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nerdynatreads · 2 years

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book review || Fake It Till You Bake It by Jamie Wesley

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~Thanks to Netgalley for providing a digital ARC of Fake It Till You Bake It in exchange for an honest review. ~

Okay, so this was a good month for fake dating books because I also liked how this book handled the trope! That being said though, this wasn’t as great as I was hoping.

I love a good cooking setting romance, but the pacing of this was all over the place and the plot was... weird.

This started off strong, with a meet-ugly between Jada and Donovan. Initially, I really was thinking Donovan would be my preferred POV, but Jada ended up growing on me. She felt very personable and I could certainly relate to her speaking before you think issue as well as her fear of failure and disappointing her loved ones. The message about how women are portrayed in media was well done and the handling of her dyslexia was as well. I think overall, Jada had a strong character arc and was probably the most well-written character in the book. On the other hand, Donovan was charming in the beginning but I felt as though his personality slowly waned as the book progressed. And god, the possessiveness that comes out of nowhere and was so unwarranted! On top of that, his side plot felt very low stakes given that he could lose his company.

The attraction between these two was instant, but I didn’t feel like there was enough chemistry to back it up. They bickered a lot (sometimes sounding more like teenagers than adults) and only had a few serious conversations where I felt that a relationship was actually blossoming. Two chili peppers for the smut scene.

Side characters should have been more built up by the end, especially if there is going to be a sequel, and the last-minute conflict was so unnecessary. It lasted a single chapter. And then, of course, the required couple drama that also lasted a chapter. Why can’t we, as a book community, move past this? Instead of making them break up for a single chapter (that apparently was a three-month period?), the last-minute conflict could have been stretched out and the couple could have worked together to find a solution! In the process, they could see how committed they are and what they truly mean to one another! That would have been much more interesting.

I think this was an easy, quick romance read, but unfortunately, didn’t stand out.

3 / 5 stars

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darkstar225 · 4 months

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@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist

Updated: 04 January 2024

I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol

PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D

It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2

Sicktember 2023

Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Number 2: Quest For A Cure

Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”

Number 4: Hiding an Illness

Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Number 6: Sick & Injured

Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Number 8: Persistent Fever

Number 9: White Coat Syndrome

Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”

Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

Number 13: Anxious Stomach

Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion

Number 18: “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet

Number 20: Cramping Pain

Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Number 23: Coughing Fit

Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”

Number 25: Confused/Disoriented

Number 26: Forehead Kisses

Number 27: Uncooperative Patient

Number 28: “I should have stayed home”

Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Number 30: Patient 0

WHUMPTOBER 2023

Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.

Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Comfortember 2023

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt players #uswnt imagines #uswnt woso #uswnt reader #woso x reader #reader insert #x reader #woso imagine #woso soccer #womens soccer #woso #masterlist

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guilty-pleasures21 · 3 months

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Best friend's brother Miguel

Hey guys! So, I based this one off this fic I anonymously requested from one of my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE writers - @exhaslo - and my inspiration on this website. Please check out her account if you enjoy my writing. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1 - the past

Part 2 - the present

Part 3 - the future

Warnings: None. Just a little sweet and fluffy one.

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Gabe stood at the counter facing the wall, scraping the butter and sugar off the sides of the mixing bowl before starting the machine up again. “Do you have to separate the eggs like that?”

X ignored the annoyed tone in his voice, letting the white flow from the crack in the eggshell before setting it down and starting on the other one. “Yes! It’s how you make the perfect vanilla cupcake. Trust me! I’ve perfected the receipt!”

Gabe rolled his eyes at his best friend’s proclamation and sighed. “Whatever you say.”

“Just wait ‘til you taste it!” X insisted, turning around to set the bowl of egg whites down by the mixer. “It practically melts in your mouth!” She grabbed the eggshells off the kitchen island and emptied the yolks into the mixer bowl, letting the machine stir the yellow liquid into the creamy mixture of butter and sugar.

“What melts in your mouth?” Miguel asked, strolling into the kitchen. X looked up when she heard his voice, her stomach flipping with excitement as she peeked over at him, her best friend’s older brother. She lowered her gaze quickly when he stopped by the fridge, trying to hide the nervous expression on her face.

“This vanilla cupcake recipe X has ‘perfected’,” Gabe replied, too focused on the mixer to notice X’s reaction. She leaned over to look him in the eyes, her expression serious.

“If you don’t want to help, Gabe, I can always find someone else to partner with for the baking stall.”

“I’ll partner with you,” Miguel volunteered, setting the bottle of milk down on the kitchen island. He glanced up at X, flashing her a mischievous smirk. She gulped at the look and quickly turned away, grabbing the bag of flour beside her to start measuring it out.

“Ugh! Please!” Gabe scoffed. “You’d probably just start messing around with the other guys and then leave poor X all alone!” He took the cup of flour X was holding out to him, tossing it into the mixing bowl while the machine continued whirring away. Miguel let out an offended scoff, walking over to get a glass from the cupboard.

“I would never leave X all alone!” he argued, leaning over her to open the cupboard door, intentionally pressing his chest against her back as he reached up and pulled out a glass. “Isn’t that right, chica?” She gripped onto the edge of the table, trying to stop the shiver from running down her spine at the feeling of his low voice murmuring in her ear.

“Sure,” she mumbled softly, her tone barely managing to hold the sarcasm she intended it to. Miguel set his glass down and placed his hands on the counter around X, trapping her beneath him.

“How could you have such little faith in me, X?” he asked her, his voice laced with fake hurt. She didn’t respond, too busy trying to steel herself against the way his breath tickled the back of her neck as he spoke, the spicy, masculine scent of him surrounding her the same way his arms did. She snuck a glance over at Gabe, hoping he wouldn’t find anything suspicious about the way the two of them were interacting. He kept his gaze fixed on the mixing bowl, stopping the whisks to start scraping the mixture off the sides again.

“Leave her alone, Miggy,” he chastised Miguel, pretending to be completely oblivious to the tension between his older brother and his best friend. They hadn’t said anything about it yet, so he wouldn’t either. Although he was getting pretty tired of having to act like he didn’t know anything about it.

“But you just told me not to!” Miguel pointed out, still wrapped around X. Gabe sighed and chucked his shoulder into Miguel’s arm, shoving him aside. His brother held his hands up in surrender, then grabbed his glass before backing away from X.

“¡Vale, vale!” he relented, returning to the island to pour himself some milk. X took in a breath, relieved at being able to breathe again, and leaned over the mixer to take a look at Gabe’s work. She nodded, satisfied, then removed the bowl, replacing it with the egg whites so Gabe could start working on them instead. She was so cute, Miguel thought to himself, his eyes drifting over the curves of her hips and ass and trailing down her bare legs as he watched her lean over the countertop. He turned back to the fridge, returning the milk to its original position.

“Oh, wait!” X stopped him, running over to him quickly. “We need the milk!” She stopped when she reached him, fluttering her curly eyelashes up at him pleadingly, and he grinned. He bent over to sneak a glance at Gabe, making sure his younger brother was still completely focused on his egg whites before he took a step back, guiding X further behind the open fridge door. She stretched onto her toes, trying to grab the milk bottle from Miguel, but he raised his arm, holding it high out of her reach. She frowned at him, huffing in annoyance before folding her arms across her chest, her rosy lips twisting down into a pretty little pout. Mierda, she was cute when she was mad. Miguel smiled and leaned forward, closing his eyes and puckering his lips as he silently demanded her for a kiss.

What was he doing?! What if Gabe saw?! Her stomach fizzed with nerves at the thought, but she stretched up and pressed her lips to his quickly, praying that Gabe wouldn’t be able to see them behind the open fridge door. Miguel opened his eyes and grinned at her, finally handing over the milk bottle to her, and she felt her heart skip a beat at his smile. She lowered her head as she snatched the bottle, trying to hide her own smile as she scurried back over to Gabe, her heart thudding with excitement at what she’d just done.

Mierda, she was so cute when she was flustered, her lips curling into that cute little smile meant just for him. It was too bad that she was still too afraid to tell his brother about them: he didn’t want to hide their relationship anymore, sneaking in a kiss or touch whenever they were sure that no one was looking. No, he wanted to grab her hand and twine her fingers with his, showing her off to the whole world, his precious little girlfriend. He sighed and took a seat at the island, tugging his glass closer to him.

“So?” Miguel asked, licking off the strip of milk he could feel coating his upper lip. “When can I expect my cupcake?” X turned around to face him and he met her gaze, fixing her with a teasing look over the rim of his glass. She lowered her eyes quickly, biting down on her lip to hide that shy smile he loved so much, and he decided then and there that that was going to be his new nickname for her.

“Your cupcake?!” Gabe repeated, scoffing in disbelief. “You can buy it from our stall tomorrow like everyone else.” Miguel grinned at the response and turned to X, injecting his features with as much helplessness as he could possibly muster.

“X?” he pleaded, sticking his lower lip out in a pout. She gulped at the sight, trying to come up with a response. Then, she smiled, her lips curling wickedly at the ends before she leaned over the island, resting her chin in the palms of her hands as she looked up at him.

“I’ll give you a two for one special if you bring all the guys from the football and basketball teams,” she promised him, fluttering her eyelashes up at him mischievously. He smiled, unable to help himself - Dios, she was cute.

“¿Para ti, mi cupcake? Siempre.” (For you, my cupcake? Always.) He raised his glass, downing the rest of his drink and Gabe groaned.

“Ugh! You’re so gross, Migs,” he scolded him, rolling his eyes at his brother’s words. Miguel gestured to X with his glass.

