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Word Find WIP Meme!

Thanks for the tag @fishing4stars this was a lot of fun to dig through the WIPs!

How it works: I search for the words assigned to me by the person who tagged me in WIPs and share snippets. I then choose four words for you to search in your WIP(s).

I was assigned: Rain, Horse, White, Shatter

Rain (Excerpt from the Ranger AU!)

Théodred’s mouth shut with a click of teeth, blue eyes snapping to Rhosynel. Was it wariness? Alarm? The Prince eyed her like she was a wild animal, or an injured dog, like she’d turn and bite if provoked. Considering she’d almost turned her blade on Boromir, it wasn’t far off the truth. Fuck, she was starting to shake. Full body tremors like she’d run a mile in the freezing rain. When had she last killed a man? Had she ever killed a man? She’d killed plenty of orcs, but now a human man was dead at her feet with numerous stab marks to his back and her hands were covered in blood and her throat was bleeding bleeding bleeding.

Horse (I have 3 million mentions of horses 😂 but enjoy this tandem ride from the Falconer AU)

Rhosynel had been about to adjust the too long stirrups, when his hands landed on the saddle in front and behind her, and with a deceptively easy motion, Boromir hauled himself up and landed behind her. “A war horse isn’t ideal to start relearning with,” he commented, almost in her ear with his proximity, as he reached forwards and gathered the reins from her hands. “I’ll ride with you, since I’d rather our sole falconer not fall, again.” Rhosynel didn’t have an answer for that, mainly because there were no coherent thoughts in her mind at all. Hands gripping the pommel of the saddle so tightly her knuckles had turned white, and her eyes were locked on the ears of the horse. The rest of her attention, was entirely consumed by the position she’d abruptly found herself in. Boromir’s arms neatly boxed her in against his chest, which was close enough to Rhosynel’s back that she could feel the heat radiating from him seeping through her tabard, warming her spine. His thighs were pressed to her own, his longer legs able to reach the stirrups with ease, and Rhosynel became alarmingly aware of just how her backside was flush against him.

White (On Swift Wings)

Now what? She’d impulsively climbed the White Fucking Tower, and for what? A dream? Dreams weren’t founded in reality, her dream self may have found a concealed door and hidden chamber, but that didn’t mean that it was real. That very same dream had also meant she’d know of Sauron’s attack on Pippin before it truly happened. “Fuck.”

Shatter (On Swift Wings)

Flames guttered and crackled within dark windows, broken buildings lay shattered across the road, cracked flagstones and loose cobblestones made the horses footing precarious. But on they rode, pushing closer and closer to the Great Gates of Minas Tirith. Rhosynel’s arms were burning, with the effort of lashing out. One hand gripped the back of Boromir’s tunic, using his own weight to keep her seated as she leant precariously over the saddle, blade rising and falling, slamming and stabbing and cutting anything that came within reach. When her arm grew tired, she righted herself, and leant the other way instead. The Great Gate loomed overhead, shattered and broken beyond repair, and without missing a step, the host surged through it.

Thanks again for tagging me!!

Words for others: Swift, tree, hunt, and fall

Tagging: @konartiste, @celeluwhenfics, @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras and @esta-elavaris (but only if you're up for it!)

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@erathene this is the tumblr post I was thinking off when writing chapter 25!!

hope is a skill

[cametotheshowinsd]

I love you, it's ruining my life.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT || April 19th, 2024

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STYLE

P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had constant flings with Paige. When you two split up for college you never talked to her again. You visit a friend’s basketball game and this gives Paige a second chance to walk back into your life.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warning(s): 2025 UCONN team is still together and everyone is kinda the same age but younger?? Idk. + Nika, not a warning but reader attends Aburn University and majors in aerospace engineering, inaccurate aerospace engineering terms/related things. Suggestive perhaps. Reader has some mad skills even if she's kinda short sorry! (Sorry that the height isn't general), Reader is literally league material /j kinda.

