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feeling good ~ johnny knoxville

word count: 1823

request?: yes!

“I’m not too sure if you’d write for the Jackass, but I’m going out on a limb here. I wanted to request Johnny Knoxville smut, just him eating you out like his life depended on it and maybe him cumming in his pants. Idk why I just feel like that man goes feral for pussy. Thank you.”

“Hiya, would you be able to do a Johnny Knoxville smut?? Can literally be anything!!”

“hey i've just read your Johnny Knoxville fics and I LOVED them! I think you're an incredible writer!!

If it's okay (and you don't have to write it if you don't want to) but would you be able to write a Johnny Knoxville x female reader smut? Literally anything!!

Thank you!!!”

description: in which he gets a little too turned on while making her feel good

pairing: johnny knoxville x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving), this might be more of a blurb than a one shot/imagine, but let’s see where it goes (which isn’t really a warning but i feel like i have to state that now)

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was an understatement to say that Johnny worshipped your pussy. Every second he could get he would want to be giving it all the love and attention he felt it deserved, whether that be playing with it, fingering it, fucking it just the way you wanted him to. But his favorite way to worship your pussy was by going down on you.

There was no place Johnny would rather be than laying on this stomach or down on his knees with his head between your thighs and his tongue absolutely devouring your clit. It was his favorite way to get you prepped for his cock, although sometimes he didn’t even need to put himself inside of you to get off. All he needed was his tongue against you, your thighs around his head, and the beautiful sounds of your moans filling his ears.

Johnny was absolutely feral for your pussy.

You’d never complain about his love for going down on you, though. Not that you could, honestly. When Johnny’s tongue was on you, you could barely form a coherent sentence. He made you feel so good in a way you didn’t even know was possible. You half-jokingly told him more than once that you had wasted all your life with guys who were “afraid to eat pussy”, and he wholeheartedly agreed.

Your favorite was when he would wake you with his tongue, which was how your day had started on this particular morning.

You were already in the middle of a wet dream involving Johnny when you were slowly roused from your slumber by a pleasurable feeling between your legs. At first, you just thought you were still dreaming. It wasn’t until you felt the sharp sting of Johnny’s fingernails digging into your thighs that you realized this was real, and you quickly opened your eyes so you could take a good look at your loving boyfriend beneath the covers.

You pulled back the covers and ran a hand through Johnny’s graying hair. Feeling your touch, he looked up at you with those lustful brown eyes that you loved so much.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said.

“Good morning,” you responded, your sentence capped off with a gasp as Johnny ran his tongue through your folds again. “I’ll never get over waking up this way.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I don’t intend on stopping this any time soon.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he dove back into your pussy. Your head fell back against the pillow as you moaned in pure ecstasy. Johnny’s tongue ran from your clit down to your pussy, lapping up the pool of arousal that was forming there. One hand gripped the sheets beneath you as the other held firmly to Johnny’s head, attempting to stay grounded however you could.

He started by lapping slow, long strokes from your cunt to your clit. A repetitive back and forth that had your toes curling already. After being teased by your dream, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to last long. You desperately wanted to feel him inside of you, but you knew it was no use in asking him to stop just yet. For one, he was going to want you to cum in his mouth. That was a given. But also, you knew that if he did stop now to fuck you, he’d just be right back where he started after a short break so he could get what he wanted.

There's no harm in multiple orgasms, you thought to yourself. I’ll have him inside of me either way.

What you didn’t know was that this was turning Johnny way more than he felt it should’ve. Of course, it wasn’t the first time that the action of eating you out alone had gotten him this rock hard and ready to burst. Most times he felt like this, actually. He had never voiced that to you in fear of what you’d think of him getting off to just eating you out. It always made him feel like a teenage boy again instead of a grown man.

But most times when Johnny got too turned on just from eating you out, he would get you to cum almost immediately so he could fuck you and get his own release. Since he had gotten a bit of a head start (no pun intended) before you woke up, he felt like he was dangerously balancing on the edge of his own orgasm. He didn’t think he’d last long even when he finally got to put himself inside of you.

His tongue strokes became quicker and more desperate. His face was buried in your pussy, his tongue shoving as deep into you as he possibly could. Feeling the tip of his tongue protruding your tight hole caused your body to tremor with the build up of your orgasm. You gripped his hair tightly and pulled it a little, causing him to moan into your dripping folds. His dick was so painfully hard that all he craved was to feel your cunt gripping him tightly, milking his cum out of him while he got to look down at your beautiful face.

Johnny rutted his hips into the mattress in hopes of getting some relief, but it proved to be a bad idea when he felt his own orgasm creeping up on him. Even the slightest breeze could push him over the edge at this point. He didn’t want to hurry you along too much, but he was beyond desperate at this point.

You started chanting his name like it was the only word that you knew. That’s how he knew you were getting close. He gripped your thighs so tightly that he was leaving crescent marks imprinted on your soft skin. He ate you out like you were the last meal he would ever have, feeling your body tense up and wanting to feel it release as soon as possible.

“Johnny!” you cried out as you felt the coil inside of you snap suddenly. He moaned into you, the vibrations running throughout your body like extra pleasure.

You whimpered as Johnny pulled away from you. His lips and chin were glistening from your juices, a sight that turned you on enough to want to go for a round two almost immediately. You reached out for him as he started to lift himself off of the bed, but he caught your wrists in your hands before you could pull off his pajama pants.

“I...uh...I may need a minute,” he said.

You looked at him in confusion as he got off the bed and made his way into the ensuite bathroom. You couldn’t understand why he wanted to take a break before fucking you. Usually, once he made you cum, he’d have himself balls deep inside of you now and fucking your brains out.

It wasn’t until you moved to close your legs and felt a wet patch near your feet that you got an idea as to what had happened.

When Johnny exited the bathroom, sans his pants and boxers, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.

“Did you cum just from going down on me?” you asked.

You didn’t mean for it to sound judgmental. You definitely were not about to make any negative comments after making this discovery. You didn’t want Johnny to feel bad, and also you found it very hot that he was able to get off like that. But your question caused a look of embarrassment to cross over Johnny’s face. You quickly sat up onto your knees and moved to the edge of the bed to take his face in your hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey,” you said in a soft, soothing voice. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I just wanted some confirmation on if that’s what happened or not.”

“I don’t want to confirm it,” Johnny muttered. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”

“No it’s not! Baby, that’s hot.”

“You think it’s hot that I came in my pants like a fucking middle schooler getting dry humped for the first time?”

You chuckled and pulled him so that he was sat on the bed next to you. “Okay, I understand why you may think it’s embarrassing. But to me, it’s really fucking hot to know that you got off that much by going down on me. Is that the first time it’s ever happened?”

Johnny nodded. He tried to look away from you, but you put a hand under his chin and forced him to look back up at you.

“No embarrassment,” you reminded him. “I’m just asking questions.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, it’s the first time. I’ve gotten turned on to a point where I was close before, but I’ve never gone that far where I came just from eating you out. Usually we fuck before I get to that point, but I guess where you were asleep when I started today, and I was already hard from my morning wood, I just...couldn’t hold it back.”

You leaned forward to press a kiss on Johnny’s cheek, moving inwards until your lips were nearly touching his ear.

“I think that’s really fucking hot,” you whispered in his ear, nibbling it slightly before pulling away. Red started to crawl up his neck towards his face as he looked at you with wide eyes. “You like eating this pussy so much that it makes you cum?”

He nodded, unable to form any words. You noticed his dick twitch and begin to grow slightly. You smirked to yourself as you reached between the two of you and wrapped your hand around the base. He gasped as you pumped him slightly, helping him along to become harder.

“I think it’s so hot that you definitely deserve the pleasure that you were robbed from getting earlier,” you continued. “Do you think you’d be okay with that? Can your cock handle feeling my tight pussy around it right now?”

He moaned and grabbed your face to kiss you deeply in response. By now, his dick was rock hard yet again and throbbing in your hand. He pulled at your shirt, the only article of clothing in the way of leaving the two of you completely bare. You broke the kiss long enough for him to pull the shirt over your head and throw it onto the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. You pushed him so he was laying down on the bed and straddled his lap.

“You took such good care of me this morning, I think it’s time I took care of you,” you told him. “Is that okay?”

“Fuck, that’s more than okay,” he breathed. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. How did I ever get so lucky?”

You giggled and leaned down to kiss him. “Because you know how to give good head.”

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HELLO HOPE UR HAVING A NICE DAY! i would like to request a shinobu x fem!reader(she/her) :) ok so, this is when shinobu is in her past personality and kanae is still alive, reader has a crush on the grumpy shinobu and tries to court her but, shinobu denies all of the reader’s confessions because shes scared to be in a relationship considering the world theyre in. (obv reader doesnt give up but i wouldnt either) fast travel to kanaes death and reader tries to cheer shinobu up but suddenly shinobu just snaps at the reader (due to stress and overwhelmness) and tells reader to leave her alone for good and reader does just that. reader stops with trying to court shinobu and shinobu will lowkey miss the readers shenanigans and shinobu deeply regrets yelling at reader, so shinobu goes to reader and apologizes and they live happily ever after! I HOPE THAT WASNT TOO COMPLICATED! I TRIED TO MAKE IT SIMPLE BUT MY BRAIN IS IMAGINING SO MUCH AND I HAD RO GET THIS ONE OUT 😍 I LOVE ALL OF YOUR FICS AND YOUVE BEEN MY FAV SHINOBU WRITER IN TUMBLR! HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT -⭐️

A Trade of Equal Value

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I had a pretty good time writing this one (even if I was still working on it at 2am last night lol)! The timeline is also kinda scuffed because I didn’t want to write in the four years between Kanae’s death and where Shinobu is mentally by the time Tanjirou and Co come around, but I still imagine her at the same age she is when the boys are introduced. I also got pretty angsty with Kanae’s death and Shinobu lashing out, but as usual, it turns out alright in the end.I feel like I should also note that Shinobu has a panic attack which I have bracketed with ‘~~~’. Shinobu even gets a little Gomez Addams-y at the end which I think is pretty nice if I do say so myself. Thanks for the request, I hope you like the result! Word Count: 4,906

“Shinobu, wait up!”

Shinobu exhaled audibly and Kanae giggled beside her, hooking her arm with Shinobu’s so that she couldn’t escape the other demon slayer quickly catching up to them.

“Be nice,” Kanae advised her.

“I’m plenty nice.” Shinobu whispered defensively. She enjoyed (Y/n)’s company more than most of the other people she had to deal with on a daily basis, but she was just getting back from a mission that lasted all night and she was too tired to cater to whatever scheme (Y/n) was cooking up this time.

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) caught up to the sisters and hugged Shinobu from behind, “And hello to you too, Kanae-san!”

“Hello, (Y/n)-chan, how was your night?” Kanae asked, nearly smirking as her rosy-cheeked sister attempted to free herself from (Y/n)’s embrace. (Y/n) showed Shinobu mercy by letting her go and walking at her side instead.

“Pretty quiet. Everything went alright on your end?”

“Just fine.” Kanae confirmed.

“Good! So, um, Shinobu,”

Oh gods, here she goes again… Shinobu braced herself.

“There is a street festival going on in downtown Tokyo tomorrow. Want to go check it out with me? As a date? Or not… whatever you are more comfortable with.”

“What a fun idea!” Kanae spoke on Shinobu’s behalf, “She’ll be happy to go with you!”

“Neesan!” Shinobu objected.

“Am I wrong?” Kanae pouted, “would you not like to spend time with (Y/n)? Should I maybe go with her instead? I wouldn’t mind getting out for the day.”

Shinobu turned her head so (Y/n) couldn’t see her face and scowled at Kanae. Never let it be said that Kanae couldn’t be as conniving as she was kind.

Shinobu had met (Y/n) during Final Selection. They had spent most of that hellish week together, quickly forming a rapport that continued even after they made it out of the wisteria forest. They went on missions together often and spent a lot of off time together too.

They grew very close, close enough that Shinobu’s mood would sour when (Y/n) wasn’t around. Close enough that Kanae felt the need to tease her about how close they walked together in the halls. Close enough that (Y/n) had confessed to Shinobu a few weeks ago and was now trying yet another courting attempt.

Shinobu enjoyed spending time with (Y/n), but if they became any closer than they already were and (Y/n) went out for a mission and never came back, Shinobu was afraid of where that would leave her. It was hard enough to lose people she had met in passing, friends, family… she didn’t want to know what it was like to lose a romantic partner too. She had already witnessed such a thing a few months back.

There was a fiancée of one slayer Shinobu had known in passing since she was a Kakushi. She had been sent to clean up a location before another demon was discovered in the area. Woefully ill-equipped to deal with the situation, she had lost her life.

When the slayer who was her betrothed had received the news, he deteriorated over the next three weeks before finally passing away in his bed at the Butterfly Estate. Shinobu had fumed over the loss.

“There was nothing wrong with him!” She had exclaimed heatedly, angry at the situation. She had been unable to find anything physically wrong with the young man in all the tests she had done.

Kanae smiled sympathetically and put her hands on Shinobu’s shoulders as they watched the Kakushi remove the covered body from the infirmary.

“Sometimes there is just no curing a broken heart,” She had replied.

“I’ll go.” Shinobu gave Kanae a warning glare when her lips split into a larger smile, then she turned back to (Y/n), making the girl jump at the intensity of her stare, “But it is not a date.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes briefly and exhaled softly through her nose before giving Shinobu a small shrug and a relaxed smile, “Understood.”

That’s how it always went. (Y/n) sweetly telling Shinobu she loved her with little gifts and proposed outings with intentions clear. It became as normal a part of their relationship as anything else they did together.

Time and time again, Shinobu would deny her, but always kept her close. She would never admit it, never give herself a moment to reflect on it, but every time (Y/n) expressed her interest in courting her, although Shinobu denied her at every turn, she always felt a sense of relief that (Y/n) was still interested in her.

There had been a few occasions where (Y/n) had gotten friendly with other people and put Shinobu on edge. These instances made her feel jealous and more irritable than what was common for the younger of the Kochou sisters, but (Y/n) always came back to her in the end, even if Shinobu had to do a little prodding behind the scenes.

Kanae had noticed one such occasion and gently scolded Shinobu for it.

“If you are not intending to pursue a courtship with (Y/n), you really mustn’t sabotage the potential for her to find someone who wants to do what you will not. That wouldn’t be fair. Don’t keep her heart if you are not going to share yours in return. Regardless of what you decide, you must treat (Y/n) well. Friend or lover. Do you understand, Shinobu?”

