#i've been wanting to introduce this wip for a while

[writeouswriter]

Yeah, I'm going to need you to just imagine my new WIP intro, can you do that, yeah, yeah, the WIP economy is in shambles, sorry

[peachsukii]

one-way ticket | tangled hearts series ⇢ it's the weekend, hooray! after a long week at all of your respective jobs, you and the boys plan to take some time to head into the city to visit friends for drinks and merriment. you've gotten to know a few of their friends through passing, but they plan to introduce you as their girlfriend for the first time. what could go wrong? but before that, you have to sit through a grueling lunch with Mitsuki…alone.

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"Your mom texted me last night, she wants to have lunch with me."

Bakugo's eyes linger over his coffee mug in your direction, two seconds from spitting it all over the table.

"She texted you?"

You nod, pulling out your phone and sliding it across the table to him. "I guess she got my number from Eiji? I don't mind, but the way she phrased it sounds like…she knows."

He scans over the messages before handing the phone back to you.

"She's gonna find out one way or another."

Bakugo was being extremely…calm about this. That soothed your nerves a bit, but not entirely.

"Are you sure?" you ask, double checking for your own sanity. "I don't mind her knowing, I just don't wanna mess anything up or say the wrong thing."

"Sweetheart, her son is married to a man, I've been down this road with her before. Addin' a woman into the equation is not far-fetched," he laughs before taking another sip of coffee.

"Kats had a girlfriend or two before we dated in college," Kirishima chimes in, nonchalantly strolling into the kitchen with a yawn. "So did I. You'll be meeting them this weekend!"

Wait…what?

Bakugo catches the brief look of worry that flashes across your face.

"Don't make it a big deal, Ei. It's been over a decade and they're both married now," he combats, waving his hand toward Kirishima to knock it off.

"There's nothing to worry about, angel. Mina and Ochako are sweet girls, you'll get along with them perfectly," Kirishima comments while patting you on the back. You puff out a quiet laugh, fiddling with the handle of your coffee mug in silence.

"Hey now, it's alright! Mom's all bark and no bite. If you can handle Katsuki, you're more than well equipped to spend an hour with her."

Kirishima makes a decent point, giving you the boost of confidence you needed to calm yourself down. All you had to do was sit with her for an hour and let her lead the conversation.

What's the worst that could happen?

~

Friday's luncheon with Mitsuki arrives in the blink of an eye. You're standing outside the café she suggested, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt while you wait.

'Calm down, don't panic. The boys told you there is no reason to be nervous,' you remind yourself as you take a deep breath. 'If you act odd, she's going to suspect something⎯'

"Hi sweetie!" Mitsuki greets, interrupting your thought and startling you when she lays her hand on your shoulder. "Hope I didn't keep ya waitin' long."

"No! Not at all," you respond with a smile.

It's astounding to you how alike Bakugo and his mother are not only physically, but down to the mannerisms, too. She leads you inside the cafe by the hand and picks a table by the window. Once the two of you have ordered, Mitsuki's grinning wickedly as she leans onto the table, chin laying atop her folded hands.

Well, shit. She's about to drill into you, no doubt about it.

"I'm sure you're wonderin' why I asked you to lunch," she begins, tilting her head as she analyzes your body language. "But ya look a little nervous, dear."

You shake your head and wave your hands in response, trying not to come off as too jumpy.

"I'm alright! Sorry Mrs. Baku⎯"

"Oh honey, none of that formality bullshit. Call me Mitsuki," she orders with a huff. "Katsuki and Eijiro talk very highly of you, and I was curious to find out more about ya."

Oh shit.

She knows.

"That's sweet of them! They're good friends of mine," you respond, trying your damndest to hide the quiver in your voice. "We met a few months back when I moved to the area for a job transfer. I went to Eijiro's gym for a yoga class on a whim and the rest is history."

Mitsuki leans back in her chair with her arms crossed as if she's studying you.

"A meet cute, how sweet." Her tone is dry, almost accusatory. You're thankful the waitress brings over your drinks before she presses further, giving you an extra few seconds to stall and compose yourself.

"So," she sighs, shaking her head. "M'just gonna ask. Are you sleeping with my son?"

You straighten in your seat, unable to stop the physical reaction to Mitsuki's bluntness.

"Uhh…" you hesitantly whisper while biting your lip.

Laughter.

Mitsuki begins cackling at your hesitation, smacking the table dramatically and holding her side, her eyes glassy with glee. What the fuck?

"Sorry, it's not you I'm laughin' at," she wheezes while catching her breath. "Can I show you something?" She reaches into her purse to grab her phone, sliding it across the table for you to read. "Read this."

What choice do you have? You're already mortified by her reaction, you might as well entertain whatever the hell she wants to show you. You glance at her phone to see her company e-mail inbox on display, a specific e-mail opened in a smaller window.

From: Katsuki Bakugo <kbakugo@flarewing.co> To: Mitsuki Bakugo <mibakugo@flarewing.co> Subject: Untitled Dress Prototype T-shirt styled dress, plain or with graphics. Worn in look - rips or bleach stains? Stops mid-thigh. Prototype measurements: …

"Mitsuki, I'm not sure I follow what you're trying to tell me," you admit, lost as you skimmed the remainder of the message. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Sweetheart," she giggles while pointing to the measurements in the e-mail. "Those aren't Eijiro's measurements. He's modeled things for us in the past and we have them on file, Katsuki wouldn't need to write them down. Plus, it's obvious who they belong to."

That's when your eyes find the damning evidence - he included your name after the measurements. From the looks of it, the e-mail was never supposed to be sent to anyone and should have stayed in his drafts. He must've accidentally clicked 'Send' in his fatigued state instead of 'Save.'

"Katsuki never let's anyone model his clothes, especially prototypes, outside of Eijiro and pre-selected candidates in our company database. He doesn't know I have this."

Well…Bakugo did say "She's gonna find out one way or another." Guess the cat's out of the bag, unbeknownst to him.

"So," Mitsuki chirps, smirk tugging on her lips. "What's your deal with my son?"

You slump your shoulders, sighing to yourself. "I'm…dating him. And Eijiro."

She practically spits out her drink, covering her mouth in surprise.

"Do they know?!" She shouts, deeply invested in all of the delicious details of your confession. It dawns on you how salacious this all sounds and how it reads like a reality show plot line.

"Yes, we're all together. I'm not cheating with one or the other."

Mitsuki almost looks disappointed before her expression shifts into a gentle acceptance.

"Do you love them?"

Your first instinct is to say 'yes, absolutely,' but it's only been a few months and you have not confessed to them…yet. You've overheard the two of them say it to one another, but never in your direction. It's a delicate topic, a stepping stone you're not sure they're looking to climb with you and you didn't want to risk losing them.

"…yeah, I do, but I haven't told them yet," you answer, fingers tapping nervously against the glass of your drink. She reaches across the table and pushes her phone aside to hold your hand, forcing you to make eye contact with her.

"Hun, s'okay. I know you probably weren't expecting this today," she shakes her head with a soft smile spreading across her lips. "Sorry for blindsiding you, but I was prepared to give you hell for ruining my son's marriage. Turns out, you're enlightening it. It's a relief to hear."

A relief?

"You're not…?" your question hangs in the air as Mitsuki begins to giggle to herself a second time, letting go of your hand to take her phone back and put it into her purse.

"No, m'not mad or disappointed. If both Katsuki and Eijiro approve of you, then so do I. Takes a lot for Katsuki to like anyone, let alone date them. That kid's serious about his inner circle and keeping his bubble small."

Wow. Bakugo was right, it wasn't far-fetched at all. You had no reason to be concerned about her being unaccepting of you.

"Thank you, Mitsuki. I'm sorry this wasn't more formally done," you apologize, one hand moving to your nape in embarrassment. She waves a hand to dismiss your condolences.

"Oh sweetheart, this didn't happen. We're gonna pretend Katsuki didn't out himself and let the two of them properly introduce you when the time it right." She gives you a wink. "Our little secret. 'Kay?"

You nod with a warm smile.

"Yeah, thank you."

~

Later that night, your phone rattles on the nightstand with an incoming call from Bakugo. He's probably dying to know how your lunch date with his mom went.

"Hey sweetheart," he greets. "How'd lunch with Ma go?"

You can't help the warmth blooming your chest before you answer.

"It went great! Mitsuki's sweet as can be. She showed me some of your baby pictures."

No, she didn't, but it's a decent cover for what you actually talked about.

