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Would you write more for Cole Sprouse, like the reader being his gf and she's modelling for his photography xx

I’m sorry it’s taken so long!! Here you go, it’s called 5:58am. I hope you enjoy it, and if it’s not what you’re looking for, I’ll gladly make another one for you. :) thank you anon <3

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5:58am

imagine modeling for Cole’s photography as his girlfriend.

Request:  Would you write more for Cole Sprouse, like the reader being his gf and she's modelling for his photography xx

Word Count: 681 

Warnings: implied smut; unedited

A/N: I’m sorry this is short, but I hope this is sort of what you were looking for! <3

(Y/N) didn’t really think of herself as the modeling type. She found comfort within the other arts around her—in writing, in coloring, in vibing to music that matched her mood—and modeling had never really crossed her mind. She would post a few photos here and there on Instagram to keep up with the followers she had, she wasn’t up to the full commitment.

Cole knew this about her, and he made sure not to push (Y/N) too hard on something that made her uncomfortable. However, with this quarantine and the lull of the world around them, his fingers were itching to pick his camera back up and photograph something, anything.

They were lucky enough to find themselves in a situation where they could spend this quarantine together, and it was surprisingly nothing short of bliss. (Y/N) hadn’t found too much to be irritated about even though they were together 24/7, and it was through the quiet mornings, the relaxing afternoons, and the vibrant nights that she fell harder for the man she was lucky enough to call hers.

Even now, here at 5:58 am in the morning in their living room, she could only stare in awe at the way his dexterous fingers fiddled with his favorite camera. He’d risked her wrath by waking her up this early to catch the sunrise with him, so that he could capture it with the only person he’d want to. (Y/N) allowed it, admittedly only because she was still blissed out from their activities hours before. She watched him lazily from the couch adjacent to where he sat at their coffee table, right beside the floor-to-ceiling windows in his shirt she found discarded on their bedroom floor.  

She was mesmerized by the way his fingers moved—exposing the veins in his hands which trailed up to his bare forearms, through his biceps, to his pale neck that was starting to color with small love bites. His hair flopped messily into his face, but Cole paid it no attention as his focus was on the dismantled parts before him. He was close to putting it together in the way he desired, his black eyebrows furrowed, his mouth closed around the last piece he was going to use.

(Y/N) curled her feet underneath her, her elbow on the back of the couch as she absent-mindedly tugged at her strands of hair. A slight ray of orange caught her attention, and she immediately turned to the windows to see the sun just beginning to peek through the skyline. Her mouth parts in stilled astonishment, smiling to herself as the brightest star the Earth knew took its time waking up. “Hello baby,” she mumbled to herself.

Cole snorts inwardly at her words, looking up to tease her about her tendency to call every inanimate object a baby. But as his eyes dart to her, the words die between his lips. The gracious baby outside found its way to her, caressing his love’s face with a delicateness he knew. The rays painted streaks against the side of her face he could see, casting long shadows of her eyelashes, her post-sex hair, her parted lips—oh this is it.

The fluttering within his stomach, the expanding of his chest, the increased speed of his heart, all told him what he’s known for months. Taking the last piece of his camera from his mouth, he quickly snaps it into place, bringing up the lens to his eye—he had to get this, and with a quick burst shot, he knows he’s caught the ethereal beauty before him.

(Y/N) looks to him in surprise, finding Cole looking at her with a large grin on his face. “What was that?”

“Oh nothing,” he shrugs. “Just capturing the most beautiful thing known to mankind.”

Thinking he’s talking about the sun, (Y/N) nods in total agreement before looking back out to see the rest of the rise. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

Cole smirks, bringing his camera back up to his eye so that it focused on his starstruck girlfriend. “She really is.”

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Is there going to be a part 2 of 'First Quarter'? 🥰

If you want one then I'd totally be willing to do it😊

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Hey hey :3 could you write a fp jones x reader where the reader is archies older sister and that shes a waitress at pops. And jughead notices that his dad is there almost everyday or something. Maybe some fluff too 😇

HI ANON OH MY GOSH IT’S UP RIGHT UNDER THIS! IT’S CALLED FIRST QUARTER, I LOVE YOU BE SAFE

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First Quarter

imagine being Archie’s older sister and being in a relationship with FP

request:  Hey hey :3 could you write a fp jones x reader where the reader is archies older sister and that shes a waitress at pops. And jughead notices that his dad is there almost everyday or something. Maybe some fluff too 😇

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap (reader is at least 25 though),

As the adopted Andrews Child, you were often forgotten. You came into the picture after Archie was  three and you were almost eleven, so most of their attention was on their younger child. You didn’t blame them—you couldn’t blame them. Yes they sometimes forgot to come to your choral concerts, your soccer games, your track meets—but they were busy and constantly tired so you learned to try and be as little of a hassle as possible. They already had their own set of problems, you were new and didn’t want to add on to it, so you never spoke up.

