Honestly, ever since becoming a fanfic writer myself I’ve become like 500% more understanding and patient about other authors’ update schedules. An author takes 6+ months to post their next chapter? Yeah, totally get that real life can get in the way. An author abandons a fic? Disappointing, but it happens- sometimes inspiration for a story just dies. An author apologizes about taking so long to post a 10k word chapter? Dude, that’s like 18-20 pages on Word single-spaced. It takes me at least a week to write an essay for school a quarter the length of that, and that’s with a deadline. 

It’s probably the most important thing writing fanfic has taught me, tbh. How to fully appreciate the hard work someone else has put into their story. How important the role of the audience is to an author. And that no matter what, you are never entitled to demand more of a story that you are getting for free. 

alright folks, so for the first time in my life, something actually happened to me that would make a good au fanfic prompt, so here it is.

so basically a few months ago my roommates and i were talking about why boys draw dicks all over things. this discussion eventually deteriorated to the point where we were in hysterics laughing about dicks just popping up wherever you least expected them, and so the idea for Hide The Dick was born.

HTD is essentially one of the greatest games ever conceived, or at least it seems that way to us. the rules are simple: someone hides the dick (a cartoon, laminated creation of my virgin roommate who drew from imagination, in case you were wondering) and the others look for it. if you find it, you announce where you’ve found it and then it’s your turn to hide it. we keep a tally of points on the whiteboard in the kitchen. 

as you might imagine, it has been substantially easier just to hide this game from visitors, rather than explain it, so no one knows we’ve been doing this.

well today for some reason the freaking smoke detectors in our building start going off like crazy in all of the apartments. two of my roommates and i had already been waiting around for a plumber anyway, so we called the landlord and she said she’d send someone down.

and send someone she did. 

shortly after the smoke alarms commenced their hellish symphony, we hear a knock at the door, so my friend gets up to open it, and in walks what is possibly THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN ANY OF US HAD EVER SEEN. like, i shit you not, after he left the room one of my roommates looked me dead in the eye and said “i’d be in for a foursome with that, if you guys are down”, like that is how attractive this man was. 

so at this point he’s fixing our smoke alarm and he’s pretty and we’re being a bunch of heart-eyed children, but in fairness we were also almost certain he moonlights as a firefighter when he isn’t working for the smoke detector people, and firefighters can turn even the most reasonable people into goo. after a bit he tells us he thinks he knows what the problem is and he’s just going to replace all the smoke detectors. so he leaves for the hardware store down the road and he says he’ll only be gone for a few minutes.

we, of course, being rational twenty-somethings, used this time to gush about how attractive he was. but anyway, he comes back and swaps out the smoke detectors and suddenly makes his way into the kitchen and he just goes: “you know what, while i’m here, i should actually check the date on your fire extinguisher…” and about halfway through this sentence a few things start to happen simultaneously.

ash, one of my roommates, her eyes just fly open in abject horror. (this is the girl who drew the dick in the first place) and all she manages to get out is “i just want you to know we play this game and w-”

and kelsey (magic-not-realism), my other roommate, turns on her with this horrified expression, mixed with like utter defeat and she doesn’t have to say a word but we all know her brain is just going “you fucking didn’t!!!!”

so i turn around just in time to see this random, innocent firefighter hold up the fire extinguisher with the dick taped to the back. 

that’s it, that’s the prompt. (i mean more happened, but it feels more fun to leave it unspecific). if you ever turn this into something (particularly of the destiel variety) please send it to me!

Deasuqa"ladybug" and sinaor jaon “ chat noir" first meeting, from the ml arabian au

The first chapter is coming soon aaaaaaa I’m so excited , well…I’ve already read it but IM SO EXCITED THAT I CAN SHARE MORE ABOUT THIS AU WITH YOU GUYS

I WANT TO THANK THE AMAZING @abh95-stories FOR WRITING IT , I exactly did nothing she did everything and I was there amazed at her beautiful fanfic ,

Oh and someone asked me about the ship names in this au so …I’m not good at this


Ladiren=dernas??? …..I’m not sure…

Adrinette= myrnas


thanks for your support guys and … Hope you like it ♥

boom clap (the sound of my heart)

words: 4.8k
summary: You can learn a lot of things about someone during a thunderstorm. Sometimes even more than you bargained for. (A post-Jackady Ladrien/Adrinette one-shot)

a/n: this is dedicated to @gabzilla-z for inspiring me to write this silly thing and talking through the whole story, to  @matchaball for listening to me geek out over plot details, and @mylady-fangirling for helping me navigate my way through French expressions of surprise! ❤️❤️❤️

AO3 | Fanfiction

When Adrien Agreste learns that Ladybug is none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he feels like he’s been struck by a bolt of lightning—electrified, illuminated, and shocked to the core.

But he doesn’t know that yet.

All he knows is that in the two days that have passed since Ladybug came to the Agreste Mansion to help him save his father from being attacked by Jackady, he’s been replaying the events of the day in his mind over and over again, especially when he’s alone in his room in the evening.

The memories flash into his mind when he least expects them, distracting him from his surroundings completely. So when it happens again on this particular evening, he almost doesn’t even notice that Ladybug is standing on his window ledge, grinning and knocking on the glass.

Luckily, her knocks are loud enough to distract Adrien from his reverie, and he practically runs to the window to help her inside once he realizes that his lady is actually here in the flesh and not just in his imagination.

