#For right now though I've got so many WIPS on my plate

[jtl-fics]

Ok I know you’re not supposed to think too hard on the logic of time travel AUs and just accept that it’s magic, but I always wonder why it’s happening and if it’ll happen again

Like imagine Andreil go back in time in like Math Nerd or Andrew First or whichever AU and then they live through their lives there and when they eventually die they wake up back in time AGAIN. Just an endless cycle of time travel AUs

My bro you have NO idea how much I love time loops and how tempted I am to repurpose one of my less developed time travel plots into one (Looking at the old flames concept specifically).

I love the idea of Andrew and Neil just locked into an endless cycle where Andrew's chasing after Neil into the next life because Neil's the one that goes first.

It's a fun idea that I wanna play with when I'm not in the middle of building my 100% Completion spreadsheet for the Trails game I'm FINALLY playing as a b-day treat to myself.

[quickspinner]

I feel like I've been a bit checked out here lately just due to seasonal craziness combined with a bunch of annual tasks that unfortunately fall in the same time frame. 😂 I'm sorry I haven't been doing as many tag comments in my revolts lately, time just isn't on my side right now and I would rather reblog with just the roundup tag than miss something because I didn't have time to read it right then.

Anyway, my intentions for the new year remain the same, keep boosting my fellow Lukanette creators, keep chipping away at my stories. I'm participating in the LBSC exchange again this year (sign ups are still open!). I know I've got a lot of ongoing stuff on my plate but the exchange is so much fun and 1500 words isn't too difficult so I'm confident I can come up with something.

It's a bit of a rough time for us Lukanette shippers with the direction the show has taken, but we have a really great community of creators and fans, so there's no need for despair. Let's be real we all knew this was coming in some form or another, it was always going to happen, but 🤷‍♀️ what can you do.

Hop off the canon bandwagon and jump on the lukanette party bus, that's what. 😁 Anyway, much love to all the lukanette fanwork creators and to all the readers and fans. Let's just keep doing what we're doing and enjoying ourselves.

All right the Quick WIP Report:

Indelible remains my focus. I'm not going to lie I want to be done with this fic so bad. 😂 Not because I don't like it or don't enjoy it, I just want to get to the end. I've got some challenging things to accomplish in the next few chapters and I'm stewing a bit on exactly how to do it, so I'm afraid they're not going to be out super quick. I'm doing my best to get you the best I can do though so I really appreciate everyone who's been patient with this story.

Guard My Heart is next on the priority list and hopefully it will not turn into the epic Indelible has accidentally become. It was originally intended to be only three parts and while it has grown a bit beyond that, I still have some hope that it won't take years once I get to really focusing on it again. 😂

Once that one is done, I think I will take a little break from the long stuff and work on some fun and fluffy stuff, maybe do the follower celebration I've been talking about. I still have one more chapter planned for The Magic of You, but there was enough closure at the previous chapter that I don't feel bad letting that one wait a bit. I still have Live With It to finish out, and of course Beautiful Dreams still waiting patiently for me to return to it. Those will be what I return to after my planned fluff break.

Thanks for sticking around friends and here's hoping 2023 is completely boring and uneventful! 💜

[dreamsinthewitchouse]

Okay, I tried to restrain myself, but alas, I cannot. I MUST yell at you about your cowboy kid fic Stucky AU, I simply must 😭😭 I MEAN!!!!

KAY. It's perfection?? The moodboard and the concept both, I just cannot stop thinking about it and I would give anything for you to write this fic 😫 BUT I know you've already got loads on your plate and too many WIPs and things you wanna do, so I won't actually ask you to write it because that wouldn't be fair and also I know you won't but uuugghgghhgg it's so gooooood and I want it so baaaaaddddd 😭😭😭 I am all about those cowboys & I am also all about those kid fics & I am also all about you and your writing, so you can imagine what kind of state I am in right now 🙀

Once again your genius is ruining my life, so thank you for that (no but seriously, thank you for being brilliant and sharing your incredible talent and skill with the rest of us poor, yearning schmucks 💖💖💖💖💖😘😘😘😘) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

(okay I'm really sorry if this is incoherent, I'm slightly sick and I'm starting to feel feverish again so I'd better go lie down lol but I just needed to get this off my chest first, I'm sure you understand. Mwah!!!)

Minnieeeee, my most precious baby giraffe! 🦒💗💗💗 (Look, I don't make the rules about these nicknames?)

I'm so very happy to hear you enjoyed these cowboy Stucky vibes, and I'm also so fucking stoked you'd want me to write this fic, it honestly means so much to me, you've no idea (or maybe you do, 'cause you're all kinds of amazing and awesome) 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖

But like. Even though I've got too many WIPs as it is, I'd still totally consider writing this (just because you of all people asked 💕), if it wasn't for the fact that I truly believe I'm not the right person to write a) a cowboy AU b) a kid fic. Which really breaks my heart, seeing how much I know you love both, but what can you do 🤷🏻‍♀️😕😭

But! Maybe someone more talented in these ares of writing will see this, and feel the itch to give this idea the story it deserves? 🥺