You hear him huff sarcastically. "She always does that shit. Means she likes ya, though."

"Aw, I feel special."

"'Cause ya are, idiot. Anyways, be here tomorrow by 2, dinner's at 5 in the city."

Oh…right. You're meeting their friends tomorrow for dinner.

"Sure. Say good night to Eiji for me."

"Can do. Night, baby."

"Night, Kats."

When you hang up, you flop back onto your bed with the biggest smile on your face…until you remember they're planning on telling their friends about your relationship tomorrow.

You survived a luncheon with Mitsuki, what's another dinner?

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 17

Damn, how did this get to a part 17????

Here's the promised WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday)!

I had a lot of fun writing this part. The words just flowed so easily.

If you didn't notice, I now have the first arc posted on AO3. It covers the first three parts I've shared here along with some extras that I never did.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.9k

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By the time morning had rolled around, Tim had also signed them up for a 7:30 AM and a 6 PM TV interview. Hopefully they could do enough damage control to mitigate the worst of Walker’s bad PR, whatever that turned out to be.

Tim nudged everyone awake at 5 AM. Conner and Cassie got up the easiest.

“Morning, Rob,” Conner said through a yawn. “Time to prepare for our interview?”

“Yep. We’ll be going in uniform since this is an interview for the Young Justice.”

“Great,” said Cassie. “We’ll be ready.”

Tim went to Danny next. “Hey, Danny.” The boy didn’t move, so Tim shook his shoulder slightly.

“Wha…?” Danny blinked his eyes open. “Wha’s goin on?”

“Me and the others are going to our interviews. We’ll be back in a few hours, kay?”

Danny just blinked at him and Tim laughed fondly.

“I’ll leave a note.”

Tim skipped breakfast on their way out, though Bart offered him some breakfast bars.

“It’s too late to be up,” Tim yawned.

Conner laughed as he hugged Tim and wrapped him in his TTK. They rose several feet into the air. “You should not have pulled that all-nighter.”

“How else was I supposed to be awake in time?”

Tim could feel the way Conner shook his head. “Just tell me where to go. I’ll get us there.”

Tim pointed to an area in town. “It’s over that way.”

Bart grinned. “I’ll meet you three there!”

“We won’t be long,” said Cassie.

With the benefit of flying, they were at the radio station within fifteen minutes. Sometimes being friends with metas made life so much easier.

As soon as they entered, a team of people greeted them.

“You were actually serious!” exclaimed a tall, white man. “Thought for sure it was a joke when I got your email last night. I’m Steve and I’ll be your interviewer this morning.”

Tim shook his hand. “Good morning, Steve. Robin at your service, and these are Superboy, Wonder Girl, and Impulse.”

Then they had to be introduced to all the producers, sound engineers, and assistants. If it hadn’t been for his parents’ gala training, Tim was certain he would’ve forgotten all the names instantly.

The employees knew how to do their jobs, however, and despite everyone wanting to meet the heroes, in less than twenty minutes, they were set up in the recording studio.

“So,” said Steve. “I just want to make sure I get this right. You, Robin, have been friends with Phantom for a while now and wanted to tell our listeners the truth about him. That he’s actually a hero and not a menace.”

“That’s right, Steve. I knew him before… Well, he’s a ghost. You know what before implies. He was there for me when I first became Robin. Now I want to be there for him when he’s dealing with similar struggles.”

“That’s not what any of the experts believe.”

Conner snorted. “The so-called experts in this town want to completely destroy any and all ghosts. Don’t think they’re unbiased.”

Bart nodded. “Yeah. We may not have known Phantom as long as Robin, here. But he’s a good guy. Helped us out when we got stranded here.”

“Stranded, eh? Mind if I ask you more about that on air?”

Tim laughed. “You can ask whatever you like. But I can’t guarantee we’ll answer everything. Secret missions and all that, you understand.”

Steve sighed theatrically. “It was worth a shot. Now, we’ll be going live in about five minutes and we’ll have three segments of eight minutes separated by two minute ad breaks. For a total of thirty minutes in the studio. Anything in particular you want me to ask?”

Tim pulled a sheet of paper out of his utility belt. “I wrote some down, if you don’t mind. They should be engaging and broad enough to please your audience and personal curiosity.”

“I won’t ask only from this list, you understand,” said Steve as he took it.

“Of course not. The first three are ones I do request that you ask, however. Beyond those, they’re just suggestions.”

Steve skimmed the list and nodded. “I can work with this.”

Beyond the window, the sound technician made a signal.

“All right, everyone. That’s the one minute mark. Let me introduce you before you say anything, capiche?”

Tim gave a thumbs up and the others added their assent.

The “on air” light turned on and Steve spoke in a voice much more performative than the one he’d been using. “Good Morning, Amity Park! This is Steve Boyce here to help you bring in the day. How are you early birds doing? Have I got a treat for you today! So last night I got absolutely no sleep because at nine thirty, shortly after our newly implemented curfew, I got a surprise email. From no other than the heroes who helped us out the other night when we were attacked! That’s right! The one and only Robin from Gotham emailed my and asked to come on my small, local show. So he and the Teen Titans are here with me. Let’s give them a warm Amity welcome, what do you say?”

Cassie laughed. “Thanks for that introduction, Steve. I’m Wonder Girl and I’d like to clarify one point. The former Teen Titans have kept the name Titans even if they’re no longer Teens. So we’ve decided to go by a new name.”

Bart nodded. “Yep. We’re the Young Justice now.”

Steve laughed. “Looks like I’ve already put my foot in it. Let me correct myself, let’s give the Young Justice a warm Amity welcome.”

Tim put on the happy gala voice his parents had drilled into him. “Not at all! It’s a new change and we’ve never really operated out here before. Even back home in San Francisco or Gotham we get called the Teen Titans more often than not. We’re just on a crusade to get the name change to stick.”

“Well I’m sure all of my listeners will be sure to get it right going forward. Now, let’s get down to business. We’re all thrilled that you were around to help us out the other night, but what brought you to Amity to begin with? Mayor Montez has publicly stated he never even had a chance to reach out for help before you were on the scene.”

“That was all Robin’s doing,” said Conner. “He’s friends with Phantom, you know.”

“Yep,” agreed Tim. “We were in the area when our transport broke down. Impulse figured out where we were and I knew of Amity due to my friendship with Phantom. Since we weren’t on a time limit, we decided to pop into town for a visit. Imagine our surprise when our very first evening here, we experienced a ghost invasion!”

Cassie laughed. “Oh, come on, Rob. With our lives, it really wasn’t that surprising.”

“Yeah,” said Bart. “We’ve totally had weirder things happen to us.”

Steve leaned forward and pitched his tone lower as if conspiring with them. “Well, I’ll definitely be asking for some of the details on what those might’ve been later. But first, I have to ask. Robin, how did you meet Phantom? He’s that ghost in the black-and-white jumpsuit, right? As far as I know, he’s only ever been seen in Amity. And you’ve certainly never been here before.”

Tim took a breath, this was the moment. “Yep, that’s him. And, well, it may be strange, but I knew him before he was ever Phantom.”

“Before he was Phantom? Do you mean…” Steve let his voice trail off.

Tim let out a low sigh and closed his eyes. He really had to sell this. “Yeah.” He made sure his voice was rough. “Yeah. I knew him before he died. He was one of my best friends growing up and we’ve known each other for years.”

Conner put a hand on his shoulder. “Rob…”

When even Steve needed a second to figure out how to reply, Tim figured he did a good enough job. “So you know him when he was alive,” Steve said. “Who was he? Where did he live?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” said Tim. “He was young when he died and his family don’t need people harassing them. They’ve been through a lot. And I know Phantom’s reputation isn’t the best.”

Steve let out another put-upon sigh. “And there you go being reasonable when all I want is the hot gossip. Fine, no questions about who Phantom was. I’m sure you were thrilled when you found out he came back as a ghost, though.”

Tim laughed and was glad Steve was able to change the mood of the interview so quickly without him doing anything. “Oh absolutely. I near about had a heart attack when he called me up out of the blue to say he was a ghost now! This was my first opportunity to visit him since, you know.”

Conner nudged him. “So he brought us along for the ride.”

Steve hummed. “So for the rest of you, this is your first time meeting Phantom?”

“Yep,” said Bart. “I like him. He’s cool.”

“So, Impulse, you think he’s trying to help us. Because it seems like whenever he shows up, things get broken and we have to spend days or weeks and tens of thousands on repairs.”

