EXITING NEWS! i finally wrote my second fic. ever. wow
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
…is not something anyone should claim
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When I first heard that Minosoft would be collaborating with Yoo Joonghyuk, I considered quitting my job. ‘There’s only five months on my contract anyway’ I had thought, ‘I can just become a squatter in Han Sooyoung’s house.’
Out of all the no-name shitty game development companies that he could have decided to collaborate with, of course it had to be the no-name shitty game development company that I was working for.
(This was just another piece of evidence to my theory that God, if there was one, liked bullying me specifically.)
‘At least I don’t have to work with him,’ I had naively thought.
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Kim Dokja, age 14, meets Yoo Joonghyuk and makes questionable life decisions.
Kim Dokja, age 28, re-meets Yoo Joonghyuk and sorely wishes he hadn’t.
ahhh i just posted chapter 3. i might draw more stuff for it?
i can feel the power imbalance radiating off this photo. it almost feels religious. like ethan is going up to the altar to receive a blessing. am i crazy? yes.
i got a little carried away rambling about it under the cut
i need to go write about some fucked up shit taking place later that day. ethan would already be so eager to do anything mark says and mark is very aware that he could take whatever he pleases. and yeah, maybe mark does lean into the power imbalance a little.
iirc this was the first time ethan hung out with mark’s friend group. at some point mark takes them back to to ‘hangout’ more and after things start getting handsy ethan says he wants to suck mark off. Mark says “yeah? would you do that, just for me?” and gives ethan puppy eyes just he can hear ethan all to excitedly go “of course! please, i’d love to” because ethan is just so desperate to be good for mark.
the whole time mark feels possessive of ethan in a way he never has for any other partner. he sees ethan like something precious he needs to be careful with. like ethan is some treasure he acquired. ethan is willing to give mark anything and mark wants to give him everything in return. mark is definitely objectifying ethan as a sort of trophy, but to ethan, the gentle caresses and passionate making out feels like love.
ethan dosent want to leave but he gets a text from his dad (who he went to pax with irl) asking when he’s coming back to their shared room. ethan mentally panics but tries to play it off cool in front of mark. “i should probably head back sometime soon. my dad is the worrying type” mark is like “sounds good, first just let me…” he tries to brush the cum out of ethan’s hair and it doesn’t work at all, so ethan needs to shower first
while ethan’s showering mark is thinking about how bad he needs more, so he ends up joining him for round two. to his surprise ethan was already jerking off.
mark helps ethan towel off much more than necessary, enjoying getting to do it for him. ethan lets mark take care of him, because of course he does. they both are trying to savor the moment before ethan has to leave.
mark can’t let this be over. he needs more of ethan, even if mark flys back to LA in two days. before ethan leaves, mark makes sure he gives his snapchat because he’ll be sending and hopefully receiving some dick pics
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
"Which is all just dandy. Azusa’s glad Conan-kun gets to live life a bit more and she’s glad she doesn’t have to worry that much about Amuro-san falling asleep at the stove anymore. Then, Azusa’s life and career take a turn for the worse."
In other words, Poirot lives and dies by Amuro Tooru's face value. Azusa would rather not get to the dying part.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wisdom, Wisdom Where can I get some? (3814 words) by JesterJamboree
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader
Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Original Characters, Reader
Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Childhood Friends, Best Friends, Horror, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Reader-Insert, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn, Comedy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Furbies, first fic, nonbinary reader, this is my first fic im doing my best to make it fun, Mina is based off of my real life best friend, Sun and Moon are the Same Animatronic (Five Nights At Freddy's)
Summary:
It’s you and your best friend against the world. You have each other and your cats living together in a small condo. The only downfall is that you like to explore abandoned places and take home things that have long been forgotten. Your roommate and best friend hates this quality in you, but she will always bend her rules if it means it can bring you some brief happiness to fix something broken.
Unfortunately what you bring home this time…is a little more than just a small trinket. If the robot in your home doesn’t kill you, your friend is definitely going to.
(This is deadass a comfort fic I made while really going through it with my best friend. It was meant to just be a silly self insert, but I wanted to make it so others could enjoy it too if they wanted. It’s my first time writing a fic instead of reading ‘em. Hope you like it.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Oh! Yeah, Gaara, sure,” Naruto replied, “if I’m not in the way or anything.”
“In the way?”
