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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on your fic-iversary! That's amazing!

Could I request “hey, only i can call them that!” with jake or santi or even miguel

Thank youuuu!

Playing with Fire

AN: Thanks so much for sending this in, I'm so sorry it took so long! I implemented this prompt differently than I normally would—instead of using the dialogue in the fic, I just used the idea of someone calling you by a nickname Jake has for you. Hope that’s okay! Thank you again to @moonknightly for coming up with the title for this. 💗

This is my first time writing Jake, please be kind 🙏

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Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,168 Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader (written with a f!reader in mind, but i'm pretty sure this can be read as GN. please let me know if that's incorrect!) Warnings: jealous/possessive!Jake, public sex (non-penetrative), frottage/grinding, thigh riding, please forgive any bad Spanish translations, i did try to do some research but i am not a native speaker 😟 AO3

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Jake leans against the side of his car, the metal hot against his back even through his clothes. It’s unseasonably warm today, the sun beating down as he waits patiently for your shift to end. He’d ditched his jacket ages ago, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows not long after. Nevertheless, he still feels like he’s standing in an oven. Jake sighs, lips pressing into a hard line as he pulls his cap low enough over his eyes to block out the sun. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, turning his wrist a little to check his watch.

You’re late.

This isn’t uncommon, and normally he’d have no problem waiting as long as you needed him to but, today the heat might just be too much. Just as he’s about to barge in and demand that they let you go, you push through the main doors, laughing brightly. Jake’s body relaxes at the sight of you, his chest warming at the smile on your face.

Until he notices there’s someone beside you.

Your co-worker, Miles.

Jake scowls, muttering under his breath. He hates Miles. He’s too nice, too respectful…too good-looking. What he wouldn’t give to punch that cabrón in his annoyingly symmetrical face. He’s made you aware of his feelings, told you he doesn’t like how friendly he is with you, but you always just laugh, brushing him off by telling him he has nothing to worry about (“He’s married, Jake. Happily married.”).

He trusts you, no question about it. He knows you love him, knows that you’d never stray, never seek affection or attention elsewhere, but Jake also knows how men can be (even married men) and he doesn’t trust this one as far as he can throw him.

Miles makes you laugh again, your head thrown back, the graceful line of your neck on display. Jake’s jaw clenches.

“See you, Sunshine!” Miles chuckles, winking and waving as he walks in the opposite direction.

Jake’s eyes narrow at the nickname, his blood burning almost as much as the sun on the back of his neck.

Sunshine.

Only Jake was allowed to call you that.

Perhaps he needs to remind you who you belong to. His scowl morphs into a smirk at the thought.

Your whole face lights up when you see him and the sight quells some of his aggravation.

It doesn’t mean he isn’t going to still teach you a lesson though.

You throw your arms around his neck when you reach him, pulling him into a kiss with a soft little hum. He happily kisses you back, his arms winding around your waist, hands settling possessively on your ass. Jake digs his fingers into your cheeks through your clothes, gently pulling your hips against his. You make a surprised noise before going slightly limp in his arms, returning his affection. He deepens the kiss, licking into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. Your body is flush with his now, utterly pliant in his arms.

Without warning, Jake spins you around, his mouth swallowing your surprised gasp as he presses you against the side of his car. He ruts against your thigh, slotting his own between your legs, and you moan softly at the pressure. You cant your hips, grinding against his thigh, your breath hitching as the action sends a shiver of pleasure through you. When you finally break a moment later, you’re panting, eyes a little glassy with lust.

“Not that I’m complaining but, what—”

“I missed you, mi sol,” he breathes, his voice low and raspy in that way he knows you like.

He watches with satisfaction as you swallow hard, fingers clenched in the folds of his white dress shirt.

“Looks like you missed me too, hmm?” he whispers, his hands falling to cup your hips as you unconsciously rut against his thigh.

You pull your lip between your teeth, eyelashes fluttering slightly as you nod. Jake leans in, nuzzling your nose, his lips hovering over yours. A whimper escapes you when you grind down a little harder, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He knows you shouldn’t be doing this here, he’s sure you know that too, but at the moment, he doesn’t care, almost hopes someone you know will see, see that you are his.

Jake kisses you again, slow and a little sloppy, rutting his half-hard cock against your thigh. Your lips are slippery against his, your mouth hot and oh so sweet. You groan into each other's mouths as you lazily grind against one another, Jake’s hands pushing and pulling your hips, helping you drag yourself over his thigh. He presses his forehead against yours when you break for air again, your fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck as you softly sigh his name.

“¿Quieres acabar así, mi sol?” he breathes, panting slightly against your cheek.

Your whimpered “yes” sends a jolt of pleasure through him, one that almost makes him come on the spot. Jake hums, dragging his tongue over his lips as he watches you writhe. You’re so gorgeous like this, lost in your pleasure, lost in him. Still, he hasn’t forgotten why he started this in the first place, that you still have a lesson to learn. Your breath hitches as you near your peak, your body tensing in anticipation of the pleasure that’s about to crest.

Suddenly, Jake’s grip on your hips tightens, enough to halt your movement, his leg dropping a bit as he presses you harder against the car. You gasp, whining at the loss of friction between your legs.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t let other men call you what I call you,” he growls, mouth hovering over yours.

Your eyes widen a little at his words, a slight panic filling them when he starts to pull away. You grab his shirt, holding him tightly against you.

“Jake, please,” you plead, chest heaving a little. “He only called me that because I told him you did, and he thought it was sweet.”

He scoffs, unimpressed.

After a moment, you smile, taking his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing gently against his clenched jaw.

“I’m yours, Jake. Wholly and completely.”

He grunts, trying in vain to avoid your gaze. He knows he’s ultimately gonna cave (he always does when it comes to you).

You’re his, yes, but he is also yours.

You kiss him and that’s all it takes, his body melting against yours in defeat. His thigh returns to its earlier position between your legs, and you moan softly at the delicious pressure. Not long after, he has you writhing again, swallowing your whines and moans as he makes you come apart against the side of his car.

(And if, maybe, you later return the favor by letting him come down your throat, his hand buried in your hair, your name spilling breathlessly from between his lips, well, Jake thinks that’s only fair).

If you enjoyed this, please let me know! I appreciate every single reblog and/or comment. Thank you. 💖

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usmsgutterson · 2 years ago

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I want a love like the movies- give me a trope/character dynamic from this list, a song (or a specific lyric from a song that you want me to base it off of, or even a poem, anything that is seen as art is acceptable here) and a time of day. I’ll use that to write a fic with a minimum of 1k words.

kaz brekker with 29 (from the list) anddddd almost by hozier?? idk first song to pop into my head haha

Love- K.B x gn! reader

okay, this is the last of your requests and it's coming out on my official two year fic-iversary! I posted my first ever fic on maliciousbrekker two years ago to the day, and it's been a wonderfully wild ride in things ever since! No regrets with anything I've done here, honestly!

