#sfth fanfic

[iamonlypartlymajestic]

I'm very very slowly but surely writing a Cavendish Family (TPFF) fic

I want to write a 5+1 type fic where different people react to a (late 20s- early 30s-looking) Leyland with his family (early 40s Martha and early 20s Michael). I've only written one POV so far (under the art) and idk when I'll get back to it because I have exams again soon *cries* i just wanted to put it out there in case i don't get to finish it so i hope you enjoy reading it ╮(￣▽￣"")╭ [thanks to the SFTH discord for helping me with ideas]

FANFIC BELOW

Barbara, the department store employee:

“Hey Barb, check that hunk out.” In the middle of counting lipstick tubes, Barbara startles and looks up at her coworker.

“Huh?” Barbara narrows her eyes at Carol from her squat position. Carol had her back to her, resting her arms on the counter facing the rest of the store. Barbara immediately returns to her task, only to realize she had forgotten which row she was on. “Jeez Louise, Carol! You went and made me lose count. Now I have to start all over again.” 

Carol rolls her eyes and grabs Barbara’s upper arm, almost causing her to lose her balance, and directs her away from the back shelves to the front of the counter. Barbara scans the department floor not knowing what’s so special this time. 

Once more, elderly Mrs. Owens hobbles through the fragrance section, gathering an excessive number of blotters. Barbara scrunches her nose at the thought of the overpowering mix of scents that would assault any unsuspecting bystanders nearby. 

A few aisles from the old woman is a gaggle of girls perusing summer dresses. Barbara sighs at the sight, she misses how carefree she was at sixteen. In her scuffed high heels and with her aching back, she’s feeling her 28 years of age. 

Barbara reminds herself to call her mother again tonight (and dreading another talk about the lack of grandchildren) when Carol’s cherry red stiletto-tipped nails grabs her chin and points her face towards the other side of the shop floor. 

She inhales sharply at the sight of a handsome man around her age walking frantically through the aisles of clothes. Even from this distance, it’s easy to see that he had a cute boy-next-door face and thick dirty blonde hair in a longer cut that rather than make him look disheveled, seems to almost tempt you to reach out to push his hair back for him. 

Now he’d be someone you’d want to take home to meet your mother.

“Carol! I think he’s heading towards us!” Barbara shakes her face out of Carol’s grasp and brushes non-existing lint off her uniform. Beside her, Carol turns around and pulls out a compact to check her makeup. 

They just barely finish tidying themselves up when the blonde man reaches their counter with a strained smile. 

Up close, he’s even more dashing. Although he isn’t very tall—in the heels she’s wearing, Barbara estimates she reaches his height already—it’s apparent that he is quite fit under his long-sleeved dress shirt, the fabric contouring around the shape of his biceps. 

Ugh, he even smells good with his Aqua Velva aftershave. 

“Um, hello! Yes, very sorry to bother you.” The man taps nervously on the countertop and clears his throat, “I was just in the middle of looking for a gift for my wife—”

Of course, he’s married. Barbara isn’t ashamed to admit that her enthusiasm waned slightly at the news. 

“—but I seemed to have lost my son.”

Carol gasps loudly, “Oh no! Where was the last place you saw him?” Barbara barely keeps herself from rolling her eyes as Carol places her hand on the man’s forearm and leans even farther over the counter to get closer to him. 

Unfortunately for Carol, the father is too busy panicking about misplacing his son to notice her sad attempts at flirting. 

Barbara clears her throat loudly and not very gently shoulder-checks her coworker to the side, “What’s his name, sir? We can first call him over the intercom. Is he old enough to know what to do if he gets lost?”

“His name’s Michael! Michael Cavendish. Thank you so very much.” He brushes his bangs back from his forehead and chews his bottom lip, “My little boy is very independent, but I just worry so much for him. I’ve already lost him before…and for so long.” He dips his head causing his hair to drop back over his eyes. 

“We’ll call him overhead. And while one of us waits here, the other can help you look for him. Maybe the security personnel may have found him already.” Barbara gives him a sympathetic smile and motions her head to Carol to head to the intercom, “Mr. Cavendish, what’s Michael wearing? So we can ask around if anyone noticed him.”