Lastly, I'm so sorry for ruining your life with this, and I'm about 1000 times sorrier that you're feeling sick — that's just so uncalled for, honestly 😫😫😫 I hope you feel much, MUCH better soon, my sweet, I'm sending you so many kisses you'll positively drown in them (but in a good way lmao). Bisou! 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

[castlebyersafterdark]

ok so re: boarding school au, i think it's a good idea precisely because actually that hookup culture isnt just a fanfic fantasy and is really common at boys schools, esp british ones which have long histories of elitism, politics and high society. its a breeding ground for all sorts of stuff, and homosexual activity appears in many forms, not always good. often for power, control, mentorship, etc. sort of like prison :( but ofc there's the exciting exploratory side, kinship, and genuine queer awakenings too. i think an amazing piece could be written that captures all the themes, but it would be even more exciting if will wasnt the only cum dump lol, and the whole thing of boys having sex was widespread, including mike with other boys. that would make his possessiveness about will even better because it would explore sex when in love vs when not in love, and make mike's jealousy even more hypocritical from will's pov. i especially love the 'its just to pass the time until we meet girls' excuse haha

also as a gay man can you speak on whether the uni orgy / circle jerk on a dude's night in is a real and common thing?

FASCINATING so it's not just horny fantasies and tropes and jokes? I know so little about this actual culture, don't tempt me with a good time! Anything where I can combine research on history and culture and sexuality has me buzzing hmmmm. Honestly, I would love to write something substantial because I've such a mind to allow myself to try some writing that's weightier in the AU zone but oh I already have so many wips and projects on my plate. The director/actor AU is already going to be heavy research based when I dive into that one in the far future. Maybe if the brainrot is still deep a long while down the line then this could be my follow-up project because I love to dive into realism and then work it into fandom. Boys boarding schools. Oh boy. Heehee. Fun!

Power, control, queer awakenings. All intriguing elements for something like this. You are so right. Will and Mike in this situation ohhhhh it would be soooo gooood. Especially the "sex when in love vs when not in love" angle because I really LOVE that as a trope in fiction as well as the realistic approaches to it. I think an AU like this using these characters would be really interesting for me to explore, because I'll admit I am one of those who, unless it's an AU, do have a hard time getting myself to enjoy the boys with other characters but that's just me being a romantic sap. It's always funny because I bring it back to the infamous orgy fic for those in the know, since it was an emotional departure and yet it was perfectly in character for Mike and Will despite the nature of their depicted open relationships with others. A very in-depth look at some sort of boarding school setting could be really interesting and evocative and don't hold me to ever actually writing it because it's super ambitious! Just know it's rotating in the back of my head somewhere and probably will be for a while now.

LOL @ the last comment in the ask. Not... in my experience? I'm sure it happens though, everything is happening somewhere. I have no idea if secret society orgies or circle jerks were happening on campuses, never heard about it if they were. Seems like something that's more likely to go on in those hyper exclusive clubs in the ivy leagues or in big time frat houses tbh. I'm sure there's half truth to rumor, half imagination running free. Mine was a heavy party school but not anything infamous. HOWEVER my antics were more personally related to the times when otherwise seemingly straight guys got super curious at a party. I had some fun with a few. Big talked my way into some situations. 🫣🫣🫣 I typed and deleted several other things here but it's no where as wild as your inquiry and I'm not brave enough to hit post I guess!! I'll leave it there!!

[abarbaricyalp]

5+1 sambucky for the WIP meme? 👀

Hi and thanks for asking! Ask meme

This is my newest story and I'm still working out the 5 moments (a post asking for thoughts has been sitting in my drafts for a few days) but it follows five moments were people around Delacroix misinterpret something from Sam and Bucky and assume they might be on the fritz for some reason (I want to add in some "helpful" shenanigans but we'll see). For instance someone thinks Bucky gets "stood up" on a regular date (it's a babysitting emergency). A stranger visits and gets too friendly (it's a team member). They don't buy c*nd*ms at the store (broken ribs). And then one time everyone realizes they're definitely not breaking up.

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"You know, only the first glass of sweet tea is complimentary, sweetheart," Denise said, refilling Bucky's glass for the fourth time that afternoon.

"Now, when have I ever left here without paying for all my sweetness, darling?" Bucky drolled back. "And I told you about that sweetheart thing. I call you that."

The older woman tsked at him and waved her hand, and the pitcher of sweet tea, dismissively. "I've been callin' people in this restaurant sweetheart longer than you've been alive," she said.

"You know that's not true," Bucky said and downed half his glass.

Denise refilled it. "It is. I'm just like you. I wear my age very well."

Bucky laughed and tilted his head to her. "Alright, ma'am," he acquiesced.

"Still no Samuel?" she asked, even though someone had just come through the door and she should really focus on them.

"Not yet," Bucky agreed, glancing at his silent phone. "But that's alright. I've got all the company I need right here." He grinned up at her and cheersed his glass against the pitcher.

"Well you just let me know when you're ready to eat, sweetheart."

"Will do, doll," Bucky agreed.

Denise made her way around the small sandwich shop, refilling drinks and taking orders. She kept an eye on the door and an eye on the third booth: the one with the window where the old oak outside drooped a limb close enough to see the birds when they nested there.

It had been Sam Wilson's favorite since he was eight years old and smuggling baby birds into the restaurant to share his water with.