“Robin knows more about it than I do,” said Bart, “but I guess what let Phantom cross back over to Earth is allowing other ghosts to cross back over. Phantom just wants to spend more time with his living family and friends. The others ghosts…”

“They want more than that,” finished Tim. “Phantom’s explained it to me a bit. They all have something driving them that can only be fulfilled on Earth. And they don’t care what they have to do to satisfy that drive. So Phantom steps in to try and prevent them from causing too much damage or hurting anyone. Then he forces them back to the dimension they come from.”

“In fact,” added Cassie. “We spent all night talking with Phantom and we got his side of the story on several of his fights since he first came to Amity. We’ve written it all up and submitted them to the local paper, so look in the OpEds over the next few days if you want to know the truth.”

“Oh, well now you’ve definitely got me intrigued! I think I will. Anything you'd be willing to share with us now?”

“Do you remember how a month or two ago, a giant robot was seen in Amity?” asked Tim.

“Not something I’m likely to forget!”

Tim laughed. “I’m sure! Well, what you don’t know is that he crossed over to Earth from the Ghost Zone about three or four days before you ever saw him. Phantom kept him from gaining a physical body for days before Technus was able to get past him.”

“Really? So you’re saying that without Phantom, we would’ve been dealing with that robot for a lot longer?”

“Yep.”

Steve asked several more questions about Phantom. Some serious: How does he plan to decrease property damage going forward? We’re coaching him on how to move a fight and deescalate conflict. And some light hearted: So I heard he’s a dog person? Oh, absolutely. A ghost dog adopted him a few weeks ago.

Then the questions turned more personal as he moved on from Phantom and asked about their lives and exploits. And before they knew it, the interview was over.

“Thanks for reaching out,” Steve said as soon as they left the recording studio. “You are by far the biggest guests I’ve ever had on.”

“Thanks for agreeing to have us on so last minute,” said Tim.

“How could I possibly say no?”

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[barefoothighlander]

Hi!! I just wanted to say that I loved your "call me little sunshine" fic and im wondering if I could please request a dub-con with John Price x fem reader?... him and the reader having an age gap..

Tysm!😁💗

thank you so much! I do have a wip for a Price age gap fic but in the meantime here's a little one-shot.

warnings: mdni (18+), dub con, age gap (reader is early 20s Price is early 40's), description of weapons, smut, p-in-v sex, grinding, creampie, slight voyeurism, praise, oral (fem rec), fingering, Price is bossy

Laswell had hand-picked you from the academy, impressed with your record and skill set, deciding you would be an asset to the 141 on their next mission.

Your palms were sweaty entering the base, you knew you were the youngest on the team by far, the rest of the men's ages ranging from 34 to their early 40's, this was your first field assignment, all of your previous experience existed within the realm of the academy.

You walked around the twisting hallways of the base, trying to find the right room,

"Need any help?"

You turn your head to his voice, sight focusing on the man, he was handsome, his face a little weathered from his years in the force but kept covered by his beard.

"Yeah, I'm looking for conference room b, any ideas?"

"Well for one it's on the other side of the building" He smiles

You sigh, "Figures, I'm new, supposed to be meeting with a Captain Price"

"Ah, tough bloke, I'll show you the way" He nudges his head down the hallway and you follow, allowing him to lead you around corners.

"You look too young to be here"

You nod your head, "Yeah I got picked for some mission, I'm in my last year of training"

His eyes watch you as you talk, hanging on to every word, "What about you, you seem to know your way around"

"Yea I've been working here for a while"

A small ah comes from your mouth,

"Here, this is the room you're looking for, m'sure the rest of the team will be in shortly"

You thank him, you enter the room and sit down at the large table, a few minutes pass and one by one the team files in, you introduce yourself to most, finding the tall one in the mask to be a little intimidating, fidgeting with the pen in your hand.

"Alright boys, we've got a new recruit for this mission"

You see him walk in and your eyebrows furrow in question,

"She'll be assisting on the op, she comes highly recommended from Laswell so we know she's good"

He spends the rest of the meeting going over the mission detail, addressing you by name when he spoke about what you were to be doing. Once he finished the rest of the team left, leaving the two of you alone,

"You're Captain Price?"

He huffs a small laugh, "Didn't want to make you nervous on your first day"

"Not nervous, just a little embarrassed, I should've addressed you"

"No need for such formalities" His gaze lingers on you making your hair stick up on end.

"Right, well I should go then"

He watches as you hastily exit the room, turning down the hallway. You manage to find your shacks, settling in before changing your clothes and heading to the shooting range. The room is empty when you get in, a cabinet of various weapons standing against the wall, you grab a glock and a few clips of ammo, moving to stand in one of the stalls before setting up.

You fire off a few rounds hitting the target exactly where you planned, the muffs on your ears silencing most of the sounds that come from the room. You don't hear the door open, don't hear when he stands directly behind you, you jump when he touches you, his hand grabbing at your waist as you rip off your ear protection.

"Pull this hip forward more, puts less strain on your shoulder"

You're blinking mindlessly at him, goosebumps covering your skin as you do what he says, planting your foot and rotating your hips to be in line with your target. His grip doesn't waver, holding you as you fire off a few more rounds slightly missing where you had planned.

"Thought you were supposed to be the best"

You put the gun down, neck turning to face him,

"I am"

"Then show me"

You take a deep breath, picking up the gun and setting yourself up, your eyes focus on the target and you feel his hands roam your body, reaching down to squeeze at the flesh of your ass.

"Captain-"

"Don't focus on distractions"

You fire off a round, it hits dead centre.

"Good girl"

His words go straight to your core, arousal pooling in your lower stomach. You continue firing as his hands reach around, toying with the band of your pants before dipping below, cupping your sex. You hitch a breath and move to drop the gun,

"Keep shooting"

You raise your arms again, trying to maintain focus as he kisses at your neck, his fingers teasing over your clothed sex.

"Already soaked"

Your cheeks heat up as a blush creeps across them, the grip on your weapon faltering as he pulls your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you.

"Gotta keep training kid"

You fight the urge to arch against him, firing off a few more rounds. His free hand wraps around your waist keeping you planted, as the firm press of his cock is rutting against your ass, he's urging you to continue through breathy grunts that tickle your ear, his beard scratching against the skin of your neck.

You fire off three rounds into the head of the target,

"Atta girl"

He removes his fingers and you whimper at the loss of contact before he grabs your pants, pulling them to settle below your ass.

"Captain, someone could walk in"

He palms at your skin, spreading you to get a better look,

"Let them"

He kneels behind you,

"Keep shooting"

His breath ghosts over your wet pussy, sending a shiver down your spine as you focus, a moan escaping your lips when he places a firm lick between your folds, the scratch of his beard burning against your bare thighs.

"Focus sweet girl"

"I can't"

"Maybe you aren't right for the job then"

His threat encourages you, you fire off a few more rounds as he continues to lick at you. He stands from behind you, leaving the stall as you're left confused, returning a second later with a different gun, he hands it to you. It has kickback, enough that you hand to plant your elbows on the small table in front of you, his eyes pin you down as you bend forward, your ass sticking up in the air. You shoot a few times, hearing the buckle of his pants undo.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his firm length running through your folds, your slick coating him.

"Continue" He grunts

You pick your head up, eyes back on your target, your finger ghosts over the trigger as he presses into you causing your shot to miss completely.

"tsk, have to do better than that"

You moan quietly as he begins pumping into you at an excruciatingly slow pace, making sure to drag his cock over every ridge inside of you. You focus up and fire again, hitting the target.

"Better"

He grips your waist, thrusting into you as your hands fall from your weapon and plant on the table.

"Keep going or I'll stop"

You find the strength to handle your gun again, using everything you can to keep shooting as he pounds into you, you try to keep your shots steady but the fullness of him is too much, your knees buckle before he snakes a hand under you, holding you up.

"C'mon kid, prove you're the best"

He quickens his pace, the echoing of your skin slapping sure to alert someone outside to your vulnerable position, but you keep shooting, you don't want him to stop.

"Fuck, squeezin' me so tight, you gonna cum for me?"

He moves his hand to circle your clit, causing your back to arch and you miss the target once again, it's too much, his rough fingers on you, the stretch of his cock inside, the coil inside you is about to snap and you can't have him stop. You try your best to keep shooting, urging him to let you cum and he leans over you, planting a hand beside your elbow as he thrusts into you with all his weight.

