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[postcardforenrica]

Everybody has something to speculate and wonder about, no matter how blessed their circumstances.

- Haruki Murakami from “Killing Commendatore”

[words-after-midnight]

"In Conversation" is supposed to be a flash fiction piece, and it currently sits at 955 words. *long sigh* Anyway, here's another line I like, because why not.

[lochness-tess]

[litfiction]

oneshot stolen charger 🪫

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "arguing because paige stole your charger" , only playful arguing!

word count: 1k , notes @ the end (something fun!)

“Has anyone seen my charger?” You walked into your living room where some of your and Paige’s friends were gathered. Most people shook their heads no, some replying out loud. You sighed. Your phone was down to 5% and starting to lag.

You had felt around for it on your bed when the 20% battery warning popped up in the middle of watching your show but left it when you couldn’t find it. 20% was okay for now. When you got the 10% warning you felt around more thoroughly, even checking under your bed thinking maybe it had fallen when you moved around to get comfortable.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t there. Frustration started to set in when you searched all over your room to no avail, your phone battery quickly draining to 8%.

It wasn’t on your nightstand, it hadn’t been plugged into the outlet at your desk. You vividly remember taking it back to your room after charging your phone in the bathroom to let it play your music while you showered earlier.

After going out to your dorm’s common area you searched the outlets behind couches and through the clutter on the kitchen counters which showed no results. Literally where could it possibly be?

It’s not like your charger has legs and skedaddled off when you needed it.

Or maybe it’s just really good at hide and seek because now your phone was at 3% and you still have no clue where your damn charger could be. You’ve looked in all the obvious places.

Well, maybe except for one.

You quickly pace towards Paige’s door, leaning close to it to hear what she was doing inside before knocking. “Come in,” the blonde’s voice came a moment later.

You opened the door to see KK and Jana scrolling on KK’s phone. Your figure had appeared in the background and they had seen this, gesturing you over to show you off to the live.

“Hey girl! The live wants to see you,” KK smiled brightly. You momentarily forget about the search for your runaway phone charger to greet the people on KK’s live.

You squeeze between KK and Jana so that you’re all in frame before waving and saying hi quickly before turning to the girls on your sides to ask them if they’ve seen your charger.

Jana shakes her head no, followed by KK’s “Negative”.

“Seriously? I’ve been looking for like 10 minutes!” You sigh, exasperatedly.

The people in the live chat laughing at your frustration, some empathizing with your pain. You looked down and your phone was down to 1%. It was a losing battle and you’d just let it die at this point.

Doesn’t mean you don’t still need your charger.

You stand up straight from your bent position between Jana and KK, your face being cropped out of frame. Your head swivels to look at Paige and ask her if she’s seen the cord.

She’s sitting up on her bed, legs stretched out with one crossed over the other, her back against the wall. She wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, occasionally laughing quietly at something funny she happens to see while scrolling.

Your eyes meet her figure before flicking to what’s in her hand. Her phone, on charge, using your charger. The very thing you’ve been looking for for almost 15 minutes by this point.

“Paige!” You demand. She looks up from her phone to look at you, her expression calm but confused. “Yes?” She responds obliviously. “You stole my charger!”

She looks back down and then drags her gaze back up to you with a sheepish smile. “Give it back!” You demand again, putting your hand out for her to return your charger. She shakes her head immediately. “No! I’m using it now!” Paige retorts. You groan, “You always do this! You always steal my stuff and then refuse to give it back to me when I ask for it back!”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t ask, you demanded. Second, you can’t just wait until I’m done using it?” She questions you like she’s the one in the right. You glare at her. “I demanded it because you stole it, and no, I can’t wait this time because my phone is dead and I just wanna watch my show!”

By this point, KK and Jana (and even some people in the living room) aren’t paying attention to what they’re doing. Even the live was invested in this argument. KK was quietly snickering while Jana just watched this unfold.

“C’monnnn,” Paige whined. “Just give me 5 more minutes!”