As for requests generally speaking, the goal is to have at least one more coming out over the weekend! My two year anniversary requests are taking precedent right now because I've been demotivated and haven't posted many of them, but after the two year anniversary requests are done, I'll go through my inbox and decide what I want to write vs what I don't and then I'll proceed and hopefully my requests will be open again by the date in my bio!

The prompt you chose was: reader/writer

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings-Kaz is probably a little ooc

"You and your books," Kaz observed as he came into your place. You lived in a flat not too far from the Barrel, one that was simultaneously within walking distance of the Crow Club and the Slat as well as Wylan and Jespers place.

You'd bought it to own it with a portion of your money from the ice court, spruced it up to your liking and saved a room to turn into a library. Bookshelves lined the walls, covered in every book you owned and organized to your preference.

You'd bought a desk for Kaz to use, and within it were countless heist plans, countless letters to Nina, Matthias, and Inej, and even a couple of the journals that Kaz had bought two years before but had only begun using in the weeks after the Ice Court job had been completed.

"I have my books and you have your heists, love," you said, shrugging as Kaz sat at the opposite end of the velvety couch you'd kept in the sitting room. "Everyone has their vices."

"How is it?" Kaz asked. You jabbed at each other for your hobbies occasionally, poked fun and delighted in the sounds of scoffs that eventually turned into barely amused laughter, but in the end, you cared about the other persons hobbies, too.

No matter how much you may have poked fun at Kaz and his love for unlined leatherback journals, for the expensive ink he purchased from a Fabrikator near the heart of the city, you always bought him the ink when you noticed he was running low before he did.

You bought him new leather journals when you saw one that he might've liked in a windowsil and bought him ones engraved as a gift on his birthday or during the holidays.

And, in turn, Kaz did the same. He bought you books from the authors you loved whenever he'd heard that a new one was releasing, took your most beloved books to a book binder when the covers were wearing out and the spines needed re-gluing.

He asked how you liked the books you were reading when he noticed you were reading a different one, bought you the books that your eyes lingered on whenever you'd see something in a bookshop window.

"It's good," you said. "How're the heist plans coming?"

"Decently enough," he responded. "A hundred thousand kruge per person on a seven person crew, if you're in?"

You grinned as you closed your book, looking at the cover for a moment.

"How convenient it is that you ask me to join you on a heist when the book I'm reading involves one."

"Is that your way of saying yes?"

You shot him a look, and he nodded. "Yeah. It's your way of saying yes."

You watched him stand, heading for your office, a pen, and one of his journals.

"Love you!" You called after him. You heard Kaz's amused laughter in response and smiled to yourself.

He didn't need to say it back for you to know he loved you in turn. If anything, he'd likely be the one to turn down the lamps and blow out the low-burning candles when he was done planning the heist he'd asked you in on.

He'd be the one to find you with a book in your lap, having told yourself "just one more chapter" even as your eyes were drooping and sleep was on its way

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year ago

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🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊🥰😊

wheels-of-despair's six-month fic-iversary emoji-bration

😃😍😃😍😃😍😃😍😃😍😃😍😃😍😃😍😃😍😃😍

...and in normal-person-speak, that means I published my first fic six months ago today, so I thought I might try doing a few emoji prompts to celebrate this life-changing milestone. 😂

So if you're into that kind of thing, send me one of my big three (Eddie, Ralph, Billy) and an emoji, and I'll attempt to write something short and probably fluffy. This super exclusive event (open to anons) will run from now 'til... idk, whenever I go to bed, I guess? Let's gooo!

😄😂😄😂😄😂😄😂😄😂😄😂😄😂😄😂😄😂😄😂

#six months of despair

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radiantlyrey · 1 year ago

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Like. Looking back over this list of things I want to accomplish, it's Very Obvious I am neck deep in TRON nonsense (TRONsense, if you will) at this moment in time. OH WELL. It's also obvious that I am being Extremely Optimistic about my writing abilities, but that's neither here nor there.... <__<

Just for example, here is what I want to do in the rest of June and also July:

Rest of June: - finish up the sequel to The Same, and Yet Different - edit/revise Aftershocks (aka TRON/Pacific Rim Crossover #1) - edit/revise The Outpost Chapter 14 - continue plotting out The Face in the Mirror (aka TRON Horror Fic) - brainstorm / begin prompt responses for TRON-iversary week on the TRON Discord

July: - finalize edits on Aftershocks and Outpost Chapter 14 - update The Outpost on AO3 with Chapter 14 on July 9 - post Aftershocks on AO3 on July 12 - edit/revise TSaYD sequel and post to AO3 when ready - finalize plots and plans for Face in the MIrror - try to finish Reel Recover Repeat (TRON/PacRim #2) - try to finish The Outpost Chapter 16, Scene 5

So...... yeah that's A Lot. Here's hoping I can get at least some of it done???

Trying to figure out my writing plans for the next few months and… it’s very much an “Oops! All TRON Fics!!” sort of situation I’m finding myself in………..

#yo ho yo ho a writer's life for me

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captain-apostrophe · 3 years ago

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Uhhhh is this where you ask for 650 words prompts? I'm sorrg I don't have tumblr I'm trying to figure it out. If this is wrong pls ignore me. As for the prompt jc/nhs or nmj/cj or nmj/lxc cottagecore setting (or similar) would be really jnteresting if they're soulmates but one of them is a ghost (who is maybe haunting somewhere bc secretly they're really romantic andupset over seemingly not having a soulmate) I know this is maybe abit of a crazy idea but it sounded nice in my head 😅

I don't know if I got this exactly as you might have intended, but I hope that you like it anyway, anon! And for the record yes, this is exactly where you ask for the 650-word prompts. Thanks for reading, anon! <3

(also on ao3, if you prefer to read there)

[Gen; NieLan; Cottagecore; Ghosts; Soulmates]

- Liebing -

The man who moved into Liebing's house was... unexpected. He was big - tall and broad, almost too big for the cottage - and scowling, with a neat mustache and his head partially shaved in some curious modern style. Liebing watched him duck through the kitchen doorway to deliver a box that was, helpfully, marked 'KITCHEN' on the side. The man's sleeves were pushed up and his arms were impressively muscled. Liebing watched shamelessly. It had been a long time since he'd had somebody so pretty to look at.

