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sweeterthanficstion · 4 months ago

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— coast2coast (pt. one) || l.s.k

pairing: life guard!leon kennedy x surfer!fem!reader

tags: surfing au! set in malibu, 1998, i wrote this with re2 leon in mind but re4 leon works too, featuring claire (and chris in later parts!), UNEDITED!! so far only fluff (unheard of...) i'll add as i go!

oh actually, my shitty attempt at knowing anything about surfing despite learning everything through youtube, google and malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid (what started this whole thing). i am NAWT a pro --- so if any of you guys actually know a thing or two abt surfing hit me up!!! i'd love to learn more!

summary: Summer is a fickle thing, sticky-sweet and fleeting, gone before you're ready. You've learnt to love it while it lasts. For you, every summer has been the same—surf, sand, salt-water tides and the hot Malibu breeze. But this summer brings a new sort of challenge, a spotlight your not so sure you're ready for, as well as a boy with golden hair, eyes as blue as the waves, and a way of making your heart rattle between your ribs like it’s desperate to break free.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: AHH HI! i'm so excited to post this one!! it's currently summer here in australia and i've been down at the beach nearly every weekend, so it was only inevitable that my fixation on surfer!leon came back full force. i have this big story all set up in my head, but i was too excited to wait to finish writing it so i'm posting it in parts!! ++ oh also i had no idea corral beach was an actual place in malibu so my version is fictionalised. just. take everything in this fic with a grain of salt i have no idea what im doing lol

i also thought it'd be really fun idea since i'm so busy nowadays, that if you guys are interested at all, you can send in little ideas for blurbs for surfer!leon, and i'd love to write them! i'll figure out ways to fit them into the story, just as little extras, but obviously no promises on writing all of them!! i'll likely just pick the ones i think fit best into the plot. i just think that'd be AWESOME!! <3

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California is exactly how you’d left it. Exactly how you remember it. Nothing has changed between the sand beneath your toes and the palm trees lining the scorching hot tar roads, their shadows stretching long and thin like sleepy cats in the afternoon sun. The salt-kissed air wraps around you, sticky and warm, a gentle reminder that time moves slower here. Or maybe it doesn’t move at all.

That’s the thing about California. A time capsule—sun, sand and sky.

June, July, August, Summer melts in your mouth like a sticky popsicle, one into the next, so quick you forget what it tastes like before it’s even passed.

No matter where you are in the world, what waves you're chasing, whether it be in Oceania, the Pacific, the Atlantic, summer melts, fickle and eager.

You’ve learnt to love it while it lasts.

“Another fish and chips!” One of the waitress staff calls from the front—Bunny’s Seafood Diner has been around for as long as you can remember, a weathered little gem perched off the coast of Corral Beach, Malibu. A quick and convenient right turn off the PCH, it’s a lighthouse for road-tripping families and sunburned surfers chasing their next ride.

You flip the fryer around your wrist with a practised flourish, “On it!” You call back, before you dip the metal back in the bubbling oil, the familiar sizzle of golden fries accompanying the bustle of the late afternoon rush. The kitchen smells of salt and grease and the faint tang of fresh-caught fish, a scent so familiar it clings to your skin like a second layer.

Claire breezes past with lazy grace, bumping her hip against yours. “Heading to the surf after?” she asks, her grin as wide as the beach outside, like her mouth was made for holding sweet oranges on hot summer days. She’s balancing a seafood basket in one hand and a plate of fries in the other, weaving through the bustle with the ease of someone who’s done it a thousand times before.

“How’s the forecast looking?” You ask back instead, tossing the crispy fries into a basket lined with deli paper.

“High tide in twenty,” Claire winks over her shoulder at you, side-stepping a counter corner like it’s second nature. “It’s gonna be perfect.”

You can’t deny that does sound perfect. After a shift as long as the one you’ve worked today, a surf might be all you need to feel alive again. You look back up at the foggy old clock on the wall—ten minutes left, five if you can sweet-talk your manager. You end up counting the minutes in your head, that familiar itch to feel the sand under your feet and the sun on your skin insatiable.

By the time the clock hits four, you’re halfway out the door, ready to trade the smell of fried seafood for the briny tang of the ocean instead. Claire is hot on your heels, boards tucked under both your arms as she chases you across the tar road that burns under your bare feet, down the splintering boardwalk, and onto the powdered-sugar sands of Corral Beach.

The sun has already dipped far past it’s zenith, and the world feels washed in gold. Golden rays stretch out across shimmering waters, painting streaks of honey over the horizon, the heat settling into a balmy hum that sticks to your skin in a way you can only love.

You follow the shaded path of sycamore trees until the beach opens up to surfer’s paradise—a long stretch of sand, waves that swell and crash, aching to be carved into by hungry surfers. The path curves past a weathered wooden bulletin board, been there as long as you can remember, and you think it might be older than Bunny’s, if that’s even possible.

“Wait!” Claire stops in her tracks, and you are helpless but to comply. Your eyes stay glued longingly to the beach while Claire’s squint at the array of flyers pinned up—some faded, some fresh. There’s a yoga class, a missing dog poster, and the usual surf report stapled to the corner, its ink smudged from damp fingers. But her eyes zero in on something bright and bold and new.

“Here we go.” She plucks a flyer off the board, turning it toward you like she’s struck gold. The words Corral Beach Annual Surf Comp are printed in big, blocky letters, accompanied by a grainy photo of a surfer carving into a wave.

“Oh, no,” you groan, already shaking your head.

“Oh, yes,” Claire says, a grin spreading across her face.

Claire’s been singing the same song since you were fifteen and cutting through waves better than most kids your age here on Corral Beach. That you should be out there winning trophies and medals and 10k cheques instead of cleaning out the back of the greasy old fryer’s in Bunny’s.

“C’mon, you have to do it!” She bugs on, waving the flyer around like some magic wand.

You laugh, ducking under her arm as she tries to push it into your face. “Claire, come on.”

“I’m serious!” she insists, jogging to catch up with you as you head toward the water. “You’re out here every day. You’ve got the moves, the skill—everything they’re looking for.”

It’s not like you haven’t thought about it. You’ve been surfing since before you could walk. You’d grown up right here on Corral Beach, knew these waves better than yourself. You’d watched your parents chase waves like it was their religion—Bali, Costa Rica, Australia, it was their entire life. Something they loved that was inevitable for you to love too.

“I’m just not the competition type,” you shrug, gaze drifting out to the waves curling in the distance. It’s not that you don’t want to—well, okay, maybe it is. The idea of standing out there, under the scrutiny of judges, crowds, and strangers, feels about as foreign as the first time you stepped onto a board. Surfing, to you, is about as religious as it is to your parents. An outlet, an art form, the ocean calms your restless soul when you need it most. Putting a score to something like that just doesn’t feel right.

“You’re one of the best surfers out here.” Claire presses, she does it so effortlessly. Poking and prodding, always enough but never so much as to push you over the edge. “Half the people in those comps are just there for a shot at a new wetsuit.”

You meet Claire’s gaze, hesitate, the memory of your dad paddling out at dawn or your mom teaching you how to duck dive flickering in your mind. “It’s not about that. My parents taught me how to surf before they taught me how to say mom and dad. They’d enter comps now and then, but it was never about winning. It was about the waves, the adventure.”

“And you don’t think that’s in you too?” Claire asks, raising an eyebrow as she shields her eyes against the sun.

“Maybe it is,” you say finally. “But that’s their story, not mine.”

Claire’s gaze softens for all of a second before she snorts, shoving your shoulder with her own. “You’re so full of it. You’ve got more talent in your pinky than most people out there. Just think about it, okay? It could be fun.”

You do nothing of the sort.

The second your feet are in the water, you forget all about the comp, all about your job and any other worries on your mind. Salt water seems to have that sort of effect on you. Wasting no time, both you and Claire paddle past the surf, straddling your boards in the ocean, watching as the other surfers before you take off one by one with each new wave that rolls in.

It doesn't take long before the first wave in a gorgeous set comes in, Claire’s all but primed for it. She takes off, gets into position, and pops up on her board, carving into it like it’s breathing. You follow suit as the next one comes in, and just like that, you fall into the rhythm of the ocean.

Wave after wave, you don’t stop until the sun is cotton candy pink, purple, gold. Most of the other surfers have dispersed by now, and Claire’s traded shredding the bigger waves for wading through the calm waters with her back pressed against the flat of her board.

You, on the other hand, feel like fate is decidedly on your side. You watch as another set rolls in, the first crashing just out of reach. It peels exactly as you’d hoped, slowly to the right, so when the next one rolls in right after, you paddle with it, catch the feeling of the tide underneath you, and like it's simply second nature, get to your feet.

This is where you feel most alive. There is not a second to spare for the other noise in your head, not about the past nor the future nor anything in between other than right here and now. Nothing but the instinctual insistence of how much longer can you stay on? How much longer can you keep your balance? Lean left, right, forward. Better, longer, more, more, more.

And when you’ve finally completed your balancing act, you dance up to the nose, hovering there on the tip of your board, arms out to steady yourself like sails catching wind, and then you close your eyes and let the crash of the wave topple you off.

It’s only once you’ve resurfaced, board nowhere to be seen, that you realise you didn’t feel the familiar tug of the leash around your ankle. By the time you drag yourself to shore, breath heavy and hair clinging to your face, you see it—the measly cord trailing behind you, frayed and snapped clean.

You huff a sigh, not surprised. It had been old crap for a while now. So had the board, but it carried enough summers in its scars to mean something. A history you weren’t quite ready to part with.

Claire’s already gathering her things by the time you meet her on the sand, shaking out her towel and tossing it into her worn tote bag.

“What happened to your board?” she asks, her tone casual, but her raised brow suggests she’s caught the fraying leash.

You lift your ankle and let the cord dangle, the sad state of it all the explanation she needs.

She winces, offering you a sympathetic smile. “Ouch. Guess it’s finally time for a new one?”

It’s only when you’re halfway up the beach that you spot it again. Your board? Your board!

It’s leaning lazily against the base of a lifeguard tower, looking as though it had simply wandered off and decided to wait for you all this while. Relief blooms in your chest, and you call to Claire that you’ll catch up.

It’s only when you’re closer that you notice him.

He’s standing by the lifeguard tower, a red rescue can slung casually over his shoulder. Blonde hair catches the light, tousled and damp like he’s been in the water himself. His broad shoulders are framed by the white-and-red uniform shirt that looks a little too crisp for someone who spends their day in the sun.

You can tell he’s new. There’s a hesitation in the way he stands, like he’s trying to look comfortable in a place he hasn’t quite claimed yet. But there’s something magnetic about him, the way he surveys the beach with quiet curiosity, like he’s soaking in every detail.

And you don’t mean to stare, but you’re caught in the moment, the way he looks like he belongs there despite it all, carved from the same sun and salt as the beach itself.

You’re still staring when his eyes meet yours.

They’re blue, impossibly so, the kind of blue that reminds you of the water when it’s so clear you can see straight to the bottom, the kind of blue you could fall into and forget how to breathe. His mouth quirks into a smile—easy, natural, like he’s been doing it all his life.

For a heartbeat, the world shifts, tilts ever so slightly, like the two of you are caught in some half-remembered dream. Something stirs in your chest, familiar yet unnameable, like déjà vu soaked in sunlight. You freeze, caught like a fish on a line, just before his eyes crinkle at the corners, and he lifts a hand in a casual wave.

“Hey,” he calls out, his voice carries over the sound of the waves, warm and low, and you think there’s a hint of the coast in it—just not this one.