"Is Sam around?" she asked Erica at the front breakfast bar.

The local post-woman nodded with a mouthful of crab on rye. "He accepted a package for Miss Sarah just before I got here. Why? Is he about to go off and do Captain America things?"

Denise shook her head. "Not that I've seen. He's s'posed to be on a date." She nodded over to Bucky, who had broken for the first time in fifteen minutes and was checking his phone again.

Erica looked over as well and shrugged. "Well maybe he is doing Captain America things."

"Without his sidekick?"

"I don't think that's what... You know, maybe he's just running late." Erica scattered chips over her plate and ate two at a time.

"Do you remember him ditchin' that pretty little thing he was with in high school? He just up and stopped showin' up here. No warnin'."

"He joined the Air Force," Erica pointed out drily. "He got busy."

Denise tsked and hummed at the same time. "Tell your girlie to watch out. Sam Wilson may be single again."

"Oh, you're gossiping for the sake of my daughter," Erica pretended to realize, just a little sarcastic. She grinned at the old waitress. "Just accept that those two were two you couldn't matchmake together."

Denise trained her eyes back on Bucky, who was laying out too many bills and hurrying from the restaurant. He circled back to down the rest of his drink.

"Sweetheart, I made your sandwich already," she called, stopping his second hasty retreat. "Would you like Sam's as well?"

Bucky glanced around the shop before nodding. "Yeah, I'll take it to him," he said and shot her a thankful, if strained, smile. "Thanks so much, darling." He leaned over to kiss her cheek and then hurried away.

"You ever notice how he flirts with everyone but Sam?" Denise asked as the door closed.

Erica looked at her with wild mirth, finished chewing, and said, "Now I know you're making things up. Those two can't stay away from each other. Do not make this into something it isn't," she warned lightly. "We don't want a repeat of the Roberts boy."

"That boy needed a good kick in the rear," Denise defended and watched Bucky turn opposite the direction for his and Sam's little house.

"Miss Sarah lives in that direction," Erica said without looking, like she could read Denise's mind.

Something is going on, Denise thought loudly, just in case she could.

[bringingglory]

@eerna oh my god acshdgagaahhdvsahsv I never expected you to see my post, so I won't lie, I feel like super embarrassed acsgsga

anyway! not gonna lie, this wip has been sitting in my drafts for months now because I wanted to see if I could plan stuff but then I got stuck because Details are hard to figure out BUT I did write out a few scenes, so I'll put them below the cut because they're kind of long. the first one is the "opening" of the fic and the second one is a sort of reimagining of the Silent Princess memory. i have a few other scenes sort of scribbled out, but these are the most "polished" of the stuff i've written alsdkfjasdfk

the opening lol

Link wakes to a faint buzzing in his ear that sends little darts of pain shooting through his skull. He waits for it to end, and when it doesn’t he groans and rolls over, smacking the space around him to find whatever was making that noise and make it shut up. He can’t fathom why his brain is rolling through his skull like that and why there’s an intense pressure behind his eyes, but when he rolls onto his side, he has to press a hand to his abdomen to settle whatever was sloshing around inside his stomach.

Ah. He’s hungover.

Link peels open his eyes and the light sends a fresh wave of pain ricocheting through his skull. He blinks once, twice, and then forces his eyes open to find a phone the size vibrating against the ground a few inches away from his hand.

Link groans and pushes himself up to a sitting position before grabbing the phone and dismissing the alarm. When the phone falls silent in his hands, he finally looks around and tries to assess the situation.

He’s sitting in a bathtub, the porcelain slightly damp from what he hopes is just water. His shirt smells vaguely of cheap vodka and he still can barely look at the sunlight streaming through the window without wincing.

A moment later, he realizes the phone in his hands isn’t his.

Link holds the phone up to his face and rubs the grogginess from his eyes. He swipes up on the screen, surprised that it isn’t protected by a password.

The phone is open on note in the notes app, and it reads:

link, if you’re reading this right now, im so sorry for leaving you in the tub like that!!! my dad’s supposed to come home from the office today and the document case i was telling you about is missing and he cant know i lost it. i know we just started getting along, and im so sorry to ask you this, but could you find the document case? impa’s in my contacts and she can help you. also you have permission to dig through my phone, just dont judge me if i have anything embarrassing on there. can you find the file by midnight? his flight leaves at 3 and i can stall him until then.

it’s 6:11 right now so i have to run before he gets back, but please hurry! i’ll be waiting for you

-zelda

Link blinks and turns the phone off.

Last night? What happened last night? Why can’t he remember anything?

Well, if his raging headache tells him anything, it’s that he had probably blacked out last night.

Link isn’t usually a drinker or a partier. He isn’t really one to go to big social events. So he’s really confused as to why he woke up passed out in a tub with zero memories.

And also, why Zelda left her phone with him.

a version of the Silent Princess memory but they're at a party and its modern

Zelda laughs. “I think I got a little too sober from the Yiga incident to enjoy the party now.”

Link isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh with her, but nods anyway. “Do you want to get some air?”

Zelda gives him an odd look, then sighs. “Yeah. Yes. That would be a good idea.”

