fucking feelings

stufftippywrote:

“Please marry me.”

Snowy narrows his eyes but doesn’t answer.

“Please.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “What do you want now?”

“I’m say what I want,” Tater says. He’s a big shirtless basset hound in this bed, and Snowy wishes he had a bone or a chew toy to give him. “I want you marry me.”

“Right. Of course you do.” Snowy rolls over onto his other side.

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umisabaku:

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On one hand, Furihata
knows he doesn’t have any reasons to feel insecure. Even though they have a
long distance relationship, he talks to Akashi and texts and emails him almost
every day, and no one could be more attentive or loving than Akashi. Akashi also
makes regular trips to Tokyo when he can, explaining that it is much more
logical for him to make the trip because he has better access to travel.
(Akashi has never flat out said, “Because I’m richer than you and also I have
private jets and chauffeurs,” but it is sometimes heavily implied).

But Furihata feels
it’s important that sometimes he is the one who makes the journey to Kyoto, and
he’d feel better about the whole thing if he didn’t get the impression that
Akashi didn’t quite like it when he was here.

And now, a few of
Akashi’s classmates have spotted him, and they’re talking to him, and Furihata
wouldn’t say he was jealous, exactly, but these girls are all incredibly
pretty and also wearing very fancy clothes with designer handbags and he can’t
but follow a certain train of thought along the lines of, “These girls are all
way out of my league, which is fine because I have a boyfriend, except these
girls all clearly like my boyfriend, and holy crap that probably means my
boyfriend is leagues out of my league.”

Trying to convince
himself that Akashi can’t be out of his league if they are actually dating
doesn’t seem to be working, and he seems to be running in so many circles in
his mind that he’s dizzy and distracted.

So he doesn’t notice
when he accidentally wanders into traffic until the car almost hits him.

*

The honking gives him
enough time to jump out of the way. He falls on his butt and scrapes his palms
and he thinks, “Holy crap I could have died.” He has just enough time to wonder
how many near-death experiences one person is reasonably allowed to have during
high school before they’re officially deemed too stupid to live before Akashi
is there, in front of him, touching him everywhere.

“Furi, Kouki,
are you alright?”

“I’m fine, really,”
Furihata says, laughing slightly. “Gosh, that was dumb.”

“Ooh, you’re
bleeding,” one of the girls’ says sympathetically. “Here, I have a handkerchief—”

Leave,
Seijuurou snarls, glowing bright red. “All of you, get out of here.”

The girls abruptly
turn around and leave, in a vaguely zombified manner.

“Seijuurou,” Furihata
says, slightly taken aback. Akashi—both versions of Akashi—is usually very
careful about when he uses Absolute Order.

“Are you sure you are
unharmed?” Seijuurou asks.

“Yes, it was just a
scrape,” Furihata says, showing him his hands. His palms are bleeding,
but the wound is shallow, it’s not anything worse than what he could have
received during basketball practice.

Seijuurou cradles his
hands carefully in his, rubbing his thumb along the uninjured side. “We are
going home,” he announces.

“What? We still have a
movie—”

“We are going back to
Tokyo,” he says more firmly, glowing red again for a brief second. And Furihata
falls silent, because if Akashi is trying to Order him he must be very
rattled. So he lets Akashi wrap an arm around his waist and walks silently
alongside him, very confused, and very concerned.

*

It is only Seijuurou’s
complete control over his own body that keeps him from shaking. He is furious
with himself and how unforgivably stupid he has been. He has been sloppy
and he didn’t think things through, and after all of training from Teiko and
Akashi Masaomi he should have known better.

He has come, for
better or worse, to depend on the Emperor Eye to warn him of danger. Gold had
whole premonitions—he could see a whole mission before it happened and warn of
every potential hazard. Seijuurou had only experienced that sense of clarity
once, when he knew for certain what would happen to Teiko if they all ran away.

But he does see
danger. His foresight has always let him know when a threat to himself or his
Generation was imminent. It had let him down only once and he hadn’t thought
about it (he hadn’t thought about it! Foolish and lazy and
stupid!). When he had been abducted he hadn’t seen it coming and at the time
he’d assumed that was because of something Teiko had done as a precaution—like the
collars they created that inhibited his abilities.

He is not sure he can
ever forgive himself for not making the connection sooner.

Furihata is immune to
his abilities. A trait that Akashi has been very thankful about because it
means he can never accidentally Order Furihata to do something against his
will.

It never occurred to
him that it also meant he will never know if Furihata is in danger.

