before this fic really starts to get to me

a JuminZen wedding crasher fanfic idea

(aka I have so many fics to write SOMEONE TAKE THIS IDEA AWAY FROM ME)

  • it all starts when Chairman Han wants Jumin to get married to Sarah Choi
  • Jumin hates the idea but goes through with it because it makes his dad and the company happy
  • Jumin complains about it on the messenger
  • on the night before the wedding Zen realizes Jumin will bind himself forever to some crappy woman and his brain is like HEYO DO YOU FINALLY GET IT YOU TSUNDERE
  • Wedding day arrives, it takes place in a really fancy church with a shitton of reporters
  • Jumin is fucking miserable because Sarah is clinging to him like an octopus and won’t stfu about her wedding night
  • The priest is taking their vows and he wonders if ‘please kill me’ would be rude to say
  • Suddenly! Zen bursts through the church door
  • “I OBJECT!”
  • Zen knows how to make an entrance
  • He runs towards Jumin who looks really good in his black tux
  • tells him not to marry her
  • “She doesn’t love you. But I do.”
  • GASP
  • Jumin is really overwhelmed??
  • kisses the actor right there and then
  • Sarah is screaming
  • Glam Choi faints
  • a million camera flashes
  • Zen grabs his hand and runs out of the church with him
  • Jumin probably expects his dad to disown him but that’s okay
  • (makes a mental note to pick up Elizabeth 3rd when that happens)
  • the next day newspapers, magazines, EVERYTHING has pictures of the wedding
  • Chairman Han is pissed at first but then discovers he was gonna get scammed
  • the entire RFA goes wild
  • 707 demands a wedding
{ five's company // ch. one }

{ a morning ft. you + the revolutionary set. there’s some laf + alex bc we don’t get enough of them and some moments with you + john. send me requests if you’d like so i can put them in the fic! this fic will be found under aschuylerwriting so if you just want the fic and the master list it’ll be under that tag. enjoy! <3 xx }

no trigger warnings! mostly fluff.

french used in this chapter (done by google translate):

mon chou - “sweet little bun”

promettre? - “promise?” 

Alexandre - “Alexander”

Je t'aime - “i love you”

oui- “yes”



 Alex wakes up the earliest, regardless of how much sleep he really gets. He usually does this to get some more writing done. Laf wakes up with him because usually he has to make it in before his morning shift starts and also to make sure Alex eats something. 

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So yeah, to everyone who’s dropped hints/straight up asked me to read this, I have, in fact, read Bubb’s fanfic, “A Little Change”. Actually I can’t remember if I had started reading it before or after I had finished sketching the human designs I made for Branch and Poppy (I know I definitely posted them after the fic had already gotten some popularity). I’m gonna be honest, I really like this fic, I think it’s very well written! Seriously, if I could give multiple kudos, I would be!! Only thing is, it gets a little too real sometimes, and that isn’t a bad thing!!! It just happens to remind me a little too much of how I used to be 3 years ago ;w;;;;;;

So yeah I hadn’t really drawing anything for the fic, per say, and instead venting because of it. (I believe I ended up writing the bit about Branch starving himself after reading a particularly tough chapter) Now, though, it looks like things might be heading upwards (here’s hoping!!) and I’ve been inspired to illustrate the last scene from the latest chapter, where Poppy catches Branch breaking down after distancing himself from her…! I really can’t wait to see this all get resolved ;w;

We’re Getting Married (Hamilton/Laurens Fluff Proposal)

Hello! I’d like to start off by saying that I am SO sorry for the lack of writing. I hurt my hand playing football so I can only type with one  hand, and before the injury I gave all my focus on my schoolwork. This has been sitting on my computer and I really wanted to extend it to after their engagement and the marriage itself but with my injury it would take me all day. This is just a fluffy Lams fic for ya’ll :3

I will get to other requests once my hand is healed! Until then, enjoy this :3

—————————————————————————————————-Alexander couldn’t believe he was about to do this.