You blink, salt-sticky and sun-drunk, realizing belatedly that you’re still rooted to the spot. “Hey,” you manage, shifting your weight on your feet.

He doesn’t move, but his attention is all yours now, quiet and steady, as though nothing else on the beach exists, like you’re the most interesting thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Nice ride out there,” he says, nodding toward the water, his voice dipped in easy admiration. “That last wave—you made it look easy.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, unplanned but genuine, a flush to your cheeks at the notion of being watched and noticed. You hope he mistakes it for sunburn. “Easy? You sure you weren’t watching someone else?”

“Nope,” he says, the smile widening just a fraction. “Definitely you. The board gave it away.” He says, nodding towards the board that’s still propped against the lifeguard tower like a loyal dog.

“Ah,” you say, realising. “So it was you.”

He shrugs, sweet and boyish in his sincerity. “Figured it deserved better than drifting out to sea.”

You glance down at your battered shortboard, the paint long faded from years of sun and surf. The edges are chipped, and the wax is uneven, but it feels like a part of you. “Thanks,” you say, meaning it. “Guess I owe you one.”

And before you can really think it through, the words escape you all at once. “You surf?”

“Not like that,” he hums, tilting his head toward the waves. Not like you. “Still trying to figure out how to make it look as easy.”

“That’s how it starts,” you say, a grin pulling at your lips despite yourself. “You’ll get there.”

He shrugs, a bit sheepish. “We’ll see. I’m mostly here for this,” he hefts the rescue can with a crooked smile. “Started lifeguard training last week. Figured I’d better get to know the locals.”

“Locals, huh?” You arch a brow, a subtle quirk to your lips. “And I’m one of those?”

“Definitely,” he grins, his voice sure now, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“Like this is where you belong.”

The words hang in the air, sweet and sticky like the heat of the day. For a moment, you don’t know what to say.

“Well,” you manage, recovering with a nod toward the tower. “Welcome to Corral Beach. Try not to let it chew you up and spit you out.”

He laughs then, and it’s warm, golden—like sunlight filtering through the trees. “I’ll do my best.”

He steps back, making space for you to collect your board, though his gaze lingers, like he’s reluctant to go but knows he should.

“See you around?” he asks, the question carrying a hopeful edge.

“Maybe,” you say, the word feeling light and easy as you turn toward the parking lot.

You don’t look back, but you feel his eyes linger, and it leaves a quiet sort of thrill in your chest, like the first rush of catching a wave.

likes n reblogs r very much appreciated <3

#spilled ink ₊˚⊹♡#IM SORRY IF THE ENDING FEELS UNFINISHED #AS I SAID I GOT SUPER EXCITED TO POST #updates will be slow as usual so im sorry about that!! that's why im hoping blurbs will be enough to fill the space in between if anybody #is interested of course #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy fanfiction #sweeterthanficstion #coast2coast #surfer!leon

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snovyda · 4 months ago

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Fanfic Plagiarism alert!

Attention, especially for the people in the following fandoms: Mission: Impossible (specifically Benthan) and Top Gun Maverick.

It brings me no joy to say that we have a big problem in these fandoms - a shameless serial plagiarist who copies other people's fanfics from other fandoms, changes character names and sometimes a few desciptions of the settings or adds a few sentences or paragraphs when they feel generous, and posts them as their own. It is literally Ctrl+C / Ctrl+V type of thing.

My friends and I have reported this person repeatedly on ao3, but we still have not received any response from the staff.

Seeing posts from fellow Benthan fans who are excited about the fact that we are getting close to having 1000 Benthan fics on ao3 makes me sad because of this, because I know quite a few of them are just not legit, and, since ao3 has not responded in months, I guess I have to do a good old public call-out.

This person is known on ao3 by the pen name rosexpetals. If they are reading this, I can only recommend them to delete the stolen works (not just the ones listed in this post, if more are stolen, they can be found later anyway) and take a long look at themselves and reflect on their actions. I wish for them to discover the actual joys of writing something of their own, of expressing their own feelings instead of hijacking other people's.

Below the cut are the links to the works and their sources that I and a couple of friends were able to find using just a simple quick Google search. Out of their 96 published fics, at least 29 are provably stolen (and those are just the ones we were able to find via simple searches), which gives off a strong feeling that none of their work is really original. Some of them were copied from the same source twice. 9 more fics are copies of each other, but in different fandoms (very likely just copied from the same sources). As you will see below, sometimes they didn't even bother to change the title of the original fic they were stealing from or its summary:

Fandom: Mission: Impossible (Benthan)

Fic: where's the trophy? (he just comes running over to me) Plagiarized from: where's the trophy? (he just comes running over to me) (by riceenthusiast)

Fic: and i'll hold onto you Plagiarized from: Tender Loving Care (by as_with_a_sunbeam)

Fic: bedroom eyes like a remedy Plagiarized from: Keep Me Afloat (by Atalia_Gold)

Fic: i'm sinking, our fingers entwined Plagiarized from: Kisses to Make it Better (by steviewashere)

Fic: the way you hold me (is actually what's holy) Plagiarized from: scars. (by letthesongtakeflight)

Fic: call it what you want to Plagiarized from: care & feeding (by glim)

Fic: my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Plagiarized from: Their Fingers Run With Blood (by FoundInTheStars)

Fic: cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts Plagiarized from: Shrill Wails That Steal The Air (by Metalbvcky)

Fic: wherever you stray, i follow Plagiarized from: the fate of a con (by shrewritesall)

Fic: fall into me and i'll catch you, darlin' Plagiarized from: Safety II (by zozofia)

Fic: i hear the sound of my own voice, asking you to stay Plagiarized from: ['til you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn] (by tacos_are_tasty)

Fic: all's well that ends well to end up with you Plagiarized from: would it be enough if i could never give you peace? (by playthetyrants)

Fic: this most assuredly counts Plagiarized from: Must've Done Something Right (by fides_rationem)

Fic: something to rely on Plagiarized from: Unguarded (by trufflemores)

Fic: your string of lights is still bright to me Plagiarized from: your string of lights is still bright to me (by blueberriesandcream)

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Fic: bigger than the whole sky Plagiarized from: Bigger Than The Whole Sky (by catrasredemption)

Fic: look at this godforsaken mess that you made me Plagiarized from: for you i would ruin myself (by mraudersmoon)

Fic: i love you, i adore you (i lay my life before you) Plagiarized from: All That I've Been Yearning For (by Sokkas_First_Fangirl)

Fic: starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night Plagiarized from: Of Speeches and Sofas (by as_with_a_sunbeam)

Fic: i don't wanna lose you (that's the kinda heartbreak time can never mend) Plagiarized from: would it be enough if i could never give you peace? (by playthetyrants) - yes, same fic copied again

Fic: you can see it with the lights out Plagiarized from: Tender Loving Care (by as_with_a_sunbeam) - yes, AGAIN

Fic: and i'll forget you (but i'll never forgive) Plagiarized from: Hold Me Closer (by sweet_symphony0)

Fic: you can hear it in the silence (you can feel it on the way home) Plagiarized from: I'd search you in all of my lives (by sunflwrs)

Fic: and my destination (makes it worth the while) Plagiarized from: Pushing Through The Darkness (Still Another Mile) (by Sokkas_First_Fangirl)

Fic: give up on you, my dear (i will never) Plagiarized from: I Lay My Life Before You (by Sokkas_First_Fangirl)

Fic: as if you were a mythical thing Plagiarized from: The Ghost in the Attic (by as_with_a_sunbeam)

Fic: you drew stars (around my scars) Plagiarized from: Value (by trufflemores)

Fic: in my life (i love you more) Plagiarized from: Whistle, I'll Be There (by lovetheblazer)

Fandom: The Beatles RPF

Fic: can't ignore the rest of the world; can you stay and make me feel better? Plagiarized from: love me, always (by darkdisrepair)

Self-copied fics posted by the same person in different fandoms (possibly copied from the same sources)

Benthan fandom: sit with you in the trenches Top Gun fandom: you're all i want, i'll never let you go

Benthan fandom: i vowed i would always be yours Top Gun fandom: standing at the crossroads, no desire to run

Benthan fandom: can we always be this close? Top Gun fandom: in all your pain (i will carry you, always)

Benthan fandom: i know you're scared (and your pain is imperfect) Glee fandom: i'll never let you go The Beatles fandom: my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

#benthan #top gun #top gun maverick #benji dunn #ethan hunt #fanfic plagiarism #fandom plagiarism #ao3

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buckybarnes-lover · 10 days ago

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Roommies (Chaper 1)

Roomates Bucky Barnes x fem!reader au

Words: 1,010

Summary: You and Bucky are roommates, you've had a crush on him for ages but you don't want to risk ruining your friendship so you stick to being friends until you go out and get drunk one night.

Warnings: there's not many warnings, the reader drinks enough to get drunk but other than that there's not much

A/N: This is my first Bucky fic ever so pls enjoy! I've also posted this on ao3

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You and Bucky had been roommates ever since your second year at Uni when you both decided it would be cheaper, and more fun, to live together. You knew everything about each other and were always with each other, so much so that sometimes people would mistake you for a couple because of how close you were, but you always laughed it off. A small part of you wished that is was true, that you were dating but you knew that dating Bucky would also mean the chance of breaking up with him and you didn't want to risk that.

Dating Bucky was just a fantasy, something to daydream about when class was taking too long to finish or to help you get off late at night. It's not like it would ever happen, but that doesn't stop you from thinking about it, about the way he would kiss, how he would start gently, as though he was trying to commit your lips to memory then get rougher and more passionate as the moment progressed and then-

"Are you thinking about him again?" Nat's voice snaps you back to reality, back to the cosy little café ten minutes from your flat where you and Nat are supposed to be studying.

"What? No, I was just, um," You glance down at your biology notes "Thinking about enzymes." You hoped Nat would believe it but guess you can't lie to a human lie detector.

"Really? And what about enzymes has got you blushing?" Nat smirks knowing full well that you're lying.

You at least have the decency to look sheepish as you accept that you've been caught.

"You know, you should tell him how you feel, you never know he might feel the same." Nat's been trying to get you to confess for a while now but all her attempts have been in vain because you're just too stubborn.

"I don't know Nat, I just don't want to ruin what we have right now." You fidget with your pen "Plus, I'm sure it'll pass" You don't know if you're trying to convince Nat or yourself.

Nat leans back in her chair "Well, if you're not going to do anything about it, you need to get over him." She looks at you with a sly grin "Let's go out tonight."

"Tonight? But I still need to study." You hesitate looking down at your notes, you definitely didn't do as much studying as you hoped today.

"Yeah tonight, we'll invite Wanda as well and it'll just be our little trio going out and getting fucked." Sensing your hesitancy she adds "Come on, it'll be fun, you might even find someone else to take your mind off Buck."

Maybe you should go, going out with the girls is always fun and you definitely need to get your mind off Bucky. "Ok, let's go." Yeah, you can study later.

"Great! I'll text Wanda" Nat pulls out her phone and rapidly types a message to Wanda "All done, this is gonna be great! Make sure you look cute."

"I always look cute" You start packing your things away since you clearly aren't going to be doing any studying.

Nat rolls her eyes and smirks at you. "Alright cocky"

You roll your eyes right back at her. Who knows, maybe going out tonight will be good for you, you definitely need it.

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A few hours later your sitting on the floor in front of your full length mirror, blasting your hype music and trying to get your eyeliner just right. You've already wearing your outfit for the night, a black mini dress that snatches your waist and accents your curves paired with matching black heels that make you a good three inches taller. Finishing your make-up you can't help but admire yourself, you feel like a million bucks.

