#two fics in one day? who am I?

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

part 1.

a/n: two fics in one day? WHO AMMMM IIIII!!!!!! but anyway, here's yet some more angst for y'all to enjoy, but don't worry, the smut is coming🤭, I'm just in my messy era rn!

taglist: @mybonafidefeelings@zeezeecave@gr00vyminibus@lppriceisright@darkangelchronicles@princessmel-1995@xenaizogie@nanii2x, and a few people who might like this! @s0lam33y@karimwillia @inmyheadimobsessed@mal-urameshi@somethingcleaverandwhitty@imjusthere2readbruv@imagineandwrite word count: 1,559 dividers: @firefly-graphics & s/o the various creators I've seen use the fake text thingy!!!

Not a sound could be heard coming from apartment 11B. Even with heightened hearing and senses, all Shuri could catch was the distant sounds from outside. This was odd to the panther, who checked her beads for the fifth time since arriving at the complex. It showed the second pair in the apartment, but that they weren't being worn. While this was normal for Riri, to take them off and leave them around the house as she went about her business. However, the lack of music, laughter or conversation - or cursing - wasn't. Feeling familiar panic rise in her, she took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in silently. She scanned the room for anything out the ordinary, only to find things almost exactly as she left them.

After checking every inch of the apartment and balcony top to bottom (admittedly, even places she knew were ridiculous like cabinets under the sink), Shuri pulled out the phone the smaller scientist forced her to get and checked her notifications. Seeing nothing, she shamelessly types in Riri's instagram handle to see if she's posted anything. To her surprise, once again, Riri has two stories up. Out. Of. The. Ordinary. Riri never posts on social media, sans sharing an event flyer for a cousin back home, or a protest when they pop up. She certainly never posts herself. Most people who have never met Riri in person wouldn't know what she looks like.

One photo of her nails, done freshly in a deep red to black ombré, contrasted against her moisturized skin as she sits in a car. The second slide, of her and her friend MJ dancing at one of the local clubs Riri always says she hates makes Shuri choke on nothing but the air in her mouth that she didn't realize was slightly open.

Shuri set her phone down and paced around the "shared" apartment trying to bring her blood pressure down. She noticed how little of herself was there, how it didn't really feel as shared as she would like. Of course, she bought it so Riri could live there but the younger scientist made her promise that it was "theirs", not hers alone. Shuri agreed so Riri would stay there, and honestly she was happy to have a place to be. And happy to share anything with Riri. But she had to be honest with herself about how little time they'd been spending together since Shuri has had more work on her plate. Sure, they're just friends but it didn't always feel that way. At least not to Shuri, and she hoped to Bast not to Riri.

She continued pacing and decided she should text Riri - but that caused it's own anxiety. What should she say? Should she text her at all? Did Riri want to be bothered? One thing Shuri could almost always rely on were her instincts and intuition and she felt discord between them, even just sitting in the air in the empty apartment. She had felt it the past few times she'd been "home", but tried to ignore it since Riri seemed to be. But now, it was too far out of the ordinary to ignore any further. She pulled her phone out and typed and retyped about a thousand times.

She finally decided, after taking four shots of whatever dark disgusting liquid Riri had in the cabinet and pacing for another 10 minutes, to just address the beads. She wanted to sound concerned but she wasn't sure if that's how it came off.

Regardless of how she sounded herself, Riri made herself clear.

At the club, Riri was four shots deep of something dark herself. She hated this place, all the people touching her and the lights and music were so over stimulating but she had committed herself (and to MJ) to at least try to have a good time. Good being subjective, since she wasn't having anything near the type of time MJ seemed to be.

She walked around the bar after ordering two more shots, both for her but she pretended they weren't until the bartender walked away. She headed back to the dance floor reluctantly to find her friend who was dancing with any girl who wanted to and a few guys who didn't do too much. Riri respected it, everyone deserves to have fun but MJ had been particularly down about some breakup she wouldn't explain. Riri understood that too, being that she couldn't exactly explain why she was heartbroken either, given that she was never in a relationship to begin with.

She found MJ and was pulled into the mix immediately. She resisted it for a bit, but finally feeling the effects of her 6 shots, she started to question why. Why shouldn't she try to have fun? What was she hiding from? Sure, almost everyone around her was an idiot and sure, they'd be hung over the next day, and sure she was heart broken and didn't know how to fix it. But so what. She was young, she was tired of being sad about something - someone, who didn't seem to notice. And she wanted to feel better. So she let herself dance. She let herself shed the chip off her shoulder and she laughed with her very fun, very drunk best friend.

Until her phone buzzed. She was surprised she even felt it with all the mess going on around her. She didn't feel like checking it, knowing it was probably her mom sending her Facebook reels or her sister sending her tiktoks. She would get back to them later. She ignored it until it chimed again, which she found to be a very annoying feature from apple. So she pulled it out to turn on DND until she saw who it was. She groaned out loud, suddenly feeling all the fun fall off of her. MJ noticed and looked down at the shorter woman's phone.

"Sunglasses, really?"

"She put it to be funny." Riri smirked and immediately dropped it from her face, mad that she still thought it was cute.

"What did she say?" MJ asked, genuinely concerned noticing Riri's demeanor change, despite her own drunkness.

"Ion know, I'm probably gonna ignore it."

"Let me reply. You always ignore your problems until they get too heavy to handle."

"Are you tryna therapize me, Jones?"

"Maybe a little. Here, let me see." MJ grabs the phone against Riri's weak protest. She reads it and types, which makes Riri nervous. But MJ was right, she couldn't put the blame all on Shuri when she hasn't addressed her own feelings either.

"I'm going to be a little mean, I think."

"What do you meannnn?!! What did she say?!!!" Riri protested again, trying to grab the phone. MJ laughed at the height difference as all she had to do was lift the phone above her head. Shuri did the same thing often when they'd play around, and Riri hadn't realized she hated it until this very moment.