You shook your head adamantly. “No Paige, I need my charger now.”

“How did you even get it? I had it in my room. And why? You have your own charger, Paige, do you not?” You deadpanned.

Paige just shrugs at you. “Aubrey needed a charger so I offered her mine but then I needed to charge but Aubrey wasn’t at a good enough percentage so I took yours. I just grabbed it from your nightstand while you were in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes. Of course she had. “Ok well, time’s up! Hand it over.” She makes puppy dog eyes at you, making you roll your eyes at her again. “That hasn’t worked for you before, it won’t work now.”

She leans her head back against the wall and sighs before unplugging the base of your charger from her wall and crawling on her bed towards where you stood at the edge of it to place the cord in your outstretched hand.

You shoot her a sarcastic smile before thanking her and walking back out to your bedroom. Finally, you can watch your show in peace.

You enter your room and head to your closet to grab your favorite sweater.

But when you open your closet doors expecting to see the fluffy bundle sitting in an organizer just at eye level, it wasn’t there.

Then you register what Paige had been lounging in.

You were too busy to notice it hanging off her shoulders. You throw your head back exasperatedly then yell towards her door. And you swear you hear her snicker with KK.

🔖 — i feel somewhat ashamed that this is the longest work i have on here.. also hi again! i haven't written in a bit because i haven't had any ideas :( my requests are open if anyone wants to send something in! anyway, this is day one of something i've decided to try! for july i'm gonna pick a prompt from a list i have and write something based on that! i didn't take the list from anywhere i just made it myself. i wanted to do this to just write more and push myself to write stuff with creative freedom since a lot of prompts are quite vague. but yeah! that's my update, sorry this so long oops. hope this was entertaining to some degree, thank you for reading!!

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[leilanihours]

LANI'S 1K CELEBRATION ! 🪩

hello all ! i've only had this account for less than three months, and it's insane to think that we've reached this milestone so quickly. thank you so so so much for the opportunity to create writing that i, and hopefully many others, enjoy. i am so incredibly grateful for every single one of you - your invitation into the women's basketball community, your hilarious comments, your creative requests, your encouraging compliments - EVERYTHING !

i've never felt so comfortable in a community and i couldn't be happier that this is one i'm part of. i'm also extremely lucky to be considered a writer on this platform, especially considering how many other incredible writers there are here, so thank you again.

as a more interactive thank you, i've decided to host a little celebration where you guys also benefit from this achievement ! after all, i wouldn't be here without you guys, so it's only right that you guys are thanked properly. hopefully you guys like it and have fun, so here are some rules and guidelines !

CELEBRATION (JULY 15 — JULY 17) ! NOW CLOSED

CELLY MASTERLIST

PLAYERS I WRITE FOR — paige bueckers, aubrey griffin, azzi fudd, morgan cheli, kate martin, nika muhl

RESOURCES — fluff prompts, angst prompts, smut prompts

RULES — only send asks within the celebration's set dates, only send one request per ask, each request is wlw and player x reader, each request is centered around an aforementioned player, copy and paste specific lyrics/prompts with their corresponding emojis

CHOICE ONE — blurb inspired by song lyric - as you guys probably already know, all of my work is based off of either an entire song or a line from a song, so i wanna hear from you guys !

🎵, send this emoji + a song lyric and its singer + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

CHOICE TWO — blurb inspired by prompt - prompts make it super easy to create specific yet broad work (if that makes sense), so send one over and i'll see what i can cook up !

🗝️, send this emoji + a fluff prompt (from the provided source above) + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

🎥, send this emoji + a smut prompt (from the provided source above) + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

🖇️, send this emoji + an angst prompt (from the provided source above) + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

CHOICE THREE — moodboard inspired by scenario - i'm a pinterest/canva girly at heart and i love making little collages, so let me know what you want to see !

📷, send this emoji + a scenario/trope + a preferred player and i'll create a collage !

