#thewintersoldierdisaster

[pyotrkochetkov]

my brain just short circuited at the pic canesmin posted with svech and jarvy 😅🥵 FINGERS holy shitttt my jaw is literally on the ground 😵‍💫

all i have to say about this is……. 👉🏼👌🏼

[majicmarker]

👀🤡🥺

👀 tell me about an up and coming wip please!

mmmm i don’t have *too* much else on the docket rn, aside from wip updates and series one-shots, but the a/b/o fic is shaping up to be some major smutty fun — basically just an excuse for me to write eddie covertly climbing in through chrissy’s bedroom window and then things get, uh,,, frisky.

🤡 what’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

christ, what hasn’t? the feel-good stuff is my specialty and i’m not about to go digging through my backlog or we’ll be here all night and i do, regrettably, have some marketing bullshit due in to work in the morning, so off the top of my head…

just. the entirety of the sex shop au. the whole shebang, can’t even pick a favorite bit bc it’s a banger through-and-through.

the note-passing in the detention au, particularly when robin explains to eddie that squirting isn’t precisely what most ppl think it is. (from personal experience that tidbit is just. such a JOY to share with unsuspecting parties.)

when wayne gives eddie a box of condoms in the fake dating au and eddie promptly chucks it across the room in a state of panic. we love a nervous dramatic deeply besotted virgin.

🥺 is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

oh, gosh, for sure the feelings confessions — the one i did for she said to me, forget what you thought ENDS me. and i’m super looking forward to getting to those moments in the following:

the honey jar spell

wish he would get over you

baby, then you’re in luck

so buckle up for that shit.

(because, like. there’s something so inevitable about eddie and chrissy, and i think their respective self-esteems prevent them from seeing that right away, so when they do get to that point of Realization that “i need to tell them or i’m going to Lose My Mind,” it’s just such a gorgeous relief to see those feelings confessed and reciprocated.)

also, whenever i dive into eddie’s demisexuality — especially in the sugar daddy au, that one gets to me bc i’m able to approach it a bit differently than normal, so i’ve gotten to really examine how emotionally painful it is when you don’t understand what’s going on with yourself.

(i’ll be getting into it in the last chapter of the honey jar spell [linked above], too, which is a scene i’m super proud of bc this is a modern au so i can actually talk about it more in-depth, bc the characters live in a time where they would have a better understanding of it.)

[dropshotdraper]

wait i was reading your tags and you can read greek? are you greek?

bsvsjsjsjs no I’m just a bit nerdy and have a thing for learning new languages ahahaha and during my freshman year of college one of my roomies went through sorority recruitment and had to know the greek alphabet so I helped her study it and greek life at our university was pretty big so I became really familiar with greek letters but I by no means can actually read greek

[flagversion]

ooh would love to see a carcy fic - i’m so blocked on my own lol anyway!! prompt - “i don’t like him. if anything, i hate him.” “…. right.” 😊

“admit it!”

lucy pushed open the door to the lounge a little too hard, making it so that chuny had to stumble to catch it before it closed in her face. lucy looked anxiously over her shoulder as she absently searched the fridge.

“keep it down,” she said through her teeth. “and i admit nothing.”

chuny shook her head; the blush on lucy’s cheeks did little to assuage the accusations against her, meaning chuny had no intention of letting this go. she avoided lucy’s glare over a lukewarm cup of coffee. they settled next to each other at the table. lucy twisted open a bottle of orange juice, drinking without tasting it. her focus was elsewhere.

“i’m just sayin’,” chuny chirped, “that it’s okay to have a crush, lucy.”

she threw up her hands. “but i don’t! honestly, you and everyone else are just… looking for something that’s not there.”

chuny raised a brow at her, unconvinced. it was true that she and most everyone else in the ER had picked up on something between carter and lucy, with varying degrees of conviction. chuny most of all championed for the two of them to get it over with and jump each other’s bones and had no qualms confronting lucy about it. the other girl, though, was loathe to discuss it– her feelings were just that, hers. however unrequited they might be.

anywayyy.

chuny nudged her friend’s shoulder.

“give it up. he’s cute, you know? it’s only natural that you like him.”

“i don’t like him,” lucy insisted, jaw clenched. “if anything, i hate him.”

“…right.”

lucy shook her head, now staring at her juice. “i’m sure that… well, he barely tolerates me, and all we do is bicker anyway. that’s all, okay?”

something told chuny that lucy wasn’t quite lying this time, and her dejected tone convinced her to back off better than any of her protesting earlier.

“okay,” she relented gently, “whatever you say, lucy.”

lucy didn’t say anything this time.

the entrance swung open once again, this time dwarfed by john carter’s tall tailored figure.

“hey, chuny,” he nodded. his eyes brightened a little upon landing on the medical student.

“oh, luce, i was looking for you. you left this last night.”

from his pocket he withdrew a pair of soft gloves, small enough for one lucy knight’s hand. she hadn’t even thought to grab them after reviewing with carter late into the evening before– she was too focused on getting herself out of there before she got too comfortable and did something stupid.

she expected him to place them in front of her, but he held them out and waited for her to take them. she did so hesitantly. at that, he lightly bumped her forehead, brow furrowed.

“maybe you should get into caffeine, luce. you look tired.”

“tired? uh, maybe,” she relented, smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“just eat something for me before you get back out there.”

