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[callingsergeantbarnes]

Forever

Pairing:- Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Vampire AU

Summary:- Bucky has spent a century without you, now that he has finally found you he is afraid to lose you. Will you be willing to spend forever with him, to become a creature of the night?

Word Count:- 1211 (I really tried to make this shorter but it ran away from me)

Warnings:- Explicit Sexual content.  Vampire AU. Vampire Bucky. Unprotected Sex (Practice safe sex) blood drinking - (vampires), hints of self-doubt. There are some feels in this one possibly. 

A/N:- 18+ For the @the-slumberparty​ Warm Up Drabble. I got the word Vampire. I hope you enjoy it, I did try and keep it short and sweet but it ended up going over a thousand words. No beta so some mistakes may have slipped through. Title banner is by me. Other banners is by  @maysdigitalarts  Divider is by @firefly-graphics​ 

He should have known one sip would never have been enough the first time he met you.

Not when the sweet wine of your blood tasted as divine on his tongue as it did. A golden nectar of captured sunlight, summer fruits, and the things he had longed for in the long, dark night.

One taste and you intoxicated him. One taste and you became his addiction. His craving, until all he could think about, was devouring you in all ways.

In the century he had lived, he had tasted no one quite like you, never been captivated by such a creature. It went beyond the mere taste of your blood, of how the scent of a summer’s day clung to your skin. Making him dream of days he had long since forgotten about. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had pictured a summer’s day, dreamed of the sun. Except when lying next to you, your blood on his tongue, your scent surrounding him and the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat as you slept, he dreamed. He remembered. And he missed.

It wasn’t often he allowed himself to dwell on such memories, on forgotten things. Not when the night had brought him to you.

It wasn’t just your blood, though, that had him so captivated. You were beautiful. Your smile could light up a room, and your eyes glistened when the light caught them. You kept him on your toes, with your charm and quick wit, and your mind was always moving, learning, willing to explore.

And fuck did you want to explore.

You yearned for adventure; your soul burned for it as hot as the sun burned in the sky.

Your fearlessness had you going toe to toe with him at his worst, until he fucked you senseless, and you clawed at his back, urging him on, feeding him your blood and taking his own as you mewled with pleasure.

Bucky feared the day he would lose you. Feared the day that would fast approach. Time for a mortal was over in a blink of an eye, and he couldn’t imagine living the centuries without you now that he had met you. The endless cycle without you by his side, not now that he had found you, but was it his right to ask you to give up the world of the sun? The summer days. Possible children.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re brooding so much?” You asked, standing in the doorway of the beach house. The sound of the waves crashing along the shore carried through the night sky as the stars glistened above them.

It wasn’t often that he spent time at this property. A vampire having a home on the beach was asking for trouble, but it was winter, and you loved the beach even in the cold, so the two of you would make do for another week before you moved to a more secure house that offered more shelter for him.

Bucky turned towards you, noting the white lace teddy you were wearing. It shaped your body perfectly, and his gaze followed the shape of your body, the curve of your breasts. He could see the peak of your nipples.

“I’m thinking of the future.” He answered honestly because you knew him well enough to catch him out in a lie.

“You know you could always just ask me, rather than brooding about the future.” You breathed.

“What right do I have to ask?” he asked, brow creasing together.

You moved towards him, stepping outside onto the decking until you were standing right in front of him, before straddling him in his seat.

“Ask me the question, Bucky.” You whispered. He could hear the steady beat of your heart. The confidence you projected filled him with hope. But he had long since given up on hope. Hope wasn’t for a creature such as him.

“Will you stay with me? As a Vampire?”

One beat. Two beats. Three beats.

“I’m yours. Now and forever, Bucky. In whatever form that takes, in this life or the next. Always.”

Bucky stilled. Uncertain, he had heard you right.

You smiled at him. “Yes Bucky. As a Vampire.”

The weight of your gaze pressed along his skin, leaving scorch marks in their wake. Emotions swelled inside of him, and he couldn’t hold himself back from taking you there and then. Not to turn you, but to show you just how fucking happy you had made him.

It was easy enough to part your legs further, slip his robe aside. His cock already hard, the scent of your arousal already filling his nose.

You moved to lower yourself onto his cock, knowing what you both needed, taking him inch by fucking inch. Your walls stretched around his girth before you clenched tightly, and he groaned at the sensation.

Bucky swallowed slowly, one hand brushing the strap of your teddy down your shoulder. Neither of you moved as your gazes met. Your heartbeat loudly, awaking the beast inside of him.

Heat enveloped him, and he strained against the urge to thrust hard and fast in and out of you.

“Bucky, fuck me hard and fast. Take me. Make me yours.”

Whispered words that snapped his control just enough to allow his vampiric nature to surge into the front seat.

