#sleepless in la

[satashiiwrites]

Sleepless in LA

being chaotic tonight and choosing to re-edit/rewrite sections of an old fic instead of ya, know, working on a new one. Only the first chapter edit is posted thus far (just replacing chapters as I go)

Title: Sleepless in LA, Chapter 1: March

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Endgame Buddie, assume all other canon ships may make an appearance or not. Lena Bosco/Lucy Donato

Fic summary: Navigating the aftermath of Shannon’s death, Eddie never thought he’d be a widower by age thirty-two and raising a kid on his own without any help. When Christopher calls into one of those late-night talk radio shows asking how to help his Dad, Eddie realizes that he needs to try and move on for Christopher’s sake, so he reluctantly starts dating what everyone tells him is the perfect woman for someone like him. It turns out Christopher, and he have much different ideas of just who they need. Buck has had a terrible year.  His physical injuries from the truck bombing were bad enough but having Ali leave him seems like a sign from the universe that he’s always meant to be alone. Listening to the radio at night, he hears the most adorable kid ever talking about how his Dad is sad and needs a new partner—LA kids are pretty progressive, and this Christopher kid isn’t particular if his Dad ends up with a woman or a man. It almost gives him hope, but who would want to date a firefighter who can’t help anyone? A chance encounter on a pier, a tsunami, and a promise to meet up at the Griffith Park Observatory on Valentine’s Day brings together two soulmates who, in another life, would have met very differently.

Tags/warnings: slow burn, semi-fusion/mashup of Sleepless in Seattle and An Affair to Remember. Romance. Eddie makes poor decisions ™️. Alternative universe. Tsunami-era.

They bury Shannon on a Tuesday. She’d died the previous Thursday. 

Everything has moved at lightning speed since then, except when time slowed to a painful crawl designed to hold Eddie in this new hell he finds himself in. His parents had arrived Saturday, and his mother has a comment about every little detail, like an unfixable leaky faucet. 

Drip. 

How could Shannon leave him again?

Drip. 

Well, Helena says, Shannon had abandoned Eddie and Christopher first, and this was just a pattern of bad behavior.

Drip. 

It is terrible that all of Shannon’s family is dead and won’t be at the funeral to mourn her. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

His mother’s words are a continuous, poisonous litany that makes Eddie want to scream in rage at the world until everything stops hurting. 

Read chapter 1 here on AO3

[fuddlyduddly]

some Hundreds Of Beavers parody posters that made me lose my mind

[lamaracuchaquecuenta]

Cuando te sientes atraído por alguien, significa que tu subconsciente se siente atraído por su subconsciente, de manera subconsciente. Por lo tanto, lo que consideramos el destino no es más que dos neuróticos que saben que son la pareja perfecta.

Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

[virfujiwara]

Me, who was taught not to whistle at night (lest something whistles back) watching them whistle for the devil dog: 👁️👄👁️

[satashiiwrites]

@monsterrae1, could it be my fic, Sleepless in LA??

Hiiii Rae 💕💕💕💕

I am looking for a fic and I was wondering if you could help me find it.

It’s a fic where Buck is a late night radio show host and Christopher calls in one night about Eddie

Thanks in advance for any help!

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn! I know of one where buck listens to a radio show where Chris calls about his dad being single and needing a partner after Shannon dies but idk if that’s the one ??

Anyone knows this one ?

[its-to-the-death]

Glasses Swag Sequel Preliminary Round #16

Only one will make it into the bracket!

[birb-catto]

Spoiler Warning: Meaning of the Name Yudrain

Yudrain roughly translates to "the beginning and the end," which can be interpreted as "forever."

Kishiar is an Alpha (first letter of the Greek alphabet; the beginning)

Yuder is an Omega (last letter of the Greek alphabet; the end)

If there is no Kishiar who gave Yuder a new name in the beginning, then there is no Yuder who harbors feelings for him and decides to save him in the end.

The beginning and the end.

