#and i need to finish tattoo artist au fic

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missing-nin kakashi who leaves the village on his own accord. he’s pushed to the edge, and despite all the anbu missions he’s taken to get himself killed, it just doesn’t work. so he leaves and becomes a mercenary and thinks he might have some luck dying that way. he thinks part of him is still loyal to konoha but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. plus the constant needling of his ex-classmates insisting their his friends when he knows he doesn’t deserve friends, he barely deserves comrades.

so he leaves. and he does the jobs he takes well and yes, he’s still hoping he dies but he’s too good at being a shinobi so he keeps living. no matter how accidental.

he has a good fortune by the start of canon time but id like to believe he lives in a cave with a ratty futon and a few shabby changes of clothes. he lives an extremely solitary life but he’s…healed. a little. he’s never forgiven himself, he probably never will, but he’s made some sort of peace with himself and his actions.

meanwhile. the akatsuki is forming. itachi, kisame, sasori, kakazu, pain, konan, zetsu, obito (still in the shadows). almost the whole crew is there, they just need to round out their numbers a little. and who better to approach than missing-nin copy ninja kakashi? pain brings it up first one rainy day in ame. obito, or madara, is meeting with pain, konan, and zetsu and pain brings up kakashi first.

obito chokes out a no, barely hanging onto his madara act. no, he denies vehemently. the mean thought enrages something in him and the thought of having to see kakashi’s beautiful ugly mug more than he already does (because yes, he may be a missing-nin but obito wouldn’t be a stalker if he couldn’t find his prey over and over again) is brain melting and heart stopping in a very very negative way.

of course pain has to ask why, madara has never had such a visceral reaction to suggestion for a recruit.

his pants around his ankles, obito has to scramble for an excuse and it’s a little more elegant than “he’s not evil enough”. obito shuts the conversation down then and there, deciding to come back to it at a later date when he can be prepared for his ex-teammate’s name to be brought up again.

for the next three years, any time they’re low on numbers, kakashi’s name comes up and obito always struggles to react normally and his answer is always some iteration of “he’s not evil enough”. so hidan comes up with the brilliant idea to force him to be evil, similar to how they forced deidara to join the akatsuki.

obito, failing to come up with counter arguments and running out of excuses, concedes. pain, during their monthly meetings where tobi is madara, is pleased. he suggests sending itachi to fetch him, since they were once anbu together and seeing a familiar face may help. obito vetoes this and decides he’ll go get kakashi himself. he’s, of course, seen how being away from the village has affected him. and while he’s entirely competent, he’s almost too competent. and doesn’t do well with surprises.

without further preamble, he kamuis into kakashi’s cave, startling him and causing him to spill his soup everywhere. now, kakashi is very much attack first, talk second at this point in his life. having been away from society for so long has allowed his hatake genes to really take over and he’s become much more uhhh instinct driven.

so once he gets over his initial shock and his initial reaction of ‘kill kill kill’, he freezes. he’s always had a sharp sense of smell but it’s on a different level now and there’s something familiar about this strange ghost man. for someone so ghoulish, he has a scent and it lights a lamp in kakashi’s subconscious.

‘i know you’ kakashi accuses, a snarl rising in his throat. this ghoul man is in his cave, his private space, he wants answers.

‘do you?’ a deep voice asks, sounding surprised and amused.

kakashi weighs his options of arguing with ghost guy or figuring out why the hell ghost guy just…appeared in his cave.

‘i’m here to take you to join the akatsuki’ ghoul man decides for him. kakashi grunts and picks up his overturn bowl.

‘no thanks’ he states, scooping some soup from the pot into his bowl.

‘it’s not an invitation’ the apparition snaps and kakashi pauses. he sniffs towards ghost guy again but he still can’t place the scent to the man.

‘can you please leave? i’m trying to eat my dinner and well…’ kakashi asks (but of course it’s more of demand), pointedly gesturing to his mask.

‘what? no. you’re coming with me,” obito growls, his eye twitching in irritation. after all these years, all his suffering, all he’s learned and how much he’s grown…bakakashi still gets under his fucking skin.

‘i don’t want to’ kakashi pouts, petulance and amusement in his tone.

‘you don’t get a choice’ obito hisses in madara’s voice. it sounds wrong and entirely too much like obito.

‘maa, what do i get out of it?’ hatake drawls, a glint in his eye that tells obito hes enjoying this far too much.

‘nothing. you get nothing except me letting you continue to live your sorry life’ obito snaps back, unable to stop the heat of annoyance racing up his spine.

‘how do you know my life is sorry?’ kakashi taunts loftily, crossing his arms and lifting his nose to the ceiling.

‘for the love of sage’ obito takes kakashi by the arm and warps them into kamui, uncaring if kakashi recognizes the jutsu or not. he just wants him to shut up. he should kill pain for making him do this. he would kill hidan but that fucker can’t fucking die.

‘hey i recognize that foot’ kakashi mutters to himself, eye squinted at the severed foot he warped into the dimension months ago. huh. that’s where the things he disappears go. interesting.

hey wait—

‘i know that look’ obito bites out, letting his facade drop. stupid fucking genius asshole.

kakashi gasps, eyes watering in disbelief. ‘don’t—don’t fucking do that. get it together already. you’re about to meet a bunch of fuckin’ s-ranked missing-nins, you can’t be crying’

obito’s voice is a little awkward this soft, but he’s sincere. he doesn’t know how or why he’s sincere, he hates kakashi. he thinks. he’s not too sure but he hasn’t been…soft…in years. but the sight of kakashi, broken and worn down, has something in him melting just a little.

‘you fucking dickhead’ kakashi croaks, shoving obito’s shoulder. ‘you fucking— fucking asshole! you were dead! you bastard, how could you not come back? how could you not tell me?’

kakashi’s voice is hard and cracking at the edges. it throws obito off entirely. his mouth opens and closes like a limp fish behind tobi’s mask, trying to find the words he should say.

after a few moments of kakashi’s hardened stare, obito finds himself feeling indignant. ‘i never thought you’d care’ he sneers. a lie.

‘you’re not that fucking good at lying still and i’m not dense. you’ve been stalking me. at least since i left the village’ kakashi accuses with a scoff.

‘i run a terrorist organization!’ obito shoots back hotly. ‘excuse me for thinking duty-driven kakashi wouldn’t take his dead sunshine-happy teammate becoming an s-rank criminal well!’ he seethes, finding he isn’t all that angry. this feels familiar.

‘oh please. i’d follow you till the end of the fucking earth’ kakashi spits before his eyes widen in shock, much like obito’s eye does. kakashi drops his full bowl of soup on the floor of kamui and covers his mouth with both hands.

obito makes a noise in the back of his throat, ‘don’t—‘ and then he’s ripping his mask off and pulling kakashi’s hands away from his face and tugging him close. lips to mask, he doesn’t care, he kisses kakashi fervently.

he tastes kakashi through the clothe of his mask, moaning at the way kakashi moans against him, the way kakashi’s fingers find themselves in obito’s hair. when they finally pull away, obito manages a please smile, cheeks bright red and pupil blown, ‘don’t follow me. walk with me.’

kakashi rolls his eyes and pulls him in for another kiss. ‘told you i knew you’ he whispers against obito’s lips, before nuzzling his face into obito’s neck, scenting him, marking him.

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AHEM ANYWAY:

i think kakashi’s hair would be grown out, similar to how obito’s hair was during cave life with old ass madara. his already long canines would grow, and he’d be super in touch with nature. i think he’d be able to communicate with animals similar to how juugo is. basically, once away from the village and society, he becomes a lot more hatake-ish. just. kakashi growling and snarling snurfing at any akatsuki member that isn’t obito. or itachi. he’ll accept kisame eventually too, but that’s it. everyone else he does not talk to, only growls at.

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Thinking about my Jake and Brooke flower shop au again

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don't go insane

~ choso kamo x fem!reader (tattoo artist choso au) ~tags/cw: mature content, lil smut, explicit language, talking about the pains of being a woman (iud, pap smear etc), aged up yuji. ~ mixed/third pov ~ wc: 2.5k ~ part of need to know fic: chptr one

~a/n: very small chapter because believe it or not, this took so much mental effort to get out, I could not figure out how to progress it past the initial meeting but the next part is coming soon, this is a lil taster

Saturo was no help. A constant barrage of jokes flooded your phone screen in every form possible, with an encouraging text from Suguru slipping into the stacking text notifications, the former however was no help. The little goblin made of nightmares named Anxiety settled into the walls of your stomach, poking at the fleshy, spongey insides and giggling each time you clenched your fist. The repetitive motion usually calmed the nervousness, a habit developed in early childhood that had so far in life been a great distraction from the impending doom that seemed to encompass you each time you stepped a foot outside your front door, but today it was no help at all. Afraid of looking silly in front of two rather attractive men you find yourself abandoning the action in favour of a more discrete tactic, one you had vowed to give up in response to the scar tissue that had built along the inside of your bottom lip.

Getting out of the house these days was a little tougher and required more effort and energy to step out into the world and socialise, and that was okay; at least, that’s what your therapist tells you each time you fork over two hundred and thirty dollars for a sixty-minute session. It is all right to be a little uneasy when going out into the world because everyone else is just as unconfident in their footing, and you can only control your actions; the decisions made by others are uncontrollable and unplanned, and that’s okay. It’s all okay, it’s all fine. Fine.  You feel your lips pull down into a frown.

“Hey, you all right?” a voice asks from your left.

