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“Pictures of what?” Ned asked as he suddenly appeared behind Peter’s left shoulder. Peter jumped, almost knocking into Gwen as he grabbed her hand, tugging her around.


“Jesus, Ned!” Peter exclaimed. “Dude, you can’t sneak up on me like that!”


Ned’s eyebrows knitted together. “Um… I didn’t, but okay. But what’re you taking pictures of?”


“Peter’s gonna get a telescope this coming weekend,” said Gwen.


“Really?” Ned said. “Dude, that’s so cool! Are you gonna let us come over and see it once you get it set up?”


“Ah, it’s gonna be up at the Compound,” said Peter. “Sorry.”


“Oh,” Ned said. “Well, I guess that makes more sense, since upstate’s probably better for stargazing. It just kinda sucks that you’ve gotta go up there every single weekend.”


“Eh, it’s not so bad,” Peter said. “It’s actually kinda nice to get out of the city every now and then. It’s a lot quieter up there.”


“Yeah, I guess. But since when did you like it quiet?” Ned asked. “You know what, nevermind. Wait till you hear what my mom heard yesterday at her book club.”


“You mean her gossip club, right?” Gwen asked as they made their way towards their homeroom classroom. “‘Cause I swear all your mom seems to do there is talk about people.”


“Well… yeah, that is part of it,” Ned admitted. “You know my mom just likes to know what’s going on, so…” He gave his head a quick shake. “Anyway, she told me that one of her friends was walking in the city on Saturday afternoon and saw Dr Stephen Strange go into a comic book store.”


“Who?” asked Gwen, shooting Peter a questioning look. “Am I supposed to know who that is or something?”


“He’s that rich doctor that drove his car off a mountain a few months ago,” said Peter. “The neurosurgeon?” He didn’t add that Dad had disliked Dr Strange ever since he and Papa had tried to get him to consult on Peter during his weeks-long coma after the battle in the Miami bunker, and that the surgeon had flat-out refused because he’d said that he didn’t work on children.


And no amount of begging, pleading, or bribing could get him to change his mind.


Oh well, it’d probably been for the best anyway. From what Peter had heard about Dr Strange, he was a massive jerk, and Dad did not have a good track record dealing with medical professionals who were jerks. Dad was amazingly generous with most of the doctors and nurses who had treated Peter back when he was little, and sick most of the time, but Peter had witnessed him dressing down plenty of arrogant or jerky ones too. Since Dad had enough intelligence and knowledge to pretty much get his own medical degree in any number of fields, he tended to figure out who he could trust and who he could not very quickly.


As it turned out, Dr Strange wouldn’t have been able to do anything for Peter anyway, and not getting him involved ended up saving his dads from having to explain Peter’s genetic mutation and enhancements to yet another person outside their family.


Now that Ned had brought him up, though, Peter had to admit he was pretty curious as to what the former surgeon had been up to in the last several months.


“Oh, yeah, I remember my dad saying something about that,” Gwen said with a nod. “Okay… so…?”


“Well, I guess after his accident, he kinda went nuts trying to find a cure for the nerve damage in his hands. Ended up selling just about everything he owned to try some really weird treatments,” said Ned. “And then one day he just up and disappeared. My mom’s friend thought he was dead until she saw him again.”


The full chapter will post on Monday, September 28th 😊

This will post tomorrow! 🤓 📝

Read the new chapter HERE 😊

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geeky-writes·a day agoText

geeky-writes:

Continuum - Chapter 5 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Amazing moodboard created by @crownofstardustandbone @therollingstonys thank you so much! 💖

********

“Pictures of what?” Ned asked as he suddenly appeared behind Peter’s left shoulder. Peter jumped, almost knocking into Gwen as he grabbed her hand, tugging her around.


“Jesus, Ned!” Peter exclaimed. “Dude, you can’t sneak up on me like that!”


Ned’s eyebrows knitted together. “Um… I didn’t, but okay. But what’re you taking pictures of?”


“Peter’s gonna get a telescope this coming weekend,” said Gwen.


“Really?” Ned said. “Dude, that’s so cool! Are you gonna let us come over and see it once you get it set up?”


“Ah, it’s gonna be up at the Compound,” said Peter. “Sorry.”


“Oh,” Ned said. “Well, I guess that makes more sense, since upstate’s probably better for stargazing. It just kinda sucks that you’ve gotta go up there every single weekend.”


“Eh, it’s not so bad,” Peter said. “It’s actually kinda nice to get out of the city every now and then. It’s a lot quieter up there.”


“Yeah, I guess. But since when did you like it quiet?” Ned asked. “You know what, nevermind. Wait till you hear what my mom heard yesterday at her book club.”


