#as long as she doesn't milkshake duck

[msviolacea]

@memendoemori

Nora Roberts constantly has my ass in a chokehold because 1) she writes VERY well, like high-class stuff, that I think is primarily overlooked due to her writing genre/romance; 2) has developed a really neat three-book formula for her romance stuff specifically that is a formula that works VERY well and is comfortable enough that you can jump in whenever; and 3) she writes like a billion books a year so I can always pick one up. Her In Death stuff is some of my favorite.

YES. ALL OF THIS.

If you asked me what professional writer I want to be, my answer will always be Nora Roberts, and has been since the early 90s. She is everything I aspire to be, in both her plain-romance form and her near-future-police-procedural J.D. Robb form. She writes the kinds of relationships I want to write/fantasize about, she builds the kinds of worlds I love most - the kind that have just enough detail and feeling behind them that I want to live in them, but not so much that it distracts from the central relationships - and she's never been afraid to keep doing the thing that works for her and her readers, even as she tweaks it from time to time to keep herself and everyone else engaged.

Someday I'm going to do the blog/podcast/YT channel/whatever the fuck analyzing her books and what I learn from them as a writer and enjoyer of romance, if I can ever get my own neurodivergent ass to Do The Things.

[another-lost-mc]

can we get little. fun facts. about the OCs? like silly or weird things they do and stuff :3

This got a little long since they're all here.

Azra:

He has beautiful penmanship and still writes and speaks in Scripture from time to time (sometimes to annoy Zee, sometimes to insult Lucifer, sometimes when he feels nostalgic)

He likes riding his motorcycle more than driving because it reminds him of what it felt like to fly

Zee:

His favourite thing about visiting the human world is getting fast food milkshakes (usually strawberry)

He plays the violin and keeps one in his office at The Fall so he can play when he gets bored or stressed

Karasu:

Mammon and Asmo have tried to convince him to try modeling in the past, but he refused

He listens to ASMR videos when he works or has trouble sleeping

Tenebris:

He loves animals but he’s never had a pet before (he would love a cat one day)

He’s ambidextrous but still prefers using his right hand for writing and casting spells

Diavolo’s private beach is one of his favourite vacation spots

Belial:

He has a belly button piercing (from his time as an angel)

He doesn’t drink Demonus but he loves mixing and creating his own mocktails inspired by the human world (he usually makes his own drinks behind the bar at The Fall while Zee glares at him from across the room because he's not allowed to do that)

He loves cars in general but he doesn’t like to drive very much. He prefers to fly or to ride his horses (he rides his chariot when he feels especially dramatic)

He owns several properties in the human world and goes on vacation there when he needs time to himself

Bathin:

When his parents and brother are invited to grown-up parties or dinners, he takes it very personally that he wasn't invited too. He's very good at sneaking past his babysitters and breaking into whatever upscale restaurant or private estate the party's being hosted at

Meta:

He's a published author (using different pseudonyms) for various genres including poetry, fiction, and romance/erotica

He taught himself how to swim and spends a lot of his free time swimming in one of the Celestial Realm's great lakes, usually in the morning if he didn't sleep well the night before

He started reading manga and follows Levi’s blog for reviews and recommendations

Seraphiel:

He’s fond of colouring books and puzzles

He knows how to drive in the human world. He tried to teach Meta how to drive when Meta asked (never again)

Gabriel:

He prefers wearing dark clothing and silver-toned jewelry. He doesn't wear black often in the Celestial Realm but its one of his favourite colours to wear when he has business to run in the human world

He’s one of the angels with the most varied reputations depending who you ask: “He’s scary” “He’s hilarious” “He’s so romantic” (that last one is usually Michael gushing over something Gabriel is planning as a surprise for Uriel)

Uriel:

He doesn’t play sports or gamble because he’s a bit of a sore loser

He wants to learn how to ride a motorcycle

He's a bit shy when it comes to PDA, except if he's had a bit too much to drink (or if he has some irrational feelings of jealousy/possessiveness)

Habuhiah:

She doesn’t have any pets but she talks to the plants and flowers in the Celestial gardens

She curses a lot when she’s angry or frustrated. Not drastically so, but angels that don't spend much time with her would be surprised. Like, there might be the metallic clink of a fork dropping to the ground during dinner, followed by a hushed, "Damn it!" as she ducks under the table to pick it up

[christinesficrecs]

Any smitten Stiles fic recs? I just love when Stiles is completely gone on Derek and I’m craving some good ones.

Sure! Here are a few. ❤️

Operation: Chick Flick by Inell | 7.3K

Stiles knows agreeing to be Derek’s fake date for Cora’s wedding is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but it’s a little difficult to say no to the man he’s been in love with for seven years.

I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by yodasyoyo | 16K

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her groceries."

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

Reason For Call by 74days | 58.9K | Explicit

Stiles has been working in his call-centre booth for nearly 5 years when he first hears the voice of the new IT guy. Surely anyone who sounds like that has got to be H.O.T Stiles takes it upon himself to get to know him better. The only problem is, he's got no idea what he looks like...

