maybe i should read some fanfiction


Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, fleeting OCs,

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: mention of bullying, implied smut (very very light)     

Word Count: 2200ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Summer

I could share some thoughts with you I had pre writing this fic, but I’d rather let you read it and form your own opinions and maybe share my thought process later if any of you should be interested.

Betaed by my sassy sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics

You had been tossing and turning all night long. Usually this day of the year was spent crying your eyes out, knowing that you would hardly see him again until next summer, but this year you had spend it thinking about the life you had and the life you could have.

Jensen Ackles had been your friend and protector all through life. In middle school you were the girl that liked to sit and draw rather than go play sports with your classmates. In high school you prefered to sit alone in the cafeteria in listening to music, sketching in your notebook, while he was the boy that was always surrounded by a huge group of people. He was a popular kid, but not mean because of it.

Actually, you were sure he was the sole reason why you got through your school years without ever really being bullied. Having him wink at you as he passed your table, where you always sat drawing and listening to music, keeping away from the noise that was high school. He stopped and talked to you by your lockers or teamed up with you in the classes you were in together whenever the teacher demanded you to do group work. You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing, keeping you safe by interacting with you, or if it was simply just who he was.  

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I just want to re-draw this >> 

Because I think the old one not good enough for an awesome fan-fiction like ‘Yesterday Got Away’. I draw Jack a little out-character and I don’t like the tone(my bad), can’t help but I needed to re-draw it!

If the author read this or maybe someone can tell her that I like her fanfic very much! This is one of my favorite story so far. XD

Being in love with your mortal enemy is only acceptable when you’re under a spell.

Update: In the two and a half months or so since I read Carry On, my Word document of fanfiction is now just under 30,000 words long. … Though now that uni is back I probably won’t be writing as much (that said, I’ll probably think of some great new idea overnight that I can’t wait to start writing). Maybe I should write shorter fics. Anyway, here is 7.5k words of fluff.


‘I think I’ve finally got it,’ Penny announces while we’re at the breakfast table.

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Me at the gates of Heaven

God: Sorry, it looks like you can’t enter.

Me: Okay but why??

God: Well, there are some questionable “ships”, and also some fanfictions you read..

Me: I see


Me: I’ll just let myself out

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic requests? Anything you want us to read by the other admins or some tumblr friends?

I sure do nonnie! Sit tight and buckle in this is going to be long (maybe) I’ll start with friends and pick some of my favs from them okay? Everyone I’m picking I promise you should read every thing they’ve written all of it is amazing and honestly I personally believe some fics should be turned into movies. Anyway these particular fics have changed the way I read and write fanfiction so you should also follow these blogs (all the admins I’m about to shout out are amazing and kind) If you want me to do another and separate them by groups and genres then I can do that as well. 

By @kpoppantydrop: A Rose Coloured Rogue that has four parts to it. It’s a SHINee fic but features Jimin (BTS), Wonho, and Xiumin written by admin Winter for Rogue’s birthday. A warning though it is smut. 

Another one is Prettiest Pink a Jin (BTS) smut by Admin Lily. It’s filth from start to finish and I love it it’s so great I think I actually blushed whilst reading it. 

Also here’s a cute as fuck Jackson (GOT7) fluff by Admin Desire called Something Good. It’s a birthday fic and it made me smile so hard whilst reading it! 

Of course I have lots of others (Their masterlist is endless you’ll be on their blog forever I promise you wont regret it.)

By @xiuminsm : Here’s a super long Yixing fic that is Royalty AU and omg its so fucking amazing, it’s titled Until Hell Freezes Over  it’s another smut but the smut is rather brief and its easy to skip over if you want to (I don’t recommend it though.) 

Another installment in the Royalty AU for EXO this is for Suho and it’s titled Bete Noir the world that Liv spins in this series is seriously breathtaking. It’s a smut (yet again, I’m sorry most of the fics will have an adult theme) but its soooo worth the read. 

By @smutfictionaddicted (also @kpopthirstaddicted) she’s moved to @writings-by-cl but a lot of her fics are on her old blogs: Crocodiles in Sin City is a fic based off the Sin City universe that became movies how friggin cool is that?! There are heavy warnings with this it’s very mature so be cautious before clicking. 

Strawberry Ice Cream is a drabble by CL based off a series by @chanyeolspout (which I’ll be linking you to as well.) I don’t usually read Chanyeol fics but its so gooodddd

By @chanyeolspout : Here’s the mini masterlist for Breeze as said above a Chanyeol fic of about nine parts you won’t regret it please read! 