"You look good." Bucky's leaning in your doorway, you hadn't even noticed him standing there.

"Thanks creep, how long have you been standing there?" You smirk, you don't actually mind him watching you, if you're being honest you find it kinda flattering that he's admiring you.

"I was just passing by then I saw you getting all dolled up." He crosses his arms, showing off his built forearms, as he eyes you up once again. "You going out with Nat?"

"And Wanda, but yeah we're going to meet up at Nat's place first and then go out." You put your make-up in your bag and toss it on your bed. You turn to leave but end up face to face with Bucky, well almost, even with your heels he's still taller than you.

You're about to tell him to move but you get distracted by how intensely he's looking at you, then his gaze drops down to your lips and you copy the motion and look at his lips. You're so close to each other you can't help but lean in and everything slows down as Bucky leans in too and you're so close, you're almost-

A sudden ringtone interrupts the moment, making both of you jump as far from each other as possible.

Bucky quickly mutters an apology and leaves before you have time to say anything. What the fuck? You almost kissed, that's not supposed to happen, you're literally going out tonight so you can get over him. Wait. He wanted to kiss you too so... does that mean he feels the same? You let out a frustrated groan as your phone keeps ringing. You want to spend more time analysing what just happened but you got places to be so you answer the call.

"Hey girl, are you nearby? I'm already at Nat's." Wanda asks completely oblivious to what she just interrupted.

It takes you a moment to process what she just said since your mind's all over the place. "Yeah, I'll be there in like five minutes."

You hang up and leave your flat without bumping into Bucky, thankfully. You just need to go out and forget about Bucky which is easier said than done, especially after what just happened.

A/N: Part 2 here

#bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic

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littlemissagrafina · 26 days ago

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I Choose You (Tell The World That We Got It Right)

Post S08E11 Bucktommy fix it fic because I can

“Whoa, hey. Wh- What's happening?”

In seconds and just a few words, everything was falling apart. Again.

“I have a shift later.”

The walls had come up so fast between them that he could almost see the concrete drying between the bricks.

“Tommy…”

This could not be happening again.

“Evan, thank you for last night. It was fun.”

And Tommy was walking away and the disbelief, the pain, the panic was rushing in as if it was that night at the loft all over again and something in Buck snapped.

He scrambled after Tommy, breath catching as he rounded the corner to the entryway as Tommy was reaching for the front door.

“I fought it too!” The words burst from him, falling loose from where they’d stuck the night before.

Tommy’s steps faltered, his hand freezing where he was reaching for the door handle.

Read on Ao3

“I fought the urge to call you so many times, Tommy. Almost everyday.”

Tommy’s hand fell to his side.

“Every time that I wanted to reach out, to text or call you, I baked. And I baked. And then I baked some more. I baked so much my fridge and freezer couldn’t hold it so I gave it away to everyone.” He scrubbed a hand over his face.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, that you left and you weren’t mine anymore. I didn’t know what to do with my hands when they had grown so used to reaching out to you and holding you and then you weren’t there anymore.” The words shuddered from him, painful and raw.

The older man turned to face him and for the first time in possibly their whole relationship, Buck saw the cracks. He saw the flash of hurt and the last thing he wanted was to add more after his careless comment in the kitchen, but dammit, Tommy had hurt him too.

“You changed me, Tommy,” he drifted closer to where Tommy stood, “you made me different and you showed me what an actually loving relationship could be and then you left.”

Buck waved a hand behind him vaguely. “I have played that night over in my brain so many times, wishing the outcome was different, wishing that I had made you stay. But it wasn’t different. You left and you never gave me the chance to understand why or to talk things through and I think you owe me at least that.”

Moments passed, a shuddering breath as his only answer. He turned away, knowing he couldn’t watch as Tommy left again.

A hand brushed against his, guiding him to turn back around and when he met Tommy’s gaze this time, the wall crumbled between them.

“I’ve regretted it from the moment I walked out the door,’ Tommy rasped, “I was down the hall and all I wanted was to turn back, instead I ran. I ran and I cowered. I’d just burned the one good thing I had because I was too weak and terrified of what you did to me, what you still do to me.”

Tommy cleared his throat. “I'll keep talking, but can we sit down? You haven't eaten anything.” he tugged at the hand he was still holding, and Buck let Tommy pull him back into the kitchen, towards the miraculously still warm eggs in front of them. They carry the plates through to the dining room, sitting at the table to eat.

Buck is sure they both know they won't be eating the eggs, but it gives him something to do with his hands during one of the most important conversations he's had in a long time, even though he just ends up pushing the eggs around his plate until they go cold.

Tommy doesn't touch his plate, nudging it to the side as he continues.

“Evan Buckley, you terrify me because I have never loved someone the way that I love you.” Tommy’s voice cracked at the last words. “You filled my life with this warmth and vibrance and it terrified me because I can't keep you.”

“But you ca–”

Tommy’s expression stuttered into a mirror of that night at the loft, something oh so sad and broken twisted up into wistfulness. “I can't. Evan, I'm not the one that people stay for. I'm not the one who… I'm not that. Everyone I've ever let close has proven that.”

“So you want to add yourself to the line of people who have left me as well? Because news flash Tommy, no one has stayed for me either.” Buck stood up, his fork clattering against the plate when he plants his hands on the table.

“Tommy, every romantic relationship I've had ended with my partner leaving me. I was fun for them until they were forced to face that I wanted something deeper, that I have a dangerous job, that I care so deeply about my family. Even then, being left haunted my platonic relationships, too. Maddie left a few times, and I understand why for the most part, but she still did. Then the 118 after the bombing and lawsuit, though a lot of that was also on me.

“You are the only one who has ever just fucking cared, is it so wrong for me to want to embrace the love you gave me?”

Tommy shook his head. “I– no, Evan it's not, but you–”

“But what, Tommy!? You think I need to go out and explore and fuck more men? That I'll find someone else I like more? That you Eddie is some kind of competition?”

“You deserve someone better!” Tommy yelled, standing up and pacing, running a hand through his hair. “You deserve more than me.”

“Well I don't want better or more! I don't want some other man or woman, I don't want one of my exes, and I don't want Eddie!�� He stalks around the counter to Tommy, stopping his pacing with a hand to his chest. He steps closer, sliding his hand up to cradle Tommy’s jaw, something in his chest softening when the other man leans into it the slightest bit.

“You consume me wholly. You are the one I want to text and call when I've had a good day, a bad day, a fine day. You are the one that I want to spend lazy mornings with and make dinner beside. You are the one I want holding my hand at family events.” He ducks his head, eyes following Tommy's when his gaze drops to the floor. “Baby, you are the one I want to marry and build a life with. If it takes me maiming Eddie again and again to prove that yours is the only attention I crave, well, he'll just have to put up with it.”

He uses his other hand to lift Tommy’s and press it directly over his heart. “There is no competition when you already hold my heart, Tommy.”

There is a light starting to glow in Tommy's eyes, making them shine in a way that Buck had never seen, something burning bright in them that had Buck wishing for the world to let them stay that way.

“You want to marry me?” There's something soft and full of wonder in Tommy's tone, tinged with the now apparent insecurity that had burdened Tommy for far too long.

“With all of my heart.”

There was a hell of a lot more talking after that, crying and arguing as well. They remade breakfast together, Tommy admitting to Buck that he didn’t actually have a shift later.

Buck knew, he understood that he was just trying to get out before they hurt each other even more, and even though they were both free, they gave each other space to settle and process everything that was said.

They met for coffee the next day, where they talked more about big things and small, about the things they had left out in their first 6 months together.

Buck dove into his history with Maddie and their parents, about Daniel, about his traveling. Tommy spoke about his father and what it had been like growing up with him after his mother had died, how his Nonna had stepped in and raised him and kept him as safe and cared for as she could while she'd been alive.

They spoke about Abby and other relationships.

They decided to try a few sessions of couples therapy to help them find their footing again.

On Saturday, they went on another first date, this time during the afternoon and far from Miceli’s which Buck was convinced was cursed. Tommy disagreed but Buck had seen his smile when he’d listed the many ways that he felt they had been doomed by the restaurant.

On Tuesday, they had a brunch date, Tommy just coming off shift and Buck about to go into one.

On Friday, they made pizza together and spent the evening watching movies on Tommy’s couch.

Wednesday saw them grabbing coffee before their first joint therapy session, during which they agreed that one on one sessions for themselves might be good as well.

Thursday they were back on conflicting shifts for a while, but texted often, their chats filled with questions and answers that they had for each other, some tabled for another time and some not.

And so it went.

Sunday, Monday, Thursday, Saturday. Two weeks, then three. Tommy’s crew found out they were back together just after week four, Buck’s followed two weeks after.

Two months, three months.

They sat next to each other in the waiting room after Maddie went into labour during their first double date at her and Chimney’s house, Tommy hesitating for only a second before he let himself be tugged along with Buck to meet his new nephew.

Four months, then five. They shared drawers at each other's house, a spare key, both with no pressure to move in. A silent assurance: you have a space with me, when we are ready.

Slowly but surely, they grew back together, this time intentionally. Two vines twisting together over here, a branch supported by another over there. Purposeful splinting done carefully and deliberately until they had something both new and old that they felt safe to let reach for the sun in its own time.

Six months after that morning at Buck's house, they are there again, standing side by side at the sink, rinsing suds from their dishes and setting them aside to dry. The room glowed softly, battery powered candles littered around. It probably would have been faster and easier to finish the dishes with the lights turned on but neither wanted to break the gentle veil that had settled over the house.

Dishes done, Buck leads them to the living room, lamps and candles the only light there as well. They settle on the couch, something far too expensive but the perfect size and squishy firmness for them both to lay comfortably on it.

Etta James croons softly in the background as they sprawl across the cushions, Tommy’s weight settling easily over him with his head resting on Buck's shoulder, their legs tangling together. They lay together, basking in the quiet, Buck running a hand up and down Tommy’s back.

He almost thinks that Tommy has drifted off when he lifts his head, chin resting on Buck’s chest as he gazes at him, eyes alight and glowing in the dimness of the room.

“I never want to be apart from you again.” The words are murmured so softly that Buck almost misses them.

“So don’t be.” His voice is just as soft and quiet, hand still trailing across Tommy’s back as Tommy tilts his head down to press a kiss to his pec.

“We both know that I meant what I said in the kitchen that morning. That I meant what I said at the loft.”

“Evan…” Tommy breathes.

“Keep me forever, Tommy Kinard?” He tilts his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

It's smothered by Tommy surging forward and kissing him slow and deep.

Tommy pulls away just barely enough to answer him.

“As long as you promise to keep me forever, too, Evan Buckley.”

The next morning, Tommy is flying them to Las Vegas.

“You're absolutely sure that you don’t want any of the others with us?” He asks as he does his last pre-flight checks.

The answer is easy.

“The only one I need is you. This is for us, we can throw a party with everyone some other time.”

- “I used to think that being a firefighter was the only thing I had that mattered, that it was the only thing I needed to keep my family, the 118. Through them I gained a home and I learned I was more than just Buck the firefighter, I could be Buck the friend, the brother, even a son.” Buck adds with a chuckle, reminding them of how much he views Bobby like a father. “I could be just Buck. But there was still something missing.”

Buck paused, breath catching at the way Tommy was gazing at him so intently, just like he always did. Like he always had from the start.

“And then I met you. I met you, Tommy, and my world exploded. All of a sudden there was something, someone, there in front of me that I was so intrigued by, and the more I found out about you and got to know you, the more I was entranced. I wanted your attention, your time, your conversation. I wanted it all.

