and i want a fic now tbh

if you’re struggling for AU ideas take a look-see at this list i wrote for my friend who dubbed it “better than the 10 commandments" 

1)     Coffee shop AU

i)       Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order

ii)      I’m worried about your coffee dependency

iii)     you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E

iv)     you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino

2)      Flower shop AU

i)       You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why

ii)      I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that

iii)     (this is also a good way to incorporate flower meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc.)

3)      Library AU

i)       You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down

ii)      I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying

iii)     The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere

4)      Awful first time meeting

i)       I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something

ii)      I thought you were my friend who’s just done something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you and shoved you from behind while calling you an asshole

iii)     You get the gist to this one

iv)     Oooh when you told me your name I thought you were joking because it’s fucking awful and I made a joke about it and things got awkward real fucking fast (perfect for a Hannibal au just saying)

5)      Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general

i)       We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

ii)      “okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, fuck I’m going to die aren’t I?”

iii)     A personal favourite of mine – first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

iv)     We keep accidentally running into each other I’m not a stalker I swear

v)      You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re the stripper at my friend’s stag do/hen night fuck this is really uncomfortable

vi)     “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

6)      Friends to romance – pining and all that wonderful shit

i)       You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

ii)      I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex

iii)     You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?

iv)     Somewhere along the way of getting into bar fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my god this could ruin EVERYTHING

v)      Friends with benefits oh wait I like you


i)       It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

ii)      My homophobic parents are coming to visit will you pretend to date me as an extra “fuck you”?

iii)     There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

iv)     I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP

8)      Soulmate aus

i)       The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the fuck are their first words something really ridiculous like ‘I’ll pay you a tenner to punch me in the face’ or ‘quick what’s your favourite animal’ or ‘fucking shit hell holy fuck wow oh my god jesus h Christ fuck me’ etc. or even worse a really ridiculous song lyric like  the opening lines of uptown funk or a high school musical song or smthing did you have to serenade me the first time you saw me asshole?

ii)      You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or an overwhelming feeling that Thatcher was a good prime minister or an image in my mind of a fucking unicorn

iii)     The more ridiculous the better actually

iv)     Something like whenever your soulmate sings a duet you can’t help but join in and my fucking soulmate is in a goddamn band but I can’t sing for shit

v)      Or maybe something like soulmates always sneeze at the same time and I cant be sure but me and this kid in my French class just sneezed at the same time are we soulmates or was it a coincidence (proceed w character trying to make themselves sneeze around said person to see what’s what)

9)      Alternate universes for real

i)       Mermaids

ii)      Siren and asexual pirate who doesn’t understand why all his crew are losing their shit that person has a nice voice sure but what the fuck is happening

iii)     Hogwarts

iv)     We live in a world where the greek gods are real and you went and got yourself cursed and now I have to go on a fucking quest to sort this shit out why do I love you again?

v)      Pacific rim au (either they’re drift compatible or one of them is a ranger and the other stresses constantly bc what if they die yes I have read a fic like this no I didn’t come up with this one but it’s fucking good) (also if you haven’t seen that film go watch it now)

vi)     Literally any movie or book universe you like tbh just go for it

10)   Other aus that I like

i)       I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

ii)      We work in the same office and you have a goddamn squeaky chair and you wONT FUCKING STOP SQUEAKING IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ANNOYS ME

iii)     Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

iv)     It started to snow and I’m the only one of our friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others would go out in the snow with you (this works best if they’re new friends who don’t know each other all that well) when you shoved a handful of snow down my back and declared snow war

v)      It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the tree out no stop please stop (if you do this pre-relationship you can have the grouchy one secretly finding the other’s excitement endearing and falling in love with them actually that works for established relationship too)

vi)     Current partner got a new job in America (or other country far away) and we’re getting by on skype calls and emails but it’s not easy and then I met someone new (can be poly or can be finding the OTP person)

vii)   You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses

viii)  Carrying on from 10.vii. you’ve caught me checking you out in what I thought was a subtle way too many times and now you’re calling me out on it what do I do???

ix)     You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??

x)      You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute

xi)     I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious and shut up you dumb fuck you don’t know me aahhh

xii)   I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water

xiii)  Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”

xiv)  You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no

Okay I could go on forever but this is over 1,500 words of auing already I have too many ideas christ

send me some to @theskyis-forever with a pairing for me to write :)

anonymous asked:

what was that fic u read, i needmore sweet n soft keith in my life

actually u know the fuck what ? im gonna rec all the Good, Soft keith fics i can find in my bookmarks bc y’all deserve that

melting hesitation by sleapygazelle

comfort beneath the covers by vulpesvulpes713
lance called keith a ding-dong and i knew right away this fic was gonna save my FUCKING life

open hearts by whitehorsetiger
i havent read this one in a while but my comments on the bookmark suggest this has a really Good™ keith in it kdfjnvkbjnvkjebfd

every little thing that you do by biibii

a man’s man by general_button
““you’re a man’s man now. more specifically, my man.”“ KFJHNRKNTGBVNEKJRNJVJKEBFKJBFD B BITCH !!!!!!!! BITHC OK

no greater gift by usernicole

just my cup of tea by skyestiel
;^) hey hey now …………….I NEED TO REREAD THIS TBH … GOOD STUFF

anyway here u go :3c a few good soft keith fics ! im sure i have more on my ao3 @ boys so check it out if ya want some more

pairing: harry potter x pansy parkinson

setting: modern, non-magical, hockey au

written for: @diarycrux + this

notes: future timestamp/bonus chapter for time go

The whole thing—

It’s not as much of a disaster as it could be, honestly.

