#excerpts from a fic i'll never finish

[halothenthehorns]

The cell was dimly lit, the only source of light coming in from the dying sun like a spotlight in the center of the small space, keeping him in shadows as he leaned against the silver bars without concern of his flesh bubbling where it met.

“I’ll kill you for this,” Remus’s voice rasped as he remained hunched over the figure in his arms. His limbs trembled as he held the body close, his hands covered in blood.

“No, you won’t,” a deep voice crooned as if to a child. A hand reached through the bars, hairy, nails filed to a point, dried blood so thoroughly coated into the skin it distinguished no coloring of its own. The backs of those fingers stroked Remus’s cheek, smearing a tinge of fresh red on Remus’s lips. He retched but did not pull away. “You’ll thank me soon enough.”

The stranger pulled back as Remus sobbed and held Sirius closer, hands staunchly pressed to the bite mark.

#wolfstar #au #yet another excerpt from a fic I'll probably never finish #but I'm obsessed anyways #fenrir greyback #A Marauder's World

[itsscottiesstark]

Excerpt from the fic I'll never write but my brain can't stop nagging me about:

It's the first few eps of season 3. Crowley and Aziraphale are definitely not on speaking terms. Forced to work together, there's only the occasional information sharing, or a mumbled comment here and there.

All that, until they start talking. And there's things to be said.

"I do remember begging you to come with me," Aziraphale stated, matter-of-factly.

"What you did was try and change me." Crowley spoke with so much venom in his voice, but it was only the first time in those 6000 years they'd spent together that venom was actually directed towards Aziraphale.

"I did not-"

"I don't need fixing, Aziraphale. I'm not some stray dog. I'm fine being the way I am and if you can't accept it-"

"I never-"

"Don't. Don't you dare deny it, I saw the way your whole face lit up when you thought I would be an angel again." Crowley was glad he didn't let his guard down enough to feel comfortable, so his glasses were still resting on his nose, guarding the last few shreds of sanity he had.

"Yes, but-"

"All those years, I thought you accepted me. I mean, not from the start, but at some point I really thought you had stopped seeing me as a demon and you only saw me as a- friend."

"I did," Aziraphale finally responded. He looked right into Crowley's eyes, as if the glasses weren't even there. He'd had a lot of practice.

"Well, forgive me if I don't believe you," Crowley mocked. Yes, that one stung.

"You would if you just let me finish." Crowley stared at him, raising his eyebrows slightly, indicating he was willing to listen. "Thank you. I didn't want you to change. I lo-" Aziraphale quickly bit back his words, deciding on the last minute to go another way about it. "I like you just the way you are. I prefer you just the way you are. The way you choose to be. All I wanted was for you- for us to be safe. And I would give everything to see you be as happy as you were when you were creating your nebula."

Crowley let a few seconds pass by before he finally spoke up again.

"I've been happier."

"When?"

"When I was with you."

#should i write this? #good omens #good omens fanfiction #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #good omens season 2 #good omens season 3 #david tennant #michael sheen

[sytoran]

HEYY SYT!!! i hope you're having a good day. i don't mean to be a bother, and don't mean to rush you at all. it's just a request (feel free to ignore)

could you write player!r x cheerleader!nat next? (I see that it's postponed as are a few more fics and you're currently writing the sugarmommy!r fic, but maybe after that?)

thankyou so much for your time and what you do for h0rny readers 💀 drink water bro!

here's a little excerpt from what i've written of 'arsonist's lullabye', which is the title of the cheerleader nat fic, to hopefully satiate your hunger temporarily:

Don’t fall for the player. This was a warning, circulating within the hallways of Avengers Institution, whispered under hushed breaths.  Students in this renowned college came from all walks of life — from children of billionaires to self-made achievers, from prodigal minds to brilliant brains. One thing stood for certain, though, and that was the infamous Y/N L/N. It was a rumour, tried and true, that every single girl —  regardless of sexuality, physical appearance, social status — would eventually fall under the spell of the school’s “player”. Try as they might, they helplessly fell victim to the player’s effortless charisma and unstoppable magnetism. The chase never lasted long. Once you had your eyes set on someone, there was no escaping the undeniable fact that the following morning, that girl would wake up in bed next to you. Problem was, you had this rule, written in stone: Never sleep with a girl more than once. Hence came the cruel and vicious cycle, of girls falling under your spell within seconds, only to have their heart broken within the next twenty-four hours. Sometimes even less. Boys looked on in jealousy, girls looked on in intrigue. (Or maybe jealousy, too.) The wiser ones kept a distance, but either way one fact stood true, the moment one stepped into Avengers Institution. Don’t fall for the player. Little did you know, you’d soon meet your match. A thorn in your plans, an unwanted distraction, your ultimate downfall.  All due to an equally irresistible girl by the name of Natasha Romanoff.

unfortunately i won't be able to finish this fic quite so soon, because i am going on a camping trip for about a week or so. until then, i guess i'll keep you waiting on your toes (thank you for your patience)

#sytoran speaks #wip update #arsonist's lullabye

[eyesthatroll]

wip catalogue ! ft. qh43, lh43, jh86, nm29, tz11, jc37, dm91

author's note; hey everyone, mari here, just wanted to say thank you for 1k followers!!!!!!!!1 that's crazy, and you guys are so so amazing and cool and swag. i thought about doing a celly, (fun fact, i've never done one of those!) but i've decided to save that for next time and attempt to do a draft clean out.

i have 117 drafts, really just pages upon pages of unfinished work that i'd like to get out at some point. so, if you enjoy my writing, under the cut will be excerpts from fics/oneshots/series' that i haven't finished. if any of them of them peak your interest, please let me know by either leaving a comment, or something in my inbox. i'll try and work on the ones that have the most interest first, and then finish the others. if this doesn't make sense, or you have any questions, you can let me know in the same fashion.

dad!jt compher x fem!reader

Eamon huffs out of frustration. “She’ll already marry Sammy B. by then.”

Laughter escapes JT’s lips, “and who is Sammy B.?”

He huffs again. “He has black hair, and he sits by her in reading. Why can’t I have hair like mommy?”

“I got my hair color from my dad, your papa, just like you got yours from daddy.” You explain.

“Well, I don’t want daddy’s stupid h-hair.” Eamon’s voice waivers, and the tears that he was holding in begin to free fall. He turns into your side, clutching your shirt.

This idea randomly came to me. Eamon would probably be in either first or second grade, and has a little crush like all kids have. Said crush doesn't like his hair color, and tells him that flat out because kids are menaces and very blunt. OR. Was floating around the idea of the same concept, but perhaps a teenage girl? tween girl, maybe middle school age, and the boy she likes only likes blondes, so she asks to dye her hair blonde? But obviously that conversation would be waaaay more mature. I don't know. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.

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jack hughes x fem!reader (best friends brother/kinda enemies to lovers)

"You can put your drink on my tab." A voice says, coming up from behind you, a hand on the small of your back as he takes a seat at the barstool to your right. You smile to yourself, shaking your head before turning to him.

You quirk a brow at him, "I did that already."

He rolls his eyes at your answer, taking a sip of his own drink, some beer you'd never heard of until earlier tonight. You'd taken a sip of Luke's earlier, and about gagged at the taste. "Of course you did."

You shrug your shoulders, no shame in your game. You were at a bar with about a dozen NHL players, you'd be damned if you had to buy your own drinks. "I already told Lukey I'm not paying for anything this weekend."

