#wip folder ask game

[catofthecanals289]

Australian summer 👀 🤲🏻

ooh another old one. One of the first thigns i wrote for maxiel *ever* I'm pretty sure

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The January summer sun draws long shadows on the dry grass, creating sharp contrast despite the washed out colors of the place.

The ground is dusty and warm to the touch, and Max knows it will cling to his clothes and sweaty skin like a tan that will always fake on his pale dutch skin, but he can’t bring himself to mind. Not when he can hear Daniel laughing, when he can see him throw his head back with another bark as his niece says something in her squeaking little, adoring voice. Not when Daniel’s sister leans over having sat down in the shade of the tree Max doesn’t know the name off but is leaning against, legs stretched out in front of him, and says: “He probably told you already, but he’s so happy you came.”

She doesn’t mean to this pony riding event that Daniel had promised to his niece and nephew, but Max feels it counts anyway, making him shrug and lift the bottle of lukewarm water to his lips.

After a couple of gulps, he lets it sink again, exhaling.

“Yeah, I know,” he says, and it comes out softer than intended , but Max’s cheeks are already flushed anyway. “I know,” he repeats even softer.

It’s not enough.

“He wasn’t sure you’d come,” Michelle says.

Across the paddock Daniel laughs again, loud and honest and beautiful. If Max closes his eyes, he can taste it on his tongue, can feel it against his lips.

“I know,” Max says again, his heart heavy in his chest.

Daniel waves at him. His niece and nephew do too. Max waves back, so does Michelle.

“He’s getting too old for his, Max,” she says, her hand down again, expression gentle but serious. Max can’t stand it, but he once thought he couldn’t stand summer in winter either. “For these games, do you know that too?”

Max shakes his head. “I’m not playing any games with him.”

She doesn’t believe him, but neither does Daniel some days, and Max has no idea how to fix it. He thought, maybe, coming here, getting onto a plane after New Years, would be a start. Now that he’s here, on the other side of the world, he wonders if maybe he should have come sooner.

They’ve never spend a New Year’s together.

Six years of this, of them, and not one New Year’s.

“I wouldn’t be here, if I was,” he adds, and he doesn’t look at her, instead looks at his own hand, runs his thumb over the spot that shows a rose on Daniel’s.

He didn’t get it for Max, that’s not something Daniel would do, but Max always felt like in a way, it still ended up for him, his, and maybe that’s foolish, maybe that’s self-absorbed, but maybe that’s how Max feels about Daniel too, about this thing between them, that after all these years, he should be able to put a name on.

Daniel was never meant to be Max’s. He was meant to live in the sun, to have laugh lines drawn onto his face by summer warmth and happiness, he was meant to live and love, and none of that with Max because Max’s one true love will always be racing and Daniel sued to feel the same, but Michelle is right, he’s getting too old for this, he’s getting tired. He hasn’t said so yet, still talks about winning, about believing, about having that passion, and most days he sounds like he believes himself, but others the tiredness in his eyes gets a little too dark, a little too blurry and then Max can see it clearly, can hear it loudly.

Daniel wants to be done. Soon.

He loves the polished streets of Monaco, loves the yachts and the money and the champagne parties but he loves dirt roads and February barbecues more. He loves sleeping in, and waking up to no city noise around him. He loves the ranch he lives on back here, in Australia, and he loves his family, wants one of his own and Max isn’t the kind of guy who can give him that.

“I want to be with him, always,” he says slowly, carefully, *honestly*. “And it’s easy in Monaco. No one question why we’d both be there. We live there. We are friends. But being here, in Perth, it’s different. It’s-”

“But would it be so bad?” Michelle interrupts him, voice low. “If people knew?”

“It would be,” Max answers after a moment, looking over to where Daniel has lifted the little girl onto his shoulders now, walking towards Max and Michelle and their tree, His brother in law with his son next to him.

“Why?” Michelle asks with a sigh.

“Because I’m not done racing.” *And I won’t be for years. Ever, maybe.*”And no matter what they say, I can’t have people know about me and Daniel and race in Qatar. In Malaysia. In Saudi Arabia. Or- Any of those places.”

Her eyes don’t leave his. “What about we race as one?”

A small, sad smile makes the corner of Max’s mouth curl upwards.

“What about it?” he asks, voice a little more raspy than usual.

When the others reach them, Michelle gets to her feet, plucks her daughter from her brother’s shoulders and spins her around, making the little girl giggle and squeal and Daniel smile, all sweet and soft, and nothing like the bright, loud laugh he wears so often than Max loves all the same when it’s honest, never growing tired of it. But this, this small, little thing, it’s not for anyone, not for fans, not for reporters, not for rivals, or for the world. Not for Max. It’s for Daniel and Daniel only, an unconscious little thing.