"Girl relax! I'm not cursing her out, but she needs to know she can't play with you." MJ said as she read the next text Shuri sent and quickly responded. This went on for over a minute, each second stressing Riri more until she decided to just give in. MJ really WAS right on all counts, even if she didn't want to admit it out loud. And why should she care what Shuri has to say anyway? She hadn't been home in days and had barely contacted her. Granted, Shuri doesn't HAVE to tell her anything, but they usually do. She was almost sure she was seeing someone but couldn't prove it. And really, she wasn't sure. Which drove her even more crazy, how delusional she was being. It was out of the ordinary for her, to feel this way about anyone. But she did. And she was mad. And even if she was wrong too, so was Shuri. So she let MJ do what MJ does.

Finally, the taller girl handed her back her phone. Riri took it and read it against her better judgement.

"Oh my godddddddd. She's gonna hate me tomorrow."

"I said what needed to be said, and someone had to say it since you weren't going to. Just because she's literal royalty doesn't mean she gets to play with your feelings. You're important and special too, Ri."

"Oh god. Thank you but please don't do that thing where you get drunk and cry. Pleaseeee." But it was too late, seeing MJ tear up and laugh made her laugh too.

"I won't, I won't! But I mean it. You do deserve better, and so do I! Let's do another shot!" MJ shouted as she ran off towards the bar, pulling Riri behind her.

Riri let it burn down her throat and tried her best to move on with her night. She knew Shuri wouldn't be texting her again, but part of her wishes she would. A big part of her wishes she would say something, or fight for her. Although she wasn't sure if there was anything to fight for. That was the problem between them, they played house and this constant domestic back and forth, but never stepped over the invisible line separating them. And Riri was tired of it.

#shuriri #shuriri short fic #Shuri x riri #Shuri Udaku #riri williams #mj #marvel #not at all canon compliant but fuck it we ball fr #black sapphic #black wlw #I love my science gays #two fics in one day? who am I? #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #iron heart #mcu #mcu fanfiction

[andthebeanstalk]

Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!

Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*

Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!

#original #the last unicorn #tlu #peter s beagle #molly gru #schmendrick #schmendrick the magician #two of my favorite characters in anything right there in the center of the story! and I'm glad I saw the film first! #my reading ability has diminished due to trauma disability etc. but it seems like having a visual reference actually really helped! #no wonder i only ever want to read fan fic! turns out reading is not actually Superior to other types of Storytelling. it's just different. #to say otherwise is snobbishness I have been eminently guilty of in my life! #but like it is easier for me to consume tv and movies and that is fine actually. also that's why I'm doing a graphic novel lol #because i wanted to make something i would actually be able to read if i found it at a library. altho the audio book IS gonna be bomb #the audiobook is for visually impaired readers and anyone who wants or needs it! accessible stories for everyone! yeah!! #my gender was already transed but now I've gained an ADDITIONAL gender! which one? I'll never tell 😘 #i am so powerful i have so much fuckin gender. my wife has no gender. and she is equally as powerful. #and also she has STUDIED THE BLADE #mostly zoro's blades from One Piece #normally YouTube recommends me shit movies like idiocracy or smth this is like if every day ur cat brought you a piece of rotten food and #then one day it brings you a BEAUTIFULLY ANIMATED TALE FEATURING MY BELOVED TWINK FUCK-UP WIZARD FRIEND AND MY ALL-TIME HOMEGIRL MOLLY GRU #and also it's soft and beautiful and funny and fucking weird!! i wrote melodies to the songs in the books on my ukulele

[virescent-v]

Can you do a "on your knees" smut prompt?

Like a Prayer

A/N: I don't know what this is, but I'm happy with it I think? But mostly, I hope this is what you wanted! It's super short, but that feels right? Idk dude, it's all about the vibes today and I'm just rolling with it.

Word Count: 663 Warnings: it's smut lol but it's not as...detailed as some of my other stuff hehehe

Panting breaths, clashing teeth, pushing, pulling. 

Stumbling over each other and the trail of clothes you were leaving, you and Emily bumped into the wall outside of her bedroom. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to give her room to attach her lips to your neck. 

Each breath you took felt like a fire in your lungs, like your chest was going to collapse in on itself. 

Leaving dark marks on your neck, Emily’s lips traveled back up, catching yours in a heated embrace. Breaking apart for air, Emily took your hand and led you into the bedroom. 

At the edge of her bed, her eyes caught yours, while her hands wrapped around your hips, her thumbs rubbing the skin exposed between your shirt and pants. You could feel the intensity of her gaze burning into you, a precursor for the mood of the night, a culmination of the heat that’s built up all evening. 

“On your knees for me,” she commanded.

You held her gaze as you slowly slunk to the floor, trailing your hands down her torso and legs, rubbing circles on her toned thighs. The soft click of the zipper as each part of the chain came loose echoed in your ears, heightening each ebb of arousal that coursed through you. 

The brush of fabric down Emily’s legs caused her to sigh, the kisses to her thighs caused her to whimper. The skim of your nose against her coarse curls as you breathed in her smell, her arousal for you, made her tilt her head back and shudder. 

“Eyes on me, Em.” 

Tilting her head back down, her eyes a shade darker, her hand tangled in your hair at the top of your head. 

With held eye contact, Emily guided your face toward her pussy. 

Emily’s eyelids fluttered at the first contact of your tongue on her clit, the soft, slow swirls causing her hips to jerk towards you. With each pass of your tongue, her eyes became seemingly darker, more hooded, a challenge to continue watching you. 

As you got into a rhythm, Emily’s hips started rolling into you, matching the pace you were setting. The movement of your mouth against Emily was making her let out the most delicious noises; groans, sighs, and guttural whimpers that had you moaning against her, the vibrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge. 

Switching it up to extend her pleasure, you started licking broad strokes against her, gathering as much of her essence as you could, the heady flavor driving you crazy. Getting your fill of her, you tossed one of her legs over your shoulder, opening her up further to you. Bringing up your fingers, you entered her, causing her to bend forward in bliss. 

Using your two fingers, you thrusted in and out, making sure to hit the spongy spot inside of Emily that always made her cry out. You loved feeling how wet she got for you, how tight her cunt would clamp down on your fingers as she started to reach her peak. Each thrust that brought her closer made Emily’s fingers tighten in your hair, pulling it to an almost uncomfortable pain. 