His hips moved, his cock sliding out almost to the tip before he thrust hard and fast back into you. Your movements matching his as you rocked against him, hips swivelling ever so slightly, that he almost came right there and then.

A merciless, relentless rhythm of bodies moved against each other. A hum vibrated through his body. Fangs descended, and he bit down into your shoulder. The moan that escaped your lips vibrated through him, as he drank your blood, and took the substance he craved so much.

Fuck, did he love you.

Your own teeth scraped his bare shoulder, not sharp enough to pierce his own flesh, but sharp enough to give him a jolt of pleasure.

He held you tight as he drank and thrust hard and fast. Your wetness coated your thighs, and the hot walls engulfed him, clenched and pulsed with every stroke of his cock.

Flushed together, your arms wrapped around him tightly, nails digging into his flesh hard enough to make him shiver at the sharp pain that sent a current of electric shocks through his body.

Muscles at the base of his cock tightened, and the peak of both of your releases rushed through them with one last thrust.

His climax ripped through him. Muscles trembled as he held you, his pulse quickening. You shuddered, mouth open and a low moan came from your lips, making his cock pulse even more as the sound tickled his senses.

The noises you made were fucking delightful to hear. 

Satisfied and full, his fangs retracted, and he gave a slow lick of the wound, allowing his saliva to heal the wound quicker than it would have on its own,, as you snuggled into the side of neck.

“When?” You asked.

“Soon. You’ll enjoy the things you won’t be able to do again.”

“As long as I’m with you, Bucky. Nothing else will matter.”

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[tom-whore-dleston]

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x f. reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: mentions of sex, hickies, scratches, amnesia, Vegas shenanigans, alcohol consumption, hangover, Shangqi being a tease, implied smut (plz let me know if I am forgetting any)

Summary: A trip to Vegas leads to you waking up to another man in your bed. 

Word Count: 864

Notes: This started as a request from my bday sleepover almost a year ago 💀 and I lost inspo for it until I decided to take part in @the-slumberparty Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this sleepover and thank you Bri Bri for the request! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

word generated: club

request: 🎉 from the prompt list, specially the smutty ones, 15. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” and 29. “I’ll take it that you like what you see.” with Shangqi? 🫣 👀 - @hollandparkersx

You woke up to a pounding headache and dry throat. But with your friends around, you knew that you would end up drinking more than you can handle and make even more crazy decisions. Speaking of your friends.

Oh shit, what time was it?

The alarm clock on the side of your bed flashed 11:30am. You groaned, massaging your temples. 

Well, so much for brunch at The Cosmopolitan. 

In annoyance, you snatched your phone from the nightstand. Turning it on, you read a message from your best friend.

Sorry, hun! Was gonna wake you up but then we saw you snuggled up to that hottie from the club last night. Don’t worry, we’ll bring you something when we come back. Have fun with your man 😘 Lmk if you need more of those XL condoms 😉

What the fuck was she-

Oh…

On the opposite side of the queen sized bed was a naked man, whose body looked like it was sculpted like Michaelangelo himself. Not to mention, red scratch marks trailed down his back as if a rabid animal attacked him. That couldn’t have been your doing…right? 

He began to roll over, exposing his equally sculpted chest and abs that was littered in hickies and kiss marks. Your eyes widened when you realized the lip stains on his body matched the shade of your lipstick from last night. As you wiped the side of your mouth, your smeared lipstick appeared on your fingertips. Finally awake, the man stared at you, leaning against his propped arm. You tried not to stare at his bulging bicep, but he caught on as he smirked. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” the man slurred with a low, sexy morning voice that was richer than the coffee you craved to cure your hangover. His eyes scanned your bare torso, smirking as you quickly covered yourself.

“No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he chuckled and you watched his chest rise and fall. “I already know you look beautiful naked.” Your cheeks heated up and you slowly let the blanket fall in your lap.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

The man laughed again. “Well you and I got pretty drunk last night and I guess one thing led to another…”

Now your memories were coming back to you. You and your friends went club hopping on the strip, and you met the guy in bed with you on the bus ride there. While you were still sober, you and he chatted over how you were in Vegas for your friend’s birthday, and he was there to get over some family issues he dealt with in the past month. 

By the time you got to the club, he paid for you and your friends' drinks. You basically left both of your groups to dance with each other but would still follow each other on each ride to the different clubs. At the end of the night, you and he went back to your room while both of your friend groups stayed behind to find a place to eat. The rest of the night with him was still a blur but it was pretty clear that you both slept with each other. Only thing was, you forgot his name.

“I’m sorry,” you started, “but can you remind me of your name please?” 

“Don’t sweat it. It’s Shangqi.” You nodded and then gave him your name.

