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Fandoms include: jjk, bnha, haikyuu, aot, marvel, tvd

GOJO SATORU

Intrinsic Warmth — thatdesklamp (ao3)

Summary: “So stay with me. Forever.”

You make a weak stab at a joke. “For Infinity, you mean?”

“Yeah.” Satoru turns to look at you and your heart jumps at the clear expression on his face. There’s not a hint of humour: for once, he’s fully and completely serious. “For the rest of my life, and for all the lives after.”

You meet Satoru on 7th September, 1996.

Some time later, you realise you love him.

Notes: HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!?!?!??! THE ANGST?!?!? THE PINING?!?!?!? I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!!!!!! THE AUTHOR WASN'T FUCKING AROUND WHEN SHE WROTE THIS!!!

gods, monsters, monkeys — yuzudrops (ao3)

Summary: A grossly under-qualified graduate of Jujutsu High is hired to teach a class of Special Grades. They learn there is more to strength than power. It doesn't end well.

Notes: chefs kisses, literally one of THE best gojo fics out there

Keep a Place For Me — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else.

And the one person who bore witness to it all.

Notes: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET, YOU ARE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT

take me down (to the depths of your depravity) — Innka (ao3)

Summary: The story starts with you standing in the pouring rain. All you remember are your orders.

Gojo Satoru. Look for the white hair and the baby blues.

"This will be easy," they said. "White hair and baby blues, eyes like the sky. Pull him in, fatten him up and send him to the devil. In and out, one and done."

"You can do this with your eyes closed," they said.

"This will be easy," they said.

They were wrong.

Notes: Read trigger warnings first

watermelon sugar why — Innka (ao3)

Summary: You had marched into his office, looking like your life was in his hands. You held out an excursion request. For a beach trip, of all things. By the time Gojo finished reading it, he had wanted to do exactly three things: sign the paper, laugh in your face, and bend you over on his desk to fuck you until you were screaming his name.

Not necessarily in that order.

Notes: this is a one shot but i live for pining satoru so

all that is solid melts into air — GrilledTandooriSmoke (ao3)

Summary: Curse user.

The words weigh heavy like lead on your tongue. Something that needs to be swished around before it's spat back out like the black gunk it is. Evil and vile jujutsu sorcerers who would dare turn on humanity in the never-ending war against curses.

And it just so happens you come from a family of them.

Alternatively: political machinations have you attending Jujutsu Tech at the same time as Gojo Satoru.

Notes: in love with this

among dawn flowers (the face of god) — unolvrs (ao3)

Summary: Your grandmother calls the young master of the Gojō Clan a boy-god, and you, his destined bride who will further the cause of the All-Seeing Eyes.

—or, you are raised to be Satoru’s bride and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. (Everything is.)

Notes: i love angst

the witches' brew — orphan_account (ao3)

Summary: You are the co-owner of a small café in a small, eccentric district in Tokyo that is notorious for bizarre murders and supernatural occurrences.

You think you’ve seen it all, but it turns out that nothing comes close to the man wearing a bad Kakashi cosplay who terrorizes you with his increasingly complicated and awful drink orders.

Notes: im devastated i didn't get to see who actually wrote this

5 + 1 — script_nef (orphan_account) (ao3)

Summary: 5 times Gojou had a date with you and 1 time you realised it was a date.

Alt title: Watch Gojou be really obvious about his crush but it goes completely over your head every time. Well, nearly every time.

Notes: kicked my feet a couple times while reading this

Ripverse — seoafin (ao3)

Summary: “You don't need to worry about anything like dying. I won't let anything happen to you," he says quietly, and it sounds like a promise.

You wait for the punchline. The part where he laughs it off as a joke, and then tells you to snap yourself out of it in a way you would’ve expected from him in the past. But he’s dead serious.

Notes: This is a series of one shots in the same univ with the same character, i just used the summary for the very first part

FUSHIGURO TOJI

(and your love is) standing next to me — shidouryusei (ao3)

Summary: “I wanna meet your son.”

You regret what you’ve said the second the words leave your lips.

“Why the hell do you wanna meet my kid?”

Notes: holy hell is this one of the best toji fics out there

BAKUGO KATSUKI

what heroes do — sugiwa (ao3)

Summary: Shouto didn't know much about his twin sister. She was an Edgeshot fan, had a raging collection of manga, and liked Natsuo the best.

She also wasn't supposed to be at U.A., but he sure as hell wasn't telling their father about it.

Notes: i am not kidding when i say that even tho this thing has almost 600k words (it's a monster!!), i have reread this so many times it's not even funny anymore

MIYA ATSUMU

WHITE NOISE — 1keshi (ao3)

Summary: you’ve always loved atsumu— that was the problem.

(alternatively, you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do?)

Notes: lovelovelove

You Found Me — Amy_Stark117 (ao3)

Summary: Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way.

You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class.

Life is really funny like that, isn't it?

Notes: 10/10

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

premonition of love — peacchy (ao3)

Summary: A day after the freak quick duo sneaks into Shiratorizawa campus grounds, Ushijima gets summoned by his school’s student disciplinary committee.

Rule breached?

Assisted Trespassing.

While he steps out of the office with more than just a case under his name, you (unknowingly) step into the affluent stratum of Miyagi’s controlled elite.

In a world of either-or’s, you’re caught in between.

And possibly something more.

Notes: yall listen before this, i was NOT an ushijima girlie. now, i am ;)) this ff also has a love triangle in it (ushijima x reader x sakusa) with alternative endings (though it's not completed yet)

Shoot the Ball — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: As captain of the dying Shiratorizawa Kyudo Club, you're sick and tired of the biased favoritism that goes to the showier sports. Especially the worst of them all—the boy's volleyball team.

You're determined to show the entire school how great archery is, get the funding your club deserves, and by the end of it all, make the entire school a fan of your archery.

You just didn't know you already had a fan from the start.

And he may or may not be captain of the one team on campus you have a personal vendetta against.

Notes: i love alkhale so much

LEVI ACKERMAN

1,000 Steps — BaddieCurlsXo (ao3)

Summary: You're being torn away to another world every new moon, unable to connect the dots or find any real meaning in your travels. That is, until one night you stumble upon a man with grey eyes and a green cape, who asks you, rather suspiciously, "what are you doing outside the walls?"

Notes: lovette

Death's Door — SongsOfApollo (ao3)

Summary: You spent years of your life under the guidance of Dr. Helfen, the greatest physician inside Wall Sina. Now a physician yourself, you work alongside him with pride: stitching up wounds, nursing the sick, and helping to save the lives of many. But after the Battle of Trost, rapid changes begin to take place, starting with an inquiry from none other than Commander Erwin Smith and Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

You have heard many tales from surviving Survey Corps soldiers on what it’s like on the outside: to face a Titan, to feel overwhelming dread, to watch your fellow man perish in such an insulting, gruesome way. You’ve witnessed the effects of Titans on the people you’ve doctored. Now you are to experience the horror firsthand.

You are to join the Scout Regiment as their field surgeon, and you will do so under the direct command of Captain Levi.

Notes: one of my fav fics of levi

BUCKY BARNES

Vacant Mirrors — pilotisms (ao3)

Summary: Dr. Hart shares an office with Dr. Raynor.

You share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.

Notes: felt like crying even tho the ending wasn't angsty

Safe with me — bitsandbobsandstuff (ao3)

Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Notes: Holy freaking heck was this beautiful. The plot? Chefs kisses. The writing? Chefs kisses. Reader's personality? Chefs kisses. The romance between reader and bucky? CHEFS FUCKING KISSESSSSS.

In The Shadow Of Your Wings — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Margaret Stark is five years old when the Winter Soldier comes for her and her parents. But she survives the attack and is returned to her brother, though she's left broken and traumatised. She grows with a promise she made to herself on the night of the car crash. A mission.

This is the story of Maggie forging herself into her own hero, into something that no one expects: The Wyvern.

Notes: if you're a delulu marvel stan and haven't read anything by emmagnetised yet, are you even a delulu marvel stan?? p.s there is also an alternative for this story, go check it out on the author's acc on ao3 if you're interested!

STEVE ROGERS

The Siren — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Austrian-born Alice Moser is new to Brooklyn when she meets and befriends a small blonde kid called Steve Rogers. Years later tragedy puts an ocean between them. When they meet again everything is different - Steve is about to go to war, and Alice is going to make the SSR an offer they can't refuse: her services as an undercover agent within the very heart of Nazi Germany.

The path is already written. The whole world knows the stories of Captain America and the Siren. Or do they?

Notes: ISTG IF U DON'T GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE RN

LOKI

A Twist of Marvel — GeneralofLoki (wattpad)

Summary: Naomi Swanson is fresh out of college, working as an assistant in a small paper supply company and inhaling coffee by the gallons. When an accident knocked her out, Naomi woke up in a world she had only seen through screens.

Armed only with her phone and a questionable data plan, Naomi attempts not to be killed as she comes face-to-face with the Avengers, and so much more.

Notes: do not and i repeat do NOT underestimate this just because it's a wattpad story ;)) it's literally the best girl goes to alternative dimension story in the mcu universe out there!!

KLAUS MIKAELSON

descent — tothelakes (wattpad)

Summary (since the summary on this one is a little long I'll be giving a brief description instead): Rory, the twin sister of Elena, unknowingly dates Klaus, the terrifying hybrid determined to sacrifice her sister. When the Mystic Falls events start, cue the beginning of their tumultuous journey as secrets are revealed and feelings come to light.

Notes: this is probably the best klaus fic to ever grace the world of fanfictions.

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plotsignificanthaircut555 · 19 days

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Help to Sleep

Kakashi Hatake x Reader, SMUT. MDNI 18+ only. Ao3

6.8k words, kind of a shorter one but im trying to be more concise. also this one won the poll but the Higuruma fic and the Jiraiya fic will also be posted soon! thanks to everyone who voted and I hope you enjoy. tags: thigh fucking, biting, a lot of talking about smell, kakashi is tired and desperate and loves you so much.