When Fred & Mary Andrews finally got divorced, the tendency to be on the sidelines only stuck.  

It hurt, so much, but there was no denying that they loved you. You couldn’t deny that love you felt when Archie called you almost every day because you were still very much his big sister, or the mini movie nights they’d force together for the month leading up to your birthday. They were every bit yours, you just had to stick out these emotions for a little longer.  

When you turned eighteen, you moved out of your Dad’s house to move to Greendale for a fresh start. You were literally on the edge of the two towns, maintaining a job in Pops so you could have an excuse to see everyone now and then. Being on your own is what allowed you to truly blossom, where everything you did finally became for you, and you finally built family relations with your brother and father that weren't the level of toxic that made you feel lesser.

You weren’t scheduled to work today at Pop’s, even though passing the Welcome to Riverdale!’ sign gave you a conditioned response of anxiety that you might be late to work. You rolled your eyes at yourself, quickly running through your schedule in your mind to make sure you really had the day off.

"Are you almost here yet?" Archie's voice asked excitedly over the speaker in your car, causing you to chuckle.

"Arch, I have to drop a quick package at Pop’s before I do anything else, I'll be there as soon as I can! I'll probably only miss the first quarter."

Archie sighed, the distant banging of metal in the varsity locker rooms rang in the background. "I'm just really excited for you to be back, this time for a little longer than usual---it feels like it's been forever."

"Archie we facetime like everyday."

"And we haven’t actually seen each other in like two weeks. All I want is a hug from my sister."

You paused, biting your lip in thought. "I know Arch, I know. And as soon as you score that winning touchdown during the fourth quarter, you’ll get a great big one. And, possibly—you ready for this?”

“Oh yea,” he laughed.

“A 5 star, gourmet, all expenses paid Pop’s dinner!”

“Ahh, that sounds delicious.”

“I know right?” You giggled with him, pulling into a familiar trailer park. “I’ll break out my secret menu for you.”

“And if I don’t score the winning touchdown in the fourth quarter?”

“Yikes Archie,” you clicked your tongue. “I’m sorry to say you’re going to have to find another sister. I don’t accept losers in this household!”

His laugh echoes through your car as you put it into park, looking up as the man your looking for stands casually in the doorway of his trailer.  

“You’re so mean to me,” Archie complained.  

“I wouldn’t be your sister if I wasn’t.”

“You’re right, you’re so right,” Archie conceded, before his coach called for him in the back. “I’ve got to go, I love you! Get here as soon as you can!”

“I got you Archibald,” you reassured. “Bye, love you!” You hang up quickly, turning off the car before leaping out.

FP barely catches you when you bound into his arms, laughing lowly at how tightly you hug him. “Woah,” he breathes. “Someone’s excited.” He pulls back briefly only to connect your lips in a quick kiss. “We saw each other less than three days ago.”

“I know,” you shrug. “But this is the first time we’re both officially in Riverdale, as a couple!”

“You keep track of the strangest things,” he laughs.

“You love me anyway.”

“Yea, I do,” he replies softly, and a moment of silence elapses over the both of you as you fall into each other’s eyes. His gaze is soft as they fall on you, filled with a love and fondness she didn’t know she was looking for. He’s mesmerizing, just as he was the first time you officially met him at Pops. Before you could dream any longer at the man that is wholly yours, he tugs you into the trailer. “How long do we have?”

You smirk. “How long is a football quarter?”

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You speed walked as fast as you could into the bleachers behind the Riverdale High Football Team, finding your way to you dad who’s sitting beside Jughead. They both smile at you, greeting you with large hugs before you settle between them. The second quarter is only halfway through, so you make both boys promise to tell Archie that you were there for all of it.  