*my inbox will be closed while i'm asleep just to compensate for the volume of requests but will be open all day while i'm awake, hope y'all enjoy !

— tagging my lovely moots ! 📰

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[itschrissieb]

▪ Grand Escape by Rachel Blaufeld review ▪

Thank you to @netgalley for allowing me to read and review this book! 💛 • Review: Grand Escape showed how difficult love can be, which I really liked as it brought a more realistic feel to the relationship between the two characters! The relationship between them felt a bit, and when I say a bit I mean TINY, rushed, but other than that they had a decent bond that was developed over the course of the book 🦋 I loved Rylan, one of the main characters, because her personality was different and I felt like Rachel Blaufeld presented her character really well. Her development was described in a great way toward the end, you as the reader could actually see how she had changed, (in a good way of course!). As for Adam, I did like his character, he was sophisticated and had that usual charm that no reader can be immune to 😉 Both of them had great humour, which I adore in a book! It just adds that extra pizzazz to a story, and I, at times, laughed out loud while reading the book 😂 As for the plot itself, I did find it lacking toward the end 🙈 Nothing much happened, and I felt like some things were being repeated for no reason. But, in the end, I enjoyed Grand Escape 😍 and will definitely keep a look out for other books by Rachel Blaufeld, (there was a segment of her next book in Grand Escape and I already want to read it!) 🤩 I would recommend this one to those who love a quick romance read set in a gorgeous paradise with unique characters that make you laugh out loud and make people look at you weirdly… because we all know that has happened before... My rating: ⅗ ✨ ⚠ TW: mention of suicide • QOTD: What was your last 5 star romance read? OR What's one romance read you need to get to soon? • • •

[bluebonnetmilk]

Evie Boyd is a lesbian who's unaware that she's a lesbian and NO you can't change my mind

[littlepeninsula]

I wrote some flash fiction for nanowrimo 🤓 I’m just getting into writing and any feedback would be reallyyyyy appreciated

—

Echo In Love

“I’ve always fantasized about being struck by lightning. Is that weird?”

Amos keeps his expression neutral before answering.

“Naw, that’s not weird at all... though it is a little unconventional..”

Echo just stares out the window, lost in the raging storm beyond, her eyes glistening with emotion. She had not been speaking to him.

The rain falls in torrents and the wind tosses the trees in a comical violent dance. With every vicious, deafening clap of thunder, Amos flinches and Echo smiles.

All of a sudden, Echo turns to him, eyes bright, face shining.

“Let’s go out!” she breathes like she’s in love.

“It’s dangerous. I just got an emergency alert on my phone, it says to stay indoors till the storm passes.”

Echo shrugs and makes to leave herself.

“You could get struck by lightning!” he exclaims, forehead wrinkled in worry.

Echo just lifts an eyebrow and says wryly, “ Thanks for convincing me.”

She’s out the door in a flash and Amos curses, throwing on his raincoat and bolting after her. She’s running and spinning in the tall grass, completely drenched, arms outstretched. Her face is upturned like she wants to drink the sky. All of a sudden, a powerful bolt of lightning strikes an elm tree at the far end of the meadow and a large branch bursts into flames. With a sickening crack it falls, followed by a shower of sparks and leaves. For a moment, Amos’s vision is hazed by a brilliant purple.

Echo screams in delight and then she’s racing toward the tree, eyes like fire, heart pounding. And Amos, poor Amos, he chases after her, his stomach hollow with dread, shouting warnings that she laughs at. Echo has reached the tree now, and she surveys the carnage of the elm, stroking it’s blackened bark with reverence, with envy. The elm is still smoking.

And then from the turbulent sky, a thin white lighting bolt like a crooked spine emerges and hits Amos. He spasms and falls to the floor, shaking with tremors like the aftershock of an earthquake. All he sees is a blinding white and the sudden pain is so excruciating that he thinks he has died.