When you met Kakashi he wasn’t a sound sleeper. He would get up periodically throughout the night and excuse himself from bed to sit in the living room reading or cleaning, trying to lull himself back to sleep through monotony. As years removed him from the prescient danger of working in the anbu and moved him to a technically safer position of teaching, he found himself able to sleep feeling safer, sleeping harder, dreaming more, unafraid of being caught unprepared. He could still rouse himself at the slightest shift or change in your shared home, but these days, you would find him sleeping so peacefully, so still, that you felt compelled to check under his exposed nose to see if he was still breathing. He always was. He would often then be awoken by your approach and take your trembling hand in his and press a soft kiss to the heel of your palm, touched by your concern for him. Sleeping next to him was like sleeping next to a large, warm dog, slobber included. As selfish as it was, sometimes you wished he would keep his mask on during sleep, just to have another barrier between you and his drool. His bare, strapping arms would wrap around your shoulders, holding you tight to his warm, broad chest and not release you until he had woken the next morning, pulling you with him in every readjustment and every toss and turn. You would never admit this to him, but he had recently begun to snore, a soft, rattling breath inhaled and exhaled in little huffs. You knew he would take it as an example of his rigorous assassin’s training slipping away from him as age and direction had led him down another path, so for now it was a secret only for you. And you were honored to know something about him so intimate, so private, something he, himself, didn’t know.

You had never known bliss like being held in his arms, pressed right up against his naked torso. Kakashi never slept with a shirt on, citing his own body heat became overwhelming for him if he did. Once you two had gotten more comfortable as a couple, sharing beds over and over, he began sleeping with nothing on period, encouraging you to do the same, again blaming his body heat. You were happy to oblige, slipping between the sheets with him completely bare, his hands glued themselves to your soft, exposed skin. They were rough, his gloves did their best to protect the thin skin of his hands from callusing and blistering, but they could only do so much. His long fingers were textured and bubbled in places, the palms themselves bearing small nicked scars from the wayward kunai or shuriken, but they felt like butter on your body, sliding so smoothly down your side, from rib cage to hip. Tonight was one of these nights, where his hands grabbed you freely, squeezing every curve of flesh he could reach, his lips ghosting over the back of your neck.

“So beautiful…”, he would whisper before sliding his tongue up the outside of your ear.

By this point you could feel him becoming harder against your ass, you pressed your hips against his, rocking slightly to stimulate his growing erection. Kakashi was a grower, starting contained and unimposing but expanding and lengthening into a wondrous, full staff that never left you unsatisfied. His hands would get hotter, press harder, squeeze tighter, as you pulled this transformation from him, bruising the outer part of your arm, your hip, your breast, wherever he was using for leverage to rut his cock against you. You raised your arm to cup the back of his neck, wanting to have as many points of contact as possible with him. He continued kissing your neck, up to your ear and down to your shoulder.

You wanted to be concerned about how late it was, he had gotten home only thirty minutes ago, after being away for four days. You knew he must be exhausted, you saw the fresh healing bruises on his arms and torso when he disrobed earlier. You wanted to help him relax however you could, allow him to turn off his busy genius’ brain for a while and just feel good. You lifted your top leg slightly, his now engorged cock slipped against your other thigh, and closed your legs again, encasing him between your legs. Kakashi shuddered a groan out against your neck, burying his head further into the juncture between your throat and shoulder.

“Thank you.” he mumbled, so grateful to be understood so wordlessly by you.

He hadn't even had to ask but you had read his mind. He wanted the mindless, thoughtless expressions of intimacy that he had only ever known with you. Acts so primal that they held no space for thought or distraction. It gave him a break from how loud his mind usually was, his hips moved on their own to slide against your dampening pussy. Your slick was coating your outer lips and inner thighs, giving him a perfectly lubricated gap to fuck himself into. You loved him like this, so mindlessly desperate for you. You may be the only person in the world to have ever seen him like this. You blushed at the thought. He whimpered and grunted against you, moving his hips faster between your thighs. You felt every inch of his shaft sliding against your slit, his fingers clenching the flesh of your hip; clean, trimmed fingernails leaving crescent shaped impressions in the skin.

“Baby please…can I? Please, love?” His voice was husky and rough, his lips dampening the skin of your neck.

His nose was filled with your smell, your hair was in his face, your legs were so tight and wet around him, he needed to cum so badly. His every thought was about you, how good you were to him. How lucky he was to find someone like you. How much he loved you. He was becoming drunk on the feel of you, the smell of your perfume, your shampoo. He could smell himself on you, his laundry soap, the earthy soap in your shared shower. Feeling you nod finally, Kakashi bit into your pulse point, his long canine teeth burying themselves into your flesh. You gasped at the sensation, your back arching pressing your ass back to meet his thrusts. His movements were becoming frantic and jerky, his building orgasm turning his brain to mush. The build erupted on itself, his teeth bearing down on your neck even harder, long white ropes of cum spurted from his cock, coating your legs and the sheets in front of you. He had been so pent up, it seemed that he would never stop spilling out. A pool of his cum gathered in front of you, you fought down the sense of jealousy, longing to have his cum buried deep inside of you rather than spilled on top of and beside you. But you’d have your chance soon, he needed this. And you were happy to be what he needed.

Kakashi stilled his hips, releasing his clamp on your neck and he licked the raw spot, already starting to bruise. He should feel apologetic, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but pride, the way you panted in his arms, supporting his shivering body. You had been so good for him, so generous with your body, your time, your love. He loved you so much, his heart stirred in his chest as he struggled to catch his breath behind you.

“I love you.” You sighed, gripping his arms as they wrapped around you, pawing at your breasts.

“I love you, too.” He brings his face around to where you can turn back to reach and kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue against yours, reveling in the feeling of your mouth so hot and wet for him.

Taking his time to kiss you, relaxing after his efforts, Kakashi finally roused himself to change the bed sheets and you cleaned your legs up in the bathroom. By the time you returned to the bedroom he was covering the bed in the comforter once more, tucking it in the sides and pulling it back so you could get in. He slid in next to you, still naked, the new sheets cool against his flushed skin. You laid on your back, Kakashi opting to lay his head in your chest and wrap his hands around your waist. Every once in a while he would press wet, open mouthed kisses to the outer flesh of your breasts, or the space in between. His mind (and balls) finally empty, he could feel sleep descending quickly as it always did when he was with you. Your hands moving through his silver hair were a tactile lullaby, pulling him deeper and deeper into his dream. You started to nod off above him as well, his heart beat syncing to yours. Tomorrow morning there would be work and reports and lessons and reassignments, but tonight there was just the two of you.

#kakashi smut #kakshi hatake #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto smut #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #thighs #outercourse #bedroom

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lemony-snickers · 1 year

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happy belated smuttiversary to me, i guess! (and apologies to the rest of you for subjecting you to my nonsense for 730+ days.) i posted my first-ever smut fic i missed you on 3/16/2021 and now here is this for some reason.

Title: Love. Honor. Duty. Summary: When your parents throw a party to welcome a potential suitor, Kakashi must walk the fine line between his honor as a samurai, his duty as your guard, and his love for you. Word Count: 7,810 Warnings: 18+ only, (eventual) NSFW, gn!reader, references to Sakumo's suicide, blood and injury, fellatio. historical/royalty/samurai au. honestly might not actually be e-rated, leaning more m, but you get the idea. no beta (or proofreading) we die like my dignity. .

A migraine throbbed behind Kakashi’s eyes as he stood guard outside your chambers.

That today would be difficult had always been a given, though Kakashi had perhaps underestimated precisely how difficult it would be.

The great house buzzed with activity, everyone zipping this way and that as they finished a slew of last-minute preparations to ensure the impending formal gathering would be perfect. Receiving dignitaries was always stressful, but receiving them as potential suitors intent on wooing the only child of one of the most powerful Shogun in Fire Country? Far more so.

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#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #gn!reader #kakashi smut #kakashi x you smut #kakashi x reader smut #royalty au #samurai au #historical au #historical inaccuracies #dni if you are a historian you will abhor this #lemony smutters

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obitohno · 2 years

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primeval | 01

satoru gojo x reader

synopsis ⤸

you have never believed in fairy-tales. besides, werewolves don’t actually exist… right?

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themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, dark fic, werewolf! gojo, human! reader, slow burn, soulmates, omegaverse, werewolves, mating bond, smut, masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjobs, anal, breeding, creampies, ruts, heats, action, angst, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood

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4.5k (semi-edited, lowercase intended)

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this fic was originally posted onto my ao3 as a kakashi/sakura story, but it’s been well over a year since i last updated it, so now that i’m back into my writing, i wanted to change it to a reader fic. i’ve spent hours changing the names/pronouns, but i’m v tired, so if i’ve missed any, pls let me know. i used to read n write a lot of werewolf fics back in my wattpad days, so this story always makes me feel nostalgic ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

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it’s the middle of summer and the first scent you inhale upon entering shirakawa is one of freshly cut grass mixed in with the heat in the air. it’s almost stifling in the back of the car, cramped between two large suitcases, despite all four windows being rolled down. up front, your father hums along to a song on the radio, fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he guides the vehicle towards your new home.

you scowl down at your feet, clad in a pair of weather-appropriate sandals, toenails freshly painted just the night before.

the move—despite you understanding its importance—isn’t at all what you’d expected when your father had sat you down and spilled the news just six months before. you understand that your father’s job is important to him, and being promoted to head surgeon in one of the country’s top hospitals is an achievement that you can definitely appreciate. however, his success means changes. moving six hours away from your childhood hometown is the one that upsets you the most, you think. your friends, family, all left behind. not to mention that you now have to complete your final year of studies in a place that you’ve never even heard of.

but whilst your father is the one whom has remained optimistic throughout your moving journey, despite being shut in a small car for over six hours, your mother seems to share her daughter’s doubts about moving towns. you had listened their arguments during the weeks that followed your father’s promotion, but eventually, his wife had caved and eventually agreed to the move. but that doesn’t mean your mother is as enthusiastic about the move as her husband is, you conclude, glancing up to see her glaring out of the window.

shirakawa is much smaller than you had expected. surrounded by woods that appear to expand for miles upon miles, the town is enclosed in the middle, almost hidden out of view. if it weren’t for the sat-nav, you are sure that the entrance would’ve been easily missed, the signpost having been barely visible through an overgrown bush. a few people curiously peer at the car as it rattles its way down the street, the rear end strained under the weight of the remainder of the luggage that your father had rammed into the boot earlier that morning.

it’s a little after three pm when your little family car finally pulls into its new home in an unfamiliar driveway.

the house itself looks larger than your previous home, you note as you scramble out of the vehicle when your father finally moves the suitcases out of your way. a waft of thick heat smacks you straight in the face and you grimace, stretching your aching legs. even clad in just a pair of denim shorts and a cropped tank top, the warmth clings to your skin in a way that makes you feel sticky and grimy at the same time. a trickle of sweat rolls down the curve of your cheek and you huff, swiping it away with the back of your hand.

helping your parents lug their belongings into the house is easy enough. most of the furniture had been shipped over just a week ago, already placed into their respective rooms. your bedroom is located at the back of the house, the window facing out towards the large garden. it appears that your new home is situated at the edge of the town—just a small fence separating the garden from the onslaught of forestation that surrounds the building. it’s almost an eery sight, you think as you step out into the garden after hauling your suitcase into your room.

the trees provide a form of shading as the garden is slightly cooler, much to your relief. leaning against the wall, you close your eyes, basking in the cooler air that shadows provide. you exhale, head tilting at the sound of the back door opening. your father throws a heavy arm over your shoulder, ignoring your soft grunt of surprise.