Her hips continued to grind against your face, as if she was starting to use you for her pleasure. It would’ve felt greedy, but you wanted her to use you, to take from you as much as you wanted to give.

As Emily came, her legs shaking against the side of your head, you held onto her to stop her from falling, but to drag out her orgasm until she started to push you away before becoming too sensitive.  

Miraculous, all consuming, addictive. The only words that encapsulated how you felt each time you made her cum. 

Getting on your knees for Emily felt powerful, almost religious, like a prayer to a god you didn’t believe in. 

It almost made you a believer, devout at the altar of her.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #ask v! #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #short sweet? and to the point! #literally this is the shortest thing ive ever written #came someone tell me whether they prefer shorter fics or longer fics because i deadass have no idea #feedback welcome omg #thanks for the prompt bestie!! #two fics in one day??? who am i ???

[updownlately]

5 - why the hell do you love me?

series masterlist

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“Pleaseeee? I’ll do the dishes for the rest of the week?” Alessia pouted, eyes pleading as her eyes kept darting between you and the corner of your shared bedroom. 

“Lessi you’d already be doing them anyways…you made that promise yesterday when we were in the exact same situation,” you laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

“But-“

“Baby, it’s not that bad, I promise. You got this!” You grinned, eyes full of mirth.

You couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, you doing your best to hide your constant smile behind the neck of your hoodie.

“I’ll- I’ll…erm…,” head swivelling between both sides of the room, the blonde tried to come up with another trade, something, anything, that would get her out of this situation ASAP.

“I’ll take the blame the next five times we’re late for practice!” She yelped, eyes widening as she saw the slightest movement from the corner of her eyes, head whipping to stare intently at the opposite side of the room, her back to you.

You couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped you no matter how hard you tried. Nearly bent over, hands on your knees, you shook with laughter. Shaking your head as you rose to your standing form, you wiped a lone tear from the corner of your eye. Short of breath, you just barely managed to get the next words out.

“Love, if you stare any harder at it, I won’t even need to do anything here,” you jested.

“It’s not funny…” Looking briefly at you, the striker shot you a desperate look, eyes full of fear as she swallowed hard.

You finally relented, heart melting at just how absolutely terrified she looked.

“I’ll cut you a deal, yeah? I’ll take it out but you have to follow me as I do....”

Apparently that exchange wasn’t as good as you thought it was, Alessia whipping her head to give you an incredulous stare, momentarily forgetting about her woes. 

“No! What- Why?” She sputtered out, shooting you a pout before her voice turned sweet, chin tilting up towards you. “Baby, please can you just get rid of it? If you love me?”

Jaw dropping, a surprised look on your face at her antics, her attempt at guilt-tripping you nearly successful, you shook your head in mock disbelief.

“Less, what would you do if I wasn’t here? Like, you’d have to get rid of it by yourself somehow…” You shook your head in faux disappointment, a smile giving away just how annoyed you were (spoiler: it was not at all).

“I’d move out.”

The blonde’s reply was so definitive and quick, you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. 

“Less…” Rolling your eyes playfully, you made your way to the corner of the room, the paper you had been hiding behind your back finally making its presence known.

As you approached the barely penny-sized spider chilling on the wall, you could make out the sound of Alessia’s footsteps behind you, the noise getting suspiciously quieter and quieter with each step.

Turning in your tracks, hands on your hips, you tilted your head as you took in the blonde who was nearly halfway out the door, a sheepish smile on her face.

“Okay and where do you think you’re going?” Eyebrow raised in question, you tapped your foot as Alessia shot you an embarrassed look, no doubt ashamed at being caught mid-getaway. 

“…away?” Shooting you a toothy grin, the Arsenal striker took a slow step backwards, testing you.

Unfortunately for her however, you weren’t having it, enjoying her discomfort of arachnids too much to let her escape now.

“Nuh-uh, get back here…or I’m not taking it out,” you threatened, confident that Alessia wouldn’t take that risk.

And you were proven right in your judgement a second later, Alessia despondently making her way to you, shoulders caved inwards.

Grinning toothily, you quickly placed a peck on her cheek in appreciation before you made your way over to the spider, paper held taut.

Doing your best to teach the blonde how to catch spiders on her own, you made a point to show her how to hold the sheet of paper, curling it just enough to give it some structure as you wiggled it underneath the arachnid. 

Eyes dancing in amusement, you chuckled as Alessia watched you with wide eyes, stepping back quickly from you as you started walking towards the door, the spider on your paper like it was Aladdin.

“Love, I don't know what they teach you here in England but spiders can't fly....” you laughed out.

Getting a groan in return, your smile didn't leave your face for a second, cheeks beginning to hurt now.

Quickly making your way outside to the garden, you gently put the paper down on the ground as watched as the tiny eight-legged fuzzball scampered away. 

Standing upright, you turned to the blonde that had followed you. 

“What would you do without me?” You teased, a twinkle in your eye.

“Probably change homes every other day.” The cheeky response had you shaking your head with a smile on your face, eyes rolling at the dumb joke. 

Punching the striker playfully, you intertwined your fingers as you led her back inside.

“Please tell me you at least learned how I did that?”

You groaned as the Gunner shook her own head, the smile on her face saying everything. 

“Alessia!”

She shot you a toothy grin, bringing your intertwined hands up and placing a gentle kiss on the back of yours. “I guess you’ll just have to stick around for the rest of my life huh?.”

“So I can continue getting rid of spiders for you?” 

“Yup,” Alessia smirked, popping the ‘p’.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, y’know?” You smiled softly, liking the idea of forever with your girl.

Pulling away from the blonde, ready to head back to where you had initially been- on the couch reading your book- you placed another quick kiss on her cheek.

“By the way, you’re still taking the blame for the next five times we’re late for practice!” 

And with that, you took off, scrambling to get away from Alessia before she could protest, her groan of disapproval ringing throughout your home as you vibrated with laughter. 

Maybe a future of being your love’s designated spider catch didn’t sound so bad after all, especially not when the promise of forever was slipped in between. 

