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[stove-top96]

what if you did a valentine’s day one shot where the reader gets asked on a date and yandere batfam are not happy about it?

I LOVE your works so far!! I hope that you’re sleeping well and eating!! have a great day/night!!!💜💜💜

-🐈‍⬛

Please, Please, Please

Oneshot

Y Batfam x GN Reader

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

2.5K Words

Masterlist

You glance at the clock—15 minutes tell school is over. To pass the time you doodle on the corner of your notebook. Mr Miller's chemistry class was the worst. His monotone voice could lull anyone to sleep.

Your eyes drift to your desk mate, Parker. They seem just as bored as you, staring blankly out the window. Chemistry was the only class you had without Tim, which left you alone without anyone to talk to. Parker is nice, they’re the only friend you have that’s not already a part of Tim’s circle— If you could call them a friend.

They seemed to catch you staring because they started to scribble something in they’re notebook. A moment later they slid it over to you.

‘You understand any of this’ you smile and glance up at them. They had a cheeky grin. It was cute.

You shake your head and scribble something down. ‘Not a bit’.

They take the notebook back, Parker chuckles as they read your message, rolling their eyes.

“Guess we’re screwed than” they whisper.

You let out a small giggle “guess so”.

The bell rings before you and Parker can chat more. You’re quick to pack up your things, you wanna get home as soon as possible.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder but before you can head out the door Parker speaks up.

”Hey Y/n I got a question for you”

you pause before turning all your attention to them “yeah what’s up?”

”I was wondering…” their voice wavers and their cheeks go pink “well you know how Valentine’s Day is in a few days” Parker stumbles out, fingers tapping on the notebook. you nod.

”I was hoping… you and me could go out together, like on a date” their voice seemed to gain some confidence, and a boyish smile tugs on their lips.

You paused. You haven't really thought about going on a date with anyone, but the more you think about it why would you say no. Parker’s nice, funny, and they’re pretty cute.

You smile “Sure sounds like fun”.

Parker stares at you, wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You take that as your cue to start heading out.

“Uhh. Yeah we’ll talk more tomorrow yeah?” They stammer.

“Yeah lets talk tomorrow” you call out from the other end of the classroom, before heading out the door.

Walking through the halls you check your phone. It’d been buzzing all class, it had to have been Dick.

<Dick>

Hey baby bird, how were your classes?

I’m in town today and we need to go out.

I Just asked Alfred I’m picking you up today!!

I’ll be waiting outside

Tim’s got a ride so don't worry about him

just you and me today!!

You scoff rolling your eyes. He easily could have sent these as one message, he just liked being annoying.

After putting your books away in your locker, you made your way to the parking lot. It’s packed with people and cars, but before you could spot him.

“Babybird I missed you so much!”

He yelled from across the parking lot, as he leaned against his car. You cringed as students stared at you and him. Could he get anymore embarrassing?

He ruffled your hair as you got into the passenger seat.

“C’mon let's go” he ushered you inside before, racing out of the parking lot.

“So I’m thinking we head to that new cafe you were talking about, and maybe stop by that old bookstore you like so much before we head home.” He keeps his eyes on the road.

“Yeah sounds like a plan” you smile.

He starts talking again, you tune him out. Your mind wanders back to when Parker asked you out. A giddy smile tugged at your lips. It made you feel all warm inside, this will be your first valentine’s on an actual date.

“You spacing out baby bird?” Dick raises a brow.

”sorry, sorry long day” you stammer. Dick makes a face, like he doesn’t quite believe you.

“sure.” His voice is a little irritated. Great, he's already starting to get pissy.

Your family’s always been weird about you. It's probably because you're not a vigilante but you can still take care of yourself.

It’s been getting worse as you get older, they just keep adding rules on top of rules. No going out past 7. No leaving anyone’s side at a gala. Always eat lunch with Tim’. Damian has way less rules than you do, and he doesn’t even follow them. It’s like they're scared to let you grow up.

Lately it’s been worse. Conversations stop once you enter a room. Touches lingering a little longer than normal. Eyes lingering for too long.

Whatever you’re used to their overprotectiveness.

It’s why you plan to keep your Valentine’s Day plans to yourself. You can just imagine everyone’s reactions. Dick will probably get super clingy. Tim will pull up their search history. Damian will go on a rant about how Parker doesn’t deserve you. Jason might corner them in some alley. and Cass will have that disappointed look on her face, the kind that makes you feel horrible.

Bruce might even ground you.

“Yeah” Dick’s grip tightened on the steering wheel tightens “no way” he mutters to himself.

Dicks muttering snaps you back to reality “what did you say?” You ask.

He forces a smile “Oh nothing baby bird, just excited”

You and Dick make it back after a few hours, and you’re exhausted. He took all across Gotham, trying to any and everything with you. It’s pretty obvious that he was trying to make up for lost time. He’s been in Blüdhaven more often.

by the time you step through the front door you want nothing more than to calloused into bed.

Instead you’re greeted by Damian. Judging from the scowl on his face he’s more pissed off than usual

Damian crossed his arms. ”You said you’d only take them out to eat.” He scoffed.

Dick slid off his shoes lazily , not even bothering to look up.”We were having too much fun and lost track of time.” Dick forced laughed.

Damian doesn’t move. ”You were gone for nearly 3 hours.” His voice is flat, clearly not buying the excuse.

“It’s my fault” you chime in, trying to diffuse the tension. Damian’s head turns toward you, his expression softens. “I asked Dick to drive me all over town” you smile, Dick ruffles your hair before heading down the hall. Damian doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes locked in on you.

You start to make your way to your room, Damian follows— of course.

”you promised to be my model for my newest painting. When do you expect to make it up?” He asks. You hum “After dinner? You’ll still have a few hours until patrol”.

He pauses for a moment “I suppose that will work.” He says, the faintest smile forming on his lips.

You grip the handle of your bedroom door, praying you’ll get some alone time for once.

You don’t.

As you step inside Damian follows, his sharp gaze assessing the space. You sigh but don’t say anything.

Dinner should be ready in an hour, Damian’s not gonna leave anytime soon. might as well scroll through your phone in the meantime.

You and Damian head downstairs and as you make your way to your seat the conversation at the table does. everyone's eyes flicker towards you. You raise a brow but before you can say anything Alfred pipes up.

”I cooked your favourite tonight master y/n” he says, as if nothing is off.

You smile, shaking off the tension. “thank you Alfred”

As you go to take a bite you notice Jason’s gaze. it’s not his usual lazy smile. It’s sharper, more intense, watching. Did something happen? His anger is almost never directed towards you. Did Bruce say something?

Before your mind starts to wander your eyes glance towards Cass, she’s frowning like she’s almost disappointed in you but not quite.

“How was school today y/n?” Bruce’s voice cuts through the silence.

Everyone’s head turns to look at you. Waiting, as if they’re expecting something.

It’s fine you’re used to your family being weird like this.

You take a sip of your water ”it was fine” you force a casual tone. There is no way you can let them know about Parker.

Jason tilts his head “Nothing exciting happened?” He asked, studying your face.

You swallow “No not really.” You take another bite of your food, praying they don’t press the issue any further.

The family shares a look, silent but you noticed.

you pretend you didn’t.

Dick tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. But everyone seemed to be too lost in their thoughts to put in much effort.

The air remains heavy, the tension is palpable, and you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

It was the longest family dinner ever.

As the week drags on your family grows more intense.

It’s different this time.

They watch you closer, you never get any alone time. Even after spending more time with them than usual, they still expect something from you.

But what?

You don’t have time to think about that, todays the 14th, your first real valentine’s date. And you have everything planned.