When he had company, the man was gruff. There was a brother who called the man dage, who met the man's grumpiness with teasing and laughter. Another, who also called the man dage but didn't look like a relative, who smiled enigmatically when the man frowned at him. Strangers called him sir and ran when he glared.

On his own, though, the man was sweet. He hummed tunelessly as he worked. Liebing watched from his shelf as the man learned to make bread (it took a few attempts but he seemed to enjoy kneading the dough, so it was never a total loss), as he seasoned a cast iron pan, as he set up a homemade spice rack and added to it each grocery run. Liebing watched his cooking experiments and delighted in seeing the expressions on the man's face when he tasted each meal.

And through the kitchen window Liebing could see the yard: he could see the man weeding the overgrown garden, fixing and repainting the rickety fence, chopping and stacking firewood. He watched the man offer scraps to a huge feral cat that more often than not clawed him for his trouble... but it came back more and more, scratched him less and less.

One day the man convinced the cat to let him shut it in a towel-lined box and take it away in his car. When they came back it had a collar and sometimes after that it came into the house. Liebing worried that it would jump up on his shelf, knock him down and break him, but the cat quickly became a spoiled, lazy thing. It liked to sprawl across the table and sleep there, no matter how many times the man chased it away.

The man sometimes came to look at the things on Liebing's shelf, the old things that belonged not to the owner but to the house, but it wasn't until he'd lived there for a year (Liebing watched the seasons change, through the window) that he actually touched any of it to do anything other than dust.

If Liebing had been capable of breath he would have held it, when the man picked him up from the shelf. Most people wouldn't go further than that, than turning him over curiously a few times before placing him back. But maybe, maybe...

The man hesitated, then laughed at himself, then placed Liebing against his lips and blew. The note that sounded was clear and beautiful and perfect. The unravelling of the spell felt like surfacing from deep underwater, rushing upwards toward light and warmth and air, and before the note ended he was free.

Xichen, no longer Liebing, returned to his body with the man's hands on his cheeks and the man's lips pressed against his lips. Magic tingled between them, making them both gasp, pulling them momentarily closer together - and then the man stumbled back and stared at him.

"Thank you," Xichen said, "and I'm sorry - I didn't mean to steal that kiss."

The man's eyes rolled back and he dropped in a quite dramatic faint.

Xichen sighed, and stepped around the man to offer his hand to the cat to sniff.

"I hope he won't hold that against me," he said.

The cat purred loudly in response; at least he would have company while he waited for his soulmate to wake up.

(and yes, the cat's name is of course Baxia)

#prompt fill #fic-iversary prompts #the untamed #fanfic #nielan #cottagecore #ghosts #soulmates #cap' writes

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himikochan · 2 years ago

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Costume Historian Weighing In

Hello my dudes I am drunk and I’m sharing costume history facts for fandom reasons

I see a lot of people referring to men’s shirts as chemises in Witcher Fics which isn’t exactly wrong but isn’t the most precise word you can use!!!

So Maybe I’ll Make A Whole Post About It but the Witcher Netflix really follows a lot of trends in Tudor-era fashion!!!

At the time, most of what we’d call shirts (as in, garments that were closest to the body and covered the chest and arms) were broadly referred to as shirts or smocks! They tended to be much longer than a modern shirt for men and women- they would go to mid-thigh or knee length and were usually tucked in between your legs (since what we call underwear wasn’t really a thing yet)

Commonly they laced at the neck or had a single hook/eye or button to close them! They did not have a modern buttoning placket or extensive lacing up the front and frequently had a little gusset sewn into the neck or underarm to increase your range of movement (pretty much all the pieces of a shirt were some kind of rectangle- front, back, collar/cuffs, gussets, and ruffles if you had one)

In many places, embroidery was a very very common decoration on a shirt! Typically motifs down the outside of the sleeve, collars/cuffs, and on the breast/chest of the front were desired! Embroidery along the bottom hem was less common. Black was a highly desirable color for embroidery- so desirable that there’s a whole school of embroidery motifs specifically for doing in black called “blackwork”- though red, gold, and other colors were sometimes used! Shirts were also embroidered in other places to decorate/close a hole in the fabric to extend the life of the garment!!!!

There are rarely hard and fast rules for historical clothing words: chemises TENDED to refer to women’s garments of this type, shirts TENDED to refer to men’s, and smocks could be use for either! But also I understand people using the word chemise to call to mind some kind of older shirt!!

Below I’ve included a page from the Tudor Tailor where you can see a few different variations of smocks!!!!

It’s my work-iversary tonight so stay tuned for me wearing a gown I plucked from the trash and drinking an entire bottle of champagne and cursing capitalism and art!!!

If you’d like to hear the rantings of a verifiable costume historian/designer/technician— send me a DM or whatever and I’ll respond to all your questions/prompts!!!

#clothes #clothing #clothing history #the witcher #me

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invisibleraven · 3 years ago

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Julie has always made her own Valentine's Day cards, Luke and Reggie are eager to take up the practice this year. Yet when the cards are exchanged, feelings come to light, but that's what the day is for isn't it?

AO3 link here!

I basically wrote this all yesterday because I wanted to write a Rukebox Valentine's fic. Based on prompts I found which included making your own Valentine's cards, and going a bit excessive with the decorating.

Happy Valentine's Day all!

Also, this is my one year anniversary of posting fic for this fandom, so happy fic-iversary to me!

Julie is sitting on the floor of the garage, surrounded by art supplies when Reggie and Luke poof in, chatting aimlessly, and she graces them with a smile as they flop back on Luke’s couch.

“Hey Jules, whatcha doing?” Luke asks, arms slung along the back of the couch, one almost around Reggie’s shoulders, but not quite.

“Making Valentine’s!” she replies, showcasing the hearts she had made, piles of lace, glitter and stickers in piles around her. “I know it’s kind of lame, but I love making them for the people I care about every year. Seems more meaningful than the boxed versions with various cartoon characters that I gave out as kids.”

“I always kind of loved those,” Reggie admits quietly. “I never had them to give out, so I had to make my own, and I was so jealous that all the other kids had cool Ninja Turtles and He-Man cards to hand out.”

“I loved your homemade cards Reg,” Luke says, bringing the boy in for a sideways hug. “They were special and unique, just like you. Way better than getting the same Smurfs or Care Bears card over and over again.”

“I always like the homemade ones more, I made them every year with my mom, but then I made hers on my own, and even when it was a mess of glue and glitter, she treasured each and every one. I think they’re still stored away in a box somewhere, just like the ones she made for me are,” Julie interjects. “Do you guys want to make some too? I mean, I know you can only really give them to each other…”

“Well, we can make them for your family and Flynn too!” Luke says, and sits on the floor, reaching for the bright pink paper, and pulling Reggie down alongside him. “I’m gonna use this to make one for Alex!”

