#they're exes in my fic

[cryptidcorners]

they have definitely explored each other's bodies

#they're exes in my fic #fuck I think they're exes in general #darnett #Legit the number one darnett shipper #Mickey my beloved... Why did they do this to you. #mickey barnett #derek danforth #derek x mickey #📖 not a request/writing #miscellaneous #the beekeeper 2024

[chapinii]

Many on Quesadilla island believe that Fitmc was very much closeted to himself and the world up until he arrived on the QSMP, but perhaps that closet wasn't quite as locked as some may presume.

With the environment of 2b2t being so rife with hatred and homophobia, a deep and meaningful relationship was always out of the question. But within its depths lay the rub, of Fit, going through the all too familiar queer experience of being very aware of his sexuality against this toxic landscape, and knowing the possibility of others out there being just like him. Others whom he could never risk reaching out to in public, but longed to all the same.

He'd heard and seen his fair share of casual to severe homophobia, as well as witnessing with some amusement how the homoerotic tension some players swear against can tear factions apart. He knows all too well the irony that comes with a land so dominated by toxic masculinity and bigotry. This is a place where a man will stare you in the eyes, caress your cheek so gently, then spit in your face in disgust before insta-killing you. Of course, the price for outing somebody in such a place is a pretty penny for sure. Being a blank slate in the land of anarchy is your strongest asset. The last thing you want to do is throw fuel onto the fire and give people even more of a reason to put your head on a spike.

And so, he kept his feelings repressed- for the most part. He'd hide a blush as he melted internally over a handshake with a particularly muscular allied base leader. He'd allow himself the luxury of a poster, of an old Hollywood western starring a (very) dashing cowboy, that he'd stick crudely on the bedroom wall of wherever he'd end up staying for a while. But perhaps, just a couple times, he'd had a few small but significant experiences: the touch of a hand on his for just a fraction too long, warm eyes from a face he can't quite remember looking him up and down, all but rendering him breathless. Split second opportunities that would make those feelings bubble up to the surface, too strong to ever truly ignore. Being a lone mercenary in a world of anarchy is all well and good, but God does it get lonely.

He and Pac like to take things slow. It's a mutual decision. Neither of them have ever truly felt the need to sit down and discuss why. Fit wouldn't like him to know what he thinks about whenever the subject drifts towards the two of them going any further with their relationship. Every time Pac makes any kind of suggestive advance, heck, even if he looks at the man for too long, his mind can't help but think back to one quiet night on 2b2t, so many years ago. Flashes of encountering a stranger, deep underground, of a clumsy, desperate kiss. Stubble on stubble, the raw smell of dirt and sweat and cigarette smoke. He remembers the thrill, the terrifying electricity of it all, until a clatter was heard in the cave behind them and the moment was gone forever. It meant everything and nothing at the same time, that chance encounter. It was the closest he'd ever came to a real connection with somebody. He didn't know what became of the other man who so urgently whispered 'run', into his ear. He could have killed Fit right there, made a point of it, and yet he didn't. The mere memory of it petrified him, but by God, did he feel alive.

All the same, he didn't dare risk anything like that again. That was until he came to the QSMP, a place where he didn't have to hide himself from others, but still he airs on the side of caution. He's afraid of getting things wrong, of throwing himself into something he can't run away from. This isn't just some random encounter with a player in 2b2t. Pac is different. Fit knows he's got a past of his own, he sees how it torments him sometimes. What if daring to make a move, even kissing him opens up old wounds for the both of them?

Fit's no longer hiding in the dark. Making things 'official' with Pac is not a once in a lifetime chance, but the longer Fit hangs around him he feels like it is. He wants to keep Pac safe just as he kept himself safe for all those years. When he finally lets himself get closer to his roommate, one wrong move and another hypothetical cave noise could sound, followed by the form of something even more terrible that could rip the two apart forever and send Fit straight back to square one.

Slow and steady wins the race. Slow and steady keeps them both safe.

But God, what he'd give to feel that thrill again.