Just like how two halves make a whole, how two ends of a thread make a circle, two people are needed to make the word "forever" meaningful.

Take what you will of this.

[satashiiwrites]

Sleepless in LA, chapter 14: Epilogue: Coming Home **FIC IS COMPLETE**

Title: Sleepless in LA: Chapter 14/Epilogue: Coming Home

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Endgame Buddie but mentions of other canon pairings, Lena/Lucy

Fic summary:

Navigating the aftermath of Shannon’s death, Eddie never thought he’d be a widower by age thirty-two and raising a kid on his own without any help. When Christopher calls into one of those late-night talk radio shows asking how to help his Dad, Eddie realizes that he needs to try and move on for Christopher’s sake, so he reluctantly starts dating what everyone tells him is the perfect woman for someone like him.

It turns out Christopher, and he have much different ideas of just who they need.

Buck has had a terrible year.  His physical injuries from the truck bombing were bad enough but having Ali leave him seems like a sign from the universe that he’s always meant to be alone. Listening to the radio at night, he hears the most adorable kid ever talking about how his Dad is sad and needs a new partner—LA kids are pretty progressive, and this Christopher kid isn’t particular if his Dad ends up with a woman or a man. It almost gives him hope, but who would want to date a firefighter who can’t help anyone?

A chance encounter on a pier, a tsunami, and a promise to meet up at the Griffith Park Observatory on Valentine’s Day brings together two soulmates who, in another life, would have met very differently.

Tags/warnings: this chapter description of canon-level medical calls, schmoopy rom-com sex, alternative first meetings, Eddie joins the 136, grief/mourning, tsunami/truck bombing era, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure and a rascal, heavily inspired by An Affair to Remember and Sleepless in Seattle.

Read Epilogue here on AO3

[direwombat]

⏳ - favorite time of day + deputy sybille la roux | requested by @adelaidedrubman + @deputyash

NIGHT TIME

“Yeah, I never sleep much. An hour, maybe two. It's enough. When it's like this... that's when I can think. I get my best ideas when everybody else is asleep. Some people, they call it a curse. I like it.” -- LALO SALAMANCA, BETTER CALL SAUL S5E10.

[ashleybelmont]

[virfujiwara]

Sherlock Fink and the bride, how about it?

[jules-and-company]

you see and perceive the truth

I need sleep. You need sleep.

Join Starfleet and take many involuntary naps.

[soupuurr]

𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 - matthew sturniolo

pairing. softdom!matt x sub!reader

genre. angst, smut

⟶ content warnings. explicit content, angst (no happy ending), oral, unprotected sex, creampie. MDNI

⟶ summary. you once thought that you and matt were destined to be together, so leaving to pursue your dreams didn't concern you. because you would always find each other in the end, right?

⟶ note: i suggest listening to white ferrari while reading this. (or any other sad song if frank ocean is not your vibe) enjoy my pooks, i nearly cried way too many times writing this.

never say goodbye pt. 2

your heart raced as you reread the illuminated words—once, twice, three times.

you couldn't believe it. the job opportunity you've dreamed of since childhood was right there, displayed on the bright screen in front of you.

for a instant, it felt like time stood still, the world around you fading into a blur as your attention fixated solely on the computer screen.

this was it. every ounce of effort, every sleepless night, and every midnight coffee run had led to this one, singular moment.

"you did it!" your boyfriend shrieked beside you, shaking your shoulders to snap you out of your trance.

matt pulled you into a hug, his comforting cologne engulfing your senses as you melted into his embrace. tears of happiness welled in your eyes while he tenderly cradled the back of your head in his hand.

“i’m so proud of you, baby.” he whispered before pressing his lips against the top of your head—drawing you infinitely close to him.

both of you stood at your kitchen island, intertwined intimately like the moon and the stars as your bodies bathed in the comforting glow of the hanging lights.

matt knew how much this meant to you, frequently bringing food and keeping you company in your studio as you diligently updated your portfolio. and he knew you deserved it more than anyone else.

