#pia writes ?!

[doeeyeseddie]

your shoulders brush (no proof, one touch)

“It’s not funny,” Buck whines. “I just thought– we have– were having a good time together. And he’s been so great through the whole figuring myself out, he made me feel so, um, so secure in my sexuality, you know?” “Well, you’re not any less bisexual if you’re not dating him,” Eddie shrugs. “So I guess he didn’t feel the same way, then?” “Kind of?” Buck turns on the couch and pulls one of his legs up. His knee nudges Eddie’s thigh, and Eddie is suddenly very aware that he’s not wearing pants. ~ a coda to 8x06

1.1k, rated G [read on ao3]

[fierytrash]

[blooberry-bagel]

winter home life w mattheo

headcanons of modern!au matty riddle since i clearly cannot envision slytherin boys within hogwarts (at least not right now haha)

⤿ baking cookies w mattheo:

- he would have the biggest sweet tooth and insist on making sugar cookies w you

- unfortunately, you're in the middle of prep for your gingerbread house making afternoon w the girlies

- rolling out the dough to eventually cut out and throw into the oven, mattheo wraps his arms around your waist from behind, moving along with your movements.

- three hours until your friends arrive, including cooling time and icing prep. u have no time to waste and cannot afford to be distracted by your boyfriend's (loving) neediness

- "but just picture us decorating little reindeer cookies, babe," he would whine

- "mattheo do you not see that im a bit preoccupied right now. we can make sugar cookies another day."

- "tomorrow?"

- you sigh, giving in, "fine. tomorrow."

- he smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek and walks off, satisfied.

- "can't wait!" you hear him say from the other room.

⤿ ice skating w mattheo:

- he'd be freakishly good for some odd reason

- and make you guys come with friends so that he could show off skate on his own for a bit

- imagine him leisurely gliding across the ice with his hands tucked into his black wool trenchcoat's pockets, perfect hair flowing from the wind of his swiftness

- and then you're hobbling your way around, holding a death grip onto your friends' arms

- draco and theodore (bless them) would wince at every little movement you pull, scared you'd fall and they would have to face mattheo's wrath for the unsaid task of keeping u from getting hurt

- but mattheo would take both your hands and pull you around the ice, gracefully skating backwards at speeds you were apprehensive of at first, then eventually giving into the thrill of it

- there'd be classic side-by-side skating as well, but mattheo wouldn't mind your death grip because he's always got his girl's back

⤿ watching movies w mattheo:

- chocolate, popcorn, candies, hot chocolate, various other junk food, all sprawled across your apartment's coffee table

- you're absolutely zoned into what thousandth xmas movie you decided to play on the television this december

- mattheo is right there under the same blanket, snuggling your body into the crook of his arm

- he's not paying much attention to the movie as he doesn't find them all too amusing, but likes being with you

- so if he has to cuddle on the couch with your attention elsewhere for 2 hours, then on the couch he will be.

- that's not to say he doesn't secretly have his favourite movies... and sometimes he does pay attention to what you're watching,

- but he's more interested in spending time with you than some remake of a remake

- snuggling deeper into his hold, he kisses the top of your hair

- you go to wrap an arm around his torso and he pets your hair

⤿ building a snowman together:

- very determined on working your plan into fruition, you're building a sweat through the 4 layers of clothing you bundled on beforehand

- pushing balls of snow this way and that, packing bald areas with more snow, and smoothing out the edges into a rounded surface, mattheo watches you in amusement with his hands in his pockets and mouth tucked into his scarf

- "matty won't you please help me?" u heave, sitting into the snow with a loud plop.

- "oh but babe, you're doing so well already, I'd only interfere," he crouches to your level and gives your red nose a kiss

- "yeah and it's taking a lot of work"

- "yet you still look so cute," he grins at you, standing back up.

- grumbling your way back into an upright position, you get back to work on your snowman.

- but poor you didnt notice mattheo packing his own ball of snow, that is until you turn around and it's hurtled right into your face.

- "MATTHEO–"

- you hastily brush off the cold powder and run after him now

- he tries to escape but falls and you tackle him

- you're just giggling at each other until a truce is decided and you go inside

- unfinished snowman long forgotten

[controlledhues]

he do be smelling like wet dog rn

[complementaryhalves]

and the stars, they all aligned

11k | lando/max, lando/oscar, lando & max & oscar

informal post-zandvoort winner's room or, hot sex between friends, uncertain cuckolding and ridiculous safe words

[oopsallmabari]

girl help i can't consider writing a fic about pia when i've already got a longfic to work on and if i did touch veilguard associated w that longfic it should arguably be with jim. girl help. noooooo

[encrucijada]

hear me out: au where luke, thalia & annabeth are bitten by lykaon's pack and become werewolves 🐺

[croissant-enthusiast]

Wollsocken und Zigaretten (und warme Umarmungen im Abendlicht)

Hey besties, es ist fanfiction Zeit!

