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Since idk if I'll ever flesh any of this out and make proper fics of it, I thought I'd start sharing some prompts/ideas that I keep in my notes just in case. (Most of it will probably be crack, because that's my favorite thing to write.) So if you wanna use anything here, go for it! (All I ask is that you let me know if you do, because I think it would be so much fun, and if this inspires anyone, I'd love to see it!)

May or may not add to this whenever I think of something new.

- Stiles hears mumbling from the kitchen and approaches. "...need to fuck", is what he catches Derek saying to someone just as he rounds the corner. He pats the werewolf on the back and says, "Yeah, tell me about it! You and me both, buddy. You and me both..." Derek doesn't wear his usual frown anymore. All of a sudden, his eyebrows are raised, and he looks at Stiles like he's an idiot. "What? Everyone needs to get laid every once in awhile, it's not-", he trails off as Derek scoffs, rolls his eyes and spins the bottle in his hand. Stiles squints and leans over to read the label. "Okay, so...? I don't get it. Nit del foc? What's a Nit del f-... oh". He swallows and clears his throat, and Derek... Stiles could swear he looks amused. At least he isn't frowning. That's something, isn't it? "So... no nit to foc then?" is the stupid thing he blurts out before he can properly think it through. Derek looks at him incredulously. "Wh- I still think you do! Maybe you'd be less of a sourwolf if you just got some already, y'know?" Ah. There's the frown. Actually, Derek looks like he's going to murder him, and because Stiles values his life, he slinks around him and backs away slowly, muttering things like, "Yep. Going. I'm going. I'm just gonna... Okay, yeah. Consider me gone". (Derek goes to find him later and gives him a good, hard foc...) 

- The "world's best dad" mug, and Stiles' incessant nagging about it. That's it. That's the idea.

- "I'm sorry, sheriff. I might have the ability to resist the pull of the full moon. But I'm not strong enough to resist the pull of him". 

- Derek hears the sheriff cock his gun on the other side of the wall, and gently pushes Stiles away. Still sitting on Derek's lap, but no longer making out. "What's wrong?" "You... Yeah, no, your dad's awake and he's got a loaded gun. Pretty sure that's his way of telling me not to push it". Stiles groans and says, maybe a little too loud, "Dude! I've got a loaded gun! And I very much wanna shoot it, 'kay?" Derek hears the sheriff make a tortured noise. Actually, Stiles probably hears it, too. "Yeah, so he's gonna need to get away from the wall," he says raising his voice just a bit. "Because this is our house, and I'm a consenting adult!" Only Derek hears the grumbled, "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to like it..." before they both catch the footsteps going down the stairs, and then the old gramophone playing soft 40s jazz. Derek hears a brief clink clink, letting him know that the sheriff is getting a (probably very much needed) nightcap. "So?" Stiles says. "Gonna lock and give me a load or what?" Derek groans and buries his face against Stiles' chest, but can't help but chuckle saying, "I still can't believe I'm actually in love with you". 

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saw a post saying "what screams bad/cringe writing to you?" but it was in a community thing. i have so many thoughts on this i HAD to comment though. so i joined the community... only to instantly lose the fucking post. now i'm so angry about that shit i'm considering leaving the community. fuck you for doing this to me tumblr 🫠

ANYWAY, i'm just gonna list my personal pet peeves in writing and some random opinions (not all bad/cringe necessarily. some is just preference). feel free to add to it with your own thoughts!!

1. in A/B/O fics i hate when they call each other by their designation. like alpha, beta, omega, y'know?i mean, like they don't have names?? to me it feels like going around like "ah yes, hello man", "hello woman" and shit. it's fucking weird.

a couple of times i can put up with it in a steamy rut/heat scene, but you know, it gets to a point where i'm just... nah, fuck this. i'm out.

2. first/second person pov. i'm sorry. the story isn't about me. it's not about you. it's about [character]. i refuse to read anything first or second pov. i physically can't make myself do it. the writing itself could be an absolute masterpiece, and i still just... i can't.

3. if you don't tag recreational drug use (or other things that can be obviously triggering) then you're a piece of shit. fact. no arguments. to be clear; forgetting is fine! that's human. but leaving it out on purpose when you know it could be harmful? then i hope you choke on cold spaghetti.

4. when you refer to a character by first/last name inconsistently. (think it might be especially common with japanese names?) like in a my hero academia fic for example; either call him izuku, or call him midoriya. unless you swap because you're writing from multiple characters' perspective, and they call him by different names... maybe stick to one?? (sometimes i heck it up, too. just not thinking about it. but then i become hyper aware of it, and goooood it bugs me!)

5. "the blonde said", "the older one said" etc. a few times is fine. but when you overuse characteristics like this... did you forget their name and pronoun, or what's going on? i get not wanting to be repetitive, but there are better ways. sometimes repetition isn't all bad either. maybe it's not perfect, but it might still be preferable once in a while. everything in moderation!