“alright.”

and then he was out the door again, back into the organized chaos that was county’s emergency room. then lucy and chuny were alone again and lucy thought she was going to explode.

“im going to the bathroom,” she lied, desperately hoping to avoid what was either a look of pity or a teasing one.

instead of finishing her break in the bathroom, she stepped outside for just a few minutes. she put on her gloves and flexed her fingers in the cold. a light snow began to dust her lashes, and that’s what she convinced herself was dampening her cheeks.

[indestinatus]

wait WHAT??? the show is going there with ellick? omg holy shittttt didn’t think they had the balls to pull the trigger 😂😂

exactly??? I don't know ncis anymore

[dracosollicitus]

what are your perfect writing conditions? weirdly enough, i'm incredibly prolific when i'm under a deadline at work and i'm typing like a lunatic on my phone lol

Ohhh I sit in my bed with my cat and generally if I have a pillow on my lap and my laptop on that pillow and a 250 word key smash of what I want that chapter to look like (a summary sort of not outline outline) and it’s between 6 and 9 pm, I can usually crank out 3-5000 words (a chapter or something) in two hours ish?

Sometimes it takes more time to hit a chapter length if my adhd is acting wild and sometimes it takes less time to hit a chapter length if my adhd is acting wild.

[etraytin]

i just love your west wing headcanons!! do you have any for josh and donna as parents?

Josh and Donna as parents, huh? I have lots of different headcanons, some of which are directly contradictory to one another. Thank god for AUs, right? :D 

Okay, so Josh and Donna get married sometime around the end of the second year of the administration, after midterms of course. They managed to overcome their own worser natures long enough to have several really good talks about expectations and life plans before getting married, so they’re pretty much on the same page kidwise. They want some, but they are both too busy to pay a lot of attention to the getting of them, something that might be necessary now that Donna is in her late thirties and Josh has had his medical issues. They decide to leave it up to fate until after reelection, and if nothing has happened by then, maybe they will visit some doctors. Donna gets pregnant the month after she stops taking birth control. Josh blames hyperfertile Scandihoovian genes from Wisconsin. 

They play the pregnancy very close to the vest, partially because they both cling to what scraps of a private life are possible in the DC fishbowl, partially because Donna is just a little superstitious about telling anyone before the crucial first twelve weeks are over. Donna winds up telling Helen, Annabeth and Otto because they are starting to wonder why she’s throwing up all the time. Josh tells CJ because he feels it is important, for some obscure reason, that she know that they might possibly have conceived a baby on CJ’s old desk in what is now Josh’s office. CJ does not appreciate this knowledge, but she’s very happy for them anyway. Everyone else finds out in dribs and drabs after the three month mark is passed, though Margaret maintains she’s known it all along because Donna’s aura changed so decisively. 

Donna researches pregnancy meticulously, choosing a birthing method and studying it carefully, dragging Josh along to classes and writing multiple drafts of her birth plan to account for every possible contingency. She finds a midwife who does not laugh at her and instead spends several hours going through the plan to figure out all the things Donna is worried about and what they might do about those things. Her main concern is that Josh isn’t going to make it there on time, so the midwife recommends a backup coach, just in case. Otto is honored to be chosen, though he does have to endure a grueling interview with Josh before being cleared for the position. In the end, in what is probably the last truly obliging act of his childhood, the baby arrives within two days of his due date, during the early morning hours when Josh is home, and everything goes almost according to plan. Donna is smug. They name the baby Garrett Noah, for Josh’s actual father and the man who stood in loco parentis for him at the White House. 

Donna takes eight weeks of maternity leave and really enjoys it, but coming back to work is hard. She needs to come back because Annabeth is nearly ready to go on maternity leave herself unless she explodes first, but the idea of leaving Garrett with a nanny is almost impossible to bear. Josh takes what would’ve been an almost unfathomable step a few years ago and takes three weeks of family leave himself just to put it off that much longer. Right around that time, Helen Santos comes up pregnant as well, and the three ladies of the East Wing decide that the only thing to do is start a creche so they aren’t all simultaneously pregnant, pining, or losing their minds trying to multitask. It works out surprisingly well, and both Donna’s babies spend their first few years in the White House when they aren’t at home. 

Their second child, a girl this time, comes very close on the heels of the first. After Evelyn is born, Donna stops relying on breastfeeding as a birth control method, because she absolutely cannot cope with any more babies right now. The Santos administration is more relaxed than the Bartlet administration in terms of making sure people are allowed to spend time at home and have lives outside the White House, which helps a lot, as does the fact that Josh turns out to be a much more involved parent than anybody would’ve guessed. He has insomnia many nights anyway, so he’s good about taking nighttime changing-and-singing shifts, and he develops the habit of taking the kids out for breakfast every Sunday morning so Mom can sleep in. 

It’s still hard while they’re in the White House, there’s just no getting around it. Things happen, there are late nights and missed appointments and suppers that get cold, but they both knew that was coming. They never do hire a nanny, but they have several babysitters on call who can do all-nighters if necessary. During one particularly fraught week in the second term, Josh doesn’t get home for more than three hours for a solid week, and it’s always when the kids are asleep. The good thing about term limits, though, is that Garret is only five and Evie four when they leave the White House. There’s plenty of time to make it up to them. 

[onebatch2batch]

omg i will trade you ares/aphroditie au for the ballerina/boxer one im writing!! :)

Omg!!! Yes please!!!! I will tag you if you tag me 😍😍😍