“I remember your name, sweetheart.” Shangqi smiled. “Surprised you forgot mine when you were screaming it all night long.”

You clenched your jaw as you grew wet between your legs. The urge to pounce on him was strong, especially with the way he stretched across the bed. Your gaze automatically landed on his groin that hid underneath the bed sheet. 

“I’ll take it that you like what you see,” Shangqi teased once he caught you staring. You curled your lips inward as your face warmed up. He decided to change the subject to spare you of your embarrassment. 

“Got any plans for today?” Shangqi asked.

“I was supposed to go to brunch with my friends but seeing that they found us sleeping together, they decided it was best to leave me behind.” Shangqi gave you an apologetic look, feeling bad that he kept you from your friends. You reassured him, “Don’t worry though, I had a great time last night. I mean, I don’t remember everything that happened, but I know it was fun.”

“Yeah, we went through like 5 condoms last night.” He picked up an opened condom packet, causing your breath to hitch when you realized it was a gold XL packet like your friend mentioned in the text. 

You huffed out a flustered breath. “Wow, I guess there is a lot more that I don’t remember from last night.” 

Shangqi’s next words turned you into a puddle. “Want me to jog your memory, sweetheart?” 

You bit your lip as your thighs rubbed together to ease the growing need in your core. God, this man made it extremely impossible to resist him. “Yeah, help me remember every single detail.”

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[the-slumberparty]

Warm Up: One-Word Drabbles

Hi! We're hope you're getting pumped for the upcoming Slumber Party! Just under three weeks to go! In the meantime, we're challenging you to a little writer warm-up.

Use this word generator and write a short drabble inspired by the result.

Tag this blog in your drabble and we will be happy to read and share! Can't wait to see what you come up with.

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Chores

Happy first drabble of 2023! This one is for the Warm Up: One-Word Prompt challenge @the-slumberparty I got my word yesterday and it was "enhance" but I didn't even think to screen cap it. 🤦‍♀️

The obvious choice would have been to go with Steve Rogers... cause he is enhanced... but then I got this idea for cowboy!Ari Levinson...and y'all know I love cowboy!Ari.

Title: The Chores

Pairing: cowboy!Ari Levinson x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

Finished with work early, you escape the ranch house and settle into your hammock with a good book to enjoy the nice weather.

You are getting to a juicy part of the book the first time you notice Ari walk past you. He catches your eye and gives a small wave before he carries on with whatever chore he is working on.

The second time he comes by, he is on one of the ranch atv’s, noisily riding past you, pulling your attention from the book.

It isn't until he wanders into the area a third time, pushing a wheelbarrow full of logs, that you begin to suspect he is intentionally disturbing your peace. After all, the hammock is in a partially secluded private yard, separated from the working ranch by a row of hedges on one side.

You narrow your eyes as you watch him from over the edge of your book as he dumps the logs onto the ground by the stump he used as a chopping block. Then he disappears with the wheelbarrow.

He all but confirms your suspicions when he returns with his ax to chop the logs; logs that you both know don't have to be chopped right now and likely won’t even fit in the wood stockpile.

As you watch, he digs through the pile of logs and puts one on the stump and then positions himself so his back is towards you.

Unconsciously, you bite down on your lower lip as he swings the ax, splitting the log cleanly into two pieces. He repeats the process a couple times, allowing you to appreciate the way his body looks from behind. The way his blue jeans enhance his best, uh, ass-et. Not to mention the way his back and arm muscles flex with each swing.

After finishing a few logs, he pauses and sets the ax down. Then he turns suddenly and catches you watching him. He gives you a wink before he lifts the front of his shirt up and pulls it off. He makes a show of drying his sweaty face with the shirt before he tosses it aside.

“How’s the book?” He asks as if he isn't fully aware that you had lost interest in your book thanks to him.

Well two could play that game, you decide. “Trying to cool down,” you say, casually. “Just read a super sexy scene.”

"Sounds like a good book," he replies all the while giving you a smirk that says he doesn’t believe you. Turning, he takes his time setting up the next log, giving you plenty of time to take in the tan, bare skin of his back.

Damn him.

Once he is happy with the placement, he lines up the ax, taking a couple unnecessary practice swings for your benefit, before he slices the log into two.

With a huff, you get up from the hammock, getting his attention.

“Going somewhere?” he asks.

“You’re making me feel lazy,” you say, lying through your teeth. “Figured I go inside and do some chores.”

“Need a hand? Or two?” He asks, the glimmer in his eyes telling you that if you both go in the house no chores will be done.

“I’m sure you have stuff to do still,” you reply, testing him.

“Nothing the guys can’t handle,” he assures you. “I’ll just clean this up and meet you inside?” He gestures to the split logs.

