summary: two best friends that shy away from their love for one another until a drunk confession comes out leading to misunderstandings but as they say; drunk words are sober thoughts.
100. “can you just be my friend and not the guy i just confessed my love to?”
pairing: drunk!reader x quinn
word count: 1.6k
note: this was requested to me as a blurb for my quintin jerome hughes night but it ended up being much longer than i thought it would have been so i turned it into an imagine ! thanks for requesting @jostystyles<3
y/n wants a new life. she wants to start over and san jose is the perfect place to do so. she gets a job at a flower shop, starts college at sjsu, everything’s great. thomas bordeleau, her favourite hockey player, just joined the san jose sharks and she’d love to become his friend to live out her dreams. the only problem? if she’s successful, he can’t find out she’s a fan.
summary - three years is a long time; and sometimes one person won’t be as faithful as it seems. y/n was stuck, and sometimes love isn’t enough….
type - (2.1k wc) blurb turned fic??
inspo is the other woman by lana del rey </3
warnings - sad, angst & blanks being a— well….. just read to find out.
If there was something in my life that I never thought that I had to apologize for, it would be for being successful. I have worked all of my life to be in the place where I am now, about to graduate from my dream program at a prestigious school and be a first-generation college graduate. I had the love of my life who I had met in the middle of it who change my whole perspective on the world. He taught me how to enjoy life, he taught me how to love, how to appreciate all of life’s opportunities, I was set……. Until I wasn’t.
Six (I think I copied seven whoops) sentence meme tagged by: @starsandskies
Come Back Home -ish
Alessa’s skin glistens under the dimmed lights of her bedroom. Warm tones from the ceiling refract off the drops of sweat, sparkling like the stars that painted the sky. It was these small moments where her beauty shined as if she was made of diamonds. A blanket of red persists on her gaunt cheeks; a sign of passion persisting through her body. Alessa’s make-up had melted off hours ago, no match for the beads of sweat on her forehead. Her head tilts forward, submitting to the growing fatigue. Nothing has ever compared to this; the afterglow.
I don’t really have many writing friends, but if you write fan fic feel free to share yours!
been a while since I translated my texts, so I’m a bit rusty, but have this piece of “fragile” anyway
“You can die,” she repeats, quieter this time. “Don’t you know it?”
This is a really, really stupid question.
But the very idea that Goro could die, here, now, after all the danger was left behind, is so unjust V starts trembling. She never thought about it, and now it feels like there are three of them in this room: she, he, and his death. Inevitable and inescapable, because even if not an Animal’s fist or a stray bullet, the time itself will take Goro sooner or later, while V with her mechanical body, with her three-years-out-of-tank brain, will live for a long time.
Taggedby@camelliagwerm! (I thought I wasn’t but my notifications are being poop lol)
The half elf sighed, sinking back into the mattress again, pulling stray cushions back under them. “Fine. But lose the street clothes, I just got new sheets.”
His tail twitched involuntarily, a smile wide enough the sharpened fangs poking over the lips as he tripped about, unbuckling the straps of his boots.
“At least you didn’t throw a spear at me like the last time.” Woljif mumbled then, as he pulled the shirt haphazardly over his head, grumbling as the collar caught on the horns in the attempt to yank it off. “Why was there a javelin in here in the first place?”
Rellihn didn’t turn again, still lost in the pile of furs, face shoved on the pillow and ashen hair sprawled everywhere. “I did not throw it. And you broke into my chambers.”
“That’s not the point!” He argued, finally rid of the tunic. “Normal people don’t have a javelin under their bed to begin with.”
“I was raised in an orc stronghold, you’d be surprised what we keep under our beds there.” They yawned. “And normal people don’t lockpick their way into other’s bedroom.”
[Ki-Shar] was the first to wake up, her tuqoise lights clicking back on and her motors whirring into life. “HOOoowHaAat,where am I? Vero? Veroksis??” the pale Ghost zips up into the air, narrowly missing the roof beam, her lens snapping round the barn to find her Guardian. Her charge laid on a makeshift bed, quite still and motionless, but alive.
“Oh thank the Traveler..” Ki-shar dipped in relief, slowly floating over to the window nearby Veroksis, trying to look out into the late morning day, to find out where they are. It appeared to be a fairly primitive farm settlement, humans and some Guardians walking round the place with chores, and what looked to be a makeshift command center in one of the wooden homes.
“Well,, at least we are still together Vero.” Ki-shar sighs softly, looking over her charge before scanning about on the Vanguard Net to try and catch up on what has happened since they passed out. All in all,, it was not good, no matter which way you turned it. Traveller in chains, the City is on partial ruins and locked down, the Light seems to be non-existent, and hundreds of Guardians are either missing,, or dead.
