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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Grocery Store Blues - Chapter 3

Eddie Munson x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ very fluffy, cavity-inducing even. a little single mom angst

a/n | I'm still really stoked to be writing this so I figure I'll just keep posting chapters whenever as long as y'all want to read it :) thank you again for your support with this fic!!

It’s Saturday, and Eddie’s coming over for his promised bowl of cereal. She doesn’t have class or work on Saturdays, it’s her one day completely off right now, usually used for laundry and studying and whatever other loose ends she can manage to tie up. She can’t help but feel a bit anxious that her to-do list is going untouched this morning, too busy cleaning the apartment and fretting over what to wear. She settles on her good jeans and the one clean blouse that Poppy hasn’t managed to spill juice on this week. Poppy insisted on wearing her princess costume after she told her girl who was coming over. When they had left the carshop, new tire intact, Poppy had sleepily mumbled “bye, Skettie,” to the man, seeming to get his name mixed up with the word she used for her favorite dinner. Eddie had just beamed at that, giving her little fist a squeeze before she tucked back into her mom’s neck.

He said he’d come around 10:00. It’s currently 9:45, and she’s fluffing couch cushions like a complete fool. Poppy is drawing at the coffee table, looking up every now and again to watch her mom’s strange behavior. She finally sighs, 9:50, and perches on the end of the couch, head in her hand, watching her girl drawing what looks like a fire-breathing dragon. In all the fairytales she's been told, Poppy seems to have a particular affection for the beasts and monsters of the stories, the princesses and their love stories a mere afterthought for her. The doorbell chimes and Poppy’s head shoots up from her work, grunting as she stands and toddles over to the door. She follows behind her girl and looks through the peephole to see Eddie standing there, gallon of milk in hand. When she opens the door, Poppy giggles, shouting “Skettie!”

“Hey, Poppy. Wow, I guess you really are a princess, huh?” He bends over, leaning in conspiratorially as she giggles, “that makes your mom the queen, yeah?” Her girl is beaming, nodding and smiling and bouncing on her feet. She grabs his hand not holding the milk and not so gently drags him into the apartment, telling him that she wants to show him her “pitchers” she was drawing, leaving “the queen” in the dust to shut the door. He hobbles gracelessly behind her and when he sees her drawings, he gasps.

“Those are the wildest looking dragons I’ve ever seen!” He kneels down with her at the coffee table, having found the quickest way to her daughter’s heart. She leans up against the wall, watching him fully enrapt in what her daughter’s telling him about her dragons. He glances up at her and mouths a smiling “hi,” his brown eyes crinkling, before focusing back on Poppy.

She clears her throat, “hey, Pops, why don’t you go wash your hands before we have a snack, baby?” Her daughter’s eyes light up and she’s already scurrying down the hall towards the bathroom, since that’s where the sink with the footstool in front of it is. Eddie laughs as he stands, passing the forgotten gallon of milk to her, “I think you have the best kid I’ve ever met, she’s kinda awesome.” And just like that, Eddie’s found the way to her heart too.

“Well, I might be biased, but I think she’s the best too.” She walks over to the kitchen, grabbing bowls and spoons. Eddie follows behind her.

“How was the rest of your week? Flat tire aside, of course.” He leans against the counter, trying to catch her gaze. She hums a bit noncommittally as she opens the Lucky Charms box.

“Fine, what about you?” He snorts, “Before I answer that, can I ask you another question?” She nods, glancing at him. “How was the rest of your week, really?” She stops fiddling with the bowls and sighs.

“Busy. But it always is. I just really need a break.”

“Exams next week, right? Then you have a few weeks off?” She nods. Since the night of the flat tire incident, they had talked on the phone a few times, later at night when Poppy was already asleep and Eddie was home from work. She had told him all about college and work, and her plans to become a teacher. Eddie told her he had failed senior year three times before finally graduating, said that if she had been his teacher he knows he’d have gotten it on the first try. In turn, he told her about his Uncle Wayne who had basically raised him from the time he was just a little kid, and about his band that still played at the Hideout on Fridays, even though it was 1991 and everyone was saying that metal was dead. She had learned that he’s 26, just a few years older than her, and when he had asked why he’d never seen her around before, she had made something up about moving to town to be closer to her aunt, which wasn’t wholly untrue, but she still wasn’t ready to risk scaring him away yet.

Truthfully, she hadn’t been getting much sleep this week, and neither had Eddie, because they’d start talking and all of the sudden it’d be 3AM. It was easy with him. But now, with him standing in her kitchen, she was nothing but nerves.

“You didn’t tell me how your week was.” He huffs at that, “work was work… played to a grand total of ten drunks last night, so all in all a success.”

“Man, you’re really selling your band to me, huh?” He smiles crookedly at her, shrugging his shoulders.

“What can I say, babe. We’re a hot commodity around town. Guess you’ll have to come see us some time.” She shakes her head, a light giggle, but meanwhile her brain is chanting babe babe babe like a demented marching band.

Just then, Poppy comes pattering into the kitchen, scooting herself between Eddie and her mom to press her face into her jeans.

“Hey, Pops, all clean? Give us one second then we’ll go sit down for a snack.” Eddie watches as she pours two regular sized bowls of cereal, and one much smaller. She then proceeds to pick most of the marshmallows out of one of the bigger bowls, transferring them to the small one. She digs a spoon into each before handing Eddie the bigger bowl that still has all its requisite marshmallows. She picks up the two other bowls, and nods towards the milk carton.

“Can you bring that over to the table please?” He nods, grabbing the milk and following the little family over to the table.

“Skettie, can you help me?” Poppy’s a little small for her age, and still needs help getting up onto the chair, she reaches her arms out to him. She’s about to tell Eddie that he doesn’t have to do that, that she can get her girl, but he grins wide and says, in a horrible British accent, “well certainly, your highness, it would be my honor.” He does a goofy bow that gets a giggle out of her, gently hoisting her onto her chair with a dramatic groan before settling into his own seat. She can’t stop smiling.

She pours milk into Poppy’s bowl before passing the carton to Eddie, and in the moment she shares a soft smile with him, her girl has managed to dribble milk all down her front, spoon held aloft.

“Oh, Pops. Gotta be more careful, babe. Let me go get a towel.” It’s a reflex at this point. She’s been helping Poppy graduate to “big girl plates” and “big girl cups” and “big girl bowls” and it’s meant an exponential increase in messes. She swipes a paper towel from the kitchen, coming back and daubing up the milk on her girl’s little chin and on the front of her princess dress.

Poppy, who’s basically already a teenager with the attitude she can put on, scoffs and groans a long drawn out “moooom,” squirming under her ministrations. She puts her hands up in surrender, murmuring, “I’m done, I’m done,” before sitting back in her own chair. She catches Eddie smiling into his bowl at the little scene.

When she goes to pour her own milk, she pauses, looking down into her bowl. Marshmallows have magically appeared where she had picked them out. She huffs, looking up at Eddie, only catching the end of a very smug grin before he quickly averts his gaze back to his own bowl, hiding his smile around a spoonful. Her heart is kicking in her chest as she takes her first bite.

“So, Poppy, I wanna hear more about your dragons,” her girl’s eyes go wide at Eddie’s prompting, immediately launching into a gasping, stumbling monologue about all the creatures she’s conjured up as well as their respective powers. She’s probably heard these stories a hundred times, but still can’t quite follow them all. There’s a dragon who breathes butterflies and lives in a lake and one who can read people’s minds and only eats sheep. It slightly concerns her what great detail her daughter can go into about these totally random monsters. Eddie, on the other hand, is eating it up, asking her all kinds of questions, helping her come up with names for ones she hasn’t yet. He asks Poppy if she’s ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons and she scrunches up her face, shaking her head.

Before he can explain, she raises her eyebrow at him, reaching for Poppy’s empty bowl before her girl tips it over onto the floor, “like the board game?” He scoffs.