“i love you so much, matt.” you sniffled into his chest. matt gently withdrew to gaze into your eyes, his own glimmering with pride.

“let’s go celebrate, yeah?” his bright blue orbs flicked between yours. you smiled, nodding as matt’s thumb gingerly brushed away your tears.

matt turned over his shoulder, linking his arm with yours while unhooking his keys from the carabiner dangling from his belt loop.

you nestled your head against him, humming in contentment before giving his bicep a tight squeeze.

“ow kid, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” he giggled, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

your footsteps echoed beneath the moonlit sky as matt swung open the van door, gesturing for you to enter.

you knew exactly where matt was going to take you—your special lookout, tucked away behind the trees and reserved for the two of you.

and so you sat in the wilderness, bickering like an old couple and playfully tossing fries at each other as you just talked. about life, about your future family, and everything in between.

a tiny pang tugged at the back of your mind, knowing that you’d have to leave this life behind for now. but it’ll all work out right?

you set aside the thought; all that mattered now was spending time with the people you loved.

you cherished every second you spent in this tiny town, not allowing any of the time to slip through your fingers. there was never a single moment of worry because you knew that matt would always have your back.

it would all work out just how you planned.

it didn’t strike you until you held one another the night before your flight, crying in each others arms while the soft pitter-patter of the rain drummed against matt’s car.

it was too good to be true.

matt would inevitably have to leave for LA with his brothers to pursue his youtube career, while you were destined to move to the other side of the country. you were both going to be occupied with your own lives, and that's simply how it was meant to be.

you both decided it was best to call it off that night.

“you know i’ll always love you.” matt mumbled into your ear, voice breaking as he gently stroked your hair.

you sobbed against him, clutching his hoodie tightly between your fingertips as if he might vanish into thin air. matt shushed you while his fingers tenderly brushed under your jaw.

he lifted your chin, gazing into your eyes with a mix of sadness and guilt. he promised to be there for you no matter what, and now he was leaving this behind.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispered—warm breath caressing your pink lips. matt furrowed his eyebrows, thickly swallowing before gently pressing his lips against yours. an innocent kiss that he wanted to savor.

you melted into his touch as he pulled you onto his lap. he hooked his arms around you while you cupped his cheek, deepening the kiss. your lips, wet with tears, danced beautifully together.

matt led you to the back seat and pushed you against the cushion as he kneeled between your thighs. his fingers slipped under your shirt—lingering at your hips before snaking up your waist and past the valley of your breasts. he made sure to kiss every inch of your body as he rid you of your clothes.

once you were bare, matt couldn’t help but gasp—heart thumping against his chest as he admired your naked body basked in the moonlight. it felt like the first time he ever saw you.

he placed a kiss on your knee before trailing his lips to where you needed him the most. his teeth nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, blue eyes never leaving yours.

your hands flew to his brunet hair as he pressed his tongue against your folds, burying his nose in your clit. your legs wrapped around his head as soon as he began worshiping your glistening pussy with open mouthed kisses. you trapped him between your thighs but he didn’t care, this was about you.

you felt yourself inching closer to the edge with every twist of his tongue, tears of sadness now replaced with tears of utter pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum!” you strained, matt hummed in approval while your back arched off of the plush cushion beneath you. he poked his tongue past your folds and you finally released, thighs shaking around his head.

“we’ll find each other when the time is right.” matt cooed. he stood on his knees as he unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans pool below him. he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead.