Surprisingly, she grabs his forearm and leads him through all the bodies pressed against each other. He can feel the heat of her hand wrapping entirely around his arm like a hot glove, even above the heat of the late summer air and the heat from other people in close proximity.

Somehow, they make it to the other side of the house. Zelda pushes the back door open and pulls him past the other stragglers outside before they find a nice tree with a patch of grass that seems generally clear of alcohol and vomit.

Zelda releases his arm as soon as she finds the tree and she sits down, dropping her head against the trunk.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

Zelda waves her hand vaguely.

Link pauses. “Do you need water?”

“If you get me any more water, I’m probably gonna piss myself,” says Zelda. “Sit down.”

He sits down.

The crickets hum vaguely around them, mingling with the distant buzzing and thumping bass of the music from the party. But without people pressing in from all sides and an open field in front of them, it finally feels like he can take a full breath.

The silence settles over them like a blanket. It feels comfortable to him, but he isn’t sure if it’s supposed to be.

“Oh, Link, look.”

Link cranes his head to see Zelda twist around and point out a blue flower glowing vaguely in the dark. It was beautiful with blue petals so light they looked almost white, and a sky blue bleeding out from the center before fading out.

He wants to give her a questioning look, but she’s transfixed on the flower. He can see the smallest of smiles creeping up onto the corners of her mouth.

“It’s a Silent Princess,” she says. “It was my mom’s favorite flower.”

He can tell something important is happening, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“She said that we can’t grow them domestically yet, despite our best efforts.” Zelda breaks into a full smile and it’s radiant. “The Princess can only thrive out here. In the wild.”

They both turn to look back at the house as another loud WHOOP cuts through the air, followed by the sound of a can being crushed against a head.

“Nature is beautiful,” says Link.

Zelda swats him and he has to bite back a laugh.

She turns and runs a gentle finger along one of the petals before sighing and leaning back against the tree.

“Thank you,” she says suddenly. “For being there with the Yiga. And for being there the whole party.” He can hear her swallow. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“You weren’t being a bitch,” says Link.

“I was, though.” Zelda inhales beside him. “I mean, just because I’m under a lot of stress from my dad doesn’t mean I’m allowed to take it out on other people. I was acting like a kid.”

“To be fair, your dad sounds like an asshole sometimes.”

Zelda snorts. “Yeah. He can be.” He turns his head to see her lean forward to fiddle with the grass. “But he’s got a lot on his plate. And it probably doesn’t help that his daughter doesn’t want anything to do with his ‘legacy.’”

“Just because your dad’s under a lot of pressure doesn’t mean he’s allowed to be an asshole,” Link points out.

Zelda finally looks up at him and offers him a small grin. “Fair enough.”

“And besides, you’re your own person. You don’t need to follow in his footsteps.”

“That’s what I said,” huffs Zelda. “But of course it’s, ‘blah blah you have a responsibility. I didn’t raise you like this so you could waste your time researching pointless things.’” She sighs. “It’s fine. It’s whatever. I came to this stupid party to blow off steam, I guess. But Goddess, I did not eat enough today to drink that many cans of shitty beer.”

Link sits upright, alert. “Do you need to get food or—”

“No, no, that’s fine.” And that smile returns and Link wonders what else he can say to make it stay. “You’re sweet. But I’ve probably gotten drunk enough tonight.” Her eyes slide up to him and the mischief in them stops his heart for a moment. “You still have to try the Hot Frog.”

Link blinked. “...what is that?”

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the endings are abrupt on both of them just bc i wasn't entirely sure how to end them akldjfasd. also the "Hot Frog" is gonna be some kind of mixed drink that gets link really drunk -- me trying to allude more to the original memory from the game haha

anyway, thank you so much for the ask! and thank u for coming up with the shitpost because it made me laugh the first time i read it hasdklfj hopefully i'll continue this one day and do ur shitpost au justice!

[topsytervy]

S'mores ~ JJ Maybank

Im not gonna lie, had no idea where I was taking this cause it was a wip that I started in like November and then started up again and then I couldn't decide between S'mores or Gentleman for the title but I stuck with the original title. Also, I almost forgot that people actually use and like chocolate with their s'mores because I never use chocolate on mine.

Blurb: a craving for s'mores results in a late night trip to the gas station because Sarah Cameron apparently can't afford her own Hershey chocolate bar.