At lunch you subtly drop a hint to Tim that you have this big chemistry project due tomorrow. Then after Lunch you’ll text Bruce and Alfred that you'll be home late, ‘working on it’. Bruce might check in with Tim, but Tim will confirm your story.

It’s practically fool proof.

Excitment courses through you all day. You have chemistry next, so you’ll be able to see Parker. You were just so excited— you deserved this.

At lunch Tim did not seem amused, in fact he looked quite pissed.

When you told him about your ‘Chemistry project’ he just forced a simile and nodded, he didn’t say anything for the rest of the period.

You didn’t pay him much mind though, you were to focused on your date.

As you walked through the halls to your chem class you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Bruce’s response.

<y/n>

I have this super big chemistry project due tomorrow. My partner and I are gonna work on it together after school.

They’ll give me a ride back, don't worry.

<Bruce>

Ok, Tim will wait for you.

Shit.

what were you gonna do now? Tim was already onto you, there’s no way you’ll be able to go out now.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice Parker sitting down.

“Hey y/n you okay?”

You frown ”I don't think we’ll be able to go out today, my family is on my ass right now”

Why can’t you just have one nice thing, for once?

”oh” Parker pauses, they fiddle with their bag. Parker’s clearly upset about the situation as well. Then suddenly their face lights up.

Parker grins ”What if we go right now?” they exclaim. Quickly packing up their things.

You blink “What do you mean?”

“There’s only 10 minutes until class starts. We can leave right now and the teacher will never know” Excitement exudes from their voice.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

you’ve never even thought of skipping class before. You family would kill you.

But then again they’re the ones that never let you do anything. They control everything

So who cares what they do, you want to have fun.

A grin tugs on your lips. You scramble to pack up your stuff “sure lets do you”.

Parker gives that same childish smile from when they asked you out.

Despite the small voice telling you this is a bad idea, you felt excited, giddy.

you felt free.

You race to Parker’s car. A mix of adrenaline and excitement made you run faster than you ever have before.

Behind you, Parker struggled to up ”Jesus, Y/n— I’ve never seen you run so fast before” they gasped, hands on their knees trying to catch their breath.

You chuckle “sorry I got excited”

Parker shakes his head, same childish smile on their face as they unlock the car, before sitting on the driver’s side.

Before you get in you look back at the school. A shiver runs down your spine and a little voice whispers at you to turn back.

For a moment you pause. If you turn back now you wont be in any trouble.

You shake it off and hop into the seat.

+++

A cozy cafe would be the best choice. It’s close to the school you’ve been there a couple of times, and the food is really good.

As they pull into the parking lot you’re nervous. This is your first date, what is supposed to happen? What’s even the proper etiquette?

You shake your head and brush those thoughts away.

As you and Parker walk inside, you relax. The cafe is warm, with subtle pinks and blues on the wall. It smells like coffee and pastries. Parker picks a table near the back, and you settle down across from them.

Conversation between you two just seems to flow. You never realized how funny they are until today.

Any doubt you had washes away.

Once you’re finished giving the waitress your order, you take a sip of water enjoying Parker’s company. Then the bell to the door jingles.

You briefly glance up— just to see who’s there.

Bruce. Jason. Dick. Tim. Cass. Damian.

They stand in the doorway, eyes locked in on you. Their faces are unreadable.

your stomach drops.

You’re stuck. frozen like a deer in headlights, under the weight of their stare.

How did they know?

They make their way over to your table.

Bruce stops in front of you, towering over the table. “I’m disappointed y/n” his voice is monotone, but you can see the crinkle in his brows.

you just stare back at him. Too stunned to speak.

you try say something, anything. But the words die in your throat.

Dick grabs your arm, his grip is soft but firm. ushering you out of your seat.

Dick and Damian walk you out. You don’t resist, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Before you walk out the door you glance back.

Parker is surrounded.

Bruce says something too low for you to hear. Your chest sinks. You can only guess what they’re saying to them.

They look petrified.

It feels like an eternity before everyone else gets into the car.

“You’re grounded” Bruce states. A faint smile, barely there tugs at his lips.

You want to disappear forever.

Being grounded meant one thing.

You’ll never be alone again.

Tears start to slide down your checks, your voice wobbles ”I’m sorry— please don't ground me”

No one speaks.

No one listens.

You glance out the window, watching your freedom slip away.

I got my first request done!!!!!! As you can tell I need a lot of practice with writing short stories/oneshots. I suck at making things fast paced but I did my best. I hope you like it 🐈‍⬛ anon, tysm I had a lot of fun writing it. I also kept Parker GN so that way the reader can truly be any self insert. I’m working on CH. 03 of wicked Game rn so that’ll be what I post next. But if you have any ideas send a request I need more practice.

Also 215 followers! Thank you!!!

[icycoldninja]

hey so i was thinking: Sparda Boys and V with a writer S/O? take as long as you need to with this (writer's block is kicking my ass rn sadly but) , i don't really mind

Hey I feel that bro, enjoy and hopefully your inspiration will return to you 💜

Sparda Boys + V x Writer!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He's not a scholar and knows next to nothing about books since he rarely reads, but if his sweetheart is writing stuff, by God, he will read whatever they put out there.

-Uses you as a human dictionary whenever he comes across new words, not understanding that that's not the purpose of a writer.

-"Hey babe, what's this word?"

"What word?"

"Uhh...Ink-Can-Dress-Ant."

"What?"

"Ink-can-dress-ant, I think that's how you say it."

"How's it spelled?"

"I-N-C-A-N-D-E-S-C-E-N-T."

"Incandescent, Dante, not ink-can-dress-ant."

-He'll be the first to read your work and is very proud of this fact. He, Dante, the Legendary Devil Hunter, is also your private beta reader. Awesome.

-Oddly enough, him reading all your works results in him developing a larger vocabulary--something that shocked everyone, especially Vergil.

-Congratulations! Thanks to you, Dante can use big words now!

■ Vergil ■

-You, a writer, are dating Vergil, the biggest bookworm on the planet? You are now Vergil's goddess.

-He wants to read everything, regardless of its quality. He'll visually devour all the words off the page, absorbing every word.

-You two now have yet another topic to nerd out about; you can spend hours chatting about books, writing techniques, and so on.

-Vergil is filled with a sense of pride whenever he reads your published writing; it pleases him so much to know you're growing your talents.

-He has an entire bookshelf dedicated to your books and takes special care of these books. They're more than just words on pages bound by cardboard and leather; they're treasures.

-Will take up writing as well, just so he can be closer to you.

□ Nero □

-Nero is not a bookworm by any sense of the word; he's read a few books in his time, but he's more combat oriented.

-Doesn't mind being a beta reader for anything you write.

-Your works have inspired him to take up reading again, and in doing so, he unleashes his inner book nerd. Like father, like son.

-He's always looking forward to whatever you write, and when you get writers block (as we all do) he'll take you out to a park, or a peaceful lake, in the hopes that the natural beauty of your surroundings might restore your creative juices.

-He, too, has a collection of all your works and keeps them proudly on display on a nice bookshelf in his house.

-Encourages you daily to keep writing because now he's addicted to reading your work. You really have changed him.

● V ●

-Oh congratulations, you've found yourself a soul mate.

-V loves to read (he totes his copy of William Blake poetry around and reads from it all the time, even in the middle of battle) and is more than happy to read your books.

-V is also a writer himself; he writes poetry, as we know. Because of this, he understands more than anyone the pain of writer's block and knows just what to do about it.

-He'll arrange for a relaxing movie/reading night, which in his experience, helps restore your creativity.

-If that doesn't work, Griffon's loud mouth and wise-guy (yet funny) jokes will take your mind off of things.

-V understands literature and knows all sorts of obscure things about famous literary figures; so much so that you two can converse for hours on end just gabbing away about books, their authors, and other interesting tidbits of knowledge.

