#daily fic updates then

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

You know what I’m a slut for?

Reaction fics… MY GOD DO I LOVE ME A GOOD OLE REACTION FIC.

Foxes reacting to Neil’s past? Sign me up! The foxes discovering that Andreil are more than just fuck buddies? Yes please. THE FOXES READING THE FUCKING BOOKS? Omg I actually start internally screaming with joy.

Idk what it is but those types of fics have me in a god damn chokehold.

Edit: I made a post with a couple of my favorite reaction fics

[gothamite-rambler]

Harley: You okay, kid?

Signal stood to his feet, shook his head then held out his hand.

Signal: Can I borrow your bat?

Harley (reluctantly handing him her bat): Hm? Sure.

Signal: Thanks, I've never played baseball, but I know how to make a hit! Swing, batter, batter!

Signal ran towards the goon as Harley watched shocked and impressed.

Harley: Gnarly... I like this kid.

[hoonvrs]

R U ONLINE?

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SYNOPSIS seems like there’s a small problem between the four best friends when they each find themselves crushing on the same girl. now it’s left up to you to decide who’s your endgame.

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[randomwordsonpaper]

The First Noël

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | 30/31 chapters | part of Winter Warmers 2024 | by Randomwordsonpaper

After a few moments, the blond speaks again, his voice lighter this time. “Maybe we should do something different.”

“What do you mean?”

Max leans back, a small grin playing on his lips. “I rented a chalet in Austria. Just me, some peace and quiet, maybe some skiing if I feel like it. No family, no expectations. You should come.”

Charles’s eyes widen. “With you?”

“Why not? It’s not like I planned for company, but I think it could be fun. Better than staying cooped up in Monaco.”

Charles’s gaze drops to his coffee, his fingers tracing the edge of the cup as he considers. There’s a flicker of something in his expression—doubt, perhaps, but also a hint of hope. “Maybe it’s not such a bad idea,” he says finally, his voice tentative.

OR: Max decides to avoid the annual Christmas obligations and rents a cabin in Austria. He spontaneously asks Charles to join him.

Updated daily, avaliable here on AO3!

[teecupangel]

Hey, guys.

There was no Eagle of Alamut update this early morning because we lost power for like... an entire day or so then, even with the power coming at a few hours ago, we didn't have any signal for data and our internet provider was having issues due to the severe storm we're having.

Anyway, power is back on and internet connection is more or less stable (signal is still shit though) so I'm hoping to get the chapter posted tonight. Just let me finish off my pending work hahahaha

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 28 of Palmarosa:

‘You don’t even have to worry about him, yet,’ Raphael said, drawing him inside. ‘We have to alter the scar first.’ ‘No,’ Astarion said, forgetting that part over and over again. ‘No? Call me Sir, pet, or Lord Raphael if you please.’ Temter, he thought. He couldn’t say it now. Couldn’t say it based only on this terror when nothing had happened to him yet. He was allowed the safeword once per tenday. To a total of five times. He wasn’t going to forget that in a hurry. He had to let himself be fucked by ten people. He had to be fucked by Raphael ten times. He had to murder ten people. There were so many places where he could see needing that word even though he loathed the fact that it was his ex-lover’s name. But the idea of his scar being altered nauseated him, and he felt every one of those fat apricots in his stomach, churning, and he loathed that the person he wanted to comfort him right now was Raphael. Sickening. ‘Alter it if you must,’ Astarion heard himself say, ‘but not in front of him.’ ‘But, darling, I think if I spill your blood right in this circle of gold – that I made for you – it will strengthen the ritual and make it more likely to work.’ ‘Raph- Lord… Lord Raphael,’ Astarion said, his words breathless. ‘You don’t want him to watch?’ Raphael said silkily.

[halfratsalready]

Guys I didn’t write a one shot…

I wrote a fucking NOVELLA

Really hope everyone is up for reading a whole novella when the exchange fics are revealed on Sunday! I can’t wait to see what everyone (especially the person I wrote it for) thinks if they can manage to read through this colossus of a fic 💕

[jjuwuni]

shortcut to heaven | yang jungwon x oc

pairings — yang jungwon x reader

genre — fluff, angst, college!au, fake dating trope, drama, occasional smut (minors dni please)

summary —  Two strangers seemingly cross paths, everywhere they go. 

