#michaela writes

The rumors are true—a new novella by me is coming! A pre-order link will follow, but in the meantime, here’s the deal:

I am not going to make rent this month, thanks to my and my son’s hospital bills this year and accumulated debts associated with that. I am also expecting to be fired within the week, because of a new manager who’s decided to get rid of me. Obviously my stress levels are off the charts, and I need to put out more books to help tide us over until I find something else. But Amazon pays on a 60 day delay, and I need to make rent now, by the 5th. 

To that end, anyone who donates any amount over $2.99 (the cost of this book when it goes live) to my GoFundMe will receive a digital copy of this novella from me in the next 48 hours, in the format of their choosing!*

I haven’t said much about personal stuff recently because I didn’t want to get attacked again, but I need help. I hate asking but I’m desperate. I would love a reblog if you’re willing. 

Things are going to be better this year. I am willing it so.

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: Thank you to @mndalorians for giving me this very soft idea and listening to my ramblings ❤️ This is pretty much just autumn softness and modern Din, I hope you all enjoy!

You didn’t know if it was because of the season, all the happy families around you, or just the feeling of being with him that made you want to stay in this moment forever. Din shoots you a shy smile when he noticed your gaze, pulling his scarf up higher to rest just under his nose. You knew Din wasn’t a fan of cold weather, as he had voiced his disappointment about the temperatures quickly dropping, but he’d do anything for his son.

It was Din’s idea to come out to the pumpkin patch, inviting you to come along when you were visiting one night. You would tell him yes a million times over if it meant you would be able to see the joy that filled his face again. He wanted Grogu to have the full autumn experience this year, which lead to him finding the small pumpkin patch a few towns over.

So here you are, watching Grogu climb and jump on hay bales, letting out yells of excitement while doing so. Din is in full dad mode, hands on his hips, making sure his kid didn’t get hurt. “He’s fine,” you chuckle, pulling his scarf back down so you can kiss his lips. He looks away from the group of kids that has now formed and giving you an I know look before readjusting the scarf once more. He tries to hide it, but you can see the tops of his cheeks darkening slightly from your kiss. A few curls stick out from underneath his beanie and you have the urge to tuck them back in, or maybe take it off entirely.

Hello, I do a bit of writing here and there. This post should hopefully direct you to wherever you wish to go :)

Most of my writing is 18+ so please read responsibly.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Prompt:  Making s’mores on a bonfire with character

Summary: both you and Bucky needed a break from your duties and go camping, making s’mores and cuddling under the stars

Warnings: fluff :)

Author’s Notes: took this fun prompt from @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ thank you! :)

“Look at the stars, Buck. Aren’t they beautiful?” Your eyes glistened under the twinkling stars, the fire in front of you lit up every feature he loved about you. The heat keeping you warm and saving you from death that would otherwise be a bitter cold night. 

“So beautiful.” Bucky whispered, not taking his eyes off you as the words fell so easily from his lips. 

Glancing his way, his eyes never left yours. A secret conversation with your eyes. The orange flames reflecting his usual baby blues. 

Bucky was the first to look away, not because he wanted to, but because an inhale of smoke from the fire burned his nostrils and when he looked, the s’mores were burnt. 

“Oh my god!” You panicked, letting go of the sticks. 

“Shit!” He cursed, blowing at the cremated marshmallow. Saving it was out of the question now. 

“Well, good we brought more!” Your laugh so contagious that Bucky can’t help himself but to join in, a small but deep chuckle leaving his lips. 

It was a long, long time since Bucky last made s’mores, this was like a whole new experience for him and he would of course be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it because he absolutely did. Anything and everything he did with you, he loved and cherished it like tomorrow wasn’t promised. He lived in the moment, taking photos with his mind. 

It was also his first time camping in a tent, a small tent to be exact. A small worry on the way to the forest if he would fit inside of it, you quickly eased his worries after your first night by snuggling up to him, using his body as a heater. 

You were so proud of him. Bucky has already achieved such great things, once a broken man in desperate need to turn his life around. In time, he did. He’s a good person and you make it a point to remind him of that every single day. 

“S’more like it.” He jokes. “Here you go, doll. Just be careful, it’ll be hot.” He chuckles again, handing you the sweet treat. Blinking your thoughts away, you accept it with a smile, quietly thanking him. 

“I love this.” Your voice above a whisper, gently blowing on the marshmallow to cool it down. “Just you and me. We should do this more often.” 

“It’s the best!” He chimed with a tight lipped smile. “We should eat these delicious treats and cuddle under the stars.” He suggests, removing his own s’more just before he burns it, again.

