#spy (2011) fanfiction

[baynton]

tumblr ate the ask i got from @toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime​ prompting a fic (just now when i tried to save it to drafts. tumblr, you are so broken). it was for 24 + chris from these prompts, and while i know it was prompted for someone to say it to chris, um. that didn’t really happen and it’s the other way around but i hope that since it’s ariel/chris, i might get a pass. anyway, i’m a bit nervous presenting my first ariel/chris fic to one of the ship’s founders, but here we go💖

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Spy (2011), You Me and the Apocalypse Relationships: Ariel Conroy/Chris Pitt-Goddard, Ariel Conroy/Jamie Winton (heavily implied) Characters: Ariel Conroy, Chris Pitt-Goddard Additional Tags: Choking, Anal, Rough Sex, Fighting for Dominance, Slightly violent but it's not graphic Words: 4,264

[jamiewintons]

The Best Painkiller (Chris Pitt-Goddard/F!Reader)

Summary: You're struggling with period cramps, and Chris comes up with an ingenious idea to help relieve them.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!). Period Sex. Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Blood.

A/N: Requested by an anon who's having a difficult period!! I feel you!! I hope that this can bring you at least a little comfort. If the idea of period sex makes you uncomfortable, please don't read this! I don't want you to get grossed out! But if you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1754

Chris Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @agir1ukn0w, @thingses-and-stuffses (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

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Your cramps have been bad this month, so bad that you hardly even want to get out of bed. Thankfully, today is your day off, so you have an excuse to do nothing but lay around in your pyjamas and eat your favourite sweets until the pain fades away.

But for some reason, painkillers just aren't doing the trick today. They had managed to dull the pain a little, but you can still feel it, even as you clutch your heat pack to your lower stomach. It's difficult to relax when you felt like this, so it's not like you're having an enjoyable day off.

It's somewhere in the mid-morning when you hear a knock at the door, startling you out of your daze. You sit up on the sofa, confused, because you certainly aren't expecting anyone over today, but when you hear the voice of your visitor, you're immediately relieved.

"Babe! It's Chris! Are you home?" he calls out, and you slowly get up from the sofa to go and open the door. Once you've opened it, you see Chris there, a massive grin on his face. He looks you up and down, noticing that you're still wearing your pyjamas. "Did you sleep in?"

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so well," you explain, and see that Chris looks a little concerned. "It's nothing serious, just some stomach cramps."

All of a sudden, a sharp pain hits you, and you clutch your stomach as if that's going to make the pain disappear. Chris' hand comes to touch your arm. "Are you sure you're alright, babe? It seems bad."

"Oh, it's just..." You feel slightly embarrassed admitting it, and your face goes a little red, but you tell him anyway. "...That time of the month, you know?"

"Ah, I see. That explains all of the sweets wrappers over there?" Chris points to the coffee table over by the sofa, which is indeed covered in the remnants of your snacking endeavors.

"Yeah... sorry it's a bit of a mess," you say sheepishly, wishing that you'd known he was coming over so you could have tidied up a little in advance. But in classic Chris fashion, he seems unbothered by the state of your flat.

"Don't worry about it." Chris waves it off, and once again you're thankful for your boyfriend's carefree attitude. Another pain hits you, and Chris takes your hand in his. "How about we go and lie down? You'll be more comfortable that way."

You nod and smile, and Chris begins leading you to a more comfortable place. You're expecting to just end up on the sofa again, but he's already making a beeline to your bedroom, which now that you think of it would definitely be more comfortable.

Once you're both laying on the bed, Chris cuddles you from behind, resting his head against your shoulder. When you tense up from another wave of pain, he brushes his lips against your neck to try and distract you.

"Now that I think about it, I might know a way to help you," Chris says, and even without seeing his face, you know that a mischievous smirk is forming, judging by the tone in his voice. "One time I read that sex can make the pain go away." One hand comes to rest on your hip, teasing the waistband of your pyjama pants, but waiting until you say the word to go any further.

You're a little shocked that Chris is suggesting this - pretty much every other guy you've been with has been disgusted by the idea of your period, and wouldn't even think of touching you during that time of the month. But Chris seems just as eager to get in your pants as he would on a normal day, but he also wants to help you with your pain. You do remember reading something similar saying that orgasms can be good for cramps...

"Are you sure? You don't think it's gross?" you ask, definitely intrigued but still somewhat concerned. Chris scoffs.

"Nothing about you is gross, babe," he tells you, and that makes you smile. "So, what do you say? Are you going to let me be your painkiller?"

You giggle quietly. Getting rid of your pain and having sex with your boyfriend sounded like a win to you. "Yeah, alright," you say, and Chris presses another kiss to your neck. "But could you maybe get a towel? I don't want to make a mess on my bedding."

"I'll be back in a second!" Chris jumps off the bed and scurries off to fulfill your request, moving faster than you've ever seen him. It's only a few moments before he returns, holding one of your old, raggedy towels in his hands. He spreads it out on the bed beside you, before gesturing toward it with a smirk and a wink. "The doctor will see you now."

You shuffle over so that you're laying on top of the towel, and Chris is on the bed and between your legs in a flash, grabbing at the waist of your pyjama pants and pulling them down. Next comes your period underwear, which is also thrown away carelessly so that he can get to work.

With just a few flicks of his tongue against your clit, you can already feel your pain beginning to fade away. You let out a sigh of relief as you thread your fingers through Chris' hair, messing it up even more than usual. He's gripping your thighs as he goes, seemingly not bothered by the idea that he might get blood on him, and at this moment even you can't bring yourself to think about that possibility.

Chris alternates between licking and sucking at your clit, his movements getting faster and more intense as he attempts to relieve your pain. Said pain is far, far away from your mind as you moan for him, squeezing your thighs around his face.

One last suck and you're gone, groaning out his name as you grind yourself against his mouth, riding out your orgasm until you're spent. You might have been embarrassed at how quickly Chris could make you come like this, but really you couldn't complain, especially right now.

Catching your breath, you open your eyes to look down at Chris, who you could see smirking up at you from between your legs. He rises up a little higher, and to your horror, you can see a bit of red staining his chin. Awkwardly, you gesture to your own chin. "Um, you've got a little..."

"No worries, babe." Without a care, Chris uses the towel beneath you to wipe his chin clean, before crawling up your body so that you are face to face with him. This is one of the times that you're very glad for your boyfriend being so strange, because you're pretty sure that a lot of other men would have a problem with doing what he just did. "So, how are you feeling?"

Somewhat empowered by the idea that Chris isn't grossed out, you decide to take things a little further. "It feels a lot better," you tell him, breaking out into a smirk of your own, "but I can still feel a little bit of pain. Maybe another orgasm will do the trick?"

