#I'M NOT A WRITER

[the-barefoot-hatter]

I've seen a few Billford fics where Dipper is onto/extremely suspicious that Bill isn't exactly "human", but I think the reverse concept is much much funnier... where Dipper's convinced Ford is the cryptid and Bill is 100% the normal guy

Dipper "Paranoia" Pines: "Mabel, don't you think there's something WEIRD about Great-Uncle Ford??? He barely sleeps, he wears a turtleneck AND coat in the middle of summer, he has a ranked blood 'flavor profile' list, he always sneaking around at night, he always smells like brunt hair... which is... also weird but not really a sign of anything I guess... but I still think he's vampire? Maybe?? -chewing pen, frantically searching The Monster Book of Monsters for more clues- Mabel: "What, Dipper, you're crazy! Right Grunkle Bill?" Bill Cipher -clearly doing something supernatural, up to and including still being a floating triangle in a top hat- "Gee, I dunno Shooting Star, personally I've always suspected my hubbie's a shaved Bigfoot... how else do you explain Stan?" Dipper -oblivious to the real cryptid in the shack-: SEE, yes, thank you, good to know we have one voice of reason in this house!

[sky-is-the-limit]

Smut writers feel free to write this! (Feminine pronouns used but feel free to change it!) (+18/MDNI)

FYI: I'm not a writer nor good at this! Just thirsty:)

I had a filthy thought of being railed by Price in the common area outside the bathrooms and Gaz accidentally walks in 👀 (gifs below inspired me).

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You were being bratty/needy as fuck even though you knew it was a hectic day, especially for him. At first you felt a little hurt that he brushed you off the first time when you started kissing his neck while he was signing some paperwork for the next mission. "Not now, doll. Can't you see I'm busy?" He murmured the last words almost as a whisper so you know that it's the work that's annoying him and not you.

"Come on, Captain, can't you take a little break for your girl?" You purred in his ear, hands slowly trailing down his chest over the tight military shirt he knows drives you crazy when he wears it (he was about to throw it away because it was too tight on him until he saw you practically drooling and being the lil shit he is, he started wearing it more often)

"Don't you have anything more productive to do, private, than bother your Captain?" Oh now it's on. His tone was serious as if he was scolding a child, making you stand up straight, rolling your eyes at his typical way of treating you when you're 'overstepping'.

"You weren't complaining this morning about my productivity, Captain." You reply to his dismissive comment, full of sarcasm, crossing your arms over your chest as you make your way in front of his desk. "In fact, you were quite content with my mouth on your c-" a knock on the door makes you take 3 steps back, a playful smirk on your face as you watch Price take a deep breath trying to process both your boldness and someone almost walking in on you, talking about your forbidden affair with him.

"Uh, is this a bad time?" Kyle awkwardly says, holding the door open not daring to walk inside, obviously uncomfortable from the staring contest you and Price share, neither backing down.

"No, Sergeant, private Y/L/N was just leaving." Price mumbles with a raised eyebrow, only turning his gaze towards the door for a second then back at you, indicating that you have to leave before he actually gets mad.

On your way out, you briefly touch Kyle's arm, give him a small smile before exiting Price's office. You know John is a confident man. In his skills, his work, the way he carries himself with authority in every room he steps in. The only thing that makes him feel uneasy is when younger men try to steal your attention. Not because he doesn't trust you, he knows that the second he asks for you to get on your knees, you comply better than any soldier he ever had to command to follow an order and he always praises you for it.

"Look at my eager girl, so desperate to please her Captain huh?"

"Eyes up when you take me in, I want to stare into those pretty eyes, soldier."

"You can't be disrespectful with your mouth full, now can you?"

The insecurity that you could fall for a younger, charming man always creeps in his mind yet he pushes the thought away, cursing himself at the possibility he might have stronger feelings for you than just the physical pleasure you two share almost every night.

