#fics

[when-sanpape-arts]

Postmortem Chapter 7

fellas is it gay to nurse another man back to health

#fear and hunger termina #marcoh fear and hunger #artists on tumblr #daan von dutch #daarcoh #funger #fear and hunger #daanmarcoh #illustration #return of marcoh's safari shirt white pants combooo #fanart #fics #daan fear and hunger

[losersimonriley]

At the tail end of a long, grueling mission that had them run around half of Eastern Europe, Laswell had given Ghost and Soap three days of leave before they'd be flying back home. She'd even booked them a hotel in a tiny spa town for two nights. Yet even though they arrived early in the day, Soap was still exhausted enough from the mission to just let Ghost handle the check in.

Something was off, though, when Ghost returned to him. He could tell by the square set of his shoulders and the slight frown on his brows. Even without his usual balaclava, his hood and face mask hid most of Ghost's expressions from inexperienced viewers.

"Good news: Laswell's paying for two dinners each at the in house restaurant. It's supposedly very good," Ghost reported.

"And the bad news?"

Ghost subtly shifted his weight. "Only had rooms with double beds left."

"You mind sharing?" Soap raised his eyebrows.

"Nah. Thought you might."

"Nah. Let's get up to our room then. I'm right knackered from the trip."

Ghost rolled his eyes at the phrasing, but didn't comment on it. When Soap punched his shoulder to signal go time, he obediently followed to the elevator.

As forewarned, the room only had one bed. But at least it was the softest, most cloud like bed Soap'd ever had the pleasure of sitting on. He wanted to immediately lie down and never get up. First things first, though.

"Mind if I take the first shower?"

Ghost shrugged. "Feel free. Thought I'd have a look around town. Find the spa. Try the public fountains. Look at the local attractions. Tourist shite."

"Have fun. I'll cover home base while you're out on recon, then."

Ghost huffed out a small laugh as he turned to leave the room.

Soap hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself off with extremely fluffy towels and then got himself comfortable in the bed. He'd planned on a quick nap, but when he woke up again, it was because someone had chucked a paper bag at his head. It smelled deliciously like baked goods.

"Got you lunch, Sleeping Beauty."

"I'd be so mad at you for waking me like that," Soap said as he sat up and bit into the bun that'd smacked him in the ear. "If this weren't so good."

"Up for an afternoon trying all the healing springs? The park is twenty minutes from here and has at least ten different fountains with different properties. Maybe one can cure stupid."

"Maybe one can cure being a dick."

"You'll never know."

They spent the afternoon together trying the water from every single fountain in the park. It had clearly been built sometime in the nineteenth century, Soap pointed out, citing the architecture and decorations. The water was various kinds of salty. More than half the fountains were claimed to have uranium in the water, a fact that led both Ghost and Soap to come up with more and more outrageous movie mutations caused by too much of the spa water. Dinner at the hotel's restaurant was fantastic. The chef didn't skimp on the fat, nor on the herbs and spices.

Soap had almost forgotten about the bed in their room by the time they got ready for bed. "I can still sleep on the floor, LT."

"Why?"

"Dunno." Soap shrugged. "Thought it might be weird to you."

"'s not." Ghost took off his boots, stripped down to his undershirt and briefs before he slipped under the covers. "Fuck. 's like a cloud in here."

Quickly, before either of them could change their mine, Soap undressed and got into bed as well. His hammering heart forced him to keep a fair distance between himself and Ghost.

"Figured you'd be a cuddler," Ghost mused.

"That an offer?"

"Mh." Under the covers, Ghost reached out to pull Soap closer to him. "Don't mind if it's you."

Soap swallowed. He let himself be pulled against Ghost, head resting on a broad chest, hand over a heart that was beating it's staccato rhythm in tandem with Soap's own.

"G'night, Simon," Soap whispered, not trusting his mouth to say more.

"Night, Johnny."

When he woke up the next morning with his Johnny sprawled out on top of him, with his breath hot against his bare neck, Ghost was immensely glad he'd convinced the hotel clerk to give them a room with a double bed. Even if it was just for one more night, he'd treasure this closeness for the rest of his life.