“It’s way more than a board game, babe. It’s a creative odyssey. I think miss dragon princess here could have a real knack for it.” Babe babe babe. She snaps out of it quick, quirking a smile at him. “I think Pops might be a little too young for that, Eddie.” Poppy is the one to protest against that, another eerily adolescent moan and glare, pronouncing to the table that she’s “a big girl,” except she’s still struggling with her r’s, so “girl” sounds more like “goil.”

Eddie does his best to stifle a laugh, “you are a big girl, miss dragon. Tell you what, why don’t we play a campaign together sometime soon? We can use all those dragons you told me about in the game.” This seems to satisfy Poppy, who beams at Eddie, before asking her mother pointedly if she can be excused to go back to drawing. She nods, watching her girl hop down from her chair, going back to her markers and paper. She turns her attention back to Eddie.

“I guess someone has a new favorite.” Eddie snorts, “hardly, can’t really contend with supermom now can I? And don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll keep our campaign very PG.”

“She’s three, Eds. I need a G-rating at a minimum.” The nickname is new, but she likes it, and he seems to as well, softening a little around his wild edges. He crosses his heart before giving her a ridiculous salute, “yes ma’am, this will be the family friendliest DnD campaign that there’s ever been. I hope you know you’re going to have to play too, though.”

She just smiles, “I don’t think I could say no even if I wanted to, your enthusiasm is contagious, if not a little nerdy.”

He laughs at her prodding, “ah man, my super cool, mysterious facade has been seen right through, now how am I supposed to woo you when you think so little of me?” He presses the back of his palm to his forehead, pretending to swoon. She giggles, swallowing the worry in her throat and grasping his hand to entwine their fingers.

“Don’t worry about it, nerd. I think I’ve been thoroughly wooed already.” He actually blushes at her words. She thinks to herself that she likes him best like this, just a little shy, thrown off his dramatics. She wants to figure out how else she can draw this side out of him. They’re still holding hands and he gives them a gentle shake.

“Well, if you are, as you say, so thoroughly wooed, does that mean I’d have a chance if I asked you out on a real date?” It’s her turn to blush now.

“I’d say the odds would be in your favor, yeah.”

“How about next weekend? When your exams are all finished?” Her heart squeezes at his consideration for her stupid schedule. She nods.

“What’d you have in mind for this real date?” He’s grinning so hard she thinks his face might get stuck like that.

“Gotta go classic, right? Dinner and a movie? Movie and a dinner? I saw they’re still showing "Addams Family” at the theater. Heard it’s good, unless you’ve already seen it?” She laughs, mostly at the idea that she would have had the time to go see a movie anytime in the recent past.

“No, that, um, that sounds perfect. I didn’t even know they made a movie of that. Loved that show as a kid.” He nods emphatically, “right? I had the hugest crush on Morticia.” “I’m pretty sure everyone had the hugest crush on Morticia.” Eddie holds up his hands as if to say “you got me there,” then glancing at his watch. He sighs.

“Man, should probably get out of your hair. Have a whole afternoon worth of cars to mess around with,” he rests his head in his hand, “but this was the best bowl of cereal I’ve ever had.” She feels a little flustered under his wide gaze, and tries to hide it by grabbing the empty bowls to set them on the kitchen counter.

“I’m glad you came. Pretty sure you made Poppy’s weekend.” Her girl’s head shoots up from her drawings upon hearing her name, seeing both adults standing from the kitchen table.

“Skettie’s leaving?”

“Yeah, baby, he’s gotta go to work.” Eddie walks over to the coffee table, kneeling down to look at Poppy’s new drawings.

“Excellent work, miss dragon. You keep coming up with your monsters and we’ll be able to play a game in no time.” She’s surprised when Poppy shuffles over to Eddie, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. Her girl isn’t one to warm easily to people, normally saving hugs for her mom and her aunt. Eddie looks surprised too, but he’s quick to catch himself, wrapping a gentle arm around her. He glances up at her, checking if it’s ok, and she offers him a small smile.

Poppy pulls away. Her lovely, shy girl gazing down at her feet. “Bye, Skettie.” Eddie gives her hand a small squeeze. “See you soon, princess.”

He stands, shuffling over to the front door. She lets him out, standing in the doorframe.

“So, I’ll call you? Get that date set up?” She’s fighting the urge to reach out for one of his hands again, instead biting at the corner of her fingernail, nodding.

“Yeah, that sounds good, it’s just gotta be–”

“After 8:30, miss dragon’s bedtime. I know, sweetheart.” And just like that, whatever self control she had left is gone, as she steps forward, pressing her palm right over the name patch on his coveralls and laying a kiss on his cheek. Eddie looks like he can’t believe it, mouth dropped open, eyes wide. She can’t believe it either, and immediately feels a slippery embarrassment settling in her stomach.

“I’m really sorry– I-I– that was stupid– I–” before she can continue her ramblings, Eddie is dipping in to press an equally chaste kiss to her cheekbone. It shuts her right up.

“Don’t know why you’re apologizing. Pretty sure I just saw god when you did that.” He draws that ugly laugh out of her again, she can’t help it, bringing her palm to cover her face.

He grasps her wrist, pulling her hand away, catching her downturned gaze, “I’ll call you soon, sweetheart. Thanks again for a great morning.” His eyes have that soft, rounded look to them as he shoots her one more smile before breaking away and walking off down the hall.

She slips back into her apartment, resting back against the closed door. Her girl looks up at her.

“Skettie’s really nice. I like him.” She smiles.

“Yeah, Pops. I like him too.”

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casdeans-pie · 5 months

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Fanfiction Q&A

Tagged by @thepagemistress thanks so much for the tag!! I love stuff like this asdfghjkl

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

311,091

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Supernatural because it's my most recent fandom and I have extreme destiel related brainworms - but I do also still write Izuocha/My Hero Academia stories from time to time. I've officially 'left the fandom' but I find the ship cosy to write, so they're easy to come back to every so often. I would really like to get back into writing for Genshin too at some point! There are so many characters and their personalities are all so barely defined that it's a lot of fun to shake the grab bag of them and play around with ships and tropes.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ahh they're all MHA. I wrote them at kind of the emergence of the MHA fic scene though. So it was just good timing. It's crazy that they've remained my most popular fics even this many years later wow.

Also fun fact, the two ships here had fandoms that actively hated each other because Ochako is in both of them. I was living my best multi shipping life.

Also also, the jump in number between #1 and #2 is wild. BBB is a fandom experience I will treasure forever.

#1 Beep Beep Beep - Izuocha / My Hero Academia - 2,245

#2 Saw This. Thought of You - Izuocha / My Hero Academia - 787

#3 Ceiling Scorch Marks - Kacchako / My Hero Academia - 675

#4 Green's Your Colour - Izuocha / My Hero Academia - 582

#5 Sweaty Palms - Kacchako / My Hero Academia - 544

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Heck yeah!! It may take me anywhere between a day and a month, but I will always reply at some point. I like to repay the kindness of leaving a comment with acknowledgement <3 even if all I can manage back is a keyboard smash and a thank you

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, easily easily Don't Stop Dreaming (Izuocha/MHA) I cackle like a classic disney villain every time someone leaves a comment about how they didn't notice the main character death tag and the ending broke them. Did I put it in the middle of the tags simply to make missing it easier? maybe so.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Okay this one is hard. Because 99% of my fics are fluff. They pretty much all have a happy ending lmaoooo

The cheesiest happy ending might have to go to Cat Thief (Reddie/IT) though - that whole fic I tried to capture the vibe of a cheesy Hallmark movie and then for the ending I really dialled it up to ten. Cavity inducing honestly aaa

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think so??? I've had the odd piece of criticism here and there, which makes me like >:( because I didn't ask for crit and I'm doing all this for freeeee

But otherwise, nope <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not anything I've ever published (because it's not very good asdfghjkl) It's honestly very vanilla and mostly about the ooey gooey feelings more than the smut itself, so I don't know whether it would really appeal?