To be lectured by Kanae was truly humbling and even embarrassing to an extent. If Kanae actually scolded someone, one would assume they must have really deserved it. Which is why Shinobu grunted a quick, “yes”, with her eyes cast shamefully to the floor before all but stomping away.

So maybe she had gone a bit overboard interfering with (Y/n)’s sparring partner’s recovery training schedule, but in her defense, (Y/n) was her partner first. Even if she had been okay with back to back sessions, Shinobu didn’t want anything less than (Y/n)’s best when they sparred so that meant nameless-sparkly-eyed-touchy-slayer had to find something else to occupy their time.

Turning the corner after exiting Kanae’s room, she found (Y/n) waiting for her. Leaning against the wall with a couple of wooden swords in her hands, she offered one to Shinobu with a inquisitive look.

“Want to let off some steam?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Shinobu managed a small grin at the offer, taking the sword and ignoring the tingles that traveled through her body when their hands touched.

This was what she wanted, the same steadfast compatibility they had when they met in the forest. Nothing scary, just them in their most pure and uncomplicated form. Was that so wrong? Kanae shouldn’t judge Shinobu for wanting this… the only opinions that mattered in this instance were her own and (Y/n)’s, and perhaps that was true to an extent, but Kanae’s wisdom about treating (Y/n)’s heart with care should not have been so easily pushed to the back of Shinobu’s mind… because it would be the last time such advice left Kanae’s lips.

The preparations for Kanae’s funeral had simultaneously happened agonizingly slow and all too fast. The most time Shinobu had to process her sister’s death was probably in those moments holding her beaten and bloodied body waiting for the Kakushi to collect her from the battlefield. She had held her long enough to notice how her skin had gone cold as the sunrise broke over the hills much too late to save the Hashira from her unforgiving fate. The emptiness she felt when the Kakushi finally arrived and gently took Kanae’s weight off of her almost felt worse than the initial death.

But there was no time to dwell on that. There was work to do. Cremation, service, paperwork, becoming the head of the mansion and taking on all of the duties that entailed. Meetings with Oyakata-sama himself and his condolences and hopes for her moving forward. She had already been close to becoming eligible for a Hashira position herself, but she hadn’t thought she would soon be replacing her sister instead of sitting beside her.

~~~

When she could finally be alone, Shinobu collapsed onto the tatami floor of her bedroom and wept, Kanae’s haori tightly wound within her grasp. What would she do? What would she do without her? Her sister, who loved and understood her more than any other, gone with one last, rattling breath that even now echoed within Shinobu’s ears. Her own breathing now was too shallow, her eyes stung and she couldn’t see. Her stomach felt cold and heart twisted so viscously in her chest that she felt physically ill.

Hands suddenly wrapped around her biceps and she tried to pull away, still struggling to breathe. The hands left for but a moment before they returned, fingers touching more cautiously than before. Slowly running up and down her arms to her hands and then back up to shoulders and the back of her neck, continuing the motion repeatedly.

Over time, the static in her ears dissipated and she was able to hear a soft voice, urging her to breath. She suddenly felt so exhausted that she couldn’t keep herself upright and fell forward, but instead of the floor, forehead fell against something more solid, but not hard. The arms wrapped around her and the voice continued to coax her to breathe, now gently swaying her from side to side.

~~~

Shinobu had no idea how much time had passed when she finally had the strength to pull away, seeing (Y/n) looking over her with worry. It made her feel so small and powerless and… and angry.

“Why,” Shinobu rasped sharply, “are you here?”

(Y/n) flinched backward at Shinobu’s tone, swallowing a lump in the back of her throat before answering.

“With everything that happened, I was worried about you. I could hear you from the hall, you scared me.”

“So?” Shinobu spat, trying to get up, but her legs weren’t cooperating. (Y/n) reached forward to help her, “Don’t.” Shinobu quickly rebuffed.

(Y/n)’s hands returned to her lap, tightly clasped. “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen you like this before. Please, tell me how I can help.”

“I don’t want your help.” Shinobu growled. “Why, why can’t you just leave me alone? You just can’t take no for an answer, can you?” Shinobu wasn’t yelling, but the harshness of her tone was just as sharp in (Y/n)’s ears. “Help me,” She scoffed, though it sounded more like a whimper in her ears, making her more angry, “unless you can bring the dead back to life, stay the hell away from me.”

“Shinobu, please—“

Shinobu was so full of rage and anguish, her misdirected anger only became more pointed. The lack of control was eating at her, she felt like she was lost on treacherous seas, trying to stay afloat by dragging (Y/n) under the churning black water so that she could maybe get just one full breath without swallowing the salty brine. It would be so easy. The one thing that she could control.

“This isn’t something you can fix! This isn’t a fairy tale where you get the girl by saying a few sappy half-baked sentiments. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want you?”

The words struck (Y/n) deeply, but she tried to power through, “That’s not why I’m here, Shinobu. I swear I’m not expecting anything to change. You’re hurting, and as your friend I—“

“You aren’t my friend!” Shinobu shouted. “Time and time again you ask to court me. Time and time again I refuse you. Your narcissism knows no bounds... The kindness you are attempting to show me is a forgery! A means to the end you keep badgering me for! You are reprehensible, a thorn wedged in my side, I can’t stand you, can’t you see that?! Leave!”

Shinobu’s heavy breathing was deafening in the quiet left behind by her words. Glaring down at (Y/n), she felt no lighter. No weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. In fact, as the sound of silence grew, the air around them only seemed to become thicker.

After stewing in the silence, (Y/n) attempted to speak. Her voice cracked on the first word and with it, Shinobu’s heart. She slowly got to her feet as if she had been physically beaten, avoiding Shinobu’s eyes as she turned away to wipe at her own.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered through a hitched sob that made Shinobu’s blood chill, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt like that.”

Tell her you don’t. Take it all back, hurry. Try to make it better. Don’t let her slip away too. A hurried whisper within Shinobu’s mind pleaded, but she found herself mute, still and rigid as a statue. Her mind was fuzzy, yet somehow working in overdrive, but she appeared to not have the means to do anything about it.

“I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. It was hard enough asking the first time, I wouldn’t have asked again if Kanae-san,” another choked sob, “if she hadn’t encourage me to keep trying, if she hadn’t sounded so sure that you felt the same, I wouldn’t have bothered you after that...

Even so, I should have noticed how you really felt. I didn’t pay close enough attention, yet I still claimed to love you. I really am the worst, huh?”

Shinobu could see the terrible false smile (Y/n) wore as she slowly slid the door open and shuffled into the hall. The voice in Shinobu’s head screamed at her to move, to speak, to stop (Y/n) from slipping out of the room completely, but she still stood stubbornly frozen.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

The door closed, furthering the chasm between them and casting Shinobu’s room in darkness once more. She could hear (Y/n)’s footsteps fading, but instead of following, she slid back down to the floor in a strange state between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Not quite grasping the gravity of this event until much later when the other girls finally had her eating and sleeping properly again and she had some time to reflect.

(Y/n) had made good on her promise to leave Shinobu alone. When Shinobu had worked up the courage to find her and apologize for all the awful things she said nearly a month ago, the room that was all but officially (Y/n)’s was uniform with the other empty rooms spread across the mansion.

Kiyo had found her standing in the doorway and timidly approached.

“(Y/n)-san told us that she was going to ask the Stone Hashira if he was willing to take on another Tsuguko. Her crow sent us a letter a couple days later. She was accepted. The Kakushi helped relocate her belongings.”

“Oh.” Shinobu softly exclaimed, because what else could she say? It was either that or sink to the floor like a slug and Shinobu wasn’t quite ready to go that route yet.

“But now that you know, you could go talk to her. If you wanted to.” Kiyo cautiously added. She and the other girls may or may not have caught wind of what had happened, but were too nervous to try to interfere before now.

“Thank you, Kiyo. I think I will do just that.”

***

“Himejima-san, please.”

Shinobu couldn’t believe that Gyomei of all people was getting in her way of speaking to (Y/n). The man who had saved her and introduced her to a cultivator had been a father figure to her for years now and to have him standing in her way like he was now stung.

“It is not my decision to make,” Gyomei shook his head, still standing firm, “She does not wish to see you. Why that is, I do not know, but it is the decision she has made and one that I must honor.”

“I need to see her, it’s urgent.” She insisted.

“Is her health failing?”

“No.”

“Does she have a mission?”

“…No.”

“Then I see no reason to yield, young Kochou.” Gyomei shook his head woefully, “But I can tell this is important to you, if you have a message for her, I shall relay it for you if you are comfortable.”

Shinobu stared past Gyomei, looking longingly at the towering fence that enclosed his estate. She honed in on the sound of slayers training beyond the walls, hoping to hear (Y/n)’s voice among the shouts and grunts and clacking practice swords, but heard no such sound in the commotion.

“Can I write it out myself?” She asked Gyomei. He nodded.

“I will allow it… Again, I don’t know what this is about, but take time and care in writing what you want to say. You can send En by when you’ve completed your letter or hand it off to myself.”

“Very well. I shall do that.” With one last look at the tall fence, Shinobu turned to leave and Gyomei spoke up once more.

“Do not get disheartened if you do not get the results you hope for right away. Find a happy medium between patience and persistence and perhaps she will come around.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you.”

As soon as Shinobu got home, she locked herself in her office for hours and every attempted draft of apology could not even begin to touch on all she regretted. Her waste bin was overflowing by the time she had something that didn’t immediately make her want to rip the offending paper in two. Before she could change her mind, she sent En off with the letter and waited anxiously for a reply. Hoping beyond hope they could go back to where they were before. Shinobu needed that familiarity and stability. She craved it. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait terribly long for a reply, but unfortunately it read,

I’m relieved to hear you are in a better place, but just as you have had time to reflect on that night, I have as well.

Your words that night hurt me in a way that I’ve never been hurt before, made worse by the fact that it was you who had said them to me.

Part of me wanted to be furious with you, I thought that I should be, but I wasn’t. I was empathetic to your loss and the new responsibilities that were thrust upon you. But even though I tried to convince myself that you lashed out because of the pressure, I believe there was some truth in what you had said.

If I could go back in time, I would have just kept my feelings to myself to spare us all the trouble. Despite this, I am happy that you hope to patch things up between us.

However, in my reflection, I came to the conclusion that even after all of this, I am still hopelessly in love with you despite everything. In the interest of preserving my heart, and saving you from the discomfort of my affections, I do not think it wise for us to reconnect. At least, not until I manage to get over you. I don’t know how long that will take, but given that not a waking hour passes that I don’t think about you, it probably won’t be any time soon.

I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable to read this, I’m just trying to be honest. Tell the girls I said hi, and please take care of yourself.

Wishing you the best,

(Y/n)

“Wishing you the best?” Shinobu hissed under her breath, the paper crinkling between the harsh pinching of her fingertips. “There is no best of me without you, idiot.”

Shinobu allowed herself time to cry, but not a lot. Gyomei’s words were still on her mind. If she wanted (Y/n) back, she wasn’t going to get her by crying, but now she needed to make a very important choice.

Continue to push for friendship, or confront the romantic feelings that she had fought like hell to keep hidden. Was accepting those feelings and the vulnerability the would bring worse than not having (Y/n) in her life at all?

“Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Shinobu softly pondered the old proverb. Kanae had been a fan of the saying and Shinobu had never really understood the sentiment until now.

Though she was going to fight like hell to be worthy of the love she had lost and reclaim it once more.

***

“Another letter? En, that’s three just today. You don’t have to bend to her every whim.” (Y/n) fussed over the bird, setting her up with fresh water and seed.

“It is important to Shinobu, so it is important to me.” The loyal crow proudly stated, though she was very grateful for (Y/n)’s continued hospitality.

“Just try not to over do it.” (Y/n) sighed and unfurled the letter, quickly catching the pressed flowers within and quietly cursing as bits of the brittle plants flaked off and fell to the floor. She carefully paced the dried flowers on her desk and scanned over the letter, finding it to be another poem. “What is she trying to achieve here? Why is she doing this?”

“To win back your trust, your heart,” En cocked her head left and then right, “Is it not obvious? Should I suggest being more direct?”

“Why does she want my heart so badly all of the sudden?” A bit of irritation slipping into her tone, “Is it something she wants to seal up in a jar? Bet she’d enjoying having it up on a shelf in the lab. Maybe a paper weight on her desk.”

“You humans vex me,” En’s feathers ruffled, “just give each other something shiny and make up.”

“If only it were that simple.” (Y/n) murmured, finishing her curt response to Shinobu’s poem, denying her a visit once again. She then placed the letter beside En. “You can take your time heading back, and if she tries to insist on a fourth delivery today, turn her down for the good of your health.”

En released a low caw that could only be interpreted as a scoff. Promptly scooping up the letter and taking her leave, passing Gyomei in the hallway.

“(Y/n), is all well? You are late for training.”

(Y/n) winced, “I’m so sorry Master. I got distracted.”

“Kochou-san again?”

“Yes…”

“And you still will not see her?” (Y/n)’s silence was answer enough. “Why?”

“I guess when it comes right down to it, I’m scared. Whether it’s me putting my own heart out there, or her actively trying to obtain it, I feel like it will inevitably end the same and I don’t think I could go through that again.”

Gyomei hummed thoughtfully, “I think I understand your concerns. Matters of the heart are certainly not easy. Especially when it has already been hurt before. I’m sure you will make your peace with her soon, but I pray that peace and satisfaction will find you sooner.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Can I expect you to join the rest of your peers for training now?”

“Of course!”

“Wonderful. I expect you to have two boulders beaten down to gravel by nightfall.”

(Y/n)’s shoulders slumped and she suppressed a groan.

“Yes, sir.”

This would be a long day…

***

Shinobu halfheartedly paged through the new medicinal tome that had arrived the day prior. She had been eagerly anticipating its arrival for months, but now with En’s latest return proving she had failed to entice (Y/n) once again, she hardly had the motivation.

She was surprised when Gyomei’s crow, Zekka, came to perch at her window some hours later. She took the letter from his beak and he quickly flew off. He was not expecting a reply, she supposed. She unfurled the textured paper and scanned the punched message which simply read,

The best way to receive what it is you are looking for, is to give something of equal value in return.

Himejima Gyomei

“Really, Himejima-san, is this supposed to be a riddle?” Shinobu shook her head, but a determined spark lit up her eyes and she got to work.