“Don’t hog all the pink, I wanna make one for Alex too!” Reggie protests, the two of them playfully shoving each other as Julie rolls her eyes despite the fond smile on her face. Boys.

Later, when Julie is eating with her family, Luke and Reggie are still happily glueing and cutting away. Julie had finished her cards, and told them they could have fun with the rest of her supplies, and they had taken the message to heart. Yes, they had made cards, but also enough decorations for the studio to make it look like a Hallmark store threw up there. The two of them had resolved to make it a Valentine’s Day that Julie would always remember.

Alex poofed in and stopped when he saw the hearts bedecking every surface, and the glittery mess that his bandmates were currently in. “What the hell happened in here?”

“We wanted to decorate the studio to surprise Julie for Valentine’s Day!” Reggie says, beaming proudly, despite the line of red paint that streaks across his cheekbone.

“We still have some stuff left if you wanna make a card for Willie,” Luke said with a waggle of his eyebrows. Alex scowled, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing some of the supplies to start on a mushy card for his boyfriend.

“DId you guys make cards for everyone?” he asks.

“Yup!” Reggie exclaims. “Well, we made ones for Ray, Flynn, TÍa, and Carlos from the three of us, so you can put your name on those if you want. But we’re making individual ones for Julie, and for each other, of course.”

Alex isn’t sure he wants to put his name on the surefire disasters of cards that Luke and Reggie made for Julie’s family, but he finds they are understated and sweet, and happily scribbles his signature on them. He also makes cards for Luke and Reggie, but when he glances over, notices they have gone a bit more excessive on their cards to each other. Alex smirks, hoping this means they would finally figure out how crazy they were about one another.

Alex is giving the finishing touches to his card for Julie when he looks at Luke and Reggie again, who are also working on cards for Julie, and they are taking the utmost care to make them beautiful and heartfelt. Oh, Alex didn’t see that coming. Okay, with Luke, he totally did, it was really obvious how the guitarist felt about Julie, and he was sure it would end with someone heartbroken given the nebulous nature of their existence and his latent feelings for Reggie. But Reggie also having a thing for Julie? Alex hadn’t clocked that at all.

But then… Alex recalled Reggie likening Julie to an angel more than once, the way they looked at each other during their Orpheum performance, the way Reggie lit up whenever Julie walked into the studio. Maybe it had been obvious from the start, and no one had really seen it. He nudges Reggie, nodding his head towards the card the bassist is working on. “Nice card.”

Reggie flushes pink, ducking his head. “Oh well, I wanted to do something special for Julie, because she’s so special. I mean, she brought us back to life, or at least, sort of did, nothing more special than that!”

Alex looks at the card, the simple heart that Reggie had signed it with, the less than platonic message above it. “You know it’s okay if you like her right?” Alex whispered, but Luke was off in his own little world, tongue stuck out between his teeth as he drew music notes around the edge of his card. “Or the both of them, even.”

Reggie’s eyes flew to Luke, then to Alex, then down to the card before him. “I… I didn’t mean to… And it’s not like either one of them… Maybe I should remake my cards.”

Alex grabbed Reggie’s hands in his before he could tear up the Valentine’s for Luke and Julie. “Reg, no. Even if they don’t feel the same way, isn’t it better that they know? We have a second chance now, don’t waste it by hiding how you feel. You never know…”

Reggie nodded, and left the cards in his pile, but reached for the paper once more, and Alex sighed. He had plans to spend Valentine’s with Willie, but he had a feeling he might be spending at least part of it nursing Reggie’s broken heart.

Valentine’s falls on a Monday that year, which Julie thinks is a stupid day to celebrate, but she supposes people with partners probably did stuff the weekend before anyways. Though that doesn’t stop every couple she knows from making out in the hallways or exchanging gifts, and frankly, Julie is sick of the scent of roses by second period. At least Flynn appreciates the card that Julie made her, and the one from the guys makes her laugh, and they resolve to have a Galentine’s day that weekend, after Flynn has finished her Bio project due this week. Julie had already given her family their cards this morning, as Tia was driving them to school today, given her dad had an early morning shoot.

Ray’s eyes had been watery as he accepted the card, remembering how Rose had always encouraged the children to make their own, and then presented him with something flowery that she made him. Of course, neither Julie nor Carlos needed to know that their mother had written naughty messages on those cards in Spanish, and he always ensured they were hidden away by the time the kids could read the language anyways. Julie’s message was more saccharine, but with sincere thanks for his support over the past year as she found herself, and for accepting the boys into their lives. Sure, living with ghosts took some adjusting, but Ray had come to love those boys as his own, and wasn't surprised to find a card from the three of them sitting on his dashboard when he left that morning.

Carlos had pretended to be put off by all the lovey dovey stuff, but he did smile at the puns the card from the band was full of, and even timidly gave Julie the card he had made her, though he quickly squirmed out of the hug she bestowed on him. Julie wondered if the boys had made her a card, but since they had told her they would have a surprise for her after school and to not come into the garage until then, she figured she would get her cards then.

Only when Julie gets home, and enters the studio, she is not prepared for the barrage of pink and red that is covering almost every surface. There are hearts hanging off the chairs on the ceiling, on every spindle of the loft balcony, one covering the band logo on Alex’s drums, plus all over the walls and even the guys’ guitars. On the table there are various packages of candy and chocolates, which she really hopes they got someone to buy for them and didn’t steal the large amount of confectionery, but she figured that was a slim chance, since they were kind of admitted shoplifters during their living years. Of course, they justified it by claiming they had been teenage runaways living in a garage surviving off tips, and big corporations didn’t feel it, but Julie still wasn’t a fan of the stealing, even if it was a necessity at the time.

Yet even as Julie lets her eyes adjust to the overwhelming amount of decorations, she doesn’t see her band. “Hey guys?” she calls out, but there’s no answer, no displacement of air as they poof in, nothing. “Guys! Where are you?”

The door to the garage opens, and Julie spins around to see Alex, smiling wide and looking a little ruffled. His hand looks to be holding someone else’s, so Julie figures Willie is with him. Despite all her weird ghost powers, she still can’t see the skateboarder, not unless he wants to be seen, and soon he slowly shimmers into view, waving at her. “Hey Julie! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Same to you two,” Julie replies, digging out the cards she had made for them, which Willie claims is ‘sick’ and Alex grins at the little drum set she had etched onto his. They hand her the cards they made for her, and Julie melts at the sweet words on both of them. “Thanks guys, this is so nice! Now, where are the other two, I have cards for them as well!”