Harry’s only been home for, like, forty-five seconds when something small and plastic and deceptively heavy hits him square in the face, splitting the stitches on his upper lip.

“What the fuck,” he snaps, bringing his hand up to his mouth. There’s a potentially concerning amount of blood. “What's—Pansy?”

Pansy is standing in the doorway that leads to the kitchen, her arms crossed over her lower abdomen, wearing a pair of faded black yoga pants and what looks like most of a canister of flour. Her expression is pinched and kind of…panicked, but also furious, but also maybe the slightest bit relieved.

Harry squints at her in confusion. “What’s going on?”  

She raises her eyebrows, glaring pointedly at his feet. “Oh, I don’t know, Harry, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

He glances down without really thinking it through, and—

He freezes.

“Is that a pregnancy test?” he blurts out, stomach somehow simultaneously sinking and twisting. With nerves. And dread. And that very unsettling brand of anticipation that usually precedes, like, playoffs overtime and phone calls from his agent. “Wait, why did you throw it at me?”

She sniffs. “I assumed you’d be able catch it.”

“I wasn’t even looking!”

“You’re a professional athlete, you shouldn’t have to be looking.”

Harry gapes at her, shoulders slumping with a familiar flicker of helplessly fond outrage. “Pansy.”

Her lower lip wobbles. “Well? Are you going to check it?” she tries to drawl, but her voice cracks on a quavering note of hysteria, and Harry momentarily forgets about the blood trickling down his chin.

“Uh,” he answers dumbly. “I’m guessing I don’t…have to? Because it’s positive?”

It’s the absolute wrong thing to say, Harry reflects with a wince, watching Pansy gasp, her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flooding with color and her eyes positively glittering with indignation. When she starts talking, he reaches up, semi-instinctively, to loosen the admittedly crooked knot of his tie. He’s going to be a dad, what the fuck.

"—so bad at birth control, don’t you guys get, like, weekly PowerPoint presentations about paternity lawsuits and—wait, why do you look like a vampire?” Pansy pauses, furrowing her brow. “Harry? Who broke you?”

Harry sighs, deeply, before folding her into a warm, full-body hug and dropping a careful kiss onto the top of her head. A few errant rainbow sprinkles are tangled in her hair, and she smells kind of suspiciously like a spice rack, and the diamond stud pierced through the cartilage in her ear is covered in cake batter. He wonders if it’s weird that he finds all of that…charming. Attractive. Irresistible?

It’s probably weird.

"Hey,” he says anyway, and he isn’t sure if it’s because he hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, or because he’s vaguely lightheaded from the blood loss, or because there’s a stupid expensive ring hidden in the bottom of his bag that he’d had to mortifyingly enlist the help of four separate teammates to buy, but—he feels really, just, abruptly confident. Like he’d made an accidental turn down an unfamiliar street and ended up somewhere significantly, undeniably better than wherever the smugly disembodied British voice in his GPS had originally been guiding him. Like—serendipity. A less shitty version of fate.  

“We’re gonna be good at this,” Harry eventually murmurs. “We’re gonna be good.”


[immediately follows up a full-on illustration with a messy comic]

at least by spewing soda all over alim’s phone, marin no longer has to steal it in order to erase the incriminating evidence

anonymous asked:

do u have any new fluff/smut (or any fics with a happy ending) zk fic recs?

hi!!! I’m so sorry for replying late but in any case THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE BOI DO I EVER


1.) The Stalking Zuko Series by emletish

thoughts: My absolute favorite fluffy fic in this fandom. It’s written in an unconventional albeit REAAAALLY astounding style (read: First POV Katara writing in a journal hooo boy). Features drunk!Zuko, ticklish!Zuko, and overall #1FuckingDorkinTheWorld!Zuko, but also angsty!Zuko and dumbshit!Zuko who just wants to set everything on fire bc he’s a dumbshit sometimes tbh. You will laugh and cry and laugh and laugh and cry over and over again and I just cannot recommend this fic enough please go read it now edhsujsa.

Accompanying Oneshots if you’re up to it (you will be trust me):

  • the collected lists of zuko - a comprehensive list of things that annoy Katara and why Katara is the most impossible girl in the history of ever (which is why you love her Zuko. we all know. WE ALL. KNOW.), according to our favorite fire lord 
  • the crooked thing - they’re trying to keep this thing they have a secret; a.k.a. in which things are perfectly imperfect.
  • snuggling dysfunctional cats - all of this shit from Toph’s POV brb im fucking screaming .

2.) i didn’t know i was lonely (’til I saw your face) by raisindeatre

thoughts: Listen. LISTEN. @raisindeatre​ / Atia is an absolute GODDESS. Her writing style is one of the best I’ve seen in this fandom, and it’s absolutely breathtaking. She just blows my mind on a regular tbh. This fic is genius and stunningly weaves canon into a modern AU, and one that actually works (and there’s very few of those imho). Slow burn but worth it. Every word of this is golden (also please read all of raisindeatre’s work, she’s amazing I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH).

