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riddle-me-ri · 2 months

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a/n: don't mind me being super self indulgent again asdfgh. I just really enjoyed the dynamic I made in Zeroing In with Bigby and a singer/performing reader. I may or may not make a smutty part two we will see lol. Hope y’all enjoy!

Content Warning: Strong language, attempted sexual assault, brief mentions of sexual harrassment, some violence.

Word Count: 2.3 k

Bigby Wolf x F!Reader - Take Me Home

As a long time performer, you know how to work the crowd with your musical numbers.

You knew you should probably be looking around and engaging with other audience members.

You just couldn't help it though.

Especially when he was around and seemed to genuinely be enjoying himself for once.

Bigby Wolf kept his word when he said he would come around and see you perform whenever he had a chance and not just show up searching for perps.

He's managed to come by at least once every other week, and needless to say, it always was the highlight of your week.

You two have tried to make plans outside of both your work schedules, but it's been difficult to manage between the long nights you both kept and Bigby occasionally dipping in and out of the picture.

Don't let him be on a case either. He stays clear of you like a bad omen. You know he's worried about getting you somehow involved in whatever the case entails, but you did wish he could share more of his worries onto you so he didn't have to carry so much.

You two managed to settle somehow with these interludes of eye contact and small knowing smiles.

At least until one night when you weren't smiling anymore.

During your act, you got close to the edge of the stage and teased those up front, just like any other night–

Until you felt a sweaty palm clamp around your ankle and almost yank you into the audience below.

You barely remember hazy glimpses of everything that happened afterward.

A shrill sound rang through the live band and filled the club.

It took hours later for you to realize that was…you…screaming in shock.

The man's other hand barely touched your inner thigh, clear intent of fully grabbing and dragging you into his lap until he instantly let go.

Before you even tried to push the man's hands away, he let go.

You saw Bigby hovering over the man.

He had slammed the man's face into the hard wood table, the cheap white linen doing nothing to comfort the assault as it started to stain with blood.

You caught a glimpse of yellow in Bigby’s eyes.

You couldn't make out any words anyone was saying. It was all a murmuring cacophony of surprised, worried, and tense patrons.

Your skin ran cold, and your breathing hitched.

The next thing you recall was getting up and darting back towards your dressing room.

Anything to get away from what just happened.

“Aww man, I think you broke my fucking nose.”

“You're lucky I don't break every bone in your goddamn body, starting with your grimy little hands.” Bigby snarled, with half a mind to slam the asshole's face again.

He did settle for twisting the guy’s arm tighter as he slapped handcuffs on him.

“Hey, hey, what the fuck man? I didn't do nothin’!” The man defended as he tried to sit back up, blood dripping down his nose and over his lips.

“You touched her inappropriately, pretty sure that files under assault.” Bigby roughly lifted the man up from his seat and dropped him to his feet, causing the man to stumble some.

“Oh please, she was teasing me! Practically asking for it!” The man spat as he got his footing before Bigby dragged him out of the club.

Bigby tried to keep his growl down but whether or not he succeeded he frankly didn't care at the time.

At least until he was out of public view.

As the two began the walk to the Woodland and the coast was clear, Bigby snatched the man by the baby hairs on the back of his neck and pulled his head back.

The man yelped in pain.

“Listen here fucker, she didn't ask you for fucking shit. She was doing her job, last thing she needs is a bunch of grabby dickheads like you that can't keep his hands to him-fucking-self.”

“Is she your’s?”

Bigby blinked. “What?”

“You fuckin’ her or somethin’, Wolf? Never seen you get all up in arms over some whore.”

Bigby dragged the man into a nearby alley and smacked the man's body and face directly against a damp cold brick wall.

“Ow! The fuck man, you-aaah?” The man winced in pain as claws began protruding from Bigby's fingers, pricking the skin of the man's neck.

“Listen here, you sorry piece of shit. Doesn't fucking matter who she's with or what she does. You don't get to fucking touch her–you don't get to do what you damn well please. Understand?” Bigby growled, his teeth slowly growing into the “what big teeth you have,” territory.

For the first time since the encounter started, the man began quivering in terror.

“Y-y-yeah, yeah, understood…just-just do what you gotta do…please don't hurt me, man, please! It was a mistake, h-honest!”

Bigby got closer to the man's face one last time and snarled. A final warning.

Usually, Bigby would feel bad about making anyone beg for him not to hurt them. He'd be disappointed that they would automatically assume he would.