“For a while, I had it, and then we stumbled. We fell apart and it was that first night without you that I realised that what I'd been missing for so long had been you. I never want to miss you again, not in any final way like that.” He sniffed, blinking against welling tears.

“I want to miss you in the small, everyday ways that remind me of how big a part of my life and heart you have become. I want to miss you when we have shifts and I see the notes you leave me in my duffle. I want to miss you when you're only in the next room. I want to miss you when you have to let go of my hand to shift gears. I want to miss you, knowing that you are there beside me and that we made it through our stumble stronger and closer than before.”

Tommy is smiling at him, all scrunched and wobbly and it undoes him. A wave of tears cascade down his cheeks, and he has to take a few breaths and get himself under control before he can continue.

“I want nothing more than to tell the world that we got it right, that I’m yours and you’re mine, that I choose you. Because I do and I always will. I promise to choose you, Tommy Kinard, over and over and over for the rest of my life.”

The officiant, an older man with kind eyes that remind Buck of Bobby, hands them both a handkerchief. They take them with teary laughter.

Tommy takes a breath, his hands squeezing Buck's, his smile crinkling in his eyes.

“I know I've told you this, and we've spoken about it all and grown through it, but walking away from you that night was truly and honestly the hardest thing that I have done in my life, right up there as the most stupid as well. I threw it all away, so wrapped up in my own fears and insecurities, I couldn't bring myself to hold tight to you instead of letting go. I will never make that mistake again.

“You gave me the privilege of loving you not once, but twice even after the hurt that I caused both of us. Your love and tender care has redefined my life and meaning and I vow to cherish my heart as you have cherished mine. You’ve given me a freedom that I’ve only ever felt in the pilot’s seat.” Tommy lifted one of their hands, pressing a kiss so reverently to the back of Buck's hand, his gaze pulling and dragging him in.

“You are my joy, my warmth, my world and sky. You are my wings and my life, Evan Buckley, and I cannot wait to fly into this next part of our lives with you.”

“Evan Buckley, do you take Thomas Kinard as your husband, as your companion and best friend for life? Do you vow to treat him with love and devotion, honor and respect? To stand by him in the triumphs and tragedies of life, as a faithful and caring husband?” asked the officiant

It's a simple statement, but it still leaves Buck breathless and full of laughter, excitement bubbling through him in thingling trails from his toes to his fingertips.

“I do.” He beams.

“Thomas Kinard, do you take Evan Buckley as your husband; as your companion and best friend for life? Do you vow to treat him with love and devotion, honor and respect?To stand by him in the triumphs and tragedies of life, as a faithful and caring husband?” The officiant continued looking at Tomy.

Tommy’s answer is quick and sure, his smile spreading even more wide and blinding than Buck had ever thought possible.

“I do.”

“Then, by the authority vested in me by the State of Nevada I pronounce you husbands. You may now…”

The officiant's words fade as Buck is dipped ever so slightly backwards and Tommy is kissing him, soft and slow and all consuming. Buck sinks into him, everything around blurring and distant when they slowly part.

His giddy smile is reflected back at him and Buck doesn't even try to resist the urge to lean forward and steal one more quick kiss.

“Hi, Husband.” He murmurs.

“Hello, Husband.” Tommy smirks at him.

There's a brief pause, the world standing still around them before they're breaking into peals of giddy laughter and Buck is lifting Tommy slightly and spinning them around.

Tommy sets a new beer down in front of Buck and drops back into the seat next to him with his own glass, briefly pulling Buck's attention from the conversation he's having with Chimney. He plants a kiss at the corner of Tommy's mouth in thanks.

Chimney groans, but the laughter and fondness is clear to see in his expression. “The two of you are even more sickening than the first time you were together. Shouldn't you be over the honeymoon phase by now?” He pauses in consideration and turns to Hen and Eddie who are sitting just down from them at the table, everyone gathered for a barbecue at Bobby's and Athena's new house. “Hey, guys, are they even allowed to get another honeymoon phase if they already subjected us to it the first time around?”

Eddie hums around a mouthful of potato salad and Hen is about to chime in too when Buck catches Tommy's smirk from the corner of his eye.

He tilts his head towards him and arches a brow, getting his own eyebrow wiggle in return.

Lifting his bear, he takes a swig and sets it down on the table with a solid thunk that draws attention to them.

“I mean, considering that we're freshly married, I think a honeymoon phase is just par for the course, no?” Buck drawls.

There's silence and Tommy snickering next to him for all of two seconds before all hell breaks loose and it's a pandemonium of overlapping voices and glasses and cutlery clattering together as everyone scrambles to get a word in.

A sharp whistle cuts through the chaos, and Bobby stands at the head of the table. “Yes, we all heard what Buck said, now could we please have some quiet so we can get more information.?” He has that “Disappointed Dad/Captain” look that has everyone settling back into their seats and looking expectantly at Buck and Tommy.

“Well, Kid?” Bobby prompts with a knowing grin.

Buck and Tommy smoothly slip their rings from their pockets and onto their fingers, holding up their hands to show off their matching tungsten bands.

“We got married a few days ago in Vegas. Tommy flew us there. We are incredibly happy. No, we are not having a whole huge wedding, but we might have a smaller celebration to include everyone at some point. Does that answer some of your questions?”

There were a few nods, though some of them still weren't quite content at just that, as was obvious by Maddie fidgeting and twisting with her ring.

Tilting his head, Buck smiled at his sister. “You can ask your question, Mads, any of you can. Just maybe don't swarm us like that?”

A few chuckles rang out before quieting as Maddie spoke.

“Did– did you not want us there?”

Buck shared a glance with Tommy and looked back at everyone gathered at the table.

“It's not that we didn't want you there, not at all,” Buck started, “But it's what we needed. Something just for us, you know? And it's not to say that it wouldn't have been ours if all of you were there but…”

“But so much of our relationship ended up being sidetracked or put out on show when we were first together, intentionally or not.” Tommy continued, coming to his rescue. “Our first date being crashed by Eddie and being a disaster, our coming out with soot all over our faces–which, to be fair, was on us not anyone else–at the hospital, Billy Boils, our first six month anniversary and subsequent spiralling after the break up. Also yes, I know about the phone snatching moment.”

Buck squeezed Tommy’s hand gratefully, jumping back in. “After we got back together at first we wanted to take our time.. We wanted this to be just ours, separate from everyone until we knew for sure it was what we both wanted, that we could and would put in the work. Yes, we eventually let everyone know we were back together and we went right back to joining each other at events and get togethers, but our relationship is just ours, and has nothing to do with anyone else or their opinions.

“I don’t know if that makes sense, but eloping was what we needed. Why wait when we can be together?” He shrugged.

Bobby cleared his throat, meeting Buck and Tommy both with a proud gaze. “I can't speak for any of the others, but out of everyone here, I think that Athena and I can, at least, partially understand that. I'm proud of you both, for how far you've come to be where you are now and that you have found and nurtured the love that you share.”

“Bobby's right,” Athena agreed, resting a hand on her husband's arm. “It’s your relationship and it's your business to do what is best for both of you… All I can say is, like father, like son.” Athena smirks, mirth shining in her eyes, “Congratulations, Boys, we're all happy for you.”

“Hey, wait, what are you doing about your names?” Eddie questioned. “Like, are you hyphenating, are you just taking one, are you making a new one?”

Karen pointed at Eddie, sipping at her wine. “Mhm, yeah, and if you drop the “Buckley” do we still call you Buck? Because I don't think I could call you Evan.” She wrinkled her nose, agreements echoing her from around the table.

“No matter what last name I have, I'm still Buck to all of you. Only Tommy and Maddie get to have “Evan” privileges.” Buck explained.

“Well, then? What'll it be, Buck? Are we ordering you new turnouts?” Bobby grinned.

Buck nudged his husband, gesturing with a hand towards the group. “You want the honours, Babe?”

Tommy sat up, clearing his throat. “You are looking at the newly dubbed–” He ducked back into Buck's space for a moment, “Drumroll please, Ev?”

Buck obliged, beating his hands against the table.

“Mr and Mr Kinard!” Tommy exclaimed and a cheer went up around them.

“New turnouts it is. You have a good deal of paperwork in your future, Kid.” Bobby laughed and Buck couldn't help but groan at the thought.

“Oh, leave them be for the moment, Bobby. You can talk paperwork another day. For now, we celebrate.” Athena decreed, raising her glass, everyone following suit.

“To Buck and Tommy!” She saluted.

“To Buck and Tommy!”

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #aggy writes #my writing #bucktommy fic #911 #911 fanfic #tevan #buck x tommy #118 firefam #getting back together

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soaps-mohawk · 10 months ago

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So...

I've been doing some thinking about a couple of things.

This blog has grown considerably, even from its start and I appreciate each and every one of you so much. Your support never ceases to amaze me and I owe all of you a lot for giving me something to focus on this year instead of spiraling into insanity.

But

Things have gotten a tad bit overwhelming recently between trying to run the blog and trying to write. I find myself either having to ignore the blog to get writing done, or sacrifice writing time and energy to spend time on the blog and keep up with all the replies/reblogs/asks etc. Definitely not complaining, you all never cease to amaze me.

But, I am just one person and my brain only has so much power right now. So, I'm planning to take some (more) time off each week right now while I focus on writing and planning since we're getting into some serious plot stuff soon. So I'm planning to be on the blog three days a week for a while: Saturday, Sunday, and Thursday. That gives me some time to get some writing done as well as some time to rest my brain.

Saturday and Sunday of course to post the chapter and respond to replies and reblogs so I don't get super behind. Monday I'll have some asks queued up as well as maybe a few reblogs. I'll still use the queue Tuesday and Wednesday for reblogs/asks with spoilers as usual. Thursday I'll be on the blog answering asks from Monday - Wednesday as well as things I get that day. I'll queue up a few things for Friday since that day gives me a little break between to prepare for the weekend and posting the chapter.

I'll probably add more days as time goes on. You can still send in asks on the days I'm gone, but just know I won't see them or respond to them until later in the week. I already get behind by a couple days on asks anyway so that's not much of a change.

Don't feel bad for sending them either, I love getting all these asks, I just tend to get behind on days I spend more time writing.

The second order of business

has to do with my taglist. Most of you probably haven't noticed (which I don't blame you lol) but my taglist has gotten very big. Very, very big. It's just over 230 people right now, and I'm sure there will be others asking to join. It's quite time consuming to do all of these tags for every chapter (especially since we can't tag in blocks anymore) so I've been doing some thinking into how I can make it easier for me, and for you.

I know there's at least one blog I've heard of, though I'm sure there's more, that have made side blogs that they have people follow and turn on notifications for and just make a post on that blog when they post a chapter or fic, etc. I've been considering doing that since the taglist is a lot of work and time.

I've also seen blogs that have side blogs that just post chapters/fics and nothing else. I know quite a few of you only follow for the fic, so if anyone is interested, I could put together a side blog like that as well that you can follow and get notifications from instead of having to follow this blog and having to go through the probably 100 posts that I make a day 😂 (at least it feels that way for me)

Having a separate blog for the taglist too would allow me to schedule posts so I can have them come out a bit earlier than I get up for those of you across the world who stay up to read and have to wait for me to post in the morning when I get up (or later like today because I slept in). Of course Ao3 will get posted later because I can't schedule posts there, but at least for Tumblr I can have things post earlier.

So let me know what you think about the taglist side blog and the possible just chapters/fics side blog. Feel free to send in asks (anonymously or not) with your opinion. I might not answer them all (not tonight because my brain is fried and honestly i'm not sure if this is even comprehensible English) but I will at least use them to make the decision (or make a post with all of them and answer it as just one).