Word count: 1,821

Warnings: swearing, spelling/grammar errors, i think thats it

~~~~~

"God I want s'mores so bad." You groaned.

You were currently laying on the floor with your head on your boyfriend’s lap, the craving for a little snack eating at you. JJ smiled as he played with your hair, back against the couch as he basked in the moment.

"We can’t do a bonfire right now baby. I’m sorry." He told you, bending down to kiss your forehead.

He had a point. It was 1 AM and neither you nor JJ planned on staying up to make a fire just to have some smores. In fact, JJ was pretty sure you were about 5 minutes away from falling asleep as long as you had some food in your stomach.

Hell, he was almost there himself and he wasn't even laying down.

"Baby," you whispered, looking up at him.

"Hmm?" JJ smiled down at you.

"Do you have your lighter?" 

"Always, sweetheart." 

You raised one of your arms slightly, making grabby hands at the air, indicating you wanted the lighter.

"Awe. My little pyromaniac." JJ cooed as he reached into his pocket.

You rolled your eyes as JJ held his zippo lighter in his hand, reaching up to grab it but JJ pulled it away,  holding it up out of reach.

"Uh-uh, baby. Rolling your eyes is rude. What makes you think I’m gonna give it to you now?" He smirked.

You sighed, reaching up and grabbing his chin, pulling him down towards you.

You pressed your lips onto JJs gently, staying there for a moment before gently pushing his face away. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. May I have the lighter now?" You asked as nicely as possible.

JJ leaned down and pecked your lips once more as he slipped the lighter into your hand, making sure you had a grip on it.

You sat up and made your way into a standing position before walking to the kitchen, grabbing a plate, a fork, marshmallows, and graham crackers with no luck of finding chocolate.

"JB take all the chocolate to Sarahs again?" JJ asked when he saw you were an ingredient short. 

"Probably. As if she can’t buy her own." You replied, sitting back down and leaning against the couch next to JJ.

“Well, you can’t have s'mores without chocolate so,” JJ stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you up as well, “let’s run down to that gas station that’s open 24 hours and get some. Yeah?” 

You grinned. “Are you sure you want to, JJ?” 

“Am I sure that I want to go on a late-night drive to the gas station with my girlfriend just to get chocolate so she can have a s’more before bed?” He tapped his chin with his index finger as if he was thinking before jabbing his fingers into your waist, causing you to jump slightly before letting out a small laugh. “Absolutely. Just to make sure you’re happy.” 

You placed your hands on your cheeks and averted your gaze, a sheepish grin on your lips. “Stop. You’re making me blush.” 

“C’mon, sugar. Let’s go.” JJ grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door.

“Slow down there J-bird. Shoes, remember?” You yanked him back, leaning down to toss his boots to him.

He sighed as he pulled them on and you slipped on your sandals.

“Can we go now?” 

You nodded and he grabbed your hand once more, tossing you a hoodie before dragging you out of the chateau. You climbed into JJ’s truck and pulled on the hoodie he threw to you, breathing in his scent as you did.

JJ looked over to make sure you were buckled in and once he saw that you were, he pulled out of the driveway, heading down the road in the direction of the gas station.

JJs hand found it's place on your thigh and a tired smile fell on your lips. 

You broke the silence after a few minutes. "You know, not many people would take me to go get something as small a chocolate just so I can have s'mores." 

JJ smiled as he took his hand from your thigh and entwined it with your hand, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving the road. "That's because not many people are gentlemen like me."

You snorted before slapping your hand over your mouth, trying your best not to laugh. JJ looked at you with an offended look before turning his eyes back to the road. "I cannot believe you, Y/N." He dragged out, a playful tone lacing his voice so you knew he wasn't actually mad. 

He pulled his hand away from yours and you whined, grabbing his hand. "JJ don't."

"No. Apparently, I am not a gentleman. I open the door for you, I give you my sweatshirt, I take you to a gas station at like 1:00 in the morning to get chocolate for s'mores. I…I just don't know what to say." JJ pulled his hand away, looking out his window for a dramatic second.

"JJ," You grabbed his wrist again and tugged it onto your lap, attempting to hold his hand but JJ just shrugged you off as he pulled into the parking lot of the gas station.

He put the truck in park and leaned against the door as he dug into his pocket.

"You're so dramatic." You shook your head with a tiny smile.

He gestured towards the door of the gas station as he pulled out his wallet and tossed it to you. "Go get your shit, baby. I'll wait here." 

You leaned over and kissed his cheek as you opened your door before unbuckling and hopping out of the truck. 

You looked back to see JJ watching you before disappearing into the building. You smiled at the cashier before going down the aisle and picking up a bar of chocolate before seeing the nutty bars. You grabbed a couple for JJ and looked up at the coolers where the energy drinks were. You walked over to the drinks as the door chimed, signaling someone had entered.

You scanned the energy drinks before reaching out to open the door but stopped when arms circled around your waist and a chin rested on your shoulder.

You jumped slightly. "Jesus, J." You breathed, placing a hand to your heart when you noticed it was your boyfriend. "I thought you were gonna wait in the car."

"I was but then I saw Barry pull up and there's no way I'm leaving you alone in any building with that douchebag." He murmured, kissing your temple.

You nodded before opening the cooler this time and grabbing a redbull for JJ before turning around in his arms. "Nutty bars and redbull for breakfast sound good?" You held them up and JJ grinned.

"For me?" 

"For you, handsome."

"I'm flattered that you know me so well and help me have an unhealthy breakfast."

"Yeah well better than a beer for breakfast." You pecked his lips before pulling away from him and walking towards the cashier.

"Is it really though?" JJ raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

You shrugged, placing everything on the counter and the cashier began ringing it up. You saw Barry out of the corner of your eye and saw him smirk. You subconsciously shifted closer to JJ and focused on the price the guy was saying. You opened JJ's wallet to pay for it when Barry stepped in.

"I've got you princess. Put the money away." He drawled, pulling out his own wallet and paying the guy.

Your hand immediately went to JJ's wrist, knowing he was upset at the fact that Barry had paid for your shit and then called you princess. You handed JJ his wallet back and looked at his clenched jaw and fist. His eyes didn't leave Barry as he shoved his wallet into his pocket. 

You thanked the cashier and Barry, who replied with 'anything for you, princess' with a smirk on his face, before grabbing the bag and dragging JJ out of there before he could start anything.

Once in the safety of the truck you grabbed JJs hand. "You good, baby?"

JJ took a deep breath before nodding. "Yeah, I'm good. At least I didn't leave with any less money right?" You nodded in response.

It was quiet the entire ride back to the chateau and you two walked inside, kicking off your shoes as JJ handed you his lighter yet again and you walked onto the kitchen. 

You placed the marshmallow on the fork and opened JJ's lighter, holding the marshmallow over it and watching it toast. Sure, it took way longer than a campfire but it got the job done. You broke off a piece of chocolate and placed it on the graham cracker before adding the marshmallow. 

Once you completed your task, you saw that JJ had pulled out the sleeper sofa and got it all made, laying down on it.

"Thank you for taking me to get chocolate baby." You sat next to him and immediately took a bite out of your treat, moaning at the taste. He didn't say anything, not even a sexual comment at the noise you made, and you sighed. "Alright, pretty boy. What's going on up there?" You tapped his forehead before taking another bite.

JJ didn't even hesitate or stutter through his question. "Would you leave me for Barry?" 

You choked on your s'more. "God no. I'd date psycho Cameron before dating Barry." You answered, suddenly not hungry anymore. "Here, you can finish it since I'm now deeply scarred." JJ quietly took the treat from your hand and finished it off quickly, not even batting an eye.

You laid down next to him and curled into his side, upset that Barry had to kill JJ's mood. You knew the drug dealer did it just to get under your boyfriend's skin and he clearly succeeded. You pressed a kiss to JJ's shoulder before getting an idea.

"You know, that was very gentleman-like of you. Not causing a scene back there and not letting your anger get the best of you. You are officially the biggest gentleman on the island." You smirked, glancing up at the blonde to see if his mood would change.

He looked at you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

A grin spread across his lips as he pulled you so you were half-laying on him. "What can I say, Y/N? You just bring out the gentleman in me." 

You wrapped your arms around him and looked up at his face. "I'm glad baby. Does this mean I get a kiss cause of it?" 

JJ smirked. "Baby, you can get a kiss whenever you want."

You smiled as he leaned down and you closed your eyes, his lips pressing against yours moments later and his hold tightening around you.

