#i’m counting it as a fic

[lovelesslittleloser]

Tbh this has been on my mind for MONTHS

Human codes… but they’re not actually codes??

A small group of humans is discovered by some curious aliens. Both sides can assume that the other is sentient. The aliens are trying to translate the humans’ language to their own, and the humans are trying to learn the aliens’ language. But since humans are tricky, they’ve decided that they don’t want the aliens to know their language, so they can have secret conversations.

So they go a little crazy. With written words, they randomly use lowercase and capital letters, even using numbers and symbols, and use a lot of slang, occasionally using words incorrectly on purpose. They’ll jumble the words a bit so that only human brains can guess their meaning (that thing where if you use all the letters and put the proper letters at the beginning and end it’ll be comprehensible), and even use additional or unofficial languages (commonly known words like ‘hola’, ‘si’, ‘oui’, etc, and piglatin, in which you typically take the first letter or syllable of a word, place it at the end, and add ‘ay’ to the end).

As for spoken words, they will do a bit of the above, mashing languages and slang, perhaps mispronouncing a few things, and quoting memes, vines, movies, and even singing parts of songs to throw off the aliens. Perhaps they will say something with a somber meaning in a joyful way to throw off the meaning, or even just naturally (‘I wanna die!’ ‘Mood’), or vice versa.

Additionally, there would have to be a TON of body language. Maybe even sign language, should they know any. Gestures and expressions, eyebrow wiggles and poorly-hidden grins. Ah, the beauties of communication.

#I’m sure there’s more #please add more #aliens #humans #humans are space orcs #haso #humans are space fae #humans are space raccoons #humans are space orcs prompts #humans are weird #humans are insane #humans are terrifying #language #communication #lingustics #? I hope this counts as linguistics?? #I’ve had this in my head for an unwritten fic I’ve abandoned before its birth #just humans being clever little pricks #aliens: hello humans! we wish to communicate! please speak as you naturally would! #human: ouldshay eway unray? #other human: *offended look* Bethany. I made BISCUITS *subtle gesturing to alien food* #another human: if I stay there will be trouble~ and if I go there will be double~ so I gotta gotta know~ should I stay or should I go #alien: are we sure these are all the same species? because I’m fairly sure they’re all speaking different languages

[saetoru]

something that’s always been funny to me is that long fics with smut tend to do better than long fics without but it’s like. if you write a longggg 10k+ word fic with a build up and plot and sprinkle in smut at the end, people will read that long build up and pay attention to the plot in order to get to the smut. and 99% of the time the tags and comments will talk about the plot itself and the way it was written as opposed to the sex and they will ask for more or for part 2’s and as annoying as the part 2 comments can be sometimes, it also means that they focused on the plot and not the smut. but if you post that fic without the smut—as in same fic and same build up and everything, but the smuts not there, a lot of those same people will simply not give the fic a chance. it’s just funny to me bc yes, a part of it is just horniness, but also i think it’s partly that there is also some conditioning to believe that a “perfect romance” or a “perfect story” of a romance is sealed with intimacy that’s more often than not sexual in order to actually be valid. and yeah. idk. it’s an interesting thing to see from a writers perspective

#me personally i write what i want im at a comfortable place in my writing that #i don’t rly feel i need to add that smut to get engagement #partially bc i think im blessed with readers who are very kind to me and always reiterate that they would read whatever i put out #i have so many anons that tell me they don’t know anything ab genshin but they read my works for the fandom anyway bc i wrote it and i feel #grateful that there will always be an audience i can count on to support my writing #but partially also bc i’m also happy w my writing that if i did post a fic that had not smut and it didn’t rly get attention i wouldn’t feel #disheartened by it bc writing it was meaningful to me #but #ig it’s just an interesting divide to see of like ‘i won’t read it without smut’ vs ‘i will read it with or without for the story !!’

[restinsodaroni]

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#restinsodaroni art #restinsodaroni’s queue #surprise rescue party fic #I’m counting it as surprise rescue party content lol #five nights at freddy’s security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #ruin eclipse #fnaf eclipse #eclipse x y/n #ruin daycare attendant #daycare attendant #daycare attendant x y/n #y/n #officer y/n #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin dlc #security breach ruin #fnaf ruin

[flowercrowngods]

🤍 also on ao3

It’s just past 3am when Steve finally caves and reaches for the phone on his night stand. His fingers are trembling slightly as he dials Eddie’s number — he knows it by heart even though he never called before. Eddie gave it to him a few weeks ago, making him promise that he’d call if he ever needed to talk.

“Any time of day or night, alright, Harrington? Call me whenever.”

And so that’s what he’s doing now, feeling strangely vulnerable about it. There’s no way Eddie’s gonna pick up. He’s gonna wake him. He’s gonna keep him from his sleep, possibly even interrupting one of the few nightmare-less nights he has.

Steve feels guilty the very second the dial tone meets the silence of his room, his chest heavy, eyes closed. Part of him hopes that Eddie won’t pick up the phone, that he’s in deep enough sleep to miss the call, that he’ll come into Family Video tomorrow and smile at Steve like he always does, none the wiser.

But, miraculously, amazingly, unfortunately, Eddie does pick up the phone. Rather immediately, at that.

