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why is chapter 2 of this fic so much harder to write than chapter 1… agh

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The Baby Project | Julie Molina

Requested: Yes/No

hold on wait because I’ve got something here— julie x fem reader— and like you know how school pairs you up with people for the whole ‘take care of a baby project’ or whatever it’s called— that with Julie molina and like she and reader develop feelings— oh yeah

A/N: This was kinda hard, not gonna lie! Thanks @calamitykaty​ for sharing your ‘experience’ with baby projects in high school lol. Love you! 

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Julie Molina

Song(s) used: Heaven cover by Boyce Avenue 

Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff! 

Words:  2,914

“Julie and y/n.” You perked up at the mention of your name, even more so at the mention of the name of your crush. 

Julie Molina. Los Feliz High’s rising star. She went from not singing a note for a year to opening for Panic! at the Disco at the Orpheum with her hologram band Julie and The Phantoms. You were aware of what she’d gone through with losing her mother and with it, her love for music. For years, you’ve admired her from afar, watching her blossom into this young rockstar that just belonged on the stage with those three cute boys by her side. You’d never even dared utter a word to her, even if your best friend, Amy told you to at least say hi. A star like Julie wouldn’t have the time to even talk to a ‘nobody’ like you, let alone go out on a date with one. 

So, when Mister Adams called out both your names for the baby project for your Child Development class, your insides heated up while your heart started beating faster. Especially when the Latina girl turned around to look at you and give you an acknowledging smile. The world seemed to stop all at once, and it made you wonder if you were even still alive at all. 

“You have the rest of the class to start getting to know your babies and partners and begin thinking of names together. You’re going to make a birth announcement for your child together and it will be the first assignment you’ll be graded on,” mister Adams’ voice droned on about the project, but your mind had already wandered back to Julie. 

She had her head propped up in her hand, her long, elegant fingers disappearing into the mop of curls that beautifully laid over her shoulders. You had always admired how healthy Julie’s locks looked. Her hair was so glossy and clearly taken care of. And her style. Her style was impeccable. Today, she was wearing your favorite outfit of hers. A baby blue, ditsy floral dress with a white T-shirt underneath it and a fuzzy bear coat thrown over it. Paired with her white doodled-on sneakers, it was the prettiest outfit you had ever seen. But your all-time-favorite thing of hers, looks-wise, was the little gap between her teeth. It made her look so innocent and perfectly imperfect. 

“Get to it!” mister Adams clapped his hands together, waking you up from your hazy daydream. Before you can properly register what’s happening, Julie had reached your desk already and taken a seat next to you with her gap-toothed smile plastered on her face. 

“Hi,” she greeted. 

Your hands started to shake as you stumbled over your next words, “Hey. I--I’m y/n.” 

A giggle erupts from Julie’s mouth as she placed her hand on top of yours. For a second, you swore you could feel a spark of electricity going from her hand to yours. Julie didn’t acknowledge it, so you must’ve imagined it, you thought. 

“I know,” she said as mister Adams came over and handed them their baby in the black carrier. “Thank you, mister A.” The forty-something man smiled down at the two of you before making his way to the next duo. 

Julie turned to you, “So, how shall we name this little rascal?” she asked. 

Her golden brown eyes bored into you, expectantly, awaiting a good answer from you. So, your brain slowly started to get into first gear, going back-and-forth on names you’ve always liked. 

Olivia, Clementine, Alexis, Charlie, Lara, Mason, Alex -- uhm… Olivia could be cute. Or Rose! No, not Rose, that’s Julie’s mom’s name. Uhm… 

Your eyes wandered from Julie’s face to her backpack she had put in front of her on the desk. The silver dahlia pin reflected in the artificial light of the classroom, shimmering and tugging at a thought in your brain. “Dahlia,” you blurted out, not even thinking about it twice. 

Julie’s eyes widened slightly before darting over to the little pin on her backpack. A small smile tugged at her lips as her index finger carefully caressed the metal. At first, you thought you’d said something wrong and had the urge to apologize profusely until she looked up and said, “I like that. Dahlias were my mom’s favorite flower.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat. You knew the flower had some sort of significance to Julie as  you saw pins on her jackets and backpacks all the time, and even noticed some in the background of her Instagram pictures. But you didn’t know the significance had something to do with her mother. 