~~~~~

[stefciastark]

"I'm sorry. I promise-" ~Webpril Day 30

A/N: Here is the final prompt fill! It's crazy to think it's been a whole month of writing every day, and thank you all so much for continuing to support me and leave comments behind and everything, it means so much. Thank you as well to @webpril for making this amazing challenge! It's my first time back into the world of writing after many many years of putting it on the back burner, and I've enjoyed this challenge so much and I'm really surprised and happy that I managed to get all 30 days done without bailing out lmao. It's going to feel super strange not pumping out one prompt fill per day, but it was fun while it lasted! I have loads of WIP that will be getting uploaded/updated after I take a couple of days off of writing, so keep an eye out for those! Hope you enjoy :) x

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As Tony weaved in and out between the buildings of midtown Manhattan, he was keeping an eye on Peter’s suit. More precisely, the dashcam-like footage feed that relayed from Peter’s mask into Tony’s HUD. Even though he’d seen Peter navigating the concrete jungle like a spider monkey before, he still internally braced himself to see the kid crash face-first into a block of apartments or miss a web altogether and fall a couple hundred feet.

What worried Tony the most though, was watching combat through Peter’s eyes. The sheer quantity of near misses... it made Tony flinch when he was paying too much attention to Peter’s camera feed and not enough to Tony’s reality in front of his own eyes.

As Tony took a left down a nearby alleyway, he saw Steve fending off seven of the strange creatures. They looked like a cousin of the Chitauri, but instead of the skin being a sickly shade of pale green - or yellow, none of them could come to an agreement - they were a dark red. It was almost sickening to look at; their skin looked permanently slick with blood, and Tony was going to have to get his hearing checked after the piercing cries he’d been hearing nonstop for the last two hours.

Landing as gracefully as he could in the tight space, he joined Steve in the fray. Tony was having some serious déjà-vu as he used Steve’s shield to ricochet a repulsor beam into two of the creatures. They crumpled to a heap on the ground, a sizzling hole occupying the space where their shoulder joints used to be.

When they got to the final one in the alley, Tony was able to get a really good look at it now that he wasn’t being assaulted from all sides. Its eyes gleamed a bright yellow, reptilian slits staring through him coldly. The maw on the creature was longer than its Chitauri (maybe) relative, and its teeth began to gnash with feral vigour as it approached the two men. One perfectly aimed miniature missile to the jugular had it go completely limp as the life left its eyes.

“Thanks,” Steve breathed. He was beginning to tire, especially after the two hour mark of keeping the fight going. The creatures seemed to keep coming with no sign of slowing down and while Steve didn’t want to admit that he was beginning to feel the exhaustion, Tony could tell. They’d known each other for long enough to recognise the signs.

“Anything for you, sweetcheeks,” Tony shot back, voice dripping with satire. Taking off once more, he heard Steve over the comms.

“You just had to make it weird, didn’t you.” Steve didn’t frame it as a question.

