i should write a fanfiction about this

anonymous asked:

Do you think there's an age that someone should stop being into fanfiction? I get really self-conscious about the fact that I'm 20 years old and I love reading fanfiction and really want to start writing fanfiction but my being self-conscious about it makes me hold back.

I’ll be 22 in June and I still read fanfiction. I still write fanfiction (something I started when i was about 9 years old).

There’s no way there can be a certain age where it’s supposed to stop.

I think as long as you’re creative and you enjoy what you’re doing, then read/write fanfiction for as long as you wish.

Trying to say that there’s a cut off age is ridiculous and it’s like saying we shouldn’t enjoy movies/books from our youth.

You bet your ass I’m over here watching Tarzan, Lion King, Hercules, and eating baby bottle pops and those circles smile french fry things. There’s no age on anything in this world (well, obviously illegal things but….that’s beside the point) unless we put an age to it.

I write fanfiction and I’m going to college to be a creative writer, and I can vouch that my fanfiction writing has helped me to become the writer I am today and will be next month.

So, point of this story? Read all the fanfiction you desire, love, and don’t let anyone tell you differently!

dangerouswithoutcoffee  asked:

I do not care if an Anti wants to make a sneeze about this but I have plains to write a fanfiction "soulmark" thing where all the paladins are shipped with each-other and it will have plenty of love for Pidge and Shiro and all the other paladins as well. It will include relationships of all types, emotional and phisical and will follow the group as more than just 'destin to be soul mates' I am currently working on the finer details of this fanfiction at the moment, ch1 should be up by mid April.

This sounds pretty cute to be honest. Not enough soulmate AUs for Shidge, that much I know. I almost had one written but I abandoned it Good luck on writing it and I look forward to reading it!

- Mod Shiro


I’m interested in serial killers, and to be completely honest, the part of the TCC that sees it all like a fandom makes me sick to my stomach. This isn’t a fucking tv-series or a band or something to idolize at all. You don’t ship serial killers, you don’t put flower crowns on the Columbine shooters, you don’t write fucking fanfiction about the serial killers. It is so nerve-wreckingly disgusting. If you in any way support the things these horrible people have done, you must be just as awful and disgusting as they are. And I know that there are people within the TCC that are just like me, simply interested. I’m interested in the stories, the backgrounds, the motifs. I’m not romanticizing the killers one bit. They are disgusting people that should by no means be looked up to. They committed horrible acts and killed so many innocents. They are awful to say the least. We are tired of being associated with the sick people that worship and adore these criminals. We are not like them at all.

Thank you.


Summary: Mrs. Lester lets Dan in on a few Lester family traditions; a little peek into Dan’s first Christmas with the Lesters

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1094

A/N: happy holidays, everyone! here’s a quick lil blurb about Dan visiting the Lesters for Christmas, because i absolutely adore Mrs. Lester and i need more Dan and Katherine interaction in my life.

been playing around with the idea of writing more fics about Dan with Phil’s family, so please like/reblog if you think i should expand on this more! as always, comments and feedback are appreciated!

big shout out to @asianellenpage for reading over this and reassuring me that it’s not awful ilysm 

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anonymous asked:

could you write kara comforting lena after catching her in 2x15? bc being thrown off a building must be traumatizing af.

This took a little bit of a turn, I hope you don’t mind!

The Fall

She falls silently, because Luthors don’t scream- even when they’re falling off skyscrapers.

A little over five seconds.

That’s how long it should take her to hit the ground.

It isn’t even long enough for her to reach terminal velocity.

She tries not to be disappointed about that, but the scientist in her is a little miffed.

Really, if she’s going to die, she could at least get to die at terminal velocity.

It amazes her how slow time passes, while she’s plummeting through the air.

There’s plenty of time to think.

About what her life was.

About what it could have been.

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It appears I have fallen again

And for who you may ask this time but I tell you no other than… 

Gaston/Luke Evans! 

I have fallen quite deeply into this trash can my friends. 

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Originally posted by someone-like-robsten

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

You will probably see a fic written all about him in no time. Any one else sharing this struggle??? 

And if you would like to see one sooner for me shoot me your ideas of what kind of Gaston fic I should write. 

Because Lord help me with an idea lol.  