“Ladybug! It’s—it’s so nice to see you! What are you doing here?”

He hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

Salut, Adrien! I, um, just wanted to check up on you, to make sure that you and Monsieur Agreste are doing fine. Just a nightly check-in, since it’s been a few days! You know, hero duty and all. It’s what we do,” says Ladybug in a torrent of words.

She hopes she doesn’t sound as nervous as she feels.

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Ok, don't get me wrong because it's just curiosity, but I have to ask: how much of Supernatural is in Demon's Lexicon, if any? Please don't get this wrong, i love your books, it's a great story with great characters (and better storytelling, to be fair). It's just that I started to watch it recently and some similiarities struck me. And because it would be SO great if someone made a tv show out of DL :)

Link is to a very long and thoughtful article by Sarah Rees Brennan, a successful YA author, about the penalties she has paid in her professional writing career because she once wrote fanfic.

It’s getting a fair amount of play as an example of a victim of misogyny speaking out against the forces that oppressed her, but let me be very clear about this:


Has she suffered? Yes, clearly and obviously. She has been harassed, dismissed and made fun of because she wrote fanfic. You know who hates her most of all for this?


When confronted with her terrible, tragic past as a fanfic author, she felt embarrassed and humiliated. She wasn’t proud of what she had written, she was ashamed of it. She admits to pulling down all of her fic. Her essay closes with this commentary:

It was years ago. I’m sorry I did it. So much bad stuff has happened to me because of it that it feels like I committed an awful crime. I know that’s not true, and I don’t want anyone who writes fanfiction to feel that way, but it’s how I feel. I’ll never do it again.

In what way, in ANY way, is this supportive of women in fandom? Of fanfic writers? Of future original fiction authors who are currently writing fanfic now? 

This whole essay is a litany of justification for marginalizing fanfic writers, by a fanfic writer: you’ll regret it later, people will make fun of you, it will damage your career, etc. etc. 

It’s not that these things aren’t true, because as her experiences show, they really are. The thing is, admitting “it happened to me!” can serve either as a dire warning to others not to follow your path, or as a battle cry to stand up for yourself. Sarah Rees Brennan fell squarely on the former, no matter her very minor insistence that “it shouldn’t be this way!” Essentially, her conclusion was not “I did nothing wrong and was attacked for it, those bastards” but “it’s my own fault I was humiliated and not taken seriously! Shame on me!!!!”

There are times when you can’t stand up to your attackers, for whatever reason, and I don’t judge her for not being a warrior 100% of the time. But she never even tried to stand up for herself, not during or after the attacks, and not now. She feels bad about writing fanfic instead. She goes out of her way to prove that nothing she’s ever written was in any way influenced by her fandoms (I seriously doubt that, and worse, claiming that is in no way going to convince her detractors it’s not true; all she’s doing is disowning something that was once important to her and remains important to other people for the sake of approval by the mainstream publishing world. Let me know how that works out for ya’. Great example you’re setting there, hooyeah.)

What I want is a world where a fanfic-turned-pro author of original YA stories, when asked if she ever wrote fanfic, says “Hell yeah, what, you’ve got a problem with that?”

A world where women aren’t ashamed of the hobbies we’ve claimed for ourselves, and don’t feel the need to excuse our “poor behavior” for the sake of mainstream validation.

If you are a young woman who writes fanfic, please, I beg of you: DO NOT LISTEN TO SARAH REES BRENNAN.

Write what you love. Explore. Move on. Return to your roots. Stand up for yourself. Defend what you love. 

Don’t take shit from anyone who tries to shame you into social compliance. 

All Day

I’m back with piece number three for the speeding asshole who ran off with my heart and left me dying. 

This one was requested by the sweet Olyvia. Thank you so much for that, sweetheart :) 

This was her request:  I was wondering I you might write one about him being jealous because someone he hates is trying to flirt with you. If you could that would be fantastic! Thanks for all you do.

I hope you like this one :) I had Iron Man playing as I wrote it haha 

!!! Make me write about this cutie little asshole more here !!

Here it goes 

Warning: Extreme Abuse of the Word Coffee 

credits to gif(s) owner 

All Day
(Pietro Fucking Shit You Are So Attractive Maximoff x Fucking Shit You Are So Amazing Reader)

Ever since Y/N was transported from an assassination training home to be an agent in S.H.I.E.L.D., she had thought that nothing could get better— I mean, how could it? She was recognized for her skill by a high and excellent company—but she was incredibly wrong.

Not long after the animalistic and ravaging attack of Ultron, she was recruited to be an Avenger, along with a few of her colleagues. Five of them were chosen from the agency, the five consisting of three females and two males. The chosen agents were to go through a series of tests in order for them to choose the best of the best. After all the trials, Y/N had been ranked second, following very close to one of the two males. This made the easy decision to keep them both for the Avengers themselves to decide if they were both in or one of them would be kicked out.

Y/N was more than determined to win the position in the team, and so was the other agent, but the thing was they were both too nice to each other to even compete, so they left their personalities become the basis of the Avengers to decide.

It had been approximately six months since the recruits first entered the Avengers Tower, and since then they had grown close enough to be friends with each other and with the whole team. Out of the whole team, Y/N had grown fond of the sweet and silent Wanda Maximoff. They would usually be the ones who would eat lunch and hang out together around the tower. This of course meant that Wanda Maximoff’s twin was always close by. Pietro had grown accustomed to the top ranking female agent as time flew by and had spent his fair amount of time with her. If anything, he could proudly say that he liked her a lot more than the other one… and a lot more than any other one.