You turn to face the voice and are greeted by the smiling boy who had greeted you.

“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks,” a sigh whooshes from your body. “Just a little nervous about being alone is all.” You feel your mouth mirror the smile he gives you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Yuji!” the boy beams and leans further over the counter. “And don’t worry, Choso is very chill; he’ll even let you pick the music if you ask!”

You genuinely smile at his childlike demeanour, and your stomach knots loosen a tad. Yuji is warm, his energy comforting and familiar as if you had met him once before, and come to think of it, he did look rather familiar to someone you had met when you were younger.

“Have we met be-“

“Did you want to – ohh, sorry. You first,” Yuji stumbles over his words, pausing and gesturing you to finish your thought.

“I was just going to ask if we’ve met before, You’re familiar.”

Yuji beams at your question but shakes his head, pink hair falling over his forehead. “I don’t think so, I would have remembered such a pretty face.”

Warmth blooms in your cheeks at the blatant flirting, and you’re flattered and maybe a little too old for him.

“Can you stop flirting with my client?” Choso walks into the foyer, holding stencils, ID, and consent forms in one hand, and a pair of grey slippers in the other. The shoes looked a little too small for someone of his size but they could just be normal size and look tiny in his gigantic hand.

Locking eyes with your artist, you finally get a good look at him and he is unnervingly beautiful in a way that you never thought anyone could be. Deep shadows cradle tired mulberry-hued eyes that are framed with thick lashes that fill you with no end of envy, and his face is exhausted and gaunt, yet the fullness of his cheeks and lips suggest that he is healthy and not malnourished in any way apart from sleep maybe. A raised but old scar ran over his nose, tinted a slightly darker shade than his porcelain complexion, but it was the imperfection, the rip in what is undeniably a beautiful artwork of a human, that made him all the more gorgeous and the hair, oh god, his hair. Raven-coloured locks fell to just above his shoulders in messy layers and pushed back from his face with a zig-zag headband that had your chest heating in both envy and desire. 

More heat spreads across your face, tinting your ears in a soft blush at the heavy emphasis on possessive adjectives, and you know he doesn’t mean it that way, but you can’t help your heart's racing.

 Yuji frowns, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“She could be my client,” he turns back to you, eyes wide in asking “and Cho can supervise, I need the training.”

You frown, dramatic apology written across your features as you look towards Choso. In any other instance, you would be willing to sit for an apprentice but you had been wanting something done by Kamo for months now and as much as you didn’t want to disappoint Yuji, you wanted Choso’s work more.

“Not today, bro. I’m sorry.,” Choso beats you to the punch, slashing through his apprentice’s hopes to tattoo and score a date with one clean strike. “Ask Yuki when she comes in; she’ll let you.”

Yuji’s pout deepens, and you can’t deny he is cute, but maybe next time, when you need a little filler or you have some cash to spare. You share a frown with the pink-haired boy and turn to Choso, careful to avoid eye contact as he holds out your identification card and the pair of slippers.

“These are for you if you want to change out of the boots.” His eyes flick down to the heavy Doc Martens that adorn your feet. “You can go into the room, I’ve just gotta grab a few things from the storeroom.”

Oh, that’s why they were so small. You accept the shoes and card with a shy smile, thanking him quietly for the unnecessary kindness with the borrowed slippers and follow him down the small hallway. You want to say something, a small joke to fill the silence, but nothing comes to mind, your brain suddenly devoid of any thoughts other than how much you wanted him to pin you against a wall. Fire twists in your gut at that image. Strong tattooed hands pinning yours above your head as his mouth trails down your neck, nipping at the delicate skin of your throat, then collarbones, then chest. How easily he could rip the front of your dress open, hands groping and mouth biting.

“I’m just gonna duck out to grab some more ink cups but make yourself comfy. You can sit wherever until we put the stencil on.” Choso stops in the doorway of his space, gesturing into the room with an open palm. “Bathroom is down the hall” he jabs behind him with his thumb.

With a shaky breath in, you nod and step into the room, carefully avoiding any contact you might have with him in fear of possibly melting into nothing but a puddle of blood and bones. He gives you a tight smile before disappearing down the hall. How were you meant to have him tattoo you if you could barely hold it together when there was space between you both? Your skin is burning, tingling with whatever it was he made you feel and there was an ache so deep in your chest it hurt, but all those things could be anxiety, could be caused by the fact you were out of your element and not by the fact you were about to be tattooed by the most gorgeous human you had ever seen. Or maybe it was your body telling you that you needed to get dicked down by Choso Kamo. But anxiety and horny go hand in hand, right?

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“Can you relax for me?” Choso’s request is soft and accompanied by small taps along your spine as he readies your skin for the stencil.

A shaky breath leaves your lungs as you whisper a sorry and roll your shoulders forward in an attempt to shed the stiffness that had taken over your entire body the instance Choso’s fingers brushed across your skin. 

Your poor body has not known relaxation since stepping into the small studio. Between the constant heat coursing through your veins, your heart racing to the point of panic and your stomach twisting so uncomfortably good, you couldn’t focus on anything apart from the man before you, well behind you. Initially, you had wanted the tattoo running along your forearm, having just enough space for the small dagger and wings but after Choso had suggested moving the piece to run down your spine, your mind had been changed. It was perfect! You had been wanting to get something along your vertebrae for months now but hadn’t found anything you loved enough to commit, until now.

 What you hadn’t accounted for was how it would be tattooed. You had very well thought you would be lying face down on the bed, Choso hovering over you as he inked your skin but that would have surely been murder on his back and judging by the looks of him, he was not ready to make that sacrifice, so now you sit comfortably on a small cushioned stool, hunched over the bed to allow Choso access to your bare back.

 Oh my god, you weren’t going to make it through the appointment.

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Warm hands are laid flat against your shoulder blades and you flinch, unaware you were going to feel the full weight of his hands on you.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean-“Choso rushes to apologise, removing his hands as if having them on you was a great offence.

“It’s okay. You just scared me, I didn’t know you were going to touch me.”

“Oh, uhh is it- am I going to “he struggles with the sentence, unsure as to how to word his question without sounding like a misogynistic asshole. “Are you going to be okay with me touching you? For the tattoo!” Choso all but shouts the end of his question, the clarification sending heat to both your cheeks.

“You can touch me, it’s okay.” You nod, perhaps a little too feverishly than you wanted to but you needed to ease his worries that you might be that kind of client. 

The kind of client that flinches at every pass of the gun and begs for breaks every ten minutes. You know first-hand how embarrassing it is to watch someone cry and whine because of a tattoo as if the pain was unbearable and unavoidable. You had suffered through years of period pains, laser hair removal, IUD insertions, pap smears, getting smacked in the boob right before your period, eyebrow threading and so much more and even then, you refused to make a sound. Almost passing out on the gynaecologist’s table when she rammed the measuring rod right up into the top of your uterus, and even then the only sound that came out of you was a small ouch. You refuse to be seen as someone who would flinch at a tattoo. 

Choso smiles back, restrained and small and you worry that maybe your over-enthusiastic consent may have contributed to that less genuine more annoyed retail worker smile and you find yourself starting to spiral into thoughts of needing to apologise and make up for the weird tension that now filled the room but that would be three steps backwards according to your therapist.

‘It is not your responsibility to figure out other people’s emotions before they have them and even then, it is not your responsibility to fix or change it’  

Each week you are reminded of that in that small corner office and you’ve heard those words so many times, you might as well get it tattooed on your arm to remind you of that fact.

So instead of opening your mouth and spewing word vomit everywhere, you smile back and take in a deep breath, nodding at your artist to continue prepping your skin for the stencil.

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Choso sits behind you, gently laying the paper atop your skin, lining up the tip of the dagger with vertebrae, and he has to concentrate extra hard to stop his hands from shaking because he cannot place this stencil on you for the fourth fucking time. It had taken him three attempts already and not because of the size of the drawing or the curve of your spine, but the fact his mind wandered away each time his skin touched yours. Wandered to a place where no client should ever be found, a place reserved only for fictional characters and the occasional crush but here you were, front and centre in Choso’s mind. Bent over the tattoo table, dress pushed up just far enough for him to watch his cock sliding in and out of you, slick and precum dripping down your thighs and pooling on the sanitized floor below. Your hands grip the edge of the foam mattress, the other held behind your back fingers entwined with his as you whined and moaned, crying out Choso’s name as you barely held it together before coming all over his cock with a whimper.

The image has Choso’s cock hardening in his sweats and he curses the fact he decided to change into comfy clothes instead of the jeans he wore this morning. His attention needs to shift away from the thought of you and to the present reality of you. Looking up, he catches you already staring at him and for a split second, he freaks out and looks down at his crotch. Had he said something out loud? Or accidentally made it super obvious he was insanely horny for you?  The anxiety seems to do the job as he feels his dick softening, heart racing for another reason entirely.

“Do you need me to move or help you out with anything?” you timidly ask, brows furrowing in worry at the fact he had not been able to line the stencil up yet. Would he be okay to tattoo you? His hand did seem to shake a lot.

Choso shakes his head, puts down the stencil and reaches for the roll of paper towels on his station. “I think I've just had too much caffeine and it’s giving me a bit of a headache.” His gloved fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. “My hands don’t shake this much, I promise. This has never happened before.”

Yeah, he’s never had a client so insanely hot he has been unable to do this job. Choso was not going to make it through his appointment alive.