Commander Zavala seems to have made some sort of outpost out by the Saturnian worlds, no word on either Cayde nor Ikora. At the moment, the one running any manner of shots is a rough Militia whom have lived out in the wilds for generations. A dark skinned woman called Hawthorne, her pet Hawk, and a sharpshooter called Devrim.
“Well,,bolts. Getting into any fights now is,, I am not sure I want to even think about that possibility. Urgh. Wait,, how did we even get here? We were wi-”
“Darling, I knew you were lying. I’m the most powerful person in the city.“ The villain said matter-of-factly. “No one dates me without trying for a taste of it.”
“Why- why would you….” Their lover stumbled over their words before adding quietly, “Why didn’t you break up with me?
The villain gave a sad smile and glanced down. “I hoped that your love for me trumped your lust for power.”
“Lust for power? I don’t- I don’t want to be powerful. That’s your job- thing. Your thing.” He shifted nervously, foot to foot. “It looks good on you. I wouldn’t suit it.”
“A lust for my power, then. Much the same, if only not requiring my disposal.”
“Disposal?! No, I- that’s not what I-”
“Wouldn’t suit your plans?” The villain’s gaze drifted down, swept back up again. Searching. No. Dissecting. “So I am alive for a reason. Nice to know.”
Their lover spluttered. “I don’t killpeople-”
“I do.” Their gaze sharpened, their words a whetstone. “Ah. So that’s it. You wanted a killer on a leash. A pet rottweiler.”
“I hardly thought you’d let me leash you. You much prefer to be on the other end.”
“So you hoped I would leash you. A favoured lapdog.” They stepped forward, cape swirling around their ankles. “Defended, protected. Which means you must have other enemies?”
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS ZIJEROJG I love this okay, I love the misunderstanding where Villain is like “oh you were manipulating me” and their lover is just “???? was I????? what???” I love!! that dynamic!!
also the concept of seducing a powerful person to be under their protection is just JUICY I need more drabbles and prompts about that
Selena kicks up off the ground again, but this time I rise with her. I squeak, instinctively clinging tighter to her waist. My chin fetches up against her shoulder, so close that I can smell the earthy notes in her perfume. Her back is warm, reminding me viscerally of her fingertips against my temple that night in my bedroom, how the heat of her touch lingered long after she’d pulled away.
I decide to focus on this, as it’s a wonderful distraction to the fact that the ground is shrinking with every breath. If I focused on that, I might very well have a nervous breakdown.
I commissioned this FABULOUS art of the MCs of Graveyard Girlfrom@aritany!!!! Oh My God They Were Broommates feat. rough draft text from Baby’s First Broomride…………….they grow up so fast
Thank you very much to @adelaidedrubman for tagging me! This is a pretty old snippet from The WIP That Wasn’t, continuing on from this point in the story. Got a bit too close to the good stuff last time, so this week, we’re back to Joseph trying to do his miserable job while Hoyt acts like his nasty little shitcoil self.
My progress on anything has been….slow so uhm, have a little bit of various projects that hopefully will be done at some point along with the start of an edit for the most recent moodboard prompts!
not tagging anyone this round because my head is pounding and i’m in hell i’m in purgatory etc etc
to be totally honest, i have… not written much at all. i’ve been working on a few playlists (mostly for projects/ships i’m hoarding for myself) so here’s a few previews of those & some various snippets.
a snippet of a lily backstory that’s going to lead up to phase 4 (quick tw for overdose and good old fashioned childhood trauma!):
Warnings:Eddie’s existence is the only season 4 spoiler. Tattoos? idk if that’s a warning. Plenty of swearing. Suggestive content but not actual smut. Why have my fics been getting spicy lately? I swear I did not intend for it to go this way. Not proof read because nothing that I write ever is. You guys get whatever comes out of my brain hole.
A/N: This is in honor of my latest tattoo hurting like a bitch, more than all my other ones have. This is what I get for getting a four hour long session on my inner thigh. I did this to myself
Warnings:Mentions of food, whatever warnings apply to the movie ‘Home Alone’.
Azuchi castle houses five sons. Chaos was inevitable, with each and every one of them at home for the holidays to pay respect to their parents.
“Keiji, Masamune. If you want to help, stop throwing flour!” Hideyoshi had warned two of his sons, a deep frown set on his face and his apron more white than chequered, as was the rest of his person.
The threat of throwing the two of them out of the kitchen was a real warning, though neither really took it to heart. After all, none of the other three were willing to help and with the disaster that the kitchen already looked like all help was needed when dinner was with a grand total of fifteen.
