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slvttyplum · 2 months

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the next time y’all want to comment or come in my submission box with nonsense, do this.

slowly get on your knees, put your hair up, undo my zipper, and let my 12 inch dick hit you on the cheek and suck that mother fucker then ride it atp.

i fucking hate what my page has become. y’all make me sick. i thought the more “open” i got the more people would understand me and shit but y’all mfs be riding my dick hella hard.

obviously this is not for the people following me/supporting me!

ik this may seem harsh but it’s really annoying when people don’t understand boundaries nor how to take a fucking joke.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fan fic writing #fanfic writing #this writing shit is getting harder and harder #jujustsu kaisen x reader #your fav fanfic writer #fan fic writer

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dbnightingale24 · 2 months

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Already Won Me Over Sneak Peak

A Follow Up 'Love Me Or Just Let Me Go'

Sorry for the delay! I meant to post this yesterday, but I got real fuckin' picky about certain things, because I'm ✨annoying✨ ANYWAY, this is just a snippet of what's to come, and I hope you all enjoy it! You all get heartbreaking smut, cause tomorrow is Valentine's Day!! 🙃🙃

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Swearing, Heartbreak, Arguing, Violence, Angst, Uhh...I think that's it for now.

I do not give permission/consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this kind of behavior or relationship, this is for entertainment purposes only.

“We need to get in and out of your apartment. Only grab what’s important,” he tells you softly as he turns on the car.

“Yeah,” you agree softly.

That was the extent of the conversation you two had.

You’ve never had such a quiet car ride with Jonathan, and you hate it. You hate this. Besides the fact that almost everyone you know and love has been attacked tonight, and you feel like it’s your fault, you also don’t know what the fuck to do about you and Jonathan. After everything that was said tonight, all of the tears and begging, he still can’t just fucking say it. You can’t help but grow tired of all of this shit. Yeah, it sucks that he feels like shit, but you’re not doing this to him.

He’s doing it to the both of you.

“Jonathan,” you sigh as he gets out of the car along with you, “I can go up on my-”

“You can get as far away from me as you want when we get home. For now, I’m coming up with you. I don’t want to argue anymore-”

“Fine, lets just get it over with,” you mutter, quickly making your way inside, Jonathan following behind you with a low groan as he sighs.

Sigh, sigh, sigh. Yeah well, this part isn’t on you.

“Is there anything I shouldn’t bring?” you question, unlocking your door.

“You only need to bring-”

“Welcome home,” a man with a thick accent greets as soon as you open your door, his fist already traveling towards your face, but you duck just in time.

“I haven’t had a bad enough day?!” you growl, head butting the much larger man in the chest, forcing him inside.

“I love a bitch who can fight,” the man laughs darkly, pushing you aside.

“Get out of my HOUSE!” you scream, picking up the vase of flowers Jonathan bought you hours ago and throwing them at the man, missing him by millimeters.

“This is barely a shoe box,” the man laughs, pulling out his revolver.

“Well, that’s not very nice, now is it?” Jonathan growls, grabbing one of the bar stools and smashing the man over the back of his head with it.

That has you freezing on the spot. You’ve never seen Jonathan’s violence, and you’re not sure how you feel about it now that you have.

“You break into her home,” Jonathan continues roughly, still beating the man with stool as it creaks and cracks, “try to hurt her, and then insult her home?! Where are your manners, Ivan?! HUH?!” he roars, slamming the wooden stool against the countertop, breaking off one of its legs. “Who else has been running around Gotham doing Boris’ dirty work?! Y/N’s Mom, her Uncle, her friends?! Who did it?!”

You glance over and see that the door is still open; you run to close it, knowing that it’s bound to get bloodier and more violent.

“I asked you a fucking question!” Jonathan broods, hitting the man with the broken stool leg.

“Boris warned you,” the man coughs out while trying to fend off Jonathan, wildly flailing his arms as he rolls side to side on the floor like a broken metronome.

“And I warned Boris! The fuck ups you all make are on you! It’s not my fucking job to fix it! You go after someone I care about and you think there won’t be any fucking repercussions?! I warned all of you and now look!”

