#tj writes fanfic

[starlightoffandoms]

Dean's a nurse who moonlights saving people off the record who can't afford medical assistance any other way. One night he gets blindfolded and taken to help save a man's life. That man is the crime boss Castiel Dmitri. Dean's life turns interesting when Castiel decides he wants more from Dean.

Start reading the fic here!

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

IDs in alt

A fan-edit project of what an in-universe zine might look like. What would get passed around by all the little people trying to keep their Spartans going?

[thunderjackal]

are we just going to ignore that 'when the drumbot misses his first beat' COULD BE ABOUT HIS HEART?? NOT HIS DRUMS????

had this revalation and had to write something about it immediantly, this is just the intro the rest is on a03

The drumbot knows exactly what it means when he pauses for a moment, breath hitched in synthetic lungs. He knows exactly what it means when he realises the absence of the ever present beat in his chest, the only thing really keeping him tied to his soul. It is only a beat, one beat, one second. Yet it is one beat that is missed. He knows he is dying, that his heart will slow, and in the end? He'll be left a metal husk, no longer even a shell of the man he once was, for he'd lost that long ago. It was only a matter of time really, all things must end. A heart can only take so much.

He considered the violent and fiery deaths that would become of those he called friends, their mechanisms failing them once and for all. Engineered lungs scorched by blackened fumes, wires ripped and torn from cybernetic wings, biomechanical heart pierced straight through, robotic eyes shattered, synthetic brain deprived of its precious oxygen, bionic arm ripped from its socket, wooden body abandoned by the soul.

All pointless, all inevitable. All deaths that amounted to nothing, and he was sure his would be the same.

[purplenickel]

Who wants to read Green Creek boys fic? I'll just put it here for yall these are both post brothersong

[tjisntnice]

I fuck myself over and over (1961)

stabbing, drug use

Darry walked into the cold evening, glancing around him to make sure no one was watching, before pulling out a cigarette.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure where he was going. Paul was busy with his parents, and Hudson had told him about this new girlfriend he had over today.

Darry looked over his shoulder when he noticed the car following him. It was a red mustang. A Soc car. Darry moved to the side of the road, wishing he had Paul with him. No one messed with him when he had Paul. The guys normally left Darry alone. It didn’t feel great, knowing they only liked him because of Paul, but whatever.

The mustang got closer, and Darry moved further. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. He grabbed the switchblade in his pocket, ready to use it if necessary. He looked behind him again when he heard the car speed up. Sighing in relief when it passed him, Darry loosened his hold on his switchblade. Glancing down to kick a rock in front of him, Darry paused when he heard the motor stop.

Looking up, Darry saw the mustang now ahead of him. It had taken a sharp right, blocking Darry’s way. Darry took a sharp breath, relief replaced with fear. 3 guys came out of the car, none of which Darry recognized.

He backed up, preparing to make a run for it. But before he could try, one of the guys had a hold of his arms, tugging backwards so Darry lost his footing.

Darry grunted as he fell, cursing under his breath. Darry snapped his eyes open, not noticing that they fell closed, when he heard the familiar sound of a switchblade opening. He doubled his efforts in fighting, trying to wiggle out of the guy's grasp or at least get his own blade.

It hit Darry that these boys weren't the ones from school, they were older. College guys. He could smell the booze on them, could hear the way they were slurring their words.

“Looks like we caught a grease.” One of the guys said, a sneer forming on his face. He was the one with the blade.

Darry glared at him, briefly thinking about spitting in his face. Another glance at the blade told him not to.

One of the guys grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Darry gasped, clenching his jaw.

Now, with one guy holding arms back, one holding head, and the last one in front of him, Darry was completely vulnerable.

“Hit him, James!” The guy behind him said. James grinned at him, before reeling his empty fist back and striking Darry in the diaphragm. Darry gasped, body folding into itself. They finally let go of his head and Darry looked down, coughing. He barely got a glimpse of the blade before it was plunged into his stomach.

Sucking in a breath, Darry was finally allowed to collapse onto the sidewalk. The boys walked back to their car, laughing and stumbling.

Darry lifted himself up, groaning in pain. Sitting up, he placed his hand over the stab wound and pressed down. Gasping slightly at the new wave of pain the action brought, Darry closed his eyes and tried to figure out what to do.

He could go to Paul’s house and risk being kicked out. Or, he could go back home and risk worrying his parents.

Or he could go to Hudson.

Darry hated to bother him when he already does so much, but he didn’t seem to have a choice. His house was closest and Darry was losing a lot of blood real fast.