WC: 2.5k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

"I fucking hate you." You say as you take a couple strides and plant your lips firmly on hers.

That night you took the time to catch up with Paige. You weren't going to let her in easily but it was nice to have the closure. You both agreed to start again but take a different approach on your relationship.

No more hookups. No more flings.

"So... aerospace engineering huh?" Paige asked, sipping on a glass of water.

"Yeah, I just didn't really know what I wanted to do but I knew I wanted to either do something with teaching or engineering. Looking into the future, educators don't get paid very well so I decided to look into engineering." You said.

You two were sitting on your small hotel couch, sitting on opposite ends. The distance felt weird but both of you were too afraid to say anything.

"What made you pick aerospace engineering?"

"I literally looked at potential engineering majors and I thought aerospace was a cool term. That's kinda it."

"You certainly are something."

You smiled and looked down at your phone. A text from Nika came through.

did paige resp 2 u yet??

yes and no

wym

she didnt respond but she showed up at my room

oh did u 2 fight again

we kinda did the opposite

ok stop getting freaky bro

im not

i lit wanted 2 make sure u were ok and ur telling me u two fucked was it like a hate sex situation

we did nhot fuck

oh

You smiled and closed your phone. Paige's lips frowned, she wasn't sure why she was feeling a certain way. The way that made her stomach churn. She knew she had no right to be jealous, it was all too fast to return to the way you two were. Paige couldn't help it though, the way that she didn't want to wait to get back to the closeness you once had.

"What?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing." You smiled and looked at her.

"Alright." She looked down.

"Uh were you planning on staying long? Cause if you were we can order take out. Or i can cook whatever you prefer."

She wanted to, wanted to catch up and whatever. But it felt like an intrusion, perhaps too early to stay so long. That's what the old Paige had the privilege to do.

"Nah, I should get going. Thanks though." She stood up.

"Oh, alright. I'll walk you out."

It was a short distance from the couch to the door and it hurt both of you.

"Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for hearing me out." Paige turned to look at you.

You two stood there kind of awkwardly before she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, your shoulders dropping at the relaxing gesture.

"Goodnight, Auburn."

"You know my name you know, UCONN. But goodnight."

You both smiled and Paige opened the door. She walked out into the hallway and continued to the elevators. You shut the door behind her and let out a deep sigh.

Sure you missed her and you were super happy that you two could start over. But you were worried that even though you had agreed to go slow, you wouldn't be patient enough to get back to her.

You knew the old Paige was gone, she had grown and matured. She's changed and so have you.

You take your phone out of your pocket and order DoorDash. You were in the mood for something simple so you ordered your food and texted Nika.

u busy

no why paige is back btw

ik she left

really wouldnt have guessed

wtv

whats up what do u need

nothing js bored i cant do anything during the night here

game is in 2 days

ya

u should totally join us in the training facility tmr were js gonna play a few games no actual practice

idk how 2 play basketball

didnt paige teachu

howd u know

she told us

ofc she did

said u played when u were younger and had potentialf or the league

shes not srs i lit cannot shoot to save my life

well see

You shake your head and open Paige's contact.

did u tell nika that i can play

play what

basketball idiot

oh no

she said u did

acc iprob did and idnont rememer

bro spell

no why r u joining us tmr

she invited me

u should come

perhaps

u should come see me

still full of urself i see

only when it comes 2 u

You heart her message and hear a knock on the door. Opening it, a DoorDash delivery person stands in front of you. Swiftly, you take your food and give a tip before shutting the door.

You almost moan at the smell and rip it open, digging into your food. It was nice being somewhere away from home or school but you did miss both of those.

Bringing the food over, you turn on the tv and surf until you land on some crappy home reality show. Your phone pings again and its another text from Nika. This time it's a link to an article.

Paige Bueckers and Her Hotel Sweetheart

That was the headline. You scroll a bit skimming through the article. Apparently someone caught a picture of Paige coming into your hotel room and the person somehow knew it wasn't her own room.