“Dr. Crane-”

“Dr. Crane isn’t in right now!” he snarls, striking the guy across the face again before tossing the the bloody stool leg aside. “Now, apologize to the woman.” The man spits out a tooth, groaning to himself.

“Boris just wants-”

“APOLOGIZE!” Jonathan roars.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Ma’am,” the man sobs at you.

“Good boy,” Jonathan praises as he pulls out his .45. “I think I’ll make you the first casualty in Boris’ army.”

“Dr. Crane-” his words feebly teeter from his bleeding mouth.

You cover your mouth as you yelp at the steely explosive bang from the gun shot and take a step back. This day is really taking a toll on you.

He stands up straight, breathing heavy, before turning to look at you. His hair is wild, half of his face is splattered with blood. His eyes are still and wild. You’re not sure how to feel about it, but you can’t help the arousal pooling between your legs at his feral state in the soft glow of the night.

“Pack while I run through his pockets,” he tells you after a moment, pushing back his messy hair.

“You should shower,” you tell him weakly, looking from him to Ivan’s lifeless body.

“Y/N-”

“You have clothes here. You walking out there covered in his blood is a bad look. You should shower and I’ll call the cops-”

“Don’t. I’ll take care of it,” he interrupts, tone still authoritative as he tries to calm down. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I promise,” you answer calmly as a soft tapping on your door has you jumping.

“Y/N? Are you okay dear?” your elderly neighbor, Miss Francine, asks softly, and a soft chuckle leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

Are you okay? That’s laughable right now.

“I’m alright, Miss Francine. You need to get back to your room, it’s not safe in the hallway at this hour.”

“Do you need me to call someone? I’m not afraid of these thugs!” she says defiantly, and you laugh to yourself softly.

You love her so much.

“No no, I have someone here with me. I’m safe, I promise.”

“Alright dear. Good night,” she calls softly and you hear her footsteps retreating, soon followed by her door opening and closing.

“Pack,” Jonathan repeats sternly.

“Shower,” you tell him softly, giving Ivan’s dead body one last look before going into your room.

You look around and you can’t decide where to begin. Your mind can’t and won’t slow down. You’ve just seen Jonathan murder someone, and he murdered that person for you. How the fuck is it easier for him to murder someone than fucking admitting that he loves someone? Even when he was beating the man to death, all he could say was, ‘someone I care about’.

Yeah, that’s the last thing you should be thinking about right now, but if there’s ever a time for an accidental ‘I love you’, that would be it. Damn, maybe there is a part of you that’s a self absorbed little shit, but you’re not about to feel ashamed about it. Not after all that’s happened tonight.

You hear the shower turn on, and your mind is instantly reminded of something else.

No matter what he can or won’t say, he still killed someone. He killed them without hesitation and he did it for you. In that moment, all that mattered was keeping you safe, and he had no thought for his self care at all. His only focus was you and keeping you safe.

Plus, truth be told, him looking so unhinged and wild? A total turn on for you that you weren’t expecting at all.

No, none of this is ideal and you still don’t know what the hell you’re gonna do about the both of you, but you know that you’re lonely and in pain. There’s only one person you want right now, and he’s the last person you should want right now.

God damn him for making you love him so damn much.

You slowly take off your dress and strapless bra, at war with yourself about whether or not you should go through with this, but the part of you that needs a release wins. Sure, you could have a drink or a smoke, but it won’t be enough. Besides, it’s not like you won’t be drinking till you’re numb in the face for the next few weeks anyways. No, it’s not the best solution, but you’re done trying to be smart and logical for the moment. You’ve been at war with yourself since all of this started, and you’re just so damn tired of thinking.

You just want to feel something other than sadness and pain.

“Y/N, you should be...Y/N,” Jonathan trails off as you get in the shower with him.

“I can pack after,” you tell him softly, looking him over, fingers lightly tracing over his faded scars. “You didn’t have to attack that man-”

“I wasn’t gonna let him hurt you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, but I want-need to take care of you.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about you,” he huffs, and you can hear him at war with himself.

Well, fuck it. If he isn’t gonna say it, you will. Again.