3.) Bones by sadladybug

thoughts: Zuko and Katara on the night of their wedding. I absolutely love it when authors weave in Fire Nation/Water Tribe/any kind of avatar lore into their stories (it amazes me moreso when it comes sTRAIGHT FROM THE AUTHOR’S OWN RESEARCH AND IMAGINATION) and I’m overall just a sucker for this kinda shit. This fic also achieves the perfect balance of smut and fluff, and is written so beautifully it just makes me wanna cry go read it pls. 

4.) Scars by Em Dixon

thoughts: “Katara is the only one with scar-touching privileges. Very quick read but beautiful all throughout. 

5. What Little She Can Do by chromeknickers


this is from chromeknickers’ collection of drabbles and ficlets (they’re very short, but they’re so well-written and they make me want to cry tbh). Not all of the entries are fluffy, so I’ve listed the ones that are!

From the same author’s Through the Looking Glass Series:

Special Mention:
swing and a miss by stellatiate, for beanaroony

Currently in the middle of reading this AND I CANNOT STOP FLAILING. It has some angst in it but the in-between fluff is where it’s at, fam. The writing style is very unique and i’ve never read anythign quite like it. It’s genius. Thank you so much to @babyfairybaekhyun for reccing this iufdhsuijhn

i havent been active in the fandom very much so this has been such a nice refresher! Plus i’m an absolute sucker for fluff. Anyhow, I miss you guys lots, so please accept this as a sort of gift from the bottom of this MIA zutarian’s heart. Enjoy and feel free to add more!!!


anonymous asked:

Hi! What are some of your favorite destiel fanfics?

Hello, Nonnie!
Oh my. 
You can find my faves in my fanfic rec tag , but if you want Top 10, then there we go 

1) Down to Agincourt by Seperis - this whole series is just…….just….yeah, totally wow, and the characterization will make you cry tears of joy because it’s AMAZING. ( endverse) 

2) What I Need by Jacqueline Albright-Beckett - probably the best Medical AU I’ve read, ever. 

3) and anywhere I lay my head I’ll call it home by janie_tangerine  - a fic with a special place in my heart. Castiel sings, Dean gets lost. 

4) sweeter coming from my hand, by grandpadean - written so beautifully it makes your heart ache 

5) Red Right Hand by Duckyboos - this one is dark as fuck, mind the warnings. But if you’ve checked them out and are still interested - this one is a true gem. Twisted and wrong and beautifully written. 

6)  Chrysler Almighty - Zatnikatel - get ready for amazing smutfest.

7) If At First You Don’t Succeed (Destroy All Evidence That You Ever Tried) by justkeeponwriting - shortly: Dean wanted to teach Cas a lesson. It didn’t go like he wanted it to. 

8) Lock, Stock & Two Smokin’ Winchesters by Duckyboos - illegal boxing with a side of crazy badassery 

9)  The Face Behind the Mirror by ShippersList - a/b/o ( Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean), yeah, I really liked this one, it gives you a lot of angst and hurt/comfort. Check the warnings and if you are good, give it a try  ( warning: Sam is a total dick here) 

10) A Mighty Dark Night by blue_fjords - hnghng, law enforcement AU and I love those. It’s good, it’s so very very good

Also I remember really liking Last One Out Hits The Lights by entangled_now , and Trope Springs Eternal by VioletHaze

( And Thursday’s Child by strangenessandcharm. Endverse, really good, beautifully written. Probably the first Destiel fic I’ve read. Check the warnings because it does touch a lot of heavy themes. If you want specific that are not in the tags or something - send me a message)   

Now the smut parts: if there’s porn ( from what I remember) those fics are all only or mostly bottom!Dean ( maybe except for Thursday’s Child ) 
Again - if you would like specific, message me :D

I have to update my fic rec tag tbh 

I hope you will like them <3 

this edit is based on @myriadus fic i’m told a lot these days” . 

since it’s one of my favorite fics ever i wanted to contribute in some way, therefor i made this little edit inspired by this ask

you should totally give this one a read if you haven’t already! 

anonymous asked:

Congrats on the follower count! How about rebelcaptain + one is on a blind date that's not going well and the other is the waiter. Bonus points if Jyn is the waitress!

Ok so I have to apologise profusely anon, because I attempted to write this prompt in like 3 different ways and absolutely none of it worked. I TRIED I REALLY DID AND IM SO SORRY, but since it wasn’t working I wrote you something else instead and it’s literally completely different but I hope you’ll still like it anyway. x

Please enjoy this ‘you accidentally sent me a booty text but I’m considering saying yes anyway’ au 

His phone buzzed just as he was stumbling in through his front door with his arms full of groceries. Refusing to make the trip up the stairs twice, he was laden down with probably more than he should have carried at once and cursed when he started losing grip on his jacket under his armpit. Kicking the door shut behind him, he couldn’t check the message until he had dumped all the bags onto his kitchen counter in relief. The little messenger icon was a familiar face so he tapped it absently as he started unpacking a bag –

and promptly choked.