It's all too much, you squeeze the trigger once and clench down on him, your muscles tighten and his hand grabs at your jaw, forcing your eyes back onto your target as you ride out your high, gripping the weapon with shaky hands as you fire two more shots, you pull the trigger for a third and nothing, the clip was empty. Relieved your hand falls to the table as he fucks into you, your moans freely dripping from your tongue.

He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you up so your back is flush with his chest, his beard scratching at your jaw,

"Gotta be quiet kid, don't want people to hear"

You bury your face in his neck, trying to muffle your moans as he fuck into you, his hold on your waist the only thing keeping you upright.

"Fuck think you can complete the mission with my cum in you" He taunts, "Shit, guess we'll find out"

He thrust into you a few more times, feeling his muscles tense as the thick fluid coats your insides, fucking it deeper into you.

You're a mess of whines as he pulls from you, tucking himself back in.

"You better keep all that in, that's an order"

You watch him leave the room as you're stood, half naked and covered in a layer of sweat, you feel his spend drip down your thigh before you pull your pants up, you look back over to your target, the outline of the man barely visible through all the holes, huffing a small laugh to yourself.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

01/31/2024 Daily Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Watch Parties; OurFlagMeansDeadloch; LubeAsACrew; Stats; UK News; Upcoming Events; Other News; Favor To Ask; Love Notes; DailyDarby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast and Crew Sightings ==

Probably the cutest sighting would be Con O'Neill's dog Cooper

== How To Help ==

How to help docs have been updated with queerties and other stats!

How To Help Save OFMD Task List - US

How to Help Save OFMD Task List - Outside US

== Watch Parties ==

Today was Day 2, episodes 3 and 4 of Deadloch!

I realised I totally forgot to crew reactions up for Deadloch yesterday! Sorry all! Here's some from todays watch!

On to episodes 5/6 tomorrow! Same time same place!

== LubeAsACrew ==

The second Lube as a crew was widely successful! Trending at #7! Thanks for catching it @_irene_adler!

Everybody had a lot of fun with it, here's some highlights!

Our lovely friend over at @Astroglide left some fantastic tweets for us, I'm including a few that stood out.

== Stats ==

Some interesting stats today! Thank you @meowzawowza_ on twitter for these details!

More stats by @lucyrosebutler regarding How well OFMD is doing in the US!

== UK News ==

Reminder! 5 days until S2 airs in the UK!

Thanks as always to our lovely @lamentus1 for the update in the UK!

"I tweeted at 13 lucky TV Guide journalists in the UK all about Our Flag Means Death and the efforts of the fandom and also why the show is so great. I have a document with their twitters and email addresses. Email will be my next line of attack! If anyone wants access to the UK TV Guide press list let me know! We were thinking that we should introduce a spoiler free way for people who are starting to watch season 2 on the BBC to interact with the campaign on Twitter. I think it might be to encourage them to follow #OurFlagBBC while encouraging anyone posting spoilers under that hashtag to add #ofmd2spoilers so that people can avoid seeing spoilers. One other thing that’s coming up later in February is that Chxrlotte on our UK crew will be releasing an Our Flag Means Death inspired track on her label on 24 February! She has a ton of gorgeous tracks that are often inspired by shows like OFMD and Good Omens, and the new one is about Ed and Stede. I’ve had a preview of the new track and it’ll make you cry! @shutupchxrlotte's Twitter Her other stuff is on Apple Music and Spotify here"

Please have a listen!

== Upcoming Events ==

#StewAsACrew

Reminder! Feb 4th is National Homemade Soup Day! More deets! Be sure to share your soup/stew pics with these hashtags:

#StewAsACrew

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

Not a soup bitch but still want to help?

You can politely menace: @CambellSoupCo and @CampbellsChunky with our petition hashtags!

==New Watch Party!==

Muppet Treasure Island - Feb 7th 2024

4PM EST, 1PM PST, 9 PM GMT

Watch Party Hashtags:

#MuppetPirates

#AdoptOurCrew

#SaveOFMD

== Other News ==

Warner bros stock is still dropping! Sure looks like cancelling OFMD wasn't a very lucrative plan. Thanks @iamadequate_ for this!

Max still has billboards up for OFMD in Hollywood! Thanks @LeanneBrodie13 for catching this!

Also, @_irene_adler caught some audacity from Max in trying to monetize OFMD merch for Valentine's Day.

== Favor to Ask ==

I've been working on a bit of a side project of putting together an OFMD Renewal Repository for resources that doesn't require anyone to log into ... twitter, IG, tumblr, facebook, etc. It's still WIP but I'd love some constructive feedback if anyone would be willing to take a look and let me know what they think. I won't be replacing the tumblr recaps with it, but will be posting them there minus the gifs at the end so they can be shared to other platforms if needed.

My specific questions are:

Are there more categories / different information you'd like to have added?

Is it generally easy to find information?

Is this a bad idea? (too many places with this stuff already?)

Other feedback welcome!

I am totally cool with constructive feedback, feel free to dm me :)

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. Do you ever worry you're too much? Like you talk too much, or feel too much, or come off too strong? I know I do some days.

Just remember, on days you're feeling too much, you're probably shining your brightest. What other people think is too much is just you, and you're allowed to shine! Don't ever let their inability to see your worth stop you. Saw this on IG today and thought of you call. Gnight crew, all the love <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

These gifs go together, I don't make the rules.

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday

Hello and happy very belated FIF, in which I introduce yet another new wip. I made this post a month or so ago, in which I outlined an HC of mine that after the first, Bobby and Athena buy a ranch. That AU has been consuming me every since so I've decided to write it! Welcome to the Bathena Ranch AU, featuring every other member of the 118 and some very wholesome ranchy vibes.

Tagged by @theotherbuckley and @actuallyitsellie

Bobby’s eating breakfast when he sees it. Like every morning for the past two months, Bobby makes himself some eggs on the too-small stovetop, brews some coffee in their tiny coffee machine, and plonks himself down at their two-person table with his laptop. He opens his favourite rural real estate site, not expecting there to be much change from yesterday, and settles in for a morning of meaningless scrolling while getting increasingly frustrated at America’s housing market. This morning, though, there’s a new listing. Perking up, Bobby sits forward in his chair and reads the blurb with interest. It’s in an area they haven’t looked before, out near Kagel Canyon, but claims to still be within an hour’s drive from central Los Angeles. Bobby clicks open Google Maps and plugs in the ranch’s address, then Station 118. It’s 8:30am, so traffic is about as bad as it’ll get, but even then, it’ll still only take him an hour and 10 minutes to get in. It means an early start to the day if he wants to get to work on time, but that’s never bothered him before. Bobby allows the tiniest bit of hope to trickle through his veins as he does one final once over of the listing. Usually he’ll try and get a vibe based off the initial presentation of the listing, before he allows himself to click on it, just in case. Everything about this ranch catches his eye. He clicks in and holds his breath as he begins to scroll through the photos. It’s perfect. The home is just about everything Bobby’s dreamed of. From what he can tell, it’s been made in the typical style for a ranch home, with a long veranda out the front, complete with a swing chair and planter boxes. The kitchen and bedrooms look like they’re out of a western film – and yeah, maybe it’ll require a little bit of touching up, but there’s potential. Shoving the last of his eggs into his mouth, Bobby scrolls back to the beginning and leans back in his chair. “Athena! Come here for a second?” His wife wanders in from the bedroom a moment later, looking sleep-rumpled and her face split in a wide yawn. “Whassamatter?” Bobby pulls out the chair beside him and pats it eagerly. “C’mere. I think I’ve found our dream home.” “Your dream home, more like,” Athena comments, but she takes a seat regardless, resting her head on Bobby’s shoulder. She’s silent for a moment as she scrolls through the pictures, her expression neutral. She quirks an eyebrow at the shot of the backyard – overgrown and full of weeds – and scoffs when she sees the kitchen with it’s frankly offensive pink and green colour scheme, but other than that, it’s hard to get a grasp on what she’s really feeling. Bobby talks her through the amenities, the amount of land the ranch has, their commute time to the city and, most importantly, the fact that it’s within their price range. Athena listens, making noises of affirmation when she needs to and nodding her head. When Bobby’s finally finished, Athena sits back in her chair and crosses her arms, looking contemplative. “Well? What do you think?” Bobby asks. He tries not to seem too eager, but this is the most excited he’s gotten about something since he and Michael busted an illegal surgeon across the road.

np tagging

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@watchyourbuck @spotsandsocks @bibuckbuckgoose @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @bucks-daddy-issues

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@thekristen999 @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @inell @tommysdaddykink @lonelychicago

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[i-can-read-to-him]

The Wesper Fic Club's Author Spotlight is a post series that aims to feature two to three fic authors a month, randomly selected from a pool of names put forth on our server. The authors are then asked to answer three interview questions, select up to five of their fics for us to feature, and finally, recommend three fics by others in the fandom.

