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The First Morning

@sdavid09’s Daily Writing Challenge

Character: Fíli

Fandom/Series: The Hobbit

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge

Prompt #1

Today is the first day of the challenge! So, tell us one of your character’s favorite firsts.

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The First Morning

There have been many ‘firsts’ in Fíli’s life, some are good and some are bad. They all had an impact on his life in some way.

There was the first time he held his baby brother, the first time he forged his first weapon, his first training lesson, his first hunting trip, and so many other things.

Out of all of them, his favorite First was braiding his One’s hair.

He and Kíli had spent hours upon hours over many years designing and crafting beads and clasps with their symbols and markers. How they had practiced their braids and styles on each other until perfected, ready to be done when their One was finally found.

He remembers that first morning, the morning after their wedding. Waking to Mallory sleeping in his arms. He can recall the sleepy kisses and wandering hands, knows they woke Kíli up who joined him in pleasuring their Wife.

They eventually got up to wash and eat and (mostly) get dressed.

He can still feel the nervous excitement that he felt as they finally sat down to do their hair.

He vividly remembers pulling Mallory from Kíli’s grasp as he finished adding his braids into her hair. He thinks of her in between his legs, her back against his chest, his fingers gently running through her red curls. He recalls the giddy joyful feeling that bubbled inside of him as he began to braid her hair for the first time, braiding each braid that fell against his brothers own. Each one symbolizing that she was their wife, part of the royal family, and many other things.

He smiles at the memory of her hands in his own hair, Kíli’s larger hands wrapped around hers as he helps guide her in braiding Fíli’s hair.

He feels the rush of love recalling it all. Her soft voice as they talk, her hands in his as he helps her braid Kíli’s hair, their lips meeting again and again as the three fall back into bed together.

Even after all this time he stills feels all of those emotions every morning and every time he braids her hair, but nothing will be as powerful or wonderful as that first time.

[theincaprincess]

Thranduil Masterlist

30 day writing challenge hosted by Deepestfirefun

14 day writing challenge hosted by Deepestfirefun 

Thranduil Daily Writing Challenge May 2019 Hosted by Sdavid09 

52 Week challenge Masterlist

Requests 

*NSFW* Morning Fun

The stag and the human part 1

The stag and the human part 2

The stag and the human part 3

The stag and the human part 4/final

Feelings of Autumn

Feelings of Autumn part 2

Feelings of Autumn part 3

Feelings of Autumn part 4

Feelings of Autumn part 5

Feelings of Autumn part 6

Feelings of Autumn part 7

Feelings of Autumn part 8/final

Petals in the fire

Petals in the fire part 2

Petals in the fire part 3

Petals in the fire part 4/Final

Cursed Of The Ancients

Oneshots

Surprise 

Letter of Truth

Rising from the ashes

Demon Nightmare

Final Goodbye

A winter’s dance

Until the last petal falls

The Cost Of War

One Dance

Party Crasher

Broken Love

Drabbles

Helping Hand

You don’t need the stars to shine

Sickness

Forgetful King

Thranduil season headcanon

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No Regrets

Daily Writing Challenge by @ sdavid09  -  Prompt #8:

Prompt: What is your character’s greatest regret?

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Author’s note: I already kinda wrote a fic about Tony’s regrets? Also, I really wanted to write something happier than all the ideas that came to my mind when I read the prompt, sooo... Here is some sugar-daddy!Tony AU :)

Warnings: use of foul language, sex scenes, not very Steve Rogers friendly 

MASTERLIST

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No Regrets

People say that he should be ashamed of himself, dating a girl half his age. They say that it’s simply disgusting, an old man like him sleeping with such a young girl. He probably makes her do things she doesn’t want to do, they say. He will use her, taint her and leave like a garbage for a younger, prettier. And she will be alone, broken.

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It happens during one of the most boring galas Tony has ever attended. He shook hands with every rich person there, exchanged pleasantries armed with hidden edges and spikes and is now making his usual rounds. He keeps looking for Y/N, who disappeared a few minutes ago and hasn’t reappeared yet. Jealousy, which he is not sure he even should feel, burns in his chest, consuming him. There are many younger, more handsome men here, who would not be opposed to entering this sort of relationship with her that Tony himself has. He wouldn’t be surprised...

There is a hand on his arm and Y/N sways gently towards him, her lips curved into an alluring smile. She puts something in his buttonhole while she pretends to smooth over his suit and then kisses his cheek and leaves him again, having apparently seen somebody she recognizes.  

Tony puts his hand into his buttonhole and picks up some piece of material. For a moment he doesn’t understand, the gears in his head for once dead, still. Then the realization dawns on him and the long-forgotten feeling of a hot blush crawling up his face surprises him, as he whips his head towards her.  

She is looking at him over her shoulder, still walking towards what he can see is a ‘staff only’ room, a flirtatious smile on her sinful lips. His feet start walking towards her without his conscious agreement and in his hand he clutches a pair of red-and-gold panties...

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People say that she is a slut, dating him only for his money. “A whore”, mutter the shocked housewives, hungrily watching TV shows about scandals and rumours from Hollywood. “How can he think she’s with him for anything else, she probably demands money after every night they spend together.”

*

She doesn’t like Steve Rogers much, even though many consider him a paragon of virtue. She rarely stays in the same room as he, even more rarely talks with him. She tries to stay out of his way as much as she can. She eyes him distrustfully when he argues with Tony, huffs with displeasure when he asks for updates on his uniform and ostentatiously leaves  when he tries to talk with her about her relationship with Stark.  

But when Steve during one of the outings, in full WWII uniform and in his Captain America voice, asks what Tony without his suit is, she SNAPS and slaps him across the face, spitting out a speech about deserts, needles and cacti. Both Steve and Tony are shocked, the soldier more at the force of the hit and Tony... Tony is surprised that she would think to defend him at all. So much that he misses the apology Steve mutters quietly and the appreciative glances Natasha keeps giving Y/N.  

Y/N gives Steve one more glare, catches Tony by his arm and takes him home and to the workshop, where she spends the next few hours playing with DUM-e and watching Tony create new marvels, seemingly out of nothing.

*

He doesn’t regret this. Not when she is laying on the bed, bound by her wrists to the headboard, clad only in the dark red lingerie he bought specially for this. She is ready for him, panting and moaning slightly, her thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure, her body arching beautifully. He licks his lips. He wants to tear every strap of the red material from her body, kiss the naked expanse of her skin and tease her mercilessly until she is begging him to fuck her at least twice.

She will not like it, him tearing off the gift he just gave her. She doesn’t like when he destroys her clothes, even though she secretly thinks it so very hot. The practical part of her mind always fights desperately against the more animal one - the one that wants to be claimed, possessed and marked at this very moment. 

Her eyes are half-lidded, clouded with desire when she looks at him and moans, causing all his self-resolve to crumble away.  

He’ll buy her another set...

[stories-by-shanna-p]

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2019 Master Post

Hello everyone! The time has come, and the Daily Writing Challenge has been competed! So many amazing writers participated this year, and there are so many amazing stories! 

This year, writers were allowed to pick one character (and only one writer was allowed that character). Then, for the month of May, I would post a prompt every morning. The prompts this year were intended to get writers thinking about their characters as much as possible! :D And boy did the writers come up with some amazing stories! Many put me in new crisis for characters!  

Be sure to check out the stories below! Each character has a link to an individual Master List so you can easily access ALL of the stories for that character, and binge read through them all if you would like! Be sure to give the writers some love, likes, and reblogs! <3 <3 <3

And in case you were curious, the prompts given for each day are listed at the bottom of this post! Happy Reading!!!

To The Writers:

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! All of you are absolutely fantastic and made this challenge more amazing than I ever thought it could be! Thank you for all of your hard work and writing and dedication! You created amazing content and I am so happy to have been able to be a part of that! <3 <3 <3

If you were a winner, I will tag you in a post letter from your character soon! Please be patient, as I will be rereading all your stories and really trying to make the letters perfect for you! :D Even if you didn’t win, thank you again for joining! I love being able to read all your amazing stories and sharing in the fun. I hope to see you at the next challenge! <3 <3 <3 

Character Lists: 

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester by @coallivesmatter

Sam Winchester by @girl-next-door-writes (WINNER) Link to Letter

Hobbit/LOTR

Kili by @i-am-not-the-real-alice

Bofur by @foxrun-fluffery

Dwalin by @emilyymichelle

Thorin by @deepestfirefun (WINNER) Link to Letter

Fili by @c-s-stars 

Thranduil by @theincaprincess (WINNER) Link to Letter

Harry Potter:

Sirius Black by @agthoven (WINNER) Link to Letter

Remus Lupin by @hanginwithmanerds (WINNER) Link to Letter

James Potter by @lostinaseaoffictionalbliss

Marvel:

Miles Morales by @rellasworld

Bucky by @specialagentlokitty (WINNER) Link to Letter

Loki by @thepokyone

Tony Stark by @lazilymysticalzombie

Peter Parker by @lady-of-lies (WINNER) Link to Letter

Steve Rogers by @supernaturallymarvellous (WINNER) Link to Letter

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo by @soradragon (WINNER) Link to Letter

Detroit: Become Human

Hank by @decadentenemyturtle

Star Trek

Leonard McCoy by @thegryffindorbookworm​

Prompt List: 

Today is the first day of the challenge! So, tell us one of your character’s favorite firsts. 

Sometimes, your character let’s their mind drift away to ‘what ifs’ and ‘if only’. Write your character living in one of those scenarios. 

TGIF! Thank God It’s Friday! Why does your character feel that way? 

Time sinks are great aren’t they, you just fall into an activity and time drifts away as you enjoy your activity...what is your character’s time sink? 

Everyone has a bad day. Your character has them too, but today is the worst of days. 

Your character has a dream, something they want more than anything...what is it, and how do they react when they finally get it? 

Your character has a date...how does that go? 

What is your character’s greatest regret? 

Your character is willing to do a lot...except this. What is it and to what extents will they go to get out of it? 

What is your character’s best day of their life? 

Everyone has that one secret fear. What is your character’s, and how do they cope when they have to face with it? 

Indulgence. it is tempting, and you try to resist, and your character has been resisting well. But they finally broke down and gave in...what happened?

Dreams can be fantastic or terrible...what is the dream your character keeps having? 

“Oh no, not them...” Everyone has that one person they never want to deal with. Who is that person to your character and why? 

Your character has never laughed so hard...what made them do that?

Your character has a special item they really care about. Something they would never leave home without. What it is and why does it mean so much to them? 

What is your character’s most embarrassing story from their childhood? 

Someone has caught your character’s eye...they may be in love! Who has captured their eye and how are they coping? 

There is a place...a special place...that your character always likes to go when they are stressed or scared. Where is that place and what is so special about it? 

Who is your character’s best friend? How did they first meet? 

How does your character fair with children? Are they good with them, awkward, do they dislike being around children? Tell us about it. 

Today is your character’s birthday! How does it go? 

What is your character’s greatest achievement?

About 20 inches of snow is piled up outside...so what does your character do? 

Loyalty is important in any relationship, and with your character that is no different. Tell us a time that their loyalty to someone else was tested. Did they stay true, or did they falter? 

Death. A single word can cause such pain, sorrow, and fear. Tell us a time when your character had to deal with death. 

Your character has a secret admirer! How do the find out about it? What do they do about it? Do they ever find out who it is? The world of FanFiction must know!

Perhaps it is for a holiday, or just a Saturday, but your character is going to sit down and spend some time with their family. Tell us how that day goes. 

Games. Everyone has played a game at least once in their life, whether it was a video game or something like Hide and Seek. Tell us about the last time your character played a game. 

Sickness. Illness. It sucks, doesn’t it. Even something like the cold can lay you up for days! So...what kind of patient is your character when they fall ill? 

FINALLY! The last day of the challenge! Tell us a time where your character tried something for the first time...and decided it would be the last time. 

Bonus Prompts:

Bonus Prompt 1: It’s April Fools Day! What is the most epic/funniest prank your character has ever pulled of…or had pulled on them?

Bonus Prompt 2: Spring has finally sprung where I live, and the first thing I do is spend a day outside enjoying the beautiful weather. What is something your character does when Spring has finally sprung?

Bonus Prompt 3: It sucks, and is a bit embarrassing, when you pull a muscle doing something you shouldn't have been doing... your character has pulled something. What did they pull and how did they pull it?!

[foxrun-fluffery]

MasterList: Tale Teller’s Daily Challenge (May) - Bofur

Master list of follow up stories for The Greatest Distance.

Read the original fic here: THE GREATEST DISTANCE

PLEASE FORGIVE PARAGRAPH FORMATTING What it looks like mobile and what it looks like on my desktop are two completely different things. I give up.

Each prompt comes from @sdavid09

BONUS #1 - It’s April Fools Day! What is the most epic/funniest prank your character has ever pulled of…or had pulled on them?

BONUS #2 - Spring has finally sprung where I live, and the first thing I do is spend a day outside enjoying the beautiful weather. What is something your character does when Spring has finally sprung?

BONUS #3 -It sucks, and is a bit embarrassing, when you pull a muscle doing something you shouldn’t have been doing… your character has pulled something. What did they pull and how did they pull it?!

Days: 1- FIRST

2- CAST ON

3- TGIF

4- IDLE HANDS

5- WORST

6- PLUS

7- DATE

8- REGRET

9- TRIM

10- STORK

11- FEAR

12- SELF CARE SATURDAY

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[a-winchester-fairytale]

Silver Heart - Part 1

Summary:  When Dean and Sam are enter an abandoned house to clean out a vampire den, they find a girl with no memory and only a silver heart necklace to tie her to her past.  Against Dean's better judgment, Sam agrees to help her figure out what happened to her and what she needs in order to move on.

Word Count: 831

A/N:  This was a idea offered by @sdavid09 for a Plot Bunny Challenge.  I am going to make this a three part series and this is the first chapter.  Thank you for a wonderful idea and I hope you all enjoy reading it.

“Sam! Look out!”  A voice cried out behind him and Sam spun around just in time to take the head of a vampire moments before she took his.  Sam jumps a bit at the sound of the silver necklace she wore as it lands across the room, her head resting at his feet.  He huffs and looks around suspiciously, ready for his next kill, the bloody blade resting comfortably in his fist.

“Who said that?  Where are you?”  He demanded, but only empty silence answers him.

“Who are you talking to?”  Dean asked, stepping into the room, wearing the results of a fight of his own down the hall. 

“I don’t know.  I heard a voice.”  Sam started to answer, but stopped when Dean smirked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“You sure you didn’t whack your head in that fight, little brother?”  Dean teased and Sam glared at him.

“I’m not crazy!”  He insisted, his words lost as Dean threw up his hands and took a step away, chuckling silently.  Sam rolled his eyes and turned away from his brother, hoping to avoid an argument but stopped as a nearly transparent figure appeared in front of him a few feet away.  “Uh….Dean?”  Sam said, his eyes frozen on the apparition.

Dean aggressively grabbed for the iron fireplace poker next to the door as soon as he saw the ghost standing only a few feet away from Sam.  He reared back, ignoring Sam’s shouts for him to stop.  He pushed past his little brother, but the figure flickered and then disappeared right before his eyes.

“Show yourself!”  Dean commanded, ready to wield the poker like a baseball bat.

“Dean!”  Sam yelled, trying again to get his attention.

“What?”  Dean snapped.

“Please, just wait a minute.  She’s not here to hurt us.  She just saved me from that vamp.”  Sam pleaded, gesturing to the body lying on the floor.  Dean rolled his eyes and groaned.

“Fine.”

Sam sighed with relief as he watched his brother storm out of the room, knowing that Dean wouldn’t go too far just in case he was right and this blew up in Sam’s face.

“You can come out.  We aren’t going to hurt you.”  Sam promised, his tone soft.  “Please…”  He added when a few moments passed.

Sam waited patiently until the figure of a young girl appeared once again, this time keeping a significant distance between herself and Sam.  “I’m not going to try and hurt you either.”  She said, delicately.

“I believe that.”  Sam said.  “What’s your name?”

“I don’t remember.”  She answered, looking away.  Sam could hear the disappointment in her voice and his heart broke a little at the sadness he felt fill the room. 

Sam guessed her to be in her early twenties with dark hair, but nothing about her physically gave away how long ago she might have died.  “Do you remember how you…..”  Sam started, but stopped when it occurred to him that she might not even realize she was dead.

“How I died?”  She finished and Sam smiled, nodding.  “I don’t.” 

“Did you die in this house?”  Sam asked, trying to help jog her memory.  She shook her head confidently.

“No, I remember coming here with them.”  She answered, venom in her voice at the reference to the vampire den. 

“The vampires?”  Sam asked and she nodded.  “Why would you be connected to them?” He muttered aloud.

“I didn’t want to, but the last one you killed stole something from me and I couldn’t let it go.”  She answered.  Sam thought for an instant before the image of a silver necklace flying across the room flashed into his mind.  He stood and walked over to the far wall and moving a dresser to be able to reach the chain behind it.

He lifted up the necklace, a silver engraved heart locket swinging in the air.  Before he could react, the ghostly figure stood by his side, tears glistening in her eyes as she focused on the jewelry dangling from his fingers.

“This is what is holding you here.”  He stated and the spirit bowed her head.  He looked for something that he could use to identify the owner but the clamp was frozen shut and the writing on the back was illegible in the dim light from the window.

“I feel like the reason is right on the tip of my mind, but I can’t reach it.  All I know is I feel drawn to that necklace and no matter what I try to do, I can’t be farther than a few feet from it.”  She explained.

“I have an idea.  What if I took it so you could come with us?  I want to help you figure all of this out.”  Sam offered.

“What about your brother?”  She asked, nervously.  Sam glanced over his shoulder to see Dean leaning stiffly against the door frame watching the entire exchange.

“He’ll adjust.”  Sam answered, more to Dean than the ghost.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Hamfast Gamgee, Original Hobbit Character(s), Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Otho Sackville-Baggins Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Gardens & Gardening, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Bag End, Hobbits, Hobbit Culture & Customs, Hobbit Courting, Between The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, Post-Hobbit, Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Slow Build Summary:

Hamfast Gamgee, loyal gardener of one Bilbo Baggins, does what he can to keep Lobelia Sackville-Baggins out of Bag End while Bilbo is off on his adventure. -WIP-

This is an adopted plot bunny from  @sdavid09 ’s Plot Bunny Adoption Challenge. Plot Bunny #46: Bilbo returns to the Shire to stay (everyone lives) to find a woman living in his house, claiming to be his wife. Turns out, after rumors that Lobelia spread that he was dead and should claim his home, Hamfast, his best friend and gardener, worked to put a plan in place. They forged documents and lied about their secret marriage to save Bilbo’s things from Lobelia. But now that he is back…what do they do?

@sdavid09 Here’s the first chapter. <3 I’m sure you had intended this to focus on the “what happens now that he is back”, but I could not resist writing the what happened while he was on his adventure part of it. Naturally that means Bilbo isn’t in the first chapter (or even in the first few...). ^_^;;

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged for any of my writing and indicate if you’d like to be tagged for ALL or specific characters. <3

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[aggiemae]

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge

This is for @sdavid09‘s Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge.

Day 18 Prompt:   Someone has caught your character’s eye...they may be in love!  Who has captured their eye and how are they coping?

Title:  “Attached”

Food, water, maybe rest.  Sirius wasn’t exactly sure just how much longer he could keep going.  He had already seen Harry, but now he needed to head to Hogwarts.  But he wasn’t going to get there unless he found a place to rest.  Which was hard when his face was in the papers.  But sleep.  Sleep was needed.  Maybe he could rest in this alley.  Yeah, rest.

“Hey there puppy dog, this isn’t a good place for you.”  Sirius opened his eyes slowly.  A woman with brown hair was crouched down in front of him.  Shit.

“Come here, I have some food at my place.  It’s okay, we can find your owner.”  Sirius tried to get to his feet to back away, but something about her just radiated safety.  He slowly started to walk forward, remembering to act like a scared dog.  

“That’s right buddy, come here.  I can get you a better bed than the concrete.”  Sirius placed his nose in her hand, sniffing it.  She smelled like a hospital, with hints of lavender underneath.  She was probably non-magical, which would be safe.  Yeah, he could rest there for awhile before running away.

She started stroking his head and down his sides.  “Poor boy, you’re skin and bones.  Yeah, let’s get you a good meal.”  She then stood up motioned for Sirius to follow her.  He could stay in the alley, or stay with a nice lady for a week.  Honestly, nice lady wins every time as he really was skin and bones.

He followed her down the street to a house that had some plants in front of it.  She unlocked the door and motioned for Sirius to follow her inside.  The woman immediately went into the kitchen to get a bowl where she filled it with water.  She sang under her breath as she sat the bowl down next to Sirius.  He started drinking and before he knew it, the bowl was empty.  Must have been thirstier than he thought.

While he was drinking, the woman had started heating up what smelled like chicken and rice.  Sirius couldn’t help but whine because it smelled so good.  She laughed, patted him on the head and put it in another bowl.  Sirius scarfed it down as soon as it was on the floor.  

“Easy buddy, you seem like you haven’t eaten in days.  Gotta take it slow otherwise you’re gonna get sick.  Think maybe you’ll let me give you a bath.”  Sirius looked at her with the most pitiful expression.  He could figure a way to give himself a bath when she was asleep thank you very much.

“Sorry buddy, but you stink.”  Well, maybe he did stink, but that didn’t give her the right to give him a bath.  But if he wanted to stay here longer, he needed to be a good house guest, and that meant getting a bath.

The bath itself was embarrassing and he couldn’t help but try and shake out his coat when he was soaked.  That brought a laugh to the woman, who almost sounded like she hadn’t laughed in a long time.  Maybe he could make her smile more.  Her face looked like it was meant for smiling.

Wait, no, no getting attached.  He had to go to Hogwarts soon.  That meant no attachments as he needed to get the rat.

But later that night when she laid out some pillows and blankets for him to sleep on, he couldn’t help but think that he was probably going to break her heart when he left.

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

April Fool’s Day

A/N: This is for Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2019. It starts in May, but this is an early Bonus Prompt. What is the most epic/funniest prank your character ever pulled off or had pulled on them?

Summary: James, you, and the rest of the Marauders reminisce on past pranks

Paring: James Potter x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 914

You, James, Sirius, and Remus sat around the table at the Order of The Phoenix headquarters reminiscing about good times. While things seemed to be going well in the war to stop Voldemort things weren’t exactly what one would call happy. Wanting to turn the mood around James thought it would be a good idea to talk about the past, when you were in school, and all of you were having the time of your lives.

“Hey  love you remember that time in 7th year when you managed to pull a prank on me and Sirius? Neither of us saw it coming at all,” James said.

You laughed softly and nodded. “Yeah, I remember. It took me weeks to put that together and I was really proud of it.”

Pranks were something the Marauders, mostly James Potter and Sirius Black, were known for. They took pride in not only pulling them off, but getting away with them by using their special map to get away before the professors caught them. But this time it was going to be James and possibly Sirius getting pranked. You had been thinking about it for weeks. Your boyfriend James had managed to get you every year since you started dating in 4th year. It was now 7th year and you wanted to get him back. While pranking wasn’t your forte you had been working on this for weeks. The muggle holiday, April Fool’s was upon you and you were going to get James good.

That morning at breakfast you acted like you always did with James. You kissed his cheek, laughed at his and Sirius goofing off and pretended you weren’t up to anything at all. You did everything in your power not to give away what you planned. “Good morning beautiful how did you sleep?” James asked as he took a seat next to you.

You kissed his cheek and laid your head on his shoulder. “I slept great. How ‘bout you?”

“Perfect. Me and Sirius have quite a few pranks planned for the day. It’s going to be a lot of fun isn’t it padfoot?”

“Oh definitely. We have a great one planned for Snivelus.”

You rolled your eyes at the horrid nickname they had for Severus Snape. “I’m sure it will be,” you said softly as you watched James and Sirius pick up their juice and take a drink. You managed to hide your smile behind your own glass knowing that now your prank would be set in motion. Of course Remus managed to notice the smile and raised a brow. ‘Wait for it,’ you mouthed to him. You had slipped a transfiguration potion into the boys’ drinks and soon they would start to morph.

“My shirt is starting to feel kinda tight.” James rubbed at his chest not realizing that the problem was he was growing breasts.

Sirius frowned. “So is mine.”

You giggled and took  bite of toast. With a proud grin you watched as your boyfriend and his best friend turned into girls. They had pretty good sized breasts, James’ shaggy black hair had grown to reach his shoulders while Sirius’ came to his middle back, their lips were fuller, and their features were softer and much more feminine.

“James?” Sirius spoke in a much softer and slightly higher voice.

“Bloody hell padfoot, you’re a woman!” James then realized his voice was just as high. “Oh no. So am I.”

Sirius looked highly upset and confused. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. Someone must have cursed us or something.”

Your high pitched laughter rang high and loud. You held onto your stomach as you doubled up, shaking from laughing so hard. Tears were even pouring down your face from laughing so hard.

James turned to you and narrowed his eyes.

“My dear sweet beautiful love did you have something to do with this?”

Because of your laughter you couldn’t talk. All you could manage to do was nod in affirmative.

“Why? How could you?”

You took a deep breath and managed to calm yourself. “Because darling you prank me every year and you always manage to prank other people. I wanted to finally get you back for all the stunts you’ve pulled. This right here took week’s of planning, but neither of you suspected a thing when you picked up your drinks.”

James crossed his arms and pouted. It looked absolutely adorable with his soft, full lips. “Well change us back,” he whined.

“No can do. You’ll have to wait for it to wear off. Should happen sometime this afternoon I assure you.” You shrugged not feeling in the least bit sorry for finally pulling a prank on your troublemaking boyfriend.

James pulled you into his lap and kissed your temple. “It was so weird walking around as a girl all day. We had to borrow bras and looser fitting shirts to accommodate our new body parts. Oh and having to deal with such long hair. Honestly Sirius I still don’t know how you manage it.”

“It’s really not that hard.”

You nuzzle into James’ neck and kiss softly. “It really isn’t. You get used to it after awhile and you find ways to deal with it,” you said.

James hummed and squeezed your hip. “Yeah well we learned a valuable lesson that day. Don’t mess with you. You’re sneaky and conniving when you want to be.”

“That’s true, but you love me anyway.”

“Yes I do and I always will.”

[squirrelnotsam]

Ghost Rider

Ship: Reader X OMC; Reader X Dean?

Characters: Reader, William (OMC), Dean, Baby

Warnings: I don’t know TV show violence, cheating, let me know if I forget something

Summary: Your boyfriend, trying to get into your pants, buys you a ‘67 Chevy Impala. Little did he know the past owner; Dean Winchester’s soul is attached to it.

Word Count: Approximately 3,290

Created for @sdavid09 #Tale Teller’s Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

A/N: I have this recurring dream of Dean’s ghost leaning against Baby just waiting for me. When I read the plot bunny, I just had to use it. As I was writing this piece, I realized all the different possibilities the story could have gone in. I am not happy with the ending it’s not the one I envisioned for this piece. I am making do due to time constraints. I would appreciate any kind of feedback both positive and negative.

Image lifted from Super-Wiki

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

Chuck Shurley once said, “This 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car…no, the most important object in pretty much the whole universe.” That is why it is such a shame to find it on a used car lot in Phoenix, Arizona.  William crawled around under the Impala, checking hoses and clamps. He opened the hood and checked the fluids. The engine compartment appeared clean. “How many owners did it have?”

“Two has far as we can tell,” the salesman replied, “originally from Kansas.” He shoved his hands into his plaid trousers and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“It looks clean, but the mileage is high. How much were you asking for this again?”

“Fifteen thousand. It’s a classic. Don’t find to many like this anymore.”

William ran his hand over his buzz cut hair. “I don’t know man. It’s more than what I wanted to spend on the little lady. Would you take ten for it?”

“Let me run it by my manager and see what he thinks,” the salesman ran into the trailer that was being used as an office leaving William out by the car.

He hoped she would put out after all the money he was spending on her. So far, she was nothing but a wet blanket. He wined and dined her. Bought her clothes and jewelry but still she kept blocking his advances.

Buzz, Buzz the sound pulled him from his thoughts. Buzz, buzz he pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at it. Abitch displayed on the screen. If it wasn’t the little lady. The salesman came out of the office waving him over just as he was going to accept the call. Instead he swiped decline sending her to voicemail. William slipped the phone back into his pocket and ran up to the salesman.

“I can go as low as thirteen. Just need you to fill out some paperwork and we will get you on your way and to show there’s no hard feelings I’m throwing in a few coupons for a free steak dinner.” William shook his hand and followed him into the trailer.

They sat down at a small table with a laptop on it. “Just need a copy of your driver’s license.” William pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. Opened it and slid his driver’s license over to the salesman. The lights started flickering, “that’s been happening a lot lately,” the salesman smirked, “hope the power doesn’t go out before we finish the paperwork.”

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

Y/N heard a rumble coming down the road. When it stopped in front of her house, she looked out the window and saw a gorgeous black car. She let out a groan when William stepped out of the vehicle. He was starting to get on her nerves. She had tried calling him earlier to cancel their date tonight, but he never returned her call. After the crappy day she had she didn’t want to put up with his unwanted advances. She was seriously considering breaking up with him, but her parents had their entire retirement riding on the business deal with his parents. If she broke up with him now the deal falls through and their retirement is gone.

The doorbell chimed as she was trudging down the stairs. She plastered on a fake smile before opening the door. “William, so nice to see you.”

He looked her up and down, then frowned. “You’re not ready.”

“You didn’t return my call earlier today. I’m really not feeling that well.”

“I got stuck in a meeting. We can always stay in tonight. Cuddle up with some movies.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

She looked around him to the driveway. “Did you get a new car?” Her eyes going wide.

“You want to go for a ride?”

“Give me a minute,” she said aloud. What are you doing Y/N thought to herself? You were just trying to cancel a date with the sleaze ball and now you’re going for a ride with him. Remember your parents. “It’s all about the parents.”

“What was that?”

Oops that wasn’t supposed to be said aloud. She was having problems keeping thoughts in her head tonight. “How are your parents?” She quickly covered as she finished slipping her shoes on and grabbed her wallet and keys.

“They’re doing good. There is some charity event coming up. They would like us to attend,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes as she locked the door. Y/N turned around and walked over to the car. She ran her finger across the hood and along the side following the contour of the automobile. “Hello, baby.”

William looked at her from across the top of the car. “Did you just call her baby?”

“Yeah, that’s her name.” She shrugged

“You name your cars?” He gave an incredulous expression. Y/N open the passenger side door and sat down on the bench seat. She rubbed her hand across the worn leather and caressed the dash.

“Doesn’t everyone? Who wouldn’t name their trusty steed?”

“You know it’s a car not living thing?” He scoffed. Starting the car up the engine roared to life. The vibration of the engine sending waves of pleasure through Y/N’s bones.

Y/N reached over and turned on the radio AC/DC’s Back In Black playing through the speakers. She starts headbanging to the beat of the song fingers tapping out the rhythm as she sings along. “You like this crap?” He questions as he changes the station.

“Let me guess you like Jazz music?” She looks over at him. His eyes stay on the road.

“Actually, I prefer Hip Hop.” The radio starts changing again and stops on Highway to Hell.

“Y/N would you please stop that,” he said irritated.

“That wasn’t me.”

“My hands are on the steering wheel and the only person in the car is you.” Y/N shivered. She turned on the heater. “What did you do that for?”

“It’s cold in here,” She said rubbing her arms.

The lights started flickering on and off in the car. “What the hell? I can’t believe that sleaze ball would sell me this piece of crap.” The car stalled in the middle of the road. William started banging on the steering wheel. Y/N opened the door. “Where are you going?” He growled.

She got out of the car and opened the hood. She started wiggling the wires around on the battery terminal. It all looked good. “You know I checked all of that before I bought the dumb thing,” he said. “There was a store a couple of miles back. I’m going to see if I can get some help.”

“Yeah you do that,” Y/N mumbled. Something was off and she was bound and determined to figure it out. “I haven’t spent most of my life learning about cars just to be stuck on the side of the road.” She opened the trunk up to see if there were any tools she could use.

She wasn’t expecting to find anything useful and was shocked to find a false bottom. When she lifted it up it was full of weapons. She began to wonder about William and if he was really a mass murderer. She was so lost in thought she never heard the footsteps coming up behind her.

“Where’s Winchester?” A voice snarled. Y/N turned around at the voice. A willowy man approached her.

“Who?” She questioned. Everything within her was telling her to run away.

“Dean Winchester, that’s his car.” He kept approaching her.

She looked confused. “Who is Dean Winchester?” She gulped as he stopped inches from her.

“Oh, this is sweet.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “You’re driving his car and you don’t know who he is?” He sneered at her. His gaze vacant and dead. Her eyes darted around looking for a way out of the situation. The air around her cooled. “Don’t even think about running, hun.” There’s nowhere to go and there are more creatures like me out in the woods.”

“Cr-crea-creatures like you?”

“I was just going to end this quickly, but perhaps I’ll keep you around. You’re fun to play with.” This time when he smiled, she could see his fangs. The vampire went flying against a nearby tree as Y/N’s body shuddered.

She doesn’t know how it happened, she couldn’t control her body. It was moving on its own. She grabbed a machete out of the trunk then stomped over to the vampire slicing his head off. She poured gasoline on his body and lit a match. “Adios bitch,” her voice was deep and gravely.

She put everything back in the trunk of the Impala got in the driver's seat and drove off into the night. She drove for sixteen hours straight and didn’t stop until she got to Lebanon, KS. She pulled up to a large building, its entrance was rather small and nondescript. It was located near the road but was almost below ground level. She opened the door and entered the room standing on a balcony.

Y/N was blown away by what she saw. There was a room filled with old electronic equipment. A table with the map of the world on it that glowed. The room adjacent to all the computer equipment contained a library and was decorated in lavish style. The walls were covered with bookcases and filing cabinets. At the end was a very large telescope. The central area featured a long wooden table and much of the furniture and decor were from decades past. She sat down in a comfortable looking chair and fell asleep.

“What happened?” Y/N groaned as she woke up. “And where the hell am I?” She looked around at her surroundings. The lights flickered and the air in the room chilled.

“Sorry about that,” a gravelly voice said. She looked to the source of the sound and saw a tall bow-legged man materialize out of thin air.

“What the…,” she said as her eyes grew wide. “Please don’t hurt me!” She yelled.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said raising his hands up in a placating gesture.

“You’re...you’re...you’re a gho...ghost,” she stuttered.

“Yeah, I wish you didn’t have to find out like this.” His face looked sad. “But all the things that go bump in the night. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, they’re all real.”

“Werewolves? Is that what...”

“No that was a vampire. My name’s Dean by the way.” He placed his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, Dean, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” She stuck her hand out to shake his hand. He grinned and shook his head to indicate no.

“I’ve used too much energy as it is now. If I tried to shake your hand I would just phase through.”

“Oh,” she replied. “No offense but where am I?” She glanced around the room.

Dean got a gleam in his eye. “I like to call it the Batcave, but really it’s a Men of Letters bunker. The safest place in the world.”

“The men of who?”

“Men of letters. It’s Illuminati for the supernatural. I want to show you something.” Dean flickered.

Y/N stood up and followed him down a hallway he stopped in front of a door with an Aquarian star with the number 11 in the middle of it. “It should be in here,” he said. Dean phased through the door. She turned the doorknob and entered the room.

There was a bed along with a desk and reading light, against it was a photograph of a blonde-haired woman. The room was decorated with guns and weapons. On the back wall hung an axe like weapon with a bone handle fastened to a long obsidian blade with a piece of leather. “Wow,” she said.

“In the desk drawer is my journal.” She could now see through Dean. He was fading fast. “It should answer…” He was gone.

“What have I gotten myself into?” she mumbled aloud. She went over to the desk and opened the drawer. Inside she found a leather-bound journal. Sitting on the bed she flipped through the pages she realized it was all about different types of monsters and how to kill them. Before Y/N realized it, she was fast asleep on the memory foam mattress.

The sound of the Imperial March from Star Wars woke her up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the palm of her hands and pulled her cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen. She missed a call from William and just like always he didn’t bother to leave her a message. Y/N rummaged around in the dresser and found a pair of sweats and an AC/DC tee-shirt that she changed into.

Feeling a little more presentable she found her way to the kitchen and surprisingly it was stalked with canned and dry goods. She placed some coffee grounds into the coffee maker added some water and flipped the switch to on. Coldness wrapped around her.

“You look good in my clothes.” The whisper in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes wishing she could see the handsome ghost with the pretty green eyes again. “Did you read the journal?” She heard.

Y/N turned around and slowly opened her eyes. Dean stood in front of her she noticed the freckles on his face. “I did,” she replied.

“So, you sacrifice yourself to save the world, thank you by the way. What happened to your brother?”

“Sam? I’m not sure. Thought he would be here.” The Imperial March started playing again. Y/N rolled her eyes and declined the call. “Shouldn’t you answer that?”

“He can’t bother to answer my calls I’m not going to answer his.”

“Won’t he worry about you?” Dean asked concerned.

“I figure it’s been roughly three days since the night with the vampire.”

“About that yeah,” Dean agreed.

“And he is just now calling me after leaving me stranded on the side of the road. What the hell kind of douche is that?”

“You can do so much better than him.” Dean smirked.

“Tell that to my parents. They’re the reason I’m with him to begin with. Some sort of business arrangement with his parents.”

“We should get you back to Phoenix, sweetheart. To your family and friends.” He pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. She sighed at the gesture. We can stop at a diner in town for some food.” He tossed her the keys to the car. “You can drive. Don’t scratch my baby.”

“So, I was right, about her name.”

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

It was late as Y/N passed the welcome to Phoenix sign. The windows were rolled down and the radio turned up loud. Dean kept her company on the trip sharing stories and singing aloud to classic music on the radio. She turned down the radio as she turned down the residential street and pulled up to William’s house. She turned off the car and faced Dean. “It was a pleasure meeting you Dean. Will we see each other again?”

“I’m attached to the car. I have to go where the car goes?”

“And the car belongs to William,” she sighed. Dean leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel the coldness of him along with something tingly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s okay Dean. I wanted it also. I really should go and return the keys to him.”

Y/N walked up to the door. Her mouth went dry, so she licked her lips and swallowed down a gulp of air. She knocked on the door.

“Y/N/N, sweetheart,” she could hear Dean’s voice in her ear, “you should really just take the car and leave.”

“What’s going on Dean?”

“Trust me, the guy's a douche.” She rang the doorbell then knocked on the door as loud as she could.

“William!” She frantically kept pounding on the door. “Answer the door!” She rang the doorbell a few more times for good measure.

“Who’s trying to break down the door?” She heard a female voice say.

“William are you in there?” Y/N said. She heard a click as a lock was undone and a tall, thin woman with blonde hair appeared as the door cracked open.

“What do you want?” She was wearing a button-down shirt that barely covered her ass. Her legs were bare and no underwear on. Y/N took in her appearance and the disheveled look of her hair.

“I want to talk to my boyfriend,” Y/N said pushing the door open and walking into the house. “Where is the bastard?” She walked past the woman to the master bedroom. “What the hell she yelled?”

“Y/N what are you doing here?” William looked at you, confusion on his face. “Thank goodness you’re okay. I’ve been worried about you.”

“I can see that,” Y/N said. “How long have you been fucking her?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking.”

“The blonde slut that answered the door.”

“Oh, that,” William replied.

“I’m not a slut,” the other woman said.

“Can it!” Y/N glared at her. “You might as well go home nothing here for you anymore.”

“This is my home,” she mumbled.

“What did you say? Oh, that is just...Ugh! I just can’t right now.” The lights flickered. A small smile spread across Y/N face as she thought about Dean. “You know what you can keep the no-good low life son of a bitch. Slick Willie just answer this one question, did you even bother to go back for me, or did you leave me for dead?”

“I had to get it from somewhere. You weren’t putting out frozen queen that you are.” Willie snarled.

“I only came by to return your car, but I think I’ve changed my mind.” She twirled the keys around her finger listening to them jingle.

“You go ahead and keep that piece of shit.” The lights flickered again. This time she could smell leather, gunpowder, and mint in the room.

“I know Dean. You know you really shouldn’t talk about Baby like that,” Y/N said.

“Who the hell is Dean? There is no one else here except for us three.” Y/N glanced at the blonde and shrugged.

“He’s the former owner of the car that’s going to haunt your ass if you don’t behave.”

Willie rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You know there is no such things as ghosts, right? You have definitely lost your damn mind.”

“Boo!” Dean said as he flickered next to Willie. Willie jumped and the blonde’s eyes got wide with fright and she ran out of the room crying.

“I don’t even want to know how you pulled that trick but keep the car. You’ll be crawling back before too long.” Y/N turned and left the room.

She saw the blonde in the living room sitting on the couch. “Sorry I scared you. Won’t happen again,” Y/N said as she walked out the door slamming it shut behind her. She got into the Impala and drove away into the night blaring AC/DC’s Shoot To Thrill.

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

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[stars-for-thought]

Spring Headcanons

@sdavid09’s Daily Writing Challenge

Character: Fíli

Fandom/Series: The Hobbit

Bonus Prompt #2:

Spring has finally sprung where I live, and the first thing I do is spend a day outside enjoying the beautiful weather. What is something your character does when Spring has finally sprung?

(I was inspired and loved how the wonderful and talented @theincaprincess did hers for this prompt. Hope that you don’t mind that I’m borrowing your idea!)

Fíli Spring Headcanons:

• Cleans and airs out his rooms

•Goes through his clothing: getting rid of what’s old and worn and mending what is damaged

•Cleans and polishes all of his weapons

•Collects and donates anything he doesn’t need or use anymore

•Helps Thorin with ordering and organizing things for the spring

•Makes sure Kíli does his own cleaning

•Goes out camping and tracking the area with Kíli

•Helps his mother bake and cook tasty foods with the new available ingredients

•Helps plan and organize the Spring Celebrations for the kingdom

[theincaprincess]

Thranduil Spring Headcanon

Here is the second Bonus Prompt for @sdavid09 writing challenge. 

“Bonus Prompt #2: Spring has finally sprung where I live, and the first thing I do is spend a day outside enjoying the beautiful weather. What is something your character does when Spring has finally sprung?“

So I thought this one would be fun to do as head cannons :D, hope you don't mind that, tagging my darlings 

Forever tag list @amyf20 @blankdblank @moonfaery @deepestfirefun @catthefearless @meyoko10 @tolkienprincess @starlightintherain89 @southsidesarcasticwriter @fuer-immer-jetzt

Thranduil tag list @sdavid09 @nikolett3 @j25m18c24  @letsbeinspiredby @gwendelerynan @tigereyesf @the-small-loki-wife @shanty-lol

Thranduil would order Mirkwood to be cleaned from top to bottom.

All the spring flavored wine would be pulled from the wine cellar, and more bottles would be ordered.

New trees and flowers would be planted.

Thranduil would bring out all his lighter colour of clothes, and put the darker ones away.

He would also change the leaves and berries in his crown.

Spring feasts in the forest.

Berry/flower picking.

Afternoon walks/rides in the forest.

Watching his elk raise its babies with the doe.

Watch the sunset every night.

Make flower crowns with Legolas when he was a child.

Reading/draw under his favourite tree.

Rearrange his bedchamber to account for all the longer days.

[lazilymysticalzombie]

Barge in (change my life, honey)

Daily Writing Challenge by @sdavid09  -  Prompt #2:

Prompt: Sometimes, your character let’s their mind drift away to ‘what ifs’ and ‘if only’. Write your character living in one of those scenarios.

Pairing: Tony Stark/reader

MASTERLIST

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Barge in (change my life, honey)

Tony Stark doesn’t regret things. He is an inventor, creator, pioneer. He doesn’t look back, but bravely meets the burning gaze of the Future. Challenges it. Conquers it.  

He simply doesn’t have time think ‘what if’ and ‘if only’’.

Tony, on the other hand, regrets a lot of things.  

He regrets, that he became colder to his mother during his teenager days, partly blaming her for his father mistakes, partly wanting to show them that ‘Stark men are made of iron’ and that he doesn’t need emotions. He should have been telling her that he loved her every single day.  

He regrets, that he didn’t reel himself in after his parents’ death, that he trusted Obadiah and let his company turn into an illegal weapon seller. He should have closed that branch ages ago, turn his legacy into a green power like it is now and never, never allow it to become tainted with blood of the innocents.  

He regrets, that he can’t keep Spiderman safe when the kid flies through the city on his spiderweb, fighting petty crime and deserving churros. Initially, Tony wanted to wrap Peter in bubble wrap and keep him hidden in the workshop, but Y/N said that’s kind of illegal.

So, yes. Tony Stark doesn’t do ‘what ifs’, but Tony definitely does.  

Like right now.  

He is sitting in his workshop, surrounded with blue screens with complicated blueprints displayed on them, a screwdriver in his hand and a very sleepy super soldier in front of him. Ideas were buzzing in his head, begging to be unleashed and used in creating something magnificent. He smiled up at Bucky and took a sip of his cold coffee.  

- How would you like a mechanical saw hidden in your arm? Like in that movie Y/N made us watch last weekend? What was it... ‘Treasure Island’?

- Ugh, - groaned Bucky, tiredly rubbing his eyes. His body might be ready for an assignment at every hour of the day, thanks to torture and regime imposed on him by HYDRA, but his mind was lately rebelling, preferring sleep and rest to workouts and fatigue. - I believe it was called ‘Treasure Planet’.

- Right! Of course! - Tony exclaimed happily, rolling away on his chair. - A good movie, too. Highly innovative. Packed with ideas. Sooo, do you fancy being like this John Silver fella? You’d never be defenseless.

- I’m hardly ever defenseless.

- Humpf. Fine. But when something happens do not come here and complain. - Tony shoot him a smirk and then turned to the door. - Honey! You are awake!

- As are you, I see. - Y/N said, slightly amused. - Bucky, are you alright? I know you don’ like the early hours.

Bucky looked at her with appreciation and then, without a word, stood up and headed towards the door.  

- Where are you going, Bucky-bear? We aren’t finished yet!

- Yes, you are, Tony. You need sleep. Now. - Y/N said with in a firm voice. - You’ll play when you wake, I’m sure Buck will be thrilled to help you.  

Barnes snorted, but winked at Tony before leaving the room. Tony scoffed at his girlfriend, stood up and looked around his workshop. His eyes took in the mess this room was; coffee cups, spilled oil and bits of metal laying here and there. He also noticed little trinkets that littered the place; photos he took during the vacation in Paris last year, with Y/N smiling face and Bucky’s grumpy frown on them; the stupid knitted helmet Bucky made him (apparently, knitting was very relaxing for the fearsome, former Fist of HYDRA) and cards for the Father’s Day that Y/N painstakingly prepared for him with Dum-E, U and Jarvis.

Tony for a moment wondered, what would have happened if Y/N didn’t one day barge into his life, show him the lies he was surrounded with (along with making him help Barnes and forgiving him) and then making out of all those broken, lonely people a family ready to defend each other to death. 

He decided; he doesn’t want to know – there is no way he would ever regret this.

[stories-by-shanna-p]

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2019

I did a similar challenge last year and it went amazingly! So, I decided to do another one this year. Perhaps I will make it an annual thing? We shall see! ^^ 

This challenge is exactly as it sounds, it is a daily writing challenge. Each day, I will post a prompt for those who sign up for the challenge, and it is the goal of each participating writer to write a story for that prompt. It is the goal that by the last day of the challenge, writers will have a story for EACH story prompt for the month of May! Last year, the prompts contained a quote, song, genre, line of text, etc, but this year, I have created some different ones to really get you thinking and writing different aspects of your character! :D  

If you are feeling inspired, see the rules below on how to enter the writing challenge as well as how to participate, as they both have some information in them you will want to note going forward.  I will note, only one writer will get a certain character, no duplicates.  So you get that character all to yourself for the challenge!

I am doing sign-ups a month in advance for people to think about which characters they would like, as well as to give everyone a heads up, and I may do some early bonus prompts! :D  Be sure to read below for the details! I hope you will consider joining in! This is a great way to dive into a character, get to know them, or even have fun with a character you aren’t as familiar with! 

Remember: Prompts will begin on May 1st and end on May 31st!  The Master Post with all the stories and authors tagged will be posted June 1st! 

Rules:

Each writer will chose a character from one of the following fandoms: Supernatural, Hobbit/LOTR, Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, TMNT, Marvel, or Detroit: Become Human. This character must be the main subject of each writing prompt in some way. I hope this will allow writers to dive in and really get into one of their favorite characters. 

Once a character is chosen by a writer, it CAN NOT be chosen by another. 

Each story post must contain the tag #Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge as well as tagging me, so I can read and reblog! 

Remember, you will have ONE CHARACTER assigned to you, and that character must be the main one in your stories. You are welcome to use any format, xreader xOC ships, any such things, but stick to your character. Of course, you will use other characters, but make sure your main focus is the one you selected. 

If you decide you you don’t want to participate after the challenge has started, just shoot me a message. I understand things happen and writing has to sit on the back burner, so don’t fret if this happens. I will still include the stories you did write on the Master Post! :D 

How to Enter/How to Participate:

All entries must be submitted via ASK. 

When you submit your entry, please identify the character you would like  and the blog username you will be posting under. It is important to identify this as I will tag writers in the daily prompt post each morning. 

I would recommend, as it would help the sign-ups go much more smoothly, to list your top 3-5 characters you would like to write for. This way, if your first option is already selected I can assign the next available one to you! As it is a first come, first choice availability, this will help things run much smoother. 

Each morning of the month, I will post a new prompt and tag you in that post.  You then can write a story using that prompt.  

Each writer needs to upkeep their own Challenge Master Post. Last year, I had massive linking issues with the number of stories, so I am asking that each writer make their own master post for the challenge. I am happy to show people how to do this. What this means is that when you post a new story, you will add it to your Master Post. I will then link that Master Post on the challenge Master Post that will be sent out on June 1st. That way, hopefully, we can get all the writers on one post this time!!! (Instead of the 5 or 6 it took last time XD) 

With that in mind, as soon as you make your Master Post for the challenge, please be sure to send it to me so I can link it! :D 

You don’t need to worry about posting EVERY SINGLE DAY, as long as you post all the stories before the end of the month, you can “win” the challenge! 

As I know it can be a challenge to post each day, so I am offering a special reward for those who participate in the challenge AND post all of their 31 stories in the month of May.  If you accomplish this task, when the challenge is over, I will write and send you (on Tumblr) a letter of thanks and appreciation from the character you wrote for! If you want to see how this worked last time, search #Tale Teller’s Writing Challenge on my blog. Quite a lot of people won last year! 

How to “Win”:

You will “win” the challenge if you are able to submit a story for EACH AND EVERY PROMPT for the month (excluding any bonus prompts). 

IF YOU WIN--You will get a hand written note (from me) as your character, thanking you for your dedication to them for 31 days and all you have done for them. (These will be posted as an image in Tumblr and you will be tagged in that post)

IF YOU DON’T WIN--Your stories will be linked on the master post to be shared with everyone. No worries, no fuss, but that also means no letter :(

I know it sounds crazy, but I hope that more than anything, if you join in, you will have fun and be inspired!!! Happy Writing! 

List of Authors Signed Up: 

Supernatural

@coallivesmatter with Dean Winchester 

@girl-next-door-writes with Sam Winchester 

Harry Potter

@agthoven with Sirius Black

@hanginwithmanerds with Remus Lupin

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss with James Potter

Marvel

@rellasworld with Miles Morales

@specialagentloki with Bucky Barnes

@thepokyone with Loki

@imagines-for-the-unpopular with Sam Wilson 

@lazilymysticalzombie with Tony Stark

@lady-of-lies with Peter Parker

@supernaturallymarvellous with Steve Rogers

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

@soradragon with Leonardo 

Hobbit/LOTR

@i-am-not-the-real-alice with Kili 

@kettsuskinchanger with Bofur 

@emilyymichelle with Dwalin

@deepestfirefun with Thorin

@c-s-stars with Fili

@theincaprincess with Thranduil

@life-is-righteous with Legolas

Star Trek

@thegryffindorbookworm with Leonard McCoy

Star Wars

@silentwanderlustfanfiction with Armitage Hux

Detroit: Become Human

@decadentenemyturtle with Hank 

[foxrun-fluffery]

The Greatest Distance Daily - FEAR

Tag: @sdavid09 @walking-potter-davinci-games @sherala007

Everyone has that one secret fear. What is your character’s, and how do they cope when they have to face with it?

FEAR

“Bottles are in the fridge, you know how to heat them. I stocked up the diaper caddy, she naps at three. Riordan’s snacks are in the fridge. Dinner can go in the oven at five.” Piper issued the same directions again, though they had gone over them twice already.

“Yer sure ye have t’ go?” Bofur asked, for the eighth time that day. He had Tabbi over his shoulder, patting her back, hoping she would burp soon before she got a gas pain. He knew the answer, he knew she had to leave. And he hated it.

“You got this, hon. Rio’s sleeping over at his friend’s house, so it’s just one kid to keep an eye on. And she can’t even escape.” Piper assured him. “I won’t be long.”

“Five hours!” Bofur objected, “Seems quite long enough!” Never in his life had he been solely in charge of a baby. Not once. Not even of Bombur. “Yer gonna have yer phone, aye?” He asked, watching her nod, following her to the door. “Drive safe.” With one last kiss, she was out the door to a regional meeting for her company.

It was around two minutes after Piper’s truck pulled out of the driveway that Tabbi began to cry. He bounced and patted her, rubbed her back and hummed her favorite lullaby. Nothing changed the howls. Was he a poor father? No, babies cried. Babies cried a lot. He just had to listen, to find the source. “Ah, now, me little gem. Tell yer Da-Da,” he had adopted using the human word as Piper and Riordan did, “what’s wrong.”

Tabbi whimpered and whined, for only a second more before letting out a tiny belch, though Bofur was quite proud. Then she hiccuped and gummed on his shoulder.

“Ah! That’s me beautiful little lass!” Bofur rubbed her back soothingly, smiling. Maybe there was nothing to be afraid of after all. He snuggled her, kissing her face and laughing when his moustache made her smile and giggle. Cooing to her, he smiled when she got a firm grip on part of his beard. It hurt, but he’d gotten used to it by now. “Look’t ye, me strong wee lass! Such a cute little pebble!” Blowing raspberries on her cheeks, he soaked in all of the laughter his precious daughter let loose.

Many hours, a horrifying diaper, one long fuss, a full tummy, a loud belch (from each of them), and one peaceful nap later, Piper returned home. She hurried up the step, knowing she could trust her husband, but still worrying to a degree. But when she opened the door, she saw Bofur laying on the couch, their daughter sprawled happily on his bare chest. Her tiny fist was balled in his chest hair, and his large hand rest on her back lightly. Both were sleeping continently. Walking over, Piper leaned down to kiss Bofur’s head.

He stirred and smiled up at his One. “Amrâlimê!” He whispered. “Ye home, I… musta fell asleep too.”

“So how was it?” Piper asked, perching on the edge of the cushion.

Bofur looked down at the little one sleeping on his chest. He had been terrified that somehow, someway, he wouldn’t be able to care for her on his own. That he would be a failure as a father, not only in this, but in general. All of that washed away as he looked at the little pudgy cheek smooshed against him, and his daughter’s content sleeping face. He was fine. “It was great.”

Piper leaned down and kissed him, “Wonderful! Because the meeting is being continued tomorrow, I’m afraid. So you’ll have to do this again.”

Smiling, he nodded confidently, “Any time.”

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Masterlist - Marvel

Steve Rogers

Fix You

The Relationship Predicament

Revelations

Home

Tell His Story

The Start of Something Special

Future Plans…!

Disaster in the Laboratory

Birthday Surprise

The Angel of the Night

I’d Follow You Anywhere

The Situation

2019 Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge

2019 Hello Spring Daily Writing Challenge

Bucky Barnes

Cafe Conversations

Zombies...Everywhere!!

Tony Stark

Hips Don’t Lie

Straight Up

It’s All Fun & Games

Friendship & Lies

Bad Blood - Tony Stark x Reader series

Introduction

Things We Lost In The Fire

Sam Wilson

Fading Away

Marvel - Random

Friendship Fics (no romantic pairing)

The Fight of Our Lives

Sugar & Spice 

The Wrath of Romanoff & Barton