“X doesn’t have a problem with it! Do you, cupcake?” She wrinkled her nose at him, then turned back around to add the vanilla extract and baking powder. Miguel took advantage of the moment to admire her ass, his thoughts drifting to how he’d like to give it a little squeeze before spinning her around and trapping her against the kitchen counter, holding her in place while he kissed her. He loved kissing her, her legs curled around his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, his own hands running up and down her sides as she explored his mouth with her tongue. She was so slow and careful with her touches, always pulling back whenever he got a little too excited. But he didn’t mind - he wanted her to be comfortable with him; to feel safe with him in the same way she always made him feel safe, bringing food over whenever their mother was having one of her headaches, staying back in the library with him and Gabe when they were too afraid to go home and face their father, dragging them over to her house every time the fighting got too bad for him to handle. He protected Gabe, but she protected him. He stood up and went over to the sink to wash his glass, placing it on the drying rack before leaning against the counter behind X. “You sure you don’t need any more help?”

She turned to look up at him, thinking. She didn’t want him to go back up to his room, sitting alone at his desk while she and Gabe messed around downstairs. Besides being her secret boyfriend that she absolutely adored, he was her friend too, and she loved him just as much as she loved Gabe - just as much as she loved her own siblings. She swivelled back around to grab the mixing bowl, then held it out to him, gesturing from him to steal a taste. He raised his eyebrows, but dipped his finger into the batter, licking it up before pursing his lips in thought.

“Well?” she asked him when he continued to remain silent. “How is it?”

He grinned. “Delicioso.”

Gabe felt his lips curl at the ends as he watched the way his brother’s eyes lit up every time they landed on X. He was a good person, his brother, always looking out for him and putting his needs before his own. But he was always so serious, so responsible, and Gabe sometimes felt guilty that he’d had to miss out on his childhood just to make sure that his younger brother had one. So of course he’d been glad when Miguel and X had finally started dating, his best friend easing some of the tension off his brother’s shoulder so that he could finally relax and start acting like every other teenage boy his age. He just couldn’t figure out why they wouldn’t tell him yet.

X bounced on her toes, delighted by Miguel’s reaction, then moved the mixing bowl to the island, where she’d already set out the baking tray. “Okay, I’m going to need you guys to fill up the tray with the cupcake holders, then we’ll start pouring the batter in. One spoon should be enough for each, because it’s going to rise when it starts baking.”

She left the two of them to fill up the tray and prep the cupcakes, turning back around to the counter to begin working on the frosting herself.

One month ago.

Gabe winced as he heard something being thrown across the room, the sound barely muffled by Miguel’s closed door. He glanced over at his brother, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, his ears shielded by the large earphone he’d put on. He always snuck into his brother’s room when it got too loud, the fighting. Miguel would close the door behind him, then go turn on his computer, setting his little brother down in front of it and letting him play whatever games he liked while he himself blocked out the sounds with his music. Gabe turned back to the desk and picked up his phone, shooting off a message to X. ‘They’re fighting again.’

‘Are you safe?’ she replied immediately.

‘Yup,’ Gabe reassured her. ‘In Mig’s room. He’s here w me.’

‘How’s he doing?’

‘Got his earphones on.’ X bit her lip at the response, knowing it must have been really bad for Gabe to message her during the fight. She got up from the sofa and ran over to her mum, quickly finding her in the guest room.

“Mum?” she called out to her. Her mother looked up from her sewing machine, glasses sitting low on her nose.

“Yes, darling?”

“Gabe’s parents are fighting again,” she confided in her. “Can I ask them to come over? Just to play some games and stuff?”

“I’m fine with it, but you better tell your father first,” she warned her. X’s stomach churned at the thought. “Have they had dinner yet?” She looked back down at her phone.

‘My mum’s asking if you’ve had dinner yet,’ she asked Gabe.

‘Yup.’

“Yup,” she repeated to her mother, looking up from her phone. Her mother nodded approvingly and X went off to find her father. She peered around the doorway of his study, trying to gauge his mood - it was better when he was in a good mood, though he usually said yes to Gabe and Miguel coming over anyway.

“Papa?” she called out, creeping into the room carefully. He hummed in question and she relaxed, her shoulder slumping with relief at the friendly sound: he was fine. She moved closer to him. “Is it okay if Gabe and Miguel come over? We’ll just play some games and watch a movie! We won’t disturb anyone!” Her father frowned and turned to look at her.

“So late?” he questioned. X shifted in position uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze.

“Their parents are fighting again,” she revealed to him. “I’m just scared they’ll get hurt.”

“Okay,” he relented, turning back to his computer. “Tell them to bring their clothes if they want to sleep over. It’s a Saturday anyway.” X bounced on the balls of her feet in excitement.

“Thanks Papa!” She leaned over to give him a hug, then ran back downstairs, sharing the good news with Gabe. Then she pulled up her chat with Miguel.

‘Are you busy?’ she asked.

A notification popped up on his screen and his heart fluttered when he saw X’s name there. He sat up and sighed, a wave of relief washing over him as he replied to her. ‘No. What’s up?’

‘Want to watch a movie?’ He tapped on his phone, thinking. Gabe had probably told her then, that their parents were having yet another fight.

‘Now?’

'Yeah!’ she replied enthusiastically. ‘My dad said to just bring your stuff and sleep over.’

Miguel slid his gaze over to his younger brother, already watching him, waiting for his decision. His lips quirked at the eager look on Gabe’s face and he rolled his eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Pack your stuff. We’ll sneak out the front.”

They’d grabbed some snacks from the kitchen first, then gone to hang out with X’s younger sister and brother in the family room. The former had already been watching something on the TV while the latter was sat in front of the computer, eyes fixed on the screen as he played some shooter game. Miguel and X had pulled the sofa out into a bed and the two of them had settled on it next to X’s sister while Gabe jumped onto the bean bag. They’d joked and laughed as they watched one Disney movie after another, the minutes ticking by as they all sat together. X looked over at the clock, noticing how late it was getting, then glanced over at her siblings, finding them already nodding off in their seats. She leaned over to give them each a little shake.

“Go to sleep,” she whispered, “it’s late.” They got up and began drowsily heading off to their bedroom, leaving Gabe space to bound onto the sofa and sink into it on X’s other side. She wriggled a little closer to Miguel, and he raised his arm, draping it over the back of the sofa so she had more space to squeeze in. They’d stayed like that a bit longer, all of them fighting to stay awake as the movie continued to play. Finally, Gabe lay down and turned over, curling the blanket around himself as he fell asleep entirely. X turned to Miguel, wanting to laugh about it with him, but found his eyes closed as well, his head propped up on his fist as he rested his elbow on the headrest behind her. He was cute when he was asleep, his eyes closed peacefully, his forehead smooth without the concern constantly furrowing his brows. She grabbed the remote to switch the TV off, yawning as she realised how exhausted she herself was. Then she reached over to the armrest to steady herself as she climbed over Miguel.

He’d felt some movement beside him and opened his eyes to find himself face to face with X, her lips twisting into a sheepish grin as she looked at him. He raised an eyebrow and she reached up to pat his cheek gently, her touch soft and reassuring.

“Go back to sleep,” she told him quietly. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her instead, turning them around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed with her in his lap. His arms stayed firmly around her as he stayed there, trying to get the words out, trying to tell her that he loved her - he loved her - and he was so, so glad to have her in his life. But the words just continued to hover on the tip of his tongue, refusing to make themselves known.

She’d been surprised at first, when he’d curled his arms around her so tightly. But then she’d relaxed into the hug, wrapping her arms around his neck, his soft, wavy hair tickling her cheek as she gave him what he needed. Finally, he spoke, the words a hoarse whisper in her ear. “I’m really glad Gabe found you.”

He loosened his grip on her, enough for her to pull back and give him a pleased smile. “Thank you. I’m really glad I found you guys too.”

He held her for a moment longer, his eyes travelling over her sweet features as he built up the courage to ask her the question. “Can I kiss you?”

What? Her eyes widened in surprise, unsure if she’d heard him right. Then she smiled and lowered her head, trying to hide the curl of her lips at his request. Of course she wanted him to kiss her, of course she’d had a secret crush on him for ages, with his fiery eyes and his heart-stopping smile and his friendly and thoughtful demeanour. He was her first love, and she didn’t think she’d ever feel for anyone the same way she felt about him. Never.

“On the cheek?” she asked shyly, looking up at him again when he didn’t respond. He swallowed hard, his grip on her waist tightening as he sucked in a nervous breath. He shook his head.

Not on the cheek. Her lips parted in disbelief and she dug her fingers into his broad shoulders, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest in anticipation. She smiled again, then leaned forward slightly, closing her eyes as she waited.

He inhaled another breath, then licked his lips before leaning forward and pressing them against hers. She was soft and small beneath him, and he felt the tension ease from his body as her familiar strawberry scent washed over him. He’d never kissed anyone before, but it felt nice; intimate - like a way he could tell her how much he really loved her without actually having to say it out loud. He pulled back to gauge her reaction, but she stayed in position, eyes still closed, lips puckered up adorably. So he kissed her again, just as gentle, just as light, then he gave her a final quick peck before sitting back.

He felt nice, his lips lush and soft against hers, and she felt like she’d float into the air at any second, her stomach bubbling with happiness as it was. She blinked her eyes open slowly, his handsome face coming back into focus before her: his deep-set eyes, his thick brows, his chiselled features. She grinned and he smiled as well, soft and shy, his sharp canines pressing into his bottom lip. Her toes curled at the sight and she leaned forward again, wrapping her arms back around him. “I really like you, Miguel.”

He ran his fingers along her back, stroking her tenderly. “I really like you too, X.”

Present day.

It was the day of the charity event - the fair they held in their school every year to raise money for whatever organisation their school had collectively agreed on that year - and Miguel had gathered his teammates around him in a group huddle.

“All right,” he began, putting on his captain’s voice, “you guys are going to go out there and make sure my girl … ‘s stall is empty by the end of the day.” ¡Ay, mierda! He’d almost called her his girlfriend! In front of everyone! When she’d specifically told him not to! Not until they’d told Gabe, at least.

“Your girl? Oooh!” Ben nudged Peter playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at him suggestively as he teased Miguel. Miguel rolled his eyes and shot Ben an exasperated look.