Inhaling, Darry used his free hand to push himself off the ground. He exhaled once he was standing up right, grimincing when he felt the wound start to throb in pain. Hudson’s house was about a half a mile away.

Taking another deep breath, Darry began the long walk (stumble) to the house.

After a tiring, slow paced walk, Darry finally got to the doorstep of Hudson’s place. Breathing heavily, Darry brought his fist to the door. Knocking, he heard the shuffling of feet inside, muffled voices of two people. Before Darry could change his mind and walk away, the door opened.

“Darlin’?” Said the southern accent Darry has grown to love. Darry couldn’t help it, he let out a low whimper, his body crashing down onto Hudson.

Hudson grunted under Darry weight, looking at him curiously before grabbing him by the upper shoulders and dragging him inside.

“Who’s the wet dog?” The girl on the couch asked. Hudson glared at her, hauling Darry onto the armchair by the door. Darry groaned as the movement agitated his wound. He turned to the side and finally allowed himself to throw up.

When Darry was done, Hudson left to go get some cleaning supplies. Darry groaned in his spot on the chair, turning his head to cough up what he hoped wasn't blood. Though judging by the sound the girl made, it probably was.

Breathing heavily, Darry took in the girl. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and clearly high out of her mind. Darry traveled his eyes to her arm and saw that she hadn’t bothered to take the belt off it yet. She was pretty, a clear Soc girl. The thought made Darry's stomach turn.

“Fuck you staring at, mutt?” She sneered. Darry averted his eyes.

“Nothin’” He mumbled, praying for Hudson's return.

And as if God was real, Hudson turned the corner to the living room. Darry perked up, glad to not be alone with the girl.

“You gonna puke anymore?” Hudson asked, bending down to clean up the mess. He paused at the sight of blood, before going back to the task on hand. Darry groaned, coughing.

“No, but I'm still bleedin’ out.” He hissed. Hudson looked up, raising his eyebrows. Seeming to finally notice the wound, Hudson started cussing.

“Shit! Why didn’t ya mention that?!” He yelled, startling both Darry and the girl.

“I thought you knew!” Darry shouted back, startled by the change of events. Hudson abandoned the cleaning, running to get first aid.

“Damnit kid, thought you knew better than that.” Hudson was muttering, walking back in. Darry didn’t get the chance to reply when Hudson came to him and yanked his shirt up.

“Shit!” Darry swore, throwing his head back. Hudson muttered an apology.

Darry kept his eyes on the mystery girl the entire time Hudson spent stitching him up. He tried not to grimace or let the tears fall, and she was nice enough to keep eye contact with him.

“Alright darling, all done.” Hudson said, standing up. Darry breathed out a sigh of relief.

Collecting the medical materials, Hudson walked out the room.

“You okay, kid?” The girl asked. Darry let his eyes focus on her before nodding and allowing his head to fall back. Hudson came back holding a small bag.

“Take this.” He instructed Darry, handing him a small tablet from the bag. Darry blinked up at him.

“What is it?” He mumbled, reaching out for the pill.

“Just put it in your mouth.” Hudson said, rolling his eyes and sitting on the coffee table.

“Not the first time you’ve said that.” Darry grumbled, forgetting about the other girl. He put the white tablet in his mouth and swallowed it dry. “You gonna tell me what it is now?” Darry asked.

“100 milligrams of Fentora.” Hudson deadplanned, moving to stand up.

“What?!” Darry yelled, sitting up. He barely registered the pain in his side.

“Lay back down!” Hudson said between gritted teeth, snapping his fingers and pointing to the couch. Darry obeyed.

It wasn’t often Hudson got mad at him.

[softgrungeprophet]

for every new fic or story, some new reason to be put on some kind of govt watchlist

[milk-crater]

Hey milk-crater, for you fic prompt I would like to Request TJP and Francesco Akira and the Tarot Card was the wheel of fortune.

Thank you :)

Thanks for the prompt! Sorry the fic is short, but I hope you like it.

Akira had assumed his life would forever chart upward: he was a fireball, after all, shooting into the sky.  

Life did not turn out that way. Instead of uninterrupted glory, every win was followed by a downfall. He’d win tag team belts with TJP only to lose them soon after. He gained a friend in Dan only to have the bastard turn traitor.

But if life were a mix of dizzying highs and deep dark lows, at least he had TJP. TJP was so solid, so strong, so steady. He’d never change.

