#ourfic

[bananakarenina]

chapter 2 is here!

title: all the things we didn't

authors: @where-you-go & @bananakarenina

pairing: luke patterson/bobby shaw

the fake dating au that is definitely jay's fault! 0:)

chapter summary: bobby doesn't know how this became his life. luke, meanwhile, is having a blast.

#myfic #ourfic #julie and the phantoms #luke x bobby #the round robin au #fake dating real feelings #they're idiots the whole time #luke patterson #bobby shaw

[perfectdagger]

Teach me how to love

Louis can’t believe he’s third wheeling, again, so he scans the bar trying to find something better to do.

And as he does, he recognizes a face.

That face looks angry, almost fuming and Louis takes a gulp from his beer and looks to the other side, pretending he didn’t even see the bloke, pretending he has no clue who that person coming over his way is.

“You’ve told everyone and their mother that I’m a bad fucker?!”

That’s how Harry greets him. 

Smooth. 

Not really.

The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Author: @perfectdagger (sincerelyste)

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (8/8)

Word count: 70k

thanks to @delicatepointofview​ for helping me with the moodboard! 

#hlficlibrary #thelarriefics #stylinsonlibrary #hljournal #hlcreators #hlsource #hltracks #trackinghome #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #1dsource #teach me how to love #tmhtl #ourfics #rec #harry is bad at sex #strangers to lovers #friends to lovers #fuck buddies to lovers #more like 'we're fucking for practice and fall in love' #practice sex #smut #fluff #humor #miscommunication #pining #they kinda share that really #that's all you need to know #larry fic #larry fanfic

[thatpalecrush]

I need to sit down and write the fic.

so what do I do?

- draw a funny thing about the fic

- make three moodboards about the fic

- make a playlists to listen to while writing the fic

- not write the fic

- be oblivious about why the word count of my parts is not going up

- post about it on Tumblr

#personal #ourfic

[canuckleheadcowgirl]

The Rise of Cyclops - Interrogation (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/7tTGAeM1uN Book Two of my 907 Universe - We pick up where we left off in 'What If ...? Episode 907' with Scott and Logan on the run again. Of course, this time, they're looking less like a pair of misfits, and more like a family with the addition of their third companion. Scott is struggling to get a handle on his abilities - or to even figure out how the heck they work. With the right guidance, will he learn to master it? Major love to #robbiepoo2341 for making sure that my Scott Summers is on point. (she is the Summers whisperer.)

#907 #907universe #cyclops #family #fanfic #oc-k #ourfic #robbiepoo2341 #wolverine #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

[demibughead-blog]

Snow

“Juggie, wake up!”

Jughead groaned and cracked open one eye, only to see the other half of his bed totally empty. Just a dream. He groaned and rolled over.

“Seriously Jug, come look!”

It was a very persistent dream, and it sounded like it was coming from his window. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked over and saw a blonde angel in the dim light. He got up to join her.

“It’s snowing!”

“Betty, we live in Vermont. It does that here.”

He knew that didn’t matter— every year since they were five, Betty had dragged Jughead and Archie out of their beds on the morning of the first snow. There was no point in fighting, but he was pretty sure it was a Saturday, and he thought they’d both earned some sleep.

“Should we wake up Archie? Ooh, and Veronica! They won’t want to miss this.”

“Betty, it’s—“ he squinted at his alarm clock— “Jesus, it’s four in the morning. They can wait a couple of hours.”

“I don’t know Jug, it’s not sticking yet. What if it all melts?”

“Then we’ll just have to wait til the next snow, y’know, tomorrow or the next day.”

Betty pouted, and Jughead softened.

“Betts, Veronica needs her beauty sleep, and Archie— well, he just needs sleep. But I get that it’s important, so I’ll go out in the freezing cold with you.”

Betty grinned.

“Such a gentleman, offering to take me out, in the dark, alone, just you and me—“

“Shut up and put these sweaters on.”

“There’s less than an inch of snow on the ground, do I really need three sweaters?”

“I will accept two scarves and earmuffs as a substitute for one of the sweaters.”

“Fine. But you have to wear the one your grandma knit for you.”

“Joke’s on you, I love this sweater,” he mumbled while pulling the lime green atrocity over his head.

Betty just laughed and pulled him toward the door.

“Wait!”

“What? Jughead, we’re gonna miss it!”

“Your head’s gonna be cold.” With that, he plopped his signature beanie on her head. She grinned.

