#inspired fic

[writing-with-yours-truly]

"You Said You Don't Dance." Lars Pinfield [Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire] x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

Additional information: Inspired lightly, Pheobe is head cannoned to wear a tux (she'd slay one fr)

Requested by: @centracks (lysm)

Tonight is the night of a big gala hosted by none other than Mayor Peck himself. After the whole saving the world thing, Peck was pretty much forced to like the Ghostbusters or face a loss in the next mayoral election.

Unfortunatley, you're being made to go to this gala, against your wishes.

-

You're sitting at your bench, fixing up a random gadget you found lying around when Winston, your boss, approached you.

"You are invited to the annual New York Mayoral Gala," He said. You looked up. "Why?"

"Well, Mayor Peck invited us since we had saved the city. The world, in fact."

"He was the one who wanted us to be shut down. Why would we go?" You asked. You thought it was messed up, using the Ghostbusters as if they were pawns in a political game.

"Mayor Peck made an agreement on if we went to this gala, we would be allowed to run operations normally in New York."

You thought for a moment before giving a response. "I guess that's smart."

"Well, the gala is on Friday night, so you will have the night completely off." Winston reaches into his pocket. When he pulls his hand back out, he has a ticket in his hand. He handed it to you. "That is your gala ticket. You will use it to get in."

He begins to make his way out, before turning around to face you one last time. "Dress formal. This is a gala, after all!"

-

You had your phone on your desk, playing music as you finish getting ready for the gala. You had your hair neatly up in an updo, as you wore a black sleeveless dress with a thigh high slit on the side. (feel free to change this if you would like <3)

You finished your makeup, which was a simple yet elegant look, and made your way out the door after a final look in the mirror.

You looked at how the dress defined your curves, smiling because the dress made you feel beautiful. You began to wonder if Lars was going to go.

Lars was a keep-to-himself person and you'd be surprised if he even listened to Winston. Only time would tell if he'd be there.

-

You got out of your car after parking. You looked at your reflection in your car window and made any final touch ups to your hair. Cautiously, you made your way to the entrance of the gala. Many famous people were shuffling into the gala. This really was a high expectation event.

Eventually, it was your turn to show your ticket. Once the ticket master read the name on the ticket, he gave you a weird look. Your eyebrows furrowed. "Enjoy the gala, ma'am," he said dryly, shoving the ticket back into your open hand. You shook your head plainly as you walked down the hall into the ballroom.

It looked amazing. There were string lights hung up to the center of the room, outstretching to each corner. They illuminated the room dimly, reflecting slightly off of the freshly waxed wood floor. Tables with dark blue cloth were placed neatly besides in front of the stage to make space for dancing -which people were already doing-. You smiled as you looked around, already spotting Phoebe in a fancy tuxedo in the back of the room.

You pushed through people to make your way towards Phoebe, waving to her. She stopped her conversation with Lucky -who looked equally beautiful-, and waved back. You reached the two and gave them individual hugs. "You both look amazing!" The swarm of compliments they gave to you in response was almost overwhelming. "So," Phoebe started. "Have you seen him yet?"

Your cheeks immediately flushed red. "No, I haven't. Have you?"

"He was just in here a few minutes ago. Saw him walking over to the drinks," Lucky answered. "You should go see him."

Phoebe added, "He'd love that."

"Oh, stop guys."

After a few minutes of convincing, you made your way towards the drinks by yourself. You noticed a figure standing over there alone with a drink in his hand. If that was Lars, by God he looked amazing.

Once you got closer, you came to the conclusion it was Lars. "Why aren't you out there?" You asked him, causing him to jump slightly.

Once he realized it was you, he exhaled. "I don't dance."

"Didn't think so," You responded jokingly. "Don't take you as the dancin' type."

"Why? Too uptight?" He asked between gritted teeth.

You hesitated to respond. "No offence and all, but yeah."

"None taken. You're nicer about it than Trevor and Lucky." He answered.

The two of you stood in silence before noticing Mayor Peck. "Oh look, it's Dickless." You grumbled.

Lars called your name as if to tell you not to call him that. "What? He's so full of himself it's not even funny."

