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demxters · 2 years ago
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do y'all remember my 50s!bucky barnes x actress!reader au "a safe place to land"??? nika bby, this one's for u <3
Bucky should have known better than to trust his backstabbing boss. He should have known that Pierce had something up his sleeve, keeping him away that long. Worst of all, he should have known Pierce was never going to give you that goddamn letter. 
for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
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when ariana grande sang "I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops" in "positions" she was talking about me and the mental backflips i did to make this timeline work. (you're all welcome)
(i'm busy with classes & work but i got inspo & motivation to write so i'm seizing the opportunity)
"i'm a mature and well-adjusted individual"
me, arguing with/making fun of my past self in a fic notes/planning doc:
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essential-npc · 1 year ago
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crawling out of my accidental two year A Soft Place to Land hiatus to deliver a chapter at your doorstep like a long forgotten parcel. It's here. ASPTL is back. Long live Jupernatural.
@jupernaturalweek sparkle emoji
yes it's chapter five, it happens earlier, don't worry about it
(Oh, and it doesn't hurt that it fits today's prompt, either. Jupernatural Week 2023 Day Two: Community)
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wordsonamission · 1 year ago
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Hey! For the ao3 wrapped asks: 3, 5, 10 and 20? Please and thank you! ☺️
Thanks so much! God, I'm sorry I didn't see this - I swear I never even got this notification and I'm only seeing it because I'm actually on the computer instead of my phone . . . Anyway . . .
3 - What work are you proudest of?
This is the first year that I've actually posted fic I've written, and I've challenged myself to finish fics and to create longer pieces. I'm really proud of the story I created in A Safe Place To Land, my first multichapter (I swear I have a sequel in the works, I'm just struggling with a few plot points and finding motivation). Writing ASPTL was such a new exercise. There are already things I would change about it but I'm happy that I've already grown as a writer (imo).
5 - What work got more feedback than I expected?
Lol this one is easy - Kissed By The Sun. I just had a thought while doing a Volleyball Scene rewatch and couldn't get over how sunburned everyone looked, Mav and Ice especially. Then the gears started turning and ideas began falling into place and the writing started. Then Carly and several of you lovely people here started reacting and reblogging and leaving sweet comments on A03. I only planned one chapter and you guys inspired me to write three!
10 - What fic was written the fastest?
My very first drabble, which basically doesn't count it's so short - A Cookie Conundrum. It's just 465 words of silly, flirty slimav that I wrote because Cal was sad that there wasn't much slimav for Valentine's Day.
20 - What work have I reread the most?
Falling Into Place! That story was one of the three stories that got me into sharing fic online - Spare was the story I left my first viewing of TG:M plotting in my head, ASPTL came next very naturally, but FIP was the fic I just HAD to write. I still love it so much! And the response has been so great, too, which is just an added bonus.
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percephoney · 4 years ago
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A collection of doodles (done by me) for mine and @crisp-breeze ‘s spn AU (a soft place to land)!!!! It is very good and Shelly is an AMAZING writer, please check it out! It’s our baby ❤️
@jupernaturalweek :)!!!
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kokkoro · 4 years ago
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I don’t have a specific quote or line for you but to me your writing is *soft*. Just like gentle, sweet, chicken soup for the gay soul, soft. I remember way back when you first put out a lifeguard au (electric feel? I think?) and I happened to read it after a stressful day and it was perfect. Engaging and well written but also just gentle low tide beach sunset vibes? I’ll never get over it lol. honorable mention to werewolf au and daycare au, you write kids CUTE haha
thank youu 😭😭 electric feel will forever remain a fav of mine as well. Its one of my softer fics (tho that probably doesnt say a lot considering it's my brand XD) and the atmosphere worked so well in helping create that soft sunset vibe and its still one i would love to revisit.