Either way any smut I ever decide to post on AO3 would have to be anonymously. Too many people I know in real life know my Izupie username and just the thought of one of them googling me one day and finding my AO3 is bad enough even without any smut fics being on there RIP

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Hmm, not really crossovers? I write AU's of other worlds - like, I wouldn't write the cast of IT meeting the characters of Soul Eater, but I wrote the characters of IT in the world of Soul Eater. Does that make sense??

Two birds with stone because Dances of the Souls (Reddie/IT/Soul Eater) is also the craziest 'crossover' I've ever written. I saw some fanart and got inspired, and to this day I can't believe I wrote like 10k words of that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I did !! Many manyyy years ago. Someone sent me a message to say that they'd noticed somebody had reposted one of my fics but just changed the characters. Can't even remember what fandom they'd made it for.... They'd stolen a whole bunch of Izuocha fics and just changed the names! So a few affected Izuocha writers including myself sent them messages asking them to take the stolen fics down and within a few hours their whole profile had been deleted.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No!! But I would LOVE that !! Anyone who ever wants to translate any of my fics, please know the answer will be yes!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I'm the process of that actually with Seal My Heart (Izuocha/MHA)!! It's been such a fun process but I feel so bad because I'm really bad at procrastinating and getting distracted by working on multiple things at once and I don't have a whole lot of free time, so I am probably the worst collab partner you could have!!! (sorry!!!!)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I usually change this answer based on my current fandom tbh! Right now I can't imagine any ship affecting my brain in quite the same way as Destiel.

I think it's the ALMOST of it that has given me infinite brainworms and hurts my soul. And they have just the most delicious dynamic. They're best friends. They're fighting. They're soft. They're gonna burn the whole world for each other. They're wearing silly cowboy hats. etc etc

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I wish I had it in me to write part 2 of Barks (Reddie/IT). I had this whole extra plot with all these conspiracies and saving the town and ultimately wanted to end it with Eddie getting turned into a werewolf too, but it had already gone on to nearly 100k words and I just wanted to write other things asdfkl

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm.... I would say maybe the way that I create a mood? I like to really appeal to all the senses when I write to kind of make you feel like you're there in the scene. Changing my writing style to add to the atmosphere is also something I think I do quite well? Like short choppy sentences for tension etc etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Dialogue all day. If everyone could just, not speak? That would be great. I really struggle to capture characters specific voices.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic.

I can't say I've ever given it much thought... I think it would be okay as long as you're VERY sure that it's correct.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ahh that would be my Yu-Gi-Oh self insert fanfiction all hand written in a little notebook that I wrote as a child :') I wrote me and a friend into so many adventures with the Yu-Gi-Oh characters. It's extremely cute.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Beep Beep Beep without a doubt. I had so so so much fun with it. I have a whole notebook filled with plans and notes about each character (even the ones that appear for small scenes or are only mentioned!) and I just had a blast the whole time coming up with what cameos I could insert and little references I could scatter around. I had backstories planned out that didn't even make it into the fic but helped inform how this universe had changed the characters from their canon counterparts.

Updating it and having people anticipating the updates was such a buzz I can't even explain. I would get messages about it, some very kind artists drew fanart of it! The whole experience was all I had ever wanted as a fanfic writer. I loved every moment.

On a more recent note - I haven't written anything as self indulgent as Flicker, Fizzle, Pop (Destiel/Supernatural) for a long long time and I LOVE that for me. I had soooo much fun! And I was so excited to update it because I had so many people excited to read it! Very very fond of this fic <3

Phew that went on for longer than I expected - turns out I can ramble about my own writing for a long time, who knew right???? asdfghjkl;

Tagging some writers! @encyclopika @amynchan @citrinediamondeyes @velvethopewrites @loserchildhotpants @king4aday @fivefeetfangirl @jemariel @microsuedemouse No pressure though! (I'm just curious about your answers hehehe) But also if you see this and you're not tagged and wanna do it anyway - do eeeeet!!

#thanks again for the tag!!#I have sooooo much fun with these aaaaa #fanfiction tag games #it's Izupie btw for anyone that I tag with this blog who doesn't know this is my side account lmao

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 1 year

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Fic: The Question

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Cavity-inducing fluff. Babies.

Words: 1,584

Summary: Benny comes to visit Jay and Frankie for the first time since they had baby Alma. Jay and Frankie have a question for him.

Taglist: @amneris21 @apascalrascal @harriedandharassed @kikis-writing-world @lovesbiggerthanpride @miraclesabound @mswarriorbabe80 @pazizz @paulalikestuff @rambling-in-purple @trinkets01

About to call Frankie's name, Jay enters the living-room and stops still when presented with the adorable scene in front of her: Frankie, stretched out on his back on the couch with little baby Alma nestled against his chest. They're both asleep, Alma wrapped in the little baby blanket Jay's mom knitted for her, Frankie with one arm behind his head, the other around his daughter. He has been a dedicated father from day one, just like Jay knew he would be, but it still fills her with so much love and gratitude to see how devoted he really is.

"Frankie," she whispers, gently nudging his shoulder. He blinks his eyes open almost immediately, mumbling a Huh? as he focuses his gaze on her.

"Sorry to wake you," she smiles fondly, "but Benny will be here any minute."

"Right," Frankie yawns, carefully lowering the hand he had behind his head to rub his eyes.

“I can call him and cancel, if you’re tired?”

“No, I’m good,” he smiles up at her. “Got a nice powernap.”

He finds Jay’s fingers on his shoulder and gently pulls her hand to his lips for a kiss, just as there's a knock on the door. "Speak of the devil..."

"And he’ll appear, or at least his distant cousin,” Jay grins before she goes to open.

Benny is beaming at her on the other side of the door, his trademark baseball cap as backwards as ever.

“Hey there, momma Ray…”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jay scoffs but accepts the bear hug he gives her. She invites him in and shakes her head when he presents her with a huge gift bag.

“You shouldn’t have.”

“Half of that stuff is from the guys, really,” he shrugs, "don't shoot the messenger."

"Might punch him in the face, though."

"Already swinging?" he teases her. "You look a little worse for wear."

"Wow, thanks," Jay rolls her eyes. "That's what every new mother wants to hear."

"Sorry," Benny grins, turning on all of his boyish charm. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good, actually, thanks for asking. Come on in, Frankie is with Alma in the living-room."

They go on through, Jay ushering Benny in front of her, and are met by Frankie, now sitting up on the couch, Alma still asleep on his arm.

"Hey, man."

"Yo..." Eyes trained on the little bundle in Frankie's arms, Benny takes a seat in one of the armchairs. "So that's the little dickens, huh?"

"This is Alma," Frankie acknowledges, beaming like an idiot at the baby before looking up when Jay takes a seat next to him. "Holy shit, is all that for the kid?"

"Yup," Jay nods, putting the bag down. "It's not fair. She keeps getting presents, but I'm the one who pushed her out. Where are my gifts?"

"I'd think the baby is the present," Benny guesses, ignoring the murderous glance Jay shoots at him. "Come on now, open them. I wanna know what I have to take back to the shops. According to the very cute sales rep in the baby supply store -" Jay gives him a look that lets him know that she knows exactly how that transaction went "- parents today are really fucking picky."

"We'll make sure to diss at least one item so that you'll have an excuse to go back", Jay promises as she opens the bag and reaches in for the first present, which turns out to be a soft, gray koala lovey with paws that can be velcroed together in a hug.

"Adorable," Frankie approves, "she doesn't have anything to snuggle yet."

"Except you," Jay points out with a warm smile. "Thank you, Benny."

"That was from the gang," he points out, a little jittery now. "But I did the picking out."

"Credit where credit's due," Frankie chuckles as Jay opens the next present, which is a tiny little baseball cap with the word "asskicker" stitched to the front.