“just promise to never say goodbye, matt.” you whimpered, legs closing around his waist. matt nodded and pressed his forehead onto yours as he freed his cock from his boxers—gliding his tip along your pussy.

he pushed his cock into your heat, relishing in the way your walls wrapped so nicely around him. god—you were just perfect in every way.

matt desired this moment to be etched into his memory, the way tiny whimpers fell past your soft lips, the way your beautiful pussy clenched around him, the way you were boundlessly intertwined together, all of it.

his thrusts were slow and gentle, you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock pressing against you. you brought your fingers to his, locking them together as you held his eyes.

with one final kiss, you came together—matt’s cum filling you while you helplessly quivered around him.

he fell limp on top of you. a few more tears slipping down his cheeks as he held you tight.

you never saw him after you left. it was painful at first, but you eventually grew accustomed to it. his texts and calls dwindled day by day until he eventually stopped texting you altogether.

but now you were happy, engaged to someone you truly love. yet, sometimes you couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if you had forsaken your dreams and chased matt instead. would you still be together? as much as you hated to admit it, that question gnawed at your brain almost every day.

“look at these! they go perfectly with the color scheme.” your friend gawked at the flashy jewelry in front of her.

as your wedding approached, your schedule grew increasingly hectic, leaving you with barely any time to yourself. you were out in LA, constantly shopping or planning and it was more than exhausting.

you studied the shimmering necklace briefly before shaking your head.

“i don’t know, it’s kind of-“

you paused abruptly, blood running cold as your eyes fixated on a pair of painfully familiar ones.

he stood at a distance, his mouth agape and body frozen in place. he looked different now, his brown wavy hair stopped short just above his eyes, dressed in a button-up flannel that hugged his shoulders over plain blue jeans.

you glanced at the girl clutched to his side, then at the diamond ring on her finger.

a surge of past hurt, anger, and pain washed over you like a tidal wave, bringing unwanted tears to your eyes. you quickly blinked them away, mustering a bitter smile at the couple before turning around.

to this day, you vividly remember the exact words he said to you before you boarded your flight.

“i promise to never say goodbye.”

what a lie that was.

[heian-era-housewife]

Synopsis | A sore and tired Toji visits Japan's famed pleasure district for a much needed massage. Maybe getting older does have its benefits!

Content | mdni 18+, Toji x f!reader, mention of Shiu (because of course), smut, sex, piv, hot oil massage, candle oil, happy ending~

Word Count | ~2.4k

Toji stood with a groan, several audible "pops" accompanying his stiff movements as he hoisted himself from Shiu's passenger seat.

"You going to make it, old man?" Shiu asked from behind the steering wheel.

"Yeah, yeah. Look who's talking." Toji waved him off, closing the door behind him, Shiu's voice coming through the open window.

"I'm not the one about to snap in two like cheap chopsticks." Shiu studied him for a moment before searching through his wallet and leaning over to hand Toji a business card.

"What's this?"

"A little place I go when I need to unwind."

The sleek card indicated some type of therapeutic health club. A woman's name was scrolled on the back.

"Ask for her. Tell'em Shiu sent you."

"You know I ain't about to pay for some ritzy day spa." Toji laughed, handing back the little card.

Shiu's eyes narrowed for a moment before he reached once more for his wallet, pulling out a few large bills and shoving them into Toji's outstretched hand, forcing him to take both the money and the unwanted business card.

"For real?" Toji asked, surprised by Shiu's gesture.

"Consider it an investment in your health... cheap bastard." He added under his breath. "Need you in top condition so you can keep making us money."

Toji glanced at the cash in his hand, taking note of the little numbers in the corners, then back at the name on the card, letting out a small huff.

"She that good?" He asked, quirking a brow.

Shiu smiled, inhaling deeply on his cigarette, heavy lids fluttering shut on the smoky exhale. "You'd be amazed what a good massage can do," he said before rolling up the window and driving off.

He thought about gambling it. Getting a nice meal for once. Buying some actual furniture for his crummy one-room apartment. But when the simple climb up the stairs to his front door had him creaking worse than the old wooden steps themselves, he decided a massage might be just what he needed, afterall. One quick shower later, he was back out the door, card and cash in hand.

~~~~~

He arrived in Shinjuku's entertainment district, the red lights of Kabukichō bathing him in a crimson glow. Tokyo's "sleepless town" cried out in a cacophony of buzzing neon, flashy slot machines, and the biting scent of cheap booze. Toji's scar stretched in a wily grin as he imagined the kind of trouble he could get into in a place like this. He tried to picture Shiu wandering the streets of the pleasure district, snickering as he envisioned the half-wasted handler navigating the narrow alleys in search of Korean soju and a pretty face to share his cigarette.

"You old dog." He smirked. Sorely tempted to blow the money elsewhere, he looked once again at the name on the business card. It was your name. "This better be worth it." He sighed.