You proceed to take a sip of your wine, rolling your eyes as he walked past the Golden Trio -Ray, Peter, and Winston- without so much as a hand shake. The three look amongst eachother as if they were thinking the same thing. What a selfish prick.

Peck made his way on stage. Once everyone settled down, he began his speech.

"Welcome to the 112th annual Mayoral Gala! I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for making time to come to this event."

"More like Winston made time for us to come-" Lars cupped a hand over your mouth to shut you up.

"I also want to extend a heartfelt welcome to the Ghostbusters. Thank you for saving New York from that terrible monster."

Peck said Ghostbusters as if it was a disease no one wanted to catch. You moved Lars' hand off of your face -his hand was very warm- to show your face of disbelief. You looked at Lars, who had a similar look on his face.

As the mayor finished his speech, Lars leaned over to your ear and you swore your temperature rose at least three degrees. "Are you meaning to have my hand in your grasp?" He asked in a hushed tone.

You immediatley dropped it, rushing an apology. "No, no. It's fine. Your hand was kind of...warm." You laughed quietly in response.

"Lars Pinfield, are you attempting to flirt with me?" You joked. He didn't respond, but the ghost of a smile appeared on his pale face. "Take me to dinner first, jeez." You added.

The mayor stepped off the stage, applause following. You, Lars, and presumely the rest of GhostCorps, did not join the applause.

The music resumed, and the two of you started chatting. About work, anything really.

In the middle of a conversation about the Possessor, "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift started to play.

Couples began to step onto the center of the dance floor to slow dance.

You watched on in awe, wishing that was you, and Lars was the one slow dancing with you.

You didn't even realize his hand was extended out until he cleared his throat. You looked at his hand as if you couldn't believe your eyes. "You said you don't dance," You said.

"Well, I saw how you were looking at them dancing, so I thought I'd make an exception. Just this once."

You resisted the urge to squeal like a little girl and kick your feet.

You then took his hand and he led you to the dance floor. "Confession. I've never danced before," You said to him as the two of you stood across from eachother.

"Neither have I," He replied, an eyebrow raised in amusement. His glasses slid a little bit down his nose and you resisted the urge to fix them. God, he was so cute.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. The two of you swayed back in forth, Lars occasionally adjusting his hold on your hips. "So, what made you have an exception for me?" You asked him, turning your head to the left to see Phoebe motioning you to move closer, and you did so, adjusting how your hands rested around his neck. He didn't seem to mind.

"I just saw the sparkle in your eyes. You wanted to dance and I could tell. Maybe not with me, but--"

"Lars, I've wanted a dance with you for a long time." You interrupted. "Trust me, I've dreamt about this, believe it or not."

"Well, that's flattering," he replied. "And I'm glad you feel that way. Honestly, I have, too."

"Really?"

"Of course. Who couldn't love you?"

She laughed lightly.

"I'm not kidding. You're amazing, you're smart, you're beautiful--"

You pressed a kiss on his cheek to shut him up. When you pulled back, his face was furiously red.

"And you are, too." You grinned.

His eyes trailed down to your lips and back to your eyes, lips parted slightly. You inched closer, eyes shutting slightly. Eventually, Lars filled the gap, lips meeting yours.

Your lips moved in sync as the two of you relished the moment.

Eventually the two of you pulled back, looking into each other's eyes.

"Wow, Pinfield. I could get used to that."

[nelweensfic]

The Potters

Little Halloween microfic, inspired by The Conjuring 👻😘 Thank @cluelesspigeons for beta reading it 😎

Harry sensed the house was evil. As soon as they stepped inside, his body vibrated in a bad way, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge.  He kept a polite smile as he greeted the family, though. The poor woman wasn't aware of the ghost behind her, one hand gripping her shoulder like a predator with its prey. 

"Welcome! Thank you for coming," the husband said as he shook Draco's hand. 

"Your wife told us about some problems with the house?" Draco asked as he looked around. 

Harry listened to their story, distracted. Frames had fallen off the wall. Weird smells had been filling the house at night. And every night, at exactly two forty-six, three bangs could be heard echoing around the house. Apparently, the bangs continued until the early hours of dawn.  Draco explained his suspicions that the knocks were probably to curse the Holy Trinity and immediately the couple gasped. 