“Yeah?” He sounds sleepy, and Steve’s heart falls immediately. He can’t get his mouth to work, only holding the phone to his ear, soaking up Eddie’s sleepy voice and trying to replace the guilt, the weakness, the heaviness of another sleepless night. “Hello?”

Steve remains silent. Can’t quite get the words to work. Fucking figures.

“Stevie? It’s you, isn’t it?”

He nods, stupidly, before saying, “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Hey now, what the hell do you have to be sorry for?” There’s shuffling on the other side and Steve imagines that Eddie is sitting up now, settling in to listen to the sob story of the nightmare Steve had without even falling asleep first. He does that sometimes. Doctor Owens has a fancy term for it, but Steve doesn’t want a label for his insanity. Because if there’s a label, that means it’s nothing special — and that’s kinda the only thing he has left.

But he doesn’t tell Eddie anything about that. Maybe one day. If he sticks around. Gods, but Steve hopes he does.

“If you’re sorry for calling me,” Eddie continues, his voice impossibly soft, “you don’t gotta be that. It’s fine. It’s why you have this number, alright? I’m here.” There’s more silence for a moment, but it’s the kind of silence that leaves him room to breathe. Eddie is good at that kind of silence, despite the fact that he talks so much all the time.

Maybe it’s the constant talking that makes the silences all the more significant.

“What do you need, Stevie?” Eddie asks then, and Steve hides under his blanket, the phone pressed to his ear. “I could come over. Or you could come over, I don’t really care either way.”

“No. Don’t wanna move. And…” No company, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Sometimes company and kindness make the bad times worse. They make it more real, and what Steve needs is for everything to be a little less real. Maybe that’s why he’s calling Eddie. There’s no way that boy with his doe eyes and his wide smiles and his gentle voice in the middle of the night is real.

“Alright, I got it.” Eddie breathes deeply on the other end and Steve remembers that that’s a good idea actually, so he follows Eddie’s breath for a while.

“Can we just…” He trails off. Gives up on finding words, cringing at himself, glad that Eddie can’t see him like this.

“Can we what, hm?”

Steve shakes his head and remains silent, knows that his voice will sound anything but strong when he opens his mouth, and every second Eddie doesn’t hear what a mess he is, is important.

“I’m bad at this,” is what he settles on, closing his eyes against the world inside and outside his blanket.

“At what? Sleep? Words?”

Yes, and yes. But it’s not what he means. “Asking for things. I’m not good at that.”

“Hey, neither am I,” Eddie says and it sounds like he’s smiling. Steve imagines it and he hopes, oh he hopes that Eddie is smiling. “Y’know how I told you to call me whenever? That was essentially me just asking for you to call me. To know that… that I’m here.”

“I do,” Steve says quietly, and his body is sort of trembling with the confession. “I do know that.”

“Good,” Eddie breathes. “So what do you need?”

Steve sighs and pretends he’s somewhere else, pretends he’s in a world where asking is easy, where being known comes naturally and not with shaking voice and trembling hands. Pretends Eddie knows him already.

“Can we just… Fall asleep like this? Talking, I mean, though I don’t even know if I have things to say. The silence is more important anyway. You’re good at those, did you know?”

A light chuckle comes from Eddie, and Steve smiles along with it. “I’m good at silences? Me, Eddie Munson? You sure you don’t have the wrong number?”

“Very.” It’s all Steve says, and then it’s Eddie who’s quiet— as if to prove his point.

“Yeah, Stevie,” he says after a beat, his voice making Steve shiver. “We can fall asleep like this. Do you need me to talk to you, or…?”

He considers briefly, but he already knows the answer. He doesn’t need Eddie to talk. Just needs him to be there.

“Nah. Just… Just be there?”

There’s a hum now — the same kind of hum that Eddie always does right before giving him that secret smile of his, when he’s about to touch Steve or give him a new pet name. Sometimes, when the door to Family Video falls shut behind Eddie and Steve is left to deal with his fluttering heart, he likes to believe that this him has been placed into the universe with his name to it.

He wonders if Eddie knows. If the hum tastes like his name, if it makes Eddie’s heart flutter just as much.

“Hey Stevie?” Eddie interrupts their silence after a while and Steve can’t fight the smile on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know that otters hold hands at night so they don’t drift away from each other in their sleep?” He waits for a moment, allowing for a reaction, leaving another silence for him to claim. He does, but only with a smile as he grips the phone tighter, imagining it to be Eddie’s hand. “This sorta feels like that.”

The trembling that hasn’t really stopped is back now, the air heavy with implications and possibilities. Steve swallows.

“You keeping me from drifting away, Munson?”

“I hope so.”

It’s whispered words across the lines, crossing lines and blurring them. It’s taking his breath away, replacing it with something else, something new, something he has only felt when they were alone, but never this intense. He fills his lungs with it.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

More whispers, more greedy lungfuls of this something new.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna hold your hand now?”

A beat, a sigh, a careful breath. It makes Steve think that the air in Eddie’s room is sizzling too, heavy and light at the same time. Maybe it’s just as addictive.

“Only if it’s bad that I’m kinda imagining yours in mine right now.”

Steve shakes his head again and doesn’t feel stupid about it now. “I don’t think that’s bad,” he whispers.

“Good.”

Maybe whispers are their new language. Maybe everything else is too harsh for this fragile thing, maybe the world outside Steve’s blanket isn’t ready to see the smile on his face or hear the rapid beat of his heart. He doesn’t mind.

