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lostinlovingrevery · 5 months ago

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Let Me Wash Your Sins Away (Let me Love You)

Old Man Logan X Reader Drabble

Plot: You love him, but he won't let you. Until one day he comes home, nearly on his deathbed, and he finally lets you take care of him the way you always craved

A/N: A drabble of an idea that popped in my head, this came out more angsty than I originally planned, and I also started getting tired towards as it's almost 1 in the morning for me, but I really wanted to finish it tonight, so it probably sound a little rushed towards the end. but I hope ya'll enjoy! I just wanna take care of Old Man Logan <3

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood and gunshot wounds, kinda angsty, talks of worshiping, mentions of dirty thoughts and just being horny towards Logan in general but he won't let you (go to horny jail)

Word Count: 3113

You sat at a table, tapping your foot anxiously against the floor, as you glanced at the clock, for the tenth time in a row in the last five minutes. You pressed your palms to the table, in an attempt to ground yourself from the nausea-induced anxiety you were experiencing. Your brows were creased in worry, your lips pulled back tightly in a grimace.

You were waiting for someone. Someone who somehow manages to fill you with an intense rush of emotions, both love-

And fear.

Not of him, but of what is happening to him, what could happen to him.

You met Logan a little less than a year ago, and he had managed to carve a space out in your

heart, the quiet, reserved, and sometimes cranky old man that he is.

He had found you and asked you for your help in taking care of Charles, your powers and excellent knowledge in handling mutants who couldn’t control- or lost control of their abilities had made you perfect for the job. You, of course, jumped at the opportunity to help. You didn’t know Charles Xavier personally, but you admired the work he’s done and quickly grew fond of the old man. Throughout the year, you attempted to get to know Logan, since you had to put your trust in him to keep you, Charles, and Caliban fed, sheltered, and safe. Logan was initially dismissive of you, and it wasn’t because he was a jerk but because he saw something with you he hadn’t felt in a long time and it terrified him, especially after 200 years of living and losing anyone and everyone he’s ever cared for. Life had beaten him to a pulp on the ground, yet he was still pushing himself up, not ready to give in just yet- and you were there, helping him up every time. You were persistent though, and you had carved a way into his heart as well. Yet it all remained unspoken. Logan was stubborn as a bull but so were you. You both carried on your daily routine, you took care of Charles, and you cooked and cleaned as well, while Logan worked, making money to keep food on the table, and afford Charles medicine.

There were moments though, soft moments with Logan that filled your heart. You always tried to make things easier on him, so that when he wasn’t working, he could truly rest. Sometimes, while you were preparing dinner, he’d come out of his room and sit with you, albeit silently. You could always feel his eyes on you even with your back turned but if you looked at him he’d look away. If you were in the living space, he’d sit out there with you, and if you caught him on a good day, you’d get some semblance of a conversation out of him.

One day, out of the blue, he had come up behind you, closer than you ever felt him before, so close that you could feel his breath on your neck and the heat radiating off of him. His hand came around you, resting on the hand that was holding a pepper that you were dicing. His hand was rough and dry, covered in calluses- yet it was so careful and so gentle as he rested it over yours. You’d stop, your breath hitching and your heart pounding in your chest at his proximity. Your eyes would flit to his hand on yours, and you would see the deep scars resting on his knuckles where the sharp, killer adamantium claws would unsheathe themselves, and you felt yourself having to resist the urge to kiss each scar. His thumb would brush over your hand, and he would lower his lips to your ear, his breath sending waves of goosebumps over your skin.

“Thank you.” He’d say in a low voice, deep and mesmerizing. “For all that you do around here.”

His scratchy beard would brush against your ear, as he turned his head, and pressed a kiss to your temple. He removed his hand from yours and left the area that was designated a kitchen in this old factory. You’d be left shaking, trying to catch your breath, not from fear, but just at the intimate moment he’d bless you with.

There were many moments like that, but he’d never talk about it, because anytime you bring it up, he’d make you shut up with just a firm stare, and it led to something unspoken. There were countless moments similar to that you shared with him, each one never leading into anything more. You never kissed (on the lips), you never had sex, you barely even had a hug from him. Logan though, the sly dog he was, always found a way to get his lips on you, whether it was the top of your head, your cheek, the palm of your hand, your shoulder- hell he even got the back of your neck once. It was teasing, giving you just barely a taste of what it could be like. You picked up on it not long ago. He’d come up when you were distracted, say something sweet, and get his lips on you somewhere, and then walk away. It filled you to the brim with frustration because it always made you want more, yet he’d never allow you to do anything to him. You tried. You’ve tried to peck his cheek, his hand, anything. You’ve tried to initiate conversations and intimacy, you tried to be as sly as he was- but he’d always shut you down. The point is, that he’s stubborn, and he refuses to accept any affection from you, in any shape, way, or form.

You practically worshipped Logan. He knew it too, there was no way he didn’t, with the yearning glances he catches from you, the way you’re so eager to help him, how you’d make his favorite meals, you’d pick up his favorite brand of cigars and leave it on his pillow for him to find when he comes home from work. You’d go out of your way to please him, and you knew him in every way that mattered. You didn’t need him to tell you how he was feeling because you could read his eyes easily. You knew that you could take good care of him. If only he’d let you.

It’s okay though. With the way you felt about him, you didn’t mind his stubborn ways. You didn’t mind everything being unspoken. You knew that you would slowly chip away at his adamantium skeleton eventually. He would break finally, and let you love him the way he deserves, the way he always deserved. You’ve come to the acceptance that Logan had been through years of hurt, and that he wasn’t going to open up overnight. So as much as you desired him, physically, emotionally, spiritually, you just hoped and you prayed to whoever was listening- that you’d get the chance to make him happy before the man got himself killed. Or being the adamantium killed him first

You stared at the door, willing it to open, for Logan to walk in, his usual self, exhausted and grumpy as he shed his jacket. You’d ask him about his night, and he’d answer gruffly on whether it was good or bad. If you were lucky, he’d tell you about some annoying ass customer he had, and you’d smile and laugh, and then he’d barely crack a smile, because he got to make you laugh, even if it was just a moment. There were a few times you’d seen a hint of that beautiful smile breaking through, and every single time it took your breath away.

You heard heavy footsteps, and you jumped up from your chair, almost knocking it down with how fast you moved, as you quickly ran to open the door and greet him.

You weren’t expecting this.

He looked terrible. Worse than you've ever seen him. His usually nice suit was practically torn to shreds, blood, and dirt staining the white dress shirt. The bags under his eyes were deeper and darker than they were when he left hours ago. His salt and pepper hair was a mess. You could see his hands were shaking terribly, and he was leaning to one side, barely able to put his full weight on the other side. He looked at you, exhausted, and almost desperate as he stepped inside. You covered your mouth with your hand.

