#fanfictiion

[lukeqatwalker]

Hey, does anybody actually have any sort of system for their fanfics that they're definitely gonna go back and read someday? Other than just leaving a hundred tabs open? Because firefox on my tablet isn't happy with me. And I have (checks) 23 pages of marked for later fics.

I wish I could sort and filter on my marked for later list, like pull out specific pairings. I suppose I could bookmark stuff and tag it read later, but I kind of use my bookmarks as a record of any stuff I read that was decent enough I might want to read it again some day.

I've been thinking about making an obsidian vault or something. Copy paste fic rec lists in. Maybe make a page for each author? And I can put notes about their vibes. Cause I'll usually end up with three seperate tabs for the same author open and mean to go back and finish their stuff later.

I gotta do something. I'm drowing in tabs.

[bookandcantina]

Reading is Reading

Graphic Novels/Comics are reading.

Audiobooks are reading.

Fan Fiction is reading.

Little books are reading.

Kids books are reading.

Reading is reading.

Thank you. Happy reading.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

What’s this? An announcement for some winter themed one shots and drabbles starring my favourite men? 

Yes. Yes it is. 

Coming soon!

[shishquahcustardtree]

Chapter 3 of ‘Hold On, Hold On To My Heart’ is now up on AO3!

I’ve also made a Spotify playlist for this fic too! I won’t spoil the songs for the upcoming chapters so I will update the playlist every week 😁 (please let me know if the playlist doesn’t work or has a problem with it, first time I’ve used Spotify)

Summary: Dean Winchester is now living alone for the first time in his life and with no Sam, it feels like he is all alone with nothing to live for. Picking up his long forgotten guitar one day, Dean plays. Little does he know, his new neighbour is listening in through their very thin, shared apartment wall.

Tags and Ratings: Teen and up, depressed Dean, eventual fluff, happy ending, musician Dean and Castiel, guitarist Dean, pianist Cas, mechanic Dean, music, drinking

Chapter 1    Chapter 2

Chapters will be updated every Tuesday/Wednesday!

Chapter 3 under the cut!

CHAPTER 3,

TILL IT SHINES (BOB SEGER) & THE NEEDLE AND THE DAMAGE DONE (NEIL YOUNG)

In the days after he caught his new neighbour listening in on him playing, Dean had kept extra quiet in his own apartment, trying to hear what was going on next door. He still hadn’t met them. Never even seen his new neighbour.

Every time Dean left his apartment, went into work, did his grocery shopping or went to his local bar, Dean looked for his new neighbour’s face. Granted, Dean didn’t actually know what they looked like, but he was still looking. It was the unknown that was getting to him. Some stranger that was listening in on him playing and living just beyond a thin wall. Just out of sight.

His guitars still sat untouched under the window by the time Dean made it home at the end of his working week. The afternoon sunshine just missing them. And they still sat there, taunting him, as Dean tidied up his space, as he did a load of washing, as he showered, and as he made dinner. They sat in the corner, just in sight but taking up his thoughts.

If I played another song, would they listen in?

Were they even home?

Dropping his plate into the sink and washing his hands, Dean strode over to his leather couch, and his guitars. The last rays of the afternoon sun were resting on his couch, making its leather warm and golden. The acoustic guitar felt good in his hands after having that first taste of it again last week. Its neck fitting perfectly within his palm and its body resting comfortably over his lap.

The first chords of Bob Seger’s Till It Shines came easily. It was one of the songs that Dean had first learnt to play. He kept it quiet however, just loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough that he couldn’t hear what was happening beyond his side of the wall.

He could hear someone walking closer, the footfall of their shoes on the floors audible through the wall for a moment before stopping altogether. It was quiet for the entirety of Deans playing, the only sound was the notes that filled the space and Deans own breathing that filled his ears. And as the last notes were played, Dean didn’t know if he wanted something to happen or not. Didn’t know if he wanted his new neighbour to acknowledge his playing or not.

But when he was done, the only sound for the longest moment was the empty silence that was left behind in the absence of the sound that was previously there. A static that bounced between Deans ears and kept in pace with his heart.

It was the sound of his neighbours’ footsteps leading away from the wall that made Deans heart sink. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but this feeling wasn’t it.

Dean stopped holding onto his guitar so tightly, its neck suddenly feeling heavy in his grasp.

It took Dean a moment to recognise the gentle music playing from the other side of the wall. The simple press of a piano’s keys, playing in a slow tune and carrying across the space.

Dean knew that it wasn’t a pre-recorded track, the way that some of the keys were rushed over and some others re-played, as if the player was unsure of the notes. And just like he himself had played, Deans new neighbour played their piano’s keys quietly, as if scared to disturb the quiet.

Dean felt as if he had held his breath for the entirety of his neighbour’s song and found himself standing right against the wall that separates them. One hand pressed against it and the other still clutching onto his guitar.

The silence came back when they were finished.

Giving himself more space and stepping away from the wall, Dean adjusted his guitar and held it more firmly against himself.

Dean took a moment to think of his next song to play. The silence on his side and on the other side of the wall all the encouragement he needed. Dean played The Needle and The Damage Done by Neil Young, a song that he had only recently come to like, but one that he had learnt to play years ago.

And when he was done, Dean waited quietly, his breath heavy and his heart racing. And when his neighbour began to play again, their fingers soft and swift on the keys, it filled the space and chased away the quiet, washing over Dean.

Tag List: @we-hav3tonight​

[koolkat9]

7, 10, 14, if thats okay :0 !! bgf dhsgkn

7. Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

Sometimes the plot, but almost always the first sentence. I’ll have the plot all planned out and then I’ll stare at my screen and I’m like “What is writing?” Like I know what needs to happen, but the starting sentence is often hard for me to come up with. 

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

Depends who/what I’m writing for. FrUk fics, I love writing their dialogue so much because I love their back and forth. Most of the time though I really like writing the plot because as long as I have an idea, it's often easy and if I’m only doing an outline, it's quick too.

I don’t know where this would fall into, but I love writing physical affection so much. Kisses, embraces, hand holding, cuddling, etc. I love it all. 

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

Obviously Arthur is my number one choice as my favorite character like ever. And maybe Ludwig because I love GerEng so much.

Link for list found here

[headoverheelss]

Song Lyrics From Slipping Through My Fingers By ABBA

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl

The first time Natsu saw Hana in her headband and jacket was when her daughter was 6 years old. Natsu didn’t know what to think. Did it scare her that maybe she made the wrong decision about Hana’s future? Yes, it did, but after seeing her daughter grow, Natsu realized she made the right decision. Hana was a mix of Kai’s resilience and Natsu’s abundance energy. She would have become a ninja even if Natsu decided against it but the pain was still there. The pain of knowing how the life of a shinobi ends. Hana’s life was also entwined with a prophecy. A prophecy that Natsu’s mother use to tell Natsu under a guise of a bedtime story. Natsu wanted to get Hana prepared for that future. 

“How do I look Mama?”

“You look great darling.”

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time

The moment was closing in on them. Natsu knew it and Hana tried to ignore it. Getting sick wasn’t in Natsu’s plan, but once she realized what was happening she tried to teach her daughter everything she knew and left the rest to Baki. After a couple years, Natsu’s body started to get weaker and soon the former ninja found herself hospitalized. Now after months of fighting, Natsu’s body couldn’t take the medication anymore so she decided that this was the end. Now Natsu spent her last hours with Hana by her side, wishing that she could just stay a little longer.

“Darling..I’m sorry.” It was getting harder to talk.

Natsu saw Hana’s body start to crumble. Tears were streaming down her face but still Hana tried to stay strong. 

“It’s alright Mom. I’ll be okay.”

Natsu took her daughter’s hand. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The heart monitor started to slow down. Her eyes kept fluttering, fighting to stay open but to no avail they closed. Natsu felt herself wake up a second later. Her body felt light. She didn’t know where she was but she knew she wasn’t alone. 

Her eyes searched until finally they landed on him. Natsu got up and ran into Kai’s arms. 

“I tried my hardest.”

“I know, my love, I know.”

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake I let precious time go by Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go Well, some of that we did, but most we didn't And why, I just don't know

“I’m home.” 

Kakashi put down his mission bag. He had been on a two week long mission so it was nice to finally be back in the Leaf. 

“I’m in here.” Gai called from the kitchen.

Kakashi walked towards the kitchen. He could hear Gai humming to himself.

Kakashi walked towards Gai and wrapped his arms around the ninja.

Kakashi laid his head on Gai’s back and took a deep breath. It was always nice to be home.

“Welcome back Rival. How was the mission?”

“Took longer than expected but we accomplished what we needed to do.”

Gai turned the stove off but still stood with Kakashi wrapped around his back. He knew Kakashi just needed some time to calm down.

“Where is Hana?” Kakashi didn’t see his daughter when he entered the house.

“She went out with her friends. She has been working her butt off for the dance recital.”

“You know I’ve been thinking about doing something for her.”

“What do you have in mind, Rival?”

“Maybe we take her on a vacation or something. She’s been great ever since we adopted her and I feel like we don’t spend enough time with her as it is.”

Gai smiled to himself. Hana has been the best daughter since they adopted her. It did take her awhile to open up to them. Gai and Kakashi learned that’s she’s been through a lot so the two have shown her at every interaction that’s she is loved and protected.

“We will talk later but for now let’s eat”

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers... Slipping through my fingers all the time

The horror of watching Hana approach Akito almost made Gai throw up. He wanted to put himself in front her. He wanted to protect her from everything but this was the one time he couldn’t do what he wanted.

Hana looked different. Her hair was pulled pack into a ponytail and on her forehead was the Regulation Leaf Village headband. On her back was a sword and on her arm was the regulation sand village headband, but the big difference was the chakra she was emitting. It was loud and strong.

It was intimidating.

“Kushina! What is the meaning of this? Why can’t we get to Hana?” Kakashi was frantic.

Kushina made a face. She was debating whether this was the right time to tell them but they already look like they’ve been through hell from the war.

So she told them the whole thing starting with the prophecy, just like how Kushina was born to hold Kurama, Natsu was born to give birth to the Sun. A protector of Earth who was destined to kill their best friend. That is why Hana trained so hard for years. This was her moment.

“We can’t do anything. This is their battle.”

Kakashi and Gai looked on as they watched Hana prepare to fight. Akito and Hana matched each other in strength and skill.

Kakashi flinched every time Hana got cut by Akito’s sword. Akito was slowly overpowering Hana and it scared everybody. 

Baki moved over to Kakashi and Gai, putting a hand on their shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys but it wasn’t my secret to tell. There is one more thing under her sleeve.”

“What is it?”

“We started noticing that if Hana takes time to build her chakra then her eyes and hair turns red. The more chakra she builds, the more powerful she becomes.”

“What are the drawbacks of letting all of it out at once?” Kakashi knew something like that had to have a give and take.

Baki looked hesitant to tell them but relented after looking at both of their faces.

“We talked about it  before she had to leave the sand... and.. well..

She dies.”

Kakashi was the first one to run to the barrier of chakra. His hands balled into fists, pounding the barrier as hard as he can.

Gai followed  after getting over the initial shock.

“Hana! stop please!”

Gai’s yells were loud and overwhelming.

Kushina felt tears come to her eyes. She knew they cared deeply for Hana. That was their daughter out there, risking her life.

Kushina cleared her eyes and looked towards the battle. She gasped.

Two faint outlines could be seen. Kai and Natsu stood right by Hana.

All of Hana’s parents were here. Here to watch her die.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

Bonus:

Hana took a deep breathe. Her body was cut with blood soaking through her clothes.

“And this is your best? I’m disappointed Hana.”

Akito taunted her.

Well, he was always good at trash talking.

There was one thing she could do but Hana knew what the end result of that was.

Hana looked around at her friends and family. She was born to protect them. She can’t let Akito get the better of her.

Finally, Hana looked at Kakashi and Gai.

She heard their screaming. They wanted her to stop but she has to end this. If she doesn’t, the cycle will just continue.

She looked at her dads and gave the best smile she could give.

Thank you for the happy moments and the fun memories. You guys were the best parents. I love you. Take care of each other.

With those last words, she felt the tell tale signs of her chakra building. Her hair and eyes stained red.

[ladyofidril]

(Trigger warning for hostage situations, torture, gags)

[levi-robbed-my-tea-cupboard]

all the “most satisfying” pictures are nothing compared to ending writing a chapter with three zeros at the end of the word count and it’s total coincidence