“He’s quite annoying, is he not?” he would ask the famous Captain America about the male agent whenever he would see him laughing at something Y/N had told him. Steve Rogers would just shake his head and chuckle at the quick hot head. It wasn’t a secret to Steve that Pietro had a fascination with Y/N, even more so, a crush.

It was one of those days where Pietro decided to steal Y/N for some quality time. He had noticed that she had been spending too much time with everyone else but him, so that winter morning, he was the first one to greet Y/N when she came out the door to her quarters.

“Good morning, Pietro,” she greeted with a small and timid smile when she saw him. Y/N could never be counted as a morning person. He smiled back and extended his arm for her to take. She looked at him skeptically and, thinking that it was another one of his cheeky plays, wrapped her arm around his own. He was ecstatic.

Pietro and Y/N walked with each other to the kitchen. Every morning, the whole team would walk straight into the kitchen as if they were mindless moths and they were attracted to the light— in which the light was food and hot coffee.

Pietro wasn’t even allowed near the coffee machine due to that one incident that happened when he was left unsupervised and took a sip of Y/N’s coffee. They were lucky enough that they got to him in time before he finished the whole cup. But that didn’t change the effect that it had on him that made him run around annoying the whole building for two whole days. Some nights, Steve can’t even fall asleep in fear that Pietro would enter his room and pull his boxers off him and carry him to the high bar counter for everyone to see like an exposed art project again.

“Good morning, Y/N,” greeted Bruce who sat on the end of the dining table with a large news paper covering half his face. He looked up again and realized that Y/N had a companion and said, “Pietro.”

“Morning, Bruce,” Y/N greeted and pulled away from Pietro’s arm, much to his disappointment. She wandered over to the coffee maker and started brewing up some morning kick-starter. “How would you like yours, Doc?”

“Hm?” Bruce hummed and turned a page of his paper. “Um, black.”

“Cool,” Y/N nodded and turned to the hand held toaster Tony created. Pietro pushed over a plate, with two pieces of bread ready, to her and sat back down on the bar stool closest to her. When she toasted the bread just by hovering the device over them for two seconds, she returned to the coffee machine and poured her and Bruce a cup.

“I can take it,” Pietro offered as he extended his hands out for the cup. Y/N knew what went on in that’s sneaky head of his so she refused and delivered the cup to Bruce herself. She wandered back to her toast (which now had butter spread all over it thanks to Pietro) and pushed it over to Pietro. He smiled as he watched her set out a glass of orange juice for him and sit back down beside him.

Y/N sighed and glanced over to find Pietro staring. She raised her brow, “Do you want pancakes or something—?”

“No, no,” Pitero quickly assured and let out a nervous cough. He smiled at her again and took a gulp of his juice. When Y/N started munching on her toast, the others piled in one by one—Agent Trent Copper, the other one as Pietro would like to call him, being one of them.

“Morning Trent,” Y/N greeted after he entered behind Steve. Trent winked at her in acknowledgement and sat down beside Bruce. Pietro caught the cheeky act and a growl emitted from the back of his throat that Wanda, who was leaning on the counter, waiting for her coffee, did not miss. Wanda felt for her brother, she really did. She’s seen him in his ups and downs, but this was the first time she’s ever seen him jealous in her life. She didn’t need to guess that he was in it deep for Y/N. She had her powers and come on, she was his twin.

“So, what’s the agenda for today?” Tony asked as he took a sip from his mug. Steve shrugged and craned his neck to peek over Bruce’s shoulder to get a glimpse of today’s news. Natasha yawned and shook her head. Clint mumbled something incoherent and Wanda said nothing as she stared back and forth at Pietro and Trent. Tony frowned at the silence and rolled his eyes, “Losers,”

“Actually,” Trent spoke up, his eyes still not leaving Y/N’s. “I was going to ask Y/N if she wanted to go get lunch later.” This woke the whole team up and made Wanda control Pietro from launching himself at the other agent by walking to his side to discreetly place a hand on hiss and drink from his glass of orange juice.

“Oh,” Tony smirked and took a big gulp from his coffee. Y/N’s face was flushed as she opened her mouth to speak, although she didn’t speak, because Pietro had already spoken before her.

“She cannot.” He stated. Natasha choked on her drink as he said this and turned away to silence her coughed snickers at the once silent now, all of the sudden, sassy Sokovian. Wanda/s eyes closed as she groaned inwardly at her stupid brother. Times like these, she couldn’t believe that he was her twin. Y/N opted to stay quiet and glance over at Pietro expectantly waiting for what he had to say.

Y/N can’t deny the fact in her that she would ditch anything for Pietro if it were just that easy.

Trent let out an arrogant scoff as he glanced at Pietro. It wasn’t a secret to anyone that these two didn’t particularly enjoy each other’s company, the thought of each other and. — basically, each other. “Why, Pietro?”

“I…” Pietro started but then trailed off, seeming lost. Trent smirked and leaned on the table with his forearms, “Hm?”

“Hm?” Y/N chirped as she leaned her arm on the table and propped her head up with her hand. Pietro took a nervous breath as he felt everyone’s eyes on him. And at the heat of the moment, he sputtered out, “Because we are going out for lunch.”

“Oh,” Y/N smirked and nodded at Pietro, “We are.”

