#I am in the mood for some fics!

[littleacebee]

Because I got into reading podcast fanfiction in the last few days and know how hard it can be to get people to read your ff, please share with me some of your fav fics from fiction podcasts. I would love some recs!

Maybe I will know the podcast, maybe not, maybe it will be a motivation to listen to said podcast, maybe someone else will use that rec!

Give me some audio drama fanfiction recs pretty please! (Your own fics also count, my fellow writers 🫵)

[bookwormbardbear]

have some shameless mcdanno touch shit.

i love that steve touches danny without thinking.

sometimes, it really feels like he does it because he realizes danny is there and he can, so why not?

danny has never shied from it. he seeks it himself.

my favourite example, though?

that damn couples trip. the dinner, with the ladies across from them and steve opts not to sit next to lynn, but next to danny.

where he proceeds to just hold his neck and pet under his ear.

while they talk to their partners.

and no one makes a thing of it, because this is the man who cuddles with danny to watch movies, and who can't have one conversation without ending it with an i love you.

sure. it's not that deep and a beautiful example of nontoxic masculinity.

but it is deep. because it's exactly that.

love.

he loves danny and danny loves him.

we know, because danny openly tells steve that.

even though it means something when he says it.

[vynnyal]

This is a pretty good point in the wip to share this, methinks :]

Map part for the hole dwelling map, starring... Not my ocs! I wanted to use ocs, but I don't have any-- so I just used the characters from a fic I was reading at the time 😂

Turns out, the symbolism was so much fun to twist into the 11 seconds I had to work with, I ended up going way more complex than I meant to. If you wanna read the fic this was based on, please do!! And tell the author I said hi! :D

[daughterthethird]

This time on: "Daughter Impulsively Does a Thing", local catgirl believes she could write a fanfic despite having literally zero experience in the writing department

[laundrybiscuits]

(continued from this snippet)

“You could—” Jonathan moves his hands through the air like he’s conducting an invisible orchestra.

“I don’t know what that means,” Eddie tells him. They’ve been smoking all afternoon, so Jonathan’s even more of a space case than usual.

“He means you could pretend, dude,” says Argyle, who is putting little braids into Eddie’s hair. It’s very soothing. “Like, fake it ‘til you make it.”

“I mean. It would be good for Will to see, like…happily ever after. But gay. You know?” Jonathan tips the last of the Dorito crumbs into his mouth and contemplates the empty bag with devastatingly sorrowful eyes.

“That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” says Eddie. “Congrats, by the way, because I’ve heard a lot of bad ideas in my time, and I thought I knew all the major contestants. But lo and behold, dark horse Byers swoops in to steal the crown! The crowd goes wild.” He makes a raspy aaaaaah sound and wiggles his fingers to symbolize a packed stadium at the Bad Idea Olympic Games.

“That’s my boy,” says Argyle, reaching over to ruffle Jonathan’s hair. “Great job, brochacho.”

Eddie’s never totally sure whether Argyle’s doing an extended bit or not, and it’s the fucking best.

“So, you’ll do it?” Jonathan asks hopefully. He’s like a puppy dog, the way he perks up.

“Fuck no,” says Eddie. “Absolutely not under any circumstances. Fuck off.”

“Dude, I totally respect that,” says Argyle, starting on another braid. “Gotta honor your truth, Ed-head. Can’t shine a hella dope light from a flashlight powered by lie-batteries.”

“Every day I thank a god I don’t believe in for your presence in my life,” Eddie informs him.

———

Annoyingly, Jonathan doesn’t give up on the idea. What’s worse, he tries to be sneaky about it.

Eddie rolls up late to the next movie night, because he’s not always great with things like having a basic understanding of time and space. When he walks into the Byers-Hopper living room, Jonathan calls out, “Eddie, hey! There’s—you can sit here on the couch if you want. By Steve.”

Eddie gives him an unimpressed look. Jonathan doesn’t even have the decency to be phased by Eddie’s scorn, just shifts over to make room on the couch between him and Steve.

“Aww,” coos Eddie. “Did you miss me that much, Johnny-boy?” He drops right into Jonathan’s lap, slinging an arm around his neck.

“Why are you so heavy,” says Jonathan. “You look like if a stick figure had a baby with a mop.”

Eddie cackles. “It’s all the heavy metal. Weighs down my soul with whips and chains and demonic energy.”

“Jeez, you two, get a room.” Steve rolls his eyes.

The look of pure panic that crosses Jonathan’s face is pretty hilarious, all things considered.

