MikeRowave
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Nat turns to look at her again, face pinched in righteous anger. “If you didn’t want to be here, you didn't need to come, Lottie.”
Lottie runs a hand through her hair, fingers clenching at her roots. “You don’t fucking get it, do you? I want to help you, Nat.”
“You want to help me?” Something desperate, a moment of possession, flashes across Nat's face at Lottie’s words. “If you want to help me,” Nat growls, leaning in close enough to press against the bars, “then get me the hell out of Wiskayok.”'
or, the road-trip-ptsd-post-crash au.
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“Okay let's talk about the other lead— Shauna, uh…”
“Shauna Shipman.” Nat finishes for her, rolling her eyes. “Shauna Shipman is a walking PR nightmare. She's a method actress in a disastrous marriage to a failed comedian and, if I'm being entirely honest, a walking fucking closet case. But you didn't hear that from me.”
Jackie makes a lips-locked motion and tosses the key.
“She is also, to her credit, one of the best actresses of our generation. Lottie worked with her on No Time Left, said she was one of the best scene partners she's ever had. Also, um—” Nat chokes, stumbles, “a very good kisser.”
Jackie shuts off her curling iron, ruffling her hair outward, and winks at Nat through her phone camera. “She sounds exactly like my type."
“Jackie, no.”
or, the actors au <3
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your doorstep calls my name by MikeRowave
Fandoms: Hawkeye (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe
18 Nov 2025
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There, face down on her bed, wrapped in her dark purple comforter and drooling on her memory foam pillow, is a person— a blonde haired person, in smudged lipstick and what looks like a leather jacket, from the tip of the collar Kate sees peeking out from under her blanket.
So Kate does the logical thing. She has a black belt in five different martial arts. She’s a state champion fencer, and a world champion archer. She takes one look at the potentially dangerous home intruder sleeping in her bed, and she does what any smart person would do. Duh.
She whispers, “Oh, what the fuck,” turns around, promptly collapses on the couch in the living room, and falls asleep.
OR: Kate is a grad student at NYU. All it takes is a blonde with a habit of breaking and entering to change everything.
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Van takes the little piece of roll from Nat’s fingers and still manages to work one last drag from it, stubborn little fuck she is. She blows the smoke towards Tai, whose eyes flutter closed as she inhales. “Whaddya say, Nat? Wouldn’t you rather spend the summer by the beach with your two bestest friends instead of cooped up at home with your mom and her soaps and an empty fridge?”
“Don’t you start shit about my fridge, Palmer.”
“Let me sell it to you, Nat.” Van leans back down into the grass, her hands raised up to the sky in a frame. “I can picture it now. We’re such good roomies we don’t need a chore chart or anything. I’m gonna learn to surf. Tai’ll bring home the bacon at her big city bureaucrat job. We can all walk down to the beach every night to drink beers and watch the sunset.”
(or, nat and van and tai pack up and move from wiskayok to ocean city, new jersey. and nat cant stop running into lottie matthews.)
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“Van said you were unoccupied,” Taissa starts, like it’s an apology, like her presence is unwanted. Her footsteps fall just short of the small clearing Lottie rests in, like it’s a sacred circle that she refuses to enter. “This is the misthia I told you about—”
“Natalie,” Lottie smiles. “I recall.”
Natalie is bound in leather straps and iron armor. Scale mail that accentuates the cording of her arms, white linens that flow around her knees in the brisk breeze, a leather cord across her brow that pushes her choppy dark hair away from her eyes— she is everything Lottie has seen in her dreams a thousand times over.
And she is here.
(or, the oracle/misthios au)
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Kara cradles her pile of dirty plates. She doesn’t know how to open Lena’s brand new dishwasher without ripping the handle apart. She usually figures these things out through trial and error, but she’s never been alone in Lena’s apartment, and she can’t risk winging it in front of her.
So, she just stands by the sink and watches the hot water redden Lena’s sensitive skin, the light glinting off her beautiful earrings, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.The verse comes to her, unbidden, from one of their weekly poems. Lena always chooses poems with such physicality to them. Always real, touchable.
---Or: Kara is an alien, Lena is a genius. Their strangeness separates and connects them to the world and each other in peculiar ways. Being human in Lena’s eyes allows Kara to tap into parts of herself she hadn’t been able to explore before, but she knows her secret will one day stop being a bridge between them, and they’ll both lose the version of Kara Lena has grown to love. (Tender slow burn, mutual respect, bittersweetness and tentative physicality galore! Some angst and a lot of joy)
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starving only (for the taste of tongues) by hoteyedwraith (rhinemannultra)
Fandom The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
26 Dec 2025
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Mystery Work
Part of tftf's private
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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16 Mar 2026
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top 1 fic to make me lose my mind and pull my hair out and make me lie down on the floor
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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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“I might have to put a muzzle on you until you learn to use your words more wisely” Mira mused, conversational in tone. Her eyes flickered to Rumi who rested a light hand on her own chin, in casual ponderance. “Jesus fucking Christ” Zoey breathed out.
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Or, Zoey is a successful solo rapper fresh off winning Best Rapper of the Year at the Idol Awards for the second year in a row. Rumi and Mira are established icons in the music industry, but bored. They pursue Zoey to alleviate said boredom. Plot ensues.Series
- Part 1 of your heart melts into my cup