‘what do you think?’

your eyes peel open to regard the happy grin on his face. the hope is evident in those glistening eyes of his, and you would have to be blind to not see his unconcealed excitement. it crushes all protests that sit on the tip of your tongue, and you swallow, head turning to look out to the bottom of the garden. gaze fixated to a young maple tree, you shrug, arms crossed over your chest.

‘it’s nice,’ is your honest reply. you are yet to come around to his idea of moving homes, but you can appreciate the scenery. even under the shade of a large berry tree, the sun gleams down upon the garden, and the scent of grass is almost potent in the air. you deem yourself lucky to have missed out on the pollen allergy that seems to run in the family, your father’s head ducking as he suppresses a sneeze into the crook of his elbow. but despite his now reddened nose, his grin widens and you force one of your own.

he squeezes your shoulder before removing his arm, seemingly suffering due to the heat. it’s late-afternoon, yet the sun is still high up in the sky. both you and your father are bewildered, and he voices his distaste.

‘your mother and i are going for a walk into town,’ he wipes a trickle of sweat from his brow, ‘we need to get food—and we also need to invest in a couple of electronic fans. you want to come with?’

you reluctantly agree. you’re still exhausted from the car journey, and the heat definitely isn’t helping with your mood. however, you know that it’s way too warm to take a nap, and if even if you could, it’s already almost evening. deciding that you’d wait a few more hours to sleep, you think that it’s best to learn the map of the town for yourself, and you explain this to your father, who agrees.

‘there’s still a couple of months until you start class,’ he reminds you. you hide your scowl, kicking at a raised mound in the mud. ‘but it’s best you learn the neighbourhood in the meantime. maybe you can make some new friends before you start?’

‘maybe,’ you repeat, not bothering to voice your doubts.

‘c’mon, we better make a move if we want to make it back before dark.’ your father straightens, already turning towards the back door. but just as he’s tugging it open, there’s a rustling that comes from the bottom of the garden that freezes you both.

you stare at the trees as if awaiting someone to pop out, heart thumping its way down your eardrums. there’s a sudden gust of wind that spikes through the warm air, blowing your hair back from your face, and you grimaces as it cools the thin sheet of sweat that has collected on the back of your neck. your father chuckles, breaking the silence, ‘it’s probably just an animal. we do live near the woods.’

he enters the house, but you remain rooted to your spot by the wall. you can’t put your finger on it, but something tells you that your father is wrong, eyes straining as you peer into the threads of birch trees that spread out far past where you can see. the wind passes and you’re enveloped in silence, dazed as you stare out into the thickened tree-line. the longer that you stand there, the more you feel urged to close the gap between yourself and the fencing, but just as you take a step forward, the spell is broken by the sound of your mother calling your name.

blinking, you frown down at your feet. sighing, you run a hand through your sweat-stained hair before making your way back inside the house, kicking the door shut behind you and meeting your mother in the kitchen. ‘i’m just going to get changed and then i’ll be ready,’ she tells you. following her up the stairs, you state that you’ll do the same, deciding to shower once you return from the walk.

you change into a dress this time, your skin immediately thankful for the lighter fabric, less suffocated as you shove your suitcase to the corner of your room. you’ll unpack tomorrow, you promise to yourself. you’re just expelling a spritz of deodorant when something moves in the garden, catching your attention, and you turn, just in time to see a shadow moving through the trees, barely visible among the trees. heart in your throat, you call for your father, who enters the room just as the shadow disappears from view, merging between the birch trees.

‘what’s wrong?’ he frowns, following your finger as she points. ‘i told you, it’s probably just an animal.’ he ruffles your hair, but you aren’t paying enough attention to scold him for messing your hair. he places a hand on your shoulder, ‘listen. you’re tired, we all are. your mind is probably just playing tricks on you. there’s going to be all sorts of creatures hiding out there. i’ve heard there’s even wolves.’

you disagree. whatever that shadow was, you know that it wasn’t just a trick of the eye. something had been stood right there in the garden, just a few yards from your home. but you do doubt that it’s a wolf, something you have no qualms of arguing with your father about.

‘it could be, you never know,’ he laughs, poking at your ribs before leading the way down the stairs.

‘it wasn’t a wolf,’ you argue. ‘and if it was, why aren’t you more concerned? they could be dangerous.’

he laughs again, grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter. your mother raises an eyebrow at your bickering but doesn’t join in as she slings her purse over her shoulder, husband and daughter following her out of the house. your father loiters as his wife locks the door, before you begin the walk into town. ‘if there are wolves nearby, they’re probably domesticated to some degree. i doubt they’d do actual harm to people.’

you can’t help but gawk at your father, incredulous, ‘they’re wild animals—of course they’d harm people!’

his smile is unwavering, ‘i bet you a twenty you see a wolf by the end of the month and it won’t harm you.’

at this, your mother slaps his shoulder, ‘don’t say things like that!’

‘what? it could—’

‘i don’t want her frolicking with wolves,’ she glares.

your father rubs at the sore spot on his shoulder, grumbling something about the women in the family being superstitious. your mother argues that being cautious about wild animals isn’t a superstition, and you trail behind your parents, barely listening to their bickering. the conversation continues all the way until you reach the middle of the town. by now, you’ve received a few too many curious glances than you are comfortable with, ensuring that you’re never more than half a step behind your parents as the three of you weave your way down the street.

it’s when you’re exiting an electronics store, your father insisting on carrying the fans home rather than having them delivered—despite the cashier’s wasted protests—that you inhale the scent of freshly cut grass once more. this time, the scent is much thicker, and you fight back the urge to gag, barely forcing down a sneeze that threatens to escape. frowning, you interrupt your parents’ conversation to ask, ‘do you have any of dad’s anti-histamines?’

fishing into her purse as you walk, your mother’s brows furrow as she presses a tablet, along with a water bottle, into your outstretched hands. ‘you feeling alright?’ even your father is frowning, hoisting the bag up onto his shoulder.

‘no’ you look at her pointedly, quickly swallowing down the tablet before dropping the water bottle into her purse. you sniff, eyes watering slightly, ‘can’t you smell that?’

‘smell what?’ your mother questions, but she’s not really paying attention, already walking into another building—a butcher’s, you notice. nose crinkling, you decide to wait outside, stomach already churning at the sight of the bloodied pig’s carcass hanging up in the front window. your parents enter the small shop, leaving you to lean against the wall as you wait. the urge to sneeze returns, stronger this time, just as the scent suddenly hits you full force.

this time, you aren’t able to suppress the sneeze that tickles its way out of your nose, only just ducking your head in time to avoid contaminating a passing woman pushing a pram in front of her. sniffing loudly, you swipe the tears free from the corner of your eyes, groaning as your head tilts upwards. pinching the bridge of your nose to halt the threat of another sneeze, your efforts are wasted, and soon, you’re sneezing not once, but three times, one after the other. groaning, you press your thumb against the ache that’s forming between your brows. the heat seems to have increased by a tenfold, but there’s nothing you can do about it, exhaling with relief at the sight of your mother rushing out of the shop, towards you.

she shouts your name, and you blink through heavily lidded eyes, watching as she scrambles to rip a packet of tissues from her handbag, shoving one under your nose. ‘w-what are you-?’

‘you’re bleeding!’ she frets, leaning closer to assess your nose. ‘what did you do?’

‘i just sneezed,’ you bite out at the accusation, taking over your mother’s ministrations, all but shoving the tissue up your nostrils. ‘i think it’s the temperature,’ your voice sounds nasally, even to your own ears, and you don’t miss the wince that flits across your father’s face as he inspects your face.

‘we should go home,’ he comments, ‘you don’t look so well.’

wiping at your nose, you ask that he checks that your face is now clean of any blood. ‘i feel fine. it’s just the warmth.’ discarding the soiled tissues into a nearby bin, you massage an index finger to your temple, the ache suddenly searing, white hot pain flashing behind your eyelids. looking up, your gaze meets with a pair of light blue eyes that bore right through yours. however, before you can think about how damn pretty they are, the scent of freshly cut grass invades your nostrils once more, so strong that you can’t help but whimper, sweat gathering upon your brow. the same uneasy feeling that you had felt in the garden has returned and your vision swims. someone calls out your name, but before you can look, your sight is blackened to nothing.

๑

he hadn’t expected a female human to enter his territory. much less two of them.

the male, he’d been aware of. geto had mentioned something about a transfer at the hospital a few weeks ago, the best shirakawa can get. suguru may have told him about the male’s familial situation, but if gojo is to be completely honest, he hadn’t really been paying attention to the conversation.

it’s not as if humans don’t already reside in the town—most that live there are descendants of the founding families of shirakawa. and whilst the wilds are allowed to walk the streets as if they were their own, it is the woods where they thrive. for centuries, those whom want to live docile lives such as the humans do, are permitted to do so, in exchange for the protection provided by the wilds who have millenniums of strength built in their very bones. however, it is no secret that majority of the wilds share the opinion that humans are the weaker species, gojo included. because of this, most of their population remain on the pack territory, situated just a mere hundred miles from the townscape.

not far enough apart, some still argue.

but for gojo, it is close enough to keep an eye upon on the town’s human leaders; to ensure that there won’t be another revolt. there hasn’t been one since his tenth year on this earth and he’ll be damned if he lives to see another. the relationship between man and the wild is strenuous enough, but as ruler of the forests, gojo has made it no secret that he will not hesitate to eliminate those who dare to disrupt the peace his father fought many years to create.

and so when word gets out that the human doctor has finally arrived in town, it is gojo’s responsibility to greet him. to his knowledge, the male is fully aware of the wilds that prowl in the darkness—something which gojo is to be glad of because he’s already met his fair share of frightened humans, weak-minded males and females who simply couldn’t imaginesuch a species to exist. he’s had to eradicate a few of them too, for everyone knows that the outside world is better off not knowing of the creatures of the forests. being spared the duty of exposing his species to an outsider is relieving.

it is indeed a hot day outside, much like both geto and nanami had complained earlier that morning. the heat clings to the skin of his human form in a way that makes his nose crinkle with disgust, upturned as he makes his way through the town. many of the wild greet him with a bow of the head, gojo’s wild basking in the small sign of respect. the humans do not entirely understand the loyalties of the hierarchy in their kingdom, but most are smart enough to veer out of his path as he comes to a halt across the road from shirakawa’s infamous butcher-shop.

he stands with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, eyes sweeping across the street for the face he’s memorised from the file that’s now stuffed in the bottom drawer of his desk. his nose shifts through the different odours intermingling through the warm air, searching for one that he doesn’t recognise. for a few moments, he senses nothing. but then it hits him.

it’s you that he scents first.

all sweet, like pollen on a fresh spring day, easily standing out amongst the crowd of humans that bustle along the pathway. your scent clouds him, the heat of the sun suddenly overbearing as he stares across the road. but there’s something wrong, he knows as soon as his heart-rate spikes, pulsing so loudly in his eardrums that he almost doesn’t hear you speak.

