If you're still looking for ghostbusters prompts - Abby/Holtz, literally anything to do with that scene where possessed!Abby opens the door and they check each other out (consent is great, obviously, I just want that moment to be acknowledged)
“Jillian.”
Holtzmann freezes as a fiery hot arousal shoots straight to her groin. She’s always had a vaguely flirtatious relationship with Abby, but Abby had established early on that they would be friends and little else. To hear Abby say her name like that was not something she expected. She very nearly backs Abby into the bathroom and has her way--but before she can act, Abby sidles past her, brushing against her, and she’s left appraising Abby’s ass.
Later, when she’s lying on the floor gasping for breath, reality crashes down around her ears. Abby doesn’t want her--not the same way that she wants Abby. Only possessed would Abby reciprocate, and for one terrible moment, Holtzmann wishes that she had more time with possessed-Abby. She crushes the thought a moment later, glad to have her friend back. In time, her heart will heal.
Until then, she’s just glad Abby is alright--that and Abby doesn’t know what transpired, and how close Holtzmann came to ruining their friendship.
lunathewarrior replied to your post “I have to write some fanfiction for my Genre Fiction Writing Workshop...”
I second Agent Carter. But Carmilla would be cool as well
I would LOVE to write Carmilla fanfiction, but I feel so unprepared about writing anything. I watched the entire series in one night. Sometimes I feel like I don't remember what happened, and then I see gifs of the show and get major FEELS.
Peggy knows Angie doesn't like eating diner food all the time, so she decides to cook something for Angie in return for all the pie discounts she's gotten. Up to you if Peggy's any good (although anything would taste good after war rations). Thanks!
“Jarvis! I’m glad I caught you. I’m in a bit of a tight spot.”
“Ms. Carter?” the man’s voice comes through the phone, tone urgent, “What is it? Are you in danger?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I, well…I burned the roast.”
“You what?”
Peggy huffs frustratedly, “I’m making dinner for a friend and it’s not going completely according to plan.” Peggy holds the phone while looking around the devastation of her kitchen and adds, “At all going to plan, if we’re being honest.”
“And you called me…?” the butler starts.
“Really, Edwin, you’re going to make me say it?” she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Because of this…homemaker thing, whatever it is you do. You’re good at it. My kitchen is a disaster zone and Angie is due here at 7. I need your help.”
There’s quiet on the other end, and for a moment Peggy wonders if the call has been disconnected, “You’re cooking for Ms. Martinelli?” she can hear his knowing grin even through the phone. She clears her throat.
“Yes. What of it?” she replies shortly, resting a hand on her hip.
“Nothing, nothing.” Jarvis says, and Peggy narrows her eyes, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. I trust you’ll survive until my arrival?”
She scoffs in response, twirling the phone cord anxiously, “Just get here, Jarvis.”
“As you wish, Agent Carter.” and with that he hangs up.
“Bastard.” Peggy says into the static, hanging up the phone with a loud ding and turning back to take in her war zone of a kitchen, “Dear lord.” she breathes.
—
“No, no! Heavens, Ms. Carter, it’s as if you’ve never set foot in a kitchen before.” the butler says, ripping the bowl from her grasp.
“Well forgive me if I wasn’t aware that there is a wrong way to mash potatoes, Mr. Jarvis.” Peggy replies bitingly.
“That’s it!” he hands her a head of lettuce and a tomato, “I’m going to assume you’re capable of making a salad. Although that may be expecting too much.”
He turns around again and she sticks her tongue out, throwing a piece of carrot at the back of his head and stuffing a piece of bread into her mouth, chewing angrily.
They go to work again, quietly, but Peggy can tell there’s something being unsaid, “Penny for your thoughts?” she asks, washing lettuce leaves.
Jarvis shrugs, adding salt to the potatoes, “I was just thinking about your dinner guest, is all.”
“Oh?” she says, feigning disinterest.
“Ms. Martinelli is a very nice young woman.” the butler says matter-of-factly.
Peggy nods, smiling softly, “Very.”
“Talented.” he tries.
“Indeed.”
He pauses for a moment, shooting her a look out of the corner of his eye, “Pretty.”
“Most definitely,” the brunette replies without missing a beat.
Her eyes widen in panic for a moment before being replaced with an unaffected mask, but Jarvis doesn’t comment, “I’m pleased for you, Ms. Carter. That you’ve found… a friend.” he looks to the brunette, offering her an understanding smile, “She seems to be quite fond of you.”
Peggy worries a lip between her teeth and looks down at the cutting board shyly, “Do you really think so?” she says quietly, hesitantly.
“I’m sure of it.” and he nudges her shoulder with his own before stirring the contents of the pot on the stove.
She looks up at him with a bright smile that he returns fully, before motioning to the knife she’s holding to cut tomatoes and saying, “Don’t cut yourself. The last thing we need is for you to ruin another dinner with a visit to the hospital for stitches.”
“Honestly!”
—
They’re just setting the table when a knock sounds at the door, “English?” Angie’s voice rings from the hallway, “Ugh, Peg, you’ll never believe the day I had—“
“It’s Angie.” Peggy’s eyes widen comically as she whispers to the butler, “Get out, get out!” she rushes to his coat and hat hanging on the rack by the door, throwing them at his chest from the other side of the room, “One moment!” she calls to the waitress.