Trent was taken aback by this but remained passive. “Alright, maybe after then,”

By this time, Pietro had already gained confidence since Y/N didn’t deny his lies. “No, she and I will be out. All day.”

“Tonight?” Trent tried again. His persistence amused everyone else but Pietro. Pietro was annoyed now. “I said all day. Get ready, Y/N, we are leaving soon.”

“I thought you were going out for lunch?” Trent growled, losing whatever cool he had in store at Pietro’s possessive acts. The speedster smirked and slipped his free hand in Y/N’s, taking her by surprise. “I did say all day, did I not?” And with that, he pulled Y/N away from the kitchen and they were gone before Trent could even protest. Generally, the whole team was impressed with Quicksilver and his cocky side.

Y/N, truthfully, was amused at the whole thing— not that she liked two of the team members fighting because of her, but she was amused to little Pietro’s antics. She couldn’t believe that he was jealous.

“So, we’re going for a date?” Y/N smiled and glanced over at Pietro’s face when he finally slowed down. His troubled frown then morphed into a shy smile as he said, “Only if you want to.”

Y/N scrunched her face up playfully and shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t think that was the best way to ask a girl out…” Pietro’s face fell at this when he realized what he had done and he turned to her, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I—“

“Pietro, were you jealous?”

“What? Me? Jealous—I— wasn’t— psh, no…” The poor boy trailed off at Y/N’s knowing stare and forfeited with a sigh, “Y-yes, I- was, but—“

“Pietro,” Y/N sighed and took his hand in hers. His heart rate sped up as he looked down at their fingers intertwined together. Pietro bit his lip and looked up at her, “I like you very much, Y/N and you are the only person who can stop me from doing so and stop me all together.”

Y/N smiled as she flushed and took in what Pietro said. Slowly, she went up on her tip toes to kiss him on the cheek and wrap her arms around his neck, “I’m not stopping you from anything.”

He grinned happily and circled his arms around her waist. “We prove Trent wrong and go on a date, yes?”

“You did say all day.”

It was time for deliberation— apparently, Fury didn’t agree on letting two recruits qualify for the team and it was the Avengers’ play to pick one. This then resulted to the situation they were in now.

“Okay, so, you write a rookie’s name on the paper and then drop it in the shield,” They used the Captain’s shield as a fishbowl. “And whoever has the most names written, he or she stays.” Tony stated as he waved around his small sheet of paper and pen.

Everyone was gathered in a circle in the main room. Trent was out sulking somewhere after being embarrassed by Pietro earlier that day and Y/N and Pietro were still out. They really did stay true to the all day promise. Fury wanted an immediate response, so they decided to start without Pietro. It was just one less Avenger anyway.

As everyone debated and wrote on their papers, Y/N and Pietro had already entered the front doors downstairs, giggling and performing back and forth banter. Y/N had mention that she was tired so Pietro walked her to her room and had said good night. He maybe even slipped a quick little kiss in. He was ecstatic when he waltzed in the main room, only to be met with very serious pairs of eyes.

Pietro was about to ask what he missed but Tony beat him to it by handing him a piece of paper and a pen. “The girl or the boy,”

After much deliberation and one too many threats from Pietro, it had seemed that Y/N was the winning vote, and Pietro would have the honor to both kick the other agent out and get himself a girlfriend.

This has happened before- 

*Just Like This


Request !

I hope you like it, Olyvia !! I love youu x

like people who write fanfiction to me are just frickin amazing to where they can write something completely absurd and you can just sit there thinking “… yeah, that’s real, I can see it”

and they can absolutely wreck you too

i’ve cried over someone writing about a character’s HANDS. just… describing their hands and it made me cry like a baby, how awesome is that????

you’re goddamn right fanfic writers have my respect, they’re awesome

I am so hyped up on space opera campery right now. 

What should the shipnames be? Do we have ships? Should Jupiter and Caine be #Jaine? Do we have Jupiter x Balem shippers? #Julem? 

We have to have femslash between Jupiter and Kalique Abrasax. We are gay space trash and we have to embrace that. For them, I like #Kaliter. Gay incest ship between Balem and Titus. #Batus. I can’t contain myself. Jesus Christ.

a/n: Blame this post by oktevia and the anon that came into my inbox asking me to write the thing. Post S2 - Clarke cuts Bellamy’s hair.

in plain sight

If he didn’t know any better it would almost feel erotic, the way her long nails feel as they slide across his scalp and through his too long, black curls.

It had been her idea to cut his hair, even though he was within days of asking someone to just do the damn job already, the constant jokes from his friends about his ability to see properly getting to be a little redundant. It’s not as if he can really be blamed though because it’s not like there is a barbershop set up in Camp Jaha. More like scrounging for a pair of scissors before hacking into your own hair just to keep it out of your face.

When Clarke made a comment about it earlier today (“Honestly Bellamy, how can you even function with your hair halfway in your eyes?”) he had, without thinking, made the clever rebuttal of “If you don’t like it, do something about it.”

He should have known he was in for trouble when her eyes lit up and she reached for his hand to drag him through the main doors of the Alpha station.

So that’s where he finds himself now, his back to Clarke as she carefully trims his hair, her fingers sliding his curls thoughtfully between them to judge the length. It’s been months since he’s had a decent haircut, the last he can remember was definitely on the Ark, and he forgot that it can actually feel sort of nice.

Especially the way it feels when Clarke’s nails hit a sensitive spot on his scalp and he doesn’t even notice when his eyes close and he lets out an involuntary hum of appreciation until he hears a soft laugh from behind him.