“We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. My eyes just fell on your backpack and--” Julie’s hand reached for yours again, shutting you up with the beautiful sound of her laugh. 

“Dahlia is perfect, y/n.” 

Chills ran down your spine at the tone of her words. So warm. So comforting. Like a fluffy blanket was being wrapped around you. It melted away any insecurity and nerves and any other scrutinizing thoughts of self-doubt. 

You tore your gaze away from Julie’s before you’d drown in them indefinitely and grabbed a piece of paper from your notebook and a pencil. “So, I was thinking to maybe have a little dahlia as a card for the announcement?” you suggested as your hand skidded across the paper, sketching the outlines of the flower. 

Julie’s eyes widened at how quickly you could put a nearly perfect flower onto a piece of paper. For a moment, she just let you sketch out your ideas, admiring the passion and determination behind your actions. 

“Something like this?” you slid the piece of paper in front of Julie, who picked it up to look at it up close. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes darted across, taking in every single detail you’d managed to get out in such a short amount of time. The decorative letters that spelled out the baby’s name and the details in the flower itself. 

“Y/N,” Julie breathed out, her eyes finally meeting  yours again. “This is gorgeous! You are insanely talented!” she placed the sketch back on the table in front of you. A blush crept to your cheeks as you stared at the grey lines on the white surface.

“I--it’s not perfect,” you shrugged, scratching at the wood of the pencil. “And I’m not half as talented as you are.” You mumbled the words in hopes she wouldn’t even hear them but she definitely did. Placing a hand on your shoulder, she opened her mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the bell ringing. 

“Come over to my place after school?” she suggested as she grabbed her backpack and the mechanic doll in the carrier. “We can brainstorm some more over the baby announcement and arrange a schedule for who’s gonna take her home when and stuff?” You slowly nodded your head, your brain still going over the words that came out of her mouth. 

Julie Molina wanted to see you after school. Julie Molina. You. After school. 

“Okay, cool. See you tonight then. I’ll take Dahlia with me for the day?” 

“Uhm, yeah, sure. See you tonight, Molina.” You didn’t mean for it to come out as flirtily as it did. But it seemed to have some sort of an effect on the Latina girl in front of you as her cheeks tinted a scarlet red. 

Julie had messaged you on Instagram with the address and her number, which you immediately saved to your phone before heading down to the homey two-story house a few blocks away from your own. 

I’m here

You texted her as you stood on the driveway, your bike on the kickstand next to you. The nerves were surging through you as you looked around. Green plants and trees surrounded you as did all the pretty yellow and pink flowers. One of which you recognized: Black Eyed Susan. According to your grandma, they symbolised encouragement and motivation. Which was something your family needed, and Julie’s too after the loss of her mother. 

“Hey, y/n,” Julie greeted as she exited her house through the front door, shutting it behind her, “We’re gonna go to my mom’s studio ‘cause I’ve got band practice after.” She hooked her arm with yours while the other carried the baby doll’s carrier. 

She retreated her arm from yours and used it to pull one of the white doors open, revealing a spacious area filled with instruments, couches and three boys you recognized as the rest of Julie’s band. All three of them looked up from their spots on the couch and armchair with either a pen in their hand and a notebook on their lap or an instrument -- or part of the instrument in the blonde’s case -- in their hands. All looking like deer caught in headlights. 

“Why’s your band here?” you asked, your eyes darting from the musicians to your project partner. Julie opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “Wait, I heard rumors about them being ghosts, that’s not true is it?” 

A squeaky sound came from all four of them as they looked at each other for help on a good excuse until Julie placed Dahlia on the coffee table near the boys and turned to you, placing her hands on your shoulders. She said, “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” 

“I promise?” 

Julie sighed, dropping her hands from your shoulders and instead putting them into the pocket of her fuzzy coat. “Then yes, they are ghosts.” Your eyes scanned Julie’s face for any sign of a joke, but you couldn’t detect anything. 