~~~~~

Nicer than its seedier counterparts, the building had a sleek design, revolving doors of tinted windows framed in golden brass. The subtle trickle from a tranquil water feature and the smell of white orchids working in tandem to fill the sultry atmosphere. Toji let out a low whistle as he entered, the black marble interior echoing his appraisal as he approached the front counter.

Two women, each dressed in white linen tunics tied in a neat bow to one side, giggled softly to one another, cupped hands concealing their quiet exchanges. Toji was fairly certain he already knew the topic of discussion, their eyes boring holes through his tight black shirt and tracing the veins along his biceps. He was used to being gawked at, but always found himself feeling a little hot under the collar nonetheless.

"I uhh..." His mouth felt numb and awkward as he struggled to find the right words, pulling the cash and card from his pocket and laying them both on the marble countertop. "I'm here to see her." He said, tapping the name on the back of the card with a large finger. The two women leaned in, eyes growing wide as they read the name. They exchanged a skeptical look, before glancing worldessly back at Toji.

"Oh...uh.." Why was he suddenly so nervous? It was just a massage, right? "Shiu Kong sent me..." he finished lamely.

At that the women burst into a fit of flirtatious giggles. It was clear they knew the name. Perhaps a little more intimately than Toji anticipated.

You dog. He thought to himself once more.

They beckoned him past the counter, escorting him down a hall into another low lit room. Light danced along the walls from the dozen or more flickering candles scattered tastefully about. At its center, lay a large and rather comfortable looking massage table.

"Once you've undressed," said one of the women, handing him a warm, plush towel, "you may lay face-down on the table with this."

"Un. . .dressed?" The penniless man had never stepped foot in a health spa before, and certainly no place as upscaled as this. The closest he'd come to a real massage was the way he sometimes used the bothersome spring from his broken-down mattress to dig into his sore muscles after a long day as he drifted uncomfortably to sleep.

His question was met with another fit of giggles. His ears burned red, not realizing he'd said something funny. "Like...all the way?"

"Yes. All the way." The other woman clarified with a sly grin. Toji shifted uncomfortably. "We'll leave you to it. Your masseuse will be in shortly."

Their quiet laughter followed them back down the hall as they gossiped about the good-looking man all the way back to their post. Toji, meanwhile, made quick work of peeling off his snug-fitting shirt and grey sweats, the candles’ warm glow illuminating his chiseled features. He looked down at his body, hesitant hands pausing along the hem of his boxers before dragging them down the length of his thighs and around his ankles. Cheeks flushing at his own indecency, he wrapped the towel snuggly around his cinched waist and quickly laid himself face down on the lavish table.

He didn't even hear you enter, flinching slightly as your cool hands made contact with his broad back. Tiny bumps prickled where your cold fingers trailed between his shoulder blades.

“Sorry, dear,” you said softly, reaching for one of your flickering candles. "Let me fix that."

Toji flinched again as warm droplets trickled down his spine. Tilting the candle, you allowed small amounts of oil to rain down on his back, pooling and dripping around his well-defined muscles. The touch-starved man shivered as your fingers deftly worked the warm oil into his rugged frame.

Most clients were greedy - hungry. This one was different, you thought to yourself. His reactions, almost innocent in nature, forced you to surpress small giggles. His little grunts and groans as you found his tender knots, were contrastingly cute coming from such a brute of a man. It was...refreshing.

Toji lay, focusing on your touch and doing his best to relax into the sensation. Warm oil beaded in places, rolling down his skin and forcing him to shudder against the featherlite feel. The weight of your hands on his rigid shoulders was already worth the trip. He had almost forgotten how it felt to be touched by another person.