“Yeah, of like you and Lee or something.”
“How would you be-“
“Oh, hey, speak of the devil. Hey, Bushy-Brows!”
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After a trip to Konoha, Lee and Gaara return to Suna, but Lee is acting strange about Gaara and Naruto's friendship.
tl;dr Lee feels guilty for wanting Gaara to himself even though they're married, and Gaara lets him be selfish for a night.
i wasn’t joking i really did spend all day today writing a 5k gaalee fic. i didn’t proof read it or anything just like. here u go wtf
Xiao Yueqing is sitting in a very uncomfortable chair. She’s sat in many chairs in her life. This one might be the worst.
She has not taken a proper shower in two weeks. The chair’s back presses grains of sand into the bruises on her shoulder blades. Under the bright overhead lights, she can see dirt and crud stuck under her fingernails. The smell of antiseptic fills her nose. Flakes of dried blood cling to her neck.
There is a woman with a white coat in front of her. She is speaking words that Xiao Yueqing cannot understand or maybe just can’t hear.
Xiao Yueqing thinks about the impact of the sand when she slammed against it. She thinks about the warm sensation of blood dripping down her face. She thinks about the taste of copper and ozone. She thinks about the smell of charred flesh. She hears a woman’s voice.
The doctor, or nurse, or whoever it is they have assigned to delivering news (good and bad) says that Lin Ling was extremely lucky. Xiao Yueqing’s ears are still ringing. She thinks her hair might be singed.
She thinks to herself, if Lin Ling is lucky, then what does that make Xiao Yueqing? She certainly doesn’t feel lucky.
The beach had been littered with rocks and shells. They dug into her back when she hit the ground with the weight of two people. They didn’t break skin, only bruised it. She supposes that that’s a way she’s lucky.
Her head is fine too. Lin Ling’s hand took the brunt of the impact. She remembers he liked to doodle sometimes. She hopes his hand is okay. Though in a few hours that might not matter.
When she rolled his deadweight off of her, the first thing she did was grab her portal gun from where he had dropped it. The second thing she did was stare at the stream of blood flowing from the side of his head. The gap where a chunk of his ear that had been ripped off. The tuft of white hair stained red.
She stared long enough for the sand to start clumping up from his blood.
Xiao Yueqing remembers the first aid course she had been put through when she began working as a tour guide. ‘Every second counts’. She wonders if her few seconds of hesitation will kill Lin Ling.
She’s hungry. Really hungry. She wants a real meal, not coconut flesh and charred, unseasoned fish. Maybe fruit. Xiao Yueqing thinks of strawberries splattered on a statue. Then she thinks of blood splattered across sand. She might have passed a vending machine down the hall. She doesn’t bother to check. If she eats something now, she’ll just throw it back up.
In half an hour, she will be escorted to a private room and sit in a marginally less uncomfortable chair. Miss Juan will place a pen with a new version of a familiar contract in front of her, flipped to a page outlining employee safety.
Xiao Yueqing will read it through, feeling sand scratch her bruises, with ringing in her ears, and a mixture of copper and ozone on her tongue.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
The awkward atmosphere doesn’t last. Not because any of the people present suddenly unlock some kind of social skill (or because Queen Jopis deigns to use hers) but because a mighty and great six-year-old Dragon breaks the door in. Quite literally.
At the moment, Duke Fredo’s hand is still in Cale’s hair — it’s actually strangely comfortable, not that he’ll admit it — and Queen Jopis is handing one of the pastries served to her to her canine friend, saying something about needing it to grow up well to help her. She does not specify what exactly she’ll be needing help with. Cale’s just going to go ahead and assume she means world domination and cheer her on from the sides.
Bud has yet to really snap out of the shock of suddenly getting attacked by his bed-stricken (due to a serious disease called chronic laziness) friend.
In which Cale accidentally consumes a love potion and is stuck with a few (okay, quite some) concerned allies.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“We’re dead,” Lee Soo Hyuk says firmly. He’s using his I am the Team Leader here and you are to listen to me voice.
“You want me to move on now?”
“You have a family now—”
Cale swallows, acid going down his throat, biting at his skin. “I don’t have you.” I’ll never have you.
For a man so adamant on living, Cale seems to get courted by death quite a lot. (Or, Kim Rok Soo, his Not-Hyungs, and the Inevitability of Death and Change.)
