I have an idea for an AU: princess and the pauper.
With Patricia and Piper, as the twins who take on each other identities and fall in love with the other's suitor!
Piper the princess who wants to escape her life, made of rules and etiquette, where she has to marry a prince from a far away land that she never met. Who wants to experience adventure, who wants to be in controll of her own fate for once!
Patricia who wants to experience a life with no worries, where she doesn't have to decide between eating and buying clothes! A life of luxury where she doesn't have to worry about not having a roof over her head for the night!
Patricia x Eddie: Patricia falling in love with the prince knowing that their relationship is a lie because she isn't a princess and their love can never be!
Alfie x Piper: Piper falls in love with Patricia's best friend Alfie ( who immediately realises that Piper isn't Patricia), who makes her laugh and even snort, making her realise that she is more than her status, that she is a real person with desires and wants!
Pls someone write this AU for me... ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
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Fic idea:
Henry and Alex meet as teenagers before the pivotal experiences (Arthur's death/Ellen's presidency) happens and Henry's a flirty Lil shit and Alex is a Lil shit in general and Arthur doesn't die but Ellen gets elected and so then Alex gets to know that Henry's a literal prince. A gay, flirts like he's the arch-angel of making men swoon is also a fucking Prince and I'd just. I want to read that.
Got the idea reading @diazfox 's rant about RWRB.
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I find the ideas of one) Dick Grayson being angry with Bruce Wayne at all times and two) being adopted dad to Damian Wayne to be hilarious. There was 100% a moment in there where Bruce died and Dick was talking to himself “ding dong the bitch is dead, time to adopt his son” and he refused Tim’s hypothesis purely on the basis of “i’m not bringing HIM back to steal MY son” and then when Bruce comes back to life Dick’s thinking “too late. he’s mine now bitch. see the paperwork??” and then of course they run away to Bludhaven together as Nightwing and Flamebird flipping across rooftops and dealing out justice
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Imagine a Sastiel reincarnation fic where they always find each other and their first meeting is the same thing every life. I'm imagining just a montage of greetings and the same look of familiarity but not knowing why. And feeling like they've known each other forever despite the fact that they just met. And before they meet there is this void that they can never explain it's just there and it's yearning for something. Days before the two meet, the feeling is heightened and worse than ever before, as if knowing the missing part of them is so close. And when they finally meet again, the ache is silent, and neither knows what to do.
I want to read something like this so much
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honestly if anyone uses my prompts i would adore seeing how they turn out!!
these are the prompts i've written!
angst romance
romance
feel free to send me the pieces because like oh my god i need to read things so bad so c'mon!
i hope you all enjoy using my prompts <33
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you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.
(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)
but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.
(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)
there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.
(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)
you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.
(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)
you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.
in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.
but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.
they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.
it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.
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