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tomsmusictaste · 8 years ago
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A Day To Remember // All Signs Point To Lauderdale
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sothereff · 5 years ago
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Thank you for the new chapter of ASPtL. What an absolute treat! I just began a re-read, and the first chapter punched me in the gut just as hard as it did the first time. Katniss’ grief and shock are palpable. I’m looking forward to the ups and downs of this journey again. Please know that my delayed review is not a sign of disinterest, but quite the opposite. Back to reading! 😄
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Thank you thank you thank you. This was the sweetest message, and so kind.
The fact that ANYONE reads this story - never mind reviews it, or intentionally chooses to RE-READ it - still floors me. I’m incredibly grateful for every person who gives it a chance and then is kind enough to even say “I liked it.”  So so appreciated.
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misssamericaschavez · 7 years ago
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Bad Idea (ASPTL - Part 7)
Pairings: Dean x Reader, OMC!Scott x Reader Warnings: physical and mental abuse, child birth, language, cheating, angst Summary: The reader works at a local diner trying to save enough money to leave her husband once and for all. What happens when all her plans of escape are put on hold because of a surprise pregnancy? Word Count: 1,600 A/N: Song(s) that inspired this chapter (x). Beta’d by @nighttimenooodle
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You knock on the door to the tiny practice in the small neighborhood. You expect to see one of the secretaries, Meg, at the door, but instead you see Dr. Winchester.
“Where is everybody?” you ask nervously shifting from foot to foot.
“They’re not here yet,” he says avoiding your eyes. “I opened early to see you. I know you go to work early and I figured I’d come in early for your convenience.”
“Oh ok,” you say awkwardly. You hold the pie in your hands up for his inspection. “I made you a pie. It’s called ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away’ pie. Ya know, cause you’re a doctor.”
“That’s perfect thank you,” he says chuckling at you. “Come in.” He walks you straight back to the examination room and tells you to undress and put on the paper gown and he will be right back. There’s a knock about 10 minutes later and you yell that you’re dressed before he comes back in.
“So tell me, what seems to be the problem?” he asks.
“Well I’ve been experiencing spotting and it worried me,” you say twirling your fingers in your lap.
“Ok,” he says. Then he stands taking your blood pressure and listening to your heart. “Ok you can get dressed and meet me in my office.” He opens the door and walks out before you can say anything. When you go to his office, he's sitting at his desk with a fork stuffed into the pie you’d just given him, moaning like it’s the best thing that he’s ever had in his life.
“So Dr. Winchester is everything ok?” you ask ignoring his obscene moans.
He finishes chewing and wipes his hands before answering. “Yes everything’s fine. Spotting is a normal with pregnancy.”
“What?” you ask angrily.
“It’s normal?” he says like a question confused as to why you’re so angry.
“So you mean to tell me that I woke up an extra two hours early caught the bus and walked 4 miles just for you to tell me light spotting is normal?”
“I-I guess,” he says cocky smirk disappearing from his face.
“You-” you stop growling slightly. “I’m not sure I want you as my doctor anymore.”
“I’m so sorry. I-why?” he says.
“Because you-” you stop and stand up from your seat before storming out of the door and down the front steps before remembering you left your purse.
“Wait your purse,” he says walking out of the doors behind you handing you your purse. You’re just so damn angry and confused as to why this weirdo decided to take an appointment with you at 7 am, when he knew the place wasn’t even open yet, just to tell you that what you’re experiencing is normal. When he bumps straight into you, your purse in his hands, all you can think about is kissing that stupid look off of his face. So you do. Your lips connect with his and the spark that passes through you is unbelievable. You pull away from his perfect plush lips to continue storming off.
“Wait where are you going?” he asks catching your hand in his.
“I’m leaving,” you say huffing at him.
“But I wanna see you again,” he says cocky grin returning, but you can see the hope in his eyes. “Maybe we could grab coffee or something?”
“I can’t grab coffee. Coffee’s on the foods I can’t have list. What kind of doctor are you?” you say pulling your hand out of his.
“Well, you don’t have to get coffee,” he says still hopeful, “You could get water or one of those fruit juices or-”
“That’s a bad idea. I’m married, pregnant, and you’re my doctor for fuck's sake. Not to mention that you’re kind of strange and I know nothing about you,” you say interrupting him.