"Figured she needs her own so she doesn't immediately steal Fish's, like you do," Benny explains with a wink at Jay, who measure the hat above the sleeping baby's head.

"It's a little big yet but she'll grow into it. She already gained seven ounces since we came home from the hospital."

"Is that a lot?"

"That is a lot," Frankie confirms. "She's outgrown the onesie she wore when coming home."

"Holy shit."

Jay opens the last present, revealing a crib mobile with different hanging little charms: a sun, a moon, a cloud, a helicopter, boxing gloves, and a bluejay. Despite all the items being of the same size and similar colors and materials, it's clear that the mobile wasn't bought like this, but custom made. Jay and Frankie both look at it before turning to stare at Benny, whose eyes narrow suspiciously.

"You guys don't like it, do you?"

"You're such a softie, Benjamin Miller," Jay smiles, putting the mobile back in its box.

"Only when it comes to pretty girls," he jokes, nodding at Alma.

"We love it, man," Frankie assures him. "Thank you."

"How did you even find something like this?"

"I made it," he shrugs. "Collected the pieces over a couple of months, bought a mobile, replaces the charms I didn't want. It's not that hard."

"We appreciate it. Alma will love it."

Jay collects the wrapping paper and puts it to the side, and Frankie looks down at the little bundle again, and rises from the couch.

"She's waking up. You wanna hold her?"

"Nah, man... I'd only drop her or break her neck..."

"You'll be fine," Jay dismisses his weak protest, and Frankie leans over to carefully place the baby in Benny's arms.

"You got the head?"

"I got her, bro."

Frankie retires back to the couch, next to Jay, and they watch Benny lose himself in Alma's little face as she gradually wakes up, her pink rosebud mouth opening for a tiny yawn, her dark eyes slowly taking in the features of the unfamiliar man.

"Hey there, Alma," he murmurs, his voice unusally thick. "I'm your uncle Benny. We met before, when you were in your mommy's tummy, but this is the first time we're meeting for real, and it's really good to finally see you."

Jay leans her chin on Frankie's shoulder. Benny is an important, close friend of both of them and to see him with their darling child like this is heartwarming. She catches Frankie's happy smile and nudges him gently. He glances at her before clearing his throat.

"Hey, Benny, we wanna ask you something."

"Yeah?" Benny's only got eyes for the baby.

"If you want to, we'd love for you to be her godfather."

Benny looks up, mouth open as he regards first Frankie, then Jay.

"I thought you weren't doing that?"

"Turns out this one's got family traditions," Jay sighs, patting Frankie's back. She never intended to have her child baptized, never even thought about it until Alma was born and Frankie asked if they should schedule a priest after a month or so. It had been quite a discussion but Frankie was adamant: his family was Catholic and even if they were not devout, traditions were important for the Morales family. There would be a christening, and godparents had to be chosen. Jay finally capitulated, but with the compromise that there would be no godmother, only Benny as a godfather.

Benny regards his friends, then looks down at Alma, whose face breaks out in a sunny smile. He looks up again.

"You bet your asses I'll be her godfather.”

Frankie laughs and Jay gets up from the couch.

“That settles that, then. Coffee?”

“If Fish makes it,” Benny grimaces. “Can’t drink the motor oil you force out of that poor machine.”

“Morales,” Jay nods to Frankie, “you heard the man.”

Good-natured as always, Frankie gets up and goes to the kitchen, and Jay sits down again, this time closer to the armchair with Benny in it.

“She’s really cute,” Benny praises, smiling down at Alma. “And so tiny, I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, she’s quite something,” Jay concedes. “And she likes you.”

“She’s two weeks old, she doesn’t know what she likes yet.”

“No, but I know, because I can read her,” Jay insists. “She knows your voice.”

“Huh. Imagine that.”

They share a few moments of not speaking, just looking at the little baby, Benny making soft cooing noises at her.

“Benny,” Jay eventually says.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad you wanna be her godfather. You’re gonna make a great one.” She gives him a lopsided grin. “We’re going to dump her on you as soon as we can.”

“Can’t wait,” Benny promises. “I’ll look after her whenever you need to, Jay, you know that. She’s awesome.”

“Just wait until she’s screaming about something,” Frankie interjects as he comes back to the living-room. “She’s got quite a set of lungs on her.”

“Like momma, huh?” Benny tickles the baby’s chin. “Just like momma, right?”

“Careful, Miller.”

“Gonna take you with me to the gym as soon as you can throw a punch.”

“I was afraid of that,” Frankie sighs, crossing his arms in front of his chest, glowering at Jay and Benny. “You two are going to turn my daughter into a brawler.”

“With any luck, yeah,” Jay laughs, just as Alma begins to whine. “Okay, time to whip ‘em out.”

“Okay, thanks, I’ll have that coffee now.” Benny hurriedly hands Alma over to Jay before following Frankie to the kitchen.

#frankie morales x ofc #frankie x lady #triple frontier fanfic #francisco frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #lady jayne ray #my fic

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kelliealtogether · 6 months

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Make a post recommending a fic you love from at least a year ago. Dust off the archives, dig through your AO3 history and share those old fics with newer fans who might not have seen them - and the fans who’ve been around forever and might want to revisit an old fave.

Thanksgiving is right around the corner for those in the United States, so this week's rec is a Thanksgiving fic.

Plants awoke and they slowly grow by BeautifulSoup is set the Thanksgiving after the Raven King. After all the shit that went down at the end of the book, these kids deserve a rest, and this fic is the embodiment of rest. Adam spends the holiday at the Barns with the Lynch brothers and gets to see what Thanksgiving is all about: food, family, and terrible horror movies. It's so goddamn soft, and the author isn't lying when they say it's so sweet it'll induce cavities.

Give it a read, leave a kudo, leave a comment. Show the writer some love. 💕

#fic back friday #fic rec #pynch #pynch fic rec #trc fic rec

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Lee/Sakura

I got hooked after reading an absolutely amazing fic for it but the author stopped updating it and it's dead now.

Either way the fic was really good and changed her and Lee's meeting to before the chunin exams. Sakura was weirded out by his appearance at first glance but decided to give being his friend a chance since she herself was once bullied for her appearance.

The fic explored both Lee and sakuras ambitious characters and how once they get set on a goal they're going to do their best to reach it despite any obstacles in their way. Their conversations and interactions were every fun to read.

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

TBH this is a ship I go back and forth on whether or not I like it.

I think it could be really cute! I want Sakura to have someone who supports and loves her unconditionally, and I want Lee to have a smoochable partner who likes him for the giant weirdo that he is. It's the sort of cavities-inducing ship I might go looking for if I wanted to turn my brain off and read cute fluff.

ON THE OTHER HAND, this fandom cannot be normal about twelve year old Sakura and her "flaws," and with Lee in particular fandom can get sort of..... creepy? Because Lee likes her, and Sakura shouldn't reject or be mean to him because she's obviously only doing it for shallow reasons, duh! Lee deserves to have the person he likes give him a chance, but Sakura trying assert her own boundaries is just her being a bitch. Clearly it is somehow the girl's responsibility to manage a boy's feelings for her. So.... I tend to be kind of wary of this ship. :P

I think in canon, they were both ridiculous 12-13 year olds being ridiculous at each other over their feelings, which is fine and normal. I also think we see them canonically adjust to the other's presence in their social circle and learn to like each other as fellow shinobi, and that's the point at which this ship could start to develop as a very cute romance.

#i prefer sakura ships where she gets to go a little feral #and i think lee would be a very supportive 'hold your earrings' kind of partner

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acacia-luna-royal · 2 years

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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

I was tagged by @rainbowcolored7 Thank you so much honey!! I am so sorry that this is late, life has been hectic but I’ll try not to disappoint!

Okay, so, I’ll do my best to keep this away from being a haphazard mess as best as I can, but I might fail because these questions are hard😭😭Anyway, lets go!

Favourite Colour: Baby yellow and bright yellow, basically most yellows but not the greeny ones or the dark mustard coloured yellows. Blush pinks, burgundy and plum purple.

Currently Reading: Right this moment, KinnPorsche the novel, though it’s a ride and a half and I have to keep taking a breather and I’m not even a quarter of the way through 😭 It’s gonna take me ages! Fanfictions... there are so damn many, my phone hates how many tabs I have open. There’s a mixture of KinnPorsche fanfics and Bungou Stray Dogs fanfics. To name a few KinnPorsche fanfics, there is On The Clock By Serena_Writes and it is so fucking good, I’m honestly hooked! Dropping a baby off at a mafia compound is a good idea, right? By lalala53 on Ao3 or @lesbianiconsteveharrington here on tumblr. It’s a one shot, but my god it is so fucking cute!! It’s just *chef’s kiss* Adorbs! Definitely would recommend! The Modern Way by TheObsoleteOne. This one is just fucking adorable in all aspects! If you want KinnPorsche with cavity inducing fluffiness and heart flutters caused by warm, comforting domesticity, then this is the fic for you! It’s the cutest shit ever! And another great fanfic, which has also got me hooked on the edge of my seat like what’s gonna happen next?, Somewhere I Belong by Jamaican Princess (Rocquellan). There are so many more but I’d be here all day, but these ones I would definitely give them a read as they are so amazing!

As for an actual original book, I’m currently reading Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Bungou Stray Dogs novel 55 Minutes by Kafka Asagiri, Trying by Emily Phillips, Child of Fortune by Yuko Tsushima and No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai.

Last Song: Oh damn, where the hell do I start?! I know I’ve been listening to CIRCUS, Christmas EveL and Maniac by Stray Kids on a loop, as well as their other songs, I’m a Stay and I love these babies so much! LALISA by LISA. Mirror Mirror by MILLI, Feat. F.Hero and Changbin from Stray Kids (I mean I loved this song before the KP World Tour, but Us has got me hooked on it even more so I blame him). SG by Dj Snake, Megan Thee Stallion, LISA and Ozuna (was addicted to this song as soon as I saw the video of Bible rolling his hips to it so thank you KP world tour, eternally grateful☺️) Another song I’m hooked on right now is PIECES by Elley Duhé, this song for multiple reasons. More artists I’ve been listening to are Bebe Rexha (I’ve loved Bebe for so damn long), ITZY and DREAMCATCHER.

Last Series: The last series I watched was KinnPorsche (though I can’t stop watching it, it’s the love of my life and I have separation anxiety and KinnPorsche withdrawal symptoms). But before that, I watched Vincenzo; So freaking good!! Definitely would recommend! There’s a nice balance of mystery, comedy, crime, drama and mafia too, it is honestly such a good series. And then All Of Us Are Dead; Now this show, holy fuck, it was so good I watched it again straight after finishing it, it’s THAT good!! Again, would definitely recommend! Both Vincenzo and All Of Us Are Dead are on Netflix.

Last Movie: I honestly cannot remember the last movie I watched, I’ve just been watching series so I can’t remember off of the top of my head but I think it might have been Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness which was excellent! Definitely would recommend this to anyone who is interested.

Currently working on: Okay, I don’t know if this counts but I’m in the process of writing a few KinnPorsche metas (I hope they’ll be metas and not just messes) and they’re currently glaring at me from my tumblr drafts, waiting for me to finish them, which I will eventually get around to, but that’s what I’m in the process of working on right now.

I am going to tag @lutawolf @markswifesblog @isolatedkiller @iffervescent @biochemjess @lobsterjimsourcream @accal1a @yeahmileapo @percyjacksonlover-15 @maleficent-cannoli @luckydragon10 @00vi I just realised that that isn’t nine but it’s fine, and I’m sorry if I’m tagging someone who has been already been tagged and if they’ve already done this. If you have, then don’t worry about it. I could have honestly been here all day answering these questions but that would go on and on so I made it as short as I could. Thank you again @rainbowcolored7 for tagging me, you’re such a sweetheart! 🥰🥰💖💖💖

#KinnPorsche #Vincenzo #All Of Us Are Dead #Stray Kids #Bebe Rexha #Elley Dehé #ITZY #DREAMCATCHER #Bungo Stray Dogs #Lalisa #Lisa Manoban #LISA #Netflix series #Do I tag everything I mentioned? I’m honestly not too sure #I hope this isn’t too all over the place

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littleferal · 2 years

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current wips

@youvebeenlivingfictional has tagged me to list all of my wips. however, since that number is horrifyingly high (the number of poly!boys wips alone is 28 fics) im just gonna list the small number of ideas i am actually working on :")

the head, the heart, and the body - a collection of headcanons on why i think the poly!boys universe works

pretty - a fluffy poly!boys piece set before the poly forms. nothing but cavity inducing sweetness

let me baby - a javier peña x f!reader piece i have been working on for far, far, too long because this man trips me up. javi gets back late from work and you think it's far beyond time that he had someone take care of him. explicit

service top - an obligatory explicit dieter bravo x f!reader piece cos that man would politely ask you to fuck him and then say thank you and i needed that scenario in my life. explicit

new interests - benny gets brave enough to purchase something he's wanted for a long time but he's scared there might be judgement. you prove to him otherwise. explicit

no pressure tagging for: @softanon @ohheyitsokay @alwaysbethewest @pettyprocrastination @letterfromvienna @whataperfectwasteoftime @prolix-yuy and literally anyone who wants to talk about their WIPs!!

#wips #wip game

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story-courty · 2 years

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Hey lady…. 😅🍦👀

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Oy, yeah, about that...

This is even more embarrassing because of the detailed breakdown I watched of these four movies on Cinema Therapy (not paid, just go watch them, they're amazing) that made me realize EVERYBODY in these movies is a horrible person, but my first fic was, in fact, a Twilight fic that is DEEEP in the dregs of FFN and there it shall remain.

2. 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Hehe, most definitely "Come Again Bright Days" and that entire universe. No magic, no mayhem, no evil, no angst, just good old fashioned cotton candy full of love, singing, and LOTS of sweets (milkshakes and cheesecake, anyone?). That's the one where I literally just get to play around with romance and show off my hometown!

OOOOOOR, it might be the Christmas fic I'm working on, because that one's going to be just as cavity-inducing?

We shall see!

3. 👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I just want everyone to know that @riderunlove is a total brat, and she knows exactly why.

I do have one WIP that I haven't shared much about...

Spotify introduced me to the song "One Love" by Marianas Trench, and as I listened my brain immediately went "HOLY CHEESE MONKEYS, "ALWAYS RUNNING IN PLACE" NEEDS A SEQUEL! That's my only canon-compliant fic, and if you've ever heard "One Love," then you know the direction my brain went: The boys finally cross over.

Now I know what you're thinking: "But wait, Courty, you're a card carrying member of the Happily Ever After club! How could you write a 'boys cross over' fic and expect to keep that??? Well, friends, fear not, because timelines are not set in stone in fic and I PROMISE Julie and Luke get that second chance after all.

Thanks for the ask!

Fic Writer Emoji asks

#courty answers #riderunlove

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csphire · 6 months

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Rosemary, Lilacs, Lilies and Bergamot

Words: 5,917

Astarion / Anna (OC Tav)

A sequel to Purples, Blues, and Gold.

Astarion is offered a night of intimacy with the one he loves. She manages to provide him with an experience he's yet to recall ever having despite his long life and many lovers. Something we all feel he deserves and needs more than anything. A good rub down to work out decades-if not near century-old knots with some of his favorite fragrant oils until he melts into a puddle of sheer bliss. However, upon finding the beginnings of tranquility, new worries and responsibilities emerge but he takes comfort in the knowledge he no longer needs to face them alone.

Astarion did not know what to expect. Whatever she was planning put him on a higher level of alert than usual. It had him also taking a few deep and slow breaths to steel himself before opening the door with a forced flirty and amused expression.