Paige's contact photo popped up on the banner.

u saw the article? sry i thought no one was around

its ok idm

itll simmer down trust

ok

You didn't give her much to work with, you didn't really care if they thought you two were something. Because the important thing was that the people closest to you knew the truth.

Finishing your dinner you decide to get ready for bed. Putting on your favourite playlist and doing all your nightly activities before crawling into the semi-soft sheets.

You didn't really bother scrolling on your phone like you normally do when you're winding down. Too tired from today's activities, so you plug in your phone and turn off the nearby lamp.

The next morning, the early light attempted to peek through the blackout curtains. Naturally waking up you sit up and yawn. Sleep fatigue had caught you for a brief moment and you stood up carefully, padding over to open the curtain.

You smiled. The scenery was breath taking. The stunning grey pavement loaded with a bunch of colourful cars. The fucking parking lot was your view.

You grab your phone and open it seeing a few notifications but nothing important. Today you decided you were going to take up Nika's offer and join them at the facility.

im acc gonna join u

ok meet me there in half

ok

You got ready for the day, pulling your hair back into your signature ponytail with a tiny braid tied into it.

You didn't pack a bunch of athletic clothing but you did pack a pair of shorts and a thin tee. It wasn't the most flattering fit you've ever worn but you make do.

You called for an uber and waited out in the lobby until then.

A sleek black SUV pulled up and you got in the backseat. You knew never to sit in the front unless absolutely necessary. You treated the front seat as only being taken if you're close to the driver. Which you're not so you opt for the back.

"Hi." The driver says as they wait for you to buckle up.

"Hey, the UCONN training facility."

They nod and start driving.

You get there a bit before the time and see Nika just pulling up.

"Hey Nika."

"Hey, ready to go?" She asked, her hair tied back.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't really pack anything athletic."

"Oh well you can borrow an extra jersey if you'd like." She says in her own jersey. Usually they don't wear them if its not game day or practice but the flexibility of the jersey created a way for fast paced movement and lightness.

"Oh, if you have an extra one that would be good."

"Sure, come on." She scanned her ID and held the door for you.

"Thanks."

She led you to the court and to the locker room. It was empty, the faint humming of the building's machinery sending soft soundwaves to your ears.

"Uh, I'm sure there's one around here." Nika put her stuff down and searched until she grabbed a white piece of fabric.

"It might be a bit big but it'll do for now. We can even match!" She smiled.

"Don't all jerseys match?"

"I mean yeah but it'll be like you're officially on the team."

"I don't know if I deserve to wear it then, I'm not very good."

"Oh shush, I'm sure you're being very modest."

You slip off your shirt showing off your black Nike sports bra and slip the jersey on. It was light and flexible just how you thought it would be.

"You know, back in high school I had a crush on this one girl who had a number 5 jersey." You smirked a bit showing Nika how the jersey was literally double your size.

"Was it Paige?"

Your smile faltered.

"No actually."

Nika gave you a surprised look but she didn't buy it.

"Huh, didn't know you were capable of loving." She joked.

You lightly hit her. You were unaware of who's jersey you were wearing, the name shown off on the back. The blue lettering bold, UCONN 5 on the very front.

Nika smirked when she saw who's jersey she had fished out. She opted to not say anything and led you to the court. No one had arrived yet and Nika said it was just cause she wanted to have some fun with you before the others did.

"Alright you know how to properly use a basketball right?" She said tossing you one.

"Yeah, P taught me."

"Oh, we're back to calling her P, huh?" Nika smiled.

"Shut up. Paige taught me."

You dribbled a bit before bending a bit, feeling the rhythm of the ball. Tossing the ball towards the net, your wrist bent for an accurate follow through, the ball goes into the net with a slight whoosh. You made a basket from the free throw line.

"Damn, usually people who don't play don't really get a basket on their first go."

"This isn't my first time playing, thought P said that."

"I meant in a while."