[ninadove]

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Oooh, we need to have both Feligami and the cousins in there and the themes will follow! I mostly write one-shots or drabbles, so depending on the length you're looking for, either:

Keep me from the cages

(5,144 words)

Felix struggles to get through to Adrien. Argos is determined to save Chat Noir from himself.

Aka the East-of-Eden-inspired one, angst with a happy ending.

OR:

Acte III, scène 7

(665 words)

“Kagami? Yeah, we dated for a while. She’s pretty cool.”

Felix hates being in the dark, hates showing his hand, hates that Adrien of all people holds the answer he seeks; the question escapes anyway, soaring alongside his cousin.

“Why did she end things?”

Aka (one of) the (many) Cyrano-inspired one(s), hurt-comfort + some nice aspec coding for the soul! 💜💚 (<- I just had a revelation. OMG. Ace Felix and Aro Adrien confirmed.)

My writing style has evolved quite a bit since I published them, but the themes of resilience and devotion are there. My unsubtle attempts at making y'all read my favourite books are there. My beloved kids are all there. So.

Thanks for the ask! 💚💜❤️

[consistentlyamess]

Wild Sweetness ⎮ Chapter 1 - Actin' like a sweet car crash

[2.9K]

pairing(s): luca x fem!oc MJ

summary: MJ has just settled in after opening back up a bakery in Chicago when some unexpected news stir up some old feelings

warnings: not much so far, takes place during and after season 3, 18+ , MDNI, swearing, eventual smut, second chance romance, pining, slowburn, flashbacks in italics, lmk if i missed anything!!

A/N: heeelloo!! this idea has been sloshing around in my head since i watched season 2 and started working on it while waiting for season 3. comments, likes, reblogs are appriciated as always or just come chat at me! And as always 💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!!💜💜💜

Fic Masterlist I Previous Chapter I Next Chapter

London, 5 years earlier 

Everyone warned her about the harsh English autumn dawns. It would be cold and dark and dewy. And it was. But it was also cosy and quiet and nice. She liked that every now and then a grumpy early bird smiled back at her after she handed them their order, she liked that she had a steady trickle of people for a about an hour before the morning rush flooded in and she liked the thought of being done by 3 pm and still getting to go for a walk or sit in the library and study for her classes. But not all of it was fun. Not all the time anyway. There was always one asshole. And sometimes she could deal with them just fine. With a cold but persistent smile on her face. But sometimes they just struck a nerve. 

‘Hi! Welcome to Crumbly Delights, how can I hel- oh, Marcie, hi!’ 

‘Hello, sweetheart, how are you doing?’ 

‘Oh, I’m good, how are you? Long night?’ 

‘You know it. We’re re-organizing the whole kids book section and it just feels like a never-ending task.’ 

‘Woof, I can only imagine. What can I get ya’ darling? And knock yourself out, it’s on me.’ 

‘Oh, now I can’t possibly accept that!’ 

‘Yes, you can and you will! Come on, don’t break the heart of a generous American. And besides, how many times have you let me stay after closing? Or waived late fees?’ 

‘Alright, alright, just this once. I’ll have a raspberry-vanilla danish and a cappuccino to go then.’ 

‘Atta girl, coming right up!’ she said with a warm smile. She didn’t miss the man who walked in with a serious look on his face. Even though he had this boyish streak to him, his eyebrows somehow made him look like he was perpetually stern and concerned about something. She didn’t pay him any mind until she heard him mutter under his breath. 

‘It is waaaay too early to be this chipper in the morning.’ 

She dealt with assholes every single day. She knew how to take care of them, she knew how not to take it personally. But in front of Marcie was another thing. The nicest, wisest British lady, who saved her on so many lonely nights. Not with her. 

‘Well, fuck you too! You wanna try again?’ she replied with a cutting tone. 

They all froze for a moment. Her, fixing this douche with a glare, Marcie, with rounded eyes and a hand raised in front her mouth in surprise, and the douche with a slight embarrassed blush and mouth moving like a fish’s, stranded on shore. She raised an eyebrow that said, ‘try me you dick’. 

‘Uh, uhm’ he started stammering. ‘Shit, sorry, fuck I-uh, I’m sorry! I’m- i’m a chef and I have early mornings and I never, ever wanted to greet anybody like this, at 5 in the morning. I was taken aback a bit, I think, I’m sorry.’ 

‘I’m not a chef, I just work here and I’m paid to be cheerful and nice with dickheads like you all day. So, if you want to buy something, the least you can do is keep your mouth shut if you din’t have anything nice to say.’

‘We- You’re right. I’m sorry. Everything you just said was right. I’ve had a rough week, which is not an excuse, just an explanation. I’m not usually like this.’ 

‘Apology accepted. So, what can I get you today?’ 

‘I’ll just have a coffee and a croissant. Please.

‘Great, coming right up!’ she said, still with a smile on her face. She shot a ‘this fucking guy’ glance at Marcie and got to work on the on orders.

‘Have great day darling, I hope I’ll see you soon at the library.’ Marcie said as she left. 

‘Oh, don’t you worry, you will! Have a great day Marcie!’ The coffee she was making for the douche (she decided, she’ll just call him that) was ready but she thought she’ll take her time with it. 

‘Alright, here’s the croissant and the coffee, it’ll be 5,50 please.’ 

‘Right’ the douche said. He started searching for change in his pocket and she was somewhat ashamed to admit that the flustered haze pleased her a little bit. He eventually put a 10 pound bill on the counter. ‘Here.’ She started looking for change before he said: 

‘No, no-no, I don’t want the change, sorry. I was a dick and this is the least I can do.’ 

‘Well, thank you.’ She started to feel a little bad now. ‘I’m sorry that I snapped at you. It is early and even though you were being a dick, I shouldn’t have.’ 

‘Given the circumstances I think you were remarkably merciful. So, again, sorry, uhm Ma-’ he was looking at her nametag. 

‘Oh, Marjolaine. It’s French. But no one really calls me that.’ 

‘Really? It’s a beautiful name.’ 

‘You already gave me a tip, you don’t have to keep buttering me up. You’re forgiven.’ 

He chuckled at that. 

‘I actually think it’s a beautiful name. And I’m honestly surprised you didn’t spit in my coffee. The servers I worked with definitely would’ve done that.’ 

‘Well, you would’ve seen me do that. Sue us for healthcode violations or just never come back here. Can’t really risk losing business here.’ 

‘Oh, I definitely would’ve come back. Even with the spit, my conscious will only be clear, if i can leave you a tip like three more times’ 

It was now her turn to chuckle a little bit. 

‘Are all chefs such smooth talkers?’ 

‘Most of them are- how should I put this? They do tend to find some enjoyment in uhm, smooth talking and conquests.’ 

She blew raspberries as she laughed in surprise.

‘Conquests? Where are you from? The 1800s? You guys fuck the servers. Everybody knows this since the Kitchen Confidentials, there’s no need to be coy about it.’ 

‘You Americans and your straightforwardness.’ 

‘You guys and your weird prudishness.’ 

‘Well, this is where the Victorian values started. Also, not all chefs shag anything that moves. Pastry chefs generally tend to be a little more tender.’ 

‘Ah, pastry chef, huh?’ 

‘Yup, a late one at that. I better get going.’ He started leaving and she found herself wanting to say something that would make him stay. Almost as if hearing her thoughts, he turned back before stepping out. 

‘I’m Luca by the way. If you’re ever in the neighbourhood, come check out the Mimosa, my treat. Have a nice day.’ 

‘Thanks, you too.’

