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honestly i think you've organized pretty well! i can find your fics easily and I'm very excited to see what you do next

i wish you the best of luck with everything :3

Thanks! That means a lot lol! I think I'm done editing for now? I don't know. I just wish my account could look as nice/aesthetic as everyone else's 😭

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Masterlist Key: 🥀 = Not Currently Writing 🌹= Currently Writing

What you're likely here for/who I’m known for writing:

Earl Hickey 🌹

Dr. James Wilson 🥀

Dr. Robert Chase 🥀

Others/One Time Deals (so far at least):

Jamie Tartt (Oneshot) 🥀

Cruise (Ground Control) 🥀

Hogwarts Legacy Drabble 🥀

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There's so much I want to write, but I feel like I need to set up this account so it's easier to access/etc but I don't know how and I can't make up my mind.

If you can't tell, I'm one of those people who, when overwhelmed, just kind of shut down/give up.

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The Rules/Disclaimers

I don’t write smut, yandere, or poly.

If I don’t feel comfortable with the request I will not write it.

I tend to write female based readers/characters.

All work is my own!

I apologize if requests take forever!

Thanks!

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I JUST THOUGHT OF THE ANGSTIEST(?) EARL HICKEY FANFICTION BUT I FEAR I LACK THE SKILLS TO WRITE IT

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love your characterization of earl c: how do you interperet him having met the reader?

Thank you! That means so much!

If you're looking for a fic, I'm still thinking!

If you're asking for a few short headcanons, look below:

I tend to think the reader isn't from Camden.

My first thought is that they might be passing through and end up having car trouble or something.

Earl and Randy are driving past, and Earl gets this nagging feeling. It might be towards the beginning of his journey, so he's begrudgingly turning around to ask the woman if she needs help. Because karma knows he's left a few women high and dry in the past.

Randy very likely protests because he's tired and hungry.

You're probably a little wary of two men turning around and approaching you. Maybe making you grab the small can of mace you keep in your car. After all, being in the middle of nowhere with nothing in sight can be kind of scary.

There's more, but it feels like I might write this? I remember I wrote something similar to this in the past, but I gave up on it, so I'll see if I can find that or just rewrite it all together?

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Earl Hickey Masterlist

Oneshots?

Strawberry Fields - My first and favorite

To the Movies and Back - Not the best, mentions Alvin and the Chipmunks

Summer Heat - New with tension?

Uneventful Nights - Newest, nothing much, fluff?

Headcanons?

Meeting Earl

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Uneventful Nights

"Darlin, you're starin." Earl whispered. His eyes still closed. You lay in bed beside him, the motel alarm clock softly ticking beside you.

"Can't help it. You're irresistible, Earl..." You almost cooed. You might not be able to fall asleep as the night was still young, but Earl was almost dead weight beside you.

"I am?" He opened a lazy eyelid in surprise to be greeted with your light laughter. "I mean..." He cleared his throat and tried to puff out his chest. "Of course I am." You giggled next to him. Something you swore you'd never do, but then again, a lot has changed since you met Earl.

"Ok, easy tiger. I didn't mean to wake you up." You soothe.

"S'alright." His words slurred with tiredness. "Can't sleep?" He attempted to roll on his side to face you but gave up halfway. "Talk to me, sweetheart." He yawned. "I...I promise I'm listenin'."

Your heart swelled at the sight. It had been a long day full of making amends to people on his list. Most of which gave him plenty of strife for it. And yet he still tried to make the most of the little alone time the two of you got even when he was exhausted.

Alone time that you only got because Randy was staying over at Joy and Darnell's thanks to an agreement Joy and you had struck up so that once a week, you could get your alone time with Earl. Of course, it cost you. But babysitting Dodge and Earl Jr. once a week wasn't too bad. Usually.

"Babe? Didya fall asleep?" Earl asked, effectively snapping you out of your inner monologue.

"I'm fine. I'm just thinking..."

