#WIP Folder Game

[wchswift]

BODYGUARD LOGAN!!!!! we don’t have enough fics of him w this the fact that be was canonically one in the 70s makes my head spin

Heyy! omg yes, the fact that it is canon does things to me!!! So, I already talked a little about this the last time I made the WIP folder, buttt it's going to be about the daughter of a mobster who hires Logan to take care of her. At first, he doesn't even pay attention to her or show any interest, but after years of knowing each other and Logan being her bodyguard, the feelings start to change. Here's a little of it since I don't know when I'll finally post this fic:

You sat cross-legged on your bed, watching him over the edge of a book you weren’t really reading. He was sharpening a knife, his movements deliberate, the faint scrape of metal on stone filling the silence.

“Logan?” you asked softly.

He didn’t look up. “What is it, kid?”

“I’m not a kid,” you muttered, earning a faint smirk from him.

“Right. My bad. What is it, ma’am?” His tone was teasing, but the warmth in his eyes as he finally glanced at you made your heart ache.

“Do you ever think about what you’d be doing if you weren’t stuck with me?”

His hands paused, the knife resting against the whetstone. “Stuck with you?” he repeated, his voice low.

You shrugged, pretending to be casual. “I mean, you could be anywhere, doing anything. But instead, you’re babysitting me.”

Logan leaned back in his chair, studying you. “You think I’m stuck here?”

“Aren’t you?”

For a long moment, he didn’t answer. Then, in a voice softer than you’d ever heard from him, he said, “If I wanted to be somewhere else, I’d be there.”

Your breath caught, but before you could say anything, he stood and moved toward the door. “Get some sleep,” he said over his shoulder, leaving you to the chaos in your chest.

[zepskies]

Hey!

It's really tough to choose which to ask about for the WIP game (I love all your stories).

There were two I couldn't decide between, so can I be cheeky and ask about Over the Bridge and Red-Eye, please? 🩷

Hey there! Aw thank you so much!! 🥰💜

Hahaa you can certainly be cheeky. 😘 And it's interesting you picked those stories, because both of them are my last two squares for Jacklesverse Bingo!

OVER THE BRIDGE

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Soulmate!Reader 

Summary: Your car is teetering on the edge of a rickety bridge. When Sheriff Beau Arlen arrives at the scene to help you, he realizes that for the first time in his life, he can hear his soulmate’s thoughts.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

“You okay?” Jenny said. “It’s not often that you’re at a loss for words.”

Beau shot her a wry look. He opened his mouth to reply, but the voice in his mind grew even stronger. Sharper. Feminine, and desperate.

Hellooo! Can they even see I’m still alive over here? Oh, God. Please. I can’t move…

Beau blinked in confusion, but the sharp tug of fear and dread inside his chest was even harder to ignore than the thoughts in his head—thoughts that were most definitely not his own. It was the strangest sensation…

RED-EYE

Pairing: Jason Teague x F. Reader

Summary: Your best friend is getting married. Naturally, you’re running late for your flight back home to good old Smallville, Kansas, and so is the handsome stranger who saves you.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

With wide eyes, you turned back and found your suitcase lying on the floor, on its side, now with two prongs of black metal poking out without a handle. The damn thing broke.

“You gotta be shitting me!” you groaned as you struggled to pick up your suitcase by one of the now jagged beams coming out of it. “You can’t just give up, dude! You’re killin’ me here.”

To be fair, the suitcase was heavy as hell. You’d probably overpacked.

“Hey, uh, miss. You need some help?” You looked up at the question, meeting a pair of green eyes and the handsome face of a young man. His short, blondish hair caught on the overhead lighting, brandishing the ends of it golden.

re: the WIP Folder tag game...

[almostfoxglove]

Freeeee-eeeeyaaaa. Give me that filth idk. 💞

MALLORY okay hear me out. this will likely never see the light of day because I'm HORRIBLE at pwp (no matter how much I'd like to be able to write smut without any plot or context... I always end up writing a fucking novella of background info *wistful sigh*)

SOO even though I gave a little peak at this jackson!joel smut here, I'll give you another peek at the beginning :,) it was originally going to be a christmas one shot but I'd have to rework it at this point HAH

📝 wip folder game

[artsarasp]

(Oh god I hope I’m doing this right🫠) uuuummm ask game with “SOMETHING sy and bingge” ???? I love your art and writing so much it makes me crazy 😔😔😔

You're doing great and I love u, Thank u so much <3

"SOMETHING sy and bingge" is a little one-shot I wrote where SY from syonr meets Bingge in a dream!