"If you're sure they can spare you, I'd love the help," you say. "With the chores."

"The chores," he repeats. "I love doing the chores."

You go into the house and head straight for the master bathroom, where you plan to make good use of both his hands.

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[buckets-and-trees]

Tactics

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 650

Summary: A moment of character study set for Bucky in New York during episode five of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier after he returns from Rica, Latvia, and before he goes to Louisiana.

Content Warnings: TFATWS spoilers, processing trauma and identity

Additional Notes: Written for @the-slumberparty Warm Up: One-Word Drabble challenge. The one word I got was TACTICS.

Tactics, skills, strategies, methods, abilities.

While one part of Bucky organized the components of the bookshelf he’d ordered and chosen to assemble himself, another part of him was analyzing and organizing the events of the past week.

For years he’s filed away things. Information about who he used to be – the good and the bad. Steve stating emphatically that wasn’t you in an attempt to bolster him, to pull him back, to say he trusted him. Shuri only getting after children from potentially pestering him rather than for dangerously being around him, the latter no longer a possibility in her mind. Ayo’s testing and then declaration you are free. Raynor reassuring him you have your mind back.

But did he?

That uncertainty had lingered for so long.

He thought he was free when Steve had rescued him in Germany, only to be captured again, and that time subjugated in every way, for years at a time not questioning who he was, being reconditioned at any waver of fidelity.

Once physically free from HYDRA, it was years of struggle – to piece together his past, to stay hidden, to remain alive, only to be brutally beaten back by discovering a slew of words could reclaim him completely.

Ultimately, yes, he had been released from the power those Russian words had held over him, but this week had called sharply back into question who he was. Zemo had played with the words, taunted the pieces of the Winter Soldier, forced him to actively front as him again in Madripoor.

John Walker had taunted him as well. All that serum running through your veins.

…and though it’s not what John had meant, now that he was home from Latvia, Bucky couldn’t stop thinking that maybe that was the truth. All that remained now was the serum running through his veins. Serum that changed him physically, but maybe in no other way?

Steve had visited him in Wakanda a few times during his own exile. Many a night they would end up awake, looking up at the incomparable stars above them, talking or not talking. Once Steve shared that Erskine had explained the serum amplifies everything that is inside.

After decades of being deployed as the Winter Soldier, Bucky – despite Steve’s insistence otherwise – thought it had to mean he was ruthless, a killer. He’s started to think it wasn’t all he was.

He was willing to consider now it may not be who he was after all.

All of these people who thought they knew him, and so many years of him not knowing himself, but maybe it was starting to make sense.

There was proof in the experience, and what had happened this week was irrefutable.

This was the first time throwing himself into the deep end without handlers, without a safety net of Steve, and now he could see the difference himself. There was differentiation between Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier, even variation between the roots of the Brooklyn boy and the White Wolf awakened in Wakanda. The developments that came with his years as the Winter Soldier were just that: acquisitions, abilities.

In the field again, trying to sort out some good, he could extract the skills, the tactics, and simply be effective – no necessity to deal death in his wake.

HYDRA’s most valued asset, now an asset that could help instead of harm.

He wasn’t convinced yet, but maybe he would be at some point.

What the serum had enhanced within him, he was still uncovering. Raynor probing him about what he wanted, he was still figuring it out.

But for now he could sit with this. Today he believed he was no longer a killer. Today he wanted a bookshelf and books. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, he’d figure out more, no longer the tactics, but really and honestly reclaiming his true nature as it unfolded – as he unfolded it.

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[peyton-warren]

Autonomy - One Word Drabble

Characters: Ari Levinson

Word count: 106

Type: angst and hope

Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. No real warnings for this one. Vague mention of violence

Summary: Ari ruminates on the meaning of his work.

Author's Note: Created for @the-slumberparty's warm up. Got the word Autonomy and really who else is going to resonate with that word than Ari. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for the beta and green light. This is realllllllly outside of my normal writing.

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Masterlist

The world needed more autonomy.  That was what Ari could say summed up his work at the Resort.  He saw it in the faces of the people he helped, their determination to be somewhere else where they could worship as they pleased.  He saw the dreams of it in the eyes of the local women who helped his companions serve the General and his men during that very tense meal he held at the Resort.  It’s what he hoped his daughter’s future would be full of.   Autonomy was what the world needed more of and he strove to help as many people find it as possible.  

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[alicewonderao3]

Scent

Summary: Orange and bergamot always meant fear and pain.

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogersxreader, Dean Winchesterxreader

Warnings: attempted kidnapping, hair pulling, bruises.

