#fic lottery

[boxofbonesfic]

“Do No Harm” 🔥

Doctor!Steve Kemp x Nurse!Reader

Summary: Hospitals are haunted by death, by things that might have been, could have been—are. But the ghosts that haunt St. Everett’s Hospital seem to be more than just rumors spread by the older nurses. These ghosts are hungry.

“Tepata”

Minotaur!Thor x Reader

Summary: You are the lamb led to slaughter, you are the demon’s mistress, the monster’s bride—you are the one who lived.

“Reciprocity” 🔥

Lloyd Hansen x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Your toxic ex doesn’t take too kindly to his portrayal in your best-selling self-help debut.

“What if, What if”🔥

Dark Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Summary: To make ends meet, you begin selling your panties online. But when one of your subscribers begins to get pushy, you’re forced to reevaluate. 

“Inside”🔥

Dark!Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader, Peter Parker x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: It’s easy to see what people want you to see, the things they readily show you, the secrets they easily share. But you will come to learn that none of that counts for anything—not inside.

“Dust to Dust”🔥

Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Your momma always warned you about men with badges. Nothing good could come of a man with too much power and nobody to answer to, that’s what she said. Her theory is tested when your younger brother is caught up in something he shouldn’t be, and the Sheriff agrees to look the other way—for a price. 

“America’s Next Top Asshole”🧸

Model!Ransom x Model!Reader

Summary: Wanna be on top? Of course you do—and that’s why, after fighting your way through an entire season’s worth of competitors, you can’t bear to lose to Ransom-fucking-Drysdale. Sweet one minute, and sour the next—like sugar venom. 

“[Redacted]” 🔥

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: At the height of summer, the power grid goes down in New York City. You, of course, are grateful that *the* Captain America takes it upon himself to make sure you get home safe and sound. 

“Burn it all” 🔥

Ghostface!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter knows love. He knows the softness of it, knows what it feels like to be wrapped in it—but he knows it can be hard too. Cutting and sharp and bloody—but he can do it for you. He would do anything for you. 

“Into Fire” 🔥

Soft Dark!Andy Barber x Divorcee!Reader

Summary: Your bitter divorce suddenly becomes easier to manage when you hire a new attorney. His results are so good they should be illegal—in fact, they actually might be. 

i can’t wait to see what you guys choose!

#fic lottery #choose your fighter #voice from the bones #boxofbonesfic

[des8pudels8kern]

If I were to write a Star Wars fic (which I won’t, as working full-time does not leave me with enough mental energy to be properly actively fannish), it’d be an epic AU where Obi-Wan also falls down the shaft at the climax of his fight with Maul, is presumed dead, and then pops up during the Clone Wars as a mysterious agent of chaos whose initial goal is just to rattle and provoke the Jedi into shedding at least a bit of their apathy disguised as serenity and their superiority complex (so, Obi-Wan choosing to help an entire planet of children caught in a horrific war was bad and aggressive, deserving of first repudiation and then probation, but when Knights and Masters order enslaved sentients into battle it’s duty and necessary to uphold the values of the Republic and thus Order?). He’s bitter, he’s angry, and he wants to destroy the Order. Well, the Order as it is. All talk, so little regard for actual decency, and no infrastructure in place to protect the children under their care.

There’d be a semi-humorous scene where Cody (who is... compromised, okay, he knows it, but this evil fallen force user is just different from the other evil fallen force users, okay) comes across Obi-Wan, bleeding from a fresh gash on his head (”What happened to you? - Oh, nothing, dear one; I just tripped.”) one eye clenched shut where the blood is dribbling down, yada yada, they do their usual song and dance about no, you question your allegiance and join my side, and then.

What’s that?

Cody bends down and picks up the thing that’s caught his attention. It’s round, and not quite flat, and ye--- yellow. He narrows his eyes at the infuriating pain in the ass in front of him.

“Tripped, huh? Deliberately, I assume?”