Odds On? Chapter 2

“You’re mental,” I let the words tumble out of my mouth before I could stop them. In an act to save myself, I added, “I kind of like that.”

In which Harry Styles watches reality TV for “research”, doesn’t ignore Niall Horan’s call (for once), and finds an angry girl on a balcony. 

A story about blackmail, bets gone wrong, and a fish named Einstein.

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Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky had the perfect Valentine’s Day planned out for you…

Genres: fluff

Warnings: Teensiest bit suggestive if you squint real hard

A/N: 😘 based off the “who should I write about for a Valentine’s day fic” Bucky Edition. I’m planning on doing a Steve one too, hopefully before the actual day… is it okay if that one is angsty though?!

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I’m not the kind of person who’s really very good at forming her own opinions on things. It takes me a while to kind of ponder and crystallize how I feel about most topics, and pretty much everything winds up having elements where it looks different from different angles, so I never have like, A Solid Feeling I Always Feel About This Thing.

(I used to worry about it a lot, when I was a kid. There are still some songs/bands/albums I listen to and remember my deep anxiety: how could I tell if this was Good? Other people seemed to always know– that music’s shit and we’ll laugh at you, this music’s Great but only right now, that music there is Classic and no matter what will always be Good. How do you know which is which.)

Anyway. So, I don’t really have An Opinion Of My Own about Rogue One.

What I do have, after reading many reviews, is an interesting observation to make:

Every person of color I’ve read a review from loved it. I don’t know that my sample is representative, but for so many people, it fulfilled such a deep-seated need inside them that, several reviewers independently said, they hadn’t realized they still had, to see someone who looked like them in this context. And that’s incredibly touching, to me. I know I cried to see a lady pilot among the 70s-moustached dudes! My only tears of the movie. So I get that, I do, and I’m so excited for it.

The critical reviews I’ve read have mostly not been from people of color. And they’ve made excellent points– how terrible is it, for one, that the only way the powers that be could see their way to putting so many men of color into a Star Wars film was to kill them all in the end? The hope, and eventual success, of the Rebellion is literally built on the ashes and bones of women and people of color, who were expressly not included in the glorious success at the end of the original trilogy.

(And also: where are the women of color. Where are the women, period. What the fuck, racists and misogynists were already going to protest your movie; you could have done whatever you wanted at this point, so why was this all you wanted??)

I feel like the critical points are good to make. And I feel like that’s maybe who should be making them. Sure, there are valid points to be argued about structural or thematic weaknesses, sure there are still complaints to be made. But. 

If you got to have representation for the first time in this movie, you should feel free to enjoy it uncritically. 

Headcanon where Tsukki owns like twelve pairs of headphones, but only one pair of regular glasses. Then one day he breaks them and he has to wear his sports goggles all day and Hinata won’t shut up about how cool he looks. He’s irritated as usual but also embarrassed because Hinata keeps showing up in his class/passing him in the hallway/telling random students how cool Tsukishima is with his sports glasses.
The relationship between a writer and the characters she both reads and writes is a varied and complicated one. Fanfiction adds a layer onto that — the original characters in question aside, most of the people we write about started out as someone else’s characters, at least before the original work went out in the world. In the hands of fans, individually or collectively, a character often becomes someone else in the process. I should clarify: I don’t mean that fans are likely to render them out-of-character. But with the space and care that fanfiction can afford, fan writers often draw a favorite world’s characters as richer, more complicated — more human.
—  In a new piece on @fansplaining‘s Medium, I wrote about Mary Sues, imagines, perspective in fanfiction, misogyny, representation, and more.
Deals Between People Who Are Not Friends

Request: “For that ravenclaw-slytherin thing. Where you asked if you should write two new characters or not, you can do reader-Draco Malfoy if it seems better to you (i would like that too),love ya,thank you xx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1652

Warnings: None

“Tell me how you did it.” Draco had you pinned against a wall, sneering at your amused smirk.

“Did what?” You asked. You really didn’t know what he was on about, but you loved to see the arrogant boy be so worked up about something you’d done.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know, (Y/l/n).” He scowled. “It was a miracle when I found out I wasn’t in the same class as that filthy Granger girl. But then the marks are released, and I’m still second best?”