(Note: Our spotlighted fics are not limited to Wesper, though they tend to be a central pairing in most of our authors' featured works.)

This week, we are putting a spotlight on Reo's writing!

Socials: @reonnex (Tumblr) | Reonnex (AO3)

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Part One: Author Interview

Q: When did you first start writing? What keeps you going today? 

A: I've honestly been writing for as long as I can remember. I've always loved creating stories or thinking of ideas I would change in the books I've read. As a kid, my dad and I would read all types of books together at night before bed, which had always sparked my interest. And whenever I was given my first phone and introduced to online media and more fandom spaces, I realized I could write what I wanted. In middle school being a theater kid, most of that consisted of writing musical fanfics.  The drive to keep creating is what keeps me going. I am in the process of trying to write my own original book, And while I have barely started it or even figured out a plot  I want to be able to be the person who can make others feel seen in my words. 

Q: What are some recurring themes you’ve noticed in your writing?

A: I tend to get really into the character's heads. I will write their internal monologue sometimes more than the actual scene itself. I notice that sometimes I may write a good 100-200 words purely on how that character is feeling. Sometimes it can be good, but also it is a habit I am trying to break to keep the pace going and not make the fic seem “stuck.”

Q: What kind of music do you like to listen to while writing

A: Honestly all different types. I have character playlists that I listen to while writing for a specific character if I really want to channel them internally, but the songs can range from Jhariah, Noah Kahan, Alex G and many more. I have to get myself into their mindsets for me to write them or I am stuck on a blank page for hours.

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Part Two: Selected Works

I'm biting my own tongue, I am my fathers lost son

Mature | 70K+ (WIP) | Wylan-centric, Wesper Whump, Torture, Torture aftermath, Recovery, PTSD

Reonnex says: This is my pride and joy. A what-if scenario that Wylan was the one captured instead of Inej at the end of Six Of Crows. It is still ongoing but I am almost finished with it. As of now I should be wrapping it up in two more chapters plus an epilogue! 

Who’s a heretic child?

Teen | 19K (Completed) | Matthias and Wylan's friendship Alternative first meeting, Implied child abuse

Reonnex says: This was my first Six Of Crows fic, and what a bold take I went for. It was way out of my comfort zone, but I loved it. This is an alternative first meeting/universe where Wylan was still with his father as Matthias was broken out of Hellgate and has him go undercover as a guard for Wylan after rumors spread about the boy.

Lay your secrets on my lips dear

Teen | 6K (Complete) | Wesper Medical abuse, Drunken confession, Hangovers

Reonnex says: Wylan and Jesper both get drunk together, and as the night progresses, Wylan begins to share more of his past. I love this fic so much as I really wanted to dive more into Wylan’s trauma around those trying to cure him. I focused on the types of tonics based around the 1800s.

A family of trees wanted, to be haunted

Teen | 5K (Complete ) | Inej-centric, Wylan and Inej friendship Referenced Child Abuse, Referenced Rape/Non-con, Panic attacks

Reonnex says: This fic discusses both Inej and Wylan and their traumas. I had a lot of fun writing in Inej’s POV. This fic takes place the night before the Pekka showdown, and I wrote it due to wanting to know why Wylan wasn’t there. 

Paint me like one of your Saints

Teen | 3K (Complete) | Wesper, Jesper-centric ADHD, Paintings, Domestic, Fluff and Humor, Sexual Humor

Reonnex says: Jesper agrees to become a muse for Wylan to paint. I wrote this fic for Jesptember, and I have already fallen in love with it as one of my favorites. As someone with ADHD as well, I feel really connected to Jesper and wanted to show that internal battle of wanting to please others, but also struggling do go through with it.

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Part Three: Author's Recs

flowers on burning ships (i know i’m the one you want to forget) by sunshineriptiee

Gen | 30K (Complete) | Wesper Breakups, Second chances, Exes to lovers, Post-Crooked Kingdom

Reonnex says: This includes a Wesper breakup, but also such a sweet ending. I really loved how this fits into Six of Crows so well. Wesper is growing older, and so are Wylan and Jesper. It was a refreshing touch to see how things may not all be perfect, and that there has to be time to figure yourself out.

this town is fake (but you're the real thing) by hopeisbloody

Teen | 50K+ (WIP) | Wesper Fake dating, Actor!Jesper, Influencer!Wylan, Modern era

Reonnex says: I have become so obsessed with this fic so much. It’s a modern AU of Jesper becoming an actor, and Wylan a famous celebrity. The two agree to fake date, but then that becomes into something more.

Shoot from the Hip by @nerdlingmerchling (AKA dandelionpower)

Explicit | 83K+ (WIP) | Wesper Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Reonnex says: An amazing fic by the talented @nerdlingmerchling. This is the second work in the series Slow Burning Gunpowder. It is a lens through Wesper for the show, including scenes from it, as well as creating new scenes that fit so well into cannon.

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[rmd-writes]

a love note (and some fics)

Sometimes I wonder if there's really anything bigger out there - the universe, some kind of higher power, fate - and then I think about how extremely lucky I am that I became obsessed with a certain tv show and its characters at just the right time so that I could befriend someone who then introduced me to a particular book at exactly the right time to fall in love with those characters as well. And then, because of my need to have more of those characters, I went looking for more stories about them at exactly the right time to meet a group of people (some of them together, some of them later, but that doesn't matter) who would go on to become my friends.

There must be something, right? To bring together a group of people who live in five to seven different time zones depending on the time of year. To create my safest spaces on the internet. To share not just our love for a book and its characters, but parts of our lives with each other. To have them all wedge themselves into the soft spaces of my heart and never leave.

I've been thinking about this a lot over the last two weeks, because those people conspired and collaborated to gift me a collection of 10 incredible fics for a milestone birthday (tomorrow!) - even though some of them haven't written fic for months and months, or don't write for this fandom at all anymore, or have recently been finding it hard to make words work and finish fics, or are just plain busy with other projects and life. That they took the time to find and make words for me means everything and more 💖💖

I've been absolutely overwhelmed with love these past 10 days (probably to the surprise of no one, I have cried at every single fic drop and I'm crying writing this now). So, I want to share the wonderful fics that they've written for me with you all because it's the least I can do to pay it forward and they're objectively stellar fics. If you haven't come across them already then you should definitely add them to your to read lists/open tabs/MFL. Please show my friends some love and read their work.

The Rae of Sunshine! collection, in order of publication (with my very short summaries):

Take It Back (4.2K) by @three-drink-amy

Henry is the head chef at a French restaurant and there's one patron who keeps sending his dishes back. How can they resolve this?

Dick, Dick Dick (You Down) (10.2K) by @everwitch-magiks

Alex runs the craft services trailer on the set of actor!Henry's latest movie. Is he the only person who sees behind the façade?

A deceptively soft story, given the title.

Precious Love (1.3K) by floatingaway4

The fluffiest follow up to one of my favourite AUs Amigos y Migas (aka the food truck au).

Midnight ice cream (5.8K) by @the-amber-fox

Emotional support Cornettos? More likely than you think.

Make it Right (5.3K) by @three-drink-amy (that's right, Ally wrote me TWO FICS)

A rogue little Tarlos fic in amongst the firstprince - a post-season 1 canon divergence that sees TK working in a taco truck while he finds his feet.

a taste of life (7.4K) by @indomitable-love

A journey through Henry's life, told through food. (This one is not my summary, indomitablelove already summed it up perfectly)

Risotto + Melanzane + Dolce (a love story) (16.8K) by @villiageidiot

Alex starts working at an Italian restaurant and is terrible at his job. Somehow, Henry doesn't seem to mind.

Cursed is a State of Mind (WIP) by @welcometololaland & @dustratcentral

A 5 + 1 treatise on cursed coffee consumption.

12 Year Starter (6.6K) by @clottedcreamfudge

When Pez can't make it to Henry's Michelin-star birthday dinner, he arranges for Henry's friend, Alex, to take his place. Featuring CCF's signature banter and fun, and a menu that I wish was real.

Pour Your He(art) Out (WIP) by @athousandrooms

A 5+1 ode to latte art (featuring actual art!)

You can find the entire collection here on Ao3.

[charmsandtealeaves]

Hockey and Headaches

Sequel of sorts to this @jilymicrofics  (which will be becoming a micro-oops at some point in the future once I've finished my other current WIPs). Written for @jilychallenge 2024, Muggle May. Prompt: University Football/rugby/field hockey training is open to the public, on a very hot day star player A takes a shower from a water hose and B walks against a lamppost because B might have been staring. Partner @eastwindmlk

Read on AO3.

“I still don’t see why I have to attend a bloody hockey match when I could be having a lie-in,” Peter grumbled, shuffling along a good three paces behind the rest of the group. The bags under his eyes were a deep purple, his hair uncombed, and he still had a ketchup stain down the front of his shirt from the night before, completing his look of hungover dishevelment. 

“Pete, it’s one in the afternoon. You did have a lie in for fucks sake.” Remus rolled his eyes and gave him a disdainful look. 

“It doesn’t count if you didn’t go to bed til 4 am!” Peter bit back.

James was beginning to wish they’d left Peter asleep and drawn a dick on his head, given he had done nothing but whinge since they’d left his place. Pausing only briefly to throw up into some unfortunate person’s hydrangea bush after Sirius had wafted a Gregg’s sausage roll under his nose. 

“Oi! Can you stop bickering and focus on the task at hand, please? We’re here so Remus can introduce me to his hot friend. We’ve just got to spot her first.” James grinned, scanning the crowd of fellow Hogwarts Hockey supporters for a flash of red hair. 

“One, her name is Lily which you know, two she’s not my friend per se. We have a working relationship that I’d rather like to maintain because she’s good so please don’t be an arse. And three, she’s probably already on the pitch by now.”

James stopped abruptly and Peter slammed into the back of him. “The pitch? Wait, you mean she’s on the team?” 

Remus sighed. “Yes, James. That’s why I suggested we ‘bump into’ her here.” He stood on his tiptoes and craned his neck to see over the rows of supporters. “The girls are warming up, so we want to find a good vantage point before the game starts.”

“Right-o, let’s get near the front!” James bounded off, forcing his way through the crowd and not caring who he jostled, Sirius hot on his heels. 

Reaching the pitch guard rail he had a much better view of the players on the field. He spotted Lily almost immediately towards the eastern end of the pitch, her red hair tied back in a ponytail and face scrunched in concentration. She was running warm-up drills with another member of her team, passing the ball back and forth between each other while a third player, a blonde, tried to intercept them.  

There was a spray of sand from the artificial turf as the blonde’s stick skidded across it before connecting with the ball. Lily cursed loudly and rubbed her face against the shoulder of her shirt, undoubtedly trying to free flecks of sand that had lodged themselves in her eye. 

James kept walking east along the guard rail, his eyes fixed on her as she made her way over to the sidelines blinking rapidly and swearing under her breath to where a coach was waiting with a length of garden hose. His gaze was still fixed on her and the hose water that was carefully being trickled down her face and the front of her shirt, when he collided, head first with full force into a floodlight lamppost.

[donationwayne]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @disasterbuck

He lights up when Bobby and Athena arrive with Harry and May in toe. May sits behind the booth in Buck’s chair and happily eats cupcakes, paid for by Bobby. Harry on the other hands goes in search of Denny and Chris on the playground. Bobby gives him a hug and Buck smiles big and wide. “Thanks for coming!” “Hey, baby.” Athena says, looking over his table. He leans down to allow her to place a kiss on his cheek. “Hey, ‘Thena,” He glances over at Bobby who is inspecting the display. “Why don’t you just call her mom already?” May asks with a catty grin, tossing a cupcake wrapper into the trash. Buck is saved from responding by the appearance of one of the counselors. “Hello, you two must be Mr. Buckley’s parents. Its so nice to meet Chris’ grandparents, I’m glad you two are already getting so active in the school. We love our little community.” May from her spot behind the table appears absolutely delighted by the turn of events. Buck isn’t sure who is more shell shocked: himself, Bobby, or Athena. Athena recovers the quickest, “That’s us.” Buck feels a bit like a teenager all over again while Athena and Bobby talk about Buck’s accomplishments, or lack there of in front of the table of sweets. “You’re the talk of the bake sale, people are raving about those cupcakes.” The counselor tells him and Buck feels himself blush in embarrassment. “Anyways, just wanted to introduce myself, thanks for coming out tonight.” “Where’s Eddie?” May asks, around a mouthful of cupcake, now unimpressed by the havoc the counselor had wrought after the lack of drama. “Also if anyone asks about ages, I’m just going to tell everyone Buck had a teen pregnancy.” “You’re worse than Hen and Karen,” Buck threatens throwing a napkin at her head. “I take that as a compliment. Now, where’s your fiancé?” “Wandering,” Buck says, ‘He went to check on Chris earlier but he hasn’t come back yet.” “He abandoned you, are you sure he’s the one?” May teases and Buck comes around the table to attack her. She giggles and screams when he throws her over his shoulder and heads towards the doors where he knows there’s a fountain. A few of the other parents and staff look at them fondly. He holds her over the fountain while she scrabbles to hold on to him, apologizing and shouting and giggling. When the return they’re both wiping away tears of laughter. That’s the moment Eddie chooses to show back up. “Hey Cap, Athena!” Buck turns and sees Eddie closing the distance, there’s a smudge of strawberry something on his cheek like maybe he’d been off eating sweets not created by Buck himself. “Are you cheating on me with another pastry? Is that what took so long?” Buck accused teasingly.

Hello, this fic won't be out for roughly forever but this is mostly what I've been working on. This is my first sneak peak at the big bang fic I'm working on!!!!

If you want to be tagged when it finally releases please let me know!!!

Context: Buck is working a bake sale at Chris' school. Eddie and Buck are faking as fiances so Eddie could get Chris in (was it necessary? No. Did they do it anyways? Yes.)

Anyway, have a scene of a Buck and May siblingism.

Its the end of the day already so I won't tag anyone but if you wanna do it please tag me so i can see!!!!! <3

ALSO IF THERE IS TYPOS PLEASE IGNORE THIS IS DRAFT ONE BABY

[renmackree]

WIP Wednesday

I've been tagged for weeks and haven't ever had a chance to post. So here's a bit of my latest wip bang fic.

“Can I get a Queens, please?” Derek leaned over the bar of the little convention center Whittemore Publishing had decided to rent out for the launch event. He just needed a moment to rest and sit, his shoulder killing him from the bag of books slung over it. There were more people than Laura led him to believe—publishers, editors, other authors, and cover models in the business—but still no Gajos. Derek had walked the room thrice, hoping someone would  introduce him to her, but with no luck.

“What the hell’s a Queens?” a voice from down the bar asked. 

Derek turned his head to see a man with gel-styled brown hair nursing what looked like whiskey neat. There were bags under his eyes, moles dotting his pale skin along his jaw, and everything about him looked like someone who had been forced to be here. Despite that, he was almost exactly Derek’s type. Wide-shouldered, long-limbed, and his fingers curled around the glass were something Derek could wax and wane about for hours.

He wasn’t nearly as disappointed that Gajos wasn’t here now.

“A werewolf’s Manhattan,” Derek answered as he took the drink. “Sometimes it’s called a Full Moon over Manhattan.”

The man snorted into his drink and pulled a little notebook out of his jacket pocket. He scribbled something onto the pages with a pen that appeared out of nowhere and stuffed both back into their place. “Wolves always have the best names for things.” 

Derek adjusted himself on the barstool and shrugged at the comment. He wasn’t exactly good at small talk, especially with people who were his type. Laura called it his fatal flaw: blessed with looks but only cared about books.

“I’m Stiles. Sorry. Still working on the whole ‘introducing myself before being an asshole’ thing, it's a whole work in progress,” the man – Stiles – said as he held his hand out for Derek. 

Promise me you’ll try to take someone home tonight.

Derek could hear Laura’s words in the back of his mind, and while he wasn’t exactly sure if this Stiles was the one, it didn’t hurt to feel the room out.

“Derek,” he took Stiles’ hand and shook it firmly. “I don’t think you’ve been an asshole yet.”

“Ah, the night is young and I’m only one drink in.” Stiles grinned before he took his hand back.

Derek snorted this time, sipping from the cocktail glass, “That’s a shame. Another whiskey neat.”

I'll be tagging everyone who tagged me and ANYONE else who wants to! @dear-massacre, @violetfairydust, @whimsicalmeerkat, @endwersed, @equallyloyalandlethal, @thotpuppy,

[wolfjackle-creates]

1000 Follower Celebration!

I'm blown away, honestly. The last time I had any notoriety in a fandom was back in, like 2007 or 2008 when I was on the Dibbuns Against Bedtime fan forums for Redwall. I was made the head of my dorm as the site started dying because I was the most active member in said dorm.

But you all? You're here because you like something I'm making? It's so wild to me. I appreciate every single one of you. Every like, every reblog, every comment. They warm me up.

I've been thinking over the last few days what I want to do. The obvious answers—prompt fills, polls to determine what I write, story snippets—I do all that with too much regularity. And I'm trying to avoid taking on more fics as I focus on the ones I've already got going.

So we're gonna do something a bit different this week.

Over the next week (From Wed 2/21 to Wed 2/28) send me the title of one of my WIPs (listed below) and I will respond with a few paragraphs. Not my usual 1.2-1.6k that I like to do for WIP Wednesday, but a few paragraphs. At the end of the week, I'll compile them all and post everything in a single post.

I won't be adding all the links like I usually do with each addition to a story until I post that final draft, but I'll tag everything with "[story name] 1000" so you can click that and follow along with the fic in some sort of order.

There are six WIPs eligible for the game! Please limit yourself to one fic per ask, but you may send in multiple asks. I will request that, for now, you limit yourself to one request per fic (aka a max of 6 requests per person). If I find that I'm able to keep up, I may waive that request in the upcoming days. But it will depend on how busy my inbox (and life) get.

Bring Me Home

Ghost!Robin

Answer My Call

I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again)

Want to Hold On and Feel I Belong/Bad Reveal AU

Empathy!Verse

I totally forgot about the Empathy!Verse when I did my last ask game. Mostly because that has been entirely written on Tumblr and I...kinda forgot to transfer it to a Scrivener document. Ooops. 😅

Something to Feel isn't on this list because I want to dedicate my time to it today. I'm close to the end, I think, and already have one ask in my inbox about it that I totally meant to get to before now (if it's your ask, I promise I haven't forgotten you!).

Brief Story Summaries

Bring Me Home: Tim and Danny are online friends and know each other's secrets. Currently in the arc where the Young Justice and Team Phantom help Danny escape after a reveal gone wrong.

Ghost!Robin: Jason is haunted by the ghost of the Robin he used to be. Danny finds out when Jazz introduces him to Jason over a meet-the-in-laws dinner. Currently, Jason and Robin are meeting with Frostbite to learn what may have happened.

Answer My Call: Jazz is sending texts to Danny after he escaped a GIW facility and they can't talk. But it turns out Jason is the one who's actually been getting them.

Carry Your Heart: Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone while Jason is dead. They become friends. But Jason runs to Desiree to wish for his life back. A wish she fulfills. Danny goes to visit him, only to find his core left behind in a lair that's in ruin.

Bad Reveal AU: Danny is living with the Waynes when he finds out they're also the Bats. He freaks out because he believes the bats are working with the government (aka the GIW). So he shoots Bruce and runs away. The bats are now trying to convince him it's safe to come home.

Empathy!Verse: Liminal!Jazz is studying in Gotham and feeling the lack of other liminals to interact with. After getting used to the undercurrent of emotion that follows all interactions with ghosts/liminals, humans just feel...flat. Then one day, she literally runs into another liminal as she's going to the library. Jason Todd. Only... he doesn't know what it means to be liminal. So Jazz is there to show him.

[mysticstarlightduck]

WIP Questionnaire Tag

Thanks for the tag @diabolical-blue (here)!

I'll go with Supernova Initiative for this one!

1. What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

I had wanted to write a science fiction/space opera story for years now! I've always been a huge fan of Star Wars and similar series, and I've always wanted to write something similar! I guess that the actual first part of this WIP I've ever created was the setting - it has remained the same/similar from the first iteration of an idea of this story, while the main characters, title, and plot underwent many, many changes until it all got to the version I'm currently writing!

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Curiously enough, the Supernova Initiative book series is going to be more akin to a "TV Show" format - like Clone Wars, The Last of Us, or Game of Thrones - than a traditional novel format. That's a bit complicated to explain further, but the gist of it is - the chapters are going to be the "episodes", which in turn will be divided into acts/seasons that take place in specific time frames, with the first (5 episode/chapter) taking place 10 years before the main story!

If I had to choose, I would say that the theme song would be a rather energetic rock/pop song! With a similar vibe to these:

(Check out the full WIP playlist)

I'm Dangerous - The Everlove

Shame! Shame! Shame! - Reinaeiry

Let's Do This - Outskrts

El Dorado - Stellar

Anti-Gravity - Runaground

I think that the song would need to have this rebellious/badass energy, mixed with a generally fun beat and good lyrics that touch on the overall theme/plot of the series! Plus a generally youthful vibe!

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I really love most of the main cast from this WIP!!!! But my Top 3 definitely are Jack Tithus, Gabi Ophyria, and Deimos Soll!

Jack is a really sweet, kind, and slightly reckless guy, who is at the same time outgoing, extroverted, and funny when he wants to be. He is defiant towards authority and fiercely protective of those he loves, to a dangerously selfless degree, all of which are tropes/traits I really enjoy in characters.

(Plus, in a way, Jack is one of the characters that kind of holds a condensation of some of my own personality traits, in good and bad ways - which was something accidental at first, but which I then embraced. )

Gabi Ophyria was one of the characters that came to me a bit later during the plotting of this book, which was surprisingly clear to me from the get-go. She's a brash, loud, fierce girl who lets no one talk her down and who believes in fighting for what she believes in. She also has anger issues - which is something she struggles with and eventually overcomes as her arc progresses, especially as she learns to let herself be vulnerable and trust others rather than try to be unbreakable all the time.

Deimos Soll is one of the most badass characters in this WIP and I just adore him. In a superficial, bad summarization, lol he's basically a young adult, alien version of John Wick and honestly is one of my all-time favorite characters I've ever written. He starts out in the backstory chapters as an awkward, fearful teenager lost in a moon he knew nothing about, but eventually grows into the deadliest and most efficient sniper this galaxy has ever seen, and one of the biggest threats to the Junction. I just adore writing introverted badass/morally grey characters who have a heart of gold. One of my favorite tropes!

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

Definitely other space opera/sci-fi adventures like Star Wars, Star Trek, or Voltron! Those stories introduced me to the space opera science fiction genre which I love so dearly, so I think that pretty much anyone who likes that genre will probably like one of those movies lol. I also think that my future fanbase might also like Six of Crows or the Bad Guys (the DreamWorks movie), as the "found family of misfits working on a heist" trope is a pretty big trope in the first acts of this WIP as well!

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

I think the hardest part about this WIP is that its structure is something I haven't seen before - as in, it's essentially a "TV Show but make it a Book Series" at its core. That means I have to improvise a lot with how I structure the story's chapters and how I structure all the events of the story. One good thing about this format I'm trying to recreate is that it is really visual, and I'm a really visual writer/person, so that means I get to make a really vivid world and characters!

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There are! A lot of them actually. Since this is a science fiction/spare opera adventure, a lot of the story involves the main characters traveling from planet to planet, especially during their heist mission and after the plot progresses.

They visit all kinds of planets and thus all kinds of biomes - the dusty mining moons like Cethea III, giant winter desert planets like Ivion, or flourishing forest dwarf planets like Stryxus. Cethea III - the homeworld of the MCs in the backstory chapters - is known for giant elk-like oxen that roams the dusty wasteland, as well as smaller lizard creatures and a few strange, venomous mammals. They also have giant birds, known as Harpies, which have a powerful screech capable of blowing out one's eardrums when too close.

Ivion is a gigantic winter desert, home to equally gigantic winter creatures, ranging from two-headed mountain lynx to absolutely enormous dragon-like creatures that burrow underneath the blanket of ice. It is also known for famously adorable, three-eyed, surprisingly big rodents similar to lemmings, which live in packs.

Stryxus has a biome akin to that of a tropical rainforest, which means the wildlife within it is incredibly varied despite the planet's small size, and that it has a vast variety of insects, mammals, lizards, and all kinds of animals you would expect from that environment. And even some you wouldn't expect.

