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amidnightjen · 11 months
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The man who opens the door is not her brother. He’s just as tall as she remembered Evan being but he’s dark haired and brown eyed and a complete stranger.
He’s also holding a baby in one arm. It’s the baby who holds her gaze. Soft blonde curls, startling blue eyes and a tiny little birthmark.
“Can I help you?” The man asks, growing at her and then shifting his baby slightly further out of her reach as though he’s worried she’s going to snatch the little girl and run.
“I’m looking for Evan,” she tells the man.
“He’s not here.”
“Oh. Sorry, I, uh - he lives here, though? Evan Buckley?”
“Yeah,” the man confirms slowly. “Who are you?” He still sounds wary and she feels so wrong footed. She hadn’t really thought much beyond running, beyond finding her baby brother.
“I’m Maddie,” she says, and even as she does, she wonders if it will even mean anything to this man. This man who is holding a tiny little baby version of Evan.
But the man’s eyebrows shoot up and he takes a step back, not to protect himself further, she realises, but to give her room to come inside. “Oh, wow, uh, you should come in.”
“I can wait out here,” she offers, still remembering his earlier caution.
The man snorts. “And let him come home and find you waiting outside? Nah, he’d kill me.”
“He might not want to see me,” she cautions because she has to prepare herself for the the possibility that he won’t want to see her.
The man snorts. “I’m Eddie by the way,” he introduces, shutting the door behind her. He bounces the baby in his arms gently, adding, “This is Maddie.”
The sob that tears out of her is unplanned and raw.
Maddie.
Evan named his daughter Maddie.
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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thots and opinions? We rocking with it shawty? (back to bed I go now!)
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pen-of-roses · 4 months
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Some people are made for the sun.
That's what all the stories and songs and pretty poems claimed anyway. Some people are made for the sun, others are made for the night. It's a pretty bit of flattery, one he's sure he's used before, easy to mimic and true enough if rather empty. After all, the golden frame of daylight can make most anything appear beautiful when positioned just right. Even the night can make one shine when the cloak of stars forces you to lean in close to see all.
But as he tilts his head to the sky, it's suddenly clear he was made for moments like this.
Moments where the sky is a dull white blanket of clouds. Where everything is covered in that pale and dreary haze that dims almost all the world's colors. Where the air is full of mist that can't be seen until it settles shining over his closed eyes and that faint trace of a smile. Where everything is hushed to hear calm and easy breaths. Where there's a chilled breeze that runs fingers through honey brown curls and paints his cheeks and twitching ear pink. Where he stands so vivid. Where he seems so at peace.
He could stand just as beautifully under the sun, just as pretty veiled in night, but the light would seem so harsh in comparison, the dark so consuming. An ill fit.
He was made for this grayed world. Made, not to create them, but to bring out the still beauty and the sharp edges and the quiet and real life in this world.
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bakubunny · 2 months
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hi this excerpt has been plaguing me daily for several months, but i’m not ready to finish the fic it’s a part of. it wasn’t written abt kats originally. i changed it, and now i can’t unsee it. 🥴
tw: f!reader, daddy kink, rough oral sex
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“Who’s my pretty little girl?” Katsuki growled as her nose was pressed against his skin, tears staining her cheeks.
Her cunt throbbed, hot with want. All she could do was let out a garbled squeak.
“That’s right babygirl, you are,” he said. He pulled her off of his cock and grabbed her hard by the jaw as he leaned down to stare into her eyes. A shiver slipped down her spine.
“You’re Daddy’s pretty little girl. So fucking beautiful. I wanna hear you say it.”
“I’m Daddy’s pretty little girl,” she said, the words barely intelligible with his hand tightly wrapped around her face.
“Don’t you ever fucking forget it, princess,” he said.
She let out a whimper, her core fluttering and soaked as he let her go. Katsuki guided her head back to his cock. She took a deep breath before taking him in her mouth again.
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hardlyinteresting · 1 month
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Aaron Hotchner x actress!reader coming soon
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thank you to @hotchfiles for encouraging this concept!
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ksbbb · 2 months
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Liam’s lost. Lost in the scent of Theo, the touch of his hand, his voice, the dark side of the chimera, and the uncontrollable attraction that he has for him.
His hands are sweaty, and the hand resting on his leg has his pulse quickening the more Theo keeps his hand firmly on Liam’s thigh, pulling him further into whatever game that he’s playing.