For this guy however, he wanted to muster up that same level of fear you likely felt when he grabbed you and then some.

Bigby backed off once he began smelling the unmistakable hint of piss through the night air.

“Just keep your mouth shut the rest of the way, or it'll be the last mistake you ever make.”

The quicker he locked this asshole up, the quicker he could get back to check up on you.

You sat there in front of your vanity with your head hung low and the lights dimmed.

Still frazzled and stunned from the moment.

Somehow, the man's slimy touch lingered on your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to dip your leg into some kind of disinfecting acid.

You took a deep breath and admitted that the second best option besides the acid is to go home and take a long scolding shower until the hot water ran out.

You rose from your seat and began shedding your clothes that used to make you feel so confident and sexy…but in the moment you just felt disgusted.

Then you heard a knock.

You assumed it was your boss checking on you. “I'll be out in a minute, Carol…just gimme a second..”

“Uhh…it's Bigby.”

You freezed for the second time that night.

You had completely forgotten about him. Until his voice reminded you of what he did, how he saved you, how he looked when he did it.

“Bigby? Oh, uh, hang on.” You darted across your dressing room and snatched a silky maroon robe that hung over your dressing screen.

You took a deep breath, a desperate attempt to calm your shot nerves.

Suddenly, a comforting warmth draped over your body as you laid eyes on Bigby. Like somehow, he could protect you from this lingering fear that resonated in you like he did before when it happened.

“H-Hey…”

“Hey,” he responded. “I wanted to check in on ya…how are you holding up?”

You gulped. “F-Fine I suppose, all things considered…I know it could have been worse, and I always knew I was at risk, but nothing prepares you for when it happens, you know?”

“Yeah, but you shouldn't feel at risk for something you do for a living.”

You exhaled a chuckle. “Says the sheriff who's at risk quite literally all the time.”

Bigby shook his head. “You know what I mean. That asshole had no right to be touching you…”

He sighed. “What happened tonight was not your fault…I hope you know that at the very least.”

You hugged your arms around yourself, your hands sliding up and down your upper arms as you gazed at the floor. “Yeah, I know…”

There was a beat of silence before you felt a warm hand lightly squeeze your shoulder. You followed the hand with bruised knuckles back to Bigby's face.

One of your hands came up and rested on top of his hand that was on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Bigby…” You squeezed his hand back gratefully. “At the end of the day…I'm just grateful that you were there.”

Bigby can't recall the last time anyone ever said those words about him or his help. He always made things worse, more difficult, or made Fables regretful for getting him involved.

It felt nice to be appreciated, and it felt even more sweet and genuine coming from you.

“I'm glad I was there too…”

He allowed you to drag your soft thumb along his knuckles for a moment. Both of you enjoyed the soothing silence and close proximity. You found yourself feeling more at ease each second he was there.

Until a question popped into your mind. “C-Can I ask what happened to him? Like where he is now?” Suddenly, the thought of trekking home became cumbersome.

“I've got him in a holding cell for now. I'll be presenting the case to the Business Office tomorrow morning some time…”

Bigby reluctantly pulled his hand back, you already missing its warmth and soothing weight.

“Although, full disclosure, even if he is found guilty… the time and punishment for sexual harassment is ridiculously short and sweet…”

You nodded. “I had a feeling, but Carol told me he won't be coming around anymore. She has started a banned list and is trying to invest in more security.”

“If you need me to…”

“Bigby, I can't ask you to do that. You already have every other Fable to worry about…”

“I do, but you come first….or at least that's how I wish it could be, if I can help it.”

You blinked, your mind racing with countless meanings to what he was implying.

“Besides, I think you're the only one that really appreciates my help anyhow.” Bigby muttered into his shoulder, but still clear enough for you to hear.

“I'll always appreciate you Bigby…like how I appreciate your offer, but I still can't ask you to do that…I know you will protect me when you can and that I can rely on you and honestly in the world we live in now, that's more than enough.”

Your heart swelled at the soft smile that stretched across his face.

“I guess I can accept that.” He reluctantly conceded. “Is there at least anything I can do for you now? Anything at all before we both call it a night?”

After talking to him, you have begun to feel much calmer, like you could shake off tonight's events. You know you could have gotten to that point yourself, but Bigby made it a whole lot easier and quicker.

You almost felt childish and selfish for this request, but you didn't want the opportunity to have him to yourself longer pass.

