#if my fanfic isn’t gay

[liass-21]

ilsaethan🔥

i am allergic to heterosexual ships

HOWEVER. bi4bi or t4t (or both??) ilsaethan is A OK IN MY BOOK!

thank you anon o7

[lilyofthevalleyys]

okay here’s another fic idea :D

reggie has sticky fingers. quills, scraps of parchment, even clothes and especially jewellery, he’ll steal them. he’ll return them of course but only if he doesn’t know them well. if he’s close friends with you, well you can say goodbye to your things. it’s a bad habit, he knows, but he can’t really stop.

anyway, when he meets james in third year, he steals james’ bracelet. james searches for it for weeks, until he sees it on regulus’ wrist. he takes it back from a reluctant reggie, and sirius tells him about reggie having sticky fingers.

by sixth year, james was well aware of his crush on reggie. so he starts purposely leaving things out for reggie to take, maybe lending a ring to sirius or leaving his jumper on the table remus was sitting at in the library.

sure enough, reggie steals them. he wears the jewellery and uses the quills, and james will go and ask for them back just to talk to him. but by the end of the conversation, reggie realised that james hasn’t taken back anything.

Link to headcannons!

[booksandpaperss]

imagine if the events of stranger things happened when ao3 first started being around solely so that Mike could do the classic ao3 author cliche of abandoning his fic for 5 years and then updating it with an authors note saying “hey guys bet u thought I was dead 😎 sorry this took so long my best friend literally got kidnapped and then possessed by an eldritch horror that turned out to be controlled by some fucked up dude and it turned into a whole war everyone in my hometown and all my friends and family almost died lol anyways here have some angst of me projecting my childhood trauma and PTSD into this today #winning”

[graysanatimony]

So today I was reading a book and SOMEHOW my fucking dumbass managed to read the name “Collin” as Bojan… THEY ARE NOTHING ALIKE HOW DID I MANAGE THAT

[crowscadence]

The hurt/comfort post-vampirism sskk fic I mentioned before is posted! It ended up being just over 3.5K words. Rated general, no archive warnings apply. Filled with Atsushi’s denial of his feelings and the typical shin soukoku bickering that we all know and love :)

edit: yes there is biting

A couple people asked me to tag them— @addrianastarflower @rattatta

[califlowerdrabbles]

I was wondering on this BSD Soukoku fic idea for a while, and I would love to hear your thoughts! I had the this idea that after the whole Fyodor mess, and both organizations are getting back on their feet, soukoku have to investigate some sketchy thing, which leads them to find a fifteen year old girl. The thing is, this girl is looks a lot like them.

So basically, it’s their child from another dimension that came from a “after-like-shock” of one of the book pages. Chaos ensues from there, and extensional lines that both Dazai and Chuuya never knew that they could cross, are crossed. Will this child be like them when they were her age?Or worse, something entirely different, a whole new version of messed up. But what if the most scary thing about her is that…she seems okay. Happy, like her parents did a good job or something, but how could that be? Was she adopted? Nope. Turns out Dazai and Chuuya raised her ever since her life began.

How will Chuuya and Dazai adapt to this, accept that they could not dirty something so innocent with their blood ridden fingers. How did they even come together to raise her?! They hate each other, how could they stand to co-raise their daughter for over fifteen years? (Yeah…co-parenting.) How will their daughter feel about the whole situation? Will she ever get back? What enemies lie in their way? Will there be family and domestic fluff? Angst? (Oh boy, yes!)

Please tell me if you’re interested in this! And if you have any things you would like to see in it, go ahead and share!

[unfinishedslurs]

do u love the colors of the comphet

When it’s over, when Henry Creel is dead and dust and they’ve emerged battered and triumphant. When she and Jonathan have ended things. When there is no more fighting to be done, she and Steve give it another go. 