***

(Y/n) slumped to the ground, uncaring that she was resting in a pile of rubble. She had destroyed the boulders just as the sun had sank behind the mountains, but at what cost? Himejima seemed nice, but his training was beyond brutal. If the secret of Stone Breathing was to make one’s arms as heavy and stiff as stone, (Y/n) was surely going to be a Master in no time. Her eyes drooped shut. It wouldn’t be the first time she took a dirt nap after training, but an insistent voice was preventing that.

“Hello, hello, please don’t fall asleep out here, (Y/n). I could probably name ten different reasons why it would be a horrible decision.”

Cold hands prodded at her face and sore arms, making her groan in protest and try to shimmy away.

“If you don’t massage and stretch now, you are going to be completely immobile tomorrow. Which may be helpful actually, at least then you won’t be able to run away from me.”

(Y/n) heard her arm crack and pop, which would have have alarming except it felt like a relief. She cracked opened her eyes, soon blown wide open when she realized who was busy cracking and rotating her aching wrist. If her heart had ever raced when she saw Shinobu (which it did) it was sprinting now. Damn traitorous organ never learned.

“What are you doing here? How are you here?” She whispered, not even because she was pretty sure she was dehydrated, but because it just felt appropriate to whisper.

“Jumped over the fence.” Shinobu answered casually, taking her time cracking (Y/n)’s knuckles and massaging her palm now, “Though I’m sure Himejima-san is well aware of my presence and wouldn’t have minded me using the front gate this time around. And for your first question, I’m here for you.”

“Shinobu, I told you that I—“

“—I have something I want to give you formally. What you decide to do from there is completely your choice. I know I have always asked a lot of you, but please allow me this once more.”

“…Okay.” Even after nearly four months of separation, (Y/n) found herself still unable to deny her. In her mind, this did not bode well for what little progress she thought she had made.

“Thank you.”

Shinobu stoked her thumbs over the palm of (Y/n)’s hand before bringing it to her chest, placing it over her heart and holding it there with both hands.

“Wh-what are you doing?” (Y/n) squeaked, trying to inch her palm higher, somehere above Shinobu’s clavicle and not quite so close to the swell of her chest, but Shinobu held firm.

“Do you feel that?” She asked.

“What am I supposed to be feeling?!”

“My heartbeat, of course. Can’t you feel it? It’s beating rather hard right now.”

It was hard to pay attention to anything other than her own racing heart if she was honest. Besides, a hand to someone’s chest wasn’t the best way to find a pulse. Shinobu of all people should know that.

“Maybe this will help.”

(Y/n) let Shinobu shift their positions around, mostly because she was still stiff and her body was refusing to cooperate with her own wishes. After a bit of maneuvering, she found her cheek resting on Shinobu’s chest instead, a speedy and strong drumbeat pressed against her ear.

“Is that better?” Shinobu asked.

“Why are you doing this?”

“To show you that you are not alone, that this is the power you have over me. My heart is yours, it always has been, but I’m giving it to you formally now.”

“Shinobu, I can’t—“

“I don’t expect you to give yours in return, I know I don’t deserve it yet, but I hope to one day. Will you allow me the honor of courting you. You owe me nothing, but I beg of you to allow me the chance to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“Why the change of heart?”

“Because losing out on the moments we could have while living together is more frightening to me than death itself. I don’t know how much time either of us has, but I want to spend it all with you.”

(Y/n)’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to water. A quiet sob shook her shoulders and she felt Shinobu’s arms tighten around her. She was so doomed. Try as she might, her heart was very clear. It belonged to Shinobu, no matter what she decided to do. That didn’t mean she couldn’t make her really work for it though.

“Alright, I accept,” (Y/n) sniffed, “you may court me.”

Shinobu gasped softly then took (Y/n)’s hand from her lap, kissing the back of it while locking eyes with her. The intensity of her stare sent a shiver down (Y/n)’s spine.

“I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity. The same one I had denied you of several times in the past. The goddess my heart is devoted to is a merciful one. How unworthy I am of your blessing.”

“I think you have been reading too much poetry.” (Y/n) spoke in a strained whisper, flustered by Shinobu’s intensity. She had never imagined she could be like this.

“Oh this is only the beginning,” Shinobu declared, a purple flame burning in her eyes more vibrantly than any chemical reaction could produce, “You best prepare yourself.”

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #requests #anonymous

[bug-bites]

one of my fav things to read/write is a f!reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley, where the reader is almost exactly like ghost. I'm talking full black mask, (maybe legally dead) few words, silent, callsign generally spooky like Reaper or Phantom, and I was wondering if you would wanna do that?

Usually I have reader as a childhood friend or adopted sibling of Roach, which is why roach is so comfortable around ghost. He's just used to it. If it's pure fluff or platonic that's completely fine, and if you don't wanna do that it's also fine!! I just thought I might as well shoot my shot :)

Your an amazing writer, have an awesome day <3

seeing double

cw: canon-typical violence, breif (pun intended) mention of ghost having skeleton boxers (nothing like explicit though i dont even know if this needs to be mentioned tbh but better safe than sorry), ghost gets shot womp womp, angst w/ a happy ending, so many military inaccuracies, barely proofread :P

pairing: platonic!simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader, gary 'roach' sanderson & reader

characters: simon 'ghost' riley, gary 'roach' sanderson (price, gaz and soap mentioned v briefly!)

authors note: omg you are so sweet thank you so much!! sorry this took so long i've been so busy with things, i hope you don't mind that i got a bit silly with this one and basically wrote a fic in jot notes 😭 (ALSO ROACH MENTION!! I LOVE MY BBYG THANK YOU ANON <3)

when you first met ghost he genuinely thought this was a joke. the balaclava, the whole death motif, your callsign being phantom which is literally synonymous with ghost, even your attitude was so eerily similar to him. it was like looking in a mirror

it didn't help when he tilted his head you mirrored your actions

i think he wouldn't gravitate immediately to you, it's not that he didn't like you he just felt a bit odd with how similar you two were, in all honesty he was probably slightly unnerved by you

soap and gaz definitely crack jokes about you being the second coming of ghost or something dumb like that

whenever anyone is referring to you and ghost and phantom it was always "the ghosts" or "ghost and girl ghost" which pissed you OFF

roach cant count all the times you have ranted to him about how everyone treats ghost like he came up with your whole aesthetic and you copied him when you have been doing this for YEARS before you even met ghost!

"and everyone acts like he invented skeletons and being legally dead! how self centered do you have to be to act like you invented skeleton iconography?! THEYRE SKELETONS. THATS LIKE BASIC HUMAN ANATOMY. and its always men taking the credit- god its so stupid! i did shit this first and how do i know that he isn't copying me huh?? did we ever think of that?? and ghost is such a basic ass fucking name like really. ghost? bet the only reason he wears that mask is to cover up his casper sized forehead."

roach knows that you're annoyed and you probably aren't trying to be super mean- maybe you don't even think ghosts forehead is casper sized! but hey, he isn't trying to argue while you look like you're about to rip someone's head off

instead he opts for calmly signing words of comfort lest you tear ghosts head off (with a few minor corrections)

"yes roach i know phantoms are pretty much the same as ghosts but that's not the point. you're basically my brother. you have to be on my side. that's how it works."

its good you and roach get along with each other. however, since you are just so similar with someone whos name starts with s and ends with imon "ghost" riley he becomes friends with roach quite easily and rants to him too

"she thinks shes so fookin crea'ive but you know wha? she isnt. bet ive been in SAS longer than her. wheres 'er skull tattoo at?? cause i got a whole sleeve done almost a decade ago! she isnt the first to come up wi' this. see, i get youre friends wi' 'er but truth is she di'nt come up wi' all o' this 'erself and she isn't half as dedicated as me. i even got skeleton boxers! she got those??- wait no dont answer tha' i dont wan' tha' image in my head."

for the first month or two whenever you see each other its clear you two do not get along.

roach tried to crack a joke but if anything it just made you hate ghost more

"hey, phantom. what's got two legs and bleeds?" "half a dog." you and ghost respond in unison

the rest of the day you dont even acknowledge each other. price makes a joke about how "you both are acting like you killed someone" which you mutter a small "oh im going to that's for sure" under your breath

safe to say you had a long rant to roach about how now not only is he stealing your whole persona, he's taking your jokes now too

you think roach would be torn between choosing sides but no this man loves every second of it. its so petty- so stupid he just needs to see how long you two idiots will keep butting heads

you mention how you were planning on getting a red mask? he's going up to ghost being like "hey, ghost did i ever tell you red is totally your colour? you know what actually? you should get a red mask!"

you both walk into the next briefing with your new masks and you couldn't be more pissed

to make matters worse you both are teamed up for the next mission. something about stopping a major arms dealer but ghost is the one getting his hands dirty. all you need to do is get into security, guide him through the complex enough for him to grab intel and leave

its simple. you've done it a billion times before, same with ghost. the first half goes fine. you both get in, he grabs the intel and is ready to head out, both of you speaking only when necessary.

minor issue- actually major issue, getting out wasn't as smooth. somehow ghost ended up shot right as he's notifying you that he's almost out. you hear the gunshot ring out, a grunt and scuffling.

"phantom to ghost. how copy."

your voice rings out, an eerie silence following after

"ghost. how copy."

you repeat again, this time earning a response

"m' alive. shot in the leg. bullet went clean through, makin a torniquet as we speak" he grunts back. you have never been happier to hear his stupid manchester accent "keep it that way."

if past you knew those four words directed at ghost would come out of your mouth, you're pretty sure you would've stolen a tank and driven it off a cliff immediately with ghost in it too probably

but now is not the time hotwiring a tank and locating a cliff would take too long anyways, you guide him out, occasionally telling him some stupid fun fact to make sure he's still there or just to keep him alert

"did you know that jellyfish have one hole for their mouth and asshole?" "these get more concerning the more you tell me." "most koalas have chlamydia." "alrigh', 'nuff of that. fun facts are s'pposed to be fun, you know that right?" "learning is fun."

this earns a chuckle from him which he quickly covers up with a cough

he makes it out alive, busted up that's for sure but alive nonetheless

you hook his arm over your shoulder, talking about everything and anything to keep him conscious. he's going to listen anyways so might as well make the most of it

"you're not as bad as i thought you'd be, 'specially for a copy cat." he says after you tell him yet another bizarre animal fact "i got a red mask first by the way" "piss off. this is why i don't compliment you" he rolls his eyes, for once not out of annoyance "i wear it better anyways." "sure, sure. believe what you want, but just know that i'm the cooler one." "you also are shit at making tourniquets" "so you finally admit that i'm cooler." no amount of eyerolling or snappy comebacks can hide your grin at this point. you silently thank your past self for choosing to wear a mask all the time "you're quite bold for someone who got shot in the leg"

once you two get back, practically everyone is surprised how all the deadly glares and colorful insults muttered under heavy sighs between you two have now been replaced with playful banter and empty threats with no murderous intent behind them

price heard you laughing with ghost followed up with you telling ghost "they will never find your body" which did scare the shit out of him but it made ghost laugh so hard he nearly pissed himself

price made sure to check that ghost was in fact alive for the next few days, just to make sure you were joking

when asked about it both of you just shrug and reply "trauma bonding."

roach, although disappointed with the absence of drama is glad to see two of the most special people in his life getting along bros just sad he cant be an instigator anymore

and as soon as ghost comes back from leave, he's got double the scary dog privileges he originally had

#bug's first angst thingy who cheered #angst can be fun sometimes!! #but regular silliness will resume soon <3 #anon im so sorry if u didnt want it to be angst lmk and i will write up smthn diff!! #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon “ghost” riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #x reader #ghost cod #gary “roach” sanderson #gary roach sanderson #ALSO SELECTIVELY MUTE ROACH MY BELOVED #roach cod #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #task force 141 #tf 141 #every time i type tf 141 my brain automatically goes to tf2 bc jerma brainrot #call of duty headcanons #tbh cant even call these headcanons anymore this is just a fic w/ lazy formatting #call of duty fic #angst with a happy ending #angst #john soap mactavish

[triple-asstro]

hiii i sent this req like last week maybe and i wasn’t sure if tumblr just tossed it into the void (tumblr mobile does this a lot unfortunately) but i also didn’t want to rush you, but just in case i’ll send it again, but sorry in advance if you’re just still working on it and i’m just impatient 🙇

i really loved the fic where reader puts 2012!april in her place, but it made me wonder what if the opposite happened :o

like what if 2012!donnie has a crush on rise!donnie’s s/o and he gets really overprotective of her (bonus if maybe even 2012!april gets jealous of the attention reader is getting)

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS GOT OUT LATE- I HOPE YOU ENJOY! SORRY IF THIS IS BAD OR RUSHED WRITERS BLOCK IS KICKING MY ASS AAAAA-

summary: 2012!donnie was crushing on reader and rise!donnie gets overprotective of them :o

reader: gender-neutral

type: fanfic

warning: slightly ooc rottmnt donnie, also i haven't watched 2012 tmnt in a while so apologies for that too-

Donnie isn't the type of person to be overly confrontational. Sure, he gets a bit cocky and he gets a bit sensitive if his abilities are ignored for others but when it came to you, oh boy.

He always felt insecure when it came to you. He'd never understand what you saw in him especially when it came to how much he loves you. You'd always shower him with compliments and gifts and he'd have a struggle simply saying that he loves you.

It didn't really help with the fact that now, he's discovered an alternate version of every single one of his brothers had an alternate version of themselves. Including him. While he bonded with this alternate version of him with their sarcastic jokes, the one thing he especially had a gripe with was his obvious infatuation with you.

Every time all of you went on a mission, he'd constantly be trying to impress you by giving you small flowers and being extremely awkward around you which you responded by thanking him and patting him on the back.

Donnie hated that, and he hated it every time his other self did that. But why? It wasn't like you were ever gonna cheat on him. Even when he tried to escape by scrolling through his phone, the lingering thought still bothered his mind.

"Sigh... Why must my brain focus on this singular thought?" he thought, throwing his head back in defeat and sinking further into the beanbag. As he kept sighing in frustration, he saw an upside-down Donnie tinkering with a tiny machine box and turning a lever around and around before it played a soft melody and closed it with a cheery grin on his face and walked into a room. More importantly, your room.

Curious, because of course Donnie would be curious, he quietly crept up to your room, pressing his ear against the wooden door.

"H-Hey Y/N!"

"Oh, hey Other Donnie! Whatcha got there?"

"Oh, t-this? This is actually... for you."

Then, a small melody echoed throughout the room before being promptly shut.

"Other Donnie, this is so thoughtful! Thank you so much!"

"No problem! I'm happy to make more of my gadgets for you!"