“You mean her gossip club, right?” Gwen asked as they made their way towards their homeroom classroom. “‘Cause I swear all your mom seems to do there is talk about people.”


“Well… yeah, that is part of it,” Ned admitted. “You know my mom just likes to know what’s going on, so…” He gave his head a quick shake. “Anyway, she told me that one of her friends was walking in the city on Saturday afternoon and saw Dr Stephen Strange go into a comic book store.”


“Who?” asked Gwen, shooting Peter a questioning look. “Am I supposed to know who that is or something?”


“He’s that rich doctor that drove his car off a mountain a few months ago,” said Peter. “The neurosurgeon?” He didn’t add that Dad had disliked Dr Strange ever since he and Papa had tried to get him to consult on Peter during his weeks-long coma after the battle in the Miami bunker, and that the surgeon had flat-out refused because he’d said that he didn’t work on children.


And no amount of begging, pleading, or bribing could get him to change his mind.


Oh well, it’d probably been for the best anyway. From what Peter had heard about Dr Strange, he was a massive jerk, and Dad did not have a good track record dealing with medical professionals who were jerks. Dad was amazingly generous with most of the doctors and nurses who had treated Peter back when he was little, and sick most of the time, but Peter had witnessed him dressing down plenty of arrogant or jerky ones too. Since Dad had enough intelligence and knowledge to pretty much get his own medical degree in any number of fields, he tended to figure out who he could trust and who he could not very quickly.


As it turned out, Dr Strange wouldn’t have been able to do anything for Peter anyway, and not getting him involved ended up saving his dads from having to explain Peter’s genetic mutation and enhancements to yet another person outside their family.


Now that Ned had brought him up, though, Peter had to admit he was pretty curious as to what the former surgeon had been up to in the last several months.


“Oh, yeah, I remember my dad saying something about that,” Gwen said with a nod. “Okay… so…?”


“Well, I guess after his accident, he kinda went nuts trying to find a cure for the nerve damage in his hands. Ended up selling just about everything he owned to try some really weird treatments,” said Ned. “And then one day he just up and disappeared. My mom’s friend thought he was dead until she saw him again.”


The full chapter will post on Monday, September 28th 😊

This will post tomorrow! 🤓 📝

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geeky-writes·3 days agoText

Continuum - Chapter 5 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Amazing moodboard created by @crownofstardustandbone @therollingstonys thank you so much! 💖

********

“Pictures of what?” Ned asked as he suddenly appeared behind Peter’s left shoulder. Peter jumped, almost knocking into Gwen as he grabbed her hand, tugging her around.


“Jesus, Ned!” Peter exclaimed. “Dude, you can’t sneak up on me like that!”


Ned’s eyebrows knitted together. “Um… I didn’t, but okay. But what’re you taking pictures of?”


“Peter’s gonna get a telescope this coming weekend,” said Gwen.


“Really?” Ned said. “Dude, that’s so cool! Are you gonna let us come over and see it once you get it set up?”


“Ah, it’s gonna be up at the Compound,” said Peter. “Sorry.”


“Oh,” Ned said. “Well, I guess that makes more sense, since upstate’s probably better for stargazing. It just kinda sucks that you’ve gotta go up there every single weekend.”


“Eh, it’s not so bad,” Peter said. “It’s actually kinda nice to get out of the city every now and then. It’s a lot quieter up there.”


“Yeah, I guess. But since when did you like it quiet?” Ned asked. “You know what, nevermind. Wait till you hear what my mom heard yesterday at her book club.”


“You mean her gossip club, right?” Gwen asked as they made their way towards their homeroom classroom. “‘Cause I swear all your mom seems to do there is talk about people.”


“Well… yeah, that is part of it,” Ned admitted. “You know my mom just likes to know what’s going on, so…” He gave his head a quick shake. “Anyway, she told me that one of her friends was walking in the city on Saturday afternoon and saw Dr Stephen Strange go into a comic book store.”


“Who?” asked Gwen, shooting Peter a questioning look. “Am I supposed to know who that is or something?”


“He’s that rich doctor that drove his car off a mountain a few months ago,” said Peter. “The neurosurgeon?” He didn’t add that Dad had disliked Dr Strange ever since he and Papa had tried to get him to consult on Peter during his weeks-long coma after the battle in the Miami bunker, and that the surgeon had flat-out refused because he’d said that he didn’t work on children.


And no amount of begging, pleading, or bribing could get him to change his mind.


