#i’m too lazy to write a fic

[slaymiedrysdale]

He looks like your work husband that your real husband is jealous of because you kissed him once at an office Christmas party way before you even met your real husband and he sees him as a threat and Luke is trying to sabotage your marriage cuz he’s been in love since the kiss.

#luke hughes #nhl #hockey #nj devils #hughes brothers #quinn hughes #jack hughes #the corporate Luke lore is growing #I should write a fic about this #I won’t cuz I’m lazy so someone’s allowed to steal my idea #but honestly if Luke was my coworker I’d cheat on my man too #women in corporate

[pfhwrittes]

retail hell au again because why not. so imagine with me that 141 fellas find you after a miserable customer has made you cry.

warnings: reader!character is experiencing the aftermath of a panic attack/distressing emotions when she’s approached by the boys, nothing explicitly stated but she’s feeling a bit vulnerable.

fem!reader and the use of gendered pet names (hen, love) and use of the word cunt as an insult to describe a customer.

also apologies, i’m english and my grasp on scottish slang/scots has mostly been informed by the wonderful show Still Game which is distinctly glaswegian in flavour and various scottish twitter posts.

so you’re hiding out in the smoking area (lmao smoking area, okay let’s be honest it’s where a bucket filled with sand has been dumped near an ex-display bench about idk 20 feet from the customer entrance) because you just need 5 fucking minutes to compose yourself…

gaz is actually coming back from his lunch break and spots you hunched up on the bench in a way that looks truly uncomfortable. he carefully sits next to you and offers a soft smile when you look over at him. “bad customer?” he’s gentle when he asks and doesn’t make a fuss when you make a truly gross sniffling noise and wipe at your eyes. “want a hug?” you shake your head no and hunch in tighter on yourself. “want a milkshake?” you shrug and he passes over a strawberry milkshake. surprisingly he doesn’t say anything and let’s you drink in peace. you like gaz, he’s always friendly and warm when you interact briefly on the shop floor. he always seems to know what to say or do to get the best out of you and everyone else around him. eventually you check your phone and see it’s been 10 minutes since you left the customer service desk with tears in your eyes and lump burning your throat. embarrassment and residual anxiety washes through you when you recall how you’d all but fled to the safety of the smoker’s bench despite not smoking yourself. gaz catches your shudder when you check the time and knocks his shoulder into yours gently. “don’t worry, i’ll let price know you need a few more minutes, alright?” gaz gets up and heads inside the building, you know he’ll speak to price so you unfurl a little bit and chew on the straw of your milkshake.

soap and simon find you next. soap’s chattering away about the most recent delivery as they both approach your bench. simon stops dead a respectable three feet away but soap throws himself onto the bench bumping his knee into yours “what’s the matter wi’ you then, hen? you’ve a face like a smacked arse”. you shift away from soap, usually you don’t mind his directness but it’s just rubbing you the wrong way right now. you’re still feeling raw and a bit sick from finishing gaz’s milkshake and lingering anxiety. “fucks sake johnny, leave ‘er alone.” simon grumbles and fishes a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. “how? am just askin’ what’s the matter!” soap’s hands swat the air near your face and you shuffle further along the bench to avoid being hit in the nose in his agitation. “johnny.” simon snaps and soap huffs and folds his arms across his chest. it’s quiet amongst the three of you while simon taps out a cigarette and pats down his pockets looking for a lighter. soap shoots a wink at you and starts playing with a lighter that apparently has just appeared from thin air. “give me my lighter back johnny.” “gies a cigarette an’ i’ll trade it.” “no.” “c’mon simon! wan little cigarette.” “fuck off.” “awright then you miserable bastard.” you shake your head at their bickering and hold out your hand. soap pouts but drops it into your open palm. you lob the lighter in a poor underhand throw to simon who plucks it out of the air easily and nods in appreciation. “aw c’mon hen, that’s no’ playin’ fair!” soap whines and knocks his knee into yours “i thought i was your favourite.” “favourite pain in the arse.” is simon’s dry response around the lit cigarette and you crack a wobbly smile. “there she is! didn’t i tell you si?” soap’s grin is blinding “i knew we could cheer her up!” your wobbly smile starts to resemble more of its usual cheer when you catch simon’s eye roll directed at soap. you open your mouth maybe to defend soap or maybe to provoke him, you haven’t quite decided, when a pointed throat clearing catches your trio’s attention. your smile drops off your face and the anxiety that had started to quiet down in the face of johnny’s cheerfulness rises again in your belly because price is aiming a stern look towards the three of you from only six feet away.

