#fics otw

[revnjo]

I just fucked the prof for a good grade. YALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!🤪

[transformativeworks]

Australian Social Media News

Australia has passed a law that bans anyone under age 16 from using social media starting late 2025, fining tech companies up to A$49.5M for non-compliance. While intending to address mental health concerns in kids and teenagers, the law raises significant risks for privacy, digital access, and the freedom of expression, raising questions about the boundaries of digital censorship.

With that being said, we don’t expect this decision to affect the OTW or any of its projects, including AO3. However, as the OTW, we are against all forms of censorship and will be releasing a detailed statement about the matter soon.

https://www.reuters.com/technology/australia-passes-social-media-ban-children-under-16-2024-11-28/

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

nothing, and i mean NOTHING, enrages me quite like this message:

like alright?? and i wanna do it again!!!!! i wanna do it on every fucking chapter!!!!! what are you, a cop!!!!!

and that fucking smiley face…

i wanna punch that fucker. and the period before it like ohhhhh myyyy gooooddddd fuck off shut up shut up shut up. i spend an exorbitant amount of energy feeling hatred for that passive agressive motherfucker.

[frownyalfred]

today’s reminder: the ao3 policy & abuse folks work tirelessly and sometimes reporting does help!

[himewonu]

RED FISH, BLUE FISH ; lee seokmin

summary when vandalizing your seat by writing how you’re done with love creates more vandlism by a response the next day in blue sharpie starring dokyeom x gn! reader genre fluff, hs au, i stole this from my old blog that i stole from a pinoy movie, this has nothing to do with dr seuss contains vandalism, idk what else word count 0.6k

from rhin，again, i have no creativity to whip up a new fic so i’m stealing one from my old blog bc i can and it’s my blog. i am flwoie and flwoie is me pls dont cancel me for plagirising myself😢

you’re done with love.

this is the fourth time you’ve gone on a date with some weird guy. they keep getting worse every time. your first date couldn’t stop talking and not letting you say a word, followed by your second one, who didn’t want to pay for his food, and your third one, well, he couldn’t stop calling you insecure—when you weren’t. if your friend sets you up on another one, you might as well just go for the first one.

she shows you instagram profiles of other boys who find you interesting—from what she’s heard by others. you interrupt her and slightly push her phone away from your face.

“(name), trust me, they’re not going to be as bad as the others!” she urges.

“you said that last time. i’m done, jisun.” you clicked on the top of your pen and started jotting words down on your wooden desk.

‘I'M DONE WITH LOVE!’

you pointed out your writing on the table to jisun, making her roll her eyes.

‘wow, emo. are you heartbroken?’

those were the words that were written below yours in blue sharpie when you walked into class the next day. you pulled out a pen and wrote down your response next to theirs.

'not really. men just irritate me. speaking of which, are you a guy?’

jisun walks in and sits next to you, observing that you’re not only writing on your table but also smiling ear to ear.

“what’s got you smiling now?”

“look,” you say, tapping on the ink engraved on the table, “someone replied to my vandal.” she leans in to read your messages.

“very modern,” she sarcastically remarks. “who knows, that could be the love of your life.”

“you’re crazy. what 'love of my life’ are you talking about? we don’t even know anything about them.”

she nudges your arm after she puts her notebooks on her desk. “but, (name), admit it. you’re excited,” she teases.

seokmin eagerly walks into class as it is about to start and quickly sits down in his seat to look at your response. he grins and looks around to see if any of his classmates saw him.

he waited for everyone to leave after his class ended. his friend urges him to leave with him so they’ll do their project, but all he replies is that he’ll follow along. as his friend left, he popped off the cap of his sharpie and replied to your message.

'not all men, i’m different from them.’

you looked at the message and started writing your response as you waited for your teacher to start class.

“what if we skipped our next class? so we can see who’s answering your messages,” jisun suggests.

“no way. we’re going to be absent from our next class just because you’re curious about who’s answering.”

“nuh uh, it’s for love.”

from there, your conversations continued, with more of yours and his other friends being invested in this so-called love series.

'so you’re a guy. well, i hope you’re different from them.’

'hah! i’m a good guy :)’

'really now?’

jisun grabs your pen right after you finish writing, continuing your message with her writing.

'really now? do you have a girlfriend?’

'nope. i don’t think anyone would want to date me. what about you?’

she squeals at his response, lightly pushing you back and forth. “he’s single, (name), he’s single!” you scoff and ignore her antics.

'me neither. my friend won’t stop setting me up on dates.’

seokmin hasn’t replied to your message since. he’s afraid that this might be his last chance at love. he’s been rejected by so many girls, all for the same reason.

he just wasn’t good enough.

you thought the conversation ended there. it’s been days since you last wrote that, and the ink is starting to fade. jisun lost hope as well until the end of the week.

'maybe she can set us up together?’

“hurry up and ask for his name. i might know him!” she exclaims as you quickly write an answer.

'i’d love that. i’m (name).’

'seokmin :)’

svt masterlist .ᐟ

[isacksteban]

lawhaners... i come in peace... with fic inspired angst...