“We’re just messing with you, Miguel,” Peter chuckled playfully, taking a brief pause. Then, “we already know she’s your girl.” The group of boys broke into laughter once again. Miguel groaned, pushing them to get them to start moving.

“Just go,” he chided them, following behind as they formed a line to go to X’s stall. She looked up when they came, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she saw the entire under 18’s basketball team line up by her stall.

“Two cupcakes, please!” Hobie requested, holding out the required number of tickets once she’d given Ben his order. She grabbed the tickets and handed them to Gabe before picking up two of the cupcakes and passing them over to Hobie.

“What are you guys all doing here?” she asked them curiously. Hobie grinned and gestured to the back of the line.

“Miguel said to make sure his girl’s stall is empty by the end of the day,” he informed X, causing her cheeks to heat up with embarrassment. She leaned over to sneak a glance at Miguel, her eyes lighting up when they landed on him. He smiled back at her, giving a small wave in greeting as he flashed her a proud look.

“Two cupcakes, please,” he ordered, handing her his tickets once he’d reached the front of the line. He leaned over and shot her a mischievous smirk before adding, “and I believe I was promised an extra?” She wrinkled her nose, pretending to be annoyed by the flirtatious tone he always took with her, but he could see the way she’d pressed her lips together to stop her smile as she gave him his three cupcakes.

“Gracias, mi cupcake,” he teased her playfully, causing some of the guys to shoot him puzzled looks.

“‘Mi cupcake’?” Ben repeated, lips twitching with amusement. “Did he just call her his cupcake?!”

“Yeah!” Pavitr confirmed, punching Ben in the arm lightly. “That’s his girl, Ben! What do you expect?” Miguel rolled his eyes as the guys broke into laughter, but he kept his attention fixed on X as he watched for her response. She slid her gaze over to Gabe, biting her lip in apprehension as she awaited his reaction. Gabe threw his hands in the air and groaned.

“Ugh! I know, okay!” he revealed finally, unable to take it any longer. “Just … make it official already! Or something.”

Her eyes widened with surprise at Gabe’s confession and she turned to him fully. “You knew?! Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I was waiting for you to say something!” he chastised her. She glanced up at Miguel, looking to him for backup, but he just held his hands up in defence.

“Don’t look at me! You were the one who said you wanted to keep it a secret until you told Gabe!” he accused her.

“‘A secret’?!” Ben repeated, serious now. “Wait. You mean you guys are actually dating? Oooh!” The guys broke into a cheer, clapping Miguel on the back in congratulations at the news. X turned back to Gabe.

“How did you know?” He sighed.

“Besides how obvious you guys make it,” he began, his expression softening as he looked at the two of them, “he’s my brother and you’re my best friend. Of course I knew.” He shrugged nonchalantly, the matter resolved as easily as that. X lowered her head, her lips curling into a sheepish smile. Then she straightened and punched Miguel on the arm, trying to get rid of the heat burning her cheeks.

“I told you you were being too obvious!” she scolded him.

“Oh no no no no no,” Gabe wagged his finger at her, stopping her in her tracks. “Miguel was fine. You were the one who was so giggly whenever he was around.” Gabe fluttered his eyelashes and curled into himself in a perfect imitation of X, his voice rising in pitch as he copied her.

“Oh, hi Miguel! Can you help me with my homework? You guys want to come over today? We can just hang out and stuff! Good job at the game yesterday, Miguel, you were so good!” X frowned and punched him in the arm instead, putting more force into the action this time.

“Ow!” Gabe exclaimed, rubbing his arm as he glared up at her. Miguel grinned and leaned over the table to press a kiss to X’s cheek, overcome by happiness at the knowledge that they didn’t need to hide their relationship any longer. X’s lips parted in surprise and she clenched her fists as she lowered her head, her lips twisting into an embarrassed smile as the guys cheered Miguel on.

“Um, thanks for coming guys!” she told the team before plopping back down into her seat, steadfastly avoiding Miguel’s gaze.

“Cupcake.” He waited until she looked up at him before continuing. “You’re going to come by the haunted house later, right? To support your boyfriend?” His lips stretched wide as he rested his hands on the table, his excitement at finally getting to call her that in front of everyone drowning out the sounds of yet another round of hollers behind him.

She curled into herself shyly, her cheeks catching on fire as she fidgeted with her hands. Her boyfriend! He’d called himself that! In front of everyone! It really was official now. She brushed her hair behind her ear, her eyes staying fixed on the ground as she replied. “You know I get scared, Miguel.”

“You don’t have to get scared, princesa: I’ll be there.” He leaned over the table, trying to catch her gaze. “I’ll even hold your hand if you want me to.” She groaned in irritation as the guys whooped at that, trying not to smile again.

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll come, I’ll come!” She sat up and waved her hands at him, trying to shoo him away with the rest of the guys. “Go!”

“Hasta luego, cupcake.” (See you later, cupcake.) Miguel shot her a naughty wink, then left.

She picked at the skin around her nails as she waited in line with her friends, nervous. “I don’t know, guys. Is it really scary?”

“It’s fine! Don’t worry!” MJ reassured her. Then she wiggled her eyebrows at X and gave her a playful shove. “Besides, your boyfriend will be there to protect you.” X rolled her eyes at the statement, her lips pulling back in a grin.

“Oh my god, yeah!” Gwen exclaimed suddenly. “How come you never told us?! How long have guys even been dating? Like, actually?”

X twirled her hair around her finger as she thought about it. “Um, like, a month?”

“What?!” Gwen and MJ exclaimed together, the news a shock to them both. X winced guiltily at their reactions.

“I was just scared to tell Gabe!” she admitted. “I didn’t want him to think I was going to choose Miguel over him or something.”

“So? What did he say?” MJ asked, curious to find out more.

“He said he already knew! He was just waiting for us to tell him!” MJ rolled her eyes amusement at that.

“You guys,” she sighed, knowing them all too well by now. She’d been X’s friend even before Gabe and Miguel had moved to the neighbourhood and X spent almost as much time with her as she did with Gabe.

“Hey!” Peter greeted the three of them when they’d reached the front of the line. “X! You came!” X brushed her hair behind her ear and glanced up at him quickly.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Miguel!” Peter twisted his head back, calling out to Miguel somewhere inside the haunted house. “Your girlfriend is here.” MJ and Gwen giggled at that, both of them nudging her teasingly. It wasn’t long before Miguel himself bounded out of the room, his eyes lighting up in excitement when he saw X waiting for him.

“You came!”

“Yeah,” she told him, like it should have been obvious that she would have come. “You said you wanted me to support you.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She always supported him when he asked, and even when he didn’t, going to all of his games and sitting on the sidelines, cheering him on right next to his brother.

“Miguel!” she whined, curling up against him once he’d loosened his grip on her slightly.

“¿Si, mi cupcake?” he asked her, refusing to let her go just yet. But she wriggled out of his arms, taking a step away from him and setting her features into a serious expression.

“Let’s go.” She nodded to the entrance and he grabbed her hand, gesturing for her friends to follow behind.

“Come on. It’s really good, trust me.”

X pulled her phone out of her pocket, clicking in the message she'd received.

“Oh! My mum's on the field!” she informed Miguel, looking up at him as he walked down the corridor with her. “She said my cousins are doing the bouncy castle. They're probably going to head back soon.”

She smiled as another message came through, squeezing Miguel's hand where it was still firmly clasped around hers. “She says they tried to find me in the canteen, but my stall was already closed!"

She grinned up at him again and his heart leapt at the sight, his stomach bubbling at the adoring look on her face. The look he'd put there. He swung their hands lightly as they continued walking. “You want to go see them?”

“Can you … Do you want to meet my aunt? She's really nice!” She brushed her thumb across the back of his hand reassuringly, her smile turning a little nervous as she waited for his answer. Of course she wanted him to meet her family, of course she wanted to show him off, her sweet and smart boyfriend that she was so proud of and adored so very much. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Of course!” he agreed, gesturing for her to lead the way. She squealed with delight and pulled him down the corridor, racing over to her family.

“X!” Her aunt shrieked when she saw her. She held her arms out and X barreled into them, squeezing her tight.

“Masi! How was your trip?” (Aunt!)

“It was fine,” her aunt reassured her before gesturing to her three young kids. “They were mostly just sleeping on the bus.”

“Penji!” her cousins screamed, swarming her and tackling her with their small forms. (Older sister!)

“We came to find you in the canteen, but you’d already sold out?” her mum asked her, curious. X gestured to Miguel, suddenly shy.

“Yeah. Miguel got all the guys from the basketball and football teams to come buy my stuff.” Miguel stepped forward to give X’s mum a hug - a greeting that had become a habit as he’d opened up to her more over time - then he held his hand out to X’s aunt.

“Hi aunty, it’s nice to meet you,” he greeted her politely. “X talks about you all the time. I’m Miguel.” Her aunt reached forward to shake his hand, her lips stretched into that same wide smile that X always wore.

“Hello, Miguel, nice to meet you too!” She shot X a mischievous look. “What a handsome young man!” Her youngest daughter turned to X, eyes wide.

“Is he your boyfriend?” She gasped at her own question and her siblings smacked her on the arm, sneaking glances over at Miguel as they waited for X’s answer. She shifted nervously in position, glancing over at her mother meaningfully - X always told her mother everything.

“Um, yeah,” her lips curled at the corners as she said it. “He … His younger brother is my best friend! So, we were friends first and everything.”

“Did you tell Gabe yet?” X’s mother asked her, features scrunched up in concern. X nodded.

“Well, he said he already knew anyway. So … yeah.” She bit her lip, her cheeks aching from how much she kept smiling.

“Did he say anything?” her mother continued. “Is he okay with it?” She liked how happy Miguel made her daughter, the two of them always finding comfort in one another’s presence. She was an anxious girl, her daughter, and it had been a relief when she’d found a good young man who took care of her properly. She just worried what would happen once Miguel went to university - he was a year older, after all, so they’d have to spend almost as long apart from one another.