The man’s gaze flits down to the coloured lens balancing on Cody’s finger now, the exact same shade as his one open eye.

“When you arrived, the light of your presence overwhelmed me and caused me to falter. It can be quite challenging when one has delved as far into the dark as I have,” the fucker tries to lie to Cody’s face, voice as serene as the calmest of Jedi Generals fresh out of meditation, and maybe Cody needs to reconsider how trustworthy anything spoken in that tone really is.

Cody throws the lens at him, and the offending item manages to land on his chest, where blood has soaked into the shirt, and sticks to the fabric, staring at him accusingly.

“What kind of nerf-brained idiot fakes being a Sith? The entire Order is after you!”

The nerf-brain winces, then sighs and droops. He rubs a hand through his suddenly tired-looking face. The blood from his apparently actually self-inflicted head-wound that was meant to disguise the missing lens is smeared all over his cheek now, which looks ridiculous and is somewhat worrisome because Cody is used to bloodshed and knows that it’s usually not a good sign when people forget that they are bleeding. It does match the bone-deep exhaustion etched in the other man’s features, though, now that his mask of flirtatious nonchalance has dropped.

“In my defence, I honestly did not expect it to go this far.” He spreads his hands and pulls a somewhat forced-looking version of his usual boyish grin. “I assumed I would get in two, maybe three strikes before the Order went on alert and I got caught. When they didn’t, I decided to... provide further motivation.”

His right eye is grey-blue, as fathomlessly deep as the waters of Kamino, and Cody wonders what can drive a man to pretend to be evil incarnate to catch the attention of an organisation of essentially super-powered sentients in the middle of a war.

Another trickle of blood from the absolutely needless head wound snakes its way down the side of the man’s face, making it clear that, whatever his motivation might be it’s not a healthy sense of self-preservation.

Maybe Cody can get him to take out the other lens, too, so he can check his eyes for signs of a concussion.

And get a closer look at the colour.

...At least now he’s not compromised by a Sith anymore?

#not!fic #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #no i'm not one of those people who think the jedi were bad and deserved to be eradicated but they clearly needed some checks and balances #there are more than enough highly worrying events in obi-wan's backstory #and tbh anakin clearly would have benefitted from more mental health resources #ah i miss writing #can't i just win the lottery? #fake sith obi wan

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

"If Rose is over there and she's all you want in the universe and you're desperate to get to her..." -David Tennant aka the biggest shipper ever lol

She's not what he most wants in the universe, there's not a list of things he wants and she's at the top but rather all he wants in the universe 😍😍😍

I think losing the TARDIS would definitely be painful and difficult for him, but he's ultimately getting what he wants--to be with Rose

#doctor who #tenrose #tentoorose #tenth doctor #rose tyler #tentoo #timepetals #going through it tonight ya'll lol #he won the freaking lottery years after thinking he'd lost her FOREVER #sorry to say but i literally cannot stand to even see fics about how he wouldn't want to be with her in pete's world or she'd leave him #everyone is entitled to write whatever they want but damn we get an actual canon love story 😍 #my ramblings

[themonopolyhat]

sometimes i am consumed by mace windu feelings and i just want to write him a 50K action-adventure hurt/comfort romance fic full of jedi philosophy and cool force bullshit and pew pew! and tons of snuggles but real life stressors steal all of my writer go-go juice

#writing #writing problems #fanfiction #mace windu my beloved #top tier reason to win the lottery honestly #quit job write fic #that's my lottery retirement plan #mace windu

[miamierre]

engineerierre u will always be famous to me

#if i won the lottery id quit my job and write this fic in a heartbeat

[shivvroys]

i know this has been done already but since u reblogged a post about it i would absolutely kill for your take on if karolina found shiv scheduling her grief instead of tom 🙏

first off, thank you so much for the ask, and sorry for the long long wait!!

secondly, i've cheated a bit - this was supposed to be a part of the fic that i'm currently writing, but i've had to cut it. I'm really fond of it, though, so I hope you like it :)

it's a much milder take than i'd envisioned, and in the context of an established relationship i definitely would've made it angstier, but i think it fits somewhat close to canon

read below <3

'Indulged child' — seven letters, starts with an S or the healing properties of the NYT Games app

Karolina steps into the meeting room, tension already melting off her shoulders, and almost trips on the poorly installed carpeting when she spots Siobhan sitting at the end of the conference table. Her head is bowed, cradled between her hands, so Karolina can’t see her face.

