#vaguefic

[cordiformpink]

@blushy-tigerrr responded to this post for a vaguefic!!! one that i love can be either romantic or platonic!! i love the scenario where person A pokes person B in the side in a joking manner (usually after person B makes a bad joke or something like that) and person B unexpectedly FLINCHES, and that causes person A to worry they hurt them only for person B to sheepishly respond that it actually just tickled. cue tickle attacks >:)

He likes this, sitting with B on the couch. As it happens, B's flat doesn't actually contain any other chairs, so their seating options are rather limited, but this is nice. He's reading an article, B is doing his crossword, and every now and then, one of them will murmur something. B a clue he's stuck on, or a word he likes, or A some particularly interesting nugget of research, or an amusing phrase.

They've begun to do this quite often, lately, in the evenings. Tonight, though, B is a little more talkative than he usually is. A isn't sure whether it's because he's had a boring day, or if he's just in that sort of mood, but each time A says something, B will murmur a cheeky little rejoinder. He's got this wonderfully quick, clever sense of humour, but he so rarely lets it out, except in these dry little murmured comments. Somehow, he's making an article about the prevalence of infectious disease in mice funny.

B is sat quite close, today. It seems like they sit closer to one another every day, excitingly. He glances over at the article A is reading. "I'd posit the author is a mouse, with the size of that diagram."

A snorts, distracted from the paragraph he's reading. "What've you got against this author, B?" he laughs, nudging B in the side with his elbow.

To his surprise, B flinches, hard.

Immediately, A feels horribly guilty. "Oh, I'm sorry! Are you injured?" It's not unheard of for B to be hiding injuries at any given time. With time, A hopes he might persuade B to be a little more open about those, to come to him and admit to being hurt rather than trying to pretend he isn't until it causes a problem. But this closeness between the two of them is new, and that makes it fragile. Trying to convince B of something like that at this point might just make him retreat.

But B shakes his head. "No, no..."

He could be lying. "Are you sure?" A asks, tilting his head. "You flinched... I must've hurt you."

Strangely, B's cheeks are beginning to look a little pink. He doesn't say anything, just shakes his head.

"B?" A asks, growing more confused by the second. If he's hurt B... all he wants to do is apologise. Why should that make him blush?

"It didn't hurt... I'm not hurt." B's blush has darkened. "It just... it tickled a bit."

Oh. Oh. That makes more sense. Slowly, a smile starts to spread across A's face.

B finally looks at him again, but the moment he sees A's grin, his eyes widen in fear.

"Ticklish, are you?" A asks.

"No... no, no, not really..." B starts to say, looking away now, eyes darting everywhere but A.

"No?" A echoes, unable to stop grinning. This is brilliant.

"Well... maybe a bit. Just a bit..." B hedges, clearly trying to find an answer that is least likely to provoke A's curiosity.

"Is that so?"

B stares at him, uncertain, frozen. "...Yes?"

A reaches out and pokes him in the side. B flinches again with a little gasp.

Delightful. Before B can move, A's hands dart out and latch onto his sides, and begin to tickle. Immediately, B dissolves into giggles and near-collapses, yanking his legs up onto the couch and folding himself back against the couch cushions.

"No, nonono!" B giggles, trying to push himself backwards away from A's tickling fingers. A follows him, bringing one knee up to pursue B across the couch, still wriggling his fingers into B's sides where he can just about reach.

"Oh, yes," A grins. "I had no idea you were so ticklish!" He catches a particularly sensitive spot right under B's ribs that suddenly makes him jerk and yelp. "Oooh, right there, hmm? Is it bad right there?"

"No!" B giggles, but when A targets that spot again, he starts to squirm more desperately, laughter rising in pitch and volume. "Nohoho! Please!"

"No? What about here, then?" A skitters his fingers across his belly, which earns him a squeak and another jerk backwards.