price gently sits next to you on the bench when you’re certain simon and johnny are back inside. johnny squawking about the injustice of having his break cut short and simon calling him an idiot in response as they both disappear through the doors. you open your mouth to apologise for skiving off and offer any reason or explanation that will help your case but your teeth click shut when price holds out a palm to forestall your inevitable word vomit. “i don’t want to hear it, love.” price’s tone isn’t unkind, he’s just shooting straight with you, it’s something you quite admire about him really. “that customer was a cunt quite frankly and i’m proud of you for handling her the way you did.” the praise creates a small glow in your chest and burns away the last of your dread. “but, a word of advice, as the duty manager for today?” price offers a small encouraging smile so you nod. “you’re not paid enough to put up with that shit, so don’t.” you grimace and blow out a breath, you want to argue, maybe even defend yourself and explain that it’s fine really that’s just how retail is. price chuckles “no love, listen. you aren’t paid enough, but i am. so next time it happens, send ‘em my way alright?” price offers another smile when you nod in agreement before pushing himself off the bench. “now, c’mon. i’ve got stock that needs counting down the plumbing aisle and you can give me a hand. no more talking to muppets on the customer service desk today.” you follow price back into the store feeling much better than you did twenty five minutes ago.

the rest of your shift passes by easily enough and you make a mental note to buy gaz a milkshake as a thank you when he shoots you a friendly smile as you pass him on your way out the store on your lunch.

#cod fic #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #retail hell au #‘p why do you refer to johnny as soap when other characters call him johnny and reader thinks of him as johnny?’ #because dear reader of my nonsense i am easily confused by johnny and john #‘but p you refer to john as price’ yeah i know i messed up there but here we are and now i’m too lazy to change it #maybe if i do singular character x reader interactions or singular character headcannons i’ll use john and johnny #also this got pretty soap and ghost heavy so apologies to any gaz and price fans #i just loved writing the ghost and soap banter that i couldn’t stop #jp #jm #kg #sr

[piinfeathers]

my captain swan fae AU for the @cssns event 🌙❤️✨

A half-fae pirate must smuggle a secretive princess through the Veil in order to rescue her parents from the illusive Lord Pan

#captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #ouat #aka screenshots from a fic i’m too lazy to actually write ;u; #steph sketches

[inklore]

I saw you post about how people should like to comment on writers work but I slightly sympathise bc some people are embarrassed and/or think that their comment/reblog would be useless. But more people are coming to this app to read a fic like another wattpad or an ‘easier’ ao3 instead of using their acc to post what they like yk

Srry for the rant <333

no need to apologize for the rant it’s always welcome here if it’s done in kind and yours was <3

i get what your saying about people coming to the app thinking it’s like all the other reading platforms but if we’re being honest i’d say ao3 is easier, better selection, plus when someone views your work your ‘hits’ go up and that can sometimes help more people find your work if they go by that / sort the fics on ao3 like that. wattpad literally has the same system of ‘views’ on your work that help boost it, but also commenting there is really big (as someone who was once on wp comments meant everything which is why i don’t get how ppl don’t understand that comments are everything here as well).

you could also say these other platforms make it seem like tumblr works the same way and it doesn’t, but even when writers try to spread the word on that fact not everyone wants to listen or sees it because people don’t rb (which tumblr was made for that let’s not forget).

