#fan fic
15th December
‘Tis the Damn Seasonby@zanniscaramouche
2886 words // mature
The door will open and he’ll smile wide and genuine at the people who raised him, his teary-eyed mother and rosey-face step-father. He won’t think about the cabin in the woods again until next December.
13th December
Locked In (Your Safe Haven)by@artsymisfitlover
8116 words // Teen
We’ve all dreamt of getting locked in a shopping mall overnight, running around with no abandon. But what happens when you actually do get locked in one on the night of Christmas Eve? Oh, and just so you know, you’re not alone.
Or a tooth rotting fluff filled Christmas fic based on the prompt “Getting trapped in a shopping mall together during after-hours in which they were Christmas shopping too hard.”
Feat. an extremely generous and teddy bear hearted Harry Styles and a head over heels Louis Tomlinson.
12th December
A Kiss For Christmasby@ladyaj-13
3272 words // Teen
Louis meets Father Christmas, then twenty one years later, he meets his son.
Sometimes it’s the quiet moments or particular turn of phrase that makes a fic memorable. This fic won me over with this early excerpt:
Greg noticed that the Holmes brothers shared one very interesting trait. When surprised or caught off-guard – which was rare – they didn’t jump or frown or blush or chuckle nervously when trying to regroup and formulate a response: They blinked.
Sherlock did so rapidly, many times in a row, which – if he’d had a different sort of personality, and a less stark and serious face – would have almost seemed coy and flirtatious. Mycroft tended to stagger his blinks a little bit. They’d come in a group, then stop for a bit, and then another set would follow.
Greg had to smother a smile when as he took in Mycroft’s otherwise-impassive expression. Nothing on his face moved except his eyelids.
Blinkblinkblink. Pause. Blinkblink.
It’s a “Greg surprises Mycroft by asking him out on a date” fic. And they choose an unusual and remarkable location.
“Stigma” by Mystrade_Dispatch (12K, T)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2184057(Also, there’s an in-joke where Greg sees someone who looks like him on Doctor Who. Heh.)
Oh! Talked about Mycroft’s blinks few days ago. I forgot this story existed (and it’s not in my bookmark!) and now I’m reading this with my breakfast
May 29th. His 47th birthday was getting closer and closer. Tony didn’t want to think about it. That absolutely did not stop his best friend in the slightest.
Rhodey bullied Tony out of his lab for the afternoon. Tony knew what his best friend was up to, he was trying to get Tony to partake in some kind of birthday celebration. Tony really didn’t want to. But Rhodey knew just how to convince him otherwise.
“It’s not every day you have a birthday, Tones,” he said.
“Sugar plum you know I don’t like my birthday,”
Rhodey rolled his eyes.
“I told you in college, so long as I have some kind of say in it, you’re never spending another birthday on your own,” Rhodey said.
I NEED A LONG SLOW-BURN KRBK FIC, MULTIPLE CHAPTERS, PREFERABLY LITTLE TO NO NSFW, MAIN RELATIONSHIP MUSTBE KIRIBAKU, PREFERABLY ON AO3.
I’ve been binging video essays on the Metal Gear franchise recently because literary analysis is a pit as deep as the depression my mind finds itself mired in, and I came up with an idea for a new Metal Gear game.
Set almost two hundred years in the future, mankind has finally begun to colonize the stars. Governments still exist, but they are all but shells. All the power is now concentrated in the hands of a few megacorporations, keeping the masses happy with an endless stream focus tested of entertainment slurry as they divide up the stars for themselves.
But then, the worst case scenario happens. An alien invasion strikes, and humanity is thrust back into war. One corporation goes back to the drawing board and uses their advanced technology to resurrect Les Infant Terribles. Using the last remaining bit of Big Boss’s DNA they create a final clone: Echo Snake.
Thrust into a sci-fi cyberpunk hellscape, Echo Snake is tasked with turning the tide against the alien threat. But he is no secret like his predecessors. His exploits are televised. he is a celebrity. The megacorporations sell his merch. He becomes a commodity to be bought and sold.
Throughout the first half of the story, Echo Snake will make friends and allies. Cyborgs and genetically mutated warriors, all with express purpose of fighting this infinite cosmic threat, and making the Megacorporations money.
But, midway through the game, the terrible truth is revealed: There are no aliens. There is no invasion. Only a series of proxy battles and sham fights crafted for the express purpose of manufacturing conflict for the megacorporations to make money off of. And you, Echo Snake? You’re just another product, created to cash in on the legend of Snake and Big Boss. Nostalgia sells, after all.
Cast aside and left for dead, Echo Snake is rescued by a band of colonists on the moons of Jupiter who nurse him back to health. These colonists are not a part of any listed colony. They are, in fact, rebels, trying to make a life free of the megacorporations.
With renewed purpose, our hero casts off the name Echo Snake, and takes up the name Ghost Snake, the Phantom of History.
The second half of the game is dedicated to fighting the megacorporations, and exposing their dirty laundry. Those allies you made in the first half become your enemies, unable to break free of the corporate shackles around their necks. You are forced to put them down.
in the end, you strike a devastating blow against the megacorporations, exposing the truth of the aliens and assassinating a good portion of their leadership. But the fight has only just begun, after all: The More War Changes, the More it Stays the Same.
(Dad!Lex Au: Lex Luthor knows where babies come from. Until he doesn’t.)
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The stork opened their beak, light shining out of their mouth. “I AM HERE TO DELIVER YOUR BABY.”
“What,” said Lex.
“I AM HERE TO DELIVER YOUR BABY. WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE BABY?”
“What the fu—“
“CONNOR! AN EXCELLENT CHOICE.”
“Stop right there,” Lex finally cut in. “I’m not having a baby,” he argued.
“YOU MADE A WISH AND IT WAS GRANTED.”
Lex scoffed. “This is ridiculous. I know I’m dreaming.” And clearly projecting his subconscious insecurities, but he was not going to dignify that by saying it out loud.
“YOU ARE.” the stork agreed. “YOUR HOME IS ALSO DIFFICULT TO BREAK INTO WHEN AWAKE.”
“Fine, let’s push this charade along,” Lex said, as he made a mental note to look into dream defenses later. “So, what, I wished for a dream baby by magic?” he accused.
“NO. BY YOU AND YOUR PARTNER’S DNA.”
The stork then thrusted a pamphlet into Lex’s hands. The front read: Your Non-Magic Baby and You.