B is nearly fully on his back now, pink-cheeked and giggling endlessly as he tries to shield himself with his arms and his legs. A knocks one leg out of the way and crawls half-over him, then targets that extra ticklish spot under his ribs to stop B from changing position to defend himself. Not just a brief tickle there either; A really goes for it, squeezing and poking and scribbling until B is shrieking with laughter, twitching and squirming helplessly. "Please!" he begs.

A takes pity, but only a little. He switches back to squeezing B's sides, which still renders him a helpless, giggly mess, of course. B twists, trying to find a way to escape, but A has him somewhat caged now, his weight half resting on him. "Hmm, so where else are you ticklish?"

"Nohohowere!" B giggles.

"Something tells me you might be lying. Alright, then. Let's see." He trains his eyes on B's face. "What about... hands. Forearms. Shoulders. Underarms." The twitch of B's eyebrows gives him the answer he needs. "Aha," he grins. "Underarms is right, then."

"Ohhhh, dohohon't!" B immediately hugs himself, trying to press his arms as tightly to his body as he can, but A worms his fingers in there, and scratches lightly at B's armpits. That's all it takes to break him. Poor B shrieks again and wriggles violently, letting out a mostly incoherent stream of pleading interspersed with giggles. Not wanting to torture him too much, A slips his hands down, leaving his armpits alone and tickling his belly instead. That turns B's laughter somehow cuter still. His nose scrunches and begins trying to twist again, obviously wanting to curl up in a ball.

Entranced by B's laughter and the way he's grabbing helplessly at A's hands, A finally stops, giving B a chance to breathe.

"Oh!" B sighs, dropping his head back in relief, eyes shiny with tears of laughter and smile lingering sweetly on his face. "Oh, I can't believe you just did that to me." Adorably, there's still something of a breathless laugh to his voice.

"If I'd known this would get you to smile so much, I'd have done it much sooner!" A grins. "I don't think I've ever heard you laugh so much."

B covers his face with embarrassment, but a little poke to his ribs quickly gets him to yank his hands down with a gasp. He giggles and grabs hold of A's hand. "I don't think I ever have laughed so much."

"It was cute," A says, squeezing B's hand. "And I'm definitely going to do it again."

B makes a show of scowling and sighing and trying to pretend he wants to forget about the whole experience, but for the rest of the evening, a soft smile lingers on his face. A isn't fooled for a moment by his huffing and scowling. Besides, now he knows just how to deal with that sort of mood.

if you haven't met me before, hi, i'm cordie, i write fic with my obscure fave characters in mind and then change the names and make the details vague so that others can imagine their own faves instead! if you want a version of this fic but with different pronouns or diff names, pls drop me a request and i'm happy to edit and post!

[jedidryad]

First Lines Meme

Ooh, thank you for tagging me @virusq. This suggestion to share the first lines of my last 10 fics and look for patterns sounds like fun.

I think I’m generally trying to manage some sort of hook with my first lines so I know a lot of them are quick statements that I’m trying to pack a bit of a punch with.

So… 1. “The dreams hurt” (Cursed Needs)

2. “He gave me the lightsaber.” (Lightsabers Are Always Loaded)

3. “He’d gotten carried away.” (Carried Away) - well that one seems more like a topic sentence than a hook.

4. “Luke Skywalker’s face had haunted me for years.” (Darkness Kicks Back) - back to the attempted hooks.

5. “Mara stretched her arms over her head in contentment as Luke stroked his hands up her body under the fragrant water.” (Just Bonds) - ooh or we just drop right into the smut. I don’t do this much. I think there’s only one other story that opens with the smut already underway.

6. “This was not a good time for Luke Skywalker.” (A Better Offer) - this might be more scene setting than anything else, although that could apply to lots of moments in Luke’s life so it might not be that effective. …and skipping over the drabble that inspired that piece…

7. “It took a full 45 minutes for Arihnda Pryce to admit she was distracted.” (Mutual Satisfaction). Hmm. My triumvirate verse stuff seems to open with activities rather than quick declaratives. I wonder if I’m picking up on something stylistic about that collection.

