#reqs and thoughts on the list are welcomed 🫶

[siilvan]

instead of WIP wednesday, we’re having WIP friday at 7am– honestly, i’ll take any excuse to bring up what i’m working on >:)

stupidly long list below the cut!!!

in-progress

dusk - price x reader (18+) (request)

– basically just flirting leading to smut in a safe house lol

drag me under (prologue) - price x reader (18+)

– start of my first enemies-to-lovers series!! reader’s a honeypot, price falls for it, things get complicated 🙏

not started

phosphorus - nikolai x reader (18+)

– literally just shameless smut in a helicopter ngl

telomeres - rudy x teacher!reader

– rudy ends up falling for his niece’s teacher >:)

VIP - soap x reader

– sorta just a bodyguard au with captain mactavish!

this place will become your tomb - nikolai x reader

– technically another enemies-to-lovers fic, but they’re on the same team. just a series of misunderstandings ✊😔

distraction - nikolai x reader (18+)

– more shameless smut with possessive!nik 🫣

the creed - mandalorian!ghost x reader

– self explanatory ngl. reader ends up under the protection of mando!ghost 😼

bloodsport - atom x reader (18+)

– sorta FWB but like… dangerous y’know. i just love morally ambiguous masked men (100% convinced he’s makarov)

gen/romantic headcanons - yuri x reader

– i do not care if nobody reads it, i WILL be writing for yuri. he’s literally my war criminal wife 🫶

euclid - könig x reader

– resident evil/raccoon city au!

are you really okay? - alex x medic!reader

– fluffy and sorta angsty oneshot w/ UFC medic reader!

sugar - gaz x civilian!reader

– pure fluff!!! this one should be super cute :)

the apparition - ghost x civilian!reader

– can’t decide between neighbor ghost or mafia ghost for this one… either way it’s gonna be more angsty than gaz’s fic lol

somewhere in the past - hadir x ULF!reader

– pure angst… set after his betrayal in MW19 🫣

gen/romantic headcanons - valeria x reader

– i love women 🫡

dark signs - valeria x 141!reader

– semi-slow burn set during and after las almas!

take me back to eden - yuri x medic!reader

– unashamed to admit that reader is loosely based off my oc and this is gonna be soooo self-indulgent 🤭 probs mostly fluff and hurt/comfort

take aim - graves x 141!reader

– sorta similar to hadir’s fic if you squint 😶 takes place shortly before and after the betrayal in las almas!

rain - price & ghost

– platonic found-family fic based off one of barry sloane’s lives! ghost basically ends up living with price 🫶

i’ve got a couple other ideas floating around, like an alejandro x reader gym crush fic, but this list is already insanely long and very subject to change 💀

WIP Wednesday

Uhh I think Im the first one today so Imma tag; @gaeadene @direwombat @clicheantagonist @the-delicate-disaster @g0dspeeed @bunny-extract @deadbranch @glossythor and YOU person reading this if you wanna be tagged and I did not

Ghost + GN!reader; the “trapped in the elevator” concept. PTSD all that fun stuff. Neither reader nor ghost is having a fun time. Disclaimer I am a dumbass(tm) and idk how this stuff works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You think nothing of it when stepping onto the elevator, Ghost close on your heels. The pair of you are heading towards the same meeting on another floor.

A wicked storm rages outside, wind whipping trees and debris as rain pelts against the glass windows.

The base usually holds up well in storms. You don’t worry about it.

There’s no one else in the elevator as it shuts. Your phone is kept in hand despite knowing you never get service here. In just a moment you’ll be at your destination, and the effort of putting it up just to immediately pull it back out is more than you want to do.

You give a polite nod to the SAS sniper as he walks past you and settles himself with his back tucked against the wall. He returns the gesture and that’s about it for your small talk.

You’re not friends, and even acquaintances would be pushing it. But you cross paths enough to have that adjacent familiarity. He knows your face and you know his…well, his mask.

If it was someone else you might ask the performative question of double checking the two of you are heading to the same floor. Idle chit chat to pass the time on the way to the meeting.

Ghost isn’t the chit chat type and you know it. The number 5 glows when you press the button, the gears whirling overhead.

You’re on the second floor. The screen indicates 2-3-4-

And just shy of the screen switching over to 5 the gears screech to a halt, the lights cutting out in the elevator. You’re plunged into darkness, a startled “what the fuck?” escaping you before the emergency light kicks on.

It’s dimly lit and spooky. Ghost’s skull faced balaclava doesn’t do anything to lighten the mood.

You’re not in love with the idea of being stuck in the elevator, a distant ringing outside the compartment indicating that there’s people (you) trapped inside.

You know it won’t do anything but you press the now dim 5 button a few times. The mechanical click of the button depressing is the only thing that greets you.

“Well shit. You don’t have service, do you?” you figure the answer is no, but maybe today will be your lucky day.

Ghost is silent just a hair too long and the silence is enough to set you slightly on edge. He’s not registering that you’ve spoken to him.

“Ghost?”

It’s fucking creepy the way his head snaps to your direction. But at least now he’s acknowledging your existence.

“Do you have service?”

The amount of time it takes him to blink scares the shit out of you.

He doesn’t normally kick up your flight or response like this. But then again he’s not usually fucking dissociating right in front of you. He’s stiff as a board, not moving, barely blinking and staring you down in silence.

“Ghost,” it takes everything in you to keep your voice even keel.

You’ve heard the stories. Not of him specifically but soldiers in general. They call them episodes.

The term is almost cute. Much less cute that an episode involves you being trapped in a verifiable shoebox with a soldier who could snap you like a twig if he wants to.

That’s usually a problem for nurses and other medical staff. Working in tech you aren’t usually given a front row seat to a soldier looking ready to crawl up the walls.

He blinks again and you let out a sigh as the tension in his shoulders drop slowly.