Hi, Navy! Hope you don't mind the question, but who's gonna be in There's Something in the Water AU? c:
I don't mind at all, nonnie! I'll add under the cut characters who I have readers planned for so it isn't too long of a post since I like to add gifs. 😂
Bucky Barnes and William Miller who help nurse a reader back to health after a car accident. Too bad you're never leaving.
Pending reader nickname - Lolli
Steve Rogers who becomes a bit friendly with a reader who wants to get out of the city for a bit of quiet. What will Mrs. Rogers think?
Pending reader nickname - Bunny
Nick Fowler has a large home overlooking the town. Perfect place for the two of you, whether you want to be there or not.
Pending reader nickname - Doe
Curtis Everett who finds his reader running through the woods while hunting. It's too bad you stumbled out of one layer of hell just to fall into another.
Pending reader nickname - Mouse
Can't forget about the town mechanic, Chris, who helps his reader with a flat tire. He loves that you mouthed off to the sheriff.
Pending reader nickname - Kitten (or Kit)
Hal is a jack of all trades whose reader is renting a cabin and working on a novel. What happens when you try to leave?
Pending reader nickname - Lamb
There could be more? We shall see. Happy to discuss.
Love and thanks! ❤️
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Begging for more of Dead Hearts I love what you've posted so muuuuuuuch.
Thank you!! Since this one has been popular, I went back and tagged the snippets I've done for it, so you can find them more easily here.
Now enjoy young Hob experiencing character growth:
When Eleanor answers the door, Hob expects her to see the bruise on his cheek and laugh at him, or slam the door in his face, or any number of cruel things that Hob thinks he himself might have done if their situations were reversed. When he thinks about it later, he will realize that that was why he went to her at all. Because he had felt certain he deserved some salt in his wounds and he thought for sure that she would give it to him.
Instead, she merely leans against the doorframe and looks at him pityingly, “I take it the conversation with your friends didn’t go well?”
Hob laughed wetly, “I mean, we’re not friends anymore, so…”
At those words, Eleanor smiles. Not meanly, not even really happily. But it makes something warm spark in his chest. Like maybe he isn’t the irredeemable scum he thinks he is if she is willing to give him a smile, even one as small and sad as this one.
“Then there’s hope for you yet.” And then, to Hob’s surprise, she opens the door wider, nodding her head to invite him inside. He follows her meekly, standing in the entryway awkwardly while she rifles through her freezer.
“Come on then,” she gestures to the couch in her living room, pushing at his back when he moves too slowly for her liking. Once he is seated, she unceremoniously presses a bag of frozen blueberries against his face, “Hold this, it’ll make you feel better.”
Petulantly, Hob thinks that he doesn’t want to feel better, but he follows her orders regardless. She is being kind to him even after proving just how little he deserves it. For a few minutes, they sit in silence, Hob lost in his head and Eleanore patiently waiting for him to pull himself together.
To his horror, when he finally speaks, it is with a watery sniffle, “I’m a terrible person, aren’t I.”
Beside him, Eleanor shrugs, “Kind of.”
It's so quick and nonchalant that it startles a laugh out of him, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?” He had thought it was a yes or no question.
Sighing, Eleanor looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What I mean,” she explains firmly, “is that you’re 18-years-old and so far have done some terrible things. There’s nothing you can do about that. You’re just going to have to live with it.”
He can’t help but wince at her words. Because they’re true.
“But,” she continues, “you’ve still got your whole life ahead of you. So,” she looks at him pointedly, “What are you going to do now?”
He opens his mouth, and then closes it, looking down at his lap as he really considers her question. Up until now everything had been easy. Before Eleanor, no one had challenged him, had asked him to really think about his words and his actions, to consider that maybe his ‘jokes’ and ‘games’ weren’t actually fun. He’s been coasting through life. It would be impossibly easy to slip back into that. To go back to making other people feel awful instead of feeling awful himself.
He takes a deep breath. What is he going to do now?
“Better,” He decides. “I’m going to do better.”
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tagged by @howdaretrashships, @a-memory-a-distant-echo, and @kingsandbastardz in the last line game - cheers <3
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Got tagged by three people, so three lines! (and maybe this will actually get me moving forwards on any of these)
What Li Lianhua doesn't say: he's already dead.
this is from a...canon adjacent au I'm kicking about based on the idea that li xiangyi does, actually, for real, die in the donghai battle, and li lianhua is... what crawls out of the sea afterwards, anyway.
Eventually has to let up; trades the sharp edge of his teeth for a slow pull at the hair caught in his grip, forcing Fang Duobing to arch backwards and expose his throat to Li Lianhua's eager mouth.
this is an early canon fanghua character study! wearing the coat of a bad idea tipsy fuck. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"I'm not robbing them," 'Xiaobao' explains then, as if Di Feisheng gives a single fuck.
this is. the insane fucking pre-canon divergence point au that is eating my brain; the basic premise is that:
shan gudao moves on becoming emperor way earlier, and succeeds
di feisheng is, rather than a guy in charge of an alliance he doesn't really care about, a very reluctant rebellion leader
fang doubing and li lianhua are having a series of real bad times, separately and also together.
At this point I'm not sure who hasn't been tagged, so open tags!
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Lmao a glance for a tomorrows post
Because I try to revive this account
I'm sure noone can guess where it goes haha
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head’s up seven up!
Thank you @fortunatetragedy for the tag!
Roughly seven lines from What Big Teeth You Have, a werewolf fic. Both Young and Telford showing their Bad Traits™ 😬
"And mouthy," David responded glibly. "Bet he's got a nice collection of bruises for that. Hasn't he."
Shame flashed through Young at the reminder of how he'd behaved towards a civilian. It wasn't honourable, what he'd done, but Rush had been so rude and aggressive, managing to press all of Young's buttons effortlessly. After the first time, the man should have had the brains to stop running his mouth, knowing what the consequences would be if he continued. But he hadn't stopped and neither had Young.
"I just wanted to protect you," he tried, knowing he sounded more than a little defensive.
"I never asked you to!" David instantly snapped, anger flooding the room as if a switch had been flipped.
Tagging: @snarkyauthor @autism-purgatory @the-golden-comet @wolgerrswraith @stars-forever
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You have to have water fic titles because you're drowning in wips, huh?
:0
(On one hand i personally found this very funny and I did do a little huff huff of genuine laughter—)
(On the other hand I did do a little quick calculation, and over the 2 years I’ve been writing in this niche of a fandom, I’ve published 60 fanfictions on ao3 and of that 60, 48 have been completed, which leaves me with 12 work in progress fics on ao3—OUT OF 60!!!!!! 12 fics out of 60 that are works in progress !!!!!
12 !!!!! Out of!!!!! 60!!!!!!!!!!)
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