“Oh please Draco, don’t tell me you’re so worked up because I’m better than you at Alchemy.” You tutted, giving him a condescending look.

He swallowed, a red blush coming to his cheeks as you started playing mindlessly with his green scarf.

“You’re bold for a Ravenclaw.” He growled, pulling the scarf out of your hands.

“And you’re boring for a Slytherin.” You countered, frowning at his demeanour. “It’s always the same thing with you. You’re a jealous rat who can’t handle losing.”

Draco tensed his jaw, lowering his face towards yours.

“If you weren’t a pure-blood I wouldn’t be asking this of you right now.” He declared, his eyes slightly softening. “I need you to tutor me.”

You scoffed.


“You heard me!” He bellowed, eyes twitching in slight shame for what he was asking. “Listen, (Y/n).” His tone was still laced with venom, but he had become a lot more rigid in his posture. “I’ve changed classes, since there’s no hope in beating a girl who has an alchemist as a father.”

You crossed your arms, ready to spit a retaliation, but he continued.

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Something Odd

Originally posted by dazemalbus

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: [Y/n] notices something off about her bff, Peter. Turns out her suspicions are worse than she could have ever imagined.

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Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when you and Wanda decide to unplug from your electronics and embrace the great outdoors [Inspired by an episode of Broad City titled ‘The Matrix’].

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I just wanted to write a little story about my favorite Captain. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by aphroditce

“Okay…I don’t think this a good idea,” you wheezed, skidding along the pavement on your roller skates as Wanda rolled her eyes at you, skating on the sidewalk with ease. “Maybe we should go back and call an Uber,” you suggested tiredly, your face lighting up at the thought.

Wanda halted and turned around, gliding towards you as she exasperated a sigh. “Are you serious, Y/N? We just left the apartment building,” she remarked, gesturing at the building that was only a few feet behind you. “You said so yourself that we need to take a break from our electronics and embrace the environment around us,” she reminded as you gazed around, the smell of trash and pollution filling your nose while the sounds of the city pervaded your ears. “You said that we needed to embrace nature and that’s what we’re doing now!”

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s a Match!

life and secret santa drama kept me away from this for a few days. sorry about that! good news is that this is the result of me chopping a chapter in two, so next update should come quicker. 

continuation of my Secret Santa gift for @neverbetheexpectation  (i guess it’s turning into a New Years’ fic? lol)

[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s a Match!

Summary: “Oh my God, I just matched with Adrien Agreste, oh my freaking God! Chat!! Chat, come come come! Look look!”

But Chat Noir wasn’t paying her any mind. Because the moment she started screaming about her new match, Chat Noir tried to quickly exit out of his matches page so that he wouldn’t see who popped up. But it was far too late, because right when he blinked, his phone buzzed with an excited message about his new match.

He was not expecting it to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapter 3: Impulsive

Marinette’s phone slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.

Adrien really wasn’t sure whether that was a good or bad sign, but Marinette was definitely not saying anything, and she was staring at him like he had just sacrificed an infant in front of her.

He was afraid he might’ve broken her.

A laugh came bubbling from the kitchen and Adrien’s eyes widened in horror when he realized that Marinette’s father was still in the kitchen and had likely heard his entire outburst. He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth and watched Tom quickly push all the dishes into the sink and tighten the sash on the back of his baking apron. He didn’t look angry so Adrien supposed that was a good sign, but he realized that asking out someone’s daughter in front of them was probably in poor taste and grounds to potentially get him killed . Adrien stood up straight, clasped his hands behind his back, and muttered. “Uh….h-hello. Sir. Um. I wasn’t — I mean I was just.” He cleared his throat. “H-Hi.”

Tom chuckled to himself, walked around the island and patted Adrien on the head. “I think I’ll leave the two of you alone and help Sabine downstairs. Enjoy your lunches.” He confused Adrien further by sending him a little wink before he scurried down to the bakery and left him alone with Marinette.

Who still….wasn’t moving.

Okay, so he anticipated this would go a heck of a lot differently. Oh well.

Marinette’s mouth was moving, but words weren’t coming out, and Adrien was really hoping that this was a normal reaction to asking a girl out, otherwise he was ready to just bolt out of the bakery and jump into the Seine to spare himself the shame.