After all these years, the man still couldn’t believe that such a kind and talented person loved him- he was loud and arrogant, never as good a person as John. At least, that’s what he told himself. Sometimes, he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming when he talked to John- that the longing and passion that he felt towards this other person wasn’t just made up, that the love he was receiving was genuine and there. The short man had been planning the proposal for months, and had practiced on everyone and everything from John’s turtle, to Lafayette, to even George Washington, (who was not amused.) There was no better day to ask for his hand then on their anniversary- one that they were both horrible at remembering- and give the day a whole new meaning. October 15th. Their anniversary, and the day of their engagement.

If he said yes. God, he hoped that John said yes. Or his year- no, his life would be ruined. John was the reason that Alex lived on. The reason that he stopped cutting, the reason that he slowly began to feel again. If there was one thing that Alexander didn’t want to remember, it was the numbness of life before meeting the love of his life. The world’s coldness as the days went by, the monochrome tone of the things that were supposed to be colorful.

At first, Alexander had considered proposing to John at his favorite aquarium, in front of the turtle tank. Or perhaps bury himself in a mound of turtle plushies and burst out, bracelet in hand. Instead, he went with something more sentimental. Something about them, about how their relationship started. At a location that brought back silly memories.  Gilbert, Herc, and the sisters were all helping him make everything go according to plan. If Alexander messed up, he would never forgive himself.

His boyfriend had slept over at Laf’s place with Herc, a sleepover all planned to prepare for the moment. John lived with him, and if he was in the same house this morning, John would realize Alex’s intent easily enough. His heart was racing and he was slightly better groomed than usual. That never happened. John was smart enough to catch on.

So, Alex got in the car and went to pick of John from Laf’s. As he drove, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and tried to take his mind off things. If he became more nervous than he already was, the proposal would surely be ruined. By instinct, his mind travelled back to his old therapist’s advice- Breathe. Finally, Alexander arrived at Laf’s. He approached the doorbell and pressed his thumb down on the doorbell. Calm, Alex. You’re not proposing yet.

They have to be awake, right?

Alexander heard a sharp bang, and a very french “Ouch!

Yes, they were definitely awake.

He heard the doorknob turn from the other side, and prayed for it to be Lafayette. He couldn’t stand to see John right now. Those lovely freckles were, in this case, intimidating.

His boyfriend answered the door. He was wearing an avengers shirt that was far too tight, (and Alexander was not complaining about that,) and pajama pants with, of course, turtles. Those were his favorite pajamas. Instead of his nervousness, he tried desperately to think about… turtles. Wait, no. That reminded him on John, and-

“Why are you staring at me like that, Alex?”

The smaller boy snapped out of it, leaned over and gave his lover a peck on the cheek. “I was just spacing out. I’m always thinking. Last night was boring without you.”

John laughed. “Was it, now?”

Suddenly, the frenchman appeared behind John, a pained expression on his face. “Mon ami, I apologize. I stubbed my toe on the table. It felt like the death of me.” He smiled at John, and then stared into Alex’s eye, slightly raising an eyebrow. It reminded him more of what he had to do. He held back a shudder.

“Anyways,” Alex said. “Get dressed, we’re going home, John.”

His love nodded, and turned to change. As he walked away, Lafayette leaned on the door frame. “Are you ready, Alex?” His voice was soft, so that John couldn’t hear their conversation from behind Laf’s bedroom door several feet ahead of him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Which means I’m not ready.

“Great. The sisters have already set up most of it. Hercules and I drive over and help them finish. We’ll leave after you so that John doesn’t see our car ahead and know we left the house. I’ll see you there.” Laf patted Alexander’s shoulder. His foster brother was always so supportive. “You can do this, little lion.”

“A-alright…” He stuttered. The seconds were ticking away… closer and closer to the moment.