Oh, that simple statement might seem like nothing to others but to Donnie, it made his mind run a marathon. It immediately got his mind overthinking every single possibility that could've happened after that. I mean, he would always do the exact same thing, always giving you little gifts or small tech gadgets; that's how he showed his love but now that someone else was doing the exact same thing and garnering the same reaction, it felt like seeing someone doing the exact same thing as you only better. And it hurt. It hurt bad.

"Hey, 'Tello! Where are you?" you asked, searching and scouring through every room until you spotted a dim light seeping through the curtains of a gigantic lab. Knocking rhythmically on the door, you quickly sneaked into the dark lab, making sure that the bright lights of the lair didn't dare try to escape. As usual, Donnie was hunched over, full goggles covering his eyes, prodding and twiddling with some wires and screwdrivers.

You waltzed in front of the workbench he was currently working at and placed your hand on your forehead before moving it away, signalling a quick hello.

"Hello? You alright?" you asked, pointing at him before sliding your hand on top of your other hand. He had barely even flinched.

"Yes. I'm simply working on my world-genius inventions which are of superb quality, by the way."

"Of course they are, you're the one who's making them," you chuckled, examining the contraption he was creating. "Speaking of said invention, what exactly are you making?"

"Well, I am making my high-quality tech gadget that is actually meant for you so, if I may ask, please avert your eyes."

"Alright, you're the inventor," you said, playfully raising your hands halfway and exiting the lab until a loud slamming of a door introduced another new participant. It was Other Donnie again, awkwardly twiddling his fingers as Donnie practically was trying to test how many death stares he can give to them in a single second.

"Hello Y- oh, sorry I thought you were Y/N. I'm trying to find them," he said.

"Don't worry, they've made their way out already," Donnie said, making eye contact with a defeated Other Donnie's face. "And honestly it's pathetic to see an alternate version of me like this."

"W-what? Pathetic?"

"Yes. Pathetic. Because Y/N is taken. By me."

Silence filled the entire lab as Other Donnie's face morphed into a face of devastation, the cold hum of the air conditioner filling the ambience. All Donnie did was get up from his workstation and awkwardly put his hand on his other self's shoulder.

"Now, leave. Please and don’t try to charm them again."

As Other Donnie quickly left, Donnie heard a quiet gasp come from the door as you waltzed back into the lab with a shocked grin on your face.

“Donatello, were you just jealous?”

“You know I don’t like it when an alternate version of me tries you steal you! Even though you are the most attractive being I’ve seen, it’s still maddening..”

“Yeah, alright.” you smugly said, as the crazed turtle began his inane ramblings once more. Even though to others, it would be pure hell to listen to, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#tmnt2018 #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #astro-writes #tmnt donnie #tmnt2012 donnie

[otomiyaa]

Top 23 of 2023

Top 23 of 2023 on Tumblr is out and it made me remember something....!!! For those who also remember, I started this game last year and I just thought it would be nice to do it again. For reference, my post is ofc long gone, but here's Mia's~~

Tagging: @ticklygiggles & Everyone who wants to do it lol

Part 1: Fandom Faves 

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year: Red, White & Royal Blue, Honkai Star Rail

02. Favorite new ships since this year: Henry x Alex (RWRB) Sampo x Gepard (HSR), Ballister x Ambrosius (Nimona)

03. Favorite anime/TV shows of the year: Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen, Our Flag Means Death Season 2, Niehime to Kemono no Ou

04. Favorite movies of the year: Red White and Royal Blue, Nimona

05. Favorite characters of the year: Furina!!!! (Genshin Impact), also Gepard Landau (Honkai Star Rail), Miguel O'Hara (Across the Spiderverse), and a big honorable mention to the Fontaine gang in Genshin Impact (especially Freminet and Neuvillette)!

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year: Genshin Impact - Fontaine soundtrack and the Our Flag Means Death Season 2 soundtrack

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year: The Work Love Balance manhwa, and RWRB which is older but I discovered it thanks to the movie coming out.

08. Favorite games of the year: Genshin Impact, still my fav^^

09. Highlight of this year to remember: Bowuigi trending as a ship.

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2023: Tickletober with the very own list Mia and I created, and even though it was a negative thing at first - getting swarmed with kind words from you guys after I lost my blog. I'm a mere humble person but you guys seriously made me feel a little important for a moment there ^///^

11. Favorite fan art of the year: Hard to say, but I'll say this sampard piece I got from Val baby for my bday, and this Ukatake commission by @dokidoki-muffin, this spiderdads commission by @giulscomix, and this Ittorou commission by @chibimochii have also stolen my heart!

And ofc all other commissions of this year (the bowuigi one fs;ijogij; and miguel one omggg, the pokemon commission so CUTE). And *wiggles fingers* I have more on the way....

12. Favorite fic of the year: Hard to say but I've been enjoying a lot of the Tickletober works specifically by @lovelynim and @ticklygiggles, and also this Nimona fic by @bambinella has become a fav, and all RWRB fics by @kourtniwritesagain!!!!! I still need to reblog them here.

13. Favorite ask game of the year: I can't remember which ones I played, but I remember there was a time I had reblogged "post your anonymous confessions" or something, and it resulted in the most interesting asks and conversations with you guys^^ I liked that.

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger: If I'll be around in a year, this won't be 'writer' but 'blogger', but for this one as a writer, it'll again be completing all 31 days of tickletober right on schedule despite a minor intervention.. :"D

15. My own best fic/post of the year: I have no idea! But if I ask AO3, it answers that my best fic of this year is my bowuigi fic mahahaha (based on kudos btw).

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year: Let's give that award to these 2 poor Tickletober fics (which I enjoyed writing a lot) that were not reblogged by anyone meaning they are no longer on Tumblr since my account loss:

Day 21: Horns/Fangs | Sariphi x Leonhart, King of Beasts (Niehime to Kemono no Ou) 

Day 23: Party | Momose x Shirosaki (Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen) 

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected: My comeback post! The comments, likes and even reblogs, I couldn't have ever imagined.

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year: You tell me 😂 No but besides the whole blog change, another change is that I got over my embarrassment and was brave enough to commission a couple of artists this year. Me and my money are now in a happy place!

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year: A fic recommendations/faves post (from other writers). Wonder if I'll ever get to it, since my reading and fic reblogging is already not what I like it to be, meaning that every fic I reblog would probably belong on that list lol. But alright, I'd like to make a faves of the faves list then.

20. Goals for next year: Read more...!!! Read more books, more manga, more webtoons, more tickle fics. I love them, so I should read more! My truest ambition.

21. 2024 releases I look forward to the most: Every single update for Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail, and also: Spider-Man: Beyond the Spider-Verse, Inside Out 2, Deadpool 3, Venom 3, Kimi ni Todoke S3, and Beastars Final Season!

22. Something else I look forward to next year: Traveling to Japan with my boyfriend! Also: receiving more tickles cuz why not. And last but not least, seeing Taylor Swift live at the Eras Tour in Amsterdam!

Part 4: Spreading Love

23. Shoutouts to people who made my 2023 a better year: I know, and you might know, I didn't do so well last time since I tagged a bunch of friends but also forgot to mention some... not because I didn't care about them but because I am a flopper. So to prevent this embarrassment I won't mention any names this time.

I especially would like to thank everyone who is still around, who is reading this, who followed my new blog. To be honest, on my old blog I felt flattered to have so many followers but I was also aware it was the effect of being active for 7 years in a ton of fandoms, and that it didn't say anything about the accurate number of people appreciating what I was posting.

But to be at already almost 500 followers on this blog? Where I only post shit? Now that's a compliment I will gladly accept. Thank you to all of you for the support!

Last but not least, special shoutout to the friends I talk to on Discord sooo much now, you know who you are!

Question list for copy paste below!

Part 1: Fandom Faves 

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year

02. Favorite new ships since this year 

03. Favorite anime/TV shows of the year 

04. Favorite movies of the year

05. Favorite characters of the year

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year

08. Favorite games of the year

09. Highlight of this year to remember

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2023

11. Favorite fan art of the year

12. Favorite fic of the year

13. Favorite ask game of the year

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger

15. My own best fic/post of the year

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year

20. Goals for next year

21. 2024 releases I look forward to the most

22. Something else I look forward to next year

Part 4: Spreading Love

23. Shoutouts to people who made my 2023 a better year

#top 23 of 2023 #tag game #personal

[fioreofthemarch]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @bahbahhh and @mistresslrigtar. thank you!!! i love this community <3

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

twelve (plus one I orphaned that we don't talk about)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

433,003

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

From the Ground Up 🦅

Hateno Housemates 🏡

Finding Her 📱

have and hold ♨

On the Life of Queen and Consort 🖋

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, I really, really do, and I often forget. But I promise I read them all.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I mean Link commits murder in this one

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are happy but I think Hateno Housemates is the fluffiest

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not for a long, long time, and for that I'm very grateful. Got some less that positive comments on my portrayal of Zelda back in the day, when I myself was dealing with a lot of negative emotions and was feeding that into her a bit. But otherwise no

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, though I have tried. I deeply admire people who are great at it, because it's an artform unto itself. But it's not in my wheelhouse

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

All That Was Tangled Came Undone is an honestly somewhat mid cross over between BOTW and Kimi No Na Wa

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah. Probably not idk

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but it would be a wonderful honour.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I would love to!!!!!!!!!!!!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I write Zelink ofc but look, I gotta give it up to the OGs, Spirk. None of us would be here if not for a repressed Vulcan and a swashbuckling starship captain from a 1960s scifi sitcom making fuck eyes at each other

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

EVER? I think my BOTW 30 years later sequel will probably never get off the ground, because I don't think it would have much of an audience (yes yes write for yourself but writing into the void is also not that fun) and TOTK just kind of fucked up all the ideas I had. I don't know. Kill your darlings etc

16. What are your writing strengths?

I enjoy writing dialogue and put a lot of effort into making it flow nicely. I enjoy worldbuilding and building up a cast of supporting and minor characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Hm. Many. Over-explaining/under-explaining is a big one for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I write in a fantasy setting with only vague hints at a different language (Gerudo) so the need never comes up. I think it should be done respectfully and as accurately as possible if it is required. I personally would avoid it unless I knew a good sensitivity reader & someone who spoke the it as their first language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

... ... Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland (2010)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

If I had to throw them all away and keep only one, it'd naturally be From the Ground Up.

I'm going to tag @zeldaelmo and @spoiledspine !! Enjoy!!!

#my writing #fic writing

[sticks-and-souls]

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 5. Some of y'all write so fucking fast.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

19,583

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Basically just star wars, and within that, just The Clone Wars (but in my defense, that is a highly diverse universe). But I daydream around whatever media I'm consuming so if something sticks, I may write it (like Loki).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Lmao, all five that I've written! But Battle Scars (star wars) and Moribund (loki) are basically tied in first place with each other.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Listen, I get really in my head about it. Like the answer is "yes" but also if it's been too long....then I feel like it's too late (RIP all comments for the 2nd chapter of Battle Scars). But comments are the BEST and I always appreciate it when an author responds to comments that I leave for them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ha! Moribund.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Off Duty?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thank god. I don't know what I'd do.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not....yet........

10. Do you write crossovers?

No but I have read some especially good ones.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of? Seems unlikely.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I think it would be rad. If @mithrandirl ever wanders back to star wars I feel like we could create something great.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Spuffy. The older I get the less I believe in "there's only one perfect person for you" and I'm much less rigid about who I ship characters with. But Spuffy hit me before that time and even in rewatches of the series there is something so deeply intimate in the way Buffy and Spike understand each other, validate their strengths and weaknesses, and complement one another in the best way possible for the lives that they're living.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't have time for your naysaying! I will finish them all if I have to live to be 200 to do it!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Having my characters feel very true to character, I think? And dialogue maybe?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dude, I am so fucking slow at writing. My quality/speed relationship is a steep negative line.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Does it strengthen the writing, the story, or the characters?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Before I realized that formulating entire stories in your head, and revisiting them over and over again until they're memorized, even if you never actually write it down still counts as writing (to me), Artemis Fowl.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's been posted? Battle Scars, but let the record show that Wa(te)r Born holds a very special place in my heart. I am deeply proud of the writing that I did there despite it being only 500 words.

But ultimately, my unpublished foxiyo fic is where my heart lies. Hopefully someday soon I'll start posting.

This is my extreeeeemely late response to @mithrandirl 's tag. I'm sitting at home sick so I'm not up for writing (is my excuse and I'm sticking with it) but I AM up for talking about writing. Tagging @ladysongmaster, @ninjigma, @captainlaurence, and @grave-cupcake, but if you write things consider this an open tag <3

#on writing #on fanfiction #questions game

[imogenleewriter]

✨ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨

THANK YOU @nouies FOR THE TAG!! I'd missed the notif and was reading yours and thinking it looked fun to do and then when I got to the bottom I saw you'd tagged me.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

5 but one is a WIP

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

581,554 - which is pretty decent for less than a year, I think lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

one direction 

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You Can Hear It In The Silence

You, Me (and everyone we know) - Which is crazy because it's the WIP!

Save Me (from myself)

You're Not My Type (still I fall)

I Hope You Choke (on those words) - which is like my neglected child. I always forget it exists and literally never mention it.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? WELL, I used to and it was something I prided myself on. But, well, I am so extremely lucky to have such a loud, and talkative readership who are insanely loud and talkative... I've been trying to catch up, but I'm still about 2 months behind and that's after me giving up on like 7 chapters of ymaewk. It was just getting too hard to try and catch up so I cut my losses and am just going from the chapter I'm up to. I will one day. But also, some of those comments are like 4 months old now, so people might not want answers to those? It must be annoying to get emails for those, right? RIGHT?

But in general YES! And it's something I feel really passionately about. If someone goes to the effort to write a comment, I really think they deserve a reply - and a decent one. All that being said, I think everyone kind of thinks that way? Like I've never commented on a fic and not gotten a reply?? So I'm pretty sure everyone replies.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None? Angsty endings aren't really my thing, and I don't think they ever will be. I want everything wrapped up as neatly as possible. I guess maybe I hope you choke, because it's only 3k words, so it's not like... fully resolved? But there isn't much to resolve.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hopefully all of them?? I think maybe ychiits because it was really, really well resolved? Like... every single thread was tied. You're Not My Type also had a really happy one but it's such a soft fic that I don't think it would ever not.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A little. A lot less than I deserve, tbh lol. The main place I've seen it is in bookmarks, so now I just don't check the bookmarks. (if you're going to bookmark a fic with criticism, make it private).