Chicago, Present day

The first time MJ moved into the small apartment above the bakery she immediately fell in love with the kitchen. It was probably the biggest space in there, wide counters, big fridge, small pantry that definitely made up for the lack of a bathtub. But the absolute knockout had to be the fact that it had not one but two windows. On two different sides making sure that sunshine and light could always get in. A far cry from the gloomy little London apartment she used to have. A far cry even from her first Chicago apartment from like two years ago. Coming back to the States was difficult enough, feeling like she had to start everything over at almost thirty. But there was something about the kitchen and the curtains with the small flower print that immediately had her heart. After moving in, the first thing she did was bake a peach pie. After the frenzy of moving, the uncertainties of starting a new job - the only thing she could think of at that moment, finally stopping after a gruelling month, was baking something. Nothing was unpacked, boxes filled nearly every surface area. Except for the kitchen. Getting ready to bake back then involved setting up her workspace for the first time, which finally filled her with some excitement. Feeling the space, deciding where the pots and pans should go, which drawer should store the cutlery, the cutting boards, the napkins and the clean towels - almost a form of meditation. Peach pie was always the first thing she baked in every new oven she came across. The baking of the crust gave her a general idea about times and temperatures, hot and cold spots in the oven, if it came out burnt or underdone was maybe even better if it turned out perfectly. Gave her more information. The peach had to get a little colour but not too much for it not to get mushy, the sugar or honey glaze on top browning a little but too much. 

She’s made a lot of peach pies since then but none of them felt like this. It was frenetic, hurried, it felt more like something she had to do, not so much something she wanted to do. She was always messy but this went over anything she’s ever done before. Flour everywhere, some eggshell made it into the better, trying to roast the peaches a little turned into burning them quite badly. She huffed and puffed and just couldn’t get her mind to shut off. Her hands weren’t cooperating because she wasn’t really paying that much attention and she knew it. She knew it and hated it. The tense muscles, the tightly shut jaw, her breath in her throat that just would not go deeper, the shakiness of her exhales, the headaches she gets when she can’t relax her face for too long. Everything went on autopilot but that also seemed to be glitching.

Even hours later, running errands, stepping into the bakery to help out, nothing worked. It was stupid. Down right idiotic, really, if she wants to be honest. Which she doesn’t, hence her current predicament. Pacing up and down in the kitchen, waiting for Sophie to finish her shift. Curses being murmured, no use for that of course, but still. She’s hoping that maybe if they keep coming out in these strings, maybe she’ll exorcize something, that maybe the tightness of her chest and the grip of her stomach will eventually go away. Maybe a miracle will strike and she’ll get out of this.  A long shot for sure but which one of us hasn’t hoped for one in times like these? 

‘You okay, boss?’ Sophie asks, finally wandering back to the kitchen. She noticed it earlier for sure but not wanting to hit a nerve, she ignored it. Also hoping that whatever was going on would sort itself out, that she would sort it out, which she somehow always managed to do. Apparently not this time. MJ contemplates for a minute, with a long sigh, with arms wrapping around herself. Cuticles and nails long gone due the anxious gnawing and tearing she’s been keeping at for the last two weeks. 

‘Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m- you know just-’ 

‘Okay’ Sophie interjected, putting the plates in her hand down. ‘Look, I wasn’t gonna say anything ‘cause maybe it’s none of my business but what the fuck is going on?’ 

She should’ve seen this coming for sure. Sophie always figured it out. She’s been with her since they started the renovations, through the opening, through money troubles, through broken fridges and missed deliveries. If she was being honest, Sophie was as close to best friend as she managed to have in her adult life. She absolutely should’ve known that there was no way of hiding this from her. 

‘Jesus Margo, you’re starting to scare me.’ 

‘I- fuck me! It’s not a scary thing, I promise, it’s just’ Everything comes out in huffs, in between heavy breaths and she kind of hates it. ‘Okay’ steadying breath, palms pressing into the cold metal of the counter while Sophie stays there, waiting. 

‘Do you remember that guy I told you about? The one I met in London?���

‘Sexy pastry chef guy. Of course I remember, still haven’t shown me a picture.’��

‘Well, you’re in luck. You can see for yourself in, like, 2 days.’

‘What?!’ Sophie’s voice rises, along with her eyebrows, eyes growing big and she simply cannot blame her. ‘But, wait- that’s-’ The wheels are turning and she’s patient. She‘d much rather Sophie put it together for herself than her having to spell it out anyways. ‘No. Are you kidding me?! Sexy pastry chef guy is Luca?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘Luca, from Copenhagen.’ 

‘Yup.’ 

‘Marcus’s mentor, who, I’m still not sure he’s not in love with, Luca?’

‘Yeah, Sophe, that’s all him.’ 

‘But- What?! How’s that even possible? Why the hell didn’t you say anything?’

‘I just- I don’t know, okay? When Marcus first mentioned him when I was too shocked and I couldn’t say anything and then I kept not saying anything while we became friends, thought it would be really weird, and then suddenly almost a year passed and I thought, well, now it would be really fucking weird to say anything and I just kept on not saying anything and then Marcus said he was visiting and- I don’t know, it all just got away from me a little.’ 

‘No shit.’ Sophie can’t even be mad. The fear and the sadness that settled into her MJ’s eyes is more than enough for her to know that this is not the time for scoldings you could’ve told mes and the like. ‘Again, how’s that even possible?’ she asks, still wanting to understand at the very least. 

‘It’s not that complicated, really. I was in London for two years during college, with a scholarship. We met there, my scholarship ran out, he got Noma, I moved back here, he went to Copenhagen and we broke up not too long after that.’ Still vague, still no details, still hesitant and a little closed off. Sophie nods. Not the time for prodding either. 

‘Do you want to close up, get really drunk and continue this after?’ 

‘Absolutely, I do.’ 

‘Good.’ 

***

After going through the motions, closing up shop, it’s still just 7PM. Perks of running a bakery. 

‘Is it okay to ask how you see this playing out?’ Sophie finally chimes over her third glass of Pinot. 

‘No fucking clue.’ They both laugh because this is ridiculous. Absolutely hysterical.

‘Maybe he doesn’t even remember me, you know? It’s been a while.’ 

‘Yeah, fat fucking chance of that happening.’ 

‘Yeaaaah, I’ll just have to suck this one up, I think.’ 

‘You still could just talk to Marcus, you know? Tell him not to bring him to the bakery or work something out, change shifts, bring him when you’re not there. Or you can still just get the fuck away. Make an excuse about someone’s cat dying or whatever.’

‘Sure, not suspicious at all. Also Marcus is so excited. And it’s already eating me up that I didn’t tell him earlier.’

‘How has he not figured it out though? Luca, I mean, not Marcus. Your name is a pretty huge giveaway. It’s not like there are a shit ton of Marjolaines running around Chicago.’

‘Well, Luca never knew that I ended up in Chicago. When I moved back, I went back to San Francisco. It wasn't until a couple of months that Dylan called me about the bakery. And as for the name, Marcus was the one who started calling me MJ. My best guess is he calls me that with him too and he ever felt the need to explain how that happened.’

‘Right.’ They fell silent for a while. MJ loved these nights. Hanging around for a couple more hours, for a couple more drinks. The bakery was closed, but the smells still lingered. The sweetness of vanilla, the fattiness of butter, the slight bitterness of cooked or baked fruit, lights out, most of it leaking out from the kitchen and seeping in from the streets. Lower, softer, warmer twinkles that would only stop the hardest of stone-cold hearts from opening up a little. Even now, when the jig was up and she had to actually face what was coming her way, which did kind of feel like watching a car crash in slow motion.

‘Is it okay if I ask questions about him?’ Sophie asked eventually.

MJ just nodded, eyes a little hazy. Of course she can. When, if not know? Memories being stirred up and tongue loosening from the wine. She still appreciates it. The checking in, the earnestness and caution of this younger generation.

‘How long were you guys actually together?’