“Lo- Logan! What happened?” You finally exclaimed, quickly going to his side, and helping him walk further into the room. You pulled out a chair from the table and helped him sit- pulling off his jacket- making him groan in pain just from moving his shoulders and arms as you slid the jacket down his arms. You discarded it to the side, still focused on him. He just leaned forward, not responding to your question. You could see the bruises along his neck- and that’s when you spotted the holes- bullet holes that littered through his torso, have created torn holes throughout. “Logan-” You gasped as you observed his whole self. He barely grunted in acknowledgement to you. This was exactly what you were afraid of, some days, he’d come home fine, just cranky, and others-...This was the worst you’d seen him, and it made you fear the worst, terrified now that even if he gets through this, what will happen next time? You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes, but you quickly swallowed them back, you couldn’t allow yourself to be overcome with emotion right now, especially since he needed you now. “Lo, C’mon.” You encourage, grabbing his arm to get him to stand. He wouldn’t at first, either because he was too weak, or he didn’t want to move. “Lo, baby, come on. Work with me here.” You said softly to him, and that seemed to reach him- as grunted, pushing himself off the chair- and you led him to the bathroom. You sat him on the toilet, while you turned to turn on the tap, letting it run to get warm, as you turned your attention back to Logan.

He had tipped his head back, leaning against the back of the toilet, arms hanging limply over his thighs. His mouth hung open just a bit, as he took shallow breaths, his chest rising and falling with each, an occasional grunt of pain escaping him. You clenched your fists, pushing back the emotion you felt, as you moved to unbutton his dress shirt. His hand came up quickly, grabbing your wrists- somehow managing to still be so gentle as he grabbed you, and stopped you from continuing, and you looked up at him. His eyes hung half open, looking down at you

“Lo, let me take care of you.” You say firmly, your eyes staring back piercingly at him. “Please-” You brought your free hand to his cheek. Your thumb softly stroked over his cheekbone, where a small bruise was painted, his eyes fluttered shut at your touch, and slowly he released his grip on your wrist.

You continued your mission. Carefully unbuttoning his dress shirt, you slid it down his arms in a similar fashion to his jacket. Next, you worked on the wife beater he wore underneath. You gently encouraged him to lift his arms upwards, allowing you to tear the ruined shirt from his skin. It made you gasp, seeing just how wrecked his torso was. You placed a hand over his chest gently, and his muscles flexed at your touch.

“Did you…Expel the bullets already?” You asked quietly. He grunted and nodded quietly. You nodded with him. Then you looked down at his pants and took a deep breath. You brought your hand down, resting it on his knee. “Is it okay if I… help take these off of you?” You ask quietly.

You could see his muscles flexing, tensing up, and holding like that. Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, but then he nodded, flooding you with relief that you hadn’t pushed his boundaries. You brought your hands to his buckle, slowly unbuckling it, pulling the leather belt open, and then you moved to unbutton his pants. Your hands were practically shaking as you did so, your mind was going far off into places it shouldn’t. To be honest, this wasn’t quite how you imagined taking his belt- or pants off for the first time. Yet the moment, while not quite what you imagined, felt intimate nonetheless. You looked up at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his breathing was deeper, but more practiced like he was telling himself to breathe, it almost seemed that his nerves at your actions matched your own. That’s when it hit you. Nothing about this was sexual. You and Logan had your feelings for each other, both physical and emotional, but that was something to be addressed at another time. At this moment, he just needed you, to be what you’ve always been for him so you came into his life- his reason to keep going. You kneeled, working on his shoes, pulling each one off, and then his socks. You helped him stand, as he leaned against you, and you pulled down his pants- and his boxers.

You kept your eyes away from that part of him, purely to be respectful. He hasn’t said anything, and you know he ain’t exactly shy. You wouldn’t want someone oogling at your body when you’re already in pain, and vulnerable, having to put your trust in someone taking care of you. Trust already wasn’t easy for Logan, and you weren’t about to break it or take advantage of it.

He stepped into the tub and lowered inside it with your help. He did his best to silence his grunts and groans, trying not to be loud for your sake, but the warm water both soothed and stunned his body. His open wounds, only just now starting to heal, began to bleed into the water, as well as the dirt that clung to the lower half of his body slowly washed off. You grabbed a rag, dunked it into the water, and looked at him. You knew this moment was pivotal to your relationship with Logan, and it wasn’t because he was sitting here naked in front of you, or that he allowed you to undress him. It was because he was finally, finally allowing you to take care of him, the way you always wanted. You knew you needed to be slow, and gentle with him, as you began to wash over him, starting with his face, then his shoulders, his back, and finally his chest. Slow, soft circles as you began to wash the blood, the dirt, and the sins off of him. The water had become so dirty, that you had to drain the bathtub and refill it again, just to wash over him once more, this time with soap, as you ran your hands through his hair, scrubbing his scalp, before moving down to his shoulders, massaging at the tense knots you felt there. Logan had leaned his entire body towards you as you worked him over, eyes closed, an occasional pleased groan escaping him, whenever your fingers ran through his hair, or your hands brushed soothingly over an aching spot.

“We’re almost done.” You say soothingly to him, as you squeeze the rag over his chest, excess water pouring out, washing away another layer of soap. “Then you can dry off, and get into bed, and rest. Okay?”

He turned his head to you. His eyes were more alert but relaxed.

“You shouldn’t have to do this.” He muttered lowly, examining the details of your face. “This isn’t right. You…You shouldn’t be taking care of me, sweetheart. I don’t deserve it.”

You looked at him, your expression turning into something soft. That’s why Logan refused you. He rejected your advances, all your attempts at getting close to him, because he didn’t believe he deserved it. You knew he struggled looking at himself like he was a good man, and you never understood why, because the Logan you knew, was a hero. Not because he served in wars, was a part of the xmen, and did all the glorious things that heroes did. He was a hero because despite all he went through, all the heartbreak and hurt- he still got up every day, and he took care of you. He took care of Charles. He kept enduring the hardships life threw at him- all for the sake of helping this one man, who saw potential in him and changed his whole life around. Logan could have left, he could have moved on from everything like he had for 200 years, but he stuck around for Charles, and you wondered if you’ve become a part of that reason too.

You brought your hand to his cheek, looking him in the eyes. “Yes, you do Lo.” You say softly. There was so much more you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He looked so exhausted, and so vulnerable. Now wasn’t the time for admitting feelings. “I want to do this. I want to take care of you, because you take care of me.”

There was a moment of silence.

Logan brought his hand up to yours that cupped your cheek, and closed his eyes as he savored your touch. You kept him going. He avoided letting you reciprocate his affections because he believed you deserved better, that he didn’t deserve you and the worship he saw in your eyes every time you looked at him. How many nights has he resisted the urge to go into your room, climb into your bed, and show you how he really felt for you; Even tonight, as he got the shit beaten out of him, he thought about you- and he knew he had to make it back because the idea of leaving you alone in this world was too much to bear. He couldn’t let your hands touch him, your lips on his skin because he carried too many sins with him, and he wouldn’t want to ruin the good he sees in you. Now though, as you carefully wash him, gentle, caring, worshiping with every brush of the washrag against his skin, he felt that maybe he got it wrong. Maybe, instead of him protecting you from his sins…You could wash away his sins, and create something new, all for you to do as you please.

Maybe now, he'll finally let you love him.

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yiichan · 6 months ago

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KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULT

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — just twelve days ago i'm still a blog with almost 0 interactions and less than 100 followers, and now it's going to reach 200 and people are interacting with me? please you guys are making me cry- so here is my present for you. just a drabble on how i think geto- i mean, jeonghan's thoughts on 'you', as a cult leader.

speical mention — @sousydive

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It fascinated Jeonghan how influential you were among his followers, how easily you captivated them without even trying. He had spent years building this web of loyalty and trust, spinning every word, every glance with precision. Yet you walked into his carefully constructed world and, without effort, turned it on its head.

