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Lucky Number 24 - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5008

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Lacrosse Week Special for my favorite bby, Stiles. I can’t believe I just wrote this. I never intended for it to actually turn into that but I got to the point I wanted to, and kinda couldn’t stop from there.

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my drarry rec list

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k)

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

This fic is one of the cutest I’ve read, their relationship in the beginning and how the author turns it into something so great is brilliant. 

The LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21.5k)

It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. 

This is one of the older fics I’ve read, but definitely one of my favorites. Lots of fluff that will make your day. 

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (21k)

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

Honestly, she has made some of the best fics I’ve read. I love how even after trying everything, the one person that he tries to stay away from, pulls them together in order to help. 

Lumos by birdsofshore (41k) NC-17 

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

welp, it had to be at some point, but I do really love this fanfic. It’s not pure smut, but I think it is really well written which makes it good even besides the smut. 

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (618k) 

Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?

I honestly love these retellings, it makes me see how different it would actually be if Harry were to be sorted into Slytherin. It’s a good take on things. 

Love Comes Tumbling by taradiane (22k)

‘Harry’s thoughts were of how much he would have done differently with Malfoy over the years, and of Dumbledore’s final words to the other boy … “It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now.” Maybe, Harry wondered, he could find some mercy, too, and give Malfoy the second chance that Dumbledore had believed him worthy of.’

love this fic, read it!!!!!

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (302k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.

this always makes me cry so hard. But it is definitely worth the read, its one of the older fics I have read but for sure one of the best. READ IT!

Something I Don’t Want to Stop by traintracks (16k)

It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

I love Draco in this fic, he’s so snarky and acts with just the right amount of sass. 

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by Faith Wood (6k)

One beautiful sunny Sunday the Slytherins wake up after a raunchy night only to discover a very naked Harry Potter sleeping in their dormitory. Naturally, they ask themselves a logical question: Who the hell shagged him?

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimsOn (180k)

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

I love this interpretation and it’s a really well written fic. 

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

I love this a lot, everything is perfect. Draco Malfoy in this fic is just so Draco Malfoy and it’s absolutely perfect in my eyes. 

  • I will be updating this post or uploading new recommendations frequently, if you have any requests just send them to be or ask and I will happily create something for you! :) 
Always (Cheryl Blossom x Reader)

Anon requested: Your Cheryl fic was sooooo cute! It’s definitely one of my favorite fics now. Can I request another Cheryl fic? Whenever the reader is hanging out at the diner or at the theater or wherever else Cheryl keeps popping up out of nowhere and she always invites herself to join whatever the reader is doing. And reader doesn’t really mind but still they’re all like ???? Cheryl why (probably because she’s lonely 💔 poor bby)

Summary: The 5 times Cheryl found you and the 1 time you found her

Word Count: 5388 (I went a little overboard oops sorry)

Warnings: Canon attempted suicide

Author’s Note: This was my first ever request and it was such a good one! I got really excited and the thought of doing a 5+1 came immediately and I also just really love Cheryl. I hope you enjoy! I’m pretty proud of this lol. Sorry for any mistakes, requests are open!

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Beta Reader FAQ

What are beta readers?

Beta readers are those glorious 10-20 people who read your manuscript ahead of anyone else, and give you their opinion of it. Beta readers are important because they let you as the author know how well you’re communicating your story long before it ever sees an agent, publisher, or normal reader.

Well, what are beta readers not? They aren’t editors or critical partners. They’re just typical readers. You can think of them as undercover chapter by chapter book reviewers, come to secretly warn you about all the things they as readers aren’t finding attractive about your book, while you still have the time to change things.

How do you care for your beta readers?

Stay clear of their teeth, only feed them fresh, raw meat, and keep them near hot coals at all time… oh wait… no that’s baby dragons.

Like baby dragons though, beta readers can take a lot of effort to properly maintain. It’s customary to write up a questionnaire for each section or chapter of your manuscript (google forms works wonders for this), send your beta readers a copy of the chapter and a link to the form, and then wait for the readers to finish it before sending them the next chapter.

Every author does it a bit differently. Some send their chapters in bundles, so the readers can binge if they need to. Some allow their readers to comment in the chapters themselves on top of filling out the chapter forms. Some have additional forms for things like character relationships or world building comprehension. Some only have one form for each bundle of chapters. There is no wrong way; do what works best for you and your story.

Since you should have at least ten, if not up to twenty beta readers at the start, it can help to keep a spreadsheet of where everyone is at in the story. Messaging your betas with thank you notes, updates, or encouragements is also a good practice. Beta reading can be mentally demanding and time consuming, so the more you can motivate your betas to keep reading on a timely schedule, the better feedback you’ll get!

This is all good, but how do I find beta readers in the first place?

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Since you know a lot about how BDSM really works, I'd LOVE to know some of your fave fics that portray BDSM correctly? Got any good 1D recs that you agree with?

Switch Out the Batteries by loadedgunn and Istajmaal  has EXCELLENT and well negotiated kink, discussion, and aftercare. It also has (consensual) group sex in it, opt out of the later chapters if that’s not your thing! I personally think all of Loadedgunn’s fic, even the ones with problematic age gaps and power differentials, have well negotiated and well written, realistic kink when the sex actually comes into play. 

I also think NO Sweeter Innocence than Our Gentle Sin by Teumessian has excellent kink negotiation and discussion, but its a threesome negotiation with Zayn and Larry. Very well done though. 

Eleadore’s amazing fertility kink fic we can take the log way home  has really sweet and well done discussion of kinks and communication, but it’s not necessarily BDSM. It’s one of my favorite fics ever though and I love it! It’s a good example of communication surrounding kink being something difficult but ultimately rewarding if executed properly. 

This author left the fandom in 2012, but her fic is AMAZING and has really well discussed kink. In lots of the stories, it starts out good and working with very little communication because they’re young an inexperienced, and later puzzle through their mistakes and communication when it STOPS working. There are heartbreaking moments and moments with bad kink practice, but they always get discussed and remedied. Really well done. 

That boy’s got my heart in a silver cage 

so soft it twirls 

horizontal like a quarter to three 

it’s you I want to take apart 

give it to me like I want it 

could make your whole world sweet 

all wound up and short on time 

leave you drowning until you reach for my hand 

agent provocateur 

enjoy!!! 

anonymous asked:

Know of any fics like "When Sparks Fly" by LunaCanisLupus_22? Where Stiles or the pack live in a boarding house full of supernatural creatures. Thank you guys for all the work you do!

This is one of my absolute favorite fics. I love the idea of sentient houses. I read the Thief of Always as a kid and every since then it’s one of my fave things. Anyway. Here’s fics where they live together in an apartment building or similar. - Anastasia

Originally posted by tumidevidareunbacio

When sparks fly by LunaCanisLupus_22

(4/? (but actually complete the author is just adding codas) I 87,433 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”

Derek’s head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.