Ich hab eine Pia/Esther fanfiction aus meinen Docs gekramt, die ich letztes Jahr im März geschrieben habe, love here, please read her!

Danke @starlighnes für's beta lesen und pressuren, I needed that! <3

5.6k Wörter, T-rated, keine Warnungen.

Esthers Augen sind wieder auf Pia gerichtet, wie sie da mit ihrer Kaffeetasse steht, das Gesicht voller Sommersprosse, die Augenlider schon schwer, obwohl es erst kurz vor eins ist. Sie muss aufpassen, dass ihr Blick nicht zu liebevoll wird. “Was ist denn hier los?” fragt Leo dann. Esther schaut zu ihm und sieht, dass er die Akte runter genommen hat und die beiden anblinzelt. “Wieso, was soll sein?” fragt Pia zurück. “Ihr steht da so,” erklärt Leo und gestikuliert mit der Akte in ihre Richtung, als ob das irgendwas erklärt. Esthers Mundwinkel zuckt. “Wie denn?” *** Esther und Pia sind zusammen, Adam und Leo spekulieren.

Den Link findet ihr im Reblog!

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 6: Conditioning / Mind control / Forced to hurt someone else Characters: The Psychic 7 Warnings: Brief mention of animal death Summary: Everyone was giving their all, and yet Ford could hardly bring himself to move.

His shaking hand was outstretched before him.

Otto had frozen the water; it hadn't given them the advantage they'd hoped for. Somehow L--Mal--she was stronger than they could have ever imagined.

Please, Ford thought. I can't.

She was cackling as she destroyed Cassie's book, striking her in the face with the water that moved through it.

Ford's heart wrenched, distantly. While some small part of him remembered the hours she had poured into that speech, his eyes were still on her.

Don't make me do this, please.

There was Helmut's monologue, which had brought all of them--including Helmut himself--to tears when they'd all first heard it. It nearly brought her back, and Ford's heart had leaped, but then something snapped within her, and she lashed out even harder.

Ford's hands still shook.

Compton's animals were taken out in a flood. He'd spent all his energy rallying them, all for naught. The animals washed out over the frozen lake, some fleeing, some lying still and quiet.

Why did it have to come to this?

"Ford!" Otto cried out over the wind and raging water. "Do something!"

His hands were shaking.

In the absence of his actions, Bob threw his everything into the fight, summoning plants from beneath the depths. He fought hard, but she fought harder, and a giant, angry wave and watery claw swept at him.

Ford stopped breathing.

"BOB!" "NO!" "DO SOMETHING!"

Before he could think, Helmut flung himself in the way of the watery forms, which sent him crashing clear through the ice.

Ford remembered reaching down with telekinesis, and bringing up nothing. The next thing he knew, the air was full of noise that he could not hear--shouting and screaming and wailing all crashing together into a hellish radio static as he stared into the hole in the ice.

But the fighting had stopped.

Slowly Ford looked up, and he met her eyes, and he could see it--that fleeting flash of horror, regret, agony.

It was gone in an instant, like a raindrop in the sea.

And then she was grinning, eyes wide and manic, rushing toward them on an icy wave.

As much as his heart ached, he knew what he had to do.

I'm sorry, Lucretia.

Charging an agonized psi-blast, Ford ran to fight her.

[sage-basil]

"After Akiba, Silver Sword carves a place for themselves in Susukino. These are vignettes of that time."

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yaay new loghora fic yaay. smileee. thank you very much for checking it out

[doeeyeseddie]

i'll come to you and drop my bags (you'll help me unpack them)

eddie has some important conversations via text over the course of the worst(?) summer of his life. ~ written for week 1 of @summerofbuddie: "mixed media"

buddie and eddie & christopher, rated G, 5k

[read on ao3]

[fierytrash]

I could swear I had written next chapter completely but I can't find it????? I'm going to cry

[not-poignant]

Have you been surprised by the popularity of any of your characters? Characters you weren’t sure would catch on but became loved?

Anon, I've been surprised by the popularity of nearly all of my characters.

Augus and Gwyn started out as side "throwaway" OCs in a fanfic because I needed an Unseelie and Seelie representative.

And like, *gestures to all of Fae Tales* - That wasn't a plan! That wasn't meant to be a thing!!

And then, Ash was meant to be a throwaway foil to his brother and *gestures wildly at Ash*

And then like, Efnisien literally gets killed before we even meet him in Game Theory and *gestures to all of everything re: Falling Falling Stars and Underline the Rainbow*

And then also Dr Gary wasn't even supposed to have proper chapters in Falling Falling Stars and *gestures so wildly at that story and Underline and then screeches like a dinosaur*

Seriously none of my original writing on AO3 would exist if it wasn't for two throwaway OCs in a fanfic gaining popularity and getting so many questions about them from the most wonderful anons and readers that eventually I had to take them more seriously to the point that I finally had enough to write a story.