“I think they’re out getting one more last minute thing for the studio, they should be back soon,” Alex replied. “We’re heading out though, going to sneak into the new rom com playing downtown and then to the botanical gardens for a walk. Don’t wait up!” With that they poof away, and Julie hopes they have a good night, and sits herself on the couch to await Luke and Reggie, helping herself to some of the cinnamon hearts while she does.

Before Julie knows it Luke and Reggie are poofing in, grinning widely when they catch sight of her. They both have their hands behind their backs, and when Julie tries to peer around them, they urge her to sit back down and wait. First, Luke pulls out a bouquet of dahlias, bright reds and pinks.

"I know roses are traditional for Valentine's, but these are your favourites, so I figured you'd appreciate them more," he says shyly, a faint blush on his cheeks, bottom lip being sucked into his mouth. Julie takes the blooms tenderly, letting their subtle scent fill her senses. After a day of being assaulted by the smell of roses, she’s grateful for the reprieve, and touched that they remembered that she loved dahlias.

Reggie is next, his blush rivalling the colour of the flowers as he hands her a plush ghost toy. Wearing a purple bow and holding a soft looking pink heart. Julie squeezes it tight, loving how soft and squishy it is. Sure, as a teenager, she’s probably too old for stuffed animals, but this one is adorable, and she is going to find it a place of honour in her room, if not on her bed. “Oooh it’s so cute! Thank you guys!” She drops the toy and gathers them both into a hug, before they sit on either side of her.

“Time for cards?” Luke asks, tossing a candy heart into the air and catches it with ease. “Bleh, I always forget these taste like chalk.” He grabs one of the chocolate kisses from the table, and smiles as the flavour melts over his tongue. “Ahh, much better, so glad being tangible lets us eat again.”

Julie giggles at that, stealing the next chocolate he reaches for and eating it with gusto, then tossing one to Reggie who chews it slowly, as if he’s savouring it. Luke had told her once that Reggie grew up not getting a lot of love or attention from his parents, and Julie supposes that extended to treats like chocolate, meaning Reggie was going to enjoy it when he could. She resolves to find him the biggest candy bar she can for his upcoming birthday, and make sure he knows he doesn’t have to share one bite of it.

Luke passes out his cards first, they are trimmed with lace, covered with glitter, and though he tried to be as neat as possible, his writing is still messy and so perfectly Luke that Julie had to hold back a laugh. There are music notes doodles all over them both, and when she looks, they form the melody to Nat King Cole’s ‘When I Fall In Love’, a standard that she had seen her parents dance to a million times, a memory she had shared with the boys one rainy afternoon as they broke out her dad’s record collection. When the song came on, Luke had asked her to dance, and the two of them had swayed together before Reggie cut in, dancing with both her and Luke, the three of them dissolving into giggles when Luke’s attempt to dip Reggie ended up with them in a collapsed pile on the floor. It had been one of Julie’s favourite days in the past few months, and she was obviously not the only one who treasured the memory.

Reggie looked at his card from Luke, and he was sure he had to be hallucinating when he read the words. ‘When I fall in love, it will be forever… and I want that forever to be with you Reggie. Love Luke’. He looked at Luke, hands trembling, “Forever?”

“And ever Reg, if you want that.”

“But.. Julie…” That was when Reggie looked at the card Julie was holding, noticing that there was a similar message on hers. She is smiling at Luke, tears in her eyes.

“I’m good with forever.” She gives a little cough, and then turns to Reggie, “Your cards next?”

Reggie looks away from her bright eyes for a moment, then holds up a finger, poofing up to the loft and then back down, handing them both large ornate cards, ignoring the plain envelopes that he had originally had sitting in front of him. If Luke could be brave enough to say he wanted them both forever, well Reggie could be brave as well. Even if Julie didn’t feel the same way, he still had Luke to love, and Julie as his friend. He hands Luke his card first, biting his lip and twisting his fingers together nervously.

Luke looks at the card, confused for a second ‘Rg + Lu = Lv’ it says, and Luke is about to ask what it means when Julie leans over and giggles. “It’s a chemistry equation. Reggie, I thought you said you were bad at science!”

“He is,” Luke said. “But I get it now. Reggie plus Luke equals love. Because we have chemistry together. Reggie, you dork, I love you too.”

Julie didn’t really get it, but the way Reggie lit up at Luke’s declaration made her uncaring that the card didn’t really make sense to her, it was the sentiment that counted. Reggie then handed her the card he had made for her, two hearts put together to look like the wings of a butterfly, and the message was in Spanish, though Julie had to wonder who had helped Reggie with that part, and she had her suspicions it was her dad. ‘Mi mariposa por favor sé mÍa y acepta mi amor eterno’

Julie looked up at Reggie, and cupped his burning cheek. She had always suspected that Reggie had a thing for her, just the way he could never fully hide his heart eyes, the way he always tried to make her laugh, even when he was feeling down himself. “Mi corazón, si para siempre si. Te amaré por siempre.”

Reggie’s hand gently covered hers, and he nuzzled into it, letting his eyes close. “I don’t understand much Spanish, but I got the gist of that.”

Luke sniffled back his tears, and swiped at his eyes. He had hoped that when he made his cards for Julie and Reggie that they may end up here, but he had no idea how much better it would be. He just knew his heart was theirs, completely and utterly, and it looks like the feelings were all mutual. They could all be together, no one left out or hurt, no one broken hearted, just happy together, as it should be. “Julie, come on, your cards and then we can turn on whatever sappy movie you want.”

Julie looked at him, almost rolling her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her feelings. “And what if I want to spend the evening cuddling and maybe kissing my new boyfriends?”

Luke gulped audibly, and glanced at Reggie whose eyes were glazing over at the thought of kissing Julie. “I-I would be okay with that too.”

“Good,” Julie said, and leaned over, pressing a quick peck to his lips, pulling away quickly with a giggle and did the same to Reggie before handing them the cards she had made. Reggie then looked over at Luke, and with a conspiratorial grin at Julie, leaned over her to press a lightning fast kiss to Luke’s lips before returning to his spot. Luke sat there for a moment, then shook his head, and took in the card Julie had given him. It was a large heart, covered with lyrics to a sweet love song, written for three voices, and Luke knew it would be a big hit for them.

“It’s beautiful Jules, I love it. I love you,” Luke said, bringing their mouths together for another kiss. He sucked her bottom lip in between his, then let it go before swiping at her mouth with his tongue, absorbing the taste of her, pressing kiss after kiss to her before pulling away gently. Her lips were still puckered and he dove back in for one last, lingering kiss before sitting back, grinning when she blinked at him, smiling shyly with the prettiest flush to her cheeks.