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My AO3 wrapped 2024

The Curious Case of the Casablanca Killer 56k

Deemed a three at best, the case of an invisible burglar in a historic cinema who stole nothing only caught Sherlock’s attention because he was bored. Also, he wanted to do John a favour. In the end, this proved to be a real stroke of luck. Otherwise, Sherlock would have missed an intriguing mystery that quickly ramped up in complexity.

I started the year writing/finishing the casefic which is a gift to my friend and beta reader @peageetibbs . This took way over a year to write, as there had been a lot of plotting and figuring out clues and deductions. Also, several breaks in writing because of IRL or when other fics "interfered" and delayed finishing it.

It's a complex intriguing case starting in a historic cinema and our heroes exhibit a well-established friendship.

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Mayprompts 2025 - hosted by calaisreno

The 31 prompts this May generated a boost of creativity that spawned 3 ficlets, 2 limericks and one poem as well as two stories (see below).

Open 

Sherlock comes back from the dead and John welcomes him home in a most unexpected way.

Family Day

Little Rosie defends her best friend and is pretty smart about it.

The Blanket Detective

Sharing a bed with Sherlock ist perilous.

2 Limericks and 1 Poem 

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Also, I wrote two 12k fics, continuously using the other prompts which totally surprised me as their plot developed so quickly nearly without my doing. LOL

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The Perfect Place 10k

Sherlock needs a flatmate and already has the perfect person in mind. Now he only needs to convince his object of desire to move in and also find out if he desires Sherlock as well.

This began with the may prompt "box" and developed into the "Bed Shop Boys-AU" (@helloliriels coined this lovely moniker). The only ever AU where John works as a bed shop assistent! This is pure fun and people claimed in the comments to have laughed a lot. Happy Johnlock end!

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White Pony Tattoo 11k

John Watson needs a tattoo covered up. Sherlock Holmes of "White Pony Tattoo" is one of the best artists in London. He's also difficult and brilliant and beautiful as John is about to find out.

I love tattoo shop AUs and finally had an idea for writing my own. A little bit of enemies (Sherlock is a beautiful, seductive arsehole at first) to lovers (John finds out what Sherlock is hiding underneath his pricky shell), a bit of hurt/comfort and a happy ending.

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Take My Broken Love 48k

Standing on the airfield's tarmac and about to fly off to a suicide mission, Sherlock says what he had always wanted to say to John but never had. His words drastically changed the course of events.

This year's whumptober again sucked me into a deep writing rabbit hole. For about six weeks I used practically all the spare I had (and a lot of time I dd not actually have) to write this. Again, it has been a great experience to be so immersed into writing and again, it was (positively) stressful af.

I had this concept in my mind that all of the main characters' love for someone is broken and flawed.

Starting with an alternative ending of the tarmac scene, the first half of the fic concentrates on their hurt and emotional whump which sets the stage for what happens next. The second half concentrates on Sherlock's mission and features more physical whump. I had a plotty spy mission in my mind with lots of twists and intrigues. I also focused a lot on characterization.

I am still beyond thrilled and incredibly proud that I could pull this off so well. (I know, I'm praising myself, but still, comments confirm it.) I personally think that this is my best writing, technically and plot-wise.

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A Minor Detail

Sherlock has found the perfect flatmate for sharing 221b Baker Street. If only there would not be that minor detail in the small print of the lease agreement. Now, John has no other choice but take part in Sherlock‘s scheme.

I participated in Fandom Trumps Hate for the first time this year and @lostinsherlock44 generously bid on me.

I had this funny idea and then, the characters seemingly acted out of their own will and the fic just developed. This is definitely the funniest thing I have ever written and lots of comments tell about readers having laughed out loud. This makes me so very happy in return that my writing could give people a little good time and happiness.

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Tattoos & Pick-Up Lines | Tattoo Artist! Luke Glanton x AFAB! Reader

Pairing: Tattoo Artist AU! Luke Glanton x AFAB! Reader

Summary: You pop over to the tattoo shop next door for your first ever tattoo and are in luck when the artist you have a crush on offers himself up for the job. His last client runs into after hours and now it's just the two of you in the shop.....Whatever could happen?

Warnings: mention of tattoo process/care, anxiety, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), bit of praise kink. cheesy pick-up lines. I think that's it?

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I don't even want to say how long this fic has been in my WIPs... (Since November, I think??) Thanks to all of the Goose babes for the idea way back when, and for continuing to cheer me on to get this fic finally finished 6+ months later... 🫣🫣I hope y'all enjoy the thought of a Tattoo Artist Luke as much as I do... 🥵🥵 This is not beta'd so all mistakes are my own, and it's 3am, so....

Sucking in a deep breath, you steel your nerves and step into the tattoo shop. You knew that you should’ve made an appointment, but you were too afraid you’d chicken out and not show up. So, here you were, making a last-minute decision to pop in after your shift at the cafe next door. The sound of door chimes signaled your arrival, but you couldn’t see anything or anyone from where you stood. It seemed each artist had their own private station, but all you could hear was the hum of tattoo machines and soft rock music.

You stood in place for a moment before a familiar face popped out from a set of curtains, chomping down on an apple. When he spots you, a smile lights up his features. “Hey, I know you.” He calls out as he closes the distance between you. “You work at the cafe next door, yeah?” 

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod. “Yeah, you’re Luke, right?” You ask, recognizing the bleach blonde’s tatted complexion as a regular. He stops in every morning to grab a cup of black coffee, nearly downing it in one go as he wills himself to wake up. Then, he returns a few hours later for the latest sugar-packed seasonal drink, looking like a brand new man. Early morning Luke can barely even manage to give you a wink, but afternoon Luke? That version of him has the cheesiest pick-up lines you’ve ever heard. You’re embarrassed to admit how much his visits make your day. But, in truth, he was part of the reason you picked this shop and not the one two streets over. You’ve harbored a crush on the tattoo artist for a few months now, and if anyone were to give you a tattoo, you’d hoped it would be him. 

Luke nods, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Yeah, that’s me.” He takes a moment to look you over. “So, you looking to get a tattoo?” 

“Yeah, I want to get a small rose on my hip.” Luke’s eyes follow as you gesture towards your right side. “It’ll actually be my first.” You admit a bit shyly.  

“Really?” Luke questions, his brows raised. “Well, we’ll have to make it special.” He teases with a wink.

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. God, why did he have to be so hot? You can feel warmth spreading up your neck and it takes everything in you not to smile giddily.

He shoots a glance towards the curtain he came from. “I’ve got a client right now, just giving them a break.” His bright blue eyes return to you. “Are you free to wait about thirty minutes or so?” 

Furrowing your brows, you take a quick look at the clock on the wall. It was rather late in the day. How late did they stay open? You were unsure of that answer, so you asked. “Won’t you be closed by then?” 

That damned smirk that hadn’t left his lips grew even larger, if possible, as he shrugged. “I stay as late as my clients need me to.”

This is almost worse than getting the actual tattoo. Why did you think this would be a great idea again? He’s far too charming for his own good.

“Y-yeah, I’m free to wait.” You stutter out.

“Great.” He shot you a wink before motioning towards the leather chairs in the waiting area. “I’ll be out as soon as I can.” He then walked backwards towards his curtain, taking another bite from his half-eaten apple. 

Luke waited until you were seated before he disappeared from view, almost as if he was worried you might leave instead. Honestly, you were half-tempted. This was better than waiting for an appointment that could’ve been days later, but your nerves were still eating away at you. You were starting to second-guess your idea that getting a tattoo from Luke was your best option. Initially, you thought you’d trust him the most. He was far from the only tattoo artist that popped over for coffee, but he was the only one that actually spoke to you when he did. Granted, a lot of the conversations began with his cheesy pick-up lines, but the others hardly said two words to you. You gnawed on your bottom lip and picked up a stray magazine, hoping that the next thirty minutes would pass quickly. 

After what felt like an eternity, Luke and his client emerged from his station. The other artists had already left for the night, so once the final client departed, Luke locked the shop doors behind him. A part of you understood that it was simply for safety, but another implication sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. He wanted the two of you to be alone and uninterrupted. 

Luke clapped his hands together, rubbing them as he shot you a grin. “Ready, princess?” 

God damn him. Your breath caught in your throat again as the pet name took you by surprise. Simply nodding, as that’s all you could manage at the moment, you raised from your seat. Then, he led you back to his station, the chair already in position for you to lay upon when you were ready. 

Luke pats the leather with his inked hand. ���Take a seat. I’ll show you what I drew up.” He said, reaching for his tablet as you sit down. 

Your brows raise in shock. You hadn’t expected him to already have something ready. “You already drew something?” The question tumbled from your lips before you realized it. How much time did he have on his hands earlier, anyway? 

He nods, turning the tablet for you to view once he had the design on the screen. “Yeah. I had this in mind the second you said rose.” He explained as if it were nothing. It was a simple design, yet still elegant and dainty, just as you had envisioned. You wanted to question how he was able to nail it on the first try, but you supposed that’s what kept him booked and busy. That and maybe his good looks….

“I love it.” You affirmed, a smile gracing your face. 

His expression mimicked yours. “Great, now, show me exactly where you’re thinking.” 

You feel heat creeping up your neck. Of course, you knew you’d have to bare some skin in order to get this tattoo, but that didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat at the thought. Standing up, you reach behind you, unzipping your skirt and shimmying it down your thighs a bit to reveal your hip. You hiked up the strap of your underwear to fully reveal the spot you wanted the rose. 

Luke got a good look and then spun around to start grabbing items that he needed. “You can take the skirt completely off, if you’d be more comfortable that way. Might be painful to lay on it half unzipped.” He comments idly, shooting a quick glance in your direction. 