I think I can share the whole thing since I'm probably not gonna add anything to it- please forgive the nonexistent grammar, I'm too tired to fix it.

Shen Yuan wasn't aware that he wasn't simply dreaming. 

He might have been. 

If he hadn't left his system on silent, the notification of a brand new side quest would have been a giveaway. 

But as it stood now, he had no clue anything was amiss when the beautiful, dark-haired figure he only remembered from his fanmade posters back home stood in front of him.

Luo Binghe. 

It wasn't his Binghe, his friend was still shorter than him at this point and his demon heritage was still firmly locked away. The man in front of him was- Wow! Truly out of the final chapters of Proud Immortal Demon Way! 

Tall and Handsome, his curly dark hair cascading on his shoulders artfully and framing his face perfectly, letting his shiny zuiyin peek from behind his locks just enough to paint, overall, unfairly beautiful picture. 

No wonder every woman fell into the guy's bed! Who wouldn't?

Shen Yuan couldn't help a little squeal of excitement when he spotted Xin Mo– Xin Mo! Was in his hands! He could act a little excited about it, it was a dream after all! He didn’t have to hold back his inner fanboy 

“Can I hold Xin Mo?” He asked before Luo Binghe could say anything. 

Shen Yuan had paid no mind to how the man had been staring at him until then, his mind probably couldn't come up with more cool things to have this perfect copy of Binghe do. 

Just existing was cool enough!

But now that he was waiting for an answer he paid more attention to the movements of the demon emperor. Luo Binghe seemed startled by the request. He looked down at the sword, then back at Shen Yuan. 

“You know its name. “ He said. 

Shen Yuan scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“Of course I know its name! It's the strongest sword in the world!” What sort of question was this? Brain please make the cool Binghe of his dreams not make dumb questions. 

Luo Binghe's eyes narrowed, then he stepped closer to Shen Yuan. 

He was huge compared to him in his stupid teen body. Shen Yuan might have stepped back if he were awake simply because Luo Binghe's presence was the sort that made you want to shrink back in fear. 

But it was only a dream! It was his favorite character in front of him, in all his glory! He couldn't help the grinning from ear to ear. 

Binghe seemed… confused by this. 

Shen Yuan hummed, still waiting for an answer. He thought, maybe this version of Binghe was slightly influenced by how he saw his own Binghe. This close up, If he looked at him right, with just a tilt of his head to the side he could spot tiny details this version of Binghe shared with his friend. 

Despite the age difference they made the same expression when they were confused, their eyebrows creased in the same way, their eyes darted to the side then back down like always. It made him smile more. 

“Do you know it's cursed? “ Luo Binghe asks. 

“Duh!” He has to roll his eyes again. Really, brain. What sort of questions are you making him ask? “ It's only a dream, what harm can it do?” He says instead. 

Binghe keeps staring at him but this time Shen Yuan is not able to read that expression, it's not like any his friend has shown before. Then a smile paints itself on the demon's face. 

“You can hold the sword if you answer some questions I have.” He says. 

Shen Yuan grimaces. Not even in his dreams can he just have a cool thing! Knowing his brain, Binghe is gonna ask him to recite that poem he's been struggling to copy down in calligraphy class. ugh. 

“Okay, but no questions on the curriculum!” 

Ah, there's that confused expression again. that's funny. 

Binghe clears his throat. 

“Are you Shen Jiu?”

Shen yuan blinks. Who's that supposed to be now? Ah, wasn't that Shen Qingqiu’s name before ascension? bah, it didn't matter!

 “No, That's Shizun. I'm Shen Yuan. Let me hold the sword now” He reached for the hilt but Binghe simply raised it out of his reach. Then he had the nerve to look amused. 

Look at you already abusing your height A-Luo! 

“I said questions.” He mocked. “Do you recognize me? You don't seem scared.”

What sort of interview was this? He crossed his arms. 

“How many questions? Give me a number!” He wasn't about to have his dream end before being able to hold the sword!

The demon smiled. “A thousand.”