8. “He knew she was watching him.” (Tomorrow) - oh definite vaguefic attempt at a hook. Don’t you want to know who was watching him? It’s Mara. It’s always Mara.

9. “Mara followed Artoo Detoo as he trundled down the halls of the Jedi Academy on Yavin.” (Melting into You) - This one is a bit more in media res, so I don’t know.

10. “Mara kept her relief to herself as she strode quickly over to the freestanding shields that had trapped the Fire on Selonia.” (Selonia is for Lovers) - and I started two stories in a row with Mara walking somewhere. I mean they both wind up with her in bed with Luke. Expert tip, in my stories walks are a great way to get Luke Skywalker into your bed. I suppose it works that way in Zahn’s stories too.

Okay, there are lots of hook attempts in there, but they aren’t all like that. I remember studying first lines as part of a high school creative writing class last century, and I found I liked the more complex scene setting openers over the quick declarative ones here, so I probably should attempt to diversify a bit. I think some of this that my fic is mostly Star Wars and Star Wars is all about quick movements and opening in media res. I tend to try to match that tone in my writing rather than coming up with something lush and languid. I will have to keep that in mind going forward.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Something strange...

something strange... by haymaker mva

The first time it happened, everyone noticed. It was second period at Aldera Junior High, exactly 10:22:31 AM, April 14th 2XX8. Out of nowhere, while Akashi-sensei was in the middle of explaining English sentence structure, Midoriya Izuku jolted and attempted to leap to his feet, banging his knees on the underside of the desk.

Then, exactly twenty months after Midoriya's odd reaction to nothing, at exactly 10:22:31 AM, December 14th, 2XX9, something strange happened.

And, suddenly, it was second period at Aldera Junior High, exactly 10:22:31 AM, April 14th, 2XX8 again. - Or: The Dekusquad get time looped. This is a very vague fic because I had an idea for one single thing and nothing else and simply couldn't be bothered to go into any more detail. This is more of a plot bunny than a fic, honestly.

Words: 1629, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu, Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Eri, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Kurogiri, Sensei | All For One, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Asui Tsuyu & Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto & Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Time Loop, Short One Shot, One Shot, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Dekusquad, Crack Treated Seriously, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Uraraka Ochako, Vigilante Todoroki Shouto, Vigilante Asui Tsuyu, Vigilante Iida Tenya, Adopted Eri, Eri Protection Squad, Minor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Eri, Fix-It, vaguefic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48581623

[vodkassassin]

So in the missing are we like. Vagueficing

sometimes i say things on twitter and then make a little graph about it

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

Something strange...

something strange... by haymaker mva

The first time it happened, everyone noticed. It was second period at Aldera Junior High, exactly 10:22:31 AM, April 14th 2XX8. Out of nowhere, while Akashi-sensei was in the middle of explaining English sentence structure, Midoriya Izuku jolted and attempted to leap to his feet, banging his knees on the underside of the desk.

Then, exactly twenty months after Midoriya's odd reaction to nothing, at exactly 10:22:31 AM, December 14th, 2XX9, something strange happened.

And, suddenly, it was second period at Aldera Junior High, exactly 10:22:31 AM, April 14th, 2XX8 again. - Or: The Dekusquad get time looped. This is a very vague fic because I had an idea for one single thing and nothing else and simply couldn't be bothered to go into any more detail. This is more of a plot bunny than a fic, honestly.

Words: 1629, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu, Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Eri, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Kurogiri, Sensei | All For One, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Asui Tsuyu & Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto & Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Time Loop, Short One Shot, One Shot, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Dekusquad, Crack Treated Seriously, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Uraraka Ochako, Vigilante Todoroki Shouto, Vigilante Asui Tsuyu, Vigilante Iida Tenya, Adopted Eri, Eri Protection Squad, Minor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Eri, Fix-It, vaguefic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48581623

[shepswrath]

Oh????????? Oh??????????? I'm showing the oc???????? OH?????????