You chew on your lower lip, debating on his logic. After a moment, you decided he had a point. Fully unzipping your skirt, you let it fall to the floor around your ankles. Luke’s attention momentarily turns towards you, and you certainly don’t miss the smirk that spreads across his face. Picking up the article of clothing, you fold it neatly and set it on the table nearby before sitting down once more. 

Another few moments and Luke returns to your side. He presses a gentle hand on your shoulder as he guides you to lay on your back. Once you’re in position, he disinfects the area and begins applying the stencil. Once the stencil is in place, he directs you to check the placement in the full-length mirror. Getting back up, you walk to the mirror in the corner of the room. You twist and pose as you stare at your reflection, all too aware of the piercing blue eyes watching your every move. Satisfied with how it’ll turn out, you settle back down onto the chair and let out a heavy sigh. 

“Nervous?” Luke asks as he readies the inks and needles he’ll be using while the stencil finishes drying. 

You feel a tightness in your chest as you turn your head towards Luke. “Yeah, a bit. I’m not the biggest fan of needles.” You admit, nibbling on your lower lip. 

Luke gives you a comforting smile. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m done, you’ll be coming back for more, princess.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that, heat creeping up your neck for the second time this evening. 

As Luke moves closer, the tattoo gun in his hand, you suck in a quick breath. “It sounds a lot scarier than it is, I promise.” He assures, his dominant arm resting over your stomach gently. You return your gaze toward the ceiling as he shifts to get into a better position, but he immediately pauses. He scoots his chair until his face is hovering directly over yours, his eyes piercing your own. “If anything hurts too much or you just need a break, you let me know, okay? We’ll go as slow as you need to.” 

You swallow thickly at the intense eye contact, nodding in response. It was far too easy to get lost in those baby blues and you didn’t trust that you could form a coherent verbal response. 

He doesn’t budge from his spot above you as he commands you to speak. “I need your words, sweetheart.” 

You take a moment to compose yourself before responding. “I understand.” 

A flash of a smile is all you see before he’s back to hovering over your hip. “Good girl.” He praises.

Luke doesn’t give you any warning before he starts, but you suppose it worked best that way. The prick of the needle in your skin wasn’t too pleasant, and you let out a cry in surprise. After a few moments, though, you’re able to settle into the newfound pain. 

Luke works diligently, his arms resting upon your lower half in a way that almost brought you comfort. He wasn’t pressing too harshly or putting too much of his weight upon you, and he held your thigh in a firm but gentle hold. Without pausing, he checks in on you. “You good?” 

Your jaw may be clenched and a grimace holds your face prisoner at the foreign feeling, but you nod and manage to respond. “Yeah, I’m good.” 

He takes a moment to wipe away excess ink, but soon the needle is right back against your skin. “I bet your boyfriend is going to fucking love this.” He comments idly after a few beats of silence. 

A chuckle that sounds more like a scoff escapes from you. “Yeah, if only I had one.” 

You could practically feel Luke’s eyes dart up to your face as he paused in his ministrations briefly. You expected some sort of comment from him, but he simply hummed before returning to his task at hand. 

After a moment or two, he finally speaks. “So, does that mean my cheesy pick-up lines have a chance of working some day?” He asks a bit too nonchalantly. 

This time a genuine laugh escapes from you and those butterflies you had earlier erupted in your stomach. “Who says they haven’t already?” You replied coyly, your line of sight still locked on the ceiling above you. 

You felt his laugh more than you heard it, as his sharp exhale caressed your sensitive skin. “Oh yeah? Which one has been your favorite?” He inquired curiously. 

“Uh, do you remember that time I asked why you don’t make your own black coffee at home?” You pause briefly, allowing him to let out a hum of acknowledgement before continuing. “You said you always feel better when my face is the first one you see of the day.” As you spoke, the memories of that day swirled in your mind, and an absentminded smile tugged at your lips. 

“I was only telling the truth.” He spoke softly. A few seconds ticked by before he shook his head in disbelief. “I’ve dreamed of asking you out for weeks. And now, here you are, laying in my chair.” 

Your breath hitched in surprise at his admission at the same moment that his tattoo gun shut off. He leaned up from his work with a smile. “Don’t move, I’ve gotta clean you up.” He said, setting his gun off to the side before disappearing. 

After a few moments, he returned with a small bottle and paper towels. Luke gently cleaned and dried your fresh tattoo before covering it in a thin adhesive foil. “Alright, sweetheart, you can keep that on for about three to five days and it’ll keep your tattoo protected. If it comes off before then, that’s okay too. When you do take it off, make sure to wash and dry it with a paper towel.” He explained, ensuring that you were listening to him before he continued to rattle off everything you’d need to know about the aftercare of your new tattoo. 

Once he was satisfied that you had memorized your directions, he beamed down at you. His hand gave your bare thigh a gentle squeeze. “You did fucking great, princess, I’m proud of you.” 

His praise had heat creeping up your neck and another familiar one growing further south. As you feel your arousal begin to soak your panties, you can’t help but clench your thighs together. Unfortunately for you, Luke’s hand is still resting on your leg and his fingers get squished slightly by the movement, drawing his attention.

His baby blues flickered down to the apex between your thighs, only covered by your thong, before meeting your gaze. It was in that moment that something shifted in the air, the tension between you nearly palpable. 

Luke’s fingers slide beneath the strap of your panties without breaking eye contact. He gives them a gentle tug as he voices the question written across his face. “May I?” 

Your tongue dips out to wet your lips as you nod, excitement already pooling in your lower belly. 

Luke tsks. His finger hooks around the band of your underwear, giving it a tug before letting it snap back against your skin as a form of punishment. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He scolded.

“Yes, please,” you respond breathily. The slight sting on your left hip managed to draw your attention away from the dull pain of the new tattoo, but overall the pain was beginning to blend into pleasure. 

Satisfied with your response, Luke carefully and skillfully removes the garment without touching your new ink. He steps away for a quick moment, allowing a feeling of unease to settle in, until you realize he was only adjusting the chair you were laid upon. He brings you and the chair back into a seated position and pushes the leg stands out of the way. His calloused hands grab ahold of your knees and spread your legs open wide. Luke drops to a kneel in front of you and lets out an appreciative hum as he hungrily takes in your glistening folds. 

“You’re beautiful.” He compliments in a deeper, husky voice. He slides his inked hands beneath your thighs, fingers curling into your skin for purchase as he drags you closer to the edge of the seat. 

Your heart flutters in your chest as Luke’s lips press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. The feeling of his stubble scratching across your delicate skin has you squirming with excitement as he peppers you with teasing kisses. Just as you are growing impatient, you feel his breath fanning directly against where you need him most.

A moment later and his tongue glides through your folds, eliciting a moan from you. Luke lets out a muffled groan in response and uses his thumbs to gently open yourself up to him. He wastes no time in plunging his tongue deep within you and savoring your taste. He pulls away from you just long enough to groan out, “You’re fucking delicious, princess.” 

Your fingers thread through his short blonde hair as his tongue delves back inside of you seconds later. A whimper escapes from you as he finally moves to tease the bundle of nerves between your folds. You have no chance of holding back the moans that are falling from your lips as Luke devours you. Heat spreads rapidly through your body and at the same time the muscles in your lower stomach begin to tighten. 

“Oh, fuck.” You moan out breathlessly as you feel two of Luke’s fingers prod at your entrance and quickly slide in without resistance. You curse once more, even louder, as he curls his fingers and finds the perfect spot to apply pressure. 

Your walls tighten around his fingers and another groan rumbles against your clit in response. “Fuck, Luke, I’m gonna–.” Your words are cut off with a drawn out moan as you come all over his face. 

Luke continues to finger you through your orgasm, giving your oversensitive clit a gentle suck before he removes himself from your heat. The lower half of his face is glistening with your arousal. You only have a second to admire him and the way his pupils are blown with lust before he is standing at his full height. Your eyes instinctively drop to the visible bulge in Luke’s jeans and your walls clench in response. 

His clothed groin rolls against you as a needy rumble sounds in his throat. “Can I please?” Is all he is able to manage before his hips are rolling against yours again. 

You’re nodding without even thinking about it. “Yes, god, yes.” 

The sound of Luke’s belt and zipper being undone follows seconds later. His jeans and boxers are pushed down to his knees in one swift movement, allowing his erection to stand at full attention. His hands grab at your thighs, pulling you closer so that he can line himself up with your entrance. 

“I’ll be careful.” He promises, his hand ghosting over the freshly inked skin on your hip. 

Luke finally presses the head of his cock against your opening, and the feeling of having him so close yet so far drove you insane. “Please, Luke. I need you.” You begged, trying to shift your hips to draw him in further. 

A smirk spread across Luke’s face as he sheathed himself inside you with one swift thrust. You couldn’t help the gasp, or even the following moan, that fell from your lips. The ache of him stretching your walls was amazing. A groan resounded in Luke’s chest as he held himself in place with his jaw clenched, clearly holding himself back for your benefit. Another moment passes and you are more than ready for him to start moving. This time, when you shift your hips, Luke takes the hint without needing any words. 

The roll of his hips starts slow, but it isn’t long before he sets a bruising pace. His left hand has a harsh grip on the leather seat of the chair, the other is pressed into your lower back, using his grip to push himself deeper inside of you with every thrust. You wrap your legs tightly around his slim waist and tangle your arms around his neck as he tilts his head down to crash his lips against yours. It’s a sloppy kiss that you share, and you taste yourself on his tongue as it delves into your mouth. 