‘About two and a half years.’ 

‘Did you love him?’ 

‘Shit, Sophe, big fucking questions tonight.’ 

‘Sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just- you never talk about him. And until now I thought it was because it was just kind of a fling or something. Hot pastry chef, college years, you know, the works. But seeing you now, I’m starting to think it might have been the opposite.’ 

‘Meaning?’ 

‘You know what I mean, bitch.’ Sophie pushed her shoulder a little and a laugh spilled out of her despite the ache in her chest that not even the wine could dull down.

‘It’s been such a long time. But yeah, yeah, I loved him.’ 

Sophie just hummed. 

‘Why did you guys break up?’ 

MJ just groaned as if she pulled a muscle she didn’t really use. 

‘Can I plead the fifth on that one? Just for tonight. It’s a long and sad story and-’

‘Hey, of course, you don’t have to explain.’ 

‘Okay, look!’ she slammed her glass down, turning towards her, wine splashing up on either side. ‘We can do this, alright? ‘ I’m sure Marcus will understand, and as for that douchebag-’

‘He’s not a douchebag.’ 

‘Well, he fumbled you, so he will have to try and prove that to me. So. As for that douchebag, you can handle it, and I’ll be here with you, the whole time. How long is he staying?’ 

‘I don’t know, I didn’t have follow-up questions.’ 

‘Nevermind, it doesn’t even matter, we’ll get through this, okay?’ 

MJ nodded. Sophie’s confidence was moving but she wasn’t nearly as sure of that as she was.

[lixenn]

Lovely Lili, hi hi! I hope you're well today 🫶🏾💜💜💜 wanted to ask...what does Magan-Xirsi think of René? How do they get along? Also heights of Magan, Cilmi and René?

MY DARLING MOMO!!! I think we are mind melded cause I actually wanted to talk about the Magan-Xirsi and René dynamic for ages but I kept putting off writing it down, so thank you so much for giving me an excuse to ramble, love 💜💜🥹

But let's start with heights first because that's easier lol

René: 157 cm (he's smoll okay that's important)

Cilmi: 173 cm (I actually despaired about this because I couldn't remember if I already decided on Cilmi's height or not. But since I haven't noted it down in his wiki page yet I'll just assume I didn't so this is now the official Cilmi height 🫡<- note to self update the wiki page OTL)

Magan-Xirsi: 195 cm (he's a big boy hehehe)

Now. I started with heights because I needed to establish those in order to explain how fucking funny the relationship between Magan and René is. So, in one corner we've got Magan: big guy, built like a tank, covered in scars with the Cryptid™️aura enveloping him like an overdramatic cloak. People aren't pants pissing scared of him as much as they are unsettled. At least with the Boss you know where you're at. Fuck up, get shot. Easy math. But that guy? What the fuck is up with him? What's his deal? Nobody fucking knows! He could be sweet giant but he could also sacrifice babies for breakfast and everyone just collectively decides not to find out which one is the truth. And honestly that's such a shame because Magan is such a chill dude! For an assassin he's a pretty nice guy, very down to earth, nothing really rattles him. And he gives great hugs! Why is nobody befriending him; this is a crime! <- says the author who literally decides over his fate lmaoooo Anyways... In the other corner we have René: literal baby, scared of his own shadow, smart but with the social graces of drunk fawn. One would think if you put him and Magan in one room, René would jump out of the second floor window to get away from the other guy. HAH! WRONG! Magan is literally one of the few people alive that René is super comfortable with. Since René and Cilmi are childhood friends he spend a lot of time at Cilmi's house so he grew up surrounded by his friend's family. Out of all of Cilmi's siblings Magan is René's favourite. He never judges René about being a complete mess and always listens to his struggles. Also, he's great at cuddling! There are a lot of pictures of small René just straight up napping on Magan while the older boy reads a book lmaoo. So, basically René sees Magan as his kinda older brother. It doesn't really work in English because the way you adress people is different imo but if they were speaking Japanese René would call Magan Nii-san. That kinda vibe, y'know? The feeling's mutual btw because Magan thinks René is an adorable lil bean. He often teases Cilmi that he'd much rather prefer René as his little brother because he's "much easier to handle, he even comes in pocket size. Great for carrying around." Cilmi gets pissed about it because 1) stop talking shit I'm a great brother (not) 2) leave René alone, that's my best friend back off! and 3) you are so fucking embarrassing go die in a fire! Cilmi can be so prickly sometimes it's great 🤣🤣 I love the dynamic between those three, it's very fun. Also, the fact that René is so comfortable around the local Cryptid (/potential cult leader/baby eater/eldritch being that crawled out of the sewers) gives our anxious scientist a lot of street cred. Like maybe that guy can't hold a presentation to save his life but he can talk to Magan-Xirsi??? Respect! Maybe he's not as much as a whimp as he looks like. (René doesn't realise at all that him casually chatting with Magan impresses his colleauges. Like, "it's just Magan??? There's nothing scary about him." Meanwhile cut to Alberico preparing an excorism because he saw Vlasta bro-nodding to Magan and now thinks they are in cahoots lmaooo)

[offtorivendell]

Just wanted to tell you that I love your account ❤️ and I was curious how you manage to stay so positive in the middle of this ship war

Aww thank you so much! 💜

I'm definitely not perfect, but I mainly try to trust my own judgement and reading comprehension, and keep to my fandom bubble when possible.

I can compartmentalise almost to a fault, so while I know there's always a chance that I'm wrong about Elriel (and more than a chance that I'm wrong about my theories, as they can get very crackish/specific lol), I don't let it take anything from the enjoyment I get chatting about theories with my fandom friends. That's what I'm here for, the rest I just do my best to either laugh about or ignore.

At this point my Tumblr feed is (mostly) Elain and Elriel based positivity, at least with regards to SJM. I've curated my bubble, filtered out any tags I don't want to see, try to avoid the drama, and chill. If we get Elain's book next, then brilliant, but if not, I'm pretty much at the point where my enjoyment comes from my friends and theorising with them rather than the source material itself (I think that's about as negative as I'll get, because I do find the fandom negativity exhausting, hence I typically stick to private chats with friends, with the occasional foray into the subreddit - doing this has allowed me to separate the books from a lot of the extraneous bullshit). Also, I'm very lucky in that, while I've always loved/will love reading, fandom is more of a nice little bonus to my life; I don't rely on it too much in the grand scheme of things. If I "get my way" with Elriel then great, but my happiness isn't contingent on that.

So yeah - and not to be too "00s self help wisdom" - the enjoyment I experience from my current level of fandom participation is more about the journey than the destination. Don't get me wrong, I do hope I'm right about at least some things (thankfully HOFAS suggested that I may be on a few of the right tracks, so fingers crossed), but if I'm not then I am well and truly past the point where I don't care all that much. There's no point in stressing too much about what SJM will or won't write, because it's not going to change the end result. So why do that to yourself? Just have fun with your fandom friends (whether that be theorising, making art, whatever) and let others do the same, vent in private if necessary, be kind, and hope for Elriel the best. 😉✌🏻

Thanks for stopping by anon! Have a brilliant rest of your week.

[lipglossanon]

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night to you lipgloss! 🩷

So just wanna share another brainrot with the sweet stepdad and Chris (I realized I talked too much about dark!SD but sweet!SD needs some loving too). I remember in one of your asks, an anon (I don't remember who) ask who is most likely to have a threesome. And I think the answer for the sweet!SD goes something like: 'With someone who he can trust a lot and that's Chris.'

And this is where my brainrot comes in. I am a HUGE sucker for cliche tropes, like imagine one day Leon invited Chris over for dinner because they're besties, catching up with life over a few drinks because it's been so long since they've seen each other and now is the perfect time because Chris has just retired from the military. Chris went to Leon's house and saw the reader and immediately fell in love with her at first sight. Like he's this big tough and scary former military man with scars all over his body, and reader sitting in the garden reading a book peacefully while the sun shines on her face illuminating her figure making her look like an angel. Chris SWORE up and down that he actually died and saw his best friend in heaven and that the angel in the garden is the one that has come to retrieve his soul. Chris is bewitched, in his old age (RE8 Chris tho 👀💦) and he can't believe how his heart can fall in love at first sight considering the stuff he saw in the battlefield, it should have been hardened. Leon saw how Chris looked at reader, and calls reader over to introduce her to him. Chris felt guilty, falling for his best friend's stepdaughter but doesn't let him show. They have a nice chat over dinner, and whenever he gets the chance, he steals a glance at reader. After that, Chris would often come by their house to 'hang' out, while his real motive was to see the reader and get to know her better.

🌙 anon

🌙 anon, thank you for waiting 😭

And this is such a lovely ask!! 💜 sweet Chris and sweet stepdad at the same time 😩 they’re both just smitten by you and love to love on you 🥰

Thank you for sharing this!! It made my heart all warm and fuzzy 🥹

[adreama-writes]

2023 Fanfic Wrapped

Thank you for the tags @inexplicablymine @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes !

Idk who else hasn't yet done this so @onthewaytosomewhere and OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS!

I actually wrote a lot this year! Many of them surprised me. I'm usually an outline writer - I make notes for the stories and then that tells me where to take the story. However, several of these were kind of "let's just write and see where it takes us!"

It got long so here's a cut to save your dash. 💜✍️✍️

Watch it All Unfold (a collection of drabbles)

40 chapters added in 2023 at 100 words each

That's 4,000 words!

Over the course of the entire year; I won't be breaking it out into individual months

February:

Nora and Tu B'Shevat - 1300 words, focused on June/Nora, part of the series Nora and the Holidays. Last year, I was chatting Nora with some other fans and I mentioned that I write Nora celebrating her holidays. Someone commented (half-joking) "Tu B'Shevat fic WHEN??" I replied "When Tu B'Shevat happens!" so I wrote this little fic, dedicated it to them on Ao3, and they haven't read it. Still happy I represented for the trees 🌳 though.

June surprises Nora on her holiday with plans and a gift. Happy new year for the trees!

March:

March Book Club - 2 chapters, total 17,388 words. Rated T. Focuses on Alex/Henry and the Henry-June friendship

working title: henry gay english major

A kid at Henry's shelter inspires him to pick the Little Women series for his book club with June. Meanwhile, Alex is there, by his side, supporting him always, and Henry starts thinking more about their future in all the good ways.

Blanket Fort - 600 words. Rated G.

Alex is anxious during a storm, and so is David. Henry has a late night at the shelter.

July:

of fathers and sons - 7651 words. Rated T. Focuses on Alex/Henry and the relationship between Oscar and Henry.

Henry’s been working on the new LA shelter for months. He’s had countless conference calls with investors, contractors, city council, and more. Now, they’re ready for the final touches before opening, and Henry needs to be hands-on, literally. He knew this time would come, but he hates being away from home. He’s on the phone with his assistant, discussing hotel options, when Alex interrupts. “Why do you need a hotel in LA? My dad lives there. Stay with him. He’d be thrilled to have you there.” Henry stays with Oscar Diaz his father-in-law while he's getting the new LA shelter up-and-running. It's a bit of an adjustment, but it's actually nice. He even picks up a few new skills in the kitchen to show Alex!

October:

June and Weddings  - 1216 words. Rated G. A little something I threw together for June's birthday.

5 weddings June is in + 1 time it's her own

November:

talking about feelings is a sapphic cliche - 1200 words exactly. Rated G. Another one that just happened quickly.

Nora nods. She knows June’s telling the truth, but she also can tell there’s something more. “And?” she prompts. “And,” June continues, a hint of a smile on her face, and Nora knows it’s for her, that June appreciates that she knows her so well. “I’m nervous.” “Okay,” Nora says, shifting so she’s sitting cross-legged across from June on the bed. “Specifics. Let’s hear it. You know how this goes: you tell me what you’re worried about and we’ll talk about it logically.”

December:

Christmas Visit - rated G. 3525 words. This was originally a drabble, and then people demanded more, and it actually worked.

It's Christmas Eve at Kensington. Alex's niece tells him about the ghost she saw the other day. Then, in the middle of the night, Alex sees him too.

Untitled New Year's Eve story - to be posted December 31

Total: 36,889 words over 7 new works + new chapters for 1 existing work. Does not include word count for New Year's story.

[tamiveldura]

Friday Update!

This week was disrupted almost immediately with the news that I've been called for Jury Duty. That starts next Monday, and potentially lasts all week, which means I started the week trying to figure out how I'm going to hit deadlines with a lost week I wasn't expecting And potentially several additional days lost to recovery.

I don't have a good answer for that. The bad answer I I decided not to take a break after finishing Fated To The Wolf.

I wrapped up revisions of Fated on Monday and assembled the novella for the editor. That project goes into a multi author anthology and will be on preorder on the 15th. You'll see me chatting about it more as the preorder runs.

While revising, I have been massaging the outline for Rescued By The Dragon Assassin. (Preorder link to my website) On Tuesday I moved directly into the dictation draft of Rescued.

Normally I would give myself the rest of the week to handle admin work (never ending) and poke a bit at the outline to make it more robust. I fill in the time reading good books and generally letting the creative muscles take a rest.

But, see above, jury duty, so instead I started dictating Rescued. I got a few chapters in and made some outline adjustments. I got to the start of chapter 4 (of 10) and while I usually take the weekend off, I'm going to do one dictation session each day to help move the project forward.

Worst case scenario, I have to serve the whole week and I don't have the energy to do anything at all but survive that. Best case, I don't have to serve at all. But a really nice situation would be serving the week and still being able to come home and dictate a bit each day so the week isn't a total loss. Going downward in effort: being able to revise the first few chapters on Rescued, being able to outline the next project, being able to brainstorm the next project, or being able to do admin maintenance tasks like dealing with audio files would all progress things in the business.

Ultimately I don't know what the situation will be until Monday, which is really disruptive Now because I am autistic and rely heavily on Knowing The Plan. It helps that I have several potential plans to pick from given more information, I just hate waiting in limbo.

Rescued (20k) is due at the end of May. Vampire Mated (20k) is due end of June. I do not love how tight those are. In addition, there is a workshop I'm attending in August that will start throwing short stories at me Soon TM and with a single week deadline each, they can't be shuffled around once they arrive.

(if I get my first short assignment on Monday while I'm talking to the Judge I hope it's for a wild genre I don't prefer like the Regency, because if it's for the epic space opera I will burn at both ends to do it. Please cross your fingers it comes the week after.)

This whole situation is why I've stopped accepting group projects and submission projects for now. I want to clear these novellas, get through the anthology Workshop, and start working on some of the sequels of things these projects have spawned.

It's a lot and right now, with next week questionable, it's a lot more than normal.

Thanks for listening to the vent! Go check out Rescued on my webstore and if you'd like to get shit in your inbox instead, my newsletter goes out every Thursday with a small blog, sales alerts, and monthly free books from my friends 💜 Signup gives you a free kinky dragon shifter short story!

[the-kipsabian]

6, 9, 13, 23, 33, 37!