#not proofread as usual #on a spree of posting mediocre works and i'm too lazy to do anything about it #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso community #woso #fluff #my writing #part 5 of a 15 part series :) #bpom #blurb #two fics in two days? who am i?

[snowangeldotmp3]

now i see you in technicolor

or, the barbiegloria actress au

also huge thank you to @gooeyringtown for helping me figure out pieces of the plot and always reading my silly snippets <3 ILYSM BESTIE 💖💖💖

“That’s me,” Gloria confirms. “Who are you?”

Gloria knows who’s standing in front of her. She’s seen Barbie Handler’s face on one of the posters on the studio lot. She’s only the most famous actress in the world right now. And now she’s standing here, several inches taller than Gloria, so she has to tilt her head up a bit, perfect natural makeup and perfect long blonde hair falling to the middle of her back, pushing her curtain bangs out of her eyes with a perfectly pink manicured hand. There’s not a hair out of place. Literally. She’s wearing jeans, a shirt, and a blazer that Gloria knows costs more than she makes in a year, and that doesn’t even factor in the shoes and bracelets she’s wearing. (Gloria won’t lie, she is a little intimidated, but not so much by the world famous actress in front of her, but by the work load she knows is about to lay ahead of her.) Big blue eyes narrow, and there’s a crease in her brow and truthfully, for a moment, Gloria is a little stunned at how gorgeous she is. But Gloria works with gorgeous people everyday; this is nothing new.

#glorbie #barbiegloria #barbie 2023 #my fics #my writing #TWO fic uploads in one day. who am i ...?

[foxwithapen]

For the first time ever, Luigi was afraid to return home. Not because of any particular danger, like traps or ghosts or monsters. In fact, he was excited to sleep in his own bed again, with his worn blankets that felt like comfort.

It was his brother he was afraid of.

He'd been staying at Bowser's just to avoid confronting Mario, sleeping in a spare bedroom that was far too big. Sometimes Junior would run to his room after having a nightmare, and Luigi would cuddle with him to keep away the bad thoughts. And of course, he loved the kid. He loved everyone in that castle. But he missed his brother.

The past few times Luigi had seen him, Peach was always there, keeping the peace between Mario and Bowser. They laughed as a group, ate food together, and played games. But the air was still tense, thick with all the unspoken words between the two brothers. Luigi couldn't stand it. He had to do something.

The time between Luigi's knock and the door opening felt like eternity. He couldn't keep his hands from shaking as he tapped them against his leg, trying to take deep breaths. Peach said he had nothing to worry about, but this was one thing he couldn't risk losing. Not his brother, his best friend.

"Who is it?"

"It's, uh, Luigi. Sono a casa."

The door swung open, and there was Mario. They both just stared at each other. Nothing had changed—well, almost nothing—and yet, they both had nothing to say.

So, Mario swept Luigi into a crushing embrace instead.

"Bro! Please, come in. I shouldn't have to invite you into your own home!" Mario sat Luigi down at their dining table, before bustling off to brew then some coffee. "What's kept you away for so long, eh?"

Luigi fidgeted nervously in his seat. "I thought you were mad at me," he mumbled, grateful for the warmth as Mario slid a mug of steaming coffee into his hands.

"Me? At my fratellino? I could never!"

"Then...why have you been avoiding me whenever we see each other?"

"Well, I thought you were mad at me."

"W-what?"

Mario took a sip of his coffee. "You haven't come home in so long. You don't meet my eyes anymore. I thought I did something wrong..."

"So, you aren't mad at me for being with Bowser?"

Mario laughed good-naturedly. "I was a bit shocked at first, sure. But mad? I've seen the way you look at each other. I could never fault you for that! Plus, if I did, I'd be a hypocrite."

Luigi couldn't help but laugh as well, the tightness that had been living in his chest finally loosening. "So you're okay with me and Bowser?"

"Of course bro! He makes you happy, and that makes me happy." He nudged his arm in Luigi's direction. "Hey, you should have him over sometime. We always meet at his castle, or Peach's. We'd need to get him a bigger chair, maybe even a bigger doorway, but we can make it work."

Luigi felt the tears dripping down his cheeks before he even processed he was crying. Mario jumped up from his chair. "Mi dispiace bro, did I say something? I didn't mean to—"

But the tears falling from Luigi's eyes weren't those of sadness. "Thank you, bro," he whispered. "Thank you for understanding. Ti voglio bene."

Mario smiled, pulling Luigi into another hug, one he hadn't realized he'd needed so much. "Of course. I love you too, bro."

#bowuigi #well. implied at least #Luigi #Mario #bowuigi fic #two posts in one day? who am i smh

[ghosts-cyphera]

I have so many ideas for ps!ghost that I'm struggling to know what to work on next. this is awful but also feels really good? but also awful because I feel like I'm drowning?? eek

#I feel like I can't hold on to my inspo for one fic just because my brain is working on two others simultaneously #maybe that means I need a break? I should take break #it's hard to recognise sometimes #oh my god it's 3 am #I thought it was like 1 #jesus fuck well that settled it hahaha #I'll work on whatever I have inspo for tomorrow when I wake up <3 #excited to see!! #lo talks #(too much) #I treat my blog like a diary on some days and I kinda forget that I have a shit ton of followers who might read these updates #and like #I'm sorry hahaha #they're so pointless but hey this is what it looks like to be me #this is my brain 24/7. it's a chaos and I've learned to love it lol

[sparkly-skies]

@reserved-fruit thank you for the link to this video with Kris' heart ring (goes perfectly with Keep Me Grounded, Keep Me Calm, just saying 👀 do you like friends (Bojan and Kris) comforting each other and jokingly proposing while still being deeply serious about how important their friendship is? Go read this!).

Here's some screenshots to look at with me, why? Because I'm a touchstarved bitch and scream and cry at any sighting of physical affection. Thank you Bojan for providing enrichment in my enclosure.

Also this one. Because I see a mention of friends spending time together because they love each other and love spending time together, I scream and screech in missing my friends noises.