Luke’s hand slips between the two of you and his thumb finds your aching clit. It’s amazing how quickly his cock has you on the edge of a second orgasm, the tension in your lower belly returning. Your moans are muffled by his mouth on yours, and you swallow each and every one of his groans of pleasure. His cock is growing harder by the second and you know that he is getting close to his release. This only arouses you further and your walls clench tightly around him. Luke pulls away from your heated kiss, panting. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He praises. “Are you gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” 

His thumb presses harsher against your clit and that paired with his words has you tumbling over the edge. You cry out his name as your second orgasm tears through you. Luke continues to fuck you through your climax before reaching his, spilling himself inside of you. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep within you, releasing the last drops of his cum. The only sounds in the shop are of your panting breaths and classic rock flowing through the speakers. As Luke softens, he pulls out of you and the two of you sit in silence. His hand is still pressed against your back and he gently traces patterns on your skin with his fingertips. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as you gaze into one another’s eyes. 

After both of your breathing has returned to normal, Luke leans down to press a much gentler kiss upon your lips. When he pulls back, he asks. “Do you like raisins?” 

The random question has your brows furrowing in confusion, but Luke doesn’t give you a chance to respond. 

“How do you feel about dates?”

[t00muchheart]

As I do when I am hyperfixating on something, I have read a LOT of supernatural fanfiction in the last few months, and I get a lot of the titles I read from other peoples’ recommendations or collections on ao3, so I figured I’d share some of my favorites in case anyone else is looking for recs :)

AUs:

Spirit of the West by teen_dean

This is a shock to literally no one who follows me because I regularly bring it up, but it honestly is one of the best things I’ve ever read. The 90s horse girl AU of your dreams (or, if you haven’t dreamed of one, that you never knew you needed). The storytelling is immaculate, the symbolism rich, and it only improves on re-reading

And this, your living kiss by opal_bullets

Poet Dean AU featuring genuinely beautiful comments on language and writing and how we encounter stories and words and what they can do, and also some honestly incredible poetry

where there is darkness by quiettewandering

Lighthouse keepers AU! this one is a bit mysterious and I did scream into a pillow after finishing it. If you know the story of the Flannan Isles lighthouse keepers, it is loosely inspired by that.

Phantasma by thisisapaige

Messy Dean, my beloved. Messy, Stanford-Era Dean, my beloved. Dean breaks off from John and buys a haunted house, and things sort of escalate.

For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention by thursdaysfallenangel

I don’t even watch hockey, but this AU kind of made me want to start. Rivals to friends to lovers all while dealing with the homophobia in the NHL

time has come today series by teen_dean

Team Free Will brings in teen Dean Winchester to help with a case, parallel worlds come into play; every version of Dean Winchester falls in love with Castiel & all the good stuff like that

What Baking Can Do by cowlovely

Baker & Dad Dean fic and Doctor Cas? What more could you ask for?

Everyone’s a Critic by Englandwouldfall

Food Critic Cas and Chef Dean meet in a truly unfortunate way. This is worth it for Cas’s reviews alone, but also the Dean-Gabriel dynamic

FROTUS by kathscradle

A President Cas, Restaurant Owner Dean romance that was honestly just a good time

Fix-Its:

take the bones, begin anew by JustStandingHere

This was one of the first fics I read and it is sort of peak disaster™ Dean Winchester. I love a good “I fixed up a house for you and didn’t realize it meant I was in love” fic and this one is iconic

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles

I ugly cry every time I read this fic. It is a run of Cas and Dean’s relationship in seasons 13-15 and has Dean making a friend and it hurts but also it’s so good. Maybe my favorite Sam line of any fic comes from this fic ("If he thinks what you two do is friendship, then I must just be some guy he happens to speak to sometimes.”)

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles

Dean gets tattoos, and as he does, he tells the tattoo artist his life story. This is a post-15x19 fic told from an outside perspective and it is so well-done

Dumbassery, Denial, Doing by sobsicles

Listen tbh this list could be dominated by sobsicles and so I am showing restraint by only including three of their works. Their Dean characterization is everything to me and this fic really highlights Dean growing to understand himself better when given the freedom to

Revisions by bizarrestars

THEE what if Dean and Cas got together earlier and Chuck just wrote it out? fic.

a turn of the earth by microcomets

I love a work that explores pre-series Dean, and this one is great. Basically, think what-if later seasons Cas and pre-series Dean met (Strandlines by aeli_kindara is another good example of this premise, but in Strandlines, it is pre-series Cas as well as pre-series Dean).

psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe

On a similar note, psalm 40:2 is a great pre-series Dean, future-Cas fic. I am a bi Dean believer but this fic did sway me toward the gay Dean camp because it’s simply so good.

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by ImYourHoneyBee

Dean fixing his relationship with Jack? You got it. Dean trying to work through losing Cas? Yep. Dean getting Cas back by being stubborn? It’s there.

Who You Gonna Call? by saintedcastiel

Dean has a ghost following him around as he tries to start a life post-series, and for a while, he can’t figure out what’s happening. I love nothing more than Dean telling people he and Cas were married because he doesn’t know how else to explain and this fic delivers so hard

quilts by fleeceframe

A “Cas didn’t confess before getting taken to the Empty” fic. Soft things all around

Miscellaneous:

Fathers & Daughters by sinnabonka

On a different note, this is one of my favorite Claire fics. It looks at Claire’s relationship with Cas and the impossibility of it, and it’s so artfully done.

Bus Loop Madness by batz_in_blue

Literally just a “what if everyone lived, Jack was a toddler, and they all picked him up from school?” AU. I audibly laughed while reading this, and it’s an essential pick-me-up from the heavier fics.

More of my favorite sobsicles fics include: gorging myself on you, still can’t get full (insatiable), and he’s back (with a mind of his own), six hundred sundays (and many more), oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith, things happen (they do, they do, and they do), according to all known laws of life, and profoundly bonded (by law)

Also, honorable mentions to Ninety One Whiskey, which is such a good fic, and Make a Believer Outta Me, which is a Hocus Pocus AU that is honestly just a fun time.

[lulu24784]

🖸 ──» south park tattoo artist au headcanons :

main 4 + butters headcanons for an upcoming fic

stan 🖸 specializes in: blackwork tattoos 🖸 hates sitting for too long 🖸 frequent smoke breaks 🖸 needs to be listening to his music when tattooing 🖸 refuses to do any color 🖸 definitely acts like a rockstar and thinks he'd kick ass at inkmaster 🖸 not always the nicest when he's frustrated; like if his client isn't sitting still. he will definitely tell them they need to or he'll stop and won't finish the session that day 🖸 rotary machine usually 🖸 his station is sleek; black and grey themed. almost empty looking, he doesn't have much hanging up. feels very medical

portfolio: preferences to skulls, abstract, blackout sleeves

kyle 🖸 specializes in: neo traditional 🖸 asks if you're okay every 5 minutes 🖸 "do you need more pillows? water? sugar??" 🖸 "if you need me to stop for any reason at all, don't hesitate to let me know, okay?" 🖸 other than that, he doesn't talk too much during the session. he's too focused 🖸 very detail oriented 🖸 wireless rotary machine all the way 🖸 stencils you like 2-3 times; "hmm i dunno the placement is weird?" "dude i said i liked it, it's fine. am i paying your hourly for this??" 🖸 walks you through literally every step of the tattoo process. goes to wipe with soap: "okay, so this is gonna be cold okay?" 🖸 he just wants you to be happy in the end 🖸 his station is a bit cluttered, but it's organized clutter. artwork hung up in matching regal frames and plants on his storage shelves and in hanging baskets.

portfolio: preferences to lady faces, botanicals, animals

kenny 🖸 specializes in: neo traditional + but is an all-rounder can literally do anything 🖸 studio owner 🖸 always smokes weed before a session 🖸 pretty chill; he's a laid back boss. as long as you're clean and professional he doesn't care what you do 🖸 likes to take his time and do good work, he did work hard for this career after all 🖸 loves getting to do stupid tattoo ideas but is usually stuck doing bigger piece work; he gives the fun stuff to his apprentice 🖸 CHATTERBOX. literally does not shut up during the session, always cracking jokes 🖸 definitely the life of the studio; makes everyone feel comfortable and welcome 🖸 rotary or coil depending on what he's doing 🖸 generally keeps the main studio area organized; has plants that he gets kyle to take care of. his own station though... oml. it's chaos. random mismatching frames with prints of dicks and memes all over the walls. his shelves probably have random knick-knacks he thrifted, like... idk a furby, some random porcelain horse?? just the most weirdest shit. his ink wall is very organized though somehow..

portfolio: preferences to peonies, irezumi style, ignorant style

eric 🖸 specializes in piercings 🖸 definitely gets a kick out of hurting people 🖸 has a big ego because of what he does 🖸 surprisingly very professional when it comes down to it 🖸 makes his clients comfortable and sometimes jokes around with them 🖸 gets nervous before every appointment; always a little afraid he's gonna fuck up 🖸 always keeps the a/c cranked so his clients are less likely to pass out but it makes everyone miserable with how cold it always is in the studio 🖸 thinks he's hot shit because he's the best piercer in town; it definitely fuels his already massive ego 🖸 definitely the type to bitch about problem clients 🖸 has superhero prints hung up in his station and funko pops on his storage shelves; but his station is fucking spotless otherwise.

portfolio: preference to cartilage, septums, nostrils

butters 🖸 specializes in: kawaii style, anime, cartoons 🖸 kenny's apprentice 🖸 the most nervous wreck of a tattoo artist, cries after almost every tattoo 🖸 runs the social media for everyone and manages the front desk 🖸 basically the "shop bitch" that has to do apprentice duties like cleaning and running errands; kenny's generally pretty easy on him though 🖸 gets all the tattoo's nobody else wants to do, but it pushes him to learn 🖸 slowly making a name for himself though as the only tattoo artist in SP that does anime tats 🖸 gets all the hello kitty girls as clients 🖸 the artist you want to go to if you need a mini therapy session. will tell you to dump your partner, move out of the city, and go travel with the $2 you have left in your bank account after the tattoo lmao 🖸 rotary only. Kenny wanted to teach him how to use a coil but figured with the times he might as well just show him the basics 🖸 pink station! stickers everywhere! he's got a heart ring light to take pictures for his portfolio. his shelves are full of plushies that clients have bought him and anime figures. also has a hello kitty water cooler that he uses for his distilled

portfolio: preference to color, sanrio, anything adorable!

[whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Thanks for the tag @jsmelodies! ❤️

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

(If you're in my answers consider yourself tagged if you'd like to play!!)

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

Officially AO3 has it down as 322,203, but that's including all of Begged & Borrowed Time and Semper Eadem and not just the chapters uploaded in 2024 so uhh... I'd take a guess at about 200k?

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

A nice round 10!

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

Just the one!

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

It's a tough call between Hold Me Like a Knife and the last chapter of Semper Eadem, purely because I always have the most fun with historical AUs.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

In My Civilization You’re the King and the Queen for sure. It was my first time writing modern AU.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

A Taste of the Divine really caught me by surprise because it came to me so, so easily! I didn't have a real plan or anything for it, I just sat down at my laptop and let Nesta and Azriel decide exactly what was going to happen.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

In My Civilization You’re the King and the Queen again 🤣 this one has the least hits but if you're looking for hot tattooed academic Cassian then you know where to look!

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

I could pick so many but @jmoonjones and @dustjacketdraws definitely stand out for me!

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

@kale-theteaqueen always ❤️

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

Some wonderful, wonderful Nesta girlies! @unhealthyfanobsession @wishcamper @jsmelodies @xxvalkyriesxx

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

Nope!

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

Finishing Semper Eadem and *finally* posting viking!Cassian because he was sitting in my drafts for the longest time.

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

It doesn't matter how niche you think something is, it will find its audience one way or another.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

Don't get so hung up on perfection. I might be cheating because this is advice for myself too, but I am so guilty of holding onto a chapter that is finished for way, way too long because I convince myself that it needs more editing (when it probably doesn't). We do this for fun, for free, and getting so caught up in striving for perfection is a sure-fire way to suck the joy out of it sometimes.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

Hopefully I'll be able to finish viking!Cassian in 2025 and get started on my next historical AU. I'd also really love 2025 to be the year that Arthurian!Elucien gets released into the world but... we'll see.

Tagging: @c-e-d-dreamer @beansidhebumbling @moodymelanist

[lizpaige]

2025 WIPs

tysm for the tag, @magicienetreveur! 💕

I have tooooooo many ideas so here are some of them I'm thinking about for this year, but have not written all of them. Feel free to DM me or drop an ask if you wanna collab or wanna talk through one! I'm color coding so in progress, not started, no promises / not even an outline.

Here are the fics I'm planning so far this year. :

fare well The Adam has a breakdown post gw fic, the Adam decides he will leave Harvard fic, the Adam needs to get his act together fic, the Adam has trauma and we're not going to erase it like TDT did fic. Anyway, hoping to finish this! I have the rest of it outlined, but haven't had a lot of irl time to write lately.

Pynch fire drill meet cute Tattoo artist!Ronan and Doctor!Adam live in the same apartment and they meet outside the building during a fire alarm. Ronan's got Chainsaw the cat (not friendly) and Opal the dog (very friendly), who basically help Ronan get this guy's number.

Pynch Hitman Meet Ugly / Choose your own adventure poll ficRemember I made a poll to write a fic during the holidays? Welp, I didn't write anything. BUT I have ideas and yall filled out the polls so I will get to it.

Demon!Adam has fun with the Lynch fam Working on this with @mychemicalrachel we've outlined some of this but I for one have not revisited it since then.

Sitcom-esque Friends/New Girl-ish AU Blue moves in with Gansey, Noah, and Ronan. Adam is in a dumb relationship and eventually has a breakup, maybe lives somewhere else or down the hall, Ronan's been pining forever, etc. Gansey and Blue getting together but a canon reminiscent Blue/Noah kiss first. idk I've got ideas, but they could all change or not happen.

Personal Assistant!Adam AU I've posted about this idea before. Basically Adam is Jordeclan's PA and starts a toxic secret relationship with Ronan, who just got out of rehab or something.

Tagging @clotpolesonly @iammistressofmyfate @mychemicalrachel @audikatia @cabeswatercowboy @nibblette @miseria-fortes-viros if you are working on anything (fic or art!!) and want to share and haven't already been tagged!

[scythlyven-art]

hi! i just found your art and holy fuck it's amazing. I'm sending this cause I'm curious about your warlock au you mentioned in one of the posts and if youd be willing to share any info on it

Hi! I’m glad you found my little hole here and that you like my art!! :D

There’s not too much info to share on the warlock au other than snippets I’ve written on Twitter about it but I can share the basics! (Ie just coping some of my tweets lol this is quite the novel so sorry in advance but you did ask for it)

“Basically the au is normal VM minus Percy. Percy in this au is sort of a combo of him and Orthax (some) power and appearance wise. He’s a demon that lives. In a big fancy sciencey castlevania Dracula style castle by himself.

He controls the only known major deposit of White Stone for Residuum and the area is watched over by loyal undead servants or animated suits of armor and the whole area is hidden away.

Not a big user of magic still but it comes free with being a ✨ demon ✨

In a direct fight between Percy and the Briarwoods Percy would easily win- his centuries of knowledge vs a relatively new vampire and necromancer they don’t stand a chance. Which is why they resort to cheating of sorts using an artifact beyond their power.

Whispered One hooks them up with it and they basically wait until the right moment to catch Percy completely off guard before sealing him away in it. There’s not much he can do once he’s trapped and the Braidwoods take full control over the Residuum supply.

Cut to 5 ish years later and VM stumble upon some oldish ruins with a few corpses and hidden treasures. One of which is an old brooch that was given to Percy centuries ago by his human sister- it means a lot to him but has been lost for awhile.

Vex finds it and thinks it looks pretty cool so she holds onto it. It has magical properties from Percy’s possession of it so despite his cage he can sense it being moved and handled. He decides to pay a visit to the new current owner of it later that night in a dream.

It’s a lot of smoke and darkness on Vex’s end. She can’t really tell who or what she’s looking at but it’s vaguely human. In the few hours prior Percy poked around her mind (not extensively) just learning a few things about her.

He proposes to her a deal— he can grant her some extra power (to the extent his cage will let him) as well as knowledge to aid her in battles and to make new arrows and outfit her bow with modifications to make it stronger.

In return she helps free him from his prison.

She wants reassurance he’s not evil since he’s all smokey and clearly a demon of some kind. He can’t guarantee her he hasn’t done things she as a mortal might find evil but generally speaking he’s pretty neutral since he is the main supplier of Residuum for the world.

She needs time to think and process the deal. He tells her to take her time since he isn’t exactly going anywhere. But as a token of his good intentions he spots her some of his magic over the next few days which may or may not help convince her to agree.

She eventually agrees and the pact is sealed. A smokey tattoo takes up the lower part of her inner forearm. She’s careful not to roll up her sleeves or show this in any way to the group. But from this point forward she can freely talk to Percy at any time. The only catch is while she hears him in her mind she has to verbally respond.

Her internal thoughts are kept away from Percy which is good and bad because now she has to be careful about when she can respond so the others don’t think she’s crazy and start asking questions.”

-

I’ve spotted some more ideas from this but I feel like this sums up the main details. I’d love to possibly write it someday but I’m currently working on a fic still and I’m more of an artist than a writer. If I try to start this as a fic before finishing the other one neither will get done :’)

But yeah I hope this answered your question!!

[psyduc]

okay. but. GORECONTE and broken oath??? hello??? bestie i need to know more

so!!! GORECONTE is actually poorly named because it's my one wip fic for The Terror about two characters, Graham Gore and Henry Levesconte. it's a very basic/cliche tattoo artist x florist modern au. i haven't touched it in MONTHS but i adore it still and am hoping to one day finish it. a snippet:

The hold music loops, and Henry watches as his shop fills with another inch of water as a dying banjo screeches in his ear. He’s given up on trying to save anything at this point. It started with a pipe bursting in the small kitchen tucked away in the backroom, spraying poor Collins directly in the face just as he had been trying to refill the coffee pot. The pipes within the walls had gone clink and clunk and with a terrible screech, the emergency sprinkles had gone off within the entire shop, dousing everything with a brackish, rust-tinted water. None of the flowers would recover from this. He’s not quite sure the floorboards will either. What had started as a puddle was quickly becoming a pond, and Henry could only watch in horror as the water reached the front counter.

broken oath, meanwhile, is possibly? the name of the dragon age au?? i'm not fully sold on the title but it is taken from the "oh grey warden" bard song within the game. this is the only fic i'm "actively" writing aka i'm jotting down little snippets as they come to me and hope that i can wrangle a full fic from it. the snippet:

".. couldn't sleep?' Sidney wagers, voice whisper soft. He hears a huff of laughter behind him as an arm drapes over his frame. Not quite cuddling, but close enough. A cold nose presses against the back of his neck. "Not tonight," Flower says, just as softly in turn. "Everything seem… sharp tonight, you know?" Sidney doesn't, but he hums anyways. Flower relaxes against him- he leans in closer, nuzzling further, arm a heavier weight against his body. Sidney wants to raise his fur blanket in invitation, or perhaps turn around to better face him and ask him directly what's bothering him and keeping him up so late at night, but he knows better. If he waits it out, if he's patient- "I think," Flower starts, voice slow and deliberate. Rehearsed. "… I think it's coming."

