#cloudsarefluffy

[sunshinexlollipops]

Hello hello! I just wanted to come here and say I LOVED ACW so much. It was... God, perfect. Everything I've wanted in a RDR2 fic. The characterisation of everyone is amazing and I've been binge reading it for two days? One night I only slept like 2 hours and kept reading, I was HOOKED

I just finished it. And I know you haven't updated in a time, which is more than fine. Life happens and things come and go. I just wanted to ask if you ever do intend to finish it?

If not, I just wanted to say it was an incredible journey and story to read and thank you for all the effort and time you put into it. It was truly wonderful and I know it will stick with me in a lot of ways.

tysm! I wanna go ahead and tell you @00arlala that yes I do intend to finish ACW.

these last few years since my last update I've had severe burnout and a bunch of personal life things occur. I also just recently started working full time again and I'm having to focus on myself while things get together. not saying this against your curiosity or to shame— but to in gen say I have the intentions just not the means rn tbh.

ACW is my baby and I think about her a lot. especially if I think about writing in general.

I'm so happy you enjoyed her as you have! and 2 days! DEDICATED! and I hope you didn't have anything to do the following day when you stayed up! 😭

thank you for all your love and for sharing your experience w ACW with me. I always love hearing about things like this! it cracks me up. :)

hope you're doing well and thank you for reading! 💕

[destiel-fic-rec]

Honey Can’t Buy Me Love by cloudsarefluffy

Word Count: 50,033

Summary: Dean is having to raise both Sammy and Adam after no one steps up to the plate.

It isn't easy.

Faced with unfathomable struggles and hard times, Dean resorts to questionable methods as to paying bills and keeping food on the table. He becomes a prostitute. However, he doesn't enjoy it- and if he had a choice, he'd do something else. But with a clock ticking down alongside the money he has to his name, he tries more than ever to get things on a still ground before it all falls apart underneath him, because if he fails, Sammy and Adam are going to be taken away from him forever.

Maybe he can find some stability with a next door neighbor, an alpha, along the name of Castiel- someone willing to give him anything as long as Dean and his brothers are okay. The omega feels as though he can never repay him.

Dean just doesn't realize that there's something else, other than money and sex, that can give the alpha the same care in return.

Comments: 6/10. This is pretty sweet and fluffy, Cas is completely head over heels for Dean, who has a shit load of self-worth issues. He doesn’t understand how someone like Cas could like him, much less love him. However, I don’t know why but this fic is a little lackluster, the emotions are there but not really described that well or in detail. Cas is a little one dimensional, even though the pov changes and we know what he’s thinking. The ending and basically the entire story is deliciously corny and sweet.

[teenwolfficrec]

That’s Debatable

by cloudsarefluffy (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Oneshot

Word count: 16k

Rating: Mature

Summary: Stiles is known for not being a run-of-the-mill omega.

He’s mouthy, stubborn, strongly opinionated, and he doesn’t appreciate egotistical alphas in the slightest. In fact, he’ll tell them exactly where to shove it— … if he could. Sadly, when you’re in a Contemporary Issues class at school with a teacher who loves write-ups, one must curb the tongue to some degree.

Even when lacrosse star and alpha Derek Hale is being a massive asshole, and continues to argue with Stiles every chance he gets.

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[sunshinexlollipops]

this empty northern hemisphere

(read here)

words & rating: 46,722 — explicit (minor 🍋, mostly graphic depictions and possible triggers!)

pairing: Stiles/Derek

tags: zombie AU, PTSD, depression, FEELS, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, protective Stiles/Derek, touch-starved, minor character death (NOT Derek/Stiles), song fic

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Summary:

It may be in the middle of a zombie fucking apocalypse, and the world may be ending... but Stiles Stilinski is just too stubborn to lay down and take it.

He's got a few states left to cross, with his ass now sitting comfy near the eastern state line of Nebraska. Roscoe is holding on as best she can without a mechanic and with Stiles siphoning what little gas he manages to find. Twinkies and coke will fuel him when he can't find anything else to garble down.

He's coming back home, dammit. End of the world be damned.

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Or, Stiles is trying to get back to Beacon Hills from where he was at college in New York, fighting back against zombies and survivors who want him dead just the same. He's got nothing more than his guns and bat, his failing wits, and Roscoe. But that should be enough. It has to be.

That is, until Stiles makes a fateful stop in Yellowstone and happens upon a wolf that is a lot more than what it initially seems.