“I’m taking it that feels good,” Clarke says and he can hear her smirk without even turning around. “Don’t worry. I’m not judging.”

“That right?” He asks, a tiny smile on his face as he leans his head to the right so she can cut around his ear. “Where’d you learn to do this anyway?”

Her voice is quiet when she responds. “I used to cut my dad’s hair.”

“Oh. I see.” He feels like an idiot, like it’s impossible for him to bring up a subject with her that doesn’t make her completely shut down. She’s had so much loss and pain in her life and he hates himself anytime he makes her relive it. “Hey…Clarke…”

“Don’t worry about it,” she says and he’s happy to hear the hint of sadness leave her tone as she moves to stand in front of him. “I think we’re done.”

“Yeah?” He asks and she nods, standing him up so he’s facing the mirror hanging on the wall of her room.

“What do you think?” It’s better than any haircut he ever got on the Ark and she grins when he tells her so. “Good. Now you can see. You’re no use to me in battle if you can’t see the enemies.”

He knows that she means it as a joke but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes and he knows she’s thinking of Mount Weather and everything that went down there.

“Thank you,” he says sincerely and she smiles again when she nods. “Wanna head down to the mess hall with me? Grab some food before the meeting tonight?”

He gets cat called by Jasper and Monty when they are headed out of Clarke’s room, Jasper’s laugh reverberating through the metal walls of the hallway as they skip playfully behind Clarke and Bellamy.

“Damn, Blake! It’s about time you quit with the shaggy dog look.”

“Hey!” Clarke says with a laugh as she turns around, her boots hitting the steel floor as she walks backwards. “I liked the long hair.”

“Then why did you insist on cutting it?” Bellamy laughs as she turns around so they can head back down the hall.

“Because I like seeing your eyes more.”

She’s still grinning when she pushes ahead of him and he can’t deny that he likes the unobstructed view of watching her walk away.

When people complain that they can’t find the fanfic they want to read in a fandom, that everything out there is just smut and it sickens them that we write what we do, it makes me want to write a bunch of smut and slather it all over the internet with unrepentant joy.

No one is here to write you the story you want to read. You are not entitled to magically find to the story you want to read on the first try, something crafted with devotion and purpose by someone you don’t know using their limited time, tremendous effort, carpal tunnel, and tears, just because you want it to be there. Our interests are not required to dovetail with yours. We don’t do what we do for your benefit. We do what we like.


Haikyuu! Valentines Day!

So, Valentines is fast approaching, meaning I shall be hidden away in my room reading sappy fanfic until Feb 15, when all the candy goes on sale. This also means I am in desperate need for fluffy valentines themed fics from Haikyuu, which are severely lacking. So please, someone put me out of my misery by writing/drawing these for me.

  • Daisuga- Both of them have been planning this day since Feb 1. They already have the reservation to the fancy restaurant and they dress up nice and Daichi got Suga flowers and Suga made chocolates. It’s cheesy and gross but they love it.
  • Asanoya- Asahi worried about this day for ages. He had no idea what to do for Noya, if he should take him somewhere nice, give him gifts like ??? how do you valentine? In the end he gets choclates and Noya smiles and gives him chocolately kisses all over his face.
  • Kagehina- They both forgot it was valentines day. It wasn’t until practice they realized when everyone was being all lovey-dovey and they both panicked, trying to separately plan an awesome date. They ended up just going to Kageyama’s place and watching cartoons and eating candy while snuggling.
  • Tsukkiyama- Yamaguchi had planned out all this nice stuff to do but none of it ended up working out and he was so sad about it because he really wanted to have a nice Valentines with Tsukki. But his boyfriend just takes him to the park and they walk around all day holding hands.
  • Kuroken-Kuroo  had a very precise plan for the day and dragged Kenma along with him to do this and that romantic thing, but he wasn’t really sure if Kenma had actually enjoyed it. That is until they got home and Kenma took Kurro’s hand and kissed him goodnight. Kurro actually died.
  • Oiiwa-Oikawa was being a shit about getting all these chocolates from all these girls and Iwaizumi gets so fed up with it he just throws his own chocolates in his face and stomps off. Immediately after Oikawa chases him whining.
  • Kiyoyachi- Yachi spent actual years researching the perfect chocolates to get Shimizu- nuts, caramel, milk chocolate, white, etc- Shimizu likewise, spent an even longer amount of time researching flower terms to make the perfect bouquet.
  • Kenhina- Hinata was so excited for valentines day and he came to Tokyo for their date, but Kenma literally had to drag him around Tokyo the whole day showing him the sites but it was pretty fun and romantic.
  • Hanamatsu- Matsukawa and Hanamaki decided to troll Oikawa one year and just followed him and Iwaizumi on their date and made fun of them until they were chased off. Then they went home and cuddled on the couch and recited cheesy love songs to each other  


I’m back! This time with a new drawing of Big four about The Hunger Games!

I love The Hunger Games and I can’t wait for this new movie! Of course, I’ve read the book but It’s diferent read it than see it!

The clothes’ desing was maded by me, I thought it could help them to hide in the arena.