Adrien’s smile came out more pained than he meant for it to. “Um….so this is usually the part where you say yes or no.”

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Our Love

Originally posted by hellomadzstuff

a big thank you to my lovely friend @im-not-dead-but-i-should-be who made writing this story possible by helping me so much!

also idk  but it really took me long to write this and it’s so short….. omg kill me

‘Perfect. Fucking perfect.’

[Y/N] was going to be late. Thanks to her alarm. She knew that shit is going to broke sooner or later and she didn’t do anything about it.

She would’t even care but today was Monday and her first class on Monday was English.

She despised her English teacher. He was an asshole. Always making rude comments about her and the other girls.

‘[Y/L/N] why do you look so sad? Smile, kid! You look so pretty with that smile!’

‘[Y/LN] what’s with that stupid smile? You’re supposed to read something!’

He was so annoying.

[Y/N] realized she’s already late anyway, so why should she bother? She wanted to have a proper breakfast.

After doing her morning routine she grabbed a backpack, keys and left the apartment.

Ugh. It was snowing.  

As she peacefully walked on the iced streets of Gotham, she checked the time and she couldn’t believe herself. This is what you get when you “shouldn’t bother”.

[Y/N] was going to be late. Again. To her second class.

So she did the only think she could think of.

She ran.

When [Y/N]’s feet met the slippery bridge, she didn’t slow down. She knew it was very risky but she could’t be that late, she would be in trouble!

She thought she’s going to be just fine because she was already in the middle of the construction but oh boy, how naive she was.

Then she was running and now she wasn’t.

Her face was in the snow..

Yes, she slipped.

[Y/N] groaned and was about to start getting up but she heard a laugh.

Quite maniacal one.

It was a male, he sounded young. She didn’t want to see him, she was to ashamed to show him his face.

It was obvious that her fall looked hilarious but seriously, she could have hurt herself!

Now she was mad at this guy.

Still too embarrassed to get up though.

So poor [Y/N] laid there until she heard the person walking away still giggling a little.

‘Wow. What an asshole.’ She thought and finally stood up.

She arrived to school after her English class. She made it right on time.

At least she didn’t have to confront her teacher.

Classes passed by very quickly, thanks to [Y/N]’s five friends.

They were supposed to grab something to eat and go to the movies. [Y/N] loved cinema.

As the laughing pack left the building they heard an explosion and people screaming. Just around the corner.

“What was that?!”

“I don’t know, let’s check it out!”

‘Very fucking smart..’ Thought [Y/N] but didn’t say anything.

Now while walking in the direction of even louder screams she seriously wanted to say something. It really wasn’t a good idea to go there, now with everything happening with Jerome Valeska being alive and his cult–

–And the penny drops.

‘That laugh. It was him!’

When running people started to pass them by she stopped in her tracks.

“Okay guys, this is very stupid of us. We really shouldn–”

“My, my, what do we have here?” Somebody cut her off.

The group slowly turned around to meet Jerome Valeska, in the flesh, standing there and smiling madly at them.

‘Oh no…now we’re screwed’

As they stared at him, too afraid to run, a school bus pulled up.

Those lunatics. Those lunatics from his cult were in this bus. 

[Y/N] could’t take a good look from her position but it seemed like all of them were ugly men with clown make up on their faces, holding weapons. 

Jerome started to laugh darkly as he saw the fear in their eyes.

“Come on children, the bus is hereee! Now, get in or..” He targeted his gun at them.


Scared pack could only nod, expect [Y/N].

“Alrighty then…” She spoke, wanting to play it cool. She didn’t want to give him satisfaction of her shaking in fear.

All of her friends were already in the bus, probably sobbing and not knowing what to do.

[Y/N] really wanted to save her ass, so she started to think about the plan.

The moment she was about to step into the bus, passing Jerome, [Y/N] flirtatiously smiled at him, kinda praying he’s not gay. Her plan was to use her looks to save herself. She didn’t expect anything just yet, she didn’t even have a full plan, it was all so spontaneous.

When their eye contact broke she heard him say “C'mere, Angel.”

A little shocked [Y/N] skipped to him and gave him a small smile.

She felt him put an arm around her waist.