A/N: OK! So! When I had
this sudden epiphany how I wanted to combine both of these prompts together
(plus some bonus jealous Furihata for the one anon-friend who asked recently) I
was super excited about this but then also realized it was probably better if
it appeared in the long story I have planned but I’d already written more than
half of it and I’m still super excited about it so I’m posting it anyway! But
it might also appear again in that longer story I have planned. Sooo, call it a
snippet into that story that isn’t written yet. Thank you so much,
anon-friends!! 

roachpatrol:

lazulisong:

Kids for the love of god stop putting depreciating little notes in your summaries on ao3.

  • if u tell someone something is,bad nine times out of ten, they’re going to believe you without looking at it
  • not to say “do as i say not as i do” but if you wouldn’t put up with behavior like what you’re doing to yourself if someone did it to your friend THINK REAL HARD ABOUT IT
  • YOU LISTEN TO ME. ITS NOT “AN AU NOBODY ASKED FOR”, ITS “I HAD A GREAT IDEA FOR AN ORIGINAL AU (or take on an AU lmao Shakespeare wasn’t original either) SO I WROTE IT.” HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY SOMEONE WHO IS HAVING A SHITTY DAY AND LOVES DOG GROOMER AUs. YOU JUST MADE THEIR DAY.

Vodka Auntie out OH PS if your mom is shitty or otherwise unavailable on Sunday for mothers day come hang out in my ask box

  • “I couldn’t think of a summary” JUST COPY THE FIRST COUPLE LINES OF YOUR FIC INTO THE SUMMARY BOX AND YOU’RE DONE. IT’S MAGIC.
  • “Don’t read this” keep it on your harddrive until you’re brave enough to own your work, or post it anon. 
  • “Just another ___ AU” look, it’s fanfic, everything is variations on a theme. Your variation is as legitimate as anyone else’s. 
  • “Please don’t hate me!!” just repeat six important words to yourself when this insecurity pops up: fuck you if you don’t like me. 

How Long is this Fic Really?: A Guide

chatstronaut:

armellin:

the-queen-of-thedas:

orangelemonart:

professortennant:

Word count in the HP Series: 

Sorcerer’s Stones: 76,944 
Chamber of Secrets: 85,141
Prisoner of Azkaban: 107,253 
Goblet of Fire: 190,637
Order of the Phoenix: 257,045
Half-Blood Prince: 168,923
Deathly Hallows: 198,227

Word count in the LOTR Series:

The Hobbit: 95,022
Fellowship of the Ring: 177,227
Two Towers: 143,436
Return of the King: 134,462

This changed me

I’ve read/ am reading fic that are upwards to 150,000 – 200,000. You’re telling me that authors that write for fun are writing a full-length book for the fun of it? They have earned my respect 10 fold.

A friendly reminder.

Adding on to this by reminding everyone to leave feedback on fics. Seriously, y’all, fic writers put their heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, and time into their writing. The least that you could do is let them know you enjoyed their works. 

can you maybe write about how the Miracles’ comfort their boyfriends (+ Aomine comforting Momoi if you feel like it–then again i guess there were iterations of that in the series already so maybe the reverse of that if you want?)? since D:M is more focused on the boyfriends supporting their Miracle, we never really got to see what it was like the other way around. how do the Miracles make their s/os feel better?

umisabaku:

Takao has been in a
bad mood all day, and Midorima doesn’t know what to do with that. He knows that
Takao is in a bad mood, because he’s not laughing, or joking or teasing or
doing any of the usual Takao things. Unlike other people in a bad mood, Takao
doesn’t snap at others or show any open hostility, he’s just quiet, like he’s
concentrating very intently on any task at hand. Midorima does not like the
fact that he is quiet.

“Is something wrong?”
he asks, early in the day.

“No,” Takao says.
“What makes you think that?”

Midorima doesn’t
respond, because he especially doesn’t like the fact that Takao is lying, but
he doesn’t press the issue.

*

“What’s up with your
boyfriend?” Miyaji asks during practice.

“He wouldn’t say,”
Midorima says.

“Did you do
something?” Miyaji asks suspiciously.

“I never do anything wrong,” Midorima says, with a haughtiness that he doesn’t
quite feel. What if he did do something? Would he know? He’s never had a
boyfriend before (he’s never even had a friend before) so he’s not sure
how he would know if he did something wrong.

“If that’s your
attitude, I’m not sure you’re going to have a boyfriend for very long,” Miyaji
says.

*

After school, he shows
up at Takao’s house unannounced, holding a cheeseburger.

“Here,” he says,
placing the cheeseburger in Takao’s hands. “It is your lucky item for the day.”

“I know,” Takao says,
confused, “I listen to the show in the morning. What are you doing here,
Shin-chan?”