but on this great app it doesn’t matter how many people view our work, read it silently, press the little heart, no one will see it unless you rb it. and being shy about commenting and thinking comments won’t matter is backwards thinking to me. how do you think writers feel knowing they have 100 notes and 10 of them are rbs and 0 comments? like we know there’s people out there reading our work and not even giving the pointless heart to it and there’s not much we can do about it, and yeah we are so grateful for all of it, but what we wouldn’t give to even have ONE PERSON comment some emojis on our fic. let us know that someone other than ourselves actually liked it. a ‘like’ can mean anything, it can mean nothing. it does nothing. it’s nice, it’s acknowledging, but that’s all it does. it’s a silent compliment that keeps our minds wondering.

if you weren’t embarrassed to read the fic you shouldn’t be embarrassed to comment on it. i’m not trying to sound harsh but it’s 2023, half the population reads fic. devours it. ppl are famous authors because of it now or get ‘tiktok fame’ over liking it. you commenting ‘omg amazing’ or putting two little emojis in a writers comments is only going to make them feel seen. feel great. feel like they’re not just posting stuff on here for bots. so i don’t super sympathize with people who are embarrassed because i just can’t wrap my head around it. but i’m also saying it’s okay and i’ve never once saw a writer get mad over anything someone has commented on their work (unless it’s been mean or a criticism they didn’t ask for or a ‘part two pls’).

if you like something on here reblog it!!!! comment on it!!!!!

#as someone with anxiety adhd and depression i get the being nervous about it but i’ve literally pasted a quote from the fic and added #thot emojis after it #like that’s all it takes to make a writers day #i literally went down someone’s masterlist and devoured and commented on every fic #thinking wow i’m probably being annoying #but i didn’t care because their writing was so fucking amazing and i NEEDED to tell them #reading is silence is for the books in your bedroom not tumblr #in** i’m too lazy to rewrite the sentence #yell shout #if you like it comment #reblog it #▸ laur answers

[weadapt]

Dear Fanfic Writers, I request fics based on what I wrote below:

How is Cal even functioning with psychometry…? How was he when he was really, really young? Could his family have thought he was severely sick or going crazy? And when the Jedi found him, it was a relief that someone knew he was Force-sensitive and knew how to help and train him? I wonder when he was little if Jaro Tapal had him wear gloves for a long while until Cal started really learning how to control his ability… it must have been really, really scary and terrifying as a little kid, or even as a baby, experiencing visions that took over his mind when he touched certain things. I can imagine he was constantly crying and screaming as a baby and as a little kid and his family couldn’t for the life of them figure out why…

I need fics of baby/toddler Cal before the Jedi find him because of the dialog in the game where he says “I barely knew my parents”. I need his parents trying to figure out what’s wrong with him and perhaps realizing Cal cries and screams when he interacts with certain items when he’s at home or out and about but they can’t figure out why he’s so sick and has such bad reactions. It’s hard too letting anyone they know hold him because he seems to react to the jewelry or other clothing accessories they may be wearing when he touches the accessories. I need the panic when some reactions is just him spacing out and they don’t know how to bring him back. I need the moment when the Jedi find him and telling his parent he’s force sensitive and telling them they can help him but his parents can’t find it in themselves to say goodbye to him. I need them realizing after Cal has an especially bad reaction that they can’t help him and only the Jedi can and deciding, for his wellbeing, to give him up.

