can someone make fanfics

Okay but just imagine

Betty and Jughead working super late at the Blue & Gold one night and Jughead falls asleep so Betty sneaks onto his laptop to read his novel (like she always does, having read a few pages at a time slowly over the months) and she stumbles across a folder labeled “Juliet” and it’s all sorts of poems and letters and writings about Betty and she realizes just how long Jughead has spent adoring her and loving her from a distance and how much he loves her even more now that they are together just imagine how perfect that would be

ciuucalata’s klance fic rec list

part 1

Right To The Core by BleuSarcelle

(The one that it’s based on a short cute angsty video from tumblr and I couldn’t help myself to make my space gay suffer.)

listen here. this fic! this fic!!! it destroyed me but i love it so damn much. the angst is amazing and… god i am crying just thinking about it now. please read it and i promise you won’t regret it.

Dancing With Bluenette by BleuSarcelle

(The one where Keith wants to propose to his boyfriend and almost has a heart attack.) (Then the other one where Lance proposes back and Keith cries.) (The following one where they both cry because wedding make you cry.) (And that last one where they adopt.)

if you’ve read that angsty af fic and you need something to heal your heart and soul please read this because it’s so damn fluffy and domestic it’ll make you tear up. and when you finish this please read the whole series bc it’s so fluufy and good!!!!

Kiss by coralreefskim

“Keith,” Lance slurred, so it sounded more like he was saying Keef instead.

“What,” Keith said flatly, not really asking, as he jogged over to Red, eyes glowing yellow into life.

“You have stars in your eyes.”

Keith choked. “What?”

“Why do you have stars in your eyes?” Lance murmured.

ft low key mutual pining and bad pick up lines

i loove the way the author wrote keith and all the other characters. it felt so in character to me and the dialogue is soo good!! the fic is really cute and it made me smile so much

Please Don’t Go by Lxie

“Please don’t go.”

“Sorry, Lance." 

okay i know this is angst too but i promise you it’s really good. i loved the writing so much! like the biginning hit me hard and i fell in love with it instantly. and there’s also a second part!!! and lxie promised me a happy ending so there’s also that

Hello Meithman by archaicsextoy

Red escapes from Keith’s apartment only for his super unfairly attractive neighbor to bring her back. 

this was so cute!!! keith worrying about his cat was adorable and there were parts that made me laugh out loud tbh. this fic made me smile so much and i just love it!!

high tide, incoming by kojondo

It starts like this:

They’re sitting across from each other at a table in the local burger joint, tossing casual banter and the occasional insult back and forth. It’s familiar and comfortable, reminiscent of every other conversation they’ve ever had, until out of nowhere Lance leans forward and says with a mouth full of fries, “Let’s date.”

okaty okay okay the beginning of this fic is really really good. and pining keith is always a good thing. and the ending was just so damn soft. and the comparisons to the ocean were so well done. I LOVE COMPARISONS

Butterfly Kisses? by waffle_walks

"Butterfly kisses?" 

this is so damn soft and fluffy. *soflty* what the heckie? it had me squeeling so much and smiling so hard. please please read it. i promise you you’ll be smiling so hard your cheeks will hurt

You’ve Been Added To Space Nerds by bespectacledoikawa

Space Daddy™: Children,
Space Daddy™: please.

( or that one fic where voltron meme squad is formed by various college kids all over japan and keith is slowly falling head over heels in love with the kid with freckles on his face and stars in his eyes )

listen here. this fic is everything, it’s one of the firsts group chat fics that i ever read and i absolutely fell in love with it. i loved the ending and the pining was soo good. but mostly the interactions between everyone were the best. and coran is also present here which is always a bonus

Barbie Girl by shipstiel

Soulmate AU—Everyone hears the occasional stray thought from their soulmate—more of a glimpse into their mind than anything else. Unfortunately for him, Keith seems to have gotten the strangest, most irritating soulmate ever and seriously who the hell sings Barbie Girl at three in the morning, what are you twelve? Get some fucking sleep. 

soulmates aus are always the best thing ever no mater what. and this one is too. it was so funny and i loved it so much!! the ending was the best. and there’s also a second part from lance’s pov so make sure to read that too

Must Have Done Something Right by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

“So that was…”
“If you say painless I’m shoving you into another snowdrift.”
“Okay, that’s fair.  But you got a lollipop!”  
“That you stole from pediatrics.”  
“I’m a very good date.”

Lance accidentally crashes into his new neighbor in front of their mailboxes and somehow ends the night with a very attractive (and slightly concussed) date.

this is the first part of True Love or Something and i just started reading it but i am in love with it. cneiurnhcr wish i could talk more about this but i am only at the seventh part but i promise you this is an amazing series and you should read it

Keep reading

“It seems to me that the only character this fandom seems to know is England.  Hell, he’s not even the main character yet he has over 30 thousand fics on FF.net.  In a series with a wide cast of characters, it would be nice if people would just give other characters a time to shine.”

anonymous asked:

Honest question: how do you feel when people request/you write Jesus/Female Reader romantic stuff? I've considered writing some but since he's a gay character, I always feel a little weird about it, like I'm being dismissive or rude to the LGBT community?