In Abstenia really fucked me up like ??? Why did you do this to me??? It’s optional bias and v smutty 

Welcome Back is a Sehun oneshot with exhibitionism, lots of smut, and a fresh from tour Sehun who misses you a lot. (Just punch me in the face tbh)

By @soobadnoonecanstopher : I will ALWAYS recommend The Boxer, I laughed and cried and honestly this whole series was a fucking rollercoaster ride strap yourself in it only goes up (and down very fast) from here. Lori isn’t technically my friend (I feel bad calling her by her first name gah I’m so sorry plz don’t hate me) but I’m friends with her fics because I’ve reread them all like ten times

By the other admins: I’d recommend you read Park It (written by Takara-yeolie its a Jooheon smut and a damned good one at that) and Overlooked (written by Memesol it’s Jimin (BTS) angst lol Memesol is so great at angst I hate her)

by non-friends/tumblr famous people I wish I were friends with:

@duizhangdeluxe wrote a series for OT12 EXO and I recommend it to EVERYONE Blanc et Noir is a smut series playing around with EXO’s “powers” and it is beautifully done. 

@choco-seventeen wrote an amazing Joshua fic called Dreamcatcher and it’s a fantasy series(?) dealing with the dangers of dreams, failed friendships, life away from the city, and love. 10000/10

@versigny wrote this Namjoon smut that I think about sometimes (all the time) called Take Home Test, v smutty and A+ go support this blog it’s quality af 

@thesammtimes ahhh what can I say? Everyone’s req list has something of theirs and for good reason so I’ll just give you their masterlist so you can find out for yourself lol 

This is getting really long (I’ve been typing for two hours) sooo if you want a post about more recs just ask okay nonnie? Thank you!!! - Admin Yuuko

I like reading Sam Winchester’s fics in AO3

but I always had the problem that, to read a fic about Sam I had to get through over 30k of Desti*el fics. 

At first I tried to exclude Dean or Castiel from my search but that didn’t work beacuse I like these two too! So I used a chrome extension to block the tag sometimes. Stil didn’t work for me:

What I do now is to put this .”-filter_ids:5672″ in the search within results bar.

And this hides every fic tagged as Castiel/Dean (every ship has a number)

Well, there are  some other things I always remove but that’s way easier.

I don’t have anything against desti*el. I like reading fics at times . But scrolling over 30k fics when looking for Sam’s centric material gets tiredsome after a while. 

anonymous asked:

Wow your writing isn't great. It's just all over the place! I have been reading fanfiction since I was around 9 and I know when I come across some good work, and I'm afraid to say yours is not it. I think you should possibly consider taking a break from writing? Then maybe never coming back. Thank you.

I’m sorry, I guess 😔x

anonymous asked:

thanks love, can you pick two more fics for us

I can indeed! 

First, how about first a post-finale fic (one of the first I read and bookmarked actually) where we have a little King and Queen of the Southside? Then you should read Downstep by @zombiekittez - So good. I have this one saved to my ereader so I can read it over and over again even when I don’t have wifi.

And let’s go WAY WAY back - to one of the earliest Bughead fics posted on Ao3 and one of the first Riverdale fics I ever bookmarked  A Mustard Stain Over His Heart by Pestilent_Orange - EPIC Bughead friendship prior to Betty’s internship pre-series. The banter is s,o so clever. Maybe some of the newbies haven’t read it yet - I hope you enjoy! <3

“I want to take a moment to talk about you and your idea, because it’s something I always need to remember.

“So, you, as a screenwriter of a story that you came up with—you are the only person in the process who will ever truly be alone with that story. You are a mother holding their baby. You are pregnant with it. It’s in your head. No matter how complicated the process of writing it, ultimately it is a piece of you. This is a business and it’s also an art. I always get kinda disgusted when people talk endlessly about the idea that their art is “part of them”—but it is! It is! It’s as part of them as the words coming out of their mouth, as the things they say to their friends, as the things you build with your hands, the food you cook… It’s all a sort of extrapolation of you.

