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Hiii 🩷

I really loved your ‘Mr & Mrs. Price’ story where his partner he is marrying is younger than him! I was wondering if you had anymore of those stories?

If not, I was wondering if you could write a little after they get married sort of thing. Like would they have kids right away, etc.

Thank you!!

Hi love!! 🩷🩷 Thank you for asking so nicely 💕

At the moment I don't have anything else written for Price and her younger wife, so I'll write you a little bit of what I thought would happen after the wedding.

A continuation to Mr. & Mrs. Price

Suggestive | 730 words | Back to Masterlist

The first thing would be the honeymoon, and Price gives me the vibes to go somewhere cold, like the Norwegian Fjords (? I don't know why, he just does. Constantly clinging to his wife like: "I'm cold, dear. Can't you see?" Only to sneaky get his hands under your clothes.

Friends and family complain about how little photos you took, but it's just because most of what you took, were taken inside your room. So many, so many pictures of his hand on your body, the gold band on his finger shining on all of them.

So much fluffy/dirty talk. "My dear, wifey... See? I told you I was going to marry you one day, and look at you, Mrs.Price... so fucking beautiful under me..."

Neither of you are surprised when a couple of months later you get a positive pregnancy test.

"We used protection..." Price says, as if that would change something.

"Yeah... Until we run out, Mr. I Pulled Out." You say.

Having a child so quickly after the wedding was neither of your plans, but Price was already talking about taking a step back from the dangerous mission and for some reason neither of you were panicking after the news.

It was a weird feeling, at first at least. But on the doctor appointment, when you hear the little alien's heartbeat it was set. Price's hand holding yours, the whole way back home.

He did step back from the dangerous mission, working at base helping the recruits and helping on the small missions, not wanting to be far from you. So he spent his working hours at base, and one day he forgot some documents at home and asked if you could bring them to him.

So you did.

You grabbed the folder, and drove your pregnant self to base.

Ghost was the one who saw you first, almost as you stepped off the car. And he was immediately on your side, stunned when he saw your belly.

"Are you..." He asked, not wanting to be rude; looking from your stomach to your face.

You quickly nod, the man's eyebrows disappearing under his mask. He took the folder from your hands, as if it was a heavy piece of furniture you were holding making you laugh. "Congratulations... That's what people say, right?"

You nod again, holding onto his arm to ease his mind as you walk towards Price's office. Small talk about how you were planning a baby shower and if he would like to assist, the panic clear on his face making you chuckle again.

"I'm pulling your leg, Simon. I'll send you a message with the important news." You say, patting his arm.

"And I will be forever grateful for it." He says, slowly falling in a comfortable chat with you.

Gaz and Soap walk out of Price's office just as you turn the corner. Both their expression of shock.

"Captain!" Soap calls him, annoyed with just finding out. "Ye got yer missus pregnant already? Ye filthy dog."

Price furrows his eyebrows, walking out and smiling widely. Quickly walking to you to give a kiss on the lips, his hands resting on your tummy.

"How are my girls doing, sweetheart?" He asks, Simon hearing it perfectly.

"Girls? You are having a baby girl?" He asks, making Gaz and Soap repeat it as echo.

You chuckle again, taking the fold from Ghost's hand and handing it to Price. "We are doing great today, John. Here's the documents, Simon wouldn't let me hold them myself."

"Good lad." He says, nodding at the mancunian making you shake your head.

Unlike Ghost, Gaz actually asks you about the baby shower and if he can assist. Price doesn't say anything, but he is really glad he offered; having now a familiar face at the party.

And even though only Gaz assists in person, he brings a present. "From Ghost, Soap and I, hope the girly likes it. Whenever she uses it."

He says that because the gift is a bright pink toy car for the baby to drive around.

Price complains about the safety of it, but later at night when everyone is gone he sits on the sofa, looking at you drive the car yourself talking about how you always wanted one as a kid. And Price is not sure how he got this lucky in life.

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Can you write Miles 42 being like really super duper protective and like controls her, he doesn’t let her go out by herself and stuff like that and is like always watching her. They argue about his over protectiveness but he could care less

Ofc babes!!!

warnings: toxic behaivor, miles being annoying, angst, references to robbery and murder, strong language, INCREDIBLY TOXIC BEHAVIOR!!!!!!, brief mention of drinking, lmk if I missed one or two

A/n: Send more miles 42 reqs pls

730 days. Thats how long you were with this man. Thats how long it's been since you got leave the house alone. Miles was very overprotective since his dad died and he saw the world for what it was. Evil and it was filled with nothing but scum. Miles determined that this world wasn't good enough for you and you needed to be "protected" and kept away from this disgraceful universe. So, he took it upon himself to protect the only two things that mattered to him, you and his mom and he did a good job at it.

Miles would walk you to school, work, home and if you needed something, he would be the one to get it for you:

"Miles baby, I can get it myself; its right outside." you pleaded.

"Nah, Mami. I don't want you outside by yourself. People are fucked up and they will hurt you." He said stoically.

"But-" you started

"Cállate, Y/n. Before I make you” he said, stepping closer

You knew Miles well and you knew to stop pressing because he would just shut down and you hated when he shut down. Miles would just put his hand on his braids and kick something before giving you the same speech:

“Y/n you saw what they did to my father, do you want that to happen to you too? Because if I let you go out by yourself, you’re at risk for that to happen and if it does or if anything or anyone touches you, I will kill them; and that’s a promise, Mami. I will kill anyone that lays a finger on you and not bat an eye. Don’t fuck with me, y/n. Stay close. Let me protect you and we will be good. Aight?"

“okay.” you would say. Miles had a way of making you seem two inches tall in these situations.

You never left his side. For two years, he would watch your every move(he put small cameras in your home. You didn’t notice until three months ago); he would take you shopping but never posted about you just in case a villain would use try to use you as his weakness(because lets face it, you’re his weakness), he would kiss you and be sweet in private but he would act hard when anyone else was around.

It was a cold winter’s day when you decided you had had enough. Your friend y/f/n(your friends name) had invited you out to a party. You had never been to one because of Miles but you decided enough was enough and you were gonna go. So you slipped on a small dress, cute heels and a jacket that made your tits look nice and left:

“I’ll be home soon!” You told your parent

“Okay, y/n. Tell Miles I said hi” they exclaimed

“Okay!” You shouted back. They knew how overprotective Miles was but they knew he was a good person overall so they left it alone.

As you walked to hail a taxi, you felt your phone vibrate:

Miles: Wanna go out?

You: No it’s okay, imma just stay in for tonight

Miles: Nah fr. Let me take you out

You looked down and debated answering the text, but ultimately decided not to. You got in the taxi and went to the party when you saw a shadow dash across the roof.

You walked into the party and greeted your friend:

“GIRL OMG YOU LOOK SO GOOD. WHERE’S MILES?” They shouted over the loud music

“He’s not here, it’s just me. Let’s go grab a drink!” You replied

“Oh Okay!!” Your friend said

As you were walking over, you could’ve sworn you saw a man that looked exactly like your boyfriend but he vanished when a man walked past. You brushed it off and grabbed a cup of jungle juice and went to dance. You grinded against your friend who caught it during the beat drop. You were having the time of your life until you checked your phone:

Miles: I know where you are, y/n. Come home or I’m coming there.

Miles: I should’ve known you’d lie to me. You’ve been acting real shady lately, wanting to go out and shit. Just wait till you get home, we’re gonna address this shit immediately.

Miles: I see you

Miles: Stop ignoring me, y/n. You know you fucked up

Miles: Imagine wearing the chrome heart necklace I got you while dancing like a slut on your friend

Your stomach dropped as you surveyed your surroundings, looking for a sign of him. When you couldn’t see him, you hailed a taxi and went home.

You fidgeted and fiddled the whole way home. The driver looked in his rear view mirror at you:

“You good, Mami?"

The name sent shivers up your spine as it was your boyfriends name for you.

“Oh! I’m fine, just cold haha” you laughed it off

The driver turned on the heat and sooner or later you were home.