It began with Wonwoo, the toughest nut to crack. Jeonghan had worked tirelessly to earn his trust, planting seeds of doubt and faith where needed, coaxing the stoic man into his fold. But then you arrived—childhood friends, you called yourselves—and everything shifted. Wonwoo softened in your presence, smiled more, and for the first time, seemed to prioritize someone other than Seungcheol.

Then there was Jihoon. Jeonghan had spent endless hours breaking down his defenses, dismantling the rigid beliefs that had shielded him. Jihoon was sweet but unyielding, a fortress Jeonghan had painstakingly breached. And yet, with you, it had taken mere moments. A conversation, a laugh, and Jihoon was yours.

Minghao was no different. Jeonghan had thought the perceptive man would see through you, would remain immune. But even Minghao wasn’t spared. Jeonghan saw the way Minghao’s sharp eyes softened when they landed on you, the way his body leaned ever so slightly in your direction whenever you spoke.

It infuriated Jeonghan.

And yet, it enthralled him.

What was your secret? How did you manage to do what had taken him years? You weren’t calculating, weren’t manipulative. You didn’t need to be. Your charm was effortless, natural. It made Jeonghan question himself, his methods, everything he had built.

It made him envy you.

But more than envy, Jeonghan found himself drawn to you. He told himself it was curiosity, a desire to uncover your secrets and make you his. But it was more than that. He wanted to understand you, to unravel you, to possess you.

You were dangerous, and that thrilled him.

For the first time, Jeonghan felt outsmarted, outshined. It sent a cold rush of fear through him, but alongside it, a darker thrill. He wondered—how would it feel to have you under his control? To see those captivating eyes look at him with reverence? To have you hang on his every word, obey his every command?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a strange mix of dread and desire.

What would it take, he wondered, to make you worship him? To see you kneel before him, not out of love but devotion, the way his followers did?

The idea sent goosebumps rippling across his skin.

Jeonghan smiled to himself, a slow, serpentine grin.

Perhaps you were a challenge. But every challenge could be overcome. And when he did, oh, how sweet it would be.

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witchwithapen · 1 year ago

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A Wasteland Reunion

Summary: It's been more than 200 years since you've last seen your cowboy. Pairing: Cooper Howard x Reader Word Count: 1,070 (a drabble? what's that?) Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing, A/N: Part of The Cowboy & The Movie Star series, a part 2 if you will. Let me know what y'all would like to see from this series. What snapshots would y'all like to see?

I do NOT consent to my work being translated or published onto third party sites - including AO3 and Wattpad.

A layer of dirt and grime covered every surface of the Red Rocket Gas Station. Outside the sun blazed down, covering the Wasteland in a blazing heat. The wind gave an occasional whistle as it blew more dirt into the gas station’s broken windows. Though you were paying attention to none of that, you were focused on the sound that should not be there.

The thumping of heavy footsteps on broken concrete.

So with your back against the checkout counter you reload your gun and cussed Ma June. If this ‘simple favor’ didn’t kill you, you were going to ring the older lady’s neck.

As the heavy steps get closer your finger tightens around the trigger of your gun. The old bell chimes above the door and heavy footfalls turn into light steps as the newest customer to the Red Rocket navigates around the debris littering the floor. The footsteps grow quieter as the person heads towards the other end of the gas station.

Taking the opportunity, you slowly crawl towards the open door a few feet to your right. The manager’s office was threadbare, a simple desk and chair sat in the middle of the room with a few filing cabinets sitting behind the desk. It did not offer many hiding places, however you had no interest in hiding. You were interested in getting the piece of tech Ma June was searching for and getting the hell out of the Red Rocket.

After waiting a moment, with bated breath for the sound of footsteps to draw closer. You were surprised when they never did, coming to the conclusion that the person must have left. Likely abandoning their search when they came up empty handed. Not that you minded, The less people here, the less bullets you would have to use to make it back to Filly.

Pushing the other person from your mind, you began going through the drawers of the desk. Where you found a handful of plastic forks, a loose cigarette and four caps. With another glance to the open door and a pause to listen for steps, you turned your attention to the filing cabinets behind you.

The first cabinet was a bust, holding nothing but trash. You had moved onto the second cabinet, only starting to pull the first drawer out when the hairs on the back of your neck rose and a pit of dread opened in your stomach. Before you could turn to inspect, the hammer of a pistol was pulled back. The click echoed off the walls of the dusty gas station.

“My, my,” A low voice drawled out behind you. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ all alone out here?”

The voice was low, gravely, distinctly a man’s voice. It trickled down your spine like ice water, setting off every nerve ending within you. But deep down, there was a familiarity in the voice. A familiarity that had your heart tightening in your chest.

“Just surviving,” you replied., hand tightening around your own pistol. “Wasteland’s a rough place.”

You tried to keep your voice level, not wanting to give away any of your intentions or give the stranger a reason to pull his trigger. At this point you were ready to call this mission a bust, sure that the tech Ma June was after was not worth your life.

“Stand up, leave your gun on the ground” the man demanded, leaving no room for arguments.

Complying with the man, you left your gun in the dirt and stood. Muscles aching and protesting from being squatted for so long. Once fully stood you began to turn around. Wanting to see the man who was likely going to shoot you down.

The man, no, the ghoul in front of you was menacing from looks alone. A long, leather trench coat covered the rest of his outfit, an ammo belt stretched across his chest, and a weathered cowboy hat was pulled low on his head. A sneer stretched his lips across yellowing teeth and fire burned in deep brown eyes.

As you locked eyes with the Ghoul a weight of emotions crashed into your chest. If silence hadn’t consumed the gas station you would have thought he shot you.

“Cooper?” The name fell from your lips before you could stop it.

The sound bubbled in the space between the two of you. Growing with the tension in the room before popping with a deep growl from the man.

Quicker than you could realize, he was on you. A heavy arm pushing against your throat as he slammed you against the hard metal cabinets behind you. A handle dug harshly into your hip, surly going to leave a bruise. However, you could not find it in you to care. Not when Cooper Howard was standing before you two hundred years after you had seen him last. Two hundred years after you were sure he had died.

“How do you fuckin; know that name?” He growled, pushing his forearm harder against your throat.

“Coop, please,” You coughed out, struggling to breath past the pressure Cooper was putting on your neck. “It’s me.”

His eyes darkened, a predator staring down at you. “Bullshit.”

The arm not holding you to the cabinets began to raise, The metal of his gun was cold as he placed it to your temple.

“I’m only gonna ask one more time.” He pulled the hammer back with a sickening click. “How do you know that name and why are you wearing her fuckin’ face?”

He was nearly shouting at the end of his question. Fury beginning to take over his composure.

Knowing you only had one more chance to prove to Cooper that you were standing in front of him, you dug into your memories with Cooper. Going back to a place you had long wished to go back to.

“I told you I loved you for the first time the day the bombs dropped,” you choked around the words, “I had a meeting at the studio and you were getting ready for a birthday party. We were standing in the driveway and you were wearing that damn cowboy getup, but I couldn’t wait anymore so I blurted it out.”

The fire in his eyes diminished as another emotion took over. With a small sigh, your name escaped his lips in a whisper. Like a prayer he had long since forgotten.