#more than likely i'll be doing the taglist blog just for my own sanity #and wrists #I'd tag everyone on the taglist in a post on that blog just so everyone sees it #also will still use the taglist for a chapter or two so everyone can have a chance to follow there #also don't feel bad for asking to be on the taglist #it's just gotten very long #and scheduling posts is so nice #it was very handy last year for Kinktober #anyway let me know what you think

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bigswitchenergyy · 11 months ago

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I'm terrible about remembering to post my AO3 links to Tumblr so here's a thread of firstprince fics

and I know now that i'm so down

Singer Henry x Actor Alex AU - explicit

you're so gorgeous, it actually hurts (honey it hurts)

Alex workout thirst - explicit

back against the wall (tripping when you're gone)

Polo player Henry x Journalist Alex - E

you could be my perfect disaster; I could be your ever after and my hand was the one you reached for

Firstprince x Kingsman AU - E

you know how to ball, I know aristotle

Roommates AU - E

i want all of you. forever. you and me.

Firstprince x The Notebook AU - E, complete

(I have more, I'll add them as a reply later 🫶🏽)

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starglow-xx · 10 months ago

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star's blue lock fic recs!

below the links are my own personal notes with a short plot blurb! a heart means it’s one of my personal faves! (but actually i just love all these fics so, so much)

im a heavy isagi simp so rn it's basically all him oops but i'll eventually add my fave fics for other characters too hehe

want more fic recs? see fic rec master list post here! all fic masterlists will be updated randomly!

✧.* Challenge Accepted : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ isagi yoichi you are a star

ᰔᩚ in which isagi is used as a chess piece for the jfa for more money and views by placing him in an exhibition match against ichinan high school with a certain someone taking his old spot as forward.

OR in which isagi yoichi proves he isn't just a lucky shot

ᰔᩚ status: complete! 3 chapters & 17,021 words

💗 More Than A Memory : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ sobbing over little isagi he's the cutest thing i just wanna pinch his little cheeks :(

ᰔᩚ isagi gets to meet his idol noel noa on his birthday and everything comes full circle 10 years later

ᰔᩚ bonus! the blue lock boys find out it's isagi birthday and chaos breaks loose as isagi and noel noa have a heart to heart

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 7,107 words

✧.* A Reason to Celebrate : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ isagi yoichi you are so, so loved & deserve nothing but the best

ᰔᩚ in which ego lets everyone know it's their favorite striker's birthday

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 6,371 words

💗 That's My Ego : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ AKSSVNSL i adore this fic sm, they're so cute i cannot

ᰔᩚ blue lock with a fem! isagi! some others are gender bent too but see fic for more hehe

ᰔᩚ sports with shoujo! follows the blue lock plot but has hints of romance as a side (?) plot mwah mwah

ᰔᩚ status: incomplete ; last updated april 19, 2023 ; 16 chapters & 85,024 words

💗💗💗 Butterfly Flutterby : ̗̀➛ ao3 link (but can also be found on quotev!)

ᰔᩚ this fic has my heart 10/10, i always reread ; i will never not recommend this fic, it’s honestly one of my faves of all time ; still patiently waiting for the next update :((

ᰔᩚ fem reader insert! the interactions with the blue lock boys are always so cute and so is mc i wanna squish her (our??) cheeks (author refers to her as rea-chan in the notes so sometimes i read it as an oc fic teehee)

ᰔᩚ mc gets chosen to be a manager for the blue lock program, competing alongside other managers facing risk of elimination like the boys

ᰔᩚ slight hints of romance/possible pairings but very minimal ; focus for now is being friends/a good manager

ᰔᩚ status: incomplete ; last updated march 19, 2023 ; 12 chapters & 64,042 words

ISAGI YOICHI

✧.* Hometown Hero : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ need more fics abt reuniting with isagi post blue lock bc man the angst potential is great :(

ᰔᩚ fem! reader where mc and isagi, her childhood friend, reunite but he's a bit different than how she remembered him

ᰔᩚ some angst but has a happy ending!

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 2,862 words

✧.* Fake It 'til We Make It : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ fake dating! do i need to say more

ᰔᩚ no pronouns! gender neutral reader!

ᰔᩚ a bit of angst but happy ending! :D

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 3,270 words

💗💗 if i had a choice : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ crying bc i want isagi to want me too :((

ᰔᩚ post u-20 match! fem! reader reuniting with isagi having already accepted soccer takes priority in his life right now

ᰔᩚ angst with a happy ending!

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot

💗 happily always after : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ ASDSVN i wanna marry isagi :(

ᰔᩚ a misunderstanding regarding a proposal causes you to distance yourself a little

ᰔᩚ hurt/comfort with a happy ending!

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot

💗💗 home visits : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ he's literally so sweet im going to die, isagi marry me pls :((

ᰔᩚ where you visit isagi's parents at his house and seeing some baby photos make you think of the future

ᰔᩚ fluffy fluff fluff, you'll get a tooth ache

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot

💗💗 as close as strangers : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ ASNVLS oh to have a meet cute with isagi yoichi :(

ᰔᩚ you go with you sister to a bar to meet her newest boy toy but end up getting rescued by a stranger when you get some unwanted attention

ᰔᩚ fluff fluff isagi yoichi pls marry me

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 1.4k words

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #star’s blue lock fic recs!💞#star’s fic recs!💫#screaming abt blue lock!!

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still--kicking · 2 months ago

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Rolling into your inbox to ask if you have some klance angst/whump reccs with a happy ending. Like- stick them both in a blender for a few hours before pouring lemon juice in there level angst

Idk I’ve exhausted all my current fics and crave more hurt/comfort

it sounds like you've read a lot of fics so hopefully some of these recs are new!! sorry this took me a while, I really wanted to think on it and reread some of these, and if I think of any others I'll add them later!!

So Much More Than Space Dust by ad_asterism (47,613 words, rated M) I read this one for the first time recently and I can't stop thinking about it. a healing pod malfunctions and wipes Lance's memory of the last seven months in space, including a month where he and Keith were captured by Lotor and Lance was tortured. some of the torture does happen on screen, but it's easy to skip if you choose to. this one is so incredible please read it omg

I Won't Say I'm in Love by Write4love (32,977 words, not rated) Lance stops an assassination attempt and gets wrecked in the process, and because of Keith's reaction the planet assumes they're dating and request that the red and blue boyfriends be the face of their treaty with the voltron coalition. the blender bits are at the start of the fic and then it becomes a fake dating au. The author didn't rate it but I feel like it's about a T rating

Your Claws in Me by burlesquecomposer (51,143 words, rated M) I have this one bookmarked but don't actually remember it that well so I'll post the ao3 summary: "Lance falls under the control of Zarkon's Druids, and although his friends manage to get him back, nothing is quite the same. Maybe the Galra succeeded after all. Maybe the Galra merely wanted to tear Team Voltron apart from the inside."

On the line (stay with me) by hiuythn (4,591 words, rated T) Lance is gravely injured and calls Keith, who's away with the Blades, just to have someone on the phone with him (this is the same author as there, nestled against his pulse which I'm assuming you've read but if you haven't, you need to)

Reach out for you (break these walls) by Paladin-Pile (UserFromPluto) (14,786 words, rated T) Lance realizes that Keith has childhood trauma and helps him get accustomed to positive touch. this one is generally pretty wholesome tbh

this one is recent so I'm assuming you've read it but in case you haven't, Let Me In If I Break by existwound (10,240 words, rated M) post canon, Lance hasn't heard from Keith in a year and then finds him bleeding out in his bathroom. a classic setup, I eat it up every time

lastly, I have recommended this one before and I think it's quite popular but in case you haven't read it, Antidote by Ardenrabbit is a lovebug fic where instead of giving Keith lovey dovey feelings for Lance when he gets bit, he experiences excruciating pain when they're not touching. this is Keith in a blender: the fic, and they're both constantly trying to take hits for each other and then getting mad at each other for it 🫶🏻 it's immaculate, no notes, chefs kiss, etc

#kicking asks #klance fic recs #klance fics #klance

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murkycran · 1 year ago

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Radiostatic/Voxal Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Radiostatic/Voxal Fic Rec List! ^_^ This will include romantic, platonic, and/or queerplatonic Radiostatic fics (and admittedly probably a couple of Radiosilence fics, too).

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work or are wrong!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Staticmoth Fic Rec List

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

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Radio Healed the Video Star by Aspiring_Forest_Witch

Summary: Alastor comes across an unconscious and battered Vox while out on one of his strolls. He feels compelled to bring him back to the hotel.

Notes: 98% of this fic was written before season 1 was released, so keep that in mind, because there's obviously going to be inconsistencies with canon. It's nearly finished (at least according to the author's notes in the latest chapters, I think). I suggest pacing yourself with this one - it's nearly 700k words long. I ruined a good sleep schedule staying up to get through it. (So worth it though.) There are quite a few OCs in later chapters, but they're such good OCs. You fall in love with them just as much as the canon characters, I swear. I would die for Verity and the Trio.

Let's Misbehave by joosymango

Summary: Alastor wins a bet against Vox, now his rival must stop pestering him for two weeks. It should be a pleasant break! So why does he miss the idiot?

Notes: Vaguely inspired by Aspiring_Forest_Witch's Radio Healed the Video Star. Also largely written before season 1 release. First fic I read for the HH fandom. ^_^

Safe with Me Series by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Having only ever set his sights on men who treat women with odious disrespect, Alastor never thought he'd take interest in Vox's turbulent relationship with his fiancé and business partner, Valentino. He decides to lend a helping hand in the hopes of getting Vox out of his sticky situation. After all, what are childhood enemies for?

Unfortunately, neither Alastor nor Vox could've predicted the rollercoaster of unsaid emotions and future horrors that are thrown their way. Will they be able to rely on each other and get by unscathed? Or will destiny have other plans for these two?

[HUMAN AU] [There's art included for the human designs]

Notes: It's so, so good. ;-; Heed the tags. There's a prequel consisting of oneshots, plus a sequel (listed below, bc I can't not put it here)! And there's ART! So much art!

You, My Everything by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Some say that love can conquer all, even in Hell.

Vox begged to differ, and he was damn well sure Alastor did too – or at least he would be, if Alastor hadn’t become one big question mark.

Sequel to Safe with Me.

Notes: Only read if you've read Safe With Me!!! Still pretty early in the story but so good. ;-; The angst, I swear...

You're on the Air by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: A series of short, daily conversations between a radio host and his avid listener, as the two learn more about each other’s lives over the air. Set in the late 90s/early 2000s.

Notes: Same author as Safe with Me, but not set in the same universe! This one is set up in a literal radio show format; almost entirely dialogue-centric.

Of Candied Pine and Cherried Smoke by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Inspired by x_Arcticfox_x’s fanfiction: Blue Raspberries And Cherry Cola

After overdosing on them one too many times to curb the steadily weakening suppressants, Vox's body rejects them outright. Now with his scent getting stronger, he finds himself struggling to hide his true status as an Omega. In his desperation, he seeks help from the one person that knows his secret: Alastor.

Notes: Omegaverse. Same author as Safe with Me series and You're on the Air!

Blue Raspberries And Cherry Cola by x_Arcticfox_x

Summary: Vox is an omega, that's his biggest secret.

During his life time he hid this fact using suppressants, and counited to in death. One day he runs out of pills and his supplier is out of stock for the time being so Vox is forced to submit to the torture of going through heat for the first time in decades.

Too bad his business partner only see's omega's as mere object's...

But hey, at least Angel found him just in time, right?

Notes: Omegaverse. Currently on hold, but has 14 chapters currently available for reading. :)

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Alastor decides that it's time to claim what is rightfully his, consequences be damned.