#aka the one where qfitmc has kissed men #i did in fact write out the entire kiss encounter #but it was too much of a narrative thing lol #i'm not good w not writing fics(?) like they're not genuine analysis #i've probs mischaracterised the shit out of qfit but i've had this encounter in my head for a month so forgive me for my demons #mission man is probably a jilted ex atp with the way I've penned this #this has been in my drafts for so long it's awful </3 #q!fitmc #qsmp #hideduo #please read this with a british accent in mind it'll sound better x

[dykebakugowo]

Erasermic is like uber popular and I get it, I ship it too but I think it'd be so funny if they were divorced. They just have divorced energy

#theyre so silly #exhusbands au where everything is the same but they're divorced #right person wrong time situation #actually I wanna make a fic about that now shsjdjdkd #Im making tag for it now #ex husbands au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #erasermic #present mic #eraserhead #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta

[chocochipbiscuit]

New niche rare pair of the day:

Marie Lambeau/Diana Stanley because I just want the pretty shiny lady to kiss the pretty goth lady!!!!

#oh no I'm shipping board game characters now #yes I'm aware that shippy romance fic breaks the whole horror vibe of the Arkham games #yes I'm aware that I would actually need to look up info about the 1920s #but no none of this matters because they're PRETTY and I want them to smooch!!! #hot take the only m/m I want from this game is mystic/mystic #(I will also accept Marie stepping all over Michael McGlen because the pretty singer stomping all over the ex-mobster is just HOO BABY) #anyways I'm teaching Arkham Horror to my friends tomorrow night #wish us luck!

[tortoisesshells]

34. stars; for maggie and joe.

Maggie Evans hadn’t asked for much in life, and had let much of what she wanted pass her by: little trinkets she couldn’t afford, friends she had no time for, Joe Haskell, who’d never looked her way, until – Until he had. And then, crushingly, he hadn’t. If there were solace in knowing why Maggie was too far gone to feel it – seeing that thing’s teeth in his neck had made her throat own ache, and heart go light, as though she was scarcely tethered to life at all. Joe said he had to answer the door, after the knock came again – if she could only get him away from here, just as she had thought, those horrible weeks in the Old House, that if she could just run far enough away, she could be free of Barnabas – She took hold of his bedside lamp. Mouthing her silent apologies, thinking desperately of the moon and stars over a balmy sea, of some place in the world where no one had ever even heard of Collinsport – Maggie brought it down on Joe’s head with a dull thud.

send me a number and two (or more) characters, and get a five sentence drabble!

#god if i think to hard about how bullshit the end of 599 is i will start barking. frothing at the mouth. biting. #oh? maggie figured it out? maggie put it all together? finally can get some justice for everything barnabas (and jules) did to her? #could save joe from following the same path even if they're done forever? #lol no. this is no longer the 'women possess brains and agency show'. #BARK. BARK BARK BARK. #ahem. #anyway. #please enjoy five sentences in which maggie evans performs percussive maintenance on her ex; outwits a warlock; and escapes thru; #an open window. i hear she and joe got married in vegas and set up in a nice little coastal town in cali. they never went back to; #collinsport and lived happily ever after. <3 #fic #my fic

[uravichii]

reader whose ex is shinsou n had a long-term serious relationship with him, but is now dating bakugo. but then bakugo constantly makes a big deal out of him saying that you're not totally over shinsou yet and you're just dating him to move on. and then it turns into a big fight, taking turns w hurtful jabs at each other until you reach your limit and just burst out, "shinsou had a whole brainwashing quirk for god's sake and yet i felt much safer when i was with him than when i am with you"

#ex!shinsou and ex!bakugo are so interesting for me 🤩 #if angst was my forte #and if my angst fics didn't flop 💀 (ppl make it v clear that angst isn't what they came to my blog for 😔) #i'd write a whole fic 🤩 #this is by far my weirdest shinsou brainrot #( 💬 ) chats #reader didn't mean that btw they're just feeling a little silly 🤣🤣

[kirider]

[18/12/2023]

With 30 seconds left, more than 60% of the stage was completely covered in pink. Parad had lost count of how many enemies he splatted when it got to the double digits. Their Rider friend was kept alive; they didn’t seem to be in the mood to ink turf after their teammates interrupted the party, anyways.