I need Jaro Tapal trying to soothe Cal

#i need the angst #i need the comfort #it’s so heartbreaking to know Cal had his ability at birth and that the vision would scare him #cal kestis #jedi survivor #star wars #merrin #merrical #jedi fallen order #nightsister merrin #greez dritus #jaro tapal #writing #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction #writing requests #writers block #I want a fic I don’t want to write I’m too lazy and busy and I have other fics I’m working on #please I need this fix #I’ll a million different versions by a million different writers I just need it #cal kestis making me sad #mc talks

[cowardlybean]

i spent too long on these not to post them but hey. little crumbs I guess <3

doodles for the fic Rainspeak by @quirkle2 (I can NEVERRRR do this fic justice it’s SO GOOD please go read it)

ft the library chapter (twice,,), teru’s condensed aura, and reigen at 3 am in the alleyway about to be ambushed by ritsu (my favorite chapter)

#mp100 #cowardly draws #shoutout to the fact I started 3 different projects bc this fic was so good (positive) #one day I’ll come back to it I Will do this fic justice one day mark my words #there are more (another spinny gif of mob and the blanket fort scene) but hghhhh I’m too self conscious of how messy my wips are #anywho I’m So sorry op for dumping these little scraps on you #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #mob psycho 100 #I’m not tagging anything more I’m lazy and nervous #time to go write my last comment o7 fuckin loved that fic #I NEED TO STIP TALKING I HAVE SO MANY TAGS A #and yet there’s so muhc commentary to be said

[deepixerii]

there’s barely any good yhs fics on ao3 except for that one guy who keeps writing about them pissing themselves

#yandere high school #yhs reboot #samgladiator #i’m so tired #can i get someone to write a fic for me bc i’m too lazy to do it myself

[r0gerr0ger]

There’s not enough Kanera fics.

#recommendations pleaseeee #i’m struggling over here #the solution would just be to write by own #but i’m too lazy #maybe one day… #kanera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanan x hera #sw rebels #ghost crew #star wars #star wars fic #kanera fic

[toothmarqed]

roman roy was 100% serious about having bpd here’s why

fear of abandonment: wanting to secure ppl in his life before they leave by asking to marry them (“is this how you think you’ll get people to stay?”), running back to ppl even after they do him harm (cannot bear being apart)

unstable/intense interpersonal relationships characterized by idealization/devaluation: splitting on grace out of nowhere at the beginning of the show, doing full 180s on kendall all the time (without any grey area in his thinking), later splitting on gerri, cannot hold a long term relationship down (ie tabitha)

chronic emptiness: says multiple times through the show that he feels numb, can’t feel anything, etc, most notably in his speech during shiv’s wedding

unstable and negative sense of self: low self esteem, clearly has body issues and k culkin has confirmed an ed, doesn’t really have a life or therefore a solid sense of self beyond who he is for his dad (no friends, never hear much about his interests or true feelings)

self harm and suicidal ideation/action: do we even need to broach the self harm. throwing himself into crowds, routinely putting himself out as the punching bag, the masochism, the ed, on and on

and then the impulsivity, inappropriate or intense anger, and emotional lability. i’m too sick to go into all of it right now but it’s there.

i’d be willing to bet he has paranoia or dissociative symptoms as well—there’s no way he made it out of that childhood without some level of dissociation.

also despite being diagnosable via these hallmark symptoms, there is so much to bpd you can’t fully grasp by just reading the dsm. but i wanted to put this out there as my official two cents ! because i have bpd and i am roman roy and i say so. now where are the fic writers

#roman roy #succession #bpd roman roy #i need bpd roman fics and i’m too lazy to write them myself

[chickennuggeg]

The first time is by accident. Yoojin sees something he shouldn’t have. Something he didn’t want to see. Yet there he was, watching as Sung Hyunjae held out a treat to Peace. The horned flamed unicorn snarled at the S-ranker and bit his hand.

He watches Sung Hyunjae pause before letting down the treat, and going about his way. Peace looks at the man for a few moments in confusion, before sniffing the treat. Their ears perk up, and the beast eats it with glee. When Yoojin looks back at Sung Hyunjae, he sees a soft smile on the man’s face.

That’s when Yoojin feels something ugly form in his chest. Something warm and gentle and terrifying. It wasn’t the same kind of warmth he felt around Yoohyun or Yerim or Myeongwoo.