"About?" He sighed. But you knew it was more out of exhaustion than annoyance. You could tell he was fighting for his life. You sighed.

"Nothing important. Come here. You gotta get to sleep."

The man complied and buried his face in your neck as his arms wrapped around your torso. His mustache tickled the tender skin. Your one hand instinctively found its way to the back of his head and started lightly massaging his scalp. You continued the gesture until you heard his soft snores. At which you steadied your hand and planted a kiss to his hairline.

"Goodnight, my sweet lover..."

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Summer Heat

It was a record-breaking high for Camden County this summer, and everyone was feeling it. Earl, however, was determined to cross another person off his list.

"Earl, it's too hot to cross anything off your stupid list! I feel like my insides are melting." Whined Randy from the couch. You were spread out on the bed while Earl sat on the edge of it.

"I know it's hot, Randy! But I gotta finish my list!" You could see the sweat beads form on his forehead before he quickly dabbed at them using his list as a makeshift handkerchief. "Ah shit!" He quickly fanned out the piece of paper in hopes of drying it. "Ah great, now it's smudged!" He lamented. Not liking to see the man upset, you sat up and went to take the paper from his hands.

"Here, lemme see." You smoothed out the wrinkled page and squinted at the streaky line. You were sure he had the thing memorized, but with Randy's stream of complaints and the unbearable heat, you thought it better to take the new annoyance off his hands. "Mmm. Number 38... stole... the kids ..... something pool....on a hat day- hot day!" You exclaimed in partly feigned enthusiasm before looking back at Earl. He smiled, a look of thanks graced his sweet face before he gently took the paper back.

"That's right...number 38. Stole the kids' kiddie pool on a hot day."

"Oh, I remember that!" Piped up Randy before chuckling to himself. "That was fun. It had little fishies you could play with. Plastic ones. Not live ones cause they'd get hurt cause our bodies would've squished -"

"I think we get it, Randy." Earl gently cut off the other man before he could continue his tangent. You shook your head and laughed lightly at the mens' interaction before Earl once again caught your attention. He stood up to look at both you and Randy, and you saw that adorable look on his face that he only got when he had an idea about his list. "I've got it!" He clapped his hands together. "I'll make it up to the boys, and I'll find a way for us all to beat the heat!"

"While how can you do that? That kiddie pool barely fit the two of us! Remember, there was no room, so in order to get space, we kept kicking each other in the -"

"Randy! Please! There's a lady here..." Earl trailed off before looking back at you. A rare but obvious blush gracing his features. He usually had no shame but around you? That was another story. He coughed awkwardly. "What I was tryin to say is... I'm gonna fix the motel pool. Ya know, clean it up and stuff."

You smiled at his idea. The motel pool was a commodity that was rarely used and for good reason. More often than not, it was a cesspool of trash, loose bullet shells, and once even a rotting horse head. You grimaced at the memory. You slowly got up to approach the man.

"Ya know Earl how much I love to help you..." You placed your hand on the side of his face while the other went to rest on his chest. His hands instinctively grabbed your hips. "It's just..." You trailed off.

"You don't want to deal with the carcass, do ya." He looked down at you, an eyebrow raised.

"Maybe..." You smiled sheepishly before smirking. You got up on your toes so as to whisper in his ear. "Plus I have to go swimsuit shopping." His grip tightened on your hips, and you could feel his cheek heat up against your skin. "Ya know, get something nice?" You let your heels hit the floor and lean back to look him in the eye. "So am I off the hook Hickey?" You batted your eyelashes, smirk never leaving your face. You could tell he was imagining what sort of swimwear you might get, where it might hug your features, if it would be a bikini? In his stupor, he simply nodded and let his grasp fall. You pecked his cheek before heading for the door. As you turned to close it, though, you peaked your head through. "Of course, it has to be child friendly. After all, the boys are gonna be around!" And with a final slam of the door, you were off. And Earl? Was snapped back to reality.