"I think I can manage that," Chris says, and you don't doubt it, as you can feel his prominent erection pressed against your thigh. "Anything to make sure that my baby isn't in pain."

He sits up and quickly removes all of his clothes, throwing them in various directions around the room, and before you know it he's completely bare. You bite your lip at the sight of his impressive cock, opening your legs just the slightest bit to further demonstrate your willingness.

Chris moves over you, pushing your legs back a bit so that he had better access. You feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, and moments later he's pushing inside, both of you moaning out loud at the feeling. As always, it's quite a tight fit, but you manage it, enjoying him stretching you out with every inch.

He begins thrusting inside you slowly and gently, not starting off at a fast pace like he often tends to. It feels a little different from when the two of you usually have sex, but definitely not in a bad way. You feel a little more sensitive, already squirming your hips beneath Chris.

"Fuck, you feel so good, babe," Chris groans, enjoying how warm and slick you felt around his cock. He slides in and out easily, beginning to quicken his pace, but making sure to keep his thrusts relatively gentle, as he doesn't want to worsen your pain. His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your hips, curse words and your name escaping his lips.

You open your legs further, just wanting Chris to be deeper and deeper inside of you. His lips come to your neck, lightly nipping and sucking at the flesh as his hips move faster. Your nails scratch down the soft skin of his back, too caught up to even worry that you might leave marks.

As your second orgasm approaches, you're whining Chris' name in his ear, your pussy tightening around him letting him know that you're close. He sits back up once again so that he can bring his fingers to your clit, expertly massaging it and increasing your pleasure.

It only takes a few circles before you're falling over the edge again, gasping and bucking your hips as Chris fucks you through your climax. He holds up for a frankly impressive amount of thrusts before he's coming too, spilling himself inside of you with a loud groan of your name. He rests his head against your shoulder as the both of you recover, your heavy breathing the only sound left in the room.

"At least we know that there's no chance I got you pregnant," Chris says with a grin, breaking a couple of minutes of peaceful silence as you both came down from your highs. You giggle, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Now, did that do the trick? Or do we need a round three?"

"I think I'm a little too tired for another go," you admit, and you can hear Chris laugh quietly. You bring a hand up to stroke through his soft brown hair, as he nuzzled into your neck. "But that really did help, Chris. Thank you."

"Anytime, babe."

[pink-booty-butts]

Just Kissing (Chris Pitt-Goddard x Reader)

Pairing: Chris Pitt-Goddard x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,739

Summary: you’re insecure about gaining weight and Chris reassures you :)

Warnings: mentions of weight gain & weight loss, reader considers unhealthy weight loss strategies, reader has body image issues. But it’s very fluffy!! (i hope!)

A/N: omg this is the first request I’ve gotten!! I’m so happy!! ngl I didn’t think people liked my writing enough to send requests haha. I hope you like this anon! Since you didn’t specify what the reader is insecure about I hope you don’t mind I picked this insecurity, I just thought a lot of people could probably relate to this! But if you had something else in mind, feel free to send another anon and I’ll write something else!! :) also lmao sorry I put curry in a fic again, I just really want curry 24/7. and sorry if Chris is ooc cos I haven’t written for him in a while!! But I hope you guys like this!! <3

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For what felt like the hundredth time today you brought your hands to your stomach and squeezed at the fleshy area. For some reason you just couldn’t stop thinking about it, and it was starting to affect your work. You sigh and get up from your desk chair, deciding that perhaps if you faced your fear you’d be able to get over it and go back to what you were doing.

You walk into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. All you could focus on was your dark circles, your less-than-stellar skin and—was your face chubbier than usual? You bring your fingers to your cheeks, squeezing them as if that would provide an accurate indication of your potential weight gain. Maybe it was because you were stressed. A little weight fluctuation is normal, right? Nothing to be concerned about…

You decide to get it over with and lift the bottom of your shirt over your chest. You touch your stomach again, but this time you turn to the side. Was it… protruding more than normal? You feel your heart drop and quickly cover your stomach with your shirt again. You lean against the sink, breathing in deeply in an attempt to calm yourself. Everything is fine, I just need to eat a bit less the next few days, you think to yourself.

Before you can start contemplating the meal plan for the strict diet you’re about to put yourself on, you feel a buzz coming from your back pocket. You pull your phone out and see a text from your boyfriend, Chris.

I just got off work honey bee! I can’t wait to see you, I missed you so much!! <3

The text brought a smile to your face, and you move your hands to reply to his text. However, before you can tell him you’re excited to see him too, he sends another one.

I’m making a quick stop at your favorite restaurant, do you want something else? Or should I get your usual?

Your hands freeze, and you quickly delete the text you were in the middle of typing out. Your eyes drift to meet the eyes in your reflection, and you feel your negative thoughts rush into your head all over again. I can’t eat from there today, eating so much takeaway is probably why I’ve gained so much weight in the first place, you remind yourself. You nod to yourself in confirmation, finally sending a text to Chris.

I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to get me anything. Looking forward to seeing you! :)

You’re about to put your phone down so you can continue staring yourself down in the mirror, but your phone buzzes again before you have the opportunity to do so.

Have you eaten already?

You tense after reading his latest message. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you also didn’t want to admit you were feeling insecure. Maybe he hadn’t noticed your weight gain yet, and you feared if you brought it up he would be disgusted with you. You love Chris and you didn’t want that to happen, so you type out the following response:

No, but I’m just not really hungry. I’ll find something to eat later.

You put your phone back in your pocket quickly, as if by some magical coincidence the act of doing so would prevent him from responding. It seems to work, as you don’t end up hearing from him after that. You look at yourself in the mirror again and sigh. You should probably leave and think about something else, worried that if you continue to stay here it’ll be written all over your face and you’ll have that dreaded conversation with Chris. You turn the bathroom light off, close the door behind you and walk into your living room to sit on the couch while you wait.

You became so engrossed in the game on your phone that you barely noticed the jingle of Chris’ keys when he opened the door. Your eyes flick up to see him quickly drop the plastic bag of takeaway on the table, before he starts sprinting towards you and tackles you into the couch. He wraps his arms and legs around you like a koala, littering your face and neck with chaste kisses. You giggle and attempt to push his face away from you, but he retaliates by squeezing you harder and pressing his lips against yours. He pulls away and gives you a wide grin, his eyes sparkling like he hasn’t seen you in years, even though he last saw you this morning. He leans on his elbows above you and looks down at you in admiration, catching his breath for a few moments before he beings speaking.

“I love you so much,” he tells you. “I wish I could bring you to work with me every day so I wouldn’t have to go without seeing you.” Your heart melts at his admission, a welcome feeling after how down you’ve been feeling today. You wrap your arms around him loosely, wanting to be closer to him but nervous about him noticing your body if you did so.