“ My name’s Dean, I’ve been a doctor for about 5 years now. I moved here because I found out my wife was cheating on me and got pregnant by another man and tried to pass the kid off as mine. The divorce is final by the way. I have a younger brother, he’s a lawyer and he lives in California. My mom’s a nurse and my dad’s a mechanic. I’m from Lawrence, Kansas. Anything else you wanna know?”
“Favorite color?” you ask.
“Green, it goes well with my eyes,” he says shrugging. You push up onto your toes and your mouth is on his again, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
“Wait!” you say pushing him back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not in the street. My husband gets very jealous and he drives by here to work sometimes when traffic is bad. He will kill you.”
“I bet I could take him,” he says.
“Not taking that chance.”
“Then let’s go inside,” he says grabbing your hand and pulling you back inside. When the door closes behind the two of you, his lips are on yours again.
“I gotta catch the bus, I don’t have time for this,” you say as he trails kisses down your neck. He leads you to his office shutting and locking that door behind the two of you.
“I’ll drive you,” he says hotly against your collarbone, “But first...” He kisses you again, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands slide under your work dress. His fingers caress your hips before they dip into the sides of your panties pulling them down and letting them drop around your ankles. His hands move back up to your breasts squeezing one firmly before moving onto the buttons on your uniform. When he reaches the last button, he drags the fabric up your body over your head tossing it onto the floor.
You’re left standing in the middle of the floor in just your bra. He reaches behind you unhooking your bra before letting it fall to the floor as well. You’re self-conscious at first, wanting to hide every part of yourself from him. “You’re beautiful,” he says capturing your lips once more. You push his clothes off of his body and he lifts you up effortlessly and sets you down gently onto his desk. His hard cock rubs against your stomach as he grinds against you pressing you firmly into the desk.
“Want you so bad, sweetheart,” he says breathing heavily. He holds his cock at your entrance, bumping against your clit, then looks up at you, his eyes connecting with yours. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, please I need your cock,” you whisper against his lips. He presses forward burying his cock into your wet pussy, making you moan. His lips cover yours once more as he thrusts into you over and over making the desk scrape across the floor with the force. He changes his angle making him hit your g-spot with every thrust in, causing your moans to become louder.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he says reaching his hand down your stomach to your clit and rubbing it in small circles. “You gonna cum for me baby?” he says and you nod frantically trying to catch your breathe. Your pussy tightens around him as you fall over the edge. “Shit,” he gasps as he cums with you spilling into your pussy. He pulls out of you, his cum gushes out onto his desk making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.
“I’m gonna go clean up in the bathroom,” you say awkwardly grabbing your things off of the floor. When you come back, he’s dressed, keys in hand, and you look at him confused.
“I said I’d drive you to work,” he says leading you to the door after kissing you passionately. It takes you longer than you should to get out to the car because he won’t keep his hands to himself. His fingers brushing your hair from your face or grazing against your ass before giving it a tight squeeze. Not to mention his tongue. God, the things he can do with his tongue. The ride to the diner is quiet, the air around the two of you thick with arousal.
“When can I see you again?” he asks looking at you intensely. He wants more than anything to just take you in the back seat and fuck you until you scream his name some more, but he can’t. You’re in public now and it could get back to your husband and he doesn’t want that man laying a finger on you.
“I don’t know,” you say hand on the door handle.
“Can I see you again?” he asks.
“I’ll call you if I have any more questions or concerns doctor,” you say pulling open the door. You climb out and walk into the diner. When you see him pull away, you walk back outside and sit at one of the patio tables. You close your eyes and sigh. ‘Scott’s gonna kill me’ pie. Put raspberries and blueberries into a pie pan and smash into a jam and-
“Don’t you have a home?” Samuel yells at you.
“Yes I have a home,” you grumble back at him.
“Then I’m wondering why you have to fall asleep outside of my diner if you have a home.”
“I’m not sleep Samuel,” you sigh.
“Sure looks like you’re asleep. You got lipstick smeared all across your face too.”