“I, uh, still have to walk home….if you don't mind walking with me? It's not far from the Woodland, just one block before it…”

“You don't have to convince me, and I did say anything. Just let me know when you're ready.” He offered a sincere smile.

“You wanna wait inside? I didn't even realize I didn't invite you in.” You giggled as you realized he was still standing in the hallway across the threshold of your dressing room door.

“Uhh…sure, if you're fine with it.” Bigby walked in and took a slow glance over your dressing room.

“More than fine. Here, you can have a seat on the sofa over there. I just gotta change real quick.” You explained as you rounded the corner and went behind your dressing screen.

You couldn't fight the pep in your step, having him back in your vicinity. You didn't feel on edge or uncomfortable to be yourself. You felt safe.

Bigby kept looking around. He was observant to a fault, especially thanks to his senses that don't let him miss anything.

He noticed the Polaroids of you and likely your co-workers and friends bordered along your vanity mirror.

He took note of a couple empty bottles that were in your trash can, he deduced it must be a favorite of yours.

He also caught an almost empty container of your body spray that was the source of your sweet scent.

Not that he'd say it out loud, but if you asked him you didn't need the spray, your own scent was intoxicating on its own.

Bigby shuffled a bit in his seat as your own smell became more prominent once he saw your robe hanging over the screen folds you hid behind.

He kept darting his eyes around the room, trying to distract himself from thinking of you so intimately despite the close quarters and the small distance between him and your naked form.

Bigby shook his head to try and shake the thoughts out. He doesn't want to screw this up, not like how he always does. You've been through enough as it is.

Thankfully, you came out soon from behind the screen. You wore a long sleeve sweater of your favorite color that revealed your shoulders and some pants.

“All right, I'm ready…thanks again, Bigby.” You stood in front of him and rubbed your hand up and down your arm, playing with the sleeve.

“Hey, like I said.” He stood up at his full height, and you had to look up instead of down at him. “Not a problem.”

He walked over to the door and swiftly opened the door. “After you…”

“Why thank you, sir.” You giggled bemused before walking out the door with Bigby walking beside you.

Carol waved to both of you and told you to take the next couple of days off to recover and not worry about anything.

You sighed. Another small weight taken off your shoulder, you weren't sure if you would be able to get back on stage, so it was relieving to hear you had the next couple of days off.

As you and Bigby exited the building, the cold night air hit both of you. Almost instinctively, you grabbed for Bigby's hand, who didn't seem to mind, and gently returned the grasp.

Bigby gave you a supportive nudge.

“Well, lead the way…”

#ri writes #the wolf among us bigby wolf x reader #twau bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf x reader #the wolf among us bigby wolf x female reader #twau bigby wolf x female reader #bigby wolf x female reader #bigby wolf fanfiction

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insecateur · 10 months

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i need to get lysandre pregnant asap

#samtxt #'samifer it's 5am' leave me alone. it's 500 degrees out and i'm writing among us fanfiction

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danzinora-switch · 2 months

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Rolling into Part 2 of Things Change! We take a look at how Leo and Donnie are both doing. Eccentric studying and body-learning do not come naturally to the other, after all.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanfiction #writing #fanfic #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt april #mau verse #mind over matter verse #monsters among us

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ashes-writing · 11 months

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 11 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warnings

[ multi chapter ] writer who can't write a triangle to save her life, swearing, helicopter moms (Topper's mom, fyi), mentions of alc + alcohol addiction ( your mom ), teenage shenanigans ( getting busted in a compromising position ), eluded to sexual encounter, mentions of markings / bites. Deviation from the events of the series for the most part -this is kind of like.. a side/background story to all the treasure hunting and stuff, tbh.

Reader/you is from the Cut. Reader/you are female with female parts and not much else described at all.

word count + prev. part

pt 10 <- can be accessed by clicking.

2464 words exactly.

summary

Shoupe glares but he begins to make his way back down from the tower and Topper makes his way back over to you, pulling you into a deep kiss that leaves you breathless when it's broken. He chuckles against your mouth as he bucks himself into you and lets out a quiet growl, " We are finishing this later, love."

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masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

"Mmm." the weight of him settles down into you heavy, and your fingers catch against his bare skin. Topper’s lips dance down your neck and around, littering the front of your throat with kisses and bite marks that he knows won’t be hidden. A smug grin forms at the thought that later, he’ll see imprints of his mouth against your skin, but he won’t be the only one.

