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that was cute, love how fluffy their moment was with realizing how much it means to them.
Also love that Penelope was the one to introduce them and that it was awkward at first before finding common interests
@kjs-s Spencer Reid
R: Remember and B: Best Friend
R: Remember; What is their favourite moment in your relationship?
He has to choose only one? Well, that's not fair when so much of his time with you is his favourite, and with his memory everything is so clear and right there for him to relive whenever he wants to. If pressed, really pressed, he would have to say that his favourite would be a quiet evening the two of you spent together, sitting on a blanket under the stars. The world seemed to fade away as you talked about everything and nothing, your laughter mingling with the gentle night breeze. In that moment, he'd felt an overwhelming sense of peace and belonging, realizing that he had found someone who truly understood him. Your connection felt like the most beautiful constellation in the vastness of the universe, and he'd treasure that memory forever.
B: Best Friend; What would they be like as a bff? How would the friendship start?
As a best friend, Spencer is incredibly loyal, supportive, and intellectually stimulating. He'd be the one you could always count on to listen attentively to your thoughts and concerns, offering insightful perspectives and advice. His vast knowledge on a wide range of topics would make conversations with him fascinating and entertaining. He genuinely cares about your well-being, checking in on you regularly and going out of his way to help whenever you need it.
Your friendship began when you were introduced by a mutual friend, in this case, Penelope. It was awkward at first, and then the conversation stumbled upon a shared interest and that was it, the two of you sat and talked for hours, entirely lost in the interaction.
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That was so sweet. Love the favorite moment one because it's always so beautiful and magical especially when you write those. I agree with the first because he would be worried about talking too much. And the vinyl collection sounds interesting I would love to have him playing music to tune the others out when he needs a little quiet or to recover from missing days.
@kjs-s Steven Grant
O: Open, R: Remember and X: Xtra
O: Open; When would they start to reveal things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things slowly?
Steven is known for being someone who has a random stream of consciousness falling from his lips at almost any given opportunity. It's endearing really, the speed at which he will share his knowledge, his thoughts and opinions with you, but just because he says a LOT that doesn't mean he is sharing intimate details. I mean, come on, the poor boy has a hell of a story to tell and that would make most people run for the hills, right? He has finally found someone he can call a friend, so it would take him a while to really open up for fear of losing you.
R: Remember; What is their favourite moment in your relationship?
There are a few moments he could choose, but his absolute favourite would be the moment he realised he was in love with you. It was a Sunday and the soft early morning sunlight peeked in through a gap in the blinds, falling over your face. He can still remember the crispness of the clean sheets as he propped himself up on his elbow and just watched you sleeping. You looked so peaceful, your lips parted slightly, a soft snore falling from you that made his smile widen into a grin. You’d spent the night together a handful of times now, but this time it felt… different. Steve wanted to always have this, to always wake up next to you, to spend forever with you. His heart swelled as he realised what that meant, what he truly felt. Steve Grant was completely in love with you and though you had no idea, you had rolled onto your side and snuggled against his chest as if you just knew.
X: Xtra; A random headcanon for them.
Steven is an avid collector of vintage vinyl records. He spends his downtime scouring flea markets and obscure record shops for hidden gems from all era's and genres. Steven finds solace in the soothing crackle of vinyl and the timeless melodies of classic rock and jazz. He believes that music has a healing power that helps him maintain balance amidst the chaos of his vigilante life. Plus, he's convinced that the vibrations of the music resonate with the ancient Egyptian deity Khonshu, keeping the bird quiet for a little while.
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this is perfect, love that he couldn't stop thinking of how he acted and how the argument started. And how casually they both reacted to him being there.
I would now spent the next few days thinking about that and imagining the argument they gphad and the continuations of this as to how they will talk things through because I love angst with happy endings
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@savvy-devine666 always sends me the most brilliant gifs and this is no different. Right then, a little Mycroft seems in order.
This was not the way it was supposed to be. He was a man of logic, analytical to a fault, not swayed by emotions... so why could he not push aside this ache inside him?