“READ FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION. I DELIVER BABIES, NOT BIOLOGY LESSONS.”
Lex’s jaw twitched. “The flaw with your gambit is that I don’t have a partner,” he corrected, ignoring the slight for now.
The stork squinted their flaming eyes at Lex, like he was a particularly dim bulb. They declared, “IN THE EVENT OF DENIAL, THE DONOR IS TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS.”
“Anony—? That’s unacceptable. Who is the other parent?” Lex demanded, crushing the pamphlet in his hand.
“THE DONOR IS TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS,” the stork repeated.
“Then I refuse,” Lex said, despite the weird twinge in chest. He ignored it.
“YOU ACCEPTED THE BABY WHEN NAMING IT.”
“Oh fuck you—“
“NO RETURNS OR REFUNDS.”
The stork had Lex backed into a corner on this, but only for now. Fucking dream logic. “Fine. I suppose I have no choice but agree to the conditions,” he ground out.
“YOU ALREADY DID.”
“I’m waking up now,” said Lex.
Then There Was You by Sasparella76
Harry Styles stopped at the park to relax after an unusually stressful day at Angel Cakes bakery. Little did he know he was about to meet a rather curly old English sheepdog. And he had no idea the affectionate stray had also made another friend…
We’ll Never Fall Apart by GMTYUniverse
Harry’s hand seems to tremble a bit as he takes the pen from Louis.
Louis pretends he doesn’t notice.
It’s not his right anymore to notice, he thinks to himself. Or maybe it is – as friends. He’s not sure what being just friends entails, if he’s being entirely honest. He’s a bit confused where they’ve drawn the line, or will be drawing the line. It’s just - it’s not really clear where they stand at the moment. Despite all the paperwork surrounding Oliver, there’s so much left unsaid. Then again, maybe everything already has been said and Louis is just scrambling for reasons to keep holding on.
or the one where Louis and Harry’s relationship falls apart after 7 years, but the rescue dog they raised together doesn’t understand the joint-custody agreement they’ve hashed out.
Soar by Lemon_cakes_tea
“He likes you” He says, and softly continues the scratches, “He’s stilled because he’s aware that you are scared of him”
“Oh!” Harry exclaims, “No, no. I’m not scared of him”
The owner raises his brow, “I’m just not a fan of flying… and heights… and all that,” Harry explains.
Or the one with the Hippogriff.
A Light Illuminated (Calling You Home) by LadyLondonderry
Louis has inherited a farm from an uncle he barely knew. It’s not in the best state, and he’s facing the reality of having to let some of the workers go if profits don’t drastically improve. It’s not a nice idea.
Then Harry comes into the picture. A prince in need of a place to lay low for a while. It’s a little awkward, and a lot unconventional, but he’s paying well and Louis can’t turn down the opportunity.
If only he didn’t give Louis such conflicting feelings.
Authors, please tag @1dpetfest in your fic posts so I can reblog them
Soar by Anonymous
“He likes you” He says, and softly continues the scratches, “He’s stilled because he’s aware that you are scared of him.”
“Oh!” Harry exclaims, “No, no. I’m not scared of him.”
The owner raises his brow, “I’m just not a fan of flying… and heights… and all that,” Harry explains.
Or the one with the Hippogriff.
Louis & Harry | Rated: M | 4K words | On AO3
We’ll Never Fall Apart by Anonymous
Harry’s hand seems to tremble a bit as he takes the pen from Louis.
Louis pretends he doesn’t notice.
It’s not his right anymore to notice, he thinks to himself. Or maybe it is – as friends. He’s not sure what being just friends entails, if he’s being entirely honest. He’s a bit confused where they’ve drawn the line, or will be drawing the line. It’s just - it’s not really clear where they stand at the moment. Despite all the paperwork surrounding Oliver, there’s so much left unsaid. Then again, maybe everything already has been said and Louis is just scrambling for reasons to keep holding on.
Or the one where Louis and Harry’s relationship falls apart after 7 years, but the rescue dog they raised together doesn’t understand the joint-custody agreement they’ve hashed out.
Louis & Harry | Rated M | 21K words | On AO3
Then There Was You by Anonymous
Harry Styles stopped at the park to relax after an unusually stressful day at Angel Cakes bakery. Little did he know he was about to meet a rather curly old English sheepdog. And he had no idea the affectionate stray had also made another friend…
Louis & Harry | Rated: G | 8K words | On AO3
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There are names that every child in the Wizarding World knows.
Remus Lupin
Nymphadora Tonks
Fred Weasley
Colin Creevey
Alastor Moody
Names made famous by the survivors, by the ones who lived and triumphed and made their names known.
But there are names lost to that time of terror, names which vanished into the ether with their bearer’s last breath.
The Hampton family, who were crossing the Brockdale Bridge at the exact wrong time.
The kindly witch in Kent who took in Muggle-born orphans and died trying to protect them from a Death Eater raid.
The 34 orphans living with her at the time.
Their parents, dragged into the Ministry and disappeared, while they ran and ran and ran.
The bodies that burned behind Malfoy manor, unknown and uncared for.
The unknown fighters who fell at the Battle of Hogwarts, disfigured beyond recognition and without family to miss them
So many others, lost to hunger and fear, to torture and prejudice.
Don’t forget the unknown names, the ones without a voice to speak for them. They tried to erase them from this world, sure that they were inconsequential.
Prove them wrong.
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Begin Again - Rated T
Chapter Ten
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The drive to work was easy, stress free, and manageable; the complete opposite of what Inuyasha was feeling right now.
After the wedding he had gone to bed and stared at the ceiling the entire night in complete agony and despair, mentally kicking his own ass until he was black and blue. Inuyasha was given so many chances to do it right, and all he seemed to do was mess it up every time.
He didn’t even tell her anything, he just kissed her and ran away.
Kagome deserved more than that, including a better kiss, and he still couldn’t do either thing right! He was so close to expressing his feelings, grabbing her by the waist to pull her into him, and giving her a kiss that left her ravaged and boneless. He sucks at expressing himself, he’s even worse at talking to others, but he needed to show her how much he wanted her, and then he ruined it with a little peck and a quick escape.
Inuyasha knew she wouldn’t be awake so early in the morning, even with things on her mind she loved to sleep in late, therefore he took advantage of that and ran off to his shop before she woke. He needed to organize his thoughts and give her exactly what she deserved from him.
Besides an explanation.
He wasn’t paying attention to the stack of papers on his desk, copies of receipts and signed documents that were in need of organization. It’s quick work, and Inuyasha normally gets this done within the hour, but he was stalling. He knew that when he got home he had to face the music, whether it was Kagome’s fiery wrath or his attempt to mend what he cracked; it was down to either of them to start the conversation.
His shop wasn’t open on the weekends because he and Shippo had lives to live and they had built loyal clientele that keep the business running. If they came to work on Sunday, it was more operational work, small things that they had no time to finish during the week that needed to be out of the way before Monday rolled back. If he had a choice, he would never come on a Sunday at all, but he was the owner, he needed to be on his game.
Within four hours of sulking and milking time, Inuyasha was done with the bookkeeping portion of his job. He closed up shop and drove to the nearest fast food joint, he wanted a burger and damn it he was going to get himself one.
The car’s radio was playing music on low volume while Inuyasha ate quietly inside of it. He watched the cars of hungry people pull into the drive through to stuff their faces just like he was. It was miserable being alone, and for the first time he couldn’t find any comfort in the solace.
As he ate, one of the songs that he and Kagome had sang to yesterday started to play, and he rolled up the volume just a bit to hear it. His passenger side was empty, even with the memory he had of her singing along to the music couldn’t fill up the void. Her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, blue dress snugged to her body, dark eyes and a smile that could kill him and resuscitate him all at once; she looked like a dream and he felt like an idiot.
His stomach was full as he continued to drive with no destination, he didn’t want to go home yet because he still needed time to sulk and think. The last thing he wanted to do was lose her, he couldn’t run away forever, and he knew he needed to explain it all once and for all.
In such a short time Kagome had changed so much about his life, seeing her everyday was enough for any shitty day at work instantly had made it better. He doesn’t know when she went from the girl next door who he likes to tease to the girl he can’t stop thinking about, but ever since he came to the realization of his feeling he’s been neither here nor there. Too afraid to speak up, show her what she means to him, eating his own words and looking like a hypocrite instead of taking a chance to be able to call her his
She stays on his mind daily, from morning to night; even on days where he doesn’t go to sleep. Everything she does repeats in his head like a movie, he thinks of her laugh or her smile and he becomes a flustered mess from the safety of his own home. He wants to hold her close, touch her skin, breathe her in and become enraptured with everything that is Kagome.
She is everything, and he’s taken more than enough time to let that truth sink in.
“I cant’t lose her,” he said into his reflection from the rear view mirror, expression serious, “Not when I’m this close.”
He made a right instead of a left like he had originally intended, because that right turn would lead him where he’s destined to be, and the former would just waste more time.
It was a bit of a drive to get home, but he had made up his mind, even if it took hours to get to there, for her he would do it.
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Inuyasha has been avoiding Kagome all day, and it was starting to get on her very last nerve.
After he had run off to hide from her, she never saw him again. She thought she would see him in the morning, and yet he hadn’t made a sound since the day had started. Kagome had forced herself to change out of her dress and get ready for bed, told herself she would talk to him in the morning, ask him if he was okay, and why did he run after kissing her.
However, her mind had other plans and her fatigue didn’t hit her until it was three in the morning after tossing and turning for hours. Her body and brain were exhausted, she had nothing more left in her to squeeze out, and figuring out Inuyasha would have to wait until tomorrow.
Well, it was now tomorrow, and those ears of his were nowhere in sight. She waited patiently to hear if he was alive in his home, but a sound never came from it, she was only met with silence. Their little knocking technique didn’t work on him either, because every time she knocked on the wall he never knocked back.
Breakfast was made with little to no interest because Kagome wasn’t hungry, she just knew that she needed to eat or else her body would shut down. For hours she cleaned her house to distract herself, waiting for a lifeline if her favorite half-demon decodes to leave his house or return home. Her house was spotless, and she was running out of options. Huffing angrily into her bathroom, she grabbed her favorite set of loungewear and scrubbed her body clean. Paramore blasted loudly while she showered, but this time Kagome was too upset and frustrated to sing along.
If Inuyasha was home right now, he would know he was in deep trouble.
Kagome couldn’t stop the self-doubt from hitting her like a slap to the face. Did he regret kissing her? Is that why he ran away? If he was going to regret it, why do it in the first place? Did he not want her? Was it an impulsive decision that he was disgusted with?
“God, he doesn’t make sense,” she argued in the shower. “If I had just gone with my plan, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Hot water hit her back, an attempt to get to relax her muscles and ease her mind.
It didn’t work.
“Maybe if I told him it would have been worse than this,” her voice echoed in the bathroom.
Finally clean and rid of sweat and grime, Kagome brushed her hair and moisturized her skin, hoping that maybe the hydrating lotion would help her relax.
It didn’t.
It was now the afternoon, she was sitting on her couch trying to read a book with Buyo beside her lap when the jingle of keys took her attention away. Immediately she had two options, either it was Inuyasha, or her friendly elderly neighbor who never seemed to mind when she and the hanyou next door were rowdy late at night. The thing is, Mrs. Bostelo usually leaves early on Sundays to visit her grandchildren and doesn’t return until eight in the evening.
Right now, her clock told her that it was 4:30, and Mrs. Bostelo always arrived to see happy meowing kittens bellowing about her return. Kagome could hear them every time like it was a routine, yet this time she heard nothing.
She did hear a guttural, deep ground come from her door that sounded a lot like Inuyasha.
Swiftly she shut her book closed and tossed it to the side, she hadn’t been reading anything anyway, too distracted by what was going on in her head.
“I’m so scared right now I feel like I’m going to throw up,” she said as she paced around her living room, quickly hyping her self up to run to the door. “But look where fear led me, Buyo. The guy I want is right next door to me and he kissed me and I haven’t seen him all day.”
Her slippers were on her feet before she could process was she was doing, “I need answers, Buyo. I need to tell him! I’ve played this cat and mouse game enough time to count.”
Her keys were in her hands in seconds, if he was about to run inside his apartment, she’d be prepared to lock her door before he shut her out, “I screwed up by not telling him before, but not anymore Buyo. Fear be damned, rejection is inevitable and I deserve to be loved and to love someone back.”
Fists rolled into tight little balls, Kagome heaved out a breath of air and opened her door. There he was, standing right outside her door with a sorrowful look on his face. Ready or not; she was going to talk to him. Tell him how she feels about him, and deal with the painful consequences of rejection later.
“Kagome,” his voice wavered, it sounded breathless and astonished, and it made her body shiver.
She was beautiful, hair still cascading in waves around her face and shoulders while she wore a pair of puffy pants and a tank top.
He’s never wanted her more than right now.
“Can we talk?” She inwardly cringed, sounding angrier than what she actually felt.
Her heart was pounding in her ears. She wants him so much, hopes that he wants her back too. Kagome has her mind made; Inuyasha was her muse, her second chance, the person she wanted to create new memories with. It could turn into something beautiful, filled with trust, and worth the battles and the falls. She wanted to be his second chance too, if he let her, all he needed to do was give her the green light.
He heard Kagome’s breathing increasing and moved closer to her, “I-I was just about to ask you that.” She didn’t say another word, instead she grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, successfully leading him into her apartment and away from their neighbors. It was silent, the air felt heavy and constrictive; it was like their lungs were being squeezed into a box that kept getting smaller and smaller. Before Kagome could give him a chance to speak, she swallowed her nerves and decided to face the problem head on.
“How do you do something like that and run away, Inuyasha?” She shakily asked, her tone was a whisper yet it screamed like venom. She knew he could hear her, because his ears stood at attention facing her direction, flicking every so often. “Do you regret it? Is that why you ran away?”
Inuyasha’s eyes were locked onto hers while his heart thumped rapidly in his chest, she looked so unsure of herself, the complete opposite of the Kagome he’s gotten to know, and he wanted to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her.
However, he was the one who made her feel this way, and due to that he hates himself so much right now.
“I don’t regret kissing you.” He finally spoke, his baritone voice becoming the loudest sound in the room, “I can’t regret somethin’ like that.”
“Then why did you run away?” She asked, her voice becoming a little louder then before.
He groaned from his own frustration and stared up at the ceiling for some kind of answer. Inuyasha never wanted to fuck this up, and now he did, and was too scared to work up the courage to talk to her. Rejection was at the peak of the mountain, and he was hanging off it, only holding on by the grip of his fingers.
That grip was beginning to slip one by one.
“I was scared,” his eyes met hers, gold and full of worry, “Scared that I messed up everything we had because I decided to kiss you without even askin’ ya first!”
Kagome looked into his eyes to search for any kind of lie and found nothing, instead, she found a man who was desperate and afraid, just like she was. “I-I’m scared too!” She cried, “Scared that I would mess it all up!”
Slowly the truth was coming out as they uncovered more from each other, there was no other way to do it. They both wanted more with each other, the possibility of blossoming into more tastes so sweet; it was just at the tip of their tongues. One taste and they would both be addicted to it forever.
Inuyasha stared at her wide-eyed, clearly in disbelief, “God Kagome you drive me crazy.”
“What?” She asked breathlessly.
He walked closer to her with enough room to grab her and pull her into him, but also with enough space to stay apart. “You’ve driven me so crazy that none of this was supposed to happen the way that it did!”
She squinted at him in question, her heart threatening to pull itself apart inside her chest. “Are you saying you didn’t want to kiss me the way that you did, or that you didn’t want to kiss me but felt like you had to?”
Inuyasha stared at her wide-eyed, “Yes, well. No? Not like that!”
Kagome pulled herself into a tight hug to protect herself, “Inuyasha, you’re not making any sense right now,” her voice wavered.
“Fuck, Kagome!” He growled out, his patience was wearing thin. Talking about his feelings has never been easy, and confessing to the woman he’s borderline in love with was proven to be even more difficult. But he did this, and he needed to fix it; he didn’t want to see her like this because of him.
She deserved an answer, even if it meant pulling apart the last layer of skin he had to protect himself. He was going to be left vulnerable, but damn it all, he told himself he was going to confess last night at the wedding. Just because it was now the day after didn’t mean he felt any different.
‘Spit it out, you idiot!” He yelled inside of his head. The tension was high inside the living room, not even the sleeping cat on the couch could brighten up the mood. He had made up his mind last night, and confirmed it with himself this morning; and if he had any sense in keeping his word he would do it now.
“When I kissed ya, I even surprised myself, b-but I’ve been wantin’ to kiss you for a long time. Even before I knew what I felt for you.” His voice was shaking, or maybe it was his entire body, but he couldn’t take it back now. The words left his mouth and now it was up to Kagome to give him an answer.
Kagome hugged herself tighter and groaned, his confession made her entire body tighten. He feels the same way about her as she does about him, and it was making her brain short circuit.
“You make me want to pull my hair out!” She bit her bottom lip in order to get ready, it was now or never. “Inuyasha, I like you. I like you so much. I’m so infatuated with you that sometimes I wanted to go outside and scream. To go tell the entire world how much I like you!” Her chest heaved as she panted from how strongly she spoke.
Inuyasha swears he felt his heart stop beating. Everything clicked, her sleepy confession wasn’t something she did just during fatigue, she likes him back, and he wanted to go into the other room and bang his head against the wall. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
Her body was screaming from the number of emotions she’s been flipping through this entire time, “I should ask you the same question!”
His ears flattened and his face dropped, knowing good and well he didn’t tell her earlier out of fear. If he had been as confident as he pretends to be, maybe this wouldn’t have become a giant misunderstanding.
Kagome’s heart panged painfully at the look on his face, apologetic and broken. She didn’t mean to make him feel like it was his fault, she knew of his past, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out why he had been quiet for so long.
The distance between them was killing her, and she gathered herself to move closer to him until their chests bumped. “No, Inuyasha, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I know better, and I understand why you didn’t tell me.”
Inuyasha grumbled, his frustration directed at himself, “S’not yer fault it took this long for me to tell ya.” He hung his head and sighed, “A part of me thought you’d reject me, and I guess that stems from what happened with my ex.”
Kagome nodded, fully understanding what he meant. The story he told her when they ate at the diner never leaving her memory. She laid her forehead on his hard chest and laughed through her nose, she felt the his muscles contracting as she rested on his body, “I’m at fault too.”
Raising her head so her chin rests on his pectorals, she met his piercing gaze. “After what happened with my ex, I was scared about meeting the same fate if I tried again. But then, I met you, and the more my feelings grew for you the more scared I got.”
Inuyasha’s hands immediately went to her waist to feel her closer, both of their confessions were out the window, and a mixture of emotions were cascading around them like a waterfall. He wanted to tell her she didn’t have a reason to apologize because he was scared too. He let his fear of losing her hold him back from this moment, from the truth, and that his past didn’t play such a big role in this as she thinks it has.
He squeezed her sides, whether to feel or to calm his nerves he didn’t know. “Kagome, you shouldn’t take all of the blame when I fumbled around you too. I let fear stop me from comin’ clean to ya.” He paused, releasing a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to lose you.”
She rested her palms onto his chest and pushed her head off of it, allowing them to be face to face, the feeling of closeness and the intimacy was so strong she could taste it. “Remember when you came home drunk after the elevator?”
A quizzical look etched his face, “Yes. I woke up on yer couch and then ya stuffed me with pancakes.”
A smile spread across her cheeks which made Inuyasha’s chest tighten, he hasn’t seen her smile since last night.
“After I helped you inside because I was not letting you sleep on the balcony, you almost kissed me, a-and other stuff…” she clears her throat, “I was never going to tell you because you woke up so afraid thinking that you did something wrong, and you didn’t! Please, don’t think you did. I-I was actually so disappointed when you pulled away because you told me you didn’t want to kiss me in the state you were in.”
Inuyasha was fighting his tongue, he wanted to say something, anything; ask her questions and apologize for almost taking advantage of her when he showed up drunk. However he let her speak, she asked for more time to explain, and he would give her as much as she asked for.
“It made me realize you felt the same way I did. And it scared me because I want you so much, but I couldn’t let go of the fear that tugged at me. Fear that you would reject me because I was broken, or because you didn’t feel the same way.”
He made a move to say something, but she tapped his chest with her finger to signal that she wasn’t done. “After the second incident with Kei, it changed. I told Kei that I had found someone new, someone else that treats me the way I deserved.”
The hands on his chest gripped his shirt desperately as if she was trying to cling to whatever courage she had left. “Inuyasha, I was talking about you.”
“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to go in and try to kiss you when I was drunk.” His hands snaked from her waist to her cheeks as he cradled her head between them. “When I say you drive me crazy, I mean it in the best way possible.”
Kagome lifted one hand from his chest and flattened it against his, she could instantly feel the size difference and the warmth that spread from it.
His forehead touched hers as he inched closer, the desire to fill in any remaining space so strong it was like the sun’s gravitational pull.
Clearing his throat he steadied himself, everything that happened to them since the beginning had come to this, and he wasn’t going to mess it up any longer. “You’re always in my head, you make me happy, I want to protect you with my life, and fuck it, I want to make you feel like you’re the happiest girl in the world. I didn’t avoid ya because I regretted kissing ya,” he paused and took a breath to steady himself. “I avoided you because I thought I ruined everything I had with you.”
He was breathing hard, golden eyes searching through rich brown as if trying to expel the remainder of his feelings into her soul. “I didn’t want to lose you.”
Kagome flashed him a smile, bright and inviting, “You could never lose me.”
There was a change in the air and it felt refreshing, like some invisible force flicked on a switch and changed the entire lighting of the room. The oxygen they breathed into their lungs felt cleaner, as if the contaminated and heavy particles in their chests had become purified. Each time they inhaled their chests felt lighter and the weight on their shoulders disappeared.
It didn’t matter to either of them that they had baggage, insecurities, or faults; they simply wanted each other with all of the difficult parts included.
“Can I kiss you?” He blurted, raw and guttural, as if his body depended on it, pulling himself impossibly closer to her. “Can I kiss you for all of the times I didn’t, for all of the times I wanted to, and for as much time as you’ll let me?”
She watched in bated breath as he leaned closer to her lips, and Kagome raised herself on her tiptoes, the warmth of her mouth washing over his lips, “You can kiss me forever.”
For a moment it was as if a clock had stopped ticking and the entire planet lay frozen, the only movement being captured was the synchronization of their bodies. Inuyasha’s mouth was on hers within seconds, the rapid speed not giving her enough time to catch her breath. His hands were still latched against the sides of her face like an anchor, yet his fingers now found solace in her hair, entangling themselves in her tresses in order to hold onto reality.
Kagome’s knuckles were stark white as she gripped his shirt hard enough to rip it apart, she was too busy pouring her feelings into their kiss to worry about his clothes, and she knew he wouldn’t give a damn either. Their mouths molded into each other so easily as they fought to stay afloat or risk drowning in each other.
Inuyasha moved his hands from her face and bent down to grab underneath her thighs, the movement causing their mouths to part and a needy whine to escape Kagome’s throat. The absence didn’t last too long because his lips found hers again after lifting her up from the floor. She gasped at the sudden change in position and Inuyasha swallowed it with his mouth, allowing for his tongue to enter and deepen the kiss.
Her legs wrapped around his waist while her arms snaked around his neck and shoulders to pull him closer. Long, silver hair fell through her fingers as she gripped for support and it only made him kiss her harder. She moaned into his mouth which caused his chest to vibrate in a low, satisfied growl that had Kagome’s body heat up and her stomach flutter.
She pulled away first, her lungs desperately clinging for more oxygen as she stared into his eyes. Inuyasha was looking at her like a predator, his auburn gaze so piercing it was like he was staring directly into her soul. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he wanted to keep kissing her lips until they were swollen and red, and until she couldn’t kiss him any longer.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He said as he panted, “I can’t get enough of you.”
He kissed her lips, her chin, jaw, and then down her neck while he walked them into his bedroom. Kagome breathed heavily, her thoughts only on how his lips felt on her skin and Inuyasha, Inuyasha, Inuyasha. Slender fingers gripped his shoulders to stabilize herself, her body tingling with every brush of his lips on her neck.
She doesn’t know when they reached her bedroom, nor does she expect to feel her back hit the mattress in one smooth, sudden landing. Her hands were still gripping his shirt while he kissed her, the changing in a position not stopping his mouth from exploring every inch of her.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome breathed, whiny and needy, “Kiss me again, please kiss me again.”
The half-demon sucked on her neck, ears flicking at every tiny moan that left her pink mouth. He wanted to devour her entirely, leave marks of his lips all over her body and permanently tattoo them on her skin. Her scent was enticing as always, vanilla and strawberry body wash mixed with her natural scent and he wanted to drown in it.
Lifting his mouth from her neck proved to be a difficult task as he continued to kiss her some more, but as shakey, gentle fingers made their way into his hair and over his ears it made his body jolt to a stop.
Kagome exhaled slowly as she gently stroked his ears, the white fur was as soft as his hair but with a completely different texture. They were as delicate and velvety as she believed them to be, the realization making a happy giggle bubble from her throat.
Inuyasha braced his hands against the mattress and lifted himself up, watching Kagome as she played with his ears. His lips were parted in wonder as he looked at her, paying attention to the flush of her skin and the way her hair haloed around her head. Her mouth was pink and swollen from kissing her, and there was a part of him that wanted to ravage her more until they were painted red. She seemed to be glowing under the light of his lamp, ethereal; like a goddess, and he took a mental picture of how she looked to keep in his memories forever.
Kagome was oblivious to his acute observation until her eyes moved from the fluffy appendages to his auburn gaze. He was looking at her so intensely that she squeaked from embarrassment, immediately dropping her hands and resting them against her hand on the bed. “I-I’m sorry, I should have asked you fir-“
He kissed her again, sloppy and deep, tongue darting into her mouth to taste her more. She moaned into the kiss and he drank it, feeling small hands slither up his forearms and onto his shoulders, resting them there to hold on.
Inuyasha broke away from her lips before resting his forehead on hers, “You can touch my ears whenever ya want to.” He pecked her lips again and again, “Ya never have’ta ask.”
Kagome made a noise of excitement as she cupped his face and kissed him back, “I can’t get enough of you,” her delicate fingers made their journey back up to his ears again.
While she touched his ears, Inuyasha kissed her nose, cheeks, and all over. The endless, soft pecks tickled her skin making Kagome erupt in light, joyous laughter. “You’re tickling me!”
“Get used to it,” he said with a smirk. “I’m gonna kiss ya all over, today, tomorrow, forever, just like ya said.”
His lips met hers again, once, twice, before they moved to her jaw. “You’re going to be worn out by the time you’re done!”
“Kagome, baby,” he risked kissing her lower, above her chest, where the soft skin of her bust poked out of her tank top. She gasped and it sent his body into a frenzy, his lips continuing to leave marks on her body. He didn’t dare move any lower, afraid he’ll be moving too quickly and make her nervous. “I’m just tryin’ to make up for the lost time.”
They kissed for what seemed like hours while nervous hands explored each other’s bodies over the fabric of their clothing. Skin never touched skin besides one clawed hand venturing underneath her top, just enough to feel the heat of her stomach and the contraction of muscles that moved whenever there was a stroke of a finger. The warmth of their bodies washed over them like a wave, the movement of their mouths unfurling all their senses, tasting each other until there was nothing more but a mixture of souls.
“Mmm, Inuyasha.” Kagome called softly, “Come here, please?”
His eyes met hers from the valley of her breasts, barely covered up by the thin fabric of her shirt. Her arms were spread wide open as she invited him into her, and it didn’t take him long to figure out what she wanted.
Inuyasha crawled back into her and rested his head underneath her chin, his arms wrapping around her back to pull her in close while she rested hers around his neck and the back of his head. For a moment, they lay in peaceful silence, allowing themselves to catch their breath while listening to the beating of each other’s hearts.
“I wanna keep kissing ya,” the half-demon admitted. “I’m already addicted.”
She snuggled into his hair and smiled, “We have the rest of our lives for you to kiss me. I just wanna stay like this for a little.”
Inuyasha played with the hair that lay against the pillow, being careful not to snip any of the ends off with his claws. A thought came to him then, and he decided to finally put a voice to it. “Remember when Myoga and Totosai called me from the table to talk?”
Kagome hummed in reply, “Yes, but you never explained what happened after.”
The half-demon chuckled, kissing whatever skin he could reach from her neck he could treat to himself. “They came to talk to me about ya, basically fuckin’ giving me pointers on how to ask ya to be my woman.”
Kagome snorted from above him, “And how did that go exactly?”
“It was a waste of my time, clearly. I think if I had done what they told me to do I would be so embarrassed to ever look at ya again.” He kissed her neck more, and a low moan escaped Kagome’s lips, she held him tighter while he continued his attack on her skin.
“I doubt that,” she moaned. “I‘d probably barge into your apartment to talk to you like I did earlier.”
“God, and I’m so glad you did,” he licked her neck and she gasped from the sensation. “Now I can make ya do those sounds forever.”
“And kiss me forever,” Kagome smiled. “Just like I said.”
“Yeah,” he lifted his head and stole another kiss, this time sweet and filled with promises of tomorrow. “Ya can’t take those words back now, Kagome.” She giggled in happiness, the sound was cute and bubbly, “I don’t think I will.”
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It was a Wednesday and Kagome felt like she was floating on air. Sunday came and went like a storm, where the clouds that covered the sky finally settled and the sunlight peeked through, warming the land that had once been flooded due to pouring rain. Work could have been extremely stressful for her, but she wouldn’t even care, because as soon as her shift was over and Inuyasha came home they would lounge on the couch and snuggle to their heart’s content.
It felt like it was too good to be true.
On Monday, with enough shoving, Kagome managed to get Inuyasha to go to work with a chaste kiss. He ended up arriving late due to his insatiable need for her, opting to share another passionate kiss instead of getting ready for a day at work. With enough persuasion, she managed to get him out, and he pouted the entire time. While he was gone at work, and she was too distracted by him to focus on her current tasks; there was a moment where she panicked. She was so happy that she was now with Inuyasha, he made her feel like there was a cloud underneath her feet with every step she took. He was all over her like she was his lifeline, and her lips were the only thing that could supply oxygen into his lungs. And yet, she panicked; because she briefly thought that this could end as quickly as it started, and she’d lose him like how she lost herself with Kei, and maybe even more.
However Inuyasha was there to pick her up, remind her where she was and that whatever bump they encountered in their new relationship they would climb it together.
And she cried because damn it, how could she think of her last relationship and what it did to her when she was now with Inuyasha? Someone who cherished her for everything she had and everything she lacked, knew of her baggage and still looked at her like she was the sun. Behind this tough-guy persona was a man who treated her like she was this delicate, beautiful thing who deserved to be protected and adored.
He wasn’t what she was used to, and she needed time to get accustomed to that.
And yet Inuyasha knew that, and that’s why he doesn’t get upset, because she’s trying, and there will be a day where she doesn’t have to doubt herself or her actions. There will be a day where it clicks and she won’t even notice it. Kagome will just continue to live day to day being treated the way she should have always been treated, and eventually, she’ll stop worrying about whether or not she did something to upset him.
Inuyasha will make sure that Kagome never has to doubt anything ever again. He cared deeply for her, the magnetic pull he felt when he first met her had finally found it’s spot against the cool metal. In a sense, he felt like he had found his home, but he knew it was too early to admit something as big as that. It didn’t matter to him if Kagome had to adjust to this sort of treatment. This was another part of healing, and she was human. He lacks patience with everybody, but for Kagome all of that disappears, and all he wants to do is be near her and hold her close. Everything that comes at them, they will handle it together. Now, as his piercing gaze landed on her small frame, he felt his heart thump again. She was captivating him, like a painting he needed to admire, delicate and yet full of a fire that would not be put out. Inuyasha just wanted to come up at her and kiss her for hours, but life was unfair; he can’t stop what’s happening to ravage his her lips.
He chuckled as he walked out of her bathroom dressed in his red hoodie and worn-out jeans, his girlfriend waiting for him patiently at her front door.
“Ready now?” She giggled, “I’m in desperate need of caffeine.”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes as he grabbed his car keys, poking her in the cheeks as she opened the door. “Ya gotta get that coffee addiction checked out babe.”
Kagome smacked his arm and scoffed, “Until my job gives me enough time to sleep, maybe I wouldn’t need so much.”
He laughed and followed her out the door, making sure to close it quickly before Buyo ran out. “Why are we goin’ out anyway? There’s coffee at home.”
She hopped down the stairs in excitement, “It’s a new cafe that just opened in town! They have bear-shaped ice cubes and so many pastries.”
“Bear-shaped ice cubes, huh?” Inuyasha chuckled, “Never thought of that one.” He looked up at the sky and noticed the grey clouds beginning to roll in, and he made a mental note that they needed to make it back home before the rain started.
He held her hand on the quick drive to the coffee shop, it was just a ten-minute drive down the road. The car ride was peaceful as they sang along to the radio, Inuyasha kissing every knuckle on her hand as many times as he could while his other hand held the wheel.
They parked a block down the street because all of the lots were full and they were lucky enough to find a spot not too far from the cafe. They walked hand in hand, updating each other on how work went for the day and what pastries they wanted to try that Kagome would read off the online menu.
“Okay, so the bear ice cubes isn’t the only bear themed item on the menu,” she smiled, “They have waffles, cakes, and rolls that are all shaped like bears!”
Inuyasha raised his brow, “What do they have that isnt bear shaped?”
Kagome laughed and squeezed his hand, “They have a berry tart that’s called ‘berry-nice to meet you.’”
The half-demon chuckled, completely at a loss for words when it came to the places she chose to take them to. “Of course it’s fuckin’ called that.”
A squeal of excitement immediately caught him off guard. “There it is!” she said as skipping along the sidewalk with her boyfriend in tow. The name Kuma Coffee hung off the side of the building, the sign was large enough to see across the street and it had a brown bear cub’s face drawn beside it.
The inside wasn’t as crowded as Inuyasha had expected it to be, thinking maybe he and Kagome had been lucky enough to arrive before the evening rush. They ordered their coffees, a sandwich to share that wasn’t bear shaped, and two pastries each. Kagome made sure they both ordered something different so that they could try more things at once.
The entire cafe was bear themed, and Inuyasha had to give it to them; they really did make it work. And he’s not saying that just because Kagome likes the place so much. The food was good, and so was the coffee and the pastries. He ended up getting the berry tart, and Kagome managed to eat her giant cinnamon roll that was the size of her palm. The fact that it was themed to be a bear’s head made it gigantic, and yet she ate the entire thing without giving up.
Did he help her?
Maybe.
But, it’s a cinnamon roll. He couldn’t help himself.
“So, what did you think?” His girlfriend asked with curiosity.
Inuyasha hummed in deep thought, he made sure to stare at Kagome as he did so, trying not to laugh at how antsy she was getting with every passing second. “You win again, Mrs. Higurashi,” he grinned.
Kagome gasped in delight, “Yes! You liked it!” She danced in her chair while she sipped the remaining contents of her iced coffee, “Next time it’s your turn, take us wherever you want to go.”
He took the last bite of his raspberry tart and shrugged, “I don’t think I know any places besides the bar, babe.”
She smiled, “I know you’re a beer connoisseur and all,” she paused when he started to laugh, “But ya gotta give me something better than that.”
He threw his head back laughing, eyes crinkling shut as his smile grew and her breath hitched. Inuyasha was the most handsome man she’s ever laid her eyes on, and she found him the most attractive when he laughed like this.
Her heart soared from the joy she felt, “What’s so funny?”
“I gotta step up my game, babe.” He grinned, “Or else yer gonna keep winnin’ every time we go out to eat.”
Kagome rested her hand under her chin, smiling coyly, “I didn’t realize this was a competition, Mr. Taisho.”
He smirked at her, “Only if you want it to be, Ms. Higurashi.”
The tension in the air was thick yet playful, their new and fun challenge awakening both of their competitive sides. It’ll be a struggle for Inuyasha, since now he has to find places that Kagome would definitely not know about, but he’s excited to start.
“This will be fun,” she wiggled her brows playfully, “I’ll continue to blow you away with my choices.”
Inuyasha laughed again, “And I’ll find ya a spot that’ll make you eat those words.”
The couple laughed, the atmosphere between them was light and filled with energy. After a few more minutes of talking and sharing little jokes, they decided it was time for them to go back home and become couch potatoes for the rest of the day. With the gloomy weather rolling in, taking a nap on the sofa while the rain poured on the roof sounded like the perfect idea.
However, they were a little too late, and as soon as they stepped outside the rain was already clamping down onto the earth. Their only choice was to wait it out or run to the car, but it was a block away, and they didn’t bring an umbrella.
“Let’s go back inside and wait it out,” Inuyasha declared. “Hopefully it won’t take too long to stop.”
Kagome stood at the edge of the sidewalk, the small, slanted roof above them covering them from the rain. She poked out her hand and let the water drip down her palm, it was cold and yet so inviting.
Water signified cleanliness, purity, and life. Like the flow of water, life changed drastically whether or not it was for one’s own benefit. Kagome thought of this as a sign, another chance to get it right, to love again, and move forward. Her life had changed so much in the last ten months, and the last three had definitely thrown her in for a loop.
She spent eight months healing from her ex, and the remaining three grasping at straws as she figured out her feelings for Inuyasha. Someone who was a complete stranger, who had started out as her neighbor, then a friend, and now her lover. It’s amazing how much can change in such little time, and with what she had experienced in the past, she was so lucky to have found her person in him.
Inuyasha’s addition into her life came unexpectedly, at a time when she was still fragile and learning about herself. He was a friend she needed without knowing it, and as they grew closer, he became the person she wanted to take a chance with. Whenever he came around it was like a new wave of water washed over her, and she didn’t want to talk about her past or think about what her ex had done to her. She wanted to talk about him, learn about him, and grow a new connection from the ground up. The past and the heaviness of it all didn’t carry as much weight as it used to, because here was a person who knew about what she had gone through, and continued to see the value she had.
It took her so long to see her own value during those first eight months, and after meeting Inuyasha, everything had been sealed. She knew she was more than her past, more than her ex, and deserved more than what she was given.
She wanted to grow a garden with Inuyasha, alongside her own garden where she watered her own flowers, and sometimes if she needed help; he would come by and water them too.
Kagome turned around and met his eyes, a childlike smile appeared on her face, one of joy and wonder. “It’s just water, Inuyasha.”
The half-demon watched in disbelief as she stepped out of the safety of the roof and out underneath the pouring rain. She had a smile on her face the whole time as she let the water wash over her, and sloshed her feet out onto the wet pavement.
“Kagome yer gonna get sick! Are ya crazy?!” He called out to her, “What the hell!” He grumbled before running out and meeting her in the rain.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her in, both of their clothes were now absolutely soaked and they both needed to take a shower when they got home. “Kagome-“
She kissed him, successfully cutting him off from whatever it was he was going to say to her. Her hands grasped his cheeks as if he was an anchor, and she was going to fall if she didn’t hold on tight enough. Inuyasha ignored the rain after that, too busy kissing her back to think of anything else besides the taste of her lips and the feeling of her body pressed against his. With one hand on the small of her back and in-between her shoulders he held her closely; as if the rain would sweep her away if he didn’t.
He pulled away from her and grinned, immediately lifting her up and carrying her bridal style before spinning them around once. Kagome’s laughter was loud and infectious, the sound kept him warm from the bitter cold rain.
“This is so fuckin’ cliche,” He rasped at her, the look in his eyes was full of adoration, “I never thought I’d kiss ya in the rain.”
Kagome giggled as she tightened her hold around his neck and shoulders, shrugging in delight. “There’s a first time for everything.”
He kissed her again with the same passion, want, and need as the first time. He kissed her for her strengths, her weaknesses, her beauty, and for everything that was her. Nothing else mattered, not their wet clothes or the freezing harsh rain. Their hair was stuck to their faces and their clothes were so soaked they would need to squeeze them dry when they returned home. Right now though, how they looked wasn’t their concern, too busy wrapping themselves around each other in an attempt to stay grounded.
For the first time, Kagome feels like there’s nothing that can hold her back, not with Inuyasha’s arms wrapped around her so tightly that the fear of falling never came to mind. She finally found the person she’s been looking for, and she wasn’t going to let him go.
What’s past is past, their lessons were learned, and although they both experienced a sorrowful love that fell apart, that didn’t mean it was their end.
It was a rainy day outside of a cafe when they both experienced it begin again.
Resident Evil 2 sayotsugu au based on a fic my dear friend wrote called ‘’Two Coffins’’. Give it a read, and read Alice’s other stuff as well cause they rock.
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Supercarrier: fandom flagship. Everybody and their dog ships it. The fandom is glutted with artwork and fic. You cannot escape this ship.
Dreadnought: massively popular. Nearly everybody ships it. You can, with dedication, in theory, reach the end of the AO3 archive for the ship’s tag, but it’ll take a long time.
Cruiser: pretty popular ship. Not everyone ships it, but everyone knows about it. Has a good amount of fic/art, and probably multiple ask blogs.
Frigate: just plain popular. Feels like it could use more fanworks. New people to the fandom might not know about it, but they’ll stumble across it sooner rather than later.
Gunboat: bit of a rarepair. It might have an ask blog or two. A couple big name fans ship it. Probably only takes a few weeks to get through the entire AO3 backlog, and one new fic gets added during that time.
Tugboat: rarepair. Almost never seen except as a side pairing to a more popular ship. You can usually get through everything on AO3 in a matter of days. You’ve forgotten what it is to be picky about what you read.
Rowboat: less than a dozen people ship it. You all know each other. You exist in an endless cycle of the same five people desperately producing art and fic and one person who constantly contributes headcanons.
Canoe: you are one of maybe three people who ship it, and there’s a not-insignificant chance you’ve never encountered those other two hypothetical shippers. You spend your days paddling furiously in hopes of keeping the ship afloat, dreaming of the day you upgrade to a rowboat so you can finally rest.
Submarine: Quite a few people ship it, but nobody wants to admit to shipping it. Will randomly appear and throw the other ships into confusion.
Pontoon: that random crossover ship with that one black dress character/trope/fandom everyone will ship with everything else. Has the potential to turn into a massive party until someone gets sick and everyone goes home.
Pedalo: That iconic bizarre crackship whose proponents claim they’re only into it ironically, but secretly they’re all dead serious.
Paging@amythe3lder for the pool noodle definition.
Barge:Not quite seaworthy, but buoyant in both the literal and figurative senses. Someone is always merrily drunktweeting about it at 11pm on Saturday night and then wistfully sobertweeting about it 4 hours later from their kitchen floor. The kind of ship that generates more playlists than fic. Artfully covered in trash and dirty laundry.
Raft:There’s two-to-four people who Ship It Hard and a few others who grab onto the side for safety when there’s drama on their usual flagship.
Barrel: There’s orphaned fic of it. There’s unsigned art of it. There’s headcanon asks on anon. Someone must ship it, but no one knows why or who they are. Your friend got a glimpse once before they ducked back down.
Pool Noodle: It’s just you, kicking your feet. You named the ship and wrote it on your noodle with a big sharpie. You tell people about it and are met with confused blinking. Most of the fics in the tag were either written by you or for you. You are caught between wanting to shout about how lovely life is on this floating scrap of whimsy and fearing that your noodle can’t bear much weight. Or worse, that someone will come over and dunk you, take your noodle and fwhap you on the head with it.
This is a brilliant guide
The Ever Given: Destiel. It stuck itself sideways through the internet and will not budge.
You knew it was coming but you still had to read it all.
@fandomsbyladymelodrama Thank you for the laugh I’ve only been on two … pretty much at opposite ends of the spectrum so it’s been interesting … and someone needs to write about what happens when the different vessels run into each other
Dropping out of my PhD program to write fanfic I am ~very~ confident in this decision.
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