Stay in Your Lane by mikkimouse | 5.3K

Stiles works at a bowling alley and has a crush on Derek Hale, a frequent customer. He deals with this in the most mature way possible: by giving Derek dumb nicknames for every game he plays.

Pick Me Up by Omni | 4.7K

Growing more and more confident as he grew older, Stiles started the ridiculous pick-up lines and joke-flirting with Derek back when he was still in college. After college, it just got worse. Not that Derek minds. Sometimes Derek will play along, because Stiles is funny, and those bad pun innuendo pick-up lines are ridiculously hilarious, and he likes it when Stiles tosses his head back and laughs like that. He loves it when he’s able to catch Stiles off guard with his own brand of humor, loves the way his eyes light up as he smiles at Derek. Pretty much, he’s just kind of hopelessly gone on Stiles, but doesn’t fully realize it.

Then one day…he does.

Coming Home by sheafrotherdon | 9.9K | Explicit

When Stiles comes home from college for Thanksgiving break, the last thing he expects to develop is a sudden, overwhelming attraction to Derek Hale.

Where to Search for Snow by suburbanmotel | 8.9K | Mature

Stiles and his Gigantic Repressed Feelings accidentally affect the weather. A lot. Like. A lot.

A Blossoming Romance by Trelkez | 7.5K

Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever.

You've Got Notes by the_gramophone | 14.8K | Mature

Stiles Stilinski has wanted star basketball player Derek Hale forever, but what are the odds of that ever happening? A love story of letters, prom, and the healing power of milkshakes.

Smooth Like Your Face by Cobrilee | 2.5K

Derek is so used to Stiles hitting on him with horribly cheesy pick-up lines, he doesn't realize that maybe Stiles means them. Luckily, Boyd does.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 13.3K | Explicit

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Binomial Coefficients by DevilDoll | 20.7K

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

Breaking Bad Habits by Inell | 3.7K

Stiles has a bad habit of falling for unattainable higher beings that would never so much as look at a mere mortal like him. The latest focus of his unrequited affection is his personal trainer, Derek Hale, who is a Greek God come to life.

Go For The Gold (And A Few Other Things) by SpiritsFlame | 14.7K | Mature

Stiles came to the Olympics with one goal- get a gold medal. By Opening Ceremonies, he has two goals. Win a gold medal, and sleep with Derek Hale. Unfortunately for him, those two goals are equally difficult.

[draculagerard]

Hi! So once you said you wanted someone to listen to Hesitant Alien for the first time and tell you their thoughts and since I'd never listened to it yet...

So I had a 40-something minutes walk to get to the shop that sells the cheap-ish oxidizer and bleaching powder I want to try and okay, that'd do it.

I put khol on and rangers and I very much feel like listening to Gerard Arthur Way so I go and prepare to take mental notes for you.

I'm expecting it to change the chemistry of my brain and it doesn't ; it's good but it doesn't break a duck's three legs if you'll pardon my French. I realize my mistake, cause I know lyrics are real important to me and it's not that the lyrics are lacking but Gerard Darling Way, I understand one word per line maybe so I like the rhythm and walking to it but it's not transcendental yet. So I go to read the lyrics but it's starting to rain and my phone screen dislikes this and nearly closes every single app.

"Brother" comes up and it's a fucking delight because I can hear the lyrics properly and it's raining in the city and aaaah yes this is good good and okay I get it more and more. A hell of a song my favorite of the album for now, yes, because I can make up the words and hear them in my bones. Next song, I don't get the lyrics, another one... Now I'm a bit frustrated you know I've been walking with feelings and I didn't eat and my mouth is dry and I remember there's a place that sells milkshakes on the road I want to try. I stop there and the woman behind the counter looks at me like I did something weird. At this point I pause the music and ask if there's a minimum to pay by card. She seems so surprised I'm here. I'm awkward, okay? It's very, very rare service workers being more awkward than me. I order and try to pay. Machine doesn't work. She tries to explain. Something with the internet. She's so, so, so sorry. She says she'll make a call - I don't have cash at all. I'm like, am I gonna wait for someone to come and fix the internet before getting the milkshake? My mouth is still dry but it's far too awkward to ask for a glass of water. She's calling someone who doesn't pick up, looking at me like a deer caught between headlights and i go, "Okay you make the milkshake and I'll find a bank to come back with cash", she looks at me like I offered her one of my kidneys and asks if I'm sure, if that's not too much of a bother, I go and find a bank. They don't have 10€ bills so a 20 it is and I come back, it's been like eight minutes and when I try to pay she realizes the register is like. Empty. She checks her own purse. She's looking at me with a tint of despair, asking if I have anything else, even just 2€ and the most I come up with is like. 15 cents. The milkshake is between us. She asks if I live around here. I don't. I offer to come back after I do my shopping and break the bill. She says no, it's her fault, take the 15 cents and gives me the milkshake. I'm being brief here, but the exchange was excruciatingly long and filled with silences. I feel lighter when I step out of the shop. So I keep walking, turn the music back on and kind of drown in it. The rain is getting heavier and I listen to Maya the Psychic thrice to finish the walk. Not enough to catch all the lyrics but nice.

