I Saw Challengers A Week Ago (it’s Out Early In New Zealand) And I Desperately Need Someone To Write

We need more reader inserts with a chronically ill reader. That’s it. That’s the post.

why's there like 1 bad bunny fanfic on tumblr. like the social media au with sainz reader. i loved it. chef's kiss. amazing. heartbreaking. but i need more bad bunny fanfics. and i found like two on wattpad but ones from 2020 with like 3 chapters, and the other is from 2018. please god can we have more bad bunny fanfics.

Is it possible if we could get a chronically ill reader? As an autoimmune disease girly who deals with fibromyalgia as well, I would LOVE to see something like that on here :D love your stuff

Drained

about this; wc: 485 pairing: joaquin torres x gn!reader, contents: chronic illness, fibromyalgia flare up, fluff/hurt comfort, an: i did a little research & hopefully this lives up to your request! <3

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You wake up already exhausted.

Not just tired but bone-deep drained, like gravity has doubled overnight. Every joint feels swollen from the inside out, your muscles stiff and aching, nerves flaring under your skin like you’ve been sunburned by a storm. You shift just enough to breathe, and even that feels like too much.

There’s some comfort in knowing that Joaquin spent the night and that you haven’t woken up alone, but that can only do so much in the face of sheer pain.

“Shit,” you whisper, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Today’s not…it’s bad, Joaquin.”

Joaquin’s already moving before you finish the sentence. He doesn’t ask if you’re sure. He does say again? or I thought you were feeling better yesterday.

He just nods, voice gentle as soothing water when he says, “I’ve got you.”

He keeps the lights off and draws the curtains, before grabbing the heating pad from under the sink in your bathroom. He asks not a single question, already knowing the settings you prefer.

Your hoodie, the one soft enough to not set off the burning in your arms, is folded at the foot of the bed. He helps you sit up, one arm steady around your waist, the other adjusting your pillow because you can’t lift your arms without the pain cracking down your back.

“It hurts everywhere,” you admit, biting back tears. “Even my fucking hair hurts, I don’t know how that’s fucking possible.”

You get sweary when the pain is at its highest but it doesn’t phase him. He knows that it doesn’t have to do with him, it’s just your way of being cathartic. He stays tender and hushed.

“I know,” he says quietly, brushing his knuckles along your jaw without pressure. “You don’t have to pretend around me.”

He never makes you. That’s the thing about Joaquin—he doesn’t need you to be strong all the time to love you. He gets the fog in your head when words won’t come, the stiffness in your legs when you try to stand, the way you wince at a breeze that’s too cold or footsteps that are too loud. He doesn’t flinch when you cry. He just anchors you.

He hands you your meds with a cup of water, thumb brushing your wrist before letting go. “Breathe through it, cariño. I’m right here.”

You rest your head on his chest, the pain somehow sharp and dull all at once. But you focus on the steady rhythm of his heart under your ear. On his voice that wraps around you like a blanket, smooth and low as he reads something—he knows you’re not following the words, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not about distraction. It’s about presence.

With Joaquin, you never have to explain the ache that lives inside your skin.

He just knows.

And when everything feels too heavy, he’s the one thing that never is.

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

I beg

my mind cannot comprehend the lack of paul mescal fics in here… LIKE IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE people are not writing their asses off about him and his characters

Same!

If there is any writter that is willing to write about kit Connor from heart stopper pls contact me. There isn't a lot of fanfic about him there needs to be more. Pls contact me for some ideas.

Sooo… yall really doing the whole klan daughter/ Sammie Remmick thing huh😐🫤

STOP SCROLLING!!!

Can somebody please write heartstopper fic where f!reader and Charlie are both dating Nick and the two of them are just best friends (because Charlie is gay duh). So it’s a poly relationship but not exactly a throuple by definition. Reblog and if you do end up writing some, please tag me in it :D

Edit: so apparently that kind of relationship is called a “V” which makes sense. Nick would be referred to as “the hinge” in this relationship. Funny enough I’ve been the hinge before so this is cool new info. Thanks @feral-cockroach !

sick of seeing nonblk writers writing fanfics of smoke and stack and somehow the reader is white????? and then they completely strip the dialect and aave from them, leave it alone!!

ANYBODY GOT SOME STACK OR SMOKE FICS?? NEED THAT BAD