A game Liam’s itching to play.
He gulps, his throat dry, and the music is blaring from the speaker as they drive through the city, closer to Theo’s house and closer to where the chimera can get his hands on him.
Theo did tip the bartender. He gave him a stack of cash, sliding it into his pocket as he winked at Liam and placed his hand on his shoulder, gently leading him out the door and into the dark night.
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27paperlilies · 3 months
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Wip excerpt - Apparitions
"If you had known the consequences, would you have done it ?" she asks.
He would have entered that temple, that ruin, consequences damned to the lowest level of hell if he had known it would be her who was his undoing. He doesn't say this outloud of course, the line between them and something uncertain was so fragile that even a whisper of his true thoughts would turn it to ash.
"I don't know" he eventually says.
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andromedaexists · 7 months
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*crawls out of my writing hole to scream*
HI HELLO I HAVE NEWS FOR Y'ALL
So we all know my book baby, Call Me Icarus. Well, he's got a face now! May I present to you the cover reveal for Δάιος, the first book in the Call Me Icarus trilogy:
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For those of y'all who don't know, Δάιος is an Anti-Establisment grimdark retelling of the fall of Icarus as he looks behind the curtain of the Elysian Program and sees the disgusting framework he was disillusioned to. Now, the only thing on his mind is burning the program to the ground, but will he be able to when the world (and his body) is set against him?
OR
Are you a fan of trans men being the worst? queer people making bad decisions? blood?? Good, I've got it all right here in this book. I have a feeling y'all will love Icky baby
After a year of working on this bad boy, Δάιος is just about ready to release into the world! There have been a lot of highs and lows on this journey, a lot of winds in the road, but we are rapidly approaching our destination.
You can add Δάιος on GoodReads now! It is also available for pre-order (eBook only for now, physical copies will be available in paperback and hard cover on october 10th! both on Amazon as well as my own webbed site)
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I will also make a post when the book releases! Thank y'all for being here with me through this journey, I love and appreciate each and every one of yous <3
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“Friday” Kiss Tag
Thanks to @sarahlizziewrites here!
It's past midnight but it's Friday somewhere. Guess the people I tag will have to do it on Saturday or later
Rules: post a scene with a kiss - from a quick peck to a make out - platonic, familial, romantic, or otherwise, it does not matter
I don't have a lot of kisses actually but there's this--
From The Secret Portal Part Two (Akash POV)
“You’re really not mad about lying?” “Not really. I mean… admittedly, it took me aback for a second, but in hindsight it makes total sense. And like I said, I get it as much as I can. But you even said you didn’t know how people would perceive you and you got stuck. I don’t think anyone could blame you. I mean, the world is a shitty place.” I laughed. “I’ve never heard you say shitty before.” Gwen smiled softly. “Well, now you have.” “Robbie must be so mad I got a bomb-ass girlfriend before him.” I leaned into her hand. “But seriously, like, thank you.” I reached up to put my hand over hers. “You’re so awesome.” Gwen leaned forward, resting her other arm on my shoulder, and pressed her lips to my forehead. I tensed as she pulled away.
Tagging @elsie-writes @little-peril-stories @loopyhoopywrites @winterandwords @eccaiia @lesleymoonwriter @leahnardo-da-veggie @sleepywriter00 @jezifster @mk-writes-stuff @badluck990 @ceph-the-ghost-writer @willtheweaver + anyone else who'd like to hop on!
TSP intro
TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites - tagging y'all extra if you want
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mrcformoso · 2 months
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Little sneak preview ;)
Currently working on the Ghost City POV/Yin Yu POV Paper Flower Extra Like I said, it's turning out so much bigger than the original and my brain is doing like 50 mental backflips because this somehow turned from a
Haha Ghost City knows HC is a simp lololol
into
A full HC character analysis from Ghost City/Yin Yu's perspective and how XL fits into it.
It is currently at 6k words and I have full sections I haven't written yet.
Send help.
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amidnightjen · 6 months
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Arthur Pendragon had never frozen in battle. He’d never hesitated when confronted with a fight, be it a challenging knight, a bandit or a sorcerer, he’d always prided himself on his ability to act under any circumstances, not to hesitate when the moment called for it.
He was frozen now.
His hand on his sword, mouth open as he’d been about to shout for his manservant, his entire body stilled as he completely failed to react to what was happening before him.