“He was fine,” Miguel reassured her. “He said he was just waiting for us to tell him.” Her mother turned to X, a knowing expression on her face.

“See? I told you he’d be fine!” X nodded enthusiastically, smiling happily. Then she turned to her cousins.

“Have you guys done the dunk tank yet?” she asked them.

“Oh! Coach Matthews is doing it!” Miguel pointed out to X. He turned to X’s cousins. “You guys want to try? I can help you!”

X nodded in agreement. “Miguel’s captain of the basketball team. And he’s also on the football team too! He’s really good at sports!”

The kids agreed and Miguel and X led them over to the dunk tank.

“Miguel?” Coach Matthews called out when he saw him approach. “I think there’s a rule against athletes being allowed to do the dunk tank.” He chuckled at his own joke.

“Oh no. I’m just here with my girlfriend’s cousins.” He gestured to X and she waved at Coach Matthews shyly. His eyes widened in surprise.

“You two?!” He was the football coach for both the official school team and the casual after-school club - which X was a part of - so he knew both of them pretty well. He’d watch quietly as Miguel stayed back after his own practice to train with X, partnering up with her on the drills, filling in as goalie when one of the other girls couldn’t make it - even though he was absolutely hopeless at the role, being a striker himself - and they always looked so happy together, the older boy finally finding relief in the smaller girl’s presence. He knew about Miguel’s parents, of course - all the teachers did, all of them making sure to keep an eye out for him in case he needed anything. He was always so quiet, so responsible, and his coach was glad that he had at least one person he confided in. “Finally! I was getting tired of waiting!”

“Coach!” X scoffed incredulously, her jaw dropping in surprise. He grinned and pointed a finger at Miguel accusingly.

“At least I don’t have to watch all the other girls try to flirt with you at practice anymore,” Coach Matthews teased him. X punched Miguel on the arm and he flashed her a sheepish smile before giving her a side hug. Their coach continued. “But stay focused on your studies, all right? I don’t want to see you guys mucking about.”

X straightened and gave him a salute. “Yes, sir!”

Coach Matthews sighed. “Just drown me already.”

The kids tried, one after another, each doing their best to throw the ball hard enough to dunk Coach Matthews and all of them failing miserably.

“Wait,” Miguel stopped X’s youngest cousin before she could take her final throw. He bent down to whisper something in her ear, then looked at her in question, waiting until she nodded in agreement before straightening up again. “Okay. Ready? One, two, three!” He picked her up in his arms and ran to the button, holding her up so she could smash the ball right into it, dunking Coach Matthews straight into the water. Then he set her back down and kneeled by her side to give her a high five.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Coach Matthews accused them once he’d swam back up to the surface.

“You asked us to dunk you!” Miguel pointed out jokingly. His coach rolled his eyes as he climbed out of the tank.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you at practice on Monday, Miguel.” He shot him a warning look, hinting at the revenge he’d be bestowing upon Miguel on Monday. Miguel just grinned and waved after his retreating figure.

“See you on Monday, Coach!” He turned back around to X. “You want to go help with cleanup now?”

“Sure." She shrugged. She turned to face her cousins. “You guys go home first. We have to clean everything up.” Her cousins sighed in disappointment, but started making their way back to their mother, saying goodbye to Miguel before they left. He returned his attention to X, brows furrowed in concern.

“Do you think they like me?” She grinned and grabbed his wrist.

“More than me, probably.” She let out a dramatic sigh, pretending to be offended by the thought. “You’re too cool, Miguel.”

He raised his eyebrows and slipped his fingers between hers. “I don’t hear anyone else complaining.”

X rolled her eyes, but smiled as she tugged him towards the stairs. “Let’s go. Haunted house?”

Miguel nodded and they made their way back up, hands intertwined, the two of them grinning happily at one another the entire time.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel fanfic #miguel x oc #miguel ohara #miguel fluff #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #spiderman 2099 x reader

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jamiesfootball · 1 month

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🌹🌹!!!!

What if my brain continued spinning the wheels about the mess I left in that other prompt fic, and instead of letting me work on anything else I had to write more Sam-hugs? What then?

And then what if I just. released them piecemeal.

Part one here

Other small scene here

What if there was now a chapter count-?

Sam had a smile that could light up the room on the best of days, but the way he beamed when he opened the door could brighten up the whole of Britain through a long winter. Jamie’s heart flopped uselessly in his chest, unable to muster up the same back. “‘Ey, twenty-four. Not too late for you, am I?” “Not at all,” Sam reassured, and then he was stepping forward to wrap Jamie in another hug. Two Obisanya hugs in a day. Not that Jamie minded. Most of the time it was Jamie cadging for scraps, but he supposed even Sam had moments where he needed help minding the gaps where the ugly stuff bled through. A nasty voice in the back of his head reminded him that he hadn’t earned it, hadn’t even scored any goals during their last match on account of the- But he didn’t want to think about that with Sam tucked up against his chest. That could wait 'til he got home. For now, all he had to do was help Sam. When Sam pulled away, having had his fill, he clapped Jamie’s on the shoulder. Jamie bit down the yelp on his tongue. “Although you should have called,” Sam admonished, wagging his finger with an air of disappointment that was transparently fake. “Seriously. I was worried. Any longer and I would have had to call Roy.”

Jamie snorted. “Ain’t you feeling cheeky? Nah, man, traffic was a nightmare,” he lied. “Brought this for us though?”

At the offered chardonnay, Sam cooed. It was his favorite brand too - something he described as buttery, which Jamie figured meant dry and cloying. He'd made himself late by having to swing by the shops, but he was working apology on top of apology here. Besides, it was worth it to have Sam waving him inside, quickly, we have just enough time to let it chill before dinner.

Jamie stepped inside, quickly. The whole house smelled amazing. Sam had something cooking on the stove, and the aroma of it set his mouth watering. All the lights were dimmed, but the space felt bright. He had pictures everywhere, and big paintings on the wall that were probably from all those local art shows he attended, and every piece of furniture had it's own blanket thrown over it like surviving the winter was going to be a team effort. This, despite Sam keeping the place a little warmer than most people liked it in London. Nice and toasty -- Jamie didn't think twice of sliding off his coat. He slung it on the hook by the door, right next to Sam's new bomber jacket.

Then he went to slide off his shoes and his knees buckled out from under him. A shocked noise escaped as he caught himself against the side table.

"Did you say something?" asked Sam, leaning out of the kitchen with a corkscrew wielded in one hand and the bottle in the other.

"Slipped," Jamie answered.

Sam disappeared back into the kitchen. Jamie shook his head at himself.

He wasn't dehydrated. Sure, his stomach was growling all of the sudden, but it wasn't like he'd skipped his smoothie that morning. Could barely exercise until he was cleared by the physios, could he, and the handful of injuries-

Well. None of them were on his knees, were they?

Fucking weird.

The weirdness didn't end there. Soon as he sat down at the table - Sam, feeling himself an extra cheeky lad that evening, pulled his chair out for him - it slapped Jamie in the face.

He was tired.

Scratch that, he was exhausted.

Surrounded by soothing kitchen music, the smell of baked bread ("We won't tell, Coach."), and half a glass of chilled wine ("We will tell, Coach."), every scrap of tension holding him upright had suddenly vanished. All he wanted to do was lie down under the table and take a nap.

His breath hitched.

Mortified, he glanced over his shoulder, certain that Sam had heard it. A wave of dizziness crashed into him as he realised he hoped Sam had heard it. Because Sam would have something nice to say about it, wouldn't he? Sam with his endless patience for Jamie's unending string of messes and his endless tolerance until Jamie had done whatever he had done. That Sam would take one look at Jamie -- and look at the mess he'd made; no way his face was hiding anything right now -- and his head would tilt and his face would soften into something that looked like pity and he would tell Jamie something nice because Jamie needed it. He needed it more than water and protein shakes and bread and cold wine and the painkillers that wore off hours ago except he couldn't have them in the house any more.

Sam had something nice to say about everything under the sun.

More than anything right now, Jamie could use a little sun.

Instead, Sam ladled a bowl of something that smelled- fuck, delicious, and said with low hint of regret in his voice, "I think we should discuss what happened at the match."

#my dinner went cold writing this #rose for a snippet #writing snippet #sam obisanya #jamie tartt #cw food #cw implied jamie's dad #post injury #fic: I'm a fine line on a razor's edge #that's right we're at titling now #(though that is the partial title. I'm not having another OGYGGIYHNBGL to type)

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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Masterlist:

x Reader:

Tutoring - fluff - You’re pretty well-known for your straight As, and your aptitude for helping others get there. So much so, that you attract the attention of the world’s most impossible client, Edward Munson. (gender neutral reader)

Getting Amped- fluff - It’s a big day for Eddie - the day he plans on finally asking you out. It’s still a little nerve-wracking, though, so he psyches himself up in the one way he would never let anyone know he does. (Eddie’s POV, no direct reader input)

Existing Together - fluff - Life is tough when you’re in middle school. A strange boy who lives in the same trailer park as you knows just how you feel, and just how to make it all feel better. (gender neutral reader)

Rained Off - fluff - You and your old best friend have a whole spring break of nostalgic adventure planned… But the weather has other ideas for you. (gender neutral reader)

Rejuvenation - smut - Giving up on your local music scene, you find a band in the next town over who has you coming back for more. (f!reader, rockstar au)

Feeling Understood - fluff - Life at school being you isn’t great, sure, but at least it’s consistent and it’s not hurting anyone. But maybe having someone to fight your corner would be nice. (gender neutral autistic!reader)

False Idols - smut - One revelation leads to another, and another… (f!reader)

The Buffer - fluff - Chrissy just wants to play wingwoman. If only the two people in question weren’t so clueless. (gender neutral reader)

