#pleasepleasePLEASE READ THE FANFIC

[shititsarobyn]

When your crush is too busy being gay abt ur wife and ends up falling into a lake so you gotta save her

Anyways so I’ve been reading this fanfic and I need more pleasepleaseplease :3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/56826652/chapters/153956083

[osunism]

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noun [📿] par·​al·​lax ˈper-ə-ˌlaks ˈpa-rə- 1. the apparent displacement or the difference in apparent direction of an object as seen from two different points not on a straight line with the object. especially: the angular difference in direction of a celestial body as measured from two points on the earth's orbit.

Nadja Hikmat, an immortal warrior tasked by Heaven itself to hunt Ryōmen Sukuna, falls in love with the sorcerer instead. From that fateful meeting, a ripple of unforeseen changes echos across the sea of time.

Beast of No Nation [♡] [⭑] [♤] – One night, the King of Curses took an over-curious fugitive of heaven to task. Over the course that night, and the many that followed, she found herself continuously drawn to the jujutsu world. [☯] [📿] ⛩️⚔️ || 🧿👹

If [♡] [⭑] [♤] – One night, Satoru meets a woman with strange tattoos who sears a place on his mind and memory. Who is she? [☯] [📿] 🧿👹

Crystalline [⭑]– The night Itadori Yuji takes in Sukuna’s Finger, Satoru sees Sukuna’s cursed energy erupt in Roppongi and finds a familiar face at its epicenter. [🔏] [☯] [📿] 🧿👹

We Might Even Be Fallin' In Love [♡] [⭑] [♤] – The miracle of existence bridges the infinity between them. [☯] [📿] 🧿👹

Daughter of Disgrace [♡] [⭑] [♤] – In the aftermath of Satoru Gojo’s sealing, Sundari must choose rebellion in order to free him. Lucky for them both, rebellion has always been her preferred modus operandi. [☯] [📿] ⛩️⚔️ || 🧿👹

The Godslayer Project [♡] [⭑] [♤] - Coming soon...

The universe conspires to keep one pair's love kept safe. Nadja and Sukuna walk Samsāra, no matter the form, recognizing one another's souls everywhere they meet. Here is how their meeting ripples across the multiverse. [Or: I am in love with these two and here are some AUs I'm cooking up.]

Highball [♡] [⭑] [♤] - The price of peace has a cost. The scales must balance eventually. [Yakuza/Found Family AU]

noun [🔮] 1. the feeling one has on realizing that every other individual one sees has a life as full and real as one’s own, in which they are the central character and others, including oneself, have secondary or insignificant roles: In a state of sonder, each of us is at once a hero, a supporting cast member, and an extra in overlapping stories.

A collection of fics in my sprawling JJK multiverse featuring various protagonists, including the Reader!

The Unforgiving Roads That Lead to You [♡] [♤] – Roxanne Abaza, the only foreign-born special grade sorcerer in existence, is called to assist with the wrangling and exorcism of Ryōmen Sukuna. What ensues is more than she bargained for. [☥]

Halfsleeper [♡] [⭑] [♤] – A young widowed sorceress seeks protection under the aegis of the Honored One, but he has a better idea for keeping her out of the clutches of her dangerous clan. [∞] 🧿🧜🏾‍♀️

Unsanctioned [♡] [⭑] [♤] – Bodyguard/Yakuza AU. Toji Fushiguro, who is in disgrace after having an affair with his boss’ now ex-wife, is now tasked with protecting her as the mercurial grounds of Tokyo’s Underworld begin to shift into uncertainty, putting the entire syndicate and anyone associated with them in peril. [∞] ⛓️👸🏾

Before It's Gone [♡] [⭑] – Toji’s been darkening your doorway for a while and is only now realizing what you already knew. [☯] [🔮] ⛓️👩🏿‍🦱

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🎧 [ fugitive of heaven ] [☮︎]– Nadja Hikmat's playlist. Like her immortal life, this playlist has been curated across decades, evoking imagery of a wild, twisting sojourn through many eras. 🐍

🎧 [ godslayer principle ] [☮︎] – Sundari Hikmat's playlist. Expect atmospheric haunting, psytrance, hard techno, some house, R&B, trap, and strange chanting. 🔱

🎧 [ ritual + bone ] [☮︎] – Roxanne Abaza’s playlist. Witchy, just like our girl likes it.

🎧 [ highball ] [☮︎] – The soundtrack for my Parallax AU: Highball.

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[siren-serenity]

silly rant about sub! eddie brock and sub! venom thanks to @pastelclovds

siren puts her hands together, rubbing them evilly before clicking a button and showing the slides to eager/uneager watchers.

"okay," she pushes a lock of hair behind a ear. "i simply do not understand why is eddie dominating in so many fanfics? especially,"

her eyes glinted. "smut."

siren lays back in her chair before resuming her passionate speech.