The request: Hiii can I request something where reader and luke know each other from college and they’re at a party or bar and jack is visiting luke so they see each other and jack is interested in reader but she’s playing hard to get 🤭

I changed the request a bit, so it's set in this season when Luke is already with the Devils, and reader visits during that 5 game homestead. This would probably be a long one shot, and I like the idea of combining these tropes:

forbidden

best friends brother

enemies to lovers (but not insanely enemies)

(more below, but a different part than above)

He scoffs, his hand pushing into your shoulder, playfully of course. "I love this relationship that we have."

You quirk a brow, bringing your glass to your lips, finishing off the rest of your white russian. "And what relationship is that?"

"The one where you pretend you're not in love with your best friends older brother."

"I always did like Quinn." You respond, an innocent smile on your lips.

"No-"

You cut him off. "Plus, he has that whole Captain thing going on. Very sexy."

"He has a girlfriend!" He exclaims.

You shrug your shoulders, leaning in closer to face him. "That's too bad."

You're obviously joking, but Jack doesn't seem to catch on. "And, you're too young for him."

You shoot him a questioning look. "But not for you, huh?"

He slides his barstool closer to yours, the fabric of his jeans making contact with the bare skin of your knee. "Are you still dating that college fuck, what was his name.. Alan?"

Your tongue rolls over your bottom lip. "Aiden."

He nods, feigning a look of realization, while you both know that he knew his name. "Right, Aiden." He confirms. "The guy who leaves you on the side of the road at 3am."

You scoff, shaking your head. "That was one time."

Your eyes shoot to his palm, that has found a place on your thigh, his warm hand against your cold skin sending a chill throughout your body.

"I could never leave a pretty girl like you on the side of the road." He continues.

Probably going to have a lot of bickering throughout the fic, reader will be hardheaded and uncompromising on fucking up her friendship with Luke. I haven't fleshed out the personalities I want them to have yet so this is in a very rough stage. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.

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nathan mackinnon x fem!reader (5 year age gap)

“Today’s my 23rd birthday.” You say, before taking a sip of your drink, your attention to the right, where a man as struck up a conversation with you at the bar.

He takes a swig of his beer, his eyes roaming your body before they finally meet your gaze again. He looks conflicted, his brows tensed as if battling an internal war.

You weren’t stupid. You graduated college top of your class—with honors, and even if you hadn’t, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that you were speaking to an older man.

The only man, to even catch a sliver of your entire, in the entire bar. You’d caught eyes with him from across the room, back when you were pushed in a booth with your friends. He looked away immediately, but you could feel his eyes on you every now and again, before you finally excused yourself from the table and went up to the bar. You wore a black slip dress, your hair cascading down your back with silver glitter hair tinsel placed throughout. You didn't bother turning to see if he would follow you, you don't chase, you attract. If he sat in the chair next to you, then he was buying you a drink. And if he didn't, then you'd move on to the next.

“Happy Birthday.” He finally said.

"What happened to your nose?" You were over the birthday formalities-having received them all night. You had questions for the man sitting next to you, starting with his bruised nose, a prominent and formidable feature dominating his face that you couldn't take your eyes off of. With him looking straight at you, you could see that it curved slightly to your right. Nothing stopped the thoughts of feeling it against your skin.

"My nose?" He questions. There's surprise in his tone of voice, like he forgot about the bruise on his nose, or surprised that you'd asked about it.

"Quite the shiner you got there." You comment again, bringing your glass to your lips again, this time finishing off the rest.

"Uh-" he pauses. There it is again with those tensed eyebrows, you wished you could gauge what he was thinking about. "Work incident."

"Damn, where do you work?" You let out a chuckle. You hadn't meant to be blunt, but you couldn't imagine what line of work would create a bruise like that.

He finishes his beer, setting it back on the counter with a light thud. "I work in..sports."

"What are you like a gym teacher?"

He laughs, for the first time since he's sat down next to you. You could tell that he had a nice smile. "Something like that."

Another fic starting in a bar. Don't know how this started, but very self indulgent as I am 22 and suffer from nate mac brainrot daily ! I have no idea for plot at all, literally nothing. I'd probably want to include smut of some sort, that seems very much where the vibe is heading, but I am absolutely terrible at writing it, so I'll have to do some research and practice writing that (if you have any tips-please let me know!!)

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quinn hughes x fem!reader (debating on making this an oc)

Quinn and Reader (debating on making reader an OC!) are getting married in a week, and reader is still struggling to write her vows. Will probably be a long fic and include the wedding. A bit angsty, but a lot of fluff to make up for it. I'd probably give reader/oc emotionally distant parents?? Or maybe her parents are divorced? Not sure. It'll mid offseason, so we'll probably see a lot of familiar faces (j. norris, b. tkachuk, etc.)

Your frustration mounted as you released an exasperated sigh, the eraser of your pencil frantically working overtime to correct yet another line that failed to capture the right essence. You flicked away the eraser remnants with a swift motion of your palm, straightening out your legs and allowing the spiral notebook to settle in your lap. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, you closed your eyes, simultaneously opening and closing your hand in an attempt to alleviate the cramping in your fingers. A burgeoning headache threatened to take hold, and you could feel a slight discomfort in your eyes after hours of writing without the aid of your glasses.

A week, you were getting married in a week, and you still hadn't finished writing your vows. Admittedly, you had procrastinated until the last minute, but you hadn't anticipated the challenge to be this daunting. Your love for Quinn surpassed anything you had ever experienced, so why was expressing it in words proving to be such a formidable task? Frustration morphed into annoyance, and you carelessly tossed the notebook onto the modest coffee table before rising from the couch and heading towards the bathroom.

You were grateful that no one was home at the moment. Everyone had gone out for lunch, and you chose to remain behind, citing a lack of sleep the previous night as the reason for your decision to take a nap. While that wasn't entirely false – your night had indeed been restless – your true intention wasn't to catch up on sleep while the others were away. Quinn, being the caring soul he was, insisted on staying with you, but you resisted his efforts and practically ushered him out the door. That was about an hour ago, and you were keenly aware that their return was imminent.

Delving into the medicine cabinet, your fingers located the bottle of aspirin. You poured two into your palm, easily popping them into your mouth and washing them down with water from the sink. Gazing into the mirror, you couldn't help but cringe at your reflection. The extent of your fatigue hit you with full force – the bags under your eyes were darker than you had ever seen them.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

This would probably just be a fluffy, short, domestic blurb, don't really have any other plot ideas for this.

Arriving home from work, all you wanted to do was take a shower and collapse into your bed. Tonight was an exception, with your shift extending later than usual, around 10:30, instead of your customary 9. Combine that with your regular hour-long commute, and it's almost midnight by the time you finally get home. Silently navigating through the dark and quiet house, it appears that your boyfriend is already asleep. However, as you step into your shared bedroom, you find him slumped against the headboard, eyes fixed on his iPad, headphones in.

The soft glow from the screen casts a muted ambiance in the room, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside. Your initial fatigue gives way to a subtle pang of guilt, realizing he stayed up to wait for you, something he quite often did when he was home, even though you insisted he not.

He doesn't notice you, until you've crossed over to your dresser to grab your nightclothes before your shower, slightly jumping before dropping his iPad and taking out his headphones. "Hey, you're finally home." He comments, climbing out of his previous spot on the bed to sit at the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.

You yawn, turning around to face him. "Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?" You question. He pats his thighs, gesturing for you step over to him.