“Even though things can get diluted and get ruined—or never sell—or never make you any money—or come out and do badly—or get torn apart by a director who you thought would be perfect and then betrays you—or get torn apart by critics—or, you know, succeed: always keep in mind that the thing you do when you’re alone, when you’re writing it, when it’s still part of you, is special. That’s special! That’s the act of creation! Not even most humans can do that! So if you wrote something—maybe it sucks. Maybe it’s great. I don’t know. I haven’t read it. Maybe you think it sucks. Maybe you hate it. Maybe you’re like “I hate everything I write!” Maybe you’re one of those people. I don’t get those people, but maybe you’re one of those people. Maybe you’re someone who’s a fanboy of their own stuff. Great! Please never forget, no matter how far you feel from the work, that it started inside you. That’s special. That’s a unique thing. And on some level you should—even if you’re just writing fanfiction for the internet—be proud of that.

Max Landis, “message to screenwriters

deadsrobinscircle  asked:

Hello ! I have a character who, because of a curse when they were born, is female during the day and male at night. But they have been forced during their whole life to act as if Day! And Night! were two different person (twins actually). Do you think after 19 years of life this way, they would develope a kind of dissociative personality disorder ? Do you have any tips on how to write this ? Besides, I'm french and there is no "they" neutral pronouns, so it's very hard for me to dissociate them

Thanks for your question, dear!  This is definitely a complex issue, but I have some links + some personal advice for you…

A brief disclaimer: I don’t have any experience with gender dysphoria, but I’ve done some general research on dysphoria and its relationship with dissociative identity disorder. I do, however, have personal experience with a person who has DID.  She’d probably lose her shit if she saw this, but since none of you know me, I think it’s safe to share…

So my mother has dissociative identity disorder.  It’s not something we talk about much anymore – she’s in therapy and keeps a lot of it to herself.  But I’ve experienced the ramifications of it growing up with her, and from the things I’ve heard/read from her therapy.  And it’s important to me that something like this gets realistic representation in fiction.

Anyway, I’ll write this in two sections, if that’s all right.  I’ll include what I’ve learned about it personally, as well as some articles for you to read on your own.

1. What causes dissociative identity disorder (DID)?

As you’ll find along with other information here, DID is commonly caused by some of the following:

  • Recurrent episodes of severe physical, emotional or sexual abuse (often in childhood).
  • Absence of safe and nurturing resources to overwhelming abuse or trauma.
  • Ability to dissociate easily.
  • Development of a coping style that helped during distress and the use of splitting as a survival skill.

I’ll address these points, and how they’re relevant to your story.  Firstly, while DID is most common in victims of child abuse, it’s certainly not exclusive to these cases.  The reason that it trends so high in child abuse is because DID results from a feeling of powerlessness and a lack of a safe environment, both of which are more easily achieved when living with one’s abuser.  Adults are less likely to develop this as they have outlets to be themselves and release this stress, instead of it pushing inward and fragmenting them that way.

It’s important to note also that not just any case of abuse will result in this kind of coping mechanism.  DID only arises when it is useful to the individual’s survival – for instance, if a child is physically abused whenever they stand up for themselves or talk back to their abuser, this part of their personality – the indignant part – may break off into its own fragment.  The remaining personality learns to come out when it is needed, in order to avoid abuse.

The other aspect of this disorder is depersonalization, another result of protecting oneself from abuse.  Depersonalization creates a feeling of the mind floating out of the body – even looking down on themselves from somewhere else – in order to isolate oneself from the abusive situation.  Sometimes depersonalization happens at random times post-abuse, creating a surreal or dissociative episode, in which the individual can even look into the mirror and fail to recognize themselves.  Again, this is typically due to strong abusive experiences.

So how does this relate to your character’s situation?
Well, it really depends on the history of the character.  Whether the character suffers abuse or not may be irrelevant – the most important factor is stress, often combining with other mental health issues, which pressurizes your character’s mind into compartmentalizing itself.  The identity confusion of switching between genders day and night could create enough personal dissociation to develop DID, but there are a couple of things to understand here:

