#one day i'll finish literally any of these fics and then you'll all see

[hollow-dweller]

Talk shop Tuesday: which themes do you find yourself drawn to when writing/creating? How come?

i've talked about Grief and Complicated Relationships a lot, which are themes i personally believe i am interested in for purely intellectual reasons and definitely say nothing about who i am as a person or anything about my emotional state or the things that have happened to me hang on where did this photo of barbara streisand come from-

anyway.

something i actually find myself exploring a lot is the theme of parenthood. and that was something that emerged, not necessarily without me being aware of it, but it took me a little by surprise when i realized exactly How Much i engage with it.

like i wrote the irondad platonic soulmates au that is actually about May and Pepper being besties specifically as a SUBVERSION of the trope in irondad where Tony finds out that he and Peter are "platonic" soulmates and becomes the Best Dad Ever. and while that fic is very much about the May & Pepper friendship, it is also about parenthood--specifically motherhood--through the lens of two women who have zero biological tie (and in Pepper's case, no traditional familial ties of any sort) to their child.

the twilight au started as an april fool's day joke/avenue to bully @seek--rest specifically and personally, but over the course of writing/plotting it, it rapidly became apparent to me that the May & Peter relationship, and specifically the conflict generated by Spider-Man and its impact on their relationship, was a driving force for the tension in that story. there is the petermj of it all, but really if that fic is about anything it's about May & Peter. which does reflect the impact of parentification/complicated parental relationships on bella's story in twilight in this essay i will-

by the time i got to fics like some way of being human and we said our dreams will carry us, which were conceived around MJ's complicated relationship with her mother and Miles' loss of his mother respectively, it was much more apparent to me how interested i am in Exploring Parenthood. it was always an element in my fics, but for a long time i thought about parenthood as a secondary theme, not a primary one. whereas looking back it's like. you dolt.

i am always Intentional with my writing, but as i have progressed in fandom, i have a) become a better writer and b) achieved more clarity on what exactly i want to explore in these kinds of fics. looking at parenthood, warts and all, is something i am constantly consciously thinking about now as i write. and it's interesting to me to look back and see that evolution through the past few years as my interest--and ability--has refined and crystallized.

also this is again one of those Purely Intellectual things and indicates nothing deeper BARBARA PLEASE-

[msgexymunson]

The Food Of Love

Description: Eddie and his love for food (and you) 

A/N: just a sweet little piece to sate you before some other chunky fics are posted! Plus, I know the way to a man's heart is through their stomach, and I want to feed this boy. 

Warnings: language, just fluff really, allusions to smut, established relationship. Gender neutral reader. (Any issues please let me know!)

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The first time Eddie says he loves you, it's with a mouthful of the food you made him.

"Sweetheart, what you doing?" 

Strong arms snake around your waist as you face the kitchen counter, mixing ingredients in a bowl with a scavenged spatula. The kitchen in the trailer is rough and ready, but you bought the ingredients and goddamn, you just need to feed this boy. If only to thank him for the countless orgasms he's given you. 

"I'm making pancakes." 

You smile, his hands wandering over your waist and hips as he crowds your back. God he smells good; bodywash, and skin, and weed, and Eddie.

"Really? I don't see pancake mix." 

Laughing, you turn to face him. 

"It's called cooking babe. I'm making them from scratch. Just sit down and let me feed you." 

With a smirk and a peck to your lips he perches on the tiny table top, long legs swinging like a child. 

You turn to finish mixing, and put the gas on, heating up a frying pan lined with oil and butter.

One, two, three pancakes finished; flipped and stacked onto a plate. Adding some maple syrup and chopped strawberries, you hand him the plate and a fork. 

Turning to start your own pancakes on the heat, you hear Eddie literally moaning behind you. 

"That good babes?" 

"Umph." 

Laughing, you turn to face your boyfriend. His cheeks are stuffed full of pancakes like a gerbil, and he's staring at you with wide wet eyes. His words are muffled with food, but unmistakable.

"I fuckin' love you sweetheart." 

Goggling at him with your mouth slightly parted, you can't help but say, "I think you just love the food." 

He swallows the enormous mouthful and smacks his lips. 

"Nope, that just… pushed me over the edge, I guess. I love you." 

Throwing your arms around him, you envelop his maple smeared lips in a sweet kiss. 

"I love you too Eddie." 

He grins, and your eyes begin to grow wet, so you turn away to flip your pancakes, and to wipe away the clandestine tears. 

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The first time Eddie says he wants to marry you, he's shovelling your food into his mouth. Again. 

You place the plate down in front of him, and watch his little nose wrinkle. 

"What… is that?" He says disgusted, pointing to a green bit sticking out of the spaghetti and meatballs you made him for dinner. 

"It's spinach babe, it's good for you." 

He pokes it as if it's about to jump and attack, and looks back at you, gazing with a defeated expression.

"Do I have-" 

"Eddie, I made this just for you. So, if you don't eat it, I'll be upset. OK?" 

You knew that would work. He twirls a meatball in his fork, gathering some pasta, and even makes sure to add the offending spinach leaf. 

When it reaches his mouth, the noise he makes is reminiscent of his orgasm sounds, just slightly muffled. A large hand encapsulates yours, gripping firmly as if you'll float away if he doesn't. 

"I'm gonna marry you sweetheart." 

It's cloaked in food, but you hear it. How couldn't you?

"Eddie-" 

Swallowing, he grasps you with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

"I'm serious, I'm gonna marry you, and have kids, and they are gonna love these meatballs. Spinach and all." 

Laughing, you pull your hand away, and start to eat your own food, warmth in your tummy expanding and enveloping you at his words. 

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The first time you tell Eddie he'll be a great husband, it's with a mouthful of food. 

Coming home from a hard day at work, you kick your shoes off and rub your aching feet for a moment.

"Eddie, baby I'm home!" 

"I'm in the kitchen sweets!" 

You follow his voice, through the tiny hallway of your shared apartment and into the living space. The entire kitchen is in disarray. Pots and pans are laying around with remnants of meals inside, used and forgotten. Grody cooking utensils have been deposited on any available side. Somethings dusting the floor; maybe flour? 

You approach the love of your life, taking in his unexpected outfit. His usually unruly hair is swept back into a low bun, and he's tied one of your stripy cooking aprons around his waist. It should look weird, since he's not wearing a shirt, but with the muscles in his shoulders fully displayed and the tattoos playing peekaboo with you, you can't find it in you to mind. 

A stray dusting of flour is on his cheek. Reaching him, you swipe it away with your thumb. 

"Eddie, what are you doing?"

"I'm making dinner! Chicken pie, just like you made before. And dessert is in the fridge!" 

His smile splits his face in half, warming your insides. 

"Well, ain't I lucky." 

"Damn straight. I even got wine, here you go." 

He hands you a glass, filling it from wine in the fridge. It's a crisp white, one you've bought before that he remembers you like. 

You perch at the small dinner table, the solid wood one you rescued from a neighbour's yard that just needed a little love, and you're waited on. 

The chicken pie is great; the pastry could've had more time in the oven but the filling was perfect. When you're finished, Eddie hands you a chocolate mousse, with whipped cream and a swirl of orange peel on the top. 

"It's chocolate orange mousse, I got it out of a recipe book I bought. You like it?" 

Eddie's practically on tenterhooks, bouncing both knees with his eyes fixated on you. 

Honestly? It's incredible. Just the right texture and consistency, and the right amount of orange. One of the best desserts you've had. 

But, it isn't just that. It's the restless demeanour, the keenness of his smile, the deep eyes full of feeling. 

With a mouthful of chocolate orange mousse, you stare at him with wet eyes. 

"You're gonna make a great husband one day." 

You swallow, and stare again. 

"Wait, scratch that. You're gonna be a great husband to me, one day." 

He grins manically at you, pride etched in his face.

"Yeah?" 

"Hummm." You turn your head as if deliberating something. 

"What?" 

'Just thinking, could we take the rest of this dessert to the bedroom? I could show you how grateful I am."

You wink, and Eddie's eyes nearly roll back inside his head. 

"Oh, if this is being your husband then fucking sign me up!" 

[moon-fics]

Hi! Any chance you’d be open to writing an angsty Ghost fic? I’ve had the idea that because they’re relationship is secret (both on 141) they give each other 3 taps to say I love you. Somehow the reader gets mortally injured and because they can’t speak they cradle his face in a hand giving him 3 taps. 🥺 I know this is really specific so feel free to change anything if you feel like writing it! :)

A/n: My first request and I love it🥺 I literally do this with my partners!! This is gonna be so cute thank you for the ask!! Please feel free to return!

Warning: Swears, mentions of blood and injury, angst

The moment you knew you loved Ghost was when you were tending to his wounds. It was a rough mission and both of you needed patching up, Ghost insisting you get fixed first. There's no arguing with him when it comes to survival.

He's sitting upright in his desk chair, the moonlight shining through the window. You can see the white of his mask reflecting the light, his eyes are shadowed by his mask.

Your hands barely touch his skin while wrapping a bandage over his cut arm. You're so focused on ensuring the dressing isn't too tight you completely miss his gaze that's locked on you. You tie off the bandage, reaching for some bandaids from his medical kit. He got lucky on this mission, he doesn't need stitches.