When I get back to the milkshake place I'm soaked to the bone and still have some walking ahead of me. I'm listening to the album again on the way back and Brother just played and I'm thinking to put it on again because it makes the rain seeping through everything not only bearable but cathartic.

The woman's face lights up when I come in and she profusely thanks me while refusing my money, saying I can give 1€ if I really want, because I came back and that's nice in itself, I'm kinda cold and my fingers are a bit too damp to roll a cigarette so I say if she wants to thank me she can offer me coffee. There's a beat of silence and I have to clear up that I am not hitting on her at her workplace and am in fact ordering a 1€ espresso while handing her the 4€ I finally digged up from my purse. She takes a second to start moving and I think Oh god does the espresso machine not work either?

It works, and when the coffee runs she accepts only 2€ and I dry my fingers on the inside of my shirt enough to roll a cigarette.

When I get back in the street it's still pouring and turning Gerard back on I ponder becoming a regular because she was really nice though very awkward and decide against it remembering this was the single worst milkshake I ever had the displeasure to taste in my life.

The coffee was decent though.

But I'm not walking 20 minutes to have a decent coffee.

So. Thoughts on the album are "I gotta listen to it again with the lyrics written somewhere", sounded good but not obsessed with it yet. Don't think I'll ever listen to it without remembering this encounter and too sweet ice cream and the scent of rain and cars.

Michael, brother of Castiel

HEY MICHAEL!! AND OMG HESITANT ALIEN 1ST TIME REACTIONS.....

why is it that everyone ends up having the strangest experience during their first hesitant alien listen.... bonus points for the rain.. also fair fair it's not the craziest album without the lyrics but also you need to see the lyrics fr. AND BROTHER.... god listening to it for the first time while you can hear the drums of the city rain...? bro

[slashingdisneypasta]

Gotham Villains x Hotel Owner!Reader || Headcanons

Explanation / Topic: You run one of the cities dingy hotels except this one, in all of its glory, is only ever visited by bad guys. Your hotel is well known as the place rogues hide away in when they're planning or they're just out of action for a while because you refuse to give up information to the police no matter what (Its proprietor-client confidentiality! Ha ha) and you're treat them fairly (Although- on the kinder side of course)

These are the many ways they show their gratitude, no matter how small.

Character involved: Most, if not all, of Fox Gotham's rogues. Except Ra's Al Ghul because he bores me. Nevertheless, not just the Legion Horrible's like the picture might lead you to believe- that's just the picture with the most villains that I could think of.

Warnings: Probably too much fluff. I'll make a sequel to this with the less-then-pretty, nitty grotty details of this hotel too probably XD

Barbara likes to invest every now and then, "Just making sure my affairs are in order baby- gotta make sure my hidey hole's still there when I need it." but she always adds a little something for you to buy yourself 'something pretty' (Since your style is SO plain, according to her but then again who isn't plain compared to her XD). This little something is always upwards of a hundred dollars. She's such a sugar mommy you cant convince me that she isn't-

Butch (Or Cyrus Gold, or Grundy. he has too many names) has made it clear that if you ever need help, you can always call him and he'll be there. Very gangsta about it. He's such a big, tough guy but such a softy on the inside XD When he had Grundy brain, he still had some kind of tracker in his mind like dogs do that took him 'home' (To your hotel), dragging Ed along with him. He gave you a big, bone crushing hug when he got there.

Dr Strange is not allowed in as he'll steal your guests and experiment on them.

You don't know Ecco too well yet and vice versa but when she turned up with Jeremiah and Jervis- you definitely appreciated her presence more then that of Jeremiah's. You were still sore over Jerome and didn't trust this new brother. Still, you complimented the bullet in Ecco's skull, saying it was pretty cool, and now she loves you XD When she's in the neighbourhood she occasionally likes to pop in and say hello; Spread a little chaos, you know the deal.

Honestly you probably new Bridgit long before Strange forcing upon her the heat resistance thing and her becoming Firefly. She of course didn't remember you but soon *warmed* up to you after you gave her one of the few rooms with a fireplace and easily forgave her when she accidentally set the couch in her room on fire (I mean its for sure not the worst thing that has happened within these walls- no worries). She has been known to go around lighting the fireplaces for you under the pretence of having fun (Which is true) but also so that you can worry about one less thing. Firefly is also one to come chat with you if she's bored.

Fish Mooney obviously doesn't stay with you very often at all, because this lady can find better dwellings (As, no offense but your hotel is kiiiiinda dingy. What can you do about it, though? You house rogues and a lot of them don't have a lotta money) but she still absolutely appreciates what you do. She'll send bad guys that she does business with that have deeper pockets then your usual client, your way. She's also kind to you, which to me is even better honestly haha XD

Headhunter stays with you a lot when he's on business and often reminds you that you get a discount from him if you require his services. Hey, you keep him in milkshakes! He's gotta repay you somehow.

Okay, the twins. You knew Jerome first and got off to a bad start with Jeremiah due to that. Still, we aren't talking about relationships; We're talking about nice things. So moving on. Just assume that you warm up to the brainier twin.

These two are hard XD Cuz their 'good' and 'bad' sides kinda blur together as they're so unpredictable and don't really care about anyone.

Still, I can see Jerome being pretty light with you and valuing the fact that you can keep up with his banter- so he keeps you alive. You're basically his mother actually, despite the possible lack of age difference. Like, he wants to show you stuff he does and tell you about chaos he's created.

And Jeremiah honestly appreciates that you'll listen to his long speeches (You've gotten pretty good at just sitting and nodding your head and you've perfected the art of the well placed understanding noises like 'Hmm' and 'Ah!' and 'Oh dear' in your line of work)- so obviously, you're invaluable to him. Must keep you around. I mean, Ecco listens, but does she really understand? That is the question.

When he's around, Jervis is very polite and gracious. He'll duck into the kitchens after dinner and start helping you with the dishes and clear dining tables, he'll ask you how you are and mean it (Like, he'll stand there and discuss it with you), he'll try to keep Jerome from barging into your room in the early hours of the morning, etc. Just nice things like that ^^

Magpie tries not to steal from you... Haha XD Like, she'll pick up a pretty clock off a mantle piece and then go to leave with it... then realise that this is yours and go 'Oops!!' and put it back, giggling nervously.

... When she leaves you still find various items from other places in the hotel, in her room, but still. The fact that she tries is enough!

Mr Freeze is a pleasure to have around, of course!! He's quiet, he nods to you when he passes, and he's there to freeze assholes that harass you (And then take them outside so they don't melt all over your carpet). A respectful dude. He has frozen Jerome multiple times... particularly when Jervis has been unsuccessful in persuading him not to wake you up at 3 in the morning.

Ivy gets so happy whenever she sees you. Lots of hugs and telling you all about how she's been. Her energy is enough to cheer you up, and on your birthdays she always brings you a new plant that has meaning to her. Like, a sunflower for how kind you are, a Ficus for abundance, etc. Always in a pot of course, never dead. So of course, you have to take care of them but its a small price to pay for the sweetness ^^ And the not being murdered thing.

Like Mooney and Barbara, Oswald doesn't stay often due to having that mansion from his father but he remembers your kindness from when he would fall on hard times before that (And after the fact, too of course) and whenever he's making some kind of mafia deal he always ensures your and your hotels safety in the contract.

Pyg / Lazlo (I cant decide which name I like best XD) is just very polite, like Jervis. Gentlemen. Also his impressions- God. Have fun with that. He might just do your favourite Looney Tune character if he's in a good mood.

With Ed... look, if you even try with his riddles without being prompted, he'll do anything for you. It's well documented. I'm not sur about nice deeds, cuz Riddler's kind of a dick, but he'll for sure send you a birthday card every year! Christmas probably too ^^

Scarecrow: I will not spray you today. You: Gee thanks. // No but seriously, he's quiet about his gratitude but he is definitely once of the good ones ^^ Would absolutely take it upon himself to come save your ass if you got abducted.

Tabitha... well, you know how Headhunter will you get a discount if you want someone killed? Tabitha will do it for fucking free.

Hey, if you feed Victor (Zsasz), you have a friend for life. He will bring pizza and just hang out together. He is also willing to murder someone for you.

[invisibleraven]

I am probably way too late but I wish you would write a fic where...its turns into a weird game amongst the band, who can fluster the other first by being flirty. . .a fun game everyone enjoys until real feelings start to get involved. Any pairing/group.

Bleh I am sooooooo sorry this is so late, work has been hell. I slightly skewed from your prompt, I hope you don't mind!

If you ask any one of Sunset Curve's fans, they will tell you that Reggie is a consummate flirt. Every member of the front row of their gigs, regardless of gender can be the recipient of a wink, a crooked grin, or a blown kiss from him. After the show he can be seen chatting up any number of fans, signing shirts, accepting numbers.

But he never goes home with any of them. Not that he could anyway, he just doesn't operate that way. He has to feel something for someone before he could ever even think about them in that way.

Reggie knows that maybe he's a bit of a tease, but flirting is fun, without the chance of getting his heart broken. Plus it's always fun to see exactly how far he has to push to fluster someone.

So when they're playing a show at Eats & Beats, it doesn't take long for Reggie to spot the girl he wants to fluster that evening. She's sitting at the bar, tall pink drink in her hands, but she's singing along to every word of their music. Foot tapping against the bars of her stool, but not on the floor bouncing along with the rest of the crowd. He's immediately intrigued.

Plus, she's like super cute. Long, dark curly hair that flows like a waterfall, soft looking brown skin, and a hint of a smile that Reggie itches to make bloom. She doesn't seem to being focusing on any member of the band, but when he catches her eye, Reggie can't help but wink at her, delighting when she ducks her head, a faint blush highlighting her cheeks.

Once the set ends, their instruments stashed, Alex heads for the table where Willie is waiting, Luke goes with Bobby to discuss booking another gig. And Reggie heads straight for the captivating girl at the bar.