Everyone will.

His hand captures your hand, fingers laced together as he pins it flat against the pillow beneath your head. Stars shine through the big panes of glass that form the walls in the top of the lighthouse. It’s become a sort of safe haven. A special place.

Down below, Kiara spots Topper’s little boat and scowls, shaking her head. All she can think about is how Sarah left the Chateau earlier in the week and hasn’t been seen since. And she’s barely seeing you at all lately, when you do talk to her, it usually ends in harsh words and you, being cold and bitter.

She tries to text you, on the off chance that it’s not you with Topper at the lighthouse. Because you may not be on good terms but you are still someone she considers a friend and she wants to warn you.

Your phone vibrates against wooden floorboards and Topper pulls away, glaring at the phone. You roll your eyes and let out several ragged breaths. “What the fuck does she want?” you mumble as you check your phone.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?”

“Does it really matter? You don’t like her, she doesn’t like you.” Topper points out and you nod, agreeing. You let him pry the phone from your hands and turn it off. If it’s really important, you think to yourself, she can tell you the highlights tomorrow during your shift. Because whether you want her to or not, she will.

Topper turns his attention back to you, but then his own cell phone starts to go crazy.

He’s the one scowling and shaking his head when he realizes that it’s Sarah texting.

You pluck the phone out of his hands.

“Seriously?” you laugh and shake your head. If you were his girlfriend -and you weren’t at least ninety five percent sure this was just summer boredom being cured in his eyes, you’d have a real nasty text message ready to go.

But.. you’re not his girlfriend and this isn’t serious.. To him. And you’re trying so very hard to keep that mindset until he chooses to tell you otherwise. You’re done forcing yourself on people, if he wants this to be serious, it’ll be him to say it.

Which is why when he holds out the phone to you and nods to it, you’re totally confused.

“I’m here with you. Maybe if she knows that…”

When a call comes through from Sarah’s number, you pick up. “Yeah?” you’re sitting up in Topper’s lap, bare body to bare body. Walking your fingers up and down his muscular chest as he nips at your neck and throat and rocks himself into you.

“I..I need to talk to Topper.”

“You need to let go, actually. He’s busy right now, Cameron.” you’re not even a little sweet when you say it, either. And you don’t realize it, but every ounce of the jealousy you work double overtime to keep locked away and oblivious to him, it’s pouring out of you as you deal with her on the phone.

Topper’s getting more hopeful -and more turned on, the more you say.

“Please.. This is important.”

“No, Sarah. No it’s not. And neither are you. Go play games with somebody else. Topper’s busy, he can’t come to play.” you hang up the call and Topper takes the phone, turning it off immediately.

“Where were we?” Topper mutters as he lays you back against the sleeping bag and settles on top of you all over again, turning his attention back to undressing you, with both eyes and hands.

And then the door to the lighthouse tower is being beaten down and the two of you freeze, glaring at the door as it shakes in the frame. “Fucking seriously?” Topper whines and his forehead settles against your breasts as he takes several deep breaths.

“Open up in there. Officer Shoupe.”

The two of you share a look and swallow hard. Topper pulls away after stealing three or four more deep kisses that leave you dizzy, and he’s pulling on his shorts as he throws open the door and leans in the frame.

“Thornton?”

“Yeah, it’s uh. It’s me. What’s the problem, officer?”

He’s so charming and smooth as he handles the older man that you’re smiling to yourself just a little.

Officer Shoupe gets straight to the point, first of all firmly scolding the both of you about using the tower as a getaway for your sexual encounters. Then he tells you both that someone called in a boat parked for a suspicious amount of time. Shoppe chukles as he adds with a smirk, "One of em was your mama, boy an' she's worried sick."

"Right. Sure she is." Topper grumbles, shaking his head. You're tense all over because you've just heard what Shoupe said and you can just feel everything about to come to an end between you both. Topper gazes at the older man, "Who were the other calls?"

Shoupe shrugs. "Dunno. Don't care, either. Okay you two.. dressed and outta here."

"Yeah, that's not happening until you walk yourself back down to the ground and wait there. You're not getting a single look at her naked, you old prick."

"Oh we are, huh?"you giggle out into the kiss before it breaks. Topper stares at you hungrily and as he holds out your torn undergarments to you, he takes several ragged breaths, openly fucking you with his eyes. He pulls you into another deep kiss and pushes the polo shirt he was wearing at you. "Since i..uh.. tore your clothes off, love.."