“Eh?! That's so unfair, Binghe!” Shen Yuan cried “I'm gonna wake up before even reaching half of that! Heartless! “

The demon seemed even more amused at the teen's outburst. 

Then the hilt of Xin Mo was presented to Shen Yuan. 

He let out an undignified squeal again and reached for the sword. only to have it yanked back up before he could touch it again. 

Unfair!!! He was being bullied by the hot future version of his best friend!!! 

“I changed my mind, I don't want to hold Xin Mo.” He pouted. 

A small laugh left the demon emperor. 

—

Luo Binghe was known across the three realms as the immortal demon emperor. 

He was known by now for taking what he wanted.

 In his search for his “Nice Shizun” he hadn’t thought he’d find so many different versions of him. Sometimes his nice shizun wasn’t his shizun at all. Sometimes it was a nice shishu, sometimes it was a nice stranger, sometimes it was a nice shidi.

This “Nice Shizun” seemed to be the main variant missing from his life, every other world he visited had some version of it, only his didn’t. 

Why, he couldn’t understand. But he wouldn’t wallow in how unfair his life was, he’d stopped doing that when he first hit the bottom of the abyss.

He just needed to find the perfect nice Shizun to steal for himself. Have another version of himself suffer like he did. it would only be fair. 

Maybe the nice Shidi could work.

[savethepinecones]

WIP game: psych ghost gus au

ooh okay so gus is a ghost and shawn is actually psychic on top of having his observational skills. basically shawn still picks up on clues but any time gus adds vital info its technically a legit psychic thing. gus is the only ghost shawn can interact with (think like "spirit guide" type stuff). gus is still afraid of ghosts

[teaandjumpers]

undercover fic from WIP game 👉👈

Sorry this is a little late anon, but I didn't have anything for this when you asked!

Obi-Wan is sent undercover on behalf of the Kaminoans to bid for a contract to mine a new development on a far-flung desert planet. He's playing a roguish negotiator type. Anakin is playing a bartender where the meetings are held. Long story short, another bidder takes a liking to Anakin and gets handsy. Obi-Wan steps in and basically says that he's already procured Anakin's services for the rest of his stay and from then on Anakin has to pretend to be Obi-Wan's pleasure companion.

- - - -

Anakin let out a huff of air from his nose, frustrated. 

Obi-Wan was never going to leave marks with that light of a grip. He pulled at his Master’s wrist, dislodging the other man’s hold on his neck. 

“If you can’t do it,” Anakin said, clearing his throat. “I’ll do it myself. I’ve done it before.”

Obi-Wan’s face paled, and a pained expression flashed across his face as a sharp pulse of guilt flooded the Force. 

“Padawan.”

“Don’t, Obi-Wan,” said Anakin, placing his mechno-hand around his own neck. “It has nothing to do with you. And if you’re not gonna help, I’d rather do this without an audience.”

Obi-Wan dropped his gaze, his brows furrowing as he appeared to consider something. 

Silently, he pulled Anakin’s hand from his throat and replaced it with his own, the grip firm and secure. 

“If it gets to be too much, you tell me,” he said, eyes locked on his. 

And then he squeezed. 

Not too tightly, not at first. 

But the pressure grew, and as it did, Anakin tried his best to keep his excitement buried. He had never thought, never let himself think, that this—that his Master would choke him. 

But here he was, Obi-Wan’s broad calloused hand pressing against the curve of his throat, the pressure near-perfect, making him feel what he always felt when someone got this right.

Quiet. Bliss. Lust.

[swamp-jello]

Wicked Grace sounds intriguing, if you wouldn't mind sharing some details? 👀

Iiiiiiit’s smut! Lmao.

Set several months after the end of the game, the team meets at the Lighthouse for dinner. Afterwards, Taash gets them all to play Wicked Grace.

If you’ve read Green, we know the Spirit of Charisma said the Crows refuse to play Wicked Grace with Rook. (I know you have, @future-ghoost.)

Anyways, Neve’s had a little wine and is feeling bold. She decides to test her luck. As the game goes on, it comes down to Neve and Rook. They discuss the stakes. Neve asks what Rook wants if she wins and Rook whispers it in her ear. The team calls foul until they see Neve turn crimson. Given that they’ve never seen her so flustered, they decide they don’t need to know, lmao. If it embarrasses her that much, it’s worth it. Neve agrees to Rook’s terms.