Notes: It's not porn but it might as well have been for how fucking intense this scene was. 😳

Dripping Pink by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Just before an Overlord meeting, Alastor gets infected by an off-market, highly potent, and incredibly dangerous love potion. Nobody realises until it's too late.

Notes: Simultaneously funny as fuck and erotic as all hell. I suffered from so much secondhand embarrassment on Vox's behalf. It's wonderful. :D

Lucidity's Fog by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Ever since he met Alastor, Vox has been having raunchy dreams about the deer. Those dreams suddenly stop when Alastor disappears. For seven years, he's free of the guilt, of the shame brought on by his unconscious desire.

Until Alastor comes back, and Vox is plagued by a new dream the same day he finds out about the news. This time, however, something is distinctively different about how the deer is acting.

Notes: Author tagged for light angst, but ngl the ending did not feel like 'light' angst to me lol. Hurt in a good way.

Finger Tips and Dotted Lips by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Alastor has sensitive hands; he finds this out at the most inconvenient time possible. Unfortunately, Vox is the one who ends up paying the price for it.

Having to help a seemingly broken Overlord whilst navigating this new discovery proves to be a little more taxing than the Radio Demon could ever have imagined.

Notes: Alastor is such a troll in this omg.

Thawing Out by Seaside_Dreaming

Summary: Seeing a small crack in Vox's screen nags at Alastor more than he likes to admit.

Vox wishes things were better. Sooner or later, Alastor has to come to terms with the fact he has feelings, in general.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. HIGHLY suggest reading the prequel one-shot. It's not necessary to understand the plot here, but you should read it anyway.

Static by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox creates a new and improved version of himself to please Val, only to be replaced by it. He is left beaten and broken with no one to turn to . . . except maybe his oldest enemy, Alastor.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Hating you feels so good by TwoBitJester

Summary: Vox obsesses over his returned enemy and finds himself a little too wound up

Notes: Very good PWP.

Laced Over Dinner by hazbinhearts

Summary: Vox is persuaded to dress a little differently over dinner for Alastor, but finds it remarkably uncomfortable as the night goes on. Written for VoxWeek21 Day 3: dressing up [appearance, formal, dance].

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Corsets. 😳

Observer by DeviousPossum

Summary: He moved the cursor to click off, when he suddenly heard a very recognizable static laced tone.

Alastor.

What the fuck. Alastor is singing.

Vox unintentionally ran claw marks across his desk, an increasingly common habit for him as of late. He grimaced at his now ruined table and unsuccessfully tried to reel in an inexplicable feeling that could only be described as jealousy.

Notes: Porn with a tiny bit of plot in the first chapter. :3

RadioTV Week 2021 Series by Heliosolar

Summary: Pretty much the title; various prompts.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. All worth reading, though they aren't connected.

Sharkblocking by Anonymous

Summary: Alastor is Vox’s number one rival. Incidentally, though nobody involved is aware of it, Alastor’s number one rival is actually Vox’s pet shark.

In which Alastor is actually a little obsessed back and Vark is the biggest obstacle to Radiostatic short of canon itself.

Notes: VARK!

Control + V by TooManyPsuedonyms

Summary: Vox and Alastor have a... thing. Not quite a relationship, but something. Vox is too scared to define it properly, and Alastor is dead set that Vox will eventually get bored of his lack of reciprocity and move on.

So, Valentino tries to show Vox what he is missing.

... too bad Vox didn't want him like that. ... too bad Alastor didn't know want is a vague word.

Notes: Heed the tags!!! There's currently a sequel; I haven't read it yet, but I definitely plan to. 👀

gift of the magi by vol_ctrl

Summary: "... Although husband and wife are now left with gifts that neither one can use, they realize how far they are willing to go to show their love for each other, and how priceless their love really is ..."

Alastor/Vox established relationship fluff.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Very sweet. ^_^

the lost tape by vol_ctrl

Summary: There's a NEW ambitious media demon in Pentagram City. You never get a second chance to make a first impression, right?

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

12 Days of Yuletide by vol_ctrl

Summary: A parody of the 12 Days of Christmas traditional tune, as can only be done by Vox gifting to his beloved adversary.

Or, a series of letters from the desk of Alastor upon receiving a series of increasingly elaborate gifts from his insufferably modern foil during the holiday season.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Fear makes the heart grow fonder by Graysongirl

Summary: After a bit of inspiration from an unlikely source Vox comes up with the plan that scaring Alastor is the best route to gaining his affections. The haunted house at LuLu World seems like the perfect (safe) environment for a bit of pre-planned scaring...

[Stand-alone staticradio]

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Funny af. "Red! Red!" XD

Cordyceps, King of Ants by spappest

Summary: Vox is tired. Of Valentino. Of Velvette. Of Alastor, and Hell, and everything in between. He can't escape, but he can cut himself off, piece by piece, until he feels nothing at all. Alastor takes exception to this approach and commissions a certain princess of Hell to fix his foe. Now Vox has a hotel of misfits on one side of him, overlords on the other, and Alastor crushing his cage ever smaller.

Clearly, the only way Vox will get any peace and quiet is to just kill God.

Valentino did always tell him that he had no chill.

Notes: Started before season 1 was released. Technically features Staticmoth but it's not the focus as much as Radiostatic (which honestly has a relationship status of ??? not romantic but also not friendship or even strictly enemies...just...Alastor and Vox). O_O I think about this fic on a daily basis.

Russian Roulette by spappest

Summary: Vox and Alastor play a game that Vox is way too excited to lose.

Notes: Started before season 1 release. Take note!!! I'm putting this on the Radiostatic list because it's almost entirely centered on Alastor and Vox's dynamic, but the romantic relationship is Staticmoth. The Staticmoth is just not featured very much.

Vox and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Afterlife by spappest

Summary: Alastor goes into rut.

Vox has a bad time. Then a good time. Then a very bad time. Then a brief vacation. Then a confusing time.

Notes: Background Staticmoth, but Radiostatic is most prominent. Funny af. Alastor and Vox have...a very special relationship. Lol.

Killer Ex by FanGirl48

Summary: Alastor was a serial killer who valued his privacy. So when someone who claims to know what he is tries to barge into his life he can't let them live, his secret must be protected at all cost.

A normally easy task easy task becomes complicated when Alastor's ex-boyfriend is dragged into the whole thing forcing the serial killer to go visit them for the first time in seven years.

Notes: Human AU. Love me some possessive Alastor. <3

Negotiations by FanGirl48

Summary: Vox had no interest in attending a meeting between Heaven and Hell following the failed attack by the Adam and his Exterminators. Alastor's little gremlin caused the mess, so he can go clean it up. Vox had nothing wanted nothing to do with the radio demon, king of hell or heaven.

But that was before Lucifer made the media overlord aware of Valentino's little job offer to his daughter.

Damnit Valentino!

Notes: "And they were roommates!" "Oh my god they were roommates"

Down, Up, and Back Down by CowboyEnthusiast

Summary: Vox dies. Surprisingly no one takes this well.

Or, Vox dies and Alastor tries to drag his soul back from Purgatory.

Notes: Another fic I think about daily... Heavy themes. Heed the tags.

Hold Me Like a Grudge by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor has spent a long time running from Vox. Vox has chased after him almost as long. When suppressants fail throughout the city, they finally collide.

Notes: Omegaverse. Fun fact about this author: all their Radiostatic fic titles are from Fall Out Boy lyrics lol. (I fucking love FOB sue me.) I haven't yet read all of Rachello344's Radiostatic fics, BUT I have them all on my To Read list because I've loved everything I've read of theirs so far lol.

What Makes You So Special? by Rachello344

Summary: With Lucifer’s return to the Pride Ring, the other Deadly Sins were bound to take notice. When Asmodeus stops by the Pride Ring to visit the Morningstars, the Vees are able to make a deal to host a pop-up shop of the incredibly popular Lust Ring establishment, Ozzie’s, bringing it to the Pride Ring for the first time.

When Vox and Alastor both attend the restaurant’s opening night, long repressed sparks fly, forever changing their relationship.

Notes: Because of the pacing of this (sex first romance later), I feel like this is the Radiostatic equivalent of Femalefonzie's Freak-A-Zoid (a really good Staticmoth fic). This is hands down one of the most romantic Radiostatic fics I've read. ^_^

Hold Me Tight (or Don't) by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor and Vox finally come to an understanding, both of each other and of what they each mean to the other. Their relationship evolves accordingly, one concession at a time, until they both get everything they could possibly want: power, companionship, and even love.

Notes: So, so good.

Keep You Like an Oath by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor normally wouldn’t bother with the chore—breaking into V Tower was quite a lot of work, even for him—but he found himself curious about what Vox and his little friends might be working on. Especially since whatever it was had Angel concerned enough to report back to the rest of the hotel about it.

Of course, before he can learn anything, he’ll need to sneak past Vox’s watchful eye…

Notes: God it's just...so good. Read it. Radiostatic reconciliation. One thing I love about Rachello344 writing Radiostatic is Alastor's terms of endearment for Vox. ^_^

To Be Yours by pinegreenapples

Summary: Alastor hears something he hasn't heard in years. He decides to investigate why now, of all times, this frequency has turned back on. Vox is not amused.

Notes: Hurt no comfort. Hurts so good, though. ;-;

oleanders in june by spoondrifts

Summary: It seems like while Alastor was off preying on the self-destructive addictions of desperate sinners, Vox was off getting himself beaten half to death, probably from spouting belligerent nonsense at someone with violent tendencies and a far lower threshold for disrespect than Alastor. Not everyone finds poor Vox’s chatter as charming as he does.

If Vox is unconscious, then Vox is not being entertaining, and Alastor came here to have fun, not play nursemaid.

Or: Drunk on power and itching to cause some mayhem, Alastor hunts down the only person in the city who's always up for anything. Unfortunately, he finds Vox... not exactly in tip-top shape. No matter; he can work with that too.

Notes: ^_^ Very sweet.

equilibrium by curtailed

Summary: Post-Finale. The Hotel finds Alastor right on the front lawn, unconscious and bleeding, still injured from Adam's blade. While he recovers, all of Hell scrambles to find out who his mysterious rescuer is.

Meanwhile, Vox tries not to freak out that he might have accidentally made a soul bond to save that deer asshole's life. All he had wanted to do was to scope out the ruins of Alastor's radio tower. Fuck him for being curious, he supposed.

Notes: This fic has me in a CHOKEHOLD. I love the characterizations so, so much. Manages to fit in humor alongside the angst. One of the best fight scenes I've ever seen put into words. Curtailed really took Vox and Alastor as characters and planned out a cool fucking fight scene using their unique abilities. I automatically love anything tagged with "one fell first but the other fell harder" lol.

candlelight by curtailed

Summary: Despite the #SirRepentious success, Heaven remains skeptical of a sinner's ability to change. Logic gets lost somewhere, and really, what's a better way to show sinners can be marginally less horrible than to stick two Overlords who hate each other in the same living space?

Alastor and Vox play house.

Notes: The comedy of Alastor and Vox being forced to be civil with each other and then unintentionally becoming very domestic together. Lol

wallow by curtailed

Summary: A 2+1 fic. Two times when Alastor and Vox were in a love triangle (hard quote on love, hard quote on triangle), and the one time Alastor had Vox to himself.

Notes: Only 1 (very good) chapter so far, but safe to say pretty heavy already. Heed the tags.

Addicted by Dancingdog

Summary: After the latest argument with Valentino, Vox finds himself at the Hazbin Hotel. An injured Alastor is less-than-pleased to see him, which is understandable considering they are enemies.