I do get a few... odd comments. Like they're not hate, but they're just... idk how to explain it without signalling comments out. In a fic discord group, I'm in with like 70 members. There is literally a sticker that says 'Imogen's comment complaint time,' for me to use when I... complain about those comments, lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah. Very consensual, often awkward smut lol. Like to keep it real.

10. Do you write crossovers? What the craziest one you've written?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. At least not as far as I'm aware and I'm sure someone would tell me if I had.

I've been accused of 'stealing' fics... twice. But both times were by anons who hadn't actually read the fics, and had just read the summaries/tags... and both times were low-key ridiculous (again, I say this as if I didn't cry both times... and have to turn anon comments off).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah... actually... I think one has been done and I haven't linked it yet. Shit. So I'm pretty sure that ychiits has two (one that I haven't linked) and someone is doing SMFM now. I currently have a rule that it can only go on ao3, and not Wattpad but I'm low-key thinking about changing it. In fact, I'm kind of thinking about uploading them to Wattpad... it's just no one ever does it and I don't know if there is a reason for not doing it??? Is there are reason? Why don't people upload to Wattpad??

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but @hereforh and I are in the process of writing one!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Larry. The only time I've read other ships is when I've been reading smut lol. And that's more about the smut than the ship.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I always think of WIPs as in ones I've started uploading lol. And I always intend to finish those. But WIP as in started but not uploaded? Yeah, heaps!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, relatively authentic characters, and complex plots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Literally everything else. I feel like my writing technique is ... shit, tbh. I'm really surprised no one ever says it. I do feel like it's improved a bit, but yeah, still shit.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think if I was going to write much of it, I'd find someone who spoke it well. I'm not really sure when I'd need to do it though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I always say I never wrote fanfic until One Direction but I'm not ENTIRELY sure that's true. When I was a young teenager, I used to read All Time Low fanfiction on Quizilla and I did upload some stuff there. As far as I can remember, they were all original fiction but it's possible I wrote an ATL one. I know I wrote a tiny one based on the song Self-Conclusion by The Spill Canvas. I think it was literally using the dialogue from the song and then writing around it.

20. Favorite fic you've written? 

Oooooh, so tricky. I love them all for different reasons. Ychiits will always be my baby forever and ever.

Probably YMAEWK, and the only thing that stops me from being sure it's that one is just that it's less relatable. Like I know with ychiits and even SMFM, people saw themselves in the characters and story. Whereas I feel like it's harder to relate to ymaewk and long term, it might not have as big of an impact. BUT, I do love those boys soooo much and love the story. So, yeah, probably ymaewk.

Anddddddd (sorry if you've already been tagged and obviously no pressure) I tag @hereforh @nooradeservedbetter @lunarheslwt @enchantedlandcoffee @thelavendrhaze and anyone else who wants to do it!

[doverstar]

The little details in this fic???? I’ve been thinking about them all day?

I have never read a fic from a writer with a better understanding of the Pond family dynamic. The SASS that exudes off of rory Williams is so perfect. Amy’s unflinching trust in the Doctor, how she will take any order from him, but still pursing her lips, so simultaneously irritated with him and filled with care and affection for both her boys and trust for the Doctor. The way that Matt Smith’s doctor had control over A ROOM. How that contrasts with Will. It’s all INSANELY GOOD. It’s like I’m watching an episode straight out of Series 6, you have such a good handle of dialogue and specifically these character’s way of speaking. Rory’s quips. The doctor spewing nonsense that’s ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. Amy’s concern. You have complete mastery over all four of these characters. GOD I HAVENT EVEN TALKED ABOUT ROSE. I love how you display her so complexly, how she’s so quick yet she’s so scared to accept that her realities been flipped on it’s head, that the Doctor has changed again. And oh my gosh, the Doctor and Rose’s relationship. It’s so perfect. The semi-awkward but completely emotionally charged moment in the elevator. The bit about their hands fitting perfectly. How she finds it easier to accept him this time. It’s so soft and tender, and best of all, it all feels EARNED. Not just through all they’ve been through in this story and canon, but through the pacing of your story in specific. You don’t rush it. There’s not many fic authors, or writers in general, that can do that. It makes for such a satisfying story that I just can never get enough of.

Last one!! But oh Will!!! It makes me so sad that Rose said it doesn’t matter anymore, his silly knit hoodie and mismatched converse. I’m gonna miss him so much, I’m still grieving. I’m wayyy more excited that the Doctor is out of the watch, but still, my boy is gone!!! My scrunkly!!! Rip!!! I especially love how you contrast them, how the Doctors talking strong finally where Will was a mumbler, how you’ve talked about his pale eyes the whole story and now it’s his bright eyes. Also, how Eleven walks on an angle LMAO. Just, all of it.

I just needed to get these thoughts out of my head. Your attention to detail is magnificent and this chapter was well worth the wait. I can’t stop rereading. I’m just begging, BEGGING you to forget about Journey’s End so they can have a happily ever after.

Sending you love!!!

I need to start responding to long wonderful comments with a bit more of the enthusiasm I actually feel for them, so everybody wave hello to the Keep Reading line -

Thank you so much! I do love the Ponds and their specific chaos. Amy probably comes off pretty cold or tetchy in my fic, but I couldn't imagine her not being stressed and overprotective of the Doctor in that whole scenario. Also, I'm a big fan of Rose's pettiness when it comes to other women, because that's realistic, even if she often tries not to show it, and I'm an also a big fan of Amy's huge temper. And Rory is always a treasure. Always. I was so excited to write for them, thank you! I've been worried about the way I portrayed Rose and her thought process, but you've been so encouraging here! Thanks for that, too. I'll miss Will! I loved writing for a version of the Doctor that didn't have to deal with the simultaneous burdens of being a Time Lord, a genius, a hero, a murderer, immortal, etc. Will is just Eleven with less ambition and less worry. I was thinking, "What would the eleventh incarnation of the Doctor be like if you took away all the things that made him an immortal alien and just turned him loose?" And the result was a very sweet, awkward young man with bad dress sense who thinks he's 20-something. It's just my take, but I'm so fond of my take. Aw, Will. Miss you already, boyo. Thank you for noticing the details! That's so kind of you. I don't think I'm 100% happy with the latest chapter as it is (I was so tired), but I'm beyond glad you can still appreciate it! Loved getting this message.

#was it mean to respond with a ten/rose gif? whatever it's the doctor regardless. same man #asked #answered #anon #anonymous #fic comment #lar #lost and rewritten #elevenrose #timepetals #doctor who

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

request: Hi! I got really excited coming across your blog just now. Glad to have a new writer in the community! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a sickfic with Minho as the sickie and the Aussie Line as the main caretakers? I was thinking one where he wakes up with a stomachache and is incredibly annoyed for the entire day (maybe he even snaps at a few of the younger when they weren’t really doing anything to warrant it), but despite his nausea and bad mood he doesn’t say anything so the members are left in the dark about how sick he is. Then, everyone agrees to hold a supper together at one of the dorms, and the food and noise combined is the last straw, causing him to throw up in front of everyone. 

Of course, there’s no rush and if you don’t feel up to it you don’t have to worry about it ❤️ Thank you~

hope this is fic turns out to be everything you hoped for! please give me any feedback you have!! <3

No one likes mornings. This particular morning however, Lee Know was woken up before his alarm went off by a strange feeling in his stomach. He didn’t feel nauseous, but his stomach ached and churned. It wasn’t quite awful, but it was certainly annoying. He was already dreading his alarm going off, forcing him to get ready for the day. When his alarm eventually beeped signaling that it was 9:30, he stepped out of bed, the movement making his stomach turn. He threw on a simple outfit of sweatpants and a t-shirt before venturing out in to the kitchen. He hoped that his stomach issues were merely from hunger, and would fade once he had eaten some breakfast. He settled on something simple to fill him up, a piece of toast and had a leftover boiled egg from the fridge.

“Hyunggg,why didn’t you make me anyyyy?”

Seungmin, having just emerged from his room already teasing Minho.

“Make your own breakfast. You don’t do anything for yourself, always making me do it for you.”

“I’m just kidding, I can make it myself.”

He was a little taken aback by Minho’s response. Of course, maybe he was also joking, but based off his tone it really didn’t seem that way. Minho spent the rest of the morning sitting on the couch, only speaking if he absolutely had to as he waited for everyone to be ready. His stomach was still doing flips, so he distracted himself by looking at cat videos until it was time to go.

Eventually, everyone was ready leave to work for the day. Luckily, their schedule wasn’t all that busy today. They had to record some vocals for an upcoming album, followed by dance practice. The boys met up with the other half of the group before climbing into the van to get to work. While driving over, Seungmin leaned over to Chan and whispered, “I think Minho’s a little grumpy today. He barely talked all morning and when he did he scolded me over a silly joke.” 

“He does seem a lot quieter than normal. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Chan replied, glancing at Minho who was staring blankly out the window. 

When they arrived at the studio, they started recording as soon as they could. At first, everything was going very smoothly. Until, it was Lee Know’s turn. His stomach was still bothering him, and the breakfast did not have the affect he had wanted of calming his stomach. Instead, it only made it worse. He had started to develop a headache as well, and singing in that little booth was not helping anything. He started out fine, getting through the first few lines easy-peasy. But then he got to this one line. 

“You need to make that line a little smoother. Can you do it again?”

Chan said through the microphone. 

So he did it again.

“I think it needs to be smoother in the middle. Try it again.”

So he did it again.

“Can you try it again with a little bit of a sharper edge to it?”

So he did it again

“Maybe try it this wa-“

“It’s fine.”

Minho didn’t want to do it again. He just wanted to get out of that stupid little box. 

“But maybe if you tried it with a little mor-“

“I said it’s fine. It’s already got all the smoothness and the edge or whatever. It’s. Fine.”

And it was so hot in there too. If he had to sing that stupid line one more time, he was gonna catch on fire. 

“Just do it one more time Minho. I’m not asking you I’m telling you.”

“Fine.”

So he did it one last time time in that hot, tiny, loud room.

When he finished recording, he just wanted to go home and lay on the floor and cry. His stomach ache was at its peak and he was feeling very nauseous. Instead, he would have to settle for sitting on a kinda sorta comfortable couch in the studio surrounded by his obnoxious, loud, and annoying, ESPECIALLY annoying members. He normally loves his friends and band mates. But right now he just wanted peace and quiet, something he couldn’t easily find around the group. 

Usually, Lee Know would be excited to go to dance practice. It was hard work, but it payed off. It was what he loved to do. Today he dreaded it. While he felt like crap, he danced his hardest and made sure his dancing was still on point, that always comes first. Even with the loud music  combined with the headache and stomach ache, Lee Know gave it his all. 

And then he noticed something. Felix’s footwork was not exactly right. Here he was feeling like he was being punished by Satin himself, and Felix  was over there clearly not working half as hard. He has no excuse. There is no excuse.

“Hang on guys.” 

He said pausing the music.

“Felix, what is going on over there with your footwork?!?”

“Oh yeah sorry, my bad I just tripped over my feet a bit, don’t worry I’ll fix it next time.”

“What if when that happens on stage? There is no next time in a performance. You need to focus Yongbok! Danceracha members don’t trip over their feet.”Lee Know was practically yelling at him at this point.

All Felix said was, “I-I’m sorry..” as a tear rolled down his freckled cheek.

“Now hang on,” Chan cut in “that’s not fair. We all make mistakes- we’re human. Felix did all the rest of the moves perfectly, he just stumbled a bit, you’re the only one who even noticed.”

“Whatever. Just fix it next time”

Felix only nodded in response before they started the music again.

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“Man I’m hungry.”

Han stated and everyone (except Lee Know) agreed quietly, all exhausted from the day of practice.

“Why don’t we all get together for dinner at our dorm? We can order delivery, I heard there’s a new…-“ Lee Know stopped listening to I.N. talking about food, it only made his queasiness so much worse. This was great. Just great. He was going to have to go back to the dorms, and instead of going back and relaxing he would have to be bombarded by his wild group. Lee Know just wanted to rest and sleep off whatever sickness had come over him.

Once they arrived back at the dorm and the food arrived, they all sat at the table. Everyone was laughing, being loud, and enjoying their meal. Except for one person. At this point, Lee Know’s head was pounding and his nausea was so much worse. Earlier, he swore it was at its peak. It was merely teasing him then. What he had thought was the worst of it turned out to be be a walk in the park compared to how he felt right now. He had ordered fried rice. He almost ordered a bowl of plain white rice, but that would definitely raise suspicion that he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t want his annoying members to take care of him. he just wanted them to leave him alone. Against his bodies orders, he managed to eat most of his bowl of rice. As the room got louder, so did the pounding in his head. And as everything got louder, he become more and more nauseated. He just wanted everyone to shut up. 

And then, in that moment, much to everyone at the tables surprise, Lee Know pitched forward and threw up a wave of his dinner right back into the bowl in front of him. They were shocked, a chorus of gasps echoing through the room. This finally shut them up. 

Bang Chan shot up from his chair and moved to Lee Know’s side, rubbing his back and trying to comfort him as much as he could. With the next wave, Minho’s violent retching made it pretty hard to aim well, causing a little bit of a mess. But Hyunjin was sitting closest to the trash can, and was quick to grab it and bring it over as a better receptacle for the puke. He continued to sputter up more small waves of sick as his shocked members frantically tried to help him, although the chaos and their voices (now returning to their usual loud volume) was just making it worse. Bang Chan could tell that Minho was struggling with the noise when he winced every time someone spoke with a little bit louder volume. Chan shushed them, in hopes of making is sick member more comfortable. 

“I-I don’t feel good” Minho muttered, keeping his head down. 

“I can see that. Let’s get you to bed.” Chan said, helping his sick friend stand up out of the chair he was sitting in. As they stood, he turned to the rest of the boys. 

“If you don’t mind, could those of you who don’t live here head back to our dorm? I think Minho wants some peace and quiet right now.”

The boys reluctantly gathered the few things they had brought with them and headed back to their own dorm, all worried to leave after seeing Minho’s condition. 

As Chan led his sick member to his bedroom, Felix eventually decided to follow, leaving Suengmin and I.N. to take care of the mess in the kitchen. They didn’t care though, they just wanted Minho to be taken care of.

Felix walked into the bedroom as Chan finished tucking Minho in, now changed into some pajamas 

“Felix, I’m glad you’re here, would you mind staying with him while I get some things to help?” 

“No problem Chan, I’m here to help.”

Chan gave him a quick thumbs up before leaving the room.