Once you finish you unknowingly tap his leg three times, getting to your feet. It doesn't even enter your mind that he might know what something so intimate. From the amount of time you've spent with him you've only known him to be reserved and cocky, you've never seen a soft side to him.

"Any other injuries I should be worried about?" You ask, picking up the first aid kit and closing it. Your eyes finally meet his and your breathing stops. There's something in his eyes that makes you wonder if he somehow knew what you meant when you tapped him.

"No." He responds, his voice raspy from screaming into his com all day. You nod, assuming he'd want you to give him privacy. He usually needs a day to rest after a hard mission, tonight is no different. At least, that's what you think, meanwhile, Ghost is barely holding it together in front of you. "You and Soap goin' out for drinks?" He grumbles, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs in a relaxed position.

"Probably, I'm not really in the mood but knowing Soap he's gonna drag me down to a bar somewhere." You shrug, placing his medkit on his desk. You're tired and you know alcohol will only add to your pain in the morning, but Soap can convince a grumpy old man to smile.

"I'll join ya." He keeps his tone low, almost uninterested. You're not sure why he's showing interest in spending time with you and Soap. He spent a whole week never leaving your side and he still wants to be around you.

"Whatever you say, LT." You smile, following him to find Soap.

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You think back to that moment, when you secretly confessed your feelings to Ghost. You can't help but laugh at how stupid you were to think the man who knew more about body language than you did about, well, anything. It's a fond memory, the moment Ghost knew he shared those feelings with you.

Even now as you bleed in Ghost's lap, you still smile at the memory. His frightened eyes stare into your slowly dulling ones. You wonder if this is how it all ends if your life story is slowly coming to a close.

"We'll get you patched up and you'll be sent home." Ghost assures you and himself. Your vision is getting blurry and there's darkness creeping in. You want to believe him, the man you love. However, the numbness in your fingers is reminding you that he's wrong. "I know for a fact you'll be hanging this over my head for at least a year." He tries to lighten to mood, but you can't laugh.

You know that he'll blame himself by the end of the day. He'll break everything in sight and then himself. You took the bullet for him, you jumped in front of a loaded gun and got shot. You can't give him a reason as to why other than the fact that after the night out with Soap, he tapped your hand three times before going to bed.

You can tell you only have minutes, maybe just one, before you lose everything. You can barely lift your arm, and shakily reach out to hold Ghost's face. His mask feels so foreign in your hands after months of getting to know his skin.

As silence surrounds you, you force yourself to move your index finger. Tap tap tap.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Pumpkin Sugar (Part 1)

Raphael x GN!Reader - Established Relationship

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

Based on this ask by @gornackeaterofworlds

More of a question to expand on than a detailed request, but would raph help a teacher reader grade papers?? Would he get invested in gossip on the kids??

I was zoning out and somehow thought about elementary school teacher readers, coming back to the lair with papers to grade, Donnie getting angry over the lesson plans you have to use, etc. And then, like always, raph thoughts(I am unbelievably gushy to raph x lil sweet cheery readers) Being oh so sleepy tired but still having work to do. Grading papers, getting activities printed and cut, weekly plans. I'd like to imagine he helps to get you to sleep faster, all the while listening to the venty yapping about which kids are troublemakers

Hi gornack! I hope you are feeling well. ♥️

Sorry this took so long. I want you to know that this started out as a simple fluffy fic, but Red disagreed. He wanted to make you smile.

I'm going to be splitting this into 4 parts (+ an epilogue) to make it easier to read because I accidentally went over the character limit in my notes app *twice*. I wasn't aware you could accidentally write a whole ass fic, but here we are. 😅

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch . The best brainstorming buddy I could honestly ask for. Could not have written this without you. 😁

"Come on, babe, please?"

You sigh, whining, "Raph..."

"I gotta head out early, you'll be asleep by the time I get back," he pleaded. He was only working a half night, but he had to leave right at sunset and head across town, so he wouldn't be home until well after 1:00 am, and you had school in the morning.

It had been a long day, and it still wasn't over yet.

You really did like your job. The kids were great, even when they misbehaved it wasn't their fault. There were just too many of them and not enough of you. You couldn't watch everybody all the time, but you still had to try. Third grade was a lot. Especially when you were managing 27 kids (you're grateful, you have colleagues managing 40+, and it's a fucking zoo).

Still, you tried to make things fun for them. Halloween is tomorrow, and you don't want to do the traditional boring "spooky" theme. So, you've decided to teach an entire class of 8-9 year olds a little bit about applied chemistry.

You were actually really excited! You'd picked up a bunch of foam pumpkins at the dollar store, which were currently being dragged in a cart behind you. You were planning on carving them into jack o'lanterns and teaching the kids how to make elephant toothpaste to ooze out of the holes. It's was going to be the most beautiful chaos, and with any luck, a memorable experience.

There was only one problem, you'd been dealing with meetings and trainings all week and unable to actually carve the damn pumpkins. Today there was an outage in part of the building, so you had to wait two hours to use the one copier available, and by the time you walked out you had zero gas left in the tank. You wanted to go home and finish your work so you could go to bed.

You reach the top of the stairs, exiting the subway at street level. The lair is literally in the opposite direction. You look south, towards your apartment.

"Please?" He asks again, his voice softening. You haven't seen him in days and you can hear in his voice that it's taking as much of a toll on him as it is you. "I'll help you with your school shit, whatever, I just... I gotta see you. Please?"

You sigh and turn around, heading north. You miss him, too.

...

He meets you at the door to the elevator, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but smile. He had that effect. Comfort, safety, peace, love... Raphael is Home. And the moment you step inside his arms all of your tension melts away. Almost.

He picks you up in his arms and squeezes you tightly, swinging you gently back and forth as he buries his nose in your hair. He breathes you in and grins, chuckling quietly as you squeeze him back and press your face against his neck.

"What're you laughing at?" you ask, suspicious. He was way more... something... than normal... you're not entirely sure what. You raise your head with your eyes narrowed.

"Nothin'," he says, kissing you sweetly, "just happy to see you." Your eyes narrow further, but this seems to satisfy you. You kick your legs and whine and he sets you down.

Picking up the crate and carrying it casually under one arm (though, to be fair, the pumpkins are made of foam), he gestures you first into the elevator and follows behind. He takes your hand pretty much immediately, "So what're we working on?"

"Pumpkins," you sigh.

He waits a beat. Then another. "Okay... You gonna give me more than that, or..." He smirks down at you, laughing. He can't help it.

"Yeah, sorry," you laugh, "rough week." You shake your head, before looking up at him, "carving, specifically."

"Shit, why didn't you say so? I could've done the whole thing for you!" He laughs as you exit the elevator into the lower garage.

Donnie's working on the truck and you wave at him as you pass by. He gives you a bright smile and your suspicion grows. He's a bit too cheery for being elbow deep in his latest mechanical mess.

You make it to the living room and start unpacking everything. Foam pumpkins, sharpies, exacto knives, "that should be everything," you say, grabbing a gourd and sitting down on the couch. You tuck your legs up under you as Raph walks by behind, leaning down to kiss you on his way to the other side.

He only has about an hour before he needs to leave, but he spends it cuddled up next to you quietly carving pumpkins, an activity which he actually enjoys. All too soon, he's called away to his duties.

With a lingering kiss that leaves you missing him already, he's gone, and you're left with... so much work.

...

The pumpkins are taking longer than expected, and by midnight you're still not done. Mostly because, for a teacher, you really suck at learning your lesson, and you waited until the last minute. Again. And you didn't ask your boyfriend for help once you realized it was too much. Again.

Honestly, one word and he could have had this solved for you. You look over at your annual Family Pumpkin Carving Competition entries. Raph was no longer allowed to enter the contest because it wasn't fair. But he still did one because he enjoyed it. This year, it seems, he was feeling romantic.

It was a MASSIVE pumpkin almost to your shoulder. You have no idea how he even got it down here. Inside was a small table with several electric candles, illuminating the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast.

You set down the half-carved jack o' lantern, and sigh heavily, rubbing your eyes. You lean back on the couch, tucking your feet under you. You're just going to shut your eyes for a few seconds. You know that people always say that and they end up just falling asleep, but you really actually mean it, you'll close your eyes for a few minutes and then get back to work.

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Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Hey, I love your Junkan art! Just was wondering, you recommended VanadisValentine 's work, which I agree with as I love all their Junkan stuff... but I was wondering, do you have any other Junkan recommendations? Would love to hear them if you do! (Ps. I haven't finished your blood bag work but what I have read of it so far I'm loving!)

Why thankyou for this question! First off glad you like all of the Junkan stuff so far, it's been a labor of love (and obsession) that took 9 months but seeing all the positive reactions has made it all worth it! As for recommendations, I am happy to oblige. I'll admit I haven't read every single Junkan Fic there is, I have made it a habit to go on a crazy binge of as much Junkan as I can, I go through every single page on AO3 and read anything tagged as soft (along with anything that looks like it was worth the risk.)

Hell when it comes to Junkan fics I literally have the Junko/Mikan tag for AO3 bookmarked and right at the top of my screen so I can click anytime, and I'm sure I still have plenty of fics left to read whether it's on this site or somewhere else hidden deep within google search. So if anyone wants to go in the comments/reblogs and give recommendations or even shill their own stuff go right ahead!~

Be sure to remember these, they'll be on the test later (this is foreshadowing) So do allow me to give you the long list of fics to read when you're feeling the vibe

I've already recommended VanadisValentine's works in previous posts, however for the sake of a complete list I'll still put em here.