Hi, darling! I try to give people what they request. I mean, I’ve written several requested fics regarding straight characters discovering their bisexuality and going for someone of the same gender, so I can’t very well refuse to write Jesus/female-reader without it being double-standard-ish. At least, that’s the way I see it. Whatever someone requests, I try to write it for them. It doesn’t make me too uncomfortable. I generally try to make the requests when it comes to him gender-neutral, though, unless otherwise stated.

Plus, I mean, there are trans women who I don’t want to forget about. I get pregnancy requests involving Jesus without a specified gender pronoun for the reader and there are trans men who can get pregnant. Who am I to decide whether or not the requester shouldn’t be with Jesus or isn’t LGBTQ+ just because they request female pronouns?

I’m not LGBTQ+ myself, so I try to stay objective about it. Whatever the requester wants, the requester gets. <3 xx

Originally posted by darylisgayforjesus

Title: Nice Gestures and Cute Smiles
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 1,487
Characters: John Allerdyce x Reader, Bobby Drake
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Swearing, self-deprecation (John)
Notes: Based on this headcanon by @willsomeoneholdmyhand on @kurtwxgners’s blog.

Originally posted by narnianwitch

       The eyes of John Allerdyce were beginning to flutter closed as he sat at his desk. His arms were folded on his desk, and his head rested there. His lips were parted slightly as sleep threatened to envelop him. Seconds before that happened, a loud thump on his desk – just a few inches from his head – snapped him back to reality. He bolted upright, instinctively clutching his Zippo. Upon the realization that the noise had been you setting a coffee cup on his desk, he immediately relaxed.
       “Damn, didn’t mean to scare you,” you stated with a chuckle. “I figured you could use a pick-me-up. Judging by the fact that you were about to pass out, I think I was right.”
       John muttered a “thanks,” still clearly a bit grouchy from being startled, and from being tired. You smiled at his sour attitude, finding it cute, then took your seat next to him. The class went by horrendously slow, as usual. When the glorious sound of the bell rang out, you and John made your way to the exit, but Professor Xavier called out to John.
       “Please stay after class, Mr. Allerdyce. I’d like to discuss your recent report.”
       The annoyance on John’s face was plain as could be as he shot you an eyeroll, before turning around and walking back into the room. You decided to wait outside the classroom, knowing he’d probably want to rant about the meeting once it was over. It took about five minutes, then John exited the classroom quickly, clearly irked about whatever Professor Xavier had said. He left so fast that he didn’t even notice you, leaned against the wall just outside the room. You took that as an opportunity to come up behind him and grab his sides, causing him to flinch and spin around.
       “You should quit that shit, Y/N. I’m gonna accidentally burn you or something one of these days,” John said. His tone was irritated, but you knew he wasn’t truly upset with you. You bumped him with your shoulder, and he gave you a small smile before doing the same. You fell into step beside him, and the two of you made your way to your next class.
       The lunch bell eventually sounded, signaling an end to Professor Grey’s class, and John got asked to stay after yet again. He told you to go ahead and go, so you did.
       “Where’s John?” Bobby asked as you sat down across from him at the lunch table.
       “Professor Grey wanted to talk to him about something,” you explained, then set your backpack on the seat next to you, reserving it for John. Bobby simply nodded, then began eating his lunch.
       John made his way over to the table a short while later, looking just as annoyed as he did when he had finished speaking with Professor Xavier. However, in truth, he usually looked at least a little annoyed. You moved your backpack to the floor as he reached you and Bobby, and he hesitated for a moment, before taking a seat next to you.
       “Why’d you save me a seat?”
       “Lunchroom looked busy today; didn’t want you to get stuck sitting somewhere else. I didn’t think that would be necessarily enjoyable for you. You’re not exactly a social butterfly, sweetheart,” you said teasingly. John just shot you a playful glare.
       That evening, after you retreated to the room you shared with Rogue, you grew bored. You decided on an impulse to make cookies. Once they were finished, you put a few on a plate, made a couple glasses of milk, and headed to John’s room. You knocked on the door with your foot, and after a few moments of some rustling sounds, he opened the door. His hair was messy, and you could tell that he’d been repeatedly running his hands through it. The grey sweatpants he wore were slung low on his hips, and his black T-shirt was wrinkled.
       “What’s up?”
       “I made some cookies, figured I’d see if you wanted to share,” you replied. A small smile found its way to his lips, and he stepped away from the doorway to allow you to enter.
       The room was fitting for two teenage boys: fairly plain walls, save for a few posters of cars and bands, and clothing littering the floor. Various books and papers were strewn across John’s bed, which he lazily pushed to the floor to make room for the two of you to sit. You rested the glasses of milk on his nightstand, then the plate of still-warm cookies on the bed. John sat criss-crossed, and you followed suit. You busied yourself with looking around the room, then when your gaze returned to John, he was already staring at you.
       “Do I have chocolate on my face or something?”
       “No, no, I just…” John began, then ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. “Why do you do this shit for me?”
       “What shit?”
       “This shit,” he said, gesturing towards the plate of cookies between you two. “You bring me coffee, you save me seats at lunch, you fucking bake me cookies – you’re so nice to me. Why?”
       “It’s called flirting, hotshot.”
       You momentarily thought John was going to choke on the cookie in his mouth at your response. He looked up at you with furrowed brows.
       “Why? Why do you flirt with me?”
       “You’re like a two year old, asking ‘why’ about everything,” you quipped, chuckling as you leaned back on the bed. “I flirt with you because I like you. You’re such a ladies’ man, I would have thought you’d have figured that out by now.”
       “I’m not…. Girls don’t like me. They fuck me. It’s much less complicated than this,” John said in an exasperated tone, gesturing between the two of you. He ran a hand through his hair yet again, sighing. “We flirt a little, we fuck, and we go our separate ways. There’s no… nice gestures and cute smiles – like that one you’re giving me right now. Why are you smiling at me like that? I basically just admitted to being a slut, why are you smiling at me?”
       “Do you really think I wasn’t previously aware that you’re a man-whore?” you inquired, laughing. “I’m smiling at you because I’ve never seen you flustered like this. It’s cute.”
       “I’m not ‘cute.’ I’m dangerous, Y/N, don’t you see that? My mutation – it’s dangerous. Hell, not even just that – I’m dangerous. I’m gonna end up hurting you, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to stand myself if I did. I like you too much.”
       “So…” you began, leaning forward with a bright smile on your face. “You do like me, huh?”
       “Did you hear a fucking thing I just said?!” John asked, abruptly standing and glowering down at you.
       “I heard you give a little spiel about you thinking that you’re dangerous, even though I know you’re not. John, just last week, I saw you give a little girl your ice cream because she dropped hers! Dangerous people don’t do that kind of shit. You’re scared to have feelings for me, but please – don’t be. I’m not going to hurt you, and I know that’s why you’re scared. And I trust you to not hurt me,” you asserted, standing as well. You saw how John’s shoulders relaxed, and the anger faded from his features.
       “But I don’t,” he said softly. “I don’t trust me to not hurt you.”
       “Stop doubting yourself, John,” you said, gently cupping his cheek with your hand. He slowly closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, earning a small smile from you. After a few moments of standing like that, John’s eyes opened, and he looked very serious. He began leaning down, and it seemed like it took years for his lips to touch yours. The hand that had been on his cheek moved to the back of his neck, and the other rested on his chest. John’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you as close together as possible.
       It wasn’t long before he began to back you up, until the backs of your legs hit the bed, and you both fell onto the mattress together. The touches became increasingly more eager – on both sides. His hands were like fire on your skin, and not just because of his mutation. They had just begun to snake their way underneath your shirt, when you heard the door open.
       “Hey, do you know where my – dammit, man, I’ve told you to start putting a sock on the doorknob or something!”
       Before John’s lips reconnected with yours, you briefly wondered if Bobby was able to dodge the fireball John hurled at him. But once his lips and hands were on you again, your thoughts had no room for anything other than John.


