#me fanfic

[commander-krios]

A Safe Place

Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: Female Shepard & Jeff "Joker" Moreau Rating: Teen Summary: Jeff Moreau is her best friend, her safe place in a galaxy full of war. And he'll always be there to catch her. Words: 2481 Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Post-Akuze, Mild Gore, Trauma, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Disabled Character, Scars, Healing/Recovering Injury, Survivor's Guilt

Read on AO3

September 2177, Tiptree, St. Luke System, Llewyn Nebula

As Aurora Shepard pulled the shirt over her head, her eyes were drawn to the scars trailing down her back. Red puckered scar tissue several shades darker than her skin tone twisted in a gruesome design across her back. Thresher maw acid burned into tissue, muscle. Searing pain that made her claw at her skin. The accompanying sting when she rolled in the sandy dirt in an attempt to rid herself of the acid.

Shaking the memories from her mind, she braced her hands against the sink and watched the water swirl in the bowl. It’d only been a few weeks since Akuze, since fifty marines died in a sandy mass grave, and it still haunted her at every turn.

The sight of a suspiciously flat patch of ground. The howl of the wind. The tremble of the earth beneath her feet. 

She’d never be rid of the desperate fear, of the regret she felt every time she glimpsed her reflection, knowing that there were fifty men and women who’d never have the chance again. 

Why was she spared the same gruesome fate?

When Shepard glanced in the mirror, a blank expression stared back. Dull yellow light only deepened the dark circles under her eyes, the bruises on her chin. She may have survived the maw on Akuze, but there were far worse scars she carried. She could still hear Toombs’ screams as the maw pulled him beneath the sand, fingers bloody as he tried to pull himself out. Seeing his terror, hearing her name on his lips as the sand choked him-

Shuddering, she turned away from her reflection, letting the memories fade into nothing but wisps. She’d promised Anderson not to dwell on them, fearing that she might lose herself in the past and neglect the present. She tried to heed the advice, but the dark recesses of her mind called out, tempting her back into swallowing despair.

Tonight, there’d be no sleep.

So instead, she walked.

Tiptree was never quiet.

Aurora supposed the colony was comforting in its own way: the bugs chirping in the fields, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the cry of a wild animal in the distance. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She’d never had the chance to enjoy the stillness of a summer night, not when the majority of her life was spent on space stations and starships. Not when she was shuttled between missions, a helmet on her head and a commander in her ear.

She’d never seen the stars planetside before. To her surprise, they looked the same from a viewport, but that didn’t make them any less beautiful. Bright, burning pinpoints of light she would never tire staring at. 

Shepard shivered, the summer wind blowing through her thin shirt. She wrapped her arms around herself, her fingers catching the edge of her raw scars and she flinched, nearly biting her tongue as the pain seared her nerves. She’d been shot, stabbed, burned before in different situations with an array of different weapons. They all hurt like hell, but the pain easily passed with some pills and medigel. Sometimes, she would need minor surgery to remove shrapnel, but the medical technology was the best it'd ever been. Most times it didn’t scar.

But thresher maws weren’t bullets or thermal burns. 

She’d have those scars for the rest of her life.

The porch swing was cool against her skin as she sat, goosebumps rising along her arms and legs. She didn’t rub them away, fearing more pain if she nudged her scars. Instead, she rested her elbows on her knees, her face settling in her hands as she fought the urge to cry.

Jeff was so kind. After she’d woken up on Arcturus Station, he was there by her hospital bed, willing to be the one to help her through the pain and trauma. 

I owe you, he’d said. For all the times you’ve helped me.

Aurora had wanted to argue with him, but she’d been in agony and beyond exhausted, afraid to sleep alone with no protection against the shadows that lurked around every corner. He’d barely left her side since the Alliance had rescued her, the least she could do was give him the opportunity to feel useful. If it meant something to him, then it did to her as well.

In the end, it didn’t change the fact that sleep still eluded her, the terror that clung to her since Akuze refused to release its claws and let her rest.