“You’d probably get sick of me if you could do that,” you laugh, attempting to make a joke to distract from the thoughts swimming in your head. Chris raises an eyebrow at you.

“Alright,” he starts, bringing his face closer to yours. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You tense, how did he know? You’ve made jokes like that before, and it was usually accompanied by him whining about how he could never get sick of you. In fact, a similar conversation ended up resulting in the two of you moving in together, as Chris kept insisting that he slept better with you next to him. Maybe he can feel my stomach and thinks I’m stress eating, you think, mortified that your worst fears were about to come true.

“What do you mean?” you ask nervously. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not,” he insists. “You said no to your favorite curry and you never say no to curry, even when you’re full. Something is wrong and I refuse to get off you until you tell me what it is.”

You snort. “You’ll have to get up eventually to use the toilet.”

“We can buy another sofa,” he smirks devilishly, knowing he’s cornered you with his threat. “And don’t think I won’t, because you know I will. So tell me.”

You sigh in defeat, knowing he was right. Before you can think of how to word your feelings, you notice the tantalizing smell of your favorite curry wafting to your nose. Your stomach growls in response, and tears prick at the corner of your eyes at the sound of your body’s betrayal. You shrink into yourself and Chris’ eyes soften, but he waits for you to respond.

“I think I’ve… gained weight,” you admit. “I’m sorry, I know it’s gross. I’m going to try to lose it, I promise. But I understand if you don’t want to be near me for a while,” you choke out quietly.

“The only thing you’re losing is your bloody sanity if you think I care about any of that superficial nonsense,” he tells you, flabbergasted at your admission. “If you have gained weight, I haven’t noticed. But even if you had, I certainly wouldn’t be complaining. Just means there’s more of you to hold onto.” He smirks, slithering his hand between the couch cushion and your butt. He squeezes your butt-cheek, causing you to squeak in response. He smiles genuinely, hoping he expressed his undying adoration towards you.

“Do you mean that?” you ask hesitantly. Though you knew Chris wouldn’t lie to you, since he probably had a problem with being too honest if anything, you were still unsure of yourself.

“Would you still love me if I gained weight?” he asks in return.

“Of course!” you reply quickly, not wanting him to mistake your own insecurity for a lack of love for him.

“There’s your answer,” he says softly. “I want to grow old with you. I want us to be sitting on the porch together wearing diapers because we can’t walk to the toilet anymore. I want to see your grey hairs, your wrinkles, your swollen ankles. I want to see your body change a hundred thousand times, because all of that is a reminder of our time together—of me and you.” Your eyes well with tears and you smile at Chris’ words. He gives you a cheeky grin in response, kissing you lightly to seal his promise to you. He looks into your eyes lovingly for a few more moments, enjoying the comforting warmth of your presence.

Now it was his turn for his stomach to growl, so he chuckles in response. “Now that we’re on the same page, let’s go eat our takeaway pumpkin.” He rolls off you onto the floor, standing up quickly and walking towards the dining room table to pick up the bag he dropped there earlier. You smile as he starts getting some forks and pouring water for the both of you, but furrow your eyebrows once you remember that you specifically told him not to get you any food.

“Didn’t I tell you to not bring me food though?” you ask, confused.

“You did, but I ignored you. You’re not allowed to go without eating, sorry sweetheart,” he answers as he walks back towards you with everything piled in his arms. You stand up quickly to help him, fearing his precarious stacking would result in a mess all over the floor. Once you’re both settled you sit back down on the couch, and when you open your takeaway container you are greeted with the sight of your favorite curry.

You turn your head to thank him, but before you can open your mouth to do so, he kisses you. You both smile into the kiss, but before he deepens it you decide to blindly fish for the remote and turn the TV on. Chris separates his lips from yours and pouts, clearly disappointed at the interruption. You laugh at his facial expression before speaking.

“Sorry, but I’m starving,” you grin, picking up your fork. “We can go back to that after we finish eating.”

Chris returns your grin, raising his eyebrow seductively. “Oh, we’ll definitely be doing more than just kissing.”

[racmune]

heyyyy im racmune, i use he/him pronouns. i draw a lot and write fic sometimes! im a weird n i post whatevers :P

my inbox is always open n im pretty friendly, if you wanna send in an ask u dont gotta be shy!

art commissions: CLOSED (subject to change)

dni, excluding what should be obvious: support israel, te(rf), swerf, truscum, exclusionist, etc

i also block very liberally, if you dont fit this criteria n ive blocked you it aint personal

more about me

current hyperfixations: scoutpauling, tf2 :3333

likes include but not limited to: music, anime, fanfiction, video games, chattin w/ buds, sleeping, computers n web design, ftm history, early 2000s aes, n gothic romance

dislikes include but not limited to: rude people, intense unfamiliar tastes n textures ..... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk what else tbh

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[loremori]

Martin Freeman (11/366)

Wild Target (2010)

Directed Jonathan Lynn Written Lucinda Coxon Pierre Salvadori

*It's a remake of a French movie: Cible émouvante (1993). **The plot involves a forged painting of Rembrandt, a character played by MF in the movie Nightwatching, years before. ***For reasons, which we will not go into, the character of MF (Hector Dixon), is paired in the internet, with Peter Guillam of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011). Resulting in interesting art and fanfiction <3

[ollieofthebeholder]

The Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I was tagged by @blasphemous-lies-and-deceit! Thanks, hon. ♥

I’m only doing my fanfic WIPs because most of my novels are still in analog, but feel free to ask me about pretty much any NaNo novel from 2011-present, since almost none of them are complete. Also, I’m putting the ones that are un

Fanfiction:

c&r nick dies au

c&r Spy Kids au (a.k.a. Fuck You Tigs)

c&r sticker fic

candle on the water

denny’s part 7

eleven

good omens fic

leverage + aos crossover

leverage + mcu crossover

My Yesterdays in Front of Me

n&t sequel

peggy

presliam fic 1

prostitution au

rainy days and mondays

rqg post-208 fic

september

tma bartender au

tma compass

tma mmg fic/the project that Tumblr enabled

trucking au

whumptober 2019

wtnv + aos crossover

leaves ‘verse: Post-25 blanket fort

leaves ‘verse: Charlie’s surprise party

leaves ‘verse: cat acquisition

leaves ‘verse: visiting Night Vale

leaves ‘verse: Sarah’s first snow

leaves ‘verse: Future Melanie

Tagging @cakeisnotpie and anyone else who might want to do this!

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i wrote more fic

[hankwritten]

Team Fortress 2 Ship Analysis

This is going to be an analysis of ship popularity in the TF2 fandom using AO3's statistics tools to help me out. After someone on Twitter inquired if EngieSpy was a "rarepair" it got me thinking about how exactly to determine that, and since I love the AO3 stats blog I decided to make my own little investigation.