The art style was inspired because of this:

In fact, this is my new cover for my fanfic. It’s writed in spanish but if someone want to read it:


PD: Sorry for my english

Am I the only one that thinks Natsu and Lucy remind me of Beauty and the beast. I mean look at the similarities. Lucy’s beautiful and loves books, Natsu is a dragon which is kind of a beast and has trouble reading, he’s confused about love, him and Lucy develop a close relationship, and the guild is basically the mansion supplies lol. I think it’s absolutely adorable:) SOMEONE WRITE A FANFIC!!!
    – submitted by anonymous

Snaps - An Early MSR Smutlet

Last week’s rewatch of The Jersey Devil led to a lot of discussion about whether Scully’s lace date top was actually a body suit… that fastened with snaps. This is what might have happened if it was…

This one is for @campaignofmisinformation, @damselindistressmya, @believingtheliesandnotthetruth @anonstarbuck @dangerscully and the rest of the Sunday night brigade (i’m sure I missed someone  - tell me and I’ll update!)

Also huge thanks to @kateyes224 for the ego boost, late night typo checks and being such a babe!

Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully
Additional Tags: Early MSR, Deleted Scene, Canon divergent, First Time
Read it on AO3 here or…. 


She tells herself it’s responsibility that makes her take out her pager at the table, that it’s duty driving her to the phone, that the electricity running from his lips into her ear is static and nothing less professional. She had told herself the same thing that morning, when his slight recoil at the thought of her on a date called every tiny hair on her spine to stand to attention. Better to blame overzealous air conditioning for the thrill running through her than admit that she, Dana Scully, wanted her partner to care whether or not she was dating.

And she definitely hadn’t dressed with him in mind, hadn’t deliberately stretched white lace over the curves her work suits hide so completely. There was no ulterior motive when she painted her lips red and admired the cream of her skin peeking through the false modesty of the sheer blouse, no idea that she might take a detour on her way home to some crisis or crime scene and get to find out whether his gaze lingers longer on the slim circle of her waist, the flash of gold at her collarbone or the seamlessly smooth curve of her ass.

No. None of it was for Mulder. It had all been for the man across the table from her. Rob. At least she’s pretty sure his name is Rob though he’s spoken of nothing but his child for the last two courses so it could be the kid’s name. Probably-Rob is handsome enough and responsible enough to tick all her mother’s boxes and most of Scully’s own and yet… her mind slips once again out of the side door of the conversation to explore the dark alleys and twisted connections of her work on the X-Files. Her work with Mulder.

This date was supposed to be a distraction, a flattering diversion from running headlong into this tempting new mystery. When she quit medicine for the  FBI she promised herself she would take her time choosing her next steps, tempering instinct with rationale so she is able to justify to Ahab and to herself, the merit of her decisions. And so tonight she chose to be here, with Probably-Rob and his family anecdotes instead of with Mulder, fast food and tall tales of beast-men and evolutionary anomalies. Empirically she knows it was the smart choice but it feels so wrong. It’s not that she doesn’t like Rob, or that she dislikes children or the idea of having them, but the conversation seems so painfully domestic, so numbly similar to the ones she overheard week-on-week in church growing up that despite her best attempts to pay attention she finds herself contemplating a lamp in the corner that looks like a flying saucer and wondering how long it would have taken Mulder to crack a joke about it.

She notices a silence and realises that she is meant to have responded, to be engaging in some witty first-date repartee and all she can do is smile tightly and quietly thank God for the arrival of dessert. Probably-Rob’s eyes light up at his strudel which matches, almost perfectly, the beige of his hair and suit and his enthusiasm for the pallid dessert far outweighs the vague warmth with which he told Scully she looked good upon arrival. There’s nothing wrong with him, he’s an attentive date and is more than holding up his half of their interaction, but as the minutes tick by Scully is forced to acknowledge that it is not a conversation she is interested in having. That for now, this well-meaning, gently patronising family man is the last thing she wants. She wants to be reckless, to test the limits of science and reality and herself and that the place to do that is at Mulder’s side.

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I saved your life

Originally posted by jaeger-kisaragi

AN: I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you lovlies like it! Let me know what you think? I really enjoy you guys’ feedback <3

Pairing: Pietro x Reader 

Prompt: Can you do oneshot about Pietro and reader where reader is Tony’s sister (but she isn’t much like him. She is shy and quiet but kind, so everyone on the team likes her, she likes reading and is a lot in libery or lab, she never date someone or have her first kiss, she has got healing powers) when Pietro gets shot by Ultron she heals him but loses lot of energie and blacked out. When she wakes up Tony throws party and Pietro gets jealus when Steve flirts with reader and admit his love to her.

Warnings: Just remembering Pietro’s death :’( also I got really into the argument bit (having my own relationship drama kind of inspired me) So I’m sorry if it’s too much

Note: I often use – to represent time gaps

You stop your work due to the buzzing of your phone on the desk next to you. You slide the lock and see a text from your brother Tony. “Hey Y/N there’s a meeting in… the um.. meeting room ;)”. ‘Wow’ you think to yourself, your brother may be a billionaire but he was shit with words. You put down your book and grab your jacket before closing the lab door behind you.

You walk down the hall and jab the elevator button and wait for the metal doors to slide open. As you step in you see a familiar mess of white hair.
“Oh, Hi Y/N” Pietro blurts out excitedly. He ran his hand through his tangled mess of hair and gave you a grin that melted your insides. He was so gorgeous but you knew he would never like you the way you liked him. Truth be told you had had a crush on the avenger for quite a while. You had never been in a relationship or even been kissed before, you never felt the need for it, finding the comfort within your books and friends. You always thought that love was just something you didn’t need in your life. Until he came along and made you feel things that you had never felt before.