Leaving your clothes to rest on the dresser, you walk over to him. Quinn widens his legs so you can step in between them. Wordlessly, his fingers trail up your waist, to your chest, beginning to undo the buttons of your white lab coat. He slides the fabric off your shoulders, leaving only the black satin blouse you'd been wearing underneath.

He pulls gently at your collar, drawing your lips to his softly. His hands drop to your waist, gripping at your sides to guide you on top of him until you're straddling him.

"Are you okay, Quinn?" you ask, breaking apart from the kiss, just enough for your foreheads to remain pressed against each other.

"Just missed you." he mumbles, pulling you into a hug, his head finding a comfortable spot in the crook of your neck.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Toxicity, angst, angry sex, maybe second chance love, idk.

"Where have you been?" Jack's inquiry slices through the air, surprising you as you step quietly through the front door. Your boyfriend, still awake and perched on the couch, rises to his feet the moment the door closes, arms crossed at his chest, a sour expression gracing his features. Your brows furrow in confusion as you lift one foot behind you, placing your hand on the wall for balance while attempting to undo your heel.

"What?" His question catches you off guard, especially because you had left him multiple messages earlier, clearly communicating your plans for the night—messages that went unanswered, leaving you on read once again. He sighs, a mix of frustration and concern, and crosses over to you, bending down. Without a word, he grabs your knee, gently pulling your heel-clad foot to rest on your knee, his hands deftly moving to undo the straps. He repeats the same with the other foot, before releasing you of his hold.

"I don't like you being out this late," he says, the firmness in his voice evident as he pushes himself up from his feet. Suddenly, he's towering over you, and you angle your neck to look up at him, annoyance etching your face.

"Sorry, Dad, didn't realize I had a curfew," you slur with a wry smile, a hint of laughter punctuating the absurdity of his concern. With a last dismissive glance, you shake your head and push past him, your shoulder bumping into his side as you ascend the stairs to the bedroom.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

Quinn shows the reader that she can enjoy her birthday when the two of them spend it together for the first time. Would be super fluffy, reader will be written to have two dads, though I might make it an OC instead.

Quinn's persistent nuzzling against your shoulder blade disrupts your peaceful slumber. With a groan, you bury your head deeper into the pillow, yearning to cling to a few more precious moments of sleep before the demands of the day pull you from its embrace. Gradually, he initiates a series of tender kisses, commencing at your collarbone and concluding at that delightful spot just beneath your neck. "Happy Birthday, Angel," Quinn murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

Gently parting your eyelids, you shift on your other side to meet his gaze. His eyes are already fixed on you, brimming with adoration, as his teeth graze at his bottom lip. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow that accentuates just how gorgeous he truly is. Even in the early hours, with disheveled hair and faint remnants of drool, he remains undeniably handsome in every retrospect.

"Thank you," you express your gratitude softly, a subtle shyness tinting your voice.

Birthdays, even as a child, never held much appeal for you. The discomfort of being the focal point, the recipient of attention, has remained a constant, and birthdays, with their inevitable spotlight, are something you've always actively avoided. Yet, here you are, facing a birthday that feels different, primarily because Quinn is here to share it with you. This marks the first birthday you're spending with him in the span of your three year relationship, and it's a welcomed departure from the usual routine. It's a rarity, considering his demanding schedule that seldom grants him time off, but you know it's because he'll be leaving for a four game road-trip on Monday.

Reaching over, his hand envelops yours, fingers applying deliberate pressure that prompts a satisfying crack from your knuckles. It's a peculiar habit he picked up from you, a subtle exchange of quirks that began when you surprised him with it initially. "I have a special day planned for you," he announces, punctuating his words with a tender kiss pressed into the center of your palm.

"You know I don't want a fuss, Quinn," you mumble, weariness etched across your features.

He senses your reluctance and responds swiftly, his touch gentle as he brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Not too much," he reassures, his words soothing against your worries. "Just want to celebrate you, Angel, on your day." Drawing nearer, he shifts, propping himself up on his right arm as he hovers over you. "Will you let me?" He wets his bottom lip, anticipation palpable as he awaits your response.

A small, close-lipped smile graces your lips as you reach up, your fingers delicately tracing over the overgrown scruff that lines his face. "Of course I will." A wide grin spreads across his face in response to your words, and he leans in, morning breath be damned, as your lips meet in a soft, synchronized dance.

He breaks apart, planting a kiss on your nose, before carefully stepping over you to get out of bed. "You get ready, I'll make breakfast."

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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luke hughes x fem!reader (but not really)

This is part two to Nobody's Love. I finished it, but I absolutely hate it, and will basically be starting over from square one. Below is where we would've left off, but when I finish this properly, it won't start with this dialogue, it will probably open within a flashback, and this part will be later in the story (if that makes sense).

"What's going on here?" Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice, and you immediately break away from Jack, moving with an urgency as if you'd been caught doing something forbidden. Frantically, your hands move to wipe away the lingering traces of tears that you'd shed just moments ago. But your efforts to disguise your emotions prove futile as Luke's keen eyes detect the remnants of your sorrow, and his face contorts into a mix of confusion and well-intended concern.

"Why is she crying? What did you do to her?" Luke's voice brims with accusation, his words directed at his brother.. He takes a step forward, his intent to comfort you clear in his movement. You instinctively shuffle backwards, creating a protective distance, your arms loosely crossing over your chest.

Jack scoffs, disbelief etched across his features. "I didn't do anything," he retorts, his tone dripping with emphasis on the word 'I,' subtly implying that Luke is the source of your distress.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Luke's words slice through the air, laced with an unmistakable edge. His face tinges with a reddish hue as his gaze drills into Jack.

Again, would love to give you a bigger excerpt, but I hate everything else of what I've written LMAO. Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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quinn hughes x darcy sorokin (black fem!oc)

Basically a quinn x single mom au. May rewrite this entire thing. Also, started this months ago and loved the name Sunny for the kid (Sunny Sorokin) (no relation to the hockey player) but now I kind of hate it :)

Quinn became utterly enamored with her the moment his gaze met hers in the diner. She was a delightful surprise, replacing his usual waiter, Johnny, to collect his order. Her dark skin seemed to radiate a subtle glow under the dim diner lights, and her curly hair was artfully gathered in a loose bun resting at the back of her neck, adorned with a floral bandana draped over it. When she smiled, her dimples and the slight gap between her front teeth only added to her charm, leaving Quinn captivated and unable to shake thoughts of her for days.

Quinn stumbled upon Alma’s, the quaint diner, during his rookie year in Vancouver. Its unassuming atmosphere, a hidden gem tucked away, immediately resonated with him, providing a sense of ease. Combine that with the staff’s familial treatment, and he easily became a regular patron. Now, however, his visits weren’t just about unwinding and savoring a meal; he hoped to encounter the beautiful waitress he had learned was named Darcy (not through inquiry, but thanks to her name tag — he was too anxious to ask). Quinn relished any excuse to come to the diner, whether to be served by Darcy or simply steal glances at her when she wasn’t looking.

Quinn’s attempts to discreetly observe Darcy didn’t go unnoticed. She could sense the weight of his gaze, subtly tracking her movements around the diner. Intrigued and slightly puzzled by his behavior, Darcy decided to approach her co-worker, Johnny, to inquire about this regular customer. Johnny, with his wealth of experience at the diner, shared that Quinn was a nice guy who had been a faithful patron for years. He detailed Quinn’s routine of ordering the same breakfast every morning—soft scrambled eggs on wheat—followed by prolonged disappearances, especially during the summer months. Armed with this newfound knowledge, Darcy’s curiosity about the handsome and somewhat mysterious customer deepened. 