Mr. Cavendish perks up slightly, “Well he’s wearing a white T-shirt and denim trousers. Oh! And also my old leather jacket.”

Barbara gushes at the idea of a little kid wearing an oversized jacket. “I imagine he looks quite dapper in your jacket.” 

Mr. Cavendish nods rapidly, “Quite so! He’s the most handsome young man around!”

“How old is your son by the way? Is he still in primary school?”

Mr. Cavendish shakes his head, “Oh no, he’s—”

They’re interrupted by Carol, who bats her eyes toward him and says, “I can help you look for him around the store, Sir.” 

Barbara stares at her shameless coworker in disbelief, Carol has the gall to even brush her fingers along her sprayed updo, flirtatiously. 

Mr. Cavendish turns toward Barbara with pleading eyes.

Barbara smiles awkwardly in return, “Carol, I can help him. He’s already told me what Michael looks like.” Barbara waves towards the back, “And maybe if Michael comes here, he would recognize your voice from the overhead.”

Carol narrows her eyes, “But if you were waiting here, you can continue with inventory. Didn’t you say you were so busy with the counting?”

 Barbara’s jaw drops and she angrily whispers, “There’s a lost child, Carol!” She takes a step closer to the other woman, “We don’t have the—”

“MICHAEL!” 

Both women simultaneously turns toward Mr. Cavendish who rushes away from the counter and to the figure walking casually toward them.

But rather than hugging a little boy, he’s hugging a fully grown man taller than him. The shorter man flutters around “Michael”: cupping his cheeks to check his face and straightening out the leather jacket lining his muscular shoulders. After a solid minute of inspection, Mr. Cavendish places his hands on his hips and looks to be scolding the other man. 

The man—who looks more in place cruising dive bars with his roughed-up leather jacket and scruffy facial hair than here in the women’s section of a high-end department store—takes the chiding with no argument, his hand gripping the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

Both women stare in bafflement as Mr. Cavendish latches himself onto the man’s arm and drags him to their counter. 

“I’m so, so sorry for all of the trouble!” Keeping one hand clutched to the fabric of Michael’s jacket, he gives both employees a handshake, “Thank you so much for your help. And sorry about him, he's been a troublemaker since the day he was born!” His smile widens boyishly. 

Barbara opens her mouth, but can’t find herself able to voice her myriad of questions. 

Michael then speaks up, “I told you I was going to leave the store for a moment to grab something for the bike. I didn’t know you were too busy looking at bags for Mum to not have heard me.”

Mr. Cavendish raises a finger at the other man’s face, “Now don’t take that tone at me, young man.” He quickly drops his hand, however, and sighs, “You had me worried sick!” 

Michael droops his shoulders, “I’m sorry, Dad. I won’t do it again.” Barbara thinks his hangdog look is comical with his large intimidating build, but Mr. Cavendish falls for it immediately and hugs him. 

“That’s all right, son. I was just frightened, I’m not angry with you.” Mr. Cavendish gives Michael a pat on the back and they walk off, holding hands. “Just help me choose from the few I picked and we’ll go and get some ice cream! Would you like that?”

Barbara, rooted at her spot, watches them until they once again disappear amongst the racks of clothes and accessories.

She hums. 

Carol opens her mouth, “What the hell—”

“Nope!” Barbara pivots her black pumps and heads back to her shelves of cosmetics, “I’m going back to counting lipsticks.”

[i-may-be-an-emu]

SFTH FIC MASTERLIST

Hi everyone, firstly I’m so sorry for having not updated the fic list in so long- I feel so bad about it, but I’ve come up with a solution!

the links just. stopped formatting properly. after a while, and there are honestly so many part 1,2,3 ect’s to keep track of and link, as well as keeping the number of fics somewhat accurate down the bottom.

I also have a masterlist of fics on the discord, but it’s on a google doc and I don’t feel quite right about sharing that doc publicly online as I know some people could be using their personal emails ect, so I’ve made a copy and will update both of these. (So it’s the same just two different docs)

Note: This list does not have rpf on it. The rpf tends to not get hidden in the search results. If you filter the search “shoot from the hip” by “date updated” or “date posted” you’ll be able to find it, and if you still can’t, further narrow your search down by filtering characters.

Anyway, here is the list!!!! I will keep the old list linked in my pinned post but it will no longer be updated.

(I will keep this list updated)

its view only, and if it helps I actually can’t see peoples emails or who’s viewing this doc on my phone which is what I use 98% of the time. Other people might be able to if you’re logged in so just keep that in mind.

Again I’m very sorry for the three weeks or so that i haven’t updated the list for, but I think this is the best solution :)

Also I just wanted to say I love this fandom so much ❤️

[farraday-yes]

I inflicted this in the discord so I will inflict it on Tumblr as well: SFTH Character Ghost Hunting Show AU

(Brought to you by a Phasmophobia stream I recently watched)

The working cast is

Titch (TUA) - the skeptic/host

Derek (TUA) - camera man

Samantha (Egbert’s Wife, TLW) - resident medium

Jimmy (TSP) - scaredy cat/intern

Older!Julian (PoH) - supernatural informationist/other intern

Titch gets away from the family business to run a local history/nature show but ends up turning into a ghost hunting show. He meets Derek as a camera man first. Julian was his first hire followed by Samantha and, recently, Jimmy who is doing a summer internship.

Julian’s play takes place and so does Jimmy’s. After the events of TSP, Jimmy was advised to take a leave of absence. He was originally hired to be a body guard/security specialist but that plan went off the rails. Titch still hired him though since the kid seemed spooked in his own skin.

Samantha’s play doesn’t take place but she still has her family’s weird family values and dynamics. Egbert’s is in the military and Samantha didn’t want the life of a military wife. She left everything and took the first supernatural-esque job because 1) it’s easy money and 2) she’s the most goddamn authentic “medium” then any other schnub they might hire.

Extra shit:

If I ever write this, it would open up in a tour of various haunts in (unspecified country so I can use both European and American sites since space is fake). They’re on episode 10 of this show and every other one was a dud.

Titch ensures the show is 100% honest and talks about things like “that previous house had a gas leak, people ate shrooms near here, this building’s wiring is way out of code.” He does play the skeptic after all.

Jimmy overreacts to everything but he’s also the fan favorite. It also adds a nice comedy to everything.

Samantha is pretty done with everyone. She makes sure Jimmy and Julian don’t get into trouble like the big sister she is.

Julian is a baby duck by Titch’s side and does want to pursue a career in supernatural television (mostly because I love the “TV Show” bit with Father Andrews haha).

Derek is the camera man/video editor. He’s 100% responsible why most of the scenes focus on Titch even if he’s not the main focus of the shot. That’s why he makes sure he’s the editor so nobody has to see all of that.

Now their show is nearly the end of its current run and no actual supernatural stuff. (Though Samantha was very insistent there were some in Episode 3.) Episode 10’s stop?

The Langbrook Manor, home to the mysterious deaths of the Langbrook family and the equally mysterious disappearance of the previous Lady, Annabelle.

Their “no supernatural” streak ends there.

This has been on my thoughts all night.

[timey-acey222]

FINALLY me and kade locked in and managed to post it. introducing suffer little children :3

kade wrote chapter 1!!! what a talented guy he is

@rubber-glovs

[friendofthesharks]

I wrote this fic like three months ago, and since this blog is basically just a place for all the SFTH-related stuff I create, I thought i'd post it here. so have some bubbamiah friends to lovers.

[ailendolin]

Future Dreams - A SFTH Fic

Characters: Derek/Titch, Johnny, Janae & Lady Margaery

Chapter: 6/6 - Complete

Summary: 5 times Johnny goes to Titch after seeing the future in his dreams and 1 time Lady Margaery finds out about the dreams and tries to help.

“Sometimes, my dreams come true,” Johnny explained after a moment of hesitation, nervously wringing his hands. “Mu-Mummy never really believed me, not even after the car crashed into our house and destroyed the whole East wing like I said it would.”He shuddered at the memory and hunched in on himself, making himself look smaller and younger than he truly was. Titch’s chest tightened in sympathy.“I believe you,” he told Johnny in a tone that left no room for doubt.

Read here

[sfth-fanpage]

Another Andre x Xavier fic!!

Please check the tags this one is... Different to the last

[i-may-be-an-emu]

WOAH this is awesome I had no idea that this was something that could be done on ao3!!

Great job!!

All SFTH fics on Ao3

Heavily inspired by @i-may-be-an-emu 's fic masterlist. The link should take you to an Ao3 page with Every Other british comedy rpf work filtered out (except those improperly and very vaguely tagged.)

This took so long and its 2am and i have school tomorrow. oops...

[corporealchaos]

My friends: Do you have any weekend plans?

Me: I'm watching a play! It's my first time seeing it, but I've heard good things.

The play:

[thenightshadowqueen]

I get that a lot of us ship Ashen and Lukas and I’m totally here for that but I feel like there’s so much poly potential for the four of them and we don’t discuss that enough.

Like, I’m rewatching the first Bittersweetheart stream right now, and before they’ve even left the dungeon, Ashen has had chemistry with Daemys—and don’t fucking get me started on how much heartbreaking potential that has—and Falmouth has asked if Ashen is single. (Granted, I think that was Tom making a joke, but I’m choosing to interpret it in character for the sake of this post.)

So… yeah, I think I’ve expanded my shipping of Ashen and Lukas to encompass Falmouth and Daemys, too.

[iamonlypartlymajestic]

Fanart for fanfic, "dearest" by letsbesharkfriends

"In which Tom wears a ring for decorative purposes and proposes to AJ with it during a scene."

Comic of an adorable scene from "dearest" by @letsbesharkfriends I can't count how many times I've reread this story

Also, shout out to @trashdumper. Their beautiful Tom and AJ art is the reason why I looked up fanfic in the first place lol

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I LOVE HANDWRITTEN FANFICTION SO MUCH IT MAKES ME FEEL THINGS LIKE WOAH THIS IS A PHYSICAL HANDWRITTEN TANGIBLE THING THAT SOMEONE MADE (THAT YOU MADE!!!) AND AGGHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT THIS IS SO SWEET AND SO CUTE HONESTLY MY TWO FAVOURITE SHIPS AND AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

ALSO BUBBA NOT GETTING A NAME MADE ME CLAMP MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH IN SHOCK BECAUSE OW OH MY GOSH THATS SO SAD I LOVE IT

AND THE FRILLY PINK APRON WAS SO CUTEEEEE AND TICH FEELING ALL GRUMPY AND STRESSED ABOUT COOKING AND DEREK JUST. DOING IT FOR HIM.

WHAT IF I NUST CURLED UP INTO A BALL AND SOBBED /POS

More hand-written fanfiction! (ft. a bubbamiah fic that I impulsively started working on during class and I feel bad for because I'll have to abandon it so that I can finally finish chapter 3 of To be in Love)

[i-may-be-an-emu]

SFTH Fanfiction Masterlist

#41. Divorces And Teddy Bears

Full masterlist here

[farraday-yes]

I rewatched that Puppets SFTH where Tom and Luke play a scene in a strip club and I look at and think:

Now how can I fit this into a Donnie and Frankie fic?

Because I can imagine Diamond being very intuitive and playful. Mackenzie seems to be very understanding and secure in himself. (He quite quickly and unapologetically joined Diamond on the pole, presumably okay with also being a stripper??)

The very thick pole (not a euphemism) is a pine wood pole from the dear Christmas Bandits.

I’m thinking, like, pseudo parents? Donnie’s sensitive about being a man and I think Mackenzie could help him with that. Frankie’s the type to work himself to the bone and I think Diamond would make sure he got breaks. It’s like a little family in this neon strip joint lol. Reggie’s the cranky old grandpa, obviously.

[kelpseahorse]

My first posted sfth fanfic! It's Clarissa's DIY Wedding told from the perspective of Amanda! It's short right now, but I plan on adding a lot!

Find the fic here!

[sfth-fanpage]

I wrote a SFTH crackfic

Please enjoy. I will defend Xavier x Andre to the grave.