First, I'd like to go over the weaknesses in my methods. These stats won't be entirely accurate snapshots into the fandom during specific years, as fics will have been deleted since then and. Additionally, AO3 allows backdating, so some fics may be posted to certain years after the fact. However, both these factors should be negligible to the overall trends.

A bigger downside to using AO3 is that TF2 is an older fandom, and a good chunk of fan activity occurred on the "tf2chan", a message board that was hosting fics/fanart/discussions  since the game's release in 2007. The chan has been wiped several times since then, and even if it hadn't, it's still very difficult to find fic information unless you want to go through each post individually. (The only distinction between a fanfiction was whether it was "adult" or not, most authors don't even add descriptions.) All this to explain there will be more of a bias to fanfic written 2014 on. (As this is my best guess to when the move from the tf2chan to tumblr/AO3 occurred.)

I am going to be tracking several things, using 2010 as my baseline. The images you are about to see include

1) Top ten ships posted THAT YEAR on AO3

2) The Number of fics in total

3) Some commentary about rises and falls of the various ships on the list

2010, Total Fics: 24

Not much to analyze here, a quick scan reveals most of these are backdated as A03 had JUST entered open beta. Though funnily enough, it relates to the original question that started this whole thing: EngieSpy was THE ship of 2010.

2011, Total Fics: 43

2012, Total Fics 142

Here we have a bit of meat now. HeavyMedic and SniperSpy pulling ahead, though what surprised me is the amount of MedicSniper. I had preconceived notions that that ship's popularity arose from the Old Wounds comic (2015), but apparently both Medic and Sniper were enough of fandom favorites that they could make a rather successful crackship. This may also be the reason for HeavySniper. I'd also like to bring notice to Miss Pauling appearing on this list, who was introduced in 2009 and who was shown to have at least a dynamic with Scout in 2011. Funnily, "introduced in 2009 and only now showing up on the list" also applies to DemoSoldier.

2013, Total Fics: 344

This list looks remarkably like modern day, with the main difference being EngieSniper taking the place of EngieSoldier. EngieSniper was enough of a breakout that it also encouraged Engineer/Sniper/Spy, the only polyship across all years.

2014, Total Fics: 658

SniperSpy and HeavyMedic will always war over who gets to be top dog, but this is the years of the Spyper. Some breakout mid-tier ships you may recognize make their debut in 2014: DemoSniper, EngiePyro, and PyroScout. Not only is this Pyro's first time on the list, but with TWO popular ships. EngiePyro in particular was first given canon backing in 2011 with the release of the True Meaning Comic.

2015, Total Fics: 852

This is where the fandom peaked, coinciding with the release of the Old Wounds comic. Since this is the year I joined, I'm not surprised! MedicSniper makes a comeback, SniperScout pulls ahead of ScoutPauling, just an overall Sniper focused year. (Despite that, DemoSniper does not return.)  Pyro ships fall in popularity, though not off the list, and EngieSoldier continues to have a strong foothold.

2016, Total Fics: 520

First time we have a "repeat" with BLU Spy/RED Sniper, showing that SniperSpy is preferred as a crossfaction ship. HeavyMedic falls all the way to third (gasp!), and the ever present MedicScout loses the popularity boost it received last year even as it clings on. First appearance of MedicSpy, which makes me wonder why we never see the common "support sandwich" polyship that seems so popular in fanart. ScoutPauling seems to have disappeared, likely to in response to Jay Pinkerton's tweet revealing Pauling to be a lesbian, and we won't see it make a comeback.

2017, Total Fics: 530

Comic #6, the Naked and the Dead is released at the beginning of the year, increasing platonic Scout and Spy content. (Before this, the non platonic version of this ship really only made waves in 2015 and 2013, and after this point we'll never see it on the top 10 list again.) Nothing else much new here, though the spike in SniperSpy may also be in relation to the comic.

2018, Total Fics: 548

The first appearance of a reader insert being a top ship. Although the TF2 community is no stranger to self ship, these fics usually gain a lot more traction on Wattpad, a fiction service released around the same time as AO3. EngieSpy and EngieSniper, old friends from the ancient days, make a combeback.

2109, Total Fics: 654

What a weird year! A platonic ship and "No Romantic Relationship(s)" both gain top slots. A good year for the gen lovers out there! Also another reader ship, but this time for Medic. ScoutSniper has nearly twice as many fics as the number two slot, and SniperSpy drops to the lowest rank it's ever been.

2020: Total Fics: 836

I've heard that TF2 is in a resurgence and looking at the numbers, I believe we are! There were nearly as many fics in 2020 as 2015, our fandom's previous high. Here are the highest ships of all time: 

HeavyMedic, SniperSpy, and ScoutSniper have always vied for the top 3 positions. EngineerSoldier, ScoutPauling, MedicSniper, and DemoSoldier are all reasonably popular, and looking at the history always have been. As for the rest, AO3 only shows the top 10 ships, but there's several more ships at about equal popularity to PyroScout and EngieScout: MedicSpy, EngieSniper, Medic/Reader, and Sniper/Reader to name a few.

In conclusion, just because we don't see it on the top ten list, doesn't mean there isn't a bunch of people out there who love it!

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i saw The Batman (2022) in theaters last week. went in with low expectations. loved it. had an existential crisis afterward :)

(putting a read more here because spoilers, megalomaniacal ranting, etc.)

it's a very pretty movie with a lot of cinematic artistry (that scene with the flare? omg). they unapologetically made Gotham a parody of dark 20th century NYC where it's constantly raining while somehow making 21st century culture and technology fit seamlessly into the picture and i want to live there please (the city of my dreams). they explored some deep, relevant themes without getting anvilicious. the character writing and acting were great; lots of chemistry, arcs and conflicts that made sense. fun. ridiculous. took itself seriously despite the absurdity, but not *too* seriously.

the pacing of the movie was a little funky (third act was all over the place, idk if the whole thing even *fits* a traditional 3-act structure) but i don't care because they've created a Batman who is enough of an insane, badass weirdo that for the first time, i can almost believe the whole "i am vengeance, i am the night, i beat up criminals in my armored fursuit" shtick could work in real life and be taken seriously. and at the same time they made Bruce Wayne a scrunkly emo disaster nerd who was raised by an ex-spy butler and it shows. peak interpretation of the character. and Jim Gordon in this movie is my favorite person in the universe and their friendship is perfection incarnate.

this was a good movie. i loved it. and i DEEPLY regret having seen it.

i have been thinking about it and reading a ton of Batman, Batfam, and Justice League fanfiction all week and getting sucked into batblorbo hell. this is how i consume media. but in the midst of that process i realized...