"if you watch the movies, it's pretty clear that eddie brock is emotionally starved and also touchstarved. he is constantly shrunk into himself and just look at the state of his house! man needs someone who can take care of him because he is going down a very self-torturing path."

she looks away, coughing out a suspicious sounding 'me, i volunteer!' before rambling.

"and whenever eddie is trying to gain attention, even though he runs a news report-thingy (i forgot the specific term), he's not really confident and is actually quite shy. other than the times when his emotions get the better of him, he's quite withdrawn and doesn't have much friends other than Ms. Chen."

She clicks the button, moving to the next slide: Smut

"If we consider all these emotional factors, then why do people think he will dominate in bed?"

Siren's eyes are widened in genuine curiousity.

"Because it seems to me that he is more likely to bottom and maybe has a praise kink. Eddie's more likely to be begging with tears in his eyes, pleading with you to 'handle the situation down there, pleasepleaseplease!' than to actually make the move," she looks away, humming something about "can't wait to dom him so bad" before continuing. "The poor man probably has never received a compliment in his entire life with his shy, demure personality. Maybe once or twice for his news channel but about him? In my opinion, probably not."

"Moving on! Venom!" She clicks.

"Venom, in his natural state, probably is a switch," Siren holds a hand. "Let me explain!"

"Back in his planet, he mentions how he is the rut of the pack and is always the weaker one. Therefore, it's safe to assume that he was considered the omega and was bullied by the other symbiotes. But! When he came to Earth, he is now one of the strongest, so it might change the dynamics slightly."

Siren claps her hands together. "In the face of a strong, assertive dom, he will sub. Especially in during the heat cycle! His instincts of always being the weaker one will probably take over (considering how often it happened, it might be engraved in his head) and he will willingly beg for release with loud groans emitted, rumbling the walls."

"Maybe he might be a sub but topping sometimes?" She shrugged. "I mean, a couple of rounds would tire anyone, but considering that Venom is an alien, he could go for a couple more. So his urge to dom over a human might take over and would top and ride you while you lay on your back, groaning and moaning all the time."

Siren moved to switch off the projector before grinning. "Considering everything, I would just like to mention THAT THERE SHOULD BE MORE SUB! EDDIE AND SUB! VENOM CONTENT!"

She bangs her fist on the table. "I have exams, so I only have time to read. So! Write! Relax, no one will kill you for it (tumblr has plently of monsterfuckers-). If so! I! Will! Fight! For! You!!"

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about giving Shanks a weird obsession/ Pavlovian response to lipstick of all things. I’m imagining Buggy as a teen practicing his first stage makeup and going trough the motions, glitter, eyeshadow, liner, spending ages getting the crossbones right. He’s not quite satisfied with his first try of lipstick and wipes it off before he even finishes his upper lip. Shanks teases him from his bunk, Buggy’s been looting the kitchen for cooking oil, since that’s the easiest makeup remover he can acquire, for weeks now, but the other boy is on a mission and he’s so close to figure out his first perfectly flashy look, so he’s uncharacteristically hard to rile up today. He goes trough the motions again, liner, lipstick, swabbing of a bit of excess color with a paper towel. It’s hypnotic to Shanks for some reason he can’t quite explain yet. He watches as his friend pops his lips once, twice, sticks his thumb in his mouth. „What was that last part for?“ „Getting it off my teeth.“ Buggy turns, lips bright red and white teeth flashing him a ferocious grin. "What do you think?" Shanks thinks he will never get sick of watching Buggy try out every color under the sun on his face. That hes like a Parrot, loud and colorful and just as silly and ridiculous and pretty. That he wants to taste greasepaint and kiss that pretty shade of red off of Buggys face himself. "Flashy!" is what he answers instead with a thumbs up.

Years later Shanks still thinks the act of putting on makeup is mesmerizing, catches a look of a young woman lining her lip with a compact mirror and stares for a second. It’s awkward, always having to excuse himself later, because of course this reads to everyone around him as flirting, but it would be cruel to make someone hope for something like this. It’s not like it’s their fault after all. The color might be right but it’s never the right person.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha I am so normal about them hahahahahahahaha

Thinking about Shanks always remembering how much he wanted to kiss Buggy that day and how close he had been to doing it,,, If I can make it gayer and angstier please because I can't stop thinking about this,,, Can I,,, Can I use this for a fanfic,,,, Can I please,,, I will beg if you want to pleasepleaseplease can I,, Can I write a fanfic,,, About this,,, Anon pleas-

[sjweminem]

please god pleasepleaseplease never ever make me run into anybody i went to high school with. we are all in our 30s and that is soooo scary also i have the displeasure of knowing so many of them are like married and having kids and in stable careers. i mean shit Joe Keery From Art Class is. doing his thing out there. i have been drinking white claw and reading peter strahm/reader fanfics in my bedroom and going grayer and grayer for what feels like 10 years now. please god i am begging you

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/733548905560686592/pet-peeve-though-not-a-fandom-one-hydration?source=share

"Does it touch a nerve that some phones have built in screentime trackers?" Yes.

