#bb fic

[robron-always]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Well, I'm out of practice, but here we are.

[tennessoui]

reworking a scene in my big bang fic where obi-wan and quinlan catch up after quinlan finishes anakin's training as a jedi for ~reasons~ and i just realized it reads like girl!dad quinlan vos, who is used to fun moving dancing meditation with angelic, former padawan aayla and picking her up from the archives and discussing her essays over tea and pastries he lets her sneak three of,

is absolutely bedraggled and traumatized after three years with padawan anakin, and boy!mom obi-wan is sitting there sipping tea like oh did he blow things up on critical missions? yeah he does that. did he insult the royalty on the diplomatic mission? yeah. did you have to start a war to keep him safe. yeah. did he eat a bunch of bugs cause you didn't feed him in time. yeah. yeah, it sounds like the enclosure needed more enrichment :/

[theangrypomeranian]

Summary:

“So we got married for money.” Honestly, that did sound like something she would do. Still, it was hard to believe, and she opened her mouth to call him out on his bullshit– But he rubbed her finger again and when she glanced down she saw the ring on it. It was simple, a gold band with a small diamond that gleamed brightly. If she’d ever cared about that kind of thing, this was definitely the kind of ring she would have chosen to wear. “Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes going wide as she looked up at him. “This…this is all real, isn’t it?” He nodded, and her entire world came crumbling down around her as she realized she could deny it no longer. She really did have amnesia. . . . or: Louise wakes up out of a coma missing memories from the last fives years of her life - including her marriage to her best friend Regular-Sized Rudy. Written for @roudiseshipweek 2024. Title from Die With a Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga.

Read the rest of chapter 1 here.

[babystepsofficial]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[sp0o0kylights]

I love your mimic Steve, like my brain stays awake just rotating it in my brain that's how good

I DO HAVE MORE MIMIC STEVE but alas he's on the backburner lol.

Once the BB is over and Cousin Gareth's final fourth piece is posted Mimic Steve will come back into rotation (I say....staring at Illustrated's massive and still unpublished fifth chapter) thought I will leave you with a bit that got rejected from the first round:

"I can do something here that can help us. But I need you to let me do it." Steve said, and it took everything he had to keep his voice steady.

"You're afraid." El identified. "Of me. You are afraid of me, because of what I am." 

"Not what you are, El." Steve corrected softly. "Because of what I am. And what you were trained to do, to things like me." 

El frowned hard at that, and Steve doesn't want to clue her in, lest her instincts get the better of her.

He doesn't exactly have a choice though, because it's either speak now or forever hold his peace, the latter of which could very well end with all of them six feet under ground

“I need you to think of all the things I have done for you and for the party and I need you to let me live long enough to be a distraction." He started. You can kill me after, Eleven, but let me try and save everyone first." 

"No one is killing any one." Hopper snarled.

"I can't stop her anymore than you can, Hop." Steve said, shaking. 

Then he raised his arm and let his ability flit to the surface, rolling along his arm in a show of his power. 

He knows El understood when her eyes shoot to the size of dinner plates, her body instinctively jerking to get away.

She has more control than he does, because she manages to remain in place. He on the other hand, found himself several inches away from her.

"Steve is a monster." She whispered, as if unable to believe it.

Given the looks he's getting from the rest of the party, Steve doesn't think anyone else believes it either.

But they will.

[gilly-bean]

Seven Sentence Monday

Recently, my unfinished Bad Buddy fantasy AU has been haunting me more than usual. I haven't even looked its way in like half a year but I've started to feel the itch to get back to it. It's my longest running baby after all and it would break my heart to abandon it. And then I saw @dimplesandfierceeyes do a seven sentence post on their BB fic of all things and that felt like the universe speaking to me.

So here goes, seven sentences from the final chapter to I have to burn your kingdom down. Thanks again for the inspiration @dimplesandfierceeyes!

There had been a time when he had been sure that if they ever found themselves here, nothing would stop Pran from crossing over. The Pran in front of him now has his arms wrapped around himself as he fidgets, eyes unfocused and glassy. Fire runs through his skin sparks on oil. He chokes on his first breath, but he keeps on pushing through until he can exhale his rage away, like Ink taught him. He can’t blow this place to pieces. “What did they do to you?” he whispers. Pran shakes his head.

And if anyone comes across this and feels likewise inspired, please tag me too no matter the fandom, we're in this together!

[miss-smrxtiee]

Hi was wondering if you could do #17 and #18 from the holiday prompts please for adrian/mc thanks so much

Hiiii!! Yes of course! Thank you so much for the ask @lauren-raines-x !!

Holiday prompt list!

17- what movie are we watching?

18- Did you steal a cookie?

-Snowed In-

Adrian x MC (Amy)

Bloodbound

Summary: A blizzard hits New York City, locking most people inside their homes. Butttt this could be some fun for Adrian & Amy...

A/n: this was so fun to make thank you guys so much for requesting them! Im sorry this took so long! My hiatus was much needed to say the least 😪🤚🏻

Warnings: none! Fluffiness!

Masterlist

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•Third Person•

The couple laid around in their apartment as they watched the newest weather forecast snuggled into each other. A heavy snow storm hit their area causing people to be locked in their house. With their jobs, a day off like this was heaven because it meant they got to be as lazy as they wanted.

Adrian sighed and clicked the Netflix button on the remote, turning the tv over to a movie.

“What movie are we watching?” Amy’s voice was muffled as she spoke, due to her face being smooshed against Adrian’s chest.

“I was thinking... Fast and furious 7?” He suggested and she agreed.

A few minutes into the movie. He suggested that they grabs some snacks and before he knew it, Amy had hopped up and shuffled her way into the kitchen, making him chuckle at her excitement. They had both worn their matching hot coco onesies and Beckett didn’t think she could get any more adorable.

As Adrian walked into the kitchen he saw Amy humming to herself while scrounging through the cabinets. He just leaned against the door frame crossing his arms as he watched her happily pull out bags of chips and pretzels. She gasped at a sheet of paper that had caught her eye on top of some books.

“What’s that?” He asked, pushing himself up from the doorframe and making his way to the counter.

“It’s my mom’s famous cookie recipe! I had forgotten all about it!” Amy smiled as she pointed at the author’s name ‘Elizabeth Jones’. (Her Mom)

“I didn’t know she gave it to you.” He looked over the sheet with her, skimming the list of ingredients.

“She emailed it to me about 4 months ago, but because their Christmas cookies, it seemed a little too soon for them. I must’ve forgotten about it once I had place it down!”

“But now it’s perfect timing!” Adrian added before placing his finger at the first ingredient.

“Let’s get cooking, shall we? The movie can wait.” He threw her apron over her head.

“Lets get cooking!” She agreed and giggled.

Over the next few minutes, Adrian read off the ingredients so that Amy could lift them out of the cabinets. He playfully chanted ‘team work team work’ after the last items had been placed.

“Look at us, food prepping!” She giggles and gestured to the ingredients in front of them.

“These are gonna be delicious!” Adrian says with a smile.

Amy agrees and grabs the bowl. She reads of the measurements for the dry ingredients, since they where doubling the recipe amount, Adrian took over the math and teased her for it.

A while later, they had mixed and combined everything and were now usuing gingerbread cookie cutters to finish the Christmas decorating. As Amy put in the first tray into the oven, Adrian glanced at the bowl of cookie dough and then back at Amy. In a flash he had scooped some onto his finger and smeared it on the tip of her nose, making her squeal.

“Wha- Adriannn!!!” She whined, making him laugh at her pout. He thought it was adorable how she scrunched her face together in frustration.

“I’m gonna get you for that!!” She retaliates playfully as he starts to slowly back away.

“Not if you can’t catch me!” He turns and bolts into the living room, turning a corner with Amy right behind him. He runs around the couch and grabs a pillow for defense. Amy gasps at his newfound weapon.

“You wouldn’t...” she knew that look on his face whenever he got competitive. In some situations it would be chess, tag, or even video games. But this time around... pillow fight means war.

Amy grabs a couch pillow and gets into an offensive stance, but before anyone gets a word in, they hear a Ding! Coming from the kitchen. Amy pouts and lays the pillow down on one end of the couch while Adrian chuckles.

“You win... for now at least. Until we get these cookies done.” Amy smiles at him before grabbing his hand and leading him back to the cookies.

Thirty minutes later, and Amy brought out the last tray of freshly baked cookies and set them on the stove. Adrian was on decor duty for the cooled ones and was putting little black dots as the gingerbread faces and buttons. He seemed quite proud of himself.

After a full day of baking extravaganzas, the pair walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch with a sigh.

“I have a newfound appreciation for bakers...” Adrian said with a huff.

“I have a newfound appreciation for myself, like damn, I didn’t know I could bake this well!” She popped the last bit of her cookie into her mouth while Adrian laughed.

“Did you steal a cookie?” He laughed as her eyes widened.

“Uh- nO!” She hastly responded.

He wraps his arms around her, cuddling into the couch.“I think it’s safe to say we’ve earned ourselves a nap.”

“I couldn’t agree more”

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[blackandblueandstars]

MC falling asleep in Kamilah’s arms on the private jet and Kamilah holding her protectively and warning the others not to wake her up

Amy hadn’t slept in three days, so when Kamilah heard her snores coming from her arms, she vowed to do anything to let her rest. Admittedly, she didn’t know that ‘anything’ would be such a tall order.

“Kamilah, I wanted to talk to you about --” Adrian came up to her, nose buried in his laptop.

“Shhhh!” she hissed, glaring at him.

“Oh,” he whispered. “Sorry.”

He walked back to his seat, glancing back at Kamilah once or twice, brows furrowed.

Then, Jax decided that flying through the air was the perfect time for some practice with his katana. Every clash of metal reverberated through the cabin.

“So help me Gods!” Kamilah hissed, eyes blazing red as she stared at Jax.

“Uh...sorry,” he said, sheathing his katana and lifting his hands in defense. “My bad.”

“OH MY GOD!” shouted Lily, her thumbs mashing against the device in her hand. “You sonuva--”

Kamilah growled, drawing Lily’s attention. Her face drained of color when she saw Kamilah’s bright red eyes staring back at her.

“Heh, heh,” she laughed, nervously. She shut off her game, sinking further into her seat to avoid Kamilah’s glare.

Kamilah finally relaxed, having successfully scared all of their friends into submission. She kissed Amy’s head softly, overcome with love.

“Mmm,” Amy murmured. “Kami?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Kamilah said with a sigh.