True, he trusted her, well more than anyone else in this wretched world. But he did not miss those ever-scheming gears turning away in that pretty head of hers. All behind a smile so kind and cajoling, it could and did charm even ogres. The problem was he also witnessed firsthand his dear warlock’s occasional more chaotic nature. How she could go from all sweetness and light to sinking a blade or blasting a spell into more than just one chest. But the worst thing she had done so far was trick a vile woman into paying them upfront to steal a githyanki egg and then proceeded to launch a surprise attack. All the while Lae’zel, at her side, grinned from ear to ear as she took the last blow.

“It’s a surprise, and I have a feeling you’ll love it,” the high half-elf, would only promise.

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daisynik7 · 5 months

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my wife is actually the sweetest person ever!?#%&@$ but, i’ve def backtracked my steps and figured out what went wrong and what to avoid in the future. luckily i’ve been blessed with a family that would eat rocks if they had nutritional benefits and aren’t as scrutinizing over cooking as i am lol 🥲. but i’m always open to new cookware in my kitchen

it’s so cute to hear that you’ve been feeling full of love i hope that feeling stays with you for a long time. and no matter what you write, you can always count on me to support you and your writing, regardless of numbers, if you’re happy with it than so am i! so give me your cheesy, sickeningly sweet and i’ll be mushy and soft with you too<3 🥹

yes!!! the blanket in the dryer is amazing! my mom would do it for our dogs when it got cold and i started doing it for myself too and omg yes SO COZY. it makes me so happy that it’s something you’ve been doing that to snuggle and stay warm with hot chocolate.

thank you for your tender love, i love you more snookums!🥰

but MY wife is the sweetest ever! honestly, we're marshmallow stuffed, candy coated, dipped in chocolate, cavity-inducing, we're that sweet together, I love us 💗 and I'm glad it was a learning experience for you! and LOL about your family, at least they'll eat whatever you cook regardless if it's not up to your own standards. have I already mentioned that we are our own worst critics? I had to say that to one of my coworkers today who wasn't happy with the mac & cheese they brought for the potluck, but I personally thought it was great!

I hope so too! I think this feeling will stay with me for a while :) and STOP, you always find a way to make me tear up with a big smile on my face! I wish I could better express to you how much your love and support means to me. you keep me motivating to keep writing these silly little fics! 😭

that's so cute she would do that for you dogs! it's genius. it's especially nice because I love the smell of fresh laundry. might make some hot chocolate tonight now that you mention it! if you have a nice hot mug of coffee/tea/hot cocoa in your hands right now, imagine me clinking my mug with yours 💗

I'm off of work for the rest of the week so yay! if you are too, I hope you have a relaxing break, and if you're not, I hope the weekend comes fast hehe. I love you thea, my snookums, my precious treasure! ♥️

#so thankful for you!!#my lovely thea #lovely moots

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beforeastorm · 7 months

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Trope Rating Game.

Tagged by @the-amber-raven

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded 0 - don’t care either way +10 -> very enticed nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged. Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap -5

In theory this is a 0, but there’s a concerning pattern of writers using an age gap to try and justify/explain predatory or other problematic behaviors, so I always hesitate before clicking on. Also hard nope on adult/underage age gap.

Codependency +3

Can be cute, but if not done well it can be grating in a cavity-inducing way.

Obsession/possessiveness, jealousy +4

Oh, give me the green-eyed meanies, but hard nope when abusive/controlling behavior is presented as good or acceptable because it’s just ‘jealousy’.

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc) +10

Cannot click on it fast enough. I feel like every fandom I get involved in has this somewhere. Shadowhunters, 9-1-1, Bones – it just works so well.

Enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits +6

I love it. It’s great. In re the enemies with benefits aspect: like usually smut is fine or whatever but hate-fucking is just so… chef’s kiss.

Friends with benefits +0

It’s fine. No strong feelings either way.

Sex to feelings -3

Eh. I’ve found a lot of these fics to be so formulaic I couldn’t tell them apart any more. There’s gotta be some kind of hook or secondary trope or twist to keep me invested.

Fake dating/relationship +8

Yes. Where do I sign up? The humor potential, the reveals, the drama of why they fake date in the first place? So good.

Friends to lovers +0

I like this trope, but again, there’d need to be some accompanying tropes to really get me interested.

Found family +9

This is why I got into the 9-1-1 fandom in the first place.

Hurt/comfort +10

Almost a guaranteed read.

Love triangle +1

I like it as long as there’s a happy ending for all involved. It makes me sad if there’s one person who ends out in the cold.

Poly, open relationship +4

Have a soft spot for non-traditional relationships, and it’s a good opportunity for some pretty interesting character/relationship exploration and development that might not happen in a typical monogamous relationship fic.

Mistaken/hidden identity +10

It’s so great. 10/10 would recommend. The drama, the hijinks, the hilarity.

Monsterfucking +5

I love urban fantasy AUs, magical realism AUs, supernatural/magical AUs, and at least some fandoms – like 9-1-1 – have some but not a ton of them. If monsters fucking is how I can scratch that itch – so be it.

Pregnancy -3

There’s no yuck here, but they tend not to keep my interest, espesh if the pregnancy is randomly thrown in there for shock value and doesn’t have a lot of narrative worth. If pregnancy is the focus of the fic, it needs to be paired with some kind of hook or other trope to get me invested. To plug a specific fic, because I almost passed on it and would not have known how much I was missing out on, Firefighter Buckley’s Unauthorized Ride-Along (slipperywordcrimes) is one of my favorite 9-1-1 fics. Moving, hilarious, great characterizations.

Second chance +0

I love a good redemption arc… however, I will DNF a fic so fast if abusive behaviors are absolved solely because an abuser is ‘owed’ forgiveness.

Slowburn +2

I like slowburns, but it’s really easy to mess up the pacing and I find myself getting annoyed.

Soulmates -6

I want to like them, but something about the fatalism is a little off putting, and sometimes it feels like authors use it as a crutch/plot short circuit. “We have matching birthmarks, might as well bone!” I’ll definitely read the tags and the summary, so it’s not an automatic no, but it’s definitely a proceed with caution.

#fanfiction #ao3 #reading #writing tropes #trope rating game

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bandombullshtkinkmeme · 9 months

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FAQ

What is a kink/prompt meme?

Back in the days of old, when livejournal and dreamwidth were the prime time locations for fanfiction and fandom, there existed a community fanfiction event known as a kink meme.

These community events allowed anonymous fans to request fanfiction from other fans, which would then be fulfilled anonymously in the comments. (while the title of kink meme implies nsfw/kink only, this was not actually the case, and fanfiction ranging from cavity-inducing fluff to hardcore smut was allowed).

How do kink/prompt memes traditionally work?

A fan (typically anonymous) would post a prompt omen the livejournal or dreamwidth community page and then that prompt would be made visible to the public (the level of detail in the prompt/request could range from incredibly vague to hundreds and hundreds of words & a plot outline). After being seen, an interested writer would take that prompt and write it, and then post it for the community to read. Usually, this was done in the form of a comment thread or forum-style set up.

If you’re interested in learning more or maybe seeing how these kink memes used to work, here is the fanlore.org article on the subject.

How does a kink/prompt meme work on Tumblr?

As I mentioned earlier, social media sites as they exist today aren’t really built the same way as older hubs for fandom, making them sort of impractical for older styles of fic community and engagement. In order for kink memes and similar fan fiction festivals to take place, they must be updated for the technology and sites we have access to.

So, the kink meme will operate like this:

Users will submit/request fics to be filled by authors/fanartists using the Tumblr inbox’s anonymous feature

Admins will post these anonymous “unfilled” prompts, and tag them appropriately by band, ship, kink, tropes, etc. and make them visible to the community

Using the submission feature OR a link via Archive of Our Own, writers/fanartist can then “fill” their desired requests and make them visible to the community

This allows them to either hide their identity via anonymous submissions or show their face, so to speak

If the kink meme becomes popular enough, and the “filled” collection becomes significant, admins and I can collectively work on opening up a collection on archive of our own.

