can someone make fanfics

anonymous asked:

Hi, you write the best fics, I love the words you use. Please can you write something set in the unremarkable house where Mulder is looking after a sick Scully. Something where it’s really wintry and cold outside but they’re all snuggly inside, blankets, fire etc and Mulder is really gentle and attentive to Scully. Can it be set in season 11? Please? Where I hope the memories of episode 1 will become distant and we’ll have lots of cute MSR to live on forever!! Thanks

Thank you SO MUCH, dear anon. This is quiet sort and I hope you’re not yet sick of “This” post-ep fanfic. It’s set a few days at least after the episode. 

Tagging @today-in-fic

The fire is crackling lazily in the fireplace as Mulder bustles about, busy as a bee. Scully watches him from her cocoon on the couch; he feels her eyes following him around. All that’s peeking out from the blanket she is wrapped in is her face and not even all of it. Mulder briefly wonders what she’d do to him if he referred to her as a Scully burrito.

“Your tea should be ready in just a moment, Scully.” He says instead and picks up a stray magazine. One of his, of course. Scully, even sick, picks up after herself. Turning to her, though, he reconsiders; she throws a used Kleenex next to her and takes a deep, shaky breath.

“Don’t touch it.” Scully’s voice is thick and achy as he leans down to pick up the used tissue. “You’re gonna get sick, Mulder.”

“Scully, we’ve recently been handcuffed together, we have slept together,” she raises an eyebrow, “fine, have slept next to each other, and shared a muffin. This one Kleenex is not going to make a difference. Your bacteria are all over the place.”

“Fine,” she groans, coughs, “Get sick. Where is my tea?” Mulder grins as he strolls into the kitchen. They’ve managed to make the house look presentable right before Scully caught a cold. She’s been bundled up on his (theirs, really) couch ever since. With the weather as it is there is no way for her to leave anyway. Mulder smirks; he has never been so happy about a snow day, ever. The thermometer outside gave up sometime in the morning, is now frozen in place. Just like the ice against the windows, a work of art. Mulder doesn’t know how cold it is, his phone says -22 F, but he knows he is not going to set a foot out there today, tomorrow or in the foreseeable future. Scully coughs in the living room and Mulder remembers the tea. He warms his hands on the hot mug and carries it to Scully. She smiles at him with small, tired eyes.

“Do you need anything else? Honey?”

“Mulder, we talked about this.” Scully sniffs reaching for the Kleenex.

“Talked about what?”

“You using terms of endearments like honey.” She takes a sip from the tea, sighs.

“I wanted to know if you wanted honey for your tea, Scully.” Her face reddens and if he were to comment on it she’d tell him something about running a fever, about the hot tea or even the fire. But Mulder knows; they could be standing outside, knee-deep (or in her case, waist-deep) in the snow, and her face would be just as flushed. He bites his lip to stop himself from smiling, but it doesn’t quiet work.

“Oh… no, no I don’t. Thank you.”

“Anything else then?” The honey remains on his tongue, he thinks it now, but doesn’t say it. He doesn’t want to aggravate her when she’s feeling sick. He’ll save the terms of endearment discussion for another day.

“Just you.” Scully mumbles against the rim of the tea cup.

“Me?” She nods.

“I can do that.” He sits down next to her and the couch shifts under his weight, brings her closer to him. Mulder puts his arm around her shoulder and she comes willingly. She is warm, but not as warm as she was earlier. A good sign. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“You can sleep, you know.”

“Hmm.” She mumbles against his neck, nuzzling it. Or maybe he’s imagining it. She just said she’s tired, after all. Then she does it again; her lips open against his skin and she kisses him gently. “Thank you, Mulder. For taking care of me.”

“Always, Scully. I might need you to return the favor soon-ish.” She lifts her head to examine him with her eyes.

“I told you, Mulder.” She whispers with an apologetic smile and struggles with her blanket. Her arms come free and she moves even closer, so close that she’s almost sitting in his lap, and covers him with the blanket too. Mulder reaches behind him to grab another one. With Scully around one is never enough anyway. He’s bought so many blankets (a few news ones when they were at IKEA the other day) that they could easily build a blanket fort. Mulder watches her struggle to keep her eyes open and her mouth closed, her nose sounding like a train. He folds his blanket fort idea safely away in his mind, keeps it for a rainy day. Or another snowy one when Scully isn’t sick.

“Are you still cold, Scully?” Mulder whispers against her temple and brushes a strand of hair away. She sighs against him, shakily.

“No,” comes the mumbled answer, “You’re really warm. Maybe it’s you who is sick, not me.” She giggles against his neck and he feels something wet there, decides to ignore it. They’ve shared all kinds of bodily fluids already. One more really won’t change a thing.

“Try to sleep, Scully.”

“Hm, but what about you?” He doesn’t answer her. All he wants to do is stay here on this couch and watch her. Make sure she doesn’t cough too much, doesn’t sneeze too much; be there with a Kleenex when she does.