She knows he’s going to ask the same way she knew in ‘83. There’s no waiting this time, no need to wonder if Jonathan might want her too. They gave it the old college try (He lied to her. He was lying to her for months, and she knew something was wrong before that. She thought they could work it out. She’s so fucking sick of lying to herself being lied to). 

He asks with wide, hopeful eyes, running a nervous hand through his hair. He doesn’t have anything to be nervous about. She made up her mind before he even asked. 

She can do it right this time. She can love this boy the way she wants to. The way he wants her to. They’ve both grown in the years since. She’s going to do this right. 

That’s the mantra she keeps in her head when he picks her up and spins her. I can do this. 

She can’t do this. 

It’s somehow the same and different from when they dated the first time. They’re going through the same motions, but there’s something lacking. They’re both older, more jaded. They’re not kids anymore, and it shows. 

They rarely kiss. He hesitates now in a way he didn’t before. Sex is something they don’t bring up at all. Eddie makes a crude joke once, something or other about what Nancy is like in bed, and she and Steve make eye contact. There’s something there, something like mutual understanding, before Robin smacks Eddie upside the back of the head and the moment breaks. She keeps thinking about it long after. Whatever it is that they shared, they don’t talk about it. 

Maybe they’re lying to themselves, both of them. Puppets going through the motions, too stubborn to admit they’re play acting as real people. Still, she can’t give this up. She can’t make the same mistakes all over again. 

Robin corners her two months into the relationship. Part of Nancy is surprised it took her this long. The rest of her is angry she brings it up at all. 

Saying she’s cornered might be doing her a disservice. They’re having a sleepover, painting their nails and talking about boys. Everything a girl is supposed to do. Except Robin is awkward and fumbling, and every name she brings up sounds like a question. Nancy only has Steve to talk about, and barely talks about him at all. 

Finally Robin sighs and puts down the nail polish. “I feel like this subject is making us both miserable,” she declares. “I don’t want to talk about boys, I was just doing it because I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do at girl sleepovers. I haven’t actually been to a sleepover since I was in middle school and the other girls decided I was weird, but I’m pretty sure the point is to have fun. This is not fun. This is agonizing. We should talk about something else.”

��Steve isn’t making me miserable!” She snaps, before realizing she sounds way too defensive. 

Robin peers at her. “Yeah, see, that’s not what I said. That’s not even a little bit close to what I said. Maybe we should talk about this instead. What’s the deal with you and Steve?”

“What deal? There’s no deal.” She turns around and rummages through the nail polish selection. Robin doesn’t exactly have a variety. Her options are red, dark red, and black. She chooses the brighter red with the absent thought that the black would look good on Robin, with her long fingers and dark eyeliner. Then she banishes that thought away. 

“There’s definitely some kind of deal.”

“There isn’t.”

“Nance.” 

She can’t help but turn around then, drawn in by the tone of her voice. There’s a glass wall inside of her, and someone is pounding on it, trying to get out. She wants Robin to see it. She wants someone to see behind the glass. There’s something in her trying to get out. 

“Nancy,” she says again, eyes searing into her soul, “are you happy?”

She smiles, fake and fixed on her face. The glass stays firmly in place.  “Of course I am,” she replies. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The next time Robin wants to hang out, she’s busy with college preparations. 

It’s not just Robin. She thinks everyone can tell something’s wrong with her. Eddie gives her these looks every time she and Steve are in front of him, like he’s putting together a puzzle. Her mom keeps trying to talk to her. Jonathan keeps trying to talk to her. 

They know, she thinks wildly, every time. She doesn’t know what it is they know. She doesn’t want to find out. 

She avoids them all. 

When she and Steve go to dinner, the waitress captivates her. 

Long, dark hair in braids. Long fingers tapping against the notepad. Dark eyes in a dark face. She’s always loved brown eyes. Nancy has never been one to be jealous of other girls (lie, lie, lie), but suddenly heat floods her body. She wants to be as gorgeous as this woman. She wants her full lips, popping gum. She wants the woman’s swaying hips as she turns and leaves their table. She wants— she wants—

She tears her gaze away to find Steve already looking at her. 