#i'm half convinced alistair has saved me on discord as touchstarved fuck or something #anyway. do these fuckers know how LUCKY they are to have their friends this close at any given time? #I spent 2 1/2 weeks at my parents' during christmas and I saw friends I think... three maybe four times #plus a visit at a friend's place across the border for two days #which i was very happy about! i was really happy about the times i did see friends! #but it also sucks that everyone's so busy with their own lives and responsibilites and whatnot that it's this hard to see friends now #plus that one friend who just doesn't answer anyone anymore. just TELL US if you don't want to see us anymore #that's okay. it would still hurt but sometimes a friendship has come to its end and that's okay even if it hurts. but don't just #ghost your entire friend group while still sending snaps and then not answering if we answer there #okay that turned into a rant #because like bojan in the shower with kris i am incapable of shutting the fuck up in the tags #go read that fic! #mine #joker out

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

#snap chats #//twenty page google doc in the background// ignore that. it's mostly for comedic purposes #might also be my fault idk sorry about that. allegedly. idk ive had like three people tell me they started to ship them cause of me 🧍‍♂️ #@mementoasts is another person who's drawn masadai and whose stuff i love and am inspod by .. i love their disneyland fic sm ... #there was another artist on twitter who posted a neat drawing of them but i cant remember who they were and i didnt bookmark it //screams// #recently there's been ANOTHER masadai artist ive started following on twitter - @wifekiryu. his account's n/s/f/w fyi before you go looking #he has a tumblr too @foxdies. i say cause i realized as much recently vjeaKLGJALKGJ #oh but I GUESS ill get deeper into why. /i/ personally ship masadai or whatever #first off they're opposing factions yet their character alignments Do Not Match their roles. stereotypically anyway #aoki who leads the 'surface' of society and is meant to be an admirable figure and someone 'just' when really. he sucks LMAO #though that's not atypical of politicians but just from a stereotypical This Is A Respectable Individual perspective of his role #daigo on the other hand leads the 'underbelly' of society- yk comprised of dangerous criminals and outcasts and whatnot #yet as we know him daigo's compassionate and considerate of his men- he doesnt treat them like tools like aoki does #if put in a room with the two daigo would be most people's choice of person to hang out with. probably open a trapdoor on aoki tbh #and i think thats really cool and epic i always love that kinda Subverting Expectations thing #theres also the fact they both started off like. edgy/angsty in the franchise and then brush up down the line #masato does a stronger 180. publicly. obviously but its still really funny they both have to get their act together #if you wanna talk about in-text reasons. there really is none LMAO I TELLS YOU masadai is pure crack #but if i wanted to pull a muscle reaching then there's daigo being on aoki's side while everyone else is on arakawa's during the funeral #im lying of course. mitsu was behind him. rgg tryna make me forget mitsu exist .... put him back in y8 .... #and ofc ichi joins that side to even out the seating but moving on another Goofy Reason is arakawa being like #'the chairman and my son are like p much the same age Surely he knows how he thinks :)' #and then i just think daigo being all smarmy about outsmarting aoki is really goofy and im choosing to interpret that as personal #they both also have issues with their dad. s. dad/s/. anyway. #tbh the google doc tag was a joke but i really could sit here and list every dumb reason why i think theyre funny together #like i started going over the tag limit so uhhhh yeah needless to say i have a lot of. dumb reasons 💀💀💀💀 #one day ill use the main text for long rambles like this but todays not that day Point Is my imagination is rampant im afraid #so the short and sweet of it is I Think It's Funny. And They'd Be Terrible Together. Which Is Why It's Funny. #and the unfortunate part is anything i find funny i obsess over for a year so. //gestures to the mountain of bullshit thats my masadai tag/

[valyrfia]

George taps the side of the lectern, “Mandatory rookies’ briefing I’m afraid. We all had to have one.”

“Your NDA forms finally came through,” Lando adds, his eyes shining.

Oscar frowns, he’s got a bad feeling about this. “I thought those were all sorted in January?”

“No no,” Lando says, leaning into Oscar, his arm is warm and fits along Oscar’s side. “Those were the official ones, FIA, McLaren, all the boring stuff. This is juicy stuff, the real deal, the 411.”

George grins, teeth flashing as if to rival a shark, “Welcome to grid life, Oscar Piastri.”

In which there's a lot more gossip on the grid than anyone anticipates and Lando and George bring Oscar up to speed.

#my fic #lestappen #two fics in two days? who am i #please I had so much fun writing this just trust me on this one

[suffarustuffaru]

i just. remembered again that i have a fembaru fic but also the premise is. Very Messed Up hah and also it was written before the canon genderbent au with its official genderbend names for everyone so its also outdated on top of that T^T i had like. Genderqueer subtext going on too. but i also wrote this fic like almost two years ago and havent touched it in forever so im unsure if i should go back to it…. o.o but i would love to finish it one day if only for my own satisfaction hah… i had a very detailed outline for ch 2 (its a twoshot) and several scenes written already anyway!! (and also i would probably update those names, make minor edits, etc etc hmm…)

#just thinking about this wip again………… mmmm….. not super confident in my older ao3 fics but the premise for this one was like. i think i #ended up brainstorming it with a friend or two and then i was like wait holy shit howd this play out. and then i took about two weeks to #write ch1? :o #and then i like. REALLY got into revolutionary girl utena after finishing ch1 so like that def bled into um. the themes. #just. thimking…….. bc ive had so many ideas to explore like. themes regarding gender and misogyny and Choice and destiny and queerness and #all sorts of things….. bc rezero Touches on them and is even Detailed on them sometimes and id Love to go in depth. but im also a bit #nervous to bc 1. writing fic is….. so much work sometimes fr and i am but a lazy writer and 2. the slight anxiety of what if i get flamed #o.o wild to think about….. #like. i have ideas for emilia fics that are. definitely darker maybe a bit controversial but i will go off the walls with writing for the #sake of answering the questions of. can this be done. and is it possible to narratively critique canon and fandom treatment of emilia. that #sort of thing. #not that im the best writer ever akdbdnd but i do like darker fiction sometimes. and i also like being meta about things in fiction. and i #also like writing to get out a tiny bit of salt. etc etc. #i tried to write these kinds of thinngs with my atm sole emilia centric fic that i wrote. uhhh more than a year ago? and i would love to try #again one day bc ive def improved and changed as a writer since then. u know what i mean?? :o #just like. rezero and queerness is very interesting to me. #suffaru post #saving this on the blog bc i talked Too Much about my writing process here HAH #my writing process being: HOW FAR CAN I TAKE THIS IDEA AND HOW OFF THE WALLS CAN IT GET???? #in reality tho im really just a massive nerd whos gone down a massive rabbit hole of writing anime fanfic. 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏 #if you actually read all these tags big thank you HAH

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Here is a reason to put even your short prompt fills on AO3 if you've been questioning whether you should or not:

This is my most kudosed fic on AO3

And these are the notes of the Tumblr post where the same fic was first posted

One of those reblogs is the person who sent the prompt.

