#Fanfiction net

[shinpikurage]

I don't even read fanfics anymore, I just read the tags and synopsis like it's morning paper

[andreainlove]

after a long long time i read an abandoned WIP (UNKNOWINGLY) and im like "oh boy we're so screwed"

it was last updated on 2018. fuck.

[elleldoe]

This might be a controversial take, but as much as I love Ao3 and consider it superior to other fanfiction sites out there, there is one thing that FFnet did better. Public vs. private stats. I love how the hit count isn't public, only comments, favs, and follows are. And, I love kudos on Ao3, but imo they shouldn't be public either.

[nia-s-randomness]

Y'all I just had the most cliche fanfic writer moment of all...

So I'm writing my fanfic, right? And there's a moment where a guy gets zoinked into space without any special gear or anything.

Now my search history is forever tainted with questionable questions...

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Peaceful Nights

Summary:

Ponyboy lightly kicked the frame of the doorway, catching Johnny's attention. Johnny looked up, a smile appearing on his face. "Pony, you're home early!" He looked happy. Calm and happy. Ponyboy couldn't help but to smile as he pushed off the doorway and made his way towards his partner. Johnny was happy to accept the partial hug over the back of the couch and a kiss to the cheek before Ponyboy responded. "I got done grading papers early, figured we could make dinner together and have a good, nice, relaxing night in for once." Ponyboy told him. Johnny's eyes lit up, something that Ponyboy had been noticing a little more every time that he and Johnny did something domestic together.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: PB/J shipping

Characters: Ponyboy Curtis/Johnny Cade

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,239

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

|| Ao3 || Fanfiction Net ||

Written for the February Valentines Gift Exchange run by @outsiders-gift-exchanges. Written specifically for @always-devon! I hope you enjoy! (Also, if you have an Ao3, I would love to gift you this fic on Ao3!)

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"Johnny!" Ponyboy called into the quiet apartment upon walking in. "I'm home!" He continued as he shut the door behind him. It was chilly outside and he had been glad to escape it when he did. It was supposed to rain later, and that just wasn't something Ponyboy wanted to walk in.

Glory, they really needed to get their car fixed soon… or well, Ponyboy really needed to get their car fixed soon. He would be glad when he didn't have to walk everyday to work.

Ponyboy took a moment to stop and listen. There was faint music playing in the living room. Once he toed his shoes off and hung up his jacket by the door, he'd made his way towards the aforementioned room in curiosity.

Johnny hadn't responded yet, which was fine. Some days, Johnny didn't like raising his voice loud enough for Ponyboy to hear him, no matter what room Johnny was in, or even if his partner was right at the door.

Ponyboy reached the living room in three strides, taking a moment to pause and smile. Johnny was sitting on the couch, his legs laid out comfortably in front of him with a blanket laid out overtop of them and a sketchpad laid over his lap. The radio was set up just beside Johnny, and Ponyboy could also understand if Johnny just hadn't heard him.

Ponyboy lightly kicked the frame of the doorway, catching Johnny's attention. Johnny looked up, a smile appearing on his face.

"Pony, you're home early!" He looked happy. Calm and happy. Ponyboy couldn't help but to smile as he pushed off the doorway and made his way towards his partner. Johnny was happy to accept the partial hug over the back of the couch and a kiss to the cheek before Ponyboy responded.

"I got done grading papers early, figured we could make dinner together and have a good, nice, relaxing night in for once." Ponyboy told him. Johnny's eyes lit up, something that Ponyboy had been noticing a little more every time that he and Johnny did something domestic together.

It made his heart squeeze in hurt as much as it swelled him with love.

"That sounds nice," Johnny smiled. "Will you help me if I can't move on my own?" He asked, glancing towards his sketchbook and moving to close it gently. It was the one thing that Johnny treated like porcelain, with how much he cherished it.

"Of course," Ponyboy responded, leaning down a bit and pressing a kiss to Johnny's hairline. Ponyboy smirked as Johnny flushed, making his dark skin just the slightest bit darker.