Been thinking about You're a Kid Now, You're a Bug Now! (… Wait-) by @missmako-chan since it came out, finally managed to make something for it. I blame my splatoon brainrot :P

[As usual, links in the reblog]

#kamen rider revice #vice (revice) #not tagging the ex-aid group but they're there too #my art #if you see this then the queue worked #you will look at the shoes. i am so proud of the shoes #this fic is canon to me. they play together regularly and Emu and Ikki get dragged into it too at some point #i had this sketched for so long tbh i am so happy i finally finished it

[limerental]

rest your old bones

a dijkstra/isengrim ficlet

aw beans those old men possessed me again!

summary

Though he made a show of complaining about the unfortunate weather and his tireless work, Isengrim would rather gnaw off his own arm than admit to any serious discomforts. He could be bleeding out onto Dijkstra’s silk rugs from some hidden knife wound and not make a peep about it.  “Damn ankle’s killing me,” groaned Dijkstra, who had no such constraints. “And my back kept seizing up all afternoon. Not to mention, I fear I’ve suffered permanent mental damage merely being in the presence of my latest client and his wife.” “Ah, you are one foot in the grave,” Isengrim said as he rounded the settee. Dijkstra opened his eyes to watch him kneel on the silk rug, fingers already tugging at the lacing of the brace that supported his frail ankle.

#the witcher #my fic #isengrim x dijkstra #dijkstra x isengrim #dijksengrim #the absurdity of writing the tenderest fluff of a deadly fugitive and morally dubious ex spymaster is just #anyway i continue to be possesed #it's about the snarky sarcastic banter tbh #they're soulmates

[atherix]

Hi guys have a little ficlet? I decided it didn’t fit into the main story so it’s going onto tumblr exclusive status hehe Also I’m lowkey sick right now and I can’t think to write today thanks

CW? I guess? Because some of this comes across as pretty Religious Talk so

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“Grandfather?”

The King doesn’t look down at the child standing next to him, instead gazing out across the realm, all the way to the sea and what lies beyond. Scar looks up up up at him- distant and so far away, untouchable and cold.

“Yes, my Grandson?” the King speaks, voice soft and flat. 

Scar fidgets with his hands, turning back to look through the balcony railings. “What am I?” he asks after a moment of hesitation, the question echoing oddly around.

There is a moment of silence from the King, and Scar’s heart races.

“You are a Prince,” the King says simply.

“One of the healers you bring here says I should not be,” Scar says carefully, hesitantly. “They say I am not even Fae.”

The King finally looks at him, though Scar doesn’t dare look up. “Yet I, the Fae King, am saying you are a Prince, and you are Fae. Would you take the word of a healer over the word of your Grandfather and King?”

“No!” Scar says quickly, looking up at him. “No, but- is being Human really so bad? That- that some Fae won’t even see me as Fae?”

Despite the suns resting across from one another in the sky, lighting up the world around them, Scar can’t make out the expression on his grandfather’s face. It’s like a shadow is being cast, obscuring him from sight even as he pulls away from the rail, kneeling down in front of Scar. Even nearly on his knees, he’s taller than Scar can ever imagine being.

He reaches out and brushes the loose, wispy strands of Scar’s hair away from his face, almost gentle as he traces the braids. They’re tight, and the ribbons and vines woven through them, tied to a veil in the back, hide just how short his hair is right now. Scar can’t help but lean into his grandfather’s touch despite how cool his skin is.

“You,” the King says, “are you. You are Fae and you are Human. You are both of these at the same time. You are the proof that our world is changing.” The King moves his hand away, setting it on Scar’s shoulder now. Scar watches him quietly. “The Pantheons have a plan for you.”