You take the shirt, slipping it down over your head. Pouting a little because you're all worked up. He scoops you up and starts to carry you down the staircase, stopping a few times to kiss you until you're dizzy and breathless as he lets his hands wander and you do the same right back. The two of you make your way out into bright sunshine and you hide your face against his hickey covered neck, making him chuckle as he mumbles quietly, "I know this little island up the shoreline… we'll go there, love."

CONTINUED

Your mother catches sight of Topper's mother in the staff break room of the hospital they both work in and she walks up to the snobbish bitch, jamming a finger into her shoulder until she turns around.

Mrs. Thornton looks down her nose as she turns to face your mother. "Can I help you?"

"That little prick you call a son better not fucking get my little girl pregnant."

"I beg your pardon?"

Your mother just laughs. "Keep your kid over on Figure 8. Because if he ruins my daughter's life like her father ruined mine, you won't have a son anymore."

"Maybe if your daughter wasn't such a little tramp..she's clearly the one who enticed my son. He's weak willed, same as his father. The first girl to show him even a shred of affection, he falls in love with and its frankly pathetic. Keep your trashy little girl away from my little boy because if anyone's life will be ruined in this, it'll clearly be his."

Your mother steps up to her, giving a shove. "What'd you just call my kid, you freeze dried bitch?"

She simply smirks and steps away. "If the shoe fits.. were you not messing with both Ward and some loser from the Cut and at least five other men when we were their age, Malia?" Mrs. Thornton studies your mother intently, smirking, "Do you even know who fathered your child?" and your mother clenches her fists at her sides. She really doesn't know for sure, but she's leveled it down to 3 men. And all of them left, none of them wanted any part of fatherhood. Or her.

"Freeze dried bitch." your mother grumbles before shoving past Mrs. Thornton.

CONTINUED

You make your way into the house and just when you’re about to open the door to your bedroom, your mother turns on the lamp and you freeze. The second you see the bottle of liquor sitting on the end table, you roll your eyes.

“Sit down, sweetie.”

You sit down and she sighs. Takes a long and deep breath and you do the same.

“Can this wait, Mom?”

“Nope.” your mom answers, going quiet again. “Your thing with the Thornton kid stops now. Are we clear?”

You scoff at this and laugh softly. “Oh.That’s what this is.” the words die on your lips when you look over and see the solemn expression on your mother’s face. “I thought it was bad enough when you were always off with the boy next door. This is.. It’s way worse, sweetie. Those kind of people only use us. This is just a summer fling to him. You know it, I know it, the whole island knows it. I’m not going to sit back and let you make the same mistake I did.”

You’re tempted to tell her if you were to make the same mistake, at least you’d know who the father of your child is, but something tells you not to, that it wouldn’t be a smart idea at all. You do laugh and shrug. “I’m perfectly aware this is probably a fling to him. Maybe I’m going to enjoy it for what it is.”

Your mother tenses. Looks up at you and rubs her forehead. “Do you have to give me such a hard time?”

“Do you have to die on this hill?” you question. “And anyway, why am I going to listen to you, hm?” you’re more than a little annoyed at the whole thing. “You’re never home and when you are, you’re too drunk to function. You’re always telling me you need space, you can’t be around me, I was a mistake. Does any of that sound familiar at all, Mom? Give me one good reason I should listen.”

“Do you want to be like me? Because messing around with the boys on this island, sweetie.. That’s how you end up like me.”

You shake your head. “No, no it’s not, Mom.”

“Fine. Don’t listen. Do whatever you want, sweetie.. But when you realize it comes with consequence, don’t come crying to me over it.”

You laugh. “Why in the hell would I do that? I’ll figure it out on my own. You’re the last shoulder I’d cry on, trust me… you don’t have to worry about that.”

You make your way into the bedroom, door slamming behind you. When your mother’s car starts about ten minutes later, you take a shaky breath or two and flop down onto your bed.

The little talk could’ve gone a lot worse and you know it. You grimace as you think about exactly how bad it could’ve gotten. Then you slip off the bed and start getting ready to go to sleep, looking out the window just in time to see JJ’s bedroom light on. JJ stands in the window, staring into yours.

You grumble to yourself and let the tapestry over your bedroom window swing down over it, obscuring your bedroom window from view.

CONTINUED

“You’re going to stay away from the little tramp, son. This isn’t Sarah. This is different. I won’t have you making us look bad.”