“Oh, sorry.” she blinks, stopping a few feet away from the table. “I didn’t know you had the room booked.”

Karolina watches as Shiv turns her head, attempting to cover the fact that she’d been crying. She wipes hurriedly at her nose, and only meets Karolina’s eyes after she’s composed herself.

“It’s fine.” she shrugs. “I’m done anyway.”

Then, Shiv rises from her chair quickly and begins clearing her things off the table before Karolina has the chance to say anything. She hasn’t brought many things: some pens, a notebook that’s been opened on a blank page, a pack of tissues, Shiv’s tablet—just enough knick-knacks to make it seem like she’d been working. Shiv’s back is turned to Karolina so she can’t see all of the table, but she knows it couldn’t take more than a few seconds to gather everything.

Still, she stays silent, watching the lines of Shiv’s shoulders like landmines, like birds about to take flight. As if reminding herself of their existence—and reminding herself to control them, she pulls her hands closer to herself.

“Are you—”

“I’m good.” Shiv cuts her off. She finally turns to face Karolina, her things now stacked on top of each other in her hands. “It’s all yours.” she nods towards the table.

Karolina takes a tentative step forward as Shiv starts making her way out of the room. As she approaches the table, she spots Shiv’s phone lying face down. She sets her things on the table, before turning to Shiv.

“Oh, Shiv, I think you forgot—”

As she calls out, the phone begins ringing. She picks it up, turning it around to see the timer notification flashing on the screen.

“Were you meditating?” she frowns, cracking a smile.

She reaches to hand Shiv the phone, pretending not to see the tiny trail of blood pooling at the base of her thumb nail.

“No.” Shiv swallows. A beat. “Crying, actually, yeah.”

She clears her throat, tilting her head as if challenging Karolina to say anything. To throw a punch.

“I—I’m so sorry, Shiv.” Karolina blinks, barely croaking the words out. “I’ll let you—”

“It’s fucking fine, Karolina.” Shiv snaps. “Take the goddamn room. I’m done.”

Her eyes are red-rimmed, and the hand she’s raised to silence Karolina is just shy of shaking.

“I’m just hiding out from Kendall.” Karolina sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “He keeps asking me for feedback on his pitch but all it is, is just—buzzwords.”

She catches the faintest smile flash across Shiv’s face, which spurs her on.

“Dynamic. Innovation. Convergence.” she coos, raising her brows and shaking her hands in front of herself like an old-timey snake-oil seller.

That gets a full-fledged chuckle out of Shiv, and when Karolina drops her hands and sets her face into a familiar scowl it erupts into real laughter. She lets Shiv enjoy this brief reprieve, before gesturing to the room.

“So please, take the room. I have my assistant blocking it as important, so it’s yours for the next hour. I can hide out someplace else.”

She doesn’t give Shiv a chance to refuse, grabbing her things and turning to leave before Shiv takes a step forwards, blocking her way.

“I’m not going to sit here and cry for an entire fucking hour.” Shiv scowls, shaking her head. Then, she nods towards Karolina’s bag and the laptop peeking out of it. “What were you gonna do while you were hiding?”

“Catch up on work, probably, I don’t know.” Karolina pulls her lips into a tight line. “Maybe a crossword?”

“Crossword?” Shiv raises a brow. She looks Karolina up and down, frowning. “How old are you, again?”

“Right, sorry—” Karolina sucks her teeth, raising a pointed brow. “I assume the last puzzle you were able to solve came on the back of a cereal box?”