Authors note: The word I got was scent. This is what I came up with. Life has not been kind to me lately, so hopefully, this sleepover can help me work some things out. I had no beta, so all grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. Thanks, @the-slumberparty

Bright citrus and bergamot hung in the bunker, softly wafting under my nose and waking me up. I shot up like a light, the scent instantly taking me back to New York and the Tower. My heart raced in my chest as I was suddenly overcome by memories. I tried to stop myself before panic could take over, reminding myself that he didn't even know where I was, but even through the deep breaths, the panic lingered on the edges of my mind.

I slowly got out of bed, tugging on one of Dean's flannels, and eased the door open. The scent was faint here, outside the door, but I slowly followed it along the hallway, past the library, and down the hall again, nervousness slowly taking over the closer I edged to the kitchen. The scent was stronger here, and I gently pushed the door open to where the scent was the strongest.

But there was nothing. No one lingered behind the door in the dark and the kitchen was as quiet as it was yesterday before I'd gone to bed. I took a deep, steadying breath and turned around to go back to bed, already chastising myself for being scared over nothing when I smelled it again.

This time it was right in front of my nose, the cheerful notes of orange and bergamot almost gleefully laughing at me now. This was no dream. I kept my eyes closed, the scent of orange permeating my entire being. I didn't want to open my eyes, didn't want to be faced with reality, but I slowly opened my eyes to see Steve standing there in front of me.

I felt my heart sink. He'd found me. Somehow, some way, he'd found me. I didn't try to hide my expression, didn't try to hide the sadness and anger that swept over me in large waves, threatening to bring me down.

Steve met my gaze, his eyes both cold and happy at the same time. "I told you, sweetheart, that I would find you no matter where you went. It's time to come home." I could hear the soft command in his voice, knew he was serious. But I couldn't make my feet move, couldn't do anything but pray silently to Cas, hoping he'd hear me.

I stayed still, "No." My one thought was spoken softly at first, but I was firmer as I repeated myself. "No, I won't go." Steve didn't say anything, but his angry expression spoke volumes. He reached out and grabbed my arm, twisting it hard as he drove me back towards the bedrooms. I tried to stop him but I was no match for a super soldier no matter how hard I tried to fight.

He shoved me towards the bedrooms as the soft woosh of wings filled the bunker. Cas. I heard his footsteps and turned around, running toward the sound of his voice calling out my name. Steve was hot on my heels, and he caught up with me before yanking me back toward him as I rounded the corner, my eyes catching on not just Cas, but Dean too.

I fell onto the floor, wincing as Steve yanked me back by my hair. The only thing I could smell in the air now was strong and sharp, like the air before a thunderstorm. Over my head, the men traded barbs as the air almost became electrified, the scents swirling and sparking in the air. The fight would have been comical had I been paying attention to how short it was.

Cas and Sam, who I didn't even know was there, managed to subdue Steve, shoving him towards the entrance of the bunker even as he promised me he'd find me again. His voice rang out even as the Angel held him back, "There is nowhere you can't run, sweetheart."

His words echoed in my head as I stared at Dean, a bruise slowly forming on his face. My face grew hot, my eyes pricked with tears and I felt my lip wobble as I stared at him. He opened his arms and I flew across the room toward him, his soft grunt reached my ears I collided with him.

He held me tightly in his arms, whispering in my hair, and the scent of orange and bergamot was slowly replaced by the soft, earthly scent of sage, the woody scent of cedar and florals. I closed my eyes and breathed in Dean's scent, the panic receding as I calmed down. This feeling of warmth spread through my chest, this was home.

Right here in Dean's arms, safe and protected, just like he always promised me, was the scent of sage and cedar and it would always be what I loved best.

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[projecttreehouse]

tips for setting the scene

it’s easy to get caught up in dialogue or a character’s internal dialogue and forget altogether that they, too, exist in their own physical world. as authors, it’s primarily our job to convey the exact amount of information: the reader is on a need to know basis, but they also need to know enough to draw their own conclusions. i’ll admit, it’s a difficult task, but here are some tips to help set a scene:

- imagine the world from the eyes of your character: how do they see things? do they see the big picture first or are they drawn to smaller details that others don’t often notice? what’s pulling their attention away from the action or their own thoughts?

- breathe life into your scenes: i don’t mean the english teacher’s equivalent of “the curtains were blue means that the character is sad.” i’m talking about the blue filter in Twilight that conveys the “constant cover of clouds and rain” and the shift from the Arizona desert to the cool Pacific Northwest. think about all the small details that convey information about a scene and allow the readers to make inferences. if the character walks along a street and the yards shift from overgrown hedges with frayed yard chairs and a birdbath containing a mini swamp to yards with freshly cut grass with white picket fences and ornate wreathes hanging on the doors, you’re providing all of the details for readers to make an inference. context is needed, too, but that will be provided in the whole of your novel or short story. don’t be afraid to provide details and use figurative language.