Or the one where spark!Stiles moves into an enchanted apartment block owned by a grumpy alpha and is completely oblivious to the building’s efforts to matchmake them.

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Congratulations Jackass, You’re A Dad by KawaiiPunkPrincess

(13/? I 8,271 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek, Boyd, and Isaac are werewolves living in an apartment in New York. Their lives change when they find a baby on their doorstep.

Or: Sterek Baby Daddy Au

Altered by GameCake

(8/8 I 30,046 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Maybe I can try? My door gets stuck like that all the time, I’m pretty much a pro by now.” He offered, but didn’t wait for any kind of reply before he bent down and grabbed Derek’s keys. He placed the key in the lock and turned it slowly, yet firmly, to the right. Derek could swear he saw Stiles’ s tattoos shifting with the motion but he ignored it, thinking that it was probably due to the dim light and the muscles that shifted when Stiles moved his fingers. And, of course, then the door opened easily and with an audible click.

“How did you do that?” Erica asked.

“I’m magic.” Stiles disappeared into his apartment.

The group was motionless in stunned silence for a couple minutes. “I told you!” Erica whisper-shouted.

I thought I might make a series of fic recs based on my bookmarks and fics that I’ve read thus far. Many of these you’ll have read already but that’s okay. I’ll include the author’s summary of the fics I’m reccing as well as a short review/my thoughts. Feel free to add to any lists I post and of course to throw some recs my way too!

Haunted by @mayberrry101

Rated: Explicit
WIP
Summary:

Leaning down, he hissed in her ear, “I think you know exactly who we are and what we’re capable of, because us snakes, we like to bite. Hard.” Betty’s ‘seemingly’ perfect life with her ignorant boyfriend, Archie Andrews, is about to catapult upside down when she accidentally crosses paths with a dark and dangerous Serpent, who only wants one thing - her.

My thoughts:

I cannot rave enough about this work. Dark, intense, passionate, and full of feels (both the sexy kind and the emotional kind). Serpent King!Jughead is everything. He’s just what Betty needs. And her innocence and purity is just what he needs. I love the fact that this fic dabbles with a dom!jug kind of thing, without it being overwhelming. It’s just who he is, ya know?
Each chapter is better than the previous one and currently we’ve been left with one hell of a twist, so I’m eagerly awaiting the next one! If you’re not already reading this one, please please please carve the time out and read it. You won’t be able to put it down.


Heart Rise Above by @onceuponamirror

Rated: Mature
WIP (one chapter left)
Summary:

It wasn’t an experiment with freedom borne of some Americana fantasy; rather, a road trip of purely logistical intentions. The plan was simple. Drive from Boston to Chicago for his sister’s college graduation. That’s it.

Or, he drives a Ford Pickup Named Desire.

My thoughts:

Another excellent work in the bughead fandom, I have to suggest you read it immediately. I feel like this is one of the best written Jughead Jones’s the Buggie fanfic world has seen. And of course, this fic has two of my favorite tropes ever: road trips and miscommunication. 
There’s a side order of Varchie in this one and it totally adds to the wonderfulness this fic has to offer. 
OH! And who doesn’t love to see Mechanic!Betty teaching Jughead a thing or two?


Falling Into You by @lazydaizies

Rated: Mature
Complete (70,472 words)
Summary:

This is an AU. Jughead and Betty have never dated and after he moved to Southside High, they eventually lost touch.

Jughead Jones moved to New York when he was 18. Five years later, Betty Cooper moves to New York as well. She is tired of Riverdale and decides to pursue a career in journalism and enrolls at NYU to study it for a year and sharpen her skills. She doesn’t have the means to stay on campus and Archie, who still keeps in contact with Jughead, sets it up for her to be his roommate because he needs someone to help with his rent costs. Both are reluctant as they don’t really know each other anymore but decide to go ahead and become roommates anyway.

This will be pure falling in love fluff and both Jughead and Betty are virgins, cause frankly, older virgins are lacking in this fandom :) If there happens to be angst, it will be mild.

My thoughts:

I think reading this is what caused me to completely fall in love with everything she has ever written. It’s sweet, emotional, sexy, and once again, I couldn’t put it down. It’s got the roommate trope, the long-lost friends trope, first times, and a very healthy dose of mutual pining. I also utterly love the fact that these two are both still virgins because it’s true. We hardly have any older virgin fics, and I also think it added another layer to this fic- it’s like the icing on the fictional cake. Add it to your to-read lists right away!


Take Me Home by @sylwrites

Rated: Mature
Complete (61,453 words)
Summary:

When Jughead used to imagine living in New York, it was always Manhattan - not a small town upstate. At least the shoot for Sweetwater is only seven months.

AU.

This fic was written based off of these “Insta” posts by @jeemyjamz

My thoughts:

Holy. Moly. Batman. I swear to you all that every fic @sylwrites touches turns to gold. She is one of my all-time favorite bughead authors and I simply cannot get enough of her writing. That being said, @jeemyjamz also has the creative genius I could only ever dream of having. The idea for this fic is so freaking cool and I love everything about it. The beginning shows Betty trying to live her life despite all the dicks around town that bully her. She perseveres despite the difficult nature of what she is or has gone through. I admire her.
And Jughead? He’s so taken back by how utterly real she is. It’s awesome to read. 
The relationship between the two of them blossoms (no pun intended I swear) into such an awesome thing… I encourage you all to get on with reading the heck out of this immediately.


That’s it for part 1 of my rec lists. I’ll be posting new lists frequently, or as frequently as I can ♥ You’ll be able to find my other lists here once I’ve added more.

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*Weepingly finishes this five days later*

Happy Belated Birthday to our favorite authority imposing Exalt because he always gets what he wants, including special baths, whatever that is.

my thoughts on 5x22

I can’t believe we’re almost at the end of the season. It’s bittersweet; I’m glad to put this year behind us but I’m also sad there’ll be no more new Arrow for several months. I’ll miss it, to be sure. But, given the events of this episode, I’m really hoping that there will be plenty of fanfic from my favorite authors to tide me over. 😉