With that, Lafayette turned and shut the door, leaving Alexander alone outside. It took all of his willpower not to bite at his nails, or pick his skin. Because at any moment, John would walk out the door, and there was no way in hell Alex would let him see how anxious he was. It was supposed to be a surprise. The man settled for clenching and unclenching his fists behind his back, wishing he had a stress ball with him. Or perhaps, John’s hand to squeeze-

Just when the thought crossed his mind, he heard the door creak and John emerge from the darkness of the home, (Lafayette and Hercules kept it like a cave- whenever Alexander asked why, he was met with a shrug.) His boyfriend was wearing a casual dress shirt and shorts that went down to his knees. Alex knew that John would never bother to overdress just for a ride home- at least, was John thought was a ride home. Alex wondered what compelled him to wear something so… not John.  He shut out the thought and took John’s hand in his own, leading him to the vehicle and opening the door for him. “Since when were you so polite, Alex? Did you miss me?”

“Speaking of missing things, what’d I miss from last night? Anything interesting?” Alexander expressed his curiosity, (that was genuine. He wanted to know what happened,) as he slid into the driver’s seat and clenched the steering wheel.

“I’ll tell you when you buckle up.”

“I’m not a child, John,” Alexander murmured, obeying John anyways and putting on his seatbelt. “Satisfied?”

As Alexander took the car out of park and began to drive away towards a place that wasn’t home at all, John began to tell the story of the previous night. “We prank called Aaron.”

“Spectacular. What happened?” Alexander would have once cringed at the mention of his ex-boyfriend, but it had been six years, and the bitterness had long since worn off.

“As you can imagine,” John snorted. “He wasn’t amused. I was hoping we’d draw any reaction that wasn’t either monotone or angry, but alas, that is wishful thinking. When he recognized us, he just told us to piss off and hung up right in our faces.”

“That sounds very… Burr-esque.

“You’re right.”

Throughout the rest of the ride, John told Alex about what happened. The three fools had gotten drunk, and all that John could remember was almost calling the police over a house spider until Hercules wildly threw his IPhone at the spider on the wall and cracked the screen, for the fifth time that year. Alexander was dying of laughter, to the point that John had to lean over the dashboard and aid him in driving. He rested his hands upon Alexander’s. They were warm, but also shaking slightly. Alexander realized that both of their hands were trembling. In fear.

“Are you alright?” Alex inquired him.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am most definitely alright.”

John simply removed his hands from Alexanders and put them on his lap. The rest of the ride was near silent, both boys consumed in their own thoughts. After a few more minutes, Alexander skipped the right turn to their apartment. “Alexander, what are you doing? You just missed the turn.”

“I know, I know.” Alexander clenched harder on the steering wheel.

“Why are we going into the shopping center?”


“We have a coffee maker at home.”

“Starbucks is better.”

“We’re tight on money, Alex.” John frowned. “Though, if you want Starbucks this once, I suppose I can’t deny you that.”

“You’re a softie, you know that?” Alex replied teasingly.

“Pfft,” John scoffed. “Softie? You cried after watching a Swiffer commercial once.”

“It was a long day, and I didn’t want to see a mop when I turned on the television.”

“There are some things that I will never understand about you, and I love it…”

For a moment, they just sat in the car and gazed into eachother’s eyes. Alexander’s heartbeat quickened. This was the Starbucks where the two met. John had written his number on Alexander’s cup, and everything had skyrocketed from there. Into them. Into this.

There was a bead of sweat creeping down John’s tanned forehead. It wasn’t hot. As far as Alexander knew, his boyfriend had nothing to be worried about- if Lafayette and Hercules had kept their word, (which they surely did,) he was clueless about the upcoming proposal. John reached over and took Alexander’s hand in his. The shorter’s back tingled at the warmth shared, and the gentleness of John’s every touch.

“You know that today’s our anniversary, right?”

Alexander gave a nervous laugh. Maybe John had caught onto his plan. “Yes, since when did we really acknowledge it?” He kissed John’s forehead, and then the corner of his lips, and then the tiny turtle tattoo behind his ear. His voice hushed to a whisper. “Dates don’t matter. I love you with the same passion, the same conviction, every single day.” He supposed that he was contradicting himself, in a way. He planned the proposal on their anniversary purposefully. “Let’s go get Starbucks, okay?”