[land-of-brains-and-chocolate]

@symbruary 

With the symbiote, it’s like this: Love is looking at every part of yourself with someone else’s eyes. They’re eyes that aren’t made for “beautiful” or “handsome”. They’re made for wanting. Love is looking at yourself and wanting nothing more, nothing else. It’s knowing that it’s enough. Not hoping, not trusting, not believing. Knowing.

Hate is every part of yourself looking back at you.

[pikablob]

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut: "Another Loss", your Oregan AU, your Firestorm AU, "Alone"

Ooh okie:

Another Loss came out of nowhere; I saw Owen Dennis’ tweet about Tulip drowning while browsing the Infinity Train tag and the idea just kind-of lodged in my head. It’s actually one of what I like to call my ‘vaguefics’ - sometimes (often just to get an AU idea out), I’ll write a mini-oneshot in present tense that deliberately tries not to mention names. It’s a very specific narrative voice that I like using a lot. This is why this fic had two drafts (which is very unusual for me) - I had to redraft it to make it less confusing and understandable to the fandom at large.

Forests of Oregon is an AU I’ve been daydreaming about on-and-off for a while now. It started out as Hilda-centric, The Disappearing Game (now the 2nd story arc) was originally the first of three; as an aside, it’s also a massive Care Bears reference. Infinity Train got added fairly early on, but the Apex weren’t involved because the idea of Reggie taking over the train actually predates their introduction to canon. Season 3 effectively rewrote that entire arc (because originally the New Apex had ditched both Grace & Simon) but I’m really glad with how it came out. Unusually considering she’s now the main character of the whole AU, Connie was a late addition. Constance and Variables was originally a separate AU, and the end of a long period where I wanted to do a Connie adopted AU but couldn’t think of an ending that I liked (due to my very mixed feelings on the early-seasons Maheswarans). I suddenly realised that Connie would play really well off the New Apex (they are basically in the same position as her, just more extreme), so it got rolled into Oregon.

Firestorm (the War of 1839) began as a Brave Tangled Dragons AU - specifically about Corona, DunBroch, and the clans of Berk uniting to fight against an evil Elsa (inspired by After Ever After 2). Literally the only thing to survive from this concept is that Corona’s flagship is called the Vergoldete Brume (or ‘Gilded Flower’), since it was originally going to be an ironclad icebreaker with golden armour designed by Hiccup. I decided to revive the idea after seeing Tangled the Series, specifically focusing on Varian, Aisling, and the Royalist movement; the whole thing was effectively reworked. Sofia the First was also involved for a while, and this is actually where I got the name - that arc was inspired by the song ‘Freedom of the Snow’ by Leslie Fish, from the album ‘Firestorm’ - then Varian got associated with one of the other songs on the album (’Heart Like An Axle’) and it stuck. One of my weirdest ideas for this was that the Royalists would survive into present day as a secret society lead by Aisling; this concept is still there in the current version, but originally this secret order would have reappeared in a Mary Poppins AU set in the 1930s (this eventually became an original story concept called The Edge Of Night), and, weirdly, in Forests of Oregon. I’m glad that’s not the direction I ended up taking it.

Alone is very unusual for me, because I used to think I would never like (or enjoy) a fic without a happy ending. This fic was basically me putting all of my frustrations over SU Future (and Connverse) into a story; the idea came when I filtered by ‘Steven Universe Future’, ‘Connie Maheswaran’, and ‘Hurt no Comfort’ on AO3 (I just wanted to see things crash and burn I guess?) and after not coming out satisified I set out to create my own angst. I looked to the (in)famous comic where he punches Connie out during a Diamond vision for inspiration, but I specifically wanted this to be Steven’s fault so I ran with the pink instead.

[ao3feed-doctorwho]

Oxygen

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/M2PnvH5

by Wholesome_Soup

Some late-night prose poetry about regeneration :)

Words: 347, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor

Additional Tags: Regeneration, Regeneration (Doctor Who), Twelfth Doctor's Regeneration, Regeneration Angst (Doctor Who), Post-Regeneration (Doctor Who), Angst, Poetry, Bad Poetry, Prose Poem, vaguefic, Does regeneration count as a major character death?, Late Night Writing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, this was heavily inspired by 12’s regen angst, and 13’s existential angst, So I’m just gonna say that’s what it’s about

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/M2PnvH5

[equatorjournal]

Alexander Calder Vaguef, 1970, oil on canvas

[cordiformpink]

something i'm trying out... vaguefic. I wrote this with my obscure favs in mind but have changed the names to A and B and made some details more vague, so it might be enjoyed by people apart from me!

all the context you need is that A and B have worked together for a while and have recently gotten into a relationship. A is the lonely sort, quite awkward, shy at times, and autistic. this fic is about B's discovery of how tickling is just the sort of sensory input A craves.

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It's something he notices over time, A's dogged pursuit of sensory stimulation.

The first and most obvious thing B picks up on is the music. It's a surprise, once he notices, that he hasn't thought about it sooner; the music is a constant in A's life. But it's not until weeks into their relationship that B really thinks about it.

The first thing A does when he comes home is put his music on. He listens while he does the crossword, while he eats, while he drinks, and while he showers. He listens to think, and he listens to relax. It's like, B thinks one evening, as he watches A scrub dishes to the sound of his favourite singer's voice, A's life can't quite flow freely without the music. Like it gets stuck on jagged corners and snags on silence, tugging at A's thoughts in the most irritating way, set free only when the music is there to smooth its way.

Once he's noticed that, he begins to notice the rest of it. Because A can't have his music everywhere. He has alternatives, instead. B thinks initially that they're just replacements for the music, for when A can't play it, but he soon realises that they're more than that. A doesn't just use one at a time - he'll use two, three, sometimes, or he'll wander between them, surrounding himself with sensory input. There's the pen clicking, for one.

It's easily mistaken for an annoying habit -- and it still is an annoying habit, really, and one B complains about -- but it's more than that, too. Sometimes, when A sits with his crossword, clicking away with that stupid pen, B will glance over and see him holding the pen by his ear while he clicks it, gazing off into the distance, clearly lost in thought. Annoying the sound of the pen clicking may be, but A is clearly getting something out of it, if he's doing it so close to his ear.

Then there's the thing with the hair. B picks up on that one while he's sitting at his desk one day, A standing nearby, his gaze focused thoughtfully on the notice board. His pen must be in his pocket or on his desk or otherwise inaccessible, because when A's hand goes idly looking for something to fidget with, it's his own hair that he finds. It's ordinary enough at first, and B hardly gives it a second thought - just fingers brushing through a few stray curls at the back of A's head -but then the hand stays there. And B's eyes stay, too, lingering, as A tugs gently at his own hair. Then he runs his fingers through it again, then scratches lightly, then tugs it again. A strokes his own hair a few times, pressing his curls flat, then letting them spring back up.

And that's all he needs, apparently, because he turns, then, that look on his face, the one that means he's worked something out and intends to follow the thought immediately. B watches him go.

It all sort of settles into place, after that, in his head. It's sensation-seeking. A is going about his days craving stimulation, finding it in textures he can run his fingertips over and sounds he can listen to, and creating it where he can't, with that infernal pen clicking and the tugging at his own hair. He's constantly understimulated.

B can't unsee it, after that.

He sees it in A as he goes about his business, and in his interactions with him. He sees it in the way A kisses. A presses close when he kisses, tilts his head, searches B's body with his hands, cupping, stroking, caressing, like he just can't get enough of touching him -- and maybe he can't.

It's on his mind one morning, one rare morning they both have off work, before either of them have gotten up yet. A is still asleep, so of course he hasn't gotten up, but B has been awake a while, just watching. A looks inexplicably cute while he's asleep. It might be something to do with the way he snuffles, rubs his cheek against his pillow, or the way he sleeps mostly on his front or his side, one arm generally twisted behind or underneath him in a position that can't possibly be comfortable to anyone but A. He's a tangle of a person, and he's beautiful.

