#one year celebration

[the-kr8tor]

Can I please have Cardamom and ❣️??

So basically Hobie brown and reader are spider people, and they haven’t seen each other for like a looot of time. So then, Hobie decides to sneak in and he’s just so smitten by reader that he’s just a lovesick puppy for her

So yeah, thank you!!!

Thank you for requesting! I was giggling while writing this lol

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, established relationship, spider person! Reader, lovestruck! Hobie. Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

When Hobie heard through the grapevine full of gossiping spider people that you've finally come back after a month-long mission in a dimension where the only difference is that garlic didn't exist, he half sprinted all the way from the other side of the society towards the infirmary. He can already sense your presence through the door as he practically rips it from its hinges.

With the back of the door banging on the wall, doctor spider groans audibly, eyes rolling when he hears Hobie's roaring voice echo throughout the busy clinic as he calls for you.

“Your lover boy's here.” Doctor spider says monotonously while he rips away the bp machine from your arm before you launch yourself at Hobie. “Doesn't he know that he's not allowed inside yet?”

“Hobs!” You sit up, ignoring a certain doctor. Clutching your side but despite the throbbing ache, you make grabby hands at the very happy Spider-Man bounding towards you.

“Love!” He weaves around fellow spider people expertly, dodging their hands, and their yells telling him that he's not allowed inside the busy clinic just yet. His eyes are glued on you while you sit on the cot; warm hands already upon his own the second he reaches you. “Fuckin' ‘ell, who did this to you?” His smile falters as he sees the various gashes on you, some are still fresh and angry on your precious skin.

“I'm fine,” you flex your battered fingers around his palm, thumbs rubbing along his life line. “Nothing I can't handle.”

He tips your face to the side gently with his index, wincing when he sees stitches just below your ear. “What happened ‘ere?”

“Got too close to Doc's arms. Don't worry, he looks way worse than I do.” You take his wrist, flipping and placing it atop your thigh while you flip away at the hem of his glove to massage along his tensed muscle. His concerned eyes continue to scan you for injuries, frown deepening with every bandage and bruise. Sighing, you reach for his cheeks, poking each of them playfully. “Hobie, I'm good, and I'm home in one piece. C’mon, you must have stories to tell that I've missed while I was gone.”

His soft smile returns, arms reaching for your waist, rhythmically tapping your hip carefully; a nervous tick of his. With a chuckle, you let him in your space, half hugging you as he rests in the middle of your legs, back half bent, and forehead pressed atop your shoulder as he breaths you in. Soot and all.

“We found out that Gwen's allergic to peanuts in the worst way.” He finally says after a moment of languishing in your presence.

“Oh shit, is she okay?” Rubbing his back, you can see that doctor spider has had enough from Hobie's ‘intrusion’, he walks towards you, clipboard and stethoscope in hand. You wonder if he's about to use it as a weapon.

“Yeah—” he senses the doctor stalking behind him. Before he could get a word in and kick Hobie out, in one swift movement, Hobie pulls the curtains closed around your cot. “Where were we?” You can hear the disgruntled doctor huffing behind the curtains.

Chuckling, you cradle his face in your hands, thumb ghosting over his lip piercing. “I think we were about to be on doctor spider's shit list because you were about to ask me to come home with you.” You smugly say with a scrunch of your nose.

Hobie grins lopsidedly, lips reaching for the pads of your thumb to press a quick kiss on it. God, you've missed that. You missed him. “I didn't know you were clairvoyant, lovie.” He lifts you up carefully, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you at his front. His arms are tucked around you, careful of your injuries. “I've been growin’ garlic for you in the garden.”

You sigh longingly, eyes focused on him and not the angry Miguel silhouette behind the curtains. “I love you.”

“You're about to love me more.”

With a peck just below your jaw, Hobie opens the portal to home and jumps in before Miguel could even finish yelling his name.

[fayes-fics]

1st Birthday / 2k Follower Celebration!

This little blog turns one year old on Saturday, May 13th. 🎂

Sooo this weekend 12-14th I’ll be doing some celebratin’. I hope you join me 🫶

I posted Sonnet #29, my first ever fanfiction, on May 13th 2022. Little did I know what this blog might become 12 months later! I cannot believe I have written over 340k words since then - that’s the equivalent of more than 3.5 novels, apparently! Eek, talk about leaning into a hobby haha!

Also, thanks to renewed interest in Bridgerton from the Queen Charlotte series, I have just crossed the 2k follower mark today!!

Thank you so much for following and reading. To recognise these milestones, I’m going to do AMA & a mini drabble challenge! Details for how to take part are below!

1st blog birthday: ask games/questions

This or that/would you rather?- make me choose between two things! The sillier the hypothetical, the better tbh.

Ask about my WIPs- happy to give more detail about any upcoming fics I have.