About two streets over, Tony could hear the Hulk’s angered roars and the sound of more of Tony’s money needing to be thrown at post-Avengers infrastructure repairs.

Natasha was doing some motorcycle-based groundwork, S.H.I.E.L.D having finally give the agent a vehicle with built-in weaponry. Watching Natasha at work was like watching the sea part as the waves of the alien threat were mowed down ruthlessly in her path.

At present, Clint was sitting on the back of the bike facing backwards towards the swam that was in pursuit. Each arrow fired found its mark. Tony groaned internally as Clint used an explosive arrow right down the centre of the street, and he watched as slabs of concrete went flying.

As they moved rapidly south, they entered the Financial District in the lowest portion of Manhattan. On Tony’s right, there was The Battery park, which eventually ended to become the Upper Bay. The large body of water gave Tony a distinct form of Peter-induced Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. All he could see was the bisected Ferry, and Peter crash landing a plane which gave Tony more grey hairs than he’d bargained for by his age. All good things came in threes, Tony noted wryly, and the current situation seemed like a perfect time and place to complete the Trilogy of Unfortunate Events.

The team could really use Thor. The Asgardian was off-world and the dense swarm of snarling reptilians would be disposed of much more easily with a solid bout of guided thunder from the god.

As Tony watched the erratic throng of blood-red skin surge through the streets, he passively noted that they were heading straight for him. The way that they were perfectly lined up prompted Tony to pursue what would be a very expensive course of action.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, reroute power to the main RT.”

“As you wish, Boss.”

He felt the repulsors in charge of flight weaken slightly as any excess or temporarily unnecessary power was routed into the centre chest piece’s reactor. The unibeam that stemmed from it was powerful but would be taxing on the suit. But, there wouldn’t be another opportunity again to hit hundreds all at once as they funnelled and bottlenecked their way in.

“The power is done rerouting to the primary Repulsor Transmitter.”

Tony lined up the beam as best as he could down the road, but just before the blast left his chest plate, a blur of red swung immediately in front of him. Tony didn’t have time to panic or wonder what the hell that was before the unibeam sailed straight through the centre of the swarm and wiped out what F.R.I.D.A.Y told him was about seventy-five per cent of his target. He faintly recalled seeing his own Iron Man suit reflected in Peter’s monitor in that fraction of a second.

Turning to his left, he saw Peter staring at the slightly smoking path of alien bodies left in the street in the wake of the blast.

“Hey kid, you wanna explain what the hell that was? I could have killed you!” Tony’s helmet dematerialised, revealing an expression laced with a combination of concern and fury.

Peter immediately jumped on the defensive, hearing the aggravated undertone in Tony’s words. “I’m sorry! I promise-”

“I don’t want your promises, Pete, I just don’t want you playing Tarzan right in front of a deadly weapon,” Tony sighed, rubbing a metal-clad hand down his face. “If you die, that’s on me.”

“Sorry, Mr Stark.” Although Tony couldn’t read Peter’s expression through his mask, Peter’s eyes were downcast. As much as Tony wanted to be irritated at the kid sometimes, he couldn’t bring himself to at that moment. At least disaster number three hadn't come to pass...yet.

Walking over to where Peter stood, Tony clapped a hand on Peter’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’re doing great, kid.”

Peter watched as Tony’s helmet rematerialised once more and followed the red and gold as Tony flew back towards the centre of the fight. Peter smiled to himself behind the mask, and as he swung back towards his teammates, he softly whispered to himself: “You’re doing great, Peter...you’re doing great.”

[mystery-deer]

Hi I hope you are fine! I've read most of your b99 fics and I love them so much!!!

I have to say I really like how you write Kevin and Holt it's just so interesting and well written I'm speechless!

I hope you'll post new fics with them!

Have a nice day!

(I hope my English isn't too bad, tbh I'm a French native speaker and always feel nervous when I have to write in English haha)

I’m fine, I’m just in school and all my classes are writing based due to my major which leaves little time for recreational writing at the moment~!! Please don’t worry!!  What a lovely ask, it makes me so happy whenever people compliment my writing! Sometimes I think ‘You’re making this way too deep Arthur’ but then I think....hey....I love to swim. I definitely have a few wips and to show you I’m good for it here’s an excerpt from one!;

“Would you like for me to make a run to the store?” Kevin asked.

“No thank you, Deborah’s already…” She trailed off, distracted. Everything was distracted. She wondered who had more of a right to be upset, her or Kevin? Kevin she guessed. “...It’s being taken care of.”

“Of course, would you like to sit down? I can make coffee for all of us.”

“Including me?” Marcus asked, poking his head out from the hall with a grin.

“Excluding you.” 

“I don’t wanna be ex-cluded.” Marcus said, pronouncing it slowly as he went to the front door and rummaged through his bag. “Uncle Ray said he’d help me with my homework but only history because I’m great at everything else!”

“Yes, I heard you got straight A’s this semester.” Marcus took out a glossy notebook and hesitated, looking at the ground and flipping through the pages idly.

“I got a C in history though. No one else did.” He said, suddenly moping. He had the tone of someone bringing up an old grievance and Laverne could picture Debbie trying to cheer him up in the car on the drive home from school as he frowned at the single C. 