Who is this kink/prompt meme for?

This kink meme is for fans of Tumblr “Bandom” — in other words, fans of popular tumblr bands, such as My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Gym Class Heroes, The Academy Is…, Paramore, L.S. Dunes, etc. Think of bands from labels like Decaydance/DCD2, Fueled By Ramen, etc.

While fans of classic rock, prog rock, etc. genres are welcome to submit requests and fic, participation and engagement might be limited.

What sort of content is allowed on the kink/prompt meme?

Kink memes, traditionally, represent a safe space within an online community for writers and fans to share their interests, whether these be kinky, smutty, or otherwise.

In short, the kink meme does not condone or accept material revolving around illegal sexual conduct, such as rape, incest, other forms of non-consensual sex, sex involving a minor, etc. Fanfiction involving heavy or difficult themes must be appropriately tagged, and will then be vetted by the administrative and moderation team.

For more details, please take a gander at the Rules page.

Can I request something vanilla/not-nsfw?

Of course!! The title of “kink meme” is really only a placeholder (taking inspiration from the days of old) and is not a requirement! You can request or fill the softest G rated fic of your life if you want, completely safe for work.

Do you only allow fic?

While fan fiction is often the most common media/prompt that users ask for, it is not all that we accept! We accept requests for, and completed “fills” of any and all fan content. This includes fanfiction, fan art, fan mixes, fan videos, etc.

How do I submit a request?

For more detailed instructions, please check the Rules + Submissions page.

How do I fill a request?

For more detailed instructions, please check the Rules + Submissions Page.

#FAQ #about the meme

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bolinshipskorrasami · 4 years

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as part of my therapy from AoaW I have written 7 pages/ 3500 words of a Lumity Wicked one-shot, so there's that I guess?

#lumity #wicked #otp: enchanted dance partners #toh #my fic #owl house #idk if it is any good it is pretty dang plot less and cavity inducing #might mess around and post it tomorrow if i can finish it >.>

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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Emergency Contact

Summary: When Spencer ends up in the hospital again, his emergency contact — who happens to be his boyfriend, Luke Alvez — is called. Too bad he hasn't told the team about him yet...

Tags: whump, h/c, hurt spencer, broken ribs, coming out, relationship reveal, protective derek, team as family, fluff, au: different first meeting

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid // (heavy on the Derek & Spencer friendship, too)

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo

Okay, so Emily was not in S11, but for this fic she is, because I wanted supportive Penemily and that's what I gave myself. Other than that, this fills the square "broken ribs" for my Bad Things Happen bingo card. Enjoy the whump mixed with fluff!

Spencer doesn’t mean to get hurt again, but he also isn’t exactly surprised when it happens. If anything, Hotch really needs to stop sending him out to scope places and suspects out by himself. Surely Tobias Hankel proved he’s a trouble magnet in that regard years ago.

The summerhouse the suspect rents is a nice enough place to lay incapacitated while he waits for back-up, he supposes, but he’s not exactly able to lie and enjoy the sunshine when his ribs have been smashed in with a metal baseball bat and he knows the suspect is currently hightailing it down the beach. Not to mention the fact that it’s worryingly difficult to breathe.

Still, it’s better than a dilapidated cabin in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere Georgia, pumped full of heroin while his feet are whipped. Small mercies.

“Goddamnit, Spencer, again?” Derek asks amusedly when he finally arrives and crouches down by his side, but the undercurrent of worry in his voice doesn’t elude him.

“Sorry,” he wheezes, still winded and in immense pain from the ambush. “I didn’t see him coming.”

Derek raises a brow, chuckling slightly. “Yeah, pretty boy, I figured that.” His hand goes to Spencer’s hair as his expression furrows in concern again. “Did you see where he went? I’ll send the others after him while I go with you to the hospital.”

Spencer smiles a little, relieved that he won’t be alone. It’s become a strange sort of tradition to sit in one another’s hospital rooms after the job kicks their ass, and he’s glad Derek isn’t about to break it now.

“I saw him turn right out of the backdoor, but that’s all,” he says breathlessly, before cringing at the effort and folding in on himself even more.

“Okay, Spencer,” Derek says soothingly. “Just relax. The ambulance will be here any second.”

He obeys and closes his eyes as he listens to Derek call Hotch on the radio and send the team in the right direction before coming back to sit next to him on the floor.

“This might be one of the nicer places one of our unsubs has owned, huh?”

Spencer nods, mirroring Derek’s morbid amusement. “Crime pays better than investigating it,” he manages, smiling up at his friend.

He snorts. “You can say that again. With the way the market’s turned in the last couple years it’s more like this is my hobby and my properties are my day job, rather than the other way round.”

Spencer tries to reply, but he moves involuntarily in amusement, and a fresh wave of pain has him wincing again, trying to will the tears away.

“You’re alright, Spence,” Derek says gently, his hand returning to his hair. “Help will be here soon, okay?”

Thankfully, the medics do show up in a semi-timely fashion, and both of them are loaded into the back of the ambulance as the EMTs check him over, Derek’s hand not leaving his person unless it absolutely has to.

“How many times were you hit, Dr Reid?”

He cringes. “Four.” It’s almost embarrassing that the unsub got four hits in, and the only reason there weren’t more is because he was fleeing the scene, not because Spencer was able to fight back. He tries to remind himself that there isn’t much you can do when caught-off guard by a furious arsonist armed with a steel baseball bat, but his ego is still bruised. Albeit not as badly as his poor ribs.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Derek mutters under his breath, his grip tightening on Spencer’s shoulder minutely enough for him to know he isn’t doing it consciously.

Spencer smiles appreciatively, closing his eyes against the pain. The non-narcotic painkillers they’re feeding him through the IV really aren’t doing anything.

“I think you’ve managed to avoid internal bleeding,” the EMT says, all though he tacks on a pointed, “just. But I’m concerned about the possibility of a punctured lung. There’s a chance your trouble breathing is solely pain-induced, but I don’t like the way your chest sounds. The doctors will check everything out when we get to the hospital, and get you all patched up.”

“Hold in there,” Derek says urgently. “I really can’t have you dying on me, pretty boy.”

Spencer smiles as comfortingly as he can through the immense pain in his chest and his mangled breathing. “Trust me, I don’t intend on it.”

The x-ray reveals two broken ribs and confirms the paramedic’s suspicions of a punctured lung, although thankfully, minor enough to not require surgery. He’s set up with oxygen and regular nurse check-ups in a quiet room after the doctor is able to remove the excess air in his chest cavity.

“How are you doing, Spence?” Derek asks worriedly as he pulls up a chair next to Spencer’s bed as soon as he’s allowed to see him.

He pulls away his oxygen facemask to answer. “A bit better,” he says, but his voice is dry and raspy from the oxygen so he certainly doesn’t sound it. “The pain meds are actually working now.”

Derek’s tight, anxious expression relaxes slightly. “That’s at least something.”

Spencer nods tiredly, but before he can respond, a nurse is popping her head round the door. “Dr. Reid,” she says genially, “sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to let you know that we’ve managed to get a hold of your emergency contact, and they’re on their way.”

Spencer’s eyes widen. How could he have forgotten? Granted, he was a little preoccupied with the whole punctured lung, broken ribs thing, but how could he have let it slip his mind that this little accident would lead to the secret he’s been keeping under wraps getting out?

When he’d first met Luke at an FBI gala last year, he never could have foreseen the most intimate and special relationship of his life coming to fruition, but it had. They’d connected on so many different levels, and the chemistry between them felt like something out of one of the fantastical romance novels Penelope reads, and when he’d asked if it was okay for Spencer to put Luke down as his updated emergency contact, he’d been rewarded with a wide, beautiful grin and a firm, heartfelt kiss.