There’d been nowhere for her stay while she recovered. Hannah Shepard had long ago sold their apartment on Arcturus, the majority of her time spent aboard spaceships working. Daniel hadn’t returned to the space station since Elysium, preferring the company of his boyfriend and their small apartment in Vancouver. And Aurora…well, she hadn’t called anywhere home for some time. 

Mr. Moreau had offered to take her in, assuring her that she could rest in the quiet comfort of Tiptree, that he would make sure no one came knocking. His wife was a doctor if she was concerned about being a burden which was a preposterous thought to begin with.

Then there was Jeff, who didn’t even have to do much to convince her to come stay in his childhood home with his rambunctious kid sister. 

Now she was sitting outside of their home in the dark, the rest of the house asleep, while she dealt with the nightmares she saw whether she closed her eyes or not. She didn’t know how long a human could go without sleep, but she figured now was as good a time as any to find out.

Rubbing her eyes, she tried to imagine something else, anything to distract her, but the only thing that came to mind was the friend who wouldn’t give up on her, no matter what happened.

Jeff Moreau was the only person who didn’t care that her mother was Hannah Shepard, or that Admiral Steven Hackett was her stepfather, or that she was a biotic. He saw her for who she was, not what she was, and the more she thought about it, thought about him, the more she realized that she was just a scared girl who relied on those that were so much better than her.

You don’t deserve him, not as a friend, and certainly not as something more.

She roughly wiped a stray tear from her cheek and glanced up at the night sky once more, her fingers drifting to the crystal star dangling from the chain on her neck. It was nights like this when she’d think of her father, of when the two of them would stare out the enormous viewing windows on Arcturus and he’d tell her which solar system each pinprick of light came from. He’d visited some of them once, a long time before she and her brother were born. 

She remembered being afraid that he regretted his choice, to stay on the space station with her and Daniel, to relegate his research to a lab and not be out among the stars like their mother was. But he didn’t.

“You and Daniel are my greatest triumphs and most beloved treasures.”

Aurora wondered if he still felt the same. If, wherever he was, he looked at her accomplishments and was proud.

Someone should be proud of her, at least.

The creak of wood planks alerted her that she was no longer alone and she tensed, ready to fight if need be. The glow of the porch light illuminated Jeff in the dark as he leaned on his crutches, his hair a mess of ginger strands, shadows hiding his face but she knew, as she gazed at him in the dim light, that he couldn’t sleep either. She only hoped it wasn’t because of her.

Her heart pounded a painful beat in her chest when he silently sat beside her on the bench, a baggy hoodie keeping him warm in the chilly night. His hands were tucked into the pockets, his gaze on the sky above, the stars a sight to behold on solid ground. Silence stretched between them, comfortable and familiar, and they slipped into it with open arms, neither needing words to feel the connection between them. 

“You’re quiet.” He said eventually, breaking through the quiet before it turned awkward. His eyes were hidden from view when she glanced at him, ignoring the painful pull of her scars. “Something on your mind?”

So much. But there was too much pain to share at this point. Besides the fact that she didn’t know where to start, unburdening her worries would only add to the issues he had. With the smallest of grins on her face, something that was impossible not to have around him, she glanced sideways at him. “That’s what my therapist is for.”

He rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, it’s the ‘best one in the Alliance’.”

“Oh, so you’ve met her too?” Aurora sighed, the anxiety untangling its vines slightly from around her lungs. She could breathe a little easier in Jeff’s presence.

“Alliance mandated therapy sessions after my run in with Nate Doyle all those years ago. That was fun.”

There was no missing the sarcasm. 

He bumped her good arm with his shoulder, soft enough that she barely moved but the touch was welcome, comforting… she didn’t realize how much she missed their easy comradery. “Come on. Spilling your guts to me won’t result in being discharged from the Navy.”

“I’m a Marine, Jeff.” 

“Hey, it’s all run by the same assholes. Just humor me. You wouldn’t believe the amount of people aboard the SSV Benjamin Davis that have no sense of humor… it’s an epidemic, Aurora.” 