The Marvelous Makeover of Mikan Tsumiki - VanadisValentine (Absolute Classic, also just really fun to say)

Everything You've Ever Dreamed - VanadisValentine (Quite possibly one of my favorite Fanfics just in general)

Turn Out the Lights - VanadisValentine (More focused on the characters separated along with their thoughts on the relationship but it's a great fic for when you're in the mood)

When Am I Gonna Lose You? - VanadisValentine (An 18+ Fic just as a warning, but if you're old enough and looking for something in that field this is an amazing piece, even with all my skill in the field of drawing funny pictures I don't think I could depict anything near as beautiful as the descriptions featured here. Does that sound pretentious? Yes! But I know what I am lol.) Year of Love and Despair - VanadisValentine (Last one from her on this list, also ongoing! If you want a variety of stories of these two ranging from fluffy to dramatic to sometimes even saucy then this fic is the place for you. Genuine highlight of my year and has helped me get through the tougher days very often. You can also look and see my really excessively long comments on most of the chapters!~)

Living in a Crazy Parallel World - Yurikah (Fair warning, this one is very long, isn't 100% Junkan Focused, and is also unfinished with it's last update being awhile ago. That said I think if you can make peace with that going into it you'll be in for a very well written treat!~)

Soft (But Only for Her) - Kayleen756894 (When I first got into Junkan I had only read a small handful of fics from AO3, this was one of them and I went through it in a single night. Extremely fun experience that covers a wide variety of ideas for Junkan. Fluffy, Tragic, it's the whole nine yards. There's gotta be at least one story in this collection that will appeal to someone if they like this ship)

Smile - Kayleen756894 (Truly amazing, one of the all time Junkan Fics out there. It can be a very stressful read but oh so very worth it in my opinion. And for those who want a fic closer to canon in terms of character depictions while still being on the softer side I think this will satisfy heavily)

Hurt, Hold, Heal - Kayleen756894 (Do you like Junko helping Mikan through a Panic Attack? Do you like Junko trying to be a better person? Do you like Mikan helping Junko just as much as Junko helps her? Oh look it's the fic for you. The ending is really sweet too)

Tomorrow is Lonely - Kayleen756894 (Also 18+, arguably even more than the previous one on the list. Check the tags before you read and if that sounds like something you're into go for it. Me personally I gotta be in a very specific headspace first but when I do read it I enjoy myself, it's real cute and has a lot of great little character moments)

Protectors in Red - Kayleen756894 (Extremely good! Also features Mukuro! So if that's a selling point then I'm sure it'll vibe)

Forgive Me, My Beloved - Gloomy_snake (Significantly out of my normal comfort zone and definitely not what one would expect compared to the other fics here, but an enjoyable read. And if you like Doomed Yuri, it's got plenty packed in.)

Drowning - aparticularbandit (Extremely inspiring piece of writing featuring Alter Ego Junko instead of Original Recipe Junko!)

A Night for Two - TheGreatWave74 (Cute fic with the girlies at the pool)

what's better than this, girls havin fun - oxidize (A Chatfic! It might not give the same lasting impact as other fics on the list, however this was the fic that introduced me to the very idea of Soft Junkan, so I will always cherish it, and make sure to re-read it every now and again for the sentimental value)

Burning Lungs - oxidize (Another unfinished fic, I remember that put me off from reading it for awhile. However when I finally did I got pretty invested, which left the cliffhanger on the last chapter all the more stinging. Hope the author is doin' well! Anyway, great fic, might go a bit overboard on the darker aspects of Mikan and Junko's backstories so be warned, but even with that in mind I enjoyed myself and find myself imagining the potential turns it could have taken. And watching Junko's feelings slow burn into existence was really pleasant, especially as her dynamic with Mikan continues)

School Life of Mutual Loving - MarySutcliff (A Compilation of various fics from various ships, 3 of which are Soft Junkan. I've only read the first two, but if you enjoy them I imagine the third will do something for you, the first chapter also, as far as my research can tell, is the first instance of Soft Junkan.) First Chapter Second Chapter Third Chapter

Queen of the Convenience Store - Orphan_Account (The one where Junko and Mikan do weed. I actually quit weed and went cold turkey about a week or two ago, but I do still enjoy seeing girls kissing while being high. even if i can't remember if they kiss in this oops)

A DR Oneshot from an Orphan_Account (It features a Hot Topic, my inner 2000s kid has to recc it)

The Threshold - character_studious (A Bit Dark, but a pleasant read!)

The Whirlwind Fashionista - Kaz3313 (Cute lil Non-Despair AU fic featuring a very cool mall! The ending also gets a chuckle out of me)

No Regrets - wait i made that one (I wasn't going to put this here initially however as a small spoiler, Day 50 of this project is directly based on this fic. I'm super mixed on how it turned out but hey maybe someone'll like it)

And that's it for now! I may or may not be forgetting a decent amount of fics even among the ones I've read before. And there's plenty I haven't even seen yet, and plenty more to be made overtime I imagine.

Your mileage may vary with a lot of these fics, but hopefully you'll find one that itches your brain good like they itch mine. And if not then I recommend just hitting the Junkan Tag running and see what you can find! Take a few risks and maybe you'll find something surprising.

Have a wonderful day and remember to stay hydrated!~

[brineoffire]

Uuuuuuh hi, hi howdy! I've been super possessed by the need to see more male centered fics with the poly!141 soooo here's a bit. I honestly haven't played the games, but I've been looking into the lore because I'm so hyper fixed on the 141 rn. Bare with me, I haven't posted fics here before and definitely never written army anything. Please please please lemme know if you like it even a lil and I'll type up some more.

Fic notes!

So I saw someone talking about a reader who's in it for the money and I liked that idea- tweaked it a little but the basic jist? Mc loves vidio games so much they went to school for it, can't pay, joins the military to pay it all off. I'm writing this chapter ambiguous on gender so far, but I'm writing with a trans!masc reader here because fuck. I can't find much so better make it myself.

-Edit I forgot to put the title here rip

The Right Price

You can't help but stop to think about how you needed to stop biting off more then you can chew. It's been a few months since your recruiter told you all about the joys, wonder, and honor that comes with serving. You where in the second she told you about the pay. Too many student loans, too much microwave ramen, the list went on, but fuck it yeah? You where the one that said that in the first place when you signed up for your courses. The basics, programming, coding, digital design a bit of physiology because of personal interest. You where over the top when it came to studies. Didn't bother you none when you couldn't have a social life. If you weren't busy studying you where quite literally inhaling any game you could get your hands on. But now when you had to fork over the bill money? You started singing another tune.

So here you are. On the training grounds with the rest of the folks recruited at the same time as you.Your sargent was barking out orders for you all to start your runs one by one, but some smart ass was holding up the line. You actually agreed with half the shit he barked back at the your troop leader, but damn it, you didn't want the consequences.

"That's it! You wanna run your mouth? You can all run double to catch up with Marco's mouth! Now!" He yelled white fisted. The remaining lot of your groan and grumble, starting the run together now at double time to hopefully finish before lunch call. Seven miles was what you had all gotten used to. Seven miles of uneven terrain, hurdles and dives, inclines and ramps now lengthened to fourteen.

"Oh fuck off Marco!" One of the recruit remarks, smacking said recuit behind the head before taking off on a spint. Several others join in on mocking the guy before bolting trying to get it over with. You shake your head as you catch up to him and clap him on the shoulder.

"They'll chill out later man just gotta grit and bare it more y'know?" Marco yanks was shoulder away from you, giving you a nasty glare before taking off too. You raise your brow at that, curious to what set him off before shrugging, taking the course at your normal pace with a hand full of the others. Better late then fatiged. The little spat dosn't bother you anyway. You'll all be split into your first teams in less then a week. You doubt he'd even be grouped with you anyways.

Oh how wrong you where. How very. Very. Wrong. It was actually laughable at this point, because you where either grouped together because your Sargent knew you got under Marco's skin for some reason or because fate wanted to see the drama unfold. You took that as a personal challenge either way. Snapping back snarky retorts anytime Marco decided to fuck around, until one day he had you cornered with a handful of others, in your face yelling about how "your kind" didn't belong in the military let alone the states. You let him finish his rant. Something, something, something, God damned, something, something, blight all the good christians, something, something, belong in the kitchen like a proper bitch.

Oh. Okay. There it was. You laugh in your head. No. Outloud. You flip the positions, getting uncomfortably close to the fuckers so they back off some and spout of some tibits you learned in your phycology classes about the brain being easy to manipulate. Quiet anger radiating from your low tone, keeping it quiet to force them to listen harder. You throw in some extra bs about how you could probably "turn" the lot of them given enough time. That them speaking more shit would be an agreement for him to test his theory. They back off after that, but report you all at once for "harassment". There being no evidence for anything you're transfered to one of the other split groups. Half made up of people you didn't enlist with. Mabey this crop would yeild better results yeah?