Darcy couldn’t deny the undeniable attractiveness of the man. His chestnut brown hair, steadily growing out since their first encounter, months ago, often required his attention as he habitually moved it out of his line of sight. His eyes, a deep brown that occasionally hinted at hazel in the early morning light. The way his teeth grazed over his bottom lip during conversation, though she was unsure if it was born out of nervousness or mere habit. Following the tumultuous chapter with her ex-boyfriend, after nearly five years, another man had finally found a place in her thoughts.

She harbored these thoughts secretly, keeping them locked away from anyone but herself. With her son, Sunny, now five years old, she couldn’t afford to be hasty. Sunny, more aware of his surroundings, comprehended things with greater clarity. She had already delicately explained the departure of his father, her ex-boyfriend, wanting to shield him from the unnecessary pain of the wondering, not knowing. And despite yearnings for companionship, she held the burden of guilt for Sunny’s lack of a father figure, and understood the importance of not rushing into a relationship that wasn’t genuine. Both she and Sunny deserved better, and she was determined to prioritize their well-being.

Let me know if you have any thoughts.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

Quinn and Reader go to their favorite diner late after a game. Probably lots of fluff, reminiscing. Possibly out of character Quinn, not too sure if he'd be into pda in front of the wags LOL.

Hovering in the distant corner, your fingers nervously toyed with the security pass draped around your neck, its edge resting just above the waistline of your jeans. A cluster of other wives and girlfriends lingered in the same vicinity, engaged in casual banter among themselves. You offered polite smiles, but there was no effort on their part to include you, nor did you make any overtures to join their conversation.

At last, you caught sight of a familiar mop of brown hair making its way down the hallway. The impulse to sprint towards him, leap into his arms, and plant an immediate kiss on his lips surged within you. However, with watchful eyes fixed on you, you opted for a more restrained approach, contenting yourself with a gentle caress of your hand against his right bicep. "Great game, Quinn."

A puzzled expression settles on his face, seemingly oblivious to the attention directed your way, or perhaps indifferent to it. His calloused hands find their place on your waist, guiding you closer as he dips his head low to meet your lips. Your fingers intertwine around his neck, and as his towering figure elevates you slightly off the ground, he murmurs, "Thank you, baby."

An orchestra of 'awws' surrounds you, a symphony of approval that bathes your cheeks in warmth. Quinn, charmed by your bashful response, lets out a chuckle, drawing you back into the protective embrace of his side. As he ushers both of you towards the back door, he bids the women farewell with a casual, "Goodnight, ladies," leaving the echo of their admiration suspended in the air.

"Goodbye, Quinn!" Their voices lingered with a touch of wistful admiration. You couldn't help but notice the collective enchantment Quinn seemed to cast on them. It wasn't entirely surprising—your boyfriend possessed a magnetic blend of boyish charm and dorky allure that had a way of rendering anyone weak in the knees. Since being crowned captain and amassing a string of victories, his newfound confidence only added to his undeniable sex appeal.

The night air nips at the exposed skin, coaxing you to cling closer to Quinn's comforting frame. As you approach the car, the two of you reluctantly break apart. "Do you want me to drive?" Quinn shakes his head with an easy smile, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before courteously opening the passenger side door for you.

You smoothly slide into the car, and Quinn secures the door behind you. With a jog to the driver's side, he swiftly settles into the seat, key in the ignition. Your hand instinctively reaches for the heat controls, but Quinn, ever attentive, beats you to it. After ensuring your seatbelt is on, he rests his hand on your thigh, the warmth of his touch contrasting the cool night air as he skillfully navigates out of the once bustling parking garage.

"Eddie's?" His voice dances just above the soft melody of the radio in the background. Tilting your head to the left, you catch his gaze for a fleeting moment before his focus returns to the road.

"Okay" You nod absentmindedly, a yawn escaping your lips as you lean your head against the window of the car.

He peers at you once more, skepticism lingering in his gaze. "Are you sure? We can just call it a night and head home if you're tired."

Your hand descends onto his, offering a reassuring squeeze. Fatigue clings to you, but the knowledge that he's hungry and wouldn't eat if you went home propels you forward. "I want to go out with you, Quinn."

A grin overtakes his lips, and he brings your hand up to his mouth, peppering a kiss against your palm.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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dawson mercer x juniper hughes (fem!oc) (luke's twin)

Remember last halloween when I floated around the idea of dawson x hughes sister. I started it, barely a sliver into the universe. I also know very little about dawson other than I think he's an absolute cutie pie, so I'll have to do some research for this series for sure. Will deal with heavy topics such as alcoholism, addiction, etc, so if that is triggering for you, this may not be the series for you, please take care of yourself, love you.

Juniper Hughes was no stranger to the judgmental eyes. They seemed to trail her everywhere she went, the invisible weight of societal expectations bearing down on her, reminding her both of who her family was and who she wasn't. While her brothers excelled as perfect, professional athletes, following in her parents' footsteps, she had been on a different journey—one of recovery from alcoholism after her expulsion from school due to underage drinking.

Twelve long years of arduous study, relentless commitment to extracurricular activities, unending string of tests, and the suffocating pressure of expectations—Juniper endured it all. Only one fateful night was enough to strip away everything she'd worked for. In the blink of an eye, her scholarship to Brown University was lost, her only friend torn from her, and her dignity shattered into pieces. The ruthless media, once her cheerleaders, rapidly transformed into her tormentors, subjecting her to a public shaming campaign for her mistakes, constantly drawing odious comparisons with her accomplished brothers. The intrusive question hung heavily in the air, echoing endlessly: where had her parents gone wrong with her?

Why was she so deeply flawed while her brothers seemed to glide through life unburdened? Why couldn't she manage a regular relationship-whether it was with alcohol, food, or people, but they could? Juniper's life had always been marked by relentless effort, a result of sheer necessity. Unlike her brothers, nothing seemed to come naturally to her—school, sports, it all required double the hard work just to lag two steps behind them. Alcohol served as her escape, a means to shed the heavy cloak of perfectionism that enveloped her. It provided release, a fleeting respite from her self-imposed pressures. Juniper enjoyed the person she became when she drank, but the mornings after, the ensuing guilt and repercussions, they ruined her.

"Cleaned out the guest bedroom for you, Twinny," Luke's voice is gentle as he opens the bedroom door, ushering you inside. Juniper offers him a nod, accompanied by a faint smile, and steps into the room. It's devoid of any distinctive character, featuring only four white walls, a simple bed, and a closet. As she walks around, she can't help but grimace, the stark emptiness of the room triggering memories of your time in the rehab center.

Juniper gracefully lowers herself onto the edge of the bed, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate designs on the black and white duvet. Luke and Jack linger in the doorway, observing her with wordless, almost reverent gazes, as if any sound might shatter the fragile stillness of the room. She clears her throat, then turns her gaze toward her brothers. "Thanks."

While this fic will deal with heavy topics, I don't want this entire series to be super depressing, so I'll try and add equal amounts fluff!!

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Part of the Bless the Broken Road series. Jack gets the kids up and takes them to school for the first time without readers help. Super fluffy. Might completely rewrite it, though.

"Hey, wake up." Y/N shakes Jack awake, her hand pressing into his shoulder as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to him.

Jack groans, stirring in his sleep, his eyes squinting open to meet her chocolate brown gaze.

"Remember, school starts at 8, kids need to be up by 7, and you need to be out the door no later than 7:45."