“I feel edgier already. I suddenly have the urge to move to Seattle and become a bass guitarist. Gone are the days of pumpkins spice lattes, from now on I only drink straight espresso— what? Don’t smile at me! I’m making fun of you!”

“You’re cute.”

Betty rolled her eyes, but smiled.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Can we please go outside now?”

“Just one more thing.” He leaned down to give her a quick kiss, and then opened the door to a not-quite winter wonderland.

Betty rushed out into the cold, sticking out her tongue to catch snowflakes the same way she did in kindergarten. Then she smiled, and held out her hand, and for a fleeting moment, Jughead believed that things would be okay. And maybe, at least for awhile, they would be.That weekend they could go sledding and drink hot chocolate, and forget about the terrors of their town just long enough to build a snowman. Eventually, life would resume, and Jughead would have to go back to bigger concerns than keeping his girlfriend from getting frostbite.

At least for now, though, Jughead Jones was content to stand in the snow at four in the morning with his favorite person in the world.

“Jug?” Betty came up and wrapped her arms around him, her cold nose pressing into his neck.

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for coming out with me. I know it’s early.”

“Mmm.”

“I love you,” she whispered, removing her face from his scarf.”

“I love you too,” he answered, pressing his lips against hers.

The night was cold, but in this moment, Jughead felt warm.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead fanfic #betty cooper #jughead jones #ourfic #fiona post #guess who actually wrote bughead on a bughead themed blog for once?

[fuckyeahsniperpilot]

He thinks he could love this man, with his wide eyes and the crinkles that surround them. And maybe Bodhi could love him back, despite the harshness and cold he emits on the outside. Despite what he's done in the name of peace and justice for everyone. Despite his crimes and his mistakes, which still leave a bitter taste in his mouth, he knows it would be an honour for Bodhi Rook to love him back. Bodhi, with his smile honest and genuine and his hands, calloused and scarred from years of servicing the Empire. He thinks Bodhi could love him back.

Saying it out loud, the maybes and what ifs feel awkward, heavy on his tongue. The schematics of love. He could love this man, if Cassian could guarantee their time together. But he can't, so thinking it is easier than saying it.

But he can't help himself.

“I could love you,” he murmurs one day, when Bodhi falls asleep against his chest, lips parted slightly. Cassian can feel his warm breath against his neck and he sighs, fingers sliding between long strands of brown again and again.

Bodhi doesn't hear and Cassian never repeats it.

It comes to him again but more intense, like a deep ache that's settled in his bones and won’t disappear. I could love you, he thinks, head buried in Bodhi’s neck as he thrusts into Bodhi’s trembling body. The pilot whimpers, blunt nails digging into Cassian’s shoulder blades. They're so close that Cassian can feel the thump of Bodhi’s heart against his own, untamed and honest. His heart can't help but beat to the rhythm of Bodhi’s.

I do love you, he realizes when Bodhi gasps out his name, mouth bitten and red as he comes. Cassian grunts and pushes again, once, twice until he comes as well.

And as he flops back onto the bed and Bodhi immediately curls into his side, arm slung low on Cassian’s naked waist he realizes, again, I love him.

I love him.

I love him.

And it doesn’t change.

He says it for the first time on a humid morning on base. The sun is just beginning to show itself, casting luminous light into their small room. Outside, the base rumbles with life. Bodhi’s just waking up, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he buries himself deeper in the blankets despite the heat.

Cassian is enamoured by the way sunlight, bright and yellow, spills onto Bodhi’s face, creating shadows under his cheekbones and glistens against the high points of his face.

“You're being creepy,” Bodhi mumbles, voice raspy and slow. The sunlight makes his eyes lighter and Cassian notices for the first time that Bodhi’s eyes are speckled, like the constellations that dot the bridge of his nose. He can't stop himself from bending down to press a kiss to those freckles.

The words form clumsily on his tongue.

“I love you,” he says before he can stop himself. These words don't belong on his lips.

“I love you,” he repeats and this time, it feels natural; like the breeze that blows on a warm evening, like the rain that patters during monsoon.

Bodhi lifts his head from the pillow, eyes sleepy and soft.

Silence.

He merely smiles and says it back.

#the grammar is fucked sorry #bodhicassian #mw #cassianbodhi #soz thsi is a little ugly but they love each other #bye #!!! #ourfic

[queerpyrate]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton/John Silver, Captain Flint/John Silver, Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), John Silver, Thomas Hamilton Additional Tags: bartender!Silver, flint and thomas are married, Public Hand Jobs, smol glass of water, tol glass of water, toller glass of water, Teasing, Flirting, Insecurity, Rimming, Threesomes, Unexpected feelings, Blowjobs, Sex, come tasting Series: Part 1 of It's Worth a Shot Summary:

While on one of their typical date nights, James and Thomas decide to bring home the curly-haired bartender.

#hi i like making mood boards for these #silverflintham #silverflinthamilton #black sails #black sails au #myfics #ourfics

[wehelddarkness]

What’s ur fic tag?

they are all on @perfectdagger /tagged/ourfics :)

#you're lovely anon thanks #anonymous

[miraculousblindspots]

Omg i just found this im so freaking excited! Do you write ff about this AU or know someone who does? Bc im dying

@laundromatic‘s working on the fic for this  :) - Qooky

#qooky speaks #ourfic #blind spots au #pyromaniac-smartass

[sugabigdreams]

Study Break

Rating: Explicit Main Pairing: Yoonmin Jimin is trying to study... Why does Yoongi have to be so damn distracting? Read here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6146298

#adminrem #ourfic #yoonmin #yoonmin fanfic #yoonmin smut #bts fanfic #bts #bangtan #this is embarassing

[sidhebeingbrand]

Forever Crossover Ficathon Sneak Peak

We waited five minutes and strolled into Abe’s Antiques as if we were just browsing. It felt uncomfortably like being undercover. Not that I haven’t done, but never without real jurisdiction.

It was odd, with Nightingale beside me, to remember that I was actually not acting precisely as a policeman. And not dressed as one. It kept leaving me wrong-footed.

I pretended to be very interested in antiquing, which wasn’t entirely true. At a glance, the bric-a-brac was mostly nineteenth century on and not the most inspiring, although some of the furniture was good solid hardwood stuff. I took a visible interest in a fairly obviously faked horse statuette  that someone had perched inelegantly on a dark-stained armoire whilst keeping an eye on the door that must lead back to the apartment.  Nightingale went to brace the proprietor

The ostensible Abe whose Antiques these were was a tall white man in his late sixties or early seventies. He was dressed in the old codger’s uniform, a cardigan and loose khaki trousers, but it was a good cardigan and the trousers fell right. I could see right off he had a salesman’s instinct. He glanced at at Nightingale’s shoes and then flicked the charm on as if it were wired to a switch.

“Looking for anything in particular today?” he asked, broad face open and warm like he just might have been Nightingale’s favourite uncle.

“Someone in particular. I understand that Henry Morgan is your business partner?”  

“That’s right.”

It was good, his bland innocence, but I’m a copper and so’s Nightingale. We know from bland innocence. Ostensible Abe had just started to take much closer note of us.

#forever tv #ficever #ourfic #crossover #sneak peak #forever ficathon #toughbreaks

[bananakarenina]

chapter 6: the hope

all the things we didn't by @where-you-go and @bananakarenina

summary: Bobby gets some emotional support in the fallout of Sunset Curve's (f. Julie Molia) disastrous sound check--from one kind-of expected source, and from one totally out of left field.

#this genuinely is one of my favorite things ever #this chapter was ridiculous amounts of fun to write #we hope you like it!! #myfic #ourfic #writing #fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #luke x bobby #luke patterson #bobby shaw #where-you-go

[perfectdagger]

you’re dead (and out of this world)

That’s why Louis is here now, waiting for his master to awaken, and eagerly so, because today might be the day.

Every day might be the day, he always thinks and hopes. But even more so today because their master-familiar anniversary is coming up and every year, Harry promises him that he’s close to turning Louis.

Maybe a decade is reason enough for him to finally fulfil it.

a vampire au loosely based on What We Do In The Shadows (TV Show) in which Harry is Nandor, Louis is Guillermo, and the other boys are their own peculiar kinds of vampires and Louis just wants to be one as well.

Author: @perfectdagger (sincerelyste)

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Status: Complete (5/5)

🧛‍♂️ Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Epilogue 🧛‍♂️

Word count: 53k

Spotify Playlist

thanks to @delicatepointofview​ for helping me with the moodboard!

#hlficlibrary #thelarriefics #stylinsonlibrary #hljournal #hlcreators #hlsource #hltracks #trackinghome #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #1dsource #you're dead and out of this world #ydaootw #ourfics #rec #what we do in the shadows au #vampire harry #human louis #ot5 relationship #friends to lovers #pining #humor #light angst #no smut #supernatural elements #larry fic #larry fanfic #fic rec #sincerely ste #*

[thatpalecrush]

What are you currently collab writing about? And when is it going to be published? :P

I'm writing a lil quarantine themed fic with @idle-inkling 🌸 it all stemmed from a back-and-forth thread about panic buying we had on here some time ago that got a bit out of hand. Read it in a Bob Ross voice.

Well... it's going to be published when we have enough of it ready that we don't immediately get stuck after chapter 1 😂

Be kind and patient with us, we are writing it while preparing for exams so I feel like updates are not gonna be the quickest. But we are trying! And making progress!

#don't tap on the glass you will scare the writers #ourfic #it has a name besides ourfic but i'm not gonna say it yet i don't wanna jinx the fic

[canuckleheadcowgirl]

The Rise of Cyclops - Marvels Of Winter (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ZtsePxiphO Book Two of my 907 Universe - We pick up where we left off in 'What If ...? Episode 907' with Scott and Logan on the run again. Of course, this time, they're looking less like a pair of misfits, and more like a family with the addition of their third companion. Scott is struggling to get a handle on his abilities - or to even figure out how the heck they work. With the right guidance, will he learn to master it? Major love to #robbiepoo2341 for making sure that my Scott Summers is on point. (she is the Summers whisperer.)

#907 #907universe #cyclops #family #fanfic #oc-k #ourfic #robbiepoo2341 #wolverine #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading #crossposted on ffn and Ao3 #canuckleheadcowgirl #cc #robbiepoo

[fuckyeahsniperpilot]

can you write a fic about bodhi getting hurt after an assassination attempt? love your writing! :D

Bodhi sees the shadow a second too late.

The shot whizzes past him, only managing to graze his shoulder. He sucks in a breath, eyes wide from the painful sensation that throbs at his bicep. From the corner of his eye, he can see Cassian leap out of his hiding, blaster firing in the direction of the shadow. Several seconds of silence pass and then something thuds to the ground.

“Bodhi,” Cassian’s voice is hard but he doesn’t look up from where the shadow fell. Bodhi follows him to the shadow and a few of the other officers they’re with make their way over as well.

The first thing Bodhi notices about the assassin is the youth on his face. He’s beautiful, in a way Bodhi that makes him feel unreasonably sad, with slanted grey eyes and a crooked nose. His eyes are bitter, watching Bodhi’s movements with a form of resentment he’s never seen before.

“Traitor,” he spits out, gasping shakily. Bodhi glances down at the obvious hole in his chest caused by Cassian’s blaster. Blood pools at the corners of his mouth.

“Who sent you?” Cassian demands, kicking the assassin.

The boy only laughs, “where I have failed, the others won’t.” His voice quivers; his chest rises and falls erratically and Bodhi swallows painfully, looking away.

“Others?” Cassian’s voice rises and he cocks his blaster, aiming it directly at the boy’s head.

“The Empire will find you, traitor,” his voice fades, dropping low but never losing it’s heat. Bodhi feels like he’s been burned.

“By the stars, you’ll suffer, Bodhi Rook –” He knows the sound of a blaster well but Bodhi squeezes his eyes shut when Cassian fires it anyway.

The trip back to base is a blur; Bodhi remembers Cassian’s grip on his arm, tight to the point it’s almost painful. Yavin 4 is humid, hot and the same. Yet Cassian acts like everything’s different.

They stop at the medbay. Bodhi doesn’t move except to push his hair out of his face as the medical officer carefully cleans and bandages his arm.

“You’re lucky it was just a graze,” she smiles and pats his shoulder. Bodhi watches her leave.

I know, he thinks pathetically as he offers her his best smile and nods.

“Don’t leave my sight,” Cassian’s voice is coarse and for the first time since they got back to base, he meets Bodhi’s eyes. They’re tired, Bodhi realizes belatedly.

“Okay,” he says softly and then locks fingers with Cassian. Cassian moves their hands to Bodhi’s chest, pressing them to the space above his heart. Bodhi’s heart thumps steadily, and he thinks, amazed, I’m alive.

I’m alive.

I’m alive.

Cassian bends a little, forehead knocking with Bodhi’s. He breathes in slowly, pushing to slot himself in the space between Bodhi’s legs. Cassian’s arm snakes around Bodhi’s waist. The medbay is silent.

“Okay.”

#im so embarrassed ive never filled a tumblr prompt before #bodhicassian #sniperpilot #ask #anon #ourfic #angst?? idk #also?? grammar?? idk her??