The heat is dosed by the ice that fills her veins. All her senses go on high alert until she realizes he’s actually staring past her. She turns around to see the bartender. He’s handsome, she thinks, tall with tan skin and brown hair carefully styled. He’s talking to a customer, teeth shining as he laughs. 

When she turns back, Steve has firmly fixed his eyes on her. She could almost believe he’d never been staring at the bartender at all. 

There’s something there. Something just out of reach, something she could put a finger out and touch if she were braver. She doesn’t. There’s no gun in her hand here, no adrenaline to keep her going after it all falls apart. 

“What did your dumb boyfriend do this time?” Mike demands, storming in her room. Nancy has half a mind to yell at him to knock first before she registers his words. 

“Steve is- Steve is fine,” she says, startled. “He’s great, actually. Nothings wrong.“

“Then why are you so miserable all the time?” Mike accuses. 

“I am not miserable!”

“You are! You both are, and neither of you will tell anyone what’s wrong, or why-“

“I don’t know why!” She shrieks. Mike falls silent, eyes wide, and Nancy suddenly realizes she’s crying. 

“I don’t know why,” she repeats. “Everything is fine. He’s like, the perfect fucking boyfriend. It’s me, I’m the problem. There’s something wrong with me. There’s a beautiful boy who loves me, and I’m- I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to love him back, but I can’t. I can’t. There’s something wrong with me.” She’s desperate now, wiping away tears as she curls into a ball. She feels pathetic, crying in front of her little brother. She’s the oldest, she should be keeping it together, she shouldn’t let him see her like this. But she can’t help it. There’s something in her screaming to get out. 

Mike, with all the grace and bewilderment of a newborn deer, gingerly pats her shoulder. 

“Have you…talked to Steve about it?”

She gives him a cutting look. It’s probably not as effective as she wants it to be, with her red eyes and tear streaked face. Mike holds his hands up. 

“I’m just saying! He’s your boyfriend, you should talk to him. And if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, you should really talk to him.”

“I want him to be my boyfriend, I just need to get past whatever this is—“

“Nancy,” Mike says. “It’s not just you. He’s miserable too.”

“Because of me. I just need to—“

Mike shakes his head. “I don’t think it is. If it were because of you, he’d be acting different. More…kicked puppy, or whatever. He’s just being weird,  and won’t tell anyone why. Dustin said he asked Robin, and she doesn’t even know.”

Nancy doesn’t have anything to say to that. 

“I think you need to talk to him,” he says again. “I think you need to talk to each other.”

“When did you get so smart?” She asks, instead of crying again. 

“I’ve always been smarter than you.”

She kicks him for that blatant lie.

“Are we holding onto a dead thing?” She asks out loud. 

He rolls over and looks at her. She’s worried she’s hurt his feelings, broken his heart again, killed any chance they have at a relationship, romantic or not. Then he snorts. 

“Robin got to you too, huh?” He asks, flopping back onto his back to look up at the sky. 

“Mike, actually.”

“Mike? That shithead? What does he know about relationship problems?”

“Are we having relationship problems?”

“I mean,” he says, wry twist to his mouth, “we haven’t had any arguments.”

“Nope.”

“Or general drama.”

“That might be debatable.”

“There’s no need to spice up our sex life.”

She snacks him for that one, and he laughs. She props herself up to look him in the eye. His face is more open than she’s seen it the entire time they’ve been dating. 

“I think you have to be in a relationship to have ‘relationship problems,’” she tells him. “Are we in a relationship?”

He visibly considers this. “I mean, I asked you out, and you said yes. And we never broke up.”

“We haven’t kissed in at least two weeks.”

“Did you want to?”

She takes a moment to think about it. “Not really,” she admits, and his face splits into a grin. 