He was learning to relax, settling in as you moved around the table, working your way from his ankles up his calves. But as you made your way steadily higher, reaching the sensitive skin on the backs and inner portions of his thighs, he began to tense once again, growing increasingly aware of the pulse now thrumming between his legs.

"Shhh. Just relax," you whispered. Turns out it's quite difficult to relax when you're fighting a massive hardon. Thankful he was on his stomach, Toji focused his breathing, and his thoughts, until the grinding pressure against the table below softened, proud of himself for reeling it in before you were any the wiser.

A short while later, just as he thought he might drift to sleep, you gave him two small pats on the shoulder as you asked him to roll over. The large man shifted his weight with surprising ease, turning so his back lay flat against the table.

Staring upward, his eyes gave a soft twinkle in the candlelight as he saw your face for the first time.

His smile was sweet - almost boyish, his signature scar curving playfully at the edge of his lips. You were cute, he thought, easy on the eyes in your silken robe that hugged your curves just right.

"Hey," he said with the awkwardness of a teenager, finally realizing he'd been staring.

"Hey," you giggled, finding his complete lack of suave oddly alluring. "Shall we continue?"

"Mhm," he nodded, puffing his chest out slightly in a way that left you stifling more laughter.

You worked his shoulders, his biceps, his strapping forearms, and even his hands. With the help of the warm oil, you intertwined your fingers between his, sliding your small hands almost playfully within his large ones. It wasn't until you made your way back up to his chest, leaning over him to reach his sculpted abs, that an indecent rush returned to his lower half.

You stood behind his head, bent forward at the waist, tender arms outstretched across his chest. But your breasts... Your breasts were just inches from his face. Their warmth radiating down against his cheeks. So close, he swore he could hear your heart beating. Or was that his?

He squirmed against the growing pressure, trying desperately to stave off what he knew would soon be futile. He could feel his length growing against the towel that shrouded his hips.

Thankfully, mercifully, you withdrew your hands (and your sumptuous tits) just in time for him to talk himself off the proverbial ledge. His breathing steadied. His body relaxed. The sweat that now formed on his brow glistened softly in the candlelight. But as you moved to his ankles, repeating your previous path up his calves and across the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, an impressive bulge began to grow beneath his towel.

He tensed. Hot embarassment creeping its way up his neck. "Relax..." you whispered again, trailing ever higher.

He was a goner, towel now strainging against the force of his twitching length, his own shadow betraying him as the candles cast his throbbing silhouette in a mutinous display against the adjacent wall.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I-"

You cupped his balls in one of your hands, rubbing them gently against your palm.

"Sorry for what?"

Toji froze, mind reeling. You continued your work, carressing his supple skin, fondling the base of his shaft.

"T-this..." he began to say.

"Yes, handsome?"

"This ain't a normal massage place...is it?" He concluded.

"No, baby," you giggled again.

"Hm."

Moments later, your shadows danced against the wall, parting and rejoining as you kissed him passionately, his scant towel falling to the floor as he sat up to meet your lips. Your silken robe quickly joining it. He cupped your ass, scooping up lustful handfuls and placing you squarely on his lap, your legs wrapping nicely around his hips.

The two of you rocked, both sat upon the massage table, a mix of sultry purrs and moans escaping your lips as they intertwined. You rolled your hips, soaking his lap in your honeyed nectar, soft pussy lips gliding along his length in a way that was making him feral. With his strong hands, he lifted you just enough to line up his glistening tip before lowering you slowly, deliciously, onto his aching cock.

Toji hissed as you bottomed out, plush walls gripping him almost painfully. With a moan, he held you closer, pulling you in against his chest and pressing his lips into your neck. Leaning back slightly, he rutted up into you, rolling hips bucking up against your tender folds.

He was big. Much bigger than the average client. Each hungry thrust sent stuttering breaths spilling from your lungs, soft moans keeping time with his rythm.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, nearly laughing as he said it, the difference in size almost humerous, but ultimately euphoric.