6. What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book? usually whatever i have on hand. a piece of paper or a receipt. i should really get a consistent bookmark but tbh im still only getting back on reading physical books ssssooooo

9. What sounds or scents calm you down? for sounds, cat purring and rain come to mind immediately. for smells, the way my home smells and coffee

13. Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil? oh definitely a pen. unless its a mechanical pencil, then that, but generally i opt to use pens if i can

23. Which songs do you like to sing in the shower? i dont sing in the shower sadly lmao, i have too many elaborate fic ideas to ponder through instead to focus on anything else in there

33. Can you read analog clocks? i caaaaan cause im old lmao. also i can read 24 hour time as well cause hell yeah europe LMAO

37. Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking? as long as they arent in my way or trying to tell me how to do something that i know how to do. i love cooking with other people, its very nice to chat and hangout while i get to make something for them to enjoy 💜

[atmymercy]

Hiiii! I’m here for the gameee💜

I’m S.F and I’d like to know if my future spouse is a foreigner (or any other quality you want)!

A song that I’ve been heavily listening to is Free Now by Grace Abrams. These lyrics specifically touch me because they remind me of a childhood love that slipped away when adulthood entered the chat and we still see each other every now and then and it feels so bittersweet🫠:

Every page that I wrote, you were on it

Feel you deep in my bones, you're the current

And I showed no restraint, it was something

I was scared until you made me love it

If you find yourself out, if there is a right time

Chances are I'll be here, we could share a lifeline

If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down

Never been less empty, all I feel is free now

Thank you!🥹

♡ giveaway winner - 6/5 ♡

hello honey! how are you doing? and sure! you can join!

aww! thank you, honey for sharing such a beautiful little moment with us! i'm glad that you have a love in your life that makes you wistful like her voice is in the song! adulthood has a funny way of changing our lives for ways we could never expect but i'm so glad you feel free now! love takes great strength and you're showing it by being so open and strong about your past! good for you, honey! woot!

for you, i got the mirror, the cloud (reversed) & the rain.

i'm getting that you are most likely going to be married to someone who is not a foreigner. if anything, i'm getting that they will probably have similar features to you, honey! somebody who reminds you of either yourself or somebody in your family but in a good way! like they will make you feel comfortable and warm, even when it's raining outside! somebody who you don't have to question the motives of because you just get them and how they think! things are not cloudy or like easily miscontrued between the two of you because you'll have similar backgrounds! you get a more in-sync match with this as well! aww! that's so nice for you, honey!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee/tip when you can! if you want to explore this further, please also consider a private read. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

♡ message me for details/questions & to book a reading! ♡

[1d1195]

Hiii Sam!! It feels like it’s been forever omg😭😭 I will try my best to respond without it being so long lol

I think by now all the guys have posted about it and ngl that was brutal for so many reasons! I didn’t even know what Louis had to go through and now with this it’s so :( and it’s okay! I feel like we all have para-social tendencies especially if we’re fangirls or whatever. But it’s understandable since you basically grew up with them and they were your everything at one point! and for better or for worse knowing about his own grief and how he deals with it is expected.

We did talk about it! And it is cute that people took the time to check in! I think it took everyone by surprise so of course checking up on friends who were/are in love with them seemed like a nice thing to do! Oh I definitely don’t agree with the stamens that you’re forgettable!! I think for the people who take time to know you, like actually know you, to them you are more than just a girl who loved 1D!

Sadly no new hot TA updates 😔 though he did come with his shirt basically it buttoned again one day so YES THIS MF KNOWS WTF HES DOING!!! My first thought when I saw him that day was “whore” BUT I MEAN IT IN THE MOST LOVING WAY😭 And I know I’m not the only one who thinks he’s hot like I’m sure I overheard a convo while going into the room lol

I LOVE when you ramble!! Even if they don’t make sense, they make sense to me!!!! I think you did mention the series!! DID YOU GET THAT NEW BOOK?!? HOW IS IT?! Will it replace the current book bfs?! Or will he be a new one on his own??

How are YOU doing though? I think the last time we talked you mentioned being busy and just not feeling good. Are you able to take a bit of a break for yourself? Please do so if you can!!

I’ve missed you so much it’s crazy😭 met someone from Boston last weekend and their name was Sammy??! So my brain immediately thought about you and how lame it’s been not being able to chat 😭 it’s been so busy these past two weeks I can’t! I simply don’t have time :( School is crazy like midterm season is here and I can’t lol I haven’t even been able to read your newest story yet😭 definitely a priority when i hopefully have time!

Missed you so so much my love!! Hope the week is treating you well! ILY!!-💜

OMG you lapped me in messages 😭

This week absolutely curb stomped me. But it's over. It’s fine. I was really overwhelmed and had a couple REALLY long and not so great days. Very drained. Slept a lot Friday into Saturday so I’m hoping this means I’ll be on the mend. I didn’t get to take a break for myself. but I DID read the book even when I had a 100 other things to do. It was good, but I liked some of the others in the series more. It was a little lackluster for me. Still sweet and I enjoyed it but the others deserve more hype than this one.

I know EXACTLY what you mean calling your TA a whore hahahahahaha he sounds pretty slutty to me tbh 🤣

I'm doing okay about Liam for the most part but I see some sad tiktoks. One that really got to me was a pic of him on the first slide and then the second slide is a picture of 1d when they were babies in 2012ish and the song in the background is "you start to wish you could've been 16 forever, cause you know your favorite band ain't getting back together" which is just gutting really for obviously 100 reasons. It's just so sad and I guess it's good I had such a bad week and a million other things to do so I could distract myself from how sad it is and not listen to this sad fucking song 😭

I'm sorry you've also been so busy! I hope you're taking time for yourself. Don't worry about reading, ever. I know you like to but it's not like the stories are going anywhere 💕 I know you're going to do well on your midterms and I hope you're not too stressed 💕 Sammy from Boston! How funny! I assure you it wasn't me as I wasn't near the west coast last weekend hehehehe

I'm excited to read what you wrote about the story, I hope you're having a great weekend 💕

xoxo

[annaliza999]

Hi! Thank @goldenprophetwrites for the invitation !

I bring an apple crumble, warm and sweet with cinamon but also a little bit of acidity with some red berries in...

I'm very grateful to have find my way to the GC (Goldenprophet Cult) through a wonderful discord ex-book club which became a truly lovely "whatever this is, this is amazing" chat group.

I think sharing laugh, carring words, curiosity and not to forget: generously given, fantasticly creative fics is a wonderful blessing...

More generally I am immensely grateful to the writers in the fandom, who feed us without counting on fluff, angst, fun and smutt. In the current time, having a bubble of (queer) happiness you can rely on at the end of the day is the difference between living and just surviving... you are all our little bit of magic... 💜

Special thanks and invitation to @lulublack90 - I read your fics every morning at breakfast, what a treat to sweet start the day! And @chlobliviate which fics often close my day so nicely... and of course to Val and to the rest of the dream gc @marigold-hills @tealeavesandtrash @veganbutterchicken @sweetstarryskies @quiethauntings @magicbeings

Happy Mootsgiving, everyone!

So, technically, I know Thanksgiving is an American holiday… history… yadda yadda. However, this is not Thanksgiving.

This is Mootsgiving, and what I say goes ‘cause this is my holiday. Anyway! Mootsgiving is all the basic ideas of Thankgiving but better because I’m great like that.

I just wanted to show everyone how grateful I am, since gratefulness is a key principle of Thanksgiving.

I want all my moots from different countries to be able to have the picture-perfect movie-esque Thanksgiving of being surrounded by friends and family with all the care and love and gratefulness that can be poured into a single human. And, as the ever-dramatic Runar, what better way to do that than to organize a huge event?

So! Rules!

State what food you brought

State one thing you’re thankful for

My name is Runar, I brought the eggnog, and I’m grateful for each and every one of you 💗🫶

Really sappy and really long paragraph/speech under the cut!!