Nah. You jinxed it. You know you did. Oh well. This time it's just one guy though. And all it takes is a bit of reverse phycology to have the guy questioning his own damn identity so bad he's sent to the on duty therapist. You're transfered out this time by a different woman. Laswell. She heard out your full story of your transfers and unlike your last transfer she gave you a garentee that she'd make sure to find a good fit for you. You shrug and thank her. No matter what you had to tough it out anyways, you needed that pay check after all. Had no where else to go.

It goes sour when you head with her to a base near Wales. You where supposed to go talk to her about setting up here overseas for a while. Something about spreading out more newbies anyways. You really don't understand half of it so you just agree and you're off to training on this base. As long as you're here you're expected to keep up with basics and the routine set by the Sargents and that's fine by you, whatever to pass the time at this point. They run a drill with half the team ment to run a faux attack on half the base and the rest made to counter. You're getting prepared to counter the fake attack when alarm bells are ringing. That's definitely a little over the top. Usually they just yell over the loudspeakers and... You kinda blink a few times before you realize your group of rookies is being pressed to the armory. It's not a fucking drill at this point. This is NOT what you came here for but, oh fuck here you go! You've played too many games for sure. Mabey it's time to cut back. Because you're immediately focused. Immediately setting up the scene in your head to get you in a headspace where it's all a game. It helps you focus and damn you really need help with that right now.

There's active rounds being fired a ways away from the base as you all are suited with gear and munitions. You've trained for this but damn if you ever thought you'd ACTUALLY use any of that shit. You always imagined it was for show, like how you never use any of the fucking math they taught you anywhere.

You're moving on a sort of autopilot, moving out to a defensive manuver outside, staying under cover like you're told until your unit arrives halfway out, between the fighting and the base. It's impossible to see much past a thick smoke blanketing half the scene but you all move out, groups of three fanning out for any injuries and more importantly, any hostiles. You and your group are about to get to your second vantage point when you catch something they don't, you call out a group of several hostiles over what looks like a member of the base before realizing there's radio static.

Fuck it. Risking your life might score you some bonus merit, some extra cash somewhere along the line, you don't know. You're just trying to rationalize why the hell you bolt for the man, keeping low, keeping quiet until your almost upon them all. You get close enough to make out the British insignia on the man's arm. You've definitely seen him on the base before, and now here he is, no weapon in sight, surrounded by four hostiles. You slow your approach and aim carefully, making sure to get the kill shot on one of them, the spray of bullets catching another in the arm gives you enough time to aim for one of the other ones. You've definitely played too many vidio games but you're damn sure that's what kept you from being shot on your first unofficial day of active duty. You roll. Fucking barrel roll on the ground, with enough force to get you away from the spray of bullets from the last uninjured hostile as you stop yourself and make the shot on him. Dumb luck is what you chalk it up to as the fourth guy falls, letting you finish off the second man as he scrambles to retrieve his weapon.

"Up! Up! UP!" You yell to the man on the ground. You don't notice the look of utter confusion from the guy as you rush to help him to his feet. You've gotta get him back to base or at least the rest of the team and out of harms way. So you sprint as fast as you can as soon as the man's up, keeping to your side as you keep an eye out for anyone else hostile or otherwise. You try your radio again, but nothing you backtrack enough to find the spot you last saw your little team and find them under fire, one covering a wound on the others arm, panicking. You're quick to take over, playing out the scene in the same mind set you started out with. Mission in mind. Quest line to follow. You snap the other guy out of it enough to instruct him on how to stop the bleeding properly and grab the injured mans weapon from him, shoving it into the man's hands and directing him to cover you. Again, your oblivious to the look of pure confusion from the man and your uninjured teammate as you work to bandage up your fellow recruit.

You all make it out in one peice, the base being cleared of the small force that attempted to overtake the base. What you don't learn, and no one bothers to tell you. Is that the man you "saved", Captain John Price, has been talking with Laswell. Not so much talking with her as TO her. Your in it for money? Perfect you'd definitely agree to join the 141 with the pay difference.

"John you can't fucking do that. This kid is green. Way too fucking green! They weren't even supposed to be pulled into active duty! They should have been benched with the newer recuits, not out with their seniors!"

Price laughs and shakes his head. "No. This one's got potential and I wana see how far it'll take em." He was impressed by how some rookie was able to show enough guts to help him when the odds looked bad. He had everything under control, but damn if your actions weren't something interesting. Rolling out of line of fire and still keeping a steady aim? That's quite the task, he boasts for you. Hell, you didn't even think twice about Price's rank or authority, your focused was on recovery and living while taking out the hostiles. As much as Laswell regrets to say there's not much reason to deny Price. His eye for talent really was spot on. What could go wrong in all actuality? She trusted Price, and hasn't let her down yet.

"Fine. But I'm keeping a close eye on this set up."

Price grins as he looks down at your small folder, thanking her and flipping through the pages again. Tomorrow you'd be flying out with him to your new base. Joining the 141 as a tech specialist.

[mamaz00m]

It's been ten literal years.

It's about time I finish what I started.

I've been gone so long that I don't even know what Boosh fandom is like anymore. I don't know how active it is, I don't know who all is still hanging around. Really I can only hope that by posting this to AO3, anyone who is subscribed to me will see this update and be happy that the story is finally complete.

This story's incomplete status has haunted me for years. I met my best friend through Boosh fandom in the LiveJournal days (RIP--I have fully lost my login for that site) and since I moved in with her in June of 2019, she has stayed on top of my ass about finally completing this fic.

As you'll all know, I wrote and posted two chapters in 2019 (as well as two one-shots for this universe) with the harassment of my bestie and cheerleading from @cle-o-pat-ra, whom I own an apology to for falling off the face of the planet once the pandemic hit.

I had a real All Eyes On Me moment in 2020. Without getting too much into it, after years of dealing with mental health issues which led to me becoming a shut-in, I moved across country to be with my best friend. I started going out, I started making friends. I started finally living. And then Covid happened and I went off the rails a bit. Quite a bit.

It took some work, but I am doing a lot better now.

So what prompted this return?

Ironically, it was watching GBBO with Bestie over dinner each night. We subscribed to Netflix just to watch it this year. It was seeing Noel--smiley, cheeky, and only just now finally beginning to show any signs of aging--that made my heart clinch.

I found myself wondering what Gabe would be up to at Noel's current age. How Eli is doing.

I realized I missed these characters desperately.

I can only hope you did, too.

Because I have tentative plans for the future...

I'm going to tag the folks I can remember enjoying this fic back when I was more active in the fandom. And I'll be around, in case me showing up like this stirs up any big feelings.

Thank you all for showing so much patience towards me. For loving these characters and playing in this space with me for ten long years. I've missed this world and I've missed you.

@culumacilinte @arbeaone @azurfemme @littleredchucks @radiumkind @oblong-goblin @the-stoned-ranger @pussywhang @concupiscence66

And of course, giant, massive thanks to @derangedficrecs / @derangedbutterfly for being this fic's beta for over half the chapters before my life got so hectic and...well, I owe you an apology too. I'm sorry.

Raise Hell. Chapter 21: THE WORLD

[k-s-morgan]

How are you?

Another ask: it's been a while since I have read any of your updates on your stories, but I want to let you know that you're literally the only reason I still have Tumblr on my phone: to read your updates and know you're still as safe as you can be. I'll be praying for you and your family tonight, my best wishes for you ❤️

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Thank you both so much for caring, anons! It means so much to me! And thank you everyone who left supportive notes under my post.

Fortunately, the attack ended well, our heroes from air defense system managed to destroy 74 out of 75 drones. Most of them targeted my city. It was the longest and the biggest attack by drones as of yet: 4 drones passed by my apartment, and moments like this are always the most terrifying. You hear the noise and you freeze, praying that it won't crash into your apartment or that the air defense won't intercept it right now (because the debris can cause a lot of destruction, too).

Fortunately, it wasn't the worst night for me. I fear missiles more than drones, and the level of noise was bearable. The worst thing was the fact that I lost so much of my time. The moment I tried to sleep, explosions woke me up, I was getting increasingly disoriented and panicked until I chose not to sleep at all. As a result, I had to stay up until 8 am, and then naturally I slept until 15:00 and I woke up feeling completely drained and useless. Considering that I've been finalizing my BB fic update, this upset me a lot, I basically lost the one day I counted on most.

I've almost finished editing the chapter now. With luck, I'll update in a few hours, but if something feels wrong and I need to do some more editing, you'll see the chapter tomorrow.

Thank you all again <3

[lunart-06]

Good day, I have a request to make regarding your current ao3 that you wrote.

Ok imma stop with the fancy English. I read your ao3 titled "there was nothing left for me" and absolutely adored it so I want to ask if you could write a good ending.

Like when izuru was outside talking about how unpredictable the ocean is and no amount of luck will ever bring makoto back, immediately he said that, up in the sky, is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! Its a heavily damaged helicopter hurdling towards him at mach 4. The helicopter crashes right next to him with rubble from the helicopter flying everywhere without hitting him. His curiosity gets the best of him and you'll never guess what he finds inside. A very beaten up and bloody scars makoto who looks like his on the brink of death.

That was the idea I've been brainstorming ever since I finished ur fic. So thanks for reading and incase u actually take this into consideration (I'll be very glad if u do) please take your time I don't mind waiting

(Ur fic has done crazy stuff to me like once in every 10 scenario sessions I have it's based on this fanfic Thank you so much for writing it)

ARCK TY SM!!!! That fic was the only thing that made me feel like I can't possibly write anything close to that quality anymore and needed to get more deeply into my zone but I'm glad you liked it!!!