Y/N leaned down to plant a tender kiss on his forehead before straightening up. With grace, she retrieved her phone from the dresser and picked up her coat hanging from the back of the door. "Yeah, I know, I got it, baby," he dismissed, though when Y/N glanced back at him, his eyelids had drooped shut once more.

She flicks his cheek. "Don't fall back asleep!"

She was well aware of Jack's exhaustion, considering he had a late game last night that went into overtime. However, she had a scheduled meeting with a contractor at the bakery early in the morning, which meant Jack had to shoulder the responsibility of taking the twins to school.

Smacking her finger away, he forced his eyes open once more and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "I'm up." He rasps, "now go before you're late."

She gives him a knowing look, shaking her head. "Call me if you need anything."

"We'll be fine." He assures.

Things were definitely not fine. Jack couldn't pinpoint when or how it happened, but at some indeterminate moment, he'd drifted back into sleep, only to be roused by a gentle poking on his forehead and a soft voice by his side. He blinked his eyes open, finding his youngest son, Adler, right in front of him, his lips curved into a pout.

"Where's mommy?" Adler asks.

Jack's eyes shoot wide open, and he promptly sits up, his gaze fixed on the alarm clock perched atop the dresser, which displayed the time as 7:36. With a swift hand running through his tousled brown hair, he mutters a curse under his breath. Adler instinctively takes a step back as Jack moves abruptly, his tiny hands fidgeting nervously, forming knots of unease in front of him.

Exhaling a deep breath, Jack pushed off the covers, swinging his feet to the right side of the bed. He gently grasps Adler's shoulders, using one hand to push stray curls out of his eye line, his voice soft and reassuring. "Mommy had to go to work early today,"

Adler nods. "So no school today?"

Jack shakes his head. "I'm gonna take you. Will you wake up your brother for me, please?"

He nods, and Jack breaks into a grin, pulling Adler into a tight hug. With a gentle lift, Jack stands up, eliciting gleeful giggles from Adler as he spins them around in a circle. The sound of the child's laughter fills the quiet stillness of the house, prompting laughter of Jack's own. Setting Adler back down, the boy immediately dashes off, sprinting back to his bedroom.

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Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

jack hughes x fem!reader (ex-situationship to lovers??)

Months ago, when Jack had insisted that you attend your first hockey game when the season started, he had presented you with one of his jerseys. It had ended up tucked away in the back of your closet, gathering dust and fading into oblivion. In fact, you'd nearly forgotten about it altogether. However, the morning after your conversation with Luke, a sudden thought about what to wear to the game had crossed your mind. You were certain of one thing: you had no intention of donning Jack's jersey. You did briefly consider asking Luke for one, but that would have been counterproductive since he shared the same last name as him. Instead, you were determined to indulge in a little pettiness.

On that particular day, you impulsively ordered a Red Wings jersey from eBay. It happened to be Moritz Seider's jersey, though you didn't really know much about him, or whether he was still actively playing or not. Frankly, you didn't care. You had no intention of cheering for the Red Wings, you simply saw the purchase as a final "fuck you" to Jack Hughes.

Reader and Jack "breakup" and so she wears a different jersey to a game to spite him. Jack gets jealous, yada yada you can probably guess the vibes.

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trevor zegras x fem!reader (bookstore owner)

Trevor comes into readers bookshop a couple times a week, begging to take her out on a date. Might turn into a 3 times he asked and the 1 time she said yes type thing. Not sure!

"Go on a date with me." Your gaze transitions from the non-fiction books that you were presently shelving to the tall blonde on your right. He regards you with eager anticipation, awaiting your response, although it seems to be no different from all the previous rejections you've given him.

"Don't you have anything more productive to do than pester me while I'm trying to work?" Your voice carries a tinge of irritation as you descend from the small stepladder.

He offers a nonchalant shrug, feigning innocence with an expression of mock sincerity. "Just one date."

You push your way past him, making contact with his side as you stride back toward the front desk. He tails you, mirroring your movements like a lost puppy, eventually leaning his elbows casually on the tall counter, opposite to where you take a seat behind it.

"Why must you deny this obvious chemistry?" He's teasing, his face leaning on his hand as he looks intently at you. You let out a huff of laughter, settling into the spinny chair.

"Does rejection get you off or something?"

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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luke hughes x fem!reader

Reader broke up with Luke months ago, and doesn't expect to see him again, but she does, and he wants answers. Angsty, but will probably have a happy ending.

You tried your best to move on from him, putting in every ounce of effort you could to try and forget him. You threw yourself into your work, deliberately steered clear of the songs that held his memory, and even canceled your ESPN Plus subscription to shield yourself from the overpowering sadness that welled up whenever you saw him on the ice.

You weren't angry with him; anger had no place in your heart. After all, you were the one who had made the difficult decision to end things with him. You had asked him to leave your apartment as he struggled through sobs, his voice filled with desperation, seeking answers about what had led to the dissolution of your relationship. And despite the tears brimming in your own eyes, you didn't break down, standing your ground as he tried to challenge your conclusion.

Your sadness clung to you like a relentless shadow, casting a long and persistent gloom over your life for months. The vibrant and extroverted girl you once were seemed like a distant memory as you found solace in the confines of your home. Days passed in mechanical, robotic-like motions, each one blending into the next in a monotonous blur. Even the cheerful banter and laughter of your co-workers, which once provided a semblance of happiness, now felt like distant echoes in the cavernous emptiness of your heart. And nights were spent curled up on the couch, lost in the embrace of comforting films from your childhood, each frame a desperate attempt to escape the crushing loneliness that had become your all-encompassing reality.

You were aware it wasn't healthy, and though that knowledge weighed on you like a heavy anchor, you made no effort to climb up to the surface for air. The relentless ache in your chest, filled with sorrow and regret over losing the boy you had loved so deeply, was like a suffocating fog, clouding your vision at every turn. You couldn't go anywhere without being haunted by phantom images of him, his presence lingering like a stubborn ghost in the back of your mind.

It only got worse in the weeks leading up to the Devils vs. Red Wings game. You were aware that he would be in town, and that knowledge sent you spiraling into self-pity and uncertainty. You had deliberately steered clear of any rumors about his dating life, but your mind couldn't help but obsessively wonder whether he still missed you. Whether he mourned the loss of your relationship, or had moved on to someone better – a fear that had haunted you ever since he moved to Jersey even before the breakup.

It's a rainy Tuesday night, and you impassively make your way to Walmart with one single purpose in mind: to purchase alcohol and junk food. Your plan was simple – to watch the game and numb your sorrows with alcohol. You were fully aware of how pathetic it might seem, but at that moment, you simply don't care.

You stretch up onto your tiptoes, straining to reach a tall bottle of merlot perched on the top shelf, your shopping basket hanging from the crook of your elbow. In your haste to secure your wine, a sudden, sharp pain pierces your sternum. Your grip falters, and the basket slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor with an ear-splitting thud. One hand flies to your chest, your fingers resting on your heartbeat that pounded wildly against the thin fabric of your shirt. Disoriented, you stumble backward, the voice of a concerned stranger echoing in the distance as your vision blurs and darkness encroaches.

Let me know if you have any thoughts.

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Jack spends the night at Readers apartment for the first time, and asks her to move in with him. Probably would be a short blurb, maybe 1k-1.5k words and under.

"You live in this building?" Jack inquires, his gaze sweeping over the aging building, a typical five-story apartment complex in dire need of renovation. You nod at him, shutting the passenger-side door as you step out.