“How can they have a plan for me?” Scar asks, tilting his head. “How can they have a plan for me when I probably won’t even grow up?”

“Everyone has a role to play,” the King says. “The gods give us these roles. Nothing happens when nothing is done- we cannot stand idly by and wait for it to change. We must act to make the change and fulfill the plan.” He pauses, studying Scar from behind the shadows in his face, and Scar can’t bring himself to ask about his own role. “There are no mistakes in this world. Everything that happens has always been planned. Your birth, your existence is neither accident nor mistake. You have a role to play in this world. It is the role of your family to see you grow, safe and strong, to take on your role. One day, everything will be made clear.”

The King turns away, towards the horizon again. Scar glances over, seeing the suns lowering towards the sea. They cast the world in orange and gold, glimmering and burning.

“Regardless what any person might say to you,” the King says softly, “you are Fae. You are a Prince. You are Human. You are all of these things, and one day you shall be even more.” He looks back at Scar, and for one brief moment Scar sees fire. “All you have to do is wait.”

“Wait?” Scar frowns. “But didn’t you just say...”

The King tilts his head. His smile is cool and distant, but it settles something in Scar’s chest- like comfort, like love, like everything will be just fine.

“One day your waiting will come to an end,” he says. “One day will come the time to stop waiting. Just watch for the signs. You’ll find your place when the time is right. Until then...”

He moves his hand from Scar’s shoulder and stands, gaze back on the horizon and the everything beyond. “Be patient and learn. The answers will present themselves, but you must look for them. Watch and wait until you know your next step, and then...”

“... Act.”

#Midnight Series #Tumblr Exclusive #I so want to write more with Fae King Grandpa #but he won't show up again for a couple more fics #he'll be there for Tubbo's Debut and Scar's birthday tho #so #more is coming #if Stitch tells you to beware one of the King's appearances don't listen to them #I am sick and my brain will not write Tubbo's birthday #I know what I want but my brain will not comply #I think I shall nap #also just saying if you haven't figured out the pantheons are religions... yeah they're basically religions #only they're all real and true at the same time #everyone knows every Pantheon is real and they choose their Pantheon based on their own morals wants and/or needs #or in some cases they just take up their family's Pantheon #unless they're Supernatural in which case they're generally born into a Pantheon #(or Turned to one) #also totally possible to follow more than one Pantheon ex. BDubs and the Vex following the Fae and Death Pantheons #why am I rambling about the Pantheons in the tags #HEY FUN FACT I'm atheist but I find religions absolutely FASCINATING especially with how they had shaped entire civilizations #thus why the cultures in Midnight are so heavily influenced by their Pantheons/gods #anyway I need to stop I am. sleby

[tired-reader-writer]

There, it's behind a lock now— phew.

#unrelated but I'm gonna ramble in the tags #I used to have this friend right? they claimed to hate AI they swear! but then happily go about using chat/character AI #and happily POST about it thereby promoting it #it steals from actual human writing it's unethical and it's HORRIDLY OUT OF CHARACTER #even I who have not watched the show noticed that. [REDACTED] would not fucking say or do that. #so I checked it w my other friends who actually watched the show and turns out I was right. #the ex-friend's like I'm quitting character AI I swearrrrr but when I went to look at their blog to see if I should unblock them #(I blocked them out of frustration) #I saw that they were STILL posting about that damned thing #fucker #death to AI death to all fucking AI they're a fic writer how could they lack this much respect for their own craft

[deityoftherain]

tales of the empires - empires s1 canon divergent au collection (New Installment Announcement)

I plan to release the first chapter of my next fanfic (strawberry tears) on March 16, 2024, around the time all is fair in love and war finishes posting! It will be 16 Chapters long, including the prologue and epilogue, with a word count of around 46/47k words. I post my chaptered fics weekly until they are finished releasing. Subscribe to the collection above or me here (follow button by name) or an_anxious_ghost on AO3 to get notified! Look below the cut for sneakpeaks of the new fic.