“Hey Pietro” you smile nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Are you… Are you going to the meeting?" 

"Yeah” you laugh “You’ve been summonsed too" 

"Yeah, Wanda said it was important that we help out. You know. For Sokovia”

“Oh of course, The team really values both of you. I know they are glad to have you along. Especially.. You know, considering everything that has happened”

“Well” Pietro shrugs in an attempt to be modest “Me and my sister have spent a long time hating Tony, but when we saw what Ultron wanted to do. To the world. It is, how you say, the lesser of two evils?”

Not knowing how to reply you smile awkwardly and nod.

“I’m sorry. I know Tony is your brother- I just-” Pietro’s icy blue eyes widen as he starts to panic about offending you.

“Oh no, Don’t worry it’s fine Piet, I know things must be hard for you and Wanda. I’m really impressed at how well you’ve dealt with everything. I am nothing like my brother” You wave your hand. “I understand completely”
Pietro smiles at this response. He was about to ask you something when the metal doors slid open again.  

“Hello Y/N, Pietro” Steve nods as he steps into the elevator.

“Hey Steve” you grin. Steve was one of your best friends at the tower, he never mocked you for your love of books or how quiet you always were. He would often sit and listen to you talk for hours about the book you were currently watching.

Through the rest of the elevator journey, to the top floor,  you and Steve talk about the book you were reading “The girl in 6E”. You caught Pietro smiling at you out of the corner of your eye and a scarlet blush creeped upon your face.
The doors slide open for the final time and you all enter 'The meeting room’ Nice one Tony.

“what took you guys so long?” Tony flailed dramatically. 

“It is a long ride to the top” Pietro shrugs, Tony looks at you with a fake look of disappointment and you walk quietly to a seat by him.

“Well now that everyone is here” Tony begins. “We have a very important mission”


You were told to stay put, Stay safe, Stay alert and make sure your radio was on at all times. 

Clint had parked the Jet in an area in a forest area that was close by but still out of the way. You had brought your favourite book and sat quietly by the radio. Waiting. 

However the suspense was killing you, you couldn’t concentrate on your book and you had spent the whole time listening to every single voice that came on the radio. You had no idea what was going to happen and you knew that the team would need you to be sharp. The pressure of it all began to stress you out more and more.

That’s when you finally heard it. At first it took you a while to work out exactly what was going on, You thought that everything was running smoothly and then the jet’s system came up with an alert that Pietro was offline. At this you heard an earth shattering scream come from, what sounded like, Wanda. And you knew it was bad.

“Emma” you hear Clint scream over the radio “We are going to need you here right away” before he can finish his words you had hoped on to the motorbike that Bruce and Tony had built especially for you and you were off. You had no idea how you got there so fast, or how you even knew where to go but your body took control and you were there in a matter of minutes.

As you saw Pietro lying there, dark blood stains covering his entire body, your heart felt like it was falling out of your chest. You tear away at the scraps that was left of his shirt, exposing his wounded flesh. As a hot tear fell down your, now pale, face you place your hands on Pietro’s body. Trying to keep your mind focussed and block out your surroundings, you focus all you can on Pietro and healing him. You feel the rush of magic through your arms and into the almost lifeless body in front of you.

You felt your nose begin to bleed but pushed on anyway. You hear muffled noises of people around you and a heavy hand on your shoulder shocks you from your concentration. 

“Y/N please” you hear Tony’s weak voice “You can’t keep going. It’s going to kill you”

“I can do this” you spit out. You knew you could do it. You just had to keep pushing, no matter how weak you felt, you were not letting him die.

“Please” Tony begs again. You look over at Wanda now, In Clint’s arms, the expression on her face killed you inside and fuelled your determination more.

“I have to save him” you mumble, trying to muster up as much strength as you could “I just have to”

Tony sighed and stood by your side, ready to step in at any moment. The pressure was more intense now, You couldn’t let Tony see you falter or he would step in. But you had to help Pietro. You placed your hands above open wounds and focussed everything you had inside you, imagining the wounds healing in front of you, a technique that would often help you. You watched as the bullet holes began to close up and pushed yourself harder, waiting until you felt his heartbeat begin to return to a normal speed. Pietro’s eyes flung gasping for breath.
“Pietro” you hear Wanda scream, as she runs to his side, he looks over at you. His expression quickly changes from a weak smile to a face of pure fear.
And then everything got dark.


The first thing that you saw when you woke up was Tony, Lying in a chair next to you, his face disheveled, his stubble had turned into a full grown beard. He was asleep, for what looked like the first time in weeks, his hand laid lightly on yours as if even unconsciously, he was worried he would hurt you if he pressed to hard.
“I always was stubborn” you choke, your voice rough from not being used in so long.
Tony jumps at the sound of your voice, panicking that something was wrong. “Y/N!” he shrieks. “Oh Y/N I thought that I had lost your forever”
“My sweet brother, always the.. dramatic…. Did you really think you could..get rid of me… that easy” You struggle to speak, every breathe making you feel weaker and weaker.

It was two months since you woke up that Tony let you leave the hospital bed. You were itching to walk, to move, to do anything other than lay in bed and sleep all day. The others had come to visit you. Tony never left your side. Sam would tell you stories to make you laugh, Steve came by to read to you often. Wanda only came once, to tell you how grateful she was for what you had done. Everyone came to see how you were doing. Everyone but Pietro. You had asked Tony about him a few times but he simply said that, after the incident with Ultron, Pietro had been distant with everyone. This pained you slightly, you wanted to know how he was doing. You thought he would have come to see you considering you had just saved his life at the risk of your own.