‘can’t you smell that?’

his instincts practically purr at the sound of your voice, gently spoken with the tiniest hint of confusion, and gojo has to grip the lamppost beside him to keep himself from shedding his human skin, his jaw clenched so tightly that he wouldn’t be surprised if it snapped. and when he realises that you also sense him, he exhales, breath uncharacteristically uneven as he struggles to rein in the wild that itches to escape.

he’s no fool. for thousands of years, pups are taught what to expect when one meets the mate that is chosen for them from the day they are born. it’s been engrained into their very history from the first findings of their species. the humans call them soulmates.

human and wild pairings are not unheard of. but they are rare. gojo cannot even recall the last pairing recorded—long before his time, anyway. and whilst most wilds are taught that humans will have some form of reaction to being mated, their instincts have been bred out of them over thousands of years of evolution.

you will never feel the bond as he does, or at least, that’s what has been assumed for hundreds of years.

and when the first drop of blood spills from your pretty little nose, his throat burns as he suppresses the growl that almost escapes from the centre of his chest. his instincts scream at him to cross the road, but gojo likes to think that he has more self control than that, fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles whiten, and his pulse increases in pace when your eyes meet his, wide and glossy.

but as soon as you are rendered unconscious, all rationality is thrown out of the window as he’s across the street before he can stop himself, moving faster than humans can blink.

the older woman, your mother, he assumes, shrieks with surprise as he catches your limp body before you hit the ground.

gojo stares down at you, trying his best to ignore the wild that continues to purr in contentedness with your skin pressed flush against his. several people have stopped to watch, most of which are of the wild, much to gojo’s chagrin. this will be the talk of the pack before he even reaches home, he’s sure. but that’s the least of his worries, as the older woman is now frantically attempting to shake you awake.

gojo’s lips form a snarl before he can stop it, and he blinks, surprised by his own threat. there is a murmuring in the crowd, and he sighs, knowing the action has not gone unnoticed. the human woman stares at him, her surprise morphing into anger.

‘i will take her,’ she spits, her hand curling around your limp hand.

the human man calls her name, and when gojo looks up, he immediately recognises his face.

the doctor.

and it appears that he knows exactly who gojo is too. sparing him a nod in greeting, along with a smile that resembles more of a grimace, the doctor turns to his wife, ‘she’s in safe hands.’

even gojo is taken aback by this.

your mother looks murderous as her head whips to glare at her husband, ‘we don’t even know—’

‘i own this town,’ gojo speaks for the first time. he winces at the grate in his voice, forcing down the wild that scratches at the surface. despite being unconscious, you stir at the sound of his voice and gojo’s gaze snaps back down towards you, adjusting your prone form in his arms. ‘if you’d allow me,’ he pauses to swallow, tearing his eyes from your face to your mother’s, ‘i’d like to return her to your home. it’s the least i can do.’

the human female is evidently confused, protest on the tip her tongue, but all colour in the male’s face drains as the weight of gojo’s words settle. he suddenly hoists his wife to her feet by her arm. ‘we should do as he says. he owns this town.’

your mother wrenches her arm from his grasp, not paying attention as gojo shifts his grip before he stands. he easily towers over both of your parents, but to his surprise, this doesn’t intimidate the smaller woman. she stands still, glaring up at him as the male whispers an excuse in her ear—something about not getting him fired before he’s even started his job. but it seems the heat is irritating her just as much as it is him, and so she reluctantly agrees to allow him to carry her daughter home.

escaping the leering gazes, the walk is filled with a quietly uttered welcoming. gojo tells the male to meet him the following monday morning for a formal meeting before he starts his work. ‘your care is as important to our kind as it is yours,’ he tells him, eyes glancing towards the female who is yet to calm her anger.

halfway home, you stir in your sleep once more, face pressed to his chest. you’re so much smaller than him, scent enveloping him in a way that he’s sure he’ll never forget. gojo has to bite his bottom lip to muffle the low growl that rumbles its way down his throat, expanding across his chest. the sound, however, soothes you enough to make you still once more and only then does gojo exhales. however, his wild rumbles upon glancing at the expanse of your exposed neck and he breathes heavily through flared nostrils, grunting as he feels the familiar aching of his canines breaking past the barrier of his gums. by the time the party reaches your new home, gojo’s body is trembling, sweat heavily built upon his brow.

he’s permitted to gently place you on your bed, hesitating just a few seconds too long before he has to swiftly leave the room in order to escape your mother’s overprotective stance.

by the front door, the male human escorts him out of the house. gojo’s wild immediately expresses its discomfort, itching at the temptation of a bid for freedom.

‘it’s an honour to finally meet you—’ the man begins to gush, but the sight of gojo advancing upon him forces his mouth shut, eyes wide.

‘she’s mine.’

gojo seethes, wild just inches from the surface of his skin. his stomach churns and it takes all he has to swallow down the bile that threatens to escape the confides of his throat. he towers over your father, who shrinks back, remembering to bow his head and expose his neck. gojo’s wild purrs at the sign of submission.

he forcibly inhales deeply, eyes closing. when they open, he’s not at all surprised to recognise the terror on the smaller male’s face. ‘i will have her,’ he promises, but he’s not entirely sure if it’s he or his wild who forms the words on the tip of his tongue. ‘i do not need your approval—it means nothing to me,’ he spits, smiling bitterly. ‘you have until monday to tell her of our kind. not a day later.’ the human male has no choice but to agree, frantically nodding, blinking up at him, seemingly disorientated. whether he even recognises the unspoken threat that loiters in the air—thickened by the human male's unconcealed fear—is a matter to be dealt with come monday morning.

gojo leaves then, coated in a layer of sweat that heats him in such a way that it blows his pupils. the little control he has struggles to remain in place, only just lasting until he breaks into someone’s garden, by jumping the gate, and marching across the recently mown lawn. he barely makes it to the trees before his resolve uncoils, snapping its way down his arching spine as he hunches over, winded. he form morphs, familiar with the sound of breaking bones, the shredding of human skin that gives way to a thick coat of white fur, two legs becoming four, a whip-like tail standing proudly as he prowls deeper into the trees.

this form is welcomed with a ripple of excitement as he allows the wild to explore, scenting the air. he doesn’t venture far, nose tracking the stench of sweetened pollen, just a few yards from where his clothes are strewn across the floor. his wild shivers, delight thrumming through his veins as his eyes latch onto the bedroom window of which he knows you sleep on the other side of the glass. he inhales your scent through his mouth, tastes it on his tongue, and swallows it down, allowing it to settle into the pit of his stomach.

mine.

#♡ jordy is writing ♡#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #werewolf! gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo x you #satoru gojo x you

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rcmclachlan · 3 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @microcomets. Thanks, friendo!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

71 currently. I've orphaned a bunch, though.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

526,242

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days I write for whichever fandom strikes my fancy—it might be a new one, or it might be one that I fall back into every so often. My most recent fics have been a mix of new (Beyond Evil, Good Omens, Loki) and old (Cardcaptor Sakura).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Long Live The King (DBZ, bulma/vegeta)

Stopgap (Good Omens, crowley/aziraphale)

100 Zeni (DBZ, trunks/goten, bulma/vegeta)

Named (Supernatural, dean/castiel)

Solve for X (MCU, tony/loki)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I've gotten better at this! I now make sure to reply to every comment on my newer works (sometimes it's a bit overwhelming, but I think the effort is worth it).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Oneiori. Like, Cas gets a happy-ish ending, but it's not going to last. Womp womp.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

These days, I try to end all my fics on a happy note! The happiest that comes to mind is Heritage Site.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think I've gotten hate maybe twice since I started posting to AO3 in 2010? That's statistically negligible, which is kind of amazing!

9. Do you write smut?

Not often. I don't mind writing it, but it really needs to serve a purpose to the story for me to make the effort.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

Nah, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, but I've had a fic's summary stolen! That was a trip.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I'm floored people like my work enough to put that kind of time and effort into translating it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I tried, but it ultimately didn't work out (mostly due to writer's block and scheduling issues).

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is like asking me which of my children I love more. It'd take me a month to answer this question and I'd need someone at CERN to check my work.

I will say Kakashi/Iruka is my most enduring fave; I started reading them in 2005 and fall back into them every 3 or so years. I'm currently in a kakairu cycle (as if y'all couldn't tell).

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Speaking of Kakashi/Iruka.... Hadopelagia. It was just far too big in scope for me to even think about finishing. I think I frightened myself out of it! For the best, though. I re-read it the other night and it's a MESS. This is why betas are so important, kids.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten a lot of comments about how I use metaphor effectively, as well as comedy. I don't think I'm particularly funny compared to other writers, but it always fills me with joy when someone mentions my dumb sense of humor.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely smut. There's nothing worse than trying to keep track of where everyone's legs are.

Me: "I used the word 'cock' fourteen times in this paragraph......... well, maybe no one will notice."

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I've done it! Named had a whole scene written in Spanish (I tried my hand at it and then had a native speaker edit it). I think when done well, it adds something really meaningful to a story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fanfic I ever wrote was before I even knew what fanfiction was. It was an Animorphs self-insert fic and I wrote it on a legal pad at my grandparents' house in like 1997. The first fandom I officially posted fic for was Fruits Basket in 2003, followed by QAF in 2004.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Probably A Twist of the Knife. I had an absolute blast writing Nie Huaisang, and I'm really proud of the story as a whole (which is rare for me).