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raincloudsxrandomness · 3 months ago

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How I Tag Fanfics By Word Count

Tagging Fanfics By Length/Word Count:

Drabble - exactly 100 words

Double Drabble - exactly 200 words

(Relaxed) Drabble - anything less than 500 words

Pentadrabble - exactly 500 words

Ficlet - usually around 500 to 1000 words

One Shot - at least 1000 words

Short Fic - 1000 to 15,000 words

Mid Fic - 15,000 to 25,000 words

Long Fic - over 25,000 words

Epic Fic - usually more than 200,000 words

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daetko · 11 months ago

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CASTLE ARCHITECTS ; send me a character and i’ll write a fluff drabble about building sandcastles together!

could i request denki one ples and thankyou 🫶🫶

AND HI TALIA CONGRATULATIONS ON 200!! YAYZIES!! in your inbox now like i said i would be 😈😈

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⛱️ castle architects ; denki kaminari

⊱ cw ; gn reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, 980 words

⊱ a/n ; HELLOOOO STAROOMF!!! thank you for it request and sorry if it took too long i’m on vacay rn :,) i wrote this on a roadtrip tho so i had a little fun with it, i hope it meets your expectations! i feel like this and the touya one can do great as fanfics too!

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the ride to the beach wasn’t the most enjoyable to say the least, with your boyfriend fast asleep and drooling on your shoulder. it was a 45 minute bus ride, and barely seven minutes in, there he was—blonde hair tousled, leaning against you with a small stream of drool tickling your bare skin, making you shiver.

however, as soon as the bus arrived, it was like he’d never been asleep at all, all excited and bursting with energy. he leaped off the bus with a grin, taking off his shirt mid run and diving straight into the water with sero and kirishima. you chased after him, stopping at the shore, watching as he resurfaced gasping for air , shivering from the cold of the water. sighing, you watched as he approached you, all pouty and quivering, before you took his hand and walked him back to your deckchairs.

“I told you to wait, ‘ki. you jumped into the water without any sunscreen or even taking a cold shower first, and now you’re complaining about the cold,” you scolded, rolling your eyes as you looked down at your pouting wet cat of a boyfriend. with a sigh, you wrapped a towel around him like a baby, and he tilted his head, extending his neck in a silent plea for a kiss. you did so with a quick cheek peck before getting up.

“sunscreen,” he mumbled, still shivering. you paused and blinked at him for a moment as you reached into your bag for the sunscreen. “are you warm yet?” you asked, receiving a nod in response. gently, you removed the towel and started applying sunscreen to his back, then moved to his stomach, legs, and finally his face, placing with a soft kiss on his lips when you were done.

somehow, just a minute later, the two of you were sprawled out on the sand, trying to shape it into a base for your sandcastle. your efforts however, were less than successful—horribly failing— at least only you were. when you glanced over at denki’s side, it was flawless. “what the— how the hell are you already done?” you asked, genuinely taken aback. he shrugged, a confused expression crossing his face. “It’s easy? No?”

you stared at him with disbelief, then turned your gaze back to your own sandcastle, trying to reshape it to match his. denki was already finishing up the first floor of his sandcastle while had you barely started. glancing over at his castle and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was secretly some sort of architecture prodigy. “denki. denki kaminari. where’d you learn this from.” your voice was filled with genuine curiosity.“Huh? it’s really easy… you just gotta do this…” his hands were moving skillfully through the sand, “then that,” sweeping his finger across a perfectly smooth line of damp sand “and then… just like that!” he finished with a wide, proud smile as he completed the base of the castle. you were baffled yet so captivated. you found it cute how he just has these random skills he never talks about or didn’t probably even realize he has. your moment of admiration was interrupted, however, by the mischievous grin spreading across his face. oh no no no, you knew that look all too well. “a little zap! you know, for added effects, and to make our castle the greatest in the history of this beach!” he declared, giggling like a maniac with his index finger pointed up, ready to use his quirk. you sighed for the umpteenth time as you knew there was no talking him out of this. you backed away slightly as he put his finger through the opening at the top of the castle and “1 Million Vol—“ “denki. you’ll zap up the whole beach.” you said flatly, cutting him off. he pouted but unwillingly toned it down, releasing just a small spark of electricity through his finger. “WOAHHHHH!!!! I DID THAT!!!” he shouted, eyes sparkling with excitement. “i didn’t think about this!” you said, equally excited looking at the formerly sand, now glass sandcastle. it only makes sense, sand becomes glass when faced with high temperatures, such as electricity. though the smiles and sparkles didn’t last long when your boyfriend wanted to readjust his position and accidentally knocked the glass castle over with his toe, shattering it into pieces.

“Fatass toe.” “SHUT UP! i’m really upset about this y/nnn” he whined, his voice filled with more sass than you’d ever heard, as he sulked on the bus ride home. you scoffed, with a faint smile.

the glass castle was cool though.

getting to the other requests soon i love u all mwah mwah mwah

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eilinelsghost · 2 months ago

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First Lines Tag

Thank you to @sallysavestheday and @thelordofgifs for the tag!

The task: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Keeping Sally's addition that you can also post the first line of your last several chapters, for those of us longfic folks.

1. Seedlings II: Drabbles and Ficlets 2025 (G: 200 words) Finrod and Hüor chat over breakfast

“I have managed a hidden kingdom well enough, but I confess the making of a secret one has ever eluded me.”

2. Now Ringed About With Wolves (G: 613 words) Finduilas and Gildor make trouble after the coup.

Finduilas sat silently, hands upon her knees, back straight, her eyes placid as she gazed over the Hall.

3. Blade's Peril (G: 12k words) Finrod joins the awkward family reunion in Estolad and also has a little too much fun learning an Atani drinking game.

Nóm had arrived with all the speed of a gale, galloping ahead of the Guard like an arrow loosed from their bows, and did not slow till Váya was within twenty paces of the palisade.

4. Appendix: Atandil (G: TBD) If you're ever going to indulge in an Appendix for fanfic, Tolkien fanfic seems like the place to do this.

THE GODS OF THE WROTENNE (BËORIANS) Melishk || The goddess of earth: together with Guënid, she created the world from clay and formed humans from the same.

5. Far Have You Roamed (T: 12.7k) The start of the aforementioned awkward family reunion, wherein we take the "never returned to Estolad" quote to mean specifically "returning to live there" because it's way more fun to have family drama.

The fields stretched out before them, a sea of purple rippling against their horses’ legs.

6. Then Love Like Dawn Awakens (T: 1.6k) After Balan recovers from an illness, Finrod takes him up onto the Taur-en-Faroth to sit amid the autumn foliage. Based on this lovely art.

Autumn came early that year, its riot of golds and ruddy bronze sweeping through the Hills of the Hunters and leaving them draped like golden filigree above the Narog’s gorge.

7. Now the World Runs On Swiftly (G: 8.6k) Finrod attempts to bring Balan to Menegroth as emissary of the Edain, the Girdle does not approve, and Finrod has words with Thingol on the matter.

Váya’s coat shimmered like mist as she moved beneath the tall beeches.

8. In Memory to Dwell (G: 5.5k) TRSB fic in which Finrod and Finarfin grapple with the toll the First Age has left upon them.

Finarfin watched the gull move along the shore. It hopped back and forth between the waterline and the larger crags, collecting a hoard of mussels in the shade and pecking lightly at each, a meticulous rite as though determining which might hold the choicest meat.

