fic i want to write!

Imagine a sterek Night in the Woods AU where Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills only to find that everything he had know is still the same and yet so different. Scott has a boyfriend - Isaac - and they’re saving up to leave Beacon Hills together, Derek won’t talk to him, and everyone is mad at him for dropping out of college but no one will ask him why he left.

But what’s more, there’s something strange about Beacon Hills, a foreboding sense of destruction and secrets. It all comes crashing down around Stiles when, one Halloween, he witnesses a kidnapping. He tries to report it, but no one believes him. The next day, Scott and Stiles are walking down the street when they find a severed arm on the sidewalk.

There’s something going on and the more Stiles tries to find out the more he realises that nightmares that haunt him and the mysteries of his town are all connected. And he’s at the centre of all of it.

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Hartwin Fic: Thankful

It’s Thanksgiving in America, a fact Eggsy knows but doesn’t particularly care about. For him it’s just another cloudy Thursday in London. 

Still, he knows the traditions. The turkey feast, the squabbling family dinner, the embarrassing going around the table saying what one is thankful for. He’s seen enough movies and TV to know how it goes. And while he’s definitely not one for speeches, especially the embarrassing kind, he’s totally on board with the expressing thanks thing. 

Only, not in words. That’s not really his thing. 

Instead he makes sure he leaves the shop early that Thursday afternoon. He swings by the supermarket and picks a few things up, grabs a couple bottles from the off-licence, and on impulse, a bouquet of autumn flowers from the woman on the corner. 

Dinner is nearly done by the time Harry walks in, smelling like the cold night, rain pearling on the shoulders of his overcoat. Eggsy sets the wine he’s been pouring on the dining room table and smiles at him. “Bout time you made it home.“ 

Harry looks around in some puzzlement, no doubt wondering why the table is set for a posh meal instead of their normal routine. "I didn’t realise I was late,” he says. He glances at the flowers in the vase, at the bowl of salad set out, at Eggsy himself. “Is there an occasion I’m forgetting?" 

"Nope,” Eggsy says cheerfully. He gestures at the table. “Better wash up. It’s almost ready." 

There are no speeches at dinner. There isn’t a toast. There isn’t even a turkey. 

After they eat, Eggsy fusses at Harry to go on upstairs and take his bath while he does the cleaning and the washing up. Harry starts to go, but at the entrance to the living room he stops and turns around. "Thank you for dinner,” he says. He gives Eggsy a smile, one full of fond affection, the kind of smile that brings out his dimples. 

Eggsy walks over to him, carrying their dirty plates in both hands, stretches up on his toes, and gives Harry a kiss. “You’re welcome, love.”

Okay so it has come to my attention that some of y’all have found my Danny Phantom fanfiction from 2011

And it has also come to my attention that some of y’all who have not yet read it would like to read it

The first one (also the first fanfiction I ever wrote) is called Photoshop, which I am so graciously providing the link to for your amusement.

I did write a second one called Autograph which, if you would feel so inclined to read as well, can be found through my old fanfic profile.

Read, enjoy, laugh all you like about them, idc! I remember being so proud of them when I wrote them and I don’t think they’re objectively terrible or anything especially for my age but I must warn you — these are relics of a time long past. It was the summer between middle school and high school. A dark, dark time indeed.

So buckle your seatbelts, kiddos, and welcome to a land of mediocrity

anonymous asked:

15 with plance would be very entertaining if you get a chance. Please and thank you!

okay, it’s not exactly the prompt but it IS close. also some, uh, weakly implied sexy times ahead (you have been warned). in any case, enjoy!! <3

(15) A Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss

Long ago, the feuding Marlins and the Atuns put aside their differences to unite against a common enemy, but now that the Galra were vanquished, they reverted to their old ways, much to Allura’s chagrin. And in a last-ditch effort to diffuse the building tension between the two planets, she sent one envoy to each of them.

Unfortunately, that threw an unexpected wrinkle in Lance’s plans that concerned Pidge, because with each of them on different sides of the conflict – despite the fact that they insisted they remained neutral as Paladins of Voltron – their respective sides expected them to maintain a certain…aloofness around the other.