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please do not repost my art or story!

thanks!

[sunshinexlollipops]

Amidst a Clash of Worlds — Shady Belle V

Summary:

“You wanted us to come.”

“Yes. I did.”

You sit up some, your voice hoarse, “But why? We’d already messed with your money, and I know people who you believed crossed you died for less than that… So why did you allow things to continue?”

Bronte smirks, “I guess I wanted to finally see what all of the fuss was about…”

You long for more answers, but it’s then that you hear a metallic clinking come from behind you.

You turn in your chair, seeing two men dressed in serving attire push two silver carts carrying a covered platter each head from where you assume the kitchen is. One of the men stops his cart by your side while the other halts by Bronte.

Then men then take the platters, uncovering them and revealing fresh, steaming food. It’s then that you take in the sight of eggs and bacon, which are quickly out onto your plates alongside some toasted bread.

“I suggested the cook make a more traditional American breakfast for us today, despite the later hour and it not being my usual area of taste,” Bronte explains, “I figured, with time, I could refine your palate to more Italian themed dishes.”

You don’t miss those crucial words, and you find yourself stuttering, “W-With time?”

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part 2 is coming shortly!

editing and art is taking a bit longer. but I should have it up in the next few hours for sure!

I figured having the first part would make up for the small wait for the second.

enjoy! :>

[sunshinexlollipops]

Amidst a Clash of Worlds — Shady Belle VI

Summary:

“Yer a fuckin’ bastard, Dutch Van Der Linde!”

“Molly, what on earth—” Dutch starts, but Molly cuts him off.

“Yer a sack ‘a shit, Dutch!” she hisses, pointing a finger at him, her eyes filling with tears, “Nuttin’ but a liar and a c-cheat!”

“Do you really think this is the best to do in front of everyone?” Dutch scowls, and he reaches to grab Molly then, “Let’s take this inside—”

“No! No! Yer not touchin’ me again, Dutch!” Molly rips herself back, stumbling a bit, “I’m done wit’ you! Just as you’ve been done wit’ me!”

Dutch stares at Molly, his hand still outstretched from where he went to grab her. The Irishwoman sobs, wiping at her face a bit before her anger cuts through her sorrow like a knife.

“I like the look of shock on yer face. I’ve grown tired of you bein’ so goddamn arrogant ‘bout everythin’. Sayin’ you know how this’ll end— how yer gonna fix it! You won’t be able to sweet talk your way outta this once the Pinkertons get here!”

At that, the entire gang freezes. Dutch, however, pales before he sets his gaze harshly on Molly, his anger taking over his shock.

“You… spoke to them?” he hisses, his low voice sounding like thunder in the air.

[sunshinexlollipops]

Instead of doing Inktober I wrote a fic in a day, whoops—

Love Come Back

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Tags: alpha/fem!reader, omega!arthur, abo dynamics, AU (Van Der Linda Gang isn’t a thing oopsie), bounty hunter Arthur, prompt fill

Summary:

He just wanted… He couldn’t allow himself. No. It was too much, it was too unrealistic.

You deserved better than omega like him. An omega who was not soft and supple, an omega who would submit to you how you needed and wanted them to.

Not some bared-teeth mess who refused to accept what he was at heart.

[written for @glowstick-lesbian]

[sunshinexlollipops]

Amidst a Clash of Worlds: Clemens Point V

Summary:

“You act like love and the man should be black n’ white,” she says with a light amount of scorn, “From what I can tell, you don’t want to accept anythin’ other than yes or no. You don’t want to take chances, or give someone the benefit of the doubt.”

You frown at her, but she doesn’t stop her gentle tirade.

“The way you’ve written about Arthur, I can tell you care for him. I can tell that you love him and you have for a while. And yet, you have denied how you’ve felt until a few nights ago. Maybe things didn’t go well, and maybe Arthur did break his promise— but I can tell that man is just as conflicted as you are, if not more. And confliction ain’t black or white.”

“I… I don’t… Love ain’t for me, mama.”

“Maybe you think it isn’t, but it’s sure found a way to be,” she places a gentle hand onto your shoulder, “You love him, Wolf. It isn’t meant to be scary or impossible. Love doesn’t know what we do. It just is.”

You huff a breath, going to stand, “For others, maybe.”

“Why is it so bad to love him?” she asks, and you can hear a slight bit of irritation working its way into her voice, “Why are you refusin’ this and actin’ like what’s already happened between you to didn’t?”