9. The Warning Sounds Too Late (T: 6.2k) Ye olde family dinner installment in which some of the Finwëan grandchildren gather in Dorthonion to celebrate Finrod and Angrod.

“Blessed was the joining of your forbearers’ souls, and blessed are we by the fruit of their labor.” Eldalótë stood at one corner of the table with a slim chalice raised in salute, first to the king at her left, then to her husband at the foot of the table. “May joy be upon what joy hath wrought!”

10. These Echoes We Have Left (T: 13.6k) Flirting, arguing, orcs, capture, rescue, flirting again. A day in the life of the guys.

If it had not been for the berries, his temper would have held.

Tagging in @welcomingdisaster, @melestasflight, @searchingforserendipity25, @that-angry-noldo, @thescrapwitch, @emyn-arnens, @grey-gazania, @swanmaids, and anyone else who would like to join in!

#tumblr games #my fic #finrod #bëor #gildor #finduilas #huor #finarfin

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 1 year ago

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Tattooed

A/N: A Dean Drabble requested by @wings-of-a-raven to help me write... SOMETHING. Thank you for the prompt baby, ILY

W/C: More than the 200 words requested, but less than 500

@kazosa @lovealways-j @deanwinchesterswitch

Summary: Dean takes you to get ink

“Sweetheart, I promise you, it’s not going to hurt.”

“Doubtful,” you muttered as you looked out the passenger window of the Impala, watching the buildings slowly going by on Main Street.

Dean pondered your response and cleared his throat. “Alright, well… it won’t hurt as bad as a demon using you as a meat suit.”

You turned and gave him a rueful glare before looking back out the window as Dean maneuvered his baby into an empty spot in front of the neon sign that flashed “TATTOOS”.

“Besides, I don’t know why you’re acting so afraid of a little pinch. I’ve seen you get tossed across the room half a dozen times. Watched your bones break and still pulled off beheading a vamp. Hell, last month alone I sewed you up at least five times, and you didn’t flinch. Once.”

“I know… this is just… different.”

Dean turned off the Impala while his gaze continued straight ahead. “That’s crap. There’s a reason you’re scared and I wanna know why.” He turned to look at you. When you didn’t acknowledge him, he gently took your chin between his fingers and guided your face so you would be looking at him. “C’mon, I thought we were past all this and that you trusted us. Trusted me.”

“I do trust you, Dean. This just feels so permanent.”

Dean snorted a laugh and sighed. “Well, yeah. Tattoos are pretty permanent.”

“No… I mean getting this tattoo is a permanent link to hunting; to living this crazy ass life that I don’t know if I am ready to live. Also,” you paused, knowing the ridicule you were about to endure, “I hate needles, a lot.”

"C'mon, I promise you everything will be okay. And ya know, if you ARE in pain afterwards, I have plenty of ways to keep you distracted." Dean paused, a devilish smirk on his lips.

That smile–there was no way you could resist it. You slid closer to him, your fingers lightly stroking the back of his neck and your lips hovering close to his. "Would you even do that thing I love?" You asked softly, raising a seductive brow.

"God yes."

"Okay," you whispered, then kissed him tenderly. "Let's get this over with so we can get home and you can take care of me."

You glided your hand down his arm, and to the top of his thigh. Just the hint of of what was to come made his jeans snug.

"Heh, yeah… um, why don't you head on in. I'm gonna need a minute."

Unable to hide your amusement, you got out of the car, paused, and bent down to say one last thing before closing the door.

"Just for the record, I'm scared to death of this life, but it's worth every second, long as I do it with you."

With that, you closed the car door and headed in, ready to be branded a hunter for life.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn fics #ramble on

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solifloris · 6 months ago

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2024 fics in review ; aka, a chronological breakdown -> overall thoughts -> summary -> highlights, of all the writing i've done in 2024 !! <3 thank you for the tag @starmocha! <3 (you can view her post here! :D)

this was vvvv cool and fun to do hehe so im also tagging @reilemon @rafayelsheart @always-just-red + any other writers who may want to join in, just in case you guys might want to do it too !!! (no pressure though <3333)

Total number of fics: 47

Total word count: 142,420 (a rough estimate!)

Chronological Breakdown:

including fics, chapters, and formally-formatted hc posts. not including unformatted hc posts, rps, nor character analyses.

January

"awaken (hold my hand)" | ffxvi | 4k words (i did still want to include jan here because i did write one fic, but it's part of a paid project and unfortunately i won't be able to share the piece anywhere until feb ><)

February

March

April

June

July

August

October

November

December

Overall Thoughts:

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY MORE oh my gosh. i knew i had a hyperfixation on lnds, but this is sincerely the most i've ever written for a fandom ??!! for comparison i wrote maybe like 10-ish in 2023 for various fandoms, and maybe like.... 25-or-so (give or take) for haikyuu once upon a time (though one of them was a multichaptered fic)... THIS, though?! absolute insanity omfg i never thought i could write this much in a year, and holy cannoli i really almost made it to at least one fic a month ?!

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

you'd never believe me but. UHH.. SMUT, I GUESS? i mean, i've written like 1-2 smut fics before this year, but i didn't think i'd be writing this much of it LMFAO HGKJDFGKJ AND,,, HONESTLY yeah the love and deepspace fandom in general WHKJDF i did NOT expect to get this attached to the game, usually i don't tend to write for otome games? but this one had me in a CHOKEHOLD and i cant escape omg

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

oh geez just ONE....!!! nooo it's too hard !!!!!!!! i'll go with my top three instead, in order, but they're actually all quite close together and i'm really proud of them :> (1) your highness, believe me. ; (2) don't let me love you ; (3) every word feels like a shooting star

Did you take any writing risks this year?

a LOT. like i mentioned, it's not like i was,,, super super experienced in writing smut before this, or anything? and i thought it'd be like a one-off fic once in a blue moon, because i definitely didn't start out all super comfy with writing it LMAO so i'd consider starting an nsfw-fic blog a risk? (i just wanted an occasional outlet, you know?) but WELL. LOOK WHERE WE ARE NOW (if you look through my writing chronologically... honestly... looking back im not super proud of my older fics LMAO you can def see the improvement there i think)

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

PHEW I HAVE. THE UNHEALTHY HABIT OF TAKING ON SEVERALLLLLLLLLLLL NEW IDEAS ALL AT ONCE. I HAVE LIKE. DOZENS OF WIPS AND TO-WRITE-FICS (ok maybe not dozens, i CHECKED and it's about... nine) and the thing is i also love getting ideas??? so i HOPE to balance this moving forward omg and,,, that i can actually (1) get through all pending requests and (2) write that kieran series to my heart's content

From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year:

honestly? i'd tie between "your highness, believe me." (xavier) and "don't let me love you" (kieran), because i'm super extremely happy with how those came out !!! like they're those kind of fics that just,,, i look at them and sometimes i can't believe i wrote them WHNJVFDKJ

My most popular story of this year:

so including headcanons, then most definitely my "somnophilia" post WHKGSJDG it was at like 9k-ish notes the last time i checked (last month)???? absolutely INSANE to me because i didn't think it was my best writing (plus it's SO short?!), but it makes me happy to see it so well-received !!!!!!!!! if it's just actual fics though, there's "youtiful" (rafayel) at 1.4k notes !!!!! <3