Suddenly he hoisted you, lifting you effortlessly in his arms before laying you carefully on your back against the massage table. Your eyes widened with the shock of the sudden change and he couldn't help but think once again how cute you looked. Grabbing himself at the base, he pumped his way back into you, leaning over to meet you face to face with a large hand on either side of your head.

And there was that smile. Even as he fucked you mercilessly into the table, he managed an innocent smile. That was all it took.

Your orgasm washed over you in pounding waves, your fluttering walls crying out in ecstasy as they swallowed Toji's thrusting cock.

With a groan that matched his force of will, he pulled himself from your heat, warm cum hitting your cheek, having covered a surprising distance. He glazed your tits and your tummy, painting you in streaks of creamy white. You gasped, shaken, both by your climax and the sheer amount that spilled from the hulking man.

Coming down from his high, he looked down at the mess he'd made, finally meeting your startled gaze.

"Hey," he said.

"H-hey," you breathed, soft giggles building steadily into full and bouyant laughter.

Bending down, he grabbed the forgotten towel, cleaning you with surprising tenderness.

"Thanks," he said softly, wiping your cheek. "I mean it."

There was only one other client with such good manners.

"Oh no. Thank you," you said with a small wink. "And hey," you added as he pulled on his shirt and sweats. "Give Shiu my thanks, too."

~~~~~

As Toji walked back through the black marble hall, past the front desk, he was met once again with the shared whispers of the two women who swooned and giggled as he gave them an awkward wave goodbye.

Stepping back out onto the sidewalk of the bustling pleasure district, he felt like a new man.

Amazing, he thought, what a good massage can do.

Tags ~ @queentoji

[satashiiwrites]

Lockdown 2023

Dear Readers,

I’m sorry to say but I’ve just had to put everything on AO3 locked to signed in users only. I apologize in advance for the inconvenience it causes.

Why am I doing this?

Well, someone decided to copy and paste pages and pages of my work and then take another person’s work and copy and paste pages of their story, change a few names here and there, add maybe a couple of sentences, steal more sentences from a third person and well….

They said to a friend who pointed out that this was wrong that it was their right to do so because it was transformative and fanfiction is inherently plagiarism anyway, so it was alright for them to use my work as well as the other two writers.

They didn’t ask me if they could borrow my words.

They didn’t credit me.

They are matching up my version/headcanon of a character with someone that’s pretty much a NOTP for me at the worst of times and a dull side character with a weird romance option at their best. I don’t go here but everyone else is more than welcome to, just leave me out of it.

One of the other writers they took from is also a dear friend. They feel terrible that they tried to be friendly and welcoming someone to a small, niche fandom where a lot of us writers all vaguely know the others either through friends or friends of friends. Their welcome was taken advantage of and that really is almost worse than having my words taken without my permission.

I get that fandom has become more permissive of things like AI and assistive writing tools. I understand that all of us are in the process of becoming better writers through our writing—but I don’t stand for taking someone else’s words, copying them into a new document and then calling them your own, not giving credit or not bothering to link to the source. To me that is plagiarism. It’s not writing your own fic. It’s not transforming it into something better.

So, I’m putting my writing in the AO3 equivalent of tamper proof packaging. My words have already been stolen and it wasn’t even by something like an AI bot. This doesn’t feel like winning to do this—it feels almost antithetical. I’ve always had a policy that if you want to leave a critique or something negative you need to have your username attached but now I’m saying you can’t read it unless you’re signed in… which yeah.

This isn’t me winning. This is me trying to protect what’s left. I suspect it’s also useless to do so, but it’s the only option I feel I have.

I apologize to those that can’t access my works anymore. Please sign up for a free AO3 account—it’s worth it for more than just my writing. You can subscribe to authors/works in progress and make bookmarks—great benefits in my opinion.

Thank you for your time and for reading this,

Satashii aka satashiiwrites, 26th of May, 2023