And for the ending, it was extremely inte ded for me to make a very open-like kinda ending to ensure something like these! You can imagine ANY scenarios regarding of what happened and with the kind of ending I go for COULD lead to tons of possibilities!

It could be Kamukura destroying the foundation and still feeling empty inside, or who knows maybe he find Makoto's coffin while at it? Or maybe Makoto is *still* alive yet just wandering aimlessly after escaping and tricking everyone of his death? Who knows who knows, that's what fun about them!

And to indulged in your one of many scenarios of ending for this fic.

Kamukura wouldn't pay attention to anything else, as said, the agonizing turmoil crashing on everything he had build up for. But he *does* aware of the sound above him, and just like that his ultimate talents switched without command and stood aside a few good feet away, in a certain spot, as a vehicle crash down next to him.

I don't believe Makoto could even still be standing after surviving an execution from *Munakata* of all things, that man won't let him breath. So in this case, some of his other friends and sister had helped him out of the dire situation. Judging from Byakuya's scowl towards Hagakure it seems that it was the teller's responsibility in controlling the helicopter, but knowing Byakuya's distrust over something so life-threatening to someone like Hagakure, it seem he was suppose to be temporarily held control over it until some *bad luck* happened.

Toko was there, Komaru was there, Byakuya left his knot tying rushed to go over to Hagakure, leaving the body—

The body that was still moving. *breathing*. Though shallow and slow, definitely in pain, slightly trembles perhaps from the large injuries and the shock from literally falling from the sky. The sight of it managed to make Kamujura's skin pricked, muscles tightening, and eyes frozen to one sight of one subject. Komaru calling onto the body she held is when Kamukura can feel the freezing water washed over him and wiped the toxins in every parts of his molecules.

"Makoto please hang on—"

Makoto. He can see it clearly now, the messy hair of brown with strands sticking out in multiple places, damped with sweat, paler than necessary to be consider healthy, the while shirt soaked with red, his whole figure is writhing as if cold and taking shallow breath as if drowning, he couldn't see the calming olive eyes when the lids clenched shut, eyebrows pinching together closely that the skin wrinkles, his teeth grits and released from pain and to breath, holding onto the major blow of the injuriy that could have really taken his life dearly.

"Kamukura?" The sister called out, and for once, he paid attention, "please— please, help him– help my brother please, h-he's—"

He doesn't let her finished before his whole body moved in instinct, swiftly picking the deathly cold body that's far more than Kamukura's own, and as he made contact with Makoto, he can feel multiple talents surge through him all at once; ultimate hunter checking any possible threat on his surroundings, ultimate bodybuilder to properly hold Makoto without shaking too much of his injuries, ultimate medic to check anymore major wound aside from the one Makoto covered.

And when Makoto finally squint an eye opened to stare directly on Kamukura's clouded crimson ones, smiling in a shaky manner with a relief undertone (for once, Kamukura *understood* that. Instead of *knowing*), he spoke, in an exhale, his voice whispered; "I..... tol' you.. that I'll–.... be......back..—"

And ultimate runner to quickly take Makoto back to the base of the island.

[jillsandwhichs]

Heart on my sleeve

A Valenfield Story , Chap 4 , Bonding

Masterlist

Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: It is now Wednesday. It has been a couple days since their jog and breakfast. Since then, they've grown closer. Today, Chris trains her in marksmanship.

WC: 3.2k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you. Art Creds is unknown so please comment if yk who made it, thanks

The office was more upbeat today than usual. The radio set on the spare desk was playing some funky tunes, enlightening everyone's moods. People in the office seemed more chatty too but also actually did their work properly. Even Captain Wesker of all people seemed giddy. Maybe the weather, considering it isn't snowing today, is having some sort of positive effect on everyone today.

For Jill, that is the case.

She woke up bright and early and was ready to conquer the day from the beginning.

Ever since her jog with Chris, she's been a happy girl. She doesn't really know nor understand but being around Chris does something to her. It uplifts her spirits completely. There's just something about him, something that draws her to him. Chris is a great guy so far.

Currently, Jill & Chris are at their assigned desks, doing whatever boring & plain work Albert gave to them. Jill was already almost finished, she doesn't know about Chris though. He definitely tends to work a tad bit slower than her; That isn't an issue though. She just likes to talk to him a lot and when he's busy, it's hard to refrain herself but she's getting better.

Every so often, Jill would steal a glance at Chris. He is quite attractive. She really enjoys being around him. He makes work life a billion times easier.

Until she's done though, and he as well, she'll leave him be. They have work to do.

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It didn't take Jill long, as she presumed.

Chris is still working though, but also making conversation. He is a much better multitasker than she is.

"Her new motorcycle is totally rad, maybe if I ever learn, she'll let me take it for a spin." "Maybe so." Jill chuckled, hearing Chris rave about Claire's new motorcycle she revamped and remodeled. So far, Jill knows quite a bit about Claire and one of the things she's aware of is the fact she's big on motorcycles. The girl can practically build them up from scratch; It is very cool.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend?" "Not necessarily-no. I was thinking about doing some book shopping, I've read literally everything on my bookshelf." "Ha, course you have. I plan on seeing that new comedy with my sister, hopefully it's good. Also, hey, you heard about the event happening not this weekend, but next?" Event? What event? "Uhm, no, I haven't. What is it?" Jill asked Chris. "Every year, the R.P.D hosts thing anniversary event. It just celebrates each year this place has been established as a Police Department." "Ah neat."

Jill heard somewhat about this.

Each year, it's this big party.

Food, drinks, dancing, meetings and more! It's hosted primarily in the main hall of the department but workers can go just about anywhere. Workers are also required to attend, it brings bad reputation if someone doesn't show up.

"What day is it and what time is it?" "It's Friday evening, starts at five and lasts til eight." "Makes sense. Cool, sounds like a plan." "Yeah." Chris replied.

Jill will definitely have to rummage through her formal wear. She doesn't own a lot. Rarely has she ever had to attend a fancy event such as this. It could be fun though, playing some dress up!

"I'll let you finish your work, Chris." "Alright but y'know I enjoy talking to you while working." He snickered. "Oh I know, but get your stuff done." Jill giggled. To pass the time, she'll finish re-reading one of her favorite books-The Shining.

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She was only able to read about four chapters until she was stopped by Captain Wesker who needed to ask Chris a favour.

"So, as you know, Jill needs some training in marksmanship. She told me all about how it's something she wants to improve on and considering you're the best we've got, how about you give her some lessons?" Albert asked Chris. Chris nodded, his lips curved, "For sure. Just tell me a time." "Now. The range in the basement is already prepped." "Oh, okay. Yeah, sure. Jill, you want to right now?" You were surprised by how quickly Captain Wesker bounced into action with this.

When she initially brought her problems with firearms to Wesker, she assumed he'd train her personally or give her times to practice alone. What she didn't expect was that Chris would be the one helping her. It is a happy surprise!

You've also never been in the basement area of the department yet, you're excited to slightly be able to explore.

"Alright then, you two have til two in the afternoon, then you both better be back here." "Yes Sir." Chris then stood up, pushed his chair in and began to lead the way. Jill followed behind him, knowing he'll be able to get the two of them there.

Exiting the S.T.A.R.S office, Jill stood right beside Chris as he led the way. The hallway felt cold-Jill couldn't help but shiver. The entire Police Department has been cold lately. It is that time of year so... "Do you train in the basement often?" "Here and there. I prefer actual shooting ranges but it'll do." Jill wasn't aware of the fact Chris was such a sharp shooter. This is news to her. It's actually nice to know. Jill enjoys learning about Chris, he's great.

"Now how is it that you graduated from a Delta training course and yet, firearms are a weakness for you?" "Well, they aren't necessarily a weakness of mine. I'm good with them. My issue is-I want to improve. I wanna know different tricks and strategies. That's all." "I'll be able to help, no worries."

He is reassuring.

They both jogged down the large, wooden staircase. It's long. It always makes Jill out of breath, comically. "You'll also be able to see the dogs down in the basement. They're locked up but they're cute." "Oh I'm sure." The department has an entire unit of dogs. There are many upon many. Sometimes, while working, you can hear them barking and howling. While they are trained, they are still dogs and will be a nuisance sometimes.

Any time the two of them walked past someone, they said hi to Chris or they nodded their heads at one another.

Honestly, it makes Jill feel like she doesn't fit in. Chris knows literally everyone. She is still new though, it'll take time. At least she's had the time to bond with each S.T.A.R.S member-they are all the kindest of souls. Within time, she hopes to make more friends, especially with other women. She swears half of the workers are men and that's why the building has a musty odor sometimes...

"Is there a specific firearm you'd like to start off with?" "Definitely just a handgun of some sort, nothing too major yet." "Gotcha, I have a whole set down there that you can take a look at and decide which to use." "Awesome." It's good to know Chris is prepared.

In a way, Jill is nervous. She doesn't want to appear as a fool. She understands this is training and therefore, she won't be perfect but still, she doesn't want to make an embarassment of herself, especially in front of Chris. He is so cool. To be made a fool with him is a fear.

