#possible fic

[rinasdigitaljournal]

journal entry 02: caitvi modern au drabble

book-bar owner vi who inherited the place from her father and despite not really knowing how to manage a bar, the one thing she can manage was a bookstore. it was a little dream of hers that she had when she was young and bright, hoping that she could one day bring her family and friends out of the impoverished and rotting place they called home but alas fate had a different plan for her. it didn’t matter though, transforming the bar into a half of a book store was hard but with the grumbles of a few friends and neighbors, the results spoke for themselves.

not only was it like her visions, powder's graphic art was proudly displayed for everyone to see and with the brilliance of ekko’s mind, his light fixtures truly brightened the place. it was a dream come true, there were more than enough donation of books (some stolen but hey, who gives a fuck?). the store was a hit with kids and adults. vi took great pride in having a place of refuge for the kids who needed an escape from it, something vi wished she had when she was younger.

the place was loved in their neighborhood but the wealthy elites who were trying to demolish their homes didn’t like that they were hearing rumors of an upcoming spot. so some knuckle heads decided to come and pick a fight with the local teens in her establishment, yea ain’t happening. as she was two steps and one knuckle away from throwing them out with a few bruises, a pretty lady-cop decided to interfere.

now if vi was in the right state of mind, she would’ve cursed the girl out for getting in business that had nothing to do with her. maybe even thrown a punch her way depending on her mood.

but the cop just had to turn around and look like that.

blue hair that fell in soft waves out of her face, deep and lush that made vi wonder if it felt as soft as it looked. the cops physique was a stunner, the slimness of her curves and the way her breasts were practically fighting out of her shirt? yea, vi had a bit back a “damn” as she coughed, finally daring to look up at the woman and to meet stern yet ablaze eyes meet her own.

at some point in vi’s obvious gawking, the knuckleheads scurried off to go harass someone else and she could see the cop talking to her but she wasn’t listening. she was in fact staring at her lips, plump with a light pink tint and as she spoke vi could make out the little gap in her teeth. vi pretended that she was paying attention, nodding along in five second intervals as she walked around the cop. just taking a peek, is what she rationalized in her head, while she asked for the cops name. as her eyes combed the woman's back and lower body, she didn’t mean for the whistle to come out but when it did the cop didn’t necessarily hate it. not by the way she was blushing and whispered shyly,

"caitlyn kiramman."

[moolah-moolah]

I might just make a Captain Caviar x Mermaid/Siren reader fic thing. So if you know anything about his character please tell me! Tips are always appreciated!♡♡

(Obviously I'll do this when I'm not as busy because I got shit to deal with irl😭 ugh, I hate having to put my big girl pants on)

[dutchessofcaladan]

Might post my first fic here...

I'm pretty on the fence about it but I might work up the courage to post it. It's a Ghostbusters sequel set a few years after Frozen Empire. The MC is an OC I created for Afterlife and Frozen Empire. Her name's Alexis Venkman (Peter's daughter).

Here's a description:

"When the spirit of Sumerian sorceress Ahassunu, daughter of Vigo, possesses Alexis, the Ghostbusters must band together to determine the fate of the world"

Anyway, I might post it, I might chicken out and it'll never see the light of day.

Who knows...

[duckies27]

Guess what, new poll Bois

Depending on what happens next week will change what I actually do angst wise but yayyyy!!!! More angst!!!!

Art will come out no matter what, mainly of *that* scene, y'know the one

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

I might need to just. Write a fic about Katniss and Peeta having toastbabies. The level of feelings I have about them almost demand it.

Problem is I don't even know If I have the skill to get across just the level of longing and want they'd have and the total terror and fear that made wanting them impossible for so long. It is such heavy mix of emotions I think they'd have I doubt it's within my ability to write decently.

Don't know ya'll. I just want so badly to see this depth of how much Katniss wants children, too that I can't be convinced she didn't have.