- spread out your details: did you feel bombarded in the last tip? i provided a lot of details quickly, all at once, without spreading them between action, dialogue, or internal dialogue. i’m not going to stop you from being the next J.R.R. Tolkien if that’s how you like to write, but try not to overwhelm the reader with details all at once. it will feel more natural if you spread things out and allow the reader to feel as if they, too, are with the character in their environment. this is more of a stylistic tip, so take it with a grain of salt and think about what will work best for your novel. always go back to that and to what your character is seeing. how is this all playing out for them? how can you put feeling into the scene?

- place your characters within the scene: where are they in their environment? how are they interacting with the people or objects in it? what do they think about these things? you don’t need to tell the reader everything your character does, but provide enough information so that we don’t get lost in their movement or stagnation. it helps to have someone else read your work if you’re struggling with this part. if they’re lost as to where the character is or what they’re doing, chances are a good portion of your readers will be confused, too. check out your prepositions. are there too many? too few? use them, but don’t abuse them.

happy writing! if you need help setting a scene or have any questions, our ask box is always open!

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[inkskinned]

you sometimes get called guarded, but that's not quite right, is it? the moon comes up and all you want is to show the soft parts of you, the little glen in your heart all full of pink song.

you call yourself skittish when what you mean is that there are swathes of you burned out and rotting. that what you guard so dearly is all you have left - that you fought so hard for even this small hope, of course you hold it precious. you want to be loved. you want to open up the doors and have the flowers streak in. and yet - angelic, you stand with sword on fire; a warning. snapping and clawing and biting rather than risking the worst. always tearing things apart from the inside out. always leaving first. anything, anything. you just can't risk the possibility there will be another season of hurt.

but no matter how much steel you force into your bones. inside of you there's this horrible desperate hum - please, please. please. i don't want to keep looking. just please be the one.

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[schuylerpeck]

no, no one could ever accuse you of taking things too easy. I'm not saying it to be cute. you have to know by now, the way you run yourself into the ground. living so cautiously, as if not to leave your own footprints in the snow. I wonder if you've ever allowed yourself the comfort of curling into your own arms at the end of a well-worked day, never mind the idea of accepting your own embrace any given day at all.

I wish someone would have told you sooner, that things can be sweet without the sweat of deserving it. that it isn't selfish to enjoy. that basking in something doesn't mean you're any closer to losing it. a good job, a good friend, a good love enters your life and soon you'll wonder what you can do to earn what you now already have.

I've felt it, the way the bed shifts when you've finally fallen asleep. muscles so tangled and mind so busy, that even in the space you charade rest, there's still something braced. something that only lets go when sleep forces a knuckle unfurled; the weight of all your knots relaxing.

it doesn't matter how this winding was born; if reason or excuse sits more comfortably on your tongue. I worry about how long a star can sustain imploding; wonder with every year of steeled lungs, you're wiping away another tally mark at the end of the line. would it scare you, if I said there is no collapse in easing your shoulders back? that you have kept watch for such a long time, what's rung all the alarms has long since gone. if I told you there was no danger in closing your eyes right here. would you believe me?

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[siriuslygay1981]

Click. Click. Clickclick-

Remus felt his agitation start to rise

Click. Clickcli-

His arm shoots out quickly and snatches the pen before he chucks it across the common room violently. He doesn't look up from his book even with the scandalized gasp and soft sound of the pen hitting the ground.

He turns the page and almost sighs in relief. His irritation slowly going away. Finally some peace and quiet.

Click.

His head whips to the side where Sirius holds another pen. He practically snarls as he slams his book shut, he looks at Sirius and crosses his arms.

"Sirius, for my sanity...what the fuck are you doing?" He hissss angrily

Sirius waves him off his finger drifting towards the back of the pen again. Remus latches onto his wrist and waits for Sirius to look at him. Sirius still looks out of it even as he slowly makes eye contact but he doesn't click the stupid pen again, so he counts it as a win.

"Spit it out or get rid of the pen." He gently takes the pen and shoves it in his robe pocket, now feeling concerned. What had Sirius so out of it?

"I just....do you think regulus has been seeing someone?" Sirius asks after a long period of silence. He stares at his hands and then to where Remus still holds him gently.

Remus let's go and sighs. He resists the urge to hex Sirius before taking a deep breath. He looks around the common room and doesn't see anyone who can take over this ridiculous conversation so he powers on. He shrugs nonchalantly, tries to figure out what he knows.

"why do you say that?"

Sirius shrugs and drums his fingers against the table in front of them. Remus twitches, his lips pursing together.

"Just..a feeling. He'd tell me if he was, wouldn't he?" He murmurs. He suddenly stills and whips his head towards Remus

"are you dating my brother!?"