“I love you-”

“Sweetheart-”

“I love you, Jonathan. I don’t care if you don’t wanna hear it, I don’t care if you don’t think you deserve it, and I don’t care if you don’t want me to say it. It’s a fucking fact. I love you and I’ve never loved anyone this much, and I know I never will again, no matter what happens. I am so painfully in love with you, Jonathan Crane. You may be afraid of your feelings, but I’m not afraid of mine,” you tell him without fear or trepidation in your heart.

If this is the end of the both of you, you may as well lay all your cards on the table.

“Y/N...,” he sobs, looking away from you, and your heart breaks.

He truly is broken by all of this.

You gently grab his face and turn it towards you, “You tell me you care about me? Then show me. Show me just how much you care,” you beg softly, tears in your eyes.

Just like that, he’s gone for you.

He’s crashing his lips into yours as he presses you against the wet shower tiles, your back squishing against it. It feels like Heaven. Moaning into the kiss, you grind yourself against him while his hands travel down your sides softly; almost as if he’s afraid to touch you, as if he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

“Show me, Jonathan,” you breathe against his lips, begging him to give you a reason to fight for more. “Show me how much you care. Show me how much I mean to you.”

This time, he grips your thighs and hoists you up, no hesitation present as you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist while he trails kisses down your neck, desperate to cover every inch of you in them.

“Dr. Crane,” you whimper, running your fingers through his hair as one of his hands starts massaging one of your breasts.

“No...please don’t...call me by my name, I need to hear you say it,” he cries shamefully.

At least you can believe it’s more than a filthy hook up now.

“Jonathan...Jonathan I need to feel you,” you pant, eyes clenching shut at the feel of his fingers kneading your nipple between his fingertips. “I need you!” “I don’t deserve you,” he groans, slowly sliding you down on him.

“Shit!” you cry, still not used to the way he so easily pulls you apart.

“I’m so sorry,” he husks, slowly moving within you, kissing along your neck, “I ruined everything and I’m sorry!”

“Just wanna be with you right now. Tired...tired of thinking,” you moan, focusing your attention back on him, which was extremely hard since he kept- “OH MY GOD! That’s the...fuck! Right there, don’t stop!”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he marvels, his grip on you getting tighter as he helps you chase your release.

“I love you,” you sigh, feeling your core tightening.

“Y/N-”

“I love you,” you repeat, not relenting because of his guilt for his past.

It’s not like you ever meant to fall in love, or that you even wanted to you, but you did. For all your planning, and hoping for it to be a one time thing, it hasn’t panned out that way at all.

“God, you’re clenching me so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he grunts, his movements becoming quicker as you dig your nails into his shoulders, “feels so good being inside of you...getting lost in you.”

“Fuck! Jonathan!”

“Never knew someone could ever love me like you do,” he continues with a breathless pant, changing his angle just a bit to hit that spot deep within you.

“Oh fuck!”

“Never knew how much I needed to be loved by you!”

“Jonathan...I can’t...I can’t...oh shit!”

“C’mon baby! Give it to me! I wanna feel your love!”

“YES!” you cry out, your release washing over you as you tighten your legs around Jonathan for fear of falling if you don’t.

The bastard may have broken your heart, but he’s the closest you’ll ever get to Heaven.

“You okay, baby?” he asks softly, tenderly stoking your face .

All you can do is nod.

“Do you need more?”

Once again, all you can do is nod.

He’s quick to turn off the shower, keeping his hold on you tight as gets out of the shower. He walks you both to the bedroom, and your eyes land on Ivan’s dead body. God, of all the ways you thought this night was going to end, this wasn’t at all what you had in mind.

“I want you on your back,” you tell him as he goes to lay you down.

You can tell that you’ve caught him off guard. He does what you want nonetheless, and lays back on the bed, looking at you with eyes that are filled with adoration and guilt. Usually you’re not on top unless he puts you up there. That’s rare because he likes hearing the screams that leave your mouth when he fucks you hard from behind, or watch as the euphoria overtakes you when he gives you an orgasm.

You place your hands on his chest and start to ride him slowly, your hips grinding against him, mouth slightly agape at the feel of the new angle and how deep he is.