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10:30pm. You've been staring at the clock on the wall an hour now, waiting for the right time to come. You know Price always goes into the showers at this exact time, every single night before he goes to sleep as the showers are always empty. Exhausted soldiers and staff always in bed by then, leaving the luxury of a quiet, warm shower to himself.

You step into the common area timidly, checking if anyone's around but as expected, you find it empty and cold like it always is this late at night. No sound but the water running inside the nearest shower and the fast beating of your anxious heart as you slowly strip naked. It scares you how bad you want him, how he's your first thought in the morning and the last before you fall asleep. How you, a strong, independent and confident woman can feel so fragile, so desperate to please his every desire, how the second he asks you to go to his room, you waste no time, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. It's pathetic really, but for him? You'd do far worse.

With nothing but a towel wrapped around your naked body, you slowly push the curtain of the shower back, taking in the full sight in front of you. Yeah, you'd do anything for him and he knows it. He doesn't even flinch or turn around, he knows it's you. It's always you. You can see the smirk playing on his lips before he speaks with that husky, deep voice that makes your knees go weak, every fucking time.

"I don't fuck you one day and you come running to me, hm?" Price turns around slowly, eyeing you up and down before his fingers touch the top of the towel, softly caressing your skin. "Desperation looks so fucking good on you sweetheart" He leans closer to whisper in your ear before his fingers make the towel drop on the wet floor, the cold air sending a shiver down your spine as he pushes you gently out of the shower, to the nearest wall.

"I left my girl all needy and now I have to make up for it, don't I?" He whispers on your neck as his lips leave wet, sloppy kisses on your burning skin. Before you can lean back onto the wall to enjoy his attention, he places his hand on your back and with a swift move, pushes you in the common area. The look of surprise on your face as you turn to look at him must be the best entertainment he has had the last couple of days.

"What if someone walks in? Can't we go back into the shower?" You grab the nearest towel but before you can wrap it around yourself, he backs you up against the cold table in the middle of the room, both his hands placed on each side of you so you can't move.

"You wanted to sneak up on me and couldn't wait until I finished my shower." You open your mouth to answer with a pathetic excuse you know damn well wouldn't work on him but his hands cut you off before you even try, lifting you up from your thighs onto the cold steeled table. "You know it is the only time I get to have some peace and quiet but you being the greedy little slut that you are, couldn't wait a few more minutes huh?" He raises his voice, tone changed into the one he always uses when you're being a brat and fuck, you wouldn't want it any other way. The smirk forming on your lips and the intentional roll of your eyes must have pressed a button as he pushes your shoulders down so now you're laying on the table, feeling his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs, pushing them open.

"Now you're gonna get fucked like you want so bad, out in the open. If you behaved nicely, you'd be laying down on a soft bed but you decided to be a brat tonight" His grip tightens around your thighs, certain to leave bruises, as he lowers himself so his head is inches away from your soaked entrance, his eyes piercing yours, not breaking eye contact like his life depends on it.

"And you're gonna get treated like one." With one quick move he puts both of your legs on his shoulders, dragging you across the table, the cold metal and unexpected action letting a loud moan leave your mouth before you cover it with your palm in an attempt to stay quiet, unsuccessfully so.

"What the-" Oh fuck. You freeze in your tracks as a second voice comes from behind the lockers, making you jump up immediately. Your terrified gaze slowly meets Kyle's equally frightened eyes as his mouth hangs open to the sight in front of him, frozen in place with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You knew it was risky, just because the showers were always empty around that time, didn't mean that an exception was out of the question. It just happened to be tonight.

"I'm just gonna- fuck, I- bye" Gaz mumbles quickly, the confusion of this unfortunate, awkward encounter visibly written on his face but before he can walk out, so you can die comfortably in shame, the next sentence makes your blood run cold.

"Not so fast, Sergeant." Price commands, his expression unbothered if not unsurprising, like he wanted this to happen. He wanted someone to walk in.

"You're gonna sit on that chair and you're gonna watch how brats like her deserve to be treated."

