#my random fanfics

[sansfangirl24]

what if you were dating Bakugo and your mom hated him, and he hated your mom so whenever he saw you two randomly in public, he would make comments like: "well if it isn't the evil queen and snow white!" and when your mom would you see two in public, she would make comments like: "oh its beauty and the beast!"

and when she would leave, he would mutter under his breathe: "yeah I'm a beast in bed, hag.."

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #1

"Father, please do not scare the children."

"FATHER?"

Alfred let out a sigh at the children's reaction as well as his own fathers sheepish laugh as the man scratched the back of his head. Once more he couldn't help but marvel at how young his own father looked. But then again the fact that his father was by now a timeless being and rule of an entire realm likely contributed to it. He glanced at the still shell shocked children and stoic Bruce, a part of him took a bit of pleasure in their shock.

"Master Bruce, may I introduce to you my father." Alfred hummed indicating to the floating man with blazing white hair and glowing green eyes in regal clothing, well aside from the damned jumpsuit his own mother had never refrained from complaining about.

"Daniel James Fenton." The butler continued eyes crinkling with a smile as he watched his charges. "Ruler of the Infinite Realms."

"Just Danny is fine. Honestly it must be your mothers influence with how formal you turned out Al..." The man, Danny added reaching a hand out to ruffle Alfred's hair that Alfred sidestepped. Not because he didn't like his fathers show of affection, no because he had appearance to uphold and he didn't need to shock the children any more than he already had.

"T-that must be a joke, right Alfie...?" Jason spoke up being the first one to regain his ability to speak coherently.

"I am afraid not Master Jason. This man is indeed my father." Alfred hummed amused, he would think that with their near daily dealings with villains, aliens, supernatural and other beings they would be less shocked. But as it seemed his family didn't seem able to warp their heads around this. Surely they must have suspected some sort of supernatural connection to him, after all how do they think he was able to keep the entire Manor as clean as it is? He had his pocketwatch from his grandfather as his secret weapon after all.

[honestlydarkprincess]

the other one was fun so i'm making a part two

[booksandpaperss]

and the REALLY good ones will probably do it better than canon lmao

[lucabyte]

Not all who wander are lost. Some who wander, however, are extremely, extremely lost.

[hellosweetart]

You saw this picture hidden under Nacha's desk. Something's written on the back.

"my two happy pills"

Then it hit you with realization: the milkman is Anastacha's father? How? When? No wonder you keep on seeing him meeting up with Nacha during his lunch breaks and his day offs. And he looks after Ana at school from afar.

That begs the question: why aren't they together? Nacha is not using Francis' last name. Why aren't they married? What kind of relationship are they having?

"Ahem..."

"You are snooping at my desk the whole time?"

Oops she caught you.

(Here's the colored version:)

(in spite of their questionable relationship, i still ship Nacha x Francis.)

[hyperfixiation-station]

Ex-soldier!reader who nannies Ghosts kidd while he's away on missions. Who notice people who have never been on theirhis street before out and about. Who gets his kid out of the house just before it blows up. Who goes on the run with the kid while Ghosts enemies hunt them down. Who is injured and solely focused on keeping the kid alive. Who makes it to the safe house Ghost gave them "just in case". Who pistol-whips Soap when he shows up. Who almsot cries when the kid screams daddy as Ghost walks in behind Soap. Who resists the urge to run unto his arms just like his kid did. Who end up in them anyways when they collapse from exhaustion and stress.

Who finally gets a kiss when they wake up in the medbay.

[nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes]

im a fanfic writer and unoriginal

everyone else is doing this so uh

if you guys get this to 2K (good luck) before september 1st i will finish:

my ham watches ham fic before december 2024

my Laurens/Angelica platonic marriage for benefits fic before march 2025

it probably won’t happen but yeah i need motivation so thanks

[eeniiart]

Suo found a stray kitten

[turnipoddity]

i’m writing my thesis and i thought like, whew i did so much work!! let’s see how many words i’ve typed in already—and it’s just around 6.000 words… about 30ish pages. My mind immediately goes to how dedicated fanfic authors are… i stare in horror as i realize how many pages of fanfics i must’ve read all this time… this is a love letter to all fanfic authors out there… y’all are insanely talented and so dedicated to your work

[sansfangirl24]

Husband!Pro Hero Bakugo seeing you and the kids going to the store on his patrol and stopping you acting like he's flirting with stranger

like leaning up against and pole and looking at you with a flirty smirk "excuse me ma'am I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked with your kids" you're giggling and playing along until both of your kids stopped the conversation and started tugging on Bakugo's hero costume and yelling "papa it's us and that's mama! did you not recognize us?!"

and Bakugo acting all shocked just to piss off his kids and make fun of you in the process (playfully) " that's you kids?? and that's you Y\N?? I didn't even notice you all look completely different when you actually dress up for once" you know Bakugo thinks you and your kids are beautiful though and he proves it everyday day, every morning, and every night

[lily-of-the-valley72]

Dorms

Bakugo x reader (amateur writer, fluff)

You were sleeping in Bakugo's bed. Your back pressed against his chest. Your whole body felt on fire. To be honest you'd never thought he'd be this cuddly in a relationship that's only been going for a few months. You closed your eyes trying to get over being this close to him.

He's my boyfriend..why am I so nervous? You thought as you laid there awake as he slept.

 After a while of laying there. You got up to head to the bathroom to clear your head but stopped by Bakugo grabbing your wrist. He wasn't asleep!? You thought. “Don't go..” He mumbled. Keeping his grip on your wrist. “What's the point of having you come over if I can't spoon you..?” Your face darkened. “I-I was just gonna use the bathroom..” You said. He opened one eye frowning slightly as he let you go. “Just come back then..” He mumbled.

Once you come back. You sat on the bed before laying down. To see that Katsuki had already fallen back asleep or to sleep you had no idea. You left some space between the two of you just to save yourself from being a flustered mess. Soon you fell asleep listening to Katsuki's soft snores.

The next morning you woke up. Bakugo was holding you closely as if you were a teddy bear. He was looking at you with a soft smile. Which was unusual but you didn't care he looked cute. He then said, “Morning dumbass.” which sorta wrecked the mood but that was okay. “Morning..” You mumbled back. Glancing at the clock you saw that it was already 9 in the morning. 

He pulled you toward him even closer, his breath hot against your neck. “Babe?” He mumbled. “Yeah?” You responded. “Can I have a kiss? I haven't got one this morning.” He said almost as if he was pissed about it. You nodded.

He cupped your face with one hand and the other on your hip pulling you closer. And the two of you kiss. It was more of an innocent one this morning unlike most. “Your so fucking gorgeous first thing in the morning.” He mumbled when he pulled away. “Yea? I think you are too.” You responded. He smiled slightly as he said. “Love you idiot.” “Love you too Katsu.” You mumbled in reply. You both laid there for a few minutes before he turned to you again.

“You want some breakfast?” He mumbled knowing that you'd be hungry. You lit up hearing that. His food was good. So you obviously said yes. You both got up. He headed to the kitchen and so did you. Deciding that you could probably help him in some way. 

Before he stopped you. “What are you doin’?” He said. “Coming to help you.” You mumbled. “Like I need help. I'm Katsuki freakin’ Bakugo. Go sit your ass down at the counter.” He scoffed. “You sure? I could at least help a lil right?” You responded. He huffed as he flicked your forehead. “I guess there's some things you could do. But you're not gonna.” 

“Ouch..” you mumbled before speaking again. “Y'know I can wear the pants in this relationship sometimes!” You huffed in annoyance. “I know babe just last time you helped you almost lit the kitchen on fire..” he laughed slightly as he saw your cheeks redden. “That was only one time..” you muttered. “So? I'm cookin’ and you're gonna go sit at the counter so you don't burn this place down.” He said with a smirk.