“Touch me, Jonathan,” you beg pathetically, starting to pick up your pace once you’ve adjusted to him. “I want to feel you everywhere I can.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Jonathan, please. I just need you right now,” you practically sob.

There’s a dead man laying in your living room. Your best friend may never walk again. Someone tried to kill your Mother. Your ‘Uncle’ is laid up in the hospital and his wife has been killed. The man responsible for turning your life upside down in the best and worst ways during all this can’t even tell you that he loves you.

If all you can have is temporary bliss that only he can provide, then you’ll take it and beg for him to show you the things he’s ashamed to show. Besides, who knows when you two will have each other like this again.

If ever.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he groans, his hands slowly traveling up your torso.

“You think so?” you question, your damp hair falling in front of your face as you look down at him, biting your bottom lip in a weak attempt to quiet your moans as he starts massaging your breasts.

No, having sex on your bed soaking wet probably isn’t the best idea, but it’s not like you’ll be sleeping in it for a while.

“Fuck yeah...GOD!” he groans as you roll your hips against his.

“Shit!”

“Gotta have you on top of me more often,” he husks, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, “I love watching you take whatever you want from me. You can take whatever you need, baby. You can always take what you need from me,” he promises as he grips your ass.

“Oh fuck!”

“Bring yourself on my cock like the good girl you are, baby. I know you can fucking do it,” he encourages, licking his thumb before bringing it between the two of you, rubbing your most sensitive bud.

“Jonathan!”

“I know you wanna cum for me, baby. I know you wanna make a mess all over me, don’t you, baby?”

“Fuuu-yes!”

“Cause you’re my good girl?” “Jonathan!”

“Say it, baby. Tell me you’re my good girl!”

“Fuck yes!” you cry out, lulling your head back as you squirt hard, floating out of your own body for just a moment.

“My messy little princess,” he praises with a grunt.

In one swift move, you’re on your back and Jonathan is fucking into you relentlessly.

“Shit!”

“You’re always gonna be my girl, baby. I know I’m a mess right now, but I will fix this. I’ll make this right,” he promises, holding himself up as he cradles your face with the other hand.

Your eyes sting as you hold back tears at his words, because you honestly don’t know what the fuck to do. You don’t know what happens after all of this gets settled.

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he pants as his movements become erratic, “but I need you. I need you so damn much, baby!”

“Too...it’s too much,” you sob as you feel that knot in your core tighten.

“Give it to me, give me everything,” he begs breathlessly, his grip on neck getting tighter.

“JONATHAN!” you scream out, tears spilling over from the pleasure coursing through your body and the pain in your heart as you squirt hard. One hand grips him and the other grips the bed sheets.

“My perfect princess,” he groans as he spills inside of you, his hand almost giving out.

As he rides out both of your highs, the room is filled with nothing but your silent sobs and heavy breathing between the both of you.

Not a word is said as he pulls out and you both start to get dressed. He’s first to exit as soon as he’s dressed, and you can only assume that he instantly goes to search through Ivan’s pockets. You take your time packing up what you deem necessary. You grab all of your photos, wanting to make sure that no one else gets hurt because of your...whatever with Jonathan. You pack up your laptop, Mr. Fin, the hideous ash tray Jonathan got you in Hawaii, a few books, some comfort clothes, and basic hair supplies. You give your room a once over, fighting back more tears, before making your way out to see Jonathan sitting at the kitchen island and drinking bourbon.

“Do you have everything?” he asks, not even looking in your direction as he swirls his drink around in the glass.

“Just have to grab makeup and hair products out of-”

“I can buy you more. It’s not important.”

“Then yes, I guess I have everything,” you snap, voice edging between anger and bitterness. “Do you have everything.” “Everything that I need,” he shrugs, downing the rest of his drink before putting it in the sink. “Lets go.”

You’re quick to grab the photo of your birthday party by the door on your way out, and shut the door behind you, walking past Jonathan in an attempt to get the elevator as fast as you can.

Your mind is racing and you just wanna lay down.