6. "orbs" instead of eyes. i will yeet my phone.

7. terrible uncharacteristic/unrealistic lack of communication as a lazy way to create angst/drama. cry me a river, 'cause i sure ain't crying it for you over this fic. no communication at all doesn't make it angsty. (not saying bad communication is always bad for plot. just that there's a limit to everything, y'know?)

8. love triangle/cheating

9. hurt no comfort

10. AFAB parts in mature/explicit rated stories - solely because it triggers my own dysphoria. so i hate seeing my M/M pair where someone has a vajayjay, because it makes it impossible for me to read it without wanting to crawl out of my own skin. at the same time i love knowing it exists, because representation, y'know? (so i guess it's only really a pet peeve if not tagged, but i figured i'd include it anyway. sometimes i find it a bit awkwardly tagged, so it can be a little difficult to filter.)

11. mpreg, or fics where the ship has children somehow. i don't necessarily hate kids, just the idea of having them. i don't want them irl, and i don't see why i would ever want them in a fic?? i want my ship to be their own little family consisting of the two of them. and their friends/other family members, yes. but i don't wanna see them wasting time on acquiring some little creature that's just an annoying lifelong commitment?? when they could just spend that time on each other. (this one is very personal, lol. i know sooo many people will disagree! that's fine, you do you, mate!)

12. "wannabe-panese". i can tolerate for example "nii-san" in certain scenarios, because i think "big brother" sounds weird. but so does the name in certain scenarios, ergo...

and i can tolerate nicknames like for example "torao" instead of "tra-guy" (one piece) because "torao" just sounds better.

i can sometimes tolerate honorifics (-san -chan etc.) if you know fluently how to use them (stop it with the -sama crap).

but the second people start mixing in shit like "sugoi", "hai", "tadaima", "itadakimasu" in the middle of conversation, i wanna throw up. there's a fucking limit and for me you cross it with that shit.

13. switching between past/present tense. (he said/he says) but i know how hard this can be sometimes. like, you've no idea how i've struggled with this. i probably still mess up sometimes! so it doesn't bother me if the story still flows well, and it's a rare occurence. but if it's every other sentence, it gives my brain a bad sorta itch.

14. lastly (unless i decide to add to this later), this one is, to my knowledge, fandom specific; when people describe midoriya izuku as a "greenette". just... no. don't. i beg. i will stop reading this fic immediately, i'm sorry. i HATE that word with my entire being.

i'd love to see other peoples' pet peeves in writing!! what bothers you? what makes you cringe, or feel like a story is 'bad'? 👀

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In the abstract

All his life, he looked up to the famous artist Yagi Toshinori. He would paint in all styles, using all sorts of mediums, and his works were renowned worldwide. He was truly one of the greats. Some would praise his technical skill; his use of colors and contrasts, light and shadows, clean lines and brushstrokes. Others focused more on the emotional aspects, and his ability to reach and affect the viewer. 

Izuku was focused on the latter as a kid. He would always feel something when looking at his paintings. But now, as an adult, and as a fellow artist, he appreciates every aspect. 

After all these years, there's only one art style that he's never learned to understand. Not on any level. And he's pretty sure he never will.

Abstract. 

Which is why he is struggling, trying to come up with something to say about the piece he is currently viewing. 

"It's... beautiful. You're very talented", he tells the artist. 

He's at a local exhibition, not showcasing any pieces of his own yet, but always interested and wanting to support his fellow artists.

He's even found a new favorite (potentially on par with Yagi Toshinori, though he'll need a closer look at more of his works to really be able to tell for sure) and his works are displayed next to this guy's. Unfortunately, this abstract painter had clocked him as he was on his way over there, and Izuku had immediately been intercepted. He'd been forced to stop, and more or less forced to have some sort of opinion on this random splash of color on a canvas. But this guy doesn't strike him as the type to take well to criticism. I mean, he's an abstract painter. Maybe Izuku is biased, but he thinks that says enough... 

"Yeah? You know, if I'm being honest, I'd much rather spend the night looking at you than the works on display here".

Oh, great. Now the creep is hitting on him, too. This is just what he needs. 

Trying not to be offended on behalf of his fellow artists, and trying to change the topic back to the guy's "art" (if only because it's the lesser of two evils), Izuku awkwardly laughs and says, 

"It's- it's really um... interesting. I like your... choice of colors". 

There's a scoff from behind him, and a rough voice saying, 

"Please. I've seen cum stains more interesting than this, and equally artistic". 

The crude comment has Izuku spitting his sparkling water all over the canvas before sending him into a coughing fit. The abstract artist panics and starts screaming about how his painting will be ruined, all while the crude commenter cackles like a maniac. Izuku apologizes over and over again, trying to tell him it was an accident, and how he was startled, and- Well, it doesn't matter. In the end, the artist runs off, screaming for someone to find him some napkins. 

Izuku turns to glare at the crude commenter (who is still laughing, by the way) only to be met with the most attractive man he's ever seen in his life. 

"Ah man, what an amateur. No way is a few napkins gonna do him any good". 

"Wha- Y-you don't know that! He might be able to- to dab it off and-"

"Oh shut up. It's fucking abstract. Nothing can save that painting, and you and I both know it!" 

Izuku's face is beet red for a thousand different reasons. He refuses to admit that he finds this guy's comments funny, and bites his lip so as not to laugh. But the way that he grins at him tells Izuku that he's not hiding his opinions as well as he might have hoped. Clearing his throat, he asks, 

"And h-how would you know what I know or not? That's a bit presumptuous, isn't it?" 

"Why? You're kidding me, right? I saw you. You were on your way to check out my works when that loser caught you. And I refuse to believe that someone with brains enough to like my art could possibly enjoy this crap!" 

Izuku pauses as he takes that in. He blinks, and then his eyes widen with awe. 

"You're Dynamight? You made those pieces over there?" 

"Yep", the man says with an easy shrug. His chest is puffed out with pride, even as he acts calm and casual. "Bakugou Katsuki. Who are you?" 

"I'm- I'm just- I love your art! I- That piece with the hands and the explosions- The- And the cherry trees with the- Oh! And don't get me started on your portrait paintings! I mean, they're just- they're- You're amazing! Your use of the-"

"Yeah, yeah. You can tell me how awesome I am in a bit. But first; what's your name?"

"M-me? I name- I mean- My Izu- Uh, my name is Midoriya Izuku. I'm... Izuku. Sorry, hi!" 

Katsuki snorts at his half-muttered, kind of failed attempt at an introduction, but takes his offered hand and shakes it anyway. 

"Well, Deku-"

"Izuku".

"Let's not waste more time looking at garbage. Let me show you my work instead". 

[docpunk2]

Pup cups & curly fries

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: No archive warnings apply Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional tags: Crack, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Getting Together, Vernon Boyd and Erica Reyes Live, Erica Reyes is a Little Shit, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Scott McCall is Part of Derek Hale's Pack, Smut, Potential first time (unspecified), Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Alcohol Language: English Words: 6,032 Chapters: 2/2 Summary:

“Stiles…” “Yeah, buddy?” he says through a mouthful. There’s a crinkle followed by silence, and he raises his head to glance over at where Derek is standing, still not far from the door. The man pulls a little plastic container close to his nose and hesitantly sniffs it. Stiles almost wishes he’d thought to film this glorious moment, but he actually values his life. Somewhat. Not enough to not do this, but enough to not film it. “Is this-… Why is there whipped cream in here?” To be fair, Stiles did also get him a double whatever-kind-of burger, with bacon! So he can’t be too mad, can he? Stiles really hopes not, because he can’t help snorting so hard he almost chokes on a fry. Finally, he clears his throat and says, “It’s a pup cup!” Silence. “Because… Because you’re uh…” “I highly suggest you do not finish that sentence. Not if you value your arms”. “M-my arms?” “Because I will break them”. “Yep. Uh-huh, yeah no, that’s… yep. You got it. Shutting up!”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/86593251/chapters/229146476

[docpunk2]

Soba ni iru

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: My Hero Academia Relationship: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Mental Health Issues, Ex-Villain Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Neighbors, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Crack Treated Seriously, First Time, Sibling Incest, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Feel-good (sorta?), Short Chapters, Second-Hand Embarrassment (mild?), Language: English Words: 12,015 Chapters: 8/8 Summary:

Now, Shouto is finally ready to move into his brand new, very old apartment. It’s his first, so in spite of how crappy it is, it feels kind of special. No matter the amount of paint flaking off the walls, or the scratches on the floor from the previous owner’s dining chairs, or that one patched-up hole in the ceiling from… well, whatever made it. None of that stuff matters!

And since he’d already decided yesterday to celebrate his freedom with takeout, he orders a pizza. It’s a decision that has absolutely nothing to do with his terrible cooking skills. Nothing. At. All. (It does.) He pays for them to leave it by the door - because no-contact delivery is, in his humble opinion, the best thing to have ever been invented - and when the app on his phone finally ‘dings’, he goes to pick it up. Just as he opens the door, however, so does his neighbor across the hall, and Shouto freezes. “You’ve gotta be kidding me”, Dabi says, stealing the words right out of his mouth. Shouto notices there’s a pizza on his side of the hallway as well. ------------

In which Shouto moves into his first apartment... and finds out that he's got some pretty interesting neighbors.

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