[drabbles-mc]

Appointment Only

Tattoo Artist!JJ x F!Reader

Moodboard and Fic created for @the-slumberparty Across the Universe Challenge: choose any AU for any character

Warnings: mentions of drugs, language

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I haven't written AU's like this for characters in years but this was actually super fun to write! It was nice to do something a little different with JJ, age him up a bit and give him his own life. I just want all of the good and fun things for him. Plus I think the idea of him with a bunch of tattoos is just 💯

OBX Taglist: @garbinge @passionatewrites (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

JJ unlocked the front door of his shop, reaching above his head as he walked through, slapping the top of the doorframe. He whistled as he walked through the small shop, twirling his keyring around his finger. He flipped on the lights as he went, illuminating the walls covered in flash and other artwork by him and the two other people who tattooed in the shop with him.

He didn’t have any appointments booked until the afternoon, but a few days out of the week and if he was feeling motivated, he’d go in and open up the shop a couple hours early in case any walk-ins came along with something he could crank out before his appointments for the day. There would usually be a tour-on or two looking for simple things that he could take care of quickly. Nothing that really flexed his creative muscles, but money was money and he had no problem taking it from rich tour-ons.

Once all the lights were on and he checked that everything was in order, he hooked up the shop phone to the speakers and put some music on. When he was finally happy with the song choice, he went and flipped the “closed” sign to “open”. He also propped the door open. It negated the bells that hung above it, but to him there was no point in being so close to the beach if he couldn’t hear some of the waves when things quieted down.

It wasn’t as though there was a long line of people waiting to come in. Since that was the case, JJ took the opportunity to work on some other designs he’d started. He had a few for specific clients that just needed some finishing touches, but what he really wanted to work on was a fresh idea that had come to him in the middle of the night the night before. He’d thrown a crude sketch of it onto a piece of scrap paper at his house so he wouldn’t lose the gist of it, but he was itching to really start putting it together. He grabbed his tablet that had all of his designs saved to it, plopped down in a chair, and got to work.

He was hunched over his tablet, stylus flying in his hand when he heard someone knock against the open glass front door. Looking up, the furrow of focus in his brow softened almost instantly when he saw you standing there.

You gave an awkward smile and a small wave when he looked at you. Clearing your throat, you said, “Hey, I was, um, I was wondering if anyone here had time for a consult?” You glanced around. “Guess I should just be asking you, huh?” you said with a soft laugh.

He flashed you a smile as he leaned forward, setting his tablet to the side. “Yea, it’s just me right now. Everyone else comes in later.”

You nodded. “Right. Well, then,” you walked closer to him, “do you have time for a consult?”

He was practically beaming as he stood up from his seat. “I think I just might.” He held his hand out for you to shake and that’s when you got a good glimpse of the tattoos going up the entire inside of his arm. “I’m JJ.”

You shook his hand as you gave him your name in return. “Nice to meet you.” You felt like you were supposed to be giving more of an introduction of yourself but you didn’t really know where to start. “I just moved here a few weeks ago, so I’m still getting a lay of the land a bit.”

“Well,” he chuckled as he pulled an extra chair up by his for you to sit in, “welcome to Paradise on Earth.”

You laughed as you sat down across from him. “Thank you.”

“Actually, before we get started…” He motioned for you to wait as he got up from his seat. He walked to the small area that passed for a seating area and grabbed one of the binders from the small table. He handed it over to you. “This is pretty much all of my recent work. You can tell me what you’re thinking for a tattoo, and I’m happy to help ya, but if you don’t like my style there isn’t much of a point, right?”

You laughed, nodding as you opened the binder. “I guess that’s true.”

You paused as you looked at the photos of his work in front of you. Your eyes grew wide as you took them all in. Most of them were nautical-themed, which wasn’t surprising to you given where you were. There were a handful of fun, silly tattoos as well, things you were certain had to be inside hokes to the people who got them.

All the pieces were well done, though. Bright colors, clean lines—it all looked crisp. You looked back and forth between JJ and his body of work. He wasn’t looking at you, instead looking at the page you were on. You drank in the sight of him in his cargo shorts and cut-off shirt, his boots covering some of the tattoos on his legs. Looking at him and his designs right next to each other, it all made sense.

“These are beautiful, JJ,” you finally said.

He smiled shrugging nonchalantly. “I do alright.” He paused. “Thank you, though. Still, you know, wanna talk about what you were planning?”

Your smile stretched side. “Yea, definitely.”

“Alright,” he said with a nod as he grabbed his notebook, “tell me what you’re thinking.”

The two of you sat and talked for a while, mostly about your tattoo but he did get around to asking you a bit about yourself. Any time his eyes weren’t glued to the paper in front of him, he was looking at you. The smirk that would curl the end of his lips as he listened to you talk instantly made your face heat up. You tried your best to stay focused and on track, but it was hard not to get distracted by his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You kept it together enough to ask some questions of your own, which was how you found out he’d spent his whole life in the Outer Banks, him and all of his friends. From the glint in his eyes when he talked about them, you had to assume they were a fun group of people.

Eventually, your conversation began to draw to a close. He set his pen down and looked at you. “I should be able to pull together some basic ideas to send your way, see how you’re feeling about ‘em. If you like one, we can get right to it.”

It almost seemed too simple, but you weren’t upset about it. “That’s great! Thank you so much.”

“No problem.” He paused. “There, uh, there a good way to get in touch with you?”

“Shit,” you said with a laugh. “Yea, let me give you my number.”

He walked with you towards the door, both of you saying goodbye. He promised to be in touch with you sooner rather than later, and you couldn’t even try to hide your excitement at the prospect of it. You told yourself it was just because of the tattoo.

JJ watched for a few seconds as you made your way down the street, lingering for longer than maybe he normally would have or should have. He shook his head at himself as he turned and walking back so he was completely inside the shop. When he went back to his little work area and grabbed his tablet, he suddenly found himself getting attached to a brand new idea, unable to try and focus on anything else as he grabbed the notebook with all the notes he’d taken during your conversation with him. There was a small smile on his face as he got to work.

He stayed up later than he cared to admit over the next few nights working on the design the two of you had discussed. More than a few times he was tempted to reach out and talk to you, show you what he had done so far. But he wanted to make sure that when he showed you his idea, it was good. He was also tempted to reach out and ask more questions, blaming it on needing more information for the design but really just wanting to talk to you more.

Eventually, finally, he had something that he felt comfortable showing you. He checked the time before sending it, wondering if maybe it was too late. But he figured that worst case scenario, you’d just see it when you woke up in the morning.

“First draft- let me know what you think.” He typed it out and attached the picture of the design before sending it off to you.

He set his phone on his nightstand, figuring that he wasn’t going to hear back from you until the following morning. He was just reaching up to turn his bedside lamp off when his phone buzzed against the top of his nightstand. Tilting the screen towards him, he couldn’t hide his surprise at the fact that you’d already gotten back to him.

“I love it!”

He smiled, unlocking his phone and replying to you. The two of you texted back and forth, firming up the final details of what you wanted for the design. You also asked him when he thought he would be able to get you in for an appointment. You would’ve been lying if you tried to say that you weren’t hoping for something as soon as possible. On top of the excitement of getting a new tattoo, you were excited to have a reason to stop in and see him.

“I’ll see you next week!” you texted excitedly when he’d given you a date and time for the appointment.

“Sounds good. See you then” JJ was glad that the excitement on his face couldn’t be seen through a text message.

Over the next couple days, you wondered if it was unprofessional to just text JJ simply because you wanted to talk to him and get to know him better. You knew it probably was, but you still wanted to do it. More times than you would ever admit to anyone else, you went back and reread the short text conversation between the two of you.

By the time your appointment rolled around, it took all you had not to speed-walk down the block to the shop. The door was already propped open when you got there, so you walked right in. Unlike the last time you’d stopped by, it wasn’t just you and JJ this time. The two other artists were in the shop, each of them working on their own clients. The place was filled with music, conversation, and the lull of multiple tattoo machines going at the same time.

“Hey!” JJ piped up from where he was sitting at his work station.

He just had on a plain white t-shirt on with a pair of shorts and his boots, but it still made your brain go totally blank for a moment. You watched him as he stood up and walked over to you, greeting you again before you finally got your brain to cooperate so you could return the favor.

“So,” he walked with you to the table where you’d be laying while he worked, “you ready to get to work?”

You laughed as you nodded, setting your bag on the floor. “Yea, but I mean I guess I should be the one asking you that, right? I just have to lay here while you do all the work.”

The comment got a laugh out of both of you. You watched, twisting your hands in front of you as JJ printed off the stencil to place on your leg. You rolled up the bottom of your shorts so he’d have easier access to the outside of your thigh. Goosebumps broke out over your skin when his fingers grazed along your leg so he could press the stencil on. You wanted to bury your face in your hands at your reaction but he didn’t say anything about it one way or the other, which you were thankful for.

