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Marichat Rec Lists: FLUFF

“So did you hear the one where a smooth cat and a cute baker walked into a fandom…” Here’s the first out of the multiple ship rec lists–starting with fandom favorite: Marichat! (Disclaimer: Due to the nature of these ships, some of these are not solely marichat) (Disclaimer pt.II: These fics are not solely fluff fests, thought I hope they include enough fluff to satisfy your cravings!)  

Feel free to suggest ones I may have left off ||  Ship Rec Lists || masterpost

* = unfinished

+ = mature/explicit rating

||italics = my notes

update 2/15/18: double je added to multichapter

Multichapter (word count next to completed fics)

Sunlight, Firelight, Starlight by adjit   (7,508)

* Lucky strike by Inkkerfuffle

The Consequences of Midnight Makeouts by Faequeen40   (11,580)

Quiet Ice, Silent Nights by Thelastpilot   (38,748)

Wherever I Go by senpop   (26,050)

Confession Rehearsal by Zaphirite   (11,628)

Suffer for a Secret by DarknessChill   (24,944 )

+It’s Always Been You by Starlenia   (43,692)

Make Me Like You by PrincessKitty1   (11,490) || drabble collection

+Both of You by Maerynn   (125,895)

*+ Humor Me by vanguardinitiate  

Dripping with good looks by TheHuntersCave   (4,335)

chat noooo by imthepunchlord   (9,560)

To heal a broken heart by Totally_lucky   (61,103)

*The kitten, his princess and cookies by just_kiss_already_darlings   (59,242)

Until I lose count by Baneismydragon   (35,389)

Little Princess by imthepunchlord   (9,508)

* Boutique by TheJulyCentury

You Are My Mission by ML   (5,932)

Ne Me Quitte Pas by imatrisarahtops   (43,357)

Stray Chat by Pozolegirl   (59,463)

Finding Home by Ran    (34,962)

In Sickness and In Health by kali_asleep   (30,013)

*#BonAnniversairePrincess by Lady_Lombax

Marinette, the Teenage (Sassy) Witch by fufflepie   (24,541)

* Have Your Cake (And Eat It Too) by LooseScrewsLefty, takethembystorm

* Caged by Their_Destinys_Writer

+double je by darkavenue   (22,508)

Christmas Miracles by wanderinglilly    (3,861)

Oneshots

Astoria by oracleOutlook   (2,586)

It was an Accident by Their_Destinys_Writer   (3,366)

Where We Love by Baneismydragon   (4,571)

+ Five times Adrien resisted and that one time he couldn’t by HiddenEye   (4,272)

Five Steps by eLJay   (2,000)

+ Dance in the Dark by MisterDoctorProfessorPatrick    (5,710)

+ Had To Be You by mercy_angel_09    (5,449)  

From Beginner to Intermediate: an intense plan for advancing in language

Introduction

I've studied Spanish at school for 3 years and now I'm at a low B1 level. I can actually understand pretty well while listening or reading but I can't communicate fluently.

This plan will include vocabulary build up, some grammar revision, a lot of listening, reading and writing. And could be used for the most languages, not only Spanish.

Plan

Every day:

Conjugate one verb in present, past and future tenses

Make a list about 10 - 30 words long

Create flashcards with them and start learning them (I use Quizlet for flashcards)

Revise yesterday's set of flashcards

2-3 times a week:

Read an article or a few pages from a book

Write a few sentences about anything in your target language

Listen to one episode of podcast (at least one)

Once a week or every two weeks:

Watch a movie in your target language, preferably animated movie as the language used there is easier. You can watch with subtitles

Grammar exercises

Translate some short text

Once a month:

Write something longer, like an essay or report, on chosen topic

Additionally:

Talk to yourself, to your friends, to your pets

Text with someone

Look at the transcription while listening to the podcast for second time

Repeat what you hear (in podcast or movie)

Check words you don't know from the listening and reading

Read out loud

Listen to music in your target language - you can even learn the text and sing along

Watch YouTube in your target language

Change your phone language to the one you're learning

Think in you target language!!!