“I’m not gay!” Jonathan blurts out. “Not that there would be—anything wrong with it. If I were. Because, um, gay people deserve love too. Because they’re just like us. I mean, people who aren’t gay. Which is me. I’m not. But it would be okay if I was.”

Will looks like he wants a rift to swallow him up where he sits, but Eddie thinks he looks a little bit pleased, too. It’s nice that Jonathan is trying so hard, even if Eddie has one or two notes on the execution.

“Okay, big guy,” says Eddie, patting Jonathan on the cheek. “Don’t have to throw a parade about it or anything.”

The movie’s okay, Eddie guesses. It’s Nancy’s pick, which means it’s a fast-talking political thriller that nobody but Robin can ever really follow. Afterwards, Steve leans over to him and says, “Hey, are you still out of Coke? I can pick some up on my way over after I drop Dustin off.”

Will gives Eddie a look, which is totally unjustified because this is a completely normal friend thing. Steve’s parents are in town, so he’s been spending a few nights camping out at Eddie’s, because everyone else has parents who’d probably object. It’s perfectly logical and completely normal. It’s not like he can bunk with Robin. Also, Robin kicks like a horse in her sleep.

But even though Eddie knows it’s a completely normal friend thing, he can also kind of see why Will might’ve gotten the wrong idea.

“Um,” he says. “Actually, maybe—not tonight? I just, Wayne’s been wanting to spend some more, like, uncle-nephew quality bonding time. You know he’s still kind of…” Eddie shrugs, grimacing. It’s true; Wayne’s been making a real effort to know what Eddie’s up to these days. Even though he hasn’t said anything, Eddie knows he’s traded some shifts to make their schedules line up a little better. So, everything Eddie’s saying is absolutely true and above-board, and there’s no reason for a weird squirmy guilty feeling to take up residence in his gut.

“Oh,” says Steve. “Sure, yeah, no problem.”

(ETA: yeah okay it's technically a series now)

[rainc0at]

noooooo noooooooooo ive been cursed with a hyperfix on brassic now nnnnnnnnooooo

[fisheito]

Bottom yakumo fics i rotate thru bc the tag is playing games with me

EIDEN:

(Sequel)

"Another Spicy Study Session on Self-Pleasure" by MistressVanya

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49270402

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37453975

"plants should stay in your soup and out of your sex life" by acynthe (locked)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48090496

"surprises" by Anonymous (locked)

KUYA (some dubcon+yaku whump):

ASTER:

QUINCY:

"As I Am, Entirely" by zerenovation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54831790

EDMOND:

"Of Love Confessions and a Horny Snake" by goldgalaxytea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52916077

NOT EXPLICITLY BOTTOM, BUT IT'S NOT... *NOT* BOTTOM (SUBBY +5000pts)

"Magic 101: Lessons in Gem-based Erogenous Zones" by auriadne

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37413112

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49106176

"Day 6: Dom & Sub" by Nya (Yuutfa) (locked)

"Trick-or-Treat" - Chapter 3 by SnowRelic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50601046/chapters/128881948#workskin

"in good taste" by winterdesu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59208052

[captainkirkk]

CAP 😭 I have been avoiding reading that dinluke fic cuz I know it’s going to completely destroy me and I am not ready. But good to know it’s good though I’ll definitely read when I’m ready

The angst is so GOOD though. "Enemy is captured and detained until everyone realises that wait fuck this person is actually a victim and needs our help" is SUCH a great trope and I can't get enough of it

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

four walls playlist

[cupidskissx]

I’m in a pining mood for new lestappen content and I miss them dearly.

So this is an open invitation to come and say hi

Send through some lestappen headcanons

Send me your favourite pictures or moments

Let me know how you got into the ship

Send me your favourite fic and tell me why

Or even say something nice about another blog that way we can start to spread some positivity ❤️

[geekthefreakout]

The GaaNaru Letters (part 1 of ?)

AN: this might not be anything, but its been floating in my head. It's a tumblr post instead of going on Ao3 because it's lower commitment rn.

Dear Gaara,

Heh, it's weird calling you dear when we only kinda know each other. But Iruka-sensei said that's how letters are supposed to start. This is my first time writing to someone else- all my friends are in my village! Anyway, I just wanted to see how you are after that asswhooping I gave you! That's not me bragging, by the way. It's just. You seemed lonely. Like I told you back then, I know what that pain is like. I guess I want to help you with it. And I think you and me have something else in common, too. Do you know what I mean? Anyway, everyone knows that the Sand village only attacked the Leaf because Orochimaru-bastard was manipulating you, so I don't think we have to be enemies anymore. That snakey bastard killed the Third Hokage, but I heard he killed your Hokage too? I hope you get this and write back, maybe?