You fix your close nonchalantly, fixing the scarf around your neck to cover the hickies that littered the skin. Jughead smirks at you, and you nudge him roughly with your elbow while he laughs.

The quarter is over quickly, and after performing for halftime, Veronica and Betty find their way over to your little trio. The conversation is amicable for most of it, before you catch a snippet of Betty & Jughead’s conversation.

“Jughead, isn’t that your dad?” Betty asks, and all of you look to the end of the bleachers where he stands against a pole.

“Yea,” he replies, suspicion laced in his voice. “I actually haven’t seen him that much lately; he’s been out and about a lot. I heard he’s at Pop’s like every day.”

“Ooh,” Veronica teases. “Do you think he’s meeting someone there?”

“I think I would know if my Dad’s fallen in love,” Jughead says.  

“I don’t know J,” your Dad interrupts. “Your dad can be a very private person—especially when it comes to his love life. And this is coming from the person who taught him everything he knows.”

As they continue, you catch the eye of FP down below. He flashes you a smirk, tucking his hands into his leather jacket pockets. You bite your lip, winking at him in greeting, before the football team goes back on the field.

His eyes tell you you’re going to meet up again...very soon.

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!!

Hey Y’all! I know I’ve been MIA but just know there’ll be a lot of fics being pumped out this coming two weeks, and as soon as they’re all clear and done, I’ll be taking requests again! I’ll leave my inbox open for the next two hours for any requests before I shut them down for a little, but here’s a list of who I write for:

-Outer Banks

-RPF (must be for celebs over 18)

-Vikings

-Criminal Minds

-Charmed

-That 70s Show

-Friends

-The Originals/vampire diaries

-Supernatural

-Animal Kingdom

-Law and Order SVU

-NCIS/NOLA

-Twilight

-Game of thrones

-Xmen

-Hunger Games

-Divergent

and more!

Read up on my masterlist to see if my writing is a good fit for you!

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Life advice from the goddesses

Athena says:

“My darlings, fear not the fire of change. Let it burn away the old to bring growth. It hurts, but it is necessary for new life.”

Aphrodite says:

“Dear ones, dance when you realize your self worth is in your own hands and rooted in your feet.”

Hecate says:

“Witches, do not fear the unknown. For today was the future only a moment ago.”

Artemis says:

“Hunt for who you are, in the deepest parts of your ribs. This is holy.”

Hera says:

“Children, make mistakes and come to terms with them. Learning comes with sacrifice.”

Persephone says:

“choice is a fickle thing and many will attempt to rewrite your story. Be who you are, choose yourself. Change only when the growth is good for you.”

Hestia says:

“Babies, may you light your hearth where your chosen family lies, and do not believe the falsehood that you are trapped by blood.”

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Writing With Color Top Posts + Other Useful Ones

Oh hey– here’s a list ranked by Writing With Color’s most popular posts since opening in 2014 up till now, the start of 2017. Pulled together for the interest and usefulness for readers like you. Thank you.

Top 7 Popular Original Posts 

Words for Skin Tone - This two part guide offers an array of words for describing skin color. Part I focuses on the problems with food descriptors. Part II provides alternatives. (68k+ Notes)

Common Micro-aggressions: African Americans and/or Black People - An extensive list of common micro-aggressions towards Black people with some links for further reading. (46k)

Words to Describe Hair - As with the words for skin tone, an offering of words to describe hair, from curls to different colors. (34k+)

Black and White Symbolism: A Look into the Trope - Discusses concept of black as evil and white as good, from its history & problem implications. Guide offers alternatives & solutions. (10k)

Describing Accents - An example-based post for describing accents and voices. (5k)

How to Research your Racially/Ethnically Diverse Characters -     Self-explanatory. (5k) 

Describing Asian Eyes - A guide to describing Asian eyes with further useful commentary. (4k)

Honorable Mentions

Other recommended WWC Posts.

The Key to Moving Beyond Checklisting is Not Less Diversity -        “The problem with pasted-on diversity is not the diversity; it’s the pasted on part.”

Stereotyped vs Nuanced Characters and Audience Perception -       Discusses one of our more common ask themes: the writing (or rather, the not writing) of stereotypes.

When We Read: Mod Wishlist - A list of what we as mods would like to see of ourselves in media. Check out the Native American WL too.

Bad Representation vs Tokenism vs Diversity just existing without justification like in the real world -Title says it all. 