“Catch!” Masamune had called, mischief clear in his eyes as he flicked something off his knife. At the other side of the kitchen Keiji had turned around, his mouth wide open as he caught the thing flying through the air, a grateful smile on his lips as he chomped down.
I was lucky enough to be paired up with my good friend @kaizoku-okubey in the @class-b-abuzz-bang! I’m so happy to be able to illustrate such a fun fic, a big thank you to Ezra for working with me and my other friend @rachiebird for hosting this event!
Link to Ezra’s Fic (please do give them some support!):
I know I’m currently submerging myself in the FFXIVWrite and the Thancred/Aisling story that comes along with it, but I’m also working with great intensity on my Estinien/Adriene fic, so you’ll get a sneak peak for the next chapter from there :D (Sentences shmentences amirite)
She didn’t need to go far. Barely a few minutes out of the Stone Vigil, she felt someone close by, and as she looked around, she saw Estinien already approaching. This time, the shudder that went through her was clearly one of heat, and she swallowed dryly as he came towards her. There was no denying that she felt him, that invisible bond between them simmering and tingling and reigniting the fire that had burned inside her during the fight. Inside the Stone Vigil, another dragonling spark fell silent.
“Did you see it?” she asked instead of a greeting, her voice trembling with excitement. “Did you see me?” Her breath was white clouds in the air between them.
“I saw you,” he confirmed, stopping a few steps away from her.
Too far away, the fire inside her insisted, and Adriene took a step towards him. But he still had his visor closed, and so she stopped again even though her eyes burned into him.
“You did well,” he added after a long second, and her face lit up at the praise.
“I could feel him,” she told him excitedly, “I could feel Isgebind, I knew where he would be, knew when he’d soar and when he’d come down again. It was glorious, Estinien, I just knew and it became so easy!”
Adriene looked back towards the Keep where another spark stopped, and another. A short flicker of pain went through her heart, and her smile wavered for a moment before she caught herself again.
“Did you see how I jumped on his back?” she asked, her voice somewhat breathless. “You remember when I asked whether being the Azure Dragoon meant being able to fly, and it’s ridiculous, of course it is, but for that moment, just that tiny moment on his back and between his wings, it truly felt like I could.”
“Adriene.” There was a strange insistence in the way he said her name, and with a sharp click, his visor snapped open as he crossed the distance between them.
But Adriene was too wound up to stop, the smile on her face elated as she continued, “I could fly, Estinien, in that second before I… I could fly. It’s glorious, that feeling when wind and wings become one, and the fire in my throat is burning and ice at the same time.”
Estinien’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yourthroat?”
“Yes,” she insisted, even though there was something tugging at her mind, at their bond. “I felt… like nothing could stop me. I would crush them all, but then there was-” Adriene frowned as another spark fell silent, her heart clenching. “No, wait,” she said, confusion tinting her voice. “That’s wrong.”
A short little drabble for @kunstpause with Azem/Artemis
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With a heavy sigh, she let herself slump back onto the chaise longue, her eyes fixed on her work that was propped up on a pedestal near her.
“I don’t know. Something is still missing,” she clicked her tongue. Languidly her fingers painted patterns into the air, smoothing lines, dragging corners, widening spaces while her eyes were narrowed in concentration.
“It looks so… ordinary.” Once more the movement of her fingers coaxed the form of the figurine into another shape. Tiny, pointed horns formed on the figurine’s head and were drawn out and curled with a half-hearted spiraling twist of her finger.
“It’s so mundane. Boring.” Demotivated, her hand sank back down again, accompanied by another heavy sigh.
“I’m off my game today, I guess.” Her attention shifted from her own work towards her companion who was casually lounging on the chaise opposite hers, currently occupied with plucking grapes from their stem and relishing them.
“You’re whiney today, that is what you are”, he retorted with a small though teasing grin curling his lush lips before another grape passed them.
His banter elicited another sigh and an elaborate eye-rolling on her part. “And you are not very supportive today, my dear.”
“Supportive of this ordinary boring thing?” Before he could continue she grabbed one of the small pastries from the coffee table between them and threw it at him. He didn’t even bother to catch it, it just bounced off of his chest and fell to the ground, leaving a trail of friable crumbs behind on his robe. “I’m just honest, which is why you like me. Remember?” he chuckled.
“You could at least make an effort to put me into a better mood and take my mind away from this insufferable inadequacy.” She tilted her head in silent reproach.
“Tsk, I won’t do anything until you haven’t cleaned this mess you’ve made,” he noted with a challenging arching of his eyebrow and a leisurely gesture towards the crumbs in his lap for which she was to blame.
Her lips curled into a slight smirk. “Mhm, I see”, she said while slowly standing up and walking over towards him.
Soon the crumbs had vanished as did the robes and forgotten was the unsatisfying part of the evening…