Would they find their heaven among their chaotic lives? 

“ That’s right, I’m talking to you, ” Jungwon, THE Yang Jungwon, with his arm, outstretched, index pointing right at me, “ Do you want to be my girlfriend? Fake girlfriend, that is, so make sure you don't end up falling for me. ” With his right dimple in full view, he smirks at me. 

And that was the day my whole life turned upside down.

warnings — a SOCMED AU but with heavy narrations, fake dating trope with some twist n' turns, compared to my other stuff this one is definitely more on the cute, fluff side hehe so not much warnings in terms of content ! OT7 enha is present, as well as probably other 4th gen idols, will use nwjns minji as the faceclaim for y/n, alcohol, drunken mishaps, profanity, there might be slightly dark themes surrounding family and love, no mnc i assure you, making out, smut etc. will happen so minors 👀 watching you !

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A/N: hi there ! back with another update ! enjoy ^^ it's another jam-packed type of update hehe let me know what you guys think of it ! please don't be shy to comment or talk to me or anything, i always love it when i hear from you. also, taglist is OPEN! for this.

taglist: @jwnghyuns, @sparklingsjy

A FEW DAYS LATER .. (party time 🥳)

NARRATION — READER'S POV

Jin could only sigh, she knew her older brother was very protective of her and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her brother used to study in the same school, but later on, dropped out as he decided to pursue his music career. His band, “Spring Memories” got their big break from one of their songs going viral on social media, and he opted to be a full-time musician instead.

As much as their parents were against the idea of him dropping out, they were still supportive of him. Even though the money wasn’t consistently coming in, her parents have always been very encouraging people, showing both their kids their support in whatever it is they want to do.

One thing’s for sure, her older brother had always been there for her, even though they rarely see each other now.

@Vampire 🧛🧛🧛 ft. creepy dude

NARRATION — READER'S POV

To Jinae’s dismay, half of the night was spent trying to run away and hide from people. She wouldn’t say that she was the most popular girl in her school, that was Han Sooyoung’s title, rightfully so. Much like the four guys, she held as much influence as the other guys did – belonging to the top 1% of society, poised to inherit a huge company, beautiful, smart, the works. 

Even so, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t received offers to go out here and there. 

“Ugh, it’s so hard being this pretty, right? I can relate.” Says Sunoo as she sits beside him once people finally leave her alone. Jinae mustered out a grin with a small laugh, happy that her best friend had made light of the situation for her. 

“I just don’t get it, why does this happen?” She responds, her face sullen.

Sunoo could only roll his eyes, sliding a glass full of whatever kind of cocktail they were serving, “How many times do I have to explain this to you?” Sighing out heavily, he leaned over so that they’d be shoulder to shoulder, speaking loud enough over the bass-boosted music so that his best friend would get it through her thick skull, “Why do you think so many people come to watch you dance? You’re the best female dancer out there Jin, it's no question that you have people’s attention.” He couldn’t even fathom how his bestie hadn’t picked up on this all. 

“Plus, you know I have the latest gossip around school, right?” Sunoo takes a small sip before continuing, for dramatic effect, “Well, I heard people have been talking about whether you’re Team Sooyoung or Team Jinae. People talk about you two being the prettiest girls in school. It’s as simple as that.”

Even though Sunoo had laid it out piece by piece and even spelled it out for her, she still couldn’t understand why. Looking back, all her life she has heard that she was pretty, with her parents and friends even trying to convince her to go into acting or being an idol, or even join those survival shows on TV. 

But that just wasn’t her, it wasn’t her thing. As cliche as it was, Jinae didn’t want the attention. 

All she wanted was a quiet university experience, and for her to be able to graduate so she could get a good job to secure her family’s future.

Unable to come up with a response to Sunoo, she proceeds to down the rest of the cocktail in the glass she was holding onto, before reaching for another one.

Minutes passed and the pace at which she was drinking, coupled with the dizzying strobe lights and deafening music all contributed to her feeling intoxicated.

Jake was nowhere to be found, and Sunoo eventually got bored of sitting around and decided to take to the dance floor, being the life of the party as per usual.