Oh well, it’d probably been for the best anyway. From what Peter had heard about Dr Strange, he was a massive jerk, and Dad did not have a good track record dealing with medical professionals who were jerks. Dad was amazingly generous with most of the doctors and nurses who had treated Peter back when he was little, and sick most of the time, but Peter had witnessed him dressing down plenty of arrogant or jerky ones too. Since Dad had enough intelligence and knowledge to pretty much get his own medical degree in any number of fields, he tended to figure out who he could trust and who he could not very quickly.


As it turned out, Dr Strange wouldn’t have been able to do anything for Peter anyway, and not getting him involved ended up saving his dads from having to explain Peter’s genetic mutation and enhancements to yet another person outside their family.


Now that Ned had brought him up, though, Peter had to admit he was pretty curious as to what the former surgeon had been up to in the last several months.


“Oh, yeah, I remember my dad saying something about that,” Gwen said with a nod. “Okay… so…?”


“Well, I guess after his accident, he kinda went nuts trying to find a cure for the nerve damage in his hands. Ended up selling just about everything he owned to try some really weird treatments,” said Ned. “And then one day he just up and disappeared. My mom’s friend thought he was dead until she saw him again.”


The full chapter will post on Monday, September 28th 😊

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geeky-writes·3 days agoAnswer

Happy FFWF! What's a snippet of your writing you're proud of and why? (Link the fic it's from if you'd like!)

Hey! Happy FFWF! Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

Oh boy, this is hard! I am most definitely my own worst critic, but these are a couple of snippets that I’m proud of.

From my superfamily story Pieces of Echoes, after Tony and Steve spend their first night together:

And when they were finished, their bodies sated and spent, after they’d stumbled into the shower to get cleaned up and changed the torn sheets on the bed, they laid down on the fresh blankets with Steve’s strong arm wrapped around Tony, with his back pressed right up against Steve’s broad chest and Steve’s breath warm against his neck as he drifted off to sleep.


And when the nightmares came, as they inevitably did, instead of suddenly jerking awake and finding himself frightened and alone, Tony instead felt Steve’s hand slide gently up his body, cupping his shoulder as he whispered into his ear, “It’s all right, Tony. I’m here.”

I like this because aside from Peter, Tony has been alone. He’s never had a relationship that’s lasted longer than a few months, or where he felt truly loved. And now he finally does 💖.


And from the latest chapter of my current Reylo story, The Empire Games, right before they go into the arena:

Gathering up the blankets, they rush back downstairs, slipping inside Rey’s room as quietly as possible. Then they kick off their shoes and crawl under the covers of her bed, cuddling up to each other as closely as their clothes will allow. Rey sighs as she lays her head down on Ben’s broad chest, his strong arms around her and his steady heartbeat beneath her ear already lulling her to sleep despite the impending Games looming over their heads.


“Rey,” Ben whispers a few minutes later. “Whatever happens tomorrow in the arena, I just want you to know that I—”


But once again, Rey presses her fingers to his lips to silence him. “Please, don’t. You don’t need to say anything.”


“I already know, Ben. And I feel the same.”


And then she slips off into sleep, with the words I love you echoing inside her mind, not quite sure if they’re Ben’s or hers.

Here, they’re preparing to enter the arena, and have just realised that they’ve both been hiding feelings for the other out of fear. It’s both poignant and heartbreaking, as they both know “there can only be one Victor” 😉.


This was so much fun! Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

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geeky-writes·3 days agoText

mabel-but-slytherin:

My first ask meme, and one that’s been on my mind for a while! Feel free to reblog for your it for yourself, answer them, or ask me for my answers! Read more break after 10/50 to help keep this from clogging any dashboards

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

4. In your opinion and without looking at any numbers, what’s your most popular fic?

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

Keep reading

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geeky-writes·7 days agoText

aletheiawriting:

  • because it’s a puzzle no one else will ever arrange the same way as you.
  • because there are ideas that simply won’t come to you until you write down the wrong words.
  • because all the bad scenes are the bones of the wonderful scenes.
  • because someone will love it: someone will read it once, and twice, and thrice; someone will ramble to you about the complexity of it; someone will doodle your characters out of love; someone will find it in exactly what they were looking for with or without knowing it.
  • because they have things to say, your characters. they’ve told you all those secrets and they have more to tell you, if you will listen.
  • because you love it even when you don’t; even when it drives you mad or when it accidentally turns into apathy; even when you think you’re doing it all wrong; you love it, and it loves you back.
  • because you can get a treasure even from things that go wrong; because if a story crumbles down you can build a shinier one on the same spot; because you won’t know where it will take you until it takes you there.
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geeky-writes·7 days agoText

The Empire Games - Part 6

🦋 Part 6 is now posted! Thank you so much to everyone reading! 🦋

“Miss? I do believe it is time to begin preparations for the ball,” the droid says, breaking into Rey’s perfectly good daydream. Rey huffs as she opens her eyes, ignoring the water droplets dripping from her eyelashes as she reaches for the off button.