Tagging: @sonatine, @lemonistas, @stitchyblogs, @dadvans, @ataraxetta, @nandalorian, and anyone else who wants to get in on the action. :-D

#writing memes

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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Hi, Ray! So, I know you're kinda like me in that you tend to Fixate on one character in a fandom, and aren't really interested in reading fics about other characters. For me, in Naruto, my Fixation is, well, Naruto himself, I'm usually not interested in fics that don't include him. However, this fandom is one of the rare cases for me where I have multiple characters I Fixated on, namely Kakashi in this case. The point I'm leading up to here is that I recently read some amazing fic (1)

(2) that are entirely Kakashi-centric, and involve Naruto only on the side, so I'm not certain if you'll enjoy them or not. Just in case you would, though, allow me to present to you literally every fic by butter_peanut on ao3. Their fics are very popular, so there's a good chance you'll have already read them if you are into the Obikaka fic scene, but in that case just take this as me gushing to you. First of all, there's Kamui Blues. This one has some of my favorite Kakashi characterization

(3) that I have ever seen. Like, in canon, it often feels like Kakashi got nerfed hard for the sake of the plot. He has to be just strong enough to fight evenly with the enemy at the time, while also allowing Naruto to sweep in and make an impression, you know? It's a pretty normal thing in mentor characters, I get it, but it still itches at me just because of how much I ended up liking Kakashi. Kamui Blues is pretty much exactly the levels of genius Kakashi I wish we had gotten in canon.

(4) It is incredibly satisfying, to see him actually have the chance to use the skills he was stated to have in canon. Kamui Blues Kakashi actually feels like the natural extension of someone who made chuunin at six jonin at ten ANBU at 14. His whole thing was using a Sharingan to copy a thousand jutsu and using them so well that it became his title in a way that even actual Uchiha couldn't do, but we never actually get to see that in canon. Sure, he has cool moments, but it just

(5) doesn't feel like it measures up in comparison to what he could have been, you know? The New Recruit universe by that author also does a great job of actually letting Kakashi be an awesome badass, though the overall fics take more of a comedic route with moments of seriousness that Kamui Blues plot-heavy and serious with moments of comedy. Of course, then there's the Week in Kiri universe, which I also adore for... different reasons. It's the most smut-centric, but with character development

(6) of the fics. Honestly, Kamui Blues and Week in Kiri both have Kakashi characterization's that I enjoyed so much they are my new permanent headcanons for him. If you've read them, I'm sure you already know what I mean, and if you haven't I think it's better that you see for yourself rather than have me spoil it for you. Oh, and of course the sex is incredibly hot, and Kakashi is dripping with self-loathing in the most fascinating of ways. Basically, I just wanted to make sure you hadn't

(7) missed out on these absolute works of art. The relationship between Kakashi and Obito is exactly the amount of fucked up but affectionate and mutually obsessed with each other that drew me to the pairing in the first place. Like, it's literally canon that Obito stalked Kakashi from the Kamui dimension. How could I not fall in love with this pairing, huh? Tell me I'm wrong. Anyways, love you Ray, take care, just wanted to pop by and chat up one of my favorite authors a bit, see ya later! :)

#RayRambles #Naruto #Fic Rec #Author Rec #i love the gushing darling

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chrononautintraining · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @lindirs-gaze!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

1,216,174

3. what fandoms do you write for?

My current hyperfixation is The Untamed/Modao Zushi, but I write for whatever. I've got a lot of one shots for properties I think are neat like Welcome to Nightvale or Parks and Rec.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Passion for Mushrooms, Mountain Flowers, The Seedling, Family's Just Another Word for Something Left To Lose, and In Town for the Wedding. Four in Hobbit/LotR fandom and one Naruto.

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I really try to. I appreciate feedback so much. When I'm in a funk it really brightens my mood, so I want to respond and build community with readers not just drop a story. And sometimes I go months without checking my inbox which makes me feel awkward about replying. It's a mix.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Interestingly, Family's Just Another Word For Something Left To Lose, according to some readers. It's ambiguous at the end and *a lot* of people think Kakashi dies, which is not at all my intent. I was paralleling the same scene with Iruka in the anime, and Iruka survives. It did not occur to me that the ambiguity would be what so many people took away.

The one I wrote that's intentionally angsty at the end is all i hear is your gear, which has no happy intentions and is all just about Crowley being a demon in hell.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So much of my stuff is romance with a traditional HEA ending, but weirdly the ending I like most is A Spy in the Shire. It's a happy ending for this one oc dwarf, but in the broader context of the series I think it both emphasizes the Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU happiness as well as justifying the many sacrifices made in canon.

8. do you get hate on any fics?

yeah for sure. And I am sensitive about it. If it hits me when I'm already feeling low, I usually have to stay away from fandom spaces for a while and I often lose the motivation to write at all. It sucks. Some of it I can brush off more easily, like the Iruka/Kakashi shippers who come onto my fic to make fun of the way Mighty Guy looks and try to pick a fight. They are likely children and I just don't engage. But the people who criticize my writing or a specific story for reasons they are happy to detail can be harder to ignore.

This is of course a very different thing than the helpful folks who point out that I've once again mixed up desert and dessert. Y'all are lovely and I appreciate the help.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes, as the mood strikes. ...the kind I'm in the mood for? Almost always romantic stuff between a major pairing.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Listen. Ron Swanson and Wolverine would be very good friends, actually. My Parks and Rec / X-men crossover is not crazy.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! One of my Naruto fics is available in Chinese and two of my Modao Zushi stories can be read in Russian. As I speak neither language, I can only assume the translators did an awesome job of making my writing smarter, funnier, and sexier than it is in English.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I find the idea of collaborating interesting.

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

This is not how my brain works. I pretty much constantly have a Current Obsession and then pairings I still enjoy. Right now, Wangxian invented love, but I'll always enjoy revisiting a certain romance involving Mister Spock or the Leverage Pretzels and Beer OT3.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I desperately want to finish my Zombie Criminal Minds series, particularly because being able to revisit it will mark the end of my pandemic / outbreak related brain gremlins.

16. what are your writing strengths?

speling

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

I'd like to do more with humor. I feel like I frequently manage to provoke a sensible chuckle, but I've read fics that make me crack up. Someday, I'd like to write a really Terry Pratchett style laugh-a-minute story.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sometimes you gotta do it, because it's in keeping with the canon, but it's always best to do sparingly. If it's longer than a greeting or an honorific, I like to translate directly within the narrative or use a footnote.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Slayers. Yes, I was that anime kid in high school.

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite child? Well, I've never really cared for Pit Stop...

I suppose, back against a wall, I enjoy the world building in None So Blind. We just don't spend enough time in dwarven spaces that aren't complete ruins in the canon. Coupled with thoughts on fantasy accessibility and the classic trope of tripping a romantic lead into a pile of literal pig shit, I just like it. Good work, 2018!me.

If you'd like to play, please pretend I tagged you! For the meme, I'll invite @youhideastar, @primtheamazing, and @sunshine304

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komorebi-rabbit · 5 days

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Hey you!

I just came from your Sasori Roleplay account. I wasn't sure if you were active there anymore, so I hopped on over here via your pinned post.

You seem like a talented and fun person to roleplay with, so I thought why not ask?

I've read your rules and some of the older blogs and they really resonated with me.

I used to roleplay Itachi on Amino like you used to play/still play(?) Sasori on here. Those in depth roleplays that just make my heart sing. And also the RPs that are a pain to find because...well...novella takes work. And building a bond with a character who isn't naturally friendly takes even more time.

Still those have got to be the most fun times I can remember from my teens. And I misss them...

It was quite challenging to find people who share similar views on roleplaying and like the same fandom. So I must have given up sometime back. And when I read your blog today, I was instantly like "Oh my god this is exactly what I was looking for" (except like 6 years passed since I last attempted that xD)

So I wanted to pop in and say "Hi, I love your blog already!" but that didn't quite suffice so here we are xD.

It's kinda funny because after all this time not roleplaying, I found myself on tumblr, figured why not make a Sasori RP account (there are many others for the Naruto characters) to have some fun and be nostalgic? But...there was still a little 'eh' that was missing. And I found it in your blog.

I adore it, when people just get their characters and portray them correctly. And I've been aching to find more people like this. I remember it being quite the challenge in the past, back in my Itachi days, so it was like a gift to find your account!

Anyways, I am trailing off-

I'd love to RP with you sometime. Or...to just chat and reminisce about days past, even if I just discovered you today. I just know I would have loved to have you in my Akatsuki geoup back in 2015.

I hope you have a lovely day!

This is the SWEETEST message, oh my lord, thank you so much! You have no idea how happy this made me and how much I needed this little spark of positivity in my life right now!

I unfortunately no longer RP on tumblr due to some incidents that have made me wary over the years. I also no longer RP Sasori, but I do still RP in the Naruto fandom, just on Discord with friends that I am comfortable with. Novella does take work! But man, if it isn't worth the effort! I'm so glad people are still RPing and taking up Sasori. He absolutely deserves that love! Unfortunately, I did most of my tumblr RP back when the manga was still ongoing and tumblr was at its peak so there was a LOT more interaction then than I see these days. I wish it could go back to being that way! I miss a lot of the friends I made back then! (But also I'm still friends with some of them 10 years later, it's fantastic. You really form some lasting bonds). Even back then, however, there were only ever a couple of Sasori accounts (like... maybe 3, not including myself? And most were not active).

I'm mostly a Shisui RPer these days, though I do write for Kakashi, Tobirama, Kisame, and Izuna, too! Like I said, though, I only RP with those I'm super comfortable with, but if you want, I have plenty of recs for you! I'm also KomorebiRabbit on AO3 and @komorebirabbitwrites. My Sasori is actually heavily based on characterization from @renaerys and her works from back then (such as Zero Hour) and she is still writing FANTASTIC Sasori works to this day. I mean absolutely unbelievable, haunting, you will never get it out of your head type fics. Her characterization is unparalleled and also she's just an awesome person in general! I also mod @sasoriweek which will happen again in November of this year!

Also, if you like dark, horror-heavy Sasori, Athelise on AO3 is absolutely amazing! She writes such an interesting Sasori and some phenomenal smut, I definitely recommend her!

#Forever fave #I hope you dont mind me posting this ask #I wanted to save it cause it really is so so sweet of you to send this #sasori-anon #ask

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we looked like giants.

Hello my friends and followers, today I offer you the OC fic I have been holding back for one and a half years and rewritten at least five times. I am very protective and vunerable about this here, which is one of the reasons I have been holding it back for so long. I am still very nervous about sharing, so please have mercy with me. You don't have to read this if you don't like.

