still wasn't ever happy with it like it was just. just something that happened. and yet people keep fuckin coming out of the woodwork saying they love it like ????? even today you said it was one of your favourites, i was shocked. flabbergasted, even. i simply don't understand you people for the love of god let me direct you to any other zombies fic i've written xD

💀if you had to write an alternate ending to [insert fic] how would you end it?

goddammit i was just talking about this in zom mom's ask. well, you know about that night i had a small crisis about the last two parts of tsotl. i went back and reread it and your comments and i was literally struck down by anguish.

i want to. i want to. i can live with sef dying still, i suppose, it hurts me deeply but i can do it. but i want to send marwa back to masyaf. i want it to be her that kills that fucking snake, but i know she's supposed to let it go and go to egypt. i don't know. honestly i think i'm going to give her the satisfaction of reclaiming masyaf, the challenge of making her convincingly give it up when all her life she's wanted to be nowhere else was. challenging but i don't think i can do it without giving her at least a little bit of retribution.

#okay i really have to go to bed now no denying it #zero words written #gonna go write half a sentence and fall asleep #also hey lets pretend this is your inbox since i'm here #this feral storm blew tf in after dark and #god i wish i could stay up and write the sound is great in this house #technically i could stay up but i'm so #i'm so so sleepy i am but a stone languishing on the river bed #Do Not Move Me #no that's off topic the point was #there are windchimes outside somewhere #the VIBES #are not. on point. but they are bizarre and interesting #miroh is getting windchimes now sorry everyone #nevermore lives what i live those are the rules #you get sunny days and happy laughs in whatever part i write in the summer #that's a joke no one freak out #i know what i'm doing i have both hands on the steering wheel

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My Favorite Shikamaru Nara Fanfictions ♟

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲 Incorrect Quotes : 💫 My Work : ✨💚

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Shikamaru Nara ♟ :

Cuddling With Him 🌺

How He Would Kiss You 🌺

Pocky Game 🌺

Suddenly Telling Him You're In The Mood 🌺🔥

How He Reacts To You Flirting With Him 🌺

His Reaction For You Calling Him By His Full Name 🌺

Hands On Mine 🌺

His Reaction To His S/o Offering Him Flowers 🌺

Learning His S/o Is A Witch 🌺

Finding Out His Girlfriend Is An Anbu 🌺

Having AS/o Who Comes From A Stronger Clan As His 🌺

Yours, Mine, Ours 🌺

Cuddle Bug 🌺🔥

Finding Your Sef Harm Scars 🌺

Steeling A Kiss From You 🌺

When You Think To Much 🌺

When You're Mentally Exhausted 🌺

Stealing His Clothes 🌺

Cuddling 🌺

Flower Prank 🌺

He Learns You're An Anbu 🌺

How He Reacts To You Using The Safe Word 🔥

Squirting 🔥

Didn't Know You Liked It Kinky 🔥

Quirks When Making Love 🔥

Showering For The First Time 🔥

You Belong To Me 🔥

Really Smart 🔥

Virginity Loss 🔥

Uh ! All Night 🔥

Stargazing Night 🔥

Missing 🔥

You Look Like You Were Jealous 🔥

You're In The Mood 🔥

Marking 🔥

Reacting To You Using The Safe Word 🔥

I'd Love To bend You Over That Table 🔥

Morning After 🔥

Can He Find Your Clit ? 🔥

Nice And Snug 🔥

How He Reacts To You Starting To Rock Your His Against His 🔥💚✨

Incorrect Quotes 💫 :

When You Bend Over To Pick Something 💫😂

Chat Fics :

Clingy Texts 😂

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