“My mother commands that ship.” She said with a laugh. The sound was almost foreign to her ears, but the smile stayed.

He grinned at her in triumph. “I know.”

Rolling her eyes, she bumped him back, a bark of a laugh escaping her. It felt good to laugh, so good in fact that she felt guilty for doing so when there were fifty marines who couldn’t do the same anymore. Not when they were sinking into the sands of Akuze, nothing but putrid damaged bodies, nothing left worth recovering-

“Hey.”

Blinking back tears, Aurora realized Jeff was watching her, those green eyes she sought comfort in so many times studying every twitch of her eyes, every wrinkle in her brow, every gasp of breath between her lips.

“I’m here, Rori. You don’t have to do this alone.” He covered her shaking hands with one of his one, pressing down to help still the tremors. “We’re a team, remember?”

“Jeff, I-” She hastily wiped a tear before it could fall, hating how easy it was for her to hide behind the Shepard persona. The very one that her mother so diligently helped craft. Because if Hannah Shepard was anything, it was a woman who didn’t abide weakness in her children.

Life on Tiptree was different from life on Arcturus. It was peaceful, far from the politics of the Citadel or the Alliance military. Far from the horrors of war or death. It was tempting to consider the possibility of disappearing here. After everything with Elysium and then Akuze, she wondered if she’d get away with it… disappearing. 

She’d never do it, she knew that. Not when so much of her young life, service to the Systems Alliance had been drilled into her. Not when her father had sacrificed so much to give her a life worth living.

“I’m sorry.” 

The words slipped out before she even realized she’d said them. She flinched at how weak her voice sounded, how weak she was, even after years in the military. If her mother could see her now.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.”

But it was. She didn’t know how he didn’t see that. After everything he knew of her, Jeff still saw the best parts.

“Don’t argue with me. Just look up.” Jeff whispered, pointing to some distant thing in the sky. When her eyes followed his finger, she saw the tail end of a comet as it completed its arc. “Shut up and make a wish.”

She considered her options, knowing what her instincts were screaming at her to say. To wish happiness for the galaxy, for peace or some other platitude that Jeff would immediately wave away with a scoff and frown. He wasn’t looking for a serious answer. He was providing her with a distraction. One she desperately needed like a lifeline.

Tapping her chin with a finger, she watched as a smile curled his lips. Good, he was hooked already. “A wish isn’t something to just blurt out into the dark like this, Jeff. It needs to be considered carefully, mulled over.”

“God, you love making games boring, don’t you?”

“Take that back right now.”

“What are you going to do? It’s not like you can tickle me without breaking at least one of my bones.” He lifted his hands, wiggling his fingers mockingly. “And your fancy superpowers are off limits, freak.”

A surprised laugh escaped her and she found that, this time, it didn’t hurt so much. “Ouch. Not holding back tonight?”

“Make a wish, Shepard.”

Sighing, she glanced up at the sky again, realizing that this was what home was. Not the place, not really. But the people she carried with her. In her thoughts and in her heart. Her father: who was now resting after a lifetime of fighting. Her twin: who was out there fighting the same battles she was. And Jeff Moreau, her best friend… the first person she could count on when the shit hit the fan.

“I wish… to have more nights like this.” 

With you.

She couldn’t say it, not when it was mushy and Jeff didn’t do the touchy feely emotional shit. But she knew nothing would be the same without her best friend.

“Well, we can but you need to promise me one thing.”

She glanced at him, eyebrow raised curiously, knowing that whatever came out of his mouth was most likely going to be insulting. It wouldn’t be Jeff if it wasn’t. “What?”

“You need to stop trying to get yourself killed, Rori. I’m too young and beautiful for grey hair.”

She laughed, resisting the urge to shove him. He was terrible, but he made her feel normal, accepted, and alive. It was selfish, but she needed him to keep going, however long that was. “That’s a tall order, Moreau. Didn’t you say you wanted to fly my future ship? How are you going to keep your luscious hair doing that?”

“With me at your back, you can’t lose.”