“We can’t let you fall and hurt yourself again, can we?”

Now she was sure it was him laughing at her earlier. Douchebag.

[Y/N] only nodded as she let him hold her waist and sensing him entering the bus right after her.

Then she felt somebody hitting her head with something hard and she fell straight on the bus floor knocked out.

“Rise and shine, Beautiful..” A hot breath on her ear was present as she started to wake up.

Her vision more clear now, so she could see she’s been lying on the hard floor, and noticed the Ginger hovering over her.

She whined because her head hurt like hell.

Jerome’s face softened as he caressed her cheek.

“I’m so sorry about it, Doll. That idiot who did that to you is already dead.”

He helped her to stand up and took her to another room of wherever they were.  

What [Y/N] saw before her was absolutely terrible. Her friends tied to the chairs, crying in pain. Three psychos torturing them.

When they saw Jerome coming in, they left the room one by one, still laughing.

“Alrighty!” He shouted smiling widely at her almost lifeless friends and then turned to [Y/N].

“Listen [Y/N]..” She wasn’t even surprised he knew her name.

“When I saw you for the first time.. I knew you were just like me. Different. What I’m saying is, join me. You can be my queen of hearts. Well, more like of my heart. I know you feel the same about me, Doll Face.”

Okay, this is crazy. [Y/N] wanted to play with his mind and make him think that she likes him because she wants to be alive. Nothing wrong with that.. but she wasn’t prepared for something like this, for God’s sake. It’s not her fault nobody ever loved Jerome this way. Or at all.

What is he gonna do to her friends?!

“What about my friends?”

“Thought you’re not gonna ask! That’s the funny part, Darling!”


“You’re going to kill ‘em! Bang! You don’t need ‘em do you?! I’m everything you need!”

[Y/N] forgot how to speak English. She started to pray this is all a cruel joke or better - a nightmare.

“Are you crazy?! I’m not doing this!”

“Yes. You. Are.” She could tell he was angry.

He pushed a gun into her hands.

“You’re doing this, Lovely. Now.”

She targeted the gun at them, shaking like mad. She didn’t want to do this.

“Pull the trigger.” He hissed.

Too many emotions. [Y/N] was so nervous she started to sob, look on her friend’s faces not helping at all. Hopeless like they were expecting her to do it..

Now Jerome was seriously annoyed and bored.

“Guess I have to kill all of you now…”

He shot her friends in the head and dropped the gun. He took out his knife and just as he was about to hop in her way–

–There was a shot “GCPD! You’re surrounded!

And then she realized. She didn’t even flinch. She still had a gun pointed at their direction. She was too shocked to do anything.

This is so stupid.

So stupid.

“Amazing job, Honey!”

Oh no.



He did it on purpose.

One month later, Arkham Asylum

‘’[Y/N]! How is my favourite inmate doing?” said Jerome, squeezing her hard.

She pushed him off and didn’t say anything.

“Awww, c’mon Baby, you can’t possibly be still mad at me? I did it for our love!”

Great. Now she was stuck with him in this crazy place.

At least they had their love.. Right?

Losing Jacob

@lunastarlux requested: Oh my god or a number 13. Sorry I got excited when I saw it 

This was so much fun to write! It’s more lighthearted than the other two but hopefully still enjoyable. If you like reading about dad!Newt than you should enjoy this. Also, it’s longer than the other two so that’s good! I have three requests lined up but I’d love some more so feel free to shoot me an ask or a message. Cheers, May.

Warnings: None (i don’t think)   


There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Newt was a great mother to his creatures. They loved him, growing attachments to the unusual human who cared for them. That’s why you weren’t worried about Newt being a father to your baby. In fact, you were thrilled when you found out you were pregnant.

Newt was happy with the announcement too. The two of you had been married for around a year and having a child seemed to be the next step. But under his excitement was fear. He was going to be a father. He was going to have an actual child. A child of his own. He tried to hide his worry from you but you easily saw through his facade.

“You’re going to be a great dad,” you whispered into his ear as the two of you lay cuddled up to each other on your couch.

“Hmm,” he moaned soothingly, playing with a strand of your hair and twirling it in his fingers.