Topper’s jaw flutters as he glares at his mother. “You mean like I already do? That’s basically what you’re always saying, Mom. That I’m weak. And a disappointment. Every time something bad happens, it’s always my fault.”

“Because it is. You are. And you’re reckless. But this thing with the little tramp. It’s not happening. Are we clear?”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Fine.. But the second she’s made a fool out of you, don’t come looking for my help. I won’t be here to bail you out.”

Topper laughs and rubs his chin. “I wouldn’t ask for your help anyway, Mom, don’t be ridiculous. That’d be the last thing I do. I can’t wait to get out of here, away from you.”

“I just don’t understand what happened to my sweet boy.” his mother shakes her head, gives him a hurt look. “That Cameron girl ruined you. This all started with her.”

Topper shakes his head. “Nope, you’re the one who did that.”

“Fine.. Keep seeing the little tramp. But you’re on your own when she traps you with a child. You realize that’s the way those kinds of girls are, you can’t be this stupid.”

“You don’t even know her, mom.”

“I know her mother. That’s enough. Go on, go to your room. I don’t feel like looking at you right now.” his mother waves him away dismissively as she scowls. Topper makes his way up the stairs and into his room, letting the door slam hard enough to make her wince as she sits on the sofa down in the living room.

“We’ll see how long he stands by his ‘feelings’ for the little tramp when I tell him he’s written out of my will.” she smirks to herself as she takes a few sips of her nightly drink and turns her attention back to the television turned on in front of her. “I’ll go have it done first thing in the morning. And then I’ll be talking to my father about this.”

Topper flops onto his bed and takes out his phone, smiling as soon as it’s unlocked and he sees the picture he took of you both not so long ago. The smile fades and turns to a scowl when he sees that he’s gotten yet another text from Sarah.

→ Hey.. Will you please talk to me, Top?

← Forget my number, Sarah. I’m done, okay? You made your choice. I’m making mine.

The three dots pop up only to disappear again seconds later, but he doesn’t even care.

He’s already re-reading all the texts you’ve been sending to him and smiling because it makes him feel a thousand times better.

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #topper thornton x reader #jj maybank x kiara carrera #topper thornton x fem!reader #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- my writing● topper thornton #<- warnings | swearing + teenage shenanigans + eluded to s*xual encounter ● mentions of alch / alch addiction + intrusive parents #<- warning | female reader + female parts and appearance ● reader is from The Cut + personality #-- all i'm saying is we're getting real close to... a decision.#-- this chapter is kind of like... giving us a break from the drama among the couples.. to an extent.

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savterifuckedup · 2 months

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the fiery passion i hate booktok's general trends with is unimaginable as is my desire to stay away as much as possible.

stupid haha dbd clips? yeah sure here for it. observational comedy and standup bits? lovely let's see what you're about to spill. social commentary and educational videos? fuck yes we're balling.

but the second, THE MOMENT i understand it's a book review, i BACK THE FUCK UP (click "not interested"). it's perplexing to see what utter shit all these self-proclaimed avid readers are into: characters reduced to one or two tropes, plots that are rather convoluted as hell for the sake of it or simply settings for characters to have sex in, no ideas put into the text, perpetuating harmful stereotypes, etc. and a book CAN be a wonderful read while still having one such drawback, but not all of them, jesus fucking christ.

and when i say "fanfiction is better", it's not only due to all the finger-licking good fanworks that have become a better version of the original or are in and of themselves greater books than half your local bookstore, no. "bad" fanfiction is also better than most booktok books! at the very fucking least you already know the characters and their supposed dynamics AND that wonky ass serial killer or coffee shop au is goddamn FREE! the only payment fic writers get to get is INTERACTION - comments, kudos/likes, recommendations (please do that. do comment, do give a kudos, do recommend stuff you enjoy to your friend/mutuals/whatever). that's it. they're not effectively changing the publishing industry to prioritise shitty smut books to make a quick buck instead of giving a shot to works with arguably more literary value.

so, no. fuck booktok, all my homies hate booktok.

#imho it can actually be responsible for fandom culture dying out with all the lack of need to interact with the author #to make them write more content that used to be shared somewhat anonymously and be frowned upon among publishers in general #but idk it's not a fully fledged thought #more like it's a drawing of a thought #i know there are occasional great recs on booktok as well #still ain't dealing with that #fandom culture #booktok #booktok trends #fandom #fanfiction #book tumblr #reading

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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 11 hours

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Haven't written in a while and i stg some of you aren't prepared for the fuckin danganronpa x ben shapiro yaoi among us AU fanfic i'm writing this shits gonna be fuckin nuclear

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uninspired--poet · 10 months

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𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝙸:𝟽.