This felt like getting tucked into a comfy warm hotel bed of my very own <3 I hope everyone else enjoys this cloud bed as much as I do god BLESS

#ghostsoap #I love their banter especially ghost’s one liners my god #“maybe one can cure stupid” AKDHSHA PLEASE #cuddling ghoap my absolute beloved #ghost you sly devil you #thank you for this treasure I’m sorry it took so long to answer I was waiting until I had good quiet time to read it <333 #LITERALLY the post from the other day about writing characters just getting to sleep in a comfy bed oh my god 😭❤️🫶 #fics #asks #long post

[blankwashed]

Content Warnings: 18+ stuff here, ddlg (daddy dom, little girl), broken family, pretty rough sex, Toji himself should be a warning-

You let out a big sigh. It was probably the hardest or easiest essay you have ever gotten academically. It was an easy question for the rest of your classmates as they were happily writing away about their parents or guardians, thinking about the happy holidays and birthdays that they have received throughout their life.

15 minutes have passed and your paper was still blank, without even a paragraph structure. What could you write about your father? Sure, he wasn’t your actual father per se but your mother married him ever since you were a child so that counts, right?

At the age of 6, your mom kept going out on Friday nights, leaving you to be taken care of by your aunts and uncles. She would leave until it was Sunday night when she picks you up and brings you home. In the mind of a little child, you figured she went out for work purposes but in reality, she was going on dates with a special man whom you would eventually call dad.

Sometimes, she leaves you at home with food already prepared and brings him over. Of course, she would place your toys around the television and goes into the bedroom with the man. As you were innocent, you thought that they were both talking about business as your mother always looks pleased whenever she comes out of the room. A little tired, but a smile on her face.

This went on for 2 years until she came to you saying that you’ll finally have a father figure in your life. Of course, he was your father. The striking, muscular, tall man built like a soldier. Sometimes he made your heart beat faster and louder when he was around the home minding his own business. He watched you grow up into the gorgeous and pretty girl you are now. Attending teacher-parent meetings when necessary, signing documents and being your personal chauffeur whenever you and your friends wanted to go for outings to malls.

Behind all of that, you kept a deep and dark secret from everyone. Something you would not even tell your best friend or even a fly.

“Nyah! Daddy, sore from P.E. class yesterday! My teacher asked us to run laps and I think I overdid myself-“

He thrusted himself deeper into your dry pussy while his fingers were forming quick circles around your clitoris.

Sure, he filled the gap in your mom’s life when your actual dad left. But that wasn’t the only thing he was filling. Toji isn’t blind or stupid. Maybe a little out of his mind but as a man, he watched you grow up. Breasts forming, hips enlarging. It would be a lie if you say you didn’t secretly touched yourself thinking about him.

“No buts, bitch. Today was a hard day at work and the only thing that could make my day is your tight pussy. Mmm, thankfully it’s still tight,,,,,” He pushed himself deeper multiple times while playing with your clit. You were in pain due to the lack of foreplay and you remembered an idea you had in school during Arts class.

It was always something you’ve wanted to try. Running towards your school bag, rummaging through all your utensils.

Found it. A thick flowy strip of red ribbon.

“C‘mere daddy, let me decorate you before I feast on you,” smirking while tying a beautiful ribbon around his leaking hard cock. “Look daddy! It’s giving me a reward for making it look so appealing~” you said, referring to the trickles of pre-cum dripping.

Toji was about x years older than you. This wasn’t the first time he saw a chick gawking (no pun intended) at his length. Obviously that was also the way your own mother knew that he was the man for her.

“Getting creative, are we? Let daddy reward you for giving our play-time a little more effort,” he says lowly while playing with your left nipple with his tongue. His big hands always perform wonders on the rest of your body while his prize winning cock was busy elsewhere on your body.

Your moans were and are melodies to his ears. You weren’t big on being able to form sentences while getting fucked silly, however…

“Please daddy! I-I’m your little dirty slut, make me come daddy! I need it, I NEED you! Daddy…” you tried to touch your clit with your fingers but they were swatted away by his hand.