  • Quentin wishing Oliver a happy birthday fills me with all kinds of warm feelings. Did we ever think, back in s1, that we’d ever get here? 
  • Thea teasing Oliver about his “date” with Felicity is a million kinds of fantastic and something I’ve always wanted. It’s made even better knowing that she KNEW ABOUT THE PARTY THE WHOLE TIME.
  • Seeing Oliver happy and nervous and excited is something I’ve really missed. 
  • The smooth way that Oliver took down Curtis fills me with all kinds of Feelings. 
  • That Lord Mesa cake is so meta that it’s pretty glorious. 
  • I’m not sure it qualifies as “amazing” or worth all the buzz but I’ll let it go. Cuz I’m a reasonable sort. 
  • This whole birthday is so beautiful and wonderful and so long past due… It feels RIGHT. I love seeing Oliver be celebrated by his loved ones. As it should be. 
  • We were doing great on the “how I want to spend my Summer Vacation” thing till we got to Felicity… and then Oliver. 
  • SOCKS? REALLY?
  • Socks=sex
  • Is it just me or were there volumes of innuendo to Felicity’s whole “hiking and spending the night under the stars” thing? Those smoldering looks between her and Oliver didn’t help things. 
  • And as if I wasn’t already dead from that eye fucking, then the team “subtly” leaves them alone to talk and they AGREE TO START DATING AGAIN.
  • Have mercy on my poor heart, Arrow, I’m only human.
  • Forget socks, this is what Oliver wanted for his birthday. 
  • “Hypothetically dating my ex-fiancee” It’s okay, I’m okay, this is fine. I’m fine. 
  • Curtis teasing Felicity about her sexual tension with Oliver is all of us, let’s be honest. 
  • Oh look, Curtis got taken. I’m so shocked. (not that shocked)
  • Oliver worrying about Felicity and wanting her to stay down in the bunker with him is just… that’s where I’m at folks. This is fine. 
  • But the Black Siren blah blah blah *snore* I’m sorry, did something happen? 
  • Anyways, Quentin is awesome and deserves better. But you all already knew that. 
  • Felicity not wanting to leave Oliver alone, because she’s worried about him… that is NOW where I’m at. I’m fine. 
  • Oliver’s desperation and … upset at learning Dig and Felicity were taken… that is where I am going to be and stay and I AM NOT FINE.
  • Yep. I’m gonna stay here a while. It’s a nice place. 
  • And then Malcolm gives a big pep talk speech about leaving the island and letting people in and how people help us retain our humanity and…what? WHAT? What’s going on here?
  • Malcolm is being the beacon of hope? Where did that come from???
  • Oh that man is so dead. He’s dying. That’s it. That’s his big redemption. Welp. 
  • Oliver’s emotions over Chase taking William are so real and pure and just… WOW. “He’s my boy.” There’s a branch in my eye.
  • Delightful moment when Malcolm and Nyssa get pissy about working with each other.
  • Though, if Nyssa could stop with the husband nonsense and they could just END THAT NONSENSE I’d be a happier viewer. 
  • ITS BEEN TWO YEARS, GUGGENHEIM. LET IT GO.
  • It took Oliver far longer than it should have to realize Adrian took everyone to the island. “See you on the boat” was pretty clear. 
  • Also… no one took a boat. What is this boat nonsense? I have questions. 
  • “Ms. Smoak.” Damn right, and don’t you forget it. Blessed, blessed interaction.
  • Blah blah blah Slade Wilson blah blah kid blah blah

Join us next week folks. Things will most certainly get lit. And enjoy Olicity being reunited. It’s official. TV Line said so. 😉

anonymous asked:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)

Omg! This is sweet. Thank you so much. Unfortunately, I’ve only written four fics- ever- so here they are:

*Title will take you to AO3 link 

1. In My Dreams We Are Always Together

Rating: Mature
Words: 118644

This is my most popular fic. It’s a Canon AU where Clarke and the delinquents lose the war against Trikru. Instead of being killed, they are sent somewhere else. To a faraway land where Bellamy is the king. They seal the alliance with a marriage. But Bellamy has secrets and not all of the people from the sky agree to his terms. 

Or, my arranged marriage, enemies to friends to lovers, king and queen Bellarke Canon AU.

2. Don’t Look Back, You’re Not Going That Way

Rating: Mature
Words: 142274

My longest and most recently finished fic. And probably the darkest. I’m not kidding, this thing is an angsty dark monster with a happy ending. A fic about young viking Bellamy, preparing to go on a long journey to liberate the people who have been living under tyranny of a cruel king. Clarke, the mysterious and manipulative girl that shows up at his village wanting to join him. And all of the conflict that arises between two people from different parts of the world. Shifting POV between Bellamy and Clarke throughout the fic. 

Or, my Bellarke Vikings AU with lots of angst, blood, pain, darkness and love. Oh, and kids. 

3.  Treading On Water, Cause I Never Learned To Swim

Rating: Mature
Words: 47,695

My most recent fic. And my shortest, which is wild? A modern, college AU where Clarke and Bellamy are best friends and everything is right in the world until Bellamy falls in love with someone that isn’t Clarke. Mostly about Clarke’s journey, trying not to be in love with her best friend. And failing.

Or, my best friends to lovers fic heavy on jealous and pining!Clarke because there just isn’t enough of that in this fandom.

4.  I would take it back (For just another minute, just another chance with you)

Rating: Mature
Words: 106,982

Ah, my very first fic. Modern AU where Clarke comes back to the small town of Arkadia after six years of being AWOL. Slightly based on the relationship between Jax/Tara from Sons of Anarchy. Clarke comes home with her best friend beside her (Raven Reyes of course), only to find that not everyone will be waiting with open arms.

Or, my modern AU where Bellamy and Clarke were once too in love, but meet again as strangers. Featuring single father Bellamy and running-from-my-past Clarke, along with hateful Aurora and a strong Clarke/Raven relationship.

Simself Tag

Thank you @shysimblr​ & @maladi777​ for the tag! xoxo! 

Rules: post a picture of your self sim and answer these questions, then tag some friends.

Favorite season - Well it really only has two seasons here; dry and rainy season. So I guess I’ll chose the season which isn’t unbearably hot and humid. 

Favorite books/author - Books, I’ll probably choose Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Also Miguel Street by V.S. Naipaul, probably the funniest book I’ve ever read, ever. Although I personally don’t like his statements about T&T Naipaul is one of my favourite authors, along with Jane Austin. 

Favorite song - I don’t have one favourite but I’ll use this opportunity to introduce everyone to the master musician, Sprangalang (especially since he sounds drunk in all of his songs) I chose parang since it’s our Christmas music. Cheers! 


Favorite food and drink
- Fries are always good and tea is the go to drink all day, everyday! 

Dogs or cats - I love them both so much! They’re both very cute in their different ways. 

Tagging: @oakglow, @treelinesandpoppyfields, @penelope-and-wonders, @quiddity-jones, @eslanes

castieltaking-hobbits2gallifrey  asked:

I need more batman media but I don't know what to watch or where to watch it and Netflix took off Young Justice and Justice League :(:( do you have any fic recs or fun facts

A.  Blogs to follow if you haven’t already followed them, the first three write FREAKING AMAZING fanfic and the fourth creates THE BEST fanart I have literally sat and scrolled through these blogs for hours

@camsthisky (good GOSH I love her she writes so much about Dick Grayson)

@audreycritter

@preciousthingsareprecious

@laquilasse

B.  Random Fics to Read (and honestly there are so many more, I just can’t think of them at the moment):

1. The Acrobat Series 

by fishfingersandjellybabies http://archiveofourown.org/works/4079917

Look anytime anyone talks about how much Dick loves his family they’ve won my heart and soul. I especially like the Kori section.