Harry wandered further  in the house and as he headed to the kitchen, he saw three little girls. They were scared to death, half of their meal still on the table in front of them, almost untouched. 

"Hello!" Harry smiled. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." 

"Are you going to help us?" the youngest girl asked, hugging her teddy tightly. 

"I will." He nodded. "And who are you?" 

"This is Emma, the oldest," the mother, Gina, answered instead, "Stella and Tina are the youngest." 

The girls sat up proudly. Harry smiled with joy at them when suddenly the shadow appeared behind the children, more specifically, behind Tina. Though they acted as if they couldn’t see it. The whole family was joking and the children were laughing. 

Harry glanced at Draco. "I need some fresh air," Harry said. 

"Come back in five. I'm preparing for the interview." Draco sat down on a chair, putting his bag on the table.

Harry took a big breath in as he walked outside, closing his eyes to take it all in. The house felt so stuffy inside. The ghost, the demon, had taken it all. And it wouldn’t leave the family. 

His heartbeat didn’t want to calm down. Harry knew he had to help. Even if after many years, after their last exorcism, he had promised himself to never do that again. He couldn’t help it. He had to protect these children. 

He walked back inside the house, trying hard to not let the evilness take him, and sat beside his husband. 

“Ready?” Draco asked everybody in the kitchen. The children were somewhere else, probably in the living room. 

“Whenever you are,” Harry said. 

He didn’t know that this interview would be the beginning of a long and hard journey for the family, and for himself. The demon looked directly at him, dark circles under itswhite eyes, saliva dripping from  his thin lips as his crooked smile revealed sharps and red teeth. Harry had never seen this in his entire life. The demon was horrible. 

They needed to prove it to the church and they needed to do it quickly. 

Before it was too late.

[krispyswips]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Mandalorian Religion (Star Wars), Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Love Confessions, Canon is a Sandbox and I am Here Summary:

In which Din has a very different experience dealing with the old gods.

Inspired by the Faces of Shereshoy which I’m begging y’all to go read.

[itsscaredycat]

and they lived happily ever after 🥲🙏

[bebx]

fanfic writers are so fucking awesome in the sense that they can take one single scene, that lasts less than a minute, from the source material and turn that one single scene into a 40k word long fic with depth, feels, character study and development and create a whole storyline out of that one single canonical moment.

fanfic writers are so fucking awesome in the sense that they can take one single scene, that lasts less than a minute, from the source material and write 40 entirely different fics about that one single canonical moment and each one of those fics is a literal masterpiece.

shout out to us fanfic writers ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[animalceramics]

[mossy-box]

I wish gay people were real

[s2pdoktopus]

You know those fanfics where Zidian evolves into a magic snake? That's the idea but it's the fuzzy worm thing.

[reginalusus]

Ok. *Puts them in a corny, 90s anime romance scene in which Bruce helps Harvey come down from a rough dissociation/derealization episode by using sensory grounding.*

[vavoom-sorted-art]

puttin' on the ritz III

The third installment of J.C. Leyendecker inspired art for @moonyinpisces' amazing 1920's fic puttin' on the ritz.

I hope you guys enjoyed my delve into the Roarin' 20's as much as I did!

Here's links to the other two:

Outfit Designs | Opulent Pillar

[xyywrites]

The Power of Silence in Dialogue

We often think of dialogue as something that’s just about what characters say, but let’s talk about what they don’t say. Silence can be one of the most powerful tools in your writing toolbox. Here’s why:

1. The Unspoken Tension

When characters leave things unsaid, it adds layers to their interactions. Silence can create a tension that’s so thick you could cut it with a knife. It shows things are happening beneath the surface—the real conversation is happening in what’s left unspoken.

Example:

“So, you’re leaving, huh?” He didn’t look up from the table, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass, slow and deliberate. “Yeah.” “Guess I should’ve expected this.” (Silence.) “You’re not mad?” “I’m not mad,” she said, but the way her voice broke was louder than anything she'd said all night.