But as more and more of Valentino's venom leaves his system, Vox begins to remember his days before V-Tower and he learns exactly why Alastor rejected his offer all those decades ago.

His memories return in fits and spurts - not all of them good. His past with Alastor isn't something he expected and it turns out that he isn't the only one suffering.

Notes: Dude. This fic hurt me. Such good angst.

Radio Made the Video Star Series by songofhell

Summary: Snippets of Vox and Alastor's afterlife, and their journey from strangers to friends to enemies to... something more.

Notes: Pretty much what the series summary says - a series of installments that chronicle the beginning and subsequent evolution of Alastor and Vox's relationship. Very good, has tons of possessive!Alastor, which I die for.

Uneasy by Saezs

Summary: “Something’s wrong with Voxy.”

Velvette’s eyes snapped to the tall moth pimp. “And?” she prompted with a raised eyebrow. As if she needed to deal with two piss babies this close to a show. Valentino shrugged, tapping away on his phone, and walked away to stand threateningly close to her new models. Before she could snap at him, she saw it; his wings were twitching. Barely noticeable to strangers, just under the hum of the building’s lights, he was squeaking with each tap of his fingers. She felt unease and a healthy dose of aggravation swirl in her stomach.

Or: Vox was roofied and sexually assaulted. Velvette tries to be better than her mother. Unexpected connections are formed.

Notes: Heed the tags! Features genderfluid Vox. :)

Five Times Vox and Alastor Danced and One Time They Didn't by Drowsy_Salamander

Summary: “I say, good fellow, what are you doing on the ground like that?”

The voice was perky, cheerful, and bright. It had a crisp mid-Atlantic accent, the kind Vox remembered being all the rage for stage and film performers back when he first entered the broadcast industry. The diction was crystal clear with every sound enunciated separately to maximise clarity, the consonants clicked and the vowels were broad. It was a performer’s voice.

A voice for radio.

Oh shit.

... Five times Vox and Alastor danced and one time Vox and Alastor didn't.

From their first meeting through their friendship, to their enmity and fighting. From infatuation to yearning to animosity. Dancing is a partnership, is it not?

Notes: Each chapter so far has been a different type of dance, which is really neat. Especially chapter 2. ^_^ That said, there's a feeling of impending doom, knowing what happens to their relationship eventually... Not saying that as a deterrent but just a comment on how I felt while reading it lol. It's very sweet, which is why it hurts to think of future chapters. 🙃

Days Long Past by Momo52

Summary: All sinners of hell bore some physical marks of how they lived and died. Some physical manifestations were more obvious while others were subtle. Vox was not an exception to this rule.

While his television head was an obvious indication of his life while on Earth, the mark he bore from his death was far more subdued. Luckily enough, his shame was easily concealed behind a high collar. Unfortunately, he is just as well known in his afterlife as he was in his life. As such, trying to make everyone believe that he is so much stronger than what his death implies is a constant battle. He only wished that he wasn’t the hardest one to convince.

Notes: I think platonic Radiostatic is the endgame here. Still pretty early in the story, but I'm really liking this author's depiction of Vox and Alastor's pasts. Heed the tags. There are heavy subjects such as suicide (very big theme for Vox's pov) and period-typical racism (in Alastor's past) present in the story.

Remote Access by x-UsoTsuki-x (its_not_reael)

Summary: In the aftermath of Alastor and Vox's electrifying on-air showdown, Vox finds himself unusually rattled. His usual suave demeanor is slipping, much to his cohorts' amusement – and concern. Velvet can do little more than roll her eyes at his antics. Valentino, on the other hand, is convinced that all Vox needs to do is get fucked and relax.

or, alternatively...

The tech-savvy overlord manages to snag a virus from a porn site and finds himself in the arms of his worst enemy.

Notes: Fairly certain this is firmly Radiosilence based on the tags (and the direction of the story so far). Very funny, very hot. Vox is pathetic in this one. Lol

Nun-thing Like You've Ever Seen Series by A_Cypress_Coffin

Summary: Alastor, the feared radio demon with more blood on his hands than most of hell combined, wasn't always as we imagine him. There was a time where instead of a dapper suit and smile he donned a simple vow and habit. That didn't last of course, but the journey is quite something.

Notes: This author has a great sense of humor, lmao. I enjoyed the unique headcanons for Alastor's backstory. The tag that hooked me: "Accidentally becoming a better person through bad domming and found family".

Empathia by The_Oblivious_Swallow

Summary: Creating new technology is boring, sex is physically unappealing, the other Vee’s are so annoying, annoying, annoying! Even Vark, his baby, his pride and joy, doesn’t stir the same joy in his heart like he should.

So, Vox had concluded that it had to go. For his sake.

Notes: Contains Staticmoth, but Radiostatic seems like the endgame (I write this as there is one chapter still left). Really interesting idea. I love Vox.exe so much. ;-;

Every Madman Has His Vice by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: “What the fuck do you want, Alastor? Was it not enough to kill me all those years ago? Now, you had to go for the people I loved and the only things I had left in this fucking Hellhole?”

“It was my fault,” Alastor whispers as he approaches Vox slowly, as if he was some sort of wounded animal he didn’t want to scare off. His prey. “Vox, I’m sorry. If I had a chance to redo that night, I would never have hurt you to this extent. I’ll never harm you again.”

“That’s seven years too fucking late, Alastor.”

OR: Seven years ago, instead of Alastor disappearing, it was Vox who left instead.

Notes: I’m so fucking here for this AU. Possessive Alastor, Vox helping with the hotel, Husk is still an Overlord, yessss

Metathesiophobia (Fear of Change) by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: There's a lot that can change in seven years.

But never once had Alastor expected for something like this from his old rival and older friend.

Or, Alastor and Vox start to rekindle their old friendship again after a shocking discovery strikes the deer demon.

Notes: QPR Radiostatic with MtF Vox! Contains a smidge of Staticmoth, but it's in the background and not the focus. Very well written.

surimi and venison by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: A series of short drabbles (500+ words) in an interconnected universe (peep the tags, they're still in hell), centering around Alastor and his new pet fish... shark... television thing. Will (hopefully) update 1-2 times a week. Written as my attempt at a Mermay series.

Notes: Like the summary says, Mermay prompts featuring SharkHybrid!Vox, along with Alastor, who literally saw Vox and decided to make him his pet. Lol.

an arm and a leg, my dear, les yeux d'la tête by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: “I mean, usually when Val gets mad he gets like, super pissy too an’ starts destroyin’ shit ‘round the set and in his clubs, but like, usually Vox can calm him down. Problem is, where the Hell is that guy? I haven’t seen ‘im round the Tower for like, a month or two now. That ain’t normal.”

“What, so you mean he just up and left?”

“No, but like… he hasn’t been seen ‘in public’ for like, two months now. It’s startin’ to get suspicious. Like, I ‘unno if I’m just paranoid or something, but… Vox is like, the fuckin’ face of Hell’s Entertainment District. When he’s not round for a bit, that’s nothing to worry about on its own… but when he’s not round for a bit an’ Val and Velvette are creeping around, looking for his rival…? I mean… the dots are connecting. If Al did something…”

“If Vox was dead, we would know.” OR: Two months ago, Vox went missing. Right now, it seems as if Alastor has something to hide.

Notes: Vox gets attic-wifed and wears a virgin killer sweater. ^_^

we'll go down together in the ashes of our love by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: Glimpses into the Radio Demon's life as he reluctantly navigates parenthood with his co-parenting partner and the demon princess hoisted onto him by the King and Queen of Hell.

Loosely inspired by Spy X Family.

Notes: CUTE! I love domestic Radiostatic.

What Has Been by Tianren

Summary: Vox has never known peace. From being the son of a egocentric cult leader, to being the boyfriend of a self absorbed abuser. Vox has managed to build a pretty sad life for himself. The only spot of sunshine that had ever blessed his existence was when he met an amateur true crime investigative journalist, with a podcast named, Alastor. The man was his only source of unfiltered news and contact to the world outside his father’s compound. But after Vox finally escaped the cult he waited for Alastor. Waited weeks in their assigned meeting spot just to be forgotten. Vox was convinced he’d stopped waiting for Alastor years ago until he meets the man again seven years later at a hotel. What will reconnecting with his past lead to and will it help him escape the hell he’s built for himself?

Takes place in the late 2000s early 2010s

Trigger warning for religious trauma and abuse as major themes of this story. Will add more warnings if they arise as I go on.

Notes: Really interesting human AU concept!

(Fic rec list to be continued)

#hazbin hotel #radiostatic #voxal #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #fic rec list

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drop-dead-dropout · 3 months ago

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posting a kimharry oneshot here bc i'm too lazy to format it on ao3 rn but I'll reblog with the ao3 link later if I get around to it

so basically I was thinking about how kim is very my partner coded and I had this galaxy brain idea to write a fic where kim is asexual or uhhh. would grayace be the term? sorry idk but it's based on my partner I love him <3. also blink and you'll miss it trans harry but it's important to me that you know they're t4t in this lol. cw for suggestive (non-graphic discussions of sexuality and also it takes place Directly after them fucking), 1.3k words. (please be nice to me I've never posted fic on tumblr lol)

YOU — The air in your apartment is musty with the smell of sweat and sex. Your chest heaves with slightly strangled breaths, face burning with humiliation. You've always been a little (a lot) loose-lipped during orgasm—

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Especially an orgasm like that, holy shit, Kim—

YOU — But you've never, in living memory, said anything quite as ridiculously and unashamedly needy as the complete word-vomit that just exited your mouth a few seconds ago.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Failure] — Honestly, you were a little out of it and the exact phrasing is already slipping your mind, but it was something along the lines of... What was it again?

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] — Oh my fucking Dei don't stop, Kim please I need you so bad, god I'm so desperate, shit, you drive me fucking crazy, pleasepleaseplease—

SAVOIR FAIRE — Yeah, no, I'm cutting you off right there. He's already about to spontaneously combust, you don't need to embarrass him even more.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — He asked. Besides, I'm not the one who dropped the ball there.

COMPOSURE — Sorry for that, Harry.

KIM KITSURAGI — Kim's hands rest on your chest, tracing circles just below your twin scars with his nimble fingers. "Is that... Really how it feels, to you?"

EMPATHY — It's a genuine question, and he's smiling with an infectious fondness. He's not upset, just curious. Your eagerness is fascinating to him. And cute.

HALF-LIGHT — What does he mean by that, though? Are we too needy? Is it not good for him? Does he hate us and want us to die forever—

VOLITION — No. Shut up. We already agreed you're not allowed to talk when Harry's alone with Kim, don't you remember?

HALF-LIGHT — But! Danger!

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Trivial: Success] — It's Kim. There is no danger here.

YOU — At a loss for anything else to say, you just nod, a bit dumbly. "I mean... Yeah. Is it, uh, not like that for you?"

COMPOSURE [Formidable: Failure] — You try to play the question off as a nonchalant, but you're not even close to being a good enough liar to hide the mild undercurrent of fear in your voice. Especially not from him. (Khm. Sorry again.)

KIM KITSURAGI — "No, not really. It's not you," he quickly adds, seeing the obvious and barely-held back self-loathing in your expression. "It's just the way I am, I suppose. I'm too old to question it now."

DRAMA [Heroic: Success] — He's not lying to spare your feelings, sire. This is truly just a facet of himself that's always been there.

RHETORIC [Challenging: Failure] — By the way, you distinctly recall hearing him talk about having had sex before. Quite a bit, in fact.