“Tomorrow. Can I hold your hand tomorrow?”

“What do you mean, Stevie, you’re already holding it.” And there’s that smile again that makes Steve huff out the softest of chuckles, hiding his face in his pillow to ground himself against this heady feeling. “Yeah, you can hold it tomorrow, but only if I can hold yours, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve says, just louder than a whisper, and he waits with bated breath if anyone out there in the universe heard, if their bubble would burst.

But it doesn’t. Eddie only murmurs a sweet, soft, “Can’t wait.” And then there’s only silence because they’re both smiling, hearts racing, hands trembling around the phantom touch of warm fingers. They fall asleep like that soon after.

#steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #oh look dio wrote another story between 3 and 4am :) #but it’s fluff this time!!! real fluff!!! i’m evolving yall #dio words #i can’t even check the word count because i wrote this all in the tumblr app sorry #okay so apparently it’s 1.4k words so let’s all just keep in mind i wrote this in just under an hour at the asscrack of void hours so. yeah

[pizzaqueen]

Cute when you win

Written for the prompt ‘pool’ for @steddiemicrofic

442 words / Rated G or T / established relationship

“Red three, corner right pocket.”

“My right or your right?” Eddie grins across the table at Steve.

A haze of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, lending a dreamlike feeling to the nearly empty bar. It’s late, almost closing time, and Eddie and Steve have been playing pool for hours. Steve rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores Eddie’s remark.

“Corner right pocket,” Steve repeats. The light above the pool table haloes Steve as he leans over, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he lines up his cue and takes the shot, sinking the ball with ease. He straightens, brows raised, spreading his hands. “Told you.”

“You know you don’t have to try to impress me right?” Eddie says, hands wrapped around his cue, smiling fondly. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Steve: I’m already impressed.”

“Who said I’m trying to impress you?” Steve slips the cue behind his back, hip grazing the edge of the table. “Eight ball, left side.” He winks, takes the shot, and wins the game.

Eddie tips his head back with a groan. “Fuck. I don’t know if I think it’s annoying you beat me at four games in a row, or if I think it’s hot.”

“You know what I think?” Steve moves around the table to stand by Eddie.

“No, what do you think?”

“I think you think it’s hot.” Steve leans against the pool table, crossing his arms. “That’s why you let me win twice.”

“Me? I’d never do that just to see that cute little smile you get when you win.”

“Uh-huh.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, I am pretty cute, so… I guess I can let it slide this time.”

“And if you weren’t going to let it slide,” Eddie says, leaning closer, “what would you do?”

The only answer he gets is a grin and a twinkle in Steve’s eyes that makes his heart beat hard. “Hey, wanna play again?”

Eddie shakes his head. “You know what I think?”

Steve’s lips twitch. “No, what do you think?”

“I think we should go home.”

“That”— Steve pushes away from the table —“is my kind of thought.” He takes their cues over to the rack, then gestures with his head. “Giddy up, time’s a-wastin’.”

“So bossy,” Eddie says, but he follows Steve through the bar and into the balmy night air. “Hey, wanna come back again tomorrow night? Shoot some more pool?”

Their hands brush between them as they walk, tantalizing and teasing. “Yeah,” Steve says, “but don’t let me win. I wanna beat you for real.”

Eddie snorts but he says, “Deal,” and, street deserted, takes a chance and holds Steve’s hand.

#steddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #Steve x eddie #pizzaqueenfic #had to change how I format en dashes because wordcounter.net counts any words connected by an em dash as one 😭 #em dashes* #i understand hyphenated words but plenty of style manuals suggest no space when using an em dash for a whatsit oh it doesn’t matter lol #anyway I haven’t written much in ages so I’m really nervous about this #but it was fun! #steddiemicrofic

[lucradiss]

“Oh the age gap was too big I aged one of them up/down so they’re the same age”

YOU HAVE SHOWN YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU ROLL ON YOUR SPINELESS BACK AND EXPOSE YOUR COWARD BELLY IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY! I DONT HAVE A SHIP WITH AN AGE GAP OF LESS THAN A DECADE! GIVE THESE MIDDLE AGED MEN A TWINK AND SOME VIAGRA AND THEYRE READY TO GO!

#hilson #house md #not art #saw #chainshipping #of course none of my ships really include twinks #other than chainshipping #thilbo also has a crazy age gap #thilbo #the only non-age gap I have is aziracrow #but they were born at the beginning of time so idk if that counts #in any case #i’m joking of course #because read and write what you want! #if you want to age characters up or down do so to your heart’s content #but there is SO MUCH that can be done with an age gap #insecurity on both sides #not to mention the fucking omegaverse potential #but yeah #write what you want read what you want #but age gaps can really add some life to a fic

[otaku553]

Naruhodo Legal Consultancy

(Wouldn’t it be fun if susato kept taking cases as naruhodo ryutaro post canon? As a defense lawyer employed by the naruhodo legal consultancy?)