“Well, yeah, because after that I got real hobbies.” Shiv shakes her head, her grinning. “What, d’you play those hidden object games, too? Look for tiny fucking keys in those weird drawings?”

Karolina looks down as her cheeks start burning. Shiv catches it, and bursts into laughter.

“Oh my god. Karolina, no.”

A part of her wants to believe she’s only doing it for Siobhan’s sake. That she’s humoring the other woman as an act of kindness—some version of an apology for not extending any kind of support after Logan’s death. But she’s apologized enough times in her life to know one rarely finds delight in the act of apology, so when her eyes meet Shiv’s and she lets her lips turn up into a smile, Karolina knows the real reason she hasn’t left the room already is much simpler—she doesn’t want to.

“What hobby should I pick up, then, Siobhan?”

“God, there’s so many.” Shiv’s cheeks puff out. “Let’s see…”

She starts listing what Karolina guesses are her ideas of a pensioner’s hobbies: gardening, knitting, pickling, making jams—getting all the way down to walking around parks and standing all still and creepy to watch pigeons.

With each finger she uses to enumerate, Shiv’s grin widens. Karolina nods her along, pretending to be impressed until Shiv runs out of ideas.

“Or just volunteer at an elderly home.” she shrugs. “I’m sure the ladies would love to have you over for canasta.”

“Mhm.” Karolina nods, pursing her lips. “I’ll think about it.”

They sit in silence for a brief moment, neither making a first step.

“So, uh, can I see one?” Shiv finally asks.

“See what?”

“One of your crosswords, nerd.” she chuckles.

“Oh.” Karolina blinks. “I mean—really, Shiv, I can let you be—” she points to the door.

“Well, I don’t feel like crying anymore.” Shiv clears her throat, cutting her off. “And I don’t feel like going back out there yet, so… Unless you’re, you know, very private about your… crosswords.”

Karolina rolls her eyes. As she turns around to rummage through her bag for her tablet, Shiv steps closer until she’s right behind Karolina. When she leans forward to put her own things back on the table her arm brushes against Karolina’s. From up close, Karolina can distinguish each thin trail of blood wrapped around the irises of her eyes, and the blue shadows creeping up from under her concealer.

In the months after her own father’s passing, Karolina remembers going through them like candies.

Each week, she would reach into the bottom of her bag and pull up crumpled up receipts for concealer, whiskey, and the occasional lottery ticket—her dad’s guilty pleasure.

She used the same numbers each time, just like he'd taught her: each of their birthdays, twenty-eight, and eleven.

On the last ticket she bought, she put down the date of his death: seventeen, three, twenty, eight, then twenty-eight, and eleven.

It won her $10 that she never bothered to cash in.

So, she knows what it’s like—the make-up, the perfectly timed crying breaks, the split ends, the furrowed brows. The way it would hit (and still does, sometimes, on rainy days) so suddenly it would leave her breathless, like something had dislodged itself within her chest and all day long she’d have go on with her business as if that horrible rattling wasn’t ringing in her ears and reverberating inside her entire body like a war drum.

Karolina knows what Shiv is going through, but she also knows that grief is like a fingerprint. That it belongs so intimately to the person going through it. Defined by the very matter of their being, and from the moment it has formed—defining them in return.

So she doesn’t offer an apology, or a hug or, worse, advice. Instead, she sits down and waits for Shiv to do the same. When she does, Karolina turns on her tablet and opens the crossword app with her upturned hand stretched out towards Shiv, palm open and fingerprints exposed.

Then, Karolina begins explaining the basic rules of crosswords.

#shivlina #shiv x karolina #karolina novotney #siobhan roy #succession fic #im feeling funky w my writing rn ://// this mammoth fic is beating my damn ass #karolina nyt games app stan??? more likely than you'd think #i didnt write that particular date month first because i'm not a heathen #so its march 17th 2008 #i chose the date randomly but according to birthdayjamz dot com the most popular song that day was 'love in this club' by usher #and you know what they SHOULD be makin love in the clubbbb #and 28.11 is czechoslovak independence day #NO ONE gets between a european dad and his 'lucky' lottery numbers (everyone's birthday or the day their favorite team qualified for uefa) #my fics #prompt fill

[ms-moonlight-inn]

The Lottery

Chapter 18: The Epilogue

Click here to start from the beginning.