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

oh geez i think i'll actually say "begin again", but also at the same time i'd understand why that is, considering jeremiah is a side character and not one of the LI's? i do think i wrote it pretty well though and regardless i do wish it reached a wider audience ngl HWFKSJNG if i had to choose from the fics i have of the LI's though, i think i'd go for "every word feels like a shooting star" !!! purely because it is a 13k words+ fic, and it did take me quite a lot of time to write, that i wish it got a little more engagement hehe (the same for "your highness, believe me." at 9.7k) but THAT'S TO SAY, I'M STILL SUPER GRATEFUL FOR ALL AND ANY OF THE SUPPORT I'VE GOTTEN NONETHELESS !!!! <333

Most fun story to write:

"don't let me love you" IMMEDIATE ANSWER because THAT. was the most fun i had writing FOR THE WHOLE ENTIRE YEAR oh god whgddnkf i wrote that during entrance exam season?! my exam kept getting postponed due to typhoons, and i was like fuck that and wrote this in probably like.... two days or so HGSKNDV i had SO much fun with it, like a piece of comfort for me <3

Story with the single sexiest moment:

personal opinion i'm torn between "i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands" and "muse" which............. coincidentally are both rafayel fics whoopsie HGSNKDVMDHG i'm actually not very sure what others would choose though, but i did see "pulse" (zayne) and "pretty girl" (l&k) quite well-received !! (the tags were fun to read hehe)

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

HM,,,,,, I DON'T PARTICULARLY THINK I'VE WRITTEN ANYTHING REALLY INTENSE SO FAR................... but i do know that "candy" was a stretch that some people weren't happy with (because. you know. candy.), "red lights" was definitely on the more intense side at least out of the fics that i do have, and "muse" (the paintbrush scene.......) had some people pretty shocked lmfaooooo BUT UH,,, CAN'T HELP MUCH i tend to write on the fluffier vanilla side of things GHKSDJG

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:

"youtiful" (rafayel), "youtiful" (xavier)! really had to do some digging for rafayel's so i could get his personality right for it, and i do have to say that writing it made me appreciate his character more! xavier's had me focusing more on the shining traces card which i'm not super fond of because i get sensitive to anger and there was quite a bit of it in that card, but i did get to appreciate the exploration of the whys and hows of his anger, which in turn made me appreciate him even more, too! (funny... after misty silhouette...)

Hardest story to write:

ANY of zayne's fics that i've written, but ESPECIALLY "if i can have you" (dawnbreaker) ... because oh geez. i say this ALL the time but i get SUCH perfectionist tendencies whenever i write him, like i never feel satisfied with how i portray him and sometimes i'd just rather not write rather than write something i feel is a lackluster portrayal of his character, you know? i love him to death, all of you know this, but writing for him does take a toll out of me x_x

Biggest disappointment:

nothing really comes to mind immediately i think...? i'm pretty happy with the things i've written and all the support i've been getting! if i'm disappointed, it's mostly because . i do owe . quite a number of requests HWFJVNSKDJGNKSVJ I'M SOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY I DIDN'T THINK I'D BE BAD AT GETTING THROUGH REQS BUT WE'RE GOING TO GRIND ON THEM THIS MONTHHHHHHHHH

Biggest surprise:

everyone's support honestly omfgggggggggg i feel like a broken record but really truly i never thought i'd be receiving so much love from everyone. i started this blog very much on a whim, didn't even expect to be active on it????? but waaaaah it makes me incredibly happy sharing little pieces of myself with you all, and hearing it offer comfort, or joy, and all the little things!!

Most unintentionally telling story:

HMMMMMMMMMMM. either "begin again" (jeremiah), "youtiful" (zayne), or "youtiful" (xavier)! those three are very personal to me and also my own personal comfort fics!!! though... they were written intentionally to be personal fics? i'm not sure if i've found which fics of mine are unintentionally telling.... but lemme know which ones you think so, i guess!! :>

Highlights + Wrap-up:

5 Favourite Opening Lines:

1. "You knew well what it was like to drown. The tilt of his head, the subtle tug of the corner of his lips—his eyes were half-lidded, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. But whether from amusement or sheer exasperation at your lack of response, you couldn’t quite tell anymore. You’d been trapped in his allure from the start—there was no more escaping. You knew well what it was like to drown." - once upon a december

2. "This was how it was to be in love with you. The sweet smell of roses, a walk under the cherry tree…. The calm breeze of morning and soft, fresh linen sheets. Sunlight peeking in through the window, pages of a book. Of words that could mean more to him than he could ever think to describe." - to love you more

3. "It was like stardust. Speckles of light gathered around his figure, illuminated in such a glow that wouldn’t dare allow you to look away. If a few moments ago he’d brought you out for a walk under the stars, that view of the sky was nothing compared to the view in front of you now." - the stars are jealous knowing you're by my side

4. "You don't fall in love with someone in the span of a few days. It didn’t work that way—love was a fickle emotion; complicated, unpredictable… terrifying. To approach it meant silent steps. It meant biding your time, holding out your hand, moving forward little by little…" - if i can have you

5. "You’d made many mistakes over the course of your life—some, then, including the ones you’d made tonight." - kiss me or leave me

[honorable mention]: "The fact of the matter was this: Blankets were comfortable." - sunday morning

5 Favourite Closing Lines:

1. "The moonlight illuminated many things. Now, it cast both your bodies in an ethereal glow, settled together in an intimate, loving embrace." - pulse

2. "The warmth of his words, blending in with his familiar, most precious nickname for you, had you easily forgetting whatever trepidations you had in your heart. Maybe, you thought, whatever came with this new door in your relationship was worth it—especially if you could be in his arms the way you were now, listening closely to the lull of his heartbeat." - treacherous

3. "To be loved is to be seen. And he sees you, and you see him. To you, there's no greater love than that." - to be loved is to be seen

4. "His eyes fell closed. This time, he felt—this was a promise he could make for you. This time, knowing he had you, he thought… Perhaps, he could. "…Mhm. Rest now,” he whispered. “And I’ll be by your side. Always."" - every word feels like a shooting star

5. "“I believe you. I do, and I will, and you—you will be my Queen. I will make sure of it. Beside me, with me.” A slow, shaky breath— “Your Highness, believe me.” - your highness believe me.

5 Favorite Lines from Anywhere:

1. "And I love you became goodnight; I love you became stay; I love you became come back; I love you became come with me. It became a glance. It became a touch, it became the tug of your hand. It became gentle ruffles of your hair, it became smiles, it became laughs, it became—you. Love became you." - every word feels like a shooting star

2. "“If your vow is to protect me,” he murmured, “then mine is to protect you. If your vow is to love me… then, so, too, will my vow be to love you. You are not behind me. You’re with me.”" - your highness, believe me.