#naruhodou ryuunosuke #naruhodou ryutaro #dai gyakuten saiban #dgs #the great ace attorney #tgaa #does this. count as tgaa spoilers. I mean it’s 2-1 so probably not right #anyways them????? they are the cousins of all time #god I love the ryuunosuke susato dynamic and how ryuu the weirdgirl empire susato being the assistant #together they just make a single weirdgirl assistant and I love that for them #susato as ryutaro gives me?? so much gender envy?? my god #a cap a cape and a gakuran that is like my Ideal Gender #anyways just post canon ideas hehe #I don’t see many people revisiting ryutaro in post canon fics and I think that is a Shame #because I personally would Love to see more of ryutaro #imagine ryuunosuke actually editing family records to include ryutaro so susato has more credibility in court #anyways please bear with me I’m still trying to figure out how to draw them lmao susato’s eyes don’t look quite right

[euphorial-docx]

in every zeppazariel universe, jegulus is bound to happen. also in every zeppazariel universe, james beats the living shit out of mulciber.

#not in best friends brother but i feel like james would’ve if he had the chance so i’m counting it #zeppazariel #fic: crimson rivers #fic: just lovers (like we were supposed to be) #jegulus #regulus black #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus

[lottiecrabie]

choose your own smut adventure. part eight – matty healy

previous. start.

Matty rolls you underneath him, still buried into you. You make a little gasp at the resounding feeling, tightening your legs around him. You’re hyperaware of the world, of him, overstimulated and oversensitive. Just a shift and you’re moaning, rolling your eyes. He smirks at that, kisses your cheek. 

“Can I tie you up?” He whispers in your ear. You shiver, half because of his breath blowing on your overheated skin and half because of the words he speaks. You pant. Images flood your mind; filthy chimeras of you begging for him, kicking your legs, entirely at his mercy. A small, pathetic little moan slips out. 

Matty grinds into your core, giving you some well received arguments. “I just want you to let go,” he adds. Pleasure swoops in your stomach. You’re breathless just from this, every one of his movements blooming inside of you tenfold. He taps your temple next. “You need to stop using that head, darling.” 

“You weren’t complaining about it before,” you breathe out, cheeky. He laughs, shaking his head. Though the more you think of it, the more the idea tempts you. A chance to relinquish that overbearing control you maintain at all times, that tyrannical grip on every aspect of your life. To finally stop thinking and overthinking, to let yourself be swayed by someone else’s whims. You stare up at him. “You’ll stop if I tell you to?”

“Of course,” Matty says, almost offended you’d even vaguely believe otherwise. “Anything you want.” 

“Okay,” you nod. A thrill descends your spine as soon as you say the word. Anticipation comes back up. “Yeah. Yes. I want you to.” 

Matty grins. He pulls out of you; you hiss, missing him now that he’s gone. Your cunt throbs around nothing. You follow his walk across the room, amused, biting back a smile. Rummaging in your closet entirely naked, he finally finds an old silk scarf of yours. He comes back to the bed looking like sex: sweaty, disheveled, smirking, still fucking hard. 

“Hands out, love,” he breathes. 

You do as he asks, joining them at the wrists. Delicately, he wraps the scarf around them, pulls them up to your bed frame, and ties all of them together. Your breathing quickens, both exhilarated and nervous at the loss of control. 

“How’s this? Not too tight?” He asks. You pull on them to check, then shake your head. “Good. Breathe for me, darling,” he whispers next. You inhale deeply, exhaling all of your nerves. He smiles, proud. 

His hands find your tits first, palming them roughly. He pinches and tweaks at your nipples. You groan, arching your back into him, practically asking for more. Your legs part, though he doesn’t listen to your silent plea, instead bending into you and licking at your breasts. You tug on the scarf when he bites it, an uncontrollable jolt from the sudden rush of pleasure. He smirks up at you. Kisses it better. 

“Matty…” You whimper, pouting at him. You raise your hips up, so fucking obvious. 

He grins at that. “What?” He breathes. “D’you want me to touch you?” You nod fervently. A strike of thrill hits you just from the idea, the mere thought that he could, that he will. Matty peppers kisses on the underside of your boob, humming. “Mmh. Thought the point was that I called the shots.” 

“It was just a suggestion,” you answer petulantly. He snorts. “If you don’t want me to think, you’ll have to fuck the brains out of me.” 

“You’re just trying to trick me into doing what you want.” In complete contradiction, Matty lowers a hand to your thighs, finding your clit easily. He rubs at it lazily, barely anything to get you going. Still, you kick your legs in surprise, biting back a swear. “Is this better?” 

“Close.” He speeds up his tight circles. You roll your eyes back, pleasure pumping inside of you. “Fucking hell,” you can’t manage to silence anymore. 

“You’re so greedy,” he whispers, but he says it like a veneration, like a solemn worship. You nod at him, rolling your hips into his hand, getting yourself off. Again, he laughs. “You can’t let go, can you?” 

His free hand presses on your waist, pinning you to the bed. You make a small whine of disagreement. As though to appease you, he dips a finger inside of you, curling just so. You moan for him. “Shame you’ve got your hands all tied up, isn’t it?” He taunts, licking his teeth. His finger slides in and out of you, staying on that head-twistingly slow pace. “We were much better together, weren’t we?” 

You mewl, nodding at him. “Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah, we’re perfect together.” He rewards that statement with a second finger, not even making you work for it. Your hands tingle with the need to bury in his hair, push his head down, roll him to his back. A trained brain muscle wants to feel him, wants to control what happens next. 