He stamped it out as fast as he could. His fists clenched, Yoojin walked away from the scene and buried himself in work. Fine, he could have some sort of affection for the blond bastard. Fine.

It’ll go away if he waits long enough.

[snippet of fic idea I had, I’ll make it longer later]

#hjyj #tscir #sometimes I’m too lazy to write on tumblr and then I remember the time I went on here in desperation to find any sliver of hjyj content and #my hands type with a furious passion that not even the mightiest of tests could bring from within me #anyways #I make Yoojin too sad TT I’m gonna try and make him happier later in the fic lol #I’ll leave up to interpretation whether shj knows Yoojin is watching him or not hehe #sctir

[friccinfricks]

Joe Elliott x Reader head canons: penpals edition

- of course when the guys go on tour, you and Joe have an agreement to try to call at least three or four times a week, especially right before he goes on stage

- but sometimes those short phone calls aren’t enough to get everything out that you need to say to each other (keep in mind, these are international tours we’re referring to)

- so before the tour, you and Joe sit down over (what was supposed to be just one, turns into three) coffee and go over all the different hotels he’ll be at, explicit addresses, and the exact dates.

- it brings a smile to your face, watching how intently he sifts through piles and piles of paperwork, just so he can be sure you’ve got a mailing address “just in case” you decide you want to mail him a letter.

- it’s February of 1983 and the band will be in America for over two months, and with the tour starting in England, you plan on clinging onto him and finding ways to pop in at his hotels when it’s not too much trouble to get there

- but as you go over the list, you realize how exact and precise your planning will have to be in order to get a letter to him. it’s daunting. they’ll be in an entirely new city, oftentimes state, every. single. night.

- he seems excited just to have had the conversation with you, though. he’s eager to maintain this new, sprouting relationship with you, despite the ever-approaching tour. three months is a long time to be away, but knowing you’ll be back home waiting for him makes his heart leap.

- in actuality, he has already started writing letters to you. he started just weeks after you met, but felt too bashful to actually send them, seeing as you went on dates every weekend and he tried to come over on nights when you’d had an excruciating long day at work and were in no circumstance to cook for yourself

- so now he’s found the perfect excuse to show you in writing, what his words have always wanted to tell you.

- ah, but you’ve got a little trick up your sleeve too, don’t you?

- you’ve got a friend in texas whose got a friend in the international airlines and you’ve landed yourself not just a ticket across the pond, but a few nights in Dallas, perfectly in time for just when Def Leppard’ll be playing.

- but you love seeing how excited Joe is. it thrills you knowing that at least every once in a while, you’ll get a letter from him.

- and so it begins.

- after starting the tour in Europe, you find a way to go to the airport with the boys and see them off.

- Phil and Sav are both making vomiting noises when they see Joe plant a tender, but firm kiss on your lips, to which you both respond to by giving them each the middle finger

- you watch as the five of them board the plane, Joe boarding last, and giving you a final wave.

- it’s bittersweet, only because you sent a letter to their first hotel a week and a half ago and alreadr made sure that they’d received it. Joe was absolutely thrilled when at check in, their tour manager walked over and said, “I don’t know how, but you’ve got a piece of mail.”

- much to your surprise, when you go home that day, you notice a thick envelope on your doorstep

- it’s not got any postage or any indication that it went through the postal service, so you’re trepedatious to open it

- you just smile and sigh in contentment when you look inside, seeing tons of hand written notes, all addressed to you as, “Y/N, my beloved,”

- there are poems, doodles, lists, photographs, a little bit of everything.

- one of the last notes you find says, “I’m sorry for the creepy delivery, I just had to be sure you got it today! specifically, today!”

- a few days later, you get your first call from America.

“Y/N!”

“Hmm, who is this? you sound so… American.”

“Oh, how funny.”

“Hello, Joe.”

“Hello, Y/N.” you can hear all sorts of sudden noises in the background now, mostly exclamations of your name.