Usually if Jyn messaged him this late at night, it was because she had found yet another thing to criticise from his latest essay. She apparently did all her best reading after 10pm because god forbid he ever get grilled at a decent hour, but he liked their conversations all the same. Used to their chatting being based about their classes or occasionally straying into memes and their favourite tv shows, he was now quite literally rendered speechless at the photo he had apparently just been sent. 

Though her face wasn’t visible he had no doubt it was Jyn just from the sheer muscle definition that he could sure as hell see because the only times he’d ever seen her this de-clothed before was when they’d occasionally hit up the gym together. She was almost naked in the mirror selfie she’d sent, her arms toned, her abs rock hard… fuck. It sent everything south and he didn’t know what the hell sound just came out of his mouth, but it miiiiight’ve been a whimper. The bra she wore in the selfie was white and lacy and the accompanying caption read:

this bra was too nice to not share

He… well, quite honestly, he stared for so long he thought he might just be having a brain aneurysm. She had to be joking, right? Sure, this was nothing like Jyn’s sense of humour, but it literally HAD to be a joke because it didn’t make sense if it wasn’t. The message felt like she had sent it (the severe lack of punctuation kind of gave her away) but it was so far out of left field that he was almost certain it hadn’t been meant for him. No, some other lucky bastard out there was supposed to be on the receiving end of this message, because he and Jyn weren’t like that, and who cared if maybe he kind of wanted to be like that, because they weren’t and they couldn’t –


Another message popped up. This time, it appeared that Jyn was keyboard bashing.

Im so sorry cassian shit pls ignore this PLS

It didn’t help calm his racing heart at all.

He knew he had frozen foods slowly defrosting away in his grocery bags still, but they seemed like a minor detail in comparison to the battle wracking his mind. Quite honestly… he’d been on the verge of throwing all caution to the wind and playing along. Maybe sending something a little suggestive back. It wasn’t an outright booty text, but it definitely wasn’t innocent either and perhaps it was the way to start, a way to just flirt a little, what could go wrong… but then he got that answer and he pressed his forehead to his kitchen counter with a frustrated sigh. 

On the days he wasn’t kidding himself, he knew that he was an absolute fucking goner for Jyn Erso. She was prickly and defensive and didn’t let any minor grammatical error past her, but once she got used to you she was hilarious to be around and her smile literally made his heart stop these days. Sometimes, on the nights they would study together late at the library, she would linger as he packed his books away and he got the feeling that hopefully, MAYBE, she was a goner too.

But then she said things like that and he would squash it all down.

Another message. He lifted his head gingerly to read it.

God cassian SAY SOMETHING DAMN IT I need to know that I haven’t just ruined our entire friendship lmao

He stared at her words, grappling hard until eventually, he figured fuck it.

Friendship’s overrated. I was going to say it definitely looked nice.

He hit send before he could lose his nerve and wondered if it was a little overdramatic to turn his entire phone off for good measure. He held himself back from adding on ‘just kidding’ and instead, forced himself to start putting away his groceries.

Another buzz made him drop the bag of frozen vegetables.

well, good. I wouldnt wanna waste a good selfie.

Cassian bit his tongue and typed back.

Honestly selfie game is 10/10. How’d you even get that angle?

I might’ve stood on somethin to make me tall enough. also might’ve nearly killed myself in the process 

Ah the price we pay for a good selfie…

Gotta get these boobs lookin good somehow

They’ve been doing just fine before now, tbh 

Fuck. That might’ve been a bit much. He grimaced, distracting himself with his shopping for the next thirty seconds and initially ignoring the subsequent message that eventually buzzed through. Finally, though, sheer nerves took over and he pulled up the conversation once again.

Cassian Andor, are you flirting with me?

You sent me a pic of your boobs, Jyn. He felt the need to stress this point. This was on her, she started this! 

Touché. So wanna come over, then?

BOOM. He was dead! His head had exploded and he was definitely, 100% very, very deceased. 

Do you……mean that in the way I think you mean that?

HEY. I worked hard at that selfie. If I have to go through the humiliation of accidentally sending it to my study partner, then the least the universe could do is also throw some sex in there for me
But um… hey if u want to say no, its chill. Idc its totally fine no hard feelings

Cassian thought about it for about ten seconds. Then –

I can be there in ten

It was just as he was rushing to throw whatever the hell was left in his grocery bags into the fridge – honestly, he literally didn’t give a shit how it was organised at this point – when he got another photo. He rubbed his eyes, groaning a little at the image of Jyn’s body, slightly zoomed out now. Her entire torso and upper legs could be seen and that was how he figured out that her underwear matched the bra.

Hurry up, mate she added. 

If you stop sending me shit like THAT I might
Jesus lord

Long night | Shawn Mendes

Word count: 995

Warning: None (unless you’re not feeling particularly angsty and fluffy today)

Author’s note: Here’s an angsty + fluffy Shawn piece no one asked for. Inspired by the song Long Night by With Confidence and Shawn looking fine AF at the airport recently (How dare he, right?!)

One week. It isn’t the longest you’ve been away from each other but it might as well have been with how you left things. To be honest, you weren’t sure if there were things to still come back to. There were tears, screams, and slammed doors. You don’t even remember what the fight was about now. You were tired, Shawn was exhausted.