[godihatethiswebsite]

Desert Oasis

✽ Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x f!reader (The Mummy AU)

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

✽ Part 1 - Learning about your cousin and his past

Maybe Kyle actually used to serve with John until one mission pushed him a bit too far past his moral compass and he ended up leaving his military career behind, travelling down to see his last remaining relative - you.

You two had been thick as thieves growing up, family always visiting on holidays as his much more persuasive self - quite a charmer even for a seven year old - was fond of conning you into mischief you had no business being a part of. Now when he's not pestering you he frequents bars to help shake off the PTSD and find people with some coin to do odds and ends jobs for.

Catching up with Kyle usually always included a stroll down memory lane reminiscing about his old war stories. His troublemaking tendencies didn't change as he got older. He was just better about talking his way out of getting disciplined for it. But you'd heard plenty of tales about what he got up to with the notorious Sergeant MacTavish back in the day. More than enough to suggest the man was a scoundrel despite the praise your cousin laid on thick regarding his ability to always have your back in a skirmish.

So when an anonymous tip leads you to a man who can supposedly get you to the fabled city of Hamunaptra and they pull John out of his jail cell, Kyle just gives him a shit eating grin leaning against the bars and says, "Hope you didn't have to bend over for anyone in there."

"Nah. They said mah mouth's prettier than mah arse anyways."

Meanwhile you're standing there watching this conversation with your eyes glued to the man behind the bars with filthy desert tanned skin, bit-too-long stubble, the strangest choice in hairstyle, and cerulean blue eyes sparkling with the promise of mischief thinking 'dear lord what am I getting myself into?'

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[somerandomdudelmao]

Wait wait back up. You post writing on ao3?! Will you share? (You don't have to of course!)

I did before I started my apocalyptic series. My friend was like "I want a funny crossover fanfic" and I was like "okay, I can't write, but that won't stop me."

So I wrote a thing called The purpleest man alive. It's basically about how Donnie and Mikey get into the 2012 series, but like...zero drama and a hundred percent of my clown jokes.

I have to say that this whole silly little fic is held together by the power of the translator and dark magic.

Also, 2012 April acts pretty crappy in the beginning there. I was planning on doing her character development, but haven't gotten around to writing the part where she gets better yet

[shy-daredevil]

Imagine, if you will, Eddie and the band are on tour. It's not their first one or anything but Eddie still has a little something special planned. So they play the first half and before they take an intermission says something along the line of like "Now this next one isn't like our usual style. But about to take a little break and after that we'll get back to the metal. So indulge me for just this once"

The music kicks in and Eddie sings the first lines with so much heart and joy.

~Anthony works at the grocery store. Saving his pennies for someday~

You see, a little over half a year ago Steve and Eddie had their first baby. A sweet boy they named Anthony, after one of Steve's favorite Billy Joel song. And while Eddie still can't really say he's a fan, Moving Out will now always have a special place in his heart.

Singing the song in front of a large crowd, practically yelling his son's name for them all just felt right.

It seems to go over well (especially with super fans who know the meaning) so they keep it up in the next town and the next. By the third or fourth show word has gotten around and Eddie is happily surprised to hear his fellow metalheads sing along. By the final show it's turned into a little call and response with Eddie starting the line and the crowd finishing it.

Little Anthony Munson is unfortunately too young to join the band on stage but Steve definitely shows him a video of the moment to see his son light up at hearing his daddy sing his name.

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

(Context for the art I guess??)

His breathing was coming out fast and hard with no sign of slowing down, Jazz had no idea how to calm him down, he was a blubbering mess.

“Danny please calm down, what happened? What can I do?”

“They- I knew that-” breaking down into sobs again Jazz pulled him closer, running her hands up and down his back as he tried to even out his breath. “I knew it was going to happen at some point but..” burying his face in his hands Danny caves in on himself further. “They shot me.” panic replaces her confusion,

“Who!? Danny-”

“Mom and dad.” his voice broke slightly, “I knew it would happen, I knew it but.. It still hurts Jazz.”

