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hi pinning this just to make it extra clear i literally don’t use this sideblog for anything but fic updates!

my main (which i also follow from) is @quinnfebrey and that’s where i’m most active/am a real person/answer asks/etc. 😗🤙🏽✨

[busyheaded]

hiii!! i loved we still have time SO MUCH and now i want to read these days of dust, but the links you posted just take me to the main ao3 page. did you make it private?

hi!! sorry, i deleted that one :(

[jazzyjazzin]

A Place So Familiar (ao3)

part 1 of 5

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The Great Divide [2/?]

aka the franchaela parent trap AU that nobody asked for

chapter 2 excerpt:

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followed a dream and a strange desire [1/3]

words: 51,735 summary: “The first time I saw you," Michaela says, "I thought you were the strong-minded sister of my cousin’s new wife.” She smiles then, small and sad. “Somehow you ended up more than that. You ended up being you.”

“You say that like it is something special,” Francesca says, voice small.

Michaela holds her gaze. “It is to me.”

or, 5 times Michaela leaves Francesca + 1 time she comes back (or, scenes from scotland + a s5 reunion)

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[busyheaded]

you don't want to call it off (but i don't want to call it love) [1/1]

summary: Whatever Michaela put in their lemonade is making Francesca's head spin, and the spinning shakes out all the things she has never said before. “You are beautiful, Michaela.”

Michaela’s mouth twists into a wry smile. “You are just now noticing?"

“No,” Francesca says. More spinning, more words coming loose. “But now it is decidedly my own opinion. Before, it was just… in concept.”

“Well,” Michaela says. “I think you are beautiful too. And not just in concept.”

or, a canon compliant S2 interlude in which Francesca meets Michaela in Bath

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[busyheaded]

guys are there generally-accepted-fan-made surnames for mira, zoey, or jinu? i’ve seen “kang” for mira and “choi” for zoey in multiple fics but where did that come from lol

[busyheaded]

5 times elphaba leaves + 1 time she comes back. moments from canon plus bonus fix-it material.

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excerpt:

Elphaba steps forward. “But you knew I was alive?”

Glinda shakes her head. “No.” The statement comes back unspoken. You don’t seem surprised to see me. Her shoulders slump slightly, and the fight deflates with a rattle in her chest. “But I hoped.”

Neither of them say anything for a long time. That is alright with Glinda. She needs a moment to prepare herself for this ambush, needs time to recover the lost footing so that she might finish this conversation without embarrassing herself. She also allows herself time to take in Elphaba’s appearance after so long. The black color palette is still in fashion, apparently, but instead of the long gowns, Elphaba is dressed in dark trousers and a jacket. Her hair seems clean and kept, her skin is bright in all the right ways, and her face still bears that youthful glow under the hardened exterior. So she really has been safe and well.

Glinda’s eyes roam once more over Elphaba’s full form, and when she travels back up to Elphaba’s face it becomes clear that Elphaba is doing the same thing. Glinda remembers that she is wearing nothing more than a poor excuse for a nightdress. For some strange reason this makes her blush. And for some stranger reason she gets the impression that Elphaba is blushing too.

Finally, Elphaba speaks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my plan.”

The anger is gone now. Glinda’s voice is small and petulant. “Well, good,” she says. “You should be.”

Her tongue twitches to shed more. I’m sorry too. I missed you. I wish I had saved us. I wish I was braver. I will never forgive myself. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. But she refrains.

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these days of dust [5/?]

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these days of dust [4/?]

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these days of dust [3/?]

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don't say yes (run away now) [1/4]

summary: Ava is so close that Beatrice could reach out and brush her thumb along her bottom lip, could tuck the fallen lock of hair behind her ear, could count the number of times she blinks and hold her breath when she doesn’t. Not that she would. Obviously. Because she’s not insane.

“I’ll tell you everything,” Ava repeats. “But I just have to make sure. You’re in, right? You’re still in?”

God, if you’re up there, Beatrice prays, I’m sorry I said I don’t believe in you anymore, but please don’t let me regret this.

or, wedding crasher for hire au

excerpt:

“So, do I get to know what the event is?” Beatrice says, raising her eyebrows. “And who is the host?”

“Yes, that’s… that’s certainly important,” Ava says.

More silence.

“You’re not talking,” Beatrice observes.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” Ava says dryly. 

“Are you nervous?” Beatrice asks. It seems like a stupid question, but there’s really no other explanation, and the whole situation can only be a mystery for so long. Might as well get it over with, right?

“You seem like a good person,” Ava sighs. She throws out a sloppy grin. “True or false.”

“True,” Beatrice says. “As far as I’ve been told, anyway.”

“I’m worried that this is, like, moderately immoral,” Ava admits.

“Immoral,” Beatrice repeats.

“Yes,” Ava confirms.

“But only moderately?”

“Could be worse.”

Another pause.

“You know I’m not a hitman, right?” Beatrice says, raising her eyebrows. “I don’t kill people. Or kidnap them or anything.”

“Oh, God,” Ava says, shaking her head vigorously. “No, of course not. It’s not illegal, alright? It’s just, on a scale of, like, from the Dalai Lama to Jeff Bezos, this is maybe sort of right in the middle.”

As if that’s not the weirdest scale of measurement. Beatrice frowns, trying to conceptualize it. Ava is implying that one end of the spectrum is a saint, the other end is a morally corrupt but technically not actually criminal billionaire. And this job is… in the middle of that?

Beatrice shakes her head. “Ava. I think you just have to tell me.”

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[absurdlyinaccurate]

me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

[busyheaded]

we could blame it all on human nature [1/?]

summary: Blinking, Eloise takes a deep breath, running over the facts in her mind. The article is referring to Cressida Cowper, aka the girl she hooked up with at a party once and then never had a civil conversation with again in all of their four years at university. And, according to the news article, Cressida will not be playing for the Dash, two thousand miles away, she will be playing for the Thorns. With Eloise. They’re going to be teammates. What the fuck?

or, football au with a healthy dose of enemies to lovers, fake dating, and a side of fwb

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[beca-mitchell]

Cressida Cowper's Guide to Graceful Debauchery (1/1)

Summary: Perhaps an overlooked point of contention within their (fairly) new courtship: Cressida Cowper is too diligent a student regarding the finer points of feminine etiquette and flirting while Eloise Bridgerton is wholly uninterested (and uneducated) in feminine etiquette.

Or: Eloise is woefully oblivious and Cressida is perpetually (sexually) frustrated.

Word Count: 10,500

Rated M

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[tboybobreynolds]

heartbreaking. you have to write the fic youre writing in order for it to be written