I Want Your Video - smut - You had to make your ex pay for what he did, to you and his former fellow Hellfire party member. There’s only one person that can truly help you with that. (f!reader)

Your friend and co-lead’s in-character love confession feels a little too real - fluff (f!reader, theater kid au)

Eddie recruits you into Hellfire - fluff (f!reader)

Treating Eddie’s Upside Down scars - fluff (gender neutral reader)

Giving Eddie the birthday party he always wanted - fluff (gender neutral reader)

Eddie “helps” you prepare for a bake sale - fluff (gender neutral reader)

x Reader x Steve Harrington:

An Unambiguous Love (series) - fluff - Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you. (f!reader, not canon compliant) - complete

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10

Steve and Eddie notice you're calling fake sick and come to "check" on you - smut (f!reader)

x Jonathan Byers:

Wavelengths - fluff - Despite his constant flirting, Eddie just can't get Jonathan to understand his feelings towards him. Thankfully, his meddling friends have a plan. Inspired by the Wavelengths DLC from Life is Strange: True Colors

x Nancy Wheeler

I'm Yours Tonight - fluff - Newly single Nancy needs a prom date. So does eternally single Eddie Munson.

x Reader:

Fake It ‘Til You Make It- fluff - You didn’t mean to call THE Steve Harrington of your high school days, the pet name you always call your best friend. But after seeing Dustin’s reaction to it, how could you possibly pass up the opportunity to annoy your little brother even further? (gender neutral Henderson!reader)

Curiosity Is Killing Me - smut - When sleepovers with your best friend become a ruse for her sneaking her own boyfriends in, it’s not your fault that the only other distraction is her brother… (f!reader)

Sugar and Spice - smut - Your benefactor’s colleagues have been itching to get him to go to dinner with them, so you do what any good sugar baby would do and help him out, but not without making sure you get a little something, first. (f!reader)

What Are Friends For? - smut - A late night post-Truth or Dare chat with your best friend has you admitting your own lack of experience, sexually. Thankfully, he's more than happy to tutor you. (f!reader)

You can see right into your new neighbour’s apartment - fluff (gender neutral reader)

You unexpectedly faint on Steve - fluff (gender neutral reader)

Steve meets your younger brother - fluff (f!reader)

Steve visits your house, to feel at home with your family - fluff (gender neutral Henderson!reader, not affiliated with other work)

Ficmas: Tradition - After keeping an old Harrington tradition, you and Steve start your own - fluff (f!reader)

x Reader x Eddie Munson:

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10

Steve and Eddie notice you're calling fake sick and come to "check" on you - smut (f!reader)

x Chrissy Cunningham:

Stretch It Out - fluff - Steve doesn't realise the person who washed their laundry before him left a shirt in the machine until it was too late. Turns out, he's not the only one from Hawkins at this school.

Steve finds out Chrissy's a little touch-starved, and offers to help her - smut

Dethroned - fluff - A fresh new start, Chrissy Cunningham’s got everything wrapped around her finger. Her classes, her extra-curriculars… And the number one heartthrob on campus. If only he’ll just admit what he really wants.

History Repeats Itself - fluff/smut - Chrissy thought she was going to make it big. She was going to get away from everything terrible in her life. Although that didn’t end up working out in her favour, at least she also managed to cling onto her most reliable life preserver in the form of her best friend Steve.

A Discordant Romance - fluff - When Eddie Munson gathers all his streamer friends from all the walks of his life, sparks fly for two in particular.

Blinded By Feelings - fluff/smut - Robin and Eddie love their best friends more than anything. Robin and Eddie hate hearing about their best friends’ failed romances more than anything. They decide to intervene, not realising there’s more to setting up a blind date than meets the eye.

Lightning Never Strikes Twice - fluff - Robin wants a plus one for her ten-year high school reunion, in case it’s’ as terrible as she anticipates. However, it becomes very apparent very quickly that Steve, who didn’t even go to his own reunion, isn’t needed here, either.

36 Questions To Fall In Love - fluff - Psychologists claim that they have come up with 36 questions which can lead to two people who know little to nothing about each other beforehand, to fall in love. Curious about the study thanks to their own forlorn love lives, Steve Harrington and Chrissy Cunningham both separately sign up to

x Reader:

Heart Of A Lion - fluff - Making friends with someone to get closer to the not-so-secret admirer who’s been leaving notes in your locker yields far more interesting results. (gender neutral reader)

Ficmas: Mistletoe - You and Jonathan are responsible for decorating the Lenora Hills High Winter Ball - fluff (gn!reader)

x Eddie Munson:

x Reader:

Ficmas: Matching pyjamas - You and your colleagues choose to do Secret Santa over a holiday party - fluff (f!reader)

x Reader:

Busy Streets and Busy Lives (series) - fluff/angst/smut - A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he’s from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives. (gn!afab!reader) - complete

• masterlist •

Reader dances with Ralph on his birthday - fluff (f!reader)

Ficmas: Baking - You and Ralph have to make Christmas cookies for your friends - fluff (bsbl!verse, gn!reader)

You, a singer, catch Ralph admiring your performance and invite him backstage - smut (f!reader)

x Reader:

Firsts - fluff/angst/smut - A boy you met in the playground has a far greater effect on your life than you could have imagined. (f!reader)

Cheers to the Weekend - smut - You and your boyfriend discuss what to do with your weekend off together. (f!reader)

Worth the Wait - smut - Your favourite customer has a confession to make, that he's very eager to. You wish you could believe him - if only he weren't drunk every time he saw you. (f!reader)

Some older!Tom thoughts

x Reader:

Kurt falls for a drive thru server - fluff + smut (f!reader)

#masterlist #pinned

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justyanle · 1 year

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LOOK AT HIM BRO HES SO AWWWWWW OMFG I CANT GET OVER THIS PICTURE BUT ANYWAYS IM GONNA GIVE SOME NETEYAM HCS THAT I RANDOMLY THOUGHT ABT

jake definitely tried to teach him how to cook once but failed and almost started ANOTHER fire 💀 (they get their asses beat by neytiri)

neteyam tucks tuk to sleep when she cant get to sleep and he cuddles her

LMFAOOO I CANT IMAGINE IT BUT BRO'S FACE WAS PROBABLY SO FUCKING STUPID WHEN HE WAS GETTING THROUGH HIS IKNIMAYA LIKE "🤯😫" JUST IMAGINE IT

hes scared of insects. i just know it. he probably pretends to not care that there was an insect and he brushes it off acting like hes not afraid of it so hes like the definition of fake it til you make it

NOT JUST FOR NETEYAM BUT FOR EVERY SULLY IN THE METKAYINA CLAN 💀EVERYTIME WHEN THEY GET OUT OF THE WATER THEY WOULD LITERALLY BE SHAKING BECAUSE OF THE COLD WITH THEIR LIPS QUIVERING LIKE THEY LITERALLY BOOTY BAKED ASWELL

he would still forgive spider after he finds out in the happen (its not like he can but just imagine it in the afterlife) 💀 he would be salty ykyk but he would like understand a bit

HES A MAMA'S BOY 💯💯💯

he would be an art kid in school

#atwow #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar #neteyam #avatar neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully #avatar movie #avatar neteyam sully #neteyam headcanons #headcanon #Spotify

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leffee · 2 months

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szmxkld,.ds..m, for the fourth time (yes, yes I am once again on lps rewatching marathon, it's my comfort show). On today's agenda: Bake it til' you make it episode, aka Sunil pretending to be a doctor to fool his parents episode

You guessed it, it's all about Vinnie as always, a lot to talk about today. So most importantly, I just love when Sunil's parents arrive, they do the whole talk, and then at the end Sunil's mom (love her btw) is like "My son, future film-maker". But like, Vinnie's the one who who made this movie, he was the director, as far as we know he assigned the roles, wrote the script, maybe more, but anyway he was the director. Sunil did not do it, he was the main actor, but not the maker. But Vinnie didn't say aything about it, he didn't try to be the "Well, actually 🤓☝" dude, he let Sunil have all the glory because he's a good boy.

And he was so willing, practically ready on the spot with a genuinely good plan to hop in and help Sunil and somehow coordinated others to join in too.

I also love the detail (?) of why Vinnie was the director, so not an actor in the movie. It might be obvious, but I only realized it now, of course he couldn't be in the movie, Sunil's parents knew him, and as far as it can be read from the context they previously didn't know the rest of the pets so they could be actors no problem. Vinnie on the other hand, could not.

Oh oh, and he watches some medical show! Random thing? Maybe, but it seemes more likely that at some point after he learned that Sunil's parents wanted him to be a doctor he took interest in watching such things. Cause I mean, Vinnie and medical shows? Sounds completely disconnected otherwise unless maybe you consider that he at least partly most likely watches it for the crisis and excitement.

One more thing, idk if everyone who wanted to already realized that, but this is the episode which inspired my "Vinnie is afraid of fake blood (but not real one)" headcanon, this is literally what he said in it, so the first part is not a headcanon because it's just straight up true for him.

All around, he was just really smart this episode and so helpful, I love him, I swear there were two types of writers of episodes with Vinnie, ones who made him the butt of the joke and absolute moron and then there were the ones who made him a helpful little fella who still had that Vinnie charm, without being an annoyingly stupid character.

#lps 2012

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hachama · 1 year

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okay i want to preface this by saying your posts are really comforting and inspiring to me. i'm still in the process of converting and i've been encouraged by my rabbi to bake hamantaschen for Purim in my home. what came to mind first was how nervous i get in the kitchen, especially when it comes to baking new things-- i'm a wreck, i drop stuff all the time.

and admittedly, i, for one reason or another-- perhaps because the kitchen is a holy place-- just feel terrified of making even the slightest mistake. but what came to mind second was your blog, so it was as good a sign to me as any to direct this specific question to you:

how can i be less nervous in the kitchen? what can i do to lessen the anxiety of perfectionism with food?