***This is very intense plan for self-learners, you don't have to do all of these things in the given time. Adjust it to your own pace. I'll try to stick to this, if I have enough time.***

what if it seems like batman has safehouses all over the country because he’s a paranoid maniac always ready to go into hiding in iowa, but actually he just goes on a lot of business trips for his day job and when he sees a cute house he buys it and stays there. he grew up in a big mansion with a butler, a house with only three rooms is like camping for him. he thinks it’s fun. he gets to play house and eat cereal for dinner. the flash accidentally committed some light treason and needs to lay low for a while so batman sets him up at this little place in maine. flash is like “wow he really does plan for everything” but no, he just saw an old queen anne with green shingle siding and white accents and he couldn’t help himself. it had a wraparound porch and a spire. a spire. technically it wasn’t in his carefully alloted ‘whims’ budget but he sold an extra yacht to make room. “geeze bats i get that it’s a safehouse but couldn’t you have stocked the pantry with something besides kix and peanut butter?” flash asks. “they’re shelf stable,” batman says, as if that is why he bought those things, as if this is not just What He Does when alfred leaves him unsupervised.

Idk something about Barry having a big nose making me think the thots 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I imagine Druig nustling his nose against ur clit while going down on you and it makes you go crazy so he makes it an effort to make you cum with his nose on you

i have a thing for big noses like not only are they beautiful but ahh, their definitely good for other things as well wink wink

let me just preface by saying i think druig is a pussy eating god so i may be biased but, all i can imagine is this mans letting you use his face as your own personal fuck toy. like he gets so lost in eating you out that he loves it when you pull his hair and grind you hips so the tip of his nose is rubbing up against your clit while his tongue fucks in and out of you. he would 100% love when you rode his face, to look up at you and see your chest wither and shake as you ride the tip of his nose, using him for your own pleasure. did i mention that he’s definitely sloppy when it comes to eating pussy?? he loves the taste of you, loves getting drunk off of your cunt and he’s definitely not going to stop until you beg him to ahhhhhh 😩

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window pains | jason todd

Summary: He's got a habit of coming in through the window. You want him to start staying... and using the door. 

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: injured Jason Todd (he's okay dw), angst, pining, mentions of Jason's death.

A/N: sooo.... i guess i'm a dc girlie now. just a reminder that every character i write will always be 18+!!! this is probably canon divergent but we make our own canon.

If you like this fic and want to see more, please let me know through reblogs ♡

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"Can't you enter my apartment like a normal person?"

"You know who you're talking to, right?"

"You're getting blood on my carpet, Todd."

It doesn't really matter. He'll come back and scrub it out as soon as his ribs are whole. And fuck if he's not good at getting blood out of surfaces. Jason Todd ought to start a housekeeping column. 

You catch his limp as he climbs over the windowsill. It almost topples him, but he gets to the couch before it does. He doesn't make a sound. 

That had freaked you out the first few times he'd stumbled through your window. Once, he came with part of a windshield wiper impaled in his shoulder. He'd lain on your couch so still and so quiet, you'd thought Red Hood had croaked in your apartment. Which would not have been a good look for you. Or maybe it would. Depends on who you ask. 

Sometimes you want to tell him to make sounds. To hiss and grunt and complain. To grab your wrist so you'll slow down as you pull thread through flesh. 

But it's not your place to request such a thing. You don't know where you reside in Jason Todd's life, but it's not somewhere where you can request to hear him hurt. 

Outwardly, his injuries aren't bad-looking. He takes off his helmet and tosses it somewhere under the coffee table. You offer a hand to help him lie down on the couch—he doesn't take it. 

"Jesus Christ, Jay." You suck in a sharp breath and peel back his bloody suit. "What'd you do?"

"Took a midnight stroll in the Botanical Gardens. Why, what'd you do?"

You frown, eyebrows pinching in the center of your forehead. Jason's stomach is mottled with purple and red bruises. There's a sticky gash right above his hip. A knife. Or a sword, maybe. Apparently, swords are commonplace in Gotham. 