“Shit,” you say when he walks away. You pull out your phone turning on the camera app to check your face. You fix your lipstick and sigh. You are so screwed.
You Will Still Be Mine (Coming Eventually)
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random-jot · 8 years ago
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What separates me from you album by A Day To Remember
Definitely ASPTL, the first adtr song I ever heard I also really like Out Of Time, All I Want and It’s Complicated :D
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demxters · 3 years ago
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𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑
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50s!bucky barnes x actress!reader
series summary: When Y/N Y/L/N is discovered by Bucky Barnes in a local Los Angeles diner, her wildest dreams finally become a reality. The fame, fortune, and glory is right at her fingertips. But her acting skills alone are just not enough to get her on the A-list of actors in Hollywood. Romantic affairs and scandalous outings give Y/N the push she needs to make her a star. However, the closer she gets to stardom, the further away it brings her from the ones that matter to her most and the one person who truly loves her.
warnings: 18+, mature themes (mentions of alcohol, sex, drugs, and addiction), sexism, depression, and some violence
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❥ ch. 1
❥ ch. 2
❥ ch. 3
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i think i might just do epilogue one-shots if that makes sense? like rather than trying to piece together a 5000+ word 6-part epilogue in one post i'll post each segment individually? that way i can actually get my writing out of my drafts :))
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essential-npc · 1 year ago
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i just reread asptl and the rest of the fics associated. and well. i have to say it. we are so back.
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like-a-reckless-child · 11 years ago
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I hate this town, it's so washed up, and all my friends don't give a fuck.
A day to remember
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allweneedisareason · 11 years ago
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I hate this town, It's so washed up and all my friends don't give a fuck.
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barbrasberries · 12 years ago
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A Soft Place to Land
Rachel had been traveling for far too long to not see any actual people. She had seen old abandoned shacks and farm land, sure, but nothing else. No footprints, no domesticated animals, no nothing. Hope was moving away from her extremely quickly, and she didn't know how to gain it back. She had never walked so much in her life to get no result. Her legs burned from the stress, her back ached, her stomach grumbled with the need for food. Still, Rachel continued on, her small bag on her shoulder, digging the slightest bit into her shoulder. There was no blood, not yet, so she knew that she'd be fine. No pain, no gain, right? Rachel looked around her, wishing and praying that she'd see something. It had been far too long for no result.
It was then that she heard an exhale of breath. Her breath caught in her throat and she found herself running against the pain of her legs, her heart instead of her body aching to find anything. Her mind was telling her that she wasn't hearing anything -- she was just going insane. But her heart told her to run, to search for anything to hold onto. She could see wood that was clearly not made into the shape it was in by nature, a horse standing on the other side of it. Tears stung at her eyes, knowing that after these two long weeks, she had found some hint that there was some civilization. She didn't care what it was. At this point, she didn't care if she had gone in a circle and was back at home. After all, these horses were far too well groomed and far too grand to be part of her village back home.
That was the last thing she remembered thinking before she collapsed on the ground, promising herself that she'd be back on her feet by tomorrow. She promised herself that she'd finally find herself back on her feet and back to a normal life. She hoped, anyway. But when her eyes opened, she wasn't laying on the cold ground. No, nothing close. She was warm, and for once, she wasn't waking up in goose flesh. Her eyes opened slowly and she let her hands move over her surroundings, seeing that instead, she was in a soft, plush bed. White blankets surrounded her, and she couldn't help but smile at her situation, no matter how confused she was.
When she started looking around at things to gather where she was, and not just stare at a bed the whole morning, she saw a younger man sitting in a chair across the room, his chest rising and falling with his breathing. A yearning to touch him, his face, his arm, anything, erupted inside of her, and she found herself sitting up more in anticipation. She fixed her pillow -- god, a pillow -- behind her as she tried to grow comfortable again. Sighing, she shut her eyes for a moment again, her body aching with every movement. She did, yet didn't care how she got here. All she cared about was that she wasn't out in the freezing cold and that somehow, she was clean. And if it was all because of this man in front of her, then she surely owed him the world. Her life, even.
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