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@capan-deveraux2 single handedly made my day! I'll definitely be writing tonight!!

I feel so crappy about everything I've written recently except that one Earl Hickey fanfiction (Strawberry Fields) and I would love to write more but A. there's no demand and B. I can't think of any ideas so I guess I'm stuck.

If you have any ideas/suggestions I would love to hear them though

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Soccerball and Reader Stall

Come onnnnn!" The boy whined as he kicked the ball into the makeshift goal before it bounced back at him.

"Noo!" She said back in the same whiny tone, eyes still on the page she was reading.

"Just this once!" He continued to kick the ball as he pleaded.

"I told you, Jamie, I don't like soccer!" She half-heartedly huffed. Eyes still scanning the book in her hand. Suddenly, the sound of the ball flying back and forth stopped. A shadow loomed over her.

"Alright, first! It's football! Not -" he mocked the way she said it, "'soccer'. And secondly..." He quickly snatched the book from the girl's hand. "You'll have to play if you want your book back!" He raised it over his head as the girl jumped to reach his arms. Although thanks to his growth spurt, she quickly realized it was futile and huffed.

"Fine!" She blew the hair out of her eyes before grabbing the ball from him. "It's just kicking a ball around 'innit'?" She mocked back. She placed it on the ground before kicking it into the goal. Turning back around to stick her tongue out at the adolescent male. "Happy?"

He smirked at her actions before setting the book aside and racing over.

"Yeah, well, anyone can do that." He grabbed the ball from the net. "I'm talking one on one." He pushed the ball against her chest. " I'll even let you start with it. Ya know. Give ya a chance and all that." He smirked as she grabbed the ball.

The girl took the ball from her cocky counterpart and set it on the ground. She hesitantly began to kick it around between her feet. Eventually, she hooked her toe under it before hitting the ball with her near and then back to between her feet. A smile grew on her face as she slowly gained confidence.

"Ready."

Jaime went for the ball, but she quickly kicked it back with her as she backtracked away from the boy. She turned around to start dribbling the ball back towards the goal, but Jaime ran right along with her. He snagged the ball from under her and started running back to the goal. One kick and...

"Goal!!!" He started to celebrate as he grabbed the ball to replay. "Ya see that? Pure talent! That was cute that little backtrack thing, but you gotta be bettah than that to beat the star!" He turned around to face his friend. She stood still looking at the ground. "Y/n?" Her knees buckled, and she started to go down.

A/n: a shitty tease to a shittier story that has not gone farther than my what's in my mind. Aged 13/14 at this moment in time. Likely won't get any farther though unless someone wants more so...

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To the Movies and Back

"It's on. It's on! Quick!" Randy shouted as he sat in front of the motel TV. Earl was in the bathroom getting ready while you lay on the couch.

"Ok! I'm coming!" He said as he entered the room. "I don't understand what the big deal is."

"Sit down, sit down! Look!"

Earl settled on the couch beside you as you sat up to see the tv.

"This Christmas in a theater near you! Alvin and the Chipmunks make their debut on the silver screen!" The tv flashed with cgi chipmunks dancing across the screen. "Starring favorite characters such as Alvin, Simon, Theodore, and Dave!" The camera shot to a man who looked to be around your own age, and your jaw dropped. He looked almost exactly like Earl. Like a clean shaven doppelganger. You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Now, how did they get those chipmunks to do all that?" Randy started as the ad ended.

"Well, it's not really them, Randy." Earl started.

"I know that's not the real Alvin and the Chipmunks. They've been retired for years." Randy said in a duh tone. "Can we go see it?"

"I don't know, Randy. I still have a lot of things I need to get done with my list an all."

"Oh, come on, Earl, can't we do what I want just this once?" Randy pouted.

"I don't know..."

"I'll go with him." The boys' heads whipped to face you.

"Really?" They both said at the same time. One hopeful and one in disbelief.