Soooo… to start off my big long speech… *clinks my fancy wine glass that’s filled with a mysterious substance* (It’s eggnog)

When I first started this blog, it was off a whim. I wanted to do something, something that involved putting my work out there, as I was just starting out. I wanted to mean something. In any sort of way, I wanted to leave a sort of mark. Not just any mark, though, no. I wanted to add a bit of joy, a spark of life that comes from creativity, and adding words and love into the space we occupy on this floating rock in space.

I wanted to write because it made me happy, and I wanted there to be a possibility of someone who was who got joy from reading to maybe stumble upon it, and get joy from me. Get joy from something I was able to provide for them.

I was also incredibly lonely. I had no friends, I had nothing, pretty much. I didn’t talk much. I was reclusive. I was okay, but I was empty. I didn’t have a purpose. And while I wasn’t expecting much, nothing at all really, I was overjoyed at the prospect that maybe just one person would stumble upon something I wrote and for a moment of their day, maybe they got peace from it.

Maybe they felt a little less lonely. I would have been at peace with just knowing the possibility of it was out there. And then… it did. And I got more than I bargained for, even, I got a friend. My first friend.

From there, everything… clicked. Slowly, but ever so surely, things were falling into place. I was gaining something that had not even crossed my mind. A family.

So, my silly dream born from a whim became friends, connections, and family, it became life-altering. It had ups, it had downs, it had in-betweens. It was beautiful and messy and happy and sad and fucked up and so wonderfully… human?

Yeah, this is online, this is a silly mootsgiving idea I thought up three hours ago because I wanted people to know I love them.

But to someone who had nothing, this is everything. You are everything.

Even if we’ve only talked one time, you have a special place in my heart. The character growth has been… one hell of a ride. I’ve gone through many eras, and made new friends in each and every one of them. So, with the end of the year closing soon, I suppose in a way this is not just a silly mootsgiving.

My bigger end goal, really, was to make sure as we get to the end of this ear, you know how genuinely important this whole year has been to me. How important you have been. I got an anon ask,

What does it feel like to be wanted?

It was beautiful poetry. I replied, said I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be wanted. But really? I think maybe I do. I think it feels like having enough people that you love to organize and invite everyone to a huge event online, to write out this heartfelt paragraph and trust that at least one person will care enough to read it.

My beginning goal has changed so much, and not at all. My biggest purpose in life has been, and I think will always be, to add something into this world.

Creativity, joy, happiness, compassion, I want to ensure that no matter what, as long as you know me, you know you have one person on this earth who loves and cares about you with as much feeling that can physically be felt by one person without exploding into a bunch of tiny little runar pieces.

But moreso, I think maybe my goal has changed from wanting to put stories out there, to putting myself out there. I don’t want to write stories that are just fiction, just crafted ideas meshed together to create a blob of fiction.

I want to write pieces of myself into everything, which i think might genuinely be impossible to not do. I want my heart to pour out of my fingers into the things i type out for you, and i want to not only feel things, but to maybe make you feel something too. Something warm and fuzzy, something good, as good as you deserve.

Aaaaannnd…. to end this….

I love you guys, thanks for being here <3

@marauding-almond @percyweasleyapologist @yesiamprocrastinating @dieatthealtar-deactivated @caramel-covered-apples @thatoneslytherinnerd @thatoneslytherinnerd2

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[spookyserenades]

I loooooooooooooooooooove the chapter and the tarot and occult and stuff r srsly intriguing it's soo cool like u make me wanna do a separate research about tarot cards and the ending gave me the chills I swear u r gonna kill us one day anyways thank you for another lovely chapter tc

!!!! AHHH thank you so much sweetheart!! Tarot can be such a fun practice, and really practical too when you get the hang of it (not to mention, a party trick at sleepovers LOL) there are lots of Youtube videos to get you started, library books, and they sell 100's of decks at Barnes & Noble these days, too. 💜

HEHE sorry about the cliffhanger!!! I think it's a nice, spooky ending that will lead us into the October update, which will be full of lots of witchy things. Thank you for reading and sending love, hope to chat soon! 😘

[the-local-manga-library]

❀ Halo, I’m back again! This time for much longer!

Sorry for kind of disappearing for a long time, I was really busy in my life, but I’m finally back again!

I’m on summer break now, so I can do requests a lot more often! I even have some new sources I’m planning to edit!

Again, I’m really sorry for just kind of leaving for a while, but I hope you all understand!

- 💜Mod Basil💜

[violetmuses]

On Your Mind - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: “On Your Mind” || Bucky Barnes 

FANDOM: Marvel - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: You catch Bucky’s eye…. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

Main Masterlist

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2024

It’s too early for Bucky to visit Delacroix again, but sunlight reminds him of the small fishing town in Louisiana. 

Instead, he’s kept these New York windows open now, trying to remember good times with Sam’s family. With therapy over, there’s not much else to do, especially since he retired from service. 

For the millionth time, he walks to the nearest coffee shop out of boredom, opening that front door with his bare right hand and walking inside.  

Folks here still assume that his leftward metal arm is just some highly-advanced prosthetic gifted from the military. 

He orders black coffee and corners by a window seat, just people-watching. Beyond the glass window, pedestrians move up or down the sidewalk. Personal cars or taxi cabs honk horns. Blasting music plays in all directions, echoing time and again. 

Out of nowhere, the door jingles, signaling another customer. Bucky continues sipping the coffee and doesn’t care much until he glances across this space, quietly seeing you. 

He can’t exactly see your face as you stand in line to order a beverage, but your laughter catches his attention almost immediately. 

You sound joyful and light, chatting with the barista like a good friend rather than one stranger behind that cash register. 

“Thanks.” You settle down those chuckles and head towards one of the last empty tables found here. 

Now, You’re close to Bucky without entirely invading his own space. At least you’re kind enough not to bother other people. 

You’re so pretty. Buck thinks to himself. 

You enjoy your beverage alone, but take out one paperback novel that he’s never heard of before. The cover reminds him of Crime Fiction though and its image vaguely shows a federal building. 

“Excuse me?” Bucky finally stands from his window seat and walks towards your space once you’ve set down the beverage. 

You look up, almost immediately recognizing him. Everyone remembers what happened not long ago, especially considering how Flash Smashers perished. 

“Sergeant Barnes? Hello.” You greet him out of respect and put your book down. 

“Please call me Bucky.” Barnes tells you, appreciating the rank, but still not wanting that reminder of his past. 

“Bucky.” You make the correction and also introduce yourself. There’s no other choice right now. 

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” Bucky tries to calm down his own nerves around you, recalling the day he met Sarah, Sam’s determined and gorgeous sister, not long ago. 

“Go ahead.” You offer, watching as Bucky sits down across from you and settles in with his own coffee. 

“New in town?” He asks, smiling towards you. 

“No, but it’s a long story.” You say. 

“The world already knows mine, what about yours?’ Bucky turns as a joke and faces one imaginary watch. 

“Very funny.” You play right back. 

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By the time you both leave that coffee shop, Bucky is laughing. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. You’ve found this park bench and sit beside him, continuing a light-hearted conversation. 

“You still don’t know what Netflix is?” Your jaw drops and another giggle fit starts without fail. 

“Yes. I haven’t had enough time to watch anything, though.” Bucky defends himself. 

“Just pick something.” You suggest. “That’s how it all works.” 

Moments before Bucky can respond, your phone buzzes. 

“Shit! Sorry, but I gotta go.” You look downward and furrow your brow. It’s your family, planning a backyard barbeque. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, genuinely concerned as you face each other. 

“Yeah. Family plans.” You lift your cell phone and smile to reassure him. 

“Oh! It was nice meeting you. Have a good one.” Bucky calls out. 

“You too! See you around, Buck.” You gather belongings and nearly run away, but glance over one shoulder to acknowledge him.  

His heart both drops and races as you vanish from the park.