I made Sayuri when I was 16 in early 2009. Back then we could only speculate who Tobi was (tho Obito was a strong contender), so the similarities in their stories is just coincidental! I did not know Obito was still alive, I did not know he was in Kiri for a long time too. I guess it worked out in the end, but it was surely not intentional.

Thank you to @lemony-snickers for beta reading.

Sayuri looks like this.

Hatake Kakashi x OC

Rated E (eventual smut)

6786 words.

On the cusp of an all out war between the big villages and the Akatsuki Uchiha Sayuri suddenly returns to her hometown of Konoha after over ten years of absence. Her return throws Kakashis life out of order. Or- If Hatake Kakashi had a ryo for everytime a childhood friend he thought was dead came back to life he would have two ryo, which isn't much, but it is weird that it happened twice.

homecoming.

"It's no use trying to sneak up on me, I've already noticed you," the boy said, throwing a shuriken up in the air that he had just picked up from the ground. He shook himself, feeling a sense of unease creep up the back of his neck. He was just out here training and wasn't really up to dealing with bothersome things. Especially since this wasn't the first time he was forced to. The boy did not like other people very much, he did not feel comfortable with other people. Other people stared at him, they talked and whispered about him and worst of all, they did not understand him, not in a way he wanted to be understood. This included his two teammates, who, though important to him, would never deeply get him. Though he liked them fine, Rin more so than Obito, and tried to work with them as well as he possibly could, he still preferred to work on his own, without having to interact with others. Unfortunately for him, shinobi weren't meant to work alone, not if one was trying to adhere to the rules. So personal contact, interpersonal relationships and occasional talks with others were inevitable. Which was a total annoyance. A girl, black hair, two braids down on either sides of her face stepped out from behind an especially large oak tree that was to the right of the training ground he was currently on.

[...]

The sun blinded her when she stepped out of the shadows of the forest. She was still not used to it shining at all times of the day, warm and especially so bright, bathing the surrounding area in a friendly and welcoming light. Too many years had passed in which she had gotten used to the mist and rain that was brought by ocean waves and wind. Not that there wasn't any sun in Kirigakure, but it wasn't strong like here. Though, Sunagakure's sun was much stronger than this one, she supposed. She had rarely been there for long. Sayuri hesitated just at the edge of the forest, her eyes wandering over the low grass to the Great Gates right in front of her. It had been a long time since she had seen the entrance to the Hidden Leaf village outside of videos or pictures. Only one moment, years ago, had she come close enough to cast an eye upon it. Still, she could not deny the familiarity of the scenery. She recalled many moments as a child when she had run through this place, to go training, to go play, to go on a mission or just to run away from her father. Sayuri was a very different person back then. Someone who had a father and something of a brother. Both were dead now.

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wllg chap 1 tag list: @butter--peanut, @sunstaar, @silvermadara, @foolishk, @skykashi, @pilotdante, @mothervvoid, @succikko-nebulae, @uchiha-deathwater

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kakagaibouquet · 2 years

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Do you have any Kakagai fic recs?

i didn't even know that i've been waiting for a question like this but i absolutely was!

sorry let me preface this by saying how much i love kakagai content on ao3. out of the many fandoms i'm a part of kakagai has some of the best works i've read.

anyways let me stop rambling and get to the good part.

if you're into smut with a good plot, either sweet nothings, or nothing sweet is great! i just love kakashi's characterization here... absolutely beautiful <3

if you're looking for tooth rotting fluff (with a side of smut), then you should totally read Something So Precious About This.

if you want angst that will crush you, Clandestine is a good one. I cried a few too many times :(

if pre-canon kakagai is your jam, (Un)Familiarity will definitely get you hooked. the attention to detail here is amazing.

if you can't get enough of post-war kakagai, i think you should read Remedy.

happy reading!

#kakagai #gaikaka #fanfic #naruto #naruto shippuden #ao3

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Hi, I'm new to Tumblr so please tell me if I did this wrong, but would it be possible to request a kakashi x fem reader fic (both over 18 of course) ?

I truly don't know if you're comfortable with this but something like: They have feelings for one another but did not really act upon it. but for some reason there is this tension while on a mission and the reader just kisses him to shut him up or some reason and he's like "I want more?!?" it could be smut, I honestly don't know. oh and I hope I did not make you uncomfortable, that is the least I would want to happen. Thank you so much for reading this mess

Love love love your writing sooo much:)

hey there anon! welcome to tumblr!

eventhoughit’sbeenawhilesinceyousentthisinsoyouaren’treallytthatnewanymoredasdf;sadf

this is a fine way to send in a request and def did not make me uncomfortable in any way! i hope you enjoy this little one-shot. it’s not full smut, more just suggestive; hope that’s all right.

Title: Just a Kiss (AO3 Link Here) Summary: If Kakashi had just shut up when you asked him to, none of this would have happened. But now your fingers are in his hair and his arms are around your waist and you don’t think you could stop even if you had to. Not even if the Hokage himself appeared beside you. Word Count: 1,521 Warnings: fem!reader, rated M for suggestive content .

Kakashi hates these types of missions. It’s always so boring, just sitting and waiting. You know he hates them because he has not stopped talking about it since you arrived at your destination two days ago.

“This is so boring,” he says for what feels like the five hundredth time. “Why are we even here?”

You grit your teeth, hands fisting in the fabric of your yukata. “Because it’s our job, Hatake. Now kindly be quiet so I can actually do mine.”

The truth is, you are inclined to agree with your partner. You’re no more interested in surveillance than he is. The fact that you’ve been paired with such an infuriatingly vocal shinobi--who would have thought the surly Copy Ninja was so outspoken when provided the right opportunity?-- only adds to your frustration.

Because watching gang leaders purchase drugs and weaponry and forbidden scrolls is not at all a good time. It’s tedious and time consuming, scribbling down every item that changes hands, especially when you’re trying to be surreptitious about it in a crowded club while maintaining a different transformation jutsu every twelve hours.

But having Kakashi grumble constantly in your ear only makes it worse; only makes the endless days feel longer. This does not stop him, however, from continuing to complain and annoy you for the next half-week, constantly groaning about his back, insisting his knees can’t withstand the prolonged sitting anymore.

“Then go for a walk,” you tell him, but he shakes his head. “Can’t leave you. What if something interesting finally happens?”

Your snort. Such a thing is very unlikely. The Hokage has sent you to observe and report, nothing more. Anything short of a gang war breaking out or a coup of the feudal lord’s private residence the next village over will not be means for intervention.

At night, the two of you share a futon, turning to face away from one another as best you can. Your accommodations are better suited for rats than humans, in all honesty. The food the inn provides is hardly edible and you can’t wait to take a tepidly warm shower again once you’re finally back in Konoha, tired of the frigid baths you have here.

Two weeks of this and you’re about at your limit, especially when Kakashi will not stop lamenting your accommodations in addition to the assignment itself. He tells you that his last long-term, non-combat mission was as private security for a Daimyo, who let him sleep on the plush mattress of his guest house and had his personal chef prepare meals for him each evening.

He wonders aloud--and loudly--what you could have done to offend Hiruzen Sarutobi so badly as to land yourself (and therefore, by extension, him) in this shithole. You yourself begin to wonder how you ever found Kakashi Hatake attractive, how it was at all possible that when you received this assigment you were actually excited he would be your partner.

You are obviously an even worse judge of character than Kakashi is a sound sleeper.

You’ve taken plenty of partner missions before, shared plenty of bunks and futons and beds, but you’ve never met anyone who tosses and turns so thoroughly, always rising before the sun to finally give you a few mintues of undisturbed sleep.

It is the only time Kakashi seems to understand the benefit of silence.

The fact that he kicks himself out from beneath the sheet every morning to sit quietly on the opposite end of the room and read while you enjoy an hour or two of undisturbed slumber is the only reason you haven’t yet smothered him with his pillow. You offer to make him a sleeping tonic, but he waves the idea away.

“What? And be too groggy for our daily inspections?” he teases. For a moment you forget you’re irritated with him, but Kakashi reminds you only a fraction of a second later. “Then who will track the number of times the waiter picks his nose? Surely that’s above your pay grade.”

You grit your teeth, reminding yourself he has not slept well and is probably cranky as a result.

But you are not sleeping as well as you’d like either and Kakashi makes no such concessions on your behalf.

And one night, after a much longer day than most of the others during which you catalogued hundreds of individual pieces of weaponry and at least four crates of scrolls you’d had to recover in the dead of night to pry open and look at the actual contents, you return from your freezing bath to find Kakashi reading.

“Took you long enough,” he says.

You stuff your irritation down as you go about the rest of your nightly routine, but Kakashi never stops talking.

He complains about the splinter in his finger from the crates, that he can still taste the mushy rice you both ate for dinner. Even as you crawl onto the futon, exhausted and in desperate need of sleep, his sonorous voice drones on and on and on.

Finally, something within you snaps and you sit up, Kakashi’s eyebrows rising minutely when he finds you staring at him.

“Do you. Ever. Shut up.” Though it is ostensibly a question, you don’t lift your voice at the end of the sentence, leaving no room for confusion as to where you stand on the subject.

Kakashi grins. And whereas you should be delighted to see his face bare so often these days, your nostrils flare in irritation as he snaps his book closed.

“I’m just doing my job,” he says, feigning innocence.

“Is your job to annoy the shit out of me?” you ask. “Because if so, well done.”

Kakashi’s grin broadens and he leans forward, “I belive my job is to observe and report,” he counters. “And so I’m reporting to you what I’ve observed.”

“Well don’t.”

You aren’t sure how Kakashi finds any more space to take up between you because suddenly you realize how very close he is. But rather than exciting, you find his proximity infuriating.

“I believe I am the ranking shinobi on this mission,” he says flatly, “so if I think it behooves the mission to talk through our daily routine or to scrutinize the minutiae of it as part of our evening debrief, I don’t think there’s much you can do.”

He drones on and with every syllable, your chest feels tighter, your head throbs as the beginning tendrils of a migraine snake their way up your neck into your jaw. And Kakashi just keeps talking about everything and nothing.

“Will you please just shut up?”

Kakashi pauses only long enough for his single visible eye to glint in challenge. “Make me,” he whispers, that infuriating smirk still painted over his stupidly handsome face.

He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before his mouth is moving again, meaningless words spilling out into the air between you and you do the one thing you think will probably catch him off guard enough to grant you a brief, silent respite.