“I’ll try to sleep, too.” It’s a little white lie and he doesn’t feel guilty. Scully doesn’t answer him anymore, she only cuddles closer, slings her arm around his waist and sleeps with her head tucked between his shoulder and his neck. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

I have this awesome head canon that there was like a group of four Slytherins who were just total badasses. Like, good at Quidditch, good at academics, good at magic, and basically ruled the school.

HOW ELSE WOULD YOU EXPLAIN SIX YEARS UNDEFEATED. and then they finished their Newts and missed the year Harry Potter came.

BUT THIS HEADCANON IS SO REAL THAT I NEED CHARACTER NAMES AND FACES AND JK ROWLING TO WRITE THIS STORY. Like I see them just prowling the halls talking about how they crushed Ravenclaw in the Charms exam, and boasting about there 300 point lead on Gryffindor. They don’t bully Hufflepuff too much, they like Hufflepuff.

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

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Ok, but I can’t be the only one who’s thought of this. Like, can you imagine getting ready to go out, and you’re only in your jeans and bra after you just got out of the shower and while you’re looking for a shirt Shawn comes with one of his’ that he knows you love. And you’re shuffling around the house, looking for small random stuff as you’re in a hurry and he’s just following you like a child with the hoodie in his hand. And even if you insist on wearing one you already picked out he still won’t give up and stops you in the middle of the hallway.

“Wear mine”

“Why? I want my stripped top”

And when you want to pass him, he grabs your waist and gives you that certain look he knows you can’t refuse and when he sees in your eyes that you’re almost convinced, a cute smirk appeares on his lips.

Ok I’m done. But I want this.

| Regarding Love | Kyungsoo X Reader | Semi-Crack Fic | Part 1 |

High School!AU / Marching Band!AU

Kyungsoo X Reader (Nunchi’s perspective)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Mild language, nunchi losing her mind and having several breakdowns  

Word Count: 7,177 

A/N: Hey all! First ‘update’ since my hiatus!! Just so everyone is clear, this is the story of how the events of what happened during my hiatus went down. Everything I depict in this story is true, and is something that actually occurred. I thought that, since I didn’t want to use the names of the people involved, I would substitute some of my mutuals and exo members as the main players! Thank you for letting me put you in my story, friends! That all being said, I hope you all can feel some of the excitement, hilarity, and suspense in this story that I felt experiencing it!

Feat. @bread-jinie @pebble-xo @yeolology @yeol-stole-my-soul (in the next part :D) @from-dae-do-dae and @musicoverlove





“I can’t do this. I’m not doing this, Haven.” I paced my bedroom floor, wobbling in my heels due to inexperience.


“Of course you are.” Haven’s slightly static reassured me through the phone I currently had on speaker. “You’re gonna put on your big girl panties, waltz down there, and show this man that you’re the woman of his dreams.”


“No, no, no, no- Haven, I don’t think you understand.” I gestured frantically with my hands, trying to calm myself. “I cannot do this. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me. This is the kind of stuff that happens in those sappy, overpriced romance novels.”


“Which is why tonight is going to go just fine.” She huffed.


“I mean, what the hell was I thinking, Haven?” I walked to the corner of my room, peeling away the curtains of my window. “I just shot myself in the foot, asking him to-”


The moment I looked through the window, I saw his car pull into my driveway.


My heart wedged itself into my trachea, persistent on making it painful to breathe.


“He’s here. Oh, God, he’s here! Haven, Haven!” I wailed and shut the curtains, recoiling from the window. “I can’t do this! He’s going to ask if I’m here and my dad will just have to tell him, ‘sorry, she’s not here at the moment, please come again later.’”


“Okay- girl, listen.” I could tell by the sass in her voice that Haven had put her straightener down. “What happens, happens. The most important thing is that you don’t go through the night with regrets. Be yourself, enjoy yourself.”


I opened my mouth to respond, but the door to my room opened, cutting me off. I turned around to see my dad, giving me an excited smile.


“He’s here.”


Balling my hands into fists, I took a deep breath. With a final glance in the mirror, I gathered my things and walked down the hallway towards the stairs.


I wanted to run. I wanted to become a stone statue. I wanted to jump out the nearest window. I wanted to do anything but walk to the top of the staircase where he could see me.


But, against my wishes, my feet had carried me there. There I stood. And there he was.


Dressed to occasion, suit and tie, with a small white box in hand.


My dad cleared his throat, signalling for me to come down the stairs. Sending prayers above to anyone listening, I took a deep breath in and made my careful descent down the steps, knowing full-well that any conscious move could be my last in the heels I was wearing.


I didn’t release my breath until I made it to the final step. He gave me a gentle smile.


“You look really nice.”


Frozen in fear and more than a little flustered, I stumbled over my own words. “Thanks, you do to.”