Ponyboy got up, moving towards the kitchen so that he could find their cookbook, something that he'd found in the attic when he was moving out of his childhood home; his mother's recipe book. He'd wanted to give it to Sodapop or Darry, but both of his brothers had insisted that he take it. Claiming something about him making more use out of it then they would.

Ponyboy was more than happy to use it. A lot of the recipes were in fact getting good use inside his and Johnny's home.

"Pone, I need help!" Johnny called, his voice sounded a little strained. Ponyboy grabbed a bottle of water to place on their kitchen table before walking towards the living room. He'd missed seeing Johnny's wheelchair the first time, but Johnny had pulled it from where it would have had to been placed next to the couch.

Ponyboy's eyes darted over the situation, checking quickly to make sure that Johnny hadn't fallen and Ponyboy had somehow missed it. He hadn't, thankfully. Johnny was glaring at the wheelchair like it had wronged him, his legs bent up onto the couch so that he could move, or from his attempt at moving.

"Help me, please?" Johnny asked, and Ponyboy nodded with a smile.

"Always." He moved to the other side of the couch, bending down and scooping Johnny up and quickly transferring him over to his wheelchair. Johnny didn't like it when Ponyboy carried him places, preferring to use his wheelchair. Ponyboy was fine with that.

It helped let him know when Johnny genuinely wanted, or even needed, help.

"Alright, what are we feeling for tonight?" Ponyboy asked, once Johnny was seated comfortably, passing Johnny his blanket which he then draped over his lap. He waited until Johnny had unlocked the wheels. Ponyboy followed him into the kitchen.

"Could we make lasagna?" Ponyboy hummed, moving to the cookbook to flip through it as Johnny stopped at the kitchen table. "Or, wait, no…" Ponyboy looked up, catching Johnny flush slightly before continuing. "Could we make a Pasta?"

"Do you want to choose which one?" Ponyboy offered, turning a bit more to face Johnny a little better.

"Could I?" Johnny asked. Ponyboy moved to bring the cookbook to Johnny, offering it with a smile. Johnny happily took it from him, and Ponyboy pushed up and sat on the table, giving a grin to Johnny when the other playfully glared at him.

He watched Johnny, a smile on his face, as he skimmed through the pasta recipes. There was no doubt that Johnny would call him out on his staring soon, but he was allowing it for now.

He liked admiring his partner.

"This one?" Johnny asked, passing the cookbook back to Ponyboy, who hummed and he took it back and turned it so he could read it which one Johhny had chosen. He read over the recipe, and nodded with acceptance.

"We definitely can," Ponyboy pushed himself off the table, humming as he moved to set the cookbook up on the counter at the very least. "Do you want to help, or just talk about your day?" Ponyboy asked, eyes darting to where he knew the ingredients were all stored away.

"Could I sit nearby?" Johnny asked, and Ponyboy nodded. "Can…" Johnny cut himself off. Ponyboy, who had been searching around for the pasta noodles that he knew for certain they had, stopped and turned towards Johnny who looked unsure. Ponyboy watched, momentarily, as Johnny looked towards the counter with a tilt of his head in interest. "Can I sit on the counter while you cook?" Johnny asked, and Ponyboy smiled reassuringly.

"Of course, want me to transfer you? Or how do you want to get there?" Ponyboy responded, his mind jumping to grab the radio from the living room so that Johnny could control what they listened too. Johnny hummed, tilting his head to the side just slightly.

"Will you move me? Carrying allowed," Johnny said. Ponyboy turned fully, moving towards Johnny who had wheeled backwards a little. Ponyboy waited until Johnny nodded and had reached over a little. He lifted Johnny and moved towards the counter, setting Johnny down.

He waited until Johnny had adjusted and settled before moving to grab the radio from the living room and to move Johnny's wheelchair to the corner of the room that they had designated for it when they first moved in.

Johnny was happy to accept both his blanket, which Ponyboy grabbed on his way back into the kitchen, and the radio. He was quick to turn it on and lower the volume to what could only be considered as 'barely on'. Ponyboy smiled at him before moving back to the cookbook to double check what he needed so that he could start on dinner.

[katsuky21421]

[miyaareadsfanfiction]

School Days by Meowmers

🔗 read here 🔗

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

I’m curious how do fanfic writers feel about fanfic translators? Because I am a translator and I just want to share the fanfics I love with people who speak my language but don’t understand English.

Oh gosh it was supposed to say "How do you feel about having your fic translated" XDD my autocorrect failed me

[cinephile-4-ever]

urmm... I can explain...

[shinpikurage]

Hate when people use the excuse against a rarepair that they wouldn't even come close to meeting... This is Genshin we're talking about, the most random characters could meet in any event

[amebanworld]

Okay, what's wrong with all those wannabe artists on Fanfition.net that keep sending PM offering comissions?

[aycadrawx]

Writers, please hear me out..

I cannot stop thinking about Sukuna and Makima in bro-sis relationship. They both dangerous sexy characters and have similar slaughtering people power (you got what I mean). And there is Gojo, big enemy of Sukuna. She works with Gojo. Nobody knows Makima related with Sukuna, including him. She tries to manipulate Yuuji, tries to be friend with him but Gojo senses something and always stop her. End of the story, Gojo realize Makima is also villain that she helps Sukuna at his plan. In the big gojo x sukuna fight, maybe surprising thing comes up, who knows? Broken heart, betrayal, enemies to lovers or lovers to enemies? This is the best crossover ever.

[nia-s-randomness]

when Ao3's about to go down for maintenance but you check the time and you're gonna be asleep during that time anyway...

(im vibin frfr)

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Halloween Traditions

Summary:

“What are you planning on making?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy could see him glancing at him from the corner of his eye. Of course Tubbo would side eye him while trying to gather information. Chayanne and Tallulah were whispering to each other, glancing towards the oven with hungry expressions. “A surprise.” Tommy responded, laughing as Tubbo pouted. “Boo-boy, keep him outta the fridge? He’ll try sneak a look.” Tommy pointed at Ranboo, who only smiled and nodded. Tommy could only hope that they would actually keep Tubbo out of the fridge and not try help him figure out what Tommy was baking that night. Tommy was quick to disappear further in the house, trying his best to escape the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, disappearing to his room to sleep before dinner for a bit.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff! Hinted/Implied Found Family

Characters:

TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF)

Toby Smith | Tubbo

Niki | Nihachu

Tallulah (QSMP)

Chayanne (QSMP)

Mentioned Phil Watson | Philza

Mentioned Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,167

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

|| Ao3 || Fanfiction Net ||

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Tommy snickered as he watched Ranboo stop in the doorway, head tilting back slightly as they no doubt looked around the entryway. He knew that Philza had probably gone even further out now that they’d ‘recruited’ Ranboo into staying with them. He had, purposefully, forgotten to mention it to Ranboo, but Philza loves holidays. He loved any excuse to decorate, inside or outside, the house. There were exception holidays, everyone should have exception holidays in Tommy’s mind. Made living so much more bearable.

“Are you going inside or not!” Tommy called out, laughing as Ranboo shook their head, glancing back at Tommy with wide and excited eyes, their hands were shaking and the couple bags, that Tubbo needed for whatever baking he, Chayanne, and Techno needed, were swinging slightly from the sudden movement of Ranboo’s hands. Tommy laughed as Ranboo disappeared into the house, grabbing his own bags for his own baking adventure that night, and shut the trunk of the car.

He would have to return Niki’s keys later, and reassure her that not a single scratch was on the car. It had been hard enough convincing her that it was important, it was her first holiday here too, without telling her why. Of course, Tubbo and Chayanne had been of no help to him and it had taken extra long to convince her.

Tommy made his way inside, shutting the door behind him so that none of the cats or dogs got out, though they were probably all sleeping to some degree. He toed his shoes off as he heard Tallulah squeal excitedly from the kitchen.

“Toms and Boo are home!”

“Oh good. Keys.” Tommy huffed, smiling as he turned and found Niki walking towards him, a sort of demanding anxiety in her eyes even though she was smiling. Tommy passed her the keys to her car.

“Not even a scratch.” Tommy assured her, knowing that she was going to go check anyway. Niki gave him a look, followed by a smile, before she walked outside and Tommy moved towards the kitchen. It seemed like Techno needed a break from the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, because he wasn’t in the kitchen when Tommy walked in.

“Hi Toms!” Tommy glanced over just in time to see Tallulah signing along with her speech. He moved his bags to hang from one arm as he responded. Tallulah and Chayanne were both on chairs next to the counter, Tallulah kneeling and Chayanne sitting normally, as Tubbo and Ranboo sorted through bags.

“Hi ‘lullah. Baking going good?” Tommy asked, signing best he could. Tallulah brightened up and nodded quickly. “Hi Chayanne.” Tommy signed as he spoke, despite Chayanne not needing it. Chayanne waved, yawning tiredly as he went to speak, a look of startlement on his face before he shook his head.

“Hi Toms.” Chayanne smiled, waving as he kicked his feet. “What did ya get?” Chayanne asked, staring at the bags on Tommy’s arm. Tommy only smiled at him as he walked towards the fridge. He was going to store everything in the fridge, tied shut with the hope that no one decided to snoop.

“It’s for my baking tonight, when you all are asleep. You don’t get to know.” Tommy responded, snickering as Tubbo’s head snapped up and locked on him. “You don’t get to know either, Tubman.” Tubbo pouted but went back to sorting through ingredients with Ranboo. Tommy was quick to tie the bags shit, triple knotting them, before putting them inside one of the drawers at the bottom of the fridge and shutting the fridge.

“What are you planning on making?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy could see him glancing at him from the corner of his eye. Of course Tubbo would side eye him while trying to gather information. Chayanne and Tallulah were whispering to each other, glancing towards the oven with hungry expressions.

“A surprise.” Tommy responded, laughing as Tubbo pouted. “Boo-boy, keep him outta the fridge? He’ll try sneak a look.” Tommy pointed at Ranboo, who only smiled and nodded. Tommy could only hope that they would actually keep Tubbo out of the fridge and not try help him figure out what Tommy was baking that night.

Tommy was quick to disappear further in the house, trying his best to escape the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, disappearing to his room to sleep before dinner for a bit.

Tommy yawned, moving down the stairs as quietly as he could. It was nearly midnight and the only ones who were awake were Philza, Techno, and himself. At least, it was supposed to only be the three of them awake, and even then, Philza should have been getting ready to sleep and Techno was just reading in his room.

He hummed quietly to himself as he quietly slipped into the kitchen. Either Philza or Techno had left a couple of the low lights on for Tommy, which was good because Tommy didn’t feel like turning on any lights for himself. He one hundred percent would have baked with the lights off if no lights had been on. He’d done it before and he will probably do it again one day.

He made his way to the fridge and found his baking supplies, a smile forming on his face as he found that they were tied perfectly still. Good, Ranboo did keep Tubbo from getting to Tommy’s supplies. He grabbed the bags and put them on the counter, shutting the fridge and moving to find his recipe book. A gift from his mother when he was a small child, before he had been taken in by Philza.

He smiled when he found the slightly old book. He ran his finger across the spine of the book before opening it and flipping through the pages to find a Chocolate Chip cookie recipe. He was adding some pumpkin to it, to give it a… halloween and fall feel. Besides, he liked Pumpkin a lot better than he liked cinnamon or nutmeg. They hurt his nose when too much was being used.

Even now, he scrunched his nose when he opened the oven. They used a lot of nutmeg and cinnamon today while baking. He settled on the page, setting the recipe book onto the mini stand that Techno had gotten a few years ago when he’d almost ruined his own recipe book. Now it was used by everyone in the family when they were cooking or baking.

He wondered if there was a way to make chocolate chip cut outs, but that was an experiment for another night. Another night in, maybe, a different month. Maybe that could be an experiment for Christmas time. Tommy usually made peanut butter cut outs in December, so that Tallulah and Chayanne could decorate them and eat them at the same time. Philza and Techno could be a little… protective… of their sugar cookies before a certain date.

That and Tubbo liked making different frosting to pair with peanut butter cookies.