You lean forward, clamp his handsome face between your hands, and mash your lips against his in the worst, most brutal kiss of your entire life. Your teeth clang against his and there’s the distinct taste of blood on you lip from the force of your attack.

But you don’t care because when you pull away a few long moments later, Kakashi Hatake finally seems at a loss for words.

Your victory is disturbingly brief, however, because just as you're feeling like you've won, a feral-looking smile carves its way across Kakashi's face. “Took you long enough.”

You don’t have time to answer before he pulls you back in, grasping you roughly around the waist to drag your body over his as he finally lies down. His book is trapped uncomfortably between your bodies, but you hardly care.

Because now that he isn’t talking, you can focus on all the reasons you were originally excited to have him here with you. Kakashi moans against your mouth and you grip his hair, giving yourself over totally to each cascading sensation; the gentle buzzing in your head and the sound of Kakashi’s panting replacing the incessant drone of his complaints.

Yes, you think as you roll onto your back, grinning up and meeting Kakashi’s hungry gaze. This is a much better use of your time than listening to the Copy Ninja rant about accommodations or arthritic joints.

He seems to agree because the next moment, his book is tossed across the room and all his irration appears forgotten, replaced by something much more pleasant. The sounds he makes that evening are better than any you've yet heard.

And if you’re a little late to your duties the next day, it’s not like anyone will notice anyway. Kakashi’s right; this mission is boring as hell and honestly a waste of time.

At least now you have something more to look forward to than just a cold bath at the end of the night, though you’re sure you’ll be needing one of those, too.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @valeriianz, @acedragontype, @hardly-an-escape - thank you! 💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 124

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 374,456

3. What fandoms do you write for? I tend to be a one-fandom-at-a-time writer, so currently that's Sandman. Once in awhile I may dip back to previous fandoms so those would be MCU, Naruto, Saiyuki, and Gundam Wing.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? *Overall (they're all from my Naruto days): Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time) at 3672; 11 years old Past the Limits at 1225; 12 years old Affirmation at 997; 12.5 years old Worth It at 976; 15 years old Vigil at 821; 11 years old *Current fandom tops, just for fun: Use Your Words at 398; posted last Christmas Insatiable at 357; posted in May Fluffbruary Fills at 351; posted throughout February In the Morning Light at 295; posted in April Built For You at 275; posted in April

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yeah! Seems only polite, and once in awhile conversations can start that way! Pretty sure there are some old comments scattered across some older fics that I missed in the recent years I wasn't really doing fandom, and it seems a little weird to answer them years later, but generally yes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Going aaaallllll the way back to Gundam Wing, I did a songfic where I implied a breakup until the final-line reveal that the character had *gasp* actually died. There may be a couple other angst-based pieces in my catalog, but that I think is the Most(tm).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uh. Hmm. A difficult question, when most of my stuff doesn't have plot arcs and most of it is generally happy. Let's go with…the Thessaly Breakup Fic, since there was a plot-like progression of events that were based in angsty pining and culminated in the happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never have, would like to keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh no, ✨~never~✨. Which is to say yes, I absolutely write smut; I am currently writing more smut than not. Not sure what's meant by 'kind'; the kind I like to read? Hopefully the kind that makes you want a metaphorical cigarette after? I don't usually dip into a lot of the standard things that come to mind when someone says 'kink', but neither would I describe it as 'vanilla' - not the bulk of it, at least.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have two crossovers and one fusion; I guess the Saiyuki crossover where Hakkai acquires Jiipu from Count D's pet shop would be 'craziest'? It's a bit cracky in tone and has a complete disregard for the fourth wall.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I don't recall which ones but I've had (and granted) requests for permission to translate into Chinese and into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yeah, a friend and I co-wrote a couple back in GW and it was...fun? Not the sort of thing I'd write on my own, and definitely not now. Co-writing again...idk. Would have to be the right timing, right idea, right personality mesh etc.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? ...yeah, that's not a thing I can answer. Whichever I'm fixated on is inevitably my favorite at the time but once the fixation fades, I still have the love for each of them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh my god there are so many. Things in Sandman fandom are all still in the 'will-happen' slot of my brain with a 50/50 chance of actually finishing in reality. Going back to previous fandoms? There's the Thor/Bruce fairytale that I want to finish really badly, and the longer fic half-written where I was dipping into ace exploration that still nudges at my brain now and then. Lost all motivation for MCU fandom really fast and these two I think suffered most for that. They deserve to be finished but probably never will. In Naruto, I made the mistake of publishing two chapters of Closure when it wasn't all finished and the rest of it's half-written, but I was never that into the threesome involved and I've only gotten less so as the years have gone on. It's been 10 years since I posted the first chapter and nine since the second, and I still feel bad about it, but. Maybe I update with an explanatory note and just dump the half-written bits with synopsis so that the folks who subscribed and still care can at least see what I intended to do with it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I take great pride in my smut, and I like to think I'm good at it. Painting pictures with my words? Maybe character voice, in certain cases.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Stories with plot and progression and chapters and such. Follow-through to finish pieces that don't get done in the initial burst of focus.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Something I've largely steered clear of after my first fandom. If I had a need for it at some point, I would want to consult a native speaker to ensure correct translation and I would include the translation in footnotes etc.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing. If we don't count the 'DS9 novel idea' that I recall making notes on in my journal at the time, or any of the Mary Sue thoughts I would also journal about. None of that was ever 'actual writing' nor did I have anywhere I would have shared it in '96.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Again. How'm I supposed to pick? Ugh. Let's see, fandom by fandom. Gundam Wing was so long ago I just, ergh. Possibly I could be convinced to re-read Bah Humbug without cringing too badly. From Saiyuki, maybe…When the Chips Are Down. Comedy gen-fic based on a tidbit of fandom lore is not something I manage terribly often but I am quite pleased with this one; Jiipu's pov always delights me and I'm proud of all the voice work here also. Naruto…maybe Seized? Sai POV is one of my strengths and I think it came through really well in that one. MCU…Carpe Diem, I'm very pleased with character voices in that one. Sandman…everything's less than a year old I can't pick. But I can say that I wish the Drunken Confessions Fluffbruary fic had gotten more attention. As well as the Thessaly Breakup fic. Actually what I wish is that I'd posted them all separately in a series instead of as chapters of a single fic where they all just kind of get lost in the shuffle, I buried some gems.

Tagging, no obligation, tag me into existing posts as needed: @staroftheendless, @chaosheadspace, @academicblorbo, @rainbowvamp, @landwriter, @delta-pavonis

#tagmemes #TJs Writing #laughing at myself for spending the time to link all the fics #when I understand the odds of anyone actually clicking through on them #but they're there regardless

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thank you @recurring-polynya for tagging me!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

44!

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

247,354

3) What fandoms do you write for?

bleach and kurobas, but i used to write a LOT of batman fanfics only 3-4 years ago

4) Top 5 fics by kudos?

1) six hearts beat as one

2) Make My Wish Come True

3) all i long for (all i worship and adore)

4) i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

5) Paper Houses

#1 is a drabble/fic collection and #3 is a kurobas fanfic! 🤗

5) Do you respond to comments?

i try to get to every single one, but i still don't know what the protocol is for long fics when a reader leaves a comment on every single chapter. i try to just reply to the last one to avoid spamming them, but generally i love receiving comments so i usually get back to all of them!

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

no angsty endings, only angsty beginnings and middles

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

...all of them? i think? my fics are pretty formulaic, at this point, so any conflict gets resolved by the end. i'd say my favorite ending is the one i wrote in Therein Lies the Heart, mostly because it's set in a time where orihime was still recovering from everything she went through in hueco mundo and figuring out how she wants to grow next as an individual, so i like how it ends with a hopeful note that she's made peace with whatever has happened and is ready to take on whatever is coming next! i think it sits neatly between pre-timeskip and post-timeskip in canon bleach, but that's just me!

8) Do you get hate on fics?

no, thankfully

9) Do you write smut?

not often. they're hard to write!

10) Do you write crossovers?

i think crossovers are very interesting but they're hard to execute in a way that incorporates the themes and elements of both stories! i joke around a lot about my favorite characters from bleach meeting my favorite characters from kuroko no basket and i love to toy around with unconventional team-ups like kakashi and orihime being pen-pals or ichigo and kuroko being classmates in college (since they're interested in the same major) but i don't think i'd actually write any, it's just me playing around with my dolls and then putting them back in the box! i don't read many either, but the one fic i did read (which was a knb/free crossover i think) was very good, even if i haven't actually watched free! crossovers require a special talent and while i'm curious about how i'd approach one, idk if i actually will😅

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone offered once, but they never got back to me!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, i'm shy🙈

14) What's your all-time favorite ship?

ichihime and aokagakuro <3

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

i lose steam a lot unfortunately, so i know there are going to be a few fics i might never finish. i try to keep them in the drafts so i don't end up disappointing anyone, though!

16) What are your writing strengths?

i like my characterization!

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

not a good plot person, i think. most of my fics are born out of short-term ideas or concepts or stories where nothing really happens and characters just feel things. i am also a lazy proof-reader so most of my edits/additions/corrections happen after i post something. i'm trying to work on that!

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

i don't think i've ever put in a whole dialogue in another language, but there are some words and honorifics that you really can't capture accurately in english, so i pepper those in. they're pretty infrequent, though. i try to stick to what i know and work with it!

19) First fandom you wrote for?

....supernatural, but i never posted it anywhere 💀 the first fics i posted were all in the batman fandom

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?

You Can Show Me Your Heart (ChadHime) - this fic had been in my head for two whole years but i had never attempted writing it because i could never figure out how to start. once i finished it though, i ended up loving it a lot! i also love circuit which is my first aokagakuro fic!

tagging: whoever wants to do this, just say i tagged you and go ahead!

#tagged #my hypothetical kakashi orihime friendship fic would be orihime encouraging kakashi to retire and kakashi encouraging a pregnant orihime #not to feel guilty for sitting around doing 'nothing'#like neither of these people go to therapy but writing to each othet whenever they feel self-critical is probably therapeutic for them both #should i....write it💀#everyone says write for yourself but i am honestly convinced this is taking it a step too far #anyway thank you for tagging me i appreciate it💖💖#actually kakashi would encourage orihime to go back to SCHOOL! that would be so great!!!#ugh no i cannot add another wip to my list do not do this to me

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Premise: domestic!Kakashi fluff, taking care of you when you're sick. This is a short chapter from one of my long fics, but it reads well as a solo piece and is pure fluff.