Funnily enough, she trusted him so much that she believed him.

#my writing #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #me fanfic #femshep #aurora shepard #shepard #f!shepard #jeff joker moreau #joker moreau #aurora x joker #akuze

[sockodot]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, side-James Vega/Tali'Zorah nar Rayya Characters: Garrus Vakarian, Male Shepard (Mass Effect), Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, James Vega Additional Tags: Didn't Know They Were Dating, Oblivious Garrus, Getting Together, Domestic Fluff, Post-Canon, i mean that oblivious tag, poor Shepard, Adorkable Garrus Series: Part 3 of Mshakarian Summary:

Tali and James come to visit Garrus and Shepard on the Citadel. In doing so, Garrus realizes he's been missing something.

#mass effect #me fanfic #shakarian #mshakarian #my writing #mass effect fanfiction #eric/garrus

[qupshalfempty]

Hi fellow mass effect writer! May I request some Tali x Fem reader showing and kissing their scars plss

AN: Yes this took forever, yes I became intimidated of writing for years, yes I'm apologizing for it, no I can't promise it won't happen again. Cheers.

Takes place in ME1, established relationship. I wanted to leave the scar placement vague but the reader does get 'kissed', hope you enjoy. Comfort Drabble in 3rd person POV.

Words: 369

Tali'Zorah X Reader - Scars Drabble

Your scars were never the topic of conversation and she was always too nervous to ask out of respect, so it never came up. Although now looking at your state she wishes she did, at least she'd know what to do. As she entered the small bunk you stood upright, fixing your uniform in a rush and pointedly not meeting her eyes. You're staring at your feet, though she can still see the visible tear tracks down your cheeks.

"Ahem, hi Tali, lunch al-ready..? Ahem.."

At your fumbling Tali's helmet tilted rightward and you could tell she wasn't buying it.

"Are you alright?"

Her voice translator rang out, you sighed, running a hand through your hair; knowing it wasn't a question.

"I'm just looking at myself and wishing they were gone. I hate the reminder…"

She hummed, you've still yet to look up and meet her eyes- well, helmet. You made no move to leave or speak, she doesn't pry and instead she takes a couple steps forward. You spare a glance and see the light glow of her eyes staring back, from what little you could see with the light reflecting on her visor, her brow was pinched in concern.

"Well, whenever I look at you I see someone brave, who's fought their way to get here. And-"

She wrapped her silk suited arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace. "I'm glad you made it."

Back to chest, you leaned into the affection. Sighing with a small smile on your face, you take a second to relish it and close your eyes… Before you feel the glass of her helmet 'bonk!' your right shoulder. Your eyes meet hers in the mirror, an eyebrow of hers raised.

"Thank you Tali." Seeing your smile and figuring you felt better, she squeezed you in her embrace then let go. You leaned back, seeking her comfort just for her to grab your hand with a giggle as you pouted.

"Lunch?"

Both yours and her days were busy so having what little time you could when your lunches align is a miracle and like hell were you missing it. Your smile grows as you squeeze her gloved hand and leave the bunks.

"Absolutely."

#mass effect fanfiction #mass effect x reader #qupwrites #comfort drabble #me fanfic #tali zorah #tali zorah x reader #tali'zorah

[pinkplasticprincess]

Me: *portrays my fell Papyrus driving a hearse as his vehicle of choice*

Also me: The heauxs gon looove this /ref

#underfell papyrus #undertale fanfiction #me fanfic #living proof #edge Underfell #hearse

[cutegirlmayra]

Am I currently working on another Metallic Need chapter? Yes. It is true lol

#metallic need #me fanfic #me works #me writing #me update

[antivanruffles]

Who: Corinne Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: T

Tags: pre-relationship, ME1, feelings realization, canon divergence,

Summary: Three times Kaidan helped Shepard realize that being different wasn't always a bad thing.

A/N: Some Shenko fluff for the Year of the OTP event. Ailin belongs to @cursedwithgloriouspurpose. Both Ailin and Corinne are part of our Family Matters AU, you can read more of that HERE you like.