It's such an absurd question, such a stupid silly thing to ask. Remus bursts into laughter, his stomach aches, he can barely breathe. By the time he's in tears he sees Sirius' put out look so he tries to calm down and take this seriously.

"Siri- Sirius please- what are you on about-" he shakes his head and wipes the tears from his eyes still grinning

"Lord no...no I'm not- what don't give me that look!" He exclaims

Sirius glowers at him and pouts, swiftly turning his body away from Remus in a childish way of saying 'im mad at you'.

"Did you want me to say yes!? Pads what is your problem?"

He turns towards Sirius with a raised eyebrow

"You said it as if he was gross! I thought you were best friends!"

Remus gaped at Sirius for a moment before pinching the bridge of his nose

"Pads...I can't believe I have to say this-" he takes a deep breath and exhales harshly

"I'm not attracted to your brother but he's still attractive...objectively."

Sirius scowls deeper and huffs

Remus thinks about jumping off the astronomy tower.

"now what's the problem?"

"Well...it's just weird you said he's attractive. He's younger than you and he's my brother!"

Remus' eye twitches

"One he's only a year younger and two he's of age- no wait- you were mad I didn't think he was attractive and now your mad I said he is?"

"Yes! Maybe I'll just go see prongs! He'd never be so terrible to me!"

Oh how wrong he was. Remus almost snorted, he watched as Sirius stomped out of the common room with fond eyes. He was irritated for sure but he was also highly amused.

Pulling out the map he quickly searches for James's name. He isn't surprised to see him far too close to one regulus black. Rolling his eyes he searches for Sirius and immediately chokes on a laugh

"Oh boy...that's not good."

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[soul-struck]

oh, because love is like that feeling i get in my ribs after drinking black coffee and forgetting to eat, a fluttering in my chest, in my fingers, the shortness of breath when i stand up and that strange weakness in my legs. why is love always pain and forgetting for me. i wish i could love like my brother, like buying birthday cards and keychains and necklaces, why can't i love like love isn't pain to me?

and, oh my god, you think i'm being so overdramatic when i tell you this, but you don't understand. someone once told me that i fall in love with any kindness someone shows to me, because once i fell off my bike and i didnt cry because i thought it didnt hurt that bad, but when a stranger offered me bandages and antiseptic, i started sobbing.

im so terribly unequipped to fall in love it sickens me. because i enjoy storms and lately it rains with the sun still out and i hate it because it feels all wrong.

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[6-2-aestheticsofhate]

Do you think she's single

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[the-slumberparty]

Warm Up: One-Word Drabbles Masterlist

Below is a collection of entries submitted for the Writer’s Warm Up.

Marvel

Shatter [Bucky Barnes, Marvel] - @navybrat817 (masterlist)

Forever [Bucky Barnes, Marvel] - @callingsergeantbarnes (masterlist)

The Gift [Bucky Barnes, Marvel] - @rookthorne (masterlist)

Keep Your Eyes On Me [Bucky Barnes, Marvel] - @frostironfudge (masterlist)

Tactics [Bucky Barnes, Marvel] - @buckets-and-trees (masterlist)

That Walk [Bucky Barnes, Marvel] - @bucky-barnes-diaries (masterlist)

blackheart [Bucky Barnes, Marvel] - @onceuponastory (masterlist)

Discreet [Tony Stark, Marvel] - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (masterlist)

Scent [Steve Rogers, Marvel; Dean Winchester, Supernatural] - @alicewonderao3 (masterlist)

Moving (in) [Steve Rogers, Marvel] - @ironlady1993 (masterlist)

Only You [Steve Rogers x Reader] - @flordeamatista (masterlist)

The Grieving Widow [Steve Rogers x Reader] - @mochie85 (masterlist)

Mourning [Wanda Maximoff, Marvel] - @late-to-the-party-81 (masterlist)

After Last Night [ Xu Shangqi, Marvel] - @tom-whore-dleston (masterlist)

Gilded Cage [Thor, Marvel] - @michelleleewise (masterlist)

Popcorn [Thor, Marvel] - @ficnation (masterlist)

Other Chris Evans Characters

The Chores [Ari Levinson, Red Sea Diving Resort] - @theycallmebecca (masterlist)

Autonomy [Ari Levinson, Red Sea Diving Resort] - @peyton-warren (masterlist)

Help [Ari Levinson, Red Sea Diving Resort; Walter Marshall, Night Hunter] - @georgiapeach30513 (masterlist)

Formation [Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man] - @ronearoundblindly (masterlist)

Other Sebastian Stan Characters

The Guardian [Lee Bodecker, The Devil All The Time] - @springdandelixn (masterlist)

Off the Beaten Track [Lee Bodecker, The Devil All The Time] - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (masterlist)