“I’m serious,” You sat up and Newt whined at the lack of closeness between the two of you. “You’ve already had practice with your creatures and you’ve done a wonderful job.”

He nodded his head in agreement but only because he knew giving in would be the only way to bring your head back to his chest. You gave him a stern gaze before laying back down on him. He tried to believe what you said. He really did. But, to him, being the mother to his creatures was completely different than being a father to his actual child. For one thing, the creatures he cared for were independent. They knew how to care for themselves for the most part. Their lives didn’t depend on him to be a good parent. His child’s life would be completely and utterly dependant on the two of you. You were the ones who brought him into the world and you were in charge of protecting him until he could protect himself.

Newt managed to hide his fear from you for the rest of your pregnancy and one day in April, you welcomed your son, Jacob, into the world. Newt immediately fell in love with the little bundle. Everything about Jacob seemed perfect to Newt which didn’t help ease his fear.

Newt avoided being alone with Jacob as much as possible. He loved being around his son but it was much better when someone else was there too. Someone to make sure he didn’t mess anything up. The occasional times it was just father and son, things went by smoothly and without any mishaps though this didn’t calm Newt’s fear at all.

One day when Jacob was almost a year old, you had to go into the city for a meeting and Newt was left alone with your son. Things started off fine as they usually did. Newt read the child stories and watched as he played with his beast figurines, never daring to take his eyes off the precious creature.

Jacob was still too young to say anything comprehensible but Newt loved the little sounds and coos he made as he played. He sat on the floor next to Jacob, gazing in admiration at the little boy who had become the center of his life.

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing in the kitchen. You were a muggleborn and had insisted on having a phone in your apartment so you could communicate with your family but it ended up being used a lot between you and Newt. Thinking it was you, he hurried into the kitchen answering the phone. It turned out to be Queenie, asking if they would be home the following week when she came to England for a visit.

After a quick confirmation, Newt hung up the phone and rushed back to where he had left Jacob. But Jacob wasn’t there. He felt panic rising in his chest and flooding his body as he frantically scanned the room for any sign of his son. He tore apart the room, looking behind furniture and calling Jacob’s name repeatedly. But Jacob simply wasn’t there. He searched the whole flat but there was still no sign of the child. The only place he didn’t bother checking was his case. It was locked up and Jacob was too young to know how to get it open.

“I’m home!” Newt heard you call from the front door and he froze at the thought of having to explain the situation. “Hey darling.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before looking around the room. “Where’s Jacob?”

“Um…I lost our baby.” Newt blurted out and then the rest of the story followed quickly. He explained about the phone call and coming back to find Jacob gone. “I’ve searched the whole house. He’s not anywhere.”

“It’s going to be okay.” You placed a gentle hand on Newt’s arm. “We can’t panic. We know he can’t have left the house because all the doors and windows are locked. He’s got to be here somewhere.”

The two of you split up, each taking a portion of the house to search. Newt ran his hands through his hair in shame, heart pounding rapidly in his chest. You tried not to let your worry show. You knew Newt was tearing himself up over the situation and you knew your panic would make him feel worse.

You turned into the bedroom you shared with Newt and searched the room, looking under the bed and in the closet. That was when you noticed Newt’s case sitting next to your bed, the top slightly open. You felt hope soar through you as you opened the case all the way and descended into the room below.

“Jacob!” you called. You heard a faint giggling that sounded familiar. You knew immediately it was Jacob. You took off in that direction and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw him. He was sitting on the ground next to the bowtruckles’ home. They had gathered around the young boy and he laughed as they crawled around on him.

“Jacob,” you sighed breathlessly, scooping up the cause of your panic. “Thank god.” You pressed him tight to your body, kissing the top of his head. “Newt! I’ve found him! I’m in the case!”

You could hear stomping and frantic breathing and Newt came running towards you. His face broke into an expression of relief when he was your son securely held in your arms. He shakily moved to the two of you, engulfing you both in a hug.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered shamefully. “I failed as a father.”

“Don’t say that,” you said sharply. “You haven’t failed anything. You’re not the first father in the world to lose track of his son.”