2.  Mori Shej 

by dickiegayson  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12298375/1/Mori-Shej

OH MY GOSH.  I love this story so freaking much.  Ok, imagine if Jason Todd, after coming back from the dead and going through all that stuff with the Lazarus Pit and training, goes after Dick Grayson to get his revenge on Bruce.  Except when he shows up at Dick’s apartment, ready to kill the Golden Son, he finds something completely unexpected.  Jason has a lot of issues, Dick has a lot of issues (courtesy of the Blockbuster incident).  I have read and reread this story countless times, and I can never not cry because I love my broken sons so much.  There is a lot of anger, some cursing, much regret, and brothers being brothers.  And Dick is the sweetest most protective [redacted because spoiler] and Jason has a mushy heart after all.  It can stand as complete but I think the author is writing more?  Also, either before or after, or both, go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqeNxdyp5CE and listen to the song.  It is my new favorite song and CAN YOU IMAGINE DICK SINGING IT OH MY GOSH

3.  the road will only be wide (the rain will never stop falling) 

by weird_bird (2weird4) http://archiveofourown.org/works/8610391/chapters/19743343

A collection of Dick and Damian moments.  So very beautiful.

4.  The Robins United Series, first story is Bird by Bird 

by laceymcbain  http://archiveofourown.org/works/2656487/chapters/5936243

…some hurt/comfort, Jason doesn’t know what the hell to do with his family, and they all insist on calling him brother.  *shrugs* family feels are my drug of choice

5.  Penny Lane 

by @jerseydevious  http://archiveofourown.org/works/11757690

Damian wants a horse, and drat I’m crying?  (tbh I cry very easily over my sons…but still)

6.  Sun Spot 

by Dawn’sEternalLight (@preciousthingsareprecious) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11748606

This fic is a quiet moment of beauty and rest for Dick and Damian.  Damian draws, and Dick watches his talented little bro.  There is sunlight.  You skin will clear and your crops will grow and any heartache you have ever had will be healed like magic!

C.  A bunch of fics by Kieron_O’Duibhir

1.  The Till-Then From the Ever-Since http://archiveofourown.org/works/3506603/chapters/7707866  

There is a problem in the Batcave, as in, younger versions of the Batfam keep turning up. It’s absolutely fantastic, and one of my favorite things is younger Jason being SO done with his older self and calling him out on stuff and being all protective of his brothers.  It gets better and better with every chapter.

2.  But a Walking Shadow http://archiveofourown.org/works/4259511/chapters/9641367

 So this story is not finished yet and the author takes waaay long to post updates on it but she has promised not to abandon it soo…It is Nightwing-centric, with a whole mess of comic Teen Titans making appearances.  The author has written a lot of stories about a world where Dick became a Talon, and in this tale Talon-on-the-run winds up on Earth-1 and Nightwing is trying to figure out who this apparent clone of his is.  Talon Dick has always intrigued me, and it is interesting seeing him and Nightwing face off.

3.  All the Roofs of Uncertainty http://archiveofourown.org/works/2273208/chapters/4994631

HOLY HECK this is one of my favorite Jason Todd fanfics EVER.  I love the description by the author “The one where Dick bleeds a lot and Jason argues with everybody.”  Jason is in the wrong spot at the wrong time, ie. He finds Dick bleeding to death and is forced to save him.  Tim and Damian make appearances.  Jason has anger issues.  That doesn’t stop him from caring.  Bruce and Jason hash things out in the most beautiful (painful) way.

4.  Wheel and Blade 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2492957

 In which Dick confronts Damian about his practice of taking weapons to school, and also gets slightly distracted by the idea of living in a vardo.  I love this story because it shows the best way to parent Damian—not by telling him no “because I said so” but by explaining and debating things like he is smart and capable.  

5.  I Pass the Night Watchman on His Beat http://archiveofourown.org/works/2326226

This is a cool one-shot of Dick and Amy, his partner on the Bludhaven police force.  I freaking love Dick being a cop.

D.  Okay now if you want something to watch:

 1.     Nightwing—The Series 

by ismahawk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o297A1wmys0

This is THE BEST Nightwing fan film I have ever seen.  I love the Dick Grayson in it—he’s got acrobatics, sounds like Jesse McCartney (Robin/Nightwing’s VA in YJ), and is quite handsome.  He fights, gets the stuffing beat out of him and keeps getting back up, has a bit of a temper, loves Barbara—perfection.  Watch it, you won’t regret it.  (Also Jason is there yay!  I will take him in any capacity I can get. And I kinda really like the actor for Bruce?)

2.     Red Hood: The Series—Episode One “Homecoming” 

by tenshunn https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BdVSgshgFA&t=136s

My favorite Jason Todd fanfilm!!!  Heavily featuring Tim Drake!  Look this adaption is fab, I love the actors and the dialogue and the fight between Jason and Tim (spoiler?)  As far as I know they are trying to put together a second episode.  Watch the video where Jason Todd tries to get people to donate money for it, its HILARIOUS

3.      Batman The Animated Series is on Netflix till September 1st.  I’m in the second season and love it a lot…Alfred is so freaking sassy!  

4.     Damian Wayne: Robins Fly at Night

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS30bYjVmL4

 It’s just five minutes and doesn’t have any dialogue, and it doesn’t come close to deserving an Oscar, but dang it it’s hard to find Damian stuff…and also seeing a little kid running around in the Robin costume made me realize that there is nothing I want more than to see Damian Wayne on the big screen, being all angry assassin kid, and Dick Grayson capturing him in a hug…

5. Gotham on Netflix

I am pretty sure you already watch this? But if not, DO!  It is AMAZING.  I love it so much, especially Bruce and Alfred and Selina Kyle

E.  Some things from Batman: Dark Victory

Okay I know he is a talented young acrobat and all but how the FUDGE did Dick get up on that chandelier?!  the kid can truly fly (yeah yeah, the stairs probably lead up to a hallway floor/balcony that Dick leapt off of but still) I wonder how many grey hairs the kid gave Alfred in those first weeks alone

On dark days I like to remember the time bby birb Dick Grayson caved in the Joker’s cheek with a well-placed kick.  My nine or ten year old son then proceeded to smash in the Joker’s teeth with a stick a few minutes later and it was amazing

You think I lied??  Nah my son Dick Grayson was cracking teeth and bones and witty puns from Day 1.  Go Robin!!!