“Weirdly not the strangest thing I have ever heard,” you shrugged as you placed your backpack on a chair near you and dug your notebook out of it. “I hashed out some details for our baby announcement during French class.” 

Confused, Julie glanced at the boys and back at the girl in front of her. “You’re not gonna run away and never come back?” she asked you, which made you stop in your tracks, your fingers between the pages of the book as you were trying to get it open. 

“My grandma is into very spiritual things. So ghost chats are quite familiar to me,” you explained and resumed your movements. 

The three boys got up from their spots, notebooks and instruments left on the cushions, and made their way towards you. 

“I’m Luke,” the brunette with the greenish hazel eyes introduced himself, smiling at you. 

Before you could chime in, the boy next to Luke piped up, raising his finger. “Reggie! Hi!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm before your eyes landed on the blondie last in line, assuming he’d introduce himself too. 

“Alex,” he said with an awkward giggle. 

“It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m y/n,” you said just as the robotic sound of a cry sounded through the room, indicating Dahlia needed something. “Excuse me.” You pushed past the boys, as they stepped aside so you didn’t have to go through them. 

“She’s my partner for this baby project thing,” Julie explained to the boys. They shot each other a helpless look, wondering if the others are as lost as themselves. “It’s where you have to take care of a mechanic baby doll for a week.” 

Julie walked over to you as you cradled the doll in your arms, trying to get it to stop crying, and the boys followed suit. They were intrigued by this whole baby project ordeal. 

“Have you fed her yet?” you asked Julie when the baby wouldn’t stop crying. 

“Yes, I did. The second I came home,” she replied as she softly tugged at the doll’s shirt she’d put on her. It was an orange long sleeved shirt with a big yellow smiley printed on it. You knew Julie had a sweater similar to this, which is why Julie had chosen to put this one on. 

“Diaper check?” 

“Was doing that when you arrived.” 

The boys watched this interaction like a tennis match, their heads bobbing back and forth. To Alex, it seemed surreal a teacher would put two girls together for a project like this. If this were a thing back in his high school days, he would’ve never been paired with another boy. 

“Why else do babies cry?” you asked whilst racking your brain on possible ideas to make her stop crying. 

Luke sprung into action then and grabbed his six string from the stand behind them, putting the strap around his shoulder. He strummed the instrument a couple of times into a beautiful, familiar melody. 

Julie seemed to recognize it too, because no sooner, her voice floated through the shed. 

“Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more”

Her eyes locked with yours as she sang, a soft smile plastered on her face while you stared back at her with an endeared expression resting on your features. You loved the sound of her voice and you loved the way it was able to calm you down in an instant. Which also seemed to be the case with the robotic baby in your arms whose cries had quieted down. 

Luke’s voice coming in didn’t stop Julie from looking at you either. 

“Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven”

The crying had now completely stopped. A quiet calm resting over the entire studio space as you and Julie kept looking at each other. Of course the boys noticed this and couldn’t withhold the smile finding its way to their lips. 

“Is it me or do they look like a cute family?” Reggie whispered to his best friends. 

He wasn’t wrong. Though neither you and Julie would ever admit it, there was a definite spark between you, and it only grew as the week went on. 

You took turns taking Dahlia home and spent lunches and every other hour possible together with the mechanic doll that had become the vessel for your expression of your love for each other. It became such a routine that by Friday, the two of you dreaded turning Dahlia in. Neither of you wanted it to end. Neither of you knew what was going to happen if you didn’t have Dahlia to take care of together. 

Were you just going to go back to how it was with you admiring Julie from afar and her completely ignoring your existence? Or were you going to stay friends? 

Neither of you knew even though both of you had the same questions. 

“Just ask her out on Friday when you’ve turned Dahlia in, y/n,” Amy said as you sat in French together and she had noticed your sighs of desperation. You looked at her as if she’d just said something really controversial. “Y/N, there's chemistry between the two of you! Have you seen the way she looks at you? That is not how ‘just a project partner’ should look at you!” 

You let Amy’s words sink in your brain as you went on with the rest of your day after French class until the moment of goodbye came around. 

You and Julie handed Dahlia back to mister Adams, along with your entire report you had worked on until two am last night in Julie’s garage, the boys all but helping you out. 