The other is me

Edit: I read the fics the wrong way around. The tumblr notes are from my third most kudosed fic (it's the same pairing). There are currently 3 comments, 164 kudos, 14 bookmarks, and 1915 hits on a 510 word fic. The tumblr post for the most kudosed fic has 3 notes.

#one of those comments is also me replying to the one person who left a comment but that's not the point #the point is i am thinking about that poll from the other day about whether it's worth putting drabbles on ao3 again #and i guess my answer is what's the point in putting the on just tumblr #it's a fic i wrote in 2020 it's not a new fic and it still pops up in ao3 kudos emails when people find it #pretty sure i only found the post on here because i knew who prompted it and knew i tagged it with their username #like i am fully aware the reason this is my most kudosed fic is it's a ship with two white guys and it's tagged misunderstandings #it's not even close to my best work #so it's not like i expected notes (i never expect notes posting fic on here) #but it does make for a good example of why if you're just posting on tumblr it might get disheartening quickly #*

[wigglys-dikrats]

"How do you go on living when your entire life is taken from you and ghosts from the past won't seem to leave you alone?"

~

hi i have a lot of feelings about the perkins sisters and i hope we see more of them in the future

i also have a lot of paulkins feelings in case you couldnt tell (the title of this fic in my google docs is 'i have a lot of paulkins feelings okay it is 5am' because insomnia means writing angst at 5am, i finished polishing this at 5 this morning)

i started this fic months ago and @tapestryoftrauma beta read an early version of it, you are always appreciated tysm

#i think jane and emma deserve to be assholes together i stand for women being assholes together i think its an underappreciated dynamic #theyre pure sisterly love in this and not assholes but the point still stands that they deserve to be #i have a lot of feelings about the perkins sisters #this fic is as much about jane and emma as paul and emma #emma perkins #jane perkins #paul matthews #tgwdlm #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #fanfic writer #my fic #17k word fic #this is my longest fic #get ready for A n g s t #please read the tags theres some cw for this one #not me isolating myself for months just to get some fics written polished and posted and then posting two in one day who am i #lmao #my post

[crossbackpoke-check]

56 and any Yamo pairing! 🫶

i just wheezed so hard when i saw what the song was i almost snorted coffee out of my nose i am so sorry for this one

#56 - kyoto phoebe bridgers + yamo

the story of how this song ended up on my wrapped is too long so it’s going in the tags but. let me set the scene for you.

2026 NHL GLOBAL SERIES™️ JAPAN - Presented by YPPI

November 13 & 14, 2026: Dallas Stars, Montreal Canadiens, Seattle Kraken, Vancouver Canucks

Saitama Super Arena, Saitama, Japan

It’s a pitiful excuse of a consolation prize for not being able to go to the Olympics, but Kailer’s not going to look a vacation horse in the mouth. The arena’s cool. It’s huge. The people are cool. There’s so many more of them than he thought there’d be with jerseys that have his name on the back, and a lot more that have the familiar orange and blue. He takes a picture of the fifth Oilers Yamamoto jersey he signs—this one’s the good Reverse Retro—and texts it to Connor, says,

no one here has even heard of mcjesus

and gets a moon face emoji in response. Leon’s influence. Kailer’s still never really deciphered what that one means, and he doesn’t think Connor knows either.

They don’t have a lot of time off between games, but Kailer’s trying to be a good tourist. His dad had been so happy when Kailer had told him about the series that Kailer’d had to stop him from trying to book a flight a year in advance, and his mom’s been just as bad, sending him every article she sees about Best New Spot in Tokyo! Cool Restaurant! Have You Seen This Japanese Cat Café? that she scrolls across on Facebook since June. Suzy’s in the same boat, so they’ve been crossing off their compiled travel-guide list together, looping in as many guys as they can. Everyone’s been pretty game. All the teams are crammed into close quarters at the same hotel, which means everyone wants to spend as much time as possible outside of it, and it helps that Kailer’s gotten pretty close with all the other guys that the NHL picked up as Global Series figureheads. Robo’s memes? Absolutely fire. The groupchat loves them.

For every item he crosses off the list, Kailer takes a picture and keeps it tucked in his phone notes. It’s like speed-running a scavenger hunt—they’re only here for four days—but he’s doing a pretty good job. His favorite so far has been all the gardens. They’re stunning, trees shining bright red and yellow, and every vendor has been selling maple candies, maple cakes, and even fried maple, though the official maple festival doesn’t start until next week. The second garden he visits, he does it on his own after practice, buying two cakes from a cart near the gate and walking until he loses the bustle outside. It’s easy to get lost in the winding pathways, heading deeper into the quiet, and there’s dozens of benches underneath the burnished leaves where young couples are tucked away on dates, or old friends are laughing and catching up. In some of the little clearings, there’s small shrines where people leave offerings, a prayer for good luck or good fortune.

Kailer stops at one without any people and sets the second maple cake on top of it, then sits and scrolls through all the texts that he’s missed. His mom gets replied to with a picture of him outside the garden gate, grinning and surrounded by other travelers. He sends his brother a picture of a trashy graphic I Love Japan t-shirt with the threat that he’ll buy one for him, and Kailer’s dad gets a picture of the meticulously arranged and cut bonsai that are across from the bench where he’s sitting. The Seattle groupchat gets a recycled meme from Robo, and he gets two thumbs up and an “LMAO” before he can even exit the thread. Finally, Kailer takes a picture of the half-eaten maple cake in his hand, holding it next to a fallen maple leaf on the bench, and gets halfway through typing another message before he thinks better of it.