Okay so just look at this picture.  Bby Dick is SO FREAKING TINY!!!  also very intense. OMG Batman’s fists are as big as his first son’s head!  *cue a very many feels in my heart*

F.  Random things I am including because I feel like it, and they all revolve around Dick Grayson mostly because he is my fave so…

1. Apparently some official websites say that Nightwing’s martial arts specialty is Aikido.  I do not think that word means what they think it means

2. “I close my eyes now for a few moments and I can see my parents riding the air current with me. Forever young. Forever strong. Their faces wide with excitement, big smiles on their faces, enjoying the adrenaline surge even more than I do. And there is one thing I am sure of … my parents would be proud of my life.” (Nightwing, Nightwing #141, 2008)  

3.   [Talking about Blüdhaven] “It’s a hopeless case. A lost cause. A town so mired in corruption and sin that it’s drowning … When Batman sent me here, I thought I’d solve one case and book. But then I realized … if I could make a difference here – well, that’d be something. This filthy old town needs me…. Surrounded by a dozen of my worst enemies. No way out. Nowhere to hide. The little brat was right. I do love it. (Nightwing, Nightwing Secret Files #1, 1999)

4.  There once was a dumb writer who thought killing Nightwing for real would be a good idea, and he tried writing toward that end, but everybody else was like hahahaha NO

5.  I used to hate when fic writers would shorten Damian’s name to Dami (kind of like how I majorly dislike when people shorten Sirius Black’s name to Siri, he is not an iPhone gosh).  But then I read a post on tumblr that said something about Dami actually meaning something in Arabic, something like blood or life-blood or heart blood…I can’t exactly remember what and maybe it isn’t even true but I choose to believe it is and that Dick knows exactly what it means and he calls Damian Dami as a way to show how special he is, how much Dick loves him.  Because Damian is his little brother/son and means the absolute world to Dick.  And Damian, though he pretends to despise all nicknames, absolutely LOVES that Dick calls him this

So, Tuesday was @writegowrite’s birthday and I’m going to tell you why she’s such a lovely person and such a lovely author. She has always been incredibly sweet and kind, she has so many nice things to say to others, and I would adore her whether she’d written a single word or not, whether she ever writes another word. She’s a positive presence in this fandom, she always makes me feel better to see her posts on my dash, and she’s always so thoughtful and insightful about these characters we love and she has such a warm, steady feel every time I’ve spoken with her.

She is one of my favorite people in this fandom and I say that completely separate from her fic writing.

But, oh, her fic writing.  I’m absolutely in love with everything she writes, from her happier stories to the beautiful angst to the almost poetic way she can weave together words, and so I’m collecting together all the recs I’ve done for her work and I want to tell you why you should snag everything on this list and read it all and your life will be so much more fulfilled for it. (Equinox and Broken both have updated recs!)

Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, sith!obi-wan, 9k
   During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.
Home Again by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, light kink, 1.7k
   When Anakin’s emotions overwhelm him, Obi-Wan is always there with a firm hand and clear eye to help him find his way back from the dark.
Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, NSFW, dark themes, sith!obi-wan, 30.8k wip
   The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
Release by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, ~1k
   A quick and dirty story about quick and dirty things.
Family by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & darth maul & cast, sith!obi-wan, 6.8k
   Seven years after the duel on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi has turned to the dark, Maul has turned to the light, and young Anakin is caught somewhere in-between. Can Qui-Gon rescue his Padawan before it’s too late?
A Walking Shadow by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & padme & luke & leia & palpatine & cast, 74.6k
   It is five years into the Empire’s ascension, an order built on the blood and bodies of the Jedi. None survived, they say, and the handsome, icy profile of Lord Vader plastered across every Imperial city leaves no room for doubt in the minds of many. But Vader knows there is at least one left, one that escaped him on Mustafar all those years ago.
The World Undone by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & maul, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 143.3k
   Anakin Skywalker, proud symbol of the strength and purity of the Jedi Order, is the target of a strange and handsome Sith named Obi-Wan, whose only goal seems to be pulling Skywalker down into the dark with him.
The Warp and the Weft by FireflyFish, lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & rey & cast, 3.2k wip
   Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force. “We are all a part of the great Cosmic Force and whether we like it or not, when called, we must answer. Even if we’re dead, Anakin.”
Coda by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 60k wip
   Anakin is an up-and-coming first soloist for the New York City Ballet Company, a brash, confident dancer with a smoldering sensuality to his technique and an electric smile that makes fangirl toes curl and quite possibly his choreographer’s.

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Interview: Fran

Today we’re joined by Fran. Fran is a phenomenal musician who plays a variety of instruments and also participates in her school’s marching band. When she’s not playing music, Fran enjoys doodling and is currently writing a novel, which sounds like a fun adventure (a superhero rom-com, how can you not love that). She has also written some poetry and short stories. It’s very clear that Fran is a dedicated and versatile artist, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

I just graduated high school and plan to attend university as a double major in music education and music performance. My primary instrument is flute, but I also play saxophone and a little bit of piano, ukulele, and clarinet. I really enjoy playing classical music, but a lot of my passion lies in jazz, and I am a member of my high school marching band and a future member of my college marching band. I also doodle a little bit, and I am writing a rom com superhero novel about a meteorite that wishes that she can become human and the stars grant her wish. It is a wlw romance, but mostly it consists of humor and superhero action. I also write poetry and short stories.

What inspires you?

My hero is Michael Giacchino and other movie soundtrack writers like him. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved getting inspiration for my music from soundtracks. Because of this wonderful music guiding my life, I plan on inspiring others to pursue music by teaching, and maybe even continue my talents into the professional field. For my visual art, I mostly get inspiration from my friends. We all draw together as a hobby so we get inspired by each other often. For my writing I am inspired by my favorite authors, J.K. Rowling, Brandon Sanderson, David Leviathan, and Rick Riordan. I love writing books with positive outlooks and messages about love and peace.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I have loved music and art ever since I was a child. I started playing flute in 4th grade and I have been obsessed with band ever since. I loved watching movies and playing games almost solely for the excellent musical track. It was only a matter of time until I decided it would be my career. I’ve drawn and written for just as long. I wrote many short stories when I was young, and drew in that stereotypical 6th grade anime style that all artists cringe at later in life. My writing and drawing styles are a little bit better now, though I look back at my childhood doodles and stories with fondness.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

Not really. My signature is just my name in cursive.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

If you want to be a musician, do it! Don’t let anyone tell you it’s a “phony career” and that you won’t be able to make a living with it. With hard work and a little thinking outside of the box, you can make a good career out of any art form. Follow your dream and don’t let the downers destroy your passion!