“I’ll be out in a moment, thank you,” she says, rather resignedly. She waits until she hears the droid’s heavy footsteps retreating before reaching for one of the fluffy towels, wrapping it around her soaking wet body. The many bruises she’s accumulated during the last three days of training have already faded, thanks to the Bacta patches the medical droids applied a couple hours ago. Can’t have any tributes dining in the midst of the Gamemakers and the Emperor himself sporting black eyes or broken fingers, as if they’d already been in battle.


Oh no. That just wouldn’t do.


Better to pretend that all of the luxurious accommodations, fancy food, and formal ball is all out of the goodness of the Emperor’s heart, right? And that all the combat and survival skills training is just for fun?


Read the new chapter HERE 💖

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geeky-writes·7 days agoText

geeky-writes:

geeky-writes:

Continuum - Chapter 4 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Gorgeous moodboard created by @crownofstardustandbone @therollingstonys thank you so much! 💖

********

Reaching for the bag of homemade trail mix that he and Peter had made the day before and a bottle of Powerade, Steve shoved a handful into his mouth as he unzipped the special pocket that Tony sewed into his uniform, looking for the small sketchbook and pencil that he always carried with him. He opened it to the front page, to the sketch of Tony and Peter that he’d drawn from the very first photograph he ever took of the two of them, only hours after Peter had taught him how to take pictures with his new phone. Steve’s throat tightened as he examined it, which he attempted to remedy with a big sip of his Powerade. Even now, after taking literally thousands of photographs, and sketching and painting dozens of drawings, this little drawing was still one of Steve’s very favourite sketches of his beloved husband and son.


It had been about a week or so after they had all returned to the Malibu house from Afghanistan. Peter had been helping Steve get accustomed to life in the twenty-first century, while Tony had been spending nearly all of his time down in his garage workshop, building the first of his eventual army of armoured suits and plotting his revenge on the Ten Rings. Steve and Peter had made dinner that evening, and, after practically dragging Tony upstairs to eat with them, Peter had then proceeded to beg him to watch a movie afterwards, telling him that he hadn’t seen him more than a few minutes since they’d been back.


And the two of them hadn’t even lasted for half the movie before they were both sound asleep, with Peter wrapped up in Tony’s arms and his head resting on his chest, off to the side so as to avoid pressing on the arc reactor.


Tears pricked Steve’s eyes at the memory, of how sweet they had looked, and how envious he had been. He had already been trying to deny it by then, trying to bury deep down just how deeply attached he was to them both, and, based on what Tony told him later on, doing a very poor job of it.


“You’re a terrible liar, babe,” Tony had told him multiple times over the course of their relationship. “You and Pete both. You’re both just too… good.”


And while Steve still wasn’t sure if he agreed, he also knew better than to argue.


A soft smile spread across Steve’s lips as he stared at the drawing, trailing his fingertip across Peter’s round cheek smashed up against Tony’s side. Peter’s cheeks weren’t quite as round anymore, and his jawline had sharpened up a bit more over the summer as well, only adding to how much he resembled Tony.


His two precious boys, who he loved more than life itself.


The full chapter will post on Monday, September 21st 😊

This will post tomorrow! 🤓 📝

Read the new chapter HERE 😊

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geeky-writes·8 days agoText

geeky-writes:

Continuum - Chapter 4 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Gorgeous moodboard created by @crownofstardustandbone @therollingstonys thank you so much! 💖

********

Reaching for the bag of homemade trail mix that he and Peter had made the day before and a bottle of Powerade, Steve shoved a handful into his mouth as he unzipped the special pocket that Tony sewed into his uniform, looking for the small sketchbook and pencil that he always carried with him. He opened it to the front page, to the sketch of Tony and Peter that he’d drawn from the very first photograph he ever took of the two of them, only hours after Peter had taught him how to take pictures with his new phone. Steve’s throat tightened as he examined it, which he attempted to remedy with a big sip of his Powerade. Even now, after taking literally thousands of photographs, and sketching and painting dozens of drawings, this little drawing was still one of Steve’s very favourite sketches of his beloved husband and son.


It had been about a week or so after they had all returned to the Malibu house from Afghanistan. Peter had been helping Steve get accustomed to life in the twenty-first century, while Tony had been spending nearly all of his time down in his garage workshop, building the first of his eventual army of armoured suits and plotting his revenge on the Ten Rings. Steve and Peter had made dinner that evening, and, after practically dragging Tony upstairs to eat with them, Peter had then proceeded to beg him to watch a movie afterwards, telling him that he hadn’t seen him more than a few minutes since they’d been back.