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i’ve been meaning to write a bewitched-esque gradence au for aaaaaages so i can call it ‘i married a wizard’ (graves is a mortal/no-maj and credence is the wizard) after rené clair’s i married a witch. (i got as far as the setup premise for bewitched, really, with graves and credence getting married after a whirlwind romance and then graves finds out credence is a wizard. wackiness ensues? sidenote: imagine graves and credence in the style of the bewitched opening credits?)

but then i thought a fic titled ‘so i married an obscurus’ would be great, too? which could be a fun opportunity to merge canon events/characters with so i married an axe murderer but i haven’t watched that since i was a kid. but mostly i just like the title.

monster-bitworld  asked:

Guessing Game Meme: snorting ?


Even with lightyears and galaxies separating them and the former CMO of the Lost Light, they couldn’t help but feel the fear of God or Primus or whatever deity is out there strike true in their heart. They try their best to not flinch from the glare despite feeling a teeny weeny bit of their soul wither and die from the intense stare that promised Bad Times to Come if they met up Earth.

It took all of their self-control to not squirm in their seat, knowing it’ll be game over if they showed any reaction that hinted to the deception Ratchet is accusing them of.

“Listen,” they say, “I don’t have all the information on whatever could be bothering my friend. Honest. Why would I hide things from you if my friend’s health is on the line? That’s the opposite of being a friend, you know? I-”

“I never said anything about their health.”

He hadn’t…?

He hadn’t.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Snorting in bitter amusement at their horrified expression, Ratchet crosses his arms and leans forward until all they can see on the screen is his face, blazing blue optics and all.

“I’m going to ask the question again and you’re going to be honest with me. ‘Completely, factually, totally’ honest as you said earlier.” Oof. Of course Ratchet will throw their own words back at their face. “You’re going to be sorry if you hold anything back from me. Anything. No matter how tiny it is. Are we clear?”

Unsure of what to do next, since all the options would cause an intergalactic incident, all they can do is nod and brace for the inevitable.

“What’s wrong with the liaison?”

( a wip fic where the liaison’s birthday bash has them knocked up and strung out over who could be the baby daddy. while they struggle to hide their pregnancy from the lost light crew and figure out what to do, their friends back home try to aid them and keep it all hush hush. it goes well as one expects. )


I was looking for gender switch Markson fics but like I found none🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️I wish someone would write this. Mark is the prettiest guy ever😍😍

A lot of you getting salty to people that like Mark as bottom or sub like 😒. Me liking Mark as a bottom doesn’t make him unless of a man. I just prefer to read fics with him being a bottom cuz that’s my kink. So fuck off if you’re a bottom mark hater cuz my blog ain’t for you. But those see and love mark as the adorable, shy guy he’s: I hope y'all enjoy my shitty blog😂😂😂

I’m a writer, I whisper to myself as I struggle to add 51 new words to the fic I’ve been whittling together for months like Frankenstein’s decaying prose monster.

  • Me, doing chores: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write
  • Me, eating a meal: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write
  • Me, doing anything else: Plotting story ideas and wanting to write
  • Me, opening a Word document to write: what is plot?? ideas, nope, don't have those. words aren't real.
Eleven’s first day of school
  • El’s so grateful Mike insisted on giving her a ride to school on his bike because it gives her a chance to review all the advice she’s gotten from the party over the last couple weeks
  • But a lot of their suggestions conflict (Lucas: “If you don’t know the answer when a teacher asks a question, don’t make eye contact with them or they’ll call on you” Dustin: “No way, you want to look the son of a bitch right in the eye to let them know you’re not afraid. Then, they’ll call on someone else. It’s a power move.” Max: “No, don’t listen to them, just pretend to be really engrossed in taking notes.”)
  • She gets her class schedule and it’s still a little surreal to see her name (Hopper, Jane) written down
  • She can’t believe how many people are at school and it’s a little overwhelming until she grabs Mike’s hand squeezes
  • He squeezes back right away and doesn’t let go as the walk to their first class
  • The class is English, which Eleven loves instantly (the teacher keeps talking about all these cool books they’re going to read—apparently one is about grapes and El can’t believe someone wrote a whole book on her favorite fruit)
  • She writes down everything the teacher says and fills up three pages in her notebook (although she wonders if she wasn’t supposed to because Mike didn’t take out a notebook at all and he keeps looking at her funny)
  • She has to part from Mike for math class, but Will sits in front of her and keeps passing her funny drawings and notes so the class goes by fast
  • After the bell for lunch rings, they exit the classroom and Mike runs up to them, panting, and starts asking El a million questions about how math class went
  • Eleven’s favorite part of the day is definitely lunch because she gets to sit with all of her friends and listen to them joke and argue and laugh
  • Everything goes smoothly from there until the last class of the day when the teacher asks them to pair up with someone they don’t know and then introduce their partner to the class
  • Eleven panics for a second, but Mike immediately turns to her, sticks out his hand, and says, “hi, my name’s Mike, short for Michael”
  • When the final bell rings, Eleven can’t believe after two years of begging Hopper she finally got what she had been asking for: a day of being a normal kid
  • And it was better than she ever imagined