[callalillywrites]

Well, crap, I may have come up with something a bit angsty but no less sweet for Stucky that could come before the next piece I'm trying to write for them. Not that I really need more WIPs, but the story is really tempting...

[iamthemess]

Chuuya would get a border collie.

[justelib]

Dying to write a Sirius blacks child Fic, where they were with Harry’s parents on Halloween and in a desperate attempt to save her son and herself, along with James, she tells Voldemort that he can take sirius’ child instead, in which Voldemort is absolutely disgusted and takes the child with him, knocking the mother and son out, as James was already down in the lounge and Voldemort raised the kid himself. She lies to Sirius, telling him that Voldemort killed his child and left before the ministry could arrive.

Sirius believes her, doesn’t go to find his daughter, starts a new life with Remus and his child, and applies to be the astronomy professor at hogwarts.

And in The child third (?) year, all the marauders are somehow sitting at the teachers table.

And that where the hell begins.

(If i did do that, the love interest is undecided, but I am an absolute sucker for angst father Sirius black!)

(In which the dark side, Aka, death eaters and blood supremacist believe that their children should be raised happy and healthily and never dared to lay their hand on them. With the exception of Sirius parents because I absolutely hate them- and it’s kind of a ‘not everything is black and white’ and that there isn’t just good and evil. Lots of Dumbledore slander -as always, him as a character is so well written, which makes me love him but also hate him because of the kind of person he is.- most death eaters are still blood supremacist and it’s kind of just a Chaotic AU right now,)

I absolutely love Lily but this suddenly just popped in my head for some reason.

[bl3ssed-cursxd]

Ok so o haven't written anything on ao3 yet but i might write a oneshot, A WHOLESOME ONE abt sung jun & sung hoon so when if that comes out ill link it here bc we need more ✨

[wileycap]

AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

[readwritealldayallnight]

(18+ MDNI)

As far as roommates go, Simon Riley isn’t a bad one to live with

Rarely in the flat, gone for weeks at a time, you sometimes forgot you even shared the rent with someone when you first moved in

And when he is around, he keeps out of your way, tidies up after himself, will offer to run to the shop when you’re running low on something for tonight’s dinner

All in all, you get along well

Especially after a few months go by, and he starts sinking his cock into you whenever he’s home

Every chance he gets, he’s got your ankles resting over his shoulders, or your legs locked around his waist, or your tits in his mouth, or your ass squeezed between his fingers or your hips against his as he bounces you or-

Once he’s had his first taste, Simon is insatiable, never not fucking you every opportunity he gets

He has you feeling like you’re on top of the world, while simultaneously about to tip over the edge of it at any moment

Your time spent together consists of bursts of pleasure and passion tangled together in a mess of limbs and lips, visions of scars and tattoos clouding your dreams at night

And while these rendezvous consist strictly of an outlet for stress, a means to an end that leaves you both more than satisfied, you can’t help the slowly blossoming feelings growing in your chest that whisper to you that you might mean something more to him, that you might just be something more to Simon

It’s on one such occasion, while Simon is balls deep inside you, about to put an end to his teasing and let you finally cum on his cock, when reality slaps you hard across the face

Your moans and whines, his grunts and gasps, combined with the sounds of skin slapping repeatedly, are nearly loud enough to drown out the ill-fated sound of his cell phone ringing from the pocket of his discarded jeans

“Simon, please! I- I’m so- Si, I’m close, I’m close! I’m gon-” You moan into his ear, ankles locked tight around his waist and fingernails scratching at the exposed skin of his back, pleading with him to deliver you the ecstasy you’ve been promised

Your begging comes to a stop however, when his own movements halt entirely, hips stilling against yours as pauses, looking back into your eyes though his mind is obviously suddenly elsewhere

“What are y-”

“Shh.” He shushes you all too quickly, just in time for the faint ring of his phone to reach both your ears

“Simon, wait. No! Can’t we-”

“That’s gonna be work.” He grunts out, sweaty palms slipping down your thighs towards your calves to try and disentangle himself from you

“So? It can’t wait 60 seconds? We were about to-”

“Doesn’ matter.”

“Are- are you serious right now?” You question, stunned by his reaction. In all the months you and Simon have been falling into bed together, he’s never told you what his work is, and you’ve learned not to ask him anymore

He pays his rent on time and contributes to the grocery runs, how he earns his money hasn’t been any of your business thus far, but it’s certainly never gotten in the way of your escapades before

Simon’s apparently decided he doesn’t need to entertain you with a response, because he’s pulling himself out or your embrace without a word, standing off the bed and pulling his cell out of his haphazardly thrown pants before the ringer ends

“Simon! What kind of job-”

“Alrigh’?” Is all he says into the phone, nodding along momentarily to whoever is on the other line, before he’s affirming something or another and hanging up, tugging his pants back on without so much as a glance back at your naked form sprawled out on the bed in shock

“Simon-”

“See ye when I’m back, birdie.”

And with that, Simon is out of your room, out of the flat, out of your life for who knows how long, a reoccurring event you should have grown used to by now, but never has he left you high and dry like this before

That was the day you learned, as special as you might feel when Simon is grinding against you, caressing your skin and grunting sweet nothings into your ear, you were not Simon’s priority

You would always come second

[bixels]

archive of our own is such an interesting site because it's supposed to be the big cool fanfiction site of the internet but how does super smash bros have less than 5,000 fics. how does rika x geeta pokemon have only 113 fics.

[duckies27]

So uh

Uh

I want to write some season 2 fan fic but I'm a) only 8 episodes in and b) have some batshit headcannons so I need to make a quick poll

Limited time offer my brain has many ideas

[yallstar]

hehe more fic art - this time for chapter 2 of differential burdens in displacement

(finding out sweetmilk has anise in it gave me the delightful headcanon that jayce's attempt at an indirect kiss comes back to bite him)

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: Hi, am I speaking to Petter Todd?

Jason: Yes. What is this regarding?

Danny: I saw your posting online for the house for rent, and I was wondering if it was still available?

Jason: Yes, it is. Can you tell me a little about yourself?

Danny: Sure. I'm a second year college student. I make about - I'm sorry, was that a gunshot?

Jason: No ,*bang bang* I live near a fireworks testing center.

Danny: .....okay anyway, I-

Goon: Boss we're surrounded!

Jason: I'm going to have to call you back Danny. Is this a good number?

Danny: Um yeah.

Enemy goon shouting: I'll kill you Red Hood!

Jason: *hangs up*

Danny staring at his phone in horror: I never told him my name.

Jazz: I told you the listing was too good to be true. Now we have Red Hood on our asses.

Danny crying: I'm sorry I have shit credit, Jazz. Not all of us knew to get a low limit secured credit card at 16!

[anonymous-existences]

Random DCxDP Prompt/Thought #2

Jason Finds a Notebook in Danny's drawer, Big Capital letters on its cover written as 'Labels', He raises an eyebrow as he inspects and opens the notebook. "What's this about??" He asked, Turning his head to Danny before reading the text. "Oh that's my nicknames for people cuz I tend to forget names a lot." Danny shrugged nonchalantly as Jason flipped through the pages.

He stared dead silent for a moment at his name and it's 'labels', blinking in disbelief. "WHY DO YOU HAVE ME AS 'ANGER ISSUES', 'FUNNIER THAN JOKER', AND 'HE WHO PROBABLY HAS A FURSONA'?!" Jason read the other labels in disbelief.

His gaze landing on Bruce's 'labels', barking out a laugh as he read the first one out loud. " YOU HAVE B AS 'AUTISM SPECTRUM'?!" He yelled out with a wide amused grin, Danny laughing softly, "I mean... Just look at him..." Danny shrugged making Jason laugh out even more.