“Hi, everyone.” you giggle. you hear a thump and a bit of static.

“Y/N, hi- it’s Rick. please, you have to tell Joe to shut up. I speak for everyone when I say he cannot stop lamenting over-”

“Lamenting? who are you? shakespeare? give me a fuckin break. Y/N, don’t listen to him. he’s a liar and a thief.” you hear Joe distantly in the background.

“Lamenting over how just heartbrokenly lonely he is.” this time it’s Steve who chimes in.

“It’s as if the man has never used his hand before.”

“Bollocks!”

you can’t contain your laughter, it just keeps rolling out of you, your sides hurt as you gasp for air.

- all of the calls right before shows are like this

- some, however, are made from hotel bedrooms, and include much more… explicit, dirty conversation.

- you listen intently as Joe tells you all of his most wild, urgent thoughts. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body as you obey his commands through the phone receiver, accompanied by stern reminders that you have to be quiet, as you wouldn’t want to disturb your neighbors on the other side of your flat’s walls.

- it’s fair. you’ve had it coming, after all. with every new letter sent, there includes a page full of paragraphs of the most raw, animalistic urges you’ve had in his absence.

- and the pictures. oh, the pictures.

- Joe loses his mind every time you send him a new polaroid of some shocking nude pose you’ve gotten yourself into.

- the letters continue throughout the entire tour, back and forth, as do the calls.

- and let’s just say when you show up at his Dallas hotel room an hour before he checks in, clad in a mini skirt, a button up a few sizes too small, and a smile, he goes absolutely feral.

#sorry i’m too lazy to write entire fics #ehhh i feel like my esl is showing in this one 🙈 #joe elliott #def leppard #joe elliott x reader #mei’s head canons :)

[yours-etc]

guys i just finished the artful dodger and i need a steddie au (eddie as jack and steve as belle) more than i need air to breathe

#just talking into the void #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #this show has changed me and i’m simply obsessed with it #i can’t stop yapping about it to anyone who will listen #i’m too lazy to write so please someone take this and run with it #ain’t no rest for the wicked is the song i assigned to the fic bc…duh

[teecupangel]

Desmond but a megalodon

Do what you must

Ngl, nonny, when I read this, my mind went immediately to Jason Statham’s movie The Meg so my brain went “Desmond versus Jason Statham???” before I remembered that Desmond wouldn’t be a dick like the megalodon in The Meg.

For those unfamiliar with megalodons, here are some approximation of its supposed scale from its wiki page:

So, let’s talk about how this would work.

Now, the easiest way to kick him into being a megalodon is around the games with naval combat so AC3, Black Flag, and Rogue specifically.

Odyssey is also a viable setting since the Adrestia did sail all around Ancient Greece.

We can make an argument for Origin but that might limit him to Aya’s naval combat section unless we set this after the main storyline and Bayek travels further to start building the foundations of a Brotherhood in other places.

Valhalla’s section would be enclosed during the travels between Norway and England although I like the idea that Eivor saw him when she was traveling to Vinland, like Desmond was staying close by to Ratonhnhaké:ton’s people (and the Grand Temple).

Now, for the main naval combat AC games, Desmond could be like a great shadow they would sometimes see during their travels with Ratonhnhaké:ton seeing him the most while Shay sees him the least.

Ratonhnhaké:ton could even hear from Haytham how there is a legend about the great shadows of the sea. How it supposedly follows Assassins to guide them. From the soft almost pained way Haytham spoke, Ratonhnhaké:ton realized that he had heard of the tale from his father.

And Edward liked to tell Haytham about it when he was a boy, about how the legends of a great large shark were one of the most sought-after bounty during his time, how he had been cocky enough to think he could hunt it down, only for it to appear during the times when the Jackdaw was in dire situations, almost as if it was assisting him even after Edward had tried to take it down more than once before.

Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t say anything but something inside him knew that the sea guardian was there for him. That he was there to help and he certainly did during the more dangerous missions he took with his ships, always there to ram or straight up headbutt an enemy ship from underneath them.

Mister Faulkner cautioned him to be careful for it was a beast.

But Ratonhnhaké:ton knew…

It was more than a beast.

No.

He was more than a beast.

Other possible ‘sightings’:

Altaïr: While it would be funny if Desmond straight up just gobbled Sibrand during the whole mission in the Acre docks (giving a big fuck you to one of the most annoying Assassination missions in the game in my experience because water), his current size would make that a bit hard to do. He would have a better chance ‘interacting’ with Altaïr during his travels to Cyprus in Bloodlines or when he was trying to find Adha in Chronicles. Also… Altaïr did travel a lot and we didn’t get a full confirmation where he had traveled to (one of his destination had been Constantinople though) so Desmond could have made contact with him during one of those times he was traveling by ship.

Ezio: He did use a ship to travel from Forli to Venice so it’s possible he’d had a chance encounter then but it might be better if it was during the times Ezio traveled to Spain (for Discovery and the final memories of Brotherhood) since he would have probably taken a ship to get to Spain but it would be dramatic if his first sighting of Desmond was during the heavy wave sequence of Revelation’s intro movie while he was traveling to Masyaf. Also sorta symbolic since he’s going to a place that held a connection to Desmond as well (and he meets Desmond during the time when his parts in the calculations were coming to an end)

Arno and the Frye twins: Look, Desmond’s size as a megalodon would make it hard for him to swim in the Thames (which is full of ships in Syndicate) or in Seine but if we’re going by Sharnado rules, go for it XD

#does this count as part of the #desmond as an animal series #??? #that’s not a real tag that would show you other desmond as animal asks btw #it should probably be #but i’m currently too lazy to check all the other posts and add it #maybe some other time XD #desmond as a megalodon #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #haytham kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[what-the-fuck-khr]

hot take most writers on AO3 who write reader inserts with Tengen omit the wives bc they’re actually too scared and/or prejudiced against polyamory and they don’t want to admit it or come to terms with it. most fics that omit his wives talk a big game about consent and how they don’t like the idea of him “cheating” or introducing a new wife (cowards, my god just admit you’re too lazy to write a scene where you get introduced lmfao) or all this other bullshit and it’s all to thinly veil their feelings about polyamory as a whole. but I see through it. I see through that veil and I know how y’all truly feel and what y’all truly think. you can lie to yourself in your little authors note and tags as much as you want but I see through it. maybe readers will coddle you but I know. I know.

#I mean this truly actually. I know why y’all omit their wives actually #going on about consent and all this shit WRONG you’re too scared of polyamory #polyamory is all about consent and trust dipshit so your point is moot lmfao!!! sorry!!! #confront your prejudices or die I’m serious #ooc #kny #I just. think about it when I see fics like that. what cowards #he has three wives! you can’t change that! he can have four if you’re not a coward! #just admit you dislike polyamory and only want him to have one wife #or admit you’re a lazy ass writer and don’t wanna write five people in one scene! pussy! #if you just admit you were lazy I’d have more respect for you tbh lmfao #uzui tengen #anyways finally watching season. 3? is it 3? #and I’m thinking about him

[pretendingday]

An Epilogue

#this may be related to the post-canon fic that lives in my head because i’m too lazy to write it #temeraire #william laurence #tenzing tharkay #willzing #i need a new art tag

[kokinu09]

skz + collapse :)

Word count : 928

Doing your best isn’t good enough. You have to fight to be better. To constantly improve or you’ll be left behind. Outshone by whoever’s trying to take your spot as the next big thing. So Minho works hard. Really hard.

Today was no different.

He stays late to rehearse the choreography again and again until it’s perfect. It has to be perfect. By the time he was calling it quits, the others had already gone to bed.