1) There’s a difference between moods/states of mind and dissociative identities.  Your character may experience confusion and different “shades of self” without completely branching off into different parts (commonly called “alters” by the DID community).  Fragmented personality comes from a survival state of mind; your character’s situation may cause dysphoria, mood swings, manic/depressive phases, and/or depersonalization without developing into full-blown DID.  Be sure this is exactly what you’re looking for, because it’s a pretty extensive disorder and will take some research.
2) DID is largely related to the environment cultivating it.  Developing DID requires a certain amount of isolation, pressure, and instability.  A character with a strong support system or environmental constants is less likely to develop DID.  Consider the state of your character’s life: do they have friends, family, roommates, neighbors, or pets that can contribute to grounding them to their identity?  Do they live/work/study in an environment that is consistent despite their gender (e.g. working second shift, studying at the same school, or interacting with the same people with both identities)?  These factors make DID without abuse even less likely.
3) DID is the result of stress and confusion.  If your character was cursed from birth, this lifestyle would eventually become normal for them, I’d think.  Of course, it would be difficult to manage, but unless they undergo abuse or high stress because of it, I’m not sure they’d develop two identities from it.  In fact, I’d think bouncing between presented genders from a young age may normalize the experience.  Of course, that’s just an opinion and certainly not fact.

2. How do I realistically write a character with DID?

A note right here first: This isn’t my call to make as someone who’s never had DID, but I don’t know if I’d advise you to go ahead and write this.  These kinds of stories are best written by people who have experienced the disorder themselves (or at least have a level of psychology education).  I mean, as a rule I try not to discourage anyone’s ideas – but this is a disorder that already gets so much sh!t in the media…

Anyway.  If you decide that this is something you want to write, you’re gonna want to get it right – which means you’ll have to do some research.  Here is where I drop a bunch of links:

That’s all I’ve got for now.  If you have any further questions, my inbox is open, of course :)  I wish you luck in whatever you wind up doing with this character!  Thanks again, and good luck!

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

anonymous asked:

Hi Cross. How long did it take for you to get to where you are right now? With loads of people asking for rec and awaiting your new story eagerly? I write too and sometimes I feel like my writing is not good enough, my idea is too dumb. I just feel so sad sometime and want to stop. I sound like a whining bitch right now but sometimes, a little validation can make a writer's day a whole lot brighter. I'm sorry I flood your ask with such negativity.

It’s been several years I think. I’ve had this tumblr for quite a while now but I think it only got popular through the Bleach/HP/KHR fics I started writing back in 2012 (wow it really has been a long time, I haven’t really noticed). And I tend to read a lot of fanfiction so ppl eventually started dropping by to ask if I recognized this or that fic (even tho this isn’t actually a finding rec blog lol).

As for feeling like your writing isn’t good enough, I think everybody feels that way at some point, often more than just once. In my experience, even if you think your plots are stupid or too cliche or your grammar’s not that good or you have writer’s block and you feel like chucking your laptop or notebook out the window, you should, well maybe take a break first, BUT you should still keep writing anyway. If writing’s something you enjoy, whether that’s worldbuilding or characterization or just fixing all the canon fuckups that you can’t bear to leave alone, then go for it. Maybe your first attempt really isn’t that good, or your second, or your third, but you can’t get better if you don’t keep writing. Try out different ideas, write your characters from different perspectives, throw them into different situations, and if you post your works, maybe ask any readers for some tips on what was good and how to improve so long as they’re not dicks about it.

Sometimes, I look at some of my writing and think it’s a piece of crap. I’ve scrapped more than one draft, and even looking back at some of the works I’ve posted, there are bits that I feel could’ve been a lot better, but I’d like to think my writing’s improved because I’ve written so much since I first started.

In my experience, if I get stuck on something or I feel like I just can’t continue a piece of writing because it’s just that bad, I usually put it away or set it aside and start on something totally new, with a totally different plot. Start fresh. And on occasion, weeks or months down the road, I might go back and pull out that piece of writing I didn’t like, and there’ll still be some parts I absolutely hate, but I’ll also see parts that i can salvage and rewrite, and it might evolve into something better.

But bottom line, keep writing. If you like it, if you want to write, then write. And you’ll get discouraged because you don’t get a whole lot of reviews for your fic or you’ll want to stop because some part of your story just won’t turn out the way you want it to even though you can see it perfectly in your head, but you have to push thorugh that and keep trying. Keep writing. Take breaks, read other people’s fanfic, chat about whatever is frustrating you on tumblr or with your friends, but don’t ever stop writing.

Music Series: Blackbird by The Beatles

Blackbird, I believe, was intended to be about civil rights, as well as the freedom of those who have been oppressed due to who they are or what they believe in, but I don’t feel personally it is my place to write about these important subject matters. It is a very important song in my opinion.