Things between the two of you had gotten too familiar, become too loud and he had said things he had instantly regretted, not that his pride would let him admit it. There hadn't been a goodbye, no opportunity for him to apologise when cooler heads prevailed, you had simply exited from his life. It had returned to what it was before you, before these feelings and chaos. Only now it felt... empty.
His days were punctuated by your silence, his gut twisting as his mind chose to play his mistakes over and over in HD at the most inopportune moment. Mycroft found himself holding conversations with you in his head, anticipating your replies, although he knew you would always surprise him. Apologies, explanations, trapped forever in his head, clamouring for his attention, fighting against his pride.
Just over a week later, his heart had directed him to precisely where he needed to be. Standing by his car, he fidgeted nervously with his umbrella as he waited outside you place of employment. The words he had never meant to leave unsaid ran in a loop around his head, making his anxiety spike.
He was just contemplating how foolish this was, how you would react badly to this gesture, when he heard your voice calling his name. He looked up at you, his heart racing and a warmth building in his chest. Pulling on his usual mask of pomposity, he greeted you, opening the car door for you to climb inside. The words remained unsaid for now, but Mycroft was certainly aware that your absence from his life was intolerable.
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Thanks for using my gif. And for being your incredible self once again with the amazing way you can describe everything and always making me happy to read your work. Love the goofball one and that the reader used it to describe him in such a cute way still having fun with him.
I brought an umbrella to work yesterday and couldn't get it to work and I would love someone help me not get wet and then dry.
GIF by kjs-s
This was made and sent to me by my dear friend @kjs-s and I am eternally grateful every time I get a little something in my ask box, so here's a little Steven for you all.
This was still more than a little surreal to him, this kind of thing didn't happen to Steven, not ever. He kept waiting for the other boot to drop, for the 'gotcha' moment, and it just never came.
He never knew that he could feel like this, so happy and fizzing inside all the time. Had the grey skies always been such a beautiful shade? The rain so iridescent? His heart soared as he made his way back home, knowing that, once again, you would be waiting for him right there. His lips tingled with the anticipation of your kiss and his step was lighter as he navigated the busy streets.
The world around him seemed to move in such a perfect way, like an intricate dance that hastened him towards you as if you were the sun, the centre of his universe.
He was soaked by the time he stumbled through the door, but he didn't seem to notice. You had wrapped him in a towel, insisted he change into dry clothes and he had insisted you help with that task.
Now, the both of you sat on his bed laughing about nothing, he had never felt so content and well adjusted.
"I love you, goofball." You giggled, the words causing Steven to hide his face momentarily before asking you to repeat your words, words he would never tire of hearing. Words you would happily repeat over and over until he understood deep in his soul that you were not going anywhere.
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GIF by kjs-s
This was made and sent to me by my dear friend @kjs-s and I am eternally grateful every time I get a little something in my ask box, so here's a little Steven for you all.
This was still more than a little surreal to him, this kind of thing didn't happen to Steven, not ever. He kept waiting for the other boot to drop, for the 'gotcha' moment, and it just never came.
He never knew that he could feel like this, so happy and fizzing inside all the time. Had the grey skies always been such a beautiful shade? The rain so iridescent? His heart soared as he made his way back home, knowing that, once again, you would be waiting for him right there. His lips tingled with the anticipation of your kiss and his step was lighter as he navigated the busy streets.
The world around him seemed to move in such a perfect way, like an intricate dance that hastened him towards you as if you were the sun, the centre of his universe.
He was soaked by the time he stumbled through the door, but he didn't seem to notice. You had wrapped him in a towel, insisted he change into dry clothes and he had insisted you help with that task.
Now, the both of you sat on his bed laughing about nothing, he had never felt so content and well adjusted.
"I love you, goofball." You giggled, the words causing Steven to hide his face momentarily before asking you to repeat your words, words he would never tire of hearing. Words you would happily repeat over and over until he understood deep in his soul that you were not going anywhere.
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That's so cute. And he is right about it being perfection. Always love the teasing as well.