“I’m sure that’s an exaggeration. When I was younger I often struggled in math.” Kevin offered.

Marcus perked up. “Really? But math is easy!”

“Perhaps to you because you’re quite gifted in that sphere. However, I had trouble keeping the numbers straight and one day I got a D.” Marcus gasped softly and shook his head. Laverne smiled and looked out the window. Debbie’s car was coming down the street so she rose to greet her.

“Indeed,” Kevin remarked at Marcus’ shock. “I told all my friends that I had gotten a B and threw the report card out the window of the boy’s bathroom.”

“Did your mom get mad?”

“Oh yes.” Kevin said, tone aggressively neutral.

“My mom didn’t get mad at me, she said- she said that’s okay and I can try again!” Marcus exclaimed, proud.

Kevin’s eyes drifted to Laverne’s, then to the door. “She’s a very kind woman. And she’s right.”

The door opened at that moment and Laverne was glad she’d unlocked it in preparation as her daughter was nearly invisible underneath all the bags she was carrying. 

“Little help?” She called and Kevin rushed over to take a few of the heavier ones. Marcus tugged a bag out of her hands and dragged it to the kitchen, refusing anyone else’s help. Laverne reached for a bag but Debbie angled herself away, stumbling to the kitchen and telling her to rest. 

“I don’t need to rest.” Laverne said, slightly annoyed at being treated as so fragile. She remembered when Debbie had fit on her hip, bah. 

“I don’t mean it like that ma, I just...we’re all kinda weird right now.” Kevin and Laverne both flinched at the acknowledgment as to why they were all here. Marcus rooted through the plastic bags in search of snacks. The coffee machine beeped and Kevin poured the liquid into four mugs.

“Mom, can I have coffee?” Marcus asked again, popping up from the floor to grab her leg. Debbie scratched lightly as his hair. 

“You wouldn’t like it, here, I got you some apple juice instead.” She handed the small container of juice to the boy and he grinned, running off down the hall where he’d come from. “Ah ah ah, Marcus!”

There was a pause and then a reversal as he ran back, out of breath. “Yeah?”

“What do we say?” His mother prompted.

“...Thank you!” He ran to give her a hug before bouncing back down the hall. Debbie rolled her eyes good-naturedly as Kevin let out a soft exhale of laughter.

“He’s a handful that one.” Debbie said.

Laverne hummed. “I believe all children are handfuls, be thankful you only have one.” 

“Every day!” Debbie exclaimed, preparing to cook something. “Every day, I am!”

“I’m going to go check on them.” Kevin said, walking down the hall. Laverne and Debbie exchanged a look.

“Do you think he’s going to be ok?” 

“Why wouldn’t he be? I hardly think anything will happen to him between here and Raymond’s room” Debbie shook her head, ignoring her mother’s joke.

“I mean will Ray be ok.”

She didn’t know. She wished she knew. She wished she knew how to deal with this. “I’m certain he’ll be fine.” She said, standing to help her daughter prepare the sandwiches.

Raymond had always been a bit shy around his father. Laverne didn’t know why but whenever he was around he froze up. Raymond would talk endlessly about what he was doing for school, his friends, his campaign for class president and how he was debating whether or not to ask for help with the speech.

“Why not ask your dad? He’s a very skilled orator.” She’d suggested and Raymond had hesitated before nodding the same way he did when he was offered anything he really wanted. He always paused before accepting, as if he expected the other person to snatch it away. 

That night Raymond was quiet at the dinner table. Debbie was happily babbling in her own toddler language about imaginary adventures she’d been on that day and Clifton was humoring her beautifully, giving Laverne a chance to relax. Though she wasn’t relaxing, she was looking at her son who was playing with his dinner nervously. The hour dragged on until finally as she was clearing the plates she said mildly; “Clifton, Raymond would like to ask you something.” Raymond startled as if a spotlight had suddenly been shined on him and avoided eye contact with his father, who turned to him as he wiped Debbie’s face with a napkin.

“Hm? What is it?”

“I- um…it’s nothing. I can do it myself.”

“Are you sure? I’d be glad to help if you-”

“No thank you, I can do it myself.” 

Raymond had rushed to leave the table after that, running to his room and shutting the door. She and Clifton had exchanged a look and her husband had shrugged good-naturedly. 

“He’ll come when he’s ready.” He’d said but Laverne had the strong sense he wouldn’t, that he wanted to be chased and cajoled and coddled.

“Did Kevin tell you how much?” Debbie asked, slicing cucumbers into perfect, thin slices. She was always skilled at chopping and dicing and Laverne would always let her cut the onions and garlic because she liked the smell and she liked carrying on about how it hurt her eyes.

“Not yet.”

“Twenty thousand dollars.” The number shook her. So many zeroes. So much wasted. Debbie seemed to feel the same way, repeating it under her breath. Laverne pictured her son throwing twenty thousand dollars up into the air, watching it scatter on the wind. Throwing it into a fireplace, shredding it in front of her. 

No, don’t blame him.

She wanted to.

Her gut reaction was to shake him when she’d first gotten the call. To drive to his apartment and shake him and scream and ask him why the hell he would do this, how could he so stupid?

She composed herself. That would get her nowhere.