You smiled and passed her the ball. She made an easy basket again from the free throw line. You two played a bit with the ball until the doors open and a few of Nika's team comes in, in their jerseys.

"Nika, hey!" Azzi calls.

You both greet the girls and Kaitlyn smirks. Her eyes crinkle at the corner.

"You look official in that jersey."

"Nika lent it for today."

"You sure it was Nika?" She hinted looking at the back lettering.

You give her a confused look and Nika ushers them into the locker room.

"What was that about?" You asked making another basket.

"Dunno." She smiled.

"You're a terrible liar."

"Just, you'll see." She catches the ball from you.

The girls come out and you all start playing a bit of actual basketball, they went easy on you and you appreciate it. They took this time to work on actual casual fun instead of perfecting every little mistake and pushing themselves to be perfect.

Finally, a 6'0 familiar girl turns up.

"Sorry I'm late." She says, not looking up from her phone.

"There she is!" KK runs over and tackles Paige.

You laugh at the two before looking over at Nika. She's giving you a knowing look and you shake your head. It wasn't awkward that she was here, no. You were actually kind of happy. You missed being around Paige and playing basketball with her like the old days.

KK eventually got off Paige and she looked at her team. Her eyes land on your figure, your back was turned to her but she could spot you in a crowd if she had to.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.

Your figure had caught her off guard sure, but ironically the guard had caught something bigger. The large BUECKERS in blue had stood out the most. Where had you gotten her jersey?

"You're staring." Sarah said nonchalantly.

Paige turned to her. "Where'd she get that?"

"Nika said she fished it out and lent it to her for the day. You got a problem with it?" She smiled, knowingly.

"Uh, no." Paige mumbled.

She watched as you talked, your lips moving as every syllable escaped from your mouth.

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like.

Finally, you noticed her and walked up to her.

"Hey P."

She smiled at the nickname. Sure her friends, family called her the simple name but it was oddly different when you said it. It was like a secret only you two had but unfortunately it was pretty public.

"Hey, Auburn."

"Are you just going to call me that from now on? I have a name."

"Your university is fun to say what about it?"

"It's like you're allergic to using my name." You joke.

"I'm not, it's just more fun."

"Okay, I'll use your name to show you it's not scary to use someone's name."

"Alright."

"Paige Bueckers."

"Auburn."

You shook your head and hit her shoulder.

"Lovebirds, we have a game." Ice called.

You turn to look at her and smile. Looking down you avoided Paige so she couldn't see the blush that painted your cheeks.

"Your jersey looks good." She said promptly.

"Thanks, Nika lent it to me, and look! It's your old high school number." You smiled.

You remembered. Paige had thought it was sweet you still remembered her number.

"Yeah, carried it to college too."

You pause.

"Huh?"

"The 5? It's still my number."

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Your words get caught in your throat. You spin around to try and get a look at the name at the back and sure enough you catch the last few letters of Paige's last name. You look up and see Nika beaming at you.

You send her a glare her way and silently curse her out.

"I am so sorry. I can take it off if it's yours. I didn't know Nika gave me your jersey."

"It's alright, I already have mine on and plus it looks better on you anyways." She smiles and you smile back.

It takes you back to the days where you wore her jersey for high school matches and wore her apparel casually around the school. Everyone knew you two were basically best friends who were in denial but no one really said anything.

"Guys, come on." Kaitlyn whined.

You shake your head and head back onto the court. Paige headed into the locker room for a brief moment and then joined your guys' game. Her position filled, doing what she did best.

You had a lot of fun and especially had the most fun with Paige. Unbeknownst to you and the girls, the school's media team had come in and snapped a few shots of the team, you being in the shots as well.

You wouldn't have known it then but the amount of headlines and speculations that would stir from a few pictures would cause your whole world to flip.

'Cause we never go out of style. We never go out of style.

@niya500 / @lol-12n / @atditsitzjt

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Just spent the past couple of days re-writing my battle of the Hornburg chapters so here's a gut punch snippet for you all!