“When has it ever been about what you want, toy?” he spit on your pussy, and started to rub vigorously. It was in no way pleasurable and it hurt.

You knew he was doing this on purpose and knew that it wouldn’t get better if you kept disobeying his commands. With both your mom and Megumi away, he made you sit on the family’s dining table. Pushing away everything that could be in the way of him and you.

He pushed you down, readying himself to slurp on his wet, awaiting treasure. You were still a mess, moaning and screaming his name. “Daddy please, don’t make me wait any longer, please daddy,,,” your toes start curling and you could feel the long awaited climax reaching.

“Cumming daddy!!! Shit, I fucking love you-“ you screamed as you came while holding onto his broad shoulders. Your mind was as if it was in a different world, a world where Toji, your step-dad was yours. Where you didn’t have to hide your feelings towards him and you could touch him romantically and sexually in public.

so fucking horny for toji, are we???? (we as in me)

#toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #jjk smut #fics #help #im having semester break but i just want toji to help me ace my classes #daddy toji #smut #toji x reader

[the-badger-mole]

I was scrolling through my fics, and was suddenly struck by how often fairytales have inspired my stories. I decided to put them in a collection so all of you can see one of the repeating patterns in my stories.

Read the fics here

#atla #zutara #fics #throw back...monday #tbt #on a monday

[waterfire1848]

do you have any fic recs for zukka or azutara i'm mainly a zukka fan but azutara is so cute so is tyzula and mailee ofc but yeah fic recs?

Hello, anon!!

I do!! Here are some Zukka story, the authors, and a mini summary

Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores - Onmyliteraturebullshitagain - Set during canon, Selkie/merman Sokka is captured by Zuko and the two form a close friendship and soon turns into a relationship.

It's All About Sokka's Hair - Paintedbluerose - During the events of the Chase, Zuko sees Sokka with his hair down and just falls head over heels for him. (Mini scene of Ozai doing the same when he sees Hakoda with his hair down which has nothing to do with Zukka but I find it hilarous)

Hair About You - Paintedbluerose - Zuko never tells Sokka how much hair matters in Fire Nation culture so it's the five times Sokka basically plays with Zuko's hair and everyone around them assumes they're in a very committed relationship but Sokka is like "I'm just playing with my best friends hair."

The Hotman From Hot Topic - Sinkburrito - Zukka and Azutara. Cute misunderstanding because Sokka goes to Zuko and asks for Azula's number, for Katara (who has a major crush on Azula), but Zuko assumes he wants it himself and hilarity ensues.

The Firelord and His Ambassador are Fucking - ClarissaGeorge - Zukka with background Mailee - Another fic where Sokka is oblivious to what touching Zuko's hair means and Zuko decides not to tell him.

You Clutched My Brain and Eased My Ailing - GallifreyanFairytale - Sokka and Zuko pretend to be Aang's parents during the Headband and Zuko realizes how much he likes being Sokka's husband (even if it is fake)

Protect The Princess - Whysleepwhenship - Zukka, Azutara, Mailee. Azula, Zuko and Mai are assigned to a high school to protect Yue but have to act as normal students. While there, they quickly develop crushes on the first three students they meet: Katara, Sokka and Ty Lee.

One Step at A Time - TheEmptySkies - Only Azutara. Katara teaches Azula how to do her hair.

Late Night Evacuation - SifuAzula - Azula and Katara are roommates at college that do not get along. That changes after a 3 am fire alarm when Azula is left outside in her underwear and a shirt.

In Your Eyes - Anonymous (rated T and Azutara is the only relationship in it) - Katara takes care of a drunk Azula.

The Window Incident - Animeyoda - Azutara with background Mailee - Katara invites Azula over for a study date but Azula has no clue that it was a date and tries to escape...only to get stuck in a window.

The Origins of Fire Ferret - Witchgirl1234 - Azula and Katara talk while she's in the asylum and Katara discovers Azula doesn't like the dark.