YOU — "But wait, I thought—"

KIM KITSURAGI — Already having anticipated this line of questioning, Kim laughs a bit under his breath. "It wasn't a lie; I never said I don't. Actually, sometimes that made it better— without all the messy urgency, I guess I seemed 'cool', to borrow your phrasing. And it's not like I didn't enjoy it, either." He shrugs. "It was just... Something to do. I never really understood the intensity."

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — A dozen miles and many years ago, two young men make out in a musty old apartment. "How are you always so— so unaffected," one says to the other with a breathy laugh. In a few months he will repeat these words with a much uglier tone, and they will be the last ones Kim ever hears from him.

EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — For the record, he was not, in fact, "unaffected" by that particular heartbreak. Don't ever hurt him like that.

YOU — Before you can think better of it, you find yourself saying, "Is that bad?"

KIM KITSURAGI — A twitch in the corner of his mouth interrupts his relaxed grin for a moment. You almost want to mourn the loss. "I don't know, Harry, is it? Why do you think it would be?"

PAIN THRESHOLD — You've hurt him, idiot. We just told you not to do that.

YOU — "I-I mean— it's just—" Your teeth click audibly with how quickly you shut your own mouth. You really, really don't want to fuck this up.

HALF-LIGHT — Too late.

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] — HEY. Back in the corner, you.

YOU — Guys, please help me. I don't know anything about… Well, anything, really, but especially not this. How do I fix it? What do I say to make him feel better?

INLAND EMPIRE — You could start by actually answering his question, instead of rushing to apologize. Why do you think it would be bad? What about the concept is uncomfortable to you?

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] — Kim feels safe with you, in the same way that you do with him. Be honest. He knows you didn't mean anything by it— the only way you could fuck this up is by not talking to him.

YOU — After a moment of pondering, you find the right words. Or maybe not the right words, but the ones that feel the most true: "I don't know. But I know I would be unhappy, if I was... Different to how I am now."

EMPATHY — Kim's eyes flash with a bit of surprise. But good surprise, like an old friend dropping by unexpectedly. The smile returns (yay!)— smaller, but softer, and almost giddy. It's not one you see on him often, a bit too unguarded and juvenile for his tastes. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

KIM KITSURAGI — "So would I," he says simply.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] — He means it.

YOU — "Oh." You blink two or three times. "Oh. Well that's good, then, right? That you're happy?"

PERCEPTION (HEARING) — Something about the almost childish sincerity in your voice must be funny to him, because he keeps doing that thing where he chuckles under his breath, and coughs to try to cover it.

PAIN THRESHOLD [Formidable: Failure] — He's laughing at you.

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Failure] — Exactly. He's mocking you, Harry, he thinks you're an idiot. Make him respect you—

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] — He's in love, you moron.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — As if on cue (or maybe your internal dialogue is just more easily observable from the outside than you thought), Kim leans forward and kisses you. For the first time, you notice how effective he is at responding to your reactions, like he's trying to find and wring out every last happy sigh and spark of oxytocin he could possibly give you.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] — Because he likes this. He likes pressing all your buttons and seeing what they do, which ones work the best. (Almost all of them work, when it's him. Maybe a little too well.)

ENDURANCE — Hey, don't look at me like that! It's not my fault he doesn't play fair.

SAVOIR FAIRE — Exactly. How are we supposed to be cool in front of Kim? He's like, the coolest.

KIM KITSURAGI — "I love you," Kim whispers, his lips tickling against your collarbone.

SAVOIR FAIRE — See?! He even makes THAT sound cool, a thousand times cooler than when we say it, which is, like, every five seconds!!

EMPATHY — It's true that you're usually the one to say it first. For a time, he hardly said it at all— you learned not to take it personally. You certainly have your own baggage. But lately, it's been nice to watch as he gets a bit more comfortable.

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] — The cuddling usually seems to help, in moments like this.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Godly: Success] — After all, what is a hug but a way to hide your face?

YOU — You wind your arms tighter around him. "I love you, too, Kim." And you swear he must be able to feel the way your lungs glow.

EMPATHY — He does. Of course he does.

INLAND EMPIRE — For a moment, you think you can feel his, too.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — SLEEP WELL, MY DARLINGS.

#the doctor who sneak at the end... listen that line changed my life ok #i very much enjoy the script-esque format of disco elysium. sorry if i lean on it too much lol #can you tell i was curious if i could use the word “sex” as little as possible in this #alex writes sometimes #<- fic tag for if i ever do this again ig #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #kimharry #disco elysium fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #debated color coding the skills like i usually do in my google docs but decided it would probably be obnoxious lol #asexual #<- is it okay to use that tag? I'M not asexual but the fic is about asexuality #and based on my partner irl who is asexual #. i'm probably overthinking it

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marginofthought · 4 days ago

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it’s always bottom!dean enjoyers who complain 24/7 and create unnecessary drama. “there’s too much bottom!sam!” (not true and everyone knows it lol), “stop comparing sam to a deer!” (this one is just funny, because it comes from the people who think dean is a cute lil omega kitten who could never hurt anyone), “people shouldn’t talk about dominant top!dean because he’s subby with women in bed!” (this sends me, because since when a man who enjoys when women ride his dick = bottom? i’m begging these people to learn the difference between dom/sub and top/bottom. also sam and dean’s sexual preferences with women most definitely wouldn’t reflect their possible sexual dynamic with men, or with each other, since they have their own complex thing going on. also lets not forget that dean is sam’s brotherfather and their relationship is not about them being two lovers. it’s about physical & emotional power imbalance and sam is shown to be completely physically submissive to dean, whether it’s dean being tender or violent to him. this aspect should be taken into account when it comes to their sexual relationship)

You're absolutely right! I'll always repeat that whenever the dynamic isn't tagged the vast vast majority of times it's bottom!dean. So even if bottom!sam might have 3.089 works on AO3 (while also tagged as sam/dean) and bottom!dean "only" has 2.805 works (also tagged as sam/dean) I can promise you there is much more bottom!dean out there and it's not our fault it's not easily findable under that tag

both "don't compare sam with a deer" and "dean is a sub with men" make me question people's comprehension skills because like you said, Dean is not physically submissive to men and he does not give up his power, not to Sam and as I can recall not to others. So even if we're talking about other men like Benny or Castiel or whoever, we don't see Dean letting them get the upper hand.

Also the whole "omega Dean" thing comes from it being one of the first fics for wincest and the omegaverse (if i recall correctly) and I just wanna add that it was written in 2005 right at the beginning where we didn't really know Dean yet AND it is perfectly okay to change your opinions later on when you learn more about a character

I mean honestly, to each their own and if you want to read bottom!dean you can do that but please don't lie about there not being that many fics for it. (also please tag you posts with bottom!dean so it can stop being shoved into my face)

#i try to stay out of drama but this riles me up every time #fandom wank #bottom!sam #spn fandom #spn wank #tagging wank #wincest #samdean #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #supernatural #ask

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magicbeings · 3 months ago

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How I added "instant translation" to the non-english text on my fic: a very easy 3 step guide

Hello!

I recently posted a Wolfstar fanfic called Instance of Happenstance and received a lot of compliments on a small piece of code I used. Both @marigold-hills and @leavesthatarebrown suggested I share how I did it, so here I am, finally explaining it in a Tumblr post!

Before diving into the details, I want to clarify that I didn't write this code myself.

Initially, I tried following this tutorial, but I stumbled upon a better solution in the comments of that post. The code on the tutorial itself does work, but a) it's harder to use and b) it doesn't work as well if you're planing to have multiple paragraphs that you need to show the translation on the same fic.

The solution someone presented on the comments, however, is very simple and easy to use for as many paragraphs as you need, but the explanation there wasn’t too clear, so I decided to expand on it to make it easier for others to implement.

All credit to Ao3 users La_Temperaza (who wrote the orginal post) and Nikkie2571 (who posted this code on the comments).

What Does This Code Do?

This code adds an interactive feature to your fanfic, allowing readers to hover over a specific paragraph (or tap on it if they’re on mobile) to instantly change the text to something else — also set by you.

While this can be used for various purposes, I think it's particularly useful to display instant translations of non-English dialogue/text directly in the story. The code offers a much smoother alternative to the clunky “see end notes for translation” thing—which, let's be honest, can be a pain for readers, especially in long chapters.

For example, in instance of happenstance, Sirius discovers an old journal written entirely in French. I wanted to maintain the sense of mystery and intrigue that would be lost if I simply said the journal was in French, but wrote the text in English.

This solution let me keep the best of both worlds—retaining the authenticity and the immersion of the French, while still making the story easy to follow for the readers.

Now, I know this sounds complicated, but I assure you, it's not!

Down bellow is a quick, 3 steps tutorial on how to do it. I hope this is helpful! (:

(I'm doing this on the computer, if you're doing it on mobile, the layout of the website might be different from my printscreens)

Step 1 - Create The Work Skin

I'm gonna go right to the point here, but if you want to know about Work Skins in detail, I suggest this Ao3 Article.

On your Ao3 Dashboard, click on the fourth link on the sidebar, which is "Skins".

Then, on the page that opens up, click on "My Work Skins"

Then, on the top of the page, select "Create Work Skin"

Now, you'll see the form to create your skin, which looks like this:

Leave the "Type" as "Work Skin". On the Title, you can give any name you want to your skin, but I suggest you choose the same title as your fic or something like "instant translation", so you'll know what it's about later.

You don't have to worry about any of the other fields, except for the CSS one, where you should copy and paste exactly what I'll put bellow:

#workskin .change_on_hover:not(:hover) .on, #workskin .change_on_hover:hover .off { display: none; }

So, now, you'll have something like this...

... and you just have to click "save" on the bottom of the page, and this step is done.

Step 2 - Apply the Skin you created to your fic

For a new work, click on "New Work" as usual. If it's a fic you're already posting, you can add this as well, just click the "Edit" button.

Now, on the form of your fic, on the "Associations" tab, right under the menu where you select the language of your fic, you'll see a "select a work skin" option.

On this field, you should select the workskin you just created on the previous step, searching by the name you gave it on the "Title" field.

Step 3 - Insert the text

The code we're gonna use is this one:

paragraph in foreing language paragraph in english

If you have no idea what this means, hold my hand, we're gonna get through it together!

First, copy your fic’s text into the AO3 text box as you normally would. Then, switch the text box to HTML mode so you can see the underlying code.

Now, scroll down until you find the paragraph you want to translate. After pasting, it will likely look something like this:

Note how each paragraph in HTML starts with and ends with . These tags indicate where a paragraph begins and ends.

Our goal is to modify that first tag so it tells the browser, “Hey, this paragraph is different from those other ones. It should change when hovered over or clicked.”

To do this, we’ll change to . This marks the paragraph as special—one that should switch text when interacted with.

Now note how instead of having a single paragraph, we need two versions of the text:

In blue, the original (non-English) text, which will be shown by default.

In red, the translated (English) text, which will appear when the reader hovers over or clicks on it.

For the original text, wrap it inside a tag, ending with like this:

insert here the whole text of the paragraph in the foreign language

For the translated text, wrap it inside a tag, also ending with . This will replace the original text when hovered over or clicked:

insert here the whole text of the paragraph in english

And don't forget to end the whole thing again with

Again, here's how it looks on my fic:

With the paragraphs that come before and after the translated text, just leave them as they are. They should still start with and end with . No changes needed!

You can use this method for as many paragraphs as you want, whether in the same chapter or across different chapters. As long as the Work Skin is active, the effect will work seamlessly throughout your fic.

#fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 work skins #work skins #translation on text #ao3 fanfic #ao3 coding #tutorial #step by step #fanfic #wolfstar #marauders

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