He gestured towards the door and I walked through it, picking at my nails to grip what remnants of sanity I had left. My parents hurried outside and took their stance, cameras in hand.


Turning to face me with a slight smile, his voice startled me, “Want me to go first?”


All I could manage was a dorky grin and nod.


He then opened the small white box in his hand, taking out an ornate corsage composed of white roses and ribbons. I bit my cheek and forced my brain to command my hand to move. He slid it onto my wrist with ease, and it was all I could do to just stand there, staring at it like my arm was on fire.


“Oh, right,” After a few moments of silence I broke out of my trance.


I scurried to the house steps and grabbed the clear, plastic box that held his boutonniere. With my hand trembling, I opened the box and pulled out the single white rose I had bought for him. Walking back over to where he stood, I flipped the flower over to inspect the pin that I expected to be attached to it.


When I saw what was glued to the stem, however, my heart dropped from my throat to my stomach.


And it was in that moment, that I knew.


I had fucked up.


There was no pin. There was no clip. Instead, there was a single sewing needle that had skewered the frail stem.


It’s alright, it’ll be alright. I told myself, my palms getting sweaty. I can do this, it’s not complicated.


As I attempted to attach the rose to his lapel, however, I knew I had been screwed over. The needle was too thin to puncture both the stem and his suit, bending awkwardly and threatening to retaliate by stabbing me.


After a minute had passed, he spoke up. “Is everything okay? Do you need help?”


“No, no, it’s- fine-” I grunted the last word as I forcefully shoved the needle into the fabric.


“Are you sure?” He remained statue still.


“Yeah, it’s just, being a little… stubborn.” I tried once more to push it through, resulting in the needle jutting out the other end unexpectedly and lunging into your fingertip.


“Ow!” I hissed, immediately retreating as the needle drew blood. As I stepped back, my head collided full-force into the flowerpot hanging overhead. I bit back a curse, taking a clumsy step forward and almost tripping. He rushed forwards to steady me, but as I fell forwards into his chest, my shoulder pressed the needle further into his suit, past the fabric and into his skin.


He hissed, wincing.


“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I attempted to step forwards, my hand reached out to examine the corsage.


Just as I took the step, however, my heel snapped, and I fell forwards, scraping my knee on the steps. In an instant he had knelt down beside me.


“Are you alright?” He grabbed my shoulders gently to help me up.


“Yeah, I’m- I’m okay,” My knees shook as I stood up. My eyes traveled upwards, landing on a small dark spot that had accumulated around the base of the corsage.


“Oh- oh my god!” My hands began to wave up and down in panic, “You’re bleeding!”


“Huh?” He looked down to inspect the smudge. “Oh, that? It’s alright, it just pricked me.”


“Here, I can get you a band-” I stumbled up the step, a stinging sensation bringing my attention down to my knee.


“Oh my god, I’m bleeding!”


To put it gently, this was not how I expected the beginning of senior homecoming to go.


Love by the overpriced romance books, this was not. I was in the process of falling for Kyungsoo, hard.


This was murphy’s law in action.


And this was only the beginning.


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Imagine #2

Jungkook and his girlfriend are getting married when his girlfriend ditched the wedding and went with her lover instead. Jungkook was beyond heartbroken. His friends were really worried for him. But then a famous book author that is known for his best-selling books, P. Jimin, knocked on his door one day and asked if Jungkook could help him write his new book. A book about falling in love again. Jungkook was mad at first, saying that his pain isn’t something you could just write on a paper. But he did it anyways. They did a lot of things. Going through Jungkook’s memories with his girlfriend, and then making new ones with Park Jimin.


Until one day, he realized he fell in love again.

“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.”

can someone make bellarke fanfic with this? where bellamy writes to clarke by mistake this (’wrong number’) n then he meets her somehow (because she’s a friend of somebody idn monty) n they all start hanging out together (all delinquents group) n they start to develop feelings for each other but they didn’t share their phone numbers n when they do they laugh at this messages n eventually (friends to lovers yes) they get together?

pretty please

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

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.

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.”

WHAT IF LUKA IS A PUNK KID WHO’S KINDA FLIRTY BUT STILL REALLY NICE SO MARINETTE STARTS FALLING FOR LUKA AND ADRIEN STARTS FALLING FOR KAGAMI AND THEN MARINETTE STARTS FALLING FOR CHAT NOIR THINKING HE’S LUKA AND ADRIEN FALLS FOR LADYBUG EVEN MORE THINKING SHE’S KAGAMI AND THEN THEIR IDENTITIES ARE REVEALED!?!?! CAN SOMEONE MAKE A FANFIC ON THIS PLS?!

EDIT: I forgot Adrien knows Kagami isn’t Ladybug… So what if he just falls for Kagami and gets over Ladybug? But then Marinette is torn between Luka and Chat Noir and Adrien and I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORE