#quarentine writing challenge

[smileysuh]

hello !!

im the same anon who messaged recently about the new mark fic :) since you're one of my favorite authors on here do you have any fic recommendations? Im interested to see what you deem a good fic

hi!!!! This is such a good question! You can find my archived rec's here. tbh, I don't read that much, and when I do read, I'm usually already friends with the author, or through reblogs and such I become friends with the author- so Imma tag some of my favourite writer beans :)

@domjaehyun (masterlist) - NCT & others

Jewel has a writing style that I can't even quantify. Her stuff is INTENSE, it gets you in the moment, it's literally everything- she's got some long fics that pass so fast cuz you're just THAT into what's going on. Her Hyuck filth is GOD TIER

My favourites are: Pussy Fiend & Quarentine Chronicals & Kiss U Right Now

@sehunniepotwrites (masterlist) NCT & others

Nikki is another one of those writers who I could read forever. Her stuff is so wholesome and sweet, but the smut is also hot as hell. The amount of detail is astounding- literally publishable work. Like, babes, write a book already

My favourites are: Going For The Gold & The Midnight Shift

@milfgyuu (masterlist) NCT & Ateez & SVT & others

Lana is so good at everything she puts her mind to. Like, the multi fandom in me lives for her blog. I started reading for her SVT stuff, died for her nct content, and I was foaming at the mouth when Ateez was added to the mix. 10/10 content no matter what group.

My favourites are: Babe Watch & Bingo & Peach

@seokgyuu (masterlist) SVT & others

Mitchie my love- I'd been meaning to read her long standing chaptered series for a while, put it off- finally started and couldn't put it down. Read the whole series in a day and now I'm obsessed. This hoe holds it over me tho- who is mc going to end up with? we don't know- but I think I'll cry no matter what because it's the end of an era

My favourite is: the Challenge Me Series

@bitchlessdino (masterlist) SVT

Nana is such an interesting writer. One of the softest bitches I know, down BAD for Dino- and then just pops up with a Halloween fic that included blood play. I really can't even with this girl- all I know is, her mind is amazing, and I wanna read more.

My favourites are: Scream Your Heart Out & Nobodys Home

@honeykyeom (masterlist) SVT

Mo is another one of those writers who does poetry. I've sat with this girl for hours and she types out one like four paragraphs of some of the most thought inducing, detailed shit I've ever heard. Fics like hers take time, and it shows

My favourite is: White Noise

[nekoannie-chan]

Imposter

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant! Reader.

Word count: 1417 words.

Summary: Something happened during the time heist or after some minutes the time back, but you didn’t discover after some days.

Warnings: Canon violence.

A/N: This is my entry to the @geekandbooknerd ‘s 1K Celebration! with prompt #7:

“Break my heart a thousand times, it’s yours”

And my entry to @fvckingavengers’s Laur’s Quarantine Writing Challenge with the angst prompt #1 Liar, liar “Alex Johnson.

“Pour my pain into words, hold my hand to the flame/ Tell me you love me like a star/ Tell me you want me where ever you are/ Tell me you breathe me until your last breath/ Liar, liar”

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English, if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

@official-and-unstable-satan, this is one of the fics I told you, I think the more interesting is the theory and the possibility about it.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog. 

The team fixed the Thanos' snap and end it, a few days later Tony's funeral took place, at the same time everything was very confusing for the world, you had to give some explanations, of course, you hid some facts, and people were no longer the same as five years before.

"Mommy…and Auntie Nat?" Sarah asked you.

"Your aunt Nat is in heaven," you explained.

“In heaven?”

"Like your grandparents, they became stars," you continued.

"Will you take care of me as they do?" the little girl asked.

"Yes honey, there's Uncle Tony too."

"He is not my uncle, he was bad with dad," she replied crossing her arms.

You smiled, your little girl didn't get along with the Stark after she heard a fight that Tony and Steve had a few months earlier and after a conversation you and Steve had.

“Why didn't we say goodbye to Aunt Nat like Tony?”

You were perplexed, hadn't had a funeral yet for Nat, everything was so sudden, but despite everything, they still hoped that when the gem returned, she would return too.

After all this chaos, you had noticed that your husband was behaving strangely, he was not even going to wrap Sarah as always, he had stopped being affectionate with you, you suspected that something had happened in time travel, talking to him seemed like a mission impossible. When you hear the song on the radio you cried…you couldn’t stop crying, the lyrics were on your mind.

 Pour my pain into words, hold my hand to the flame

Tell me you love me like a star

Tell me you want me where ever you are

Tell me you breathe me until your last breath

Liar, liar

 What if Steve lied to you? Something happened and you didn’t know what was.

The next day Bucky had come to visit them, Steve went out for a few moments that was also strange, Steve never avoided Bucky, no wonder you had helped him look for him and everything that had happened.

"I don't know Bucky, Steve looks differently," you said.

“Uncle Bucky!”

Sarah suddenly entered the kitchen and ran to Bucky.

"Hello princess, you are big, the last time I saw you were still a baby."

“What are you talking about?”

“About your dad”

“About my dad?”

“Bucky told me about some of their adventures in World War II”

You expected him to understand the hint, it seemed that Sarah hadn't noticed Steve's behavior change yet.

Two nights later a fight between you and Steve began, he had informed you that he would be responsible for returning the stones in due time.

“Steve, are you going to go?”

Internally you thought you knew the reasons, you had seen the photo of the compass, and it had changed it, before traveling back in time, and it had a photo where you and Sarah went out together.

"Yes," he replied coldly.

"But why? Sarah needs you."

"I don't want to be with you anymore," he replied.

“What?”

"I don't love you anymore," he replied simply.

“Break my heart a thousand times, it’s yours.”

You could accept that she no longer loved you, but what you were never going to accept was that he wanted to pretend that the daughter you had did not exist.”

“And Sarah?”

"I don't love her either, moreover I'm not even sure she's my daughter," he replied.

“How dare you? Why are you so cruel?”

You slapped him and left the room they shared to enter your daughter's, who woke up when she heard the door open.

"Mommy?" She asked sleepily.

"Hi, Mommy had nightmares. Can I sleep with you?"

“Yep.”

You lay down next to her and hugged her.

The next morning you went to the cabin for Steve to return things.

“Are you sure Steve? It is still time to repent...”

"I don’t care."

"Where's Daddy going?" Sarah asked.

“Do you remember that we went to the past for something?”

The little girl nodded expectantly at the explanation that would follow.

"He will return it, he will return the stones so bad things don't happen in those universes," you explained.

“Can I go?

"No, it is very dangerous, he goes alone because he is very strong," you said.

You still did not dare to say anything to the girl, you hoped that she would regret it although the truth, you did not know how to explain it either.

"At least say goodbye to Sarah," you asked.

Steve turned around without saying anything and ignored when his daughter called him.

"Stay here, okay?"

"I take care of her," Wanda offered.

“Thank you.”

You clenched your hands, the nerves increased, although it was only a few seconds ... Steve was not there.

Maybe something bad had happened to him or maybe he just didn't plan to come back ever again.

It wasn't until Sam realized where he was.

"Steve?" You asked uncertainly approaching.

Your heart was beating fast, you were wishing it was all a dream, and before you were an old Steve.

"I’m sorry Y/N" he apologized without seeing you.

You stood in front of him, you had no idea how to explain what happened to Sarah, and you stooped to meet his face

You observed it, you realized something very important, perhaps you had already noticed it, but you had not paid attention.

Fear seized you, you separated from him and walked away.

"How could I not have noticed before?" You murmured almost inaudibly.

You ran away, you took your daughter, you practically ripped her from Wanda's arms.

“Y/N, what…?”

"Sorry, I have to go," you apologized.

You got out as fast as possible, you couldn't believe you hadn't noticed before, that's why Steve was behaving so strangely, you had to take Sarah as far away from there, you had to protect your daughter.

Bucky stopped you, everyone was looking at you strangely.

"Y/N what the hell?" I understand that you are angry but you don't have to act like this, “he reproached you.

If he was angry too, but his behavior seemed irrational.

"It's not Steve," you confessed.

You did not know exactly how to explain them, but you had realized that it was not your husband, the question now was where the real Steve was?

“What?”

Take a look, it's not Steve, I have to keep my daughter safe.

"I didn't think it would take you that long to realize the truth," said a voice behind you.

You hugged Sarah tighter, Bucky put them behind him, you were right it wasn't Steve.

Steve smiled and finally revealed his real form, he was a Skrull who had supplanted your husband's identity.

"Y/N, take Sarah as far as you can," Bucky ordered.

You were going to run again when with a quick movement the Skrull blocked their path.

“What do you want? Where's my husband? ”You asked without letting go of your little girl.

"Mommy?" The girl shifted a little in your arms to see what was happening.

"Shh, everything is fine," you whispered without allowing her to turn.

Sam threw the shield to him, the Skrull broke it easily, it seemed that he had not given the real one either, the fight did not seem easy, the enemy did not surrender, Wanda was with you to prevent him from taking the girl.

No one knew the true intentions of the enemy, so they did not want him to approach the little one, nor did they know what that being was until Carol arrived and managed to subdue the Skrull very easily.

"Where is he?" Carol demanded.

"I won't tell you," the Skrull replied sarcastically.

She punched him.

"She can easily put the puzzle together," he said, referring to you.

He snapped free with an agile movement, Bucky finished him before he could escape or do anything else.

“What was he referring to? You asked confused.

Very carefully Sam and Bucky began to check the body and found one of the dog tags

“Does this tell you something?”

You took it to look at it, it was Steve's badge when he entered the army.

"It's from Steve but wasn't Lehigh Camp destroyed?"

You went to the place, Wanda stayed with Sarah to protect her in case more Skrulls appeared.

You found an entrance that led to an underground part, it seemed abandoned, and in a room Steve was gagged.

You approached him and you took his face, you should first check that he is if he was your husband and not an impostor, you sighed with relief when you found that he was, you untied him.

"I knew it, I knew you wouldn't abandon us," you said hugging him.

“Never sweetheart”.

He took your face and kissed you.

Now, the new question was where were the stones?

[dailydianakko]

Dear Future You

Not sure if I already posted this one, but have a ficlet! oop its not on the drabble request list but we are gonna ignore that okay? OKAY.

Diana Finds A Letter.

Diana shuffled through the dusty tomes on her bookshelf. It wasn’t often she returned to the Cavendish Manor, but Akko would benefit from one of the plant reference books that it housed. She could’ve chosen any old book in hindsight; but Diana acutely remembered this book helping her the most with its many pictures and short, but accurate, descriptions. As she flipped through the pages to confirm that it was indeed the correct book, a yellowed and wrinkled envelope drifted to the floor. Diana stooped down and picked it up. Her fingertips ran across the surface of the worn slip of paper. Curiously she looked for the address. Perhaps it was one of the many letters she had written in her early teens, asking for the aid of the other Olde Families when her aunt had truly begun pushing for the sale of the Cavendish artifacts. The childish scrawl and various stickers across the back proved otherwise.

“To Future Diana” The witch in question simply rested her weight against the worn bookcase. With deft movements she went to open the letter, only hesitating for a moment before unfolding the aged paper. Blue eyes were greeted with Shiny Chariot stickers and the stilted script of her younger self. Diana clasped a hand to her mouth and sunk to the floor. With her legs curled under her and a trembling hand, she began to read the missive that she had once deemed important for her future self to know.

 Dear Future Me,

   Anna said to occupy myself so that the doctors aren’t are not bothered. She said to write future me a letter, and to be careful with my cantra contractions. It is not becoming of a Cavendish t o be sloppy. Mother has come down with some sort of illness, but the doctors will make her better. If they cant cannot, then magic will definitely make her better. After all a witch like shiny chariot exists, and she can do anything! Im gonna be just like Chariot and be the best at magic. Then I can heal mother better than the doctors. Future me I am counting on you to be the bestest. Believe in your heart like Chariot says!

Mother sched she planned for us to go to a show! I am excieted to go with her. Anna says mother might not be able to go because she is getting busier with the doctors. Even if mother cannot go, Wilfred the butler will take me. He is nicer than Aunt Daryl. I like him better than the other one Auntie hired. Mr. Derrick looked at me weird and kept trying to touch me. Mother sent him away. Even though Anna says to be nice to everyone, Good Riddance.

Maril and Merrill don’t play with me anymore. I think I did something bad. They used to be nicer until Auntie said something about me stealing. I haven’t have not stolen something ever. Ecept the time I wanted biscuits from the kitchens. But Cook gave them to me when she caught me. And it also doesn’t count if mother sneaks with you to take a tart. Anyway future me, please tell them I am sorry and that they can have it back. I wont steal tarts anymore if they’re upset about that. I will even stop mother from sneaking them too! Maybe we can go on a picnic soon. I hope they forgive us.

Future me, work hard even if it gets bad. Shiny Chariot says you can do anything as long as you believe in yourself. We are gonna be amazing. Even if the other kids think we are creepy for being a witch, you should ignore them. They’re not worth our time. Mother says someone who loves you will follow you wherever you go, even if it is hard. All we need is one person like that. So believe in yourself! Anna says I can visit Mother now! I’ll write again soon, Future me. So that we are never alone.

Sincerely,

               Diana Cavendish

[disaster-fruit]

Writing historical fanfics is so hard because in a way, the plot is already written for me, and I have to work with premises and directions I never planned or chosen. All my power as a writer is on how to translate this plot to scenes and characters with emotional development and individual experiences of the events, on to choosing what is relevant and what should be cut out, and specially on how to organize the events in an order that tells the story I want to tell, an order that gives the reader the right amount of information at the right time, builds the stakes it must and binds into an emotional through line that is both interesting and cohesive.

And it’s frustrating that there are things I want to reveal later on, to keep some mystery going on and to recontextualize things once the moment is right, but in that same scene where that information is, is also important historical contextualization that can’t be left out. And since this particular fic im writing is SO deeply immersed in real history, I can’t just create two separate scenes for these two different purposes, or doing so would mean at least a scene of pure exposition with no emotional weight, just to then return to that moment but this time with feeling.  It’s not viable.

Writing historical fanfics feels less like painting and more like a complicated puzzle. I don’t have full control of the image I’m creating; all the pieces were created beforehand. I only get to organize them.

[jeanlucdumont]

Waldosia

There is no ring, no forehead scar that could compare to this curse I’ve been burdened with. Everywhere I go, I long to see your face. That is all I seem to need. But why? Why do I look for you? Clearly, there is no way that I would see you in my work meeting, or in line at the grocery store, or at the park you swore you’d never go back to…There is no way I’d find you there. But like a habit that I cannot kick, I look for you. Face after face after face I scan those around me, secretly hoping that I’ll find you amongst the sea of strangers. And time and time again I fail to find you. And then I’m reminded of the fact that my life is no longer is where you make yourself known.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

[perks-of-a-selfharmer]

30 Day

Day 1: 10 things that make me really happy

My family (blood and choosen ones)

Playing with any aged puppy

Family dinner and quality time

Reading

Writing

Going to the beach

Taking pictures and then putting them in my scrapbooks

Spending time with my niece

Helping people, especially my at risk youth

Coloring

[hanalasagal]

Used this alone time to polish Traumaland, my new screenplay. Entered it in the Stage 32 Comedy Writing Contest. Made it to the quarter-finals. Wish me luck 🤞😁 #quarentine #writing #socialdistancing #stayingpositive #stayinghome #femalefilmmakerfriday #covi̇d19 #challenge @stage32scripts @stage32online (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_778d7Jvh9/?igshid=gn12zmb6kbqp

[bronwiebear-brad]

Giiiiirl! Listen this I know u only write about Bradleyboy but I see that u fancy the holland boys and haz 😏😏 (who doesn't right?) so pleaseeeee write something with them, pleaaaaaaaaase 🥺love you writing so much it would mean the world for me 💛

A/N: You all know that I cannot resist my sweet anon’s requests, so consider this an early christmas gift. Lmao. I hope your staying healthy. Btw I’ve choosen the most soft boy ever aka Harry Holland because that boy is lovely af - also this is my first time writing about the boys so pls be gentle 💛

Warnings: nothing much just a few curse words.

Spending quarentine and 24/7 trapped inside a house with the most loud, messy, cheeky boys ever wasn’t actually in your dream plans. Everyone got a part of their day busy, either was college, work, cooking, drinking, boys silly videogames challenges, boardgames and a lot of pranks. But apart from all that quarentine was making you guys build strong bonds.

You all tried to be active, productive and keep the days busy. But let me tell you this: that boys were always up to no good.

You were siting in the living room with your laptop in the coffee table and paying extreme attention to your zoom class. Harrison was in his, writing a few emails and you both were enjoying the quietness of the room while your teacher rambled about something important.

You totally missed Harry cheekily giggling and running into the living room, disappearing right after into the backyard. But little boy Tom definitely not gone unnoticed when he came shouting and shirtless, trying to catch his brother, making a quick appearence into your lecture since you had your camera and mic on the moment he passed behind you.

“HARRY! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, YOU DICKHEAD!” Tom disapeared into the backyard door and Harrison looked at you trying his best not to laugh. You were looking at your classmates, with your face pale and widen eyes as you were noticing some of them laughing, freaking out and most importantly, your teacher had this serious unread expression on his face.

“That's it, I'm completely done”. You thought to yourself while smiling awkardly to the camera and thinking about million ways to murder Thomas freaking Holland.

"Wait, wasn't that dude, Spiderman?" Your teacher asked making Harrison and the rest of the class brust in laughter, meanwhile you grew red.

Apart from ruining zoom lectures, spending quality time with your bestfriends was the best thing. But most important, spending quality time with your very special friend Harry. Of course he didn’t knew he had a special place in you heart - and you meant to keep that way - but you two were very close and as the days went by it was more dificult to pretend that he didn’t make your stomach funny every morning when he came down and kissed your cheek, smelling heavenly with his sleepy eyes and messy curls.

Harrison was the mainly reason you've met Harry and the rest of the boys. It was during a summer break where you joined an workshop to learn more about the process of making movies and writing scripts. You didn't want to persue that professionally, but you needed exciting things to do on your summer break from high school so why not join a class to discuss movies?

You two got along right away after the teacher set you together to recreate a new ending for Titanic. You both did a comic approach, making everyone in the group laugh and even the teacher said that you were really a good duo. You had the writing skills and he had the acting. You were pretty unaware of Harrison’s truly intentions tho. But the minute he noticed your general interests about certain genres and cinema in general, the way you discuss the photography, scripts and plots even tho you didn’t understand very well about it and just by the way you stood in the theaters reading all the credits after a movie just ended. All of that simple things, reminded him of something. Or to be more precised, someone. That someone was nothing less than Harry Holland.

So he knew that he had to settle up you two, that you two would get along very well but Harrison wasn't going to force it, it had to happen naturally. That's why you started to hang out more with him. Going out to lunch or drink coffee, study sessions in the library, parties or movie sessions in his house and that eventually, gave you Tom.

Tom usually came with Harrison to the study sessions, studying his scrips and even joined the workshop at one point. Sadly he got off when he started working on the first big challenge in his career and all the Spiderman thing.

You three grew together and everyone started to getting in the right way of their lifes. Of course Tom knew his best friend's intentions from the start and decided to join the team of cupids.

It was needed one night at the pub, where you three were drinking and having a good time, to steping the plan to a whole another level.

"Guys, I'm going to quit the workshop." You said camly making Tom frown and Harrison almost spit his drink.

No no no, his plan didn't even started yet!! He thought.

"What? Why?!" Tom whined. After he had to quit it because his filming career, he was truly excited about his two best friends doing something similar to his job. He like the heated arguments and opinions about the films on movie nights, like you all had some sorta of film club.

"Did you got a boyfriend, is that it?" Harrison talked curious. "He doesn't let you hang with us?" He leaned on the tabled talking low as if he was saying a secret password.

"No Harrison, I'm still single. What the hell?" You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

This man and his obsession with my lofe life. You thought.

“I'm starting college and thats a big deal. I'm not going to have time to commit there, I only joined it as a hobby and it's been two years, guys." You smiled at them noticing their attention on you. "Also, I'm searching for a flat here, downtown before it all starts and I'm not finding anything." You simple explain frowning and taking a long sip on your drink and Tom's eyes lit up. He was proud of his flash thinking. Even if sometimes he wished he could just shut up and don’t say stupid things as his brothers would say to him.

"Move in with us, there's enough room there!" He let out excited. His eyes moved to Harrison and the blonde boy raised an eyebrow thinking further and understanding his best friend cheeky expression.

"Yeah, you could join us, darling. Real estate is a mess these days" Harrison smiled widely and your jaw dropped.

Are they serious right now?

"As if you knew about real estate." Tom rolled his eyes and Harrison playfully smacked his head.

"Uh-I-I don't know... You don't live there alone, what about the other guys? I don’t want to change the frat crazy house of yours.." You weren't sure if it was a good idea to move to a house without asking the other people who lived there.

"Oh you mean my brother Harry?" You nod after whatching Tom carefully. "He is super excited to met you, we’ve talk a lot about you". He simply let out making Harrison widen his blue eyes.Tom and his big mouth.

"Wait what?!" You asked being caught in surprise.

Three years later and there you were, standing in the kitchen, after Tom cooked dinner - by cooking you mean ordering - since it was your and Harry's turn to wash the dishes. As you washed the plates, he dried them with a white towel and was humming a song that was playing from his playlist. - swear that boy had a playlist for everything.

"Did you and Tom got your script thing sorted out yet?" You asked while passing a plate under the water. He stopped singing and listened to you carefully.

"Yeah, we are pretty far ahead. Moving to find a good plot. It's pretty hard" He answer grabbing the plate from your hands and noticing your eyes on his face, blushing slightly. "Don't tell Tom but I can give you the abstracts if you want to have a read? I know how much you love to read." He smiled and looked at your face properly. You were smiling widely and his heart softened finding your dimple extremely cute.

"Really?!" You sound so excited that he chuckled nodding.

"Of course. You're running out of books to read, I was planing on giving you one for Christmas but-" he continued driyng the plates but got caught in surprised when you kissed his cheek and said thanks. Seconds later he was right back in the kitchen after a short trip to the moon. "How's the online classes going?" He smiled, still blushing from your previous interaction, and looked at your face.

"It's going good." You stopped for a few seconds just admiring his face and the way his curls fell into his face lazily. He looked extremely cute in that green sweater. "I think my teacher fancies me more now. After the litle acident and knowing I share roof with spiderman, the dude." You said with a funny expression and you both laughed.

"Glad I could contribute on such achievements, miss." He bumped his shoulder into yours playfully. And you laughed even more. Your giggles filling the kitchen and besides the music playing on his playlist, Harry swore it was the most beautiful melodies he ever heard.

You two returned your attention to the sink and as you were doing it you got caugh in a Arctic Monkeys music playing and trying to remember the lyrics.

Click.

Your attention was brought back after hearing a camera and seeing a flash. Harry was still looking at you thru the lense with a lovely smile.

"Harry? Oh my god, no!" You blushed at his bold moves. "I'm looking horrible right now. Why did you take a picture?"

"Nonsense. You look so cute while doing the dishes." He turned the camera, showing you the picture and you blushed even more.

"Eww. Please, delete it." You warned and he chuckled putting the camera straps above his neck and resting the camera on his chest.

"I'm not going to delete it, love." He kept his task as you. "Sorry not sorry." He laughed maliciously and you rolled your eyes.

"You're going to delete it." You looked at him and he clicked his tongue.

"Uh-uh." He hummed moving his head negatively and his curls balanced up and down. That was a good sight.

"Oh yeah?" You raised and eyebrow asking one more time and didn't even gave him the time to turn your direction. Your hands already throwing him foam and he stepped back, foam hitting his hoodie and his chest.

He smirked but his hands went to his camera, inspection it.

"Oh shit, the camera." Your mouth making a "o" shape. "Im sorry H, I didn't thought about it." You pouted giving him the most apologetic smile and he pulled a poker face at you for a few minutes.

You were starting to believe that you actually broke the device but then he started to laugh hard.

"It's water proof, dummy." He showed you his tongue and hit you smoothly with the towel in your face.

"You absolute arse!" You thrown him more foam and after a peace threaten by his hands up, he finally stopped laughing. "Im serious now, delete the picture, carrot." You warned and he laughed at the nickname.

"I think I'm going to set it as my wallpaper." His words rolled out of his tongue so easily as he concentrate on drying the plates again and you didn't even moved from your spot, getting caught by his words.

"What?" You asked finally, studying his face and his eyes opened widely. "Harry why use my picture as your background?" You dried your hands.

Did I said that out loud? Damn it, Harry you fucking dick. He thought.

"Hmm..." He swallowed. "It's a really nice picture. You look rather pretty.... And I-uh kinda like you, I guess." His hands scratching his head and his blood stopping running thru his body. Well there wasn't no intention of hidden it now.

"Oh I'm so enjoying this." Tom said to Harrison, as they were siting across the room in the couch watching the whole scene in silence. You two didn't even noticed them spying.

"It's a romcom and we were the directors of it." Harrison joked and Tom chuckled.

"Thanks." You smiled and went to hug Harry. "You look rather pretty too." You said into his shoulder and earned a kind smile from him "Look." You were closer to him and your head moved back to look into his eyes properly, his hand traveled to your back and laid way to high for your liking. But it was Harry, and he was always so respectful that he didn't want to be sneaky or ruin the moment by placing his hands too down. You found that gesture so cute.

"I think I kinda like you, too." Your face got closer to his and his eyes closed feeling your hot breath hit his face. You stand there admiring his freckles for minutes.

"Do we have to move their heads too?" Harrison asked whispering. The duo was watching the scene unfold ahead of them with frowning expressions.

"Why aren't they kissing?" Tom dramatically pulled a face as if their plan came out totally wrong after all those years of dedication.

Harry started to dance slowly, his lashes clicked a few times and he opened his eyes. And you followed him. You both had silly smiles on your faces and after a long time of slowly dancing in his arms. He lean in, kissing you passionately. And you returned the kiss, like you meant to tell him that you loved him all along.

Continuously gags and whistles followed by an loud “FINALLY” from Harrison could be heard from the kitchen making Harry and you pull back from the kiss and stare at the boys. You both smiled and kissed again.

"Oh get a room you two!" Tuwaine shouted after entering the kitchen surprisingly and seeing you.

Despite that, you two didn't pulled back and Harry gave them the middle finger, covering your faces and the kiss with his hand, from the sneaky bastards across the room.

"We've created monsters" Tom's statement made everyone laugh.

[study-with-wastel]

19.04.21 // this beautiful plant + chapter resumes +recicling //

37-38/100 Days of Productivity(april 17-18)

W/@amareteur , @teaandbiscuitstudies & @chenxi-cultivates

Hi people!!! It's been a long time since I don't write something in my posts but the Challenge prompts. Lately I've been kind of lazy . I was only trying to end " La historia interminable" by Michael Ende and scrolling a lot . Also I've got a lot of homework to do and things to buy... Argentina is again in quarentine so I hope to get well with it/not like past year/. I think I gonna post my to do list each day by know. Hope you are doing well and remember that you can tell me anything ^^💚

April Studyblr Challenge

17. what’s currently on your to-do list?

To finish "La historia interminable" by Michael Ende

To cook some vegan recipes

To do a productive day tik tok

To finish a plan

To finish literature homewrok and

To go to each zooms of today

18. what are your interests outside of your studies?

Journalling, listening to music , life style, politics, veganism, social problems, mental health , eco , books , indie/dark academia swags and movies :]

2021 Reading Challenge -APRIL

Week 2

What is your all-time favorite poem?

I've never read a poem :( but I'd really like to read Rupi Kaur ones

Is there a book that you absolutely hate?

MMM nope but I didn't like that much " My cousin Rachel" by

[non-stop-imagines]

Founder of THE Photography Club

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Reader

Warnings: This is literally pure fluff with like a drop of angst

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is a residual work from the Quarentine Writing Challenge that @chaneajoyyy​ and @shaekingshitup​ held a while ago. I still have a few more that I want to write, but this was a good way for me to get back to writing again. I would like to thank every single one of you for the love and support you have shown me over these past couple of weeks and for continuing to send in requests. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Love you allll!!!!!💛❤️💛❤️💛

UNIVERSAL TAGS LIST: @beautifulwisdom2001 @iamzion-therealhabesha @thottio @jetaimeamore @mixedfandxms @here-for-your-bullshit

Remember requests are open! It can be a specific prompt or from the Drabble Request list linked in the bio! Just ask to be on a tags list (or all tags lists)!

Masterlist

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    Peter takes a peek at the number of pictures that he has to sort through, sighing as he refocuses his eyes. As the photo editor for the school’s yearbook, it was his job to not only fine tune each photo, but to also to separate the photos into folders initially according to topic or group (i.e. different clubs, senior superlatives, pictures by grade level, along with senior portraits) and later by page number. 564 out of 2068. He bangs his head down on the clear area of the desk next to the keyboard, taking a few moments to take a sly nap before his body instinctively jerks him awake, making him reluctantly get back to work. He slowly moves through photo after photo until he hits a certain one. It was of you. A candid photo he took of you during his photo shoot with you  the previous Saturday at Central Park. You were due to have a feature page in the “Clubs” section of the yearbook because of your founding of the Photography Club, which everyone was surprised wasn’t already a club. You insisted on taking the lead on the series of pictures that Peter scrolled through, but the one that was his favorite, the one he was planning to use, was one of the last photos that was taken. He absentmindedly taps on the computer mouse in his hand as he thinks back to the afternoon.

    “You didn’t have to bring all of this stuff for these photos, they’re just for the yearbook” Peter says as he glances at the tote bag that hung on your right shoulder.

    “I’m the president of the Photography Club. I’ll be damned if these photos aren’t of the utmost perfection” You make a gesture with your right hand, your left hand currently occupied by Peter’s hand. You guys continue walking looking for a relatively clear place to take the photos, at some point passing the plaque that commemorated the area that was formerly Seneca Village. You started telling Peter the story of the community that met an untimely demise until you found a perfect area for the photo shoot. It seemed as though it was untouched by the outside world, with very few people surrounding and beautiful blossoming trees. 

    “Alright, if you could start setting up the camera, I need to do a couple of things before we get started.” You kiss Peter on the cheek then move over to the nearby tree, setting the tote on the ground and then sitting yourself right next to it. As Peter sets up the tripod and fiddles with the setting on the camera, he watches you for a second, smiling as you pull a mirror from the bag and then a Ziploc bag of fake blue flowers then begin to strategically place them in your hair. About 5 minutes, the fixing of your makeup, and some test shots, you guys were ready. You try to pose as you feel comfortable, but you weren’t feeling the shoot. You were used to taking pictures of other people and you hated having your picture taken if it wasn’t you doing it yourself. After a few shots you go over to Peter to take a look at some of the photos that were taken and try to make the best of the situation. You give Peter some notes, seeing that upward angle pictures were a BIG no and that you needed to move to a spot with slightly better lighting.

    “Hey, I got this. I promise. Your only job, Madame Prez, is to stand there and look absolutely stunning-oop” Peter stops his sentence to motion to you to stay still and takes a picture. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He chef kisses at the photo and moves the camera to your field of vision. It was fine, but the angle was a little off and it seemed you blinked, but you overall did not like how you looked in the photo and it irritated you. You anxiously pat your hair, careful not to mess with the flowers, and slowly sit down under the tree where your tote bag sat. "Hey, what's wrong?" Peter finally looks up to see you at the tree unknowingly messing your fingers, looking as if you were counting them.

    “I just hate having other people take my picture. It’s like, I get a glimpse of what people really see when they see me, and Peter, I hate it.” Peter slowly makes his way over to, squatting next to you. You grab his hand and look straight into his eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. You didn’t normally cry this easy but for some reason this seems to be getting to you more than normal. 

    “Alright, let’s take some test shots. Just for fun. Gets your morale up and allows us to see what’s going on.” He stands from his crouching position next you and reaches his hand out to pull you up. He does so with a slight jerk which lands you against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist and lips against yours. A few seconds later he pulls back from the sweet kiss and begins to fix a flower in your hair. “And, from my extremely biased but honest boyfriend perspective you look beautiful.” He kisses your nose then pulls away, checking the camera that you had no idea was still in his hand.

    “What would I do without you?” Before Peter could say anything you hold up a finger, halting his words, and smile at him while raising an eyebrow. “Don’t answer. How does my hair look?”

    “Absolutely gorgeous, darling.” He says in an accent as he looks at you through the camera. “Now pose” The shutter of the camera starts to go off and you just start doing crazy poses, laughing with Peter as he continuously takes photos. At one point in the frenzy of photos you began to laugh so much that each time you tried to stop, more laughs kept rolling up. Peter luckily caught a hold of himself in time to take a picture of you laughing. He stops and previews it and it was perfect. Perfectly lit. Perfectly angled. Perfectly perfect in every way because it was a picture of you. He captured your laughter in a photo, and boy did he feel lucky.

    “Hey, watcha lookin at?” You make your way to him and look at the photo on the camera as Peter tilts it toward you. “Oh. Uh-wow.” You’re stunned. You would be lying if you said there hasn’t been a couple great photos of you out there that were taken by someone else, but this was truly the greatest photo of yourself that you have ever seen. “Um, I think we can take just a couple more and we should be good.” You look up from the camera, the shock probably still on your face, which quickly morphs into a soft grin toward your boyfriend, which he takes advantage of and snaps a quick photo.

    “Alright let’s finish this up, Madame President.” He smiles from around the camera.

    “Hey, you ready to go home?” Peter comes back to reality and turns to the door, where you stood at the door frame, absentmindedly playing with one of your new braids as you grinned at him, both eyebrows raised. “What had you hypnotized?” You make your way over to Peter and look at the computer monitor in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You scan over the shining photo of yourself. The joy of the photo seemed to have supernatural properties because everything seemed much brighter, happier while you looked at the photo. “So, that’s the photo, huh? The one that everyone will see and be like ‘Hey, it's that...girl. You know the one that started that...picture club or whatever. Yeah, she was pretty cool’.” You act out the scene as Peter kisses your cheek then goes to make sure everything he has done was saved before shutting down the computer. 

    “Hey, come on now. You’re the founder of THE Photography club. You are now a part of this school’s history.” He finishes packing up his things then flings his backpack on his right shoulder, pulling you close to him with his left arm.

    “It's a pretty great photo, isn’t it?” You ask as Peter kisses your temple and begins to lead you two out the year book room.

    “Absolutely gorgeous, darling.” He says in the same accent as he did the day of the photo shoot which leaves you two laughing as he swiftly turns the light of the room off and you guys exit.

[maggyoutthere]

It's funny how I'm actually putting effort on this. I'm putting actual effort on a shitpost.

Anyways I said I'd write a bad sonic creepypasta so here it is. Here's the catch: I like how its turning out so imma make it a 2-pary story. This is the first part. It doesn't have any scary shit but it has the basics for a shitty creepypasta: someone gets a old pirated/unreleased/defective game and tries them out despite getting warned that bad shit might happen.

Again I'm not a fluent English speaker so expect some grammar error and stuff like that ._.,

So ladies, gentlemen and non-bis, I present to you-

Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood (Part 1)

Synopsis: Teen gets nostalgic mid-quarentine and starts playing old Sonic games. She asks for some cheat codes and shit happens.

So for context; I'm a 17 year old girl stuck home because of quarantine.

It had been 4 or 5 months since the virus sent everyone home. Students were playing Animal Crossing and DOOM all day to fill in the summer hours since no one could go outside. I never liked going to the beach so I was never really bothered by it.

Like many people, I found myself going back in time to easier phases of my life. I was rewatching old cartoon shows from my childhood, getting into MCR and P!ATD and just living in pure nostalgia. I also started getting into gaming again, even going to the point of setting up my Wii again just to play Epic Mickey, but I didn't exactly grow up with the Wii. I was more of a Playstation kid, so much that me and my bro got a Playstation 2 from our cousin when he eventually bought the 3rd one for himself.

My cousin was older than us; I remember him being 16 or 17 when I was like 12, so he was kind of our gaming hero. If there was a level in Crash Bandicoot we couldn't beat, we'd call my cousin and he'd do it in 15 minutes. He knew all the cheat codes, all the secret levels and extra content for the games he had; he was like a genius to me and my lil bro, so when he gave us his old Playstation 2 and games me and my sibling knew we were in for a treat.

We got this Sonic Gems Collection for the Playstation 2 from him. It's like a port of various older Sonic games like Sonic CD, Sonic The Fighters, Sonic R and so on. I grew up playing that game, especially Sonic The Fighters since I wasn't very good at the racing games.

I still had a working controller and a lot of free time so I asked my bro for help setting up the console. The thing was so dusty I was actually scared it wasn't going to work. We clicked the power button and the light on the console turned on. Me and my brother held our breaths as we put the DVD in the console and crossed our fingers. As the screen lit up with the SEGA logo and music started playing, I just hugged him and cheered. He set up the console in my room so I could play without having to go to his room (he was the one keeping all the electronic stuff) and told me to have fun.

I didn't even know where to start. There was so much I wanted to play now that I actually knew what I was doing. I thought about starting with my favourite one out of the bunch: Sonic CD. I'm a sucker for the retro 2D pixel games so that was a must. It was better than what I remembered; the music was so catchy and the art style was vibrant and it stood out from a lot of games nowadays that go for a washed out "hyper realistic" look.

As I kept playing, I eventually reached the level where Amy tags along with Sonic for a while before Metal Sonic bursts through a wall and kidnaps her. Oh yeah, Metal Sonic was a thing. I remembered him from Sonic R and Sonic The Fighters - and the fact he was in the fucking cover art of the DVD case. I absolutely loved the fucker in the games though. He had a cool design, and the idea of the villain being a copy of the hero gone wrong was so interesting to me at the time.

I ended up passing the level and even making it to Stardust Speedway. I was sweating since I'd never come this far at any game. My bro was there cheering me as I tried not falling on spikes or getting hit by Metal Sonic's attacks. I ended up making it till the end on top, but it was kinda sad seeing Metal crash face-first against the door like that.

I was done with that for a while, so I went ahead and played Sonic R and Sonic The Fighters for nostalgia. Again, the fucker was there, either as a boss or as an unlockable character. I ended up noticing how there were a bunch of games missing. There were empty grayed slots with question marks instead of the game titles. I couldn't understand if the game was broken or if there was something I was supposed to do, so I called my cousin in hope he would somewhat tell me what to do. He ended up explaining how the game made you complete all the other games to unlock new ones. I thought that was kinda stupid so I asked him if he had any cheat codes or something to make the whole thing available. He told me he was going to dig up his old stuff and ring me again if he found anything.

A few hours later, he sent me a message telling me he'd found something that should work. He told me he did have a cheat code but he thought it was best if I didn't do it. Here's the transcript from his message.

"There's something that might work but it's kinda weird. I got this memory card from a friend of mine and he said this should unlock all the hidden contents within the disc, but when I tried it some weird shit started happening. Most of the sonic games were unplayable no matter how many times I restarted the console or cleaned the disc. There should be an extra game slot but that's just a glitch. Something about the system trying to make up storage for the extra code. Just don't click on anything that looks like a glitch and you should be golden"

Well that was a bit discouraging, but we agreed to meet that afternoon so he could give me the memory card.

When I got home and plugged the cartridge into the slot on the console, I was kinda scared. What if the thing exploded or something? I gave it a try and the thing actually worked! As I clicked on the games section, everything was there! There were some vectorman games but I didn't know who that was at the time so I didn't really care about them. What I was more interested in was the museum. There were a bunch of unlockable promotional art and illustrations there that I never got to see as a kid, so you could imagine how joyful I was when I saw the museum section filled with pages upon pages of illustrations and renderings of the games. Some of them weren't even on the Gems Collection like some screenshots of Sonic Heroes.

I went back on the game menu and was surprised to see another game entry below all the vectorman ones. It was called "Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood". What the hell was this? It surely wasn't in the cover art and a quick google search turned up nothing. Was it a glitch? It couldn't be; it looked too clean and intentionally made to be a glitch, not to mention that whole game titles don't just appear out of thin air. Game or not, something was programmed in there. I concluded it was probably someone's fan project that was in the memory card my cousin gave me. Why hadn't he mentioned it though?

I was too curious to turn down a mystery like this one, so I got up first to make a cup of coffee since it was already getting late. As I returned from the kitchen, I remembered to look at the synopsis of the game. I can't remember exactly what it said but it was something along the lines of:

"In this sequel to the famous Sonic CD, step in the shoes of Sonic's friends as they face their biggest challenge yet. Control Amy Rose and Miles "Tails" Prower and fight against the metallic faker himself, Metal Sonic, and stop him before he puts his plan to become the only Sonic in action"

Woah, that sounded exciting; I wasted no time. I got all cozy, kept my cup of coffee next to me

And pressed START.

To be continued in part 2

[nekoannie-chan]

Impostor

Pareja: Steve Rogers x Lectora mutante.

Palabras: 1382 palabras

Resumen: Algo sucedió durante el viaje en el tiempo o después de algunos minutos de que regresaron, pero no lo descubriste después de algunos días

Advertencias: Violencia típica del canon.

N/A: Es mi entrada para Geek and Book nerd’s 1K Celebration! con la frase #7:

“Rompe mi corazón mil veces, es tuyo”

Y también es mi entrada para Laur’s Quarantine Writing Challenge con la canción #1 Liar, liar-Alex Johnson.

“Pour my pain into words, hold my hand to the flame/ Tell me you love me like a star/ Tell me you want me where ever you are/ Tell me you breathe me until your last breath/ Liar, liar”

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien. DISCLAIMER:Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea. 

Habían logrado revertir el chasquido de Thanos y acabar con él, unos días después tuvo lugar el funeral de Tony, a la vez todo era muy confuso para el mundo, tuvieron que dar algunas explicaciones, claro que ocultaron algunos hechos, las personas ya no eran las mismas que cinco años antes.

—Mami y ¿tía Nat?—te preguntó Sarah.

—Tu tía Nat está en el cielo—le explicaste.

— ¿En el cielo?

—Como tus abuelos, se convirtieron en estrellas—continuaste.

— ¿Me cuidará como ellos?—cuestionó la pequeña.

—Si amor, también está el tío Tony.

—Él no es mi tío, fue malo con papá—respondió cruzando los brazos.

Sonreíste, tú pequeña no se llevaba bien con los Stark después de que escuchó una pelea que tuvieron unos meses antes y luego de una conversación que Steve y tú tuvieron.

— ¿Por qué no le dijimos adiós a tía Nat como a Tony?

Te quedaste perpleja, no habían hecho ningún funeral aún para Nat, todo fue tan repentino, pero a pesar de todo seguían teniendo la esperanza de que cuando regresara la gema, ella volviera también.

Después de todo este caos, habías notado que tu esposo se comportaba raro, ni siquiera iba a arropar a Sarah como siempre, había dejado de ser cariñoso con ustedes, sospechabas que algo había pasado en el viaje en el tiempo, hablar con él parecía una misión imposible básicamente.

 Pour my pain into words, hold my hand to the flame

Tell me you love me like a star

Tell me you want me where ever you are

Tell me you breathe me until your last breath

Liar, liar

 ¿Y si Steve te mintió? Algo pasó y no sabías lo que era.

Al día siguiente Bucky había ido a visitarlos, Steve salió unos momentos, eso también era raro, Steve nunca evitaba a Bucky, no en balde le habías ayudado a buscarlo y todo lo que había pasado.

—No sé Bucky, Steve está acuerdo diferente—le dijiste.

— ¡Tío Bucky!

Sarah entró de pronto a la cocina y corrió hacia Bucky.

—Hola pequeña, estás enorme, la última vez que te vi aún eras una bebé.

— ¿De qué hablan?

—De tu papá

— ¿De mi papá?

—Bucky me contaba algunas de sus aventuras en la Segunda Guerra Mundial

Esperabas que él entendiera la indirecta, parecía que Sarah no había notado aún el cambio de comportamiento de Steve.

Dos noches después una pelea entre Steve y tú comenzó, él te había informado que sería el responsable de regresar las gemas a su tiempo.

— ¿Steve vas a ir?

Internamente creías saber los motivos, habías visto la foto de la brújula, la había cambiado, antes de viajar en el tiempo,  tenía una foto donde Sarah y tú salían juntas.

—Si—respondió fríamente.

—Pero ¿por qué?, Sarah te necesita

—Ya no quiero estar contigo—respondió.

— ¿Qué?

—Ya no te amo—respondió simplemente.

—Rompe mi corazón mil veces, es tuyo.

Podías aceptar que ya no te amara, pero lo que nunca ibas a aceptar era que quisiera fingir que la hija que tenían no existía.

— ¿Y Sarah?

—Tampoco la quiero, es más ni siquiera estoy seguro que sea mi hija—respondió.

— ¿Cómo te atreves? ¿Por qué eres tan cruel?

Le diste una bofetada y saliste de la habitación que compartían para entrar a la de tu hija, quien se despertó al escuchar la puerta abriste.

— ¿Mami?—preguntó adormilada.

—Hola, mami tuvo pesadillas ¿puede dormir contigo?

—Sip.

Te acostaste a su lado y la abrazaste.

A la mañana siguiente fueron hasta la cabaña para que Steve regresara las cosas.

— ¿Estás seguro Steve? Aún es tiempo para arrepentirse…

—Ahórratelo.

— ¿A dónde va papá?—preguntó Sarah.

— ¿Recuerdas que fuimos por algo al pasado?

La pequeña asintió expectante a la explicación que seguiría.

—Lo va a devolver, va a devolver las gemas para que no pasen cosas malas en esos universos—explicaste.

— ¿Puedo ir?

—No, es muy peligroso, él va solo porque es muy fuerte—dijiste.

Aún no te atrevías a decirle nada a la niña, tenías la esperanza de que se arrepintiera aunque la verdad, tampoco sabias como explícaselo.

—Al menos despídete de Sarah—le pediste.

Steve dio la media vuelta sin decir nada e ignoró cuando su hija lo llamó.

—Quédate aquí, ¿de acuerdo?—le indicaste

—Yo la cuido—se ofreció Wanda.

—Gracias.

Apretabas las manos, los nervios incrementaban, aunque solo fueron unos segundos…Steve no estaba.

Quizás algo malo le había pasado o a lo mejor solamente no planeaba volver nunca más.

No fue hasta que Sam se dio cuenta donde estaba.

— ¿Steve?—preguntaste insegura acercándote.

Tu corazón latía con rapidez, estabas deseando que todo fuera un sueño, ante ustedes estaba un Steve anciano.

—Lo siento T/N—se disculpó sin verte.

Te pusiste frente a él, no tenías ni idea de cómo explicarle lo ocurrido a Sarah, te agachaste para quedar a la altura de su rostro

Lo observaste con detenimiento, te diste cuenta de algo muy importante, quizás ya lo habías notado, pero no habías prestado atención.

El temor se apoderó de ti, te separaste de él y te alejaste.

— ¿Cómo no me di cuenta antes?—murmuraste de forma casi inaudible.

Te fuiste corriendo, tomaste a tu hija, prácticamente se la arrancaste de los brazos a Wanda.

—T/N ¿qué…?

—Lo siento, tengo que irme���te disculpaste.

Saliste lo más rápido posible, no podías creer que no te hubieras dado cuenta antes, por eso Steve se comportaba tan extraño, debías llevar a Sarah lo más lejos de ahí, tenías que proteger a tu hija.

Bucky te detuvo, todos te miraban extrañado.

—T/N ¿qué diablos? Entiendo que estás enojada pero no tienes por qué actuar así—te recriminó.

Si él también estaba enojado, pero le pareció irracional tu comportamiento.

—No es Steve—confesaste.

No sabias exactamente cómo explicarles, pero te habías dado cuenta que no era tu esposo, la pregunta ahora era ¿dónde estaba el Steve verdadero?

— ¿Qué?

—Fíjate bien, no es Steve, debo mantener a mi hija a salvo.

—No creí que te demorarás tanto en darte cuenta de la verdad—dijo una voz atrás de ti.

Abrazaste más fuerte a Sarah, Bucky las puso atrás de él, tenías razón no era Steve.

“Steve” sonrió y finalmente reveló su forma real, era un Skrull que había suplantado la identidad de tu esposo.

—T/N llévate lo más lejos que puedas a Sarah—te ordenó Bucky.

Ibas a volver a correr cuando con un movimiento rápido el Skrull les cortó el paso.

— ¿Qué es lo que quieres? ¿Dónde está mi esposo?—preguntaste sin soltar a tu pequeña.

— ¿Mami?—la niña se revolvió un poco entre tus brazos para poder ver lo que estaba pasando.

—Shh, todo está bien—le susurraste sin permitirle voltear.

Sam le lanzó el escudo, el Skrull lo rompió con facilidad, tal parecía que tampoco le había dado el verdadero, la pelea no parecía fácil, el enemigo no se rendía, Wanda estaba contigo para evitar que se fuera a llevar a la niña.

Nadie sabía las verdaderas intenciones del enemigo, así que no quería que se acercara a la pequeña, tampoco sabían que era ese ser hasta que Carol llegó y logró someter con mucha facilidad al Skrull.

— ¿¡Donde está!?—exigió Carol.

—No te lo diré—respondió el Skrull con sorna.

Ella le dio un puñetazo.

—Ella podrá fácilmente armar el rompecabezas—dijo refiriéndose a ti.

Se zafó con un ágil movimiento, Bucky acabó con él antes de que pudiese escapar o hacer algo más.

— ¿A qué se refería? —preguntaste confundida.

Con mucho cuidado Sam y Bucky comenzaron a revisar el cuerpo y encontraron una de las placas de identificación

— ¿Te dice algo esto?

La tomaste para observarla, era la placa de Steve cuando entró al ejército.

—Es de Steve, pero ¿el campamento Lehigh no fue destruido?—concluiste.

Fueron hasta el lugar, Wanda se quedó con Sarah para protegerla en caso de que más Skrull aparecieran.

Encontraron una entrada que llevaba a una parte subterránea, parecía abandonado, en una habitación estaba Steve amordazado.

Te acercaste a él y le tomaste el rostro, debías comprobar primero que anda si realmente era tu esposo y no un impostor, suspiraste aliviada cuando comprobaste que sí lo era, lo desataste.

—Lo sabía, sabía que no nos abandonarías—dijiste abrazándolo.

—Nunca mi amor.

Tomó tu rostro y te besó.

La nueva duda ahora era ¿dónde estaban las gemas? 

[deepdisireslonging]

Lie to Me

The Reader is a travel companion of the Witcher, Geralt, and occasionally Jaskier. Over time, her relationship with Geralt grows stronger. But the life they lead is dangerous, physically and emotionally. 

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader 

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, Smut, Angst, canon injuries, canon monsters (drabbles after the monsters are dead), canon amounts of blood, drinking/alcohol, character death

Word Count: 453 + 596 + 471 = 1520

Note: I wrote this for @lancsnerd​ for their #lancsnerd1kchallenge. As it is a writing challenge, I took my prompt and wrote not one, not two, but three drabble-ish fics based on the prompt: “Lie to Me.” They are in order, kind of like how the Netflix show bounced around in time while staying chronological by character. Geralt is a new character for me, so we’ll see how this goes. All feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!

Drabble 1: Kikimore

“I didn’t need your help.”

You ignored him and dropped his share of the cut into his open palm. “Right.”

“I didn’t.” Geralt growled and followed you to the horses. 

The kikimore corpse was still dripping swamp gunk and who knows what. Roach was more than happy to get it off his back. Your steed, Alcippe, whinnied at the snack you’d brought her. With the earnings from the buyer, Geralt was able to buy a room for the night. You ordered a hot bath. 

“Get in.”

Geralt shot you one of his ‘like hell I will” glares.

“You stink of kikimore and swamp. And you’re hurt.”

“Hmm.” He rotated his shoulders, masking a wince. “I’m fine.”

He was never going to budge. So you took hold of his gear and dragged him closer to the tub. “Right. Because the giant gash across your back is perfectly normal, right?” You ran your fingers just under the proof of yet another close call. 

The feathery touches made Geralt hiss. “Easy, woman.” He grit his teeth. “Fine. If you hadn’t come swinging out of the trees like an Amazon when you did, that cut would have been much deeper.” There was a pause while you gently removed the leather and ruined tunic. “Thank you.” He was about to remove his pants, but you stopped him. 

“Leave those on, they need a wash too. You were mad at me for burning the last set. Now, hop in.”

Geralt hissed again as the water came in contact with the wound. You took a rag and set to cleaning it, taking extra care around the more ragged edges. He sat as still as he could. But the water sloshed when he flinched. “Tell me,” he rumbled, “how bad is it?”

You bit back a snort. “Do you want the truth, or the hard truth?”

“Lie to me.”

“Oh, no,” you moaned, “this is never going to heal!” You giggled and set to washing the mess off his back. “You’re going to bleed out and die in a most painful way. In remembrance of Geralt of Rivia, toss a coin-”

“Oh fuck off.” He tossed a handful of water over his shoulder at you. “I should have thrown Jaskier off a mountain when I had the chance.” 

You hummed. “Brilliant. Then he could haunt you and infinitely create songs for you from the afterlife.”

“Don’t even suggest that!”

In another moment, you were soaked and waist-deep in water. Geralt continued to douse you with water until you successfully pinned him to the side with your foot on his chest. It was just long enough for you to grab some soap… and for him to weave your fingers with his. 

***

Drabble 2: Hellhound

All around you, the villagers that had been angry at you just a few minutes ago, were now drowning their rage in wine and something Geralt called “Wives’ Tears.” You declined the cup offered to you. 

“Would you like something stronger?” Looking side to side, Geralt slipped a small vial from under his armour. “Try this instead.”

You recognized the stench. “Where in this wide world could you have ever heard that getting drunk would help you defeat a hellhound? Especially drunk on something made from ghoul blood.” Still, you accepted the flask and took a sip, gagging at the taste. “For the love of sanity, why?”

With a chuckle, Geralt took back the flask and took a long draught. “Because... hellhounds excrete a painful aura. It can be distracting. But… by being drunk, the effect is minimal, and you can kill the thing. And it makes your moves smoother.”

Memory didn’t agree with that last bit, having seen Geralt’s “smoother” movements, but the results were impressive. “Fine. It works.” Again you looked around. “And who knew a Witcher travelled with so many spirits.” A smile tugged at your lips. “There’s a pun in there somewhere.”

“Please don’t.” He groaned as Jaskier leapt to the top of a table. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Say the magic word-”

“Bard-warning.”

“Fair enough.”

Before the first chord was strummed, Geralt had you safely tucked away in a far room. It was one of the nicer ones. And, by how the drinking was going on outside, it wouldn’t be used tonight by its owner. The bed was large. Four-posted. Draped with furs and sheets that were soft to the touch. 

“We shouldn’t.” Your whisper was barely heard past your lips. A shiver followed under Geralt’s fingertips. “We-”

“Why not?” He tilted your face up to his. While his words slurred, the realness remained. “You’re the only one who can make me talk when I haven’t for days. You’ve said I’m the one that can quiet your mind. Two sides of a blade.”

You guided his hand to his side, away from your face. “Don’t say such things. Please. Just… we can’t- I’m nothing to you. Say it. Lie to me if you have to, but say it.”

Geralt leaned down, his breath puffing against your lips. “You’re nothing to me.” For a blissful minute, he had control of your mouth with his. “If you disappeared tomorrow, I would never think of you again.” His fingers tugged at the straps holding your clothes together. “Not for one second.”

The bed rushed up behind you. It was a firm surface to lay one while your blood electrified in all directions. “If you rode away tomorrow into forever-” You cut off at a gasp as Geralt’s callused fingers found your slick. “I would be content to live two lifetimes without seeing your face.”

“Only two lifetimes?” Geralt smirked and manoeuvred to stand between your legs. “Maybe you do like me.” He waited for you to deny it. To lie. But the silence wore on. His yellow eyes glowed with the meaning of your silence. “Say it.”

“You are nothing to me-” 

You screamed as Geralt filled you. Over and over. The hunt faded away. The danger. The fear. You couldn’t hear or feel anything except for Geralt under your tight grip on his shoulders. Nothing but his grunting and moans in your ear. Your own broken sounds as he drove you to peak after peak. 

It took most of the night, but eventually, you were both sated enough to fall asleep. 

***

Drabble 3: Wyvern 

“Stay with me.”

“Y/N, can you hear me?”

“It’s dead. Now come on, we need to get out of here.”

You whimpered when he tried to move you. “Wait, Geralt, wait.” Clenching your jaw, you focused on breathing through the fire in your belly. “I- I can’t-”

His face wavered into view. “Yes, you can. We just killed a wyvern. A rabid one. There’s quite a reward waitin’ on us in the village.” He squeezed your hand. When you didn’t squeeze back, his brow creased. “Y/N. Keep your eyes open. Can you do that for me?”

It was hard. Everything hurt, your blood was on fire, and he wanted you to keep your eyes open?

“Fine, let them close. That’s- okay.” He eased up your armour and tunic for a look. 

The wyvern had come out of nowhere. It’s annoying when the thing you’re hunting arrives before schedule. The hunted isn’t supposed to become the predator. Its tail swung out and caught you in the stomach, sending you flying. Pain had been instant. Hot enough to make your fingertips winter-blue. 

“Geralt-”

“Take it easy-”

“Geralt,” you said harder. “How bad is it?” He wouldn’t look at you. And that scared you more than anything. 

He swallowed. “Do you want the truth…” He pulled your tunic down over the sight of the poison coursing through your veins. “-or the hard truth?”

If it wouldn’t have hurt to laugh, you would have. Instead, you settled for a weak smile. “Lie to me.”

Geralt’s hands were cold against your fevered skin. He cupped your face, trailing his thumbs across your cheeks. Maybe it was your blinking vision, but his eyes seemed blurry. “This is nothing. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.” One of his thumbs brushed something off your cheek. Something wet. 

“Thank you for being so gentle, Healer.” You heaved a breath. “Glad to hear it.”

He hummed lightly. “Don’t call me healer. I’m just a man who makes things bleed for a living. A monster.”

“You stopped lying.”

Both of you laughed. 

His smile dropped when you ended on a cough.  “Y/N, open your eyes for me. Please? Look at me.” When you finally managed it, his white hair was plastered to his face as if he had the fever. “I’m going to check my bags on Roach. There’s gotta be something in there that I can use. I’ll be right back.”

Before he could turn away, you whimpered, “take care of Alcippe for me.”

“Y/N? Y/N-”

    At the edge of the world

Fight the mighty horde

That bashes and breaks you

And bring you the morn, oh

      Toss a coin to your Witcher

Oh, valley of plenty

Oh, valley of plenty, oh

Toss a coin to your Witcher

Oh, valley of plenty

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Prompt Generator!

so i’m going through my notes app on my phone deleting stuff to make some space, when i found a genuinely good idea i had!

the idea is to make a list of (ideally 20) fic prompts or tropes, and another list of ships (between 6 and 10, i’d say) , then get some 6/8/10 and 20 sided dice, or just use a generator from the internet, and roll for 1 ship and 2 prompts!

i might start using this to write short fics! i can either use this as a guide to heed as i please, or as a challenge to see if i can always make two or three prompts fit together.

i’ll post the list of prompts i had below if anybody wants some inspiration, but if you like this idea also feel free to come up with your own prompts!

you see in colour for the first time when you meet your soulmate

the first words your soulmate says to you are written somewhere on your body

anything your soulmate writes on their skin, shows up on yours as well

two tragic lovers get reincarnated over and over again throughout time until they get it right

the idealised romantic first kiss doesn’t go to plan

exes reuniting years later, having grown and gotten over the things that drove them apart the first time

modern royalty or celebrity au

historical setting

florist/tattoo artist

florist/baker

quarentine or snowed in together

spin the bottle

kik fic (i know people don’t call it this anymore when kik is no longer a thing, i’m just being nostalgic… basically a wrong/unknown number fic)

enemies to lovers

childhood friends to lovers

childhood friends to enemies to lovers

fake dating

superhero/supervillain

oh my god they were roommates

and there was only one bed

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

ah yeah, i think quarentine has given people some opportunity to actually just sit with the person they are, rather than be rushing around for the person they want to become. its good you got smth good out of isolation! ah thats great! hope you had fun and ur partner in crime speeds back home so you can get out more hehe.

ah yeah ty, good suggestions.

hmm good point, i was sort of putting it separate to the whole not-sexualising thing, but yeah. mmm yeah i totally agree, some of the enhypen fics/imagines *shudder* and even reading innie stuff is just a bit *icky* cos everyone still thinks of him as our agi ppang. yeah def would be good but sadly this just seems to be the world we live in. :(

ah yes the holy masterlist (not sarc) i have actually read in the rain and gladius maximus before, but ill go look for in class! oooh thats good! character development lol. hmmmm yes champagne problems was the angst to end all angst, that shit hurt. it was actually one of the first of your fics i read and i recall almost crying over the whole thing, it was so heartbreaking, i can see how it almost made you want to drop angst. good that youve allowed yourself some lee-way tho :)

hehe thats so cool. okay here we go, ill try not to be mortally offended (/hj)

cheese - yes same, i liked it but that was all there was, it wasnt a super standout track. it was rlly underwhelming for me but some of the hook is super catchy so there is Redemption (tm) in store for cheese maybe

thunderous - mmm, yeah at first i totally agreed, i think they suffer from too much good music syndrome, that all their other tracks are such fucking bops its hard to stay at that level of perfection. the choreo was beautiful tho and tbh, the track has grown on me since ive been watching all the vids abt it. its my brothers favourite track

domino - YES GODAMMIT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE TITLE TRACK. the raps, the vocals, the vibes, the fucking domino sound in the back? i would have streamed that shit on repeat. but tbh, as good as it is, it doesnt have that sort of grandness/oomph that skz seems to like in their title tracks so i can see why they chose thunderous (tho domino would have been so good) *sigh*

ssick - yeah same, not my fave track by a long mile, the crowd cheering was a ?strange? choice and the chorus was a bit bare/empty, plus like i mentioned earlier, it was kinda funny to me for some reason but ill still play it if im playing thru the whole album

the view - ahh one of those not like other girls (/j) i honestly think its just a good party song, just a bop to play in the background when nobodys rlly paying much attention. its pretty generic pop music but catchy

sorry, i love you - hehe yeah i thought it was going to be sadder as well, but i rlly loved the fact that they all just got to sing, which almost never happens, i dont think ive heard felix sing for a long time, so i enjoyed it. wasnt rlly a standout track but i just casually like it. looking forward to the fic haha

silent cry - this song i swear, some bits are rlly good and then others are just? why?? it does sound like a dance song tho idk. definitely not one of my faves either

secret secret - YES its so good! its such a chill song and i love their vocals in it. the combination of lo-fi/fake strings backup stuff and their heavenly vocals just makes it *chefs kiss* im listening to it rn and just... its so beautiful. it gives me pumped up another day vibes ya know? like my pace is edgy get cool, this one is energetic another day i feel like. overall i love it

STAR LOST - ah thats so cool! i didnt know that! on first listen this song had a similar vibe to secret secret but then the beat came in and ahh its such a good song. i can totally imagine them putting this song to a concert footage vid, this song is so sweet.

red lights - LMAO YES ITS SO AWKWARD WHY DOES IT GO ON FOR SO LONG ah thats good! yeah good point, its quite intense hehe. but that is my fave trope and this is lowkey my favourite track on the album so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just the combination of hyunjins and chans voices, the backing music, the lyrics ahh red lights my beloved

surfin’ - yes lmao its always a shock, i feel like they should have put gone away in between them, but its such a fun cute song, i cant get rlly mad. yeah, as an aussie i think im contractually obligated to like beaches lol. sand im not such a fan of, but my familys rlly into fishing and my brother loves bodyboarding so we stay at a beach house at least twice a year and we live like 5 mins from 3 different beaches (hehe all aussie cities are on the coast lol) so thats cool. do you like beaches?

gone away - ah gone away my beloved, i love this song sm, its just so pure and showcases their vocals and lyrics so well. yes the pitch change is very out of the blue, i feel liek they went directly from seungmins soft vocals to hans powerful ones which was an interesting choice, but hey, im not complaining

wolfgang - YES IKR ah im so happy he got to be included in that era and song. yeah its such a full on song i cant rlly listen to it if im in a quiet mood but its very motivating :)

hehe mood, i hope they do! ahhh no rest, but at least you wont have to pull a blink and wait a year for any word from the group lol. im not rlly into nct but im excited for them! ah hopefully youll be able to sneak some rest into that chaotic schedule, with enhypen (idk if u stan but yeah) squeezed into it haha

<3 w.a. 🐺

i wheezed at partner in crime, it reminded me of smth. i have a lee know fic in the drafts that i wrote 'in honor' of him (and his departure-ish). i'll tag you when i finish it, if you want. it's a rather hilarious one.

oh my god. based on my experience on the collabs i've joined before, writing explicit shit for '01 & '02 is not accepted (nct's maknaes) but with enha's hyung line '01 & '02 somehow it's okay? i do a double take every time i see fics like those i mean, technically, it's legal but still what the fuck. maybe it's just not for me at the moment. not at us venting our frustration about this. it's just something that's so accepted here that i am (in all honesty) slightly uncomfortable about. but oh well. that's kpop writerblr for you.

man i could've linked all the fics in the ask instead so you wouldn't have to go looking for them! i think i saw you like in class the other day (the fic i renamed into sharp-tongued, god it took me a while to remember the new title). describing champagne problems as an angst to end all angst is one way to put what i was feeling back in december. it just hurt to write and admit?? if that ever happened to me i would prolly cry :d

okay back to the album talk! i love how you answered with more thoughts. i love exchanges like these! i am a victim of the cheese hook and it's now one of my favorite tracks in the album. PLS, TOO MUCH GOOD MUSIC SYNDROME. that's on our self-producing kings 😌💅 also, your brother has taste! as i am typing this, domino's currently playing in my head and i realized that too, that it doesn't have that 'vibe' of a skz title track. honestly, this could be a title track of another group. ssick is starting to grown on me because i found the beats cool kdjsk not the not like other girls 😭 the view is the generic pop that i don't like but i get why a lot of people enjoy it. sorry i love you scratches a certain itch that i find myself singing the first few lines every time i remember it. i too would want to hear felix sing more!

> a mini junction on the album talk bc i got side tracked. on that topic, i want skz to switch positions at some point like i know those allrounders are capable of doing so. specifically, i want to hear seungmin rap!!!! (yk in the recent weekly idol he talked faster than changbin in a challenge and changbin is like the fastest rapper in kpop that's active atm if im not mistaken. my dandy boy has some potential and i want it UNLEASHED.)

back to album talk. silent cry is basically sad music to twerk to. secret secret is definitely one of my favorite tracks :( i loved how you compared the tracks HAJSAH i burst out laughing bc yk what, you're right! i want to make a star lost edit of skz but i simply do not have the time i want to cry. i love the song so much. ok, my dreaded track, red lights. idt i have played the track since we last talked. my friend sent me the lyrics tho and i'm itching to write a twisted au out of it. idk if you're comfortable with yandere but somewhere along those themes. the obsessive type of love that's sweet at first but turns rotten. IMAGINE IF THEY PUT GONE AWAY BETWEEN ASHJA it's like going from 50 shades to the notebook.

i was about to ask if you lived near the coast and you literally mentions it here god im so stupid. yes i LOOOOOOOOOVE beaches so much. living in an archipelago is fun :( i live in a part of the country that's more island than city so every time i want some vitamin sea it's accessible. i heard the waves in australia are great :( anYWHOOO gone away :(( every time it plays im compelled to skip it because it makes me sAD AND NOWADAYS I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO BE SAD. contrary to you, i dislike my quiet moods because i tend to overthink a lot.

i have this little analogy about how there are stays that enjoy songs the generic pop + mellow songs and then there are other stays that enjoy the noisy tracks. in my mind, it's like a perfect balance that makes me feel like all the tracks are loved in the end. just by different people.

PULL A BLINK. bro i fucking hate yg entertainment. they have the biggest kpop girl group LOCKED in their basement when they could be (and i mean this in the most business-like way not morally) milking money of the quad. they're yg's biggest hope at not being bankrupt atm so it's a damn fucking mystery to me as to how they aren't doing anything. (jk i just realized lisa solo album soon, but i still need a ot4 cb hELLO)

i stopped looking forward to the teasers. rest > kpop boys. i don't want to sound like a cult member but have you tried checking out nct? are they just not your thing? (i get it tho, that's one hard group to get into). and yes i do stan enhypen!

wow i love how long these asks are! they're like online penpals. but i also want to ask about you! how have you been lately? are you feeling okay both mentally and physically? how's the weather there? do you have anything that you want to talk about? maybe an interesting book you read? feel free to bring up anything you want to share! i'm getting conscious about talking about myself HAJHSJ

and yet another long answer B) i am sooo sorry T___T should these ask exchanges feel draining to you, feel free to stop sending them in AAAA

[jeanlucdumont]

We laid on the ground

And she whispered, “I love you."

In the moment I

Knew that I would always think

Of her when I smelled the grass.

- Jean-Luc Dumont