Your mind keeps having the instinct to, tugging on the restraints before falling back on the bed empty-handed. It’s sinfully tantalizing, realizing that you can plead and beg and kick, but you can’t puppeteer this situation. There’s an inexplicable rush of arousal. You’re dripping on his fingers. 

“I need you,” you whine, because it’s the only way to get what you want, what you need. “Please, Matty.” 

“How?” Matty asks, although he still quickens his fingers, thumbing at your clit. Your mind wipes. You open your mouth, gasping. Your skin is electrified like you’ve swallowed a livewire. You keep your thighs spread apart, giving him all the room to do whatever he pleases. “Darling, how do you need me?” He repeats. He sounds just as desperate. 

You pant. Everything feels so intense. The depth of your trust, of your care for him. How you would let him do anything to you, how you would like it. 

“Your cock, please,” you whimper. “Need you inside of me again.” 

Matty takes his finger out. Your head rises from the bed in shock, lips wide in silence protest. He cups your cheek, wet slick drying on your skin and you don’t even mind. He shushes you gently, rubbing his thumb on the apple of your cheek familiarly. “‘S okay, baby.” 

He lays over you and you think, finally. This is it. His hips line up with yours, but he doesn’t slide in. Instead, his cock grinds on your wet cunt, running his length on your swollen clit. You bite your lip hard, gripping the bars of your bed frame, trying to hold onto something if it can’t be his unruly mane. 

“Is this what you wanted, love?” He asks with a shit-eating grin. You narrow your eyes at him, daggering him with a stare.

“No.” 

Matty rocks into you some more. You both stare down at his hard cock, pushing through your folds. You make a low moan. Though it’s not what you wanted, it’s still unbelievably hot to see; his leaking tip hitting your clit, rubbing on your lower belly. Pleasure swirls in your brain, waving through your limbs. It’s not enough; you need him inside. 

“No?” Matty teases. “Is that not my cock?” 

You give him a look. “You know what I meant.” 

Matty is childishly ignoring you, giving you a boyish grin as he discards your request. He continues to rub against you, a quick, artless pace. He’s just as gone as you, chasing some languid end. He teases your entrance on purpose. You hold your breath, hopeful, but it’s shortlived when his length grinds on your bud next. 

You try all the quiet pleas you can, tugging and tugging on the scarf, begging mind and body for him. You give him such desperate, pathetic words that he has to slide two wet fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You suck on them, swirling your tongue, hoping being good gets you what you want. 

“How much do you want it?” He moans at you. Pleasure coils in your belly from his fucked-out sounds.

You whine, “Fuck, Matty, I don’t want it, I need it.” 

“Shit,” he swears, a groan coming from the back of the throat. His hips jerk. “You’re lovely. You’re fucking— You’re perfect.” Your cheeks heat up at the compliment. He kisses them, wet and hot. 

Your heart races in your chest, threatening to break out of your ribs, knock against him and beg to be let in. Euphoria razes through you, never quite what you need it to push you over. Your cunt throbs, again and again, empty and begging. You can’t take it anymore. It’s too much; you need him, need him between your palms to make this not so vertiginous, so fucking scary. 

“Matty,” you call. His head tips to look at you. “I want to touch you.” You say it like a fact and he immediately understands. 

Kneeling away, his fingers work at the knots on the bed frame. He frees your wrists quickly, rubbing the skin soothingly. They bury in his hair as soon as they have the chance, dragging him down to your lips so you can kiss him. Matty moans in your mouth, swiping his tongue in. 

“Now,” you whisper against his swollen lips. “I need you now.” You might burst from your skin if you don’t have him. Matty nods in agreement. 

He slips out of the mattress, gripping your thighs and throwing you up in his arms. You make a surprised squeal, holding onto his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his waist. Matty steps away from the bed.

#if i’m still up it counts as One day #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy #the 1975 smut #the 1975 fic #smut #writing #imagine #choose your own smut adventure

[astrobei]

may i offer some byler exes fic in these trying times (it’s a road trip fic but we’re not there yet)

#once again i will be writing a chaptered fic where the chapter count increases w every update. so sorry everyone. #i’ve had this idea since JANUARY #and i literally just had the time to write it #except also after today i’m in acswy ch5 lockdown so i’m abt to put this on pause LOL #but ummmmmmmmmm #simply i have been waiting to write this for months i am so excited #i have the Key Scenes all planned out #some blurbs that have been sitting in my notes app for months #anyways TEEHEE #road trips! and exes! and um. summer 1992! #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #miwip wednesday

[hippolotamus]

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well, what I hope to achieve in 2024 anyway... let's not get too crazy

finish and publish:

praying to god one day you'll be mine - Buddie oneshot(?) 9 y/o Eddie asks his best friend in the world, Evan, on a date with the encouragement of Tia Pepa. After, the Diaz parents shame the hell out of him for it. As an adult Eddie really wants to ask Buck out but has to overcome all of his childhood queer grief to do so. (okay maybe I'm being optimistic about this being a oneshot... god knows I can't shut up when it comes to queer feels and grief)

come close (let me be home) - a Buddie Bridgerton au with Eddie as Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and Buck as Kate Sharma overseeing Maddie finding a new husband.

you're where i wanna go - Buddie historical au that is set mostly in the 1900's with some travels back to 1899, and forward to 1969. Buck and (single, childless, never been married) Eddie meet in 1899 when Buck is traveling after Maddie leaves. They are later separated and Buck marries Lucy (for reasons that have nothing to do with love and everything to do with queerplatonic goodness). Years later Eddie returns with Christopher...

with my heart in my lap - Twylexis historical au. Alexis and Twyla get together in August 1939, just before Canada enters WWII. Alexis leaves for college but returns almost immediately because teachers, students, etc have left the school to join the war. When she comes home Twyla isn't there. Alexis goes traveling around and ultimately lands in New York. While browsing a junk shop she comes across a necklace she gave to Twyla when they got together and begins a search to find her lost love.