And even THEN it was only supposed to be 3 chapters of hatefucking.

My original writing career can be defined by just saying 'OH OOPS' in more extreme ways each time.

It's gotten to the point where I'm truly tempted to introduce characters from new worlds upcoming as side characters in current worlds lmao, because I feel this is a bizarre skill I have and didn't know I had until one day I was like 'wait.'

[blooberry-bagel]

lil something

i wanted to try slowly writing again so here goes! + a happiest birthday to @suugarbabe , one of the greatest writers on this whole site 😁⭐

"is this for me?" + prefects' bathroom + present/gift

apart from schoolwork, there's nothing that you take more seriously than your rest. after all, the saying goes work hard, play hard. or in this case, look-after-yourself hard. usually, time with friends and those closest to you does the trick. but isolation to really focus on getting your mind back on track is the icing. whether that's spending your evening listening to music through your headphones, unwinding in front of the black lake, or taking extra long in the bath, you're virtually untouchable during Me Time.

your boyfriend knows the importance of this time all too well. sweet lorenzo has learned the hard way, often having hangout offers turned down in order for you to spend the night alone. and don't get me wrong - you spend plenty of time with your boyfriend. from library dates to snuggling in front of the slytherin common room fireplace, yall hang out a normal amount of time that any couple would. so it goes without saying that it took a while for enzo to figure out how to give you space. and yet, he also finds a way to wiggle himself in.

one shimmery evening by the lake, the two of you are sitting on a blanket in the early autumn sunset lighting.

you're hard at work on the history of magic paper due in a few days when you notice the sun dipping below the horizon, "enz we should pack up soon."

he glances from his parchment, eyes scanning the view, and hums in agreement before going back to work.

u gently breathe in and let out a soft sigh.

"anyway, i better get my bath running," you add, starting to close your books and stuffing them into your bag.

"wait. love, i have something for you. don't go yet," enzo butts in.

looking over to him, your boyfriend pulls out a little bag with the handles tied together by a ribbon.

you're surprised before remembering to respond, "is this for me?" eyes gleaming, you reach over for a hug.

embracing his arms around you, lorenzo rubs your back and smiles to himself at your flustered state.

"a lil something that can go towards your Me Time"

pecking his lips with a small kiss, you pry open a corner of the bag to peek in.

"i think the shop owner said it was a bomb bath?"

"a bath bomb?" you snicker.

"yes that," he shies.

now in the prefects' bathroom, your bath is drawn to the perfect temperature and the bath bomb has produced the prettiest swirls across the surface of the water.

you dip in, sitting with your head over the rim, relaxing into the steamy air and quiet peace.

"enjoying yourself?" enzo creeps up to the tub, placing a kiss on your cheek.

you hum and turn towards him, who is now sitting on the outside of the bath.

"very much so," you grin.

"thank you for letting me join your Me Time, love," returning the smile.

"don't get too comfortable, pretty boy. this is a one-time thing."

closing words: this came out so short despite how long it took to write😭i hope somebody enjoys it tho ... n a v happy birthday again to sab<33

dividers by @toastray 🤞

[bourbon-ontherocks]

Je suis super curieuse à propos de "Bourbon virus fic" ? 👀

Alright, gonna answer this one in English if you allow me, because even though this WIP was listed under HPI, it basically fits any ship, and I haven't started writing anything anyway 😅

So. The idea was given to me by @ficuscircus who brought to my attention the fact that there exists a Bourbon virus (I mean like for real) which was super ironic considering my pseud here.

Now what's interesting about this virus, beside its excellent name:

There's no treatment for it

Basically it works like a strong flu in like 70-80% of cases and you fully recover. In the 20-30% other cases you die. I'm not kidding.

It spreads through ticks bites (=> see what other ship it would do wonders with?👀)

This is fantastic ground for fic writing. Imagine both characters from your ship starting to develop symptoms after a walk in the wild. They don't KNOW if they're gonna die. There is no fucking treatment, just gotta wait and see. Maybe throw a little quarantine into the mix because we can't take the risk that they might infect other people, who knows if the virus hasn't mutated into a human-to-human form yet.

Oh they're gonna argue. they're gonna cry. they're gonna hug. they're gonna get bored. they're gonna say words they never thought they would say. they're gonna bond. fall in love again if you will. And it seems like they will be fine after all but suddenly one of them's health worsens overnight and the other almost dies from anguish. Etc etc etc.

Please tell me this wouldn't be delicious. Anyway, it's not technically a WIP since I haven't written down anything, and don't really plan to at the moment, but it's a fun idea to toy with!

WIP asks

[controlledhues]

/ / tje urge to draw and post more mel

vs the urge to actually write stuff in here so it doesn't become an art blog