Felix sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing his fingers through his sleepy hyung’s hair. He could tell Lee Know was trying to sleep  but based off his twitching eye lids and pained expression it was clear something was still bothering him. 

“Is your stomach still acting up?”

He nodded and said without opening his eyes,“And my head”

“Don’t worry, Chan is getting some meds for you as we speak.”

Felix didn’t get any response to this, and he hoped that it was because his friend had finally fallen asleep. But he found out he was wrong when the boy quickly sat up, slapping his hand over his mouth. Without skipping a beat, Felix grabbed the trash can Chan had left by the bed and shoved it under Lee Know’s chin. He was just in time, as the poor boy was quickly retching painfully into the bin. He got up a small gush of vomit, before it became evident the boy was completely empty, and was left dry heaving with much force. Felix felt so awful for his sick friend, the harsh heaves and gags were clearly hurting him, especially when he started sobbing and crying. 

“Hyung please stop crying, you’re making yourself worse. Here, drink some water.” the younger boy said, passing him his own bottle of water since Chan hadn’t come back with some for Lee Know yet. Lee Know was hesitant to drink since it was sure to come back up,but he knew that dry heaving was much more painful. Felix wiped away the older’s tears before giving him a sad smile and a hug.Lee Know eventually stopped crying and was released from the hug, just as Chan returned with medicine, water, a thermometer, and some crackers. 

“Hey bud. I’m sure you just want to go back to sleep but can you let me take your temperature real quick?”

Lee Know wordlessly opened his mouth for Chan to insert the thermometer before waiting for the beep. After what felt like ages it finally beeped. 

“39.2 degrees. You must feel awful.”

“I do.”

“I brought you some medicine that should help. I know you don’t want to hear it but you can’t take this on an empty stomach. Can you eat a couple crackers?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Can you try?It will make you feel better” Felix said. He could see how miserable Lee Know was, and hated to see him  like this. 

“It’ll probably just make me throw up again”

“But maybe it won’t?” Felix was desperately trying to convince Lee Know, but truthfully he had no idea how to. Surprisingly, the miserable boy started to cry again. 

“It’s okay Minho. I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well, but I promise the medicine will help you feel better.” Chan tried to calm his sick dongsaeng down, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“But I-I don’t- want to th-throw u-up again” 

Poor Lee Know. He clearly was very emotional from the fever. He went from grumpy to bawling his eyes out within 10 minutes.

“It will help make you less sick so you won’t throw up so much. But if you do still puke, we’ll be right here with you.” Felix added.

“B-but I was so m-mean to b-both of you today. Why are you b-being s-so nice and c-caring?”

Felix almost wanted to laugh at how emotional Lee Know was. To even think that they wouldn’t take care of him, the fever was definitely getting to him. Felix decided to save his teasing for when his friend was feeling better.

“Minho, you’re sick. If I was feeling as crappy as you are right now, I would have snapped too!”

“Yo-you’re not st-still upset at me?”

“No, we’re not. Right Chan?”

“Right. You know how you could make it up to us?”He didn’t wait for an answer “If you take your medicine and get some rest. Can you do that for us?”

Lee Know accepted his fate and took the medicine with a nod. Once he swallowed them down, he was already half asleep just sitting there, and layed back down onto his pillow. 

Chan and Felix exchanged a glance before staring down at how cute Lee Know seemed to be while sick. 

Bang Chan retreated to his own dorm, entrusting that Felix had it covered for the night, while Felix cuddled in with Lee Know, snuggling up against him, rubbing his stomach and playing with his hair, trying in any way possible to provide comfort, before finally falling asleep there himself for the night. And when Lee Know got sick again in the night, Felix was right there beside him.

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much love!💕

#stray kids sickfic #skz sickfic #skz emeto #sick lee know #lee know sickfic #lee know emeto #chan and felix caretakers #help idk how to tag

[fridayyy-13th]

so um. I want to kiss you.

but I’m already committed to my spouse. and instead I will say thank you thank you thank you for those fic recs!- I read literally every single one and also some by the same authors- if you have any other recs even have as good (wether they adhere to what I originally asked for or not) I would love them!! But mainly just thanks!

lol, you're very welcome!!! and i have plenty more recs where that came from--funnily enough, when my friend started listening to TMA i started compiling a list of fic recs for her! it's...a very long list. i wasn't kidding when i said i read entirely too much Magnus fanfiction (jmart or not)

but anyway! without further ado, here's a bunch more recs:

The Sea Calls Me Home by EN123, T summary: When Martin Blackwood takes a job working at Peter Lukas's estate, in the highlands of Scotland, he meets an odd man down by the shore, who looks at him like no one ever has. This man proves to be another secret Martin Blackwood must keep, for more reasons than one.

To be so sure of a love the world denies is a heavy burden to bear. But bearing it was, and will always be, a choice. And it's one Martin has chosen.

A Home For What Loves You by TheWrongShop, T summary: It was completely fine that Jon was following up on this very normal, non-supernatural statement at midnight on a Friday. He was going to find nothing at all, and then he was going to go home and sleep for fourteen straight hours and feel absolutely no qualms about moving case #0150409 directly into the filing cabinet marked "discredited".

Or: Jon and Martin investigate Carlos Vittery's basement and find the entity formerly known as Jane Prentiss together.

a consideration of tropes by gruhukens, T summary: "Do you know much about cataloguing?" Jon asks, a little out of breath from the stairs.

Martin, mid-trolley, rolls his eyes. The gesture he makes at the shelves around him is only emphasised by the book he's holding.

"What exactly do you think I do here, other than sit around and wait for angry patrons to yell at me?"

"Think of what you're going to yell back?" Jon says, and Martin's mouth twitches into a smile.

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Asking the very important question: what if Jon and Martin had a gentle archives/library romance, and kept running into tropes? What if there was mutual pining involved? Only one bed? Fake dating? Hurt/comfort? Or perhaps, a soft and happy ending?

wake me up (wake me up inside) by IceEckos12, G summary: "No, I won't bother you for long," Elias said politely. "Just checking up on my favorite writer's club."

"Your only writer's club," Daisy muttered under her breath. Jon bit down on a laugh.

"Anyway," Elias continued smoothly, resting his hands on the back of Basira's chair while Daisy gave him the most acidic side eye ever known to mankind. "How's the most recent chapter?"

"Very good!" Tim said enthusiastically. "I'm about to get eaten."

"Death is imminent for us all," Sasha added with gravitas.

Jon's Moving Castle by IceEckos12, T summary: Martin Blackwood may not have a perfect life, but he does have a good one. That is, until a series of magical encounters leave him with an unfortunate curse. Out of other options, he goes to the wizard who lives in the moving castle for aid.

Life never goes how he intends it to, though.

This Lonely Knight by arthureameslove, M summary: Martin couldn't remember exactly when or why he'd joined the Knights of the Lonely. He supposed that was by design.

Knights of the Lonely weren't meant to last long. They were built to take blows, and if necessary, they were built to die. He supposed that suited him fine.

But upon an assignment to escort the Watcher's betrothed to the Kingdom of Beholding, Martin began to realize that, perhaps, there was something he was missing. Perhaps it was in the shape of a person with bright, intelligent eyes and acerbic wit, with prickly edges and a gentle smile when he thought no one was looking.

There was only one problem. He wasn't meant to let the Watcher's betrothed reach the kingdom alive.

The Unknown Watcher by arthureameslove, T summary: The world has changed, and Martin knows the new rules as well as anyone. The monsters come when the sun sets, so you best be home before then. Blast your lights, barricade your doors. Don't come out until morning. When Martin inadvertently stays out past sunset, he flees his monstrous pursuers and stumbles upon the Magnus Estate, eerie and seemingly abandoned, in the middle of the woods.

Inside is a man with a monstrous face and glowing eyes, who insists Martin is the key to turning the world back.

Or, a Beauty and the Beast au--tma style ;)

The Sharkivist is In by ArtificialDaydreams, G summary: "The shark was sitting in his desk chair when Jon opened his office door. Actually sitting in it, with a "hello my name is" sticker stuck to it with "Jonathan Swims, Head Sharkivist" written on it in black marker."

What if Jon has one of those plush blåhaj sharks from ikea?

i finally did a coffee shop au by probsnothawkeye, T (series, 9 works) summary of part 1: At least once a week the man came in and ordered tea, taking it to the table by the window and sitting there for an hour. He would flip between checking his phone and looking out the window, clearly waiting for someone to show up. Every time, without fail, the man would leave after an hour, a sad, dejected look on his face, only to turn up again in the next couple days and repeat the cycle all over again.

or

Jon continuously gets stood up at the cafe Martin works at. What happens when Martin finally talks to the sad man who keeps getting stood up?

Déjà Vu by CirrusGrey, T summary: Sasha remembers being unmade. Tim remebers being unknown. Jon and Martin remember being unwound. All of them think they're the only one. -------- The S1 crew wakes up in the past with memories up till the moment they died.

Archive Poltergiests by vanroesburg, T summary: "...did you need something, Martin?" Jon asked.

"Oh, uh, no, sorry, I was just wondering if- if you needed anything else? Biscuits, or help transporting anything?" Martin gave another flash of a nervous smile. This was normal behaviour, Martin was behaving normally.

Jon shook his head, but he did pick up the mug of tea, which Martin counted as a win. "No, Martin, all I need is your research on cases #0121102 and #0112905. Thank you very much," Jon said primly, taking a sip of the tea.

His face promptly scrunched up. His eyebrows knit together, he drew up his nose in disgust, and the twist of his mouth couldn't be interpreted as anything except utter distaste. God, Jon's face. This was better than he imagined.

Okay, act normal.

"Oh my god, Jon, is something wrong?! What just happened?" Martin asked, maybe laying the concern on a little thick.

Jon spluttered, confused for a moment before glaring at Martin, "What happened is your bloody tea's--"

Time to sell it.

"The tea?" Martin said, cutting Jon off quickly. He swiped the mug from Jon's desk, took a swig and swallowed it. God that was awful. He'd need to wash his mouth out after this. "What's wrong with it? It tastes fine."

do the stars gaze back? by bluejayblueskies, G summary: As they walk to the market, Martin considers just how unfamiliar all of this is to him. It's a rare occurrence to even hear about a celestial spirit visiting the earthly plane. He knows that the number of times he's seen Jon, much less spoken to them, is far beyond anything in anything in recorded history.

Because Jon is--for all intents and purposes--a star. And Martin has quite an impressive crush on them. It should maybe be terrifying, or at the very least remind him of just how very far out of his league Jon is. Instead, it's ... really quite wonderful. Jon is wonderful.

And now, Martin is going to go grocery shopping with them.

.

Or, Martin lives in a little seaside town and meets Jon, a celestial spirit with a fondness for books and human customs. He falls in love with them, even knowing that it's ill-advised and there's no way that Jon could love him in return.

... Is there?

snowed in by Athina_Blaine, T summary: "Do you think it's selfish? Trying to be happy?"

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The snow is falling. Martin and Jon find themselves forced to stay for the night.

The Power of Self Respect by IceEckos12 & PitViperOfDoom, T summary: Jon's life has never been easy, but he's now in a place where he has friends, his job isn't wretched, and best of all, he's dating Martin Blackwood. Things are finally starting to turn around for him, so of course that's when he learns that he must defeat Martin's seven exes in order to stay with him.

There's something fishy about this whole thing, Jon is sure of it. But the only way to find out what is to throw down the gauntlet and fight for his love.

found this cute guy on the merry-go-round? by abeebumbling, T summary: Martin Blackwood hadn't meant to stick to the merry-go-round job for so long. It was boring, very boring, the music whiny once you've listened to it a hundred times, so anything even mildly interesting stood out like a sore thumb. Jonathan Sims being on the verge of a mental breakdown turned out to be one of those things.

alright! fifteen fics, mostly jmart but also some gen and some background ships. i love all of these fics a lot and i hope you do too!

#friday chats #fic recs #the magnus archives #there's plenty more where this came from so feel free to ask for more! i'll read almost anything tma-related #the one main exception is jmart smut; i headcanon jon as sex-averse/repulsed and don't like reading that sort of thing #no hate to those who headcanon differently though! #i just won't have any fics like that bc it squicks me out a lot #also: a lot of these fics are...Quite Long lol. hope that's okay. if not there's a handful of oneshots in here too

[mylittleredgirl]

💝 candy hearts exchange 💝

Thank you in advance for writing for me! I love these fandoms and characters, and I’m very easy to please as a reader. If my collected likes and prompts are helpful, please use them, but if you have another idea (or don’t feel like scrolling through a letter that's much longer than the minimum word count for this exchange), please ditch my requests and write what you like! I love being surprised and look forward to seeing what you come up with.

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💕 I love: canon divergence | complications (e.g. emotional baggage, working together while in a relationship, traumas inflicted by canon) | episode-related fics | fix-its | friends to lovers | happy/hopeful endings | hurt/comfort | “it’s just casual” to lovers | other canon characters included in the fic | pining | polyamory dynamics | 5-times | all ratings are welcome.

🔥 Kinks enjoyed: aliens made them do it (or local canon equivalent) | blow jobs | body worship (especially related to body changes like aging, scars, weight gain, etc) | edging | hand jobs | masturbation | soft dom/sub (in bed not 24/7 lifestyle; bondage and praise yes, pain and shame no) | watching/voyeurism | sweet I-love-you sex works for me too!!

⛔️ DNWs: alternate-setting AUs (canon divergences big and small are welcome, as long as they’re in the same canon universe) | bashing of other characters or past canon relationships | crossovers (except between series in the same universe, like star trek) | hurt no comfort | non-canon nicknames | non-sexual bodily fluids in sex scenes | permanent character death | spelling out accents (for human characters) | zombies or blood-sucking vampires (other canon-typical aliens and cryptids are ok!).

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🍦 The Good Place:

Ships: Janet/Jason | Chidi/Eleanor Friendships: Team Cockroach | Janet & Michael

I seriously love every character and friendship dynamic in Team Cockroach and would love to learn more about any or all of them. I ship Jason/Janet (I am down BAD for them right now) and Chidi/Eleanor. Janet is my all-time fave, so it would be great if she can be part of the fic!

DNW: Michael as part of a sexual or romantic pairing (but I love him in friendship fics!)