“Do I get one of those too?” Reggie asked, all cheek. Luke rolled his eyes, but Julie shimmied out of the way, letting Luke pull Reggie in, their kiss harder and fiery from the start. Hair was being pulled, teeth were nipping and catching, and tongues were caressing. Julie felt the need to fan herself, because she didn’t know how she was going to survive being front row center for this, but oh what an amazing way to go. Eventually the boys broke apart, and Reggie looked dazed, Luke looking overly pleased.

“Good enough for you babe?”

“Y-yeah, good,” Reggie stammered, finally picking up the card Julie had made for him. ‘My dearest cowboy, please know my love for you is wider than the open plain. Let’s ride into the sunset together.’ Below that was a simple country love song, written for a banjo and fiddle, with a postscript saying that Julie would learn the instrument one of these days so they could do that country album eventually.

“Julie…” Reggie said, overwhelmed. “Te amo… did I say that right?”

“Si, corazón, perfecto, simplemente perfecto.” Julie then flicked a strand of hair off his forehead, cupping his cheek once more. Bringing his lips to hers, the softest, sweetest kiss that could ever exist. But then Reggie was cupping her cheek, bringing them tighter together, dipping his tongue past her lips, devouring her mouth, and Julie could only whimper as she let herself be consumed by his kiss. He was smirking as he pulled away, looking self satisfied, and Julie couldn’t blame him, because damn that had been one hell of a kiss.

“Well Happy Valentine’s Day to me,” she said when she regained her breathing. “Movie time?”

“And more kisses?” Luke asked, breaking out his puppy dog eyes.

“Definitely more kisses,” Reggie said with a leer at them both.

They spent the night, snuggled together watching movies, exchanging kisses, and then eventually, falling asleep all on top of one another. Ray ached to see his little girl, now grown, but he was happy that she had found people who loved her. Good, smart, kind people. Sure it was a bit unconventional, but Ray Molina had never been one to play by the rules. So even though it was a school night, he left Julie to sleep entangled in the embrace of Luke and Reggie, soft smiles on their swollen lips. He simply pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads before turning out the light. “Buenas noches, niños, y feliz día de San Valentín.”

And if Ray heard three sleepy voices echo the sentiment back as he headed up the stairs, well, that was okay too.

#my stuff #fanfic #writing #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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megalodont · 4 years ago

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Can I get a uhhhh number one with ChengXuan? <3

heck yes you can! one chengxuan The Mummy (1999) au coming right up! (from cap’s fic-iversary prompt list) ~ “It’s another bird,” Wanyin called down from his precarious perch. He was balanced on the narrow ledge above an ornate tomb entrance, torch gripped in one hand and the other clinging to crack in the stone. “Well that narrows it down,” Zixuan grumbled. “What kind of bird?” “Do I look like an ornithologist to you? It’s a bird! It’s half rubbed off anyway.” Zixuan pinched his brow. “Any identifying characteristics at all?” “It’s got a...baby little wing on it.” “A quail chick?” Zixuan only received a shrug and gripped his hair in despair. “You are useless. Why did you even drag me on this stupid mission? I’m dirty and hot and you can’t even describe a damned bird to me!” “This wasn’t solely my idea asshole, you wanted to ‘discover new archaeological treasures’!” “Well I never will if ‘just a bird’ is the best you can do! Fuck it, I’m coming up.” “Fuck no, your clumsy ass will definitely fall, and if you break your neck this will all have been for nothing! Oi!” But Zixuan was already climbing. His fine clothes were dusty and torn, so he ignored the way the rough stone dragged against them as he dug his toes into the bricks and hauled himself up. “Stop, Zixuan, I’m serious you’ll really fall!” Wanyin’s voice had gained an edge of true fear, but Zixuan ignored it along with the widening gap between him and the floor. It was no different than climbing one of the ladders at the university library, he told himself, wincing as his soft hands were scraped raw. “Shit, give me your hand you idiot!” Wanyin snapped, and Zixuan raised his gaze to see him crouched on the narrow ledge, one hand outstretched. Zixuan clung nervously to the wall and stared at it. Wanyin wriggled his fingers impatiently and Zixuan winced, fighting his instincts to peel one hand from the stone and place it in his. Without warning Wanyin pulled, hard, Zixuan squeaking in shock and fear and his balance was changed, his life dangling from Wanyin’s grip. Breathing hard Zixuan found purchase with his boots, scrambling up beside his companion. “There,” he panted, shooting Wanyin a haughty look for having the audacity to doubt that he, a librarian, couldn’t climb a sheer wall barehanded. Wanyin rolled his eyes and let go of his hand, though they remained pressed together by necessity. “Fine. Hurry up and read, then.” He raised the torch.

“Muut pu khat,” he read. The torchlight flickered in Wanyin’s dark eyes. He always got a certain look when Zixuan spoke in Egyptian. “‘Death is the beginning’.” Their faces were so close together Zixuan found himself speaking in an undertone. Suddenly Wanyin frowned, and reached out to pluck something from Zixuan’s hair. They both peered at it. It appeared to be a small fragment of stone. Zixuan blinked as another landed on Wanyin’s shoulder. Slowly, they both looked up. An enormous crack snaked from the ceiling down the wall they were braced against, others spiderwebbing off it as they watched. “....oh dear.” The wall collapsed, dragging them with it. Zixuan’s stomach dropped out, and before he knew it he was underwater. The shock of it drove the breath from his lungs, and he hung there, stunned, until rough hands grabbed him under the arms and dragged him to the surface. Zixuan gasped and spluttered as he clung desperately to Wanyin with his arms and legs. The other man was gripping a grate in the wall of the deep pit they’d fallen into, clearly the source of all the water. “Fuck,” Wanyin gritted. “Shit. I don’t suppose that says something useful, like ‘this way out’, does it?” Zixuan turned his head to see a line of glyphs carved in the stone, and felt his heart stand still. “Define useful.” “Why? What does it say?” “Sahti kher messekhu.” Zixuan swallowed. “‘Beware of crocodiles’.”

#jiang cheng #jin zixuan #chengxuan #mdzs #the untamed #mdzs fic #featuring real egyptian bc i took it at uni #and no read more bc tumblr would let me #paris writes #captain-apostrophe

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starrconch · 3 years ago

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6 MONTH BLOG-IVERSARY EVENT

★ I cannot believe that this blog has been up for a whole 6 months now! The time has flown past I can't thank you enough for all of your support and interactions in this time, you've made these past 6 months the best! ♡

★ In honour of this occasion, I have put together a list of hand-picked prompts from various prompt lists (linked at the bottom of the prompt list) for you to choose from and request!