And the two of them hadn’t even lasted for half the movie before they were both sound asleep, with Peter wrapped up in Tony’s arms and his head resting on his chest, off to the side so as to avoid pressing on the arc reactor.


Tears pricked Steve’s eyes at the memory, of how sweet they had looked, and how envious he had been. He had already been trying to deny it by then, trying to bury deep down just how deeply attached he was to them both, and, based on what Tony told him later on, doing a very poor job of it.


“You’re a terrible liar, babe,” Tony had told him multiple times over the course of their relationship. “You and Pete both. You’re both just too… good.”


And while Steve still wasn’t sure if he agreed, he also knew better than to argue.


A soft smile spread across Steve’s lips as he stared at the drawing, trailing his fingertip across Peter’s round cheek smashed up against Tony’s side. Peter’s cheeks weren’t quite as round anymore, and his jawline had sharpened up a bit more over the summer as well, only adding to how much he resembled Tony.


His two precious boys, who he loved more than life itself.


The full chapter will post on Monday, September 21st 😊

This will post tomorrow! 🤓 📝

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geeky-writes·10 days agoText

Continuum - Chapter 4 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Gorgeous moodboard created by @crownofstardustandbone @therollingstonys thank you so much! 💖

********

Reaching for the bag of homemade trail mix that he and Peter had made the day before and a bottle of Powerade, Steve shoved a handful into his mouth as he unzipped the special pocket that Tony sewed into his uniform, looking for the small sketchbook and pencil that he always carried with him. He opened it to the front page, to the sketch of Tony and Peter that he’d drawn from the very first photograph he ever took of the two of them, only hours after Peter had taught him how to take pictures with his new phone. Steve’s throat tightened as he examined it, which he attempted to remedy with a big sip of his Powerade. Even now, after taking literally thousands of photographs, and sketching and painting dozens of drawings, this little drawing was still one of Steve’s very favourite sketches of his beloved husband and son.


It had been about a week or so after they had all returned to the Malibu house from Afghanistan. Peter had been helping Steve get accustomed to life in the twenty-first century, while Tony had been spending nearly all of his time down in his garage workshop, building the first of his eventual army of armoured suits and plotting his revenge on the Ten Rings. Steve and Peter had made dinner that evening, and, after practically dragging Tony upstairs to eat with them, Peter had then proceeded to beg him to watch a movie afterwards, telling him that he hadn’t seen him more than a few minutes since they’d been back.


And the two of them hadn’t even lasted for half the movie before they were both sound asleep, with Peter wrapped up in Tony’s arms and his head resting on his chest, off to the side so as to avoid pressing on the arc reactor.


Tears pricked Steve’s eyes at the memory, of how sweet they had looked, and how envious he had been. He had already been trying to deny it by then, trying to bury deep down just how deeply attached he was to them both, and, based on what Tony told him later on, doing a very poor job of it.


“You’re a terrible liar, babe,” Tony had told him multiple times over the course of their relationship. “You and Pete both. You’re both just too… good.”


And while Steve still wasn’t sure if he agreed, he also knew better than to argue.


A soft smile spread across Steve’s lips as he stared at the drawing, trailing his fingertip across Peter’s round cheek smashed up against Tony’s side. Peter’s cheeks weren’t quite as round anymore, and his jawline had sharpened up a bit more over the summer as well, only adding to how much he resembled Tony.


His two precious boys, who he loved more than life itself.


The full chapter will post on Monday, September 21st 😊

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geeky-writes·10 days agoAnswer

Happy FFWF! Do you share your writing online? (if so, share the link to it!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?

Hey! Happy FFWF!

Most of what I write I post to AO3. There’s a few stories I’ve kept for myself, but none are recent. 😊


Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

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geeky-writes·12 days agoText

wilmakins:

capnwinghead:

@wilmakins

capnwinghead:

I’m honestly curious: fic writers who have written fics over 100k words, did you set out to write a fic that long or did it just happen?

Wow!! 4 over 150k? That’s amazing!! Bravo! 😄 I envy you!

Aw, thank you - although, to be honest, a big part of it is simply that I ramble 😂 There is definitely a skill to writing short stories and one shots that I am still trying to learn! And, as someone who often finds themselves in the mood for a short story, or in a situation where I can’t sit and read a long fic, I’m forever grateful to all the writers of wonderful short stories ❤️

I’m another who can’t seem to write short stories 😆. Bravo to all fic authors out there! 💖

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