#calling all readers

[academic-vampire]

Has anyone read The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson? Please tell me it gets better.

(The telling instead of showing is ridiculously abundant and getting on my nerves. Among other issues.)

[silverseasx]

Yo if I posted my draft of the first chapter of my book would you guys read it?-

[charlessainzz]

okay I have an idea for an angst fic coming up…. based on a song. let me know who it should be for!

[fangirlforthewin]

Where are the Haunting Adeline readers?

I finally caved and started reading, and I am 16 chapters in. I am confused by the male main character. Why is he fighting sex traffickers and is so upset by people hurting and abusing women and children and then is emulating the very behavior and stalking the female main character and breaking into her home and touching her without her consent. Like he’s doing to her what he hates other men doing?

Am I going to keep reading? Yes.

Does this bother me? A bit.

[emshryke]

If you give me a page number between 5 and 90, I will answer with a paragraph from the Independent Magician.

[aweinspiredcreations]

I love the worst of you…

If you were a rose,

I’d love your thorns too.

The worst…

The parts you struggle to love,

To me, the best of you.

~ In Awe ~

[gothghostiie]

price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??

very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.

but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"

"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.

"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.

"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.

"I'm listening to you, love."

[simply-ewok]

rolling over, half asleep, in the middle of the night and when you stretch your arm out you end up smacking ghost in the face, and you can’t help but fling yourself back with a loud gasp before realizing it’s just your man, who yet again, snuck inside and cozied up to you without stirring you (bc he hates waking up his baby) bc he was able to come home early and chose to surprise you. and after you relax and begin apologizing for hitting him you hear his low, growly chuckle as he sits up to pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead before mumbling into your sweet smelling hair “it’s all right lovie, di’n’t mean to scare you.”

[readwritealldayallnight]

(part of the Wife at First Sight series)

In Ghost’s eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.

So what if everyone apart from you knew it?

Didn’t make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.

Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.

He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink he’s made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him it’s perfect, even better than when you make it.

The first time he’d done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.

You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?

You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with ‘Mrs.’ printed across the side, certain that it hadn’t been in any of the common room’s cupboards before.

He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. You’re pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads ‘To : Wife’. He’ll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show he’s read it as well, likes the same things you like.

He’ll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where he’s been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. You’re already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesn’t know it yet.

Though this was the first military base you’d ever worked on, you couldn’t recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.

No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure it’s okay, some strange form of team bonding?

Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they don’t hear him telling you about how “my wife works hard enough, don’t need to be liftin’ a finger wit’ me around, love.”

They know to move out of the way if you’re approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, he’ll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.

Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything he’s doing- whether it’s spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.

No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but you’re not exactly complaining either.

Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.

Besides, it’s all just playful, innocent fun, right?

Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.

And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely don’t remember requesting, well that’s all just fun too, right?

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Simon Ghost Riley who gets comfortable in the relationship and starts destressing with you. A day back home and a good night's rest before he pulls you against his side, unending silence that neither of you need to break. A simple nudge and you've got the remote in your hands and a palm in the other.

"Go on, choose a movie."

"Any?"

"Don't mind it at all."

You'll choose a simple romcon. Something to bring him back through cheesy jokes that remind him of humanity. It's silly, its mind numbing. He likes spending time with you. He remembers something.

"Me and the boys were planning to go fishing after yesterday."

Spoken like a confession, a calm smile on his lips.

"Good mission?", it's pointless of you to ask but he likes responding to you. He's never liked to speak so much.

"Fuckin beautiful mission, wish I could've recorded it if it wasn't all confidential", he replies smugly. Ah so he was the main character of that mission. Cheeky.

"That so? you're leaving lil old me so soon to celebrate?", you reply sadly. Teasing the poor man while he looks at you dead on. He's keeping something from you, no fair.

And he knows it too, a knowing smile on botched lips.

"They told me to take you along, you can't say refuse when it's captain's orders love."

"Right, captain's orders", of a team you weren't even a part of officially.

You'll sigh and he'll keep it a secret that they all begged to see his pretty bird. They promised you both free drinks after all.

[ghostwhippet]

Riley

Inspired by this wee lovely thing <3

You yell after your dog, Riley.

Simon is walking through the park in sweats when you do.

He might stop near a bench to check his laces and end up watching you for a while, living your normal life. Playing chase back and forth through the fallen leaves, feet and paws tossing up splashes of orange and yellow. Smiling. Laughing.