[manfuckthisimout]

This look RAHHHHHH

Your relationship with your boss was an odd one. It was obvious to everyone in the precinct that you and the detective were more than just boss and secretary. But you would never admit that, and August D had a weird way of showing his fondness. It was the same way every workday—come in at 6:30, find the detective already at his desk, make him coffee, start the day. He would fuss and scold you for little things, make excuses to stay at your desk and talk to you.

You two kind of danced around each other, an unspoken possessive from the detective, and you playing coy until he finally fesses up that he likes you.

He storms out of his office while you’re scheduling his next meeting.

“Didn’t I tell you not to mix up these documents?” he says, holding up a manila file folder. He looks quite frustrated, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, suit jacket off and sleeves rolled past his forearms.

Yelling at you like this does virtually nothing in his favor—if anything it just makes you rub your thighs together. “I’m sorry sir,” you smooth out, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I thought your desk needed some tidying, and you were out in a case so..” He gives you a pointed look. “That doesn’t give you a reason to touch anything in my office. If I want you to tidy anything of mine, I’ll ask you to.” You nod, turning your attention back to the computer screen in front of you.

“Did you schedule my meeting with Captain Jung?” He asks, leaning over the front of your desk. You can feel him staring into your forehead, almost trying to make you squirm in your seat. “Of course sir, I just finished. Your meeting is for 4:30 today.” “Good.” He gives you one last long look over before pushing off your desk and walking back into his office.

You look up from your computer, staring at the deep mahogany that separates you and your boss. “Y’know, we have a running bet pool on which of you is gonna confess first.” Your coworker, Su-min slides over to your desk and props her hand under her chin. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between me and him,” you sigh. “Sure. Tell it to the rest of us.” She chides back. “Don’t you have a case to be doing right now? That missing girl right? How long has it been?” “About a week or so. I really hope we can find her alive, but it’s starting to look grim.” She grimaces. “I hope you end up finding her either way—“

“Y/N! My office, now!”

Suddenly his door was cracked, and you could see him walking back to his desk, waiting for you.

You turn to Su-min and grimace. “Duty calls. Tell me about the case after I get done with this.” She grins at you. “Don’t start fooling around in there, keep it PG!” You roll your eyes, standing from your desk and walking into the detective’s office.

“You called for me detective?” You answer sweetly. “Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” You sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He gets up and rounds the front of his desk, leaning against it to look at you better. “We’ve known each other for quite sometime now,” he starts, arms folded and head down. He smirks. “You and I both know that I’ve been dancing around you these past years-“ “Is that what you call it sir?” He pauses. “Excuse me?” “Is that what you call it, this situation I mean. I was very aware of your feelings about me from the day we met sir. The whole precinct knows how you act around me.” “..I’ve been that bad at hiding it then?” “Pretty much.”

He sighs. “I know I haven’t been…vocal..about my feelings for you. I’d like to fix that. Do you want to go to lunch with me sometime?” You smile at his bluntness. He’s always been bad with words like this, saving his poetical vocabulary for high-stress situations with criminals. “What’s so funny?” He asks, brow raised, smile on his face. “You are. You’re so bad with words sir..” You giggle. He leans down, gripping either side of the arms on the chair. He’s so close to you now, noses almost touching. “I am, hm? And that’s funny?” You nod. He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “Lunch right? What time?” “Lunch time.” You grimace. “Well, I assumed that much. 12 or 1?” “12:30.” “12:30 it is. I’ll mark it on your personal calendar.”

He lifts himself from his position, rounding his desk again and sitting in his chair. He stares at you longingly. “I’d suggest you get back out there. Wouldn’t want to keep the office waiting on who won that bet.” You chuckle. “Yes sir.”

Second fic rawr

This came to me in a feverish daydream

Also because of boredom

Hope you like!!

[nininikki]

two men looking at me like this when

[lostreverb]

luke cooper, cooper day, max cooperman????

[strawberrycowtime]

stg ive read like 10 terumob fics in the last two days. they make me ill

[acciomjolnir]

PSA, because people are confidently being wrong about this in places where they hold undue influence:

You do not own the copyright to fanfiction, because you are playing in someone else’s universe.

You DO have intellectual property rights. The plot, dialogue, prose, all of that is YOURS, and you CAN defend against bad actors. This is why we are able to avail ourselves of OTW lawyers to help us take down illegal binders. To get our stories off sites like Auvexa. To request our fanfics not be listed on Goodreads alongside published works.

Do NOT let anybody tell you that you don’t have any rights or ownership of your own hard work. That is an insidious falsehood and no one who cares about a fandom community should be spreading those kinds of lies.

Please educate yourselves from people who know what they’re talking about in this matter. Here’s the OTW:

[ambeauty]

I just think it’s really neat when Dick and Kory…

[transformativeworks]

Have you been waiting for the

FANEXPO CHICAGO COLLECTION!??

HERE IT IS!

~ Mod Remi

[lowkeyren]

hi lovelies, halloween fic out soon (in like 4ish hours) no spoilers but it's a character i haven't written for in a while :3

will link here!

[neeeooon]

This is just an appreciation

YOUR FICS ARE TOO GOATED

You’re GOATED

THANK YOU FOR THE APPRECIATION 💗💞

[gentil-minou]

so if I put Free Palestine in the title of my fic will OTW censor that too?

Where do they draw the line? Or does the line only exist when it comes to BIPOC?