Anyways, Rook wins.

The bet? If she won, she gets to eat Neve out for hours without a break.

As a note, I’m already a few pages in and the beginning starts with Neve remembering her earlier reunion with Rook, which involves a strap.

Anyways, look out for it - I’ll publish soon!

(灬ºωº灬)♡

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

Okay WHAT is Oh look it's Gilgamesh

wip game post here!

oooouuugh yay ok i was hoping someone would ask about this one. it’s a modern au binggeyuan inspired by this post i made a billion years ago.

i’m in the exploratory phase of this one too, but i’ve been putting a lot more work into it lately bc it has become my 2025 writing goal lmao. i’ll talk abt it under the cut :D

…so i just finished writing and it’s a little longer than i anticipated. tl;dr: what if satan from the actual literal bible crawled out of hell and told the pope that he wanted to be friends now because there’s something much worse than himself down there.

so the idea is that luo binghe is a mythological figure somewhat like gilgamesh or odysseus but ‘evil.’ he’s a heavenly demon who, after countless cruelties, decided to take his revenge on the world by inflicting that cruelty a thousandfold. the stories go that he was born in a bid to broker peace between the demons and the humans, but huan hua’s palace master tried to sabotage sxy’s pregnancy and wound up killing her. tlj, in his grief, allowed himself to be captured by human cultivators so that he could plot his revenge in peace.

then we get lbh’s life, being cast into the abyss, coming back and taking his revenge. just when he and his father are about to merge the realms, the human cultivators sacrificed themselves to seal him, his father, and the entire demonic realm behind impossibly powerful arrays. the abyss and demon realm have merged, but the human realm is safe. to protect humanity, the few remaining cultivators hid knowledge of the jianghu and the secrets of cultivation, which explains why there are no immortal cultivators anymore.

there are legends and books and movies and operas retelling this story, always celebrating the heroic cultivators who sacrificed their lives for the rest of humanity and vilifying the endless cruelty of the demons. shen yuan has heard these stories since he was a little kid. you know how some kids have their ancient egypt phase? sy had a ‘myths about luo binghe’ phase, and it never ended. when the story starts, he’s a doctoral candidate writing his dissertation reconstructing luo binghe as a real historical person (which he was) and finding the real events that inspired the myths. he’s been officially working on it for five years at this point, but the dude really started when he was like 12. he kind of despises some of the retellings of luo binghe’s story, because they all vilify him with no compassion, and he feels binghe’s story is less a triumph of humanity and more a tragedy on all sides.

there is no retelling he hates more than proud immortal demon way. the author caricaturizes luo binghe and uses his story to sell shitty porn cranked out at an inhuman pace, and shen yuan thinks it’s despicable. he has to read every chapter just so he knows what this piece of shit author is doing to his favorite character. that’s the only reason why.

at one point, shen yuan is interviewing some people associated with the supposed descendants of the four great sects in the legends, and while he’s there, there’s an earthquake. someone rushes in wielding an actual real life sword? a real sword. that’s glowing a little bit? maybe shen yuan got hit on the head… but no that sword is definitely glowing a little bit. and he says ‘the seal has cracked.’

suddenly the stories aren’t stories anymore, and shen yuan doesn’t know how to keep his nose out of things—he wants to be there if/when luo binghe comes out. right now it’s just monsters, and it turns out the so-called cultivators were…real cultivators. and they’re fighting abyssal beasts.

they expect luo binghe to emerge commanding armies of demons and beasts as he demands his revenge on humanity, but instead he fights his way out, a crazed look in his eye, and insists that he’s going to help the cultivators seal the rift. he won’t take no for an answer. he refuses to allow those beasts to destroy humanity.

[spinfins]

Okay I need to hear about the Ghostbusters Minrathous fic lol

As you wish, my Darlings! @sunny374940, @pursuitofeverything, @draco-illius-noctis

-/- Tethras Studios Presents -/-

(We hear the click and shutter of an old home movie camera. Grainy footage ensues.)

Rook (voice): Ready?

Bellara (voice): Okay. We’re all set.

(Interior, a dark dingy room, the camera wavers and then focuses on Rook. She is dressed head to toe in a faded purple jumpsuit, complete with boots, gloves, and a myriad of straps and buckles.)