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The amazing @soupofmushrooms sent me this gif and I am happy to write a little Mycroft for you.
"Here again, brother mine?" Sherlock asked as he swept into the room, not at all surprised to see Mycroft already lounging in John's chair.
"We have matters to discuss." Mycroft glared at his little brother, who had been avoiding him for the past 24 hours.
"Oh. Mycroft. I didn't know you were here. Would you like a cup of tea?" You asked with a smile, entering the flat behind John, carrying a pastry box.
Mycroft's demeanour immediately shifted. "Of course." He smiled brightly his fingers twirling the handle of his umbrella as he looked at you.
"I'll put the kettle on. You want a custard tart? I picked up a few from the bakery down the road." You asked as you wandered into the kitchen, the elder Holmes straining to keep you in sight, much to the amusement of his brother.
"That would be perfection. Thank you."
"That would be perfection?" Sherlock looked at his brother with amusement. "I cannot believe that is truly you measure of perfection, Mycroft."
"Leave him alone, Sherlock." John chastised, trying to stifle his own amusement. "It isn't every day your brother has a crush on someone."
"What? That- This- I'm-" Mycroft tripped over his words, his brow pulling into a furrow as he frowned at John.
"Mycroft has a crush? Oh now, that truly is 'perfection'." Sherlock grinned, causing his brother to groan inwardly. This was going to be very trying and the chances of Sherlock agreeing to take the case he needed him too were becoming slimmer by the second.
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I will try to write a few. I love challenges especially if my friends are hosting and participating.
Caplan's Disney Celebration
Rules:
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PLEASE use a summary!!
If the fic is more the 300 words, use a keep reading feature!!!
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There’s no limit how many prompts you can chose!
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Any character you’d like to write for!
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Dialogue Prompts
"Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back ... and remember me."
"Have you ever seen something so wonderful in your entire life?"
“How did you survive being locked up in a castle for all this time?”
“What do you mean, you’re the lost princess?”
"Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten"
“It’s called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you.”
“I warn you child. If I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?!”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me.”
“A true loves kiss. If only there was someone out there who loved you.”
"Today is a good day to try"
"Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours"
"If you ain’t scared, you ain’t alive"
"Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So, today is my new favorite day"
"He fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"
“You really shouldn’t come back here, you know. It’s not safe.”
“I told you to stay away from this wing!”
“He was this close—just staring at me.”
“Do you trust me?”
“(And) You will always be in my heart.”
“I especially love his smile.”
“New and a bit alarming.”
“Now kiss her.”
“How can I prove myself if no one will give me a chance?”
“People around here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”
“I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.”
“Guys….I want a castle.”
“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.”
“When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you, and I’m home.”
“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”
“There’s no one I’d rather be than me.”
“It was worth it…if you learned something from it.”
“You deliberately disobeyed me.”
“I’m surrounded by idiots.”
“How could you do that to me?”
Song Lyric prompts
“And I’ve got friends on the other side.” - Dr. Facilier, “Friends on the Other Side”,
“But you’ll be rewarded when at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared! Be prepared.”
“I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty. They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”
“If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.”
“I’ve reached the top and had to stop and that’s what botherin’ me.”
“Ain't got time for messing around”
“People down here think I'm crazy”
“I put a spell on you, and now you’re mine.
“Don’t forget it, you’ll regret it.”
“Every hour we spent together Lives within my heart”
“Never thought she'd look my way And she smiled at me and held me”
“I was the master of my fate.”
“I learned the truth too late.”
“I let her steal into my melancholy heart.”
“I'm where I'm meant to be”
“He has never been one of us.”
“Now I know she’ll never leave me.”
“I should thank you...but it’d be more fun to kill you.”
“This crown gives me a feeling of power!”
“It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame”
“He asked for trouble the moment he came”
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Love this. The first one i can easily imagine it as a whoel story with him being irritated and after the reader managed to calm him down accidebtally congess that that's the reason he loved them. So cute.