"Is this area safe?" He inquires, his eyes lingering hesitantly on the parking lot.

You were roughly forty minutes from Jack's neighborhood, and while this area was a bit rundown and perhaps less safe, you thankfully had never encountered any issues.

"Uh, yeah," you respond, taking Jack's hand and leading him toward the entrance. After a moment of rummaging in your bag, you locate the key to the building, insert it into the lock, and swing the door open. Jack grabs the door, gesturing for you to enter first.

Your building lacked an elevator, so you faced a long climb to the fifth floor, where apartment 48B awaited.

As you unlocked the door, you visually cringed at the chaotic scene that greeted you. Clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, dishes forming a precarious tower in the sink. You hadn't had a chance to tidy up before Jack insisted on spending the weekend in your modest abode. And although you hesitated, knowing your apartment was far from perfect, you couldn't resist any longer. You two had been dating for about a month, and he had yet to see where you lived. He'd casually mentioned it a few times, so you knew it was time to swallow your pride and invite him over.

"Sorry bout' the mess." You apologize, nearly tripping over yourself to grab a pile of clothes off the floor.

Jack runs his hand across the wall to his right, his fingers tracing the scattered nail gun holes. "What the hell happened to the wall?" he asks, furrowing his brows in concern.

You pause in your cleaning, turning to face him. "Oh, the neighbors like to get drunk and play with their nail gun. Don't stand too close." you warn, shaking your head.

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quinn hughes x pharmacist!femreader

Nothing started for this, but my time working in a retail pharmacy has me obsessed with writing this pairing. Might make her an OC, though. I love the idea of a badass working woman who doesn't put her life on hold just because she's married to a hockey player.

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If you're wondering about the status of Never Have I Ever, I'm gonna be honest, I may discontinue that 🫣. Sorry! I just have no motivation to write out that storyline now, but maybe sometime in the future I will.

author's note part two: Obviously this isn't all of my wips, only some, and most haven't been edited at all and a very rough drafts, but I wanted to give you a glimpse of what I have sitting in my drafts. I also have a lot of things in my inbox that I want to get written, but I have been slacking (clearly). I also wanna do some song fics because I've never done one and think that could be cool. Again, if you have any thoughts, don't hesitate to let me know.

#quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #dawson mercer imagine #jt compher imagine #nathan mackinnon imagine #trevor zegras imagine

[rosecglass]

18+ excerpt from a fic I'll never finish:

“Please,” you gasp, writhing in the web. “Fuck,” he growls in between pants, forcing himself deeper and deeper, to a point where you feel like he might break something inside you. The hand not in your hair finds its way to your stomach, pressing against the skin that protrudes every time he thrusts into you. “Fucking whore. Could hear it the entire time–“ Another string of curses spills from his lips as he drapes himself over your back, fingers digging into the skin at your hip, grinding against you as if his life depends on it– “could hear your heart. Hear how fast it was beating. Little thing, trying to break out through your ribs. Could barely handle it could you?” “Please,” you repeat dumbly, mind numb and out of order–scrambled about as much as your insides.

#it got too long #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut

[endwersed]

Guess who finally finished editing their most recent fic 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

I'll be posting it to AO3 tomorrow, but I thought why not share a li'l snippet today! So here's an excerpt from my upcoming Sterek fic: a college, post-break up, booty call AU 🥰

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“So we doing this, or what?” Stiles asks bluntly, resting a hand at each hip. “Night’s not getting any younger, dude.”

Derek huffs a short, genuine laugh. It makes something light and easy swish around in Stiles’ chest. He shoves that feeling aside and raises a challenging eyebrow at Derek’s smirk instead.

“Patience never was your strong suit,” Derek points out wryly.

“Well, we both know the only reason I’m here.” Stiles takes a step forwards, close enough now that he can reach out to curl a hand around Derek’s bicep. “No point in pretending otherwise.”

A flash of – of something flickers through Derek’s eyes. It’s gone faster than Stiles can catch it, can really hold onto it long enough to actually parse it. And Derek doesn’t give him the time to linger on it, either, before he moves closer as well, two big, warm hands coming up to skate beneath Stiles’ shirt, fingers curved tightly either side of his waist.

“Are you really that desperate for me?” Derek taunts.

And it is just that – a taunt. Unkind and ridiculing.

Stiles forces a scoff, even as his stupid heart chants a repetitive symphony of yes, yes, oh my fucking god, yes.

“In your dreams,” he sneers.

He slides his hand up the hot, taut expanse of Derek’s skin. Over his shoulder, up the side of his neck, touch light across tendons and a hammering pulse, until he can thread fingers into Derek’s hair, where his grip turns harsher, tightening among the strands and tugging, none too gently. It pulls this beautiful, breath of a grunt from Derek’s throat, and Stiles feels it like a zip of electricity up his spine.

“I don’t have to dream,” Derek says, voice low and words hot as he breathes them out against Stiles’ parted lips. “Not when you’re inviting yourself over here, like clockwork, every single week.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Stiles bites back. “I’ve had offers. I won’t be coming around forever.”

Something dangerously close to a growl pushes from between Derek’s bared, grinding teeth. His fingertips crush into Stiles’ sides, bordering on this side of too painful, the press of Derek’s thigh pushing between his legs, rubbing firm against the growing erection in his jeans. He can feel a matching hardness inside Derek’s shorts, and it makes his fingers twitch in Derek’s hair, eager to get his hands on it, to feel its familiar weight against his palm, its heat in his mouth.

He won’t give Derek the satisfaction, though. He can wait him out.

#sterek #my fic #this'll be getting a quick and final once over tomorrow - and then i'll be posting it!

[princyvish]

finally tried my hand at backgrounds.... Sorta gave up on the background after spending so much time on just the snowy part outside with Luffy.

This is based off of a fic that's currently in the works! I'll edit this post to include the fic when I finally finish it :3

Also, the small excerpt where this comic takes from in the WIP is under the cut if anyone is interested in my. Mediocre writing skills:

Ace succeeded in getting Luffy in his jacket, and sighed in relief. “Luffy. Please don't eat the snow off the ground. Or those icicles,” he firmly told his younger brother, but Luffy only giggled, definitely not listening. He hurriedly pushed the sliding door open and rushed outside. Koby laughed at Ace’s exasperated reaction, “Goddamn it… he never listens…”

“I wouldn't expect him to,” Koby pulls on his snow boots and thick, dark purple jacket, deciding to go out alongside the other. Ace eyes him with an eyebrow raised. “You know Luffy-san goes by his own rules. Always following his morals and rarely anyone else’s. He's just… awesome like that.” Koby looked out to the backyard, seeing Luffy stick his tongue out and catch snowflakes with it. The expression he bore turned fond, if it hadn't already been.

Ace huffed with a playful glare. “You only say that because you're head over heels in love with him. You aren't subtle, camera boy…”

Koby flushed the same colour as his hair. “I know…” He murmurs, remembering a similar conversation he's had with Helmeppo, the same phrase of ‘You aren't subtle,’ popping up in his head.

“You know how dense he is,” Ace added with a hum. He has his arms crossed now, making Koby feel just a little intimidated.

“Th-that too…”

“You shouldn't just hope to whatever god that may exist that he catches on. You have to be forward with him."