“Here,” he said as he gestured for you to stand in front of the full-length mirror by his station. “How’s that?”

Your entire face lit up as you looked down at your leg, and it was only the stencil. “That’s perfect!” You looked at the thin purple lines that were covering your thigh. “Think we can get it all done today?”

He laughed, shrugging as he helped you hop up onto the table. “If you think you can sit for the whole thing, I can get it all done.”

“If I can sit for it,” you repeated back, your tone just on the joking side of mocking him. “I think I’ll be fine.”

He chuckled at your response, holding his hands up in surrender. “If you say so.”

You managed to find a comfortable position to lay in while he worked that would make it easy for him to do your tattoo, but also make it easy for you to be able to talk to him and watch him while he worked. You kept yourself propped up on your elbows, leaning so that you could see it as he passed the needle over your skin. Every now and then your leg would twitch, but it was never enough to throw him off from what he was doing.

He kept the conversation going with you despite the fact that he hardly ever took his eyes off of his work. You didn’t mind it, taking the opportunity to be able to stare at him without being caught or called out. Each time he laughed or shook his head at something you said, all you wanted to do was reach over and run your fingers through his hair. You didn’t, of course, but you really wanted to.

A few hours into it, he looked over at you and asked if you needed a break. You couldn’t deny that getting up and being able t stretch your legs sounded like nice. JJ held his hand out to help you sit up and get off the table. You hopped down, the leg that he’d been tattooing feeling like it was still mostly asleep and you stumbled a step. His grip on your hand tightened and he allowed you to lean onto him until the tingling in your leg subsided a bit.

Stepping back, you let out a nervous laugh, trying to ignore the way your face felt like it was on fire. “Sorry about that.”

He shrugged, the smirk curling the edge of his mouth making you think that he didn’t mind it in the slightest. “All good.” He nodded towards the mirror. “Go check out the progress.”

You walked over to the mirror and looked at what he had done so far. You were already excited as you had watched him work, but being able to see it all in the mirror increased your excitement tenfold. Your eyes widened and you fought the urge to reach down and run your fingers over it. The skin was still sensitive and he wasn’t anywhere near done yet. All of the outlining was complete though, and he had just started the shading.

You’d been so enthralled with the ink on your leg that you hadn’t noticed the fact that JJ stepped in close behind you, popping up in the mirror and looking just over your shoulder. “Whatcha think?”

You almost stumbled right back into him out of surprise. You chuckled as you met his eyeline through the reflection of the mirror. “I love it!”

He smirked at you as he looked in the mirror. You felt like there was something more that one of you should be saying but neither of you said anything. He lingered closely over your shoulder, and as you took a deep breath you could smell the bodywash and faint scent of weed on him. You gnawed lightly at the inside of your lips as you fought the urge to say or do something stupid.

“Ready to hop back on the table?” he finally asked.

You nodded, turning around so that you were facing him. “Yea, I think I’m good.”

Once you were back on the table, JJ got right back to work. He didn’t say anything for a little while, just focusing on shading in your tattoo, listening to the thrum of the machine in his hand. You watched him contentedly as he worked, something to take your mind off the stinging sensation that was happening as he continued to pass the needles over the same patch of skin.

When JJ adjusted his leg, he brought one foot up and braced it against one of the supports under the table. You looked down, and along with the other tattoos that were winding up his leg, you saw one that didn’t quite look like the others. It looked crude, simple. But he clearly hadn’t covered it up even though he easily could’ve.

“That your first one?” you asked him.

His hand stilled, pulling the machine away from your leg as he looked over at you. Confusion covered his entire face. “What?”

“Your tattoo.” You reached, lightly tapping it with your fingertips. “This one.”

He looked down, a smile spreading across his face as he saw the one you were pointing to. “Yea,” he said with a nod, “that was my first one. Did it myself.”

“Stick and poke?”

He laughed. “You know it.”

“That’s where it all started, then?”

He smiled, shrugging as he got back to work on your leg. “Yea, I guess so. Lucky for you I’ve gotten a lot better since then.”

You hummed in approval. “Lucky for me.”

It was such a relief when JJ did one final swipe over your leg when he was done. He helped you off the table again, letting you get another good look at your tattoo before grabbing the wrap to cover it. You watched intently as he crouched down next to you, deftly wrapping your leg and taping it in place.

You tried not to think too hard about the warmth of his hand against your leg as he secured the wrap around your thigh. You forced yourself not to stare at him, instead looking up at the ceiling above you. A very large part of you was glad that everyone else in the shop was preoccupied so they wouldn’t see the flustered look on your face.

When he stood back up, JJ was nearly chest to chest with you. You let out a quiet huff of a laugh, unable to look him in the eyes. He waited for you to finally look at him in the eyes and the smile that was on his face nearly made your leg give out again.

“You should be all set.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yea, o-okay. Thank, thank you. Seriously,” you looked down at the fresh ink on your leg, “it’s amazing.”

“Looks good on you,” he said, the smirk audible in his voice.

You laughed, biting down on your bottom lip. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

You busied yourself with getting the money together to pay him. “As long as I make an appointment, right?” you joked as you handed him the cash.

He shook his head as he took the money from you. “You got my number, right?” He looked up at you from counting the bills in his hand. “Just text me—I’ll make time.”

Just when it felt like your face had finally cooled down it felt like it was on fire all over again. The amount of self-control it took not to giggle was embarrassing and gun to your head you would never admit it. Instead, you nodded. “I’ll remember that.”

The two of you walked over to the door of the shop again, and you found yourself wishing you knew what to say to him. The two of you lingered in the doorway, you picking at the straps of your bag and JJ watching you.

“Anything comes up, or if you have any questions, just text me. Or, you know, drop by,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Or stop by, huh?” you asked with a small smile. You shook your head slightly as you chuckled. “Thank you, JJ.”

“Yea, no—” he stopped short as you stepped in and gave him a quick hug, recovering quickly as he hugged you back, “no problem.”

Pulling away, you saw the slightly surprised look on his face. “Sorry, sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll, uh,” he reached and brushed his fingers against your arm, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yea,” you said as you finally stepped outside the shop, “I’ll have my whole leg sleeved up before I know it.”

He chuckled as he watched you start walking down the sidewalk. “Let’s hope!” he called after you.

Turning around, you faced him with a smile on your face, effectively making yourself walk backwards down the sidewalk. “Later, JJ.”

Reaching up, he braced his hands against the top of the doorframe, leaning with a smile. “Later,” he replied, trying to sound much more casual than he really felt as he watched you walk away one more time.

[navybrat817]

https://www.tumblr.com/navybrat817/750182158768930816/working-on-anything-if-yes-what-is-it?source=share

How is this list going, Navybear?

Nonnie, why are you calling me out? Welp. Let's see.

Updates or continuing AU's:

Sugar Daddy!Andy - Next chapter is halfway done.

Alpha!Bucky and Alpha!Hal - Next chapter is about a quarter of the way done.

Stud and Smartie - Continuous AU. Next ficlet has about 200 words so far.

Tattoo Artist!Bucky - Continuous AU. Next ficlet has about 500 words so far.

Florist!Bucky - Continuous AU. Next ficlet has about 100 words so far (I had to stop almost as quickly as I started writing it).

Newlywed Mob!Bucky - Next chapter is almost halfway done.

CEO!Bucky - Continuous AU. No ficlet started yet.

Motocross AU - Continuous AU. A couple of ficlets started.

New AU's or fics:

Superpower AU (Dream With Me) - This is going to be a lengthy AU and this is one I don't want to post until it's finished.

Chocolatier!Bucky - WIP that is currently over 600 words.

Silly Boys With Silly Toys AU - I really just need to decide who I want to start writing for first.

Demon!Bucky and Witch!Reader - WIP that is over 700 words.

Space Pirate!Bucky - WIP that is over 1k.

Biker!Bucky - I had an idea. Fell in love with it. Talked myself out of it a few days later. @mrsmischief209 may have sparked the muse with a new idea.

Neighbor!William Miller - WIP that is over 1.5k.

Sex Pollen Fic - I'm going to stay quiet on this one.

New dark AU's:

There's Something in the Water AU: Multiple readers who get trapped in a town. - WIP. Intro is currently over 1k.

No Good Deed AU: Readers doing a good deed for others and we find out why no good deed goes unpunished. - WIP. Bucky's intro is currently almost 1k.

Brother's Best Friend!Bucky who sets his sight on you. - WIP. Intro is currently over 700 words.

Prisoner!Bucky - WIP is currently pushing 3k.

Mob!Bucky - I'm also going to stay quiet on this one.

And, of course, what @targaryenvampireslayer and I are working on.

And those are just from the list on the link you sent me. I probably shouldn't mention new ones that I've added. Yikes.

Really do love the Navybear name!

Love and thanks! ❤️

[lucretia-waits]

Friends I need help finding a good omens au I read like, idk a couple years ago ?😭. I can't remember the title, but it was so good and I'd love to read it again and actually finish it. Its a human au. I believe Crowley was a tattoo artist that had back problems and aziraphale recently opened his bookshop close by. They used to know each other when they were younger. Gabriel was aziraphale's brother. Crowley worked with anathema, I think?

It was on ao3. If anyone has read it and can link it I would greatly appreciate it. I've been searching forever. That fic was a treasure! Or if you have any fic recs that are similar I'd love to read those to!