He’d seen the fog of the spell coming, had been desperately fighting with his knights to clear as many people from the citadel as they could before they succumbed. He’d known, even as he’d been running and calling orders over the panic and chaos, that he would soon lose his city, his people, to a spell he had no way of stopping, to a sorcerer he couldn’t identify.
He’d known he would continue to fight and that unless, by some miracle, they found the sorcerer, that he too would fall beneath the curse and that there was nothing he could do to fight against the sweeping fog.
There wasn’t anything he could do.
But Merlin -
He’d never seen his manservant look so -
There had been such sorrow in his eyes and then he’d -
But Merlin wasn’t -
He didn’t -
Arthur had never heard Merlin’s voice sound so deep and commanding. He’d never once seen his manservant throw a hand toward the sky and command lightning. He’d never seen the man he trusted betray him so deeply and he froze, unable to move or act as Merlin - stupid, bumbling Merlin - commanded the very sky and nature itself to do his bidding.
A sorcerer. The man he trusted beyond all other.
Merlin was a sorcerer.
And frozen, though he was, furious as he was, still unable to move, he could say nothing. Do nothing.
Arthur Pendragon had never frozen in battle. He’d never hesitated when confronted with a fight, be it a challenging knight, a bandit or a sorcerer, but he froze then, in the face of the greatest betrayal he’d ever known.
Froze even as Merlin wielded magic to save Camelot.
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chrollohearttags · 6 months
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y’all gone jump me if I post this?
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youngwonhui · 1 month
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✦ excerpt \\ 002
*•. member: Joshua x gn reader
*•. warnings: general description of sadness(?)
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“Josh-” the words died as it made it’s way out of your lips. Your own guilt has grown bigger to block your airway. Your own nerves wouldn’t let you utter another words because you just know whatever it is, it wouldn’t hurt Joshua less than what he has deduct for himself.
More than a decade of friendship. It never hurt you more than what you saw in front of you.
Joshua never cries, at least not in front of you. Yet the sight you see right now maybe what you’d imagine as him hurting.
No tears. No cries. Just a look of a broken dream and lost hope. Displayed so clearly in his usually bright eyes. The light you admire has disappear. Selfishly, it brought tears to your own eyes.
Knowing that you’re the main reason that brought Joshua to feel like this.
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bakubunny · 6 months
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bf!kiri x best friend!bkg x f!reader excerpt
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you can thank @callm3senpaii for this request prompt. i think (hope) y’all will like it when it’s done.
@bookcluberror @dizazter-dragoon @i-literally-cant-with-this @r4td0lll @dcsiremc
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loveandleases · 9 months
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Just a snippet from later in the story. Will be tweaking the Twine theme to fit the aesthetic of the story. 👀 
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landwriter · 1 year
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ok i know we've seen oodles of hob hating shakespeare and i've seen some good meta on hob NOT hating shakespeare because he is kind and doesn't hold grudges, but i would like to offer a secret, third option: hob sort of resenting shaxberd and being a bit petty about it until time passes, the bard dies, and hob watches with a smugness that fades to irritation as the original sense and sound of his words are forgotten. there is surely a kinship there too - both their lives were forever altered by The Stranger.
The original pronunciation of Shakespeare’s sonnets and plays has been his cause lately - he considers the Bard of Avon a sort of friend, given their mutual acquaintance, and feels a protectiveness over his works. He couldn’t bear the grudge of being walked out on for long - he had, after all, received the greater boon. And if Will was going to be immortalized in word instead of the flesh, it only was fair that they read his words correctly. Hob had gone to a production of Romeo and Juliet in 1890, in part sulk and part nostalgia, and had been appalled to hear the reverent and over-serious way the players said their lines. Received pronunciation, thought Hob, ought to stay on the BBC and away from the boards. It was like trading a crackling, warm, fierce little hearth for the flat and soulless glow of an electric bulb. And at least half the jokes were ruined. He’s gotten a reputation for it lately, and at parties, he’s always asked to do a soliloquy or sonnet or two, the proper way. It feels like drinking something hot and comforting. He’s just very careful to take a long swallow of his actual drink after, taking the time to gather himself, making sure that when he speaks again, he sounds like someone born in the late twentieth century.
received pronunciation had been named and around for longer, but indeed began to sound like it does today in the late 19th century! i believe in a plurality of Shakespeare headcanons but i hope you like this one. also tagging @auressea who sent me the video about shakespearean pronunciation that caused this whole mess 💛
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