And if I’m super lucky/ambitious

the darkest fairytale - Buddie magic au with witch!Eddie and cat familiar!Buck

run to the water (and find me there) - Buddie au. Kid Eddie is saved by merperson!Buck after a wave knocks him under the water. They reconnect when Eddie moves to LA as an adult.

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#apparently i’m in my *separate and reunite them* era #3 fandoms if you count the sprinkle of tumblr words for fellow travelers #*damn* i sure do love parens in titles #writing gods give me strength to finish these wips #fic writing review 2023 #hippo writes #sc fic #buddie fic

[moon-lv3r]

beach date ~ 🍅💯

🦋 category: one-shot

🦋 characters: karma, asano, mentions of asano's father

🦋 summary: a small and fun beach date was suddenly flipped upside down as asano suddenly passed out for seemingly no reason

🦋 warnings: heat stroke? bad parenting from asano's dad

🦋 notes: i accidentally deleted the ask from the requester omg i am so stupid istg... but i remembered their user (i hope) @project-neo thanks for requesting !

it was a request where asano, karma and reader were out at the beach and asano suffered from a heat stroke, due to his shitty father

there's a little part inspired by the manga where asano and his dad talk about suing each other that I decided to include in here bc I thought that it would be funny. I actually don’t remember if that scene was animated or not lol

  The blazing hot sun did you no favour. Every step felt like walking on lava. Karma was behind you, laughing at your struggles, as if his hair wasn’t dripping with sweat this very moment. Asano walked behind the both of you, maintaining a distance he always had, fearing that he would be seen one day. He seemed to be embarrassed by the sight that had welcomed his eyes.

  He was beginning to question why you had to plan a beach day. In such hot weather no less. It was psychotic of you. Asano was beginning to see that he seemed to have a type. He wondered why he even decided to go on this trip, he must have had a screw loose in his brain. 

  The sun had provided extra glare on the sea, the water surface reflecting off the light from the sun. Karma seemed to be well prepared for the day, which was obvious as he was the one who had planned it. You just joined because you had nothing else better to do. Asano joined because of your relentless talk about wanting a triple date. He could only give in to your charms. 

  The summer seemed to be the perfect time to visit the beach. The blazing sun shone the areas around the three of you as you all looked for the perfect spot to lay down beside each other, though Asano would prefer to keep his distance from the two of you, due to his fear of being caught. He had no idea as to why he was even involved with the both of you, it was something that just… happened. But he didn’t stop it either, Asano just chose to let the relationship continue. Whether it was a decision he regretted remains to be seen.

  “Karma!” You shouted, “I found a spot!” Your arms waved enthusiastically, signalling for the boys to come over. Karma looked over and smiled, seemingly satisfied with the spot you had found.

  “Not bad,” Karma replied as he placed his items before helping you to arrange yours neatly on the sandy ground.

 Asano just followed, not wanting to argue as he had a bad headache. Perhaps it was due to him not being able to get enough sleep and thus not at his best. But he still decided to follow them on this date, for some unknown reason. Asano was beginning to think that he had broken his brain at long last, after his constant studying. There was something wrong with him, wasn’t there? 

  The sun continued to bake the ground and the sand they were sitting on, the shade doing little to lower down the temperature, though it was still better than being out in the open. Karma was getting restless, it was not a part of his plan to just sit around and let the sand be blown into their eyes. He wanted fun, his type of fun.

  It was not a date with Karma if everything went smoothly without pranks.   

  “Y/n!” Karma chanted happily, with a wide grin plastered onto his face. You looked at him, confused but on high alert, one can never have their guard down around him. Even Asano had his guard up even though it was not his name that left Karma’s mouth.

  One can never be so sure of their safety.

  “What is it Karma?” You asked, ready to defend yourself. That only egged Karma on more as he inched closer, his hands hiding behind his back. You knew this could never be anything good.

  He was Akabane Karma. 

  “Karma,” Asano began softly as he rested on the sand below him. “Can we have a normal date for once?” Asano seemed to be awfully tired and had his eyes shut despite being underneath the shade you had found. You just assumed that he was tired from studying all night. 

  You nodded in agreement, “Asano is right! We need a break, you know!”

  Karma laughed in response, “Wouldn’t that be such a killjoy?”

  You looked at his arms, tilting your head so that you could see what he was hiding. “A crab! You’re holding a crab!” You decided to guess. It was a wild one with no evidence but it was also the one that had made the most sense to you.

  “Come on!” Karma continued, “We’re out here to have fun, aren’t we?”

  You did not know how to respond to that, because technically, Karma was right. You were all out here to simply have fun. Though you were not interested in Karma’s idea of fun. It seemed more like hell to you.