Meanwhile, Jinae decided it was time to go to the bathroom.

Given, that she didn’t frequent this particular club much, along the way to the bathroom, she got lost, not knowing where to go. 

But it was there that she was met by something that changed the course of her night, or in this case, someone.

THE FOREVER "WTF HAPPENED LAST NIGHT" QUESTION

THE NIGHT AFTER (ft. the cutest wallpaper)

WHAT HAPPENED??? 👀 (we finally get the answer)

HAPPY MONDAY! 😆

NARRATION — READER'S POV

It was Monday morning and Jin's mind was everywhere but in the present moment. Sitting in class, she was currently in the process of spacing out, caught in her own little world inside of her head.

Truth be told, ever since that night at the club, she had been out of it. She hated it - the fact that she was still ruminating over what happened between her and Jungwon in the janitor's closet.

It all happened so fast, that her intoxicated mind couldn't keep up with it. All she could remember was finding Jungwon somewhat sulking in the closet, then engaging in a conversation with him about the dance club and her spewing out that she hated people like him.

The next memory she had then was her pinned up against the door. She could still remember that moment clearly, Jungwon's arms encasing either side of her head..

"Miss Park.."

His face was so dangerously close to hers. And in that moment she remembered thinking how beautiful the male's eyes were upclose. They were cat-like, almost as if he drew on some cat-eye on himself with an eyeliner.

"Hello?! Earth to Miss Park Jinae?"

And he smelled so damn good, too. Like musky, but with that shower-fresh smell. It was intoxicating, moreso than the god-knows-how-many glasses of cocktails she'd had that night.

Thankfully being pulled out of her trance by someone tapping her on the shoulder, she looked up, mouth slightly agape when she realized that she had been daydreaming this whole time.

Daydreaming about Jungwon, no less.

--

"Well, I'll see you later. I have to drop these off at the student council room." Jinae grumbled with a sulky expression, waving goodbye to Sunoo as best she could while balancing the high stack of papers on both her arms.

Because of her little trip to daydream land a while ago, their professor assigned her to do this as punishment for not listening during the lecture. Their teacher happened to be the student government's adviser, so it was only fair that she was given this task.

And as if her day couldn't get any worse, one second, she was on her way inside the student council room, and the next, she was on the ground, with sheets of paper flying everywhere, hearing a loud WHACKing sound before falling on her back on the floor.

It didn't quite register just yet that Jinae had been hit hard by the wooden door, not until she felt a stinging feeling on her forehead.

"O-ow.. what the fuck..." Was all she could say, trying to get her bearings and propping herself up with one elbow from the floor, while her other hand reached to rub at the painful spot in her head.

You know those teenage romcom movies where things suddenly go into slow-mo mode, as this tall, handsome guy approaches you and kneels down to check on you? Well, that was what Jinae was currently going through.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't see you." Said the slender male with white alabaster skin. He had a white button-down on with black slacks, and silver-rimmed glasses to match.

Jinae stared at him, blinking her eyes repeatedly, as it finally dawns on her who the perpetrator was.

Park Sunghoon.

THAT SAME DAY... 😳

THE PLOT THICKEMS...

INTRODUCING ... SUNGHOON'S DUMP ACCT!

ANOTHER EYESEMOJI MOMENT?

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

I am full fucking steam ahead with the arranged marriage fic this week and having a blast. It's an absolute anachronism stew of, like: fantasy geography! but also a default assumption of sexuality in this world being bi/pan/mspec rather than straight! but also arranged marriages! but also internet!—world-building is my nemesis so we are one hundred percent just rolling with it, okay? Okay.

“Good afternoon, Queen Mary,” he says, rehearsed and careful. There’s a time and a place for his usual brand of irreverence, and even Alex knows this isn’t it. “Your kingdom has offered me such a warm welcome.” “Yes, they have.” Mary doesn’t exactly seem thrilled about that, which is rude. Alex is a fucking catch, actually. “It would appear that my people are excited for this wedding to go ahead. But are you? Does the prospect of finally being married to my grandson please you?” And how the fuck is Alex meant to answer such a direct question without kicking off a whole international incident? He can’t tell the truth, but neither can he bring himself to say what he knows she wants to hear. After a long, terrifying pause in which Alex is sure the entirety of both their families are staring at him, waiting for a response, he finally manages: “Our betrothal has been overlong, Your Majesty. I will be pleased to make Windsor my new home.” Mary purses her lips. “Indeed,” is all she says in reply, a clear dismissal and a sign for the receiving line to keep moving.