Newt smiled gratefully at you. What had he done to deserve such a forgiving and loving wife? He was constantly amazed that you had even agreed to marry him. You saw the look of love on his face and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to his lips. He responded, softly moving his mouth against yours. The moment was ruined when Jacob began to squirm in your arms. You both turned your attention to him to see him pointing at the bowtruckles. “Twuckles!” he giggled.

“Very good!” Newt smiled encouragingly. “Those are bowtruckles.”

“Like father like son.” You rolled your eyes and Newt shot you a grin. “You should take him down here more often!”

“Only if his mother joins us,” he responded cheekily and you smiled despite yourself.

“Someone’s got to keep you two in line.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm thinking about becoming a beta reader. Thing is, I'm not known in any of my fandoms. I was wondering, is there anywhere you can sign up to be available as a beta? Thanks!

Thanks for your question, dear!  Beta reading is a great activity to take up in your free time :)  And there are a lot of different kinds of beta reading to try, too!  So first you should consider your options.

There’s one obvious first distinction: reading for original work vs. reading for fanfiction.  Your problem of having no name in your fandoms can be resolved – making an online presence in your fandom (on twitter, tumblr, facebook, etc.) is easy if you’re offering a service like this.  Still, if you find that entry difficult, there are always other outlets…

Fanfiction Beta Sites

  • Fanfiction.net – One of the two most popular fanfiction databases on the internet.  To become a beta reader, you must meet the following criteria:

1. Be a registered member for at least 1 month or more.
2. Must have published at least 5 stories on the site OR have published entries totaling at least 6,000 words.
3. Must accurately complete both the Profile and Preferences part of your beta profile.

You’ll share a bit about your personality, and what fandoms/genres/ratings you’re comfortable with reading.  Those tags will help readers to filter through the beta reading database and find you.  So make sure to decide what you’re interested in covering first!

  • Archive of Our Own (AO3) – The other most popular fanfiction website; I’m not a member there so I don’t know the exact process of becoming a beta, but I know I’ve never seen a clear-cut beta search forum there.  The link I’ve provided opens up to a search page, though – type in the Tag section, “Beta Wanted,” and sort by recently updated (+ whatever fandoms/ratings you’re interested in).  This should get you started on making connections with other writers.

Original-Work Beta Sites

(Sorted by those I’ve used to those I haven’t – not by quality!)

  • FictionPress – I recommend this first because it’s a sister site to fanfiction.net, so the layout is nearly identical.  The difference is that it’s based on original works, not fanfic, so there’s less of a fandom-barrier to cross.
  • NaNoWriMo forums – National Novel Writing Month (more information here) takes place every November, along with similar NaNo events in April and July.  At the end of these events (and usually months afterward, too), people come away with first drafts in need of critiquing.  This is likely to yield more deep beta reading, if that’s what you’re after – but it can also be as simple as grammar and line edits.
  • Scribophile – I’ve never used this, but I’ve heard great things.  Scribophile is very community-based critiquing network, where you can read for others and also take advantage of their blog and other resources for improving your writing, getting published, and so forth.
  • Critters – I’ve also heard good things about Critters, another critiquing workshop.  This one is specific to science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres, though.  The website is a little cluttered-looking, though, so it’s not my first choice personally.

Hopefully one of these will work for you!  If you have any more questions, be sure to hit me up and I’ll get back to you within the week :)  Good luck!

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

You should be afraid (Jumin x Reader/MC) (Alternative Ending)

Oh god, I feel so embarrassed rn lol
This is not even that smut… And I’m like cghdcgshd WHAT AM I WRITING. 

Ok, this is alternative ending of my Jumin’s fic. If you want to know when it’s started, please read the first part here.

(I also changed the title)

@pansexualtrash  helped me with my bad grammar, misspellings and other mistakes, big thanks to her. Go check her fanfictions!

“How many times I need to tell you that I don’t care about my damn hand?” He growled, looking down at you, his eyes eager and needy.

You rarely heard him curse- most of the time, even when he was angry, he didn’t show his emotions that much. But now he was just livid, and you didn’t know what to do anymore. You should’ve said something, tried to stop him, but you didn’t. You felt like you were desperately losing this confrontation.

“Besides that…” There was an amused glow in his eyes, quickly overtaken by lust, “You said that we shouldn’t do this, but your body tells me another story,” he pointed out with a purr of pleasure.

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