Love From, Uzumaki Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto,

I have been informed that honorifics are not required at the beginning of letters if one does not wish to include them. Unless this is one of the cultural differences between the Leaf and the Sand, you should not feel obliged to use "dear" for me. This is also my first time writing a letter to someone. I am not sure what to say, but I will answer your questions.

I think I do know what you mean, if you are referring to that red chakra that you summoned. Do you have a monster within you as well? It is difficult to imagine.

Orochimaru did indeed kill our kage, though the Sand Village has a Kazekage, rather than Hokage. Rather than in a great battle such as befell your leader, the Kazekage seems to have been murdered on the sly. That man was my father. I am told that most children mourn their fathers. I have not mourned anyone since Yas I was small, and I see no need to change that. Perhaps if my father did not try to assassinate me so often, I would feel differently. At any rate, my siblings are too afraid of me to press the issue.

You, however, are not afraid of me. Despite the damage I wrought on your friends and your village, you are still reaching out. I find myself wondering why? Perhaps we are not actively enemies, but we are not allies either. What use am I to you? Why should it matter to you that I am lonely?

Why did you weep for me, Uzumaki Naruto?

From,

Gaara of the Desert

Dear Gaara,

I already said- I know what your kind of loneliness is like, and I want to help! It's not some big complicated thing. You don't have to have a use to me, you know? Except maybe to talk about stuff.

Like the monster thing. This is kind of a secret so I probably shouldn't confirm or deny that I have a giant demon fox sealed inside me, but I want to tell you. I've never met anyone like me before, you know? Even if yours is different, with the sand and the crazy laughing and all. Mine doesn't laugh, he's just mean and grumpy and scary. When did you first know about yours? Have you always been able to use its power?

I'm sorry about your dad. Not that he's dead, but that he was an asshole! And I guess that he's dead too. I can see how that would be complicated. Did he try to kill you because of your demon? It's not how I would do things. I don't know who my parents are, or were, but I hope they wouldn't do that to me. I think parents are supposed to support their kids no matter what!

I guess it makes sense for your siblings to be scared of you when you do scary things, but I heard you apologize to them back then. So if you're trying to do better by them, they should give you a chance!

I'm going on a journey with Pervy Sage soon to look for our next Hokage-- whoever it is better meet my approval, because I'll be the next Hokage after that, believe it! And I want to get the job from someone awesome. Anyway, if I'm not in the village I'm not sure how to get mail so if I don't reply for a while it's cuz I'm out there being awesome!

Also- didn't forget what you did. You tried to hurt my friends, and that's not okay. But I kicked your ass about it already, so as far as I'm concerned it's all settled. So don't keep thinking there's something bad between us!

Sincerely (This is a new sign off I learned. It's nicer than From!), Uzumaki Naruto

PS: Iruka-sensei said you're right about the "dear" thing, but your name looked kinda naked if I didn't write it, so I'm gonna keep using it, OK?

Uzumaki Naruto,

Your answers leave me with more questions, but I will continue asking them as long as you are amenable.

My demon is the One-tail, Shukaku. He does laugh a lot, though it is not a pleasant sound. I have always known about him, for his voice has always been in the back of my mind. Furthermore, I was told outright when I had a strong enough grasp of language. Your question implies that you have not always known about yours. You called it a demon fox- could it be the Nine-tails? Is he truly so quiet that you could be unaware of him? As for tapping into Shukaku's abitilities, that has not always been conscious on my part. He is often eager to emerge and inflict is insanity upon others, so if I fall asleep he will take over on his own.

Needless to say, I am seldom allowed to sleep.

Shukaku is one reason my father tried to kill me. The other is that I killed my mother the day I was born. My existence has always been fueled by blood. I am not sure if I can change that. Can my siblings be blamed for resenting me?

Are genin often involved in the selection of political figures in the Leaf? Perhaps that is more efficient. In the Sand, it seems that the council just sits and talks in circles. My team's sensei, Baki, has taken a leadership position there, but has not assumed the title of Kazekage. I assume it is because the council wants him free to keep an eye on me. They are not sure what I will do. I am not sure either. For now, I have tried to appease them with silence. I do not wander at night, and I have not hurt anybody since our return from the Leaf. I have kept to myself. I can't say if it is doing any good. Temari and Kankuro speak gently to me, but I see the fear in their eyes if I move unexpectedly.