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @beautifulhigh @celaestis1 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hypnostheory @iboatedhere @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @myheartalivewrites @orchidscript @rmd-writes @roseapothecary @sherryvalli @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @suseagull04 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[lgbtqforeverything]

epic the underworld saga in one week dracula daily in two weeks like finally. fridays for me.

[slava-the-stalker]

Not me, checking the metro tag three times a day as if it's not a dead fandom with five (amazing!!!) People in it

Xd

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Hey do you like emotional devastation. You should really come read my reincarnation AU where Ed and Stede are investigating the angry ghosts of Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate because let me tell you I had to take a break from editing today's chapter to pace around my house. Come get IN on this, it's haunting me and I want it to haunt you, too

[gothamite-rambler]

Gothamite-Rambler's Flash Fics Masterlist

This is the masterlist of ongoing and one-shot batfamily flash fics and Epic the musical flash fics. Each character/fandom title link will go lead you to more stories.

I write batman and fam fanfiction on here and AO3, this is that masterlist of some of my fanfics. Updated regularly.

AO3 Pseud name: Wonderland_Owl

Stories posted there about batfamily (so far)

Fractured Wings - Nightwing

The Ties that Bind: Cassandra Cain and Jason Todd Becoming Friends 

Burden of Blame - Tim Drake

Ra's Al Ghul's Vengeance

My faves that I wrote:

"You slashed his tires?" Dick asked, disappointed at the upcoming answer.

"Give your mother a hug!" Talia said, happily.

Talia makes a surprise visit to Gotham

Everyone likes Aquaman

Aquaman being the shining beacon of light that everyone needs.

Why Poison Ivy likes Dick Grayson out of the other Robins

Harvey Dent helping the good guys to spite Joker

"I'm a lot of things, but he's not dying for me!"

Lucid Harvey Dent being fatherly to Jason Todd

Two-Face being the father Jason wanted

Jason knew about Damian's existence, but Bruce didn't arc-

Jason meets baby Damian

"How am I the positive influence on this child?" Jason asked, shocked.

Jason Todd LOA with baby Damian

Old stories of Jason babysitting little Damian (4 y.o.)

Jason Todd babysitting baby Damian

Bruce find out about Damian pt 1

"You knew this entire time?"

Bruce meeting his son Damian pt. 2

Epic the Musical Fics

[wixiany]

For Better or Worse, You Two Are Already Married

Finally, the time for Team 8's @clonebang contribution is here! The first chapter is out, with daily updates following! I was incredibly lucky and got three artists, the super talented @hsal, @thivell and @ionfusionpunk! Expect some stunning art in the chapters to come! ♥

Fic summary:

When Commander Fox snaps and kills Palpatine, the senators come up with a fake marriage scheme to get him diplomatic immunity. Riyo Chuchi is the one willing to do it. The newly set up dating app meant to bring together the people of the galaxy complicates matters further as neither is willing to admit their real feelings for each other.

this lovely art piece is by @ionfusionpunk!

[jone-slugger]

Chapters: 9/54 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Characters: Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Cardassian Character(s) (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Meta, Metafiction, Slow Burn, Julian Bashir and Elim Garak's Book Club, Literature, Friends to Lovers, Epic Poetry, Cardassian Literature (Star Trek), Cardassian Culture (Star Trek), Cardassian Flirting (Star Trek), Poetry, Cardassian Language (Star Trek), Developing Relationship, Eventual Romance, Cardassian Politics (Star Trek), Meta Poetry, Flirting, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Epistolary Summary:

Garak takes it upon himself to show Julian just how great "The Never-Ending Sacrifice" is. As he annotates the poem, his relationship with Julian develops into something more than just friendship.

[lord-squiggletits]

Reviving my PayPal link to ask for tips for my fanfics.

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