Walking through a wooden door, Chris held it open for her. This made Jill slightly blush. "What a gentleman." She teased. "Mm, I try." He snickered. Getting a glimpse of his jolly face, Jill couldn't help but admire him. He has this permant stoic look to him but in a way, it's also such a soft, touching gaze. She has caught onto the fact he tends to only have it when they're together but maybe that's just a coincidence.

They entered the Main Hall and had Tom check out. Here at the R.P.D, if you're headed somewhere that your unit doesn't usually attend to, the front desk lady must be told so she can file it down. In this case, two S.T.A.R.S members will be going down to the shooting station in the basement.

"Hey Brandy. Me and Jill are going down to the basement for some extra training, make sure to tab that, yeah?" "Sure thing, be back before two." That's a rule; You can only spend a certain amount of time away from your assigned role.

"Are we close to the basement?" "Yep, we just head East and near the break room, down the stairs and through the parking garage. We'll be there shortly."

Jill hasn't been to this side of the station yet.

Surprisingly, it was much cleaner. Through the blinded windows, Jill could see different men and a singular woman at work. The East office was meant for lower class officers and researchers but they still do their job well-the R.P.D wouldn't be able to run without them. Jill was just appalled by it's pristineness. Eventually, they reached the break room area and the staircase.

This area had an ominous feel to it. It was dark-gloomy. It seemed to be deserted. "Is this section used often?" "Here and there. It's mainly used by the dog keepers, they go in and out a lot." Jill nodded in response. Who knew you could feel unsafe in a Police Department.

They slowly made their way down the steps, each one creaking beneath them. It was cold in the garage, very cold. Jill felt shivers, multiple, slither down her spine. "You okay?" "Mhm, it's just a bit chilly." "I may have a jacket in my locker, you can have it." He is so kind, very thoughtful. The garage was large. It was packed to an extent, squad cars & vans scattered around the cemented establishment.

There were multiple doors on each side of the garage as well, some of them being accommodated by an electronic lock on them-very techy. "I got a key card, no worries." Chris stated. Jill followed directly behind him.

Just through the door and another, they were in the shooting range. The two of them being completely alone now. It was a bit echoey, not a lot being in the grey tinted room. The light was buzzing as well, it was quite agitating but Jill was able to ignore it well enough. It was colder in here though than it was out there. "Here." Chris grunted, opening up his locker and tossing her his black jacket-it was warm and soft. "Thanks." "Anything for you." He hummed in reply.

Jill giggled.

Slipping the jacket on, she watched as Chris began to click open a black, hard, plastic box. It looked heavy too and it was loud, the entire room being filled with the clanking of it. "What's in there?" "The best of the best handguns you could ever imagine." Chris chuckled, "They are radical." He added on. Him and his funny terms-it's cute.

"Are you really the only person who uses this place?" "Just about. I know some dude named Kevin does but I rarely ever see him." "Okay." Jill nodded, glancing at the range itself. It was set up neatly, great for training. "Ready whenever you are, by the way." "Yeah, sure. I just have a few questions first?" "Sure. Shoot." Chris took a seat on one of the metal chairs and patted the one beside him. With a giggle, Jill ambled to it and sat down, crossing one leg over the other.

"Firstly, how should we train or rather, how do you plan to train me?" "Well, I'm gonna show you the basics of the gun, some positionings with your body and more specifically your hands and I'll let you take a shot at the range itself. Deal?" "Yeah, deal." Jill smiled. That was a great set-up. She doesn't feel as timid about this all anymore either. If anything, she's pumped. The adrenaline is getting to her surely.

He pulled out an all black handgun, it looked fancy as hell. "What is that, what's it called?" "It's a Beretta, pretty basic but smooth and fast paced-perfect for you." "Ah, nice." Jill whistled as she took it from it.

In hand, it felt nice. She's picky with her weapons and this fit well. "Want to practice with this handgun first?" "Sure." They both stood up and picked out a random lane. Chris stood behind Jill and watched as she analyzed the gun. "It is loaded and the safety is one, don't worry. I assume you know how to turn the safety off?" "Yes, I do." "Good. Would've been odd if you didn't." They both had a laugh.

"Did you have another question?" "Just one more. If this training session ends well, can we do another?" Jill asked him. Chris chuckled, "Yes, we can, anything for you." Such a sweetheart.

After a minute or so of getting used to the gun and everything about it, Jill was ready. "Alright, like I said, first thing is positioning. Stand straight, arms at your side." Jill listened. She kept her finger off the trigger too. Just because it's on safety mode doesn't mean you shouldn't take extra precautions. From behind her, Chris grabbed her hips, causing Jill to breathe in deeply. The touch was unexpected but she knows he's just adjusting her. "Sorry, should've gave a warning." He snickered, squeezing her waist.

Chris kept her hips straight, his hands never leaving them. "Okay, now let me see how you hold your gun. Pretend there is somebody directly in front of you-a person of danger who must be stopped." His words painted a picture in her head; Jill did exactly what he told her to do. Chris looked at her posture and positioning. She did it well, very well. "At least you won't need help with that." He teased, admiring her grip. "Glad you think so." Jill whispered, her face fierce as she looked in front of her.

"I do want to try something though." Chris stated. Still behind her, he took his hands over hers and straightened her arms out a bit more. "How does that feel? Better or more uncomfortable?" "My comfortability doesn't necessarily matter in a life or death situation." Well, she isn't wrong. "I mean, yeah, true." Chris chuckled. "I just meant for right now, I want you feeling hyped, that's all." "I am, thanks." He brought her hands down a little lower too, just a smidget though.

Not saying a word, Chris walked over and clicked a red button. In the range itself, a target flew at Jill and sat in place.

"Show me what you got." Chris stepped aside, keeping a fair distance away for his own safety.

Jill took a deep breath and began. She knew her accuracy wouldn't be perfect. Her accuracy has always ranged above average but not amazingly. She began to shoot though. The first few bullets went near the throat of the board, then two into the head. From behind her, Jill heard Chris whistle and boy, did that boost her confidence. She aimed downwards a bit more, shooting at the abdomin, hitting greatly in that entire area. "Now that's what I like to see." Chris praised. Jill brought the gun down, putting the safety on immediately.

"How was that?" "Great, your aim is good, but I can definitely help you improve further." "Good to hear." Jill responded. She was happy with his response. Knowing he thought she was good meant so much to her. "Go again but this time, the targets will be moving?" "Already? Damn, okay." "Do you not think you're ready?" "I do, I do. I just didn't think we'd be moving that fast." "You got it, you're a very smart girl." Chris set his hand on her shoulder, earning a smile from her. "Yeah." Jill had a determined tone.

Getting into stance, Jill stood back as she was and had the gun up, safety off too. Chris jogged over to the button and clicked it but also clicked another one that caused the targets to move. "Just relax and try your best, you got this." Chris said softly, backing up and crossing his arms. Jill let out a sigh. She was going to do as best as she can whilst trying not to embarrass herself.

The first couple shots were a bit more on the uneven side, hitting the neck line and in random chest spots. It was hard, truly, but this is what you have to train for when working in this field. Jill did this exact course when training for the Delta Force. She's still so appalled by the fact she graduated it-she's truly skilled.

She actually got a few headshots and one in the heart-she was improving by the second.

"Just a few more." Chris shouted over the sound of gunshots and the targets flying around. Jill heard him though and was eager to finish up this set to possibly start another one.

The last target was perfect-right in the brain. She did well but there's always room for improvement and that's why she is here. All of the loud noise dissipated and Jill turned the safety on the Beretta, setting it down on the counter. "Nicely done, you did great." "Thank you. Any possible tips?" "Just one. Make sure you don't look around everywhere. I know multiple boards moving at once can be stressful but you can't get distracted-focus is key." "Got it." "Atta girl." Chris smirked, picking up the gun and putting it back in the case.

Jill crossed her arms and admired the little range. It was cozy, in a way? Maybe that is just because she's alone in here with Chris. Jill sat down on the metal chair again, her leg tossed over the other as she let out a huff. "Everything alright?" "Yeah! Of course! My ears a ringing a little." She chuckled. "Ah, yeah. Next time I'll give you proper muffs and glasses, I totally forgot." Chris laughed, sitting beside her.

The two sat in silence momentarily. Jill felt at peace, hopefully Chris too.

"Thank you for training me." "Yeah, yeah, anytime." Chris nodded, leaning back a bit. "I just really appreciate it." Jill expressed. "Anything for you." "You always say that." Jill tittered, gazing at him. "Yeah well, I mean it. You deserve anything you desire." That made Jill feel all warm on the inside. "I do?" "Mhm, you do." Chris hummed. That meant a lot. To Jill, she often feels worthless and undeserving of really anything. To know Chris feels differently and views her as a positive asset, it means so much.

It felt a bit awkward after that exchange. It feels like there is some unsolved tension between them. Not bad tension necessarily, moreso words that haven't been said yet. Jill hopes it goes away soon.

"What do you say we go for another round?" "Oh definitely, I wanna practice as much as I can." "Good."

Chris stood up and got out a different handgun.

"Here." He handed it to her.

"Let's get to it."

[galvanizedfriend]

hi, yokan <3

I read that in Brazil there's a week-break because of carnival, therefore I hope you're finally having a bit of rest!