★ This event will be closing a week from now: 29th of October at around 4pm BST

★ Master List

★ Prompt List

★ Currently → CLOSED

RULES ↓

★ Pick one prompt and up to two characters! You can also specify who says the line (reader or character) and what situation/ scenario is happening. If you don't, I will decide for myself.

★ Some lines may be changed ever so slightly to suit the character / situation

★ Reader will be automatically GN unless female or male is specified.

★ If I see a duplicate request, I will link your ask back to the fic I posted

★ I write for Diluc, Jean, Amber, Lisa, Kaeya, Albedo, Sucrose, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Rosaria, Chongyun, Noelle, Bennett, Keqing, Xingqiu, Kazuha, Razor, Ayaka, Yoimiya, The Raiden Shogun, Scaramouche, Thoma, Sara and Gorou.

★ As to not overwhelm myself and instead of limiting the requests I take in, I will be doing the requests that I'm most inspired to do, which might mean that not all requests sent in will get done. Also, if the rules in this post aren't followed, I will not do your request :)

#genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin scaramouche #genshin diluc #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin kaeya #genshin thoma #genshin gorou #starrconch

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lavellenchanted · 7 years ago

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Happy blog-iversary!! For the fic prompt: steggy vs. sports (whichever direction you'd like to take that lol)

Personally, Steve blamed Tony.

It was, after all, Tony who had made the harmlessly intended but in retrospect rather tactless remark that cricket was played by upper class English twits in pyjamas who only pretended to understand the rules. And it was Sam who had added with a chuckle, “Right, wasn’t it Robin Williams who said cricket’s baseball on valium?”

But - perhaps because she expected nothing less of Tony, and because Sam was just quoting someone else - it was Steve laughing that made Peggy swing round, eyes narrowing, to tell them archly that cricket wasn’t just a sport, it was a tradition and older than their entire country.

“At the very least,” she said shortly, “you might respect it for actually being played worldwide, unlike the World Series of another sport I might mention.”

Apparently she hadn’t been convinced by Steve’s assurance that he did, in fact, respect cricket, because in the days since their apartment had been the setting of something that Steve thought might be akin to what living through the Cold War must have been like.

On Sunday, Peggy had very pointedly spent the afternoon watching a match between England and Australia while she carefully re-painted her nails. Steve had watched a little with her, in an attempt at reconciliation, but after two innings Peggy caught him scrolling through updates from a game between the Cubs and the Giants.

“Come on, Peg, it’s not that I don’t like cricket,” Steve said, “I just, you know, find baseball more exciting.”

Needlessly to say, it wasn’t the best of apologies.

On Monday he had come home to find a copy of Cricket for Dummies on his pillow, with several pages helpfully bookmarked.

On Tuesday, his pyjamas had all been replaced with cricket whites.

(Really, in some ways he had to give Peggy credit to committing so completely to this feud.)

But today was too much.

Steve stared as Peggy came to sit with him to watch the Mets game, and it took several moments to collect himself before the power of speech came back. Finally, he leaned forward, setting his drink on the table, and said in a voice thick with outrage, “Are you wearing a Yankees uniform?”

“Yes,” Peggy said airily, “I think it looks rather good, don’t you?”

“The Yankees, Peggy. This is is low.”

She gave him a flat stare, her lips curled into a sweet but utterly insincere smile. “Now, darling. It’s not that I don’t like the Mets. I just find the Yankees more exciting.”

A muscle twitched in Steve’s jaw.

“Are you really this upset?”

There was a pause.

“I used to play cricket with my brother and his friends. They kicked up a fuss about playing with a girl at first, but I was a better batsman than all of them, so they changed their minds pretty quickly. My father took Michael and me to matches on weekends. We took it very seriously.” Peggy glanced at him, and her smile this time was genuine and a little sheepish. “Maybe I went a bit far.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Maybe?”

“Alright, alright, I definitely did. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. And I’m sorry for insulting the noble tradition of cricket.”

Peggy laughed, then her smile became more playful and she nodded at the television. “Why don’t I make it up to you? Every time the Mets score, I’ll take part of this uniform off.”

“Now that,” Steve said, leaning forward to kiss her, “I find very exciting.”

#steve rogers #peggy carter #steve x peggy #steggy #thank you!#I stared at this for like two days because I know absolutely nothing about sports of any kind #also browsing AO3 told me that people seem to think Steve would be a Mets fan #and that Mets fans don't like the Yankees #I don't know ANYTHING about this #so I hope that's true #otp: the right partner #my fic #thesokovianaccords

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year ago

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Okay, so...July 11th is the anniversary (or the fic-iversary, if you will~) of the first fic i posted in the OI fandom (and also the first one I'd written in 6 years lol) and I was thinking of doing some kind of celebration or something, maybe with drabbles. Is that something y'all would be interested in? I never do these kinds of things because I just assume no one cares enough to participate (which is totally fine btw lol) so if you would, please let me know by voting below:

If you're not interested in this, that's okay, no hard feelings. Please don't feel bad voting that way if you don't care, I'd really prefer to have honest answers so I know I'm not wasting my time lol.

If you have any additional thoughts/comments, please feel free to let me know. 😊

Thanks guys 💖

#i'd say feel free to reblog but idk that anyone other than my followers would care about this lmao #i guess if you wanna reblog go ahead #either way thanks for voting

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sunflowerseedsandscience · 7 years ago

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Hi!! I love you, your page and your fic game is ridiculous!! I was just wondering, I'm writing a fanfic, and I eventually want to publish. Where would be a good place to do so, so that the fandom can see it? Thanks, love you and congrats our your fic-iversary!!! Xxxx :)

Hi! Thank you for reading!!! I’m sure there are a dozen ways to go about this, but I post all of my fic to both Tumblr and to AO3. On Tumblr, you need people to share your work in order to gain new readers, so if you don’t have followers yet, the best way to start (I think) is to share other people’s fic, to reach out to them and start conversations, and to get to know people. Make sure to tag your fics appropriately (X-Files, xfiles fanfic, msr fanfic, and so on) so that people browsing those tags can find it.

In addition, @leiascully regularly posts writing prompts and reblogs the responses. And @xfficchallenges posts writing challenges with different themes. Plus, @txf-fic-write-in (started by the lovely @lepus-arcticus) is a new thing where we have a night when all of us meet in a chat room, share writing tips and methods, and do different writing exercises.

On AO3, I think that a really good summary is the key- at least, I know that that’s what generally gets me to read a new fic. (And then I get excited, and then I write a super-shouty all-caps post on tumblr linking to the new fic, and if we’re lucky, the author sees it and comes and joins us in our fic writing insanity over here.)