#ask #fic recommendations #zukka #azutara #mailee #fics

[absolutelyflabbergasted]

Fic recs

someone asked, so here, send me an ask if you want more

All marauders fics, mostly Regulus-centric, all 34k+, all on ao3

ART DECO by EnbyHighMage, high school au, Regulus-centric, wolfstar and Rosekiller, 40k

May These Memories Break Our Fall by MidnightStargazer, Pandora-centric, v sad, assumed MCD

To The Dark Lord by MidnightStargazer, Regulus-centric, same series as above, MCD

Toujours Vivant by MidnightStargazer, Regulus-centric, happy ending alternative to above

falling apart (what it means to be broken) by illu_gremlins, Regulus-centric, tw child abuse and disassociattion HEARTWRENCHING, one of my faves, 40k

Ice Ice Baby by Calypte, Regulus/Sirius centric, Ice skating au, wolfstar, jegulus, Rosekiller, and QPR Regulus/Evan/Barty, lots of French, happy, incomplete with unlikely updates, but it’s super funny, 62k

blinding lights by introvertedhufflepuff, fame au, jegulus and wolfstar, 96k

The Mystery Of the Pears by sonwar, Reg survives the cave, jegulus, 90k

The Veil Of Secrecy by Ibbsterkisster, Reg-centric, jegulus, marylily, Rosekiller, violence, disassociation, TW TW TW but so goood, 65k but updates still coming

The Stars Cried Requiem by starsmacabray, Trans Reggie, his transition and growing up, jegulus and wolfstar, 297k and still coming

Death is an Art-I am an Artist by Narritiuncula, Regulus is reincarnated as a di Angelo, Percy Jackson crossover, 34k and maybe-updates

Meet On Telegraph Avenue by ani-wahstan, 1999 Bay Area au, jegulus and a little wolfstar, 34k

A potion a day from The Black Apothecary by ani-wahstan, Regulus owns a apothecary, James is a dad, fluff fest, jegulus, 36k

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive) by euphorial_docx, Jegulus, Reg lives in Italy, James is visiting with Sirius, fluffy but have google translate open, 42k

There is something about you, calling to me by ThisLiminalSpace, Alien! Reg, no colors, deeply dramatic, cool af, metaphors metaphors metaphors, Jegulus but it’s just Reg having premonitions about James, still updating, one of my faves, 37k

These are some of my faves, but I have another 200 in my collection so feel free to ask

#sirius black #marauders era #marauders #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #marauders fic #fic rec #jegulus #wolfstar #rosekiller #fics #ao3 #fic #you’re welcome

[lilyofthevalleyys]

summary:

Sirius gets accused of vandalism

He doesn’t really care, because:

1. He really needs a smoke

2. The officer interrogating him is hot

3. Said officer has a cigarette

wolfstar one shot ⭐️

(sirius is a criminal lol (kind of))

link: Smoke Signals

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #one shot #wolfstar oneshot #ao3 #fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfics #fanfics #fics #ao3 fics #wolfstar fic

[oceansssblue]

*barges into your askbox, breaking down the door*

may i request a jedi fem!reader x tech where they are on a mission together after some time, and they get separated from the rest of the group. she fights very well against some opponents but ends up getting just a bit bloody and hurt, mostly due to an aggressive fighting style, that of a warrior. tech notices all the new scars n stuff on her face and forearms and is worried. she insists she's fine and tries to brush it off, even though she doesnt like them and makes her less of a jedi and more of a warrior. he comforts her telling her things like your a great general and you don't have to follow the code perfectly to still be a good jedi. so basically first kiss fluff and comfort, a bit of angst.

sorry it was so long! have a great day/night

I love Tech soo muchhhh 🥹 This was a cute idea, so here it is! Hope you like it.

Next request will feature Commander Mayday I think!

Stay tunned,

Xx,

Sky.

"JEDI WARRIOR"

TBB REQUESTS —TECH/F READER

WARNINGS: Blood, scars. A sprinkle of angst but mostly fluff and comfort 📩💔💖

"I'll distract them!" your voice shouts loud and clear through the batch's coms frequency.

Tech frowns, dodging a shot and quickly neutralising the droid responsible for it.

"General..." he begins, clearly not happy with the offer, but you cut him of quickly.

"That's an order" you almost bark back to him.