You keep saying that you "kicked my ass." No one has ever done that before. Yet I seem to recall you being unable to move at the end as well. Did I "kick your ass" too?

It is interesting that you view our fight as an instrument of peace between us two. Perhaps if I let Kankuro hit me, he will stop jumping whenever I speak.

I like your new sign off, so I will use it.

Sincerely,

Gaara of the Desert

TBC, possibly

PART 2

[matrixsss]

I woke up in a very good mood seeing as my fav fic got a new chapter 🥳🥳

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Why not hunt down some fun fanfics to read while you rest your wrists?

unfortunately i have hunted too enthusiastically and drained the area's natural resources

[vanmarkus]

i need a gut wrenchingly angtsy multichapter chouse fic with a happy ending right about now

[effervescentdragon]

smick + jealousy, for your mean prompts? i hope you're okay after your exams, much love!

oooh anon you hit on a thing i wanted to write anyways so imma just tag @antimonyandthyme bcs i told her imma write this after my exams for her :) and im holding on, brain is a mess but we come back stronger or sth 😘

"Your French is really good," Thierry says, and there is a glint in his eyes that makes Sebastian laugh out loud and lick his lips. Thierry's eyes catch the movement and Sebastian feels pure satisfaction over it.

"Not better than your German," he says, shaking his head, "I think it may be better than my German."

"Stop flattering me," Thierry says and takes a sip of his vodka. Seb keeps looking at his throat as he swallows. "I'll start thinking you are serious."

"Ah, but is it flattery if it's true?" Sebastian muses. He pushes at Thierry's shoulder playfully, and watches his eyes flash behind his glasses. "Besides, you've been praising me the whole weekend. Maybe I'm just returning the favour?"

Thierry laughs and pins Seb with his gaze. Seb thinks how he'd like to see his eyes without the glass barrier. He'd like to see them without it very much.

"I'm not embarrassed about that." He shrugs. "You are Sebastian Vettel. Of course I admire you. Only a fool wouldn't."

Seb licks his lips again, just to see if Thierry will look.

He does. Sebastian smiles.

"Careful now, Thierry," he says, "or I'll start thinking you're serious too."

They are sitting close enough that half their sides are touching. It's warm and rowdy in the room, Sunday ROC party well underway. Everyone is drunk already, and nobody is paying attention to them. Thierry shuffles and his bended knee presses into Seb's thigh.

"I am a very serious man," he says, lowering his voice just enough that Sebastian has to lean in. His curls almost touch Thierry's face. "And I am many things, but not a fool."

His eyes are hazel, and they remind Sebastian of someone else. They have the same intensity, but not in the same way. Thierry is older, almost Sebastian's age, and much more decisive than - well. No matter.

Only for a moment, the similarity is too much for Sebastian, and he looks away, covering it up with a nonchalant sip of his beer. Everybody is drunk, and nobody is paying any attention to them.

Well. Almost nobody.

Sebastian knows all the expressions on Mick's face. No matter the media training he received, Mick was always too earnest for his own good, and he never took enough care to hide himself from Sebastian, and now he's looking at Sebastian and Thierry with pure jealousy in every line of his familiar face.

It's endearing. It's too honest. It's annoying.

Sebastian thinks of his last race, where he didn't hold back per se, but he didn't really push either, knowing that a hot tub awaits him. He thinks of racing the red cars of his dreams and hazel eyes burning with intensity and Don't you dare give up, Seb, and don't you ever dare hold back and how he couldn't even if he wished to, and he didn't, not once. He thinks of when he was young and a fool and looking up into a face with ice-blue eyes, much like the ones he's looking into now, but with an edge that was, and will forever stay, unparalleled. He thinks about how good it is to feel wanted; to fill the void that has been bleeding for years. He thinks of how nothing was ever enough to fill it, and how by now, he may almost accept that nothing will ever come close, no matter how similar it - fucks - feels.

He blinks once, and looks away from Mick. He'll deal with that tomorrow. Maybe.

Thierry still hasn't looked away. Sebastian smiles, and hopes it comes off assured, and not shaky.

"That's good. I don't like fools," he says, and moves closer. "Tell me more about rally." He smiles, and he knows there's too many teeth in his smile, but Thierry doesn't seem to mind, if his own expression is anything to go by. "We have all night."

Thierry laughs, and brings his hand down on Sebastian's knee.

"That we do," he chuckles, and Seb knows they are on the same page. "That we do."