› genre: smut
› word count: 2k+
› au: art student/math TA!jaebum, art student!reader
› synopsis: separate art competitions are keeping them from seeing each other and a heartfelt conversation turns into phone sex.
After a particularly nasty fight with Ronan, Adam finds himself standing alone in his tiny apartment.
His hands are shaking with the effort to not turn around and go back to the Barns, and he almost wants to laugh at how afraid he is of this new thing between them coming to an end. It’s unreasonable to think that way, really. Adam knows they both care about each other too much to let a fight be the reason they call it quits. Their friendship has always been filled with arguments, some stupid and some not; and despite that, Ronan had still chosen him. On the small bed of his childhood bedroom, with a kiss as confession, he’d chosen Adam.
Fenris/f!Hawke, 1549 words, sfw. I know, I know, it’s been done to death, but I had to explore the ideological divide between those two. Bittersweet and funny, at least, or so I’d like to think.
“Is that—Anders’s manifesto? You of all people have read Anders’s manifesto?”
Fenris’s gaze is dark when Hawke looks up from the pamphlet. “Have you?”
“You know I don’t read anything unless there are dragons in it,” she answers, flipping through the pages. No need, really—she knows the gist of it well enough by now. The Maker-damned thing has been left lying around often enough for her to recognise it without even having to read the title, written in commanding type with Varric’s printing blocks. “Is it just to better counter his arguments the next time the topic of mage rights comes up?”
The set of his jaw hardens in answer to the amusement that seeps into her voice. “He’s possessed. He cannot be reasoned with.”
Summery: Benny and Jenny Weir are the dynamic duo or as their cousin Stiles Stilinski calls them the terrible twosome.
Both having inherited special powers from their parents they are always in trouble, so when they get kicked out of Whitechapel after irritating the resident vampires and are shipped off to Beacon hills Stiles begins to see just how much trouble his baby cousins can be.
Teen Wolf/ My Babysitters A Vampire Crossover
“Come on up guys you’re gonna make me late I gotta pick up Scott.” Stiles yelled as he thumped on Benny’s bedroom door before heading down the hall to do the same to Jenny’s, he was surprised to see the pair emerge down stairs moments later without a fuss.
Stiles smiled kindly at Jenny who was a spitting image of his mother she had on a pair of white washed skinny jeans and one of her brothers hockey jerseys, she was in the hallway shoving on her scruffy white trainers when her brother jumped down the stairs grinning at his sister. He had on a white and red striped shirt, jeans and his old shoulder bag that used to be Stiles’ when he was in kindergarten.
“Ok let’s go in the Jeep, bye Dad.” Stiles yelled grabbing Jenny’s backpack from the kitchen counter, he handed it to her as he unlocked the car and felt a stirring sadness settle deep in his stomach.
He remembered what it had felt like to lose his mom and he was glad he had Scott to help him through it but to be forced to move in with strangers just ten years after losing both parents and their Grandfather was a pain Stiles couldn’t and didn’t want to comprehend.
A/N: So since April I know yall have seen a few posts about some random idea fueled story I wrote multiple chapters of in one sitting (no moving, eating, bathroom) and weird posts about my fascination with Polyamory. Finally I have gathered the courage to start posting it.
I know I really don’t get much feedback but I’d REALLY appreciate feedback/thoughts on this.
Rattle Your Walls - kazer, rated e. a/b/o dynamics.
Patrick really enjoys being an omega. He’s good at it. He’s learned how to hone his skills enough to not want to climb every alpha who gives him the time of day. That’s why it’s really, really uncool when he wakes up one day as an alpha with no control over his instincts. To make matters worse, his alpha best friend is in the opposite boat. If Patrick can’t handle being an alpha, Jonny definitely can’t handle being an omega.
It’s better than nothing, I suppose some doors have opened, others closed but I couldn’t see you exposed to the horrors behind some of those Somebody said: listen don’t you know what you’re missing? You should be kissing him instead of dissing him like a punk But you only tell me you love me when you’re drunk
“I’ll post the headcanons one or two at a time,” I thought. “That way it won’t be one big infodump like last time," I thought. Then the first two I tried to work on kluged together into modernAU!fic, which I don’t think either of the askers had in mind, and this is the result. -_- Sometimes my brain works in mysterious ways. So here’s my response to the first two questions - I’ll be spacing the others out, a few days apart so it’s not everything all at once.
Gen, illustrated, 2,209 words, one-shot
Vio looked up from his laptop as the sounds of Nerf warfare filtered through the dorm wall.