Summary for the new fic, "strawberry tears":

Avoidance is a valid strategy when one wants to leave the past in the past. The thing with avoidance, however, is that one can't avoid things forever. Scott has avoided his secret ex-boyfriend, Sausage, for seven years and he plans to keep it that way. He's found happiness for himself as support for Xornoth's rule, a close friend to Shrub, and Jimmy's boyfriend. Sausage, on the other hand, has been looking for his ex-boyfriend since the beginning days of his rule and that conviction is what has kept him afloat. He can't claim to be happy but his "deranged king" reputation precedes him and he's kept Mythland strong, even as the ongoing hostilities with The Ocean Empire grow more severe. Can Scott avoid Sausage for the rest of time or will his secret finally see the light?

Click here if you want to read more about this AU on Tumblr. Summaries are there with them if you don't want to look on AO3. Also, you can look at more details about them under the cut on my pinned post for those with an asterisk*

The past fics are not necessary to read (you could read them like prequels or go in chronological order) but it would be nice to (1) hear what you think of them in comments/through kudos, notes, and/or reblogs, and (2) give you more backstory on what is happening. It is explained in their thoughts but the other stories will be fun as well and I am proud of them. ^^

This fic will alternate between Scott and Sausage's POV and below are the chapter names. I think you can tell what chapters are who fairly easily if you know anything about this AU's Scott and Sausage hehe-

Chapter names may (probably do) contain spoilers to the plot!

strawberry tears prologue burial poppies checkmate, bitch wolves and mushrooms flower child negotiations bird's nest insults and exes no more secrets pick a side tender heart, broken spirit wither roses parental figures sensible tyrant fraternizing with the enemy starting over epilogue

#tales of the empires au #deity writes #look at that tag for my other writing or look under the cut on my pinned post #empires smp au #empires fanfic #empireshipping #empiresshipping #scosage #< exes in the new fic #flower husbands #< they're in love #empiresblr #empires smp fanfic #empires au #empires scott #empires sausage #empires jimmy #empires katherine #empires xornoth #empires lizzie #empires pearl #empires fwhip #empires gem #empires joel #empires shelby #how do i tag this

[snowthornes]

@yuuugay tagged me to do a Thing 🦖 thank you for the tag, it was fun!!! As usual, I spent way too much time on this shdgjsd

Tagging @hampsdesu @amyreads and @snail-of-fire — I'm curious about your trope preferences, but no need to do it if you'd prefer not to 🥰💐

#yes i have an undying hatred for love triangles #like the clenching fist kind of hatred #everytime i read something in the moth to flames tier #i have to take a two week break to recover #i say i hate them but i keep coming back to them 😔 #also yes to the gen fic trope #i actually don't like stories centred primarily around romance that much... esp when other characters are reduced to foils in the process #regarding unrequited love: it's complicated #perhaps it's because of how pragmatic i can be when it comes to my own emotions but #it frustrates me watching someone continuously pine over a person incapable of returning their feelings #ngl i'd probably be the irreverent scoundrel who swoops in and proposes a fling with Pining Character A to help them move on 😔🤌🏼 #/j #unrequited love for an ex gets a pass. as well as other circumstances. it really depends on how the story handles it #if they're only there so the readers can coo over how deeply devoted they are... then no. ffs let them move on #if the story somehow manages to make their unrequited love complex and doesn't turn it into the character's entire personality #and acknowledges that fixating on someone so much is probably a terrible awful idea but they'll do it anyway because they're an utter fool #then fine. i'll be a hater all the way but i'll be heckling them more lovingly #aspen rambles.txt #tags

[foggyjune]

So uh, I wrote a one-shot last year for The Dragon Prince that I'm kinda proud of, though it doesn't match with canon events, and I just want to share it.