I was wondering if you could post an outtake with the klaroeve scene? from you comment I understood that there was more than that little scene in the latest chapter, and I would LOVE to read it!

sorry if I sound rude or pressuring, it's not my intention at all :(( I'm just Eve's third parent, I need more scenes with my babygirl being adorable 😭😭

I totally get why you don't put more of her in the main story. I ALWAYS say that babyplots are terrible due to a lot of factors, one of them being the constant present of a baby who basically does nothing (rightfully, since, yk, it went out of the whomb last year) and that adds nothing to the plot but just terrible fan service.

I think most people would agree with this, maybe even you!

HOWEVER, my little wolf/fish/mermaid is THE exception and I would love to see more of her, and, since u have a series dedicated to those fluffy moments that don't exactly fits with the plot, I really wish you will post something there 😭😭

sorry for bothering you, I hope you'll have a good day!

P.S.

totally off-topic but I also read some of your comments in Portuguese (AT LEAST I think it's Portuguese 😭) and I understood like 80% of it, privileges of being Italian ‼‼ so lol now you really can't escape me >:)

Yes, it's Carnaval right now! It's a nearly weak-long holiday, but it sadly ends on Wednesday. 😢 And I was technically on call yesterday, so 😂 But I am very much enjoying not doing anything 🤷‍♀️

About the baby thing, yes. 😂 I've been so lucky to get some passionate readers almost from the start with this fic and to have people who are still reading it a ton of years later, but I've also had to read some very mean things over the years that have stuck with me. It has made me extremely self-conscious about this story. I sometimes find myself almost apologizing for writing it, like I'm commiting some kind of crime against fandom or like I should be banned for inflicting this upon people for as long as I have. I wish I could be the kind of person who just doesn't care and remains blissfully unbothered, but I'm not. I'm not a naturally confident person in any way, and that kind of thing does get to me.

It's gotten better, of course. I care a lot less now than I used to, and the fic is not as popular as it was a few years ago either, so there's that But some of that stuff has just ingrained itself into my brain. Objectively I know this is stupid and I don't owe anybody anything, I don't have to apologize for writing a fanfiction for god's sake. There's room for everyone in fandom. I can have a corner to rewrite the show and have a magical Klaroline baby, fuck it. Who cares, you know? But it's almost stronger than me sometimes, I don't realize I'm doing it. I get this feeling that I need to be more critical otherwise people are going to think it's ridiculous and OOC and nobody's gonna want to read it anymore and etc etc. It's exhausting. And it's obviously nobody's fault, it's just me in my own head, but that's how it goes.

The scene you're talking about in particular. I had it written years ago. Literal years, maybe 2021 or early 2022. Some of my friends had even already read it a loooong time before the chapter was finished. And I was convinced that it was so cute and totally fine. Then as I wrapping up the chapter, I started getting this itch that it was actually ridiculous and the folks who had read it didn't say anything because they were being nice, they didn't want to hurt my feelings, and I had to get delete it. So I did. In all truth, I think the chapter is more polished like this. But then I removed a family scene and ended up writing smut that also had no place in the chapter, so. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, I'm sorry for the rambly response. 🥲 I'll tell you this: I will read the deleted scene again and if I feel it's not dumpster-fire bad, I will post it here. But I need to check it first, because there is chance that it's not just my paranoid head telling me to get rid of the baby scenes and it really is just that bad. 😂

And as for the last part, yes, it's Portuguese. It's my native language. And it's so funny how Italian, Spanish and Portuguese can be so similar. I understand Spanish much better than Italian, but I do get some of it as well. Latin languages 🤜🤛 (except French, I don't understand French at all 😂)

[xhanisai]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Cheers for the tag @mostmagical !!!

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

Forty-two

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

448,371

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Miraculous Ladybug at the moment. I do want to write some for Soul Eater and Gintama.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#LetMarinetteDrinkCoffee2K19 (9918 kudos)

Bite off more than you can chew and you'll choke (6355 kudos)

Speak now, regret later (3710 kudos)

Only idiots try to woo those who are already in love with them (2958 kudos)

Without you, what is the point? (1510 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do try my best to respond. They always make me happy and I love knowing my readers' reactions and thought processes regarding the stories I wrote. If I don't reply, it's mainly because I'm overwhelmed and tired hahah! But every comment always makes my day and I do reread them.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's probably got to be "Goodbye" is bitter. It's a SpyXFamily story and I killed off the entire Forger family. My readers' tears were a joy to drink in a mug.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of my stories surprisingly have happy endings. I think the most tooth-rotting one would be Wo Ai Ni! which is an ML fic. It's literally fluff and fluff and so much fluff and if you love seeing Adrien being a madly in love silly goof with one Marinette Dupain-Cheng and being a hot mess about it, this is for you.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly, I haven't gotten any hate on my stories every since I started writing for ML. I did get death threats from this one buffoon over a pairing in my last fandom but I put that menace back in his place and since then he hasn't gone after anyone else in the fandom :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

My name is MissEcchi for a reason LMAO. There's so much smut I haven't even posted publically yet because they need polishing and editing and I'm a lazy bitch. Here's a few I've written for ML (and they're all and always will be lovesquare~)

Unmasked - Identity reveal, mutual pining and some comedy.

Red - Identity reveal, vampire Chat noir (after getting zapped by an akuma).

Paperthin - Identity reveal, mariblanc!!!!!, angst, happy ending.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have ideas for many! Just haven't written them out to fruition yet unfortunately. I do have an Ouran High school x Miraculous crossover story that has been chilling in my WIP docs for years lol...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Some dumbass kids thought they were slick when they re-uploaded my stories on wattpad. Got them taken down. I haven't checked around since then so I hope no one else has done that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Plenty! Here's a few I did with @seas-of-silver

Negative!!!

Murder On The Dancefloor

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

LOVESQUARE OF COURSE. Especially mariblanc!!!!!!!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

In my last fandom, I had a multi-chaptered fic that I haven't updated since 2018 I believe? It was my most well written story in that fandom and I did enjoy writing what I did. I don't know if I'll ever finish it because I just no longer have the same love and passion I had for it. I'd rather it's left the way it is rather than trying to give it a half-assed ending.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm really good at writing emotions, especially with angst and comfort. I'm a huge slut in making my favourites go through the most horrendous, traumatising experiences ever and then have them look after each other. I also think I write battle scenes decently, especially when I'm in the mood. I like to enforce how powerful the heroes can be and make the akuma battles more brutal than as showcased in canon.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Currently, I think my weakness is that I write too much. I do waffle a lot in my stories because I'm very peculiar on my pacing and trying to time things. This also makes the writing progress more complicated than it should be and it is why most of the stuff I've written haven't been published yet because the editing takes too long.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I enjoy doing that a lot! But I do try my best to make sure to not do it too much because of language barriers. So the dialogue in the other language is either mundane or something simple. I've got the advantage of having learned a few languages since childhood at home and at school.

I have spotted that some people who like to add dialogue in a different language just used Google translate which is hilarious, especially when the translation is wrong or makes no sense.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sonic The Hedgehog...

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

It's got to be Connecting Everything (Connecting To Everywhere)! It is the story I've always wanted to write and I just love horror and supernatural. I've always wanted to read an ML horror fic where lovesquare are still miraculous weilders and everything is pretty much the same except they've gotta deal with ghosts and demons too hahaha. It is my least popular ML fic unfortunately and I do hope I can reel in more readers! It is still ongoing and ch2 is a work in progress.

Thanks again for the tag, Magical!

I tag @gale-gentlepenguin , @seas-of-silver , @lalunaoscura , @ladyofthenoodle , @theflashdriver and everyone else who wants to do it! No pressure!

[sebdoeswords]

Hi! Sorry, don't want to sound insistent, but I'm just wondering if it's worth waiting for the continuation of All of his colours in the near future? Like a maniac, I go to ao3 every day and check if there is anything new😅 In any case, I hope that everything is fine in your life or will be fine soon. Sometimes we all need a rest and I hope it really gets easier for you ❤️

Well, whether it's "worth" waiting for is up to you, I guess, but since the fic is literally already completely written (except one chapter), I'd be an idiot to just abandon it. I love this series, I love The Knife in His Coffin, and I want to let readers see it finished.

That said, I've only been "gone" for a little over a month. A lot of fic authors don't even post in that time. I've been writing and posting non-stop for over three years. Sure, in 2020 and 2021 I didn't have a schedule, and I didn't post consistently, but I was writing. I started my biggest witcher fic, To Pluck Wild Mountain Thyme, in February of 2020. That's two YEARS before I ever started posting it. Every single fic on my Ao3 was started after To Pluck Wild Mountain Thyme. It is 400,000 words long. I worked on it almost every day for that timespan. I am exhausted. i am burnt out. Let me rest for just a single month.

So yeah, rant over. The fic will continue. If you're subscribed to it you'll be notified. I'll post about it on tumblr too. In the meantime, I've got lots of other geralt/roche fics you can check out. And even more for other ships. Maybe try one, idk. Reread The Knife in His Coffin. Go wild.