Any other ask-type game you want to play / whatever you have in mind!

2k followers: mini drabble challenge

I will write up to 10 drabbles of 250 words or less using any prompt you want to give me! (Here’s a random list for example, but you don’t have to use it) OR

XXX thoughts- send me your lewd, crude, and downright dirty thoughts about our A&B Bridgerton boys. It might inspire me to write you a few smutty sentences

Take part by submitting an ask HERE

Thanks again to you all. This blog would not exist without you!

[amywritesthings]

ONE YEAR CELEBRATION !!!

Can you believe it? AMYWRITESTHINGS is now officially a one-year old fanfiction blog! I cannot believe how many words I have written in this timeframe (130,000 to be exact!) nor am I computing all of the content I put out since this blog's inception. One shots, smut, long-term series -- it's been such a wild ride, and I'm so proud I took the plunge.

For the next few weeks, I will be reblogging the masterlist / chapters of my current works with a little personal note & insight on those projects. Albeit a little self-serving, there are SO many stories I'd love to highlight and revisit with a fresh, loving gaze. These will be scheduled and only done once a day with breaks in-between works.

Since I have so many wonderful new followers, I figured this could also be a great refresher before Mando-Mania happens.

HIGHLIGHT SCHEDULE

ONE SHOTS (a first for breathing & about you)

THE DIETER BRAVO EFFECT (same old mistakes & just old habits)

MANDO-MANIA: POINT A TO POINT B (just in time for mando on march 1st!)

A STRANGE TRILOGY (the freak & the valedictorian series)

THE KINO EFFECT (ownership of mine)

GIBSON GIRLS (reckless & seeing you / seeing me)

THE FUTURE OF AMYWRITESTHINGS (w/exclusive ideas & sneak peeks for future projects!)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!

[mizandria]

people make fun of the "oh you only hate her because she's a WOMAN" crazy feminist mentality but yeah actually you guys do only hate her because she's a woman a lot of times. for every hated female tv character there's ten male tv characters who are a million times worse and still given at least the "intriguing morally grey character" treatment if not straight up praise. for every hated female celebrity in real life there's one hundred famous men who have done worse and don't get half the hate she does. for every hated female politician, for every hated female historical figure, for the women you know in real life and on and on.

[kensatou]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[pillsopa]

💭hey Adam biker… heyyy.

(they don’t know this is also about bella swan Adam)

[inkopolis-news-official]

to all of splatsville... happy holidays

[bearotonin-international]

Oh ho hooo it’s the final Fat Bear Friday of 2022. This calls for some serious heft

Luckily Fat Albert is more than up to the job

[linkedin-offficial]

assorted doodles and sketches

[the-kr8tor]

could i get some cardamom and ⭐️ with hobie? play fighting and wrestling is fun until he forgets his strength and accidentally hurts r! -@thesevenofstaves

Bestie! ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it 🥺👉👈

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, lovestruck! Hobie, slight injury, hurt/comfort.

Katy's one year anniversary 🎉

You've forgotten how you ended up slammed on your shared bed. It's either your smug comment about Hobie's nonexistent ass, or the length of the spikes atop his head. Either way, you're met with the soft mattress against your face after he carried you over his shoulder to the bedroom. After bouncing a few times, your playful giggles echo around the dark bedroom, save for the single yellow lamp on the bedside table that's illuminating his grinning expression.

“Give up?” He says lowly, crawling over to your form as he flips you over with his hands over your hips.

“Nope!” You laugh out, hands reaching for his shoulders while he parts your legs with his knee, settling in between them with a hearty chuckle.

His arms cages you in, leaning closer as he blows air against your ear making you squeal under him. “Apologize.” His lips graze the shell of your ear, teeth biting it for a teasing second.

You yelp, eyes wide whilst your grin grows wider. “What are you, a carnivore?” Trying to pull yourself up, Hobie stops you with a hand grasping both of yours easily, lithe fingers wrapped around your wrists. “Hey!”

Hobie shows all of his teeth in a playful grin, “only for you, love.”

“Sap,” smiling, you manage to wiggle out of his hold, reaching up his cheek to poke it. He chases your finger, threatening to bite it but you're too fast for him to get a nibble out of you. “Too slow!”

“I can dodge bullets.” He scoffs out, knee nudging your own.

“Really? Oh, I didn't know!” You sarcastically say as you wrap both legs around his waist. His signature smirk appears the second you squeeze him. Winking, you use the opportunity to quickly flip him over his back. His shocked expression stares at you from below as you've flipped the position with you now above him. Legs straddling his waist with a teasing grin. “See, slow…” you run your palms over his chest up to his handsome face. “...poke.” Poking each of his warm cheeks, your victorious smile has him thinking of a way to avenge himself.

“Fine, love. You win.” Falling limp, he takes a peek at you as he sighs.