Rook: Is it recording?

Bellara (voice behind camera): Recording in progress.

Rook (nervously breathes out, friendly smile): Okay! Hi there viewer! Are you having trouble with spirits?

(Disconcerting screech, like a scream or a skipped record player. Cut to black.)

(Crisp camera footage. Exterior, Minrathous, night. We hear the distant sounds of the city and traffic, police sirens. The city is dark and enveloped in fog. The dim lights of the buildings stretch out on the horizon.)

Neve VOICEOVER: In a world of magic, things are rarely what they seem.

(Interior, a dingy room full of junk. Bellara is seated at a desk taking apart some elvhen artifacts with a screwdriver. Tighten focus to her face. Her eyes widen as blue light begins to grow and a strange warble is heard.)

Neve VOICEOVER: Some of these things are otherworldly…

(Interior, large villa, dark. All the lights are off. Emmrich, and Rook creep forward, wearing jumpsuits and carrying gear. Above them on a staircase we catch a glimpse of a glowing blue figure dart past.)

Neve VOICEOVER: …unwanted…

(Interior, bedroom, dark. Lucanis lies in bed sleeping peacefully. Tighten focus on face. His eyes pop open to reveal violet light. Camera pans away to wall where we can see his shadow sitting up, and violet light outlines the shadow of bony wings sprouting from his back.)

Neve VOICEOVER: …even dangerous.

(Exterior, night, a dark, wet alley with trash and neon signs. Davrin is walking Assan on a dog harness. He stops, looks behind him at the camera. Fear washes over his face, he starts running with Assan.)

Rook (voice): Hold up!

(Skipped record player sound again. Cut back to interior, first dingy room with Rook. The footage is grainy again.)

Bellara (voice behind camera): What? That was really good.

Rook: Can they see the logo?

(Rook tugs at her jumpsuit, clearly displaying a cartoonish depiction of a bright, green ghost, with the initials S.W.I.M. underneath it.

Neve (behind camera, a little impatient): It look’s fine, Rook.

Bellara (behind camera, enthusiastic): It looks great!

(Rook smiles a big, shit-eating grin.)

Rook VOICEOVER: We’ve got a really top-notch team together.

(Crisp camera footage. Interior, library. Emmrich in casual wear, working diligently at a table strewn with hand-written notes and ancient books. He has glasses pushed up into his hair and a pencil in his mouth because sexy.)

Rook VOICEOVER: Really the best of the best!

(Cut to exterior, day, Neve looking fabulous in a Noir riff outfit strides with confidence through a busy market in pursuit of a shifty looking Dorian, also fabulous in Noir riff outfit.)

Rook VOICEOVER: So give us a call at 1-800-swim. And trust Spirit Whisperers Inc. Minrathous with the problems that haunt you!

(Cut to interior, old public building. A very fearful looking Emmrich has his hand on Rook’s arm, both in casual wear.)

Emmrich: I don’t know, Rook.

(Rapid montage of scenes including spirits of various colors popping out of doors, chasing a car through the woods, passing in front of windows, descending on a baby’s crib, creeping into a bedroom where Bellara is peacefully sleeping, swinging from a lamppost cackling maniacally.)

Emmrich (voice): I think we may have bitten off rather a mouthful this time.

(Montage grows more rapid and violent; Neve and Bellara in an attic, Dorian frantically driving behind the wheel of a car, Assan crouching in a corner, Rook’s head forced underwater. Camera slows to show entire team of Rook, Neve, Bellara, and Emmrich in uniform, in what appears to be some sort of basement, backing away from a violently shaking wardrobe.)

(Cut to Harding in a police office, her legs stretched casually on the desk, Taash in uniform beside her, their arms crossed over their chest.)

Harding (longsuffering, cigarette in hand): Tell me about it.

(Cut to black. More maniacal laughter.)

-/- Coming Soon -/-

[tateypots]

NEW TRICKS??? JOEL AND TOMMY? NON-CON????

may I please inquire about this!???? I NEED TO KNOW DETAILS PLEASE

Of course you can 🥰

This is part 8 of the Collared series and Tommy is finally getting to start your oral training. Little snippet below, hope you enjoy!

“Gona teach you somethin’ new today Princess. Whaddya say, ready to learn some new tricks?”