You approached your doorstep and went to your room. Your parent was asleep and you walked in your room, thinking his threat was empty, until you went to shower and saw him behind the door:

“MILES” you screamed both in shock and horror

“Y/n.” he said, closing the door, encapsulating you both in the small room together

“I’m so sorry-“ you started

“you should be. What did I tell you, y/n? I do all of this shit for your safety but you continue to fight me and pull these stunts” Miles lectured as he closed in on you. Your height difference becoming more and more apparent

“Stunts? Fight? Miles I have been nothing but obedient to you which I shouldn’t even have to do if you treated me like a person instead of an object. That’s all I am to you isn’t it? An object. A doll. Just something you don’t want other people to have or see?” you argued

But your pleas and your confessions meant nothing to the man. He simply looked at you and said:

“yeah, actually.”

“what?” you said

“You are an object to me, you’re something I have to protect otherwise the world will take you from me like they did him.” Miles said, as stoic as ever

“STOP USING YOUR DAD AS LEVERAGE IN THIS, MILES. THIS ISN’T ABOUT HIM, ITS ABOUT YOU AND ME AND IF YOURE JUST GONNA KEEP TREATING ME THIS WAY, I’LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE.” You shouted, exasperated and on the verge of tears.

“do it, y/n. I dare you to find someone who will care for you and spoil you as much as I do.” Miles said, briefly breaking his nonchalant nature

“Fine I will!” you said reaching for the doorknob.

You left and put on clothes as you made him leave.

“You’ll be back.” Miles said, nonchalantly

“Fuck you, Miles Morales.” you said

It had been a week and you were sulking and debating getting back with the man when your family and friends told you were doing the right thing:

“I’m glad you left him, y/n. I heard he’s the prowler.” Your parent said

“Yeah I’m glad I left too.” you mumbled

As you were enjoying your fifth night of freedom, you saw a woman get mugged on the street:

“GIVE ME YOUR PURSE NOW LADY” The masked man shouted

The woman did as told and the man escaped but not before looking at you and running in your direction. With Miles, that man would’ve never even had the though to look at you.

You ran as fast as you could until you lost him in an alley behind your apartment. You decided you missed him too much and he was right so you pulled out your phone:

You: Miles you were right. I’m so sorry

Miles: typing...

Miles: its okay, I knew you’d find out soon enough; so what happened, Mami?

You: Some mugger saw me and charged at me and he had a knife

Miles: What did he look like

You: Beanie, knife, blue shirt and black pants

seen

You went home and went to sleep. The next morning you heard the news blaring in the house, along with the smell of bacon wafting through the house

“What happened?” you asked

“some mugger got killed.” your parent said

You had a stinging sensation in your gut and prayed that it wasn’t what it looked like when you heard the woman on the TV:

“It seemed like there were claw marks In his chest and he had been blasted with a ray gun."

Oh God...

You went to text Miles when you saw his text:

“You don’t gotta worry about that guy anymore, Mami. I’ll be at your house at 10.”

[aquagirl1978]

💐 Harri fluff pretty 🙏 please with strawberry milk on top

(Have you considered that one can probably taste the strawberry milk after kissing harri? *sighs as I stare wistfully into the distance*)

Love <3 V

Thank you @vioisgoinginsane - I had a lot of fun writing this and hope you enjoy it!

To Catch a Thief

A/N: The first fic in my Naughty or Nice event and my second entry for An Invitation to Crown hosted by @judejazza Pairing: Harrison Gray x Reader Prompt: play fighting Word Count: 730 Tags: fluff

“I have a problem and I was hoping you could help me,” Harrison said, plopping into the seat next to you on the couch.

“Good morning to you, too,” you replied, not looking up from the book you were reading.

“Morning,” he muttered as he ran his hair through his hair. He leaned a bit closer to you, dropping his voice. “I’m trying to catch a thief and I could use your help.”

“Oh?” You put your book to the side and stared into his mint green eyes, suddenly intrigued. 

“Yeah,” he continued, “I went to the kitchen just now, looking forward to drinking my strawberry milk. And could you believe it, but there was none left. Someone here drank the last glass, knowing that that was my milk.”

“The nerve of them!” You gasped dramatically at his predicament. “Whatever shall we do?”

“I have a list of suspects.” You raised a brow, curious to know who made the list. “Will loves strawberries, so he would be a prime suspect –”

“Except he’s not here now,” you chimed in.

“Exactly. You’re very observant. Alfons isn’t back yet either, so he’s off the list.”

“What about Jude?” 

“While he’s rude enough to commit such a crime, he’s not a fan of milk. I think we can safely cross him off the list.”

“Victor?”

“Nah, he’s more of a tea and scones guy for breakfast. Elbert probably hasn’t left his room since last night, admiring all his stuff.” Harrison sighed, truly perplexed. “That leaves Roger, Liam and Ellis.”

“Ellis does like sweets.” 

“Another excellent observation. He’s possibly our prime subject right now.”

“I’m glad we were able to sort that out.” You smiled smugly at Harrison, pleased you were able to help him. 

“Yeah, well, there’s another problem. Ellis isn’t here either. Some kind of early morning emergency that Victor assigned to him.”

“So then it has to be Liam or Roger.”

“That would seem to be, but there is one other possibility we haven’t explored.” Your eyes widened when he said your name. 

“Was it you?” he asked softly. “I won’t be mad if it was.”

“No,” you replied, perhaps a bit too quickly. “It wasn’t me. I wouldn’t do such a thing to you. You’re my boyfriend. I love and adore you and know just how much you like your strawberry milk.” You flashed him the sweetest smile as you rested your hand on his knee.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t drink my milk,” he replied with an even sweeter smile.

“It wasn’t me,” you repeated.

“Of course, it wasn’t. I was silly to even question you.” He cupped your cheek and caressed your skin softly with his thumb. “I think you deserve a reward for helping me.”

He leaned closer, his lips barely brushing yours. “Is this a suitable reward?” he whispered. Your breath hitched as he covered your mouth with his in a kiss. Running his fingers through your hair, he held you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue probing your lips. With a soft sigh, your lips parted, inviting his tongue to sweep your mouth.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss, his hand cradling your head. His eyes met yours and he smiled.

“I knew it was you the whole time,” he admitted quietly.

“What? How?”

“I had my suspicions, but you should know better than to lie to a fox.” Your face fell; he saw through your earlier lie. “That and…” He brought his mouth to yours and nipped your lip. “I could taste the strawberry milk.”

“That was evil.” You grabbed a nearby pillow and hit him on the shoulder with it. Gently. 

“It's what you deserve for drinking my milk,” he said, laughing. Grabbing a pillow of his own, he swatted you back. Not so gently. 

Peals of laughter filled the room as you took turns hitting each other with the pillows. That is, until Harrison grabbed your pillow and tossed it to the side, leaving you defenseless. He pressed his body against yours, his lips dangerously close to yours. Your eyes drifted shut as your lips moved closer to his, eager for his kiss. 

His hand ran down your ribs, his fingers brushing against your most ticklish spot. Your eyes flew open. 

“You wouldn’t,” you hissed.

“Well, I am a villain,” he said with a wicked laugh.

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Let Me Take Care of You

Hi!! This is another warm up I did (I tend to do x reader to warm up for my other loz writing these days it seems), a little sickfic with Time :3

- Wizard Anon

Content: Time focus, gender neutral reader, committed relationship, sickfic. Wordcount: 730

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Really, the whole situation is ridiculous.

You stand at the edge of the ruins you’ve set up camp in, watching Time talk to Sky. A strategic decision, on his part, for sure – Sky is the only person that’s too tired to notice the one thing Time wants ignored. Multiple of the other Links have approached you about it, now, to which you’ve just dismissed them and told them you’ll deal with it. And now, you’re watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity. The perfect time to lay your trap.

You wish you didn’t have to trap him, though. If he would just… let you help, then it’d be no issue. Yet here you are.

The conversation between Time and Sky seems to lull, and you take your time to strike. You walk up, one arm crossed over your chest and holding your other to your side shyly. When they notice you approach, they both turn to greet you. Time immediately notices something is off.

“Hey, love. You alright?”

“Yeah, can I… talk to you for a moment?” You glance between Time and Sky, before looking back briefly to where you set up your bedrolls. Time seems to get the hint, and with a quick farewell to Sky, you both head over.