John nodded, in a daze, and let his hand slip out of Alexander’s. They opened the car doors and approached the Starbucks ahead, the famed mermaid logo looking down upon them. It seemed to speak to him. Don’t mess this up, Alexander.

Alexander pushed on the double doors for John, and let him into the store. However, when they entered, the chalkboard that once contained the details of the menu was veiled by green paper. Under each of the four small chalkboards was one of the couple’s friends, waiting to unveil the fated words. The tables and chairs in the store had been removed, in their place some of the pair’s other friends and a few turtle plushies scattered around. John seemed in shock. His face was flushed red, and they had only been in the room for a few seconds. Alex was prepared to get on one knee. However, before he knew it,-

Before him was John, on one knee, a black box in hand, staring at Alex. “I don’t know what’s going on here-” He stammered. “But it doesn’t matter. I want to marry you. You are the best thing in my life. I cannot imagine spending my life with anybody but you. Every time I see you, I get the same goosebumps I got the first time, in this very Starbucks, after you claimed your name was ‘Essay’ at the cashier.”

The crowd of John’s friends stood there, utterly confused. They were going to unveil the words “Will you marry me” on the chalkboard, and Alex would see the look of pure delight on John’s face- But now, everything was opposite. John was on his knees, and he was saying all the sweet things that Alex was supposed to say.

“Yeah,” Alex whispered, and then he said it louder. “Yeah! John. I never want to love and be loved by anybody besides you.” He was getting teary-eyed now. He just wanted to embrace John, right there.

“Really?” John asked, his voice hushed.

“Yes, John.”

Their friends cheered as the couple finally embraced, then Alex took John’s cheeks in his hand and kissed him. Flower petals rained down. For Alexander, everything else was hazed out with one thought:


We are going to get married.

Okay but like, before they get together. 

Yuuri is still being super awkward and nervous and reluctant to get close to Victor, and Victor is just constantly trying to get Yuuri to spend time with him and pay attention to him and have “sleepovers.” And Victor is going out of his mind because ‘why doesn’t he want me anymore I thought we really had something at the banquet what is going on???’

But then Makkachin, the loveable traitor, starts sleeping in Yuuri’s room. And Yuuri is probably super affectionate with Makkachin because he misses his own dog, and Makkachin probably gets to sprawl in Yuuri’s lap whenever he’s sitting down, and Yuuri always greets him when he comes home, and kneels down to get on the dog’s level and very seriously tell him ‘you’re a good boy Makkachin.’

And Victor on the one hand is super excited, cause he’s thrilled that Yuuri loves his dog as much as he does, that’s like the most important factor for a relationship between them to work.

But on the other hand it’s totally not fair that Makkachin can just go up to Yuuri and demand attention and then get it.

And the point is Victor, to his eternal shame, is excruciatingly jealous of his own dog for a while there.

snarp replied to your post “what would utena be like, if it had been told from Akio’s warped…”

Movie is Anthy’s first Mary Sue fic of her own, which is why she gets to sexually humiliate Utena and Utena just thinks that makes her hotter and also her hair’s really good, and the story’s kind of unclear about what cars are but knows it’s DEFINITELY a big deal when you get to drive one YOURSELF, and Akio died before the movie even started, and also Touga for good measure, and Nanami’s a cow

!!! snarp, this is brilliant

I think you just genuinely solved the movie for me

this started out as a tweet (here) and then self-indulgent lil me wanted to expand it so i started the headcanons…and then a friend asked for a fic, and here is it. a bday fic, of sorts, for gel. i hope you enjoy this, lov. happy birthday :)  

canon/idol-verse when jin left for the jungle and hoseok and yoongi have a slumber party. it’s actually softer than it sounds lmfao (unproofread, pls forgive). this is just something really soft after nanowrimo. i hope you guys enjoy this! happy december Xx 

it gets late soon enough and before hoseok can even so much as process what’s happening, everyone’s already shuffling out of the living room, their good nights mumbled as they head for their rooms.

they all stop when jeongguk mentions seokjin’s name, asking whether he’ll be fine sleeping in the jungle tonight. there is short laughter from the rest of them. short, exhausted laughter that they can’t quite keep up, except for the lingering smiles on their faces, and the brightness in their eyes that can only be attributed to amusement.