Part of feeling more comfortable is just... doing the thing. "fake it 'til you make it" is a cliché because, at least sometimes, it really does work like that. The kitchen is where the food lives, and it's where the tools for doing stuff with food and the food specific work spaces are. There's a lot that can go wrong in a kitchen, but also so, so much that can go wonderfully right.

Hamantaschen are, honestly, both a great recipe for beginners, and a terrible one. They can be extremely technical: the right amount of flour to keep dough from sticking when you roll it out can become woefully too much flour on the surface of the dough and prevent the corners from sticking. Even when everything looks properly stuck together, they can open up in the oven and the filling pour out. But you know what you call a flat, failed hamantaschen?

A delicious cookie.

And that's the other part of getting comfortable: having a realistic concept of what "failure" looks like. Short of classic failures, like using salt instead of sugar or forgetting an ingredient entirely, no matter what your food looks like, it's still going to taste good.

Perfectionism is letting the perfect be the enemy of the good, and it's a natural impulse. It's also your brain lying to you. You are not Amaury Guichon or Duff Goldman. You do not need to be perfect.

Here. I got you a present.

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year

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Can I request cg jj and little reader baking holiday cookies for the rest of the team?

Cookies | Jennifer Jareau x Reader

warnings: slight baby talk

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“Now we just wait for them to cool then we can frost them.” Jj smiles over to you, setting the tray of freshly baked sugar cookies down on the stove top.

“Do you think the team will like ‘em?” You question and watch how the blondes mouth falls open in fake shock.

“Of course they will! They’ll love them.” She assures while walking over to scoop you onto her lap, your head instantly falling to Jennifer’s shoulder, her hand petting at your hair and a content smile on both of your faces.

“I hope Penny really likes ‘em, she always makes stuff for us.” Jj hums along, wiping her free hand at your cheek where a smear of cookie dough still sits no matter how many times she’s tried to clean everything up.

“I’m sure Garcia is going to be over the moon.” The tech genius is always jazzed by anything you do, she loves when you draw her pictures or even just give her coins you find on the side of the road, Jj has no doubt Penny will praise you to the high heavens over the cookies still cooling.

“How long til we frost ‘em? Taking so long.” You partly whine but stop at Jj’s raised eyebrow.

“If we don’t let them cool off first the icing will just slide off, we still have a few minutes. Maybe we can clean up some while we wait.” Her eyes squint as she peers around the kitchen that’s covered in remnants from making the cookies dough.

Flour, sugar, even some smears of butter, are all coating the kitchens island with crumpled up paper towels thrown on top that were attempts at cleaning while you two worked. Halfway through Jj had given up and just let you be as messy as you wanted, she’s has some minor regrets about that now.

“Ugh. Cleaning, gross. But fine, just til they cool.” Your caregiver presses a quick kiss to your forehead for being cooperative before you both jump down to do your share of tiding up the kitchen, that will surely become messy again once the frosting commences.

#jj writes #criminal minds agere #little!reader #caregiver!jj #jennifer jareau #jj x reader

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louwhose · 1 year

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louwhose fic Masterlist

AO3 | Writing tag

The Legend of Zelda

Lock and Key: 19k, multi-chapter, ongoing. Link isn't surprised that living on the wrong side of the law managed to land him in prison. What he doesn't expect is that he… meets a girl? That sounds completely charming? And is definitely going to let him out, right?

Listen to the Music: Oneshots for various games in the franchise based off of songs they are named after, listed under their respective game. Includes A Time For Us (OoT), Moon River (OoT), Sunrise, Sunset (SS), Where Do I Begin (BotW), Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue (BotW), Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head (SS), Anchor (MC), and Sailing 'Cross the Ocean (WW).

Link's Lawn Mowing Service: 7.6k, oneshot. Crack. Zelda expected a long boring summer in Kakariko. Until she met a boy using a sword to mow the lawn.

Breath of the Wild

Turn of the Century: 16k, multi-chapter, ongoing. All Zelda ever really wanted was to get her degree in Biology while refusing to have a crush on that infuriating fencer. But when you discover that the incarnation of darkness itself is going to reincarnate soon, and that apparently your mother's line had holy sealing powers from the Goddess, things change. At least, they do if you want to live until the end of this year.

Fake It 'Til You Date It: 10k, multi-chapter, complete. Modern AU, fake dating except that none of it is fake.

A Princess to Protect: 19k, multi-chapter, complete. Royal Guard!Zelda AU.

Semblance of a Sentiment: 7.5k, multi-chapter, complete. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompts Bury, Precious, Eternal. Fake relationship and hidden feelings.

Fall Under Your Spell: 13k, multi-chapter, complete. Written for Hateno Hideout's Zelink in October event, using prompts Spellbound, Cozy Bakes, Harvest Festival, the Witching Hour. Link was just trying to sell some of his mom's vegetables. He doesn't plan on finding such an interesting witch instead.

Ignorance Was Bliss: 28.8k, multi-chapter, complete. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Major Character Death. Written as an interconnected fic for Whumptober 2022. Link’s wish was finally granted. He remembered. But now he realized that, sometimes, ignorance was bliss.

Mood Drabbles: 1.5k, drabble collection, complete. Drabbles written based on the mood I feel when I'm wrote it.

Wind of the Desolate: Name of a long "BotW 2" speculation fic I began planning out before I scrapped it after the latest trailer. Series for a few scenes from it that I like enough to adapt to ToTK speculation. Beginning After the End and Keep Falling Down (seen below) are in this series.

Beginning After the End: 1.4k, oneshot. Just another story where Zelda and Link meet after defeating the Calamity.

Keep Falling Down: 500, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Tears. It hurts to have to let go. But you don't always have a choice.

The Final Hyrule: 2.9k, oneshot, might be continued. Mistborn AU, meet cute.

HERO x FAMILY: 14k, oneshot, might be continued. A SPY x FAMILY AU.

Something Remembered: 4k, oneshot. Modern AU, amnesiac Zelda.

In the Field With the Silent Princess: 1.5k, oneshot. Major Character Death. They finally defeated Ganon… but at what cost?

Much Too Tired to Fall Asleep: 200, drabble. Link is tired, and he wants to sleep. But he's scared he'll sleep too long again.

What Price She Would Pay: 1.5k, oneshot. Dark Zelda. Inspired by this post.

Princess for a Day: 850, oneshot. Zelda and Link swapping roles— but only for a day.

A Lifetime Ago: 1.6k, oneshot. Major Character Death. Her smile wilted. “You’re not my Link, though.”

I Choose You: 1.2k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt, Decisions. Link was different. But Zelda just fell in love with him all over again.

A Matter of No Small Importance: 3.2k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Significance. An Exploration of Link and Zelda's relationship in the game.

Eye of the Beholder: 500, drabble. Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings. The Yiga Clan member failed her mission. Now she needs to pay for the consequences.

You Are Mine: 450, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Grace. Link has gotten sidetracked, forgetting his mission. So he tries to repent of it.

Like I Never Forgot: 85, drabble. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Reminisce.

We Used to Be Friends: 500, drabble. Link and Paya are friends, but things change when Zelda comes back.

Monster Nation Infiltration: 220, drabble. Link and Zelda sneak into a monster camp.

Approaching Divinty: 1k, oneshot. Zelda slowly comes to terms with her power and what it means to be divine.

ARMBL(he)IGHT: 2k, oneshot. Crack. 5 times Link's arm terrifies Link, and 1 time it saves him.

Die a Hero Or...: 3.7k, oneshot. Major Character Death. Whump. Bad ending.

Where Do I Begin: 6.3k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week four, hidden & revealed. Where do I begin / To tell the story of how great a love can be.

Daring Darling: 800, oneshot. 100 followers request. Modern AU. Link and Zelda playing truth or dare with college friends.

I Prefer it That Way: 700, oneshot. 100 followers request. Messy hair is the best hair.

Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue: 1.8k, oneshot. 100 followers request. "Meet me at midnight."

When Things Cease to Flow: 2.4k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Stasis. You are seventeen when time stops for you. It is a long time before you are able to rejoin it.

Ruffled Feathers: 1.9k, oneshot. Miphvali meet. Takes place within Turn of the Century AU, but not necessary to read that first.

One Little Scare Ought To Do You Some Good: 5.5k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines 2023 Day 13: Quirk. Link has hiccups and they bother Zelda. Until they don't.

Reading Between the Lines (../.-../---/...-/./-.--/---/..-): 10k, two-shot. Written for Zelinktines 2023 Day 27: Anonymous. Telegraph AU.

Tears of the Kingdom

An Unfamiliar World (you are my world): 1.6k, oneshot. Angst. Link keeps seeing Zelda. But she's different.

The New School Teacher: 7k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines day 26: Dancing? Here? TOTK vibes, School Teacher!Zelda, Amputee!Link, fluffy.

Ocarina of Time

A Time for Us: 2.3k, oneshot. Angst. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week one, blessed & cursed. Cannon compliant.

Moon River: 9.2k, oneshot. Angst. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week two, flourish & wither. Seven years is a long time. Long enough to watch a kingdom slowly begin to die.

It Started With a Kiss: 1.3k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's weekly prompt Affection. Fluff. Mostly cannon compliant.

Shink About It: 9k, oneshot. Crack and fluff. Modern AU. Link mistakes Zelda as someone else. And she lets him. For entirely too long.

Cicadas: 800, oneshot. Lying dormant beneath the ground for seven years. Only to come up and live for only a summer.

After Winter Comes Spring: 4k, oneshot. Sheik and Malon in the adult timeline.

Before Seven Years: 2.4k, oneshot. What if Link didn't sleep for those seven years?

Even Though You're Not Here: 3.2k, oneshot. Angsty as hell.

An Encounter in Kokiri Forest: 5.7k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines day 10: Melody. Zelda wanders into the Lost Woods and meets a Fae Link.

Majora's Mask

Sun's heart and Moon's tears: 1.2k, oneshot. Collab with @linktheacehero for Zelink Wedding Week. Link and Zelda get married in Termina and do a Termanian wedding.