3. "The music had since been long forgotten. Familiar, yet faded within distant memory, as the world, once more, became filled with you." - every word feels like a shooting star

4. "All fragrant perfumes as petals unfurl one by one, a sea of beautiful pinks and reds enough to blind you into their allure and have you bleed—you had always felt this way. Every rose had their thorns; and you’d just never learned to love… without them." - begin again

5. ""Don't let me love you." You could hear it in the way he kissed you, the way he moved against you, the way he almost seemed to have lost any control he had in his body and his only thought was to consume you. "Don't let me love you." But it was too late." - don't let me love you

Fic-writing goals for 2025:

i should organize my wips and actually finish them </3 IM ALSO GOING TO WHFKSJDNGK GET THROUGH REQUESTS I PROMISE OMG. IVE TAKEN FOREVER FOR SOME OF THEM IM SO SORRY

#STARTED THIS LAST NIGHT N IM FINISHING IT OFF THIS MORNING :>#WHOAH i didnt expect for me to havE WRITTEN THIS MUCH WJFJSKGJDJ SEEING THE NUMBERS IS CRAZY #this was so nice to do omg ty for the tag xiu ilysm <3333 #rose talks 🌹#tagged <3 #solifloris writes 🌹

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umem1ya · 9 months ago

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━ Please do not repost or edit those anywhere without my permission! ━ Feel free to scroll through all my works, mass like/rb, etc. ━ drabbles ❈; smau ✧

# WINDBREAKER

✧ ACTING STRANGELY; you're were out with friends and they aren't themselves around you. (MULTI)

✧ STILL LOVE YOU; you want more than just your stuff back, but man, are you two messy. (JO TOGAME)

✧ POST-BREAKUP; reaching out for your ex. (MULTI)

✧ WHATEVER YOU NEED; reader who is terrified of needles. (HAJIME UMEMIYA)

✧ MY MISTAKE!! ; when you accidentally text them about your crush. (MULTI)

✧ I LOVE YOU; the first "I love you" in your relationship. (MULTI)

✧ SECRECY; when your relationship isn't exactly public yet. (MULTI)

❈ UMEMIYA THOUGHTS; drabbles, ramblings, less then 1k word stuff

> "I'm back" + chapter 155 feels | ~100 words. > smiling kisses + pure fluff | ~200 words. > kissing scars + slightly suggective | ~300 words.

# JUJUTSU KAISEN

✧ GOODBYE; texting your s/o after they are gone. (MULTI)

# TBA

#e.txt #one day I'll write a smau with sashisu as cannon and then I'll peak mark my words #also wanna add vinland saga so bad but anyway

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kyluxshortshorts · 19 days ago

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[Prompt List] [Guidelines] [Rolling Rules] [FAQ] [AO3 Collection]

What is Kylux Short Shorts?

Kylux Short Shorts is an event organized by @fridayincarnate and @jaynesilver to encourage the creation of fanworks featuring Armitage Hux and Kylo Ren (as well as their adjacents) from Star Wars. The focus of the event is meant to be short works - for writers, this means works under 2k in length; for artists, this means sketches and creations that took less than 200 minutes.

When is Kylux Short Shorts 2025?

Monday July 7th - Sunday July 13th!

How short is short?

We accept anything from drabbles and sketches up through short fics of about 2k words or creations that take under 200 minutes. Obviously, we’re not looking over your shoulder with a stopwatch, and the word limit is more of a suggestion than a hard cutoff. The length limits are intended to free you to make things that don’t have to be epic in scope or perfectly polished, not to make you feel restricted.

For an added layer of fun and chaos, you can leave it to chance and decide your wordcount/time limit by rolling the dice! See rolling guidelines for details.

How do the prompts work?

There are a total of two prompts per day of the event (Saturday and Sunday also include a bonus prompt!). While the prompts are organized into specific days, participants are free to use any prompt in any order or combination. If you tag us, we will reblog what you’ve posted to the main KyluxShortShorts account - if you have posted on AO3, please submit your work to our Collection.

Does my work need to fulfill both prompts?

Nope!

Oh no! I missed the day of the prompt. Can I still post my work late?

Yep! No worries. We will continue to reblog and leave the AO3 collection open after the end of the event. Just make sure to tag @kyluxshortshorts and use the #kylux short shorts 2025 hashtag so we see it.

What is this about dice rolling?

Who doesn’t love rolling dice and consequence-free gambling? (Except for Hux, and we didn’t ask him. Kylo loves rolling dice.) The dice rolling rules are an additional challenge that you do not have to do in order to participate in the event. If you don’t wish to roll, you don’t have to - we’d simply ask that you keep your works short to stay with the general spirit of the event. Please see the rolling guidelines for further information.

Who can participate?

Anyone who wants to! Literally—although this comes with the caveat that participants or entries that violate the event guidelines will not be reblogged to the event account or added to the AO3 collection.

What kind of work is allowed? Do you accept NSFW?

Kylux Short Shorts accepts fanworks of any kind and any rating provided that they are tagged or flagged (see below for tagging guidelines). In the spirit of encouraging new short works, please avoid reposts of old work, AI-generated entries, or copies of others’ work.

Is there an alternate hosting platform for the kind of NSFW artwork prohibited by tumblr community guidelines?

Post a censored or cropped version of the piece here on Tumblr with a link to the external host (we currently recommend BlueSky), and ping @kyluxshortshorts so it can be reblogged to the event account!

My work wasn’t reblogged to the event account!

Oh no! There’s always a chance of things slipping through the cracks with events like these, so if this happens to you please reach out! While it’s likely that your work is in the queue, it’s also possible that it didn’t show up in the tag search, that the event account wasn’t properly pinged, or that the post or work violated the event guidelines in some way. Drop an ask with a link to your post and we’ll figure it out!

Does the event account have a tag structure that can be used for blacklisting certain content warnings or viewing specific types of work?

Fanworks reblogged to the main event account will be tagged according to the AO3 archive warnings. NSFW content is accepted. Mature works will be tagged #rating: M and explicit works will be tagged #rating: E. (See here for the distinction between M and E.) Any additional tagging or content warnings beyond those listed here are welcomed but not required.

#rating: M

#rating: E

#graphic depictions of violence

#major character death

#noncon

#underage

#creator chose not to warn

Posts are also tagged for organization purposes as either #fanart, #fanfiction, #moodboard, or #machinima (additional tags TBA if other types of work are submitted), as well as with the year of the event and the prompt used for the entry.

I have a different question!

Awesome! Send in an ask so you can get an answer! All answered questions will be tagged #faq.

#kylux short shorts 2025 #faq

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elluqien710 · 1 month ago

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my questionable writing speed

For some context, I have considered writing as a passion of mine about 3 years now, depending on when you count. I used to write all the time, but then I got the biggest writing block of my life and stopped for a year.

Then, about a few months ago, I started writing again...so, as in "I stopped writing for a year" I mean, "I stopped actually writing for a year."

....so during my huge writing block, I was watching a lot of youtube videos about creative writing instead of, like, actually writing. Anything.

So it's been a year. I finally started writing again.

I pick up my previously-abandoned WIP---a fantasy/adventure novel that, once finishing the improvised and i-just-went-with-it-with-no-plan-whatsoever-and-thus-has-too-many-plot-holes-to-count rough draft, I had given up on.

But no longer! I had learned a lot about creative writing, and have surely matured as a writer! I read through the plot and the 110,000 word manuscript.

....and it was just as, if not even more, trashy than I had remembered.

After trying to simply adjust the plot, I realized it was beyond repair, so decided to rewrite the whole plot from scratch.

So, here I am. After [insert an embarrassing, considerably longer amount of time than planned] outlining, I started writing the first few chapters.

...and I realized it took me five hours to write a single chapter.

Now, I have no idea how long people usually take to write a chapter, but I was very sure that I used to be able to write 3 chapters in one sitting. Three. In like one sitting.

