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Hello friends! I am friendscall-me-mom!

I know most of, if not all of you won't care! Quite frankly I'm okay with that to be honest.

However, thanks to @pedrosasscal for all the support given. I decided to make this post!

To start I used to write all the time. I really want to start writing again. I hadn't cared if it was soley for me or for someone else. To be honest I really miss writing! I am wanting to start again. granted it is a bit scary after seeing so many amazing people writing absolutely incredible things!

However, I will pull my boot straps up and post some things that I would love nothing more than to share with all of you.

Also I am someone who wants everyone to feel included. It would devastate me if someone didn't feel included. I will be honest I am not very good at alot of things, I will try my damnedest though.

( I'm apparently good at acting like a mom.)

I have so many ideas I feel the need to share!

If by chance you do see this. I do write for a lot of fandoms. If I do not know a character or show I will research the hell out of a character, show, movie, etc.

However, I will try to write various versions of fics. And by that I mean that I'll write a female reader, male reader, and gender neutral reader. I know it will be difficult but I am willing to try. I don't want one story that came from my own cranium to be set to one type of reader.

Granted I will try to mostly lean more towards gender neutral.

If you are interested, I am very happy that you are! If not, that's okay you do your thing honey! I will still support you in anyway I can!

Please let me know if you would like to see what I have to offer! I would be more than happy to share!

Thank you for reading! If you got this far that is!

Edit: I added more tags!

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Miller's Book Nook

Rating: G. Lots of shy fluff. Pairing: Bookstore Owner Joel Miller x Reader Word Count: 600 Summary: You've been infatuated with the handsome owner of Miller's Book Nook and it might just seem that he likes you too. Warnings: Tooth aching fluff, Joel's POV at the beginning.

A/N: I wrote a little something for Secret Springs. @secretelephanttattoo spun the wheel and I got Joel Miller and bookstore, AKA the coziest of cozy dreams. Thank you @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Masterlist

The door jingles alerting him to a customer. Christ, it’s almost time to close. Really? His internal anger dissipates once he looks up. He hides a smile, it’s you, his secret favorite customer, his heart springs to life when you shyly smile towards him. 

He clears his throat, removing his reading glasses and tucking his novel to the side. “Evening, looking for anything in particular?” 

“Oh, hi, no, just browsing, thanks.” 

“Just let me know if you need any help.”

Your head bobbles a nervous nod before turning down the new release aisle.

It’s always the same interaction. Same question, same answer, same response, so why does it always mean so much to him? 

—

You’re running out of shelf space, most of your extra income sits in the cash register of Miller’s Book Nook. You can’t keep away from the cozy brick building with its creaky hardwood floors and cinnamon scented air… not to mention the handsome owner.

Joel.

He’s always here. Quiet, intimidating, a man of few words. If you weren’t such a voracious reader, you’d still be trying to find excuses to stop in just to look at him. 

The text on the back of the book swirls in your head as you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps approach you.

“Heard that’s a good book, it’s next on my list,” his timorous voice is deep, sending a wash of calm across your body.

“I’ve been meaning to get it, guess today’s the day,” you glance up towards him. He wears a slight smirk, his eyes crinkling with warmth. 

“Guess it is. I’ll take it up to the front for you so you can keep looking.” 

“Thanks.”

He grabs the book and walks away, his wide shoulders taking up most of the aisle. A long exhale you’ve been holding deflates your lungs before you move to the next section.

—

A glance at your watch shows it’s fifteen minutes past closing time. Whoops. 

Timid steps bring you to the checkout counter where Joel looms behind, greeting you with a warm smile.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see the time.”

“Not a problem at all, got nothing else going on,” his pleasant and deep voice sends a shiver up your spine.

Your head angles down, searching for your wallet in your bag. 

“On the house.” 

Your head darts up, eyes wide with surprise. “Oh, I can’t do that, Joel.”

This is the first time you’ve ever said his name out loud, you’ve never been formally introduced. 

“I’ll have none of that, please,” he urges the book into your hand. “You’re my favorite customer.” 

His voice softens with the last sentence, a wave of goosebumps prickle across your skin while your head swims with the implication of his words. 

“Thanks Joel.”

One last smile is sent your way before you clutch the book to your chest and leave.

—

You’ve been looking forward to this moment all day. Comfy couch, warm lamplight glowing, a lit cinnamon candle that smells like Miller’s Book Nook, your favorite fluffy plaid blanket covering you, and soft music playing. You nestle yourself amongst all of the coziness and open your new book. A small note card drops out. Neat, angular handwriting is written across it. 

Enjoy. I’m going to start reading it tonight. Please feel free to text me and we can talk about it.-Joel 

Your finger runs across the imprint of his phone number, a huge grin breaking across your face as you reach for your phone. 

This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

Legacy - Part 1

Pairing: Carter! reader x ?????

Summary: Everyone know Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who cold have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follow y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.

Warnings: None

A/N: I want to thank @agentmarvel13 without her this story would never be here. She helped bring my ideas to life and the main character is inspired from her story Another Carter. For the benefit of this story Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa ended up together and they had one son together.

