i am late in the tag game but since it's mutually binding, i request a snippet of something from our fics. write
you come to me? telling me to write? when you’ve yet to write the contractually mandated fic you’d told me you’d write like seven billion years ago now??
but yeah, sure okay. snippet from our original fic called royalty which is a knight/princess au:
“Can we get back to the point?” she asks weakly, two seconds away from banging her head against the kitchen table. She’s sure that won’t go over well with Lizzie; Sophie and Jack would get fired from babysitting duty the second Lizzie notices the bruise.
“Wasn’t the point that Evie is a she-devil? Because Jack and I are in full agreement on that front,” Sophie says, picking up Maddie’s mug and taking a sip before wincing at the cold, bitter coffee. “You’re really letting yourself go, babe,” she mutters, stalking over to the sink and emptying the coffee out. “Drinking bitter coffee and letting yourself become more bitter over the she-devil?” She turns and leans against the counter, arms crossed over her chest and Maddie’s mug hanging from the handle on her index finger. “It’s not like you.”
“Well, a lot of things aren’t like me. Like not going to work and spending all day watching daytime dramas. I don’t even like daytime dramas.”
“Don’t knock it, Mads,” Jack says, hand over his heart. “I for one am very invested in the bold and the beautiful—after all, I’m both bold and beautiful, don’t you agree?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Maddie laughs, rolling her eyes. “You’re a regular Prince Charming, Jack.”
“I’m gone for half a day and I come back to you flirting with my brother?” comes a voice down the hall and the sound of keys being tossed into a bowl, announcing Lizzie’s arrival. “What has the world come to?” she asks as she steps into view, first pressing a quick kiss to Maddie’s lips before hugging Sophie and Jack.
“I admit it,” Maddie jokes, grinning when Hamlet gets off his bed, stretches, and pads slowly over, sticking his head in Maddie’s lap. “It was a surprise to me too.”
“Surprise?” Jack exclaims, mouth dropping open. “Madeline, you and I were always meant to be.”
“You’re right, if only you were four years older and less beautiful. It could’ve been a match made in heaven.”
“Way to aim for a man’s heart, Mads,” Jack sighs, keeping a stoic expression even as Sophie chortles away. Lizzie shrugs off her jacket and tosses it onto Jack’s face.
“Stop flirting with my wife, dork,” she says, eyes narrowed. “And Maddie, stop encouraging him.”
“Oh, but we’re meant to be, Liz,” Maddie laughs, “would you really get in the way of love?”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Pick on me, that’s fine,” Lizzie mutters, unable to help the smile that forms on her lips.
(It’s a startlingly normal moment. Maddie and Jack are teasing Lizzie like always. Sophie makes sure to throw in her own joke like always.
It’s almost easy to forget that Sophie’s hands are shaking as she pours Maddie a fresh cup of coffee, that Jack never strays too far when Maddie gets up to grab Hamlet a snack, that Lizzie watches apprehensively—as if waiting for something, a shoe to drop.
It’s a normal moment. And Maddie breathes it in, wants to keep it as long as possible.
It’s likely why she speaks up.)
“I have a story,” she announces to the others, feeling a little shaky on her feet, not minding when Jack subtly takes her by the elbow and leads her back to the table. “Want to hear it?”
“I do, but I better be in this one,” Sophie says, raising her eyebrows.
“I was promised dinner, so I’m in,” Jack adds with a shrug. “I’m not going anywhere till I’ve been fed.”
Lizzie helps Maddie sit down, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple.
“I want to hear everything you have to say, Madeline,” she says softly, eyes crinkling as she smiles.
And in that moment, Maddie feels a little bit warmer as she looks at her friends, and swears she falls just a bit more in love with her wife.
oh dude! yknow it’s been a while but i never forgot how supportive you were for my fanmixes, something that usually doesn’t get a lot of attention lol you’ve also written some of my favourite sc fic and honestly i swear one of the earliest writers for them whose work i really really loved.
i also really admire that you started writing and posting your original work on here, i imagine it being hard to get recognition for original work on here but you did it anyways, i could never lol
hey its your turn to write one. i did the last one
loll okay but like do we trust me to write them anyway? I had to text you and ask about basic plot points. also joke’s on you, while you were off having a life I wrote 4500 words
thelostlegaycy replied to your post “gonna miss tonight’s ep live tonight…….. that’s fine i guess”
Bro!! happy birthday
thanks bro!!
datassitude replied to your post “ok someone needs to draw the might nein going through a haunted house...”
Would beau jump on yasha or is yasha secretly easily startled and would jump into her arms #rolereversal
i think beau would be the jumper but she’d also be one of those people to choose fight over flight and accidentally punch someone in reaction. as to who she accidentally punches, hired actor or not, it’s the poor person directly in her vicinity. i think yasha would be similar without the scare jumping, so like......good luck lol
counterpunches replied to your post “SHIT I'M SORRY FOR YELLING AT YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY LOVE YOU CHILD”
know what would be a great birthday present? Buffy.
ok but what if..........................after critical role and americans. my attention span can only stretch so far lol