A always sleeps in a vest and pyjama bottoms, which has the side effect - fortunate or unfortunate, depending - of leaving his freckled shoulders exposed, and incredibly tempting to touch. So, B does. He reaches out and runs his fingertips lightly over those pretty freckles. A twitches in his sleep, snuffles, smiles slightly.

B smiles too with fond amusement. He strokes A's spine, and his smile widens when A sighs and arches into his touch. Desperate for stimulation, even in his sleep. He moves his hand over A's warm back, smoothing the wrinkles in his vest down, until his fingers reach his side. Experimentally, B strokes him there, curling his fingers just slightly.

A twitches again, makes a noise, and smiles into his pillow.

B pauses. Might A be ticklish? He watches, worried he might've woken him, but the smile has stayed on A's face, and his eyes are still shut. He looks... well, he looks happy.

Well, then. The more B thinks about it, the more it makes sense. To a man so desperately understimulated as to sit there clicking a pen next to his own ear, what sort of bliss might it be for him to be touched in such a way?

B reaches his hand out again to stroke that spot, not quite tickling, though it's obvious that A is finding it ticklish anyway. He's squirming slightly, smile wider now, though his eyes haven't opened yet. It's not entirely clear whether he's awake. Well... B can soon straighten that out. He scratches lightly over that thin white vest, reaching around and letting his hand explore the whole of A's side, until he finds a spot that makes A jerk.

There he is.

B carries on with his gentle tickling until A is squirming properly, face buried in his pillow, giggling. "B," he manages, sleepy and confused. "What--?"

B goes in for a solid tickle then, attacking both of A's sides. A jerks again and laughter bursts free as he wriggles to evade B's hands. B reaches around him until he's got a good grip on A's waist, then slides him across the bed, pulling him close. Breathless, A lets out one more giggle, then relaxes a little into the cuddle. "Oh... good morning."

He's loving it. That smile, the one he can just about see from here, is the smile he so rarely gets to see. It's the smile A smiles when he thinks nobody's looking.

"Good morning," B replies, smoothing the palm of his hand over A's stomach. There's the slightest hitch to A's breathing, then. If B hadn't been listening for it, he might've missed it. He smiles into the back of A's shoulder.

Then, he wriggles his fingers into A's stomach. A yelps and twists immediately, only to now find himself trapped in the most tickly hug. No matter how he squirms or tries to shield himself, B's hands are everywhere, scratching at his stomach, squeezing his hips, poking into his ribs. A's giggles turn into shrieks and squeals as he wriggles desperately, but B's hands carry on and make their way up to scribble under his arms. A jerks again, head thrown back, laughter turned silent. That's when B delivers the final blow. He presses several quick, ticklish kisses down the side of A's neck, while his hands shoot back down to squeeze mercilessly at his sides.

A's laughter hits a new peak. B has never heard him laugh like that before. He's not even sure A has laughed like that before. He doesn't seem practiced in it - in smiling, laughing - and B vows to himself that he's going to try and make him smile like this at least once a day, from now on.

He's stopped, now, holding a breathless A in his arms, residual smiles on both their faces. Not at any point during any of that, B notes, did A ask for it to stop.

A turns in his arms, curling forward, tucking himself against B's chest. A minute passes, and B is just starting to wonder if A means to go back to sleep, when he hears him speak softly.

"Thank you."

[duckuwu]

I'd rather read a good plot bad fic than 100+k vaguefic that doesn't go anywhere and ends ambiguously with nothing resolved. OMG

Like, listen, I get that you want to set up for the sequel, but like...you gotta resolve SOME things before you mark the first "book" complete.

[plamkeen]

Help I wrote really weird and vague fanfic for Spanish

so I put it in google translate and

Dream woman

The lights come on in the dark. A black-haired woman is sitting in the bedroom, dressed in gold and white. On his face is a horrible smile. "You forgot me," she said. It moved slowly to you, almost like a dream. Only now, she has eyes look completely white. "I gave you power, knowledge, and friendship. But when you wake up, you forget me." All the hatred in his heart stopped, and turned to sadness.