____________________________

The first time she realized Kaidan was different, it was because she felt heard.  

Corinne, as her sister, Ailin, would always happily point out, was a nerd. She had never been the most socially adept person, it just wasn't her strength. She had grown into her rank and title to (hopefully) become an effective leader, but that didn't mean it got any easier to deal with people. It just meant she could play the role and follow regulations. She still felt like an awkward teenager sometimes, jealous of her sister's natural social graces.  But not every situation followed the regs and people rarely went by protocol; they were generally unpredictable, and full of surprises. Which was why Corinne had always preferred tech and machines and math, that was straightforward, never messy or confusing. Corinne always knew what she could expect. 

That was why she had become an engineer. It just made sense. Even if she couldn't be totally sure she was a good commander, a good leader, she could say she was a damn good engineer. In that regard she had blossomed in the Alliance, with all the newest toys at her disposal. She no longer had to scrounge and save, buying used parts to piecemeal something together. Something that was always an approximation and never at its best. That was why she was so utterly infatuated with the Normandy. Everything about it was a marvel, top of the line, and cutting edge. Nothing piecemeal about it. She would spend hours going over the ship from tip to tail if she could. The newest toy she could imagine. It gave her something to obsess over and something to talk about. Much to Ailin's chagrin. 

Corinne often could be found poking around various parts of the ship, tinkering and learning all she could about it. So it was that Kaidan stumbled over her one day, and simply asked her what she was doing; clearly amused at finding the commander lodged half way under a console like a grease monkey under the hood of a transport ship. 

She didn't think about her reply, just answered his question as she shimmied out to fully look at him. Her answer wasn't diluted, just an honest response with more technobabble than she might use with her sister. Not to discredit her sister, because Corinne knew Ailin was capable and smart, but she didn't really care about how tech or machinery worked, just so long as it did. Because of that Corinne was used to a certain level of detachment when she babbled about the more intricate workings of something. Not that Ailin wouldn't listen, just that after a certain point her eyes would start to glaze over even as she nodded encouragingly. 

Kaidan, however, listened intently, asking questions as she spouted off more and more facts and anecdotes about the marvel of the SR-1. Eventually Corinne came to herself and realized she had gone off on a tangent even Adams would find tedious. She rose slowly from where she had been crouched on the ground and awkwardly rubbed her hands on her thighs, uncaring of the streaks of grease and crime she left behind.

She didn't expect malice, only a certain brand of boredom that she had grown accustomed to over the years when she got too carried away. Corinne could feel the embarrassment settling in, worried she had taken up too much of Shenko's time, and it was only because he was too polite to interrupt his commanding officer that he hadn't stopped her to tell her she was rambling. 

"Sorry," she said to the floor. "I didn't mean to take up so much of your time, Lieutenant." 

She looked up at his huffed laugh and found nothing but genuine interest in his eyes. Corinne wasn't used to that. People could be kind, she knew, but it was rare she found someone who managed to keep up with her. It seemed like Alenko had. 

#shenko #kaidan alenko #mass effect #me1 #fshenko #ME fanfic #femshep #corinne shepard #family matters AU

[whimsyswastry]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @satashiiwrites 💛💛💛

**Today is a short snippet because I don’t want to give away too much, but I love it. Very rough though.

The ground rumbled beneath them, shaking the memory out of her head. The three soldiers stared at one another in silence as the rumble intensified. After what seemed like forever, the rumble finally faded. Shepard was the first to speak. "Did...did we know there were earthquakes on this planet?"

"Do we know that was an earthquake?" Vega asked.

Shepard's chest tightened at the insinuation. He was right. They were on the trail of a Reaper-killer. The earthshaking rumble could be the pot of gold at the end of their rainbow. Or, more likely, the painful death that would swiftly follow finding the esoteric creature.