Prompts:

Earth hijinks in season 3

5 things Janet learned about herself by interacting with Team Cockroach

Janet & Jason had so much fun on their little “let’s pretend we’re on a fancy person museum date” in the extended version of A Fractured Inheritance, so I wonder what other little dates they could go on…

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🛸 The X-Files:

Ships: Doggett/Reyes | Mulder/Scully

Poly Ships: Doggett/Reyes/Scully | Mulder/Scully/Doggett/Reyes Friendships: Reyes & Scully | Doggett & Reyes & Scully | Mulder & Scully & Doggett & Reyes

Doggett/Reyes and Mulder/Scully are lifelong ships for me! I love the season 9 dynamics between Doggett, Reyes, and Scully – how they work together professionally, their developing friendships and trust (and romantic attractions). For Mulder and Scully, I have a special love for fic set in the early seasons, but anything set in the original canon is great (please don’t use canon from the revival seasons).

What if it’s Monica’s turn to be hurt/in danger/kidnapped on a case, and John’s turn to find her or care for her afterward?

I have always wondered about Scully’s drunk little “I like her :)” in Empedocles. Did Monica keep in touch with her after This Is Not Happening? How does their friendship grow?

[Writer’s choice of agents] get snowed into a cabin with ghosts (either paranormal ghosts, or the metaphorical angsty ghosts they’re all carrying around)

OT3 or OT4 prompt: Just... how do they not kill each other?

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👽 Stargates:

Atlantis: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir SG-1: mini!OTP (Clone Sam Carter/Clone Jack O’Neill) | Janet Fraiser/Daniel Jackson

Sheppard/Weir: I am equally fine with fic set in seasons 1-3, fics where “that just didn't happen,” and AUs where Elizabeth comes back. In post-replicator AUs I’m fine with “came back wrong” or suffering along the way as long as at her core she's Elizabeth and it ends in a hopeful or happy way. Prompts:

John and the challenge of giving/receiving affection and Having A Feeling in general

A little off-world surprise (telepathy, alien bonding rituals, strange alien booze, you know) could do everyone some good

She’s almost entirely human, thank god… but maybe there’s something to like about the part that isn’t.

Clone Sam/Jack: I love this ship when they’re still themselves, but now with some understandable existential angst and alienation from both their past and new lives. I love exploring the tension between what they have lost and this new life they have, and the challenges of navigating a relationship when they spent so long NOT being in a relationship. Ideas:

One of them gets injured or is somehow in danger. That used to be normal, but now it feels different…

A field trip.

What happens after high school? At what point does this life start to feel like their own?

Daniel/Janet:

Janet survives and is healing from her injuries – how does her brush with death affect her? What about Daniel and Cassie? (Especially given everything Daniel & Cassie have been through?)

5 Times they fail to go out on a date… and maybe one time they succeed

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🌲 Twin Peaks:

Maddy Ferguson/Donna Hayward | Dale Cooper/Harry Truman | Dale Cooper & Harry Truman | Dale Cooper/Audrey Horne

I love Twin Peaks and its whole wacky cast of characters and inscrutable world logic. I am most familiar with the original seasons, but I will have finished season 3 by the time this fic exchange comes due, so write whatever you like!

Cooper/Harry or Cooper & Harry: I need a happy ending for them, either romantically or as best friends who care about each other The Most. Prompt idea: A canon-divergent AU where Cooper doesn't end up in the Black Lodge for 25 years, and he has to work through his divided loyalties between his life in the FBI and his heart in Twin Peaks...

For Maddy/Donna, James is definitely a part of their story so it’s fine if he and his canon romances with them are in the story, but I’d really like Maddy and Donna to realize that all this love drama is not actually about him at all. (And Maddy lives!)

For Cooper/Audrey, I’m fascinated by their connection (romantic or otherwise), and the tension that comes with it because Dale Cooper sees himself as an Upstanding Morally Responsible FBI Agent™️ and she’s a high school girl involved with a case. I imagine he’d have to wrestle with that even if they got together after season 2. Prompt idea: Cooper needs Audrey's help with an undercover assignment (or.... she decides on her own that he does, and Audrey Horne does what she wants).

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🛰 Babylon 5:

Ships: Michael Garibaldi/Susan Ivanova/Talia Winters | Michael Garibaldi/Talia Winters | Lyta Alexander/Talia Winters | Jeffrey Sinclair/Catherine Sakai Friendships: Lyta Alexander & Talia Winters | Michael Garibaldi & Talia Winters | Jeffrey Sinclair & Delenn

A few thoughts that aren’t really prompts but might inspire you:

I just really, really, really want Talia to be saved. It’s very important to me.

It seems like Lyta would be the most qualified, and Garibaldi and Ivanova would be the most motivated, so really any combination of people can be involved. If any of them want to kiss in the process that’s also fine.

A fic that takes place after she’s saved off-screen will also work!! Anything from “everything is fine now and it’s fluffy” to “wow everything hurts and all these people are still very fucked up in many interesting ways.”

Talia and Lyta have the same backstory of having briefly trained with the Psi Cops before moving on to being commercial telepaths – could they have known each other when they were young?

Sinclair/Sakai are good and pure, they should have had the chance to be happy!!

I have read “To Dream in the City of Sorrows,” so if you have also read that and want to include that canon in a story including Sinclair, feel free.

Sinclair & Delenn’s connection is so awesome and worth exploring, but I don’t have a specific prompt in mind.

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⚾️ Deep Space Nine:

Ships: Kira Nerys/Keiko O’Brien/Miles O’Brien | Julian Bashir/Ezri Dax Friendships: Jadzia Dax & Benjamin Sisko | Julian Bashir & Jadzia Dax

Prompt ideas:

I love the extended O’Brien family so much, and I want to see more of any part of their journey. Did Kira and Keiko spend any time together before the pregnancy arc, or are they really just getting to know each other then? What about after the baby is born? (I’m fine with an AU where she doesn’t move out at all, but if you want to go on a canon journey including Kira’s other relationships that’s fine too).

Kira’s faith and culture are so important to her – how is that a part of the relationship, and how does she share that with the kids?

For Bashir/Ezri I love the idea of an AU where the war/show lasts longer so they can take more time having crushes and getting to know each other before getting together. And then maybe they get into danger together to help things along.

(It’s also fine if you want to explore a canon version where they’re probably a little messed up by the end of the war, but somehow they work through it and stay together.)

Jadzia & Benjamin: One last ride into shenanigans, for Curzon’s sake…

Jadzia & Julian: “Watch and learn.”

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🍺 Cheers:

Diane Chambers/Sam Malone

This couple is my platonic ideal of “ship that needs to be together monogamously forever as a quarantine measure to protect everyone else.” I love them. They’re the worst. They have incredible sex. They should annoy each other til death do they part. I will happily read canon-like comedy disaster shenanigans but also fluff, smut, angst, fix-its, anything goes. Prompts:

How do they support each other (well or very badly) in their ongoing mental health/addiction challenges?

If they DID get married, Diane would co-own the bar…

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🍄 Star Trek: Discovery

Ship: Christopher Pike/Vina Friendships: Michael Burnham & Christopher Pike | Christopher Pike & Discovery Crew | Michael Burnham & Spock

Pike/Vina: I liked the classic version as a kid, and then the Discovery version grabbed me by the throat. Those 90 seconds or whatever they shared on-screen? Life-changing.

I think about the possibility of long-distance telepathic connection/dreams/etc...

Or an AU where she came with him after “In Memory Serves.”

Pike & Disco Crew & Burnham: Pike is, according to Number One, unsentimental… which made it hit me hard when he called the Discovery crew “my family” at the end of season 2 as they went into the rift. We saw how having a good and noble captain changed them, but how did being with them change him?

Burnham & Spock: AU where Spock made it to the future with them.

Burnham & Spock: Five Times Spock remembers her from the past, or Five Times Michael remembers him from the future.

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🖖 Star Trek: Enterprise

Trip/T’Pol | Hoshi & Travis | Hoshi/Travis

Trip/T’Pol prompt ideas:

T'Pol lets Trip help her in her ongoing recovery

I love interspecies complications! What’s it like for Trip & T'Pol to be on Earth or Vulcan as a couple? If they have a child/children, how do they negotiate parenting them?

How about that touch telepathy Vulcans have… 😏

Hoshi/Travis or Hoshi & Travis: They are so sweet in the tiny moments they have alone together, and anything you have to offer for them as friends or lovers would be fun! Some ideas:

How does he help her recover from her experience on the Xindi weapon?

Five times Hoshi and Travis were left alone (or left in command) on the bridge

If you want to write mirror Hoshi/Travis that would be cool too!

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🎬 Stargate Atlantis RPF

Torri Higginson/Joe Flanigan

If you are one of the three possible people on Earth to offer this pairing, you already know what I’m about. But for completeness’s sake:

I’m really into the Oh No We Mustn’t temptation, often followed by Oh No Looks Like We Did, Now What Do We Do With This Mess And These Feelings?

Anything from friends with flirty pining to endgame OTP works for me, but I would really like them to hook up at least once 😉

Prompt idea: Maybe one or both of them don't actually remember what happened last night...

Prompt idea: What if Torri's with someone else and now it's Joe's turn to be jealous?

Prompt idea: Missed connections, bad timing… how does it almost happen? And then how does it happen for real?

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Thank you again, and happy writing!

#dear author #fic exchange #candy hearts

[sanddusted-wisteria]

A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 22: Malfunction and Maintenance

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A/N: Hey hi I'm back on this fic! Got real busy and hit with some pesky writer's block on this fic. Still working through it a bit, but I've kept my overall writing groove going with some other new fics, so it was easier this time around to slide back into writing for this one.

And also, almost 2000 hits and over 100 kudos, holy shit. [and that isn't counting my Tumblr readers, love u guys <3] Thank you all so much! I'm really glad that you're all enjoying reading my stuff as much I'm enjoying writing it.

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The builder was surprised to come up to an empty roof that night. Qi should’ve been on a better work schedule these days. He could consistently meet them right on time, fortunately without any bags under his eyes.

They shrugged and took a seat. He’d come up when he was ready.

Sure enough, they heard urgent-sounding footsteps headed their way. The top of Qi’s head poked over the edge of the roof. “Can you come take a look at the mobile suit?”

“Huh? We just repaired it this morning…” A rather impromptu job, on top of one of the tables of the sacked Blue Moon like a surgery on a hospital bed, under the nervous gaze of Qi and half-bemused, half-annoyed gaze of Grace.

“I…I’d just like to be sure.”

The builder let out an amused chuckle and stood up. “Alrighty, I’ll do a once-over.”

“Thank you,” Qi said with a relieved sigh. “I-it’s not that I don’t trust your repair work… It’s just a precaution.”

“Say no more,” said the builder, patting his shoulder. “It’s my baby, too. Technically.”

They headed inside the Research Center, the mobile suit already pulled out of its usual parking spot by Qi’s workbench. The builder grabbed a nearby stepstool and started inspecting the robot, top to bottom.

They could feel Qi’s nervous gaze on them as they worked. “Are you…doing okay?” they asked gently as they finished inspecting the controls.

“Physically? My injuries are minimal. It’s just a couple bruises.”

“And emotionally…?”

Qi hesitated. The builder kept their eyes pointedly on the arm they were inspecting, not wanting to put pressure on him.

“The situation was…uncomfortable,” he said, sounding unusually deflated. “The clergy members have always been active objectors of my work, but…” He trailed off.

“…I guess having them get all up in your face like that is a lot more than they usually do,” the builder said. Qi let out a quiet hum.

Miguel and Dan-bi were on him as soon as Unsuur managed to put out the flames consuming the mobile suit, yelling at him for his lack of tact (with Burgess behind them, backing them up, albeit much more politely), before quickly descending into a lecture about how his technology was doing Sandrock more harm than good, and how they couldn’t believe that the minister and the mayor were letting his antics go unchecked for so long, and why oh why was he dragging the builder into all his crazy schemes?

That last bit was what made them look up from where they were helping Grace stomp out the last several embers of the fire on the stage. Qi was countering them indignantly, as they’d expect, but as soon as they were mentioned, hurt suddenly flashed across his face. It quickly disappeared as his scowl only deepened, shooting back with more venom as he came to their defense.

The builder quickly apologized to Grace before stomping over and putting themself between all of them. They made up an excuse that the mobile suit needed to be repaired ASAP, since it was city property. Miguel objected, knowing that it was obviously bullshit, but their hardened glare made him stand down with a huff. He turned around, but not before muttering a warning over his shoulder:

“The people closest to us are the ones who can bring you down the easiest. And the hardest. You would do well to remember that, builder. And you, director.”

Dan-bi and Burgess quietly followed his lead. The builder looked over their shoulder at Qi. He was still fuming, but they could see he was covering up for how shaken he felt.

“Why do they think I don’t understand their tenets…?” Qi muttered in the present, knocking the builder out of their thoughts. “I’m a researcher. Of course I know that technology can be used for terrible purposes. The core purpose of my profession is to understand exactly how that can happen!”

The builder couldn’t think of an answer. As noble as the Church’s objectives were, they always kept a wary eye on them at all times. There were always rumors floating around about the more…extreme chapters out there.

Qi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sandrock nearly collapsed because of unchecked development, and now, it’s being repaired with measured development and the use of technology. But for whatever reason, these Church people only like to fixate on the former. And then they extrapolate it to the whole world.”

“Doom and gloom make it easier to market a dogma, I guess,” muttered the builder as they moved to the mobile suit’s engines.

“Indeed. They see the things we develop and proclaim them harbingers of doom. As if we haven’t considered the state of the Old World a thousand times over already.” He let out another sigh as he sank into his desk chair. “The first researchers in the New World were people who had managed to salvage reading material in the ruins in the Age of Darkness. When the first settlers started digging through the rubble for relics, they were the ones who knew what they were digging up. Live munitions, farming equipment, power stone extractors, electromagnetic pulse emitters… They all looked the same to the untrained eye. Those early researchers were the only ones who could distinguish one from the other. They prevented more casualties than people realize.”

The builder paused their scrubbing of one of the suit’s exhaust pipes and looked up at Qi’s solemn face, resting on the back of his chair.

“Things would be objectively worse if us researchers weren’t here, if everyone was just blindly digging about without any direction,” he murmured. “I don’t understand how the Church still hasn’t realized that. Even with a hundred years to contemplate the state of things.”

The builder wished they could say something insightful. Something that wouldn’t just pander to one side. But they weren’t a researcher. Nor a clergy member. They were just a builder, forever on the sidelines of the constant conflict between the two. Even if they had a researcher for a partner. There was nothing they could say.

Qi felt their eyes on him, and glanced up. “Do…do you feel like I’ve ever goaded you into…well, anything?”

“I-is this about what Miguel said?”

Qi averted his eyes.