You both said hurtful things you didn’t mean. But they didn’t hurt you really. You were together long enough to know he didn’t mean them. But what killed you was the radio silence. To be fair, you didn’t attempt to reach out, too. You were afraid to say more things you didn’t mean or hear him speak some truth you weren’t ready to accept—like saying he couldn’t do this anymore with you. You were trying to postpone a breakup that may or may not have happened already.

You can read the rest over at @heartopen-testify! And because I’m lazy, I’ll just copy what I wrote yesterday: I’m moving this fic into a writing blog so if you’re just here for my writing (which I am thankful for really) and don’t want to subject yourself to me (I’m a lot to handle I know lol), you can just follow that. Definitely won’t hold it against you if you unfollow this mess. (I really love I got that URL for that blog actually.) I want to keep an excerpt of the fics here because I don’t want to lose the notes these babies have, tbh. But I’ll eventually move all my fics there. Will work on this bit by bit in the coming days. And I’ll still be promo-ing new stuff here, too, because I like to do that. I just wanted to at least get a more organized writing blog because I know this space is just all over the place and I tend to compartmentalize my shit (which is another issue I don’t want to delve into right now). So I hope to see some of you lovely people there.

{ red velvet }

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

t/w: slight daddy kink

tags: @toonerzchatz @promisesandmore @itsallexmallory @impala-moose @jaydiggs1218 @fierydaemon @slightlysouless @jzzyjones @wiindmill @whitestorm547 @hamilturnt @fearless-butter @littleblue5mcdork @arostrolgy @mcgrammer15 @fanagelbagel @mehrmonga @luna-lightwood-potter @strawbirby @21donutlover @alienboymax @hamilbroke @tailored-shirt-tails @wolfphantom-m @moonchildcharm @shadowthepiratecat @english-muffin-top @iamivyfeather @louisianaspell @lastfallenstar @thataudreydork @moonqueerr @niixxo @sarmar29 @a-mistake-tbh @notquiteanobsession @me-idiedforhim

a/n: okay so there’s no smut in this story but it’s implied. if you guys want the scenes i intended to put in the fic, i’ll post them separately. enjoy!

inbox || masterlist

part one // part two // part three // part four


You had been seeing Thomas for about four months now. He was ever the gentleman and your arrangement was working out great. It was unconventional, but being with Thomas made it easier.

You were open and honest with one another. Despite it not being a real relationship, you still treated each other with the respect you both deserved.

Peggy was especially happy to hear about how well everything was going. In some strange way, she felt like a matchmaker.

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i’m tired and stressed so here’s some random thoughts:

i know i could probably write decent (if not fairly good) fanfiction….but i’m just not confident enough to post lmaooo

like, i think i’m honestly decent at writing….and i have a completely unused ao3 account

idk it might be a summer project *shrugs*

@ham-for-ham I said in 20 minutes I’d deliver, and I think I went over that but oh well, here’s a thing for u. 

“It’s hot out,” Eliza lay spread out on the slightly-cooler hardwood floor, cheek resting against an arm. “It’s so hot, I’m gonna die.”

Maria wasn’t much better, hogging the only fan in the room- a tiny desktop, just big enough to press her face against. “You’re not gonna die,” She said anyways, just for something to say.

Eliza heaved a great sigh, pulling herself forward into a sitting position. “Maybe not, but it’s making me want to. College dorms are the worst, why are we here.” She spoke in a near whine. Still, despite the tone, a smile poked its way out the corner of her lips. After all the work it took for both of them to get in, Maria wasn’t surprised.

“We could do something, you know.” Maria suggested. “I have a quiz tomorrow, but I don’t have to study all day for it. And your paper’s not due for another week.”

Immediately, Eliza perked up. “Oh! But I mean, I do have a class early tomorrow that I need to prepare group discussion answers to.” She bit her lip, as if in deliberation. Maria knew she already had her, though.

“It won’t take all night just to get some ice cream.”

Eliza shot to her feet. “Ice cream!?” Maria grinned.


In retrospect, it may not have been the best idea. An hour later, they arrived at a cute little ice cream place, both drenched in sweat. “You know, there was a McDonalds only five minutes out from campus.”

Eliza scoffed, pulling the door open with a cheerful jingle. “Yes, but when you go out for ice cream, it’s got to be hard serve. Hard serve, lots of flavours, waffle cones. You like waffle cones, right?”

A blessedly cool breeze brushed over Maria as she walked in. She took a second just to enjoy it. “Waffle cones are nice,” Maria replied off-handedly, too happy with the air conditioning to care about the hour long detour.

Eliza laughed, gently tugged for her hand. Maria took it readily, allowing herself to be towed to the ordering line.“They have rainbow sprinkles, too!”

“Rainbow sprinkles?” Maria glanced up, folowing Eliza’s colourfully painted fingernail to the menu board. Sure enough, there were several topping options. “Nice,” she matched Eliza’s grin.

“Should we pick those, because we’re gay?” Eliza ducked her head towards Maria as she spoke, though it did nothing to hide her smile.

Maria snorted loudly, the stranger behind them jumping and staring. Maria ignored them. “Of course. I’m pretty sure we’re contractually obligated.”