You don't mean to be mean or harsh. But you're in the middle of a battle, there's lifes on danger, and though you know Tech's worried about you, you can't let that distract you. You need to distract your enemies so the Batch can get to their base; so they can get the information needed. Information that will save hundreds of lifes and will be valuable to the Republic. You know Tech will probably have a list of the things that could go wrong with you getting separated from them in his mind; but it's your choice, ultimately. If you die, so be it. You'd do it honorably.

Tech clenches his jaw.

"Yes, General".

You run away, jumping over dozens of droids and never slowing down, your orange lightsaber dancing through their lines, a blur of light in the almost darkness of the arriving night. While you atract the majority of their troops and pull them far away, the Batch advances. You hope you can hold them off til they get what you need.

Time passes, and your enemies seem to close around you. Droids are not the main problem; the natives of Garsa are, riding big felines with sharp teeth that painfully closes around your arms and legs more than once. One of the predators catches your ankle and pulls, dragging you through the dirt; and you can't help the furious, painful scream that leaves your mouth, twisting around quickly and stabbing your lightsaber through his own open mouth. The animal screeches and dies.

When you hear Hunter's voice through your coms again, half an hour later, you're on the verge of falling unconscious. You can barely fight much longer; energy drained even with your extensive Jedi training. You feel blood all over you, mixing with the dirt of the ground you've been rolling in. It tingles painfully, all the open wounds on your body; specially the deep scratches on your face, that tugs with every facial expression and movement.

You must be quite the sight, because when the Batch comes near you, Tech suddenly halts upon seeing you. A second later, they're all standing around you, helping you to get rid of the last enemies and giving you cover while you start your hurried way back to the Marauder.

Once you're safely flying away on the ship, you collapse down onto the floor. Wrecker grabs you before you can really slam down onto it; lowering you gently. Your mind feels dizzy with exhaustion; and you've almost fallen asleep in place when Tech kneels besides you, route already established and on automatic pilot.

His fingers carefully brush your hair away; chocolate brown eyes studying you worriedly.

"Let's get you cleaned up and fixed, General" he whispers, putting your arm over his shoulders and tugging you up to a stand with him.

You grunt in pain and lean most of your weight against him.

"Don't know if I can stay up and conscious through a shower" you mumble tiredly.

Tech starts a slow, careful walk towards the bathroom. The rest of the Batch scatters throughout the ship, tending to their own wounds and exhaustion.

"That is okay" Tech answers, unbothered. "You could stay with your underware on and I could assist you with that, if you would be comfortable with such situation".

You glance at him and inevitably smile. His cheeks are slightly flushed, though he's trying to keep his voice and posture as professional as possible. You know it's a weird situation, and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Maybe you would be with Hunter or Wrecker or Cross. But you've always felt safe and at ease with Tech specially; and it would be just one soldier helping another. Of sorts.

" 'M okay with that" you give him your permission, and Tech nods quietly.

Once in the bathroom, you hold yourself with a hand against the wall and slowly pull your clothes of. Tech intently stares down at the floor; only risking a quick glance upwards when you let out a small whimper of pain. Your pant's are abandoned on the floor; but your bloody shirt is stuck to a wound on your stomach, and just touching the material of the shirt makes your wound burn.

"Let me" Tech asks, gently, and you push your hands over your head, staying as still as possible while he carefully separates the shirt from your skin and pulls it off of your body.

You sigh in relief and thank him before wobbling into the shower. Tech's hand stabilises you; and he makes sure to catch you whenever you stumble a bit too much for his comfort. You get rid of the dirt and blood, being specially carefull with your injuries; and then gently dry your skin with a towel.

Tech takes a step back –dropplets of water running down his still in place armour–, eyes glancing down at the floor again. You smile with his consideration of your privacy; though the smile dissapears from your face when you take a look at the small mirror in front of you.

The wounds are deep, and they will scar. One crosses over your nose, another cuts vertically through your left eyebrow, and two other big ones slashes your right cheek. Smaller ones go over your lip, though you think those will heal nicely. You open your towel and glance down, analysing. There's more across your body. You...

"Don't look like a jedi" you unconsciously mumble out loud. "More like a warrior".