2. Building Anticipation or Drama

Sometimes silence can heighten the drama, creating a pause where the reader feels like something big is about to happen. You don’t always need words to convey that sense of dread or anticipation.

Example:

They stood there, side by side, staring at the door that had just closed behind him. “You should’ve stopped him.” She didn’t answer. “You should’ve said something.” The room felt colder. “I couldn’t.” (Silence.)

3. Creating Emotional Impact

Sometimes, saying nothing can have the biggest emotional punch. Silence gives the reader a chance to interpret the scene, to sit with the feelings that aren’t being voiced.

Example:

He opened the letter and read it. And then, without saying a word, he folded it back up and placed it in the drawer. His fingers lingered on the wood for a long time before he closed it slowly, too slowly. “Are you okay?” He didn’t answer.

TL;DR

Silence isn’t just a pause between dialogue—it’s a powerful tool for deepening emotional tension, building anticipation, and revealing character. Next time you write a scene, ask yourself: what isn’t being said? And how can that silence say more than the words ever could?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jason: Hi!

Danny: Good evening

Jason: Oh um, yes, good evening. Do you eat to survive?

Danny: What?

Jason: Ha ha ha! I'm joking! Of course you eat, um I eat too! But why?

Danny: I don't-what are you asking me?

Jason: Gotham is beautiful at night! It's when I eat!

Danny: Are you a-

Dick appearing out of nowhere: Hey there, Jay. You wandered off while I was getting us water. Sorry about him. He's very drunk. I'll take him home to sleep it off.

Danny: *Grabbing Jason's writ* Do you know him?

Jason: Yes, he's my brother. See, that's my family. *Shows lock screen of family* I have many siblings, which means I would be totally fine with lots of kids!

Danny: *Let's go* Oh good. Sorry if he's really that drunk I didn't want him going home with a stranger. No offense

Dick: None taken. I appreciate men like you who keep everyone safe. Come along Jay, let's get you home.

Jason: But-

Dick: You asked me to step in when you were going out of control. Remember?

Jason: Right yes. Ugh Bye.

Danny: Goodbye.

Dick outside of bar: That was terrible. You really do suck at flirting.

Jason: I just froze up! Ugh I hope he doesn't think I'm a idiot.

Danny watching them through the window: That's a vampire pretending to be human. I can smell the undead on him and he was going to lure me to a dark alley if his human servant hadn't stepped in.

Jazz: I was gone for like five minutes Danny, how did you find a creature of the night within that time?

Danny: It's a gift. Thankfully, I'm too smart to be tricked by a vampire.

Jazz: ......you would have followed him into the alley wouldn't you?

Danny: He may be a blood sucker but did you see his muscles? What a way to die.

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Yandere! Husband who thinks of you every single moment of the day, spoils you rotten, makes sure you feel loved 24/7 with letters, gifts and his presence. Being married to you is a privilege and he makes sure he shows you that.

Who does the little things like making sure you never open any doors by yourself. “What the fuck do you think that ring of yours means? Get your hand off that handle!” proceeds to climb over the car to open the car door for you

who randomly squeezes your hands with a vulnerability you almost never see from him. muttering things such as, “i can’t even remember life before I met you.” or “i love you so much. leave me one day if you must, but know that i’ll never be the same without you.”

yandere! husband who always makes sure you take care of yourself, personally appointing days where you have to go the salon to get your hair or nails done. yandere! husband who always has a fun new date idea to keep things fresh in the relationship. yandere! husband who studies your body for hours on end so you’ll never have to look for satisfaction elsewhere.

so that you’ll never question why he’s changed so much. because he was never the man you married in the first place.

[booksandpaperss]

you know when you read one of the most well written well characterized fics of a character and you’re like “FUCK YES THIS AUTHOR UNDERSTANDS” and then in the notes or in a comment reply they’re like “I hope this wasn’t too ooc I can’t tell 😭” or “I’m glad this wasn’t super ooc I was rlly nervous!” like girl this may as well have been a transcript directly from that character’s head what are you TALKING about

also this isn’t author hate obv I luv you guys I just think it’s funny how this happens a lot. fic writers youre amazing <33