#warcraft fanfic #legion re-write #Demons Among Us #valeera sanguinar #tess greymane #wlw fanfiction

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sanscest69 · 2 years

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cotl crossover I need fanfic of rn

Cult of the Lamb & Undertale: After coming back to the surface the monsters found that some other monsters survived on the surface and basically wiped out humanity, by forming the Old Faith they were able to effectively wipe out humanity in revenge for locking most monsters under Mt Ebbot and now have to navigate the monsters they killed humanity for coming back! (bonus points if you find a way to use the resurrection ritual on Asriel)

Cult of the Lamb & The Owl House: Between season two and season three of The Owl House Luz and the main gang are trying to get back to the Boiling Isles and successfully make a portal to the wrong dimension. In what would likely be a cute and short fanfiction Luz convinces Narinder to stop being so... Aggressive and rude and then goes back to the human realm!

Cult of the Lamb & The Magnus Archives: It’s perfect if you think about it! You have a spider that controls people, a god of death who can never die, plague, famine, and so much more! Adding the fear entities on top of that would make it so cool and interesting!!!!!

Cult of the Lamb & Among Us: Idk how this one would even work but I wanna read it

Cult of the Lamb & Deltarune: Kris enters a new dark world to find Cult of the Lamb! The One Who Waits is the big boss of this dark world and after beating him they get the Red Crown. Big potential for something spooky somehow following them from the cotl dark world into the light world!

Cult of the Lamb & Spongebob Squarpants: I just think it would be funny to see the Lamb trying to take over Bikini Bottom xD

Cult of the Lamb & Rick and Morty: Rick and Morty make it to the world of cotl and fuck shit up. Big potential for Rick getting deeply over by the literal undying god of death he would obviously try to fight!

I have WAY to much unmedicated ADHD to like, write this so if you’re a writer and see this and wanna use one of these ideas PLEASE do! I don’t even care about crediting me at all just lmk it exists and I’ll read it faster then anything else I have ever read! Especially the Undertale one!

#cult of the lamb #undertale #the owl house #among us #deltarune #spongebob squarepants #rick and morty #crossover #writing prompt #fanfiction ideas #fanfic #the magnus archives

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unholyfangirling · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Invader Zim, Among Us (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dib & Zim (Invader Zim), Dib & Gaz (Invader Zim), Dib & Professor Membrane Characters: Dib (Invader Zim), Zim (Invader Zim), Torque Smackey, Zita (Invader Zim), Gretchen (Invader Zim) Additional Tags: Violence, Horror, Comedy, Dark Comedy, Manipulative Zim (Invader Zim), Sadistic Zim (Invader Zim), Clone Dib (Invader Zim), Clone Gaz (Invader Zim), Swearing, Tall Zim (Invader Zim), Tall Dib (Invader Zim), dib is still 2 inches taller and takes as much glee as he can get, this is not a crack fic tho, I cannot emphasize how much this is NOT a crack fic, Gore, Emotional Manipulation, Angst, Suspicions, Paranoia, It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, Invader Zim is Among Us on Earth how has no one written out an AU lol, Zim Is A Drama Queen, by drama i mean he murders people and feeds paranoia so he can watch shit hit the fan Summary:

5 years after canon, Professor Membrane has stared the immigration of humanity into space.

5 years after canon, Zim gets another mission from the Tallest.

5 years after canon, Dib finds himself living inside his worst nightmare, and this time it's not because he's literally stuck inside his own head. This might be how their rivalry comes to an end, and Zim isnt going to make it easy on his mortal nemesis.

In fact, Zim plans on making the last moments of Dib's life a living Hell.

Too bad Dib has never been one to make winning easy. ~ The Invader Zim Among Us AU you should have been looking for.

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All My Fanfictions in Chronological Order

So the order of my fanfictions (yes you do kind of have to go in order) is starting to get kind of confusing so I’m gonna try and explain it here with links.

So for those who don’t know, I write and publish Beyblade fanfiction on my Wattpad and Quotev and some of them on my sideblog here on Tumblr, BeybladeFanfictions. Here’s a more precise masterlist/order of reading (the links I’m gonna use are the Wattpad ones because I find that site the easiest to read off.)