#it's about viravos btw lol #i just think they're neat #i don't use that ao3 anymore because my ex knows it but i like this little fic #also the comments on it made me cry #in a good way #my fics #viravos #viren #aaravos #tdp #the dragon prince

[miharuhebinata]

so like, when is someone going to write a 50k+ byler fic that focuses on them trying to navigate their new relationship while also dealing with the super messy & explosive m*leven breakup that threatens to irreparably destroy the whole party dynamic forever 🤨

#i'm sorry but as much as i like the idea of elmike *eventually* getting to be friends. i'm sick of reading fics where they're both just #like. immediately totally ok with breaking up just because it's a mutual thing. like that's one of my biggest pet peeves in this fandom ngl #even worse when people act like el would be happy to see will/mike get together regardless of how long #(or how *short* in some especially frustrating cases) it's been since the breakup. like i'm not saying she would be some crazy jealous #ex girlfriend or anything. but at the *very least* it would probably be awkward & uncomfortable? & not just for her but all 3 of them?? #like..... it's a pretty big shift in their relationship dynamics! & it's not like..misogynistic or smth to admit that el probably #wouldn't be entirely pleased with the situation? idk i don't mean to be mean about this or anything. just something to think about i guess #elmike #byler #p: the best thing i've ever done #stranger things #📺 tag #fic ideas #send tweet

[mikansei]

the frustrating part of writing a canonical genius is that i myself am not a genius, and to make some of kisuke's science-speak believable i find myself stumbling thru wikipedia articles on particle physics like a bull in a china shop

the fun part of writing a canonical genius is that technically i can make kisuke say little bastard words like "dark matter and dark energy are just reishi and reiryoku" anyway, b/c bleach worldbuilding is like 'whose line': the magic's made up so the physics don't matter

#my notes doc is full to bursting of magiscience bullshitting (affectionate) even if 90% of it isn't going into the actual fic #bc it's not really about the science - but this IS kisuke #he needs to go on caffeine-fueled science binges every once in a while or he'll wither and die #like an amphibian that needs water to survive (except the water is stale coffee drunk from a dubiously clean beaker) #his science binges need topics even if they're filtered thru the pov of someone who has no fucking idea what he's talking about lol #i also wind up with a lot of notes on historical stuff he (and the visored) might've picked up since 1900 #finding ways to distort that thru the viewpoint of a centuries-old ex-shinigami is always fun #the duality of kisuke: keeps up to date on the bleeding edge of string theory but thinks freon was banned 'recently' #💚🤍💚🤍💚 #oh that reminds me - i figured out where his 'atashi' came from and i DESPERATELY want to put that in the fic somehow #but like. i'm writing the fic in english. but technically they would all be speaking japanese #and i haven't found an elegant way to talk about the actual japanese pronouns thru the lens of technically-a-translation english #even with ichigo's linguistics nerdery i'm not quite there yet... #adventures in fic writing #bleach #kisuke

[nari-writes]

The answer is no <3

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"Kon!" Cassie cheers, "Oh dude, you're finally here! I thought Lex was never gonna let you out."

"I thought you said your name was Conner." Tim says, and Kon has a moment to wonder why Tim feels stiff in his Web before he has an armful of Cassie and is trying to keep his balance.

"It is," he says distractedly, "Kon is for friends."

Or rather, he's not supposed to use it, according to Lex's rules, but Cassie and Bart have decided to ignore most of what Lex had made conditional to their internship.

"Right," Tim says, but then Bart has decided to join Cassie and Kon's trying to figure out if their combined weight should be a problem.

"Should I be falling?" he whispers to them, their laughter filling his ears and his chest, and doesn't notice that Tim's left.

#spiderkon #yay they're stupid your honour 🥰 #snippets #kon's introductions so far: no i have dead bodies in my room. no I'm not your friend even tho we just went through Bonding Experience #no i will give you a Breakdown over the fact that your ex bf cloned you and didn't tell you that you had a kid #yay <3 #HE DOESN'T MEAN TO OK #core4 #he's Twying he's just (COUGHSAUTISTIC) only had human experiences with adults who already knew him or was taught the Experience from the po #**from the pod #fic snips