About the childen one i can imagine him being irritated aabout too mane children running around but findin a few that are the shyest one and being drawn to them and talking to them. Also after a while teaching them something new and both being proud and showing off the kid's new skill.
My amazing friend @kjs-s knows how much I adore my ginger General, so here's some more hc's for you.
I:I Love You and L: Little Ones
I: I Love You; How fast do they say the 'l' word?
Armitage Hux loves you, he knows it deep down in his soul, but just the thought of admitting it even to himself terrifies him. It really isn’t a case of how fast he says it, more of an how long can you wait? Even after those three words fall from your lips, he cannot bring himself to utter them, to be that vulnerable.
When he does confess, it will not be an elegant declaration. You will have returned to him, irritated by something Ren had done, pacing the room as you ranted animatedly, all wild hand gestures, face pulling and imitating the stupid force user. A wave of adoration will wash over him as he chuckles at your depiction of Ren and the words just escape him. His eyes widen in fear, but the moment he saw your expression, he felt he should have told you sooner.
L: Little Ones; How are they around children?
Armitage Hux projects a ruthless, ambitious, authoritarian demeanour and so it would seem that he would be an unlikely candidate for someone who is naturally good with children.
However, despite his stern exterior, he does have a soft spot for children. Not in an obvious way, it's more that he sees them as blank slates, untainted by the complexities of the adult world, an innocence he was never allowed to indulge in.
He is awkward and uncomfortable around them, and he finds it a challenge to connect with them on an emotional level, but there are rare moments he finds himself drawn to them. If a child displays intelligence or determination, any attribute he sees in himself, then he will spend time imparting knowledge and ensuring they take on his own ideology.
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That was so cute. I love how accurate this is and the way you descibed the jealousy part like a mini story avbout his emotions. You always know how to make me fall in love this these characters.
My very lovely and dear friend @kjs-s asked for some Mycroft, so here you go.
J: Jealousy and O: Open
J: Jealousy; How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?
Mycroft Holmes does not get jealous, he does not have time for such petty emotions The irritation he is feeling right now, as he watches you across the room, is purely because that FBI agent talking to you is a little too close. The man has invaded your personal space and this prickling sensation, this heat on the back of his neck is simply indignation on your behalf. The rage he feels when the agent dares to touch your arm, that isn’t jealousy, no, he just wants to protect you and anyone who has physical contact with you makes him wary.
Mycroft gravitates towards you naturally, and it is certainly not because he has an overwhelming desire to glare at this man who thinks it is perfect acceptable to smile at you in such a seductive manner. His hand finds its way to rest on the small of your back, his cold, icy stare not leaving the agent for a moment. His shoulders are tight, his whole body ready to engage in some sort of confrontation be it verbal or physical, although he quickly calculates his chances in a physical altercation are not favourable. He feels your arm slip around waist and your body pressed against his side and it’s like a weight has been lifted from his chest. His gaze shifts down to you and the anger subsides, he is once again at peace. His eyes find the the FBI agent once again but this time his vision is unclouded. This man is no threat to him, no threat to your relationship. That doesn’t stop the cutting remarks that fall from Mycroft’s lips and the smug satisfaction he feels as the man scuttles away.
Mycroft Holmes likes to believe he does not get jealous, but you know better.
O: Open; When would they start to reveal things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things slowly?
Mycroft Holmes is quite a closed book, it's just how he has programmed himself to be and to change that mindset is very difficult. When he does start to open up, it is rather stilted but you can see he is trying. Be patient with him, you may never know everything about the enigma that is Mycroft Holmes but you will certainly know more than anyone else.
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Reading your stories always two times is one of my favorite things because i try to change the comments. You know I love you and the There's nothing wrong with wanting to be held. Everyone needs comfort sometimes part was my favorite in this. And the reader being the one who appraoched him to talk about him feeling distracted was so sweet. I feel the others knew something was off as well but rooted for them to get together and knew the reader would care too much for him to talk to him first.