Like the Love the Moon Holds for the Sun: 3.4k, oneshot. A look at Anju and Kafei falling in love over the years. Fluff.

Skyward Sword

Sunrise, Sunset: 1.7k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's Opposites Attract event, week three, daybreak & twilight. Gaepora watches his little girl grow up and fall in love.

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head: 900, oneshot. Link, always missing Zelda.

Minish Cap

The End of One Very Long Day: 600, drabble. What happens after Ezlo leaves?

Anchor: 2.3k, oneshot. Written for Zelink Community's Weekly Prompt, Linger.

a broken knife a day doesn’t keep the blacksmith away: 3.4k, oneshot. Written for Zelinktines day 22: The Worst Pick Up Line. Princess Zelda comes to visit the blacksmith. For the fifth time this month. Link can't figure out why.

Wind Waker

Sailing ‘Cross the Ocean: 3k, oneshot. Link and Tetra are in the middle of a battle when Link decides to cheer things up a little bit… with a song. Written for Zelink Community's Weekly Prompt Festive.

Dwight in Shining Armor

To Remember: 200, drabble. Angst. An exploration into Dwight's thoughts about his friends when he's alone.

All Mixed Up: 700, oneshot. DISA role reversal

Cosmere

The Brandon: 400, drabble. Something about the act of creation being like godhood.

SPY x FAMILY

Blind Spots: 15k, multi-chapter, complete. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Written for TwiYor Week 2022. Loid and Yor discover each other's identities, but don't know the other knows theirs.

A Mission Accomplished: 1k, oneshot. Angst. Operation Strix is finally over. But what comes afterwards?

#masterlist #lou writes #note to self: last updated 04/12/2024 #writing everything out like this really makes me realize how much I write and how much of it really are botw oneshots haha #I thought this was going to be easy but actually it took so long

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ryosei-hime · 1 year

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I got tagged by @ernmark

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(yeah I’m not doing that. I don’t even know that many people on tumblr. see it, feel free to consider yourself tagged.)

Strap yourselves in. I have so many wips because I keep starting things and not finishing them because of writer’s block. All Helluva Boss unless stated otherwise.

Fics I stopped after their last chapters first then individual documents.

Love and Loathing - Fizz learns self love through a Robo Fizz (Fizz x Ozzie x Robo Fizz)

Raising Hell - Loona x Sallie May

Murder of Mirth - a Stolitz AU I did a lot of research for to set it in the 1700s-ish but then never followed up on.

Stolitz AU - Hellhound Discussion - a short bit from Murder of Mirth

Crim x Reader - Pretty self explanatory.

Epilogue Chapter 13 - The second to last chapter to my longfic Sex and Therapy. I don’t tend to name them til they’re done.

Body Language of Abuse - A script for a video I had intended to make on the last episode but got too scared to post because I’m not a youtuber lol.

Epilogue Scraps - scraps from or for various chapters in Sex and Therapy. I actually have four or five of these, numbered appropriately.

Wedding Episode Scraps - bits and pieces of the final chapter of Sex and Therapy not yet put into a cohesive whole.

Road Trip - Lannah and Cog’s road trip to Greed to get a replacement part for Fizz in Sex and Therapy.

Robo Fizz x Everyone - a list of ships and synopses for a one shot project I’d like to do where I ship Robo Fizz with everyone.

Robo x Woobly - the first in that series.

Striker x Robo Fizz - the second in that series

Robo Fizz vs Wally Wackford - a fun idea for a pitch that didn’t end up happening when working on One Helluva Zine

Blitz and Loona Anniversary - Blitz trying too hard to celebrate the anniversary of adopting Loona

Untitled - started after episode 7, Loona finding Blitz when she comes home from her party at Tex’s

Striker x Stella: Cleans Up Good - Stella needs Striker to act as a body guard at a fancy event

Prompts - Angel x Blitz - a request from twitter that I started but didn’t finish.

Prompts - Lilith x Stella - Same

Fitzo Purring - posted what I had during Fitzo week but never finished it

Real or Not, People Love Me - was supposed to be a look at Robo Fizz and real Fizz experiencing what it’s like to be fake in two very different ways

Fizz Dating Sim - A Robo Fizz dating sim I started writing a million years ago that I’ve been thinking of going back to and adding a real Fizz option for.

Fizzarolli x Reader x Robo Fizz - this one’s been sitting undone a loooong time

Stage Sex - another Fizz x Reader that I started and never finished.

Biggest Fan - A degradation smut piece involving Fizz’s creepy fan from episode 7 that I had legitimately forgotten about

Fizzmodeus: Robo Fizz Origins - an idea I had for a fizzmodeus fic set during the time the Robo Fizzes were being conceived and built.

Fizzmodeus Museum Date - Fizz takes Ozzie to a children’s interactive science museum for a date, shenanigans ensue.

Baking - Fizz bakes Ozzie a Valentine’s surprise but it gets ruined

Fizz x Ozzie - Beauty and the Beast - An AU I started working on but stopped, inspired by art by pyronormal on twitter.

Krem - Fizzarozzie - Something I was writing for @/kremlin_art on twitter :P

Laugh, Laugh, Cry Chapter 3 - Continuation of a short chapter fic I had planned with Robo Fizz x Angel Dust

Unhealthy Obsession Chapter 12 - My Robo Fizz OC Ransom spending some time infiltrating Ozzie’s and Fizz’s

Ozzie and DumDum - a very short late birthday present for @/the_ratbus on twitter featuring DumDum (a robo fizz oc) being genuinely nice to Ozzie when he’s usually a rat bastard.

Mansplaining - Ransom asking Mammon lots of questions that he totally knows the answers to

Ransom vs Robo Con - Ransom is a guest speaker at a Robo Fizz convention. It all goes terribly wrong.

Greed - Angsty look at Mammon in Unhealthy Obsession, set soon after Fizz breaks up with him.

Hickies - Ransom learns what hickies are and wants them despite it being impossible for him to get them.

Dancing Lessons - Mammon teaches Ransom to dance

Kisses Experiment 2 - Ransom x Mammon. Ransom getting kisses all over

First Time - Ransom x Mammon. Not the first time they have sex but the first time Ransom has a certain reaction during lol.

Stolen Kiss - Ransom steals a kiss and Mammon “punishes” him for such impudence.

Sword and Shield Scraps - bits and pieces of writing ahead with my Hazbin OC story.

Scavenger and Val - A specific encounter between Valentino and my OC Scavenger in Sword and Shield.

Jo vs Scavenger - a fun fight scene I needed to practice because of some interesting mechanics between these two OCs.

#myfanfics #stuffididmyself

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toolazytodecide · 1 year

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writer questions!

nobody tagged me but I love this crap and am technically a writer so lets do it.

1. what’s your favourite genre to write?

Oooooo romance obviously, but more specifically I like writing fics that focus a lot on character analysis?

2. do you pull inspiration from real-life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfic?

I write a lot of AUs, but I do get a lot of inspiration from songs. I’ll also work in headcanons I see on tumblr and stuff

3. do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?

I always want to write multi-chapter fics, but struggle to finish them. It’s a goal of mine to write more one shots instead of dedicating myself to 20k+ fics.

4. do you prefer description or dialogue?

DIALOGUE!!! I used to be obsessed with writing texting fics which gave me a lot of experience with dialogue, while leaving my description skills to suffer.

5. favourite fanfic/book of all time?

Bro. Impossible question, but my current favourite book is The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. My favourite series is Six of Crows or The Raven Cycle.

As for fics...I’m gonna forget so many BUT I’ll give you one for each of my top ships on AO3

1. Andrew and Neil (All for the Game): Those That Broke Us by WriteThroughTheNight ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/9095254:)

This is atypical for me since it’s not romance focused, but is rather focused on Neil’s trauma from his mother and him realizing that the way she treated him was not okay.

Also shoutout to every “andreil fake rivalry fic” it is one of the few times I read established relationship and I eat it up every time.

2: Adam and Ronan (The Raven Cycle): while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now by shinealightonme (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12643005)

A truly adorable neighbour AU. Honestly Pynch was one of the toughest to pick a favourite for.

3. Mickey and Ian (Shameless): I couldn’t decide between Fucked for Life by Awritersmind (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800806/chapters/52022443)

An interesting twist on the coffee shop AU where Mickey and Ian fall in love as adults rather than teens.

I read this a while ago, but I was OBSESSED it made me fall in love with the idea of Artist! Mickey and I loved how they wrote his relationship with his sister Mandy.

and None the wiser by Loftec

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/4856489/chapters/11128907

Again I read this a while ago, but it is a diner AU and just utterly delightful. I love reading fics where Mickey had a good relationship with his son and this is is a really good one.

4: Remus and Sirius (Harry Potter)- My actual favourite Wolfstar fic has disappeared and is a Greatest British Bake off AU where Remus has fibromyalgia so if you know where to find it please let me know.

BUT a close second is Text Talk by merlywhirls (https://archiveofourown.org/works/1651109/chapters/3501239)

If I’m having a shitty day I’m re-reading Text-talk. it’s that simple. It’s a wrong number AU where they muggles in the modern day and Remus is home schooled due to his health.

5: Boris and Theo (The Goldfinch)- They Fuck (it up) by colish3

( https://archiveofourown.org/works/33547123/chapters/83356504)

A gorgeous fic about Theo dealing with the aftermath of the book, and maybe accepting his feelings for Boris.

6: Ben and Devi (Never Have I ever)- all the magic we gave off by transfiguredtoad

Bevi trying their best to not still be into each other while in other relationships. Super addicting tbh.

6. favorite trope?

Wrong number! Enemies to Lovers! Fake Dating! There was only one bed! I’m a simple girl tbh. when writing I especially like writing about chronic illness but idk if that counts as a trope.

7. are you the kind of person to work on more than one wip?