"Yeah, sure! I mean, it could be fun! We could make a day of it and take Dodge and Earl Jr. too! My treat! Besides that guy, Dave? Is pretty cute." You looked towards Earl smirking at that last part. Positive that he must've seen the resemblance between himself and the character. But he only gave you a confused look in return.

"Alright, I guess I'll call up Joy..."

Hours later, and the movie was about as good as a children's movie about talking chipmunks could be. Joy, Darnell, and the boys were back at the trailer. Randy had fallen asleep on the couch as soon as they entered the motel room, while Earl decided to get ready for bed. You sat on the bed waiting for him to come back out.

Earl had been surprisingly quiet the entire time, but you chalked it up to him being anxious to cross something off his list. You hoped to talk to him before going back to your place.

When he came back out, he looked a little shocked to see you.

"You're still here?" He avoided eye contact and got into bed.

"Of course. I wanted to talk to you before I left." You furrowed your brow at the odd behavior. "Is everything ok?" You crawled over to the end he was at to look him in the eye.

"Did you really think that guy in the movie was cute?" You laughed lightly before seeing the expression on his face.

"Well, yeah. But you know why I thought he was cute...right?"

He shook his head slowly.

"I only thought he was cute because he looks so much like you!" You laughed at the bewildered look on his face.

"Does not!"

"Does so! Of course, you're wayyy more attractive than that guy, though." You winked as a grin spread across his face.

"Yeah?" He looked up at you suggestively.

"Oh yeah... I mean, he didn't even have a mustache! Less one as sexy as yours." You ran your fingers against the aforementioned feature.

"You know Randy's asleep...you and I could have the bed?" He looked up at you with hope and something else shining in his eyes. You brushed your hand down his face, quickly dismissing the idea.

"Earl, I love you, but there is no way in hell I'm making out with you or anything else while your brother is in the room." You kissed his nose. "But I will cuddle with you. As long as you keep it PG." You kicked off your shoes before Earl helped you under the covers.

"PG-13?" He moved his hand to cup your chest as you rolled your eyes.

"Goodnight, Earl."

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hello, i am here to humbly request a robert chase fanfic, it could literally be about anything, i just want something tooth rottingly sweet and fluffy plz 🙏🙏🙏

Darling Domesticity

Summary: Part of the Chase Miniseries

Warnings: crude language/innuendos

You were busy in the kitchen looking through the cupboards for a snack when you heard the door open.

"In the kitchen." You yelled out as your eyes scanned back and forth. The same food as always staring back at you. Usually, there would be plenty to eat, but your pregnant belly had been disagreeing with you for the past few months.

You continued to search until a pair of arms wrapping around your waist interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey babe. Baby." Robert placed a kiss below your ear. "How are you two doing?" He whispered. Your shoulders slumped against his frame.

"Fine... just hungry." You sighed as you turned in his arms to face him. He moved your chin so that you'd meet his eyes.

"Well then, let's fix that. After all, I'm not only a masterful husband, doctor, and lover but also a pretty fantastic chef."

You giggled. "And where exactly did those credentials come from?" Your brow raised. Robert scoffed in mock offense.

"Well, if you let me, I can show you my credentials." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You snorted at his antics.

"Why don't we just reevaluate your cooking skills for tonight." You caressed his cheek. "We can talk about those other two later." You winked and patted his cheek before waddling over to the couch.

Standing on your feet all day, staring into the fridge and pantry was exhausting. As much as you loved carrying your baby, you couldn't wait for your back pain to hopefully subside with the birth. You stifled a yawn.

"Babe? How long do you think dinner will take?" You called out to your husband. "I'm kind of tired."

"Take a nap, love. I'll wake you when it's ready." He called back.

It had been about an hour since you finished dinner. Robert had cleaned up the kitchen and was changing into more comfortable clothes. You were lying on the couch scrolling through the tv channels when he came back down. You lifted yourself up so he could sit with you, but he quickly lowered you back down onto his lap. His hand threads itself through your hair. The picture of domesticity.