1989 Age 5

“Grandma isn’t it supposed to rain today?” You tug on your grandmothers’ hand as she guides you closer the playground. When she looks to you, you point up to the grey sky, the dark clouds steadily moving.

“Well you know what that means?”  She smiles widely at you “we get to play in the rain silly!”

“AND THE MUD!?” You squeal in excitement, she hesitates before giving in “I don’t see why not, just no eating it again.” She teases 

 You giggle as you skip beside her, smile growing as the large playground and other children comes into view. One group especially catches your eye, an older boy picking on a girl. 

Her pleas reach your ears and you can see her struggling to shove him away as he yanks her pig tails. she releases a pained shriek; before your grandmother could even try to stop

you, you’re storming over to the scene.

You step in front of the boy, huffing out at him “leave her alone!” 

 “Oh yeah” he laughs “what’re you gonna do about it?” He shoves your shoulder, you stumble back, the other girl barely catching you. 

  You smile at the boy before launching at him, your tiny fist cracking against his nose. The sound of his cry echoes through the park, his own hands cupping his nose as he yelps 

He races to his mother, her face contorting from worried to angry in seconds as he continues sobbing 

“thank you.” 

You turn to the girl, her eyes wide with a tiny grin “are you okay?”

“Yeah! You saved me!”

“He’s a bully, and I don’t like bullies – “she pulls you into a hug,

“I’m Darcy Dugan.”  She introduces herself 

“I’m y/n Carter.”

“y/n! Darling can you come here for a moment.”

“uh oh, you’re gonna get in trouble - “Darcy’s tone is full of fear for you 

You grab her hand “will you come with me?” You whisper, when she agrees you both run over to her. Beside her is the bully, and his snotty looking mother 

“dear, did you punch this young man?” Your grandma questions you 

“yes, I did.” You proudly admit, your head is held high 

She sighs “y/n- “

“he’s a bully gram! He pulled Darcy’s hair!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Children! - “your grandmother stops before you two can continue “both of you should apologize - “

“excuse me? - “his mother steps in “she hit him- “

“and apparently your son was causing havoc. Two apologies are required here ma’am.” 

“My son will not apologize.”

“Then neither will my granddaughter. Bullies do not deserve apologies – “she turns to you “come on ladies, I believe I just felt a rain drop and we can’t enjoy it stuck under this tree with such dull company.” 

 She takes your hand, along with Darcy’s before leading you into the drizzle. 

“don’t think you’re out of the woods yet missy- “she kneels down to the both of you

“but grandma Peggy! Captain America beat up bullies all the time, and so did grandpa Sousa!” 

“My grandpa tells me stories about Captain America all the time!” Darcy excitedly pitches in “he said- he said they were friends! “

 Peggy’s eyes widen before she can speak, another cut in

“well look at that, never thought I’d see you at a playground Peggy.” At the gruff voice your grandmother smiled, turning to the man. 

“Grandpa!” Darcy runs into his arms, hugging him as he lifts her

“fancy seeing you here dum dum.” She greets him 

“this is my new friend y/n! She saved me from the bully.” Darcy tells him, he turns to you 

“well thank you little lady!” He looks to Peggy “the apple doesn’t far from the tree does it Carter?” 

 Peggy chuckles, smiling down at you as you giggle 

“now what’s this I hear about Steve Rogers?” He asks

“my lovely granddaughter seems to think that just because Captain America beat up bullies, means she can do the same.”

His laughter is full bellied, Peggy glares at him playfully “even after all these years, he’s still finding a way to drive me mad.” She mumbles, earning another laugh 

“Grandma Peggy, can we play in the rain now.” You ask 

She nods, watching as Darcy is set on her feet next to you. You grab her hand, tugging her through the rain, giggling as you two begin your adventure 

“your grandpa is my grandmas’ friend!” You cheer 

“can we be friends until we’re that old ? “Darcy asks 

 “Yes! and we can fight away the bullies together!”

“No more fighting!”  Peggy calls out as she over hears your happy shouts. Both of you loudly whine at the restriction

“good god - do they remind you of anyone?” Dugan asks her as they watch their two girls giggling in the rain as they begin play fighting against an imaginary enemy,” I don’t know if the world is ready for another Rogers and Barnes duo. Hell I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet .”

 Peggy grins as she watches you tumble alongside Darcy, her heartwarming at how the similarities between you Steven Rogers as you shield your friend from the pretend monster “It doesn’t seem like we have much of a choice.”

 They watch you lift a discarded frisbee, holding it as a shield in front of you & Darcy, Dugan’s laughter fills the park as he bends over slapping his knee at Peggy’s scrunched expression 

“good grief.” She mutters as she pinched the bridge of her nose 

“looks like you’re never escaping the power of that shield Peg.”

 She sighs “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

first person fic: I-

me: I did nothing. you are not me. fuck you.

second person fic: 

YOU

me: oh shit maybe i did do that