"How'd they get you?" you ask. 

It's a rule-break. Jason's number one policy: don't ask questions.

You always do. Even when it was new, this… thing between you two, you'd ask. Who were they? Why did they hurt you? Did you hurt them back?

The last one, you always know the answer to. 

"There were, like, ten of them," he says. "Cut me some slack, will ya?" 

He has a cut across his lips. A ringed finger that caught on his skin, you guess. You wonder if he'd wince if you kissed him. If he'd wince at the pain or the kiss itself. If you'd know the difference. 

Rage suddenly cuts through you. It makes your hands careless, cruel; you pull the bandage around his waist too tight. Jason coils up slightly. 

"Jesus—ever heard of bedside manner?" he asks, looking at you through his lashes. 

"Ever heard of not breaking into someone's apartment and making them patch you up?"

"I don't make you," Jason says easily. "You wouldn't do it if you didn't want to."

That only increases your rage. Because he's right. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be. You'd have kicked him out four first aid kits ago if you minded. 

You yank down his shirt and pack up the kit. Jason shifts on the couch. A sliver of skin above his waistband is still exposed. You have to turn your head to force your gaze away. 

"No bandaids?" he asks. "All my cuts'll be exposed to the elements."

"You can put them on yourself." 

His cheek could use one. And his eyebrow. You're not in the mood. 

Jason doesn't say anything in response to that. You get up to put the kit back under the sink. 

"Can I crash here?" 

"Do what you want," you say, suddenly exhausted. Like it's you who just went six rounds with Gotham's scumbags.

You peek over the kitchen counter when you hear rustling and the couch springs squeak. Jason leans heavily on the arm of the couch, reaching for the window. You walk over and stand in front of him. 

"What're you doing?" you ask. 

"You want me to go," he says flatly. "So I'm going."

"I didn't say that, I said—"

"I can read between the lines." 

"If you could read between the lines as well as you think you can, we wouldn't be in this situation," you say. 

"What situation?"

You turn your head. "Nothing."

Jason steps towards the window. You block him again. 

"What is the matter with you?" you ask. "You're injured. Lie down."

"I'm not your responsibility," he says, glaring. "I'm leaving."

"No, you're not. And since you're allergic to using the door, you don't have a choice."

Jason's eyebrow rises. "Are you saying you'd physically prevent me from leaving?"

You lift your chin. "If that's what it takes."

"Hm. Can't tell if your confidence is stupid or brave."

"Lie the fuck down, Todd."

His lip curls. "I don't stay where I'm not welcome."

Sometimes you forget how young he is. Not that you're not also young, but, well… you don't feel your youth as acutely as other people your age might. It's something you two have in common. 

Here, in the gritty glow of Gotham, you are reminded that Jason Todd died once. Before he finished school. Before he fell in love. 

Your stomach churns every time you see that Y-shaped scar on his torso, strapped over him like a chain. 

"I didn't say that you're not welcome," you say. 

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to."

He sags against the couch and it occurs to you that he's as exhausted as you feel. 

"Can you just—" You touch his bicep. He winces even though there's no injury there. "Can you just lie down?" 

You stare at each other for another minute. Slowly, Jason lays down. His eyes are alert instead of heavy with sleep. Instantly, you feel guilty for making him think he has to be cautious around you. His hand curls protectively over his stomach. 

"Do you want a blanket?" you ask. 

He squints. "It's August."

"I know, I… I thought maybe the blood loss made you cold." 

"'M fine. Perks of being risen from the dead." 

You watch him get settled for a minute. He shifts his weight to his uninjured side and meets your gaze. His eyes are gray in the weak light. 

"You're tired of me," he says. 

Your head snaps up. "No, I'm not."  

"You are."

"I'm not tired of you, Jay."

You see it. The fear. He thinks this is the last time you'll let him in. He doesn't know you can't lock him out. You won't. 

You get up and go to get the kit from the sink again. Jason follows your movement the whole time. His face scrunches in confusion when you sit in front of the couch and unzip the kit. 