A/n: I'm not back. But I hope this is enough for this old request.

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Strawberry Fields

You mindlessly looked through the tv guide as the shower water continued to thrum on. It was last weeks of course. A few pages had been ripped out, most likely by Randy, so he could remember when whatever show he wanted to watch was on.

The falling water came to a stop, and you heard the rusty shower rings scratch against the old metal pool. Muffled grunting followed for a few minutes before what sounded like the shitty hairdryer roaring on.

"Ah! Hot!"

You heard a crash before the hairdryer was turned off. You bit back a grin as you tried not to roll your eyes. Suddenly, a figure came out from the bathroom in his boxers and t shirt.

"Did you try and dry your bits with the hair dryer again?" You asked. He gave a sheepish smile towards you.

"Yeah, but only cause I know you don't like cuddlin when I'm still wet! And Randy will be back in the morning! We only have so much time!" He defended himself as he quickly got into bed beside you.

"You're so thoughtful." You chuckled. "But you know that thing gets really hot all of a sudden!" You turned towards him and brought his face closer before kissing him. Your hands trailed down to the hem of his t shirt. "May I?" Earl eagerly nodded before putting his arms up so you could slide the shirt off. You threw it onto the end of the bed before you both cozied up together and laid back.

"So what do you want to watch tonight?" Earl asked as you laid back against his chest.

"Doesn't matter to me." You buried your face in his chest a little as you lazily answered. His chest hair filling your senses with...strawberry? You furrowed your brow before looking up at him. "Did you... shampoo your chest hair?" You gave him a confused look.

"And conditioned. The bottle said 'Strawberry Fields'. I figured it makes my head hair soft and smell nice, and I know how sometimes your face gets itchy after sleeping on my chest, so I thought I'd try it." He looked down at you as he continued fiddling with the tv remote. "Did it work?"

Frankly, you wouldn't be able to tell at least until morning, but that sweet, loving, hopeful glint in his eye told you that he put thought into the odd gesture. So you exaggeratedly brushed your face against the hair and snuggled up to him.

"Oh, definitely. Way softer than usual." You yawned against him. That seemed to satisfy the man as he landed on a TV channel and settled in more. "Thank you, Earl."

"Anything for my girl."

Let's just say you dreamt of some really weird yet comforting strawberry fields that night.

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A little thing I wrote while daydreaming about Hogwarts Legacy. It's the most I've written in a while. Maybe one day I'll be able to expand on it.

A Familiar Fantasy

Three students could be seen in the middle of the hallway. Two of which were yelling at each other.

"It's left!"

"It's right!"

"Ugh! It's left!"

"Alright then, Miss Know-it-all, how come my brothers told me it's right!"

"Are you stupid? They are trying to trick you!"

The third wondered down the hall a bit. Tired of his friends' incessant arguing.

He came to a portrait of an older girl. He couldn't explain why, but she seemed wise, kind.

"Excuse me, Miss?" He hesitantly asked. The woman in the portrait looked down at the young boy.

"Yes?" She smiled.

"Would you happen to know if the quickest way to Potions Class is left or right? We're a bit lost." He looked back at his friends who were still trading insults. She followed where he looked and lightly laughed. The argument felt familiar.

"Oh, of course! I've only hung here for about a century and before that explored the halls myself." She smiled. "It's left."

"Thank you, Miss..."

"(L/n). But you can call me (MC). And you are?"

"Harry Potter." A look of recognition crossed her features at the mention of his name. She stared at him for a minute as if remembering something before gently shaking her head.

"Well then. Welcome to Hogwarts, Mister Harry Potter. Good luck on your journey." She smiled as if she knew something great was in store for him.

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Saturday Mornings

Summary: Even lazy mornings can be exciting...for some people. Part of the Chase Miniseries.