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I identify as an Asexual Lesbian. I experience no sexual attraction, but I am romantically attracted to girls exclusively.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I’ve had people tell me that you can’t have a romantic relationship without sex and that I’ll “change my mind”. It used to bother me, but now I just let the words wash over me. I know that I’ll find someone who will understand and love that part about me. I can’t help it that their concept of relationships is so small-minded. I don’t experience that often, though. Most people in my field are very accepting.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

That I can’t experience a romantic relationship. Many people lump asexual and aromantic together without realizing that they are both different. You can be both, or just one or the other. There are also people who think I’m just innocent. It’s true that I’m a bit innocent in some areas, I don’t like to cuss, I don’t have a dirty mind, I would rather watch Disney movies than anything with too much sex or violence, but that has nothing to do with my orientation. I know how sex works. I just don’t want to have it.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

Don’t feel like you have to rush into a label. And your label can be fluid and change over time. I know that I may change my label in the future. Just like your favorite color changes over time, so can your label. Also, I know it’s hard living in a world where sex can be prioritized over a healthy and understanding relationship. Be who you are. Because “those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter won’t mind”. Your identity is a beautiful thing!

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

I don’t really have a website or anything. Most of my work is just in my ensembles or in my community.

Thank you, Fran, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

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GUYS!! HI HELLO!!! I have an amazing post for you today! I recently received a copy of A MAP FOR WRECKED GIRLS by Jessica Taylor and absolutely devoured it! I had been looking forward to this book since early this year, after a member of my book club linked me to the summary on goodreads!! It was so magical and lush and full of everything I have ever needed and I am so happy that everyone gets to experience it!

That being said, I knew I had to be part of the blog tour! Immediately after agreeing to do it, I decided that I wanted a playlist from the author! Learning what songs inspire certain books has always been intriguing to me so this is one of my favorite features to have on the blog. Out of the many playlists, I can say with assurance that THIS is my favorite book play list of all time. Not only does it make me love AMFWG even more but it also kind of makes me want to be best friends with the author, Jessica. (JESS IF UR READING THIS, ILY LETS BE FRIENDS, OKAY? I MET JACK ANTONOFF ONCE SO BASICALLY WE ARE ALL THREE BESTIES) 

Anyway, I have added all of the songs from the playlist to a Spotify Playlist, which you can listen to here.

Check out Jessica’s song choices and reasoning below!!!

From the author:

Some writers start with plot. Some start with character. For me, all my stories begin with a few images and songs forming flashes of incomplete stories in my head. As I struggled to fill in those gaps and write what eventually became A Map for Wrecked Girls, it was always music I returned to for inspiration.

1. In Undertow – Alvvays

The whole of Alvvays’ sophomore album is perfect writing music, but I love this song in particular. The opening of the song works for Emma, the protagonist of AMFWG, on more than one level—“You find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can. You made a mistake you’d like to erase and I understand.” The chorus of the song also makes for an easy tie in—“There’s no turning back after what was said.”

2. Hate That You Know Me – Bleachers

I’ve been a fan of Jack Antonoff for a few years now. I love that the new Bleachers album goes to a slightly darker place than the Fun years. Hate That You Know Me is about a destroyed relationship and hating that the person you’re estranged from knows you so well. That’s the place Emma’s in for much of AMFWG.

3. Hurricane (Johnnie’s Theme) – Lord Heron

Much of Emma’s headspace is dark, but the dynamic between Alex and Emma allows for some bright spots on the island. This song was something I listened to when I wanted to let Alex and Emma explore their feelings for each other and let go of the past.

4. Carry On – Fun.  

Clearly I needed more Jack Antonoff in my life when I was writing this book. This song is a much-needed reminder to keep going no matter the obstacle.

5. The Belle of the Boulevard – Dashboard Confessional

This song always operated for me as kind of my theme song for Henri, Emma’s sister. She’s not an easy character to understand or be around, especially not for Emma, but she’s also one of my favorite kind of characters, the tragic kind. This song helped me get in touch with Henri when she was at her worst.

6. The Funeral – Band of Horses

This song was on my mind when Emma and Henri’s story first started coming together, even before I knew the island would play a part in their story. Later, the first line of this song, “I’m coming up only to hold you under,” took on a new meaning.

7. You Are a Tourist – Death Cab for Cutie

Since Henri had her own song, Emma had to have her own as well. Much of the book deals with Emma’s guilt over a betrayal. The following part always felt in line with Emma’s mistake and the feelings surrounding it:

“'Cause when you find yourself a villain,
In the story you have written
It’s plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions
Are in need of redemption
Would you agree?”

8. Taylor Swift - This Love

While I think Taylor Swift meant the romantic kind of love, I always felt that the love she speaks of—a love that was both good and bad and had to be set free—could apply to Emma and Henri.

9. Bloody Mother F*cking Assh*le – Martha Wainwright

Sometimes Henri is exactly this. When I needed Emma to get angry and stand up to Henri, this song was on repeat. A tip: if you need to relieve a little tension, I highly recommend taking a long drive and screaming these lyrics.

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anonymous asked:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)

Ooh, okay, well: 

1. Sleight of Hand

I’m always gonna rec this one because it’s by far my biggest project yet (and the longest multi-chapter I have written… ever), plus I’m always a sucker for slowburn co-leaders bellarke working together and kicking ass ✿✿✿

2. You’re Cool on The Internet, At Least

Social media au where bellarke meet on Facebook and ofc Clarke has a humongous crush on bellamy cos he won’t stop fighting the bigoted assholes on her timeline. Someone needs to do me a solid and add one more kudos to this cos it’s at 599 kudos and I like even numbers. 

3. Or, You Could Always Google It

YouTubers au! Rival youtubers that eventually become friends and of course eventually become lovers. My jam, basically.

4. Every Little Thing She Does is Magic

Pretty sure that this is the fic that I started getting a little known for, but it’s basically a bellarke hogwarts au with gryffindor!bellamy and slytherin!clarke and ofc they start off as enemies and work their way to lovers. Who do you take me for?

5. You’re The Only Home I Know

Neighbours bellarke, lotsa pining and lotsa fluff. This is also at like, 697 kudos and you guys know how I feel about odd numbers so… maybe a few people could do me a solid, thanK YOU

Hyde Park, London. 1968
Claire.

“You can’t catch me, Da!” shouted Davie as he ran past me. Jamie snatched him up and tossed him over his shoulder with a playful growl, making our five-year-old son shriek with delight.

The afternoon was warm, almost unbearably so, but there was a slight breeze here in the shade. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. The pressure of the hard, wooden slats of the park bench combined my perspiration adhered the fabric of my sundress to my skin. I peeled the damp cotton away from my lower back, looking out at the idyllic scene in front of me. I smiled to myself, perfectly content. It was a splendid afternoon for a romp in Hyde Park.

Not only was the weather fine, but I also had all twelve of my children together at the same time. The eldest three Frasers, having begun their adventure as independent adults, had come home to celebrate their father’s birthday.

The birthday boy had one son over his shoulder, another with his arms wrapped around his waist, and a daughter clinging to his left leg. He was in his element. Feigning injury, he carefully collapsed to the ground with a dramatic groan. A cheer went up from all of the children, making Jamie laugh.

Out on the pond, the boys were in one boat, the girls in another. Julia and Brianna sat at the oars, younger sisters in the bow, guiding the craft along the peaceful shoreline. Their brothers, on the other hand, were far more interested in the family of frogs living among the reeds and had managed to get themselves stuck for a third time. A loud splash told me Gavin had decided to get out and push the boat free.

I looked down just in time to see two-year-old Neil try to feed a leaf to his sister.

“Babies don’t eat leaves, darling,” I bent, and moved his hand away from Abigail’s face. Trading him the leaf for a toy, I continued, “And neither should you.”

Becoming bored with the shaded tranquility and his infant sister, the towheaded toddler waddled towards the wrestling match on the grass. I picked Abigail up and, draping a cloth over my shoulder, began to feed her.

It was a wonderful experiment in genetics and heredity, I thought: six of our twelve children had Jamie’s red hair and ten inherited his blue eyes. They ranged from average height to tall, unsurprisingly. Alexander, at eighteen, was a solid inch taller than Jamie, and Robert, at fourteen, was showing signs of outgrowing them both. Julia and Maisie had been cursed with my unruly curls, although neither seemed to mind. All twelve managed to simultaneously resemble each other and look completely different.

Jamie had given me a set of Apostles’ spoons when we found out we were expecting Julia. We had joked then about having a child for each spoon, never dreaming that we would someday. My minds eye saw the spoons, nestled safely in blue velvet, and I mentally paired each child with an Apostle as I listened to them the brood chatter and giggle.

St Andrew.

Julia: my first born, child of my heart. At nearly twenty-four, she showed no outward signs of her childhood illnesses. Her auburn curls were vibrant, her skin healthy and lively. She was the same height as me, with rich brown eyes that held great depths of emotion. She preferred to let her sister Brianna take charge when the situation warranted, but was fiercely protective of her eleven younger siblings.

St Peter.

Brianna: the rock on which I stand. So like her father in both looks and temperament, she was the leader of the pack. She was my right hand man, so to speak, in many ways. I missed her terribly while she was away at University and always looked forward to her detailed, weekly letters.

St Matthias.

Alexander Brian: our philosopher and eldest son. Ever the brilliant mind, Alex was following in my medical footsteps. His dark brown hair and clear, blue eyes made him a favorite with the girls at University, but I had it on good authority that he had no time for that sort of thing. Yet.

St Jude.

Janet Helene: our peacemaker and comforter. Jenny, seventeen, was the glue that held our unruly brood together. In her own pragmatic way, she was able to discern what was at the heart of her siblings’ many quarrels and often had the conflict resolved before it came to a head. I’m sure I would have gone insane without her.

St James, the greater.

Robert Ian: my comedienne. Four years younger than knight-in-shining-armor Alex and only twenty months older than troublemaker Gavin, Rabbie was often stuck in the middle. He chose to find the humor in life and could always find a way to make me smile.

St James, the lesser.

Gavin Murtagh: my headstrong instigator. Born right on the heels of his brother Rabbie, he was a sweethearted scalawag from the start. He had good intentions but somehow his plans always went awry.  For example, just last week he got Maisie to help him smuggle home a squirrel in his coat pocket. The poor thing had injured its tail, but before they could carefully confine it, it escaped and spent the next six hours loose in the house.

St John.

Anne Elizabeth: our old soul. Annie was ten going on sixty-nine. She loved nothing more than a good book and a quiet room, something that was hard to find in the Fraser household. Annie loved her siblings with abandon and somehow always knew exactly what was needed in a moment of emotional crisis. She was also my resident baby whisperer.

St Mathew.

Stephen James: our champion. Loyal to a fault, Stephen was a best friend to everyone. He was the encourager of the flock and the only one who could convince Maisie to do something she didn’t want to do, which was often.

St Bartholomew.

Margaret Clara: my spitfire. At six years old, Maisie was something of a character. She could sell ice to the Eskimos and walk away with them thinking it was their idea. Oh, that girl could talk. She had an abundance of auburn ringlets that could never be tamed and a personality to match. Heaven help anyone who stood in her way.

St Simon.

David Michael: our engineer. Everything was new and exciting to Davie. He was constantly taking things apart to see how they worked and seldom managed to get them back together again. He’d learned the hard way not to experiment on any of Maisie’s toys.

St Thomas.

Neil Thomas: the toddler. Almost two and a half years old, we were still discovering new things about Neil’s personality. He still had the chubby cheeks and fine hair of babyhood, but liked to remind us he could do things himself, thank you very much.

St Philip.

Abigail Marie: the baby. It had taken her only a week to have each and every one of us wrapped around her little fingers. She was now six months old and completely spoiled. She had a fake cry down pat, making her siblings run to her in hopes of cheering her up. It was always comical to me to watch her older brothers carry her. Having no hips to speak of, they awkwardly carried her in various positions against their chest or shoulders.

As if she knew I as thinking about her, Abigail stirred against me. I peeked under the cloth to find her smiling up at me, milk spilling from the corner of her mouth.

A perfect dozen of my very own, I thought.

“Are you done, baby girl?” I asked in a sing-song voice. She kicked her arms and legs, cooing, in response.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain shot down my arm. I cried out, making Abigail cry with me. Jamie stopped playing with the boys and was instantly by my side.

“What is it, Sassenach?” He asked, looking worried.

“I don’t know,” I answered and tried to brush at my shoulder. “I think I’ve been stung by something.

I pulled my hand away and saw that it was covered in blood. A warm, tickling sensation told me I was bleeding but I had no idea why or how. I stared at my hand, trying to process what on earth was going on.

When I looked up from my hand, I found that we were no longer sitting in a park but standing in the middle of a battlefield.

Jamie pulled me by my good arm and we ran for our very lives. The sounds of mortar shells exploding above us made me go deaf, leaving me with an eerie ringing in my ears. The sun went behind a cloud and I started to shiver with cold.

We were hiding in some sort of bunker now, crouched low against cold bricks. Jamie wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He said something to me, but I couldn’t understand him.

“What?” I cried out to be heard above the ringing.

His voice was garbled and muddy as he repeated himself.

“I can’t hear you!” I tried again.

A torrential downpour came out of nowhere, leaving us soaked to the skin. I could hear distant thunder rumble over the constant ringing and lightning danced around us. Jamie’s hand was as cold and clammy as I was and I squeezed it, desperately needing his reassurance.

He brushed the wet hair out of my eyes and said, “Are ye awake, Sassenach?”

I blinked at him stupidly. His voice was quiet and yet I could hear him above the roar of the storm and ringing of my ears.