If such an app is installed and on by default, that tells me the manufacturer wants to be seen to be proactive(tm) and caring(tm) and pleasepleaseplease think we're one of the good guy capitalists and buy our Product so we can advertise to you more (and there's probably a hidden setting that lets them track my screentime, too).

If it's a preinstalled app but doesn't turn itself on by default, I'd just uninstall it like I would any other bloatware with no strong feelings either way.

If it's a diagnostic setting in the debug features that doesn't judge you for how much time you spend reading fanfic and doesn't send your data anywhere, then it's just a feature that I have no need for.

--

[thedeakyamp]

Regarding my last post, here are

Acceptable Captain names that aren’t Ted/Teddy + explanations

- Edward (we can still get Teddy and I acc prefer this to Theodore I just use Theo for fanfic purposes)

- Roger ( I read a fanfic once and I thought it was kinda fun)

- John (LIKE JOHN DOE IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS BUT PLEASE ITS SUCH A GOOD PUN THEY CANT MISS IT)

- Richard (can be shortened to Dick)

- Gaylord (PLEASE I HAD A GREAT UNCLE GAYLORD ITS A REAL NAME PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

- Maurice (I know we couldn’t bcause of pat’s Maurice but literally I’d literally die)

- William ( it could work cause we might’ve misinterpreted the letter like Havers already gave it to him and he was going to respond in person + can be shorted to Willie)

That’s it thank you xx

[fftxt]

I have only one (1) request from haikyuu fandom: please, let’s learn from the attack on titan fandom and let’s not harass fanfic writers to the point, when they have to delete their social media accounts. that 7 minutes in heaven erenxreader fic had so much potential but thanks to the bullying the author received, they had to delete the fic from every platform.

I really want to read deciphered but I have to wait till i’m finished with my exams and assignments. so pleasepleaseplease, do. not. harass. and. bully. fanfic. writers.

[yuckydraws]

For the fanfic reader ask game:

#10 pleasepleaseplease I absolutely cannot get enough of underused tropes

10. What is a trope that you think is under-utilized in your fandom?

Hmmm… honestly this fandom is pretty tropey when it comes to common headcannons and fic trends like the harem fics. But I guess a trope that I haven’t seen a lot of in fics for this fandom is “There was only one bed 😟”. I’ve only read two or three fics with that in it. Though, that’s been done to death in other fandoms. Another one is fake dating. There’s a few really good fics with this trope, but not very many that I’ve found.

Ask prompt list here

[damnedtoearthnothell]

if anyone needs a ten reasons to read my NFL fanfics here they are, by me:

1. You can send them to annoying misogynistic men and make them realize that there is gay fanfic about their favorite athletes

2. i love my fic tags and im gonna make them EVERYBODY’S problem

3. no one has died in any of them yet

4. you get to learn knowledge about a sports team you probably do not care about

5. There is probably mentions of puppies in them

6. you get to read me rant™ about the Kansas City Chiefs

7. I’m a terrible writer but I’m sometimes kinda funny haha

8. I crave validation

9. I either update 12 times in a week or once in a month. have fun.

10. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE IM BEGGING

okay thanks bye

[kanene-yaaay]

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

- Émile ~

 He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

 (He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

 - Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

 Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

 Silence.

 Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

 - But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

 - Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

 - Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

  – Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

 - Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

 - REMY!!

 - What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

 Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

 Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

 And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

 He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

 - I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

 - ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

 - Excuse you?

 - Nuh.

 - I beg your heck pardon?

 - No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

 - Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

 - Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

 - Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

 …Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

 - Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

 - OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

 - Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

 - ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

 Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

 - Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

 - Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

 He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

 Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

 - You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

 - Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

 - I’m listening. ~

 - No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

 - No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

 - No! No!

 - A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

 - nO.

 - No? But what about the ‘yes’?

 - Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

 - Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

 - Yes!

 - A yes? Okay!

 Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

 It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

 - You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

 - I love you.

 Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

 - I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

 - Uh huh.

 - What? It’s the truth!

 - Sure it is, dear.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 Their heart did, beating in unison.

[jungshookz]

Hey im sorry for suddenly messaging you like this. My name is ais. Im an indonesian studying in japan! Im sorry this is so weird and awkward. I always want to send you something but i ALWAYS forgot??

Im so sorry that i havent reply anything to your works but i really really really love them.