  “I'd rather die than enjoy the ‘fun’ you have for us,” Asano replied. It was like he had read your mind and said the exact words you wanted to come out of your own mouth.

  Unfortunately, Asano’s words seemed to have little effect on Karma. It seemed as though nothing would have him under control. He was a wild animal it seems. You often wondered just how you got into this mess to begin with…

  Karma still kept his hands out of view, which only solidified your thoughts further. It had to be a crab, there was no other explanation. What else could he take from a beach? Surely Karma would not take a jellyfish right?

  And you would be right to think that it was a crab. Karma suddenly threw it at you, catching you completely off guard. You let out a loud screech before crawling over to Asano. All Asano did was to glance between the both of you, “Do I have to remind you guys your ages?” He said before laying down. His head was hurting badly and he needed that rest. It was just a headache, it will go away, right? 

  “Asano!” You began. “You’re sweating so much even under the shade! The weather really can’t be that hot!” You laughed.

  Asano’s body seemed to be sweating a crazy amount, more than Karma even. Asano merely brushed your comments aside and ignored it, acting like all was normal with him. Though he could feel that there was something wrong. 

  Something wrong with his body

  Karma, however, frowned and sensed that something was slightly… amiss. He squinted his eyes at Asano, who glared back. Karma was examining his dearest rival and lover, only to get a glare back, how kind of Asano. “Are you sure you are alright?” Karma asked.

  Asano could only nod in frustration, “Do you guysss think… I am a small child?” He snapped, his words sounding slightly slurred and dragged on.

  “How else are we supposed to treat you?” You joked, not sensing that there seemed to be something wrong. 

  “I don’t knoww,” Asano replied, his speech still dragged on as his head was hurting him more. “I’m goingggg to get sssomething.”

  Asano tried to stand, but his legs seemed to give up on him. His hands reached for a tree as you stood up and rushed towards him, finally realising that something might just be a little bit wrong. Asano tried to tell you that he would be fine but he could not even stand properly.

  “I- amm finee,” He said. His speech was sounding even more slurred than previously. He could not even speak like a normal person. Something was definitely wrong and you should have realised it sooner,

  The gravity of the situation only fully fell upon you when Asano completely collapsed in your arms, going limp. Karma rushed towards the both of you and touched Asano. The both of you felt his bare skin. It was weirdly hot. Something seemed to be wrong.

  “Heatstroke,” Karma quickly deduced. “I’ll carry him to the male’s, you call an ambulance.”

  You nodded and handed Asano to Karma as quickly as you could. Next, you looked through your bag and took out your phone, dialling for the ambulance. You wondered if you should let Asano’s family know about it. They were a family… but they don’t know about you and Karma, for obvious reasons. You decided to play it safe and not call them. You will let Asano decide if he wants to call them when he wakes up.

  Karma went to splash cool water on Asano using the showers while you called the ambulance. It did not take long for them to arrive and take Asano with them, though only one of you could follow Asano in the ambulance as there was limited space. Karma let you follow Asano while he took public transport. The paramedics assured you that Asano was not in any critical danger and that you guys had Karma to thank for his quick thinking. 

  Karma had always been smart, of course he would realise what was happening and immediately follow up with the solution to ensure that things would go smoothly. That was one of the reasons why you were drawn to him. He was just full of the unexpected and there would never be a second of boredom spent with him around. 

  The drive to the hospital was a mere ten minutes, yet it felt like the ride was longer than you had been alive. Your gaze was stuck on the unconscious Asano, your hands held tightly to his, hoping that he would awake and tell you that this was all just a huge, elaborate prank by him and Karma, though it was unlikely. Asano would never work with Karma for a prank. That wouldn’t be Asano anymore. 

  You followed the paramedics as they rushed Asano into the hospital, into a room, until you were not allowed to follow them anymore. You texted Karma your location, hoping that he would join you soon. Karma took a while to arrive but you were glad that he did. The both of you sat in silence, your lovely beach date ending just like that. You two still had to figure out the reason behind Asano’s heatstroke as well.

  Why was he severely dehydrated? Why was he severely dehydrated? It didn’t seem to make any sense that Asano would just not drink water, there had to be something more behind it. Asano was not the kind that would just risk himself like that. Karma shared the same thoughts as you as well. The both of you decided to approach Asano about the topic in the best way the both of you could, without pushing him away.

  “We should just ask him,” Karma suggested, “Like a casual conversation. Talk about it like its some normal thing.”

  “And how do you even go about that?” You asked, “How do we even phrase it?” 

  Karma paused as he thought about it. His gaze fixed on the wall in front of him as he tried to figure out ways to your dilemma. Asano was still not a very open person despite being with the both of you. It takes a lot, trying to enter his world that he had kept closed to many around him. You were just scared that he would not be truthful. 

  “We can just say ‘why did you faint? What did the doctors say?’,” Karma suggested. 

  You nodded in agreement as the doctors exited and approached the both of you to inform you two that Asano was alright, he just had a heatstroke and that he had been transferred to a room for further observation, but he should be fine to leave in a few hours. The doctors even thanked Karma for his quick thinking, otherwise who knew what might have become of Asano Gakushuu. 

  The both of you thanked the doctors before heading off to find Asano to check up on him. There he laid on the hospital bed, looking the same as ever. His face facing out the window. His eyes glancing at the scenery. 