@mayathepsychicc  @shayara

Can someone pleaaasse just make a fanfic about chap 523 where Gray really did perform the lost ice shell. And he’d be completely erased from everyone’s memories and existence But then because the process was incomplete needing only a small pinch of magic. his soul became active upon the world. And then he’d run around, follow his friends and the guild. But most importantly. He’d always be watching juvia closely as she copes up without his existence. But as he watched her he noticed that something was confusing her, that somehow she managed to think that something is lost.. And that’s when she hears his voice. A voice she somehow knew but didn’t recognize at all. And she thought it was all in her head. But that’s when she hears her name spoken by a sultry and male voice. “Juvia.”

anonymous asked:

Holly shit, the APH Girls vs the 2Ps? Can someone like make a fanfic on this? Like seriously I can I imagine the girls being forced into saving G8's (plus Romano, China and Prussia) weak asses after being captured by their 2P counterparts. So the girls have to kick the 2P asses, while 'Bad Reputation' plays in the background! >8D

Yes it wll be a great and funny fanfic, but i’m not the right person..My english it’s horrible and my desire to write stories is a little dead..But if someone want to do it..Go ahead!


P.S. There was an alternative scene about this..Did you remember the princesses vs the  Knights from Shrek 3?Well..i see the APH Girls!

helvonasche  asked:

Okay.. but really think about it. Seung Hyun can supposedly drink quite a bit. Almost two bottles in and he'd be either a giggling mess or... handsy. Then Jiyong would try to act all cool.. but he'd want to have fun too. Then you're all playing Twister or some other terrible game... all I'm saying is... that sounds like a good time. And I'm terrible at Twister.

listen…. CAN SOMEONE MAKE ME A FANFIC

I’m not saying that I want to write a smut fic with Rey and ‘Matt’ where Rey is undercover and Matt just so happens to be someone she ends up liking. I’m not saying I don’t want Rey to have a cam on her during her undercover mission so that Leia and others can get intel directly from the workers mouths. I’m not saying that I totes want them to bang and Rey forget the camera is there. I’m totally not saying that I want Rey to figure out that it’s Kylo during the sex and that that leads to a lot of awkwards conversations later with Leia..

But that’s exactly what I want.