You seriously have no idea how much i love your works and how your stories help me a lot. I just always feel so happy and calm reading them so lets just say you are helping me doing my life easier. Thank you so much for those fanfics and im so sorry that i enjoyed them without paying or giving you anything:(

There must be some people saying bad stuffs or just making you uncomfortable in general. But i love them????? A lot of other people love them??? And thats what matter the most!! Sure we couldnt just ignored people who talk bad about us just like that because we are human. But thats fine. Just read them then let go!! Just like how i told you your fanfics helps me a lot, there must be tons of other people who are feeling the same thing as me. They must be so thankful of you as well.

Im so sorry this is becoming so long but pleasepleaseplease believe me that you have no idea how much i love your works to the point i cant explain it with words!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for everything and im sorry that i couldnt give you anything in return:( just like ive told you, im living abroad alone so i need to manage my life properly:(

Good luck baby thank you so much!!!! I love you!!! Im sorry this gotten so long but still i love you thankyou!!!!!

[minniepetals]

Hey im sorry for suddenly messaging you like this. My name is ais. Im an indonesian studying in japan! Im sorry this is so weird and awkward. I always want to send you something but i ALWAYS forgot??

Im so sorry that i havent reply anything to your works but i really really really love them.

You seriously have no idea how much i love your works and how your stories help me a lot. I just always feel so happy and calm reading them so lets just say you are helping me doing my life easier. Thank you so much for those fanfics and im so sorry that i enjoyed them without paying or giving you anything:(

There must be some people saying bad stuffs or just making you uncomfortable in general. But i love them????? A lot of other people love them??? And thats what matter the most!! Sure we couldnt just ignored people who talk bad about us just like that because we are human. But thats fine. Just read them then let go!! Just like how i told you your fanfics helps me a lot, there must be tons of other people who are feeling the same thing as me. They must be so thankful of you as well.

Im so sorry this is becoming so long but pleasepleaseplease believe me that you have no idea how much i love your works to the point i cant explain it with words!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for everything and im sorry that i couldnt give you anything in return:( just like ive told you, im living abroad alone so i need to manage my life properly:(

Good luck baby thank you so much!!!! I love you!!! Im sorry this gotten so long but still i love you thankyou!!!!!

(reply in the tags)

[shakasa]

Looking for a specific Deisaku fanfic

Hoping someone will be able to help me! I've been looking for this fic for years now but haven't been able to find it. I read it on fanfiction.net and I wish that I saved it because I remember loving it so much!

If I recall, the main ship was Deisaku. This is really vague but the main characters were Deidara, Sakura, and Kisame. I think they were travelling or lost or something and trying to find their way back home? I remember a few scenes of the three of them on a boat and being so poor that they all shared like a single toothbrush or something. In the end, Kisame ends up leaving and moving away alone while Deidara and Sakura stay together because he didn't want to intrude on them anymore?

Sorry, I know it's extremely vague but that's honestly all I can remember! Besides like bawling my eyes out at the end when Kisame left. If anyone can recall this fanfic, pleasepleaseplease let me know!

[hopevalley]

Two Years, a WCtH Fanfic

Words: 3,564 Summary: AJ returns to Hope Valley after her prison sentence. Characters: AJ, mention of Bill, and Nathan Rating: T Warnings: Implications of an early 1900s woman serving a prison sentence.

This is my “PLEASE PUT AJ BACK INTO THE SHOW PLEASE LET HER BE IN SEASON SEVEN PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE” fanfic. If S7 puts her back I won’t need to update this! But uh, if they don’t...I will be obligated to add to it.

The title above is the link to the story on AO3. If you read it please leave a comment, that’d be awesome!

Also, I didn’t put Nathan under the character tag because even though he has speaking lines, I’d be pretty annoyed to find him listed if I was looking for ‘fic about him. :)

[x688plsloveme]

Question for Fanfic writer: 1, 12, 17 please

1 what inspires me

If we're talking about writing specifically, then it's playing video games and wanting more, or getting really into a ship. There's also certain music that will put me in certain moods. At the end of anything sickly sweet and soft that I write, I'll usually tell iat the end what I was listening to, and it's always really calm, pretty music. On the other hand, I'll listen to heavy rap when I wanna write more intense stuff.

12 Favourite place to write

My bed, Laning against my giant teddy bear, with hot chocolate and listening to music.

17 Favourite au to write

I really like this question ngl. I mostly read canon complainant aus, but no matter what, if I see anything mobster themed I'll click on it. (as long as there's no major character death I'm sensitive no thanks) so yee. Mobster AU is my favorite to write. I haven't written a mobster thing for any fallout game yet, but pleasepleaseplease send in an ask cause that sounds really fun. (Preferably with a pairing cause I'm weak for the tough mobster boss going weak around a sweet, bumbling, sunshine sweetheart)