It was serious enough, sure, and they were coming up on having been together for a year, but besides Emily and Penelope — who’d met Luke and developed an amusing, playful rivalry with him — he hadn’t introduced him to anyone on the team.

“On their way?” Derek asks, raising an eyebrow in mild confusion. “Isn’t your contact Hotch? He already knows you’re in the hospital.”

Spencer just stares at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights, completely blanking on something to say. They’re working a local case, so it won’t be long before Luke is bursting into his hospital room armed with cuddles and comfort, and as much as he craves that, he’s too busy panicking about his team finding out to really look forward to it.

Eventually, after watching Derek’s face morph into even stronger, more suspicious confusion, he gives up. They’re going to find out anyway. “I’m dating someone.”

Derek’s face lights up. “Pretty boy!” he exclaims happily, playfully pushing his shoulder as gently as he can. “That’s amazing! Why didn’t you say something? What’s her name?”

Ah. That’s the primary reason he hadn’t told his team about Luke. He’s nowhere close to being ashamed about his sexuality, he accepted himself decades ago, but he’s still not worked up the courage to share that part of himself with his team. Excluding Penelope and Emily who have been together for years (he’s still baffled as to how the others haven’t caught on yet), everyone’s in the dark.

It had started as a basic survival tactic. He’d joined the FBI two years younger than the standard entry age in the early 2000s, and he was far too concerned with just getting by than living outwardly as a gay man. And then, as time went by and he knew his team was accepting and welcoming, he found it too awkward to try and correct people when they assumed he was straight. There just wasn’t ever the right time.

“I’m gay.”

Derek’s happy expression falls and for a split second, Spencer feels a flash of panic. Maybe Derek’s okay with gay people as long as they’re not his immediate friends, as long as he doesn’t playfully call them ‘pretty boy’ and play with their hair when they’re injured, maybe—

“Well, what’s his name, then?”

Spencer looks up from his panic, seeing Derek smiling again, eyes maybe even brighter than they were just seconds ago.

“Wait—”

“Spencer, if you think I’m gonna care that you’re gay — if you think any of us will care that you’re gay, then you have another thing coming,” Derek reassures him. “Wait, that isn’t why you didn’t tell us right?”

He suddenly looks distraught at the idea that Spencer might not have felt comfortable coming out to him, and Spencer rushes to correct him. “No! No, I know everyone would be fine with it, I just didn’t really know how to say it. Penelope and Emily know, but only by accident.”

Derek relaxes, chuckling a little. “I’m sure there’s quite a story there.”

Spencer blushes. “Maybe.”

“I’ll find out later,” he says confidently, winking at him, and something in Spencer loosens at the fact that Derek hasn’t changed his behaviour at all. “But I’m more interested in Mr. Sexy Emergency Contact Mystery Boyfriend Man right now.”

Spencer outright laughs at that, before wincing painfully as his ribs twinge, and he has to fit the oxygen mask around his face again and breathe deeply for a couple of breaths before the nasal cannula can suffice again.

“I met him around this time last year at an FBI gala actually,” Spencer manages. “Everyone on our team bailed except Penelope, Emily, and me. He’s called Luke and he works in the Fugitive Task Force. We just clicked as soon as we met, you know? We have this chemistry that I’ve never felt with anyone before, and we started dating pretty quickly. We actually moved in together last month when his lease was up, but we’re thinking of moving to a bigger, nicer place in Mount Pleasant. Luke’s actually had his eye on this one house that went up…”

He trails off when he notices Derek looking at him strangely, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “What?”

“Nothing,” Derek says gently. “You just look happy, pretty boy. When you started talking about Luke you got this happy, dopey smile on your face, and I’ve just never seen you like that. It’s nice.”

“Oh.” He blushes fiercely at the acknowledgement of just how soft he is for his boyfriend, but it’s not embarrassing, he’s just ridiculously happy and head over heels in love.

Still, feeling a little awkward at the attention, he raises the oxygen mask to his face just for something to do.

“Does he treat you well?” Derek asks seriously, suddenly looking like the FBI tough guy he really is.

Spencer grins and nods, pulling the mask away again. “So good. He’s one of those people that looks out for everyone before himself, you know? He listens to my rambles and tangents like he actually knows and cares about what I’m saying, and he insists on making me every meal we’re both home for. Every day off, he brings me breakfast in bed, and he’ll even suffer through my documentaries even though his favourite thing to watch is action movies. He’s the best boyfriend I could hope for.”

“Good,” Derek says fiercely, even though he’s smiling just a little at the thought of Spencer being taken care of. “But if anything ever changes, I won’t hesitate to—”

“Spencer?” Derek’s interrupted by the door flying over, and a very harried looking Luke Alvez rushing towards the bed, seemingly not noticing the man literally threatening his death right next to him. “Oh my God, Spencer, I was so worried, I thought—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Spencer says, voice still a little weak. Can’t he at least sound convincing when he’s trying to tell these people that he’s fine? “I’m okay, I’ll be out of here before you know it.”

“Are you sure, baby? Do I need to get the doctor? Have they been looking after you, because I swear—”

“Luke,” he laughs, interrupting his worried tangent. “I’m fine, I promise.”

He watches amusedly as Luke sags with relief. “Oh thank God,” he breathes, and it’s then that he appears to notice Derek. “Oh, shit.”

He looks to Spencer with an alarmed look in his eyes, knowing full well that he isn’t out to his team yet, but before apologies can start dripping off his lips, he rushes to fill him in.

“It’s okay. I told him.”

Luke’s face brightens in an illuminating smile, his eyes wide and happy. “You did? I’m so proud of you, cariño.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Derek says, rising from his chair to shake Luke’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you in the last ten minutes.”

Luke grins. “All good things, I hope.”

Derek winks teasingly at Spencer. “Oh, better than good. Spencer here seems quite gone for you.”

He blushes again, but Luke just sits on the edge of his hospital bed and takes his face in his hand. “Well, I’m just as gone for him as he is for me. Probably even more so.”

“No way,” Spencer protests as vehemently as he can with an oxygen mask glued to his face again. “I definitely love you more.”

His words are half swallowed by the mask, and half muffled by the gaggle of FBI agents pouring into his room, all talking over one another loudly.

Luke jumps off the bed and stands to attention as they all quieten down, three of them in complete shock, one of them — Emily, recognising Luke — in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

“Uh,” Spencer starts unsurely, eyes flicking between his boyfriend and his team. “Meet my boyfriend?”

There’s a brief pause before everyone jumps into action again: Emily greeting him warmly, JJ introducing herself, and Hotch and Rossi giving him firm, threatening handshakes as a warning that no harm is to come to their pseudo-son.

Spencer knows they don’t have to worry about that, though, not with Luke, and they’re quickly shown that when he takes his rightful place sat on the edge of his hospital bed again, hands smoothing his hair gently.

“Thank you,” he says to Derek, voice soft and sincere as everyone’s sat leisurely around the room, doing their own thing now they’re calmed down after the initial meet and greet, “for taking care of him. I worry about him, you know, and it’s good to see that he has so many good people looking after him.”

“We all do,” Derek replies, looking over at Spencer fondly. “We’re all incredibly overprotective. Residual effects from him joining the team so young, probably.”

“I can see that,” Luke smiles, looking over at Hotch and Rossi, who still have their eyes trained on him, despite having warmed up to him quickly.

“Well between us all,” Emily interjects diplomatically, “I think we have Spencer covered. He has a lot of good people looking out for him.”

Spencer knows they all think he’s asleep, but he can’t help but say something. “I definitely do,” he slurs tiredly, causing Luke to quickly turn his attention to him, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead as he runs his fingers through his hair with the hand not intertwined with Spencer’s. “Love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Luke murmurs. “And so does everybody in this room.”

Smiling softly and feeling safe as anything, Spencer finally gives into the heavy pull of tiredness, and lets himself drift off to sleep.

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