His hands slowly inched its way towards your thighs while you lean down towards him with the sole purpose of peppering him with kisses. If only he saw it that way. With his hands on your thighs, he flips you on the bed lightning quick. The bed creaks as you land on it with a thud.

“Ow, fuck!” You hiss, groaning out as you clutch at your shoulder.

Hobie's on you immediately, worried eyes scanning over you. The atmosphere turns from playful to serious within a half second. Your pained expression fills him with guilt as his hand hovers over your wounded shoulder.

“Fuck, are you— shit, love, let me see.” With a thudding heart, he tries to lift your hand away gently. Your fingers are wrapped around your throbbing shoulder, not letting him see the damage that he caused. “L–love,” his voice breaks, “let me help.”

You wince through gritted teeth, letting the wave of pain wash over you. “I–I'm okay, I think I just need an ice pack.” His concerned glistening eyes makes your heart ache, knowing that his guilt is eating away at him. “Hobie, baby,” patting his clammy cheek with your good arm, you smile at him. “Can you get me an ice pack from the freezer, please?”

“I hurt you.”

“It was an accident.” You inhale deeply, thumbs rubbing along his worry lines. “You can still help me, it's nothing, my shoulder just landed wrong. I think I landed wrong.” He hovers over you in a shocked almost frozen state. “Hobie.”

He darts his eyes away from you briefly, closing his eyes tightly, he nods, moving to grab an ice pack as the bed squeaks.

You lay there, unmoving like a statue. Pain ebbs in and out from your strained muscle as you rub your thumb in circles around the joints. Your eyes close just as the bed dips down next to you.

“Love, can I—?”

You open your eyes to meet with his worried ones. “Always, Hobie.” The heavy atmosphere practically chokes you out. You hate seeing him like this, guilt stricken as if he purposely hurt you.

With a nod, his cold fingers gingerly move yours away from your aching shoulder. The freezing ice pack soothes the throbbing pain through the thin cloth he wrapped around it. He pats it gently, you almost don't feel the pressure, but you definitely heard his languishing sigh.

“Hobie, it's okay. I'm okay.” You reach for him with your uninjured arm, palm rubbing down the goosebumps on his bicep.

“I could've broke it.” He mutters, eyes flicking towards yours, his hazel eyes are glimmering pools of guilt. “I hurt you.”

“You don't mean it, I know you'll never purposely hurt me.” Patting his knee, you signal for him to lie down next to you. With a heavy sigh, he surrenders, head laying next to your own as he lays on his chest, hand keeping the ice pack still on your shoulder. You smile at him, placing your hand above his own, warming his cold hand. “See, I'll be fine. It's far from my brain.” You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

He inhales deeply, scooching closer to you as he weaves his leg around yours, which you reciprocate by intertwining your leg around his. His socked feet brushes along your foot, the soft material making you smile.

“I need to reign it in better, I could've— love, I could've cracked somethin’.”

“You didn't, trust me I would be in a lot of pain if it was. It was an accident, Hobie.” Your hand rides up his arm until you reach his cheek. Rubbing along his furrowed brow, you flatten it out with a sweet smile. “See I can barely feel it now.”

“Maybe we should get it looked at.” Hobie moves towards you, bottom lip bitten from his ball of nerves bouncing around his stomach. His forehead leans atop your own as he nudges your skin affectionately.

“Okay, if the pain doesn't subside, we'll go and have it checked.” You know it's not worth going to the hospital when you can barely feel the ache anymore. But if it makes him feel better, you'll wait in the emergency room for hours for him.

He leans away, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You're tryin' to make me feel better.”

“You got me.” Your lips curl into a smile, chuckling as his expression.

Snorting, he lays his head back down next to yours. Pecking your cheek sweetly in hopes it'll make you feel better. “'m sorry.”

“I know, Hobs, I forgive you.” You kiss the tip of his nose, earning a genuine smile from him. “Promise me that you won't stop play fighting with me?”

“I promise, lovie, whatever you want.” He says against your lips before he kisses the pain away.

“I won by the way.” You joke, and he finally chuckles as he kisses you back. You continue to smooch him until the ice has fully melted into the bed sheets.

[bubblesbinxs]

it’s currently 2am where i am so technically 4th of april.. Happy 2 Years ISWM !!!!!!!

[amywritesthings]

happy one year anniversary of your blog!! 🎂🎉 that is so awesome - I am so glad you’re here! 💖✨

AHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I am so very happy that my Kino fic helped me find you, and especially finding your Kino fic because good gracious lord I think about that so often it's not even funny.

ILU!!!

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (15/19)

DanandPhilGAMES Comeback

[tizzymcwizzy]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! i have another marichat holiday themed piece for y'all :D (imagine this is stuffed in ur stocking or smth (along with some tiny candy canes))

[cfeather]

light upon the sea