“And where do you suppose I ‘get out?’” Jarvis whispers back hotly before following the brunette’s eyes to the window behind him, “You’re not serious.”
Peggy tilts her head, wincing in apology as she drags him by the arm to the window and opens it quickly and quietly, “Thanks for the hand, Jarvis.”
“I cannot believe this!” he fights, being physically pushed out of the window and onto the fire escape, “You owe me.”
“Get out,” she whispers harshly, nearly pulling the window down on his fingers before turning around. She fixes her hair and lipstick in the mirror quickly before calling, “Come in, darling!”
“Hey!” Angie says from the entryway, “God, I missed you today.” she slips her heels off and moving to draw the agent into a tight embrace, “What smells so good?
“Just a home cooked meal, thought you might be sick of all the diner grub.” Peggy replies, nuzzling the shorter woman’s neck and running her hands down her back.
Angie just sighs, content, “You’re too good for me, English.”
As they move to sit at the table, Jarvis makes his way down the fire escape, slipping his coat and hat on as he walks down the sidewalk, whistling into the cool night air.
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lunathewarrior gave me the awesome prompt of: instead of Danny already being a werewolf how about she becomes one while she's with Laura and they have to deal with the consequences?
I'm only going to answer the questions, not post new ones or tag anybody because I just did one of these and I know how circular tagging works ;)
Also, I should really be writing my college applications :/
1. Favourite sport? Badminton
2. A place you want to visit? Tokyo, Japan
3. One of those books you intend to read some day, but you end up postponing it? Any book by John Green (I haven't read any of them)
4. A movie everyone thinks it’s awful but you love anyway? I honestly don't know.
5. How important do you think looks are on a romantic relationship? My own looks don't matter to me very much, so I wouldn't hold the other person to higher standards
6. The ideal movie for you? I wish Guy Ritchie, Robert Downey Jr., and Jude Law would make Sherlock Holmes 3 already
7. Three things that you would bring to a deserted island? A helicopter, a helicopter piloting guide, and a lifetime supply of contact lenses so I can stay or go or whatever with good vision (glasses would get beat up on an island)
8. Three things that you would bring to a deserted island that aren’t survival gear? Something with an internet connection, I guess. Maybe a friend or two, or a musical instrument
9. Do you have any pets? Yes, I have a tortoiseshell cat named Cammy :D
10. Your weapon in case of zombie outbreak? Bow and arrow, to knock down flammable material from a shelf and light the zombies on fire!
11. Any unusual hobbies? Aside from making 8-bit versions of songs? A bunch of my friends and I do the Rube Goldberg science competition at school, where you have to build a machine to do a simple task in as many steps as possible. This year, we have to erase a chalkboard in over 20 steps. Last year, it was zip a zipper, and before that, it was hammer in a nail. Our team should have a pretty good chance of going to the regional competition this year, but that's not until February.
1: Your OTP? Ok, I know this stands for "one true pairing", but allow me to list three, because the last two are derivatives of the first: Victorian Era Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Madame Vastra/Jenny Flint (from Doctor Who) and Data/Geordi La Forge (from Star Trek: The Next Generation)
2: Favourite Video Game? Although the Frogwares Sherlock Holmes series puts up a good fight, Professor Layton wins out. My favorite Professor Layton game used to be Diabolical Box, but I just finished Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright last week and am very enamored of it, so I'm not sure I can really decide.
3: Have you been outside your own country? Yes, a few times. I live near Chicago, but I've been to Germany and England twice, to Finland, Austria, and I was in Canada for about a day.
4: Last film you saw in the cinema? Um, probably Guardians of the Galaxy. I usually see movies in the summer or the winter; it's TV season now.
5: Rugby or Football? neither.
6: Your biggest fear? I am so done with haunted abandoned carnivals ok just no
but seriously it's probably having to speak in front of a really large audience
7: Best day of your life so far? Sitting on a bench, eating ice cream with my two friends near their house in Germany. The two weeks I spent there were the best in my life.
8: Favourite animal? American Kestrel. They're tiny, awesome birds of prey.
9: Guilty pleasure? Eating Nutella from the jar
10: Have any siblings? Yes, a younger brother and a younger sister.
11: Know any languages? My native language is English, and I'm also learning German, although I'm a lot better at reading and hearing it than I am writing and speaking it.
Okay, here are my questions:
1) What is your name? (can be anything, your nickname, first name, screen name, roller derby name, etc.)
2) What is your quest?
3) What is your favorite color?
4) Favorite video game character?
5) Favorite band/musician and/or song lyric?
6) Thing you've seen or done that you think is amazing but you feel like everyone you've told doesn't really care?
7) Favorite book character?
8) Dream job?
9) If you could meet up with a person you regularly talk to on tumblr, what would you do together?
10) Favorite childhood toy and/or a story that goes with it?
11) Have you ever met a really interesting person only once, like on vacation or at the store or something, and then never seen them again? Do you wish you knew what they were doing now, or that you could have talked to them more?
I tag curiouslypuzzling, annanstuff, callmecubone, cozniehaus, in-way-too-many-fandoms, fullmetalbebop (even though you'll probably never get to it :P) and whoever else feels like it