Click here to go straight to the epilogue. Featuring this art form the fabulous @darthvaders-wife

#ian and mickey #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #the lottery fic #lottery au #shameless fanfiction #shameless #shameless fanart #@darthvaders wife

[loadednachosao3]

They choose a random person to corrupt but have like a list of candidates and Lalo falls for one who is Nacho?

inch resting 👀 lmao @ Nacho winning the worst lotteries known to man all his life

#just kidding Lalo laying eggs inside u is the best lottery #a littery some might say #laugh at once. #ask tag #night-ambit #fic tag

[shmaptainwrites]

I’d love to be added to the lottery!! I’ve just recently really gotten into House and am halfway through S2 with a huge crush on Wilson lmao

oh my goodness i’m so happy you decided to join! welcome to the wilson simp club bestie! ill add your name to the list :)

want to join the lottery: click here!

want to join my taglist: click here!

#mimi answers #mimi’s fic lottery #james wilson #james wilson x reader #james wilson x you

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

i suffer the ultimate loss as a bsd enjoyer i will never recover

#i fucking lost the lottery here #its all smut its all fem reader i cant even read some of them bc of the associations with a certain word i look at one and go he would NOT #fucking say that. etc etc etc #my life is one of misery i will never recover #yes i know the answer to this is to write my own fic. but im too tired sleeby for this #aethers rants

[missdema]

New Scaramona fic

Dahlia ⊱ link

⊱ Tags: Modern AU, Florist x Tattoo Artist

⊱ Words: 2,236

⊱ Mona tattoo artist x Scaramouche florist AU and my participation in the Scaramona Summer Lottery.

#fanfiction writer #ao3 writer #fic #ao3fic #fanfiction #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #scaramouche #scaramona #mona genshin impact #mona megistus #mona x scaramouche #scaramouche x mona #scaramona summer lottery 2023

[b-o-e]

i’m kinda embarrassed to reveal my identity so i apologize that i constantly send anon messages 😭😭

u don’t need to post this if it’s overwhelming! but if u read this…

TY DJFJSJ AND UR ABSOLUTELY WELCOME I CANT WAIT TO SEE IT!! BUT PLS PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF 🫵🏼👿💓💓💞💞

UR WRITING IS AMAZING AND IT TASTES GOOD 😤

WITH THAT SAID IM GONNA GO REREAD UR FICS FOR THE 2858284882TH TIME AS I SHOULD 😏

ALSO HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT *smooch* 🤭

- luna <33

I’m gonna answer this now cause I’m on my break and feel like it (plus it’s luna so obviously I want to hajshaha)

I don’t mind the anon messages whatsoever!! if I did, they wouldn’t be turned on, but that is not the case! I completely understand being shy or just being private, because that is how I like to be as well cause I’m embarrassed to talk to people. anon asking for the win B)

again, I just. AHHH. TOMORROW!!! it’s all set up to be posted!!! then Wednesday is my only day off this week so I will probably try to spend it writing! hopefully I’m able to and am not in the negatives with motivation levels by then, I have been doing unbelievably well so far compared to my past AGHSGAH, hopefully it stays that way B)

ALAS! THAT IS ALL! LUNA, TOMORROW, AHHHH TOMORROW AHDIAHSJAJ!!!! I am SO PUMPED to hear what you think!!!