  “Asano,” You chanted with a huge smile on your face as you slowly approached him.

  “The doctors said I got a heat stroke right?” He asked.

  You paused as your mind scrambled about to find the right words to respond, but Karma managed to beat you to it. 

  “So straightforward!” Karma laughed, “How did it happen to you?” He asked in the most inappropriate, unserious tone you had ever heard from Karma. He had just gone against the plan! 

  Asano sighed as he turned to face the both of you, “You know… my father.”

  Karma laughed once more, you shot him an unimpressed look while Asano looked as annoyed as ever. “A man can’t just cause heat stroke, you know,” Karma replied.

  Asano rolled his eyes, “My father did not allow me to drink anything if I could not pass the papers he made me to! I can’t drink a single glass if I don’t meet his expectations.”

  Oh…

  You did not know how to respond to that. It was not what you were expecting to hear. You knew Asano had problems with his father but you never knew it would be this bad. That man should not be a father.

  “Sounds like a good lawsuit, child negligence. Don’t you think so?” Karma responded, saying the last thing you expected to hear in a situation like the one you were in right now.

  You stared at him with the most judgmental face you could show while Asano actually seemed amused by what Karma had said. 

  “Now that,” Asano replied. “Is a good idea, I wonder how much I can make from this.”

  You frowned at the both of them, absolutely bewildered at what had just happened, at what you had just heard. It was more than crazy. Have they gone insane?

  “Y/n,” said Asano, “You seem scared.”

  “Yeah,” You replied, “At how crazy the both of you are.”

  Asano and Karma laughed like it was just a silly joke. You just kept your judgemental face and looked at them. Why were you even involved with them was anyone’s guess.

  The hours ticked by and soon, Asano was allowed to return to his home. He was already getting tired of the hospital bed and the food was not suitable to his taste, he had asked you to grab some food for him. He was lucky that he only stayed a few hours, you had thought about making him and Karma stay longer due to how crazy they have been.

  You and Karma had to ensure that Asano made it home safely, not that you were complaining. It was the funniest and weirdest date you have ever been on with those two. After telling Asano to drink more water, and Karma telling him to drink from the toilet if he had to, the both of you made your way home.

  Things with the both of them can just be so crazy sometimes.

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma #asano gakushuu #gakushuu asano #polyamarous #assclass #karma x reader #asano x reader #karma x asano x reader #beach date #heat stroke #this was lowkey fun to write even though i’m not a shipper #i’ve never really seriously wrote a poly #the first karma asano one does not really count since it’s not really a fic #gender neutral reader

[lamentfulwarbler]

Losing my shit at this passage from The Untold Origins of the Detective Agency-

#Kunikida just did Not have to say that #imagine telling your coworker that you think your boss’s glare could kill multiple kids- like bro- #i’m sobbing #need more people to include Kunikida casually just saying mildly unhinged shit without batting an eyelid in their fics- #THE EMPHASIS ON THE INSTANTLY TOO?? #FUKUZAWA FIGHT BACK #or don’t i guess- this was technically said in admiration #like. the next line (not in the image) is like ‘and that’s why hes the president’ so like. at least it wasn’t negative #i’m sorry but the bluntness of it just took me out #fuckin love this series #liveblogging #(does this count as liveblogging? idk) #bsd #bsd light novel #the untold origins of the detective agency #bsd kunikida #bsd tanizaki #alt text included in image. pls tell me if it doesn’t work #or if its like. done badly-

[literallyjusttoa]

The urge to fill the ToA tag of Ao3 with fics sharing similar tropes and characterization as the HoO fics I read in 2016 on fanfiction.net grows stronger every day.

#we have so much good ToA fic I think it’s time for some absolutely trashy ToA fic to balance it out #I’m talking miscommunication for no reason #time travel for no reason #cheating??? for no reason?? #authors who completely hate one character so they bash them the whole fic #characters watching other characters memories and everyone crying about it #(I’m pretty sure there is a ToA fic of that but it’s actually good so it doesn’t count( #CONFRONTATION SCENES WHERE THE SAD CHARACTER GETS TO BE LIKE “now you know what my life is really like #and everyone else goes “we’re so sorry … we had no idea you suffered this much… we’re horrible friends…” #can you tell Leo was my favorite character before Apollo #trials of apollo #sunny speaks #heroes of Olympus

[carminecarnivale]

^ Tango’s video

WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS

YOU GET HOMOEROTIC ON A RANCH *ONE TIME* AND SUDDENLY ITS RAINBOW HEARTS EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!

#empires smp #team rancher #rancher duo #tangotek #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #what the fuck #I’m going to have a conniption #‘you’ll always be my soulmate. my rancher’ #FUCK #i guess all those fics are canon now #hermitshipping #does it count if they do it themselves

[xjustakay]

baby, all i wanna do is coast (with you).

chapter 7 update; sad boy hours + the plot thickens (happy coast friday for the first time in a hot minute though lmao)

#jegulus #wolfstar #the black brothers #jegulus fanfic #wolfstar fanfic #hey so uh this chapter is OVER 20K WORDS #i’m gonna go lay in traffic #not even bc of the word count but bc of everything i’m feeling after this chapter #anyway *jazz hands* coast friday!!!! #kay’s writing #fic: baby all i wanna do is coast (with you).