This time Eliza laughed. Loud, barking giggles- music to her ears. Maria’s grip on Eliza’s hand tightened as a far-too-soft feeling pressed against her ribcage.

Eliza bought a double scoop of cookies and cream in a chocolate dipped waffle cone. Maria bought one scoop moosetracks and one scoop birthday cake, dipped in white chocolate. Both completely coated in rainbow sprinkles.

“Hey, do you want to taste mine?” Maria asked, one elbow propped against the tiny outdoor table they were seated at. Overhead, a cheap umbrella blocked the hottest of the sun’s rays.

Eliza took a long, deep lick of her cone before answering, humming in satisfaction. “Sure,” She answered, proffering her own cone for Maria to try. Instead though, Maria summoned her courage and swooped forward, meeting Eliza’s lips in a sudden kiss.

After a startle of surprise, Eliza leaned forward as well, deepening the kiss. Her lips were cool against Maria’s, sweet from the taste of ice cream still lingering in her mouth. Then, Eliza pulled back.

Despite being the one to initiate it, Maria felt flustered. For a moment, she hesitated- was that okay? But Eliza was smiling, pink touching her cheeks. “You’re a dork.”

Maria huffed a short laugh, half from relief. “Come on, that was smooth.”

“Yes,” Eliza agreed. “You’re a smooth dork.” she sounded impossibly fond.

Maria felt impossibly fond herself. “I’ll take it.” She said, returning to her already-melting cone.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any fic rec where Steve is dating/crushing on someone else and tony is pining for steve? But in the end they end up together? Thanks!

Thanks for the ask, nonnie :D I thought it would be hard finding fics for this theme but I’ve actually read quite a few! 

Not all of these fit exactly what you want, but even the ones without Steve dating someone else have oblivious Steve and pining Tony :)

Comment and kudos!

Oblivious Steve 

love me a little, i adore you by theappleppielifestyle (@theappleppielifestyle) : Steve marries Sharon, and Tony promptly cuts all ties with him. Steve is determined to salvage their friendship and find out what’s wrong, and Tony is convinced Steve won’t like what he finds. (616)

But I Still Feel You by pensversusswords (@pensversusswords) : Tony knows a lot of things about Steve. He knows that Steve is a stubborn pain in the ass, he knows that he’s got a heart of gold, and he knows Steve would rather punch his way out of a tricky situation than talk himself out of it. 

But the one thing Tony knows the most: he’s hopelessly, tragically in love with Steve. In which Tony is impulsive, Steve is confused, and they work it out in the end. Eventually. (minor Steve/Peggy)

A Budapest Christmas by shetlandowl (@shetlandowl) :  A Housesitter AU where Tony moves into Steve’s place, charms his parents, befriends his life-long friends, and repairs the relationships Steve ruined in the aftermath of his own heartbreak. Their relationship is a happy, loving, and supportive one; or, at least it was so until Steve showed up unannounced and was congratulated on a marriage he’d never heard of. (Steve pines after Peggy for sometime)

For a Certain Definition of Happiness by Neverever (@captainneverever​) : Steve Rogers should be happy - he has a job leading the new team of Avengers, friends, and a steady girlfriend. He works well with Tony Stark, who has retired as Iron Man and provides financial backing and technical support for the team. Steve’s life becomes complicated when the Avengers encounter a mysterious supervillain crimewave, Helmut Zemo wants to legislate the Avengers out of existence, and his relationship with Sharon begins to fall apart. Then, after the death of a close friend, Steve begins to question if he is truly happy.

And, worse, why can’t he get Tony off his mind?

First Comes Love by Renai_chan: Steve disappears, so Tony adopts his daughter. (references to Sharon/Steve)

Worth Waiting For by Ivorysilk: Steve Rogers has been in love with his best friend, Bucky, his entire life. Except Bucky is smart, kind, and gorgeous, and Steve knows he’s none of these things. It doesn’t really matter, until Bucky tells him one day that he’s moving clear across the country – to L.A. Steve doesn’t really understand why Bucky would ever even consider leaving New York, but he tries to be supportive, and it’s not the same, but they still stay in touch over the miles. 

A year passes. Steve grows taller. And then he receives an invitation in the mail – to Bucky’s wedding. Frantic, Steve drops everything he’s doing to fly out to L.A. to prevent Bucky from making the biggest mistake of his life, and marrying Clint.

When he gets to L.A., though, he meets Clint’s friend Tony – brash, flirty, and gorgeous. Steve has to make a choice – and maybe learn some hard truths about himself in the process.The closer it gets to the wedding, the more confused Steve gets – does he admit how he feels to Bucky, or does he admit to himself how he feels about Tony? (unrequited Steve/Bucky)

Bros Before by tsukinofaerii: For a year, Steve and Tony have had a bromance of epic proportions, bonding over cheesy movies and long, dateless nights where they reminisce over love lost. But now something threatens to interfere with their precious Thursday Night Movies: a woman. Dun dun duuuuun. (Ults fic, minor Steve/Other)

A Second of Totality by ann2who (@stark-spangled-lovers) : {TO•TAL•ITY | The moment when the light from the eclipsed sun is totally obscured} 

Tony Stark is a lot of things: Sixteen. High school graduate. Child prodigy. Obsessed with solar eclipses. And also hopelessly in love with his ex-best friend Steve Rogers. At the end of high school, life sucks in a not very sexy way, and there’s only one thing Tony’s looking forward to: a road trip to witness the first solar eclipse on American mainland in four decades. Over a week of world-stopping kisses and holes in the sky, Tony finally gets a chance to tell Steve how he really feels. But can the one short week end in anything but goodbye?