Absolutely not you thought to yourself, not that it mattered, you knew it would be happening either way. So you swallowed your hesitation, almost choking on your instinct to resist. Instead you meekly replied, “yes Uncle Tommy.”

“Good girl.”

You’re distracted from him removing his boxers by the sound of Joel’s bedroom door opening, the man himself sauntering out into the main room. You pinch your self when your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, a new tactic you had adopted to try and keep yourself grounded around him. Your arms and thighs were now littered with bruises of your own making, right alongside the ones you got from them. You knew you were fighting a losing battle, that you’d turn to putty for him the second he put his hands on you. But for now he seems content to watch, pulling out a chair from the dining table and settling in so he has a good view of you between Tommy’s legs.

“Did I miss anything?”

“Nah, we’re just gettin’ started ain’t we Princess,” Tommy replies, drawing your attention back to him. “Daddy wants a show honey, let’s give him somethin’ to think about hmm?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever is coming and nod, not trusting your voice.

“Good girl, on your knees then Princess.”

[crazy-ache]

BODY SWAP I’m literally so excited for this one you have no idea

Hahaha I am too, I just wish I had made more progress on it! I have been working on other projects but I definitely plan to bring this one back soon.

The full snippet for the Body Swap AU!Elucien can be found here.

This is a very rough draft of a small scene I had planned to include in that chapter:

“You don’t trust me to sleep on my own?” Lucien gestured to himself, though it was Elain’s hand pressed incredulously upon her chest. He drew it away instantly to his sides when he saw Elain’s indignant, withering stare at what he had brushed upon. 

“It’s my body, why should I trust you?” Elain snapped back at him. She had twisted his male face into something…pouty. A flustered, worked-up Elain was rather adorable, even if he was staring at his blushing features.

“Why?” Lucien cocked his head at her. He wasn’t used to having to look upward to converse with others. His mate was shorter than he had realized. “Are you worried about all the scandalous, provocative things I’ll do to it once I’m alone with it?” 

She sputtered at his implications. It was said as a joke, though it hadn't landed as much. Lucien poked one of his dainty fingers on Elain’s firm chest. 

“Perhaps I should be worried about what you’ll do when you get your paws on my body tonight.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lucien,” Elain huffed and placed her fisted hands on her hips. 

He wanted to laugh at the image of himself. Hands-on-hips, pouting, and practically stomping his foot. 

But he also had to remember how absurd the situation was, especially to someone less familiar with the boundless mischief of magic. He felt terrible they were in this predicament at all.

Lucien sighed. “We could both spend the night at my apartment in Velaris. At least to discuss our plan further and get some rest. It’s probably wiser if we don’t separate, otherwise we risk the others finding out.” 

Relief flooded over her features. Elain nodded, pleased with the plan. 

“We’ll need a cover story,” she said with a grimace. 

[wchswift]

Hi I saw your WIP folder post and would love a snippet or any info on your “dofp Logan forgets you” work! It sounds amazing! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

hii, thank you!!! I'm so excited for that one... This fic will take place after Logan changes the past and wakes up in the new future, just like it shows at the end of DOFP. This one will have many layers lol, so I'll leave a small part here: The door opened before he could process further. A woman stepped inside, her expression lighting up with a radiant smile.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said teasingly, crossing the room with an ease that suggested familiarity. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

Logan stiffened, his muscles locking. She paused, sensing something was wrong.

“Logan?” she asked, her tone shifting to concern.

He stared at her, trying to piece together the foggy fragments of his memory. “Do I... know you?” he said slowly, his voice rough.

The woman's smile faltered, confusion flashing across her face. “What kind of question is that?” she asked, laughing nervously. “Did you hit your head training yesterday or something?”

Logan didn’t answer. He was still staring at her, trying to reconcile the warmth in her eyes with the complete blank in his mind.

“I, uh...” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. “I need to talk to Xavier.”

Her brow furrowed. “Xavier? Did something happen?”

“Just... don’t worry about it,” he said brusquely, brushing past her and out the door.

hoping to post this in the near future!! 🤞

[zepskies]

Work in Progress Folder Tag Game

Thanks very much for the tag @ambiguous-avery, @littlesoulshine, and @jollyhunter! 💜

Rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have wips. People can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

How much time ya got? 😂😅

Some of these are written already, but some are just stray ideas that I haven't had a chance to outline or draft just yet.