i did *not* need to see Batman as a depressed autistic millennial with a bizarre, idealistic life mission he hyperfixates on at night instead of sleeping

do you know how much effort i have to put in daily to *not do that*???

ffs

i did not need those tendencies validated

BATMAN IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE RELATABLE

and the deeper into the rabbit hole (batcave) of Bat-content i go the more i realize that he's been like this all along and i've been narrowly dodging this fate for a solid decade. i only escaped this when i got into superhero stories in 2011 because i imprinted on Martian Manhunter instead. (my underappreciated green son <3)

unfortunately, i too am the sort of person who, under the right circumstances, would try to solve the world's problems by dressing up in a ridiculous costume and fighting crime at 3 a.m. while having a dramatic inner monologue about justice. (especially if i had kept up with my martial arts lessons when i was 19. good grief. i guess there's a bright side to failing at that.) i, too, would be physically unable to stop myself from adopting half a dozen orphans, hiding them under my cape, and allowing them to live out their incredibly weird aspirations. (heck i would do that right now if i actually had money and my own house and wasn't quite so depressed)

one time i was discussing my struggles with mental illness with my dad and mentioned that i have no idea what my life would be like now if i hadn't had his and mom's support growing up. i have no idea where i'd be. i might be dead. but on the other hand—what i have not told my dad is—i'm also extremely stubborn, have a very strong will to survive, and spent my entire childhood really wanting to get into a righteous fistfight with someone who deserved it and being disappointed when the opportunity never presented itself. i could...genuinely...have decided to become some sort of ridiculous costumed vigilante, given the means. (so this being real life that's two points toward ending up dead.)

and um. even though i do have parents and am aware that this is real life. i refuse to admit how many times (and until what age) i still put *real consideration* into what it would take to be some sort of freelance private eye/vigilante/inventor/actual magician in real life. (physically and, you know, *legally.*)

so...with that context...

there is a part of me that is very grounded and realistic and cynical. does anything i do really make a difference? if i push myself to my limits, get better, and try to make the world a better place, will it mean anything? there's a lot of shame, despair, and self-loathing in there. this is the part of me that is depressed.

there is also a part of me which is stubborn, brazenly honest and weird and unyieldingly hopeful. if there is light in the darkness, i will find it. if there is none, i will make it. i will *become* it. creativity, determination, empowerment. that is the core of who i really am.

demon on my left shoulder. angel on my right.

there are two wolves inside you and the one thing they agree on is BOTH OF THEM REALLY WANT TO BE THE FUCKING BATMAN

*head in hands*

boy. you are broke. you have the upper-body strength of dry spaghetti. you *know* there is no one you can punch to solve crime, poverty, or world hunger. you know the dramatic angsty way of doing things is, above all other considerations, inefficient. you KNOW that your best shot at making the kind of difference you want is to drag yourself back to college and become a social worker, run for some form of public office or other leadership position, and/or get involved in one or more mutual aid/activist/charity movements. All of which require leaving the house IN THE DAYTIME and developing fucking social skills!

...god it would be so much easier to be batman.

(and that's why bruce wayne is relatable, thank you for coming to my TED talk)

so yeah i have no idea to explain all that nonsense to my therapist, but on the bright side, i have a great new way to motivate myself.

"what would Batman do in this situation?"

"..." *sigh* "he'd get up and fold the goddamn laundry."

(except when it backfires)

"in this situation Batman would stay up all night and investigate!"

"NO."

[sunnydaleherald]

SPIKE: Okay, these two are dead. Why? Rona gets to her feet, annoyed. RONA: ’Cause the black chick always gets it first? BUFFY: What was that, Rona? Reveal BUFFY, MOLLY and KENNEDY watching from a short distance away. As usual, Molly takes constant notes on a small pad RONA: I’m dead because he’s a vampire. I don’t have Slayer strength, Slayer speed… it wasn’t a fair fight. SPIKE: Fine. (to Vi) Do you think I care if it’s a fair fight? VI: No! No, sir. You don’t play by the rules and I have learned a valuable lesson… of some sort.

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With My Little Eye (Hank Summers, Crossover with I Spy, FR-13) by Beriaearwen

Penny’s Friend (Buffy, crossover with The Big Bang Theory, FR-13) by mmooch

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Advice (Joyce Summers, crossovers with Dr Who / Clifford B. Hicks: Alvin's Secret Code, FR-18) by acswatwst (acs)

To The Death (Buffy, Angel / Angelus, PG) by badly_knitted

No Regrets (Faith/Lisbeth Salander, crossover with The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (2011), Mature) by Gemagination

Once and Future Knight (Xander, Merlin, crossover with Merlin, general) by calikocat

Nobody tosses a Dwarf! (The Trio, Gimli, crossover with LotR, Teen and up) by Aragorn_II_Elessar

Impulse Control (Spike/Lindsey, Explicit) by skargasm

Cookie Dough (Buffy/Giles, Gen) by Gileswench

(Faith/Buffy/OFC, Explicit) by Passionpire88

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Weakness, part 25 0f “Faith Sheppard” (Faith, crossover with SG:A, PG/FR13/K+) by hermione2be

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Of Doom and Bondage, Chapter 11 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by Girlytek

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Detention (v.2), Chapter 30 (Spike/Buffy, Adult Only) by Frillyria

Choices, Chapter 19 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by lafillesauvage

Midnight in Rome, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Dusty

Careful What You Wish For, Chapter 3(Book 1 in Allies From Across The Void) (Spike/Buffy, Adult Only) by Jws1993

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potentially 17. “Hands behind your back.” for Tim/Chris? 😳 i'd love to see that little brat destroyed please 🥰

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Spy (2011) Relationship: Tim Elliot/Chris Pitt-Goddard Characters: Chris Pitt-Goddard, Tim Elliot Additional Tags: Blow Jobs Language: English Words: 1,343

[jamiewintons]

Welcome Home (Chris Pitt-Goddard/F!Reader)

Summary: You’ve been away visiting family out of town for a week, and you return home to your boyfriend, who is very eager to welcome you back.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!). Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Couch Sex. Chris using food-related pet names.

A/N: This is written for some prompts sent by an anon, which were "you don't know what you do to me" and "I could come just from looking at you". I hope everyone enjoys reading this, and as always, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Word Count: 2016

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You sighed as you finally reached the front door of your place, setting down your bag as you rummaged in your pocket for your keys. You'd been away for a whole week visiting family out of town, and though you'd been happy to see them, you were really glad to be home now. You were tired, and looking forward to just curling up with Chris on the sofa, but unfortunately that couldn't happen yet, because it was a school day and he'd still be at work for a couple more hours.

Once you got the door open, you lugged the bag inside, putting it against the wall out of the way. You didn't exactly feel like unpacking now, you needed a few moments to just relax. After kicking off your shoes, you were ready to go and do just that, when you heard a voice speak up from behind you dripping with a seductive tone.