#quite honestly. i feel dead because that background just. Ugh. I don't want to look at it. At least ace is there. And slaying #go off king #go off with your blackpink cropped hoodie #kobylu #cobylu #Ace being Kobylu wingman by beloved. Sabo doesn't approve because protective brother energy #Ace is just chill like that y'know? #portgas d ace #ace one piece #one piece ace #monkey d luffy #luffy one piece #one piece luffy #captain koby #koby one piece #one piece koby #captain coby #one piece coby #coby one piece #AudrinArt #i promise I know how the inside of a house looks like #and I swear every time I draw Luffy his hair gets so much fluffier. How'd he do that. What hair product is he using

[nyxronomicon]

ahh ok i got tagged by @consolationblog (like a month ago oops) and @peachsayshi RIP y'all forcing me to look at the ever growing WIP pile......

rules: post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

jjk

death painting womb || choso dating sim! featuring a band au and choso's band mates toji and sukuna assassin toji x widow reader || you've just killed your husband. except a sexy assassin just walked in to tell you he's supposed to do the same... roommate toji || sleazy craigslist roommate who gradually manipulates you into getting more physical with him... vampire toji || not really a WIP bc @pearlsxandxpeonies and i started a vampire jjk rp with it but i wouldn't mind posting some of it neighbor!toji || inspired by that day i was raking the yard and i was like "wow this would be great if i was actually getting fucked silly by toji instead" emo!Nanami || best friends to lovers. i wanted to make this multi chapter but i had too many ongoing series (and still do lol) nanami cucking gojo || i was gonna do a whole series bc gojo is such a cuck to me... seven minutes in heaven || just an excuse for Sukuna to get, uh, handsy... (if you know what i mean) CEO!Sukuna || drabble for a sukuna sugar daddy au... stepbrother choso || this is OLD and not usually my thing but damn if choso was my stepbrother... hatefucking || okay i admit it. i wrote hatefucking with gojo. i wanna punch his face with his cock inside me ok. i wanna make him bleed and cum at the same time. don't look at me rejected excerpt || OKAY I ADMIT IT the hatefucking got a little too soft so i put the gooey romance shit in a separate doc. in this house we punch gojo mid-coitus. don't look at me getting his head ripped off? || literally 28 words i will never finish this. but yeah gojo again salvation || ongoing series but i'll answer stuff about the upcoming parts! parent trap || ongoing series but i'll answer stuff about the upcoming parts!

genshin/hsr

embarassing how many of these i have when i have literally posted like two genshin fics lmao divorced detective wrio || just a gratuitous amount of a messy divorced man sigh. meant to be multi chapter mara struck || uhh yeah fueled by the idea that what if blade goes into heat from being mara struck... werewolf, werewolf take 2 || multiple attempts at werewolf!wriothesley smut for monsterfucktober god || scara x reader based on that scene with haypasia in that greenhouse. i was self-inserting so hard, don't lie you did it too itto || bbg rescues you from some guys and has to bring you home with him. you know. for healing purposes... alhaitham || classic sex pollen going feral on each other lol dumb bitch juice || alhaitham begrudgingly agreed to tutor you, his friend's little sister, but he actually just spends the whole time objectifying you (until...) dottore bondage || dottore kidnaps you and reprograms your memories with the akasha yakuza au || i just felt an urge to make an au that feels like the yakuza games. i don't think i had a pairing in mind i was just having fun lol captured || you're a stellaron hunter and jing yuan captures you. such a shame for such a pretty girl to be stuck in jail on new year's

others

bnha / stockholm syndrome || overhaul kidnaps you and learns you have a unique quirk; complete adoration and obedience to whoever drinks your breast milk (please don't look at me WHY is this so embarrassing to summarize lmao) csm / kishibe || incubus!Kishibe for monsterfucktober! somno and infidelity you know the drill

no pressure but ppl i'd like to peer into their cursed wip folder (if u didn't do it yet lol) @solomons-poison @pearlsxandxpeonies (i know u have one now hehe) @suget @vampyrsm

#ash i am so sorry lol. december is my time to get lost in the sauce. and boy did i get lost #my friend onced called me 'chaotic good' for doing a tag game in a different format like a year after he tagged me #so like. this is actually not bad. for me #uhh all the writers i know left my head so. tagging the tag readers. >:) #had an urge to do a read more but this took forever and you all need to read my silly descriptions :)

[lilyharvord]

Should preface this: I will be writing about whatever is chosen. If it already has multiple parts I will post ALL the parts I have written so far. If it is a one shot I haven't finished, I'll finish it and publish it.

#these are the real titles #looks through my drive: damn girl you live like this? #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #I feel like I am playing Russian roulette with you all #take your pick #my writing #either I'll finish it if it's as a one shot #or I will post what I have from it so far #(*ask lily*) #(*shut up lily*) #marecal

[whataboutthreateninganass]

Time didn't wait for anyone, and Merlin was glad of it. In fact, he wished it ran away from him. He wished it sprinted. He wished it took off and never looked back. 

And he would stand and stand and stand, staring at the sinking sun and a phantom burning boat. Until he withered away or Arthur returned to him, whichever came first.

- excerpt from a merthur fic i'll never finish writing.

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #merlin #prince arthur #ao3 #merlin ao3 #merthur ao3 #diamond of the day

[kay-elle-cee]

20 questions for Fic Writers

Thank you to @annabtg and @mppmaraudergirl for the tag, this was so fun to go through and think about!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22! (which is my favorite number, yay!) 4 of these are ficlet/micro collections though.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

237,930 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter! I've written for others before, and I keep saying I'm going to go back to Pirates of the Caribbean but the Jily brainrot has such a hold on me I don't know if it's going to happen.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Things That Haven't Happened Yet i'll be fine, i'll be good A Thrill Divine, Down My Spine no, i could never give you peace restless waves rise and fall

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always always always! I so appreciate everyone reading, but when you COMMENT? You took time out of your day to TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT? 💕💕💕💕 All the love in the WORLD from me!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmmm so listen, let's have a chat. I love angst—that's not surprising anyone. But I also love the HAPPINESS at the end. So even if it's not downright happy, it's usually at least hopeful. But also with that said, probably this micro. (or also maybe this oneshot)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happiest? Instinctively I wanted to say Magic Like This but it's still canon-verse so.....I'm going to go with my waves meet your shore (forever and evermore), which is a oneshot in my Pirate Jily universe. It wasn't even supposed to BE this happy, they just took the reins from me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I do not (or rather, I haven't yet), and I feel incredibly fortunate for that. I'm sure the day will come, though!

9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?

@athenasparrow prodded me into it and I do now! I only write Jily, so M/F, and it's pretty tame, all things considered 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

RIP to my Titanic x Jily crossover I started when I was 13 and never finished. Crossovers don't hold any appeal to me, personally (though I guess at age 13 I thought differently.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had a request from someone to translate Things That Haven't Happened Yet into Russian, but I'm not sure if it ever happened.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not in the Jily fandom! When I was 13 my friends and I passed a journal around and round-robined a Harry Potter fic. And then a few years later in another fandom I collabed with another author but she ended up having to see the thing through because I had to study for my SATs (and I started dating Mr. Kelsey and he started taking up all my free time OOPS).

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Jily! (though Willabeth does have a strong hold on me still to this day)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm still optimistic about all my WIPs. 😅 Evans Sisters Bakery is one I really want to figure out—I have a few pieces written, but the plot just isn't working for me. I really hope to shake it all out next year. The one that's furthest in the backseat is probably but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages? which I've shared excerpts from (Lily and James break up seventh year, still love each other though. It's very angsty and there's lots of secret meetings regardless of the breakup).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh man, I don't know. Dialogue, maybe? I like to think my dialogue reads natural. Also I think I'm good at bringing the angst in a way that makes sense for the characters and not just writing angst for angst's sake. (But you tell me if I'm wrong! 😂)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I'm not great at scene setting. I want to get to the action/emotions/conflict like immediately lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I could do it believably? I'd give it a shot. But I can't so I won't!

