Fic Writer Showcase Tag Game
How it works: A pick a favorite passage from your work for each category below. It can be a line or a few paragraphs.
This was unreasonably hard for me to pick things. 😂
Most Romantic Writing: Struggled to decide on what counts as "romantic enough" for this but we'll go with this bit from Not My Stars (Chapter 10) (Din Djarin x reader)
Something fell into place. How he'd pushed you away after you'd been sick. The same way you'd pushed him away. Trying to hide from your own feelings. Had he...? You reached out with a shaky hand to touch his arm, drawing his gaze back to you. You were certain, then, and tried, feebly, to tug him closer. To show him you still wanted him near. His breath left him all at once and then his forehead was pressed against yours again, his body hovering carefully over you in an awkward lean from the edge of the bed. Slowly, cautiously, you slid your hand upward from his arm until it reached his face, drawing your thumb across his lips in a silent question.
You could feel the moment his resolve broke. Feel him melt under your touch. His eyes slipped closed and his nose brushed against you as he tilted his head. His lips found yours gently, slowly, as if he feared he might break you if he moved too fast. Only when you pressed eagerly back into him did he pull you nearer, one hand slipping behind your neck as the other held him steady, braced on the mattress next to your waist.
Angstiest Writing: That title probably goes to Emptiness (TNG - Data genfic) - need to read the whole thing for impact but:
He had not even bothered to turn on the lights, and sat now in the dark, feeling the weight of that same emptiness squeeze at his chest. He could no longer deny it anymore. Could no longer brush it off as some simple malfunction. His head fell into his hands, cold android tears spilling between his fingers to leave dark, oily stains on his shirt. He didn't know how long he stayed there. Long enough for strands of hair to come loose as he rubbed messily at his eyes and failed to regain his composure.
Most Humorous Writing: Can't decide on this one either (my favorite funny line is actually from an old forum RP, not a fic) so I'm dropping one that hasn't gotten much attention - Relative Dimension - in my old habit of chucking my oldest OC into random fictional universes just to see what happens, she gets to meet the 9th Doctor.
"What on earth are you eating?"
"It's called a banana, stupid," Garnet said thickly, not yet having swallowed. "You've seen a freaking banana before. So is anybody gonna tell me what a Dalek is?"
"No."
If you want my favorite however, it's from a nearly 2-decade-old wolf RP 😂
The sentry's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Crap! He didn't know how to fix this. So he did what any sensible, brave, masculine creature would do in this situation.
He screamed bloody murder.
Sexiest Writing: OK I've written smut but every time I look back on it none of it looks sexy to me so I'm just gonna pick a random one I guess? So have a snip from Stranded (TNG - Lore x Reader)
A few things happened all at once. Lore's grip on your throat loosened, his hips locking yours to the wall well enough on their own. The tension left your body at the same time as that same hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you in toward him. Fuck it this guy was hostile as anything but he was hot. You threw your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss he planted roughly on your lips, trying to move your hips against his own but they wouldn't move. He shifted ever so slightly, fixing you into a better position, and providing just enough friction to elicit the tiniest squeak from you. He responded well to your sudden enthusiasm, letting you away from the wall to wrap his other hand around your back, clasping you to him. He had yet to release the kiss and his tongue was forceful, invasive, turning that single squeak into a muffled moan.
When he finally released your neck you came up flushed and panting, the smirk on Lore's face both smug and curious as his fingers twined absently into your hair. "Well well. Seems you organics are good for something after all."
Things progressed from there. One minute the android was grinding you against the wall, the next he had bent you over the table, ripped your clothing aside, and pressed you down, one hand pushing against the side of your face, the other locking your hands behind your back with that same iron grip from before. Not that you planned on resisting, unless that would make it more fun.
It took me hours to even get myself this far so I'm lazying out yet again with an all play tag.