"Welcome home, pudding." You turned around to see Chris lounging there on the sofa, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, and his hair messed up in the way that always looked so sexy on him. Though you’d been feeling exhausted from your drive home, seeing him like this had certainly managed to perk you up a bit.

"Chris, what are you doing here? School isn't over for another three hours." Obviously you weren't disappointed to see him, quite the opposite, but you couldn't help but be curious.

"I knew you were coming back today, so I just... didn't go," Chris told you with a shrug, and you looked at him, your eyebrow raised. "What? It's just P.E. It's not like it's important."

"You're going to lose your job if you keep up like this, you know." You walked over towards the sofa, and already, Chris sat up and was reaching out to try and touch you, but you were just out of reach.

"That wouldn't be so bad, lambchop. More time to spend at home in bed with you." You heard the quietest snicker from Chris when he was able to grab your backside, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Or on the sofa, or in the shower… I’m not picky.”

“Don’t I know it,” you said with a laugh. Once Chris let go, you sat down on the sofa beside him. Before you even knew what hit you, his mouth was on your neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin. “Sometimes it seems like all you think about is sex.”

“It’s not all I think about,” he assured you, his hands quickly moving to your breasts, in typical Chris fashion. Even though you still had your shirt and bra on, the feeling of him fondling them was enough to elicit a tiny moan. "Could you blame me if it was, though? You don't know what you do to me.”

"Well, I just got home and you’re already feeling me up, so forgive me for believing that.” You tilted your head back a little, so Chris had more room to kiss your neck. 

"It's been a week, I missed you." He punctuated his statement by sucking hard on your neck just under your ear, intent on leaving a mark. “I tried to take care of it myself, but my hand doesn’t feel as good as you.”

"Believe me, I know how you feel," you sighed, as one of Chris' hands slipped under your shirt, reaching under the cup of your bra so he could touch your breast directly, brushing his thumb against your nipple and making you shiver. “I missed you too, Chris.”

“Good,” Chris said smugly, pulling you towards him a little so he’d have enough room to push you onto your back. When you felt him beginning to tug at your shirt, you lifted yourself up a little, assisting him in removing the garment. Chris wasted no time in disposing of your bra as well, throwing both pieces of clothing onto the floor. His mouth was on your breast almost instantly, sucking at one nipple for a bit before moving on to the other one.

Once he’d had enough of that, he moved onto your trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them before yanking them down your legs along with your panties. He sat up to admire your fully naked form, his eyes trailing down your body with a devilish smirk. "God, you look so good like that," he said, teasing his fingers against your already wet entrance. "I could come just from looking at you."

You didn’t doubt that, judging by the sight of his very prominent erection through his own trousers. Chris toyed with your clit for a while, and you closed your eyes at the feeling, surprised at how only a week without his touch could have made you this sensitive. You were so caught up in the sensation that you barely noticed when he grabbed at your legs, maneuvering them so they were resting on his shoulders. However, the feeling of his tongue against your slit was certainly enough to grab your attention.

Chris immediately got to devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in a week, grabbing at your hips to keep you in place. You clapped a hand over your mouth to obstruct the ridiculously loud moan you let out, but it wasn’t much help. Chris smiled against your core, the sounds coming from you egging him on to overwhelm you further. As his tongue worked at your entrance, his nose brushed against your clit, and it was already beginning to become too much for you.

Your free hand tangled in Chris’ already messy hair, gripping at it so hard that it surely had to be at least a bit painful for him. But still, he continued, and it wasn’t long before your release hit you like a truck. As the pleasure washed over you, all you could do was say Chris’ name, squeezing your thighs around his head as he kept licking at you.

Eventually, Chris stopped, and you simply laid there and tried to catch your breath, feeling like you’d just run a marathon. You thought you were exhausted before, but now you thought you might not be able to move for the rest of the day. “You still taste amazing, peaches,” he told you, and though you weren’t looking at him, you just knew that he was wiping all of your wetness from his chin and licking it off his fingers.

Once you were finally able to open your eyes again, you were surprised to see that Chris was already completely naked, having stripped off while you were busy recovering. Though he was generally very lazy in everyday life, his ability to get his clothes quickly off when he needed to was second to none. It was honestly very impressive.

"Come on, cheesecake, we're not done yet." Chris slowly trails his hand up your calf and to your thigh, while not so subtly licking his lips. Your eyes flicker down for a moment to admire his cock, hoping that he would hurry up and fuck you already. "How do you want to do this?"

"As long as I don't have to move, I'm happy," you said, and you immediately saw Chris pout.

"Aww, you know I like it when you're on top," Chris replied in a fake whiny tone, looking at you with pleading eyes which you were not going to fall for.

"You should have thought about that before you tired me out. If you want to come, it’s your responsibility, Christopher.” Chris smiled at your somewhat forceful tone and use of his full first name; he liked it when you got a little bit bossy with him.

"You're lucky I love you, marshmallow." Chris leaned down to give you a brief peck on the cheek, before flipping you over so that you were laying on your stomach. His hands came to your hips, lifting them up slightly, and then parting your legs so he had easy access. Of course, Chris couldn't miss the opportunity to feel you up again, so he used one hand to grope your backside, while the other guided his cock to your dripping entrance.

You took a sharp intake of breath as Chris sunk himself inside of you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He moaned unashamedly loud at the feeling of you wrapped around him after a week of going without.

"You feel so good, babe," Chris groaned, defaulting back to the pet name he tended to use when he couldn't think of any more of his silly food-related ones. He was far too distracted to use his brain during moments like this.

Usually, Chris liked to take things slowly at the beginning and tease you - especially if you'd already climaxed once - but it seemed that your time apart had been a little bit too much for him to bear. He started with an already fast and hard pace, knocking the breath out of you as you brought your hands up to grip the armrest of the sofa.

"I missed you so much," he repeated, his pace increasing already, as his hands moved from your hips to your stomach. With Chris' cock inside of you, you didn't really have the brain power to question what he was doing, so when he pulled you up into a sitting position on top of him, you went willingly.

"I... I missed you too," you gasped out, closing your eyes as Chris began to bite and lick at your neck. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around your middle keeping you against him, while the other was positioned so he could fondle your breast. He rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers, making you rock your hips back against him.

"I don't want to be away from you for that long ever again," Chris told you, and you found yourself nodding, because you didn't want that either. It might not be realistic in the future, but right at this moment, you couldn't imagine being anywhere but here with him.

You could tell that Chris was already approaching the edge, from his unrhythmic thrusts and the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving against your neck. Somehow you managed to move your hand down to your pussy, beginning to circle your already sensitive clit with your fingers, making yourself tighten and contract around him.