The entire elevator ride down, Jonathan is tapping his foot and fidgeting with his fingers. He’s mad at himself. You know that he thinks he revealed too much of himself to you, and that makes you even madder at him. He’s already broken your heart, what the hell does he think will happen if he’s actually sweet to you during intimacy? That you’ll go off and tell everyone in Gotham that he does, in fact, have a soul and a good heart?

It’s not like anyone would believe you anyway.

The second you two are back inside his house, you’re grabbing the things you left on the floor earlier, and racing up the steps. You’re more than happy to stay locked away in a room, but the only issue is that you don’t know any other room besides Jonathan’s.

“Just take my room,” he encourages softly as he makes his way up the steps.

“I can stay in another-”

“None of the other rooms have been slept in, in years. My room is the only room ready, and the only one I feel comfortable having you in.”

“I don’t want to be around you.”

“Lucky for you, I won’t be sleeping much.”

“When you do-”

“I know my house better than you. I’ll stay far away from you, just take my damn room,” he instructs before turning and racing back down the steps and disappearing around a corner.

You stick your tongue out in the direction he went before turning and making your way into his room, closing the door behind you. As you drop your bags, you look around and let out a deep breath.

Welcome to your new life for the next few weeks.

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childlikegoblinqueen · 2 months

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My question wasn't meant to be rude, sorry! I'm a fic writer too, I was wondering if you ever had second thoughts or something. Like, why do this when you could write your own stories? Or write nothing at all?

Oh jeez!!!! Now I feel bad if I came off as salty!

Haha.

This is a great question! Honestly, there’s a bunch of reasons.

First, I’ve never been particularly comfortable with my OCs. I love how many people are passionate about theirs and build whole facets of story into them. My job requires me to read ALL THE TIME and I am forever in awe of how writers can make characters that I genuinely care about… but I just always feel like my own ended up hollow.

Second, I had terrible insomnia after losing my parents the way I did. My therapist actually suggested that I try fan fiction and it just opened up a creative space I forgot I had.

I often think about how Dave Filoni was literally hired to “write Star Wars Fan Fiction” for Clone Wars and his OC(s) like Ahsoka Tano are now beloved in the fandom.

I guess there’s a part of me that finds relief in playing in a sandbox that has some sort of design. It’s a way to hone storytelling skills and plotting, but has scaffolding.

And the scaffolding is kind of a good place to start, even though I have no intention of writing anything to monetize it. But my brain wants to tell stories! I think a lot of us in fandom spaces feel that way? Or just in general. Maybe not?

Alex Hirsch said something at the Requiem Cafe panel about being a kid and imagining all fictional characters living in a dimension… maybe that’s a misquote, but I get the general idea because it’s not an uncommon thought. I can get REALLY deep into the weeds here, but I’ll leave it there.

In general I can say in good authority that MANY current best selling authors cut their teeth writing fan fiction. Some adapted their works into original pieces, others used their experience to sharpen their wholly original stories.

One can also consider various plays from Shakespeare, mythology, and Dante’s Inferno as fan fiction…

Why not write it? Especially if it makes you happy.

Thanks for the ask!

#fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic writer #thanks for the ask!#sorry if I got salty!#tw parental loss

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fandomtransmandom · 4 days

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Hello! I reached an AO3 goal, so prepare for a rambling personal post.

I broke 2.5 million words!

First of all, thank you to everyone who reads and supports my work. Without you, I could never have made it this far.

And more than anything, I want to thank Bill and Conan. Those tall, blue-eyed, assless dorks get me through the days and I am endlessly grateful for their infinite inspiration.

After 366 stories, ~200 of which are requests, I have slightly more confidence in my writing. But it's still hard. Combatting all the voices that tell me I'm not good enough and should just give up is a constant struggle. But because of my friends and my amazing partner @martymcdie88mph, I keep going. I know my fics aren't everyone's cup of tea, but writing about Bill and Conan makes my life worth living. And I'm blessed to have a handful of wonderful people who boost me with their encouragement and praise. Thank you all🧡

So, here's to the next half million. Who knows how long it will take, but I plan to have fun along the way!

Until then, remember:

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daniwib · 1 month

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In the first 24 hours since hubby flew to the USA I have had 2 1/2 hours sleep and wrote & posted a nearly 7000 word s7 crack fic.