“I’d love that.” 

I got this idea literally as soon as I read your prompt, lol

4 - “where it hurts”

Magnus first met Julia in a tavern in the south end of Raven’s Roost.

He’d just recently arrived in town, and had, through means that were honestly a little foggy to him, set up an apprenticeship with the local woodworker in town named Steven Waxmen.  Magnus wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing apprenticing in such a field, as to his knowledge he’d never even attempted any type of woodcraft or carpentry work before, but he wasn’t exactly going to look a gift-horse in the mouth when he was new in town and not spectacularly rich in funds.  He was supposed to be meeting the daughter of said woodworker in this tavern to go over the details of his employment, but he hadn’t encountered her yet.  At the present moment he was simply sitting at the bar counter, nursing his ale, and watching the patrons of the tavern go about their business.

As he was just getting to the bottom of his glass he heard a ruckus in the left front corner grab his attention, and he looked over to see a small crowd gathered around a table, where two people were arm-wrestling.  From what he could see through the crowd the one person looked like your average copper-a-dozen bar tough guy, but the other person seemed to be a young woman who was plenty strong in her own right, and definitely holding her own in the fight.  After a few moments and some excited yelling from the onlookers she finally slammed the man’s fist down onto the table with enough force and ease to show that whatever resistance she seemed to have been fighting against earlier had simply been her toying with him.  The crowd applauded, some people whooping and clapping the woman on her back as she stood up from her seat at the table.

“All right then, anyone else in this bar think they can take me on?” she bellowed into the bar, placing her fists on her hips and grinning widely in a proud, victorious stance.

Magnus had never seen a woman more beautiful in his entire life.

“What happened?” Jack demanded.

The Doctor shoved past him without a word, an unconscious Rose cradled in his arms as he made for the infirmary.

Jack followed close behind. “Doc?”

“Move,” the Time Lord barked, the rage burning in his blue eyes at odds with the gentle way he laid her down on the bed.

Silently, Jack handed him the bio-scanner and watched as the Doctor attached a monitoring pod to her fingers before running the scanner over her prone form, eyes intently gauging each and every signal.

Finally, the Doctor was satisfied and lowered the scanner, moving to sit beside the bed.

Jack seized the opportunity. “Well?” he demanded. “Will she be alright?”

The Doctor stared stonily at Rose’s still form. “Looks like it.”

“What in hell happened?”

The Doctor turned his gaze to Jack and the former Time Agent shivered. “She was stunned. Electric current.”

“What? Why?” He demanded.  

“Escaped prisoner nicked a stunner from a copper. Fool had it turned it up to the red. Only reason it didn’t take full effect was his aim was sloppy and he didn’t get her right on.”

Jack stared. “Is he crazy? He’s lucky he didn’t kill her!”

“Believe me, if he didn’t know before, he does now.” The Doctor’s eyes blazed.

Jack shivered again. “What did you do to him?”

The Doctor turned to look at Rose. “Not as much as I wanted to.”

Jack knew then and there that the only thing that had stopped the Time Lord from exacting vengeance on the renegade was Rose, and what she’d say when she woke up.

If she woke up.

“She will,” the Doctor said without turning his head.

Jack shuddered. He hated it when the Doctor did that, even if he was projecting.

“Of course she will,” he said aloud. He personally refused to consider the alternative. Rose had to wake up.

She just had to.

“She will,” The Doctor said from his place beside the bed.

Man, but that was creepy.

“She’ll want some tea when she wakes up,” Jack said. “I’ll go and make you both some.”

The Doctor nodded, still looking at Rose, his fingers now entwined with hers.

Jack shuddered to think what would happen if Rose didn’t wake up.

“She will,” he told himself firmly as he marched to the kitchen.

She had to.

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Fifteen minutes later, armed with tea, biscuits and all the chocolate he could find (and he’d found a lot) Jack made his way back to the infirmary.

Hearing voices as he neared the infirmary, he froze. Tiptoeing forward, he peeked through the doorway- and smiled.

Rose, it seemed, was awake, and the Doctor was talking to her, low and intent. Jack couldn’t hear the what he was saying but it was obvious from the soft strokes of her face that the Doctor was comforting her.

And himself.

Rose was trying to speak, and seemed to be failing, her face scrunched in frustration. The Doctor stroked her cheek, speaking softly to her, obviously soothing her.

Jack watched them for a few moments before Rose finally managed to speak.

“Hello,” she croaked softly.

The Doctor beamed.

“Hello.”

Fin

Thanks for asking! Hope you like it. Also on A03.