Stories like that are the reson you will always going to be on my list of favorite people and favorite writers. I am so glad I once read a cute star trek story i couldn;t stop thinking about and needed to find it again.
A Little Comfort
Characters: George Weasley x reader
Summary: George Weasley finds himself longing for the comfort of being the little spoon, but his pride and embarrassment hold him back from asking. As he navigates his feelings, he discovers that vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of intimacy.
Word Count: 1022 words
Prompt: Georgie wanting to be the little spoon but too embarrassed to ask. Just well built guy wanting spooned or to sit in your lap with his hair getting played with.
A/N: anon
George Weasley was many things: a prankster, an inventor, a loyal friend. But there was one thing he longed for more than anything else, something he kept hidden behind his confident facade—the desire to be cared for, to let his guard down and be wrapped up in the arms of someone who loved him. George Weasley just wanted to find love. It wasn't something he openly admitted to, especially not to his twin brother Fred, who would never let him live it down. George had always been the one to be the protector, but lately, he found himself yearning for the warmth and comfort of being held.
It was a quiet evening at The Burrow, the fire crackling in the hearth as George sat with his family, lost in his thoughts. He watched as his siblings and their significant others chatted and laughed, envy gnawing at him as he longed for the kind of closeness they shared.
As the night wore on, George found himself drawn to the idea of being held more and more. He imagined the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him, the gentle strokes of fingers through his hair, and the soothing rhythm of a heartbeat against his back. But admitting his desire felt like an insurmountable hurdle. What would his people think? Would they mock him mercilessly, or worse, pity him for his vulnerability? George couldn't bear the thought of being seen as weak, even if it meant denying himself the comfort he craved.
The days passed, and George's longing only grew stronger. He tried to bury his feelings beneath layers of humor and bravado, but they lingered in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he was denying himself. Every person who crossed his path was assessed for romantic partner potential, but nobody seemed to measure up.
One evening, as the family gathered for dinner at The Burrow. Charlie had brought one of his many friends with him and George found himself sitting next to you. He stole glances at you when he thought no one was looking, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with laughter and the way your smile lit up the room. This wasn’t the first time you had been a guest of the Weasley family but there was something different this time, something that seemed to call out to George, drawing him in.
As the meal progressed, George's desire to be near you grew almost unbearable. He could hardly concentrate on the conversation, his mind consumed with thoughts of you holding him close, your soft touch soothing his troubled heart. But as much as he longed for it, George couldn't bring himself to ask. The fear of rejection, of being laughed at or dismissed, held him back, trapping him in a cycle of longing and self-doubt.
After dinner, as the family dispersed to their various activities, George found himself alone with you in the living room. The fire cast a warm glow over the room, bathing everything in a soft, flickering light.
"Hey, George," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "Are you okay? You seem a bit...distracted tonight."
George hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to confide in you. But something in your eyes, the genuine concern and warmth you showed him, gave him the courage to speak.
"I...I've been feeling a bit off lately," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just...struggling with some things, you know?"
You nodded sympathetically, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," you offered gently. “I know we’ve never really talked, but, and don’t tell Charlie this, you are most likely my favourite Weasley.”
George felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of his unspoken desires pressing down on him.
“Thanks. I mean, for the talking and the favourite thing.” His cheeks flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You were always so kind to him, it was no surprise he seemed to have developed a bit of a crush on you. “Things have just been a little…” he trailed off; his brow furrowed.
“Stressful? I know you must be feeling a little like a third wheel now Fred and Angelina are together. It’ll be fine though, just focus on what you want.”
George considered your words, and, in a moment of bravery, he blurted out what he had been so desperately trying to keep in; too afraid to confess.
"I...I want to be the little spoon," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
To his surprise, you didn't laugh or mock him. Instead, you smiled softly, your eyes shining with understanding and compassion.
"George," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be held. Everyone needs comfort sometimes, even the strongest among us. I think you’d make quite a good little spoon.”
With those words, something inside George shifted. The weight of his fears began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief and acceptance. He had bared his soul to you, and instead of ridiculing him, you had embraced him with open arms.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Without hesitation, you pulled him into a warm embrace, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. George leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling of being held, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you in return.