Your bedrolls are in a semi secluded corner of the ruins, partially visible to the campfire but far enough away for some privacy. Sometimes, there’s no chance to get any little moment away as a couple, but this time nobody complained when you claimed the best spot in the area, letting you have it to yourselves. And it is the perfect place to get Time to rest.

He waits for you to start speaking, but you take a moment to properly observe him again. His shoulders slump, not in relaxation but in fatigue, and no deflection of catching the day’s sun would explain the flush high upon his cheeks. He was slow to rise this morning and has been sluggish all day. And he’s been avoiding you on purpose – he thinks he’s been sneaky about it, but he hasn’t.

He’s sick, yet he won’t let you take care of him. The only option left is to convince him he’s taking care of you, instead.

“I just… I’m feeling a bit down, and was wondering if you’d like to, um, cuddle a bit? Before your watch?” Despite it being part of the plan, it does bring a blush to your cheeks to ask it so boldly. He’s staring at you so attentively, and the way he gently smiles when he processes your words sends butterflies through your stomach.

“Of course.” At least in Time’s insistence that he’s fine, he’s not simultaneously trying to keep himself away to stop you getting sick, too. Makes this easier.

You both settle on your bedrolls, and as soon as he’s laid down you scoot over and curl up on top of him. You can feel the heat rolling off of him – your heart clenches and you curl in closer. Time’s arms loosely wrap around your back.

“This is nice…” you murmur into his chest. He hums back, idly playing with your hair. “Careful, or I’ll fall asleep.”

“Mmm… maybe a small nap wouldn’t be so bad, perhaps,” he murmurs back. You hide your grin by nuzzling further into his chest.

Time is asleep in minutes. He does not stir when you shift to sit up, nor when you sigh and run your hand through his hair and check his fever.

“What’s his status?” Warriors asks, walking over. You sigh again.

“Not the worst, now he’s actually resting. Hopefully this will convince him to stay down tomorrow.” You keep petting his hair, smiling when he leans into it in his sleep. Really, if only he wasn’t so difficult about it. You’ll happily take care of him – that’s what partners are for. To love and take care of each other. All he needs to do is ask, and you’d move mountains for him.

“Let’s hope. Congrats on a successful mission.” Warriors mock salutes you, and you laugh.

Warriors leaves (likely to update the rest of the group, if they weren’t already listening in), and you settle back down on top of Time. He shifts slightly, then his arms are wrapping back around you and he’s holding you tight.

Maybe a nap really isn’t such a bad idea…

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I need the " I'm a little boy and I've hurt my knee 😭"skit for 'hey doc' soo bad

Bubblegum & Quincy

Hey Doc Masterlist here

Word Count: 730+

Synopsis: You are never given a moments peace. Where a welcome change of pace is offered as Bubblegum's injury, Quincy keeps you on your toes.

Warnings: surgical talk, mention of injury, exhausted Doctor, grumpy doctor. gn!reader x platonic!crewmates, undressing crewmates, medical administration, swearing.

Notes: I also needed these additions from Aunty Donna's skit. I love writing you as this silly doctor in the Kid Pirate crew. Can't leave it alone. I hope this does your request justice, anon!

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23

“Hey Doc?” a whimpery baritone stuttered over your title, a panicked tap at your door trembled and shook the doorframe beyond the door, “L-Let me in right now? I n-need your support.” 

A soft pout formed on your face when you spotted the lengthy violet zig-zags sprouting from the sides of your tall crewman’s head. Bubblegum, although he was tall in stature and lanky in height, was one of the more sensitive members of the crew. His lip quivered as his nose sniffed, entering your office and taking a seat in a chair beside your surgery bed. 

“I’m a little boy and I’ve hurt my knee,” he sniveled with the soft rumble in his deep voice. You sucked your lips in, noticing the soft, insignificant graze on his leg, and triangulated your brows up your forehead in sympathy. Crouching down, you noticed the injury on the tip of his kneecap and clicked your tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you reached for your rubber gloves and a soft vial of antiseptic oil, “You’re being such a brave boy.” Dipping your fingertips in the ointment, you dabbed at the wound and cleaned up the shallow scratch without much issue. 

“You want me to call Killer on my personal den-den for you?” you offered him once you cleaned the barely visible scratch. You reached for the drawer and offered him his choice of brightly colored, punk-band aids. 

“I would love for you to call Killer for me,” he sobbed, his bottom lip sucked into his lip and heart full of genuinity. “Please don’t tell the other crew, though. I know I’m too sensitive sometimes.. They'll mock me.” Upon selecting his favored pattern, you applied the plaster over his knee and reached for the Den-Den to call the blonde, mask wearing first-mate. 

“It’s alright, Bubblegum,” you reassure him with a gentle hand on his shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze, “I find your sensitivity a welcome change of pace.”

In comparison to Bubblegum’s soft sniffles and gratitude for your aid, you were not entirely certain what to expect when Quincy entered your office. 

Swaying her hips and hovering her hands out in front of her face with a soft wave, you turn from your desk and witness her little dance. Without further words, she continues making heavy eye contact and tapping her toes in an elaborate jig on the floor. 

Quincy was a wildcard. Her pain tolerance was high, and her attitude was always positive and uplifting. Her ginger hair bobbed with her motions, her pastel pink dress swirling at her knees the longer she danced for you. Withdrawing your seat from within your desk, you arched your brow up at her and looked at her inquisitively. 

Without warning, she reaches down and opens her maroon patterned blazer and flashes you the side of her torso. Blood seeped through the soft material of her dress and pooled down her legs as she dead-pans her explanation.

“A stab wound,” she smiles at you and keeps on dancing her little jig. 

“A fucking what?!” you immediately stood and rushed over to her side and reopened her blazer with wide, panicked eyes. She giggles at you, halting her dance and allowing you to begin your treatment. “Where did this come from? Were we attacked? Who attacked you? Are they still breathing?” 

“I’ve had a stab wound to my abdomen” she giggles at your questions, her own tone not reflecting the severity of her injury, “Everyone else is fine. No attack, just sparring.” Sighing out in frustration, you usher her to the surgical table and lay her on her uninjured side to begin treatment. 

“Quince,” you huffed out your vexation before hanging your head low in defeat. “You want a lollipop or something?” She perks up, bobbing her head along in agreement to your offerance. 

“Oh, fuck yes I want a lollipop,” she confirmed, looking over her shoulder and extending out her hand in anticipation for her sweet treat. You exhaled your defeat, handing her a lime green, cherry red and white candy swirl on a stick as you continued stitching her up and treating her wound. 

It was never a dull day for you aboard the Victoria Punk as the resident doctor. You were hoping that this upcoming Nakama encounter with the Straw-Hat captain and the Surgeon of Death may provide you some reprieve from your regular duties serving under Captain Kid.

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✧˖°ʚ🍵ɞ♡Sicktember Day 1[I’m not hungover, I’m just sick]Jeckole Angst- Class of ‘09✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

A/N: Day 1 of @sicktember’s 2024 Event! I really had fun doing this even though it was a time crunch cause I was just aware of the event like yesterday, but it’s fine. 🌊🫧Info!🫧🌊 730~ words

Inadequate writing lol

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Tw!- Heavy swearing, drug abuse + mention of vomit. Viewer discretion is advised.

Enjoy ^^

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷🚬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷🚬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷🚬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷🚬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷🚬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “Bitch why the fuck you haven’t been answering my calls? I know you don’t want to do the project, but I need this to graduate high school-” 

Jecka slams open Nicole’s bedroom door, an obscene amount of annoyance washed away as she spots the brunette rotting in her bed in the humid room, which feels like being in a gym locker room.

Somehow, Nicole still looks appealing to the male demographic even if she is sickly pale with eyebags so deep you could’ve mistaken them for potholes.

She coughs, and smiles wanly at her. “Hey Jecka,”

“Oh shit are you okay?” Immediately at Nicole’s side, Jecka looks at her, feeling the creases and wrinkles under Nicole’s eyes. Her ebbing annoyance spikes up again.

“Ugh, did you try that MySpace challenge, the one where they’d snort a foot long line of whatever drug they could find? You know people actually died from that shit right?”

“When did you keep up with the news? No, I’m just down with the flu. I’m not that crazy,”

“The Spanish Flu?! Yeah right, don’t fucking lie to me. No one looks this bad when having the flu. Where’s the stash?” 

“Well I am!” Nicole snaps. “I get sick easily.I’ve been convulsing and throwing up for hours, couldn’t you tell?” She points to the evident putrid vomit bucket, almost filled to the brim with puke beside the bed. 

“Ew, shouldn’t your mom, like, empty that?” Jecka scrunches up her face.

“No, she’s too busy stocking up her medicine cabinet with beta blocker to care… Speaking of, can you get me some Paracetamol from there? Everywhere hurts like hell,” 

Jecka sighs “Knowing you, you’d probably mix it with bedside stash of Xanax, crush it up and snort it, so no, stay hurting like hell,”

“Fuck you, whore,”

Jecka rolls her eyes and sits down on the side of the bed. 

“That being said, I’m really concerned about you Nicole. This life isn't good for you…”

“Who are you? My friend or a guidance counsellor that isn’t trying to fuck me?”

“Okay you know what? Fuck you, I’ll just tell you straight. You’re fucked up and need help, and not even the cool sexy way that people fantasise about. The way people are being put in the mental asylum fucked up. And I’m sorry I can’t be like you, or even want to be like you, bu-” 

“Oh don’t make me laugh. We’ve popped percs and have done drugs together, don’t act all high and mighty now, when you yourself is as bad as I am,”

Jecka hesitates, scrambling her brain to say something as equally smart as her statement only 10 seconds ago.

“Well- atleast I don’t take the illegal shit, just fucking around with kid stuff to blow off some steam! You know, the ones that literally every high schooler would take in high school?”

“Oh, just because what I use is illegal makes me worse than you huh? The outcome is the same, isn’t it? The reason we take it is the same, is it not? Using it to get off some steam. So when I use an alternative you don’t like, then, I’m in the wrong?” Nicole’s face is manic, insane, testing Jecka’s will to not just bend her back over to agree with Nicole, like she usually does.

“Stop trying to act all philosophical and shit to guilt me into agreeing with you. I’m just trying to help,” A tentative step backwards. Look at you Jecka! Making progress!

“I don’t need your fucking help Jessica.” Nicole chucks the bucket at Jecka, who swiftly dodges it, all but some vomit finding its new home on her shirt. 

After that, she just…

Snaps.

Jecka shoves Nicole, making her hit the headboard, earning a bunch of her hair being roughly pulled, almost ensuring her to be left with a bald patch on her scalp.

“What, the FUCK NICOLE? I WANT TO HELP BECAUSE WE ARE  FRIENDS! WHAT, JUST BECAUSE I’LL BEND MY BACK OVER FOR MOST THINGS YOU ASK ME TO DO MAKES ME YOUR LITTLE PLAYTHING? YOU’RE FUCKED UP AND NEED TO BE LOCKED UP!”

“I DONT NEED YOUR HELP, AND I NEVER DID. JUST FUCK OFF!”

Ouch. That must’ve stung. But if it hurt Jecka, no evidence of it showed on her face.

“OKAY I WILL” Jecka slams the door shut, a gross trail of footprints tailing behind her.

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[evildarliing]

IN THE DARK.

Abigail Lazaar | Ana Lucia Cruz/Joey.

WORD COUNT. 730.

WARNINGS. none.

TAGS. vent. emotional hurt. promises. reflection. inspired by music. deep & lonely thoughts.

A/N. this is a vent work so it may or may not make sense; it's just something i wanted to write to help me cope.

In the moment, everything was real. Every word. Every fight. Every feeling. Everything on both sides of the tracks were real.

‘Can you promise me you’re not going to let anyone hurt me?’

She had pinky-promised to keep Abigail safe.

‘You promised, Joey.’

A promise is a promise, and she swore to keep it.

‘She saved my life!’

It was true; she fought tooth and nail and risked her life to keep a vampire, whom she had fallen victim to, alive.

‘See you around, Joey.’

Abigail promised herself that she would see Ana Lucia again. Maybe down the street or in a crowd. Maybe from a distance or right in front of her. During a snow storm or the heat of a summer day. In real life or in an everlasting dream. But a promise was a promise, and she was counting on it. She would see Joey again.

Someday…

Now, she was locked up in her bedroom like a prisoner in a cell. Abigail was realizing that she was spending too much time thinking about her; spending too many nights going through Hell. There was not a single answer to anything… The light Ana Lucia had brought into her life was leaving her in the complete dark. After all of these patient days and pacing nights, she was still waiting to see those mocha eyes stare into her blue ones or turn her head to her name being called by that voice which vowed to never hurt her. Never leave her alone.

Joey had disappeared, and she didn’t understand why. Maybe she was still gullible like Adam said. Maybe she had read too far into Joey’s maternal instincts. Or maybe it was because no one had ever shown her what it was like to be something someone wanted and, potentially, loved.

Did Joey reunite with Caleb once more and go looking for freedom in some city far away from her? It all played behind her eyes like a taunting scheme. She could see her now with Caleb by her side, starting a new life and renewing her name. Seeing so many places and meeting countless new faces. Mentally running further and further from the night she crossed paths with Abigail. Now, Abigail must be nothing more than a blur in a faded memory of promises, allied fighting, and victorious bloodshed that ended with two alive and beating hearts.

It had probably been at least 100 days since she had ever crossed Ana Lucia’s mind, and Abigail couldn’t help but ask herself too many questions to count. Some for herself and some for Joey, but all of them came back to the one thing that had left her wondering: did she do something wrong? If she would have known she would have been left feeling so blue, maybe she wouldn’t have let herself get so attached.

Though that was a lie.

She would have gotten attached regardless of the outcome. Joey was the one person who had shown her a gentle voice, a soft touch, and undying loyalty. And Abigail loved her for that.

She loved Ana Lucia Cruz.

It all felt like a waste of time looking back now, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. She didn’t want to accept the fact that maybe Joey and her had reached the end. They were walking a tightrope that started off strong but it’s tether was now losing its pull. Unwinding and breaking. Like the bond they had formed. Like the promise Ana Lucia had made.

But Abigail still loved her…

It was so foolish of her to believe, but she did. She does. And she probably always will. But after waiting day after day and night after night, what more what there to say? What more was left to do? Now that the line was drawn and what Abigail thought she had was long gone, how was she supposed to carry on like nothing ever happened? What was she supposed to tell her heart? She couldn’t face the fact already, but it was staring at her with no signs of a cover up. Plain and true.

Locked in her bedroom as the clock struck one in the morning, the emptiness in her bled through her veins. Her vision blurred like the way she had in Ana Lucia’s mind, and a tear fell from her cheek.

“Where did you go, Joey?”

[goldenempyrean]

Hiii can I request “You don’t need to be embarrassed, you’re allowed to be sick.” for R looking after sick WandaNat ❤️

The Two You Loved Most

〚 Notes - Hey :) Im back to writing semi-regularly things might be a bit disorganised since I have exams soon but anyway! Enjoy :D (ps my editing is trash so please ignore errors n stuff )〛

〚 Summary - Your girlfriend's catch a cold. It's up to you to look after them. 〛

〚 Wordcount -730 〛

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“Fucking Clint.” Natasha whined grumpily as she buried her head into Wanda who shook her head as she coughed into her elbow. 

“I blame Thor not Clint, he’s the one who brought his alien germs here.” She pouted, rubbing Nat’s back when she broke away to sneeze loudly. 

“Is the blaming still going?” You chuckled at their poutiness as you came back into the bedroom, "I'm surprised you've not started blaming Bruce yet, he's got a few interesting diseases you could catch." You jested, grabbing the tissue box and handing it to Nat. 

“I hate being all sniffly! It’s not fair, I'm meant to be the Black Widow. It's so humiliating.” She whined but reluctantly grabbed a handful of tissues to swipe against her nose. 

“Aw baby, you don’t need to be embarrassed, you’re allowed to be sick.” You murmured, kissing her forehead before doing that same for Wanda, “How are you feeling baby?” 

The witch sniffled scrunching up her nose before she sneezed twice down into her elbow 

“Oh bless you baby! I guess I’ll take that as your answer.” You chuckled, running your fingers through her hair, frowning a little as you registered the heat still blazing from her forehead, “You’re still warm...” 