Stereotyping Tropes List - A categorized tropes list reposted from the TV Tropes website with links to their topics on the subject matter.

–WWC 

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just a reminder:

a black girl character growing her hair out long breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character having short hair

a black girl character getting to be soft and fragile breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character being strong all the time

a black girl character being protected and comforted by others breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character having no one to look out for her but herself

a black girl character being considered pretty or cute by other characters breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character being considered unattractive

not everything that is empowering for white girls is empowering for black girls

the sexism we face overlaps, but it is not the same

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“For The Plot,” I whisper, deleting a rad detail that no longer works as tears fall from my eyes

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Peter: Ms um Captain Marvel can I ask you a question

Carol: About Space? I can tell you anything you want but if it was from when I was a kid it might be a little harder for me to answer but I’m sure I can-

Peter: Does Goose like to be picked up???

Carol:

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This is amazing 😍

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Okay, some fandom history, why show writers and authors say “for legal reasons” the can’t read fan fic.

Back in ancient times in the 1970s there was a show called Star Trek the Animated Series.  It was on the air as fandom culture around Star Trek was really taking route and there were many fanzines (things on actual paper that people bought) being published and the first conventions to attend.

David Gerrold was a writer for Star Trek the Animated Series who had also written one of the most famous episodes of the original series The Trouble with Tribbles.  While he was around the production office for STtAS he was introduced to a couple of fans who proceeded to tell him all about their ideas for an episode–essentially a sequel to his famous episode–which it so happens he had already written a script for.  When that episode aired he received a letter from one of those fans lawyers demanding “credit”.  It so happened that he could prove that the episode existed before the meeting but the involvement of lawyers and a threat to sue became widely known.

Marion Zimmer Bradly was, before recent horrifying revelations decades after her death, a titan of fantasy writing.  She also welcome fan fiction and published it in anthologies and in a magazine she published.  One day she opened a story sent to her and the plot of the story was essentially the plot of a a novel she had nearly finished writing.  More than a years worth of her work was now unpublishable because it was provable that she had read this story with this similar plot and she couldn’t prove the work on the novel existed before she saw the story.  She stopped publishing anthologies and fan fiction and in particular the MZB story is the one a lot of professional writers know as representative of the dangers of fan fiction.

So when a writer says they can’t read fan fiction for legal reasons it’s that their own lawyers are protecting them from outside lawsuits.

And this is why knowing your fandom history matters.

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child handling for the childless nurse

My current job has me working with children, which is kind of a weird shock after years in environments where a “young” patient is 40 years old.  Here’s my impressions so far:

Birth - 1 year: Essentially a small cute animal.  Handle accordingly; gently and affectionately, but relying heavily on the caregivers and with no real expectation of cooperation.

Age 1 - 2: Hates you.  Hates you so much.  You can smile, you can coo, you can attempt to soothe; they hate you anyway, because you’re a stranger and you’re scary and you’re touching them.  There’s no winning this so just get it over with as quickly and non-traumatically as possible.

Age 3 - 5: Nervous around medical things, but possible to soothe.  Easily upset, but also easily distracted from the thing that upset them.  Smartphone cartoons and “who wants a sticker?!!?!?” are key management techniques.

Age 6 - 10: Really cool, actually.  I did not realize kids were this cool.  Around this age they tend to be fairly outgoing, and super curious and eager to learn.  Absolutely do not babytalk; instead, flatter them with how grown-up they are, teach them some Fun Gross Medical Facts, and introduce potentially frightening experiences with “hey, you want to see something really cool?”

Age 11 - 14: Extremely variable.  Can be very childish or very mature, or rapidly switch from one mode to the other.  At this point you can almost treat them as an adult, just… a really sensitive and unpredictable adult.  Do not, under any circumstances, offer stickers.  (But they might grab one out of the bin anyway.)

Age 15 - 18: Basically an adult with severely limited life experience.  Treat as an adult who needs a little extra education with their care.  Keep parents out of the room as much as possible, unless the kid wants them there.  At this point you can go ahead and offer stickers again, because they’ll probably think it’s funny.  And they’ll want one.  Deep down, everyone wants a sticker.

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Can you do some more interracial imagines plss??

yES!!!!!!! Give me a character and I will 100% make it happen for you! I imagine all of my writings as interracial, but I always make it neutral for my readers! I will do anything you will request <3

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