Midorima purses his
lips, feeling stiff and awkward in the presence of someone he’s never felt
awkward around before. “I wanted to see if you were feeling better.”

Takao tilts his head
to the side. “I wasn’t feeling bad.”

“Then, I’m here to
help you study.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say
no to that,” Takao says, smiling slightly, “Let me copy your English homework.”

“No.”

*

“My dad called,” Takao
says, halfway through their English homework. He doesn’t even look up from his
worksheet.

There is a very long
silence as Midorima wages a war within himself. He wants to say something, but
he wants to say the right thing, and he’s not sure what that is. He
knows Takao doesn’t like talking about his father, so he’s pretty sure he’s not
supposed to press for details. And he’s not sure if he could provide comfort,
because it’s not something he could even understand.

“I wish he wouldn’t,”
Takao says, sounding angry. It’s so unsettling, Midorima’s not sure he’s ever
heard Takao be angry before. “If he’s going to be an asshole he should
just remain an absentee one. I wish I never had to hear from him again.”

There’s a small part
of Midorima that wants to say, I could make that happen for you. I could
make it so he never bothers you or makes you angry or makes you sad ever again.
I know how to do it, I’m very good at it.
There’s a small part of him that
even wants to do this for Takao, because it’s something he knows he can
do.

But he’s also aware
that it’s probably not what Takao needs to hear.

*

He’s not entirely sure
what he should be doing, so he’s not looking at Takao at all when he reaches
out and grabs his hand. He’s not looking at Takao when he says, “He’s not
important. He doesn’t deserve you.” He’s looking very firmly at his homework
even as he holds Takao’s hand. There’s more he wants to say, but Takao abruptly
flings himself on Midorima, pushing him down as he wraps his arms around him.

“Oh, Shin-chan, you’re
such an adorable tsundere! My boyfriend is the cutest boyfriend in the
world!”

“Stop that!” Midorima
says, although he doesn’t push Takao away. He has his arms around Takao like
he’s afraid Takao might disappear forever if he lets go. “I’m not cute.

“You are, though,”
Takao says, laying down on Midorima. He sighs. “I’m very lucky.”

Which isn’t true at
all, Midorima thinks. Of the two of them, Midorima has been far more fortunate.

*

“So am I supposed to
eat this or just hold it for the rest of the day?” Takao says, still resting
his head on Midorima and holding out the cheeseburger.

“I’ve never been
certain,” Midorima confesses. “When it’s a food item, I usually hold onto it,
as long as it’s not perishable.”

“Eh, I’m eating it,
the luck will stay with me then,” Takao says, biting it and then grinning, “At
least for a little while, anyway,

before I—”

“Don’t be vulgar,
Takao,” Midorima snaps. When Takao laughs and continues eating his burger,
something in Midorima finally relaxes.

A/N: I am so, so sorry
it has taken so long to get to this prompt! I am very sorry, anon-friend, it
was a truly lovely prompt, but it was one of those ones that would have been
too long, if I tried to do all of the Miracles. (Even got longish just from
properly doing the one pairing). I promised a MidoTaka short for @fujoshi1827, so I
felt like this would be a good fit. I hope you both enjoyed!

umisabaku:

Sometimes,
when Izuki Shun hangs out with Hayama Kotarou, he gets the distinct feeling
that he is being seduced. Which is a very strange feeling, for one thing,
because he is not really the type of person who gets seduced, much less
by an athlete of Hayama’s caliber, and also because he’s not entirely sure what
is involved in the finer arts of seduction, but it’s not certainly not always
what he would expect.

“That
is… certainly a very… thorough powerpoint presentation on the superiority
of bisexuality,” Izuki says slowly.

“Right?
It’s good though, yeah?”

“Yes,
er,” Izuki says, noticing Hayama’s particularly eager expression and wondering
if maybe he wanted feedback on his work. “The purple font on the pink
background made it a little hard to read, but I liked the animations and the
embedded sound effects. The, er, charts were also illuminating.”

“Thanks! I made those myself.” Hayama is still looking at Izuki expectantly,
like he’s waiting for Izuki to say something in particular.

“You
should send me a copy,” Izuki offers, “I’ll show it around Seirin. We’re a fairly
bisexual bunch.”

Hayama
blinks. “Wait, what? Like, all of you?”

Izuki
shrugs, feeling like he shouldn’t get into particulars about what he suspects
about the other members on the basketball team, “Good majority. You know, we’re
all about team play in Seirin. Never leave anyone bi themselves, that’s our motto.”