The weight on your shoulders should’ve been lifted now that you’d reached the deadline and could actually hand something in. But it weighed down even harder. Mostly because you were anxious it was going to be the end of you hanging out with Julie. It didn’t have to happen, but you were scared it might. 

Everything you want is on the other side of fear. 

The old saying your grandma always muttered to herself haunted around in your brain as you and Julie made your way towards your desk in the back of the class. Neither of you said anything for a while until you both turned to each other and opened your mouths. 

“I wanna ask you--” / “Can I ask you--”

Your words mingled and lingered in the air as you both giggled at the simultaneousness of your thoughts. 

“You go first,” you said, offering Julie the floor. You couldn’t help but feel anxious yet curious about what she was going to say. 

“Can I ask you if maybe we could like, I don’t know… Study together later tonight?” 

Your eyebrow raised in surprise as did the corners of your mouth while a bright pink flushed your cheeks. “I kinda wanted to ask the same thing,” you admitted, which made Julie light up entirely. “So, yes, definitely.” 

You had definitely found yourself on the other side of fear. On the contrary. You had found yourself on cloud nine with flutters in your stomach and clammy hands from the nerves as the date grew closer and closer. 

Crazy how a stupid mechanical doll can bring two unlikely people together.     

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Tagged by: Awwe thank you @im-immortal !

Name: penname; Ambrosia29

Fandoms: TWD and ASoIaF and that one Constantine (film) fic.

Where you post: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Ambrosia29/works

Most popular oneshot: The Dark Knight of the Winter Rose This came from the idea “what if Sandor faced his deepest fear, fire, for Sanaa’s sake?” I thought “what better than a dragon?” with a fairytale feel and this is what came of that idea. It’s a favorite, I’m really proud of Sandor’s riddle.

Most popular multi-chapter story: Do You Offer Your Throat to the Wolf with the Red Roses OH, wow. This fic. I love this fic so much. It started as an idea about “handcuff sex” smutty oneshot while I was in a Bethyl group-chat. It was SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT!!!I’m terribly sorry about the hiatus, life has been changing for the past few years and when I started it I had a solid section of times to write (or stolen time) in the day, I spent a lot of time writing back then. And then , depression. I’m getting back to it. I’m super proud of this fic.

Favorite story you wrote: TBH? Wolf/RedRoses But also...after looking at my works, I have a hard time picking one. “I tried this here” and “In this one I wrote” or “I really liked how” I really like a lot but my faves are the sci-fi and fantasy genre ones. I intend to re-write some of the earlier ones.

Story you were nervous to post: THIS ONE particularly chapter 2, where I started introducing some hot-button social issues as well as themes from my own struggles and history.

Also this smutty fic because I was so nervous about writing from this perspective.

How you choose your titles: it varies, some are lines from songs (see: 🐺w🌹🌹), others are simply things that came to me, or a play on words, like “The Landlords Daughter” being a mirror to “The Highwayman” as a title.

Do you outline: I outline a general idea and then let the story unfold from where it will. If things change? So be it.

Complete: 12; 1 each for ASoIaF, Constantine and one original work; the rest are TWD: Bethyl fandom

In-progress: 10; including WwRR, Gallows Night Angel, Without Words, Fly by Night and others. I’m very slowly working on them and intend to finish those first.

Coming soon/Not yet started: I’m excited about “Darkstar Memoriam” a science fiction Bethyl story that’s basically a space opera. It’s been started, but only a few pages. It’s going to be a lot of fun if I could just hash out the beginning properly...you know what I mean, when it just isn’t working right?

There’s also this Clone Sci-fi fic I haven’t started yet but I got a free book filled with essays on the topic and it’s fascinating. I’m writing outline as I read. Taking some major creative risks with this one. Super enthused about it though.

Do you accept prompts: yes! I have a few I’m still writing oneshots a for!

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write: I started a little fic for The Baratheon Bros. Presents (collective?); idea being ASoIaF modern-AU crackfic with the theme of “online dating” but taken seriously. I realized there weren’t any w/w fics yet, but plenty of m/m and what do you do? Write fanfiction!