“Not that you’re not still wonderful, Nancy Wheeler,” he says, teeth shining, “but I don’t think I want to kiss you either. Isn’t that weird?”

When they dated in high school, it was like he couldn’t stand being away from her. He spent every moment he could kissing her, wherever he could. Sometimes it felt almost like a performance he put on for the people around them, lifting her up and spinning her just so everyone would know how in love they were. It was stifling at times, feeling like something to prove. Still, it was how he was, so in love he could burst with it. 

Now, she wonders if it was always a performance. Maybe they’ve both been on a stage, and neither of them noticed the lights blinding them until now. 

“It is a little weird,” she says finally.

“Right?!”

He holds out a hand to shake, the other one firmly in his pocket. God, she wishes she could love him. “Good go, eh Wheeler?” He asks, smile crooked and shaky. 

She snorts. “We made ourselves and everyone around us miserable,” she points out. But she takes his hand. 

[littlefankingdom]

People: The MCU is pretty bad and boring now. Nobody cares what they're doi--

Me: MARVEL! Make a good season 2 of Moon Knight where you introduce Mark's bestie, the gay French pilot in love with him, and my life is yours!

[alittlelessalone]

Hello fellow Scum Villain fans! If anyone is bored, loves Moshang and Qijiu (especially Shang Qinghua and Shen Jiu), and would be interested in hearing the details of the very long fic I’m writing, I would love to have a brain or two I could bounce ideas against to make sure they sound valid, interesting, and in character. I have a full outline and around 150,000 words written so far, but there are parts that I could use some insight/thoughts on and I figured other passionate fans might be the right people to ask!

[meat-loving-meat]

I MIGHT HIT 10K ON MY NUCLEAR WEAPONS AU TONIGHT

[azure-clockwork]

So we are one singular support cutscene into Edelgard’s route through Three Houses and holy shit, she’s gonna fuck me up so badly. As much as flirting with Dorothea would be fun and all, Christ the cross, the angst. She’s going right to the top of the ‘unhealthy obsession with traumatized women’ right below Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Does she beat Riza Hawkeye? Remains to be seen

…I may have a problem

[zillaphoneswag]

Me writing for my original works and editors: “We should explore how oftentimes in romantic literature, spiritual strength is often equated with power and authority, and oftentimes the idea of suffering can be paired with desire. The loss or gain of power and authority is directly equivalent to the main character’s desire.”

Me writing for my friends/tumblr/fanfic: “Okay but what if I wrote for this thing but it was gay and had gay sex in it.”

[alonsyalonso1105]

It is past midnight as I am writing this and I am in my bed staring at my phone attempting to do my Criminology work probably due on Monday morning and what am I thinking about

How much I want the Doctor and the Master to regenerate into ‘younger’ versions of themselves so they could accept their Thoschei love for each other AND AND so the master could stop being the Doctors main Time-Lord antagonist and become a lot like River/Jack as a love interest returning character motif thing and go by Koschei again

The main Time-Lord antagonist would either be The Rani or the Meddling Monk I’ve not completely decided yet

I’m not sleeping tonight either I think, to hot rn in the UK for anything else

[heymacy]

beecy, i'm absolutely LOSING IT over these tags:

LOLOL the image of you just scrolling through a sideblog in therapy... what's the URL?

beecy beecy beecyyyyyy first of all hi hello i love you more than life itself 💛

i think the url would be look-johanna-im-insane bc it’s simple, direct, and gets the message across without becoming muddled by internet speak. i genuinely think she would enjoy it but first she would be SO CONCERNED ajskdfk. but oh god…..oh GOD now i think i have to do this. johanna babe i am so sorry for what i’m about to put you through, i’m not so sure you deserve this lmao 😅😇

[figsdried]

sorry for not writing anything in forever it’s because I’m literally too fucking gay and got distracted

[itriedsohard]

“canon divergence” and it’s a bible fanfic