Dean Winchester x Reader

✦ If I Stay (upcoming mini series)

✦ Serendipity (drabble set in the Smoke Eater-verse)

✦ Shelter (hopefully an epilogue for Against the Wind)

✦ One More Day (an idea I'm still brainstorming for the Midnight Espresso-verse)

Soldier Boy x Reader

✦ Unravel Me (upcoming series)

✦ I've Got You (another story for the Break Me Down-verse)

Jason Teague x Reader

✦ Red-Eye

Beau Arlen x Reader

✦ Over the Bridge

Russell Shaw x Reader

✦ Breaking Point (hopefully a sequel to Bubbly - in the Every Second Counts-verse)

Eomer x Reader

Both of these are set in the same world of As Tradition Dictates:

✦ A Subtle Invitation

✦ Not Only For Duty

no pressure tags: @luci-in-trenchcoats @lamentationsofalonelypotato @waynes-multiverse @rizlowwritessortof @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

[magpiepills]

Bat, my love! I see I have some reading that needs to be done because I don’t believe I’ve ever read this Coach Joel and I am intrigued 👀 Looking through your previous answers… me oh my! I am crossing my fingers, doing a writing dance around a bonfire, sending good vibes that you also get the writing bug back! Trust and believe, I am right there with you! ❤️🫂❤️🫂

I’d love to hear more about this Take It Easy WIP you got 👀

Hello my darlin DD!! Your Coach Joel detention slip is right here!

Take It Easy is about your friend’s dad taking your virginity and being so nasty about it.

“You makin’ a mess for me? Let me have a look.”

“Mister Miller,” you warned him, giggling and nervous as he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged down your zipper. You held your breath as his hand slipped down the front of your damp panties. He felt the soft strip of hair you’d left over your mound, the rest of you bare and inviting.

Joel chuckled when he discovered how wet you were. His fingers were immediately covered in your slippery wetness.“Goddamn, sweetheart. All this just ‘cause I played with your tits?”

I didn’t include it in my WIP list, but you should know that there’s a Max fic I’ve got cooking too and it’s inspired by you! I lost steam on it but it’ll get finished (hopefully won’t take 6+ months like some other things!).

[artsarasp]

yqy with wings and depression? sounds FASCINATING

Ah ah! I have a little prompt list I was attempting to work on and one of the prompts was "angel au" I couldn't make angel work but the idea of giving YQY a pair of wings was too good to ditch. So technically he's some sort of winged demon here! He's still the sect leader, he just managed to become it by;

1- impressing the previous sect leader with the sheer audacity of trying to join his sect (he clocked him as a demon immediately)

2- not dying (more difficult than it seems)

He has so much more self-hatred which was difficult to achieve- have a peek.

He can break this door separating him from his Xiao-Jiu. He can use all his strength and tear it off its hinges– but then Xiao-Jiu would know.  He would know.  The screams of the children echo in his ears, “Demon! Demon! He's gonna eat us!” but Xiao-Jiu would never think of him that way. He… would never.  His claws dig into the wood of the door leaving deep cuts.  Yue Qi can picture Shen Jiu’s expression of pure hatred, the same one he wears when he looks at the slavers, and he can't bear the thought of that expression being aimed at him and being genuine.  His Xiao-Jiu wants to be a cultivator more than anything. How could he ever not look at him that way if he knew?  There's something fundamentally wrong with Yue Qi’s nature, he's always known that. However, if he wants to keep his Xiao-Jiu he's gonna have to fix that.  He's gonna have to bend his nature into something else, into something righteous.  “Xiao-Jiu I’m leaving. I’ll– I’ll go apply to a cultivation sect.”

[almostfoxglove]

“filth idk” is so real and my insatiable brain is intrigued, what’s that one about? 👀

- dev ( @honeyedmiller )

@honeyedmiller DEV sdakjhskjdhf listen. listen. this was going to be a smutty christmas one shot for the one and only joel miller, but my ass didn't get it together in time, so if I come back to it it'll need some reworking to be... not Christmas-y... but as it stands it's just. well. porn no plot. just porn. *hides behind hands*

explicit (18+ mdni)

📝 wip folder game

pstt pstt to @guiltyasdave who also asked after this one