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my favorite blanket just came out of the dryer, and i dont care how hot it is outside or how many aliens are invading, im gonna go have a Warm Blanket Nap and nobody can stop me
hear me out.....

richie shows up one day with bleached streaks/highlights in his hair (it surprisingly doesnt look bad) and everyone is like wtf dude just why..? but he just shrugs and doesnt say anything about it.  for once in his life he isnt saying something… its almost a full week later when eddie remembers when all the losers were talking about crushes and eddie had just barely gotten away with saying he didnt like anyone but thought blondes were cute (a complete lie) and thats why hes now in the middle of history class blushing so much while staring at the back of richies blonde-tipped head with his heart pounding out of his chest

au where Vicchan is still alive and when Victor is staying in Hasetsu the Katsuki family starts calling him “human Vicchan” (100% inspired by this tweet)

Victor secretly loves it because he loves this nickname and this family and this sense of familiarity (even though he pretends to be offended)

Mari: “has Vicchan eaten yet?” Yuuri: “yeah I fed him an hour ago” Mari: “no I mean human Vicchan”

Yuuri: “I’m taking Vicchan on a walk” Hiroko: “take human Vicchan with you”

It gets to the point that onsen guests only know Victor Nikiforov, five time world champion and figure skating living legend, as human Vicchan at Yu-topia Katsuki

Victor starts introducing himself “hi this is Vicchan and I’m human Vicchan”

A concept: 

Logan has a really big sweet tooth and on Thomas’ birthday they all celebrate because it’s technically their birthday too. 

They decide to have a chocolate cake and Logan demands the first piece and cuts the cake in half and drops it on his plate.

Roman nearly vomits because that’s so much cake and calories and Logan just digs in. 

Virgil comments that Logan can’t finish the massive piece he’s cut for himself and Logan says he could eat the whole thing if he wanted to.

Virgil bets he can’t eat the whole cake and Logan agrees and digs in with his fork and the others watch in horror as he devours the whole thing with no issue. 

Once he’s finished he pushes his plate forward and says,



i want you so much (but i hate your guts)

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can’t do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor’s certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn’t seem to like him complicates matters, though.

This is still a Work in Progress!

COMPLETE (12.11.2017)


“Soldier! Are you listening to me?”

lanzazul: Yoooo!!  You never really told me when captain Keith started to have a crush on the prince!

@ardcntblaze: Okay so hear me out. Keith always thought the young prince was kinda stuck up and spoiled. But one day, while doing rounds in town as a soldier, he witnesses Lance being very kind. Helping out some poor children and their families. Dirtying his hands to help out. And then he saw how much Lance cared about the people. And then he sees Lance’s genuine smile, not the fake smile that Lance wears in court and around the nobles but a sweet, honest, happy smile that just lights up his entire face and he gets these doki dokis


tony stark, a certified baby-cuddler

everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it. (for mobile users, there’s a read-more after a few paragraphs)

Tony Stark isn’t new to kids, not exactly.

He’s always tried to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby Avengers with homework.

He likes kids. He might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them, from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore teenagers.

And the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.

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