“seokjin hyung will be fine,” says namjoon, stepping aside to allow jeongguk entry into the room first. “good night, guys.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you talk about Wally's speech patterns at all? I'm struggling with getting his voice to sound right! Thanks, I love all your analyses :)

I’ve been working on this for a while, sorry it took so long. I’ve never written Wally in a fic (because all my long fics started before he existed in canon) and I’ve really been wanting to for a while, so this was a great exercise for me to figure out how to write him, and hopefully to help others write him.

But I ended up splitting it into two posts because there’s really two major categories I ended up working with: movement and speech. So this is the movement post, and I’ll do speech after.

Body Movements

So okay, the first thing that really stood out to me that so much of his communication is in body language. Like so much. More than almost anyone else (certainly than anyone I’ve made an analysis post for), Wally uses his entire body to communicate. It’s step one in figuring out what he’s doing and how he’s feeling in a scene. His hands are important for this, but his arms and shoulders and head all get into the movements too, and sometimes his entire frame. And it’s all tied up in his emotions.

For instance, he has a very expressive face and body when happy or in a good mood. Little shrugs and head tilts to express amusement or excitement, nods of agreement with an eager smile. He’s all head and shoulders when he’s feeling agreeable.

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And then his hands! 

He’s pointing or moving them so naturally when he gets excited or into something. He kind of loses himself and his movements get bigger and more unconscious.

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And he’ll even use gestures to help him tease someone (like this), or to try to reign himself in a bit.

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Note how his hand comes down across his face almost to hide how wide he’s smiling. It’s the opposite of how Barry uses a hand in front of his face (to hide being upset, lost and confused). He’s so excited (about meeting the Flash for the first time) and he’s trying (failing, here) to keep his chill. 

Whole Body

Wally’s also rhythmic and kinetic in whole body, particularly when he’s full of joy that’s hard to contain. 

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And he reaches out, comfortable in the physical space of others once he knows them (think also about all the casual hand-holding with Jesse). But you see below with Cisco that Wally likes to initiate contact with others when he’s happy, when he’s smiling, just to bring them into his joy. (See also this)

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And he comes to joy easily, all things considered, when he’s not shouldering the responsibility of medical bills and grief.

Negative Emotions in his Body Language

But when he is subdued he is subdued. He closes off. A lot. Like look at this gifset where he’s so upset and frustrated that he just closes off and stops talking at all. That’s probably the strongest example, but there’s also this:

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Note how his movements are more controlled. When he’s tense, his entire body goes tense, like he’s holding back all that kinetic energy and his every muscle is feeling the strain because of it.

And when he’s disappointed or sad, it’s like the wind goes out of his sails.

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And when he’s trying to deal with disappointment but isn’t there yet he’s still moving but you can see how it’s more like energy slipping out, instead of building up. Evaporating. He’s trying to manage his emotions but you can see him struggle (note that Barry does a bobble-head thing too, but under different circumstances).

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And when hesitant or trying to deal with his feelings, it telegraphs all over his face and body (he was dealing with disappointment over not having powers this whole episode) and his movements become a little more restricted.

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Final Notes

Those are some of the main themes I found in his body language. I’d say to any writers for Wally, keep in mind how you having him moving and standing. He has a lot of energy and is seldom listless (unless, again, it’s tied to disappointment or another negative emotion). He doesn’t sprawl too much (gangly Barry sprawls all over the furniture) and he’s not an excessive leaner (unlike Leonard who leans against every surface he can find).

Wally’s also not one to cross his arms or to point at others too much. I mean, he gets angry, but you see him get tight and hold his arms at his sides in firsts a little, just straightening up like a rod. He’s not physically intimidating to others (doesn’t impose on them and their space realky) and he doesn’t aggressively get into others’ space. Even when he’s challenging enemies, he tends to do it from a distance (and still gets his whole body into it).

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So be cognizant of all that. And have fun :) Wally’s a fun character, one with so much enthusiasm and joy, and it’s great to get into that.

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I just want you all to know that I’ve written Peter and Stiles’ first meeting in the gladiator/hunger games fic, Peter is teaching Stiles some fighting techniques, and the sexual tension is strong with these two assholes

“One more thing before we start,” Peter says. “Don’t worry about hurting me. You won’t – most likely. And if you do, I won’t get angry. Don’t hold back.”

“I wasn’t planning to. Actually I could really get behind punching a werewolf right about now.”

Peter smirks, clearly amused. “Okay. Do it. I won’t block.”

Stiles pulls his fist back, ready to aim for Peter’s jaw, then changes his mind and punches him in the stomach as hard as he can.

Peter doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even take a step back. “Interesting choice. Punching the abdomen will protect your hands, but it won’t do much to your opponent. You’re not strong enough, not yet. You don’t have the force to knock the wind out of someone, so it’s a waste of energy.”

“I could’ve punched you in the dick,” Stiles retorts, and Peter’s smile just widens, showing teeth.

And it took a while due to end of term suffering but here is my fic for the @hqrarepairexchange for @crunchrapsupreme, hope you like it!

Title: Will never be the same (and you’re to blame)

Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Tsukishima Kei

Summary: Tsukishima acting weirdly kind around him is really strange. Hinata’s starting to wonder if maybe he’s getting sick,maybe that would explain his behaviour.

(ao3 link)

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anonymous asked:

Is it okay to reblog your stories?

Absolutely, go for it.

The first time I was called a snake was when I was six years old. So maybe it was a bad idea snitching on Jessica. She was a bit of a bitch (many six year olds are), but she didn’t really have to go overboard. In fact, I was just fine before that. It’s after she said that to me that things started to change and arguably get worse.

It made me sit and contemplate a lot. For the next month or two, I think, I was a very withdrawn kid. My parents started to get worried, and they wondered if maybe I was showing signs of mental illness. But it wasn’t like that: I just needed some time to myself to figure out if I really was a snake.

I liked snakes. They’re not really terrible creatures. They mind their own business, and they only attack humans when threatened. So when Jessica called me a snake, I only knew she was insulting me from the tone of her voice. It’s like how if someone called you, say, a transistor, and used a very rude tone of voice, you’d know they meant it as an insult. It took me a while to learn that we live in a culture where snakes aren’t looked upon very favourably.

It made sense for me to escape, then. When people are afraid of you, they do what they can to get rid of you. For a lot of people, it’s flight, but there’s also the lobby for fight. And that meant a lot of people wanted to fight me. I could sink my fangs into one or two of them, if I caught them by surprise and timed the jump right (for eg. my parents), but against a trained professional, or a crowd? Chances are poor.

So I ended up slithering away. I fed on rats and dead birds, but mostly rats. The scales took some time to develop. I’d shed skin very often, sometimes too much. I lost all my fur and hair, and my eyes started looking different. My tongue forked. My fangs had been developed the earliest, and they’d been filled with venom. I could feel it in me, which is why I had to think twice (exactly twice) before dispatching the humans I had to take care of. It helps that they always have the same reaction when they see me: that one step back, the drop of the jaw, the wide open eyes. It’s a classic.

It’s hard to quit the city. When you’ve lived here long enough, it’s hard to come to terms with your inner nature and accept what you’re supposed to be. So some parts of the old me survived. I still looked at the glass windows longingly, and I wished I could do more than just swallow things.

I wished I had hands again.

So I could wring Jessica’s throat instead of biting her.

Today’s throwback story is about ghost stories in digital worlds.


So it is now the 13th of March and I am happy to say I am actually doing pretty good on my update timeline. 

To See the Forest for the Trees has one update posted and the next chapter is already 50% done, should be up later this week. 

I have posted 1 chapter of “That Thing You Do” and will hopefully have another before the month is out. 

I have completely organized all my notes for the Married AU ghost writing AND have drafted the first 3 drabbles! Although I won’t be touching that again until NEXT week to stay on schedule. (Can I say how much I love that the chapters are drabbles. makes it such a lovely stress relief project to work on for me! Can’t wait to start posting but have to get other stuff done FIRST) 

This week I really need to focus in on the Spring Exchange fic (which has gone through 3 drafts already…I just can’t make up my mind on that one >_< I just really want to make my giftee author happy…) 

Outline for the “Ultimate Guess Who Fic Challenge” is done -super excited for this one not gonna lie. I love my plot- 

AND New chapter of Cut From the Same Cloth is getting edited and posted tonight ^_^ 

So far March has been a good month for writing, *and we have gotten past the part where I was on vacation too!* and there is still more than half the month to go! Let’s see if I can keep it up! 

situationsbecomingdire  asked:

Can you help me find a fic? Sam and dean were on a hunt and the monster shows the form of who they love. When they kiss it, it knocks them out. The monster takes form of dean to hurt Sam and tricks him into making out with it (thinking that it is really Dean). Dean realizes what Sam had to have done to be knocked out. He gets upset and says "you kissed it. You kissed me Sam." Before it comes out that he also kissed the monster. Then their actual relationship starts to form. Thank you! :D

I remember that fic, they’re working on a haunted house and the creature has Dean’s aspect, right? I am from my phone and I can’t access to my library but I am sure one of my readers know the title

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write a fic where Belle becomes a teacher or inventor? Where she maybe teaches the other girls in her town to read and makes things that make the day easier for the people in the village?

Thanks for this amazing prompt, anon. I really love the idea.

Unfortunately I have three fics currently in progress that i am trying to work on all at once (I know, not a great plan), and i really feel i should finish those before starting something new. I wish i could be a more prolific writer, but work and real life really wears me out.

But if i ever manage to finish what I’ve already started, i would really love to write this story. It’s a lovely idea. (I’m not calling dibs though. If one of the other authors in this amazing fandom gets to it first, more power to them. I would love to read someone else’s take on it too.)

@consultingcas tagged me to do a writing meme where talk about everything I’m currently writing! *nervous laughter* I have severely cut this list down to make it a readable length, because if there’s one thing I’m great at, it’s having new ideas while still writing the old ones.

Top of the list is What the Water Gave Me, which is shaping into one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written, and I’m just getting started! Basically, Gabriel runs away from his affluent stressful life to chill with his newfound friend Sam for a while- and then becomes tangled in a murder mystery when he’s declared dead by the authorities. 

The other long, multi-chaptered fic I’m writing currently is “Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose”, which I haven’t posted anywhere yet. I’d really like to complete it and have it properly beta-ed before it hits the web. Currently hits about 15 pages, but will be. more. Gabriel has a crush on his shy new neighbor who happens to be a lover of flowers, so he kind of accidentally starts sending anonymous bouquets, telling Sam how he feels in flower language. He can’t bear to break Sam’s heart by telling him the mystery poet is his entirely mediocre neighbor and best friend, but Sam has some secrets of his own. It’s just. unbearably cute, okay?

The Christmas fic that wasn’t.  I fully intend to go back to this one at some point, but it fell apart when I moved in mid December and then Christmas was over and I lost my oomph. Sam wants to piss off his dad by bringing home hot mess Gabriel Novak for Christmas dinner. He falls hard.

The arranged marriage, political coup wing!fic. which… just ask me if you wanna know more, honestly. everyone has wings and sam and dean are princes arranged to marry royalty in a neighboring country that their country fucking hates. 

A literal endless number of short fics, heaps of which are sitting in drafts as we speak. Almost all sabriel but I actually still do write some destiel, and there’s some femslash in there as well. And some drafts, like the street musician AU.

Getting back into the swing of things with my shared custody OCs that I created with Michael and a few other people. (Whats that? You haven’t met my five beloved children (and possible son-in-law) who are all wizards and they have their own web series??? that I wrote?? GET ON IT MAN.) We won’t be able to get everyone together to film, but we’re hoping to do some audio podcasts sometime this year, so I’m starting on new episode scripts. If you like wizards, college jokes, awful puns, bisexual characters, mythical creatures, friendship, and more, this is the web series for you. (srsly pls give us views)

sneak peek from @lililibird’s punk!Percy fic

Here’s the promised sneak peek! You guys keep being awesome xoxo


For some reason, she finds herself thinking back to last week. Percy got into a fight with one of the football players over something stupid, and the guy’s fist had connected with Percy’s face before he could get out of the way. Annabeth never really found out how it started, but thankfully, it wasn’t Percy’s fault because he didn’t get suspended this time.

In fact, the only reason she actually found out about it at all was because she went over to his house across the street to read him one of her papers before she turned it in. She got there before Sally did, and she found Percy shirtless in the kitchen, pulling a frozen bag of peas out of the freezer to press to his face.

She had nearly dropped her laptop when she saw him.

“Hi,” Percy had said quickly. “It isn’t what it looks like.”

She frowned, “Sit down and let me see.”

Percy closed the freezer and trudged over to one of the shorter bar stools. His jeans were riding low on his hips, giving Annabeth an impressive view of his chest (not that she was looking). When he sat down, his head was almost even with hers, and Annabeth took the frozen peas from him before tilting his chin back to see the dark bruise circling his right eye.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Percy said, wincing when she set the peas onto his face.

“Yeah, okay,” she said, running her other hand through his hair and down his other cheek. He hummed when her fingers brushed his lips, and his eyes fluttered close.

“’M serious, ‘Beth” he said, blinking up at her. “Not my fault.”

Annabeth didn’t answer him, instead looking down at his right hand. “Give me your hand.”

He lifted his hand, and she took it with her free hand, running her fingers over his knuckles that weren’t bleeding.

“Told you,” he said. “I didn’t hit him.”

She hummed, letting go of his hand and looking back to his face. His eyes were closed again, and after a few more minutes, Annabeth removed the bag of peas before placing it back in the freezer.

He was staring at her when she turned back around. There was a small smile on his face, and Annabeth found herself returning it before she could scold him for getting into another fight and—

You really are amazing

can you do a carl one where he just wants to cuddle and hug you all day and he just starts being all cutesy and very fluffy please?? c:

Sorry that its short. So I made this into a pre apocalypse one where Carl and Y/N are about 16

I walked onto Carls porch, his Mom and Dad weren’t home for the day. So he invited me over to his house before his parents would get home. Knocking on the door Carl opened the door and before going in he kissed me.

“Hey.” I said taking my shoes off. “So what is the plan for today?”

“Stay here, not like we can go anywhere really.” He took my hand and started to lead me to the basement.

When I sat down on the couch Carl put his arm around me and started to kiss me.

“Carl is this all we are going to do?” He smiled and started to kiss me again.

“Yes this is basically all that we are going to do. Watch movies and cuddle.” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. I met Carl after I moved here with my family from England. I didnt have any friends the first few weeks. Carl was one of the first people to actually acknowledge me. He would always let me have half of his sandwich. Then invited me to his house and that was when we started to go out. He knew all of my secrets and I could tell him anything.

“Y/N?” I turned and looked over at Carl.


“I love you.” I couldn’t really hide the fact that I was blushing. I couldn’t really find the words to respond to him. I knew that even though we were a couple, he might have more feelings for me that I really knew.


“Yea. I mean you’re beautiful and all around an amazing person.”

“You really are amazing Carl. I don’t how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life.”