He might sink into it, sitting across the way pretending to scroll through his phone, black surgical mask on, black hood down.

For a minute outside of place and time, outside of his body and his fucked-up head, watching you might make him feel better about what he does. Some of it. Sometimes. If it helps someone be so light and alive somewhere.

He might start taking his jogs and walks through that park more often when he's in town. No reason, really. Nice trails. Big, quiet. Doesn't matter if it's a bit out of his way, he's got fuck all else to do.

Might pass by the field you were in more often than not, too. It makes for a good route, that's all. And really, if no one had been arsed to say anything to some fucking creep watching a woman for so long, the place could use more eyes on it.

...And maybe if he heard someone say his name like that again, like something warm belonged there in some other world, it wouldn't be the worst thing.

"Riley!" He hears over his shoulder. Almost jerks to a stop.

Your voice is bright. Exasperated, loving.

"Come here, baby," you add with a laugh.

He should check his laces again. Fucking joggers are always coming loose, he should really start double-knotting them.

[konigsblog]

König who has a high sex drive. (🌽 link)

As humiliating and humbling as it sounds, you're nothing but a fleshlight for König. He can't control how horny he becomes, especially in the morning, after a workout, and while drinking together. He becomes a giggling pervert who can't help but touch you all over, his hands reaching between your thighs to grope your tight cunt.

“Please, Maus, just one more round, that’s all I desire.”

He's obsessed with the gummy, sticky sensation of your walls wrapped tightly around the shaft of his meaty cock. He'll bend you over any surfaces he finds, whether that's the kitchen countertop, a desk, or the couch. He adores having control, but occasionally, he'll allow you to take control — well, he has to plead with you through whines and tears to ride him, stinking of booze and nicotine, too tired to take control, but too horny not to have sex or receive any stimulation. König is like a dog in heat. For König, the need is constant and perverse thoughts won't stop rushing through his mind until he's fulfilled and satisfied.

“Bitte- stop moving, please. Gottverdammt, you add fuel to my addiction, Liebling. How do you expect me to resist something so tempting? So addictive?”

König will use you for hours if that's what he feels like doing. He'll wipe the tears from your glassy eyes, thanking you between rounds by kissing your bare shoulder, sinking back inside before you can catch your breath. He'll whine about having to use protection, that it ruins the session he's having with his beloved angel.

König is uncontrollable when he's aroused and pent up, constantly trying to rip your clothing from your body, sometimes sobbing through drunkenness, desperation, and derangement.

[silverseasx]

Introduction to Until The End

This story is of teens that have lost themselves in time and evil. Having been lost in trauma, seeking no more than revenge. One of them is technically considered a fiery phantom, another is considered a forest spirit speaking and tricking the lost, one belongs to the waters wandering further and further everyday; there are many more that I have yet to mention, however we must start the story now. 

Our main character, however, is the Fiery Phantom. Otherwise known as Lex. Our friends here have very humanoid-like structures despite them not being human and different species. Example, Lex is 5 '3; they also have short hair that is for the most part a deep, dark chestnut brown with gold and rose gold highlights. Their eyes, two different colors, one being pure white despite their ability to see out of it and the other being a shifting hazel going from a beautiful dark amber to crimson red then moss green. Freckles cover their cheeks and nose, their lips are cracked and colored a soft pink but their skin is as pale as a ghost. Acne covers their chin and some of their forehead although they cover it with their hair and a mask most times. They have a habit of spinning fire around on the tip of their fingers, hence the name Fiery-Phantom. 

Seth, our wonderful water wanderer. He has pale white skin and blue eyes like ice. His wardrobe consists of many navy blue robes and white button-ups along with white binders. Here and there you will find the occasional black button-up with a nice pair of gray pants but very rarely does that happen. His gills are a soft turquoise and he owns a tiny little crown to represent his ruling over the waters.  Seth has sass that won’t quit and sarasam that can slay any being. He mostly stays near Abyssal or Lex and has social anxiety. He knows too much Ancient Egypt mythology and has too little time on his hands to complete everything. His favorite thing to do is spend time with his future partner, Abyssal. His favorite pastime is playing inscryption or causing chaos. 

Abyssal is a forest spirit, bored and lonely; she tricks those in their forest into falling deeper and deeper into the wrong path. Long dirty blond hair with aquamarine highlights. Dark green eyes and steampunk attire. Tall knee high lace up boots, dark purple skirt, white button-up, and a black corset.  Abyssal is very close friends with a wandering trader along the way named Sepi. 

Sepi and Cole, twins of mortal possessions. They are wandering traders that the group will meet along their long road.

SHOUT OUT TO MR EDITOR!

[the-raindeer-king]

The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

That's how the saying goes. You never realized just how true it was until you started working as Captain John Price's assistant. It had started off innocently enough, bringing him a tea or coffee when he asked. Maybe scolding him whenever you found out he skipped lunch.

You had been baking brownies, trying out a new recipe, and you just needed someone to taste them (and maybe help you get rid of the batch if need be). So, you brought them to work, left them in a pretty box on Price's desk when you dropped off his coffee.

You certainly hadn't expected the rest of the task force to come around to your desk, begging to know why you didn't bring any for them. Turn out that not only did Price brag out your baking skills, he's refusing to share with the rest of the task force, despite the fact you had brought more than enough for all of them.

Looks like you're going to have to make more.

[bi-writes]

ok i have this idea for alpha!ghost and omega!reader. this is a very, very rough draft and is not even close to anything with real meat, but i would like to get some early feedback about this idea i have.

"I'm not here as a friend," she says softly, and you frown a little.

"Aren't...haven't we always been friends?" You ask, and Kate lets out a shaky sigh, nodding her head behind her.

"We need to talk. C'mon."

You retrieve the gun and holster it, fastening it around your thigh holster before you follow her. She has a car waiting outside, a big, black SUV with the door already open for her. When you get inside, she knocks on the divider, and the car immediately starts moving. You brace yourself against the side of the car as it speeds off, reaching for a seatbelt.

"Jesus, Kate, what's going on? I-I have training later, I can't--"

"You're not...going back to base," she says evenly. You frown a little, leaning back in your seat, and you put your hands in your lap as you try and get a read on her. Even exhausted, Kate is hard to decipher. She has a stone-cold expression, calm and unbothered, and you curse her CIA training for making her impossible to understand, to even get a glimpse of what she might say next.

"Okay," you scoff a little. "Then where am I going?"

Kate sniffs a little, crossing her arms over her chest. She doesn't break eye contact with you when she says, "Wheels up in 30. I have an assignment for you." She reaches under the seat, pulling out a manila folder, setting it down beside you. When you pick it up and flip it open, you narrow your eyes.

"I'm..." You shrug your shoulders, "I'm not CIA. You don't give me orders."

"As of one hour ago, you're mine. And this...this is your duty."

Your eyes blur as you skim the text on the pages. You flip through the papers flimsily, getting more and more irritated until you throw it at her, your chest rising and falling fast as you pant, barely able to see her through your tears.

"Kate, don't do this," you beg her softly. "Please don't do this. Please. You fucking promised me, you promised--"

"You need to understand that I don't have a lot of fucking choices," she says sharply.

"Kate, I'll do anything, please," you gasp. You reach over and grab her hands, tugging her towards you. "You know. You know what...w-what I've been through, what this all is, you know...please. Please..."

"I can't--"

"I'll be yours," you try, squeezing her palms. "Just claim me yourself, a-and...and we don't have to do this, w-we can...I-I can go back to--"

Her face contorts, offended, disgusted. You try and swallow down the sting of her rejection, but you cannot help yourself. You would do anything to not be subjected to this fate, to the fate she promised she'd save you from. The only alpha you have ever trusted, and she's pulling away from you, bit by bit.

"I could never do that to you," she interrupts, shaking her head. "I couldn't."

"But you'll do this instead?"

"It's the lesser evil," she says finally, pushing your hands back. "And in my world, that is the best I can hope for."

"It's punishment!" You cry, and she reaches over, cupping your cheeks, pulling you close. "A-And for what? For being something that I can't change?!"

"It's mercy," she whispers. "I can't protect you anymore, do you understand? They don't want you there. Even taking meds, even spraying yourself to shit, they don't want you, and I can't protect you if they send you away, do you understand me?" You start to cry, closing your eyes, and you hear the familiar voice in your head sing. She's desperate, slipping through the cracks, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try and force her backwards. "I have to get you out of there, and this is the only way."

"Please..."

"I can't protect you," she says gently. "But he can. And he'll be good to you. I promise, this...this I can promise."

[gauloiseblue]

This is Price. You can't change my mind