#whimsy writes #operation leviathan #this has been the hardest chapter to write #but it’s almost done #and then I can move on to drafted chapters #this is the chapter that I skipped writing during nano and am now deeply regretting it 🤣 #mass effect #me fanfic

[oneterribletruth]

Constellation and Stardust?

constellation - Does your Shepard have a family? Are they alive? she does! it's...awkward though, as many family dynamics are. Nova's mom (Hannah my beloved) is still alive and still in the Alliance, even post ME3. She wants desperately to rekindle her relationship with her daughter, but Nova is standoffish at best with her. Between her mother being in and out of her life, the abusive situation with her father, and the strained relations that formed around the time that Nova started acting out, it's tough to be around each other and act like it's all water under the bridge. Conversations are brief at best, nonexistent at worst. There was a reason Nova didn't let her mother know that she was alive after she died in ME2. As for her father, he is now dead. He died a little before Nova passed her N4 test, from sickness. Nova came to watch him go, only after Adeline prompted her to do so. She and her dad were on bad terms before he died, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't glad he was gone. Extended family is only on her father's side. Her mother didn't have any, growing up as an orphan. After shit comes out that Gabriel was an abuser (after his death), it just got really awkward to spend time around them, and easier to not.

stardust - What kind of clothes do they usually wear off-duty? I answered in another post for her casual, but I wanted to answer this again for some formal wear! It's...not easy to get her into formal wear that is not her dress blues (and even those are difficult as hell to get on her, there better be a good goddamn reason that she's gotta get dressed in all that), but she has been known, on occasion, to wear a (usually black) button up and vest to a formal event. There are oral accounts of her wearing a dress, but a picture had never been taken--until the Casino, that is. She wore a floor length grey and black dress with an open back that Liara had picked out. There was definitely a fight. Liara won. The crew is mostly convinced that she doesn't have legs, for all that they've never seen them. Only Liara knows what they look like under there XD

#thanks for the ask! #mass effect #femshep #me fanfic #shepard asks #out of orbit #send me an ask! #fanfic ask game #cw: domestic abuse

[impishbiscuit]

wip wednesday

Tagged by both @scorpioink77 and @ravenstrange so I hope this is what yall wanted!

The most unusual thing about the certified disaster that is Mindoir is the rumors coming from captured batarian prisoners from West Edge, a rapidly growing large town on the northwestern shoreline of the bigger of the planet’s two continents. West Edge is known for fertile soil, kind winds, and the cold, rocky shores of the bay it was built on. Its isolation is partial, protected from the harshest gales by tall crags a few dozen kilometers to the east of the city, and wide swaths of something like pine forest blanket the surrounding area for almost as far as the eye can see. It’s a relatively cold haven on a hot planet. If it wasn’t for frequent rainstorms and long monsoon seasons feeding the many watersheds of the planet, Mindoir would no doubt dry out. West Edge, on the other hand, would likely remain lush.

West Edge, with its silver-barked pines and cooler weather and mountains, bears a striking resemblance to some of Earth’s more temperate climates, a small, rocky haven on a planet with wet, sweeping plains and rainforests aplenty. It’s a town with potential to be a tourist destination in the future, a perfect spot for resorts and hiking and outdoors adventures, a welcome respite to both off-world visitors and other residents of Mindoir—or it had potential, more accurately.

And now Anderson is hearing rumors that West Edge is haunted.

“Dare I ask why the batarians think West Edge is haunted?”

The private shuffles in place, eyes flicking downwards. This is the first time he’s been at a batarian raid site, and what a doozy of a first time. Anderson would almost feel sorry for him if he didn’t feel worse for the colonists. “They, er, say that buildings and their equipment keep catching on fire. Sir.”

Anderson scoffs. “I’ve seen their maintenance protocols. I’d be surprised if this doesn’t happen frequently.”

“Several of them also say they saw a ghost, sir.” The private winces, ducking into his shoulders and clearly knowing how ridiculous this sounds.

“So batarians also get schizophrenia,” Anderson comments with nothing more than a raised brow, though his mind whirls. One batarian hallucinating a manifestation of his own guilt is one thing; multiple saying the same is suspect.

A ghost, though? Anderson can’t help but wonder if there’s a bug in the translation software.