Awake? Of course I was awake, how could someone sleep thru this?

He slowly started to move away from me and I panicked. I tried to grab hold of him, but he kept slipping out of my hands. The water was pushing us apart and I wasn’t strong enough to fight against it.

“Jamie!” I screamed, trying to keep my head above the water.

Something, or someone, was holding me down. I closed my eyes and thrashed and kicked. Shockwaves of pain reverberated with each movement, but I fought against it.

“Claire!” came Jamie’s voice, closer this time. “Wake up!”

I opened my eyes to see the anxious face of my husband two inches from mine, his hand gripping my good shoulder.

In a sudden bolt of clarity, I realized it had all been a dream. Every bit of it.

My body felt hot and heavy as I lay in Jamie’s arms, sobbing and unable to speak.

I wept for what might have been, but could never be. The children we might have created, the love I knew we could give.

I wept for Julia and Brianna, the daughters I had carried within me but would never see again. Never to tell them just once more how much I loved them, never again to hold them in my arms.

I wept for Jamie, who I had lost but to whom I had now returned. The man I had so deeply loved was once again mine until death do us part.

Somehow, in the depths of my heart, I knew he was enough.

Now that I had him by my side, I could begin to live again.

When The Snow Falls

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.0k+

Warnings: Fluff and mentions of death

request: “How about a little blurb about Peter at Christmas? Or Peter volunteering at an animal shelter? Or Peter at the beach on a hot summer day? Whatever sounds best to you.”

A/N: This cheesy fanfiction I wrote was a request by rileywrites-parker. I honestly have to say I really enjoyed writing this for as cheesy as it is lol. But, this is my first ever request! I’m so honored that Riley (one of my favorite authors along with spiderling-parker) was the first person to make a request! I’ll admit I was a little stumped at first but since Christmas is my favorite holiday I decided to go with that. Welp, I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!

Artist listened to while writing this: White Christmas 


Peter wasn’t on big on holidays… okay, okay, that was one big fat lie. He was always in love with the thought of holidays. The days where you and your family could come together, celebrate and eat until you threw up. Yeah, he always looked forward to that, but this year was different.

When the snow began to fall and the street of New York were packed on either side with car-high banks, he didn’t really look forward to it. Things just weren’t the same as they used to be.

He remembered the days where he’d walk down the sidewalk, holding the hands of his Aunt and Uncle as they walked him down to town’s square. In the center of the square, vibrant lights were scattered around the huge pine tree that gave off warm, homey-hued light and the aroma of sap. Trite, jolly music played that everyone knew the lyrics to, people laughed, and people loved. Everything had seemed so captivating then, but years later and the loss of a loved one changed all of that.

He no longer walked to town square to see the Christmas lights, and he didn’t like the sight of snow that peppered white the streets of New York anymore. He didn’t even care to put the ornaments on the Christmas tree. Things just weren’t the same.

He tried to not think about it, but the thoughts of his uncle still crept into his head, somehow. It wasn’t that he wanted to forget Ben– god no, he loved that man, it just hurt to remember right now. It hurt to know that it was his own fault. If he had been stronger, smarter, more mature, he couldn’t help but think that maybe none of this would have happened, and his uncle would still be here.

Sometimes he thought that maybe this was all too much for him. Spider-man, high school, being bullied all the time. It was exhausting and overwhelming, no matter how much he loved being a hero.

But then, he’d also remembered all the beautiful people in his life. Aunt May, Ned, Michelle, Y/N – they were all worth the sacrifice.

He’d protect and defend them all with his dying breath because they were worth it.

So, when the snow fell, lights gleamed, and the jolly chants began, he tried his best to remember those feelings. Those feeling of love, happiness, and joy…still, sometimes he just couldn’t seem to find it. But Y/N was there. She was always there.

So, when the snow began to fall, he thought of her and her smile. When the carriage-horses neighed, and when the Christmas tree lit up like a thousand stars, he thought of her eyes. When the music began and the bells rung, he thought of her laugh, the way she sang her heart out to any Christmas song.

Through it all, she had always been right by his side. Because of her, things didn’t seem so bad when life at its worst. Because of her, he looked forward to the snow fall, the thousands of stars twinkling along the pine trees, the singing, and the feeling of being accepted and loved, all because of her.

Sprawled out on the couch, he nuzzled his face into the crook of his girlfriend’s neck, an undertone of cinnamon and hot chocolate filtering into his nose. Her legs draped over his own, and carefully he pulled a blanket over the both of them. She shifted, pulling him closer and tracing her fingertips ghosting over his sharp jaw line, sending tingles through his whole body- an electrical shock hitting both his heart and abdomen with fluttering butterflies. She sighed calmly, raking her hands through his almond locks, nearly lulling him to sleep.

“You’re gonna miss the best part,” she hummed softly, kissing his forehead.  

He let out a breath and forced his eyes open before looking at the TV. “Luke,” she recalled in a fake malicious tone. “I am your father.”  He chuckled at his girlfriend’s antics when she recalled the famous line from one of his favorite movies, Star Wars. Planting a firm kiss on her cheek, he pushed himself up from the couch. He walked through his dim-lit apartment, which was lit by the Christmas tree in the far corner of the room that was decorated by both him, Aunt May, and Y/N. Walking to the kitchen, he opened the oven and took out the cookie sheet with a thick cloth. Soon after, he placed all the cookies on a plate before bringing them back out to share with his girlfriend, who stood up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head and wiping out the wrinkles in the baggy shirt she had borrowed from him.

He sat himself down on the couch, already shoving cookies in his mouth before Y/N snatched the plate out of his hands, placing it on the coffee table near the side of the couch they shared. He raised a skeptical brow, munching down on the rest of his cookie as she scrolled through her phone. It wasn’t too long after that she started playing A White Christmas by Bing Crosby. She threw her phone on the coffee table before putting a hand out to Peter with a cheesy smile. Chuckling, he gladly accepted her hand and she helped haul him up. It wasn’t soon after that he laced his hands around her waist, and she curled her arms around his neck. She massaged the back of his neck, playing with his loose curls gently.

They talked about senseless and random things that had them both laughing. He loved that they never ran out of things to talk about, and how she laughed at all his corny and lame jokes. When she pulled him close, he stared down at her, again getting a whiff of her mouth-watering aroma that he could never get enough of. She looked up at him, face inches apart from his own.  Her soft giggle made his heart skip a beat when she bestowed him with the most heartwarming of eskimo kisses. After a few moments he rested his forehead upon hers as they continued to rock back and forth mindlessly.

God, he adored her.

After what seemed like forever, the old antique clock that Ben always kept in the apartment softly chimed. It was the stroke of twelve. Both corners of her lips tugged up into a beautiful smile that resembled a perfect pearl necklace. “Merry Christmas.”

He kissed her softly. “Merry Christmas.”