“Qi.” The builder stepped around the mobile suit to sit on the floor beside him. “Everything that I’ve done with you is something that I wanted to do, too. You’ve never, ever forced me.”

“Then… Do you ever feel like I’ve been a detriment to you?” He still couldn’t meet their eyes.

The builder reached up to gently grasp his hand, dangling from the back of the chair. “Never.”

Qi’s head turned at the touch. His gaze bore into theirs as he gave their hand a squeeze. “If…If my presence or my actions ever become detrimental…or burdensome…or…anything…please tell me. That is the last thing I want to be.”

“That’ll never happen.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“I promise you, it won’t.”

Qi let out a barely-audible sigh. “Well…in the unlikely event that it does happen, I don’t want to make it seem like you are stuck with me.”

The builder winced. “Qi, I…I don’t want to break up with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Qi’s eyes widened. “O-Oh! No no no, I didn’t necessarily mean we would have to break up at that point. When I said ‘stuck with me,’ that also encompasses my character and actions at that particular moment. I will try to analyze and work to correct whatever is causing any discomfort in our relationship.”

“Qi…” The builder’s heart swelled. It was sweet, but… “…Don’t feel like you have to completely change for me.”

“F-From my research, it shows that failure to adapt to one’s romantic partner and their behaviors is a leading cause of failure in relationships…”

“It’s a two-way street, sweetheart. Everything you’ve said applies to me too. If you’re uncomfortable with something about me, you can tell me. And I’ll do my best to change.” They pressed their lips to the back of his hand. “You don’t have to do everything by yourself. You’ve got me.”

Qi’s face flushed. Whether it was from their words, or the pet name, or the kiss, they weren’t sure. “…I understand,” he whispered.

“Good.” A soft smile lit up the builder’s face. “Mobile suit looks good, by the way.”

Their heart swelled again to see Qi’s expression mirror theirs. “Oh? Excellent. Never a bad idea to check.”

They chuckled. “How about we go see some stars now?”

Qi nodded, picking his head up from the chair. “Of course.”

They both stood up, keeping their hands connected. The builder started heading for the door, but Qi quickly stepped in front of them. Before they could ask why, he had pulled them into his arms.

He was silent, but nothing needed to be said. The builder felt their face soften as they wrapped their arms around him in return.

Qi’s hugs always felt so nice.

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[xmcu-fietro]

Positive Writer Asks

1,2,4,7,8, and 15

asks from here

Thanks for the ask! It's a bit of a long post (tried to keep each answer to a paragraph or so but it all adds up) so I've added the "keep reading" thing after the first answer :)

1 - What’s your favorite WIP you’ve ever worked on (finished or not)?

I’ve talked about this a couple of times, but I think my fave WIP is a fic that I’m writing about how Peter deals with the aftermath of being kidnapped and abused, not knowing how to cope/heal since he can’t remember anything that happened to him (it's currently titled Nobody, but we’ll see if that changes). His recovery involves a lot of learning to trust other people—and really, specifically Erik—as he rebuilds his identity and recovers. The circumstance is pure fiction, but the emotions he experiences as he adjusts to his new normal are pretty heavily based on my own experiences with trauma. I see Peter as someone who wants to “act now, think later” and if he has no/little information to act on, that forces him to slow down in a way that’s difficult and uncomfortable for him. 

2 - What’s your favorite finished WIP?

Right now I don’t have any completed WIPS (thanks ADHD); since I don’t have anything completed I’ll talk (a little more) about Nobody because it’s my longest WIP.

This is probably going to sound a bit out of left field, but I was inspired to write this fic when I was reading The Odyssey (which is what the title references). Odysseus and his son Telemachus both struggle with Odysseus missing so much of Telemachus’ life—one struggling with curbing his impulses/emotions (or his thumos/spiritedness, as the book says), and the other trying to figure out who he’s supposed to be without his father to guide him. My brain is in xmen mode 24/7, so I went “hey, that kind of sounds like Dadneto!”. I began writing it as a study of how Peter and Erik's shared, genetic ADHD—I know it isn't canon, but I see Erik as being inattentive or combined type ADHD and Peter as being hyperactive type ADHD—gives them similar coping methods for similar emotions/trauma even though they seem like opposites at a glance. However, as I started writing I coincidentally also started dealing with my own issues, so what I’ve written actually has nothing to do with The Odyssey and much more to do with me processing stuff. 

4 - Tell us all about the story arc you are most proud of writing.

I apologize for another answer about Nobody—I promise I do have other fics—but I really think it’s probably what I’m most proud of. Peter’s arc in the story is definitely challenging and exhausting for him and those around him. I think being in a situation where he’s incredibly vulnerable and has no choice but to admit he needs help forces him to come to terms with why he doesn’t want to ask for help, so it’s kind of him reaching rock bottom and realizing he can’t actually run from everything, but that it’s okay because the people who matter to him are willing to sit next to him in that struggle and won’t let him stay stuck. 

7 - What’s the best writing motivator for you?

Getting comments and kudos is always really nice! I especially like comments because it helps me understand if there’s anything in particular that made someone like my writing. Music in general is also a huge motivator for me—not just with writing, but with basically anything. I like to make character playlists, and it helps me get into the headspace of whoever I’m writing. 

8 - What’s the most validating comment you’ve ever received about your writing (in person or online)?

On Vilomah you commented that some details I wrote were vivid, and @jadoue1999 once told me that I’m good at building an atmosphere and foreshadowing things; I really appreciated these because I feel like I’m not always the best at describing things or planning things out. @spidey-sense-projections once texted me that I have “probably the most creative mind of anyone [she's] ever met” which I’m not sure is entirely true, but I was certainly very flattered by that :)

15 - Copy and paste a cute/fluffy moment you are particularly proud of.

Shockingly, a fic that isn’t xmen-related! This is a Mare of Easttown fic that’s a mix between angst and fluff because I honestly don’t know if I have anything that’s purely fluffy. The basic premise is that Mare dies shortly after solving the case and Colin and Mare’s ghosts reunite; this scene is just after Colin finds Mare, but she struggles with feeling like his death is her fault:

Mare fidgets with the spot on her left hand where her wedding band used to rest and tries to wring the last feelings of guilt out of herself, but every time she looks at him all she can think of is how long it took to get his blood out from under her fingernails with the hospital’s cheap soap. 

Colin looks down without a word, gently holds her shaking hand in his, and squeezes the spot near her scar. Noticing Mare’s stony expression despite her tears starting to give away her emotion, he moves to cradle her head under his chin, rubbing his thumb back and forth lightly across her knuckles until her breathing evens out. 

“I missed you.” Mare confesses, finally relaxing.

She feels Colin smile against her, lips now pressed near her temple. “You better have.” he mumbles jokingly. “And look.” he pulls away, bringing her hand towards the side of his face to compare their scars, “We match now.”

phew, that's it! I tried to not make this post too insanely long, but I'm not sure if I succeeded. If you stuck around this long, kudos to you!

#if anyone is like 'i'd like to send in an ask but specifically about your other fics' just let me know lol i can talk about other stuff if #y'all want to hear about what else i'm working on #it just so happened that 'Nobody' fit a lot of these questions #fietro's personal posts #fietro's ask box #positive writer asks #peter maximoff #quicksilver #erik lehnsherr #magneto #dadneto #dadneto and quickson #quickson #mare of easttown #mare sheehan #colin zabel #adhd peter maximoff #adhd erik lehnsherr #the magnet family #fietro's writing

[ladyhoneydee]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @aegon-targaryen!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23, which is an absolutely wild number, and will also be even higher by the end of the month!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

63,587

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Realistically only LoZ, although I have two non-LoZ fics on my AO3 as well!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kiss Me [Kaichou wa Maid-Sama!] - 851 kudos

Bloom and Grow [LoZ] - 280 kudos

Just Fine (but i’m calling out) [LoZ] - 163 kudos

Sweet Nothing [LoZ] - 149 kudos

Matching Set [LoZ] - 89 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ahahaha my relationship with replies is complicated? I never used to (because I never thought about it, and also because I was never sure how to interact with more simple comments, even though I’m so grateful for all of them). Then I began trying to reply to them earlier this year, as a way to engage with people and thank them. Aaaand then I started my 30 Day Song(fic) Challenge this month and all replying to comments has flown out the window lol. Oops

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I generally prefer endings that have at least some hope, but Riptide, which has none (because it's Midlink not long before the final scene of TP), takes the cake on angstiest fic

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of fluffy, happy fic, so this one is difficult! I think I’d have to go with Sweet Nothing (in which BotW/TotK zelink are finally free of destiny and expectation and the weight of the monarchy and are just blissfully domestic and in love)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I once received a very odd comment arguing about a throwaway reference I included, but nothing I’d classify as “hate” lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! Although I’m not necessarily opposed

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve never written a crossover, nor do I read them. However, I do love AUs based on existing media!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, although I hope to feel confident enough in my longfic-planning-skills to do so someday

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

It’s gotta be zelink, of course (although I am a multishipper, to be clear!)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

[long, dead-eyed stare into the camera] too many to count, especially my longfic ideas…

16. What are your writing strengths?

Prose, characterization, and invoking emotion, according to my comments sections

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

An inability to come up with actual plots for longfics, and an extreme lack of confidence in myself and my writing (especially when faced with negative critique from people whose opinions I really value). I’m working on these, though!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I suppose you could count my usage of Japanese honorifics when writing anime/manga fic? I just would rather throw myself down an oubliette than use “Mr./Ms. [Somebody]” when two characters refer to one another formally. Plus it loses a lot of nuance

19. First fandom you wrote for?

LoZ. Ironically, it was in 2011, before I ever knew actual fanfiction existed online!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

What a question. My answer to this probably changes by the day, but for now it’s probably Of Anguish and Apple Fritters. I love the comforting nature of it, and it makes me endlessly pleased and proud to have received comments telling me that it made them nostalgic for life experiences of their own

Tagging @pastelsandpining, @farore-or-less, @cooking-with-hailstones

#tag game

[pascal-oswell]

20 questions for fic authors

i saw ur tag in the morning when i woke up nessa and then i completely forgot. BUT THANK U FOR THINKING OF ME!!!! i don't really want to tag anyone bc its a bit scary. but eros and duo if u see this... perhaps this might interest u to do it

1. How many fics do you have on ao3?

46 ! and maybe like 20 which existed on ao3 at some point but got deleted by oj for one reason or another.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

96 365... the oj does not write long things

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mostly project moon these days. and mostly limbus bc (inferno pink grabs me by the throat)

if i didnt feel like it was pointless id probably write for a larger variety of stuff bc the oj brain is full of self insert stuff. but it doesnt rly matter

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

the wine on your skin (137) gonna shrimp myself over that one bc it was my first and probably shittiest smut. but its smut in a large fandom (fire emblem) so it attracted people i guess

yeah dante's fine. what do you mean they're at -45 sanity you're lying (132) IM GLAD PEOPLE LIKED THAT ONE it was a lot of fun. and nice people cared about a dante centric fic with abnos:) (but also still mad as hell over that thing with the guy taking one of the concepts and clearly saying it was from another fic while categorically refusing to actually name it lol)

do NOT wake the manager up. YES they fell asleep on the job but they're REAL comfy right now do NOT disturb them (117) i can't tell if people get attracted by the funny titles or bc they see there are more characters besides faust and dante. bc i know people are NOT coming for them.

i'll always be there (104) a short manuleth fic... im glad there are manuleth likers out there. that professor loves that doctor ok

and they'll fall in love with her again and again (88) people liked the exploration of IDs... its kinda debunked now but it was still fun

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I USUALLY DO unless i find the comment weird. but if its rly weird i usually straight up delete it lol but otherwise i reply to comment if only to thank people for taking the time to leave one. its a tough world out there for attention starved writer

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

id argue the angstiest i have is one of my deleted ones where i straight up killed a char and the fic was all about everyone else's grief it was depressing lol otherwise theres the obvious silver snow edeleth angst but its kinda whatever. the backward clock chapter of the dante abnos fic was rly good imo. the nothing there one too. the inferno pink confession fic too.... ough...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

SCORCHED GIRL & ANGELA FIC GOT ME FUCKED UP MAN. FOUND FAMILY BETWEEN THE FUCKED UP LITTLE GIRL AND THE ANDROID

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nah. thank god i dont i think id nuke my ao3 on the spot i already explode over weird comment

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i smack my faust and dante dolls together

i used the be rly scared of smut now im a free little oj. it gets horny sometimes but also im rly vanilla so its usually very sweet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i dont. i should sometime though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

NOT AS FAR AS I KNOW I THINK ID NEVER WRITE AGAIN OTHERWISE

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nay

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no and i dont think i could oj needs to write her thing in peace. art&fic stuff are rly fun though.. oj likes when duo art inspires her or oj text inspires duo...

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

ALL TIME IS A TOUGHIE the ships come and go guys cmon. rn inferno pink is all the rage though. and me with all the ladies i like

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

funnily enough i dont rly have wips bc i only start things when im REALLY motivated and i usually dont write things long enough that id drop them mid way. so none

16. What's your writing strengths?

being straight to the point maybe. idk. i mean my whole style is about short sentences and descriptions and just giving enough to get the feelings and vibes and idk. like i dont spend a paragraph talking about the weather thats not my style.

i like to think im good at sounding like chars too. if its the chars i like at least. or i hope at least. maybe its all in my head.

17. What's your writing weaknesses?

im rly bad at writing things that require more description... stuff that i cant just move on from or write by sprinkling lil actions between dialogues... like say. a fight scene. im rly bad at it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i mean if the char actually speaks in another language usually and mixes it with the translated language or whatever sure. itd make sense i have no issue with it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

long ago i wrote stuff for shin megami tensei 4. but i think even before that i wrote lil danganronpa drabbles that never got posted anywhere. also technically i wrote a story about vocaloids for an english assignment in middle school. does that count

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

idk if its a favorite but im like. rly fond of "hello doctor, it's me again. i missed you." bc its the fic i probably put the most effort in. longest and multi chapters and like. id started writing it two years prior to when i finished it and id written like. a chapter and a half on paper during breaks in college and never did anything with it. and two years later when i was sorting my stuff i had these papers and wanted to throw them away so i was like ill type this out on puter at least before that. and then i ended up motivating myself to finish it and i was rly proud of it... oj is still rly sad it didnt get that much attention in the end.

otherwise oj rly likes her angela & abno fics:) shes happy with them. and also stuff ive written for duo! i think its cute and i had a lot of fun with them

#blabla #ask meme #kinda? not rly. but you get my point