Tech's eyes meet yours through the reflection of the mirror. He frowns, and you fake a smile while you pull yourself out of your thoughts. You hide under the towel.

"I'm fine".

It's obviously a lie; and Tech has always been intelligent.

His hands hesitantly land on your shoulders; thumbs caressing slowly.

"You're a great general" he tells you, gentle. "This was a suicide mission, and yet we all made it out fairly well, considering the circumstances. You don't have to follow the code perfectly to be a good Jedi. Jedi's use the Force to help people, to bring peace to the galaxy. Isn't that what you do everyday?"

His words make your heart ache. Your eyes fill with tears.

Yeah, you do. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to follow the code literally step by step. Maybe what you're doing is enough. You're only human, after all.

Maybe...

You turn towards Tech. He's tall, and handsome, and polite and gentle, intelligent and caring. You've always liked him. Always felt something towards him, even if you've tried to burry it inside your soul.

Maybe... Your hands tremble as they make their way up to his face; carefully cupping his cheeks. Tech blushes, but he doesn't glance or move away. He's still, breathing heavier, eyes fixed on yours, waiting expectantly. His hands slowly travel down your back to your hips; his back curves down to close the distance between your lips.

You cling to his shoulders, stand on your tiptoes, and kiss him. Your eyes close with a relieved sigh, and you can feel him first tensing, then relaxing, into the kiss too. His lips are soft and his movements meassured and gentle; kissing you like you're the most important thing in the galaxy. You feel warm and safe. Excited and in peace at the same time.

When you separate in order to breathe, he caresses your cheek in wonder and presses his forehead against yours with a happy sigh.

Yeah. Maybe it is okay.

THE END.

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Yoooo I'm on fire everybody! Writing nonestop requests for yall!

Still got a few to go (another Tech, Mayday, Wolffe, Hunter, some non romantic ones...). Be patient, I will get there.

Think this one turned out well.

Stay tunned!

Sky.

Back to my general masterlist here:

#tech tbb #tech x oc #tech #tbb tech #star wars #clones #fanfic #tbb #clone wars #hunter tbb #echo tbb #fics #wrecker tbb #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper wrecker #clone force 99 #tbb wrecker #sw tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tech x reader #tech x you #one shot #oneshot #request

[irondad-defensesquad]

“It’s weird, I feel like I can’t absorb compliments. I don’t know how to respond to them. I get so… surprised and awkward. Like, today Mr. Stark thought I was a genius for figuring out the bug in his suit so quickly. Tony Stark thought I was a genius. Like? Bananas.”

No one else is listening to this. Just Peter’s phone. And he isn’t sending any voicemail to anyone. He wouldn’t want Happy to listen to this, because then he would tell Tony.

“I just don’t get it. Why would Mr. Stark be proud of me? He thought my homemade suit was stupid. I still keep it, of course, but I look at it and I feel… I dunno. I-It’s not like I hate my current suit, I love it! I love that my… thing is still there, y’know. It’s Spider-Man! And I like that I can rely on Mr. Stark whenever I’m in trouble. It’s just… He’s the genius, not me. Why does he want me around? Why does he think I’m so… great? When I’m not? I’m barely holding it together and it’s like he has no idea. And I guess that’s a good thing? But what if I screw up again and he gets mad? What if he gives up on me again?”

Peter goes silent for a couple minutes, pondering his bedroom.

“I want him to be proud, but…” He sighs. “Maybe I don’t deserve it."

#smth that i also wrote that kind of got out of hand lmao #i'm the kind of person who records my own ramblings #so to me peter does the same thing #lotus speaks #irondad #fics #my fics #drabble

[jolenejolinb]

#youre mine #indivisible #bodybuilding #fandom #spooky girl #nct #michael bay #fics #pesci #onurcanzcan

[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

#herequeerdeerrobin #writeblr #writing #writers of tumblr #ocs #fics #herequeerdeerpoll #roberino

[pocketknifeprayers]

damage control

by cj pocketknifeprayers. 587 words. ao3 link

party was in one of their moods.