Chris came first, with a very loud string of curses mixed with your name, and the arm around you squeezed even harder as he spilled himself inside of you. Your climax immediately followed, and Chris was the only thing keeping you upright as he continued to move against you, prolonging both of your orgasms.

Once you were both spent, Chris collapsed backwards, bringing you down with him. The two of you struggled to catch your breath, and simply enjoyed the feeling of being so close to each other. The hand at your stomach stroked against your skin as you began to calm down from your high.

As soon as you were able to move, you freed yourself from Chris' weak grip, and turned yourself around so you were laying face to face. He looked up at you with a tender, tired smile, brushing some hair out of your face. Your lips connected again for some sweet, lazy kisses, before Chris suddenly spoke up.

"We better get everything cleaned up before Tim gets home," he said calmly, and despite your exhaustion, you scrambled up into a sitting position.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, practically jumping off the sofa on your shaky legs to grab your clothes. Chris laid back and watched you run around naked, smirking to himself.

"Don't worry, chestnut, we've still got a few hours till he gets back," Chris explained with a snicker, and you turned to look at him with a frown. "Maybe we could move this to the bedroom for round two?"

You clutched your clothes to your chest, and a smirk grew on your face that matched Chris' own. You had gone without for a whole week, after all.

[pink-booty-butts]

Valentine’s Day Prompts - Peanuts & Promises (Chris Pitt-Goddard x Reader)

(this gif is iconic)

Pairing: Chris Pitt-Goddard x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,045

Summary: it’s valentines day with Chris :) based on the prompt “i used to hate this holiday, you know?” “you remind me every year, honey.” from this list

Warnings: none I think!

A/N: requested by an anon, I’m so so SO sorry this took so long and I’m sorry it’s short!! Also I’m sorry if it sucks, chris is probably a bit ooc because i’ve only watched spy once haha. happy very belated valentine’s day!!

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It was the third Valentine’s Day the two of you were spending as a couple, yet nothing has changed since the first. You bring home heavy grocery bags filled with overpriced chocolate, and Chris picks out a selection of movies to binge watch while he cuddles with you. You were currently attempting to get the keys out of your jacket pocket without putting your bags down, but Chris apparently heard you struggling as the door swung open and you were greeted with the widest smile you think you’ve seen your boyfriend produce.

“Well hello there, cinnamon roll,” he mentions nonchalantly; quickly grabbing the bags from your hands and giving you a kiss on the cheek. He sets them down on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, tapping the cushion next to him impatiently as he waits for you to sit down so he can smother you in affection. “I missed you so much today,” he expresses.

You chuckle while you take your shoes off, touched by Chris’ comment. You lock the door before walking around the coffee table, sitting down next to Chris and sinking into the couch cushions. As soon as you do so, Chris wraps his arms around your waist and leans forward, causing your back to hit the couch cushions while he lays on top of you.

“I missed you too, Chris,” you smile. At your admission he snuggles his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there, before using his other hand to press the play button and begin your movie marathon.

A couple of finished movies later, Chris is busy finding the next movie he has selected for you guys to watch and you’re in the middle of your bathroom break. Once he finds the movie he was looking for, Chris leans back against the couch and notices your beverage cup is empty, so he picks it up and goes to refill it. While doing so he gets lost in thought, looking around your shared apartment that was currently a trip hazard due to the overwhelming amount of clear plastic wrap, chocolate wrappers, and heart shaped box ends littering the floor that neither of you could be bothered to dispose of neatly. While Chris laments that he wouldn’t have it any other way, he is abruptly shaken from his thoughts when he hears the toilet flush; a blessing in disguise as he nearly overfilled your cup of water. He walks back over to the couch with your cup —expertly navigating the mess as he does so— resulting in him setting down your cup on the table right when you return. He sighs happily, gazing at you like a love-sick puppy.

“Thank you for filling up my water,” you tell him, smiling while taking another sip.

Chris grins, amused by the sight of you drinking water after having just gone to the toilet. “If you keep drinking water like that your peanut-sized bladder is going to make you have to get up during the next movie, peanut.”

“You know Chris, normally the food names are cute, but considering you just used the same word to describe my bladder, I’m not sure how to feel about that one,” you laugh.

“Well, peanuts are cute, you are cute, and since your bladder is inside of you, that means your bladder is also cute,” he explains matter-of-factly.

Your eyebrow raises in mock confusion, but you can’t hide the grin spreading across your face no matter how hard you try. “I wish there was something else inside me right about now, if you know what I mean.” Chris smirks at your dirty joke, giving you an eyebrow wiggle and a saucy ‘oh really?’ before the two of you erupt in a fit of giggles.

Chris wraps his arms around you again, laying on top of you the same way as before. “I used to hate this holiday, you know,” he tells you, his voice muffled against your neck.

“I know Chris, you tell me every year how ‘corporations are just profiting off people’s insecure relationships with their significant others, and if they really loved each other, they’d do it everyday.’”

“Exactly peanut,” he agrees. He raises his head to give you a quick peck on the lips, before burying his head in the crook of your neck once again. “You get me, this is why we’re perfect for each other. I love you so much,” he expresses, squeezing you tightly. 

You fall into a comforting silence, enjoying the warm embrace of each other’s presence. However, Chris begins to remember what he was thinking about when you were in the bathroom, and his thoughts quickly turn sour. “Do you think we’ll still be together next year?” he asks, a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?” you question, panic rising in your chest. “Is something wrong?”

“No of course not,” he adds quickly. “It’s just, do you ever think about how our relationship is so perfect? I always thought relationships were supposed to be hard, but when I’m around you everything just feels... easier.”

“I used to think that too, but now I think it just means we’re super compatible,” you respond, trying to ease his anxieties.

“Yeah, you’re probably right, butterscotch,” he lazily leans his arm over the table to put a chocolate in his mouth. He chews slowly, savoring the taste. “We’re going to be together forever, right?”

“Definitely,” you answer, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close to you.

Chris smiles against your neck in response, before lifting his head up again to give you another kiss; almost as if he couldn’t help himself. You then exchange little, fleeting kisses with plenty of giggles in between them, which slowly grow more desperate and heated. 

Through your exchange of soft touches, one of you manages to accidentally hit the remote and the movie Chris selected begins playing right when he slips his hand underneath your shirt. The two of you stop your movements to look at the TV briefly before glancing back at each other, nodding in agreement and diving in for another passionate kiss. The movie continues playing in the background, but it was long forgotten in favor of feeling your skin against his.

[slow-burn-sally]

Happy Anniversary Sherlock

Sherlock aired 10 years ago today (Thanks Em for the heads up!). I didn’t watch it right away. I think I started watching in 2011. I’d only ever seen Benedict in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, in a small role and had no clue who he was. Needless to say, I loved it. 

I’d heard about fanfiction from friends for years, but hadn’t ever looked into it. I think I thought maybe it was a little silly, or wasn’t for me, and then, when watching Reichenbach Fall, when John and Sherlock are running through the streets, hiding from the cops, I thought “wow, they’d make a really great couple.” It just hit me out of the blue. 

So I googled “best Sherlock fanfiction”, and read the first smutty one shot I could find, and it blew me away. I had read romance and porn before. I had seen characters I loved get together on screen, but I’d never in my life read romance and/or porn about characters I loved who would never be able to get together on screen. You’d think I’d have put it together sooner. Maybe it was because John and Sherlock were the first real gay couple I’d ever shipped? It was probably all those totally-not-gay-vibes the show runners totally didn’t put into the script and plot that got me interested. 

Anyway. Happy Anniversary to BBCs Sherlock. It was my first fandom and I’m still going strong with it. It opened doors for me that have been so profoundly meaningful in my life today, 9 years after I found it. <3

[aleatoryw]

the albums ceremonials (florence + the machine, 2011) and tremendous sea of love (passion pit, 2017) are in dialogue with each other and the medium I've chosen to express this idea is *checks notes* a supernatural fanfiction about a non canon ship heavily inspired by reporting on the very real spy organization black cube.

so like. find your fuckin. niche I guess

[kanyniablue]

fic writer tag meme

i was almost finished when i lost this post TWICE!!! TWICE

tagged by america-oreosandkitkats, which tumblr is not letting me @ !  i love new updated tumblr!  it’s my favorite!

AO3 name: kat_blue, however i haven’t actually uploaded anything.  it was #newyearsresolution2020 to start uploading some writing, just to say “i’m D O N E im not going to touch it again” but...2020 got in the way

Fandoms: overwhelmingly hetalia where i set up camp back in 2010-2011 and never moved on, harry potter but only in headcanons/crossovers, Discworld but don’t test me, uh, The Outsiders, yes that book we read in middle school, Coco (2017) because im a corporate sellout

Tropes: 30 AU Pileup, Historical AU, 20 Minutes into the Past/Future, Gen, Enemies-to-Lovers, Friends-to-Lovers, Hookup-to-Something-More, Enemies-to-Lovers-But-They’re-Still Enemies, Unhealthy/Codependent Relationship (romantic, platonic, familial...), Breakup Fic, For Want of a Nail, Everyone’s Dead Dave/Tragic End, Postcredits Scene/whatever you’d call it when you write what would happen after canon says “the end,” Character Study (not sure if that’s a trope but it’s mostly what I write)

Number of fics: ...a bunch.  i write in several documents, some of which are inaccessable to me because of a computer crash.  i honestly have no idea

Fic I spent the most time on: considering it’s not even finished, Sun Down (WWI Prussia that was supposed to be PruHun but turned into an extended character study/war novel/just torturing the guy but he kind of deserves it) has been limping along for 2+ years...although mostly nowadays I just poke at it occasionally

Fic I spent the least time on: i have no idea, i’ve got a bad habit of coming back to a “finished” fic months or even years later and messing with it.  Maybe The Witch Dreaming, a weird little Nyo!EnglandxGreece fic that needed more notes explaining what it was about than it had actual words.  it was one of those *sudden inspiration* *scribble scribble scribble* “wait, what the fuck is this?” fics

Longest fic: Brother, Can You Spare a Dime (RusAme domestic fluff & death threats in the Great Depression/Stalinist USSR, burns so slow they barely manage to kiss right before WWII breaks out, ends badly) clocks in at roughly 21K and it’s not even half finished.  technically my main WIP but i don’t focus

Shortest fic: The World in the Palm of Your Hand, a tiny little Revolution!America character study, 147 words including its entire title?  i know i used to write drabbles & flashfics but that document is...problematic right now

Most hits/Most kudos/Most comment threads/Most bookmarks: yeaaaah, about that...see “haven’t uploaded anything.”  i think i uploaded a couple of fics to tumblr, possibly an old account, but if i did nobody ever read ‘em

Total word count: eeesh, probably at least 150K if we’re counting everything

Favorite fic I wrote: it changes but im still fond of Skin, a bunch of little spamano...vignettes? that i started back around 2014 and still enjoy, which isn’t something i say about a lot of my old writing

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: ...all of them.  if i have to choose probably Take the Long Way Home, a partially-finished NorwayxSouth Italy Human!ExchangeStudent!AU that i used to love back in its day of ~2012-2014 but now is very...dusty.  writing style changed a lot from what it was back then, lots of “new to the fandom” tropes, lots of “real humans don’t act like this it’s just more dramatic” plot holes...i could do a lot with rewriting it, i just generally work on more recent things and i leave it fossilized and occasionally say “but what if”

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:  

Brother, Can You Spare a Dime:  What was supposed to happen was that they’d be met by the secret police at the train station, and U.S. Personification Alfred Jones would be arrested as a foreign spy.

What actually happened was that after giving up at the train station, one of Ivan’s bosses’ secretaries met them at the front of Ivan’s office building, where he waited and kicked his heel against the wall because he couldn’t light a cigarette without dropping America’s wrist and no amount of exasperated sighs from America was going to convince him it was safe to do so, and when the human secretary did get out there all he said was, “The police aren’t coming.”

Ivan closed his eyes.  “Why are the police not coming?”

“They say you seem like you’ve got it handled, Comrade Braginsky,” said the secretary.

“How am I supposed to handle him?” Ivan said through his teeth, waving America’s arm, “Keep a grip on him like he’s a child until they feel fit to interrogate him?”

<<Hi,>> said America sardonically.

The secretary pressed his lips thin.  “I don’t know, comrade.”

“He’s an American spy!”

“I am not being spy!” America said.  “Not!”

The human looked between them, then said to Russia, “I don’t know what else to tell you, Comrade Braginsky.  I don’t have the authority to override the chief of police.”

Slowly, Russia rubbed his eyes.  “...I know, comrade.  Very well.  Take down a message for me, will you?”

Russia’s bosses received a note, in lieu of Russia returning to work as he’d planned:  Have in custody suspected American spy, name of ALFRED JONES (note English spelling).  Contact American consulate as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Russia would take America to the only place he knew he could keep an eye on the foreign nation.

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[and then they were roommates.  I don’t know nearly enough about Soviet Russia to depict it with any amount of accuracy but I’m writing gay country anime boys, this isn’t the place to look for a documentary.]

i know a lot of people who follow me write fanfiction so if you do and you see this, you’re tagged!  let’s try to tag people who i know write:  @gothicmagpie @knowledgequeenabc @convenientalias uhh I don’t know how many of my other followers are both active & writers