Hello! Just wondering if you happen to have a master list for your fics?
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Last updated: 23.08.2024
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šŗI mostly write for F! or GN! Reader without further describing their appearance.
šŗConsider the date of release, though there are also many reposts from my cringey teenage years that were requested by old fans.
šŗ99% of my works have a happy or at least open ending.
šŗConstructive criticism is always welcome and I'm grateful to change a fic accordingly if I find it appropriate.
šŗBe aware that due to my fandom hopping, there are many unfinished series and abandoned WIP's in here.
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šŗDon't repost my work on any platform. Translations may be allowed if you ask beforehand.
š»If you're unsure whether I write what you have in mind, just ask!
š»I have a high tolerance because I'm sinful, thirsty and kina cringe myself, haha.
š»Shall I not accept a request please be aware I don't need to explain myself.
š»The more detailed your request, the merrier!
Examples of what I do:
š¹Series, Oneshots, Drabbles and Headcanons
š¹Smut with a whole range of kinks
š¹NonCon/DubCon
š¹Platonic relationships
š¹Age-gap (if all persons are legal age)
š¹Your own OC
š¹Writing prompts/sentence starters
š¹Disabled reader, LGBTQ+, POC
š¹Song-Fics, AU's, a lot of different tropes
š¹Problematic topics like stalking, kidnapping, etc...
hate when im reading and theres a word i dont know so i search it in the dictionary and its like: beuperer. noun. a person who beupers. i'll fucking kill you
There was an actual bracket, but reylo got obliterated in round one, and after the poll was done, someone suggested it would be funny to do a "bonus round" where every tournament contestant is pitted against reylo to see how many ships, if any, reylo can beat
your dashboard is supposed to be at LEAST halfway full of shit you have no context for and fandoms you're not involved in. it is the natural way of the universe
I get no notes because as soon as someone finishes reading my post they are compelled to put down their phone and experience the wonders of the world around them with fresh eyes
Hi! I am a huge Q x reader fan, but found you only recently because of ao3, I've used to seek q x reader, but it's not the deal cause it's always tiring to look for "not very popular" things and I ended up here anyway. I genuinely loved some of your work not only with him but others and decided to make a request.
Q and Lieutenant/Lietinant Commander formed kind of a bond/situationship since the time he was human for a period longer than it was in series. Anyway before that she was first scientific officer who at least tried to organize what we know about his species since beginning which led her to being closer with senior staff. And while he was human she decided he deserved a chance to work because she thought he can be useful even in human form.
Somehow they formed a friendship, which proceeds. Feelings envelope, but they're not in relationship yet and reader might be a bit oblivious.
So my request is reader being tense, tired and overworked as always and Q finally making her rest, cause she refuses to take a shore leave. Somehow she finally decides that sore body should go back to a normal state and takes a massage.
She makes a request, the medical worker leads her into the office to the couch. She waits for him, process silently begins. At some point, she realizes that this isn't the one she was originally supposed to be with. She might protest at first, but then she resigns herself and even enjoys it.
It might be suggestive or lead to smut, but there must be tension between them.
Feel free to twist the story or decline, anyway I really appreciate your works! You can't even imagine how grateful and happy I am to see someone doing good content for such small part of audience!
Not native, sorry for misspellings
Partially done -> here <-
No worries, Smut will happen in part two. I just wanted to torment Q a little. š
Sorry to change it up a notch, I'm an angsty bitch and I also think Q should learn some boundaries. š
Again thank you for the Request! It is inspiringly detailed yet giving me artistic freedom, really a delight to write! š
Synopsis: Q decides to shoot his shot with you and fails miserably.
Warnings: Q accidentally doing some dubious stuff, misunderstandings, cussing, angst, not proofread
After a Request by @lucky-pool-pond, thanks for the idea! š
Also ignore the dramatic title, I just didn't know what to name this.
"Damn, I look like shit."
You stand in front of a huge mirror, shocked to notice the evident consequence to your utter lack of selfcare after prioritizing work for weeks in a row.