The dorm is completely dark when he walks through the door, save for the faint glow of a little nightlight Felix had insisted on having in the bathroom illuminating the hall. His limbs feel like lead as he toes out of his sneakers, making the task seem ten times harder than it needed to be. The promise of his soft bed the only thing keeping him from just plopping down on the couch and continue trudging along down the hall to his room.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he flops on the bed face down. It’s easy to sink into the plush blankets as his sore muscles relax for the first time all day. He ignores the grumble of his belly, exhaustion taking precedence over anything else with sleep quickly drawing him into a warm embrace.

There’s plenty of time for the mundane aspects of life once the comeback is over.

~*~

He gets a look of disgust from Hyunjin as soon as he walks into the practice room with the other three from his dorm. Minho fixes him with a glare in return, too tired to deal with his attitude this early in the morning.

“What,” he snaps.

“You look gross,” Hyunjin retorts with his nose scrunched. He couldn’t say he disagrees. He feels gross. But he didn’t have time to shower before they had to leave.

“Hyung overslept,” Felix chimes unhelpfully, skiddering away before Minho could get a hand on him.

“Traitor,” Minho mumbles as Chan comes up to slap a hand on his shoulder.

“You good?” He asks, honest concern written on his features.

Minho returns the gesture with a forced smirk and a pat on the older’s back. “Yeah, all good,” though he kept their eyes from holding contact for too long. He’d see past the lie otherwise.

If Chan saw through his words, he didn’t let it on since he offers a softer smile. “Glad to hear it. Make sure you get plenty of rest tonight. We need you in tip top shape for the performance this weekend.”

Minho nods in agreement, sighing to himself immediately when Chan walks away. He knows he doesn’t mean it but all Minho could hear was the pressure, pressure, pressure. There is no way he’ll let them down. Not again.

Not ever again.

~*~

Into the final verse, he’s exhausted. They all are. He can see it every time his eyes catch one of the others. They’re giving it their all. All the practice, all the blood, sweat, and tears, has led to this performance.

The entire group is prepared to leave everything on this stage for their fans.

They’re so close to the end of the song. He can feel it in the burn of his muscles, the ache in his feet. Each beat hitting harder than the last as they push towards the finish line.

“~bich-i beonjyeo deoug bichnaneun star~” Felix closes, as practiced and poised as they planned.

Minho stood in position, desperately sucking air into his lungs. All of them shift in their places, bodies exhausted but jittering with adrenaline. He peels his eyes away from the dozen cameras as the crowd burst into a fit of cheers. He sees the smiles brightening the other’s faces, a contagious feeling that lifts his own cheeks.

His gaze catches when he looks to Han.

He was looking back at him…but wasn’t at the same time. His face pale through the sheen of sweat covering his skin. Minho’s smile drops. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Hannie?” He calls.

But he noticed too late.

It happened so fast. One second Han is standing upright (albeit stiffly, but upright nonetheless), the next he’s flat on the floor. Minho was the first at his side, eyes wide with panic as he carefully checks if he’s breathing. The rapid rise and fall of his chest gives the older very little relief, but at least he’s alive.

There’s a flurry of movement across the stage as people surround him, the members acting as a human shield to protect their brother from the view of the crowd and cameras. Minho stays crouched beside his head, Chan over his shoulder with eyes like a hawk. He doesn’t have to turn around to know the worry that’s wrinkles his brow.

Han is awake, which is good Minho thinks. His round doe eyes are full of fear when he looks up at him. “Hyung?” A confused, unfinished question that Minho already knows how to answer.

“You’re ok, Hannie. Just breathe,” he offers calmly. A false calm that he knows Han needs to avoid panicking. If only he knew the worry swirling in his chest. But instead he cards his fingers gently through the younger’s hair, a familiar soothing motion.

He’d sit there with Han as long as they’d let him. As long as Han wanted him to. All the members would. It’s the only thing they know to do. Stay together and hold each other up. If they didn’t, everything they worked so hard to build would come crashing down.

Stick together and avoid the collapse.

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