When Akira saw TJP’s monstrous hand reach out from the coffin, only then did he realize that TJP was just as mutable as everything else in this world.

[wrestle-catboy-vault]

Mirrored Memory [catboy ue fanfic]

Ok so, TJ is looking for a warm place to stay the night, and some bougie show breeder's house happened to leave one of the windows open so lil teenage kitty scurries in

And accidentally finds himself in the kitty nursery

And little Akira is like, newly adopted and separated from his litter for the first time so of course he's home sick and can't sleep

And at first TJ thinks the place is empty but he spots Frankie and they make eye contact and he's like "ohhhh shit I'm busted"

He expects Frankie to start crying or something and then the owners are definitely calling hybrid control and he'd be in BIG trouble for "attacking a house cat"

But Frankie is really curious about this cat, cause he's never seen anyone like TJ before, he's never seen a stray before

It's not hard to think he's young enough to have never seen another hybrid outside his litter before

So he bounds right up to him because who's ever heard of self preservation? Not Akira that's for sure

And he starts asking questions to TJP, like

Who are you? Where'd you come from? Why'd you come in through the window, you're supposed to use the door? Why do you have scratches all over you? Why are your clothes so old? What breed are you?

And the whole time tj is standing in the open window, it's like mid-winter so he's wet from the waist down from melting snow and there's a sharp wind from behind him that makes him shiver real bad and Akira finally notices his teeth chattering

So he sneaks TJ down to the rest of the house, careful not to wake the owners, and they throw TJ's jacket in the dryer, and then go to the kitchen where Akira struggles to make him some hot soup

The next morning TJ wakes up in Frankie's nursery, buried in blankets with his tummy full and warm for the first time in months

Akira left him a poorly spelled little note and a half eaten plate of breakfast. The note says that he had to go to training today and he left TJ half his breakfast in case he was hungry again, and that he doesn't know where TJ came from but he's glad he has a friend now because this place is big and empty and he hated being alone

TJ reads the note as he eats, and when he's done he grabs his jacket and scampers back out the same window he snuck in and never looks back.

Because as kind as Frankie was to him, staying here is just too risky. The owners will find him and kick him out, or some stray he has heat with see him prancing around with a show kitten and that would make Akira a target, or hybrid control would recognize his face and lock him up. Too many things could go wrong

Years later TJP is tentatively staying in a hybrid foster home. Despite the others all having checkered pasts like him, he still feels like an outsider. Which might be why he's laying awake in the rafters when he hears the quietest *tink!* as someone slips in the window.

A little homeless Akira is fresh on the streets and he's starving.

Luckily he's welcome to stay (after the scare of TJP pounce tackling him from the shadows and interrogating his intentions)

The two don't recognize each other from that one night when they were both kids, and maybe they never will

But Frankie still likes to share his breakfast with TJ ❤️

Bonus: young tjp and akira designs

[glasshouses-and-stones]

Writing Patterns

Thanks @suseagull04 for tagging me! This was fun :)

List the first (optionally: and last) sentence of your last 10 (or less) ao3 works. My ao3: glasshouses_and_stones

From newest to oldest:

▪︎why don't we kick it up a notch? (let my hands give it a shot)

(hockey rpf, Jamie Drysdale/Trevor Zegras)

The adrenaline from the game is still buzzing under Jamie's skin when he and Tregor bang through their front door, a trail of equipment bags and tossed dressed shoes forgotten in their wake.

He kind of wants to die a little.

-

▪︎a place they still put sugar in their iced tea

(RWRB, Alex/Henry)

Henry thinks he's going to die.

He was wrong.

-

▪︎i'll do everythin' i can to help you through

(hockey rpf, Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews)

It was a shitty game.

They don't have any reason to stay awake after that.

-

▪︎How to Spring Clean

(How to be a Normal Person, Gus/Casey)

It’s that time of year again!

Whatever.

-

▪︎rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife

(hockey rpf, Mitch Marner/Dylan Strome)

He’s annoying.

"Now, how about some pizza?"

-

▪︎why celebrities should NEVER look themselves up

(hockey rpf, Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews)

Mitch thought it was funny at first.

Mitch just huffs sleepily before he's drifting off into a dream-less doze.

-

▪︎want

(original work, f/f)

The candles have almost burnt out.

I think I feel something press into my forehead before I fall under.

-

▪︎Suddenly

(Watcher Entertainment rpf, gen)

It's eight in the fucking morning—too early for Ryan to be up, but he doesn't think he got any sleep last night anyways, so what's the point of just laying there?

Suddenly, sure, but it happened all the same.

-

▪︎the potential of us

(hockey rpf, Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/William Nylander)

It’s a quiet night in.

"I guess it was always you two."

-

▪︎pink camellias, heliotrope, and morning glories

(hockey rpf, Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews)

Honestly, Shakira is such a queen (Hips Don't Lie is a banger, for real), and Mitch is about ready to bow down at her feet because she is doing God's work.

He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

-

This honestly all over the place, lmao. I start most of my stories off very choppy with a short sentence, and my next sentence usually elaborates on it. I think its supposed to be a hook, but who knows? I like it.

Tagging anyone who sees this and who wants to do it! Please tag me in it if you do it. I'd love to read yours :)

[starlightoffandoms]

Day 1 Liminal – T – Destiel – Sam is sick and Dean will do anything to save him. He finds out about an angel that could save his little brother and goes on a quest to find it.

Day 2 Pumpkin Patch – T – No pairing – Dean is a fairy godparent

Day 3 Inspired – M – Destiel – Sex happened 

Day 4 Nimbus – G – No pairing – “Cas, are you god?”

Day 5 Portrait – M – Destiel – John commissions a painting of his eldest son. He is unaware of what happens behind closed doors.

Day 6 Full Spread – M – Destiel – Dean is at Cas’ mercy

[zai-ichii]

I wrote a new thing 🧡👑🩷

[not-the-only-one-around]

claim your “i used alpha, beta, and omega before it was normal” ticket here

[thunderjackal]

WOAH GUYS LOOK I WROTE ANOTHER FIC HOW CRIMINAL OF ME. anyway the TMA hyperfixation has set in guys prepare for more of these, anyway here mroe about the fic

Like Real People Do -- G -- 4954 words -- Complete

“Statements huh?” Martin said with a small noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, “Even when you're sick? You do know what a break is- right Jon?” The archivist opened his eyes, shifting in his position into an awkward pose so he could look at Martin, “Despite popular belief, I do in fact know what a break is.” He went silent for a moment, before continuing, “I think- I’ve been away from them for too long, it’s taking its toll. I thought if I-” “You thought if you could read a few it would make you feel better?” Martin finished for him, voice kind, “That Ceaseless Watcher needs to calm down, you’re sick and can't help it.” --- OR Jon is a little sick, has statement withdrawals and is overall the most pathetic man in existence. Martin comes to check in on him

[iaminsane-blog]

Little Lady, Big Guns.

here is chapter/part 2, hope you guys enjoy :)

As I sat in my cozy office decorated with various small portraits and nick knacks, continued to set out the base modeling on a piece of sketch paper for my newest invention. Throwable tasers. A small sketch of balls equipped with two metal prongs jutting out of one vertices. The slightly weighted metal prongs allowed for the taser to imbed itself into the skin of the victim.  This device would be perfect for far scale attacks, I know director Price would be pleased to see my work. To be truthful weapons weren’t my first interest for a career, it all started in a small gun shop off the coast of San Diego. 

Stumbling into the shop was like walking into a small cave, the walls covered in band posters, the slight smell of gunpowder. It was all unfamiliar but nonetheless comforting. An Old man with young eyes sat on a barstool chair behind the counter and his eyebrow quirked up slightly at the sight of me. 

“Can I help you ma’am?”

I held his gaze and let my eyes draw slightly to the right, to the large handheld gun case next to him. 

“I just moved into an apartment alone and I need a gun for safety.”

It was that simple sentence that launched into a full 30 month journey, first with buying, then the training lessons, the cleaning, hanging out at the store day by day. Mr.Wilcox and I had became extremely  close, with his extensive knowledge and my willing to learn we made a good team. It was when that April a call from a local hospital caught my phone. Mr. Wilcox was caught with a nasty case of stage 4 prostate cancer. Apparently he had known for a while, and simply wished to find a suitable heir to pass his beloved shop onto. It was that hot, humid day in April that I sat by his bedside, clutching keys he had pressed into my palm.

“Mr.Wilcox I have to ask one question, why didn’t you tell me?”

His eyes, glazed over and slightly cloudy still sparkled with a twinge of life.

“ If I had told you that I was going to die, you would’ve acted towards me with unconscious entitlement. And that would’ve blinded your true character. I trusted you with my life and now beyond that I trust you with my shop. Thank you Vera, I think its time.”

And as he closed his eyes peacefully I did the same, the only sound being the slow decline of the heartbeat monitor. 

A small wet spot appeared on my sketch and I swiped away at the sudden tears. I didn’t even register the small knocking coming from the doorframe, the tall frame of Soap. 

“Are you..are you okay?”

His gentle voice caught me a tiny bit off guard, but I needed to deflect his attention. 

“Yeah I was just you know, chopping onions so the tears.”

He gave me a small perplexed look but a small smirk accompanied it. 

“Well me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to come with us to lunch, we like to give newbies the rundown.” I stood and quickly swept up by drawings into my drawer, turning the lock and placing the small key into my back pocket. My outfit of choice today was another patterned skirt with instead a fitted long sleeve black turtleneck. My glasses had slightly slidden down my nose and I adjusted them accordingly before walking up to Soap with a smile. 

“I just have to warn yah, some of these guys haven’t so much as seen a woman in a while. And unfortunately they’ll see you as fresh meat.”

I gave him a tight lipped smile, I appreciated the warning but however I trusted myself. 

“Thanks Soap, but don’t you worry I can carry my own. Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The grayish lump that they called mashed potatoes and the slight orange burnt piece of meat they called beef steak did little to ignite my appetite. As I followed through behind Soap in the lunch line I got a view of the lunch room. Large metal tables situated row by row, each with a group of men seated. And each group of men seemed to have many sets of eyes, all of which were gazing directly at me. While Soap lead the way to my table it seemed very conversation that I passed had stopped, and each head turned my way. I sat down at the table next to Soap and across from Gaz and Ghost, and ghost still worn that damn mask. 

“Can this even be classified as food?”

I moved around the mash on my plate trying to find it somewhat appealing.

“Well it’s high in calories and resembles some sort of lump, So it’s good enough for us”

i let out a small giggle and reached forward for my coffee, straight black just how i like it. Being on this base for only a couple weeks didn’t give me enough time to fully discover it, and i might’ve heard in passing about a local bar.

“Well being a newbie I don’t get told everything but I might’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s a local bar around here? Do y’all know anything about that?”

the playful hint of my voice drew a slight smirk from Soap, who shot a half lidded glance to Ghost.

“Vera you have just trespassed into a dangerous land.”

His ominous answer only peaked my interest more.

“Come one Soap, let up. I’m a big girl I can take it”

He let out a small laugh and leaned forward, as did the others. Inviting me into an inner circle meeting. 

“Listen for newbies they do a certain, uh. Welcoming ritual of sorts. If you can handle yourself then we’ll swing by after lights out and take you . Just be warned it could get embarrassing.”

“I’m in, this is gonna be fun.”

A buzzing from the phone in my pocket brought my attention to an incoming call, from Director Prince. 

“Sorry boys, business calls.”

I collected my half eaten food and coffee while holding my phone between my shoulder and cheek. Walking away from the group.

at the table

“They’re gonna go hard on her.”

“Let’s just hope she isn’t a lightweight.”

Ghost’s jaw clicked with annoyance. He didn’t want you to get black out drunk in front of a group of eager men. It made his stomach churn and his heart burn. He figured showing chivalry, the one trait most of these men didn’t have…. perhaps she’d take notice. 

[softevnstan]

³.⍭ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐧 & 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐨 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

Title: Everything Can & Will Go Wrong Rating:  Mature, Explicit Pairing(s): Omega!TJ Hammond/Alpha!Andy Barber Character(s): TJ Hammond, Andy Barber, Douglas Hammond, Margaret Hammond, Elaine Barrish Hammond, Bud Hammond, Paula Duffy

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, hookups, mile-high club, scenting, knotting, bottom tj hammond, top andy barber, praise kink, mating cycles/ heat, anal sex, oral sex, no mpreg, alpha/omega. SMUT - minors DNI. fluff, daddy issues, helicopter parents, mentions/implied drug-use,

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | TJ, an omega, is on his way to his retreat home in Washington state to ride out his heat; The only stick in the mud is that he's being escorted around by Andy Barber, an alpha, who's no-nonsense and won't let TJ have any fun. Stuck with an unexpected layover in San Francisco, TJ already feels the start of his heat coming on and he's running out of time. Deciding to stay in a hotel for the night, their luck is even more jaunted when they only have one bed between the two of them. Right when TJ thinks things can't get any worse, the universe always finds a way to prove him wrong.

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | n/a

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[yuukei-yikes]

ive always believed azami should be able to get out of the daze. NO it makes no sense. but it could hang out with mary and theyd be a family and bond and both be weird abt the modern world and thered be peace and love on planet earth