You pull out the tiny red bandaids. You'd bought them as a joke, initially. It had made Jason laugh and that had been reason enough to keep buying them. And then he let you actually put them on.

You peel the adhesive off of one and gently stick it on his cheek. He blinks at you, thick, dark lashes kissing the corners of his eyes. 

"I'm not tired of you," you say softly. 

"I'd be tired of me." 

"You keep this city safe. How could I be tired of Gotham's defender?"

Jason scowls and turns his head into the cushion before you can put the second bandaid.  

"I'm not its defender. The others protect this city a hundred times better. Nightwing does it with a smile on his face."

"I like that you go out there even when it's hard, Jay," you say. 

He doesn't respond. You lean in, so close that you can count the freckles on his neck. 

"Can I finish putting the bandaids on?" you ask. 

"I don't need 'em."

"You do. You need another on your forehead."

"It'll heal fine without it."

Your shoulders bunch like a cat on defense. You grab his cheek (gently, always gently) and his head whips to yours in surprise. 

"Jason Todd, I am not tired of you. I'm tired of the fact that you only come by when you need fixing."

He scowls. "I never asked you to fix me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave."

"I don't want you to leave, I want you to stay!" you burst. 

Jason scoffs. "No, you don’t. I'll overstay my welcome real fast."

"Maybe I care about you on purpose!" you say, voice rising. "Maybe I didn't stumble through a window; maybe I walked through the door and bought the bandaids and learned how to stitch wounds because I wanted to."

He suddenly looks overcome by grief. The agony in his face startles you. 

"I don't know how to use the door anymore," he says quietly. "All I do is stumble through windows."

Your hand slips off of his cheek. Jason closes his eyes; they fly open when you stick the second bandaid above his eyebrow. 

"You can come in any way you want to," you say, face an inch away from his. "As long as you come back to me."

His gaze darts to your mouth. You don't kiss him hard. He breaks anyway.

You avoid the right side of his mouth entirely, not wanting to pull at his cut. Jason shudders into your mouth. You cup his pulse through his neck and it quickens.

His eyes are wet when you pull away. His chest heaves like he's been swinging through the city. 

"I wanna try to use the door," he says. 

You touch the bandaid on his cheek, humming. 

"Then I'll leave it unlocked." 

matt murdock fic recs

when i tell you i had to travel the depths of hell and SCRAPED the bottom of that goddamn barrel for these fics,, but anyways i promised a matt fic rec so it shall be delivered!

key — angst ☹ — fluff ☺ — favorites ♡

last updated (12/1/2022) these stories belong to their respective owners, definitely check out their blogs!

appreciation ( ☺ ♡) by @pastafossa ↪  big tiddie matty, LMAO me acting as if i wouldn’t do the same

of muffins, coffee and other miracles | 2 |  ( ☹ ☺ ♡)  by @anika-ann ↪  you have a crush on matt and send him muffins, i LOVED this one, so sweet

listening in  ( ☹ ☺) by @certifiedskywalker ↪  legit the first matt murdock fic i read, matt listens to your steady heartbeat in the course of your relationship

isolation  ( ☹ ) by @sunflowervanya ↪  matt loses another sense and he fears he might not be able to love you, ohhh so angsty

man in a red suit  (☺) by @twistnet​ ↪  matt stumbles into the wrong apartment

when the lights are off  ( ☹ ☺) by @trashmagines​ ↪  you meet matt in church, taking care of him uwu

clean up  ( ☹ ☺) by @bowieandqueen11​ ↪  conversations and wound healings, adorable but a tad bit angsty

moving in  ( ☹ ☺) by @darling-i-read-it​ ↪  he convinces you to move in bc he’s a worrywart, actually this was kinda angsty but very sweet too!

i love you  (☺) by @prince-septimus​ ↪  basically an i love you contest with a bucket of wound healing, (guys i think he really likes me 😩🤞 )

i can hear the bells  (☺) by @pastafossa​ ↪  yes i named this one after a hairspray song, your humming makes matt a simp

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