TW: Implied partial nudity, but other than that it's fine it's mild with no smut. Boobs be out.

If you would like to read all of sunrise, you may find it here on AO3.

The alarm went off as usual with the noise making my headache. My nose was stuffy and I still felt a little cold despite being covered in Kakashi’s warmth as spring started to turn to summer. “Kessho, come on. Time to wake up.” He spoke softly while unwrapping his arm from around me as I held onto him tighter. When I pressed my head to his shoulder, he rolled over to straddle me, cupping my face in his hands. “Your burning up… Kessho… What have you been doing at work lately? Why have you been late to dinner lately?” He asked while thumbing my cheeks. Even with my eyes still closed, I could tell he was worried. My tired hands held onto his wrists.

“Working on a… jutsu.” I murmured before swallowing hard, my mouth feeling dry. Letting go of his wrists, I started to try to sit up so I could go to work and continue working on the jutsu. He gently pushed on my shoulder, and that was enough to get me to lay down back in bed.

“You’re not going to work today. You’re sick Kessho. I’ll have Tenzo take over everything for today. You stay here and rest. I’ll push some things around and come check in on you at lunch, ok?” But he didn’t even let me reply, he just placed a kiss onto my forehead before getting off the bed. So I rolled back over, grasping onto the abandoned bedsheets to cover my shivering body. Just as I felt myself nodding off, I awoke with a gasp to the sound of a noise on the nightstand. Eye fluttered open to see a mug placed on it, steam emanating. “I made some tea for you… I added a little honey. Just rest, ok?”

I woke up at the sound of a door closing in the distance, my body covered in sweat. “Kessho?” I heard Kakashi call out as I sat up with a groan. With a deep inhale, I started to cough. “You look like a hot mess… Like you just came rushing back from a mission.” I could tell he was trying to smile, but the worry was consuming him.

“That bad?” I tried to smile, but my eyes fell shut.

“Have you eaten anything?” He wondered while nearing the bed. As I shook my head, I heard the sound of pitter patter in the distance, noise that was nearing. My two lovely little boys approached the bed ahead of their father, their hands gripping to the top of the mattress trying to see on top of the bed. Obito’s mouth hid behind the mattress while Asuma tried jumping up and down to get a peek.

“No…” I croaked, my voice sounding more on the raspy side.

“I’ll go make some soup.” He smiled before lifting up Obito and Asuma, placing them each on the bed. Laying back down, I turned on my side and admired my two boys. My arm felt sore and heavy, but I ran my hand through Obito’s soft silky hair that now was past his jaw. His bright smile warmed my heart. Asuma took my hand and placed it on his head which made me giggle.

“I love both of you, silly.” I told him while running my fingers through his hair.

“Wove mommy.” Asuma spoke as I kissed his little hand.

“Wove mommy.” Obito smiled bright with a little pink in his cheeks. Their presence alone made me feel calm. Tugging on the blanket, I covered myself before shivering. I felt them throw themselves over me while babbling to themselves as my eyes grew heavy. Maybe they’re talking about trying to keep me warm.

“Kessho…” Kakashi called out while tugging on my shoulder. I woke up with a groan and two toddlers still on top of me.

“Can you move them?” I croaked while looking over my shoulder. I felt the weight move off of my body, and I was finally allowed to sit up right with a groan. Even as I moved I clutched the blanket tightly to cover myself. Kakashi’s warm hand placed itself on my forehead before he yanked the blanket from my naked body. “Whyyyyyyy?” I groaned while curling in on myself, hugging my legs.

“Kessho, you’re burning up. You can’t use a blanket anymore.” He huffed with Obito and Asuma crawling closer to me. “There’s chicken soup on the table.” He pushed his lips to one side, watching as I grumbled when trying to get up. His arm hooked under my legs with his other wrapping behind my back. It felt warm and inviting in his strong arms, and it was easy to lean into him. The woodsy familiar scent felt like home as I let my hand run along the white thin hair on his chest. He placed me onto the cushion on the floor, right in front of a bowl of soup that looked so warm. I let my hands wrap around the bowl, enjoying the warmth it brought.

“Thank you.” I replied quietly before he left to tend to the thuds coming from our bedroom. Sipping the broth, I could taste the different flavors mixed into it. The broth was light, but savory and full of umami. The navy blue porcelain bowl was hot when having brought it up to my lips. Everything about the soup was just what I needed. Even better was when Kakashi brought over both Obito and Asuma tucked in his arms. I could hear the clanks of two icecubes being placed in bowls with Kakashi bringing the bowls over to my two beloved sons. They both started to eat the soup, splashing some on the table with their uncoordinated demeanor.

“When you’re done I’m taking you to the hospital.” Kakashi announced behind me.

“Noooo…” I whined with a groan. He sat before me with his own bowl of soup, the steam rising from it. When he lowered his mask, I couldn’t help but smile. Was this handsome man truly mine?

“What’s going on…?” He questioned before slurping some of the soup.

“I… I’m not sure what you’re referring to…” I hummed.

“You made me promise you not to miss dinners… But you’ve been late a lot lately… This isn’t like you…” He explained before having more soup. He shook his head to himself before getting eerily still, dropping the spoon in his hand. The soup splashed and the spoon clanked as it hit the bottom of the bowl. He looked straight at me with wide eyes, his already pale complexion growing even more so. “Kessho… Are you… Unhappy with me?” Those eyes of his grew glassy with his bottom lip starting to tremble.

“Kakashi…” I sighed. “I’m not unhappy… I love you.” I smiled before having some of my soup.

“Then what’s going on Kessho?” His face scrunched as he moved around some of the chicken in his soup.

“The jutsu will let me-” I shivered with my teeth clattering. The soup started to finally warm me up as I drank more of the broth. “Detect where anyone is by the way of the barrier.” I explained. “If they’re in Konoha, I can see them… Know exactly where they are.” I gulped down some more broth, trying to stop myself from shivering.

“But why are you working so hard on this?” He wondered. “You made yourself sick.”

“To protect them…” I looked to my two beautiful boys. Asuma started to lift the bowl to his lips, broth spilling everywhere. When there was no more broth in the bowl, he wiped his face with his forearm before smiling brightly at me. Obito watched the entire thing, so he did the same thing, repeating his brother’s mistake. It was amusing to watch despite the mess. Following their lead, I started drinking the broth straight from the bowl. Once I finished, I noticed Kakashi had done the same.

“I’ll clean them up. Go put on a yukata so I can take you to the hospital.” He instructed. I pushed up against the table to help myself stand. Everything ached while walking, but I pushed through to let Kakashi worry about Obito and Asuma. When I finally reached the closet, I slipped into the first yukata I saw before dragging myself back onto the bed.

When I woke up, there was an IV in my hand and the brightness of the room was blinding. “How are you feeling?” Kakashi murmured before reaching out for my hand to press a kiss to it.

“You didn’t need to stay… You have work to do…” I grumbled while trying to sit up, my head feeling a little dizzy with my back full of sweat.

“I have a shadow clone at the office, now… How are you feeling?” He questioned again. While stretching and popping my shoulders I could feel the ache in my muscles lessened.

“Better…” I hummed with my eyes closed. When I opened them, I finally noticed my two babes resting at the foot of my hospital bed. “Don’t go tiring yourself out either…” I warned while looking at my husband from the corner of my eyes. He stood up from the chair and took a couple steps towards me to close the gap between us. His hand gripped my jaw, squeezing my cheeks and tilting my head up to meet his eyes.

“You don’t really have room to talk here.” He huffed before bending over to press bare lips to my ear. “And come home on time… We’re still trying to make a baby here… Aren’t we?” I could feel him smirk against my ear as his hand smoothed over my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear. His lips pressed to my forehead before raising his mask.

Turning back to Asuma and Obito, I noticed them starting to wake up. Asuma rubbed his eyes with his tiny little fists, and Obito started to crawl up and lay on my leg, resting his chin on my thigh with big wide eyes. “I’m almost done…” I told him while watching Asuma crawl up to me.

“Kessho… You’re of no use to them if you’re sick and can’t take care of them.” He scolded as I help Asuma sit up on my lap.

“You’re right.” I sighed while combing my fingers through Asuma’s hair. “I’m sorry.” I watched Kakashi from behind my lashes.

“I’m not asking you to stop working on the jutsu… Just ease up.” He half smiled behind his mask as I felt my nose start to run.

Miss fucking me that badly? I thought to him, watching his grin widen.

“I’ll answer you where you don’t have snot on your face.” He chuckled before standing up. I watched him walk around my bed and head towards the door.

“Wait…” I whined. With his hands in his pockets he looked over his shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“To get you some tissues my beloved snot face.” He teased before waving off.

“If I had a pillow I’d throw it at you!” I called out, immediately regretting it with my throat aching more. Just as I was about to turn away to tend to my two precious babes, Tenzo walked through the door with a vase that held a mixture of red primroses and yellow camellias. The assortment was complimented with some greenery and a few white smaller flowers that I wasn’t quite sure what they were, but the entire thing seemed very… Tenzo.

“Are you doing ok?” He wondered while placing the vase on the table by the bed.

“Yea… A lot better than this morning.” I replied as I watched him pull up a chair. Asuma started to reach out with both hands to where Tenzo sat. “Looks like someone missed you.” I smiled as I watched Tenzo reach out and pick Asuma up. Obito started to crawl up towards me, sitting on my lap where Asuma last was but instead he rested his head on my chest.

“I’m glad.” Tenzo gently held Asuma in place with a hand on his back as Asuma reached up trying to tug on his face protector. Reaching over, I took the protector off before smoothing over his cheek for a moment. When I noticed the blush on his cheeks, I handed the piece of metal to Asuma.

“Thank you for the flowers… They’re beautiful.” I spoke quietly, my voice starting to feel a little hoarse. Kakashi came back in with a box of tissues, which I quickly reached out for as I felt the mucus start to reach my top lip. After blowing my nose some and wiping my face, I let myself rest back on the pillow with Obito still laying on me. “When can I leave?” I wondered while watching Kakashi stand behind Tenzo.

“Tomorrow morning if you continue to get better.” Kakashi mentioned while leaning up against the chair with his hand firmly planted on the back.

“Hey Tenzo…” I reached out to hold his hand with my other resting on the back of Obito’s head. “Why don’t you come over for dinner once I’m better?”

“Sure… That sounds good.” He smiled brightly which I didn’t get to see all that often with my time working with him. I felt at peace, surrounded by my family, so I let my heavy eyes shut.

#kakashi #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi fluff #domestic kakashi

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