“I'll grab the first-” as she went to stand up Danny pulled her back down,

“Not physically.” looking down at her broken brother Jazz had no idea what to do, she too knew it would happen eventually, why had she never made a plan? Resting her cheek on his head she pulls him against her in a hug, they ended up sitting on her cold bedroom floor like that for hours with no sound but the soft cries from her brother and the hesitant words of reassurance.

When he retreated into his own room for the night Jazz made sure to tuck him in with a small kiss in between his brows and an I love you whispered over her shoulder.

Only when he was out of sight did Jazz let her own eyes shed tears as she curled up in her own bed dreading to see the faces of their parents in the morning.

[starkholme]

"When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely, I'd look up at the stars, wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction."

Kastle x Pacific Rim AU

[allisberris]

thinking about yandere sebastian coding you/a character just like you into the visual novel he'd been programming just to not have anyone beta test it bcuz he'd never let another person have the opportunity to get that close to you in game or irl. he would also play it on repeat bcuz i said so

[rednite-dork]

oh shit I made ‘em speak

[parachutingkitten]

When will the next chapter of your fanfic be out?

That's a great question. I was wondering that too. Maybe you have a good way to contact my creative drive? I've had a hard time getting a hold of it in any sort of useful way recently...

[madischoolreport]

Writer / Storyteller

Who are you as a writer? What experiences (personal and/or professional) have shaped your identity as a writer? Me? A writer? Gosh, I wouldn't go that far yet! I would describe my writing as less write-y and more storyteller-y. I've been running tabletop games with my friends since I was little and since then, I would say that I've developed my storyteller skills to a great extent! Though, since it is an improvisational game where all players and the GM (Game Master) has their own creative input, I've learned how to tell good stories on the fly, with little preparation, and with twists and turns that would make you dizzy. But actually putting writing to paper? Putting my thoughts into a coherent storyline? That's something I haven't dabbled much in. I've got good bones in me to have a head start in writing, but none of the practice. So that's what I'm hoping to achieve! Getting out there in the big scary world wide web and putting my words in the immortal ink of the internet!

[sadiegirl2021]

Look at me making a little mood board for my unfinished fic! 3 more chapters are in the works though. Just need to find the motivation to finish them...

[duncanor]

Trigun Baseball AU which starts normally,

then make Vash remember all of Trimax and turn it into 'a came back wrong' + doomed narrative horror story.

[whales-are-gay]

hey i tried :-)

[braindamagedrizz]

I wrote a fic for Ruxiz and Cayde pre-risen, like during the Early ages of the city, the perks of having a OC with no defined backstory is you can bullshit any amount of fluff and angst ever. Anyways here's the fic

[angeldevilorprincess]

HC: (secretly in love with you) best friend Simon GHOST Riley watches you grow more and more unhappy in your "picture perfect relationship".

One night he's drinking knowing you're out at some fancy restaurant with your bf when you call him crying barely getting the words out between sobs about how your bf proposed but you couldn't say yes, you thought this was everything you ever wanted but it's all wrong and you feel like he doesn't even know you as a person anymore, just this idea of you, how could you ever build a marriage on that, so you ran out to call Simon and now what do you do?! Now normally Simon would try and talk you down, help you sort your thoughts and then tell you to go back in there and hold your ground. But with the alcohol in his system the lines are blurry, usually he'd never do anything that might tie you to him in a way that could put you in danger, barely anyone even knew about your friendship, tonight however he couldn't take it anymore. He tells you to get in a taxi and come to his place. He'd come get you but he thought you wouldn't need him tonight and he's in no condition to be driving. Then the words just fell out "I could love you with my eyes closed, I could treat you so much better, I've known you forever figured you out." muttered under his breath. As soon as he realised what he said he prayed you didn't hear him over your crying knowing full well if you did hear him he wouldn't have the strength to take it back. But you heard every word. What you didn't tell him is that you're already in the back of a taxi almost at his place because the moment your bf said those four words you knew all you wanted was Simon.