Hayama
bursts out laughing, and it will never stop being a surprise when he laughs at
one of Izuki’s puns. When Hayama leans in to take his phone back from Izuki, he
stays a little bit closer to him, and Izuki doesn’t move away.

*

“Is
he hitting on you with powerpoint presentations?” Hyuuga asks after reviewing
the presentation on Izuki’s phone.

“I—really
have no idea,” Izuki says. “Maybe?”

His
friend looks at him suspiciously. “Is it working?

Izuki
shrugs, feeling a little helpless, “Kinda? It had some pretty impressive
charts, and apparently I am easily seduced by statistical analysis and
appreciation of puns.”

“Ugh,”
Hyuuga says, “This is going to make games against Rakuzan even more
complicated.”

“Oh
yeah, whereas crushing on people in the same club as you never has
complications,” Izuki says dryly.

“I
have now idea what you’re talking about,” Hyuuga says, scowling.

“Uh
huh, sure. Give me my phone back.”

A/N:
I am so sorry for how long this Hayama/Izuki prompt has taken me! And also for
how short this one is. I feel like those two are a work-in-progress, and I’m
not entirely sure where they’re going to end up in this story. I love HayaIzu
though, so thanks for the prompts, anon-friends!!

zimsbitty:

No one notices that Dex and Nursey are together for two months. They’re surprisingly subtle about it, maintaining their decorum on the ice, saving their kisses for when they’re alone. They fight as much as they did before, because some things never change, but they resolve every issue with soft apologies and warm bodies in the dark of their rooms. It’s tentative but intense, and they’re both a little too afraid of the depth of their feelings to announce it to everyone – that would mean putting a name on it, on what they feel for each other, and they’re not there yet. 

So they don’t say anything, and everyone’s too sure of their hatred for each other to see the change in their relationship. Two months since the first heated kiss in Dex’s room and the SMH are none the wiser. It’s almost too easy, Dex giving a practiced scowl whenever Chowder tries to get him to socialize with Nursey, Nursey shrugging nonchalantly whenever Ransom and Holster point out the pros of being friends and D-men. Even Bitty and Lardo miss the subtle cues they give: a glance here, a brush of a hand there, Nursey eyeing the delightful red of Dex’s blush whenever his shirt rides up to show a slither of toned, dark skin. They get a little reckless, stealing kisses in the Haus just outside the kitchen doorway as Bitty putters about inside, exploring each other’s bodies in the stands at Faber. They begin to talk about them a little more, growing more and more confident each day in themselves and their relationship to the point that Dex thinks they might soon be brave enough to define it.

And then they play Michigan, and everything goes to shit.

It’s a rough game, rougher than any of them have played in a long time, and they’re not prepared. Bitty gets checked in the first period and it’s dirty. He’s lucky it’s not worse, but he has to sit out for the rest of the game and they’re furious. The SMH are now on edge, every one of them out for blood, but even when Tango checks the guy who’d got Bitty hard, Michigan don’t let up. The atmosphere in the stands has gone from enthusiastic to tense, angry ripples running through the crowd, and it doesn’t help the team keep a level head. At the end of the second period Bitty calls them over and gives them a fond but firm talking to – he’s not a damsel they need to defend; they can’t stoop to Michigan’s level; they need to play their best and play for themselves, not to prove something to their opponents. Rans and Holtz give him surprisingly gentle hugs, tease him about being a shoo-in for Captain next year (everyone else agrees) and give their own brief rallying call. 

When they go back out on the ice they’re braced to win with pride, or at least go down with dignity. Dex makes sure to skate a little too close to Nursey as they take their positions, a brief brush of arms as reassurance that they’re there, it’s okay, it’s fine. Something warm settles in Nursey’s chest, and he’s ready. The final period starts, and they’re off. The SMH play valiantly and cleanly, resistant and stoic in the face of Michigan’s questionable tactics, and it does them good. It looks like they’re going to win as they enter the final five minutes, and Dex can’t resist flashing a grin at Nursey as he hits the puck up to Tango. Nursey means to return it, meets Dex’s gaze – and catches the moment that a Michigan player crashes into Dex. 

The check is violent to the extreme and completely illegal. Everyone’s yelling around them, the crowd in uproar, the paramedics making their way out onto the ice, the team screaming at Michigan. Nursey just freezes where he stands, stares at Dex’s unmoving form, watches as the paramedics search for a pulse. The relief is palpable when they find it, but Dex is still unconscious, and is that blood? Red is seeping onto the ice, staining the delicate strands of Dex’s ginger hair a vicious red. There’s a brief moment when Nursey remembers the night before, lying in Dex’s bed, running his hands through that beautiful hair, and then-

and then red is all he can see.

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