You reluctantly gave in and went to sit on a stool grumbling about it. And then he started making some omelets for the two of you.

[panevanbuckley]

i hope fic authors who put songs that inspired the fic in the notes know that i am immediately adding those songs to that ship's playlist

[teencopandthesourwolf]

"I'll text Stiles," Scott says, grabbing his backpack. "Then I'm gonna go see Allison.”

When Scott turns back around, Derek's lips are a thin line and they are the only part of him that moves when he asks, through his teeth, "Are you going to talk to her, too?”

Scott just squints. Because—huh? 

"Derek, what do you mean, am I going to talk to her, too?” He narrows his eyes even more, suspicious. “Why else would I be going to see Allison, if not to talk to her? I don't just, like, watch her from afar like some creeper, you know." 

Scott isn't about to admit that he has, embarrassingly, done just that on occasion. Alright, occasions, plural—but only once or twice! Five or six times, tops. And only ever when he thought Allison was, or could possibly be, in danger. It's not weird, though. It's not! It's noble, okay? It just sounds weird when you say it out loud. Even if he hasn't actually said it out loud. Well, at least not just now anyways; he's said it in front of the mirror a couple times and it turns out your reflection can be pretty hurtful and judgemental which, honestly, is a little upsetting.  

Just as Scott realises that Derek must know he just told a lie—half-lie!—the Alpha's face does a thing that Scott has never seen it do before. Ever. The dude looks almost… Human. 

And, what the hell? 

Derek clears his throat and shifts his weight from one foot to the other and worries at his bottom lip a bit and now Scott is feeling anxious because who is this guy? And what has he done with Derek ‘I Will Never Give A Single Thing Away About Myself Ever Other Than The Fact I Am Eternally Pissed’ Hale? (that's one of Stiles's). 

Just the possibility of Derek ‘Emotionally Open and Vulnerable’ Hale is, like—it's just way too much for Scott to handle on a Sunday morning when he's supposed to be at the veterinary surgery in less than fourteen minute's time and has to somehow manage fitting in seeing Allison on the way.

But it seems Scott is also too nosy to just move on from this and let sleeping dogs lie. And both of those things are really annoying because strange old phrases and being overly curious is usually a Stiles thing, not a Scott thing, so Scott really doesn't know what he's supposed to do! 

W.W.S.D. 

What Would Stiles Do?

"Um, Derek, have you been—"

"Firstly, McCall, following somebody around and watching them from a distance is not creepy if you think that they need to be tailed for their own safety, alright?" Derek starts and—well.

Exactly!

Scott actually genuinely likes Derek, for just a moment, because he knew he'd been right about that! He gives himself an internal high-five and an imaginary congratulatory pat on the back because being kind to yourself is never a bad option. Unfortunately, Scott now also has to admit to himself that it does, in fact, sound weird when you say it out loud. Or, well, think it out loud. Whatever, he knows what he means.

He realises that Derek is still speaking.

"...because Stiles is human and also the biggest danger-magnet in the pack, so it makes sense that one of us should be keeping tabs on him. Thirdly, I—“ 

“Someone, Derek!” Scott blurts, “I was going to ask if you've been creeping on someone!" he interrupts because—honestly, in the most way possible—what?! The hell?!

Scott is both stunned and annoyed at hearing that Derek has been following Stiles (hiding around dark corners and slinking about the place like a wolf ninja. Scott should know. Shut up.) 

Because Stiles! Is Scott's best friend! 

And, like, how long has he been doing this? And for what purpose, really? Because Derek's heart just skipped about twelve beats, never mind one, so reason number two was obviously at least a half-lie of his own. 

That's when Derek's mouth clacks audibly shut. 

Scott just stares. And he knows; there is more going on here than meets the eye.

Then it's obvious that Derek knows that Scott knows and then everybody is knowing and looking and looking and knowing and Scott just—he can't stand it, okay? He needs confirmation. He doesn't necessarily want it, but it's like his mom always says: Life's tough sometimes. 

Eventually, he manages to say, "Are you stalking Stiles, Derek?" and hopes to hell he's wrong because he now feels somewhere in between being affronted on his best friend's behalf, totally grossed-out because it's Derek, ugh, and maybe just a little bit amused. Or is it bemused? Possibly confused. Scott is definitely some of those words. 

And again, seriously, what the hell?  

Has Derek honestly been creeping on Stiles because he's concerned for Stiles's safety? And, if so, why? Like, does Derek even get concerned for humans? Or other wolves for that matter (apart from maybe his own betas which is probably only a biological thing anyway, Scott reckons). Does Derek care about anybody? At all? Dude doesn't even care about himself, Scott doesn't think.

Scott now tries his best to come up with another reason, any other possible reason, that someone might have to follow a person around, but he can't seem to land on—OH, GOD! DOES DEREK HAVE A CRUSH ON STILES? Oh, shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He can't. But he—nope. No! Because what. The actual. Hell! He just—no. No, no, no. He can't! Can he? Oh, my God, what if he does?! And if it is true... ew! Derek Hale crushing is just gross! And on Stiles?! Just, no. But also, why? And also-also, how the hell did Scott not notice something sooner?! 

And another thing: Did Scott somehow wake up this morning having somehow travelled in his sleep to one of those Affirmative Universe places that Stiles is always banging on about?

Man, Scott has, like, so many questions. 

Derek still hasn't said anything and is just standing opposite Scott with his stupid arms folded across his stupid chest with his stupid beard in his stupid loft looking really, really stupidly sheepish, and Scott thinks, yep.

Affirmative Universe. 

He doesn't know what to do and Stiles isn't here to ask, so he waves a confused (and maybe amused and bemused) arm in the air and says, “Derek, what the hell is going on? Have we travelled to an Affirmative Universe or something, because—”  

“Don't you mean Alternative Universe?”  

“—you never just, I don't know, don't throw something offensive or at least defensive back at me when I'm talking to you about Stiles. Or, you know, anybody else. Or anything else, come to think of it!”   

Derek now looks, for real, actually scared.

And Scott? Well, Scott is now officially terrified.  

His phone starts ringing and, as it's already in his hand, he just answers it without looking, eyes still fixed on Derek The Imposter. 

“Yooooo, amigo, what's the plan?” 

It's Stiles. Of course it's Stiles. 

Stiles is on the phone and Derek Hale might-probably-definitely have a crush on him, and Scott may or may not be in an Affirmative Universe but can't know for sure and can no longer speak or think or breathe.

“Uh, Scottie? Scottland? Sir Scott-A-Lot? You there, ol’buddy, ol’pal?” 

Derek can obviously hear who is on the other end of the phone. He looks positively constipated, his brows knitting together even tighter than before, tighter than ever before, and his lethal jaw is ticking away like it's being controlled by the World Clock in Berlin that Scott learned about in middle school.

Scott sighs, heavy, like he's seventy years old instead of seventeen.

Derek is now giving his best version of Scott's own speciality Puppy Dog Eyes (something Stiles and Allison always accuse him of), with a definite flavour of please, don't tell…

And Scott wants to cry. Like a baby. Like, throw himself onto the floor and scream and shout and kick his feet in the air. 

Instead, he grits his teeth together like the mature person he is, feeling very firmly smooshed between a best friend-shaped rock and a werewolf-scented hard place. 

Ugh, his life is just so unfair!

He mouths YOU OWE ME to Derek, and Derek's whole body visibly sags with relief. 

Then he takes a deep breath and answers Stiles—who is now chanting ScottieScottieScottieScottieScottieScottieScottie down the phone—with, “Dude, shut up and listen, will you! I think we might have a very real problem with Affirmative Universes!”

[iiluvkiss]

[idlyingabout]

Doggy :D