Standard Deviation by jennagrins, karengrins (@2grinninggirls) : Okay, so maybe Steve isn’t Professor Stark’s biggest fan at the start of term but first impressions can be mistaken. Now Steve doesn’t care what Clint says, Tony is not his boyfriend.

That Has Such People In It by lupinus: Tony pines like a genius, and Steve is too busy being baffled by modern times to notice.

We Accidentally A Relationship by inukagome15 (@inukagome15): In which Tony is pining and Steve is oblivious, and the Avengers and Pepper are not having this.

(If anyone wants a themed rec list, hit me up in my inbox!)

anonymous asked:

do you have a klance fic rec?

I did a fic rec a while back over here! but here’s some more fics :oc

I know younger fans follow me so everything in this list like the last one is gonna have no sm/.ut or too much expl/.icit content

THIS IS…… A LOT AND I’M FORGETTING A TON OF FICS I’M CURRENTLY READING because I just read them when they update I don’t have them in bookmarks on my phone but I really should…. I think these are enough for now though, I actually left a bunch of fics out of this one because it was getting too long

if you guys want I could probably make a page of fic recs? let me know :oc

and of course there’s klance-net’s fic library (I help out with it sometimes c:)

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“You’re stuck with me now, you know. There’s no turning back for you, no leaving me, no changing your mind. We’re bound for eternity.”

“So be it, you stupid bat lord ♥.”


Here’s my part for my art/fanfic trade with @a-court-of-chronicles! I loved your Nessian fic, m’dear ♥ *shoots you with feysand fluff*. Also those of you who want the images from the gif for edits/icons, let me know; I’ll upload them seperately!

Ok listen I wrote this for sickdays 3.0 a while ago and never finished it because of the headspace i was in. Now it’s 4.1k of absolutely nothing but I figured I’d post it anyways?? It’s based off of this post and in every rendition in my head except the version I’m posting now it was Lance-centric.

Sorry. I just love Keith???


At the first sound of rain pelting against the window, Keith rouses from his nap. Through heavy, half lidded eyes, he blinks, tries to take a breath through his nose. Though the sound that follows is soft, it’s thick, stunted with the same congestion that had him waking intermittently during the night, pawing at his face, struggling to breath while he stuttered through coughs.

Dark clouds weaken the daylight that’s filtering in through his blinds, leaving his room, all tangled sheets and crumpled tissues, overcast in a waning, grey light. He squints, then presses an arm over his eyes to shield them from the brightness. His head is throbbing, and it’s only making it worse.

The steady drumming of the rain tugs Keith into consciousness. His thoughts remain languid and hazy, still clinging to the idea of falling back asleep as the sound of the rain starts to crescendo into a dull roar, eventually evening out into hushed white noise. Every breath he takes is slow and even through his mouth, drying his sore throat out even further.

To put it shortly, Keith feels like shit.

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Lost Cause pt1

(I got an ask for some more orc action, and tbh I really dived into a plot for an orc fic so now I’m invested in a story for an orc romance with a human)

@inumorph @werepunk-rp

They didn’t allow women to join the military. Especially since the population was quickly declining, and people feared that we humans might go extinct. I was twenty when I cut my hair and bound my breasts under a tunic, which I’d borrowed from my brother. I was so brave and naive on the day of enlistment for my generation. I wanted to serve my people, and protect them from the brutal slaughter that awaited us beyond the walls of our small city. The orc clans had decided to band together to attempt wiping us out, instead of picking us off one by one whenever we had to cross into their territory for hunting. I thought I was doing the right thing, when I enlisted. That I could manage the horrors, and walk away unscathed. I was the strongest of all my siblings, including my brothers, so naturally I assumed I could stomach what awaited me.

My first day on the battlefield, I saw innocents slaughtered in orc villages that were far beyond our borders. I saw men and women fighting, children attempting to protect the livestock and crops they grew. The village was decimated within an hour, and my blade was smeared with innocent orc blood. I thought it would be different. I thought we would be nobly protecting our borders, and fighting against attackers, not farmers and families.

I awoke one early morning after yet another guilt-fuelled nightmare, sweating and panting. The men in the beds around me were all still dead asleep, and the sun hadn’t yet risen so I decided to take a quick run around the perimeter of the camp. I’d done so many a time. In fact, it had been every day that month that I’d woken early and gone for a run to gather my thoughts. Once I’d dressed, I jogged out into the chill air and observed the woods around us. My footsteps were heavy on the ground as I ran, my short hair serving no protection to my ears as it once did. It only reminded me of how I’d changed so much, given so much up for my new life. I was so angry with myself, with how naive I’d been in thinking I could make a difference. We were just as bad as the orcs, it seemed, and I had dived head first into battle thinking I was oh so virtuous.