But I also feel that this song can be interpreted a number of different ways. It can mean different things for different people. For me it is about the freedom one receives upon death, not through the glorification of it, but the freedom from the suffrage of life before death. Both of my parents passed away after suffering terribly with cancer. I watched them suffer, and what got me through their deaths, was knowing they were no longer in pain, no longer suffering. So, with that being said, this is my story of my interpretation, based on my own personal experiences.

Link to this song on my Spotify playlist called: Everybody Sing:


Trigger Warning: Death, Parental Death


Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to arise

“Are you going to miss me?” your dad asked you tearfully.

Your tears fell as you sat next to your dad, trying to smile for his sake, the pain of the past 2 years of disease and chemo treatments now gone as his body was losing its ability to feel anything. His organs had already begun to shut down. The family had gathered around the hospital bed they had sat up in the living room of their home, the hospice nurse telling them it would be soon. Harry hadn’t really experienced the hands-on of death too much yet, and he was having a difficult time with it. He had no idea how you were staying so strong. He wasn’t going to let you go through losing your dad alone.

“Of course I’m going to miss you, Daddy,” you say with a shaky voice. “But we understand you’re ready to go. We just don’t want you to have to suffer anymore.”

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free

All of your life, you remember your dad being such a hard worker. You rarely remember him taking a sick day from his job, usually going to work sick and not complaining. His work ethic was amazing, but he had a family to take care of, and that was his logic. Even on his days off, you remember him puttering around in his workshop, or fixing something in the garage. As a child, you can remember hearing his radio blasting classic country hits from the workshop, as they traveled all the way up to your bedroom window. As soon as you were awake enough to realize he was in his shop, you would quickly dress and run outside, where he would hand you a jar full of nails and hammer, and a board just big enough for you, and tell you to get busy driving nails into the wood, making letters and numbers and objects out of them. Seeing him in such a poor condition now was so strange to you. He was superman to you growing up.

It was after midnight as everyone sat around, watching him struggle for breath, eyes closed. Harry sat beside you on the sofa, his arm around you, placing light kisses against the side of your head and holding your hand.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly

Into the light of the dark black night

The room became suddenly quiet as you realized there were no more breaths being taken from the hospital bed next to you. Harry felt you begin to shake slightly as you stood next to your father’s bed and held his hand in yours. You wanted to remember that feeling forever. One of your favorite characteristics, now memories, of your dad, was feeling your hand holding his as you would walk somewhere along side him, or sit next to him on the sofa. His hands were strong from years of hard work, but soft in your grasp.

“Daddy?” you ask, meekly, your voice wobbling from the tightening of your throat. Harry stands from the sofa and walks to you, putting his arm around your shoulder, tears falling down his cheeks, looking at the peace that had come over your dad’s face. You had begun sobbing, knowing it was going to hurt when it finally happened, but not realizing how much it made you feel like a child again, wanting your daddy to hold you. You lean over his body, still holding his hand, and cry for another moment, then kiss his cheek and sniff, standing upright again.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to arise

“He’s not suffering anymore, love,” Harry whispers into your ear as you nod your head, trying to catch your breath from the sob that escapes. Someone hands you a tissue and you wipe your face, sniffing into it.

“I love you, Daddy,” you say next to his ear, then kiss his cheek one more time, and walk outside to get some fresh air. Harry stays right by your side, holding on to you, afraid to let go. He wraps his arms tightly around you in the cold March air, letting you cry for as long as you want.

“Thank you for being here with me,” you say to him, as you wipe your face one more time with the tissue. “Daddy really liked you a lot.”

“I liked him, too,” Harry says, wiping his own face with his hand. “I’ll miss his stories. What a joker he was. Great laugh.” Harry grinned slightly, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to keep you warm in the cold night air.

“I’m going to miss him,” you say, nodding your head.

The next few days were a blur, but eventually life became your normal routine again. You still find yourself sometimes bursting into tears the second you think about your dad, but it’s usually short-lived, and thanks to Harry’s sweet heart, he always tried to help you find a good memory of your dad to smile or laugh about to cheer you up.

No more suffering, no more pain.


Still not sure how I feel about this little story, and it was really difficult to write. Couldn’t figure out how to incorporate more Harry into it, and didn’t have it in me to make it lengthy. Only 5 years since I lost my dad, and not quite three since losing my mom, so it’s still fresh sometimes. But for some reason I felt like I should write it. Maybe only for my own therapeutic reasons, I don’t know. If it doesn’t get a good response, I’ll take my cue and remove it. Thanks for reading. xo

  • *Me in the school library*
  • Guy: I see you every day studying so hard, no wonder your so smart. Don't study too hard now.
  • Me: *laughs* I just try my best
  • Me inside: studying? What is that, I come in here to read fanfiction, but ok.
Pending Requests (in no specific order)

Those in bold are currently being worked on.