The oceanic depths of Thallassen, in the heart of the Khosmonian galaxies, host especially gargantuan creatures, from pacific whale-like creatures with four, giant glowing eyes, to monstrous predatory lamprey-like creatures that lurk in the water.

7. How do your characters travel/get around?

The main form of transportation between planets, settlements and galaxies are starships/spaceships of varying shapes, sizes and fuel capabilities. Each planet has its own varied form of in-land transportation, but ranging from different animal mounts, hoverbikes, bullet trains, specialized boats/ships, submarines, and/or especially flying cars in the big cities.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I'm currently writing the first draft of this WIP, and am around the third or fourth chapter of the Prologue Act (which consists of five chapters, or episodes). I already have an alpha reader (@sarandipitywrites) who is helping me a lot with ironing out the details of this story! I'm really happy about the progress I'm finally being able to make!

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) You think will draw your audience in?

General tropes: Found Family, Heists, Space Exploration, Whump (especially Lab Whump), rebelling against the system, Dystopian Utopia, Secret bioengineering scheme (as the main threat from the villains), loveable cyborgs/robots, etc!

For romance: Friends to Lovers, Rivals/Enemies to Lovers, Grumpy/Sunshine, etc

Familial/Friendship Tropes: Wholesome father-daughter duo (who are a former assassin and his feisty adoptive daughter), Protective Older Brother & Willful Younger Sister, Adoptive Siblings, general group of misfits fighting against an oppressive government, etc.

For more tropes & details, check out the WIP Intro!

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

I hope I'll be able to finally finish the first draft of this story this year and that I'll publish it (probably self-publishing or something similar!) in the near future! I generally also hope to have a lot of fun writing it, and that other people will have fun reading this too (especially my friends)!

Tagging (gently) @your-absent-father @ray-writes-n-shit @drchenquill, @saltysupercomputer @agirlandherquill

@sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart @sm-writes-chaos

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@the-golden-comet, @elshells

And OPEN TAG

[arishnea]

I've been working on two original characters for a while now.

Sketched the first one, a barbarian tiefling Danār today. The name is short for mindanar, "diminished flame", and I am very excited about the concept they're representing. A matching contrast character will be shown at some later time when I get to her. ^^;

Tattoos are WIP for now apart from their positioning. I was drawing them here as broken shards to represent what's been going on with the character.

I will also talk more later when I make a proper introduction and character sheets for them, but for now have this.

I've been using them as my DnD character and Boulder's Gate character to test out DnD mechanics in a visual format as I was having difficulty getting into roleplay with knowing so little about this world-building.

I've been struggling a lot with what I want to be and who I am right now, and it's been hard to realize if it's just due to my health and temporary or if this is just who I am now, so I put my feeling into these two characters. I'm very invested and hoping to properly introduce them both soon

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Too Long; Didn't Read: I'm working on a trilogy fanfiction for Apollo and Hyacinthus called "Singing For A Flower" because I have way too much time :)

Too Short; Need More: For those who don't know (actually, I don't think anyone knows), I've been writing fanfics for a long time now. I've written for many fandoms, couples, and characters, but never in a million years I'd thought I would dedicate a portion of my life to writing a whole ass trilogy fic for an OTP I only started to ship in the summer of 2022.

How did I get into this?

Well, for starters, I've taken a ride to Greek mythology since June 2022. And as you may know (you must know if you've been sticking around long this blog enough), the myth of Apollo and Hyacinthus is my top favorite. And you probably know that I have lots of thoughts for them. Like, a lot. I'm storing too many Apollo/Hyacinthus ideas inside like an inflated balloon and if I don't dump them out soon, I will explode into a million pieces.

So in that case, I decided to write a fanfiction to pour all my OTP heacanons into it.

No, really. I won't even call it a retelling because it is not qualified to be one. Let's just say it's a high-effort fanfiction written by a foreigner who was raised and lived in a very different culture and always be more to learn.

Introducing:

Singing For A Flower

At first, I only planned it out as a meet-cute oneshot. But the short and sweet story soon branched out and couldn't be contained under 10K words anymore.

I want to write Hyacinthus and Apollo flirting but also having anxiety about their relationship.

I want to include Polyboea and give her a character arc about joining the virgin huntressess.

I want to explore Clio and the Muses' relationship with Hyacinthus, their mortal son and nephew.

I want to flesh out the other occurring characters who are in or related to the myth.

Endless scenarios and questions keep coming and they don't stop coming, and now I'm left with bits of prompts to string into one coherent plotline. There will be a lot for me to rewrite, add in, cut out, and more before I finish the first draft.

The "Singing For A Flower" trilogy will be written in Vietnamese and then translated into English (the VN version will be posted on a different platform, but you don't need to care about it). I can write the whole thing in English in the first place of course, but as with the second language, I can't convey all my ideas as fluently as in Vietnamese. When the English version is done, I will publish it on Archive Of Our Own and maybe other novel platforms.

It will take time to do everything all by myself. You'll have to wait a long time - we're not counting weeks or months, but years. But not to worry, because along the way, I will publish some (translated) WIP snippets to keep myself motivated and keep you guys up-to-date. So, we cool?

If you're interested in my planned Apollo/Hyacinthus trilogy and wish to see the final product, I admire your dedication - thank you a lot! And if you can't stick around to the end - it's okay! I'm glad we can be companions for a while.

Let's hope all of the gods above, my sheer determination, and an unholy amount of coffee will help me make it to the end of this project and not crash and burn before that!

[void-botanist]

WIP Intro Tag: Nicea

I am finally posting my intro for the WIP intro tag @anoelleart started over here! Since I first introduced Nicea over a year ago, it actually makes sense to do it for WIP intro tag.

Nicea takes its name from the Nicea, a starship from Antarac star system. To date, she's only gone on shipping trips within the neighboring systems that make up Argoh locality. But when she intercepts a message from her previous captain, Cady, who supposedly died warp racing ten years ago, the Nicea's crew prepares to take her across the galaxy to bring him home. And she's a sturdy vessel, but two hundred light years is a long way. Still, her crew has to make it—failure is not an option.

Genre: space opera

Setting: locality space, a galaxy full of people, some of whom are magical, and some of whom have enabled the current age of interstellar travel.

Core cast:

Declan Ruse [40, he/him, human]: Cady's husband & co-founder of Nicea Shipping. Currently the "shadow captain" of the Nicea, because of course he's the boss, but he hates talking to customers. He's the reason failure is not an option, because he can't imagine spending any more time apart from Cady.

Isabel Hendriss [36, she/her, human]: Rodney's sister & Spinder's best friend. Under Cady she was the load specialist of the Nicea, but she now serves as the registered captain, with her duties mostly being talking to people. She's been planning to leave the Nicea to start her own music career for a while.

Rodney Hendriss [33, he/him, human]: Isabel's brother & Declan's right-hand man. He was an afterthought on Cady's crew (read: cabin boy) but now he's the navigator, computer systems guy, and all around Knower and Organizer of Things. What he wants most is to be needed, especially by Declan.

Tristan Scherie [47, she/her, human]: Cady's friend & Bo's best friend. She's always been the pilot of the Nicea, even though Cady was also a pilot. She feels guilty for going on this trip, because it's dangerous and she runs the risk of missing her own wedding, but she needs to absolve herself of the guilt of indirectly causing Cady and Bo's "death".

Spinder Callawel [35, he/him, human]: Cady's uncle & Isabel's best friend. Years ago, he made a pact with Cady to become his ship engineer one day when Cady had a ship, and that's what he is still. But now he's bringing the ship back to Cady while he grapples with fears of death and also of telling Isabel he's in love with her.

Cady Thilta [40, he/him, human]: Declan's husband & Spinder's nephew. He was once the Nicea's captain because of his determination to become a space business owner, and now he's stranded because of his love of adrenaline. He sent the Nicea a message almost ten years ago and is still holding out hope it arrived.

Bo Eveldan [60, they/he, ferasca (dragon person)]: Tristan's best friend. They were never a member of the Nicea's crew, but they are a warp witch, and more than happy to take their favorite pilots warp racing. In retrospect, that might have been a bad idea, but at least he's here with Cady.

Progress: first draft, currently 31k words

Tags: wip: nicea, set: locality space, any of the characters' first names prefixed with "c: " (c: Declan, etc.)

I've only posted it in snippets so far, but you can also find a few scenelets of things that happened before the events of Nicea in my scenelets wrapped tag.

I'll leave an open tag for anyone who wants to do a WIP intro!!

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites