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The first prick of the needle as it started to vibrate against his skin almost made him flinch away. He managed to keep still even though it did make him wince, nose scrunched up and eyebrows tightly knit together. When he became used to the pain that jolted through his hip with every swift movement the tattoo artist made with his gun, Stiles allowed himself to look down. The area that was being worked on was turning an irritated red and the black ink was so very bold as it began to sink itself in, anchor itself to layer after layer of pale skin.
Home With You - Faberry Week. (Fanfiction, 1/8)
An eight part fanfic posted over eight days, based off the prompts for Faberry week. The aim is for it to make sense.
FABERRY WEEK: Home With You
Rachel and Quinn embark on a roadtrip to New York City in the summer before college. A cramped car, sugary snacks and over tiredness leads to the most insane week of the girls lives.
Author’s Note: Each chapter is named after a song, which on the last day will complete a Faberry fanmix available to download then.
1/8 - Drive By (Roadtrip)
An overly excited blonde girl was shrieking as she ran out of a convenience store, waving three plastic bags that were almost bursting with strain. “Beef jerky! Mountain Dew! Pretty colourful candy! Rachel Berry, we are going on a ROAD TRIP!”
“What took you so long? We are so off schedule! We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago so we’d make it to-”
“Oh, lighten up! This is going to be amazing! Can’t you just… smell it?!”
Learn To Dance
Summary: “Absolutely not,” Derek says, eyes narrowed at his sister. “Do you remember the last time you tried to teach me how to dance?”
A/N: This is part of my Side Leap ‘Verse.
“Come to the studio with me tomorrow,” Laura says over dinner. She’s got a mouthful of baked macaroni but that doesn’t stop her from talking. She looks across the table at Derek and thinks about how it was his turn to pick what they had for dinner and he still chose Laura’s favourite. She wants to love him for it, to thank him for it, but she knows that her brother is still trying to make amends.
the first time liam met niall
so, I had this idea - to write a series of one-shots, each one being the first time two of them met, and of course i had to start with liam and niall! I am tagging this ‘niam’, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be considered romantic, though it kinda hints the romance that would come afterwards. Anyways, I hope you like it, it’s really short - less than 1000 words, but I felt like it was the right lenght for what I wanted it to achieve, but feedback is always appreciated! ok, I’ll stop rambling now so you can actually read the story!
The dancing room was lit only by the barely-there natural light of the afternoon, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t there to dance after all – it was just a room, just a place where he could be alone for a while. The open space, the wooden floor, the piano by the wall – he barely acknowledged his surroundings, for even though his body was there, his mind was focused on something else entirely.
[Shameless self-promotion, I ain't even mad]
So, I guess I have to thank the dearest Jenna for this idea, since it’s because of her own writing blog that I started thinking of opening one myself.
Mostly it’s to make some of my originals see the light, since I have no other platform to post them on (and livejournal scares me) but I guess I’ll just end up using it for fanfiction also, a sort of “test” before I post them onto FF.net.
Ah, and also my Italian stuff that I don’t have the courage to post on EFP (my account there is so old and I just don’t want to make another one…)
Intro for my current Sterek WIP:
‘As a secret agent for the CIA, Derek Hale had been all around the world and met people from all walks of life; good people, bad people… very bad people… but he had never met anyone quite like Stiles.’
It’s going to be a very snippets… flash moments in time type of fic, inspired by the Bond/Q relationship and not at all based upon the actual CIA. Sorry not sorry.
Incisión, Sherlock/John, Explícito.
AU de Estudio en Esmeralda de Neil Gaiman.
(Descripciones gráficas de violencia, intento de horror lovecraftiano, contenido sexual)
Hunde los dedos en el pecho aún caliente del cadáver como lo haría un artista necesitado de pintura en sus pinceles, semblante imperturbable y rizos oscureciéndole los ojos naranjas por la luz. Repite el proceso hasta que escribe RACHE sobre el papel amarillo desvaído de la habitación. Se puede leer junto al cuerpo sin vida, a modo de firma, o puede que de advertencia.
Y es que el precio de la venganza se cobra en sangre.