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year ago

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Alright, that's a wrap on the emoji prompts... for now.

I had a lot of fun with them, so we'll definitely be doing that again.

Thanks, everyone who sent something in for wheels-of-despair's six-month fic-iversary emoji-bration! Those 11 asks netted over 3k words, which I would've laughed at 6 months ago. No way I ever thought I'd be capable of pumping that out, on demand, in the course of 2 days. (Or that people, plural, would care about stuff I wrote. 😂)

All the blurbs have been added to the character masterlists.

(The Eddie Masterlist also has Evil Woman in order now, btw!)

ICYMI:

Eddie: 🔪 - Worst Baby-Sitter in the World 🥺 - Ugh, Fine! 🧝‍♀️ - Yes, My Queen 🐈 - Eddie's Familiar 🎢 - Traveling Death Trap

Ralph: 🥶 - Snow Day 🍆 - Trying New Things 🍫 - One of Everything 💋 - Marking Your Territory

Billy: 👽 - Aliens 🦦 - You Otter Know

#thoughts of despair #six months of despair

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your-modern-shakespeare · 8 years ago

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Fanfiction Recommendations

4/26/17: Hey guys! So I know that I am actually the worst, but school is currently ruining my life and I have two weeks worth of finals to get ready for (like my finals week has been split into two). Also I know that I have been out for a while now and I have tried to update things but I have just designed the costumes for a show here at school and it has literally caused me to be at school 14-15 hours a day, for the past three weeks. SO I am mentally and physically exhausted. So what does this mean? I am taking some time off from writing (just until the 10th of May). That being said I will try and post a weekly fic rec list so that you guys can enjoy the awesome blogs that I read from every night before I go to bed.

As you will notice, I’m a binger and love reading series. Also, for some reason I don’t have a lot of Marvel reads, which means that I am slacking on the following of marvel blogs. So if you know any I would love some recommendations. (I promise that these are things that I have been reading for a long time, the next list will probably be much shorter)

Dean x Reader

Imagine Sam and Dean Finding Your Daughter Trying to Make Breakfast by @teamfreewill-imagine

Lies and Family Ties (One-Shot) by @greezyscumbag - Mary tells Dean that the reader cheated on him to stop him finding out about her (Mary) stealing from Ramiel.

Time for A Wedding (One-Shot) by @effie-w - You’ve hunted with the Winchesters since practically all your life, which makes you a co-protagonist in the supernatural books. There aren’t too many problems with that until you find out that Becky ships you and Sam together. And she’s loud about this particular hobby too, so loud in fact that your longtime boyfriend Dean might not stand her very much. But, whatever, right? Ships are harmless, or they are usually. They’re not anymore when she decides it’s time for hers to become canon, with a long-awaited (in her opinion) wedding

The Prince and the Huntress (Series) by @skymoonandstardust - so I just tagged her masterlist because she’s amazing and for this recommendation specifically, it’s a prince dean!AU, you can’t go wrong with that.

Sam x Reader

Imagine Sam waiting to hear you made it out of surgery okay… by @plaidstiel-wormstache

Imagine your daughter asking you about Sam’s scar by @teamfreewill-imagine

Castiel x Reader

All of Me (One-Shot) by @webcricket - “1st Cas-iversary Celebration drabble request by @ire-art-blog – “I was thinking of a drabble it can be smutty or nah but a castiel x reader where the reader has tattoos or even kinda goth.” Did you read my mind? Cause I’ve had a wing tattoo idea fluttering about my skull (and inspiration pics cluttering my desktop) for weeks! It’s pure fluff.“

Just Shut Up and Kiss Me (One-Shot) by @casbabydontgoineedyou - a super cute kissing Castiel blurb

Jensen x Reader

Undeniable Heat (Series) by @katymacsupernatural - You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Forward (Series) by @blacktithe7 - Being a single father was never Jensen’s plan, but when his wife unexpectedly passes away just months after giving birth to their little girl, that is exactly what he becomes. His life has been about nothing but his daughter for years. Now Gen and Jared think it’s time for him to move on, and they may know just the right girl to help him do it. Jensen is not so sure. Will he give it a shot? Or will the ghost of his dead wife make him ruin what could possibly be the best thing to ever happen to him and his family?

You’re Not my Wife (One Shot) by @bringmesomepie56 - drunk Jensen one shot

Out of the Park (Series) by @iwantthedean - Seventy years after the initial opening of the All-American Girls’ Professional Baseball League, several MLB team owners have invested together in a tributary women’s league. The deal is for one season, but hundreds of women across the country are vying for the sixty-four spots available. Jensen Ackles was a star player in the MLB, until a cheap move by a base-runner landed him on the DL. Always arrogant and slightly cranky anyway, his new assignment as coach for one of the women’s baseball teams is not an idea he is fond of. Can you take a chance and make a lifetime dream come true? Can Jensen stop fighting against the path his life is taking? Will leaning on each other lead to relationship neither of you wanted or planned on?

Jared x Reader

Love Triumphs All (Series) by @katymacsupernatural- Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

The Contest (Series) by @winchesterprincessbride - To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Misha x Reader

Love at First Video (Series) by @katymacsupernatural (If you haven’t caught on I love this blog)- You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Mark x Reader

Your British Knight (Series) (I just found out there were other parts!) by @nothin-after-79 - Is still seriously one of my favorite reads but now with a summary: Thanks to an embarassing accident at the gym, the reader meets Mark Sheppard. Despite a stalker ex and her crazy family, he becomes her knight in shining armor and he falls in love with everything about her including her drug fueled and not so easy past. A story loosely based on the author's real life.

Bucky x Reader

P.S. I Love You (Short Series) by @kittenwritesstuff - When your husband, Tony, dies, you are convinced that your life ended along with his. On the day of your 30th birthday you receive a surprise from Tony and with every letter from him, you start to learn how to live on your own - based on a plot of ‘P.S. I love you’ for @stories-from-stark-tower‘s 3K Celebration Movie AU Challenge.

Chris Evans x Reader

First Steps (One Shot) by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing - “This is my entry for @paigeinastory’s Country Song Fic/Sentence Prompt Challenge. I had two prompts. The first was the song Dan + Shay - From the Ground Up and the other was the sentence: “Would you like children someday?”

Also, if you want to read anything written by me here is my MASTERLIST. The last two fics that I have written may not be on here, but if you have a problem finding anything just let me know. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!

#fanfiction recommendations #fanfic rec #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #mini hiatus #school sucks #i'm trying #recommendati #marvel fanfiction #actor fanfiction

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