When Tony finally let you out of your stuffy hospital room, he told you that he was throwing a small party with the team and a few others. Normally, the thought of something like this would make you feel sick to your stomach but honestly, you were just glad to be up and walking around again.

Wanda and Natasha helped you to get ready, much to your disgust. You were grateful that they were helping, it meant a lot to you but you just wished you could be left to your own devices instead of being treated like a baby. You felt fine.

As you walked into the party, everyone turned to look at you, some clapping, some smiling sadly. You looked around the room and a wave of love washed over you. So many people had come by to congratulate you and see how you were doing and it meant the world to you that so many people care. You saw Pietro standing nervously in the corner and as you made eye contact he suddenly dissapeared. You wouldn’t lie, It hurt. But clearly he didn’t feel the same way about you that you did about him. You would take this incident as a new start, It was time to move on from your school girl crush.
You spend the night drinking and getting round to talking to all of the party guests, thanking them for coming and convincing them that you were in fact doing much better and where ready to get back out there. When you realised that your glass was empty you paced over to the bar, drifting in and out through the waves of people, before flumping on a barstool.

“Overwhelmed?” Steve asks you, swirling his drink around in his hand.

“Very” you smile shyly. “I wasn’t expecting this many people to come” you laugh nervously, glancing around the room.

“So many people love and care for you Y/N. You mean a lot to all of us” He smiles now, a sweet smile that made your heart feel funny.

“I’m not that special” you blush.

“Of course you are” Steve replies as he places a warm hand on yours. “You mean so much to the team, and what you did. Was so amazing. You risked your life for that little shit and he’s not even here to thank you” Steve spits out.

“Language Steve!” you giggle, the alcohol getting to you. “It’s fine honestly, I don’t expect him to thank me, I need to get over that anyway” you grin.
Steve frowns now. “You deserve better Y/N  you really do”

You shrug at this, down your drink and propose to Steve, “Wanna dance?” You look up and see his eyes wide, looking over your shoulder and embarrassment washes over you. “I’m sorry aha, I think the alcohol is getting to me”

“Actually” A voice  from behind you makes you jump slightly. Spinning around in your chair you find yourself face to face with Pietro. “I was hoping we could talk”

“Why should I talk to you!” your voice breaks slightly, your statement louder than you had intended. Many people turned round to see what the fuss was about but you didn’t care. How dare he. After all this time he could have talked to and just when you vowed to get over him, he comes along and ruins your night.

“Please Y/N”

You turn to face Steve. “Y/N, I really think you should talk to him” Steve smiles sweetly.

“Fine” you groan, annoyed at the both of them

You walk quietly down the corridor with Pietro, neither of you speaking a word to each other. You reach the door to his room and follow as he strides in. It may just be the influence of the alcohol but you were so mad at him and you would much rather be dancing with Steve than having this painful conversation right now.

“So are you going to tell me why you dragged me out of my own party or are you just going to make me silently follow you for the rest of the night?” you ask, bitterly.

“Please Y/N, do not be like this”


“I knew you were alive Y/N!” Pietro screams back at you. “I sat and asked Wanda every detail after anyone would visit you. I was just so worried-”

“Oh so I save your life and the best you can do is ask your sister if my actions killed me or not” you cut him off. Your voice thick with sarcasm.

Pietro’s face falls now, your words had really hurt him but you couldn’t care less. You watch as he falls to the bed, his head in his hands. He takes a deep breathe and with a trembled voice replies “I wanted to visit Y/N I really did. I just couldn’t face looking at you knowing that you almost died because of me. We are supposed to be saving people.  That is part of this job is it not. And because of me… My stupidity.. I almost lost one of the things I love most”  He stands up now and begins to pace around the room, getting angrier and angrier at himself. “The second… I woke up, I knew something was wrong with you, It’s like the life had been drained out of you. It was so scary Y/N. So scary. When you fell and everyone was rushing around to save you, I just sat there, shaking. I didn’t know what to do or what had happened and I just sat there like an idiot. You saved my life and it almost cost you yours. I couldn’t face you knowing that 1. I didn’t even try to save you and 2. Your death would be my fault. I thought that maybe, after this whole thing had finished ,I could finally tell you how I felt. But I realised instead that all I do is cause destruction and I love you too much to cause any harm to you Y/N. I tried so hard so stay away, to let you get on with your life . But when I saw you with Steve tonight. I just knew.” 

He turned to you now, raising a soft hand to wipe away a tear from your cheek, that you didn’t know was there. “I knew that I couldn’t let you go. Because I love you so much. And I know that you may never feel the same way about me, you have every right to hate me. But no matter what, I love you, and i will do anything to protect you” He closes his eyes now, a tear forming in the corner or his eye. “I just.. I just needed you to know.”

“Oh Piet-” you cry.  “I love you too, so much and when you never came when I was in the hospital I was so hurt. I thought that I meant nothing to you” what started off as a small cry, soon turned into full on sobbing. He took you in his arms and you sobbed into his shoulder, tears staining his perfectly ironed shirt.You didn’t care how much of a mess you were, how much you embarrassed yourself. All that mattered was this moment with him. As you both finally confessed your love for one another.

Here you go my loves <3