And so I'm staring at my manuscript, and questioning myself, like, "what the heck happened in the time span I stopped writing?"

I plopped into the middle of the May 2025 drabble challenge by @thedrabblecollective a few days ago, and I worked on one of the prompts.

I was doing 2 drabbles per prompt, so, pfft, it'll be quick warm up, right? A simple and fun challenge that'll take a quick amount of time.

Right?

Wrong.

Ok, so I finish the drabbles, I look up at the clock, and it's already midnight. Which meant that I spent an HOUR writing 200 words.

This was even slower than my already slow average. As mentioned before, I usually take five hours to write one chapter, which is typically 4,000 words for me. So that's 800 words per hour.

I mean, the 100 word limit, no more, no less, for each drabble was being a challenge for me, but still. I was writing 4x slower than usual.

sorry, I went on a bit of a ramble, but.

WHAT IS UP WITH MY WRITING SPEED I AM AS SLOW AS A LITERAL SNAIL. HELP

#aaaaaa #whyyyy #what happeneddddd #i am taking so long to writeeeeeee #i'm curious #how long does it usually take for you guys to write a chapter #define how long your typical chapter is #i need to know if my speed is concerning #because i am very concerned right now #writing #writeblr #creative writing #writers #i am a writer 🥲#writing speed #i am a slow writer #my post

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 11 Jun 2025

Back in a slump after a small burst of inspiration. I touched 3 fics (1 new and 2 WIPs) for a total of 894 words this week. :: shrug::

On Ao3, I posted:

Typos and Innuendos - WinterIron workplace UST

A Pirate’s Life for Them - Tony & Rhodey MIT era shenanigans

I’m juggling several active/semi-active WIPs with my current deadline being the Hot Bucky Summer event.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Beginnings Bingo [BB_25] (Ends 31 May 2025)

This new all-fandoms bingo event (courtesy of @sweetspicybingo) celebrates beginnings. I’ve got a 3x3 card (plus two alternates) and ended up with a blackout. Will be posting my Masterlist Real Soon.

Tony Stark Bingo - Mark VIII [TSB_R8] (Ends 31 May)

Another round of this fun bingo event hosted by @tonystarkbingo is in the books! I was an over-achiever with 30 fills - here’s my Masterlist

Hot Bucky Summer [HBS_25] (Ends 30 Aug 2025)

This steamy event - brought to you by the fine folks over at @buckybarnesevents - is a go for this year! Weekly themes and prompts (as well as the rules) have been posted here on Tumblr and participants can create whatever their smutty (or not so smutty) hearts desire, as long as Bucky is in the mix! I’ve picked out a few prompts and crossovers to work with - my goal is to complete at least two fics/month, with a stretch goal of creating something for every week. So far so good…

* Week 1: I used pretty much all the prompts (“Mind your own damn business.” | [Secret Sex/Relationship | Embarrassment | Denial) for Typos and Innuendos. It’s a Mature-rated No Powers Workplace AU ficlet where Bucky’s inappropriate/blatantly suggestive typo (inspired by a Tumblr post & real-life text) gets Tony’s attention; their resulting innuendos and banter ramp the workplace UST up to the boiling point (and beyond). It came in at 550 words.

* Week 2: Am using the prompts “Did I give you permission?” | Orgasm Delay/Denial | Master/Pet Roleplay] for an Explicit Winterhawk fic where Bucky plays the pet role. Tentatively titled His Master’s Touch, the fic is drafted at 908 words and will get posted to Ao3 on the 13th.

* Week 3: Am using the prompts “Not now!” | Heat/Rut and Exhibitionism , combined with the YOTP June - Unconventional sex positions prompt, my FFB Apr A1 - Public Sex and WIB O2 - dom drop square for All Twisted Up, an omegaverse D/s WinterIron fic where their scene at a club starts going wrong for alpha Dom Bucky. It’s coming in at around 700 words and will get posted to Ao3 on the 20th.

Fandom Free Bingo - FFB

The @fandom-free-bingo blog offers up themed cards on a monthly basis - either 3x3 or 5x5 - you have a year to create your fanworks if you want them reblogged.

Gingerbread Edition (December) - Ends 30 Nov 2025

Eight of nine fills completed - zero WIPs

* A2 - "I can't believe you!" Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF299 Stranger Than Fiction] for Caught In the Act - a Tony & Pepper IM1 canon-compliant double drabble - expanding a bit on the scene where Pepper walks in on Tony being extricated from the armor after Gulmira. It came in at 200 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

* Alt1 - Surprise Kiss - see pJBB - * C1_B1 - Fear of showing affection because of past rejection

* Alt3 - "Work your magic" - Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF305 Divine Questioning] for Even a God Has Limits - a double drabble where Tony discovers that Loki’s powers have their limits - and that they have a heartbreak in common.

Half-Baked Edition (February) - Ends 31 Jan 2026

Six of nine fills completed with one bingo - no WIPs at the moment.

* B2 - FREE - I combined this with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt [FFF#294 - Cursed Trio] for Horning In - a SamBuckyJoaquin ficlet where Brock tries to hit on Sam’s two partners at the club. It came in at 222 words and will get posted to Ao3 before this event ends.

Fool's Edition (April) - Ends 31 March 2026

Four fills and 1 WIPs

* A1 - Public Sex - see HBS Week 3.

* A2 - "I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve." - Combined this with three Flash Fic Friday prompts: prompts: [#FFF300 Let Me Go] [#FFF300 Burn It Down] [#FFF300 Rise and Fall] for A Mysterious Musician - a No Powers College AU WinterIron fic where Tony falls at first sight for the singer of a local band, only to discover that he knows him from somewhere else. It came in at 747 words and ends on a bit of a cliffhanger. I may expand it at some point before posting to Ao3.

* B3 - Pirate AU - Posted A Pirate’s Life for Them to Ao3 this morning - I was inspired by a Tumblr post talking about MIT’s Pirate Certificate and ended up with a Tony & Rhodey MIT era shenanigans fic - it came in at 232 words.

Madness May (Ends 30 Apr 2026]

I requested a May card - still trying to work out crossovers and have a couple of duplicates from previous cards.

* A1 - Medicalized – may combine this with the HBS prompt for the final week: (13 August 24th - August 30th) | FREE WEEK | [Optional Prompts: “M” - (Mutual) Masturbation, Masochism, Medical Play, Milking, Musk, Multiple Orgasms]

Year of the OTP [YOTP_25] (Ends Dec 31 2025)

Making good progress on this challenge where you create (at least) twelve works for a specific pairing by using the monthly prompts provided. I’m a bit of an over-achiever with nine prompts filled so far, although May was a skin-of-the-teeth fill!

* June - see HBS Week 3.

WinterIron Bingo Round 3 [WIB_R3] (Ends 16 Jan 2026)

@winterironevents is bringing back their WinterIron Bingo for a third round! I help co-mod this event and we will have pre-made cards available probably starting next month. I've got two fills so far - need to look for more crossovers with my active cards! .

* O2 - dom drop - see HBS Week 3.

Warm and Fluffy Bingo [WFB] (no end date)

Nine fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On other creative fronts: I’m working on a Franken-dragon figure for an upcoming con with some fandom and pride mini-dragons on the docket!

If you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom! I have one commission slot open for June and two for July - feel free to reach out via DM or to [email protected]!

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #wip update #shameless self promo

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