The prominent circles under your eyes are proof to a less than sufficient amount of sleep, and there's more physical indications to the fact that lately you don't even have the energy to make yourself look presentable anymore.
In hindsight, Q may have been onto something when he asked for you to take the day off. Well, not exactly asked - more like insistingly convinced by promptly teleporting you back into bed whenever you tried to step out of your quarters.
Though your crewmembers repeatedly stated their worry about you overworking and withdrawing yourself, they also respected your choices and did not want to push your boundaries - a sentiment Q never seemed to care about.
Now you almost feel bad for snapping at him back then.
He had even offered to take you on a 'vacation', claiming he could mess with the timeline so you wouldn't fall behind with your assignments - however judging by the past adventures he so eagerly dragged you along with, this would probably end up being way more stressful than just spending your scarce free time alone.
But that's not the only reason you declined this admittedly tempting proposal.
Ever since the two of you grew somewhat close during his involuntary human period, Q had become nothing short of a wonderful friend.
Sure, it's not like this experience was able to fundamentally change him. He's still the eccentric, capricious and in many ways dubious person, if you could even call him a 'person' at all.
But you wouldn't try and judge a lifeform you cannot even try to comprehend by human standards - yet if you had to, you'd say he tries. And that has to count for something, right?
Either way, Q was right about many things - but no one wants to give due credit to someone that's acting so annoyingly high and mighty all the time.
One of those correct assumptions being that humans are still way more influenced by their baser instincts than they are willing to admit, and how it makes them awfully predictable.
Routine being a keyword. In many ways, our brains cannot help but be shaped by things we are exposed to repeatedly.
Which in your case, was Q.
So maybe it's no wonder that after spending nearly every waking moment outside of duty with him, your little pattern-loving monkey brain started to recognize this as some kind of mate-for-life-situation, making your feelings for him to shift into another direction.
"No" you say aloud by accident, shaking your head frantically as if to repel any adjacent thought. You wouldn't allow your mind to wander there.
Don't make a fool out of yourself. Q is Q, you are human. They probably don't even care about inferior sentiments like these, let alone being able to feel them at all.
Sighing deeply, you lie down on the massage couch in a secluded part of medbay. You were given some privacy to undress but that doesn't make you feel less awkward lying there in nothing but your underpants.
The man you waited for was a trusted colleague of Dr. Crusher, apparently specialized in old-fashioned massages.
This would be exactly what you needed. A quiet reset to charge your energy reserves and forget about everything - or rather everyone - that has been weighing on you lately.
You hear the hiss of an automatic door swinging open, and still feeling a bit uncomfortable you close your eyes trying to focus on anything but your own vulnerability.
"Just get it over with" you mumble into the cushion, only getting an affirmative hum in return. Weird. Could've sworn that guy was a talkative one, but it makes sense given the circumstances. Honestly, you'd be grateful to have some piece and quiet for a change. Q on the other hand sure loves the sound of his own voice, so his ramblings became kind of the background noise for your life.
A pleasant shiver runs down your spine when his hands find purchase on your lower back, goosebumps forming on your skin as he begins working his way upwards.
You can feel improvement immediately, the tension in your shoulders melting effortlessly against the heat of his palms. His touch is featherlight, long slender fingers barely gracing the skin, and yet every inch he reaches avidly gives in to relaxation.
It feels so...abnormal, but in a positive way. Unlike any sensation you ever felt before. Impossible to describe, but whatever technique he was inflicting here, you certainly wouldn't complain.
"Did someone ever tell you that you have magical hands?" You shuffle to adjust yourself on the furniture. "Because this is amazing, really. Way better than I dared to hope."
"Glad to be of service" he responds promptly, laughing at the irony of your metaphor. "And indeed, I'm known for working miracles."
That damned voice.
Maybe it's the fact that this little 'massage' of his literally felt as if your mind and body separated for a while, but it took you way longer than it should to recognize that mock tenderness in his tone- the enchanting sound of an entity only pretending to be human.
Startled out of your trance, you nearly fell off the sofa, if it wasn't for Q swiftly catching you mid-fall. "My my, so clumsy...or are you that happy to see me?"
