Tags: Canon Divergence, Watford Sixth Year, Angst, Humor, First Kiss, voice recorder, Magic Mishap, truth spell, Love Confessions, Penny’s galaxy brain, lots of bickering, Romantic tension off the charts, Gay Panic! At the Catacombs
Summary: When Simon finds the cursed voice recorder while snooping through Baz’s stuff and accidentally sets it off, Baz is left voiceless and magicless. He’s desperate to get his magic back—but when he finds out the solution, he reckons the cure might be worse than the condition.
okay so the post about the safe haven au you reblogged kind of inspired me? so i am going to attempt to write a longfic now oh god i'm nervous - you are certainly welcome to pop into my dms to hit me with ideas (also pls don't sue me if it sucks or if i cave right in the middle of writing like i know i can do this but i also know i could run aaah i hope i don't )
help what's a good age for peter to be in the safe haven au i don't? know? how kids work? like at what age are they doing what??? at what age do kids start going to school in north carolina? helpppppp bridgeeeeet pls
I feel like I should just mention that i have never actually read the book or movie, I just know what happens from the wikipedia page. Anyways.....
I also have very little idea about how kids work and what they’re doing at certain stages of development, but tbh, when in doubt, I age them at about 7 or 10, depending on if I want them older or younger. Does that help at all???
hi! just got home and don't have much time but ayy TATT!! may i request some stucky fluff? maybe something about some cookies? god i really need some cookies right now why is life so stressful ughhh anyway awesome you're doing this! keep up the good work!! :)
Of course doll! Sorry it took me so long to answer! Thanks for the drabble request!
The smell of sugar filled their noses as soon as they entered the house, the familiar jingle of a Christmas song floating faintly towards them. The two soldiers sighed happily, glad you were home when they returned.
A few months ago, you demanded to live in a house, instead of the compound or a dingy apartment. Both Steve and Bucky were reluctant to agree, but days like these made the decision worthwhile.
“Doll?” Bucky called, following the smell into the kitchen as Steve dropped their duffel bags on the floor in the hallway.
A squeal came from their best girl just before you ran around the corner and practically leaped into the brunet’s arms.
“You’re home!” you breathed, nuzzling your nose into his scruff, breathing him in and finding his smell lacking the normal filth when the two men come back from a mission.
Bucky beamed at you, his pale blue eyes glinting in the warm light of the kitchen. “Stark let us off early, since it’s almost Christmas.”
You nodded and let go of Buck, only to be turned into another hard but clean body. Steve.
“Hey, baby,” he cooed, hugging you tightly in the way only Steve could. You could practically picture his biceps bulging just a little in his tight tee as he gripped you. “We missed you.”
“I missed you, too. Both of you.”
“What’d’ya have here, doll? It’s a little early to put cookies out for Santa,” Bucky teased, walking towards the sheets of cooling sugar cookies. He grins mischievously at you as he snatches one off the pan before you could protest, biting the top of the tree-shaped pastry.
“Cookies. I wasn’t making them for Santa, though. They were supposed to be for you two when you came back,” you explained, slowly untangling yourself from Steve to get Bucky away from the cookies. You shooed him away with an oven mitt and the two soldiers laughed.
“Need any help, baby?” Steve asked, resting his elbows on the island and leaning on it.
“That would be nice. I was just about to start frosting them.”
The blond stands up almost instantly and walks to stand close to you. “Let me help, then. What do you want me to do?”
Just as you’re about to answer, Bucky chimes in, “I wanna help, too, doll.”
“No,” you tell the brunet adamantly, glaring playfully at him. “You’ll just eat everything.”
“No, I won’t!”
“Yes, you will!” you shoot back, your hands on your hips.
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Oh…” seethes Bucky playfully. “You’re gonna get it, dollface.”
The squeak that comes from you makes Steve laugh heartily as you hide behind the hulking man.
“Stevie, save me,” you beg the blond man next to you as Bucky is prowling around the island.
“No can do, sweetheart. You brought this on yourself,” Steve muses, crossing his arms. Another loud laugh bubbles up from his throat as Bucky launches himself at you.
just saw you talking about parents and how to bring up you're writing fanfiction, and wanted to share my own experiences (which might be a bit unique, haha.) so while i NEVER let my mum read anything i write (purely for embarrassment reasons), she knows and reads herself. we have at least weekly debates over how we think this uncompleted fic might continue or complaining about how the end of that fic absolutely ruined one of us and we even rec fic to each other yeah basically i love my mum
That’s amazing, I can’t imagine ever being like that with my mom