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name: Brenda // penname SquishyCool

fandoms: former iCarly // current & hardcore TWD Bethyl

where you post: FFN and AO3 but I prefer AO3 these days.

most popular oneshot: Breathe. Please. –  written for bethyl smut week and set in season 8/9-ish. A really heartbreaking but happy take on the whole Beth lives/reunion with Daryl” concept.

most popular multi-chapter story: Most Wanted – this is my most popular fic ever to date. Also my longest. Completely AU and set in 2017 in which the Greene Family runs a multi-million dollar meth operation out of their farm and church for nearly the entirety of Beth’s life. Then they get busted days after she turns 18 and she accidentally murders Detective Shane Walsh. She’s forced to flee in the dead of night. Maggie and Hershel and everyone else is arrested and she’s completely alone, travelling to NYC because it’s the first place that comes to mind. And in NYC, she happens to move in with a single dad named Daryl who has a very adorable toddler and a very nosy female neighbor.

favorite story you wrote: The Crow’s Song – I fucking love this fic because I spent a year writing it and it was borne from a very simple prompt for bethyl smut week and then it turned into a 70k~ word, 9-chapter fic that took me on a wild ride of emotions as I poured my soul into it. It’s all about Beth evading her Grady kidnappers and getting a few more days in the funeral home alone with Daryl. Except, not everything is quite as it seems…

story you were nervous to post: picking @ scabs – this fic was written purely on a whim and it was more of a form of self-therapy than anything. I had no idea if anyone would even like it or if it even made any sense but I wrote it purely for me and then it became one of my most popular fics. I write for it whenever I’m feeling a certain type of way. Because it’s modern day AU and Beth and Daryl have already been together for 4 years and then broken up and Beth is a fucking mess and Daryl is a mess but he’s trying to not be a mess and… yeah. Lots of feels. And dirty sex.

how you choose your titles: it always depends. sometimes it will be something that encompasses a general theme of the story or just something simple that’s easy to remember (like Yellow Bikini and Carnival Games). with p@s, i got that title from one of emily kinney’s instagram captions. TCS had several different titles before i settled on something that i had to sit and brainstorm for 2 hours. otherwise, i tend to try to stick to titles that are easy to remember yet intriguing.

do you outline: oh yes! but when i outline always varies. sometimes i’ll write 5 whole chapters before i even sit down and create an outline. but i always need an outline so i don’t forget any ideas or certain plot points that might get lost in the mix.

complete: 7 for TWD // a lot more for iCarly (but only a few of those I’m actually proud of lmao)

in-progress: ugh… 6. that are published! i have a couple others that aren’t even posted but had to be started // 2 on hiatus // 4 that i’m currently working on and sporadically updating –

Don’t Make Me Haunt You - AU where Beth is haunted by Merle’s ghost & must find Daryl in order to help him cross over. 7 chapters written so far & going strong.

Most Wanted - 550k+ words & 64 chapters & we’re just starting to get into the juicy stuff…

picking @ scabs - ugh i love love love this fic but i have to be in the right headspace for it. however, i have a couple more chapters written and waiting to be edited…

Crossing Galaxies - super cheesy AU where Beth is an alien and Daryl is… not quite like everyone else on earth. they fall in love and have a picturesque relationship until Beth reveals her true heritage and reasoning for finding him. and then all hell breaks loose. i really need to update this one lmao

coming soon/not yet started: 1) Valentine’s Day AU where Beth and Daryl meet at a bar after they both get stood up and then they decide to have a little fun by faking a proposal and getting free drinks from every bar they visit. and 2) weird stockholm syndrome/PTSD/abuse victim/survivor AU where Daryl meets Beth in a cafe where she’s supposed to be reading her poetry on stage and she’s shocked that he has no idea who she is; as it turns out, she has one hell of a past but he can’t help except to be completely enamored with her.

do you accept prompts: yeah but i can’t promise i’ll actually write them. i’m pretty terrible about that. unless you’re okay with drabbles lol

upcoming story you are most excited to write: the fic i’ve temporarily titled “survivor AU” because it’s different and serious and a lot more intense in a realistic way than anything else i’ve ever written.

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