"Let. Me. Go!" you shout, ineffectively flailing at the alien. But gladly he seemed so taken aback by your most unexpected reaction that he complied without question.
"And there I was thinking I'd get a more excited greeting after-" He was interrupted by a pillow landing at his face, because can't this man ever take anything seriously?
You grabbed a nearby towel but he was faster, having you dressed again with a quick snap of his fingers. "Calm down, would you? Nothing I haven't seen before."
While that may be true, it's the context that makes it so infuriating.
Sure, this is by far not the first time he had witnessed an undignified moment of yours. After all, he has a habit of showing up unannounced, whether you were sick, in the shower or bawling your eyes out.
At this point he's probably seen you in more compromising situations than even your closest friends or relatives ever had.
Q never really cared much about circumstances mortals deem as 'embarassing', if anything he'd throw in an unasked for statement about your inferior way of life just to not bid it any more attention. So you never really cared about it either.
But this time it wasn't just your privacy he invaded, but your trust.
A slap echoed through the narrow room and despite not being able to feel the pain, Q was rendered completely and utterly shocked.
"'Omniscient being' my ass" you grumbled at his sheer refusal to oblige or at least even understand your cultural norms. "For an alleged all-knowing being you sure are incredibly stupid."
"Well, I'm always willing to learn." Partially acknowledging his fault yet unable to hide his disappointment at how things turned out, Q carefully wraps the venom of his words in that smooth voice of his - yet it only made him sound more terrfyingly aggravated.
Not that it'd ever impress you.
"I thought you'd appreciate the gesture" he sulks like an unruly child after being chastised. "Seems I misjudged."
"You sure did!" Your tone did not decrease in volume, instead getting almost high-pitched as you vented your anger about his inconsideration. "You can't- fuck, Q, you can't just touch someone's naked body without asking for consent!"
He seriously has the audacity to roll his eyes. "Humans and their outdated civilized behavior. I didn't even touch anything you claim to be indecent!"
"That is not the point, Q!" Arguing with him is like talking to a brick wall, and you honestly lack the energy to continue this pointless argument. From the very beginning you were mentally and physically burnt out, and now your only day of leisure was ruined as well.
Not only that, but the impact this incident will have on your friendship is gonna be catastropic.
You don't even think he is aware, or cares that much at all.
Sure doesn't seem like it.
Unable to bear the silence between you any longer, Q eventually lets part of the truth slip out. "Did you really expect me to idly sit by and watch some ordinary man having his hands all over you?"
He instantly panicked upon noticing the symbolic gears in your head turning, your expression shifting from pure anger to confusion to- yeah, what exactly?
"Q, are you jealous?"
"Me?! Never." He defends his questionable honor with very suspicious indignation. "I just don't want my dear friend settle for mediocricy."
"Am I your friend, though? Do you truly see me that way? Or..." Yet unshed tears blurr your vision, but you could practically feel Q's relentless gaze on you. It made you feel even smaller than you already are whenever you're in his presence. "...or am I just another conquest, a pastime to stifle your endless boredom?"
"Listen" he seemed frantic now, emphasizing his words with erratic gestures of his hands. "It was never my intention to upset you, or even-" He grimaces in disgust at your insinuation. Surely you can't really think he'd be capable of such a vile act? "There's absolutely no need for me to force myself on you. I am Q, I could have anyone I so desire."
Not really the answer a betrayed yet hopeless romantic was aiming to hear in order to mend a broken heart...
"...just leave." It's an impossible feat keeping your trembling voice steady, but you were desperate to remain composed and cling to your last ounce of dignity. "I said leave me alone!"
Q forced himself to look at you - no, what he did to you - for the last time, letting out a shaky exhale before turning his back, unable to bear seeing you so wrecked and being well aware he's not only responsible, but will only make it worse if he stayed.
"Very well."
And just like that, he was gone - not only from this moment, but your entire life.
Let's just hope neither of you will regret this outcome.
fucked that you canāt fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle
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