He finds her, finishing off her drink, and he takes the shot. "Hey gorgeous, can I buy you another?"

The girl looks at him, almost surprised to find him there, leaning against the bar offering to buy her a new drink. Her gaze is appraising, and a slow smile breaks her face, making Reggie grin even wider at the small gap in her teeth, the warm brown of her eyes. "I dunno, can you?" she retorts, making a small snort of laughter escape Reggie's throat.

He waves down the bartender, ordering a hard cider for himself, and "Whatever the lovely lady next to me wants."

"And what if I want the top shelf stuff? Can you afford that rock star?" she asks, but her grin betrays her. Reggie flashes his credit card, reiterating that she can order whatever she wants. She looks impressed, then surprises him by telling the bartender to get her another Pink Squirrel. "What, it's like a boozy milkshake!"

"I mean, there is nothing wrong with that," Reggie replies, inching closer, pushing his sweaty hair back off his forehead. "So, did you like the show? I saw you singing along."

"Eh, it was alright," she replies, giggling madly when he has an affronted look. "Yeah, it was amazing and you know it! I'm a big fan actually. So I already know how this works."

"H-how what works?" Reggie asks, nodding his thanks at the bartender, opening his drink and taking a swig.

She takes a sip, long and loud, finally looking at him through devastating long and sooty lashes. "I've seen you at other shows. Seen you pick up girls and guys alike, but you never follow through. So am I the next conquest?"

Reggie's face screwed up at that. "I... do not like that concept. It's never a conquest. It's just a bit of fun, flirting. None of them really expect anything from me. Plus I get to meet some fun people, make them feel good. What's the harm in that?"

She paused at that. "Nothing I suppose. I guess I'm more for flirting to lead somewhere. Getting to know one another, you know?"

"You're right of course, that's what most people do. I guess I don't want to disappoint anyone, when the flirty rock star turns out to be a giant nerd who likes country music, math, and puppy videos," Reggie replied, fiddling with the hem of his flannel.

"Well see, I like all of those things, and I am much more into nerds than musicians," the girl replied, taking another long sip of her drink. "So how about this, you hit me with your best line, and if it works, you can have my number, no obligation to ever call. But if it doesn't... you give me yours, and see how long we go with disappointment."

Reggie nearly choked on the sip of his drink that he had taken as she spoke, coughing violently, finally righting himself. "Y-you're not like most girls are you?"

She shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Hit me with your line and maybe you'll find out. Hit me with your best shot."

"Oh, Pat Benatar, you know the way to my heart," Reggie said, then sucked in a breath, turning on the charm. Leaning in, close enough that he could see the different facets of colour in her eyes. Close enough that she gasped slightly, but didn't back up. "I saw you singing before, looking so happy. I'd love to give you a private show later, see how well we play together, and what notes I can make you hit."

Despite the little giggle she let out, Reggie was delighted to note how flushed her face became. "Oh, that was terrible. But fair is fair, you can have my number." she scrambled for a napkin, writing down a string of numbers. "Thanks for the laugh. It was fun. I'm kind of sorry we won't get to do it again."

With that she got up from her stool, heading towards the door. But Reggie snatched up the napkin, looking at her retreat, and he had to yell and ask. "Wait, what's your name?"

"It's Julie!" she called back, giving a flirty little wave before she walked out.

"Julie..." Reggie breathed out, and entered the number into his phone, her name ending with a heart. He was sure if he wanted to, he could find any other number of fans to flirt with that night, but somehow, this one was different.

Instead he headed home after checking in with the guys, staring at the ten little digits, and took a chance, sending a message.

Reggie: Hey, it's Reggie, the flirt from the bar? Would you like to not be disappointed by each other over coffee maybe?

Julie💜: Took you long enough. Tomorrow at two at Jitters on Grove & Elm?

Reggie: It's a date

[zu-is-here]

Hey Zu! Your comic looks amazing! Soooo colourful!!! So cooool!

How's the moving gone/going

Hi Gayfish! Awww thank you a lot!ヾ(≧∪≦*)ノ〃

It's a home stretch heheh ☆ Finally the Internet issue has been resolved so I'm ready to work from there! 〆(・∀・) Guess Koshka also feels the upcoming move, she's been restless lately (ówò) But today's a day off so I plan to devote more time to drawing while she's sleeping ♪

How was yesterday? How's your day going? ♡

UPD:

Your artwork with Luna and Celest is amazing! (*'▽'*) They're so cool and adorable at the same time <3 Such a nice pride drawing, you did great! ☆

Heheh hope so <3 Oh it's not a secret, I'm still struggling with Ccino's designs reference, almost two weeks later XD Gotta post today—

A carnival! *0* What's celebrated?? Not dumb at all <3 We rarely have carnivals in the literal sense of this word, more mass festivities and concerts ٩( ᐛ )و

Ohhh I can imagine these rides, hardly durable yet working steadily for oh so many years at the same time :D They have a certain charm <3 Poor your legs tho! (ó3ò) Was it fun at least? As for me, I prefer quieter but equally impressive ride like the Ferris wheel, though riding Bumper cars with friends is hilarious XD

True, even ice cream doesn't help in such weather (x3x) So it's better to save yourself with cold drinks indeed! What did you take? I usually take water but if there's a chance to drink some kind of lemonade like Dyushes or Tarragon, it's even better *^*

Oh my god— Where's it now? (°▽°) Same here tho! I open the window wide open but it doesn't help either cause the sun's shining right on me and there's no wind at alll _(:3 」∠)_ Luckily, there's no uninvited insects, though I remember how a palm-sized beetle flew inside last summer, that's when I was ready to move out. XD

Almost done! (*⁰▿⁰*) Congrats!! You two are doing such a hard work, it's gonna be awwwsome ☆ And good luck to you too too with drawing! Take your time╰(*´︶`*)╯

I haven't tried Terry's chocolate (seems like we don't have it here ;3;) but I have it in the list of things I'd love to try once I'm in UK! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆ Green apple is a classic <3

Oh I've been great! I've save loads of drafts with others works I haven't had time to read and reblog yet (since Fluffynightkiller week, could you imagine!) so I'll slowly sort them out ♪( ´▽｀) What about you? Again, thank you so much for always checking me! ♡

You already have the prompts for the next year?? \(//∇//)\ Wowie— I'm too excited to wait for so long! XD When are you planning to post them btw? I mean, how many weeks will we have? *^*

Hook-a-duck? Nooo what's this game about?? (・∀・) I don't remember winning a carnival games either xp What about you? (ﾟ∀ﾟ) Ohhh a parade must be spectacular! ☆

Awww I'm so happy you had a fun time! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♡ Bumper car ride is a fenced space with a large number of "cars" on which you can drive and crash into other drivers, thereby pushing them and yourself xd

Frostino looks so sweet! *^* We call them just milkshakes xp Dyushes is a popular pear soda, slightly astringent and sweet <3

Phew! The spider tho,,, (；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ') For real XD

It'd be an honor and pleasure for me╰(*´︶`*)╯

Someday! ☆ I wanna visit more significant places (*´꒳`*)

Thanks again! Looking forward to your new works <3

I'm really glad you liked them (๑>◡<๑)♡

Oh that's great! More time to prepare ;) Hope it'll be even bigger next year ☆

This game sounds easy yet fun! :D You're cool *^*

Most of insects are scary to me x) so I like to think of nice ones like ladybug or butterfly <3 What about you?

That's the point! The capitals attract but not many people talk about other equally interesting cities ☆ Like in France or Spain, or Japan, where it's worth going not to the capital but to Kyoto, there are many more beautiful and interesting places and sights there *^* And of course, I'd love to meet you in person too ♡ Perhaps even in Russia if you get ahead of me? :D

I saw this and I'm crying XD It's perfect! (the bodies are *chef kiss*)

(=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)☆

Omg the daddy long legs! XD I'm sorry– don't get me wrong, I didn't even know they're called like that! Cause we just call them "haymakers" or "centipedes" but this is hilarious, guess I'll laugh every time I see them (≧∀≦)♡ But true, they're unpleasant in appearance, completely harmless tho, even a bit defenseless and fragile (ówò)

Ah I have \(//∇//)\ It's a truly amazing place, like a paradise! I've even seen a special box with caterpillar pupae where they're grown <3 When I was there as a child with my grandma, one butterfly sat down on her hat, like a blessing, and everyone around gasped in admiration for such a "decoration" (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆ What about you?

That would be amazing! (〃ω〃) Moscow really is worth visiting, but Saint Petersburg, Kaliningrad, Kazan, Yeysk... There are countless amazing places in my city alone! ♡ from Saint Isaac's Cathedral and the Winter Palace (the most famous ones) to Lakhta Center (one of the newest, the tallest building in Europe ★)

Hoo boi— XD

Wowie! Like a fairy tale came true (༶ૢ˃̵̑◡˂̵̑༶ૢ)

Good luck with your future family trip! ☆ And always welcome to Russia╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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Summary: Chris and Lucy are reunited.

Words: 1,977

Warnings: Stealing, language, emotions, slight mention of former drug use

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Tag List: @book-dragon-13 @jobean12-blog @marvelgirl7 @southernbell91 @buckysforeverprincess @anxiousamandapanda @buckysteveloki-me @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety

AN: Cant do a read more. Also it was brought to my attention that several people didnt get notifications for Chaoter Four that was posted early last week so if you get the notification on this one let me know.

Chris climbed into his truck with a groan, his back stiff and head mildly aching. He rested his head back against the headrest of his seat and closed his eyes, no longer having to rush anywhere. The day had been long and he thanked God that it was Friday. Chris had taught three safety courses to the different fifth grade classes and had two meetings with disgruntled parents about a bullying situation and then he went straight to the college after work. School greeted him with an essay presentation, which he hated, and two exams that he really should have prepared better for. 

Chris rubbed his weary eyes and ran his hand over his beard before finally sitting straight and turning on the ignition. The red Ford came to life with a grumble and he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. Normally he would have gone straight home after class, especially with how tired he was, but not only was it a Friday night it was also a three day weekend and he was looking forward to an extended weekend and day off.  

"You can't take care of others if you others take care of yourself." Chris' psychology professor would say at the end of every lecture.

"You need a break Chris, you always put too much on yourself." Erin often told him during one of their phone conversations or occasional meet ups at the bar. 

"Yolo." 

Chris never quite understood that one but the teens at the middle school seemed to use it as a personal mantra. After driving for a few miles he took a right and pulled into a gas station lot and parked. Reed's Gas Mart had been around for a long time. One of the oldest businesses in town, owned by a simple old man, had been around since 1958. The place had quite the reputation built around it. From the late fifties to the early eighties it was a place all the kids came to for an after school milkshake and a handful of candy and to listen to Jerry tale his stories. Unfortunately times changed and things became less simple. Teenagers still frequented the store but not for the shakes.  Early in Chris' career as a police officer he'd made a few drug busts in the parking lot but well before that he himself had done a few things he wasn't proud of out back behind the dumpsters. Old man Jerry had caught Chris and a few buddies of his with a crack pipe once and chased them off with a broom, giving Chris a few good whacks across the back of the head all the while hollering about telling his mother. All had been forgiven though and Jerry was a good man, hard worker, and he wasn't going to let a few punk kids ruin his business. Chris gave a slight smile at the memories and entered the store, the ding of the bell overhead indicating that he had arrived. 

"Hey Jerry." Chris greeted the hunched over, white haired man 

"Hey Chris." 

Jerry's reply was short and he didn't look up at the off duty officer. His eyes were focused across the room, narrowed toward the candy aisle. 

"I got one. Just stuffed a chocolate bar in the back of 'er pants."

Chris rolled his eyes. Jerry used to love having kids come into his store, he'd even given Chris and his siblings free ice cream cones on the really hot summer cones when they were younger, but over time as Jerry aged and more and more people used his store as their personal sinning grounds the less excited the man became to see a youngster enter his store. He was always suspicious of anyone under the age of twenty five, convinced they were all up to no good. 

"I'll keep an eye out." Chris chuckled lightly as he walked over to a rack of snacks. 

Chris grabbed a bag of beef jerky and peered across the shelves at the suspected thief. To his dismay he indeed witnessed a crime. What was even more disheart was the fact that he recognized the beg being used to stuff merchandise inside. Blue, faded, torn. Rainbow pin and sharpie "artwork". Even with her hood pulled tight over her head, a classic move to avoid facial recognition on the security tapes, Chris knew that it was Lucy. He watched for a few seconds as she grabbed another item and quickly shoved it into her bag. 

"Come on kid, what are you doing?" Chris thought to himself

Lucy made her way to the back of the store, near the personal care items and Chris ducked down and watched through the large circular mirror on the wall as she stuffed another box into her backpack. He sighed and made his way to the counter. 

"You're right." Chris ssigh to Jerry with a sigh

"Goddamn kids." Jerry muttered under his breath

"Let me handle it, alright?" 

"Fine but I want her out of here and if I catch her anywhere near my store I'll give her the whooping she deserves, you hear me Christopher?" Jerry wagged his crooked finger in Chris' face

"You'll do no such thing old man." Chris rolled his eyes "Put that thing away and go back to  watching the game. I'll take care of this."

Lucy's head was down low as she quickly grabbed the items she had came for. Headphones were plugged into her ears and heavy metal played loudly to calm her nerves. her heart pounded in her chest as she rounded the corner to make her exit and she froze in her tracks. 

"Shit." She muttered when she saw Chris standing at the counter staring at her with disappointment, his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Hey Luce." Chris finally said after a prolonged stare down 

Chris could easily read body language thanks to his training in the academy. He knew how to spot suspicious behavior or signs of an abuse victim and he learned to read people by how their left eye twitched or how they shifted from foot to foot. Lucy may have looked defiant, shoulders back and head high, eyes glaring death rays in a dare to interfere with her mission but Chris could see behind that. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bookbag until her knuckles were white. Her bottom lip quivered slightly. Her pupils were wide and pleading. Lucy was scared. 

"Whatcha got there?" Chris took a step forward and relaxed his arms as he gestured toward her bag

"None of your business." Lucy snarled as she stared down Chris

"Come on, hand it over." Chris sighed. He Judy wanted to go home, get a nice buzz off a few beers, watch Game of Thrones, and go to bed. 

Lucy mentally walked herself through her options. Would she be able to get out the back door before Chris caught her? What if he called backup and her name ended up on a wanted list and cops showed up at the school? 

"I'm fucked." Lucy said to herself and decided to comply. Maybe Chris would go easy on her. 

Slowly she handed over the incriminating bag and Chris took it. He eyed Lucy disapprovingly  as he looked inside and her face blushed furiously with humiliation and anger as piece after piece of the stolen merchandise was pulled out and placed on the counter. A box of tampons, a box of bandaids, a few cans of soup, a roll of half used toilet paper, and a bottle of equally used hand soap lined the counter. Chris furrowed his brow as studied the items. 

"And the candy bar Missy." Jerry gruffed out with a glare

Chris glanced at Lucy and she hesitated. The chocolate was the one thing she was really hoping to get out with. Chris held out his hand impatiently and Lucy reached behind her back and pulled the Hershey bar out of her pocket. She slammed it into Chris' palm with such force that the pieces broke apart. With a sigh Chris put it on the counter with the other items. 

"What do you have to say for yourself girl? Stealing from a hardworking old man, none of you have any respect for your elders anymore! Need a good ass whoopin is what you need. Even stole from the bathroom." Jerry ranted and Lucy visibly cringed

"That's enough, Mr Reed." Chris interrupted 

"I want her dealt with Christopher. Arrest her."

Lucy tensed and Chris held up his hand 

"Just wait a minute Jerry. Look at what she's got here. This looks like necessary stuff, doesn't it? Luce? Is everything okay at home?"

"That's not your business." Lucy held back the tears, letting anger overcome the sadness 

"Is your dad not buying things you need?" 

"Stay out of it!" Lucy hissed through her teeth, shaking

"I can't help if you don't talk to me, kiddo." Chris tried "Lucy I ca-"

"You're not in charge anymore. You don't work for my school because you left." Lucy spit the word out like it left a bad taste in her mouth and she stepped closer to Chris "You're not even on duty, you can't do shit. What are you even wearing?" 

Chris looked down at his red plaid button up shirt and frowned. 

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing" Chris asked, slightly offended 

 The realization that Lucy had never seen him without of his uniform came too late. Lucy had snatched the Hershey bar and bolted, the door slamming shut behind her. 

"Lucy!" Chris shouted but there was no use. The girl was gone. Chris groaned and buried his face in his hands as he leaned against the counter. 

"She left the property. I'm calling the police." Jerry stated as he picked up the landline phone

"For christ sake old man it's a candy bar. Puts you back what? A buck twenty five?" Chris took the phone and put it back on the receiver and slammed a couple dollars on the counter "In fact…"

He walked back to the cooler to grab his sought after beer then grabbed a proper back of bathroom tissue and a bottle of soap. 

"How much for all of it?"

Jerry shook his head but began to ring up the groceries. 

"You keep coddling these kids, Christopher, and none of them will learn their lesson. It'll be $48.62. "

"No wonder people steal from you." Chris jokes as he ran his credit card through the machine. He knew Jerry couldn't control the inflation and prices of goods these days. The old man swatted at him but did crack a toothless grin. 

Chris bid farewell to Jerry and took the bags out to his truck. He placed them in the front seat and drove off, keeping an eye out for Lucy the whole way home. He had no idea where she lived and with it being a holiday weekend it'd be Tuesday before he could get Erin to get her address out of the file. 

"Hang in there kid." Chris muttered as he parked the truck in his driveway. 

Lucy ran until her lungs burned. Tears streamed down her face and she collapsed to her knees, sobbing. She shouldn't have to steal to provide for her family. She cursed herself for not telling Chris what was going on but she couldn't. He wouldn't help her, he'd just call the social services and they'd ruin everything. She caught her breath and wiped her eyes angrily before standing up and brushing the dirt off her jeans, cursing herself again for getting them dirty knowing it'd be a few days before she could wash them. She clutched the broken candy bar and made her way back home not ready to face the fact that she was going to turn up empty handed. 

[rejected-restaurant]

📖+ MJ gets bit by the spider ! But a few months in her heroism , she's already a target for business conglomerates , getting wrapped up in cheap fast food business , spider-woman is a home-name now.. that doesn't come without the crumpling of a few fast food bags.

Send 📖+ an AU scenario to get a glance at what my muse would be like in that universe

(Still Accepting)

More like a TON of fast food bags, because hoo boy when those contracts said that she could get free food every time she swung by a restaurant, she leapt at them!

Although, given the prospect of free food, and her apparent lack of self restraint, it wasn’t all that long before she became hooked on greasy calorie-ridden cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets. Since this is New York City, there are quite literally multiple fast-food joints not even a block apart from each other, and many of them she would hit up multiple times a day.

After some time, the employees of these various restaurants began to notice that Spider-Woman’s washboard abs had mooted into what looked like a bit of a potbelly. Not much more time later, and the average of citizens would point to the sky’s and yell “Duck!” at the sight of four-hundred-plus pound Spidey swinging down the city streets, many afraid the her webs would snap and she would fall to ground and crush someone under her heft! Not to mention some people have to wipe away a few specks of cheese or sauce every time she swings overhead, given that she’s taken to eating on the job, plus she’s often carrying huge meals in her bingo-wing arms.

And speaking of “the job” in question, MJ’s been getting so addicted to fast food, that her fatass is honestly starting to forget about crime fighting all together, that’s how far her addiction has downward spiraled! Not that she minds though. Sure, her gut now hangs down past her crotch and everyday a new tear shows up in her costume, but hey, free pizza and milkshakes!