1.  can you do a reid x reader based off the song Scared to Be Lonely by Martin Garrix? thanks! - anonymous

2.  Can I request a fic in which Spencer comes home after a really long case and the reader and him just chill out, drinking coffee. She reads to him sitting in his lap and he starts to softly touch her lovingly but its all just fluffy and maybe some neck kisses added in. Xx - Reid18766

3. You should totally write an oneshot or whole fanfiction that takes place in the medieval era or the victorian era where you’re a princess and spencer is your servant and he’s like a cute puppy in love with you but is scared of doing something bc you’re a princess and he’s only your private servant and then in the end you seduce him and lots of animal sex happen - anonymous

This is just too cute. It goes really well with this fanfiction that I read once. Maybe you should look at it, too. ;)

So many unknown artists, so little time. Please, I implore you, if you are an artist, always put some kind of mark on your work that indicates who you are! I want to give credit where it is due! The link I’ve provided probably isn’t the original one, but I felt like I needed to put one anyway.

Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.

@abominableobriens tagged me! :DDD also, this made me re-read some old stories and i was genuinely like, oh! how does this one end?? and being pleasantly surprised. haha. i did five of my favorites?

just jack

He wasn’t doing it for the attention, after all.

i can live without you

“I love you, Jack,” Eric said. “I’m glad you finally made it out.”

heart on your sleeve

“Something tells me you’re about to be.”

bad news

There was no note. Adam knew who it was from anyway.

slice of life (wip!)

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eric said. “I don’t mind you taking your time.”

tagging @lydia-st-james, @iboatedhere, @annundriel, @17piesinseptember and @heyfightme :)

Fanfiction (Luke smut) DAY 12!

Request/Summary: Can I get a Luke smut where you’re best friends and he finds out you read smut about him and just take it from there please I need this in my life

Warnings: This is smut!

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I WANT THIS SO BAD OH MY GOD. Check out Smutty September! 

Originally posted by thiccassluke

You’re sat on the edge of your couch, glancing up every once in a while to make sure Luke isn’t watching what you’re doing. The both of you are together for your weekly sleepover, a tradition you’ve had ever since you were little. With him being away most of the year on tour, you try to spend as much time together as possible when he’s back.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” You blink a few times, quickly closing down the tabs on your computer before looking up to see your best friend standing there, arms crossed across his chest. 

“Reading some news,” You lie, a small blush hinting at the edges of your cheeks. Luke scoffs and shakes his head, falling onto the sofa behind you.

“I don’t believe you. What are you really doing?” 

You bite your bottom lip. If Luke knew you read fan fiction- dirty fan fiction, about him, he’d never stop teasing you.

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Clintasha Fic Recs

  Okay, so i’ve decided to create a Clintasha fanfiction recommendation list yeah :) The fics are arranged in no particular order because i’m too lazy 


1) Dear Natasha
~THIS. This fic will rip your heart out and make you bawl. It’s a must read for all newcomers to the clintasha ship!! It’s written from Clint’s POV when Natasha is in a coma.

2) Compromised (Series)
    -Girl, Compromised
    -Hawkeye, Compromised 
    -Stubborn Love 
    -Lost Moments ~Incomplete at time of post~

3) I Dare You
~What’s wonderful about this is that it’s LONG, like 152 Chapters long :>

4) Somewhere They Can’t Find Me (Series)
    -The Sound Of Silence
    -April Come She Will
    -Keep The Customer Satisfied
    -A Hazy Shade Of Winter
    -Leaves That Are Green

5) Just A Debt
~This is one of my favs aaah @__@ It has so much angst :0 It’s basically about Clint with severe PTSD… Go check it out! ^^

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Real Men Don’t Make Sandwiches, Chapter 11

People keep telling me I should actually use this tumblr for something, so here we go. This is a story about Vegeta and Krillin… eating sandwiches. That’s… that’s it. Oh, they have some existential crises too maybe. Sometimes. I dunno.

In this chapter, titled “Of All the Other Options,” Vegeta eats more sandwiches. Krillin attempts to eat a cup of yogurt. They talk planets. Read it here, yo, and make yourself a sandwich. They’re good.