"Sorry," the figure said. "I can not live without you. And I know that this is impossible, but I want to have a life of my own." You look, and are in an open field of snow. Now, she is in red and orange, a symbol of light in his chest. "Do not you remember? Do not you remember me?" You say "no", and she begins to mourn. Suddenly, you wake up. They are tears on his face, and a name in your mouth. "I remember you, Vriska..."

[cordiformpink]

tickles!! no names, so imagine whoever you'd like :)

he's dozing a little, when she finds him. stretched out on his bed on his stomach, arms folded, head pillowed on them. warm yellow light blankets the room and casts gentle shadows in the creases of his faded pyjamas. half an hour has passed since he claimed he was going to go get in the shower, and she didn't hear the water run once during that time. no surprises, then, when she finds him like this.

as cute as his impromptu napping is, it can't be allowed to continue. he's got things to do, and she'd hardly be a helpful partner if she didn't prompt him to get back on track with his day. still. he is cute. and there's really only one way such a cute boy ought to be woken.

she moves quietly, footsteps soft, gliding, nearly, until she's kneeling on the bed beside him. he hasn't stirred. her hand rests first on his back, stroking down his spine until he sighs in bliss. she slides her hand across his lower back then, rubbing circles there, feeling the way he begins to stir at her touch. he's half-awake, and shows it in the catlike arch of his back.

"like that, do you?" she smiles. she knows that he does. he likes all of this.

her other hand joins the first. she smooths them over his soft shirt to rest on his sides. then, she starts to tickle.

he twitches, jerks, letting out a quiet giggle.

"hiii," she says, voice soft and smile-shaped.

he tries to say it back, but her hands dart an inch upward and squeeze, and he cuts his own voice off with a surprised squeak and a second stream of giggles.

"mmm, i don't think so. i think it's my turn to do the talking. see, you told me you were off for a shower." her fingers begin to walk up his sides, each fingertip settling and giving a tiny wiggle before the next moves. "and yet, here you are, not showered."

he's holding as still as he can, and she can feel him nearly trembling with the effort to do so, but he twitches helplessly at the little presses of her fingertips. she walks her fingers to a stop, resting over his ribs. she pauses there for a few moments, watching him try not to squirm with anticipation, caught between one breath and the next, hardly daring to move.

"now. got anything to say for yourself?" she asks.

a beat passes while he summons his excuses. "well, i-"

she digs her fingertips into his ribs. whatever explanation he was planning to give is lost entirely as he shouts with surprised laughter.

she grins. his ribs are a bad spot, and she knows just how to get him best there. she wriggles her fingertips into the spaces in between his ribs, following the gentle curve of each one and poking into the ticklish flesh there until he jerks and bucks and shrieks. the giggles are pouring out of him now as he squirms and twists, face prettily flushed. though she knows he doesn't mean to, he twists over onto his side, curling up in defence of his sensitive ribs.

it doesn't help, of course. her hands are already there, and they follow him, so that his attempts to shield himself only serve to keep her hands pressed close. she gives him a moment's reprieve to contemplate his situation before she starts to tickle him again.

his laughter fills the room, and her own little giggles of delight join it. there's nothing quite so lovely as this.

he's breathless and on his back the next time she pauses, and she's leaning so far over him that she decides it'll be easier to straddle him instead, so she does.

he gazes up at her, smile so wide it warms her heart, eyes bright.

"more?" he asks, shyly hopeful.

she leans down and presses a soft kiss to his mouth.

then, she begins again.

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written once again about my obscure fandom loves, and made vague so others can enjoy. if you do want to know the characters i had in mind when writing, pls ask!

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i wanna write more vaguefic (fic where i write with my obscure fandom loves in mind, but make it vague enough that others can hopefully imagine their own characters instead)

so @ you, reading this post: what's the cutest tickle scenario? could be between partners, between friends crushing on each other, or platonic. (or just any cute tickle scenario(s), if you can't decide on the cutest.)

i may use it to write vaguefic!