I also rewatched 6x10 & 11 with friends and planned a girls night out next weekend that may or may not involve a male strip club.

In that time he flew from Aus to Vancouver, then Toronto and finally Florida.

#Dani’s staycation #when the cat’s away #obsessed with writing #and 911 #buddie #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #crack #ao3 #writing #fan fic writer #911 #9-1-1 fanfiction #whump #angst #911 fanfiction #911 fox #911 abc

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lilac-hecox · 4 months

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Okay so I'm still thinking about Shayne and Ian getting drunk together. They shoot the shit and have a good time and one thing leads to another... I'll let you handle the rest.

Ian/Shayne - Shian - Glass

“Hey man, thanks for coming over and hanging with me,” Ian says, tipping his bottle of beer towards Shayne in a mock cheering.

“Of course,” Shayne says in a grin, tipping his own matching bottle back, “that’s what friends are for, right?”

Ian huffs a laugh and for a second his eyes go far away, distant. Shayne regrets the choice of words, but he doesn’t say anything and just a handful of seconds later Ian’s eyes brighten again. It’s only been a few weeks since Anthony left Smosh and Ian’s been their de-facto leader outside of Defy working to make things seem normal, working too hard, their efforts making everything seem false. Ian hasn’t talked about it, at least not to Shayne, or Courtney, or any of the other cast members.

“You, okay?” Shayne asks instead of ignoring the silence that settles over them like a layer of dust.

Ian looks up and nods, but he holds Shayne’s gaze a beat too long before he looks into the amber glass of his beer bottle and shakes his head.

“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know.”

Then, he looks far away again, somewhere too far where Shayne can’t follow. Shayne is about to change the subject when Ian starts talking again.

“You ever feel like you don’t really know who you are?”

“I think everybody feels that way at some point.”

Ian shrugs, “Just, I thought I knew who I was. All these things I’ve been known for all my life, you know? Anthony’s best friend and co-founder of Smosh, and a comedian, and ‘the funny one’ but never the hot one, and never the leader but always the sidekick. All these years I’ve been defined by him and my friendship with him, and he has with me, and now he’s just…gone? He’s gone and I’m here and Smosh is here, but it’s not the same,” Ian says, his voice sad, more emotional than Shayne has ever heard it, “So, who the fuck am I now?”

“Hey,” Shayne says softly, setting his beer down next to him. The two of them are sitting on the carpeted floor of Ian’s living room because Ian had been showing Shayne his video game collection, and they had been drinking, and laughing, but now the room is quickly shifting into something else, something bigger and darker, and heavier, “You’re Ian Hecox. You’re a great dude. You are Smosh now.”

Ian shakes his head. “Smosh was never…I mean, he started the website, you know? I was just in the right place at the right time. Anthony was the one who made Smosh. Defy thinks you guys are doing great, by the way,” Ian adds, “I do too. Fans love you guys, especially you, Shayne.”

“Thanks,” Shayne says quietly. He squeezes Ian’s shoulder, aiming to comfort him.

Ian looks at him, then his hand, then meets his eyes and smiles.

“It is strange to feel haunted by someone that is still alive.”

Shayne nods. He wasn’t very close to Anthony, but he knows the history between Ian and the other man, the friendship, the bond, and he can see the impact Anthony’s departure has had on Ian.

“I’m sorry, Ian.”

Again, Ian shrugs. “Probably for the best…I guess. That’s what he said before he left.”

Shayne may not have known Anthony as well as Ian did, but right now he feels Anthony’s presence in every corner of the room, hanging over Ian like a shadow, a cloud that Ian can’t escape from.

Shayne squeezes Ian’s shoulder and again Ian smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

“I know you’re not big on physical affection, but you want a hug?” Shayne offers.

Ian laughs, his face red from the alcohol and he shrugs.

“Why the fuck not.”

Then Shayne turns and pulls Ian into a hug, rubbing his hand along Ian’s spine. He feels Ian take a shuddery breath, and somehow Shayne’s other hand skates up to the back of Ian’s neck, holding on so he can pull back to see into Ian’s clear, blue eyes.