Not successfully. If I start another fic the first one won’t be touched again til I’ve finished my new fic if ever again.

8. how long have you been writing for?

Since I was 14 so almost 9 years, but that has definitely not been continuous. I’ve gone years without writing anything.

9. do you tend to write more during the morning, afternoon, or evening?

I get an idea and write whenever I can until it’s either done or I’ve gotten distracted rather than having a set time of the day.

10. do you prefer to post your wip chapter by chapter, or do you prefer to wait until your wip is 100% finished before posting?

I prefer to finish everything first because I’ve found I won’t finish otherwise. Besides I like being able to go back and change stuff.

im tagging @furoruisa and @siriuslynotovermarauders 🙈 feel free to ignore this if it aint your thing. I also challenge anyone else who wants to give it a try.

#tag game

#Tag game #writer tag #ff #fanfiction #ao3 #did this instead of sleeping #the ff part took so long #i missed a few ships too #like destiel bc I couldnt think of a stand out fic #Andreil #Pynch #Gallavich #Wolfstar #Boreo #Bevi #FF recs #I havent read most of these fics in years but theyre the ones that stuck in my memory #whoops

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thetragicallynerdy · 2 years

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wip monday - jim/ed modern au, bubblegum ice cream style

From a modern OFMD au in which Jim and Ed meet at a time in both their lives when they aren't looking for someone, but find each other anyway. (And thank you @lovewithagirl for the prompt for this snippet from it!) -- "I'm sorry," Jim says, pushing themself up on their elbows to stare at him. Their hair is wild, mussed around their head like the most chaotic halo ever. He tries not to stare too hard at the way the ends dust their naked shoulders. "Did you just fucking say bubblegum."

Edward grins and shoves an arm under his head so he can see them better. "Yeah. Best flavour of ice cream there is, mate. Used to be even better when they still put little chunks of bubblegum in there, yeah? I'd save them in a napkin and eat 'em when I got home. Got nice and soggy."

Jim fakes a gag. "That's so fucking gross dude. Soggy bubblegum. Oh my god."

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it," he laughs, finally giving in to the urge and reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from their face, fingertips lingering on the warm skin behind their ear. "The taste of childhood, mate. Didn't you ever like bubblegum stuff when you were a kid?"

They shrug, then shiver when his fingers trail down their skin, giving him a look like they know exactly what he's doing. He grins and keeps touching, tracing down their neck, across their collarbone.

"Not really. It always reminded me of the terrible bubblegum toothpaste they give you at the dentist."

"Mmmm, that's why it's so good," he says dreamily, hand settling back in the mussed up bedsheets. "Fuckin' delicious."

"I bet you like that gross banana penicillin flavour too," Jim accuses. "The kind that tastes like every fake banana flavour ever."

"Guilty as charged." He laughs at the way their nose wrinkles. "Why, what's your favourite ice cream flavour?"

They frown, look at the ceiling. "... I don't know. I guess chocolate, it's like, the only kind I remember having as a kid. And then I started living with my Nana, and..." they shrug, pick at the bedsheets. "She never really took me for ice cream. More the sort to bake her own cakes." There's a small, soft smile. "She made a really good birthday cake, though."

Edward aches to ask questions, but something about the way they'd spoken makes it seem... treasured and forbidden all at once. He doesn't want to pry open something they don't want to touch, nor does he want to taint a happy memory. But he wants to know, wants to know why they lived with their Nana, how old they were, why she never took them for ice cream -

"That's real good, mate," he says softly, matching the tone. "Birthday cake is important."

The smile disappears. Jim nods, ducks their head. "Yeah. Well. Y'know."

Ah, fuck. That wasn't what he wanted.

Edward stretches, turns it half-way into a roll, pushing Jim over, sprawling on top of them. They squawk, flail a little, but let it happen, making a face at the way he grins down at them. They are warm and solid underneath him, and he fights the urge to settle, stay right where he is.

"We're going for ice cream," he declares. "Chocolate is like, the most boring kind of ice cream there is. We're going, and you're finding a new favourite."

Jim raises an eyebrow and tosses one well-muscled thigh over his hips, dragging them together with a filthy grind. "I feel like there are much better things we could spend our morning doing."

Edward shudders, then gives them a mock glare. "No. Otherwise we'll never go." He dips, kisses them, something fluttering in his chest when they kiss back just as hungry. But then he pulls away, smacks their thigh, and crawls out of bed with a grin. "Come on. Up and at 'em. We're having ice cream for breakfast."

There's a groan, and Jim tosses their arm over their head. "But morning sex!"

"We already had morning sex. We can have more when we get back, if you still feel like it." He goes to their little set of drawers, digs around until he finds a pair of boxers that he could've sworn were his, and tosses them towards Jim. "Get up! We're going!"

Ten minutes later they're both dressed and making their way out of Jim's atrocious apartment building, heading for where Edward still hopes his bike is. Jim glowers when he looks at them, the expression softening with a roll of their eyes when he winks.

"I still can't believe you gave up morning sex for ice cream," they sigh, shoving their hands in the pockets of the leather jacket that he definitely knows is his. "Ridiculous."

"I mean. Me neither. But it's not just ice cream, it's ice cream with you."

They hide a smile under their hat. "The things you drag me into."

"You kind of love it, though?" he says, grinning hopefully.

Their shoulder bumps against his. When he slips a hand into the pocket of their jacket, they tangle their fingers together, give his hand a squeeze. "Yeah, yeah."

#listen i'm giving up wip wednesday its now just wip whatever day i want it to be lololol #jim/ed #ofmd #tragicallynerdy writes

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hdowlpost · 1 year

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Week 4 Owl Gift Deliveries of the @hdowlpost Fest!

8 set of 3 gifts each were posted in the last week. Owl Gifts for: @thejadewritergirl ▴ [Fanbinding] A Very Owl Post WrtrGrl Anthology (G | 209 page book) ▴ Beta Reading by @edaniels0221 ▴ [podfic] Wanted by @lumosatnight (G | 8:53 minutes) Owl Gifts for: Enchanted Jae ▴ Long Past Scorpius's Bedtime (PG-13 | 2147 words) ▴ [translation| Ganz die Alten (PG | 1363 words) ▴ Jae's Hidden Gems (links to googledoc) (a fic rec list) Owl Gifts for: Logan ▴ [moodboard] I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies (R | art) ▴ Festive (NC-17 | 3848 words) ▴ Hedwig Cross Stitch (G | craft) Owl Gifts for @digthewriter ▴ A Deal Made To Be Broken (PG | 6376 words) ▴ Fake It ‘Til You Make It (PG-13 | 1835 words) ▴ Love Of My Life (G | art) Owl Gifts for: @inheartofwinter ▴ The Squid Who Saved Romance (G | 1200 words) ▴ If we're still single when we're 40… (G | digital art, gif) ▴ A Lesson in Snake Handling (PG | 2758 words) Owl Gifts for: @anaxandria-writes ▴ Ridiculous (PG-13 | 1588 words) ▴ [translation] El cabeceo (NC-17 | 1865 words) ▴ Unexpected Surprise at Comic-Con! (G | craft) Owl Gifts for: @katissleeping-blog ▴ Comment for "The Purpose of a Rubber Duck (fic: NC-17 | 3,6K words) ▴ Add a Place at the Table (Aggiungi un posto a tavola) (G | 8635 words) ▴ A Cozy Holiday (G | craft) Owl Gifts for: @maraudersaffair ▴ Candy Cane (NC-17 | 5490 words) ▴ Not Looking for Sweet Talk (NC-17 | art) ▴ Nothing says home like the smell of baking (G | moodboard for fic)

❇ ❇ ❇ One more week of owl gifts!! Do enjoy and leave your gifters comments and love! ❇ ❇ ❇

#drarry #harry x draco #hdowlpost #hdowlpost2022 #weekly roundup

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its-monster-mash · 1 year

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Judith "Jude" Carpenter [OC Moodbord]

Name: Judith "Jude" Carpenter

Book: 'Til Death Do Us Part (Protagonist)

Birth Name: Gloria Lauwery (Dropped entirely after getting the fake ID)

Birthday(Fake): June 30th, 1945 (Story is set in 1970)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair Color: Light Red.

Eye Color: Grey.

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 157lbs

Occupations: Vocalist(Previously), Baker(Current)

Likes: Heavy Music, Baking, Blasphemy, Violence

Dislikes: Christianity, Entitled Behavior, Feeling Trapped

Intro to the Story: She is hiding in an old clothes dryer while the rest of her band is being hunted by the serial killer who drugged them all and dragged them to a Junkyard.

Basics: After surviving the Serial Killer who killed the rest of her band and getting a fake ID, Jude ends up in a small town, hoping to start a new life (Fearful that as a queer woman in the 70s with a violent history she will be accused of murdering her bandmates). Unfortunately for her, the serial killer had the same idea, retiring after she'd escaped to settle down as the town's new priest.

**I was Inspired by @rottent33th's awesome moodboards. I don't have the energy to draw right now but I want to start posting about the characters for the novel I'm working on so WHY NOT MAKE MOODBOARDS. I hope you don't mind.**

Jude's background involves child abuse and domestic abuse, and is under the cut for those who wish to read it.

Background: Born in a small rural town to a very religious family(Great Grandfather was the towns most popular preacher), her mom fled to the city in embarrassment after her father abandoned them when Glory was just six years old. Neglected and abused by her mother and written off by her extended family, she developed a habit of running away. Eventually, she ended up forming a band with people who grew up in situations similar to hers, but like many bands, they eventually ended up hating each other due to a complicated mess of relationships and egos. A few years before the band reached its boiling point, she had a whirlwind relationship with a biker...until she found out he was married. He threatened to kill her when she left him, and she put a gun in his hand and told him to fucking do it. That was unfortunately one of her healthier relationships.

#oc moodboard #Jude Carpenter oc #Jude Kaine oc #'til death do us part (original novel)#tddup #my ocs #horror oc

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