Several hours later, Charlie wandered through the living room, his eyebrow raising and a smirk playing on his lips at the scene before him. The two of you were lay on the sofa, half asleep. You were stroking George’s hair and whispering words of comfort, while George’s eyes were closed, a contented smile on his lips and a sense of peace washing over him. Charlie slowly backed out of the room, leaving the two of you in peace. He’d always wondered how long it would take you and George to get together, and now it didn’t seem like he’d have to wait much longer for that answer.
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I always love oing those thanks you so much @once-upon-an-imagine
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Okay, you want some fic titles? How about:
"Hello, My Old Heart"
"The Kermie to my Piggy"
"Flower and Garden or Food and Wine" - BONUS, this one has to involve Disney World somehow
"Wordle Cheat"
"Going Off Grid"
Annnnnd now that I've scared you, I hope something comes from one or more of these.
this was sitting in my drafts, idk how long it's been, holy moly.
Hello, my old heart
Genre: angst
I'd write this for stucky x reader, tbh. you grew up together i nthe 40s.... enlisted in the army with steve and bucky when they joined.constantly always got shit for joinging because you were a female, but you always had your boys to protect you.
They were your first loves, truly. you had all of your firsts together; kiss, relationship, heartaches, everything. but that all changed when bucky went missing in the line of duty. you and steve searched everywhere for him, with no luck.
Then cap went missing. and you searched everywhere you could in order to find him. But when you boarded the plane to locate them further, the plane crashed.
you'd woken up decades later only to discover that Steve and bucky were alive and healthy-- and MUCH bigger than you remembered.
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"The Kermie to my Piggy"
Genre: Fluffy
You'd always had silly nicknames for Tony; batsy wannabe, millionair daddy, iron clad bod. But recently, with him having Morgan around teh place a lot more often now that Pepper had tragicially passed away, the three of you started watching Sesame Street together... Eventually,. he'd called you Misses Piggy and the nickanbme had stuck until your wedding day years later.
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"Flower and Garden or Food and Wine"
Genre: Fluffy
"Look, the castle!" Excitedly, you tapped on Peter's arm, nearly giving him an injury in your haste as the CInderella's castle came into view as you walked into the parks.
"Y/N, I'm hungry," peter pouts, much to your excitement.
"LEt's go, i know where they have the BEST food in here!"
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Wordle Cheat
Genre: Fluffy
"Is the damn solution your name, Bucky?" you asked, throwing a couch pillow at him from across the room, only to hit a lamp and see it crash to the floor.
"Maybe," he stuck out his tongue playfully as he successfully figured out the word you chose for the eighth time.
"I hate you," you pouted as he came over to you and gave your forehead a kiss.
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Going Off Grid
"What the hell does this even mean?" you asked, looking at Tony for answers as you erad teh crumbled up note in your hand. "Tony, what the fuck is Steve doing? Is he suicidal?"
"My dad always claimed that Steve would have sacrificed himself to save Bucky. Tony shrugged. "I never understood his obsessions with Cap, but i know love when i see it."
"He shouldn't have gone off without anyone! he could get hurt!" you had enough discussions and left toyn's bedroom, ignoring every insticnt in your body to stay put as yuo readied yourself to find your best friend.
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I already receive email form Ao3 but i would love to be tagged as well.
UPDATED MY TAG LIST!
if you'd like to be tagged when i post on ao3 for all my fandoms, here is an updated list of the characters i will write for. it is a fresh new document, so there will be plenty of space for everyone to be included.
i have deleted several characters and added a bunch more.
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For those who read fanfiction, what "bad writing" makes you immediately leave?
Summary has grammar issues
The title is misspelled
No paragraph breaks
No/few punctuation
Dialog written like script
One or more of the above
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When a student copies an essay online instead of writing it and then painstakingly changes every word to a synonym until the text no longer makes any sense...
call that the Ship of Thesaurus
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