Black Crown [Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time; Hal Carter, Picnic] - @sgt-seabass (masterlist)

Other Fandoms

Silver [Laurie, Little Women] - @darksideofthecocoamoon {masterlist)

bigmouth [Aaron Hotchner, Criminal Minds) - @masterwords (masterlist)

None of your concern [Rhett Abbott, Outer Range) - @gennyanydots (masterlist)

Buried [Thomas Sharpe, Crimson Peak] - @colorsunimaginable (ao3)

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[apalapucian]

crossbow, gun, and magic

i. lily evans knows archery. loves it. grew up to it. she likes the power, the aesthetic. the quiet sort of majesty. the associated memories of her father in one of her wealthy uncle's farms, where he taught her how to shoot. everything was as green and blue as they could get. the field was so vast it felt endless to her as a child. the mountains on the horizon were crayon drippings of the sky, crushed cornflower, galaxies away. somehow they have all shrunk over time, so impossibly small when she visits, much later. (with james, a day after graduation, two years after her dad's death. dad, she says to the gravestone under the old apple tree, this is my boyfriend, james. the target board is chipped and fading but still nailed on the trunk. james's hand is laced with hers, his thumb running soothing lines along the length of her index finger. hello, sir, he says. bows slightly; makes lily chuckle. a real honor. and lily's heart soars, feels like the smooth swoosh of an arrow being let go; the sweet, clean piercing of the highest possible score.)

ii. sirius black's mum teaches him how to use a gun at as early as four years old. by the time he's seven, he's considered a prodigy. by the time he's nine, he's seen more dead bodies than he ought to at his age. (at any age, he realizes later, but not till much so.) by the time he's eleven, he's known enough to really question the 'family business', but not enough to know for sure who is safe to ask. the grey in his eyes turns from storm to smog, mellows from waves to murk, and he hates these words, loathes them; they are as horrid as what he's turning into. he hates almost everything. his reflection in the mirror. his reflection in his brother. god. hates hates hates watching himself in regulus. that same shift. that same — deadening. hates how he tries to stop it but he can't. by the time he's sixteen, he leaves. refuses pointblank for things to be too late for him, and runs. calls the storm back, yells, thrashes in his sleep. recreates the chaos, angers the elements. doesn't ever stay still long enough for the haunting to drag him back there. to — the itch of a starched suit in church, bags of money in candle-lit rooms. shiny red sneers around shiny white teeth. for as long as he lives he refuses to enter any establishment with stained-glass windows. vows to never touch a gun ever again.

iii. the kind of magic james potter does is the card-guessing sleight-of-hand kind, the same kind that won his mum over in a pub many many summers ago; the dust swirling in shafts of light as vivid now in memory as during its time. the way her index finger traced the rim of her topaz drink. the way her hair moved in the afternoon sun. if i guess your card, they ask, like father like son, will you let me buy you a drink? and it's the same old story. ace of spades. a smile that can't be helped. crooked skeptics muttering, of course that fucking boy gets that kinda girl; such is the unfair way of life. jukebox nostalgia and hazy florals on the dance floor and the girl saying yes once that one time, twice another, and then, somehow, by some miracle, yes forever. in this universe the kind of magic james does is the rabbit-out-of-the-hat coin-behind-your-ear flowers-out-of-nowhere kind; harry's peals of laughter high and bright in the yellow-painted nursery.

like stars, harry, sirius said. like uncle padfoot.

like how you boys make me feel, lily said.

iv. (the kind of magic james does is resurrecting hurricanes and hitting bullseye without really knowing it.)

#jily #jily* #jily modern au #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #jily au #jily fanfiction #jple #jily fic #??????? #brain dump warm up dsjkfhdsfh sorry #writerisms #apalapucian*

[ninasdrafts]

I‘m trying to see this for what it is: a new chance, an opening. A clean slate. A way of the universe unmistakably showing me that one phase is over and I’m ready to dive into the next. But all I see is defeat. All I see is the fear of not deserving to end up where I want to be. My thoughts are overwhelming. My doubts are endless. I‘m a well that’s filled to the brim, but my water is poisoned. I‘m a finished painting, a portrait drawn in the most vibrant colours, but the knife is already grasped in my hand. I want to scratch off layer after layer and start again, not because I‘m unhappy with the outcome, but because I don’t know how to do something different. Something new. It’s all old news and repetitions of past mistakes and I don’t know how to break free from this spiral. It comes down to the same thing: I‘m scared senseless. This fear has become a part of me and I don’t know how to let it go. I don’t know how to look at the future without feeling overwhelmed by it. I want to write about hope next, but I‘m not feeling it right now. But one of these days, I will. I will.

one of these days, I’ll write about hope / n.j.

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