They look at each other for a moment, a long and quiet moment, and then Shayne isn’t sure who leans forward first, or who accepts it, but their mouths meet in a kiss. It’s innocent and kind of shitty, but Ian fists his hands in Shayne’s t-shirt and Shayne keeps kissing him.

Ian’s tongue is in his mouth, Shayne presses Ian down on to his back on to the carpeted floor. Ian can’t have time to overthink or be sad when Shayne’s kissing him breathlessly. It might be a mistake. They have been drinking and Ian’s in a vulnerable place, and he’s Shayne’s boss. Neither of them stops though. Neither of them is strong enough to say no.

#smoshships #polysmosh #shian #shayan #shayian #angst #ianthony #alcohol #300 follower milestone #fan fic writer #fan fic writing #prompts #fic requests #follower prompts #ask box open #someday i swear i will write a happy fic with these two #my writing #my fics #my fic

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dreamtigress · 12 days

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Amazing art!!

The stunning art that I commissioned from @mysticmiav is now up on Zelfliefde! She absolutely knocked this out of the park, and it is so soft and lovely. The piece is of the bed snuggling scene in chapter 4, where Kaz & Inej are in bed with Krai cat.

Peep the art under the cut!

Seriously, SO GOOD. Look at the crows! Inej's knives on the dresser! Kaz's cane! Krai cat! She nailed the details! Thanks, @mysticmiav!!

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i-am-church-the-cat · 2 months

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Hey guys! As you might have seen me talking about before, I am part of the @fandomtrumpshate auction this year. It’s my first time, so I’m excited to be involved.

I am offering:

Type of work: Fan fiction

Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Kinnporsche, DC (specifically Batman, Wayne Family Adventures, and Young Justice)

Highest Rating: E

Length/Scope 5k-10k words

Minimum Bid: $5

If you’d like to check out my full auction post, you can find it here. Even if you don’t bid for me, please consider checking out the auction as a whole, there’s so many different fandoms, over a thousand creators this year, and all of the money goes to some great causes. The bidding period opens tomorrow, March 5th, and closes on Friday, March 9th.

#fandom trumps hate #fth 2024 #i made this days ago and just realized the browsing period was about to close so i should post this #my writing #fanfiction #fan fic writer #formula 1 rpf #kinnporche the series #batman #batfam #wayne family adventures #young justice #dc

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ophiia · 10 months

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Begging y'all that can to please donate to Ao3 once this situation is resolved, those motherfuckers earned it 💜💜😭😭

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fic writer #fan fic reader #reading #writing #DDoS #attack #Ao3 is down

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slvttyplum · 2 months

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can’t believe i have to say this but i had to delete this digusting anon message about my writing and how things aren’t canon and unrealistic blasé blasé, and even people in my comments upset.

any and everything i write is is NOT canon and really not realistic for any of the characters i write. what i write is for the imagination and for you to IMAGINE.

is satoru gojo going to push you down the stairs spit on your face and stomp on you? no. would it be fun to write? maybe.

my goal as a writer is to have fun and make sure all of YOU have fun and enjoy what i write, if you don’t like what i write why the fuck are you here?

like bro i’m a 18 year old college student with a lot of time on my hand, and y’all come in my comments and in my invitation box which should be a safe space for people to put requests and just overall talk to me, but y’all take the time to be hateful.

please stop. i want my page to be a safe place for everyone, please don’t invade this space with your negativity you stupid bitches, bye!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #please stop #like i’m begging #LMFAOOOO #writer #your fav fanfic writer #fan fic writer #fan fic things #fanfic writing

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silverhallow · 9 months

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Writer: I'm actually pretty good at this writing thing

*Reads someone else's writing*

Writer: I am absolute garbage

#writing #how I feel #fan fic writing #fan fic writer #fanfiction #writer

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beans-in-your-socks · 7 months

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i started writing fanfiction a few days ago and today i got what im pretty sure is food poisoning.

#is the ao3 curse real????#good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic writer #writer #ao3

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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month

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Coven Heads Fave Human Realm Media?

So if SCOM! Hettie is obsessed with House (think Patti and Selma with MacGyver) what’s the other Coven Heads favorite shows? Might as well throw Kimimora in there for good measure.