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

i just stumbled across far from my eyes and holy shit??? one of the most beautiful fics i’ve read in a WHILE. perfectly captures the clumsy and beautiful connection that occurs between friends all too often and how naturally those people fit into each other’s lives. i love when writing feels quiet. like when i read that the voice in my head was whispering as to not disturb this precious moment between two characters. i have so many wonderful things to say about your writing but i don’t know how to put it all into words. that fic made me forget i was reading. i hope you continue the series because i feel like writing like yours is hard to come across in any fandom AND in published writing.

hi sweet anon! (so sorry for not responding sooner, i've been super busy these past few days but every time i thought of your ask i'd get giddy inside)

thank you, thank you, thank you! writing is hard, and it sends me over the moon when readers let me know that the effect i wanted to achieve was achieved, especially with 'far from my eyes' because that was exactly what i wanted, those awkward and fumbling little steps of young love even if javi and the reader both knew each other for so long

and that idea of whispering?? i never thought about it like that and i've always struggled in trying to find how exactly to articulate the action and my thoughts in my writing without intruding on the scene or the flow of the words but not rambling on and on for hours at a time, now that i have a name to it, i'll definitely know what to be looking for when i keep writing

as for 'Don't Tell Me', i do plan on continuing it for sure but i first really do need to finish my finals for this semester as well as Narcos s3 (lol typical me to write for a show i haven't finished), and i have ideas for two marc spector series as well as a dieter bravo series, so it's merely a matter of me buckling down to write these four

i do have another javi oneshot (that i may or may not be extending into a little oneshot universe) right: here

and since i want to spread the love, i do think that your ask could just as well apply to these fanfic writers on tumblr, since i really do look up to them and their writing styles are ones i think heavily influence mine:

@softlyspector - the absolute gold tier standard of writing, she's got some great Joel and Din stuff, and i quite literally throw myself of cliffs for her writing and characterization (especially of the moon knight system, i still need to get around to reading Tales Untold and giving it the full reblogs it deserves)

@pennyserenade - i consider miranda as the javi p expert, in terms of just helping me dive into characters and motivations, she's absolutely amazing (there's a reason she's studying this stuff and it shows) extremely talented, i would die to have 'scenes from a marriage' series with javi p in a published, bound book

@mourningbirds1 - 'don't look and it won't hurt' is just *mwah* i can't even articulate my thoughts about how much i enjoy this series (and hopefully you'll see how much i really do love her story sometime soon) (also the sweetest person around, ok?)

as for published authors i read and look up to (in the same levels as the writers and the works i mentioned above: Sally Rooney, Margaret Atwood, John Steinbeck, Seamus Heaney, Samuel Beckett

and if i could name 'a swift pure cry' by Siobhan Dowd as well

anways nonnie sorry if this was rambly and just grammatically horrendous and not the answer you were looking for, but i wanted to let you know ab how warm and fuzzy this made me feel and extend that feeling to the lovely souls here as well and give you a little sneak peak into my future plans

[bl00dst41ned]

i'll just answer them all (inspo from @louvrepool)

it literally took me a week to answer them all

🎱 ⇢ i don't use AO3 

🍓 ⇢ started writing jobe fics because there was almost no content

🌵 ⇢ my playlist of uk female artists

🕯️ ⇢ 1, i don't really care for them

🛼 ⇢ 🕳️🕳️🕳️🕳️🕳️ (that's because i have no wips)

🥑 ⇢ none, they're too good

🥤 ⇢ @louvrepool i don't really have time to read anything on here anymore (school + not having tumblr on my phone anymore) but her fics are so beautiful, the layout is great so for a good read (mostly f1 fanfics) go ahead

💌 ⇢ more than 99

🌻 ⇢ @luvvtrent @louvrepool and @barcagirly i love them i wanna be besties with them

🐇 ⇢ original characters. i can't imagine myself in reader inserts, just a girl named y/n. i'm too aware

🧃 ⇢ guys, i don't get the whole "personal lore" concept and urban dictionary won't help me😔😔

🎲 ⇢ school. just school.

🍄 ⇢ asking for way too much

🧸 ⇢ to follow me back and to just interact. sending private messages also helps build a bond.

🪐 ⇢ my sleep schedule is fine, my work schedule also (says in having to prepare a ten-minute oral presentation for the next day), i can listen to music

📚 ⇢ a list of projects i want to realize in my life

🍬 ⇢ the fact that some people love jess in gilmore girls is not understandable because there's so much to hate about him (i should probably finish the series first but anyway)

🔪 ⇢ nothing weird honestly

🦷 ⇢ you're only granted one chance in life, make sure you have fun

❄️ ⇢ just a wemby fic honestly

🌿 ⇢ YOU give me some advice. also don't force yourself

🥐 ⇢ "ça tire leïla ça tire" french snapchat is so goated

🏜️ ⇢ "part 2" i think is cool and just saying you love my work

🍦 ⇢ i just can't.

🥝 ⇢ i tend to lie which is bad but just because idk how to bear the responsibilities of my actions *smiles in immature*. can't remember my last lie

🦋 ⇢ i feel like i really need to build a new friendship, a deep connection with someone who shares the same interests as me

🦴 ⇢ music and movies. i am pretty good at creating fake scenarios so one single lyric can make me imagine a world.

🍅 ⇢ write less as you speak. use a more literary vocabular maybe you'll feel better about it.

🐚 ⇢ i do like surprises if they're good

🪲 ⇢ i have no wip, lol *laughs in unanswered requests*

☁️ ⇢ the song "shirt" by sza (bloodstain on my shirt -> bl00dst41ned)

🐝 ⇢ @ihe4rtisa she was the first one to notice my jobe fics and was there for each of them so i love her, @louvrepool she interacted with me all of a sudden and i would see her all the time liking my shitty posts and i love her for that, it made me feel loved, also zowa used to interact with my posts and work all the time and is one of the closest mutual i have even though she's not on here anymore

🌸 ⇢ no, my parents don't want any

🎨 ⇢ never had fan art.

🧩 ⇢ if the layout is too simple. the experience feels different when the story is not "nicely" presented

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats  🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?  🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? 🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate 🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately  🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing 🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them 🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

[ode2rin]

hi hi mimi! i missed you too! school started for me and it’s my last year of high school, so i’ve been out of it lol. i did a summer program at a local college so i didn’t even get like a full break 💔💔 it’s been boring since all my classes are just electives to graduate. and tests for college because i didn’t do them previously because of procrastination. i’m out here fixing my wrongs at the last minute 😭😭 OH and i started at a new school so i’m trying to make friends, but everyone thinks i’m fourteen and not seventeen 😔 baby face 👎👎

enough about my life, sorry for blabbing about that

i’ve been reading a lot of your stuff but i haven’t been able to write a paragraph like usual 😞😞 i’ve started some but i’ll summarize my thoughts.

that sae fic? YUMMY, DELICIOUS, SOME OTHER ADJECTIVES THAT I CANT THINK OF. that little carrd that you attached? i’m under your bed as we speak. /jk also sae being your first 5k fic? i KNEW you were an ITOSHI KISSER! stop the sae censorship! no more s*e!

that rin fic too? i love anxious rin headcanons where he doesn’t know how to act with a partner. something about emotionally constipated rin who overthinks, just does it for me. just RAHH. MWAH MWAH MWAH 💋

I already told you how my reo fics make me feel, but 💞💗 reo💞💗. like reo is just that guy, if someone doesn’t like reo they’re a red flag. i’m tired of seeing my baby cry in episode nagi.

i hope you have a wonderful day mimi! xoxo

(🏹)

i promise to drop by more often after my month of vanishing!! TRUST 🤞🤞

HELLO MY LOVELY 🏹 (everyone come greet 🏹) i missed you MORE (don't fight me on it i've been told i'm insufferable) ooooh last year of highschool !! that's so exciting for you (and also scary i'm sure :P) you had a productive summer break (is it even a break ToT) i see !! good for u, i've been dilly dallying around and writing delusions here and there 😼 oh no procrastination is really hard to combat pls i'm def not an expert on that :< but you're fixing it now and that matters more!! good luck at making new friends (i suck on that :P) !! can't say i relate w the baby face btw, i'm often mistaken to be fifteen because of my height and actual fifteen yr olds are even taller than me 🥲

tell me more abt you some other time !!!!! 😼

you don't need to drop by everytimeeeeee i know life can be busy sometimes !! i'm happy to have you anytime as long as it's you 🫵🏻 i look forward to anything you have for me (❁´◡`❁)

that sae fic pls. that thing was almost 4 months in the making because i'm literally like this > (._.) when i write a sentence in that fic. like no thoughts, head def empty. got sick of it one day and said, fuck it let's finish it. PLS I'M NEVER BEATING THESE SAE ENJOYER ALLEGATIONS if you can't beat them, join them so i'm now an itoshi k-k-kisser (it's so hard to admit) BUT STILL RIN >>>>>>>>>

SPEAKING OF RIN everyone misses him T^T most definitely i do !!!! i've been channelling these missing hours of him into writing. i'll be the most annoying person here on tumblr once we see him back in the manga i swear. YOU'RE SO RIGHT anxious lover rin >>>> the babygirl of all babygirls !!! 🗣️

💞💗 REO 💞💗 i've been enjoying writing reo drabbles these days. generally, just any trope i think of and any loser boy tendencies that i have: I WRITE ABOUT HIM he makes me unwell 🤺 i avoid that crying pic of him anywhere i swear, my mind automatically filters the sight of it to cope xD

I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY and life is treating you well as it should !!!!

and good luck to your last year of hs !!! you'll ace that trust me all i speak is truth 🫂

see you around ! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)