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter! (Harmony fans RISE @suzyq31).

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I answered this written and I PROMISE it's not recency bias, but i'll be fine, i'll be good is so incredibly close to my heart and is the fic I've worked longest and most carefully on, so...that one.

Tagging @cascader @alittlebitofeverything23 @sunshinemarauder @isahorcrux if you feel up for it!

#tag game #writer fic asks #me #20 questions

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

You're my port in a storm, chapter 12

Fandom: Dune

Pairing: Gurney Halleck x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings*: graphic depictions of violence, past slavery, heavy angst, comfort, politics, eventual smut, religion

*this is the general warnings for the fic as a whole, I'll add any chapter specific warnings to the beginning notes of the relevant chapters over on AO3

Tag list: @ohsnapitzmarvel @captainpoopweinersoldier

@nightonblogmountain @futurewife @peterfrauchen

Hello, yes, I'm alive. Surprise surprise, life has managed to get even more hectic. On the plus side, chapter 13 is like 75% done since I ended up moving the last couple of pages of this chapter to chapter 13 or else this would've become unbearably long.

Excerpt

The knife slips in your grip again, narrowly missing your fingertips as you try to focus on the task at hand: cutting flower stems so that Moyra may use them for another cooking experiment. The task is much too menial to be able to distract you from the thoughts regarding this…new information you’ve received. You’ve never been a good decision maker. Or at least that’s what others have told you. ’You fret too much, you take too long to consider the choices’, that sort of comment has followed you for as long as you can remember. You’re inclined to protest though. Not everything should be rushed, least of all things regarding the heart. ‘He’s been waiting for you to take the first step’, Duncan’s voice echoes in your head. God above, what are you going to do?

Finish on AO3

#gurney halleck fic #gurney halleck x f!reader #dune fic

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 52: The Road to Crestwood

Summary: Rose and her companions journey the rest of the way to Crestwood. On the way they encounter evidence of widespread lawlessness and Rose gets to know the man behind the Champion better.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke. Excerpt Below:

Cassandra and I gamely take the room with one double bed at the inn, knowing that neither of us snore. Sera had offered to share with Vivienne which prompted a clipped little exchange that entertained anyone near. “And be forced to bask in whatever that odor of yours is? I don’t think so,” says the enchantress. “I was joking you prissy bint. You’d snuff me with a pillow probably.” “On that we can both agree.” Truthfully, I’m grateful for the privacy of solid walls for a change as Cassandra and I haven’t been able to discuss the latest installment of Swords and Shields she loaned me and I have so many questions. Our room is cramped, lit by oil lamps on either side of the bed. We crawl under the quilt, threadbare at the edges of the patchwork and then draw up the fur over our feet. I hand her her well-worn copy, my smirk unmanageable. “The plot certainly thickened in this one,” I remark. “If by ‘plot thickened’ you mean they finally—“ she starts. “—did the deed?” I finish. “Yes,” she says, flushing. “I had been waiting for that for years!” “Well, I’m glad I’ve been able to binge it all in one go!” “What I never understood about this issue…That part when the guardsman—“ Cassandra clears her throat. “When the knight-captain and the guardsman—“ She can’t bring herself to say it. “When he uses his tongue on her?” I finish, having fewer scruples than Cassandra on such matters. “I just find it unlikely that she would react in that way!” “It does seem a bit far fetched.” “You have seen the mouths on some of these men!” “I know!” “It is probably overstated. For dramatic effect.” “It’s Varric. Almost certainly.”

Read the rest here Start from the beginning

And since this chapter features a whole bunch of my custom Hawke I'll throw some of my DA2 screencaps of him for good measure 😏 My husband calls him "fuckboy Hawke" LMAO. Give him longer hair tied in a tiny baby ponytail and that's the current look in my fic.

Bethany and Carver both survive in this worldstate

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#in the shattering of things #rose trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #cullenmance #hawke x trevelyan #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanfiction #blue-purple hawke #Crestwood #multiship fic #Cassandra & Inquisitor #Slow burn #But fast burn too #The plot thickens #Cassandra Pentaghast #Swords and Shields #Prank war with Varric

[eddiethehunted]

excerpt from yet another silly fic i've started and probably will not finish because i am a firm eddie likes chick flicks truther:

"So, will you let me stay over?" Eddie clutches his hands out in front of him, pushing his lower lip out and giving Steve the saddest, wettest eyes he's ever seen in his life. "I beseech thee, my King. I am too fair and beautiful to keep melting away in my trailer."

Steve huffs out an amused breath through his nose but doesn't say anything, shaking his head. Eddie groans, letting his head fall onto the counter with a quiet thunk.

"Steve, I'm seriously dying, you have no idea how hot it gets in there." His voice is muffled. "It's a fucking hunk of metal. Traps the heat like you wouldn't believe—"

"No, I get it," Steve says, grinning. "It's just fun to listen to you get worked up."

"Evil," Eddie hisses into the counter. His head flies up, curls going everywhere. "We can watch movies and get drunk. I'll even pay for the food and beer."

Getting drunk with Eddie is... never a good idea. At least for Steve. A drunk Steve is a flirty Steve, and he's already struggling to control himself around Eddie for fear of scaring off one of the only friends his age that he has.

"Chick flicks, huh?" he says, picking up a couple of the movies Eddie had selected. "Pretty in Pink? Sixteen Candles?" He glances up, his lips twitching into a smile. "Didn't peg you as a chick flicks kinda guy."

"You haven't pegged me at all," Eddie says reproachfully, cackling when Steve makes a face at him. "C'mon, Stevie, they're fun," he insists. “You like girls.”

"I do like girls," Steve concedes. He doesn't bother to clarify that he also likes guys, because then Eddie might start putting pieces together, and Steve isn't quite ready to deal with all that.

"Exactly," Eddie says, throwing his hands up. "Think of all the pretty girls in chick flicks. All the… boobs, or whatever. Ooh, and all the pretty hair and big doe eyes and pouty lips. Very Nancy Wheeler."

"Okay, shut up," Steve says irritably, a flush creeping up his neck despite himself, because those words do describe Nancy, but they also describe Eddie. "You just want free AC."

"And to watch movies and hang out with my dear friend Steve," Eddie says, leaning over the counter and into Steve's space with a wide smile. "Because I adore and treasure him so much, even when he is so mean to me."

Steve tries not to blush. He really, really does. Bites hard on the insides of his cheeks and thinks about awful things, like the inside of a demogorgon's mouth, or like the permanent stench of Keith's work shoes in the back room. To his dismay, he feels heat flooding his cheeks, and has to look away with a scoff to hide it.

“Fine,” he says, because he really can’t say no to Eddie. “We’re ordering Chinese.”

#steddie #don’t look at me idk what i’m doing with this #my writing

[julilovesmmu]

not sure if i ever posted this, but it's an excerpt from a figure skating au fic that i never ended up finishing!!

i used this as mostly experimentation of descriptions and imagery, as well as a way of getting some of my figure skating brainrot out of my system D:

let me know what you think!! maybe one day i'll find the motivation to at least finish the first chapter...

#murder most unladylike #hazel wong #fanfic #figure skating au #mmu #fic writing #rare juli post ? #i actually really like this one #so i hope you like it!