On My Own - Kyoya Story

https://www.wattpad.com/1004185322-on-my-own-kyoya-story-chapter-1

This is my only fanfiction that takes place during canon. It’s basically a rewrite of Kyoya’s mini arc in Fury where he leaves the group because I felt like it could be improved. It’s very short, only three chapters and can be read whenever. It’s not every really directly acknowledged in any of my other stories.

Ryuga’s Return

https://www.wattpad.com/1014827449-ryuga%27s-return-chapter-1

This story takes place right after the ending of Fury and is essentially just a Ryuga lives story with a twist: he no longer has L-Drago. It’s required reading for pretty much every other fanfiction I’ve written, particularly for its sequels.

Bey-Mong Us

https://www.wattpad.com/1060580371-bey-mong-us-the-first-group-games

This story is incredibly silly. It’s just the characters playing Among Us on a Discord call and does have some uncharacteristic swearing in it. (I avoid having the Beyblade characters swear in my more serious works). It takes place between Ryuga’s Return and L-Drago’s Return. It doesn’t really effect L-Drago’s Return that much (I think I wrote those two around the same time) but its continuity is acknowledged in Ryuga x King. It’s not necessarily required to read that but it does explain how Ryuga and King know each other (besides their canon meeting on Beyster Island) and build up their future relationship.

L-Drago’s Return

https://www.wattpad.com/1074118987-l-drago%27s-return-introductory-note

This is probably my favourite Beyblade fanfiction that I’ve written, partly because it’s the one where I’m the meanest to the characters. Sorry Kenta :( It takes place five months after Ryuga’s Return. It was written with Bey-Mong Us in mind but doesn’t really acknowledge it directly besides some implications in the last chapter.

Ryuga x King

https://www.wattpad.com/1115373926-ryuga-x-king-overworked

The sequel to L-Drago’s Return and kind of Bey-Mong Us considering it’s about a ship I introduced there. I ended up making this one really long because it’s not just about the ship, it was about wrapping up Ryuga’s character arc this series in a way that I felt was satisfying. It was meant to feel very final. This is my only story to have multiple POVS, with Ryuga being the focus some chapters and King being the focus of others.

My Random Beyblade One-Shots

Okay, this is where I start needlessly complicating things. Technically you can just read all of these one-shots after Ryuga x King with no issue but they take place... all over the place. Chronologically, this is the order:

This one-shot about Reiji and Tsubasa takes place before Ryuga x King. It’s in Reiji’s POV:

https://www.wattpad.com/1130628574-beyblade-one-shots-snakes

Then this one where Ryuga and Kenta go stargazing takes place between the Ryuga x King chapters “A Departing Battle” and “A Fierce Rematch” which is when it first came out, though it was written way after. It’s in Ryuga’s POV:

https://www.wattpad.com/1126821848-beyblade-one-shots-constellations

Next this one which I originally posted here for Mayblade where Reiji is scared of thunder for... obvious reasons. I say it takes place before the next one since Yu and Reiji are on better terms in that one. It’s in Tsubasa’s POV:

https://www.wattpad.com/1232321784-beyblade-one-shots-thunder

Onto this battle between Reiji and King, which takes place during the first Ryuga x King bonus chapter, and just shows Reiji’s POV on an event that chapter alluded to:

https://www.wattpad.com/1147163345-beyblade-one-shots-reiji-vs-king

And finally this one-shot where Ryuga gets glasses that takes place after Ryuga x King, I wanna say a couple weeks after? It briefly acknowledges Bey-Mong Us’s continuity as well and is in Ryuga’s POV:

https://www.wattpad.com/1162721465-beyblade-one-shots-glasses

The other two one-shots in there are x OC one-shots that I found cute enough to publish and don’t really connect to anything else. They connect to each other loosely but not to any of the other fics.

Now onto my most recent disaster:

Bey-Mong Us 2

This is a new story and takes place after Ryuga x King and everything else I’ve published. I won’t give too many details now since it’s new but it takes place quite a while after the original Bey-Mong Us and changes up the formula a bit. If I write anything after this (which I might, who knows), I’ll make a reblog of this post with the details.

#beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal saga #among us #beyblade metal fury #metal fury #kyoya tategami #ryuga #ryuga kishatu #ryuga beyblade #kenta yumiya #king #king beyblade #reiji mizuchi #tsubasa otori #fanfictions #writing

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