“Rhosynel,” Boromir said, voice low and rough with emotion, dragging her attention back to his face scarcely inches from her own. “I cannot fight if I’m worrying for you. Stay in the keep.” Even as her head shook, unwilling, his thumb swept across her cheekbone through the track of tears she’d not noticed falling. “Please.” There was a desperation in his voice at that single word, grey and silver eyes gleaming with what could only be called fear. Against her own judgment, Rhosynel surrendered. “I—I’ll remain in the keep. But come back—” Rhosynel’s throat tightened, and the last two words remained lodged in her throat. ‘To me.’ Some of the tension faded from Boromir’s eyes, the hands framing her jaw relaxing against her skin as he nodded silently, unable to promise vocally. Her fingers curled into his arm, trying to grip the metal bracers. A voice called out to him from the front of the room, and with one last glance to her, Boromir slipped from Rhosynel’s grasp.

Happy Sunday, Fellowship! 💜

Writers, now is your chance to tease one of your works! Share with us (approximately) six sentences on the story you're working on. If you don't have anything to share just yet, go add six sentences to your current WIP!

Readers, do you want to participate? Challenge yourself to leaving a 6 sentence comment on a fanfic, or even one of the six sentence snippets shared by your favorite writers!

[whoismartianfox]

Sleepy werewolf and werebat Steddie based on @paperbackribs fic (Absolutely beautiful fic, do yourself a favor and read it)

[idk1027]

Why does Imogen give me under the radar hardcore swiftie vibes

Violet:(walks into Imogen room before classes one day) Hey are you almost rea-

Imogen:(in her sleeping clothes still holding a hair brush like a mic, just screaming and jumping around)AND WHOS AFRIAD OF LITTLE OLD MEEE? Well you should be

Violet:

Tarin:

Andarna: WHOS AFRIAD OF LITTLE OLD MEEE? Well you should be

Imogen:

Imogen: Mention this and you die

[court-of-secrets]

sloane mairi is a tate mcrae & avril lavigne girl!!

violet sorrengail is a lana del ray & taylor swift girl!!

and catriona cordella is a sabrina carpenter & olivia rodrigo girl!!

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Seven Sentences Whenever

Tagged by the wonderful @fishing4stars this was a fun one as I write LONG sentences!

“You plan to ride out, with the Host?” With a heavy sigh, Rhosynel turned to face her mother, already dreading the argument that was to come. But instead of anger or wariness on her mother’s features, she looked… resigned. Behind Rhysnaur, by the office door, Rhosynel could see her sister, could see the kids, watched as Rhymenel scooped up Faerhys and settled the lad on her hip, no matter how he was getting too big to properly carry. Wennarhys was leaning on Hamasael, watching with quietly pensive eyes. Old enough to understand just how close the city had come to falling, too young to understand how it could have ended for her. Tholcred, her father was smiling, looking so relieved, and then noticing Rhosynel his entire face lit up, raising a hand in greeting. “I’m riding out.”

No pressure tags as per usual! @esta-elavaris @erathene @konartiste @scyllas-revenge @sotwk

[servjin]

human thundercracker with dove wings

[sarcasmiclife]

Clearly, Allison Saft was listening to The Prophecy while writing Wings of Starlight because why else would she feels such an incessant need to give her readers a hangover that will never end

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT | TAYLOR SWIFT | APRIL 19TH, 2024

All’s fair in love and poetry.

[blazeperalta]

i love you, it’s ruining my life

i love you, it’s ruining my life

[softodettes]

willow by Taylor Swift has to be my new favorite song for Violet and Xaden because it's just so on the nose.

a lot of the lyrics apply, but "the more that you say, the less I know" and "they count me out time and time again [...] but I come back stronger than a 90's trend" and "show me the places where the others gave you scars" really stand out to me.

(and Xaden really did take Violet's hand and wreck her plans, and he is her man!)

[karmaisxadenriorson]

what if he’s written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind?

source @ ouhbela on twitter