Tagging @wanderingaldecaldo and @steelphoto but very gently.

#writing tag #wip wednesday #me fanfic #mass effect fanfic #to be continued tm

[allegra-note]

Chapters: 27/27 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Garrus Vakarian/Original Female Character(s), Thane Krios/Original Female Character(s), Thane Krios/Garrus Vakarian Characters: Kolyat Krios, Armando-Owen Bailey, Nyreen Kandros, Kasumi Goto, Male Shepard (Mass Effect), Garrus Vakarian, Castis Vakarian, Solana Vakarian, Thane Krios, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, drugged, Drugging, Non-Graphic Violence, poorly written smut, seriously, It's my first real try at smut, don't expect much, Poorly Written Dom/Sub, Dom/sub, Smut, good girl, Poorly Written Electrostimulation, Erotic Electrostimulation, Poorly Written Wax Play, Wax Play, happy ever after, Happily Ever After, Happy Ending, i hope I got all the tags, if i didn't, let me know, Seriously this is my first real smut, don't judge me too hard, Werewolves, fated mates, Werewolf Mates Summary:

Andromeda is a werewolf who meets Garrus, and her wolf, Genesis, loses her mind. He's one of her mates. One of? Her line has an ability that's passed down through the generations- one female wolf every so often will be able to pick from any unmated male alpha. So, what will she do when an alien, of all people, is found to be one of those mates?

fanfiction masterlist

#andromeda quinn #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #mass effect fanfiction #me fanfic #me fanfiction #original character #werewolves #werewolf #werewolf mates #werewolf mate #fated mates #fated mates werewolf #fanfic #fanfiction #poorly written smut #read the tags please

[oatmilk-vampire]

Always the writer, never the reader.

#it's me #writers on tumblr #life of a writer #writers #writer #writer memes #writer mood #writing memes #writing #ao3 writer #fanfic #writeblr #author meme #author #writblr

[pixiemage]

Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.

Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.

RIP decency indeed.

#Archive of our Own #Ao3 #Ao3 Comments #Writing #Fanfiction #Fanfic Writing #I wrote over 100k on that fic before burnout took hold #I poured my heart into what I did manage to finish #adhd’s a bitch that doesn’t always let me write what I want to write but I got that far #don’t make me feel ashamed because you didn’t get to see the ending

[valentinos-pimp]

Based on one of the funniest scenes from @prince-liest’s fanfic series 666: Live on Air!

#it took like 7 minutes to recover from the laughter that inflicted on me #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hellaverse #hellaverse fanart #alastor #vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin fanfic #radiostatic #voxal #art #my art

[just-french-me-up]

this is a PSA for fic writers who haven't updated in a while :

there are fics out there I'm subscribed to that have gone double digit months without updating.

rest assured the moment those babies catapult an AO3 email my way i'm dropping from the face of the earth to sink my teeth into them

i'll wait, and so will your readers

#writing #writing nightmare #writeblr #writers #writer's problems #writing problems #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writers #this is a psa from me to me honestly #cause I have not abandoned my child #my brain is just suffering from my workload #mine

[pinkplasticprincess]

Are the boys in my fanfic open for asks?

YES. YES. PLEASE. I AM BEGGING. SEND ASKS FOR THEM. IT WOULD GIVE ME SO MUCH LIFE JUICE ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW WHILE I AM STRUGGLING

The boys:

Classic Sans- Sans

Classic Papyrus- Papyrus

Underfell Sans- Red

Underfell Papyrus- Edge

Underswap Sans (OC)- Chevalier

Underswap Papyrus- Carrot

Dream Sans- Dream

Inks Sans- Ink

You can also submit asks for other characters in my fanfic Living Proof!

#pinkplasticprincess #me writing #me stuff #me fanfic #living proof #undertale au x reader #sans au x reader

[gentil-minou]

Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

#i really think people have reached the point where they forget theres a person just like them who wrote the story #and it makes me sad its wonderful talking to authors #also this screenshot isnt mine i found it on twitter skkskfksk #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own