“You’re warm too.” You sighed as the back of your hand came to rest against Nat’s forehead. Confusion clouded your features. You’d told them both to take some medicine, it should’ve brought their fevers down by now, unless... “Did you girls actually take your medicine earlier? It was meant to bring these temperatures down.” 

It was then that you noticed the shifty glances that your two girlfriends exchanged anxiously between each other. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed to met their shifty gazes, “What’d you do?” You questioned them further as you looked over them observing as the two of them tried to cover up the fact that they had not actually taken their medication as you’d previously said too.  

“You two! We need to keep these temperatures down, you’re just going to feel worst otherwise, You scolded them before getting up and going to your bathroom before returning with two doses of cold medicine in hand, “now you’re both going to have to take some whilst I watch since obviously the pair of you can’t be trusted to be responsible adults.” 

The girls looked at each other nervously before taking the medicine. "I'm grown up!" Wanda said defensively, breaking away to cough chestily before continuing, "I was just scared of how it tasted." 

You couldn't help but chuckle at her admission but then shook your head in disappointment. "You know better than this, my darling. The medicine would’ve helped you feel better, even if it does taste a little icky." 

Nat on the other hand had downed her medicine in one go with the biggest pout, she had grimaced in disgust at the liquid but still swallowed it nonetheless, "I don't like your stupid cold medicine." 

You rolled your eyes but either way, you were still proud of her for taking it, still, a little teasing wouldn’t hurt, “You're lucky I didn't give you the grape flavour, then aren’t you?” 

If you would’ve looked hard enough, you would’ve seen the little shudder which shook the redhead. The grape flavour was truly awful. Anyway after a little more gentle persistence Wanda too took her and you smiled happily at the pair of them, “Well done my loves, that’s going to help you feel a lot better okay? It’ll help get rid of those gross colds.” 

You watched them a little while longer, to make sure the medicine kicked into effect and was doing its job, before kissing their foreheads sweetly as you carefully climbed into the bed, nestling between the two sniffling girls. The drowsyiness of the medicine soon seemed to take hold as both your girlfriends nestled down, each resting their heads on you before they were taken into the soft grips of sleep, small stuffy snores filling the room. Taking this as a sign, you let yourself relax and you soon found your own eyes fluttering shut as you began to drift off to sleep, listening to both girls sniffle around you as they both tried to get some rest. It wasn’t long before you were asleep too, saftely nestled between the two people you loved the most in this world. 

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Toozmanykids Writing Prompt

OMG. I am laughing so hard that I don't even remember why I opened YouTube this morning in the first place. This John Mulaney short automatically started playing and immediately I knew it had to be a Writing Prompt for today. Right??? At least a drabble?

Here. I'll start.

Unfortunately, no smut. It was going to be quick and funny quips at each other, yet I don't think it turned out that way by the time I got done. BUT AT LEAST THIS PROMPT GOT ME WRITING! RIGHT? Now it's your turn, y'all!

SUMMARY: No smut. Just Avengers getting on each other's nerves. Not as funny as it should've been. Damnit.

No warnings.

Word count: 730

Do you believe in ghosts?

The Quinjet had been circling for hours a ways off shore, low to the water to avoid detection, while two dozen of Tony's surveillance drones quietly searched miles of coastline for the mission's target. Four friendly neighborhood Avengers waited patientły impatiently aboard, going stir crazy quicker than anyone would admit.

The silence was thick and tense, but far more preferable to the alternative.

"Hey Mr. Stark—"

"Don't. Just don't," Tony cut off the eager new Avenger. The other two passengers groaned at the sound of Peter's voice. Again.

"But—"

"I swear if you ask me one more 'Would You Rather...?' question, I will rip Charlotte's Web right out of your insides, wrap you up into a perfect spider snack, and feed you to that starving pig."

"Geezus, Tony. Wilbur would never have eaten Charlotte," Natasha pretended to placate Tony, not even attempting to hide her smirk.

"No. No. It's not another 'Would You Rather...?' question, I promise. I got that message loud and clear the second time Miss Romanoff held a blade to my throat." Peter's hand travelled up to his throat while his other waved at Tony in surrender.

Natasha gave Peter a tiny wink when he glanced over his shoulder and offered her a sheepish and awkward smile.

"I told you, she doesn't joke when she's holding a knife," Tony cautioned again.

"Yes, she does! All the time."

"The kid's right, Tony," Natasha admitted. "I prefer to stay unpredictable."

"So Mr. Stark," Peter quickly changed the subject, still gently rubbing his neck. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Of course I do," Tony answered without hesitation or even a glance away from the computer screen.

"Seriously? Even after all we've seen?" Peter moved forward, leaning closer to Tony.

Natasha spun her chair to face Tony and gave him her full attention as well. "Yeah, Tony. Seriously?"

"Especially after all we've seen. I'm surprised at you two. How can you not?"

"Have you ever seen a ghost, Mr. Stark?"

"That's a ridiculous question," still not looking away from his computer screen.

"Why is it ridiculous? Have you?"

"Oh damn," slamming his hands onto his knees. "I knew I was forgetting something. I'm so sorry." Sitting up straighter, Tony turned his chair toward the back of the jet and shouted, "Hey Manchurian Candidate! I guess I never properly introduced you to the team."

In the far back end of the jet, camouflaged within the shadows wearing all black combat armor, the fourth passenger hadn't said a single word since boarding. He sat slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and knees spread wide above huge heavy black steel tipped boots polished to a shine, reflecting the only light in the tailend to infiltrate his shadows. His face was hidden by shaggy brown hair and a well worn baseball cap pulled down low.

"Baby Spider and the Spider Queen are your chippy little cohorts today if we ever spot this asshole and can touch down. Spidey friends, may I present our very own paranormal soldier, Sergeant Bucky Barnes."

"High-fucking-larious, Stark. Now fuck off," Bucky grumbled, pulling the bill of his hat even farther down over his face to look like he was napping.

"Holy shit! I didn't even know he was on board. How did I not sense him?" Peter shouted.

"That's my point, kid," Tony said. "He must be a ghost. Think about it. There's no other answer. He's straight up Jacob Marley, but missing the heavy chains with a door knocker for a nose."

They all burst into laughter - all but Bucky who grumbled some more.

After about an hour or so, Peter walked to the back of the jet and cautiously sat down next to Bucky.

The soldier didn't say anything; he didn't move; he didn't even look to be breathing.

Leaning toward him, Peter softly asked him, "You're not really a ghost, are you sir?"

"I have no idea," Bucky answered flatly and with finality.

Peter's eyes widened, more unsure of his beliefs after that cryptic non-answer than he was before he asked.

"Oh... Yes, sir," Peter said as he retreated back to his chair next to Tony.

Silence hung heavily in the Quinjet after that.

Finally.

Bucky gave Natasha a wink at one point when their eyes met. Eventually Peter would ask more questions, but they enjoyed the silence as long as it lasted.

The End.

It's a new year, and I'm going to be push myself harder to actually post. Good, bad, stupid, or slutty - I'm gonna post stuff anyway. This will be the year of drabbles, false starts, unfinished stories, and plots that go nowhere.

JUST WRITE AND POST, TOOZ!

JUST WRITE AND POST—OFTEN!

My drabble here didn't turn out the way I had planned, but I can see this idea take a fun turn if Bucky actually is a ghost. He could be!!!

He could be trapped on Earth and tethered to his super soldier body that won't decay. At least MOST of the missions Hydra sent him on were to kill other bad guys. Right?

Tony had some other theories too. But it's 3am and now I don't remember what his theory was. Grrrrr.

Anyone else looking for some inspiration?

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I really hope to post more this year. I'm serious. AND I'll do an actual tag list. Please confirm if you want to see my stuff or prefer that I leave you alone. You are not required to listen to my drivel for me to still love reading from your blog. I promise. Honest. Just let me know.

[meowmimimeow]

I keep forgetting to talk abt this cz now im opening the app like once a month BUT ANYWA

So like i had this rlly big Rindo obsession for two whole years and a month ago it started to fade away and like a week ago i finally finished it off and deleted everything abt him and i mean EVERYTHING. I deleted the album of 730+ pics of him then my collection w 300+ edits of him on tt then i changed all my users that had him mentioned and changed my wallpapers😭 AND MOST IMPORTANTLY i deleted my many notes pf him BUTTTT theres a long (ig??) fanfic im writing of him and its alr like more than halfway done and i spent so much on it and i have the ending in mind n all and i dont wanna delete it but since ion like rindo anymore i lost ALLLL motovation to continue writing like even if i force mysef i cant do it so does anyone want it?? Like ill send u the fic and you can cpntinue it, i can give u the ending i had planned or you can make pne of your own, or u can use my ending and add a lil something from you

PLEASEEEE if you wanna do it pls let me know i rlly dont want the fanfic to go to waste.

On top of that i have a little prompt thing (also rindo) so if anyonr wants that to tell me!! You can do whatever you want with that one cz i only had the start in mind.

[dqllgarden]

when you know, you know (pt 1)

diego hargreeves x lila pitts

tags: fluff, a small argument scene, diego and lila being in love and fixing their problems <33 set in s4

i needed to write this because lila would never do that. they would fix their problems because they love each other!!

this is only pt 1 :)

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Lila slumped down on their couch after putting their children to bed. She flicked on the TV to some news channel, something mindless to watch until she was ready for bed. Shortly after, Diego came left his spot at the kitchen table to come join her on the couch.

“What are you so sad about, Lila?”

She turns to look at him, almost offended he even asked. “It’s hard going from being a full time assassin to a full time mom of three who stays at home all day, don’t you get it?”

“How do you think I feel? I never have time for myself. Don’t even get me started on your family.”

“My family? You’re the one with crazy siblings who end the bloody world, you’re lucky your in-laws are normal.”

Lila was getting really frustrated with Diego, she stood up and continued to yell at him.

“It’s like I’m the only one who does anything around here. When’s the last time you put the kids to bed? When’s the last time I went out and did something for myself?”

“All I do is go to work and provide for this family. It’s not my fault our life is so mundane.” Diego stood up and walked to the fridge, grabbing a beer and sitting back at the kitchen table.

“If our life being boring is such a problem, why don’t we try to fix it?” Lila raised her voice, not out of anger but from a point of hope. “What if we let Allison watch the kids for a night or two, and you and I go back to how we used to be?”

“Yeah, yeah okay. We can do that.” Diego visibly relaxed into the chair, taking a drink and grabbing Lila’s hand as she sat down with him. He gave her a soft smile and she buried her face in her hands.

The two of them never had moments alone with each other, always at work, with kids, or needing alone time from each other. They still harbored great love for each other, Lila still blushing at the way he looked at her, Diego loving the way he was the first person she’d let her guard down around. Sure, they had their moments and fights but they never stopped loving each other. That was the one thing they always knew.

—

The next day the two of them helped the kids get ready together. As a team, as parents, as lovers. Diego heard a knock on the door and ran down the stairs to see Allison waiting.

“Perfect timing! The kids are all ready so you don’t have to worry about that-“ Lila came running down the stairs and interrupted him “The twins go to bed at 730, Grace can stay up until 930 but she needs to start getting ready by 9, she takes a while to actually get settled into bed. Make sure they don’t eat too many sweets and-“

“Lila dear, Allison has watched them before, remember? It’ll be okay.” He gave Lila a reassuring smile before turning back to Allison. “Feel free to sleep wherever, the bed is probably more comfortable than the couch. We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

Grace and the twins came down the stairs and hugged their parents before they left. “Be good for mommy!” Lila shouted as she followed Diego out the door.

Diego ran over to their run down van to open the door for her and give her a hand stepping in. He shut it and walked over to the drivers side and sat down, laughing at the way everything in the old car creaked. “Where to first, my love?”

“Can we go to that new place downtown? I’ve been dying to try it.”

“The sushi place? Hell yea! Let’s do it.”

Diego started the car and sighed when the Baby Shark song started playing. The kids loved it. The two of them? Not so much. Lila slammed her fist down on the radio, cracking the dashboard and startling Diego. The music stopped, and the two of them laughed and celebrated. “Finally! Good job Lila.” Diego yelled and shook his fist. “Ow! That hurt” She said laughing and looking at her husband.

They eventually got to the restaurant and got sat fairly quickly. Diego went to pull her chair out for her to sit down before she slapped his hand. “I know you’re trying to be a gentleman and all, but aren’t we supposed to not have a boring night?”

“God forbid a man try to be nice.” He laughed and rolled his eyes before sitting down.

“Oh, this looks good. Wanna split this roll with me? It’s called a ‘volcano’.”

“Are you kidding? You know spicy food upsets my stomach.

“Don’t be such a baby, Diego!”

“It’s not being a baby, I’d just not like to spend the night in the bathroom.”

Lila laughed at their meaningless bickering and grabbed for his hand.

While they ate they had long talks about their feelings. What they wanted, what they needed, what could be fixed and what couldn’t. It truly helped them, tonight was what they needed. They were able to communicate their feelings and figure out how to fix their issue of being bored.

—

They left the restaurant and headed to the hotel they booked for the night.

“Boy doesn’t this bring back memories?” Lila punched his arm as the receptionist handed him their room key. He scoffed and grabbed both of their bags and headed up to their room. Lila flopped down onto the bed, Diego sitting down next to her and leaning down to kiss her forehead. She sat up and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply, pulling away to look into his eyes.

They needed tonight just as much as they needed each other.

[thequeenofthewinter]

In the Midst of Winter has turned two.

Actually, it's my "writer-versary" in general. I hadn't written anything before this. (I didn't start posting until a few weeks later, but today's the day I started tapping away at those keys.)

730 days. 253,968 words. And well, now we're working on a sequel.

Two years ago, I opened up a Word document, and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Still don't quite know what I am doing if I am honest with myself, but in that time there have been a few things which I have discovered for myself. Idk, I am feeling cute, and I thought maybe I would share some of those thoughts here. There's nothing mind bending or earth shattering here. I'm just a girl with a keyboard who writes fanfiction.

In the time since I started writing, there are a lot of things which I have learned and even more which I will continue to learn in the future. The most important of these things is: you write for yourself and you write to have fun. If you are having fun and if writing makes you happy, that is the only thing which is important. Yes, yes. I know, I know. Comments and kudos are nice. I like them too, but they are not what keeps you going, not truly anyway. It's a love of a story, a love of your craft and what you're doing, and the joy you get from creating. Yes, but Winter, lack of engagement is a writer killer. I hear you, friend. I see you. I am also you. I do not deny that a lack of engagement can definitely feel demotivating. I'd be lying if I didn't say that sometimes I feel a wee bit sad when I see my story just kind of sits there. But it's more than that. The comments, no matter how nice they are, will not keep you going when you have no love of what you're doing and your heart isn't truly in it. (There. I said it.)

We make fanfiction because we love something so much that it moves us to words, and taking the spirit and soul out of it and turning it into a comment machine, won't keep you afloat forever. Nor will it give you quality writing.

Conversely, something else which I learned is that negative comments can go straight into the TRASH where they belong. You cannot please everyone, and there will always be someone who doesn't like your writing. Haters are going to hate, and if they don't like what you're writing, that does not mean anything is wrong with it. All writing is good writing, and there are many different styles. More than that, we improve over time. It's what all the writing blogs say, but it's true. I'd invite you right now to go look at my first posted chapter and then read the last one. There is a difference. If you're new out there, keep writing. Keep creating.

The last thing which I'd like to share is that community makes a huge difference. When I first started writing, it was me, myself, and I, and I know I have said this before, but was scared shitless to post anything at first. I was also (still am at times) a little nervous to interact with others because of what I write. However, I did it anyway, and I am so grateful. I posted my story, and eventually, I did join Tumblr. People found me, and I found people. Don't be afraid to reach out. (Be cautious, as always. This is the Internet, after all.) Find some people whose writing/art you like and reblog it, leave some notes, or comment on it. You'd be surprised about what turns up.

Most people I have interacted with here have been lovely and beautiful human beings and have been nothing but encouraging. They've both keyboard smashed with me in the good times and helped push me along the way when I have been in a rut. They've helped fuel me and supported me and if it weren't for them, who knows where I'd be now.

...And well, if you get a negative response...they weren't really worth talking to to begin with. (If you're looking for someone to talk to, here I am. Hi, I am Winter. It's nice to meet you.)

[echothefandomeater]

A Frustrating Lord

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker X GN!Reader

Genre/Warnings: A little bit of Anakin belittling the reader and being an asshole but except from that its mostly enemies to lovers kind of stuff. Also this is like set in a Regency Era AU

Words: 730

Summary: You were simply enjoying the All Hallows Eve ball before a certain lord had to come in and spoil the night for you but maybe he could make it better

A/N: Okay so I got this idea because I started watching Bridgerton for the first time and I thought it would be a very interesting thing to write about so here we are. Quick little info bit here: Jedi Council members are referred to as Dukes/Duchesses, Jedi Knights as Ladies/Lords and the clones as either Knights or Captains (depending on their position) and padawns are adopted children. Find part 2 here!

The All Hallows Eve ball. A ball you frequently enjoyed every year until tonight.

You had been having fun and were talking to your adopted father Mace Windu until Lord Anakin Skywalker had walked in, he was usually a thorn in your side and a man you tried to avoid but he approached you, you looked to your father to do something but he just walked away with a look that said ‘good luck’. 

“Mx L/N, I haven’t seen you for quite a while”

The smile on your face was tight.

“Well I have unfortunately been busy as of late” he chuckled and raised an eyebrow “what do you do that keeps you so busy?” The comment did not lighten your mood.

“Lord Skywalker, I ,unlike you, do my duties responsibly and on time and I don’t act like a child” the smirk on his face stayed and he didn’t even react, 

instead he only said “you always take my jests seriously don’t you?” You left for the garden and decided to give Anakin no more of your time.

—-----

The garden was empty and the sound of the music from inside carried through outside and mixed with the sounds of the light breeze on the trees. It gave you time to think and calm down from earlier events.

Ever since you were children and Anakin was adopted by the young Lord Kenobi he had been raving about being the chosen one. It did not help that the Duke’s and Duchesses also sang his praises constantly whereas you had always been considered mediocre by most even with Duke Windu as your father. It was also something that prevented you from finding the true happiness you wanted in life, as selfish as it seemed.

The now Duke Kenobi had always seen and complimented your abilities and you would not lie to yourself about how attractive the man was but most could see his infatuation with Duchess Satine. Some others like Lady Secura were fortunate enough to fall for their knights, Captain Bly was one of the many fine men in the army and you knew they deserved the happiness that came with love even if they had to also focus on the current war.

Talking of knights you heard the voice of Captain Knight, Rex. “Excuse me my liege but Lord Skywalker requests to speak to you” the sigh you let out was audible, you had no intent on seeming like you were frustrated with the poor captain but even the thought of speaking to Skywalker right now frustrated you.

“Tell the Lord I have no interest in speaking to him.”

The sounds of footsteps leaving made you relax, thinking the captain had gone back to exactly say what you said but the unmistakable laugh of the Lord made you tense up once again “Don’t say you’re truly upset with me Y/n.”

He stood next to you and you promptly noticed you were both out of sight from the main windows and could easily hit the man right here without any witnesses but you instead held back.

“It’s simply a beautiful night” you huffed at him.

“What is it you want Anakin? No one is here but us and you have had your time with me already” he frowned at your comment.

“Y/n I truly meant no harm earlier, I simply was having fun” you rolled your eyes “fun? Well it does not feel like fun for everyone, you seem to forget not everyone is as talented as you.”

He stepped in front of you and you avoided his eyes. You knew some kind of joke was coming, some kind of comment at your expense but nothing came. He was silent. You looked up at him, he looked amazed. 

You opened your mouth to say something but he kissed you. It was sudden and quick, part of your brain urged you to push him away but the other part of you wanted to kiss him back and you did. It was filled with raw emotion, all the frustration you held for him and all the want and love he had for you.

You both pulled back for air and Anakin laid his forehead against yours. He smiled and you could only look shocked. “You’re a better kisser than I could ever have imagined.”

Maker you wanted to kill him 

[zombolouge]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by the incomparable and enchanting @icescrabblerjerky , and you caught me while I'm already comparing writing stats for other things so this fits in well with that task ;)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 19 baybeee

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 2,319,545. I am. Verbose.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Legend of Zelda, Ace Attorney, Mystic Messenger, and then I wrote the novelization of the song 6969 by Ninja Sex Party and a Caduceus character study for CR.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Indefensible (Ace Attorney) has 1,234 (HA!)

As Bright as the Stars (Mystic Messenger) has 1111 (ALSO HA)

Tearing Down the Heavens (Dragon Age: Inquisition) has 730

Hundred Years in the Making (LoZ: Breath of the Wild) has 627

We Are Ferelden (Dragon Age: Origins) has 271

Genuinely really surprised none of the Mass Effect fics are in this category, I'm so proud of those XD

5. Do you respond to comments? Absolutely always, whenever possible. lol I will also ramble at anyone that asks me questions.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably The Traveler, which I warn you from the very start has a sad ending. It's Dragon Age fic retelling the stories Solas tells of his time dreaming in the Fade, with the trappings of a Doctor Who theme in which he travels through the fade with a series of companions.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhhhhhh I think probably We Are Ferelden comes closes to a happy ending? Eventually I will give my DA series an actual happy ending though. Most of them end either bittersweet in some way or as a sort of non-ending ending because I know the story continues.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've gotten a wee bit of hate on the Zelda fic, Hundred Years in the Making, but it was fairly mild. I don't really respond to it much though because it's hard for a stranger to say something that will actually hurt my fee fees XD

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh yeah, sure. Most my fics contain smut of some kind. I don't really write smut without plot, though, it's gotta be a natural part of the narrative or I just lose interest.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have not. I just haven't thought of one that caught my attention enough to want to write it down.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of. I have had some lines and suggestions used, but usually that's with credit. lol now I HAVE had jokes and things I've said stolen but that's a bit different.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope! I'd prob be open to it but I'd deffo want credited as the OG author.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! I think it's been orphaned now though lol

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? I CAN'T CHOOSE THIS. But prob Shakarian.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I will finish all my WIPs, how dare you doubt me. (The Traveler would have been my choice for this but I FINISHED IT NOW MOTHERFUCKER)

16. What are your writing strengths? Words....go many. Big words. lmao honestly I don't ever really know. I think I'm good at characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Brevity.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I do it sometimes, but usually make an author's note that it's done with shitty translation software so it will not be Authentic. (if I were putting it in a novel I'd prob pay to have someone look it over, but fic is free and thus my resources put into it are limited lol)

19. First fandom you wrote for? I'm gonna assume the AU crossover I wrote for Pokemon/Dragonriders of Pern/Zelda/Narnia when I was 9 does not count. lol it was Dragon Age tho

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? My Mass Effect series, I think. I love different things about all my fics, usually because I was doing different things in all of them, but A Name for the Stars trilogy is something that I'm most proud of. Almost every scene in that serves a plot purpose and I wove a LOT of different things together to create one cohesive thing, and I think if you can get through all of it, it has the biggest bang for the buck. Also I burned that realllll slow XD

I will tag @jusbeinkt and @kesla and @literarypeachtea and @tinkeringteacup (do it if you feel like it, no pressure here frens lol)

[pbandjesse]

I just got home from hanging out with Jule. It was such a nice time and a really nice way to end the day. I am tired, today was long. But it was a really nice day and I feel pretty happy inside.

I slept later then planned. Waking up at 830. I meant to wake up at 730. Oops. I only really woke up because Alexi called me to ask me a question. I felt so bad! We had just been up late having fun and talking and being silly. After I finished my post last night I was just having to much fun being with my husband. Laughing and joking and being in love! Which lead to me oversleeping.

But it was fine. I got up and apologized to Alexi. I was a little frazzled and would leave without checking on sweetp, for the first time. Which was the worst time to do so because when James got home at 5 they discovered Sweetp had been in the basement the entire day!!! He's fine but I felt so bad!! We need to put a second litter box down there just in case this happens again. He thankfully didn't pee on anything but I wouldn't have blamed him if that did happen. 8 hours!

I didn't know that he was trapped though and left for work.

I had a very easy drive in. And got to camp at 930. But while there was no traffic that does not mean I did not have issues. I had tried to eat my egg sandwich while driving and it exploded and yoke went all down to cleavage. Like really everywhere. It was horrible. I had to pull over on the side of the highway and use napkins and water to clean myself up. And I thankfully did a good job and was fine. I barely got it on my clothes, mostly just on my skin. It felt gross but I was able to get cleaned up and was only a little upset about it.

When I got to camp I jumped right into my computer work. I didn't want to lose motivation.

I had schedule updates and lessons and printing and printing and printing. I would print and organize all of the programs and lessons and schedules. I could binder clip them with labels so when they get copied next week it will be easier to figure out. And instead of printing from the computers we can just make copies. So whoever is tasked with that won't have to use a laptop which is always a problem. Problem hopefully solved.

All this printing and organizing and stuff took a few hours. I would stop for lunch. And during lunch I purchased a new lash perm kit so I can have nice lashes for camp and not feel self conscious. I don't wear eye liner during camp but I like mascara but also if I just have nice lashes I will feel prettier. I would also find a new eye cream. I would text with James and checked in with Jule. We were still on for dinner.

I had more tasks for the afternoon. Creating binders for each specialty program. I would design little covers and made sure each binder has a schedule and all the lessons and other information for each group. I really hope that these can be helpful for them. Especially because half of them won't be here next week. Which is tough but we'll make it work. I'm excited to work with them. And officially I am specialty senior staff and I'm super excited about it.

I would have some meeting with Alexi and Heather. And would send some emails. I was put in charge of sending a form for people to write how they want their name tags to appear. The form was two questions "what would you like your name tags to say (Ms, Mr, Mx, coach, your majesty, your honor, pronouns optional)" and "would you like your job title on your name tag?" This was mainly because not everyone knows their jobs yet and also some people will move around so it's not a fixed answer. I was excited to see by the time I was finishing for the day we had 13 responses and it was really interesting to see what people wanted to be referred to as! It was nice.

I spent the last half hour taking a quiz for camp. I had to answer a question they make us answer every year that I disagree with so much. "True or false. It's okay for kids to be bored." And they say it's false!! They say that kids should be involved and active every hour and every minute. That's the langue they use. I think that's insane and also not developmentally appropriate! Kids need to be okay with being bored. With solving being bored without us entertaining them!! It makes me crazy that that's what they are saying when it's not true. I also just think they are being honest. That they know there are situations where boredom will happen but they are not being honest about that. This is why I hate true and false because there is so much nuance so I have to answer based on what they want rather then what it actually true.

I still passed the test though so it's fine.

I would head out at 4 but I decided I would waste time so I could go directly to dinner with Jule.

I would go to goodwill first. Where I found a very fluffy wearable blanket. I had a nice little conversation with the cashier. And then I tried to go to Aldi but the GPS took me to one that isn't open yet?? So instead I went to Lidil. Where I got a chocolate pastry and some sauces to keep at camp. To replace last year's specialty ketchup. Now we have a new ketchup and also boom boom sauce. Amazing.

I made one more stop at Target to use their bathroom and buy a body oil I was i influenced to buy. I hope it makes my skin feel nice.

I would go to Hamden to meet Jule. And it was such a nice time!

I got a parking space pretty quick. And got a little turned around because it turned out this place's front door is in the alley. But it ended up being so cool! Jule was really nice. And wicked smart.

We ordered our food. I got a tofu bun that was so good?? Would have again. I also got a Thai tea. And we sat and talked.

She works with the UN. And I loved hearing all about how her job works. She helps with policy for humanitarian work. Just completely outside my realm of knowledge and that was awesome. I love learning a lot different worlds. And she was just so nice to talk to. We would hang out for two hours and we got so much covered in that time. It was so fun.

After we finished eating we would walk around Hamden. We came across a little craft market. Where I got business cards and made connections to invite people to apply at the farmers market. One stained glass maker specifically, I hope she comes because her work was so nice.

We would continue our walk. We went around the park. Talked about skateboarding and our families. Eventually she said she would like ice cream so we went to the charmery.

She got Lady Grey, which is a tea flavor, and I got the lemon stick, which was a lemon with peppermint. It was so light and nice. We got there before the crowd. We sat on the bench inside and talked and people watched and it was really nice.

I really hope we find time to hang out again. She said we should go hiking sometime. I am excited to have a new friend.

I shook her hand at the end because I thought it was funny. But we had a goodbye hug and went on our way.

I had to walk a few blocks to my car. But it was a nice walk. And I was very happy.

I went home and was so happy to see my James and Sweetp. Omelet was swimming around and looking so good. I'm thrilled that adding two new friends has made him so so good.

James had brought in my package which was my new orange platform Crocs. I'm really excited for them. I love an ugly shoe so much.

Me and James sat in the kitchen and talked. But eventually I came up here to take a shower and start winding down for the evening.

Now James is here and I'm ready to get in bed. Today was a really good day.

Tomorrow is going to be very busy. With market and museum. But that's fine. I'm looking forward to a good day.

I hope you all have a good day too. Sleep well. I love you all. Until next time.

[mycupofrum]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks so much for the tag gracelesslady23!! ♡

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28 (14 in English and 14 in Finnish)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

106,723

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for the Harry Potter fandom, though I did write one Star Wars fic (dipped my toes into Obikin). I’ll post it in English some day.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

These are all Prongsfoot.

Bathe with me (4k, Explicit)

What are best friends for (2k, Explicit)

A lesson in love (6k, Mature)

First day of work (730, Mature/Explicit)

One of these days (388, Gen)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely!! If someone has taken the time to leave a comment I will happily respond.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t know if I have any angsty endings in my fics but probably By my side is one of the angstiest stories I’ve posted on AO3. Just your average Midsummer fic with some necromancy and raising someone from the dead.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They all have happy endings, but probably A lesson in love, which has a feel good ending, or Specialised in you where they get to a happy ending through some initial angst and drama. Feels even happier then, doesn’t it?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

None so far. Fingers crossed it stays that way. Nobody should have to deal with it.

9. Do you write smut?

Yesss. Whatever they end up doing, there’s usually an emotional connection there because that’s how I prefer to write intimate scenes. But ngl, half the time I'm pushing myself to get the words out because I still think "oh no, is this really awkward" but then I remember the post I saw here on Tumblr where an actual published novel had the cringiest smut I've ever seen, and I'm fine again. We've all got this!

10. Do you write crossovers?

No.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I translate my own fics.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Years ago I wrote a few HP crack fics together with others.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

James/Sirius. (To quote Snape: Always. 💀) Almost from the start. Sometime before the fifth book came out I was completely into Prongsfoot. Not counting years.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I don’t post anything until I finish it first, so I have no hanging WIPs on AO3. But I have plenty in my WIP folder. I like to remain hopeful that I’ll end up writing them eventually. Not going to stress about anything.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I can come up with some nice plot ideas, funny and tense scenarios and good banter between J and S.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My ability to finish fics and focus on one fic at a time has felt difficult lately. I don’t know why I seem to run out of steam when I have the last third left. Also descriptions are hard for me, partly because while I love how they set the mood and make the text more vivid, I’m always eager to just write what the characters are doing and saying to each other. Descriptions in English are especially hard because it’s my second language and I’m always guessing if what I write has the right nuance and tone etc.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Sure, why not if it fits the story. I added a very minimal amount of French flavour to Fashion and hoped that no one would get too pissed off about it (mostly because of my poor attempt to write French English accent, not the actual French in there).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. The first fic I ever posted as a teenager was a humour fic where Harry and his friends time travelled into the past and for some reason all the guys had to take part in a beauty competition (Mr Hogsmeade ’76) hahaha. This fic does not exist anywhere online anymore.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Specialised in you is dear to me because it was not supposed to become at all what it is but James Potter took over the plot and I was a mere scribe at that point. Also I have a 20k Prongsfoot fic in Finnish that I haven’t translated into English yet but it’s the apple of my eye. I did a lot of research and put so much time and effort and all my Prongsfoot feels into it. It’s loosely inspired by the film Velvet Goldmine i.e. glam rock, glitter and S pining for J.

Tagging @fiendishfyre @siriuslystarbucks @solitaire-sol @adiha @prongsfootloves

No pressure. <3