My heart pounded faster as my emotions roiled, and I barely noticed that I’d not run in a circuit at all. Id run right into the damn forest. My thoughts scattered, and I swore loudly as I came to stop by an old tree and looked around. I could see the path I’d treaded vaguely, so I turned to follow it back. A loud snapping of twigs caught my attention, and my eyes darted to the source. It wasn’t too far away, and I could faintly hear breathing. Heavy breathing, as if laboured. Was an animal wounded? I forgot my path, and made my way to the sound. I nearly choked when I was suddenly met by the hulking form of a male orc leaning against a tree a few feet away from me. His body turned to inspect me, but the too fast movement had him wincing before he could even growl a warning at me. His skin was olive green, his hair a deep black and long enough to be braided in many thin braids that cascaded down his back. The braids were decorated with beads and bones and all manner of tiny treasures. His leather pants had been dirtied and ripped in places, and blood had stained them as well. He fell to the ground, and that’s when I saw the gaping wound in his side. He was so vulnerable, unable to move from the side of this tree. My military-trained instinct was to finish him while he was down, but my human instinct was to help him. And I was sick of the military ordering cruelty upon these people at my hands.

I made a move to step towards him but all of a sudden, war horns sounded loudly from behind me, coming from camp. I heard the thundering of hooves, and war cries echoing through the trees. The wounded orc grunted softly, trying to stand weakly to get away. And just then, an arrow fired past me and into the wood of the tree he was leaning against. I screamed in both fright and anguish as my people surrounded us and pulled me away from him. Chains were clamped onto him, and I was rewarded with a pat on the back and a sturdy handshake from my superiors. They thought I’d ambushed an orc on my own? I was too shocked and furious to pay attention to their words as I was given a horse and more grateful remarks. Vaguely, I heard that they’d seen me running off into the forest, right where an escaped orc had run off to as well. I didn’t know what that meant at all. Escaped? From where? I was then told that the orc was to be dragged between two horses back to camp, so I decided that I’d stay behind them to keep my eye on him and his wound. I felt sick as we rode back. He was in so much pain. He didn’t even care who heard his pained groans anymore. How could my people do this to an innocent, wounded orc? I needed answers. I needed to know what happened to him, and why they hadn’t killed him yet.

We arrived at camp, and I saw that there were hundreds of orcs sitting in lines, chained up and waiting. Waiting for what? The moment my feet touched the ground, I was approached by a high commander. He spoke more words of gratitude, shook my hand, and asked for my name. I replied vaguely, continuously looking out into the crowd of orcs who were uneasily watching the wounded orc being unchained from the horses, and thrown to the ground.

“What is happening?” I breathed to the high commander, interrupting his pompous speech about being a good soldier.

He frowned at me, and then smirked proudly, “Don’t worry about them. They’ll end up as labour workers eventually. What you should instead be focusing on, soldier, is this,” he said as he turned to the man patiently awaiting orders behind him. The soldier passed him a scathe, and then the high commander passed it to me. My eyes widened, and I knew exactly what my task was.

“I thought a fitting reward for you would be to make an example out of your green friend over there.”

My stomach dropped, and I looked over at the wounded orc. Men were forcing him onto his knees, and orcs in the crowd had begun to weep in realisation of what was to come.

“I can’t-“

“Oh no, it’s fine. It’s an honour I know, but remember: they’re savages. It’s the most honourable death possible for those monsters.”

He gave me a gentle push, and my feet kept moving as I approached the kneeling orc. My eyes met his as he looked back, and my hands gripped the scythe’s shaft. I knew what I had to do. I looked at the weapon in my hands, and then at the crowd before me. I clenched my jaw in earnest, and then slammed the hilt of the scythe into the ground. I wouldn’t let this happen any longer. I couldn’t watch them die, even for my people’s sake, and especially not when they planned on turning them into slaves.

“I will not murder an innocent man. I forfeit my rank, and my heritage. I wash my hands of these people.” I drop the scythe, and as it thuds into the grass, silence screams at me. I look up, my eyes scanning the grey camp grounds and the beautiful greenery of the forest beyond. I take a deep breath, as if breathing for the first time, and the moment I let the breath out, an uproar resounds from the crowd.

My eyes widen as the orc masses begin to rise up in glee and hopeful rebellion. All at once, the camp becomes a swarm of toil. Soldiers turn on soldiers, and orcs destroy weapons and attackers left and right. I’ve joined them before I even realise I have a sword in my hand, and I’m clashing against the men I once battled beside. I fight with every ounce of energy I have, but before long an orcs arm is slammed into me by accident and I go flying. I land on a dead man’s blade, and the tip slides cleanly into my torso. I wheeze, and desperately try to clamber off the burning blade. Warmth tickles my entire chest and stomach quickly, and I know that I’m beginning to bleed out. My arms weaken, and it becomes impossible to try to pull myself up. I remember thinking how meaningless my death would have been. Killed accidentally, having fallen on a dead man’s sword, unable to provide aid to the rebellion I’d just started. The screaming around me grows louder all of a sudden, and just as I blackout, I hear a booming voice above me.

“I’ve found her, let’s get her back to base.”

Fear envelops me as I slip into unconsciousness.


Within your heart lies a single golden arrow.

You pull back, and release.

@callmearcturus there is not a single page I don’t want to draw from this fic.