(On the plane over, Drieds was reading them a story about how when they first introduced the high-speed railway, people were afraid to use it because they thought it would be too fast for their souls to keep up.

“Bro, if that were true, you just left your soul in the middle of the Pacific,” Ebs had laughed. “Planes are faster than trains.”

“Are they?” Matty asked. “Isn’t the train in Japan the fastest in the world?”

Drieds couldn’t make it through the rest of the story over the sound of everyone ripping Matty to shreds, so Kailer didn’t get to ask whether or not they found out anything about planes. Kailer’s not worried about his soul, but the logic makes a strange kind of sense; after all, he traveled 429 miles in five and a half hours once, and that was a little too fast for his heart to keep up.)

Fuck it. Kailer’s been trying to write a response for the past ten days, and he’s sick of swiping in and out of the message, staring at the keyboard so long he starts to see swirls in his vision.

Kailer drafts the text again and sends it, no context, no caption. A text travels faster than a high-speed train or a jet. Maybe it’ll pick his heart back up on the way.

#I don’t know how this song ended up on my Spotify wrapped because phoebe bridgers is too emotionally damaging for me to listen to like. #at all unless i am In It HOWEVER. there is this one silly video that brings me so much joy and made me feel semi-reasonable about listening #to kyoto & it’s the one video of the two painter guys painting the room & the lil guy is being a menace & the other guy just looks at him s #fondly & so lovingly & is that not the thesis of kailer yamamoto. be small be a menace be beloved by everyone. ANYWAY #liv in the replies #look this was going to be such a different thing and then. my brain went HEY BUDDY GUESS THE FUCK WHAT kyoto is a city in Japan. #day off in kyoto. guess who’s Japanese. guess what the nhl loves to do as HIFE publicity. also growing the AAPI audience is HUGE and i thin #they should. like originally i had NO idea what this was going to be (i’m so lying. the line ‘i’m gonna kill you’ but incredibly fond a la #the two painters video kept replaying in my head and i was like l m a o. klimmer & kailer. no plot all vibes it’s klimmer & Kailer that’s i #there is no real plot there is no actual idea the amount of googling that i did to write just this is UNREASONABLE i would love to be norma #about anything ever but i ALSO invented so much backstory to this that has no way of appearing in the actual fic and also jokes for ME #for instance. YPPI is the american manufacturer for yamaha motorcycles and. suzuki. yamamoto. (it’s not my brainworms it’s due to a fancam) #respectfully also i cannot write this fic. i have never been to japan and i think it would take me eight years to google enough #to be relatively comfortable like y’all have never seen the extensive research i put in to fucking phiLLY and a whole other COUNTRY??? #where the premise of the fic is learning how to be a tourist in your life and sometimes you have to grow out of things? #yeah i AM going to make something with the idea of Momijigari and life is ephemeral. is that a plot? no it’s vibes. #kailer goes to japan in the fall and realizes he’s a liar. who lies. (he misses [redacted]) (the redacted is because i haven’t decided) #also also. the garden reference is because a) i spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON GOOGLE and found out things to do in saitama and also that #kailer’s grandpa had a meticulous garden and i just think that’s neat #hiding-from-reality-56 #random ficlet is unbeta’d un-anything’d i don’t know WHERE this came from or the real plot of it at all. ok thanks byeeeee

[wren-kitchens]

little drabble inspired by this fanart by @spyglahass!

would you believe this took me like. a month to finish

“count fwip,” 

fwip almost winces at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice behind him. he turns around, and immediately feels his face flush.

jimmy is not wearing his cod head, long hair tied up in a simple plait. fwip hadn’t noticed before how similar he looks to lizzie, and despite not being full-fish like her, he is unmistakably a cod.

but that’s not what makes fwip want to curl into a ball and hide for the rest of the evening, no. that is caused by the way his smirk contains an unusual amount of self-confidence, the way his canines barely press against his lower lip, and the way his face (usually obscured by the codhead) is freckled like stars spattered across the night sky.

is it weird that fwip might want to kiss him? it’s probably weird.

“yes?” he doesn’t squeak out of nerves, and if someone’s told you otherwise, they’re not to be trusted.

the smirk widens, and jimmy outstretches a hand. “may I have this dance?” 

oh. oh dear.

“oh- uh. yes?” 

this was entirely an oversight. fwip expected to be alone, or dancing with gem, sausage and pearl, none of whom would care about his distinct lack of grace.

“something wrong?” jimmy’s voice is making it hard to think.

“oh, no, nothing at all.” fwip laughs nervously, letting jimmy lead him into the centre of the room. shit! fuck!

“you do know how to dance, I take it?” jimmy raises an eyebrow, and man if that isn’t a good look on him. could his enemy stop being gorgeous for ten seconds? please and thank you?

“uhm.” fwip’s voice is breathy and very embarrassing. “well, I mean-“

“oh, fwip,” jimmy looks practically delighted. “you don’t, do you?”

“shut up.” fwip grumbles.

“you’re so cute.” jimmy teases (not shutting up). “oh, come here, i’ll teach you.”

fwip eyes him suspiciously. “why?”

“well, I couldn’t dance with someone who didn’t know how.” jimmy says. 

“since when were you gentlemanly?” fwip raises an eyebrow, but steps forward anyway.

jimmy’s eyes glint and he rests his hand against fwip’s waist. “oh, it’s nothing to do with that.”

“couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?” fwip finds himself pressing closer, getting in jimmy’s space. “take me to dinner first, codfather.”

fwip grins with self-satisfaction as a faint pink dusts jimmy’s cheeks, but he regains his composure almost immediately. fwip is almost impressed.

“someone’s eager.” jimmy smirks. 

not impressed, definitely not impressed.