But death would not have been as terrible. From the left side of his jaw down along his shoulder and across his torso, purple and blue spiderweb scars bloom on his smoking skin. His charred clothes sizzle when the rain hits them and his eyes roll in terrified uncertain jerks. Nearby, Echo falls to the grass, head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She gazes at Amos red eyed, trembling with emotion, and whispers three words.

“How dare you.”

[words-after-midnight]

Short snippet from "In Conversation," a flash literary short in progress.

[lochness-tess]

[litfiction]

oneshot step right up 🎡

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "you're losing terribly at ring toss so paige steps in" , uh not proofread.. also i hate this

word count: 728 , notes @ the end

Paige was experiencing a lot of pain right now. Her feet were sore from being on them for almost seven hours. Her shoulders hurt from carrying her bag and the many prizes you both had won. And she wouldn’t admit it so as to not dim the fun, but her head was starting to hurt from all the bright lights and loud noises of the carnival.

But if you were to ask her what the thing that hurt the most was, she’d say watching the scene right in front of her.

Said scene was of you on your fifth attempt at the ring toss, doing your best to earn enough points to bag the grand prize. You were nothing if not determined so every shortcoming was only fuel to continue but by now you were growing frustrated and Paige’s aches became harder to ignore.

Even the booth attendant let some tiredness slip in the form of a few yawns here and there.

After the last failed attempt you turn to Paige, the determination in your eyes having significantly dimmed. She lets a small laugh slip at the way you looked at her and it only makes your frown bigger. “What is so funny about this?” You narrow your eyes at her.

It only causes her to laugh more. You groan in response. “I’ve been trying for almost half an hour and I’ve lost enough money to the toss!”

The booth attendant pretended he wasn’t paying attention to your complaining. Maybe he wasn’t even pretending at this point.

Paige takes another look at your exasperation and relents. “Step aside,” she motions for you to move so she can take your place. You look at her confused but it quickly morphs into an expression of excitement. Surely her aim is better than yours.

The guy working the booth looks at Paige, questioning wordlessly if she’s gonna play. She nods and hands the guy enough cash to play yet another round of the ring toss.

He gathers the rings and presses a button that cues up fun lights and suspenseful game music. Instead of a bottle set up, it’s a moving target with pegs all over that you’re meant to aim for. The closer to the middle garners more points , thus granting a bigger prize of your choosing. It takes 50 points to earn the grand prize.

During all your attempts you’d reach 42 at most but now that Paige was playing, it looked like she’d surpass that quickly.

You and the booth guy watched in awe as she gained points so easily. It was refreshing to watch after your embarrassment of a run. Paige was locked in. Her tongue poked out of her mouth slightly and her brows furrowed to concentrate on aiming at the best spots to gather as many points as she could get.

When the buzzer signaling her time was up the backboard flashed a large, green “82”. You jumped up and down excitedly and Paige’s mouth curved into a wide smile.

The booth attendant congratulated the blonde and asked her which of the grand prizes she wanted. She turned to you and you pointed to a giant plush of a capybara wearing a strawberry hat. Paige pointed up to it but he was already grabbing to hand it over before she even turned away from you.

He handed it to her and she presented it proposal-style to you with a wide, goofy grin on her face. You grabbed it and hugged it tight immediately. Paige’s arms wrapped around you and she planted a big kiss on your temple with a “You’re welcome” attached to it. You thanked her continuously and she playfully rolled her eyes at your antics.

“I’m glad you’re happy but I think I’ve had enough carnival today. Mind if we go home now?” She asked sweetly, her voice giving away how tired she was though.

You nodded and let her lead you back to her car in the parking lot. “Can you drive? I’m too tired,” she said to you when you got to her car.

You sighed but agreed. She was definitely more tired out of the two of you. As soon as you both got into the car she snatched the plush right out of your arms.

At your protests she argued back with, “I won him so technically, he’s mine.”

🔖 — day three! i like the prompt i just don't like the end result :( i hope my writing for shorter prompts gets better

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