not the sad kind. wasn't the wouldnt-get-out-of-bed kind, or quiet-'cept-for-waxing-poetic-about-death-and-hopelessness kind. instead it was the kind that scared kobra a lil more, the one where they snapped at little things 'n spoke too fast 'n the things they said just didn't make too much sense. self sacrificial 'n balls to the wall energy.

he could tell when they were gettin' like this. a certain tone in their voice. on edge, almost. or sometimes jus' a type of confidence that pissed people off, arrogant 'n unlike themself. kobra didn't appreciate that becoming his sibling's reputation. it made him mad. that wasn't them in their right mind.

tonight their tone had an edge to it. he could hear them, talkin' too loud in their room, too fast, rambling 'n then laughing sharply at something they'd said. kobra could hear ghoul's responses, too. taken aback, quiet, listening. tired, too. it was late. he could picture the scene behind the thin wall he pressed his ear against. could picture poison pacing, or worked up 'bout somethin' grand, with ghoul assuming the role of damage-minimizer, worried 'til they came back down in a couple 'a days. (hopefully only 'a couple a days.)

kobra chewed at the skin on his lip as he listened, little pieces flakin' off from dehydration. he heard ghoul say somethin' inside, somethin' quiet that party didn't appreciate, 'n their attitude did a 180. their tone told kobra that they were sayin' something hurtful in return, berating ghoul, 'n kobra cringed to himself. fuckin' christ. he heard footsteps and quickly backed away from the door in time to be out of the way when it swung open, ghoul pushing his way past 'n out, swiping angrily at a tear streaming down his face. kobra made eye contact with a very pissed-off looking party poison inside through the opened door. their glare got even harder 'n kobra flinched when they slammed the door in his face.

ghoul was crying when kobra came in the room. he gingerly sat down next to him on the sagging mattress. stayed quiet 'til he wanted to talk. he did, eventually. all stuff kobra already knew. he coulda predicted what ghoul would say from the start. worry, fear for party's state 'a mind. they took offense to his suggestion that they weren't doing well. this was the best they'd ever felt, theyd said. they always said that when they got like this. clearer than ever. they knew their purpose. they wanted to die for it. wanted to feel it that deep. they couldn't see how not normal that was, ghoul cried, frustrated. how they couldn't see somethin' was wrong.

kobra worried too. was hard not to when your sibling, or in ghoul's case, your partner was sayin' this typa stuff. actin' this way. friggen concerning. they used to take meds for it, he remembered. things were bad when kobra was little. they acted all kinds of sideways, then the city put them on some medication. he didn't know whether he agreed with it or not. it took this violent up 'n down away from them but at what cost?

all 'a this started again with those pink and white pills, crushed under their boot on the sandy asphalt: a renunciation of the system the two of them left behind.

kobra made up his mind to talk about it with them when things had passed. til then, they were doing the best they could. all of them, poison included.

#party poison #kobra kid #my fic #the fab four #fics #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #danger days fic #funpoison

[crazywolf828]

To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user, who I've recently found out is @kjscottwrites here on tumblr, took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Check out their post with the link to the Google doc here!

#hope yall enjoy😌 #share to save a life because god smut is so hard to write😭 #fics #fan fiction #fanfiction #writing #writing tips #smut #write #don't mind me #i dunno what else to tag this as

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

#× reader #fan fiction #tumblr writing community #tumblr writers #fics #fanfic #wattpad #stories #fandom #booklr #reading #fangirling #spencer reid x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #rafe cameron x reader #spencer reid #stiles stilinski #rafe cameron #imagine #short story #one shot #author #ao3 #recommend me stuff #female hysteria #girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girl interrupted #x reader #writers on tumblr

[strawberrywinter4]

The fact people write fics that could very well be award winning novels is insane.

Like—they write this for FREE. FOR FREE.

You beautiful bastards, I love you.

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[bi-slut-buck]

How i read fics

#ao3 #archive of our own #fics #fan fics #fanfictions #fanfics #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #thiam #alex gaskarth #destiel #rian dawson #jack barakat #zack merrick #rilex #merrikat #murder husbands #hannigram #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #liam dunbar #theo raeken #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley