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“Marry Me” - John x Stella (unedited)

We sat in the bay window together in just our underwear, her body between my legs, and passed the joint back and forth. The sun was setting and the light was painting a beautifully romantic picture.

I got up and got my camera. When I returned, I sat across from Stella and started snapping pictures. She looked so sexy, the joint hanging from her fingers, her knees pulled up slightly to hide her bare chest, her hair messily piled on top of her head. She had a peaceful look on her face, as if she had no worries at all.

She handed me the joint and picked up a slice of pizza from the box on the floor. I took a few puffs and got some shots of her taking bites out of her pizza.

I put my camera down and smiled at how she hummed along to the soft music that was playing in the background.

I marveled at how I was so blessed to have found this girl. The love of my life. So perfect in every way possible. I wanted her forever.

“Stella.” I said quietly, moving closer to her.

“Hm?” She replied, looking at me. The sunlight danced in her eyes, turning them into beautiful pools of honey.

I took her hand. “Marry me.”

Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed. “What?”

“Marry me. I want you to be my wife. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to love you until the end of time. I want you, forever.”

A smile crept across her cheeks. She nodded quickly.

“Yes!” She laughed. “Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes!”

She held my face and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

“I love you so much, John,” she said.

“I love you too. More than anything in the world.” I replied. “I wish I had a ring to give you. This wasn’t exactly how I planned to ask you.”

She pulled away and smiled, holding my hand in hers. “I don’t care about a ring. I don’t even care about a wedding. As long as I have you, I’ll be happy.”

She kissed me softly.

“You’re so perfect,” I whispered.

She took the joint from me. “You’re one to talk.”

She took a hit and I picked up my camera again. I took some more photos of her. She was glowing before, but now she’s absolutely radiating. The love and joy we were sharing in this moment was just overflowing out of us and you could see it. Just in the way we were sitting. The way we were smiling. The way the light was hitting us.

I couldn’t wait to make this our forever. These moments were what kept us going. These moments of peace where we just enjoy each other’s company. No stress or expectations or responsibilities. Just contentment and relaxation.

I had seen this moment hundreds of times. But tonight was different. I hadn’t planned on asking her today. Or anytime soon. I knew I wanted to marry her someday, but I hadn't put much thought into it. But tonight, in this moment… I knew I wanted it to happen. I was feeling a love and need for her that I hadn’t felt before. Something in my heart was telling me that I needed to marry her as soon as possible.

I couldn’t wait for that day to come.

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OK SO what about a plot where muse a is a waitress or something and she’s working a shift one night and like this group of super hot cops come in and she has to be their waitress and she’s trying to not act weird but she can’t help it and they notice it and are teasing her about it, but muse b is doing it a lot more than the other too and like maybe the diner requires her to wear skates and maybe she like stumbles and ends up spilling like soda, water, etc. on muse b’s crotch and she’s like ‘omigod omigod omigod’ and he just thinks it’s cute and funny and so he leaves her his number on a napkin and maybe she panics and doesn’t text him because she thinks he’s intimidating AND THEN MAYBE THE NIGHT DAY SHE LIKE LOST A BET OR SOMETHING AND HER FRIENDS MAKE HER GO SKINNY DIPPING IN THE LAKE EVEN THOUGH IT’S TRESPASSING AND THEN THE POLICE COME AND HER FRIENDS DITCH HER AND OH SHIT IT’S MUSE B AND SHE LIKE COMES OUT OF THE WATER TO SEE HIM STANDING ON THE DOCK AND HE’S LIKE ‘why didn’t you text me?’

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I know I made this but I still feel called out

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OTP Drabble Challenge!

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask, along with a pairing, and you write a drabble using that dialogue in your piece! Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The doctor said it’s normal” - “Well that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

“Baby, you’re not a bother.” - “I’m too needy, you don’t deserve it.”

“Come with me to the other room.” - “We’re not going to talk about this now.”

“Did you just hiss at me?” - “Are you judging me?”

“Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!!” - “DON’T THROW SCISSORS!”

“Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering*

“Did you hear that?” - “I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“I want my best friend back.” - “Kevin is over there.”

“H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”

“You’re lying, you’re blushing.” - “Shut up, no I’m not!”

“No, I’m not talking to you.”

“No more!” - “Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies.”

“What do you have?” - “Pizza rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. Popcorn?”

“The salad here is really good.” - “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”

“Open this.” - “Can you say please?”

“I just came to say goodbye…” - “Bullshit, you just feel bad.”

“You’re on level 176.” - “Can you judge me harder?”

“Jinx, you owe me a coke.” - *can’t speak until they buy a soda*

“Please don’t leave me.” - “I don’t want to go”

“Babe, I’m sorry.” - “Suck my ass.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire!” - “Seriously, you’re worse than a kid.”

“You can’t ride a bike?” - “Why are we whispering?”

“Is it that time of the month?” - “You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!”

“We’re going downtown.” - “There’s a strip club downtown.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.”

“It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!”

“Take it off.” - “Like a bandaid?”

“I told you…” - “Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit nagging.”

“Boo?” - “You’re my boo.”

“Don’t you ever do that again! You scared the shit out of me!”

“You broke what?!?” - “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

“Why’re you dressed like that?” - “Does that mean it looks good or should I change?”

“Fine, just do what you have to do.” - “Can you stop being so freaking cute so I can concentrate?”

“…then I picked up your coffee by mistake.” - “All I want is an apology.”

“Well, this is awkward.” - “Don’t touch me.”

“You can’t make me.” - “What are you? Five?”

“You’re a blanket hog!” - “Leave me alone and stop being so selfish.”

“It’s not fair that you’re hot and funny.” - “Look who’s talking…just kidding, your jokes suck.”

“I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.”

“Should I be worried?” - “Is the grass green?”

“You’re kidding me?!” - “Shush, my mom never taught me.”

“I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Will you go with me?” - “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Baby, I’m scared.” - “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”

“Come inside, I’m sorry.” - “Not until you apologize.” - “I just said I’m freaking sorry.”

“Your voice is sexy.” - “Your ass is sexy.”

“If I asked, you’d say no.” - “You don’t know that.”

“Seriously, the chimney?” - “The squirrel can’t win!”

“32?” - “I’ll prove it!”

“It’s just so little and adorable.” - “That’s what she said.”

“You’re not mature enough to be a parent.” - “Try me.”

“Take a chance.” - “Umm…let me think…no.”

“Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!” - “Okay, just don’t hit me.”

“You forgot about my birthday!” - “In my defense, I forget about a lot of things.”

“You need more stamina.” - “No, I need more steak and eggs. So…get on it.”

“Can you dance with me?” - “You’re not mad?”

“I’ll smash it, I swear.” - “You smash it and we’re done.”

“Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

“I’m not going in.” - “Then we’re not going to get a treat after.”

“I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” - “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”

“I found it in the recycling bin.” - “Well, you’re the one killing the environment, so who’s really in the wrong here?”

“We bet, and you lost.” - “But tattoos are permanent.”

“Can you quit being so sassy?” - “Can you quit being so controlling?”

“Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!”

“What time is it there?” - “We’re in the same time-zone.”

“Quit flirting.” - “I didn’t mean to-”

“I just don’t know what happened.” - “You’re too good for them.”

“You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”

“Tell me what I can do to help.” - “Sing me to sleep.”

“You still need your baby blanket?”

“Did you black out?” - “I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

“Let’s just bury the hatchet.” - “Fuck your hatchet.”

“I bet it’s a boy.” - “I bet it’s a turtle.”

“Spare change?” - “You can’t be responsible, you don’t get your wallet.”

“Cuddle or leave.” - “So is that a no to supper?”

“Are you high?” - “I’m just so fucking tired.”

“Why did I marry you?” - “It took a lot of convincing.”

“Who’s texting you?” - “Umm. nobody.”

“You have two choices.” - “Neither of which I like…”

“I want a dog.” - “I want a cat.”

“Chinese food?” - “Do we even know what that’s made of?”

“These sheets are stained.” - “That’s disgusting.”

“You don’t know how to change a tire?” - “Give it a rest, would you?”

“That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, kiss me so they see.”

“We got lucky. You’re not gonna do that again, right?”

“Hey, babe, look what I found.” - “GET THAT OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!!!”

“You’ve been replaced.” - “Alright, we’ll see how you feel when you need me to kill a spider in the shower.”

“Are those slippers?” - “Is that you being mean? AGAIN?”

“You forgot your book.” - “No, I lost my book!”

“You’re weird.” - “Or you’re just basic.”

“We need a vacation.” - “You read my mind too much, it scares me.”

“Why’d you hug him? You love him?”

“Sorry.” - “Good choice.”

“Luck? Nope. Skills.” - “If it’s skill then do it again.”

“Why can’t you just believe me?” - “Because you lied about it before.”

“This bath is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

*Make up your own*

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As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you

I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you

I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you

I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase

I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all

I love you

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Untitled WIP (Sweet Pea x OC)

This is a Riverdale fic that I started and haven’t finished yet. I have a few ideas for how I want it to go. Looking for feedback! Give me your thoughts, corrections, ideas, etc. This is unedited so there may will be mistakes.

Summary: After leaving Riverdale for five years, Sweet Pea returns and finds that he is not as welcome as he hoped he would be. The girl he loved has moved on with her life and is keeping a secret from him.

"You can't just come back and act like everything's fine- like nothing happened. Not after what you did."

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Never wanted to hurt me? Hah! You did more than just hurt me, Sweet Pea. You destroyed me. I couldn't get out of bed for weeks. I spent countless sleepless nights wondering what I'd done to deserve it- wondering if everything you'd ever said to me had been a lie. But eventually I moved on. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. Because I was left to clean up your mess and to be the responsible one. Like always. You have no idea how hard these last 5 years have been for me." For what seemed like the first time in his life, he was quiet. He didn't know what to say. He thought he was doing the right thing when he'd left all those years ago. He was just trying to protect her. But as soon as he'd left he knew he'd made a mistake. He couldn't go back though. Not after how he'd left things. He knew he'd never be able to fix what he'd broken between them, but he thought that maybe, after all this time, he could at least try to put some of the pieces back together.

She shook her head, still unable to believe that he'd dared to return to the place they had once called home together, the place where their love had started and ended. It was truly a cursed place. Nothing good ever came from it. Except one thing.

"If you'll excuse me," she said, "I have somewhere I need to be."

And with that, she spun on her heel and headed in the opposite direction.

He sighed and went back inside the bar. His old friends gave him sympathetic smiles as they tried to comfort him. They may not have agreed with him, but they knew why he left. They'd tried to convince him to stay, knowing the secret she had been keeping from him, but it was all for naught. He had to protect her from what was coming his way. He couldn't be around her, or any of his friends, when it happened.

She got to her car and sat in the driver's seat, feeling the pain that she'd felt when he left bubbling to the surface once again until it took over her whole body. And she let it. She let herself shed tears for him once more. The man she'd once loved, whom she thought she'd spend the rest of her life with, who shattered her heart into a million pieces right when she needed him the most, had returned. She thought she'd never see him again. And she was okay with that. Because she knew seeing him would break her heart all over again. Yet here he was. And here she was. Crying, once again, over the father of her child.

When she finally composed herself, she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes and started her car. She had already been running late before he showed up. She drove to the Northside, parking at the Pembrook, where her best friend lived. She went upstairs and let herself in with the spare key she had.

"Mommy!" the little girl said happily, getting up from the dining room table and running over to her.

Maggie smiled and picked her up, kissing her on the cheek. "Hi princess! Did you have fun with Auntie V today?"

She nodded. "She took me to the movies and then she took me to Pop's and we had milkshakes! I told her that you never let me have milkshakes and she said you weren't any fun."

"Katie, you promised you wouldn't tell her I said that," Veronica laughed as she walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"Oopsie," Katie giggled as her mom put her down. She ran back to the table to finish the picture she had been coloring.

Veronica barely had to look at her friend to know something had happened. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly, not wanting Katie to hear their conversation.

"He's back," Maggie whispered, barely able to get the words out.

That's all Veronica needed to hear to know exactly what was going on. She led her to the couch, where they sat next to each other.

"You saw him?" she asked.

Maggie nodded. "At the Wyrm. He got there right as I was leaving. He tried to apologize."

"What did you say? Did you tell him about Katie?"

"No. I couldn't. I can't. He can't know. I can't let him leave her the same way he left me."

"You can't hide her from him forever. The Southside isn't that big and people talk. Either someone's going to tell him or he's going to see her. Either way, he'd going to find out. But it'd be better coming from you."

"Or I can not tell him and hope he leaves sooner rather than later."

"Maggie…"

She sighed. "I just don't want him to hurt her."

Veronica wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling her into a hug.

"It won't be easy, but he deserves to know," she said quietly.

Maggie nodded and pulled away. "I'll talk to him. I just have to figure out what to say."

"It'll be okay." Veronica assured her with a soft smile.

Maggie stood up. "I should get her home. It's late."

Veronica stood as well and they walked to the table.

"It's time to go, sweetie," Maggie said. "Let's pack up your things."

"But I wanna stay with Auntie V," the girl whined.

She chuckled. "You'll see her again in a few days. You have school in the morning though and it's already past your bedtime."

"I told you she's no fun," Veronica joked as she helped collect Katie's things.

"Thanks, V," Maggie laughed.

They said their goodbyes and Maggie drove them back to the Southside, to Sunnyside Trailer Park.

Parking in front of her trailer, she noticed a familiar bike next door. His bike. She sighed and took Katie inside quickly, trying to avoid being seen.

After bathing her and getting her ready for bed, she tucked her into bed and was reading her a bedtime story when there was a knock on the door.

"Stay here, baby," she said, getting up, "I'll be right back."

She got up and prayed that he wasn't at the door. But, with her luck, he was.

"What are you doing here?" Maggie asked in a hushed tone.

"I just want to talk." Sweet Pea replied.

"Now's not really a good time. I'm busy."

"Please. Just five minutes. Let me explain myself. And if you still want nothing to do with me, I'll leave you alone."

She sighed and stepped outside, closing the door behind her.

"You can have two minutes."

"We can't talk inside? It's cold out and you're not wearing a jacket."

"No," she said sternly. She was actually freezing, seeing as it was the middle of January, but Katie's stuff was scattered around the trailer and she didn't want him to see it, nor did she want her daughter to hear them talking.

He sighed. "I was trying to protect you. I got caught up in some stuff and I messed up. I was in trouble.”

This time, she was the one who didn’t know what to say. She sat down on the steps and tried to process what he’d just told her.

He sat next to her quietly.

“What did you do?” She asked after a while.

“I was trying to make some extra money. 

"Did you have to make it hurt so much though? I get that you were trying to do what you thought was best, but did you have to be so cruel?"

"I had to make sure you didn't try to come after me. I didn't know how else to keep you from following me."

"Do you understand just how badly you hurt me, Sweet Pea? I needed you. And you know what you said? You said you didn't care. You said you couldn't care less about my problems anymore. My problems weren't your problems and I needed to stop acting like they were."

"Maggie, I will be apologizing for this for the rest of my life. But I had to keep you safe. I didn't have any other options."

"You could have told me!" She stood up and started pacing. "You could have told me you were in trouble. I would have helped you get out of town. I would have done everything I could to help."

"I couldn't let you get involved."

"What about the others? Did they know about this? Toni, and Fangs, and Jughead? Did they know?"

He was silent.

She scoffed. "You are unbelievable."

Suddenly the door cracked open.

"Mommy?" A small voice said. The two of them looked to see Katie peeking out at them.

"I'll be right there, hon. Go back to bed please." Maggie said with a forced smile, not wanting Katie to see that she was upset. She waited for the door to close again before looking back at Sweet Pea. "I need to get her to sleep. Can you please leave?"

"Maggie…" He said quietly.

"I don't have time to talk right now." "Maggie, is she my daughter?"

"I told you I don't have time to talk. Please leave." She tried to walk past him, but he stood and blocked her.

"Is she my daughter?" He asked again, more sternly this time.

"Yes, Sweet Pea," she cried out, exasperated. "She's your daughter. I tried to tell you but you said my problems weren't your problems anymore. And then you left."

"Babe… if I'd known…"

"Stop. I'm not your 'babe' and you don't need to lie to me. It wouldn't have changed anything. You still would have walked away from us. You still would have left me alone to raise a child, our child."

"I would have tried to do things differently. I would have… I don't know, sent you money or called you, made sure you were both alright and taken care of."

She rolled her eyes. "We've done just fine without you, without your money or your help. And we are taken care of. Katie is the most loved little girl in all of Riverdale. All of the Serpents and the Poisons, and Veronica and Achie, and, hell, even Reggie, have been here for us, babysitting and helping me keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. Now, I have asked you nicely, to leave. But if you don't, I will not hesitate to call the cops."

And with that, she pushed past him and went back inside.

Katie was sitting on the bed that they shared, waiting for her to join her.

"Mommy, who was that man?" she asked as she crawled back under the covers.

"Just an old friend." Maggie replied, handing her daughter a teddy bear- a teddy bear Sweet Pea had gifted her back when they were dating.

"Did he make you mad?" the girl questioned.

"No, baby. Not at all. We just had a little disagreement. But everything is fine. Let's finish reading that story so you can go to sleep." She smiled and picked the book up off of the night stand.

When she finished the book, she looked over to see Katie sound asleep. She kissed her head and turned the light off before walking out of the room and into the living room. She peeked out the front door to see if Sweet Pea had left. She was both relieved and disappointed to see that he was gone. She didn't want him around, not after what he'd done, but at the same time she wanted him back in her life. She missed him more than anything. And the fact that Katie looked just like him didn't make things easier.

She sighed and locked the door. She got ready for bed and curled up under the covers next to her daughter.

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“don’t reduce this female character down to a love interest” does not translate into “this female character shouldn’t have a love interest.”

preventing female characters with strong, compelling narratives from experiencing love, intimacy, and affection is just as regressive as reducing them down to sexual accessories for male characters. it assumes that women must choose between a romantic interest and depth of character and ignores a far more productive message: that women are capable of possessing both. 

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A little writing is better than no writing!!! I can’t stress this enough!! ANY WRITING IS BETTER THAN NO WRITING!!!!! 

you’re all writers, whether you write 5,000 words in a day or 50.

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Cheats for commenting

For people who feel they cannot leave a "good enough" comment on a piece of fic. A by no means exhaustive but hopefully helpful list.

1) MOST IMPORTANT: whatever you comment is good, even something as simple as "yay I loved this" is better than no comment. "I'm mad I can't kudos twice" "I really enjoyed this" "I was so excited to get the notification for this story" these are ALL GREAT COMMENTS, you might feel like they're "not good enough" but I assure you you're wrong for most writers, most of the time.

2) quote your favourite line(s) back at the author. if you then comment on the line(s), awesome, but having my writing quoted back at me with 😍 or 😭 or ♥️ = awesome awesome comment.

3) keysmashes make great comments. there are a handful of people I've met who don't appreciate a good adjfjsllfjfnjdjd on their fic, but in my experience they're wildly in the minority.

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7) I can picture this happening in an episode! another one that is never stale.

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If you leave a review with a combination of these things, you stand a genuine risk of your fanwriter crying and/or promising you their firstborn.

In conclusion: No question, any writer is going to be over the moon if you come and leave a long, in depth comment that details your reactions to specific bits of the story or compliments a specific aspect of our writing or our characterisation or our world building, those reviews are golden, they make my week/month/year. When someone comes along and writes a miniature essay in appreciation of my fic, I die of happiness. If you are able and willing to leave such a comment, your fic writer will be delighted. By all means, do it!

BUT

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