“you-“

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” jimmy traces fwip’s jawbone with his fingertip, touch featherlight. fwip might actually just die on the spot. “it’s ever so cute.”

fwip finds himself utterly speechless. he would really appreciate if jimmy could stop doing that to him.

“but where are my manners?” jimmy moves his hand down to take fwip’s again. “I promised you a dance.”

fwip almost manages a snarky comeback, but jimmy puts his hand on fwip’s waist and he loses all intelligent thought.

“have I mentioned that you are infuriating.” fwip says through gritted teeth. 

“that’s a very rude thing to say to someone who is teaching you to dance.” jimmy says, pretending to pout.

“you’ve not done that yet.” fwip tells him.

“someone’s impatient.” jimmy smirks. “follow my lead.”

internally cursing the codfather and his stupid smile, fwip begrudgingly looks down to copy jimmy.

he immediately steps on his foot, and mutters an apology. jimmy doesn’t react, but fwip is too busy concentrating to notice.

as a kid, fwip would skive dance lessons, insisting they weren’t of any use. why learn to walk slowly in a circle when you could be inventing a flying machine? but, occasionally he would get caught and have to learn the basics of the waltz.

now, the voice of fwip’s dance instructor plays in his head, listing ‘one-two-three, one-two-three’. fwip wants to strangle everyone here and then himself. stupid parties and stupid dances and stupid pretty men who smirk and have freckles.

fwip stumbles, and jimmy’s hold on him tightens.

“sorry.” fwip says instinctively, glancing up for a split second.

there’s nothing teasing in jimmy’s eyes, no grins or winks. instead, there’s something- almost gentle. fwip must not have looked properly.

“do you think you’re ready to start looking up,” jimmy says after a moment. “or do you think you’ll get distracted?”

fwip glares up at him, decidedly not sidetracked by the swoop of jimmy’s hair falling across his face. 

“you are an asshole.” fwip says.

“how kind of you to say.” jimmy bats his eyes.

“what else do i do.” it’s a question, but he says it like a statement. 

the look on jimmy’s face immediately tells fwip he’s not going to like the answer. “I spin you.”

fwip’s face heats up, but he remains glaring. “get it over with then.”

“you know, sometimes i think you don’t like me.” jimmy says.

“we’re enemies.” fwip reminds him. “i’m not meant- woah!”

jimmy takes that moment to spin fwip, catching him entirely off guard. so much so, that fwip nearly falls flat on his face.

jimmy, luckily, catches him before fwip manages to make an even bigger fool of himself. fwip then, unluckily, falls against jimmy’s chest, feeling like the wind has been sucked out of his lungs.

“fuck you.” he breathes.

“please, we’re in public.” jimmy looks pleased with himself. fwip wants to hit him.

“you know, sometimes I think you enjoy this too much.” fwip mutters.

“oh? how do you mean?” jimmy is smirking, and this time he’s looking directly down at fwip.

fwip can’t decide if he loves or hates that look on him, but either way he’s in desperate need of it being slapped off his face.

or maybe..

fwip gathers all his self confidence, and smirks right on back. he grabs the collar of jimmy’s shirt and pulls him down. 

“like this.” he tells him, and pulls him into a kiss.

jimmy makes a surprised noise. fwip is about to pull away when jimmy kisses back, and-

oh, what a kiss it is.

jimmy’s hand is on fwip’s waist, and it’s like he’s gone shy, because he gasps when fwip nips at his bottom lip, and blushes when fwip murmurs in his ear, “you’re just so pretty, darling.”

when they both pull away, jimmy is extraordinarily red, and fwip is extremely smug about it.

“go fuck yourself.” jimmy tells him, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there. at the same time, he looks like he’s trying to hide how pleased he is.

“you’re cute when you blush.” fwip grins, knowing his face is just as red.

“I owe joel so many diamonds.” jimmy whines.

“you- wh-“ fwip splutters. “what happened with that?”

“with what?” jimmy looks genuinely confused.

“that!” fwip exclaims, indignant. “the whole- ‘oh, we’re in public’,” he mocks jimmy’s voice. “what was that?!”

“I- look, I am not good at flirting, okay?” jimmy protests. “this- I was getting nowhere before!”

“before? what do you mean before?!”

“you of all people should know I am not normally this suave.” jimmy says. “at the start of the cod war I was just hoping you would notice, but-“

“you were flirting then!?” fwip is almost shouting now. jimmy shushes him, looking immensely embarrassed.

“I told you I was bad!” he whisper-yells.

“bad is an understatement.” fwip tells him. “oh my god, this whole time?”

jimmy nods meekly. 

“you absolute- how am I attracted to you?” fwip says. 

“well, I assume it was the false confidence.” jimmy says. “if you don’t anymore-“

“jimmy, if anything, I like you more.”

“oh.” jimmy somehow goes redder. “well that- i’m- i’m glad.”

fwip looks at him, and can’t help smiling. “can I kiss you again?”

jimmy nods, grinning awkwardly. “definitely.”

the second kiss is even better than the first.

#fwimmy #fish husbands #there is like zero new content for this ship smh #hoax writes #two fics in one day?? who am I??

[ghost-proofbaby]

real talk: since starting to write in the fandom in august (technically july but i started posting in august), i think i can count on one hand the weeks i have gone without posting. like, with shire, i updated twice weekly, and with this fic i've updated once a week at least, and that's not even counting all the random one shots i've posted or surprise chapters i dropped.

the fact that i have been nonstop writing and posting for nearly ten months now is mindblowing, and even moreso when it comes to how kind you all have been to the content i put out. it's just wild to wrap my head around. and the fact i still have a life and work and school beyond it all? what the hell???

anyways my point is i'm amazed writers block hasn't gotten my ass yet and i'm also really grateful for all your support. i love y'all <3

#seriously #i think there was only two weeks in total i didn't post haha #who am i if i am not writing for stranger things lol #good lord #one day i'll count up all the words i've written amongst the fics haha #anyways ignore me #hailey talks too much #part of me sometimes still feels like i should have more to show for it ngl #but that's just imposter syndrome probably #i need to finish setting up and posting my 3k celebration #also worth noting who am i if not rambling in the tags lol