#boe babbles #luna <3 #I also got another ask that was very neat and I will be dissecting it when I’m done work tonight!!! or at least try to!!! agshgaha #drink water! eat food! use the toilet! shower! brush your teeth! anything is a win B) #also I bought my first lottery tickets yesterday since I’m old enough to and won $12 WOOOOO but my mom gave me $21 for them so B) fat L #I’ll take it tho #the next fic actually was almost accidentally queued for and hour and a half ago. I would’ve CRIED if I didn’t catch it GAHSGAH

[mayalaen]

I only have 2 modes after getting off:

instantly fall asleep (srsly i wake up with the tablet on my face)

instant energy boost and clean the house

There's no in between, and I never know which one it's gonna be.

#like playing the lottery i guess #about me #real life #i don't even know how to tag this #this time i got the energy boost #cleaned the pool #cleaned the kitchen #and wrote 2 chapters of my fic #and i'm still wide awake

[waywardsalt]

Personal Linebeck headcanons part 2

part one: x

(under cut since this is a bit long again)

He’s got fairly low empathy, but has made a point to try and make up for that by becoming perceptive and teaching himself what most facial expressions look like and what they mean. Still, he has trouble reading the room and catching onto when someone is hiding their feelings, and sometimes it just goes right over his head if he doesn’t care to look into it.

He technically doesn’t know how to fight, but if he does have to fight, he fights dirty and like a cornered animal. He has bitten multiple people.

He’s not great at filtering what he says; he curses extremely frequently and can get really nasty with people he hates.

He actually hates interacting with other people and despises the reputation he’s built for himself.

Similarly, his social skills are actually pretty bad. He doesn’t really know how to honestly interact with others since he’s used to defaulting to masking in front of others and mimicking them.

He has polydactyly, with six toes on each foot. They’re all functional and haven’t caused any issues, but it makes it hell for him to find fitting shoes.

He draws a lot and is a pretty good artist in his own right. On the other hand, his handwriting is downright atrocious.

He likes the rain better than any other kind of weather. He gets colds often since he sits out the rain for a little too long, but has a good time with it anyways.

Of the three spirits, he ends up liking Leaf the most, even trusting him a bit.

He’s of Gerudo descent, and has in his possession some old Gerudo books and stories. He can read and even speak a bit of the Gerudo language, and sometimes insults people in it- that way, he avoids retaliation since pretty much no one else knows the language.

#loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #linebeck #i am aware that most of the time polydactyly usually only appears on one foot or hand but hey linebeck won the genetic lottery with that one #also that one is based off of cats. bc theres a lot of cats with extra toes n stuff #this is against the grain of the general fandom but i think linebeck is an absolute wreck of a person. feral unsocialized cat. #regional champion of Bottling Everything Up #the one about him liking leaf the most is inspired by maybe a small handful of old ph fanfics? like that was an idea i remember reading abt #anyways yeah linebeck is link's scruffy mentally ill older brother that taught himself engineering principles #i should get around to my replaying of ph to write on linebeck being viewed as autistic i keep forgetting about it lol #but linebeck being genuinely kinda terrible to the point of occasionally antagonistic is fun and gives him more room to grow #also! half gerudo linebeck. v good headcanon i personally love it dearly. please dont let the gerudo be forgotten with ganondorf past ww #thats something i want to write a fic abt but thats for a later project tbh #also recently been playing with the idea of social isolation in relation to linebeck. #hes basically famous and yet hes connected to no one and never actually allows anyone to... KNOW him #i digress #i think linebeck has potential to be unhinged #salty talks

[eskawrites]

Y’all gotta stop being so nice to me on ao3 it’s going straight to my head

#someone just quoted one of my fav lines of the whole fic in their comment and I felt like I won the lottery #every comment is an early Christmas present to meeeee <3 ily all #celebrity fake dating au

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(james potter and sirius black in compression shorts. yes? yes.)

#on tight ends and wide receivers #remus is literally just pulling his hair out this entire fic #and then hears the commentators say things like Coming In From the Back #and Remus is like '...please tell me yall heard that one. no? no?!?' #he just wants to write a silly little paper for his silly little grade #not be immersed into football culture and sweat over handsome boys every day #(he doesn't mind) (he's secretly thrilled) (he won the lottery)