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

You squinted your eyes at the sudden stream of light as you awoke from your slumber. Your husband buried his face in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It was early Saturday morning, so everyone got to sleep in. Of course, you felt that Robert had other plans than sleeping this morning as he not only kissed your neck but you could also feel something prodding your thigh. You rolled over to face him as he started nipping at your skin.

"Really?" You raised a brow as his hands crept up your body.

"Come on." He almost whined. "Layla's not up. We have time..." He murmured against your skin. "And how else am I supposed to deal with this?" He said, his body flush against yours so that you could feel exactly what he was talking about.

"Well, you have a hand, don't you?" You teased as he continued to trail his lips all over your skin. You looked at the clock before sighing. "I suppose we have time-" You were cut off as a squeal escaped your lips when he rolled on top of you but were quickly quieted when he pressed his lips to yours. As hands trailed bodies and mouths fought for dominance, you were suddenly interrupted. 

"Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing?" You froze at the little girl's voice, thankful you both were still clothed...although boxers and modest lingerie wasn't the greatest to be caught in...

"We're-we're-" You struggled to find an excuse not wanting to have 'the talk' with a five year old.

"We're wrestling, sweetheart. Daddy's winning." You rolled your eyes at your husband's excuse before turning back to your daughter.

"Why don't you go downstairs? I'll be down in a minute to get breakfast, baby." She nodded before pattering to the kitchen. You went to get up as soon as she was out of sight, but someone had other plans. "Babe, we can't do this now. I have to get up and get her breakfast before she comes up here again."

"I can be quick!" Your husband whined.

"Oh, I know just how quick you can be, but even that's not quick enough for a hungry toddler." You chuckled as he frowned at the jab before getting off of you.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with..." He motioned to his nether regions as you leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"Take a cold shower and pray she doesn't remember this moment when she's old enough to realize what 'wrestling' actually means." You went into the closet to put on a robe and some slippers before coming back out. "Or do it yourself." You shrugged as you turned to leave. "But not on the bed!" You shouted over your shoulder, not wanting to have to do laundry because your husband couldn't be bothered to do it into the toilet. 

You made your way to the kitchen and found Layla sitting patiently at the table.

"Fruit?" She nodded her head as you got her a little bowl (no strawberries as they had been restricted to special occasions only after the last incident) and some juice as she waited. By the time you were finished and had given the food to the little girl, Robert had joined your side.

"Who won?" Layla asked, finally breaking the silence. Robert looked down at the little girl confusion spread across his features.

"What?" The girl giggled at her dad's confusion. 

"When wrestling!" 

"I did!" You said as you smirked at your husband before bending down to your daughter and mock whispering, "Daddy's not a very good wrestler." She laughed at the 'secret' you had just told her. From behind, you could hear him scoff.

"Please. I'm an excellent wrestler. I demand a rematch!" You smiled before wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his lips. 

"Sure you are, baby." You mocked his pouting.

"Well, if the two of you are only gonna make fun of me, I guess I won't make pancakes." You frowned, letting go of him.

"Noo!" Your daughter whined.

"Not until I get an apology." Robert said as he crossed his arms and turned his back to the girls.

"Sorry, Daddy!" He didn't budge, so you sighed and came up behind him. Your arms wrapped around his waist.

"Sorry, Daddy." His face went red at the innocent sentence, and you felt a slight lift in his pants. 

"Say that again." He whispered so your daughter wouldn't hear. You smirked as you walked in front of him and put your lips near his ear. You could hear his breath catch and see the tent in his shorts rise.

"No." You whispered into the shell of his ear. You kissed his cheek and started to back away as you looked down at the sight before you and smirked. "Take care of yourself...again. I'll make the pancakes. And don't forget to wash your hands!" You said, making sure to keep things out of the toddler's sight and earshot. He groaned before awkwardly shuffling away.

"Alright then, babygirl! Do you want blueberries in your pancakes?" You turned to see your daughter just about finished with her fruit and juice. She nodded eagerly. "Well, coming right up!"