“I love you, you know,” he says, voice still too rough, too raspy, once Daniel has set down, smelling like horse and sweat and him.

He wishes Daniel didn’t look so surprised. Not after six years.

“I know,” Daniel says anyway, that soft, sweet smile back on his lips. Still looking at Max, he presses a kiss to his own hand, lips covering the rose tattoo.

He’s never said so, and Max would never ask, but it’s something Daniel does when he and Max can’t kiss, when it’d be too risky, when he knows that it’d make Max uncomfortable.

If Daniel was wearing a cap right now, Max would be flicking the brim of it in answer, but as it is, he taps the tips of his index and middle finger against Daniel’s forehead, right where his wild curls begin.

“And I’m glad I came,” Max goes on, because if nothing else, he needs Daniel to know that. “I’m glad I’m here.”

“You hate the Australian summer,” Daniel counters, smile wider now, showing teeth. He puts his arm around Max’s shoulders and Max has to fight the urge to turn into him, to make this something more than buddies, something more than best friends, and breathe in more of Daniel scent, and press his face into Daniel’s bare skin, right where his tank top reveals too much sweat glistening skin, down from his armpit over his ribs to his stomach.

Max wants to slip his hand under the fabric and splay his fingers over the little rolls that slouching has created in place of Daniel’s abs. He wants to climb in Daniel’s lap and grind down on his crotch, wants to feel Daniel grow hard for him, wants to see the wild, dark lust in his eyes, wants bruises on his wrists and bite marks on his throat.

He wants to wake up next to Daniel every morning and go to bed with him every night.

He wants to sit on the roof of his jeep with him and watch the sunset.

He wants to kiss him and love him and fucking marry him too.

He wants to watch the laugh lines on Daniel’s face that he eyes so critically in the mirror these days grow deeper, wants to be there to see his hairline get thinner little by litter and make sure that Daniel knows that he’s not one bit less attractive, not to Max, not to anyone with a brain.

But Max wants to be a world champion too, and that’s all there really is to that.

“I don’t hate it,” Max says, and he means to just knock his knee against Daniel’s, but it stays, instead, side pressed against Daniel’s.

Daniel looks down, eyes crinkling, the corners of his mouth curled up. His smile grows a little wider when Max puts his hand on his thigh, too sweaty and too warm, heart thumbing in his head like it’s about to break.

“No?” Daniel says, voice low. “I’m glad.”

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

WIP folders ask game

Thanks to @annab99awritersdream for the tag!

Rules: post all of your WIP folders, then have people send an ask if they're interested!

Okay here are my folders...

12 Bear Cubs (obv temp title)

Dystopian Book

Emerald of Secrets (note: temp. title; will change)

Eternity (temp title)

Etran (maybe temp)

Fanfic That I'll Never Touch Again (partial lie)

Fantasy Book

Half of the Magic (probably change this title)

Harvey

It Was All Just a Dream

Leaving the 99

Perspectives

School of the Legends

The Blind Sight (this is cringe change the title)

The Chronosians (temp title)

The Iterinastis System

The Last Time

The Others (temp title)

The Secret Portal

The Trail (temp title)

Tagging @gracehosborn @cadotoast @illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff @awritingcaitlin @jezifster @jessicagailwrites @sleepywriter00 @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @little-mouse-gardens @elizaellwrites @elsie-writes @willtheweaver @eccaiia @somethingclevermahogony + ANYONE ELSE

[onekisstotakewithme]

WIP Folder Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

the lovely @boasamishipper tagged me in this like four days ago, I'm sorry for the delay! 💜

works in progress (some of these are uh... quite old? or VERY old so I'll try and list from most to least recent. lmao. *sobs*)

post-"manchester" seekrit dating (tww)

bj hawk gay meet up (mash)

wedding fic (tww)

noir (mash)

requiem first time sex (tww)

69 fic (tww)

presidential campaign cj (tww)

sperm donor (tww)

plane crash (tww)

ski au (mash)

triad wedding (mash)

ambassador spock au (star trek)

padme!lives (star wars prequel trilogy)

tagging any of my writer friends who have a lot of WIPs and are interested 💜

[ageless-aislynn]

Slow burn and I’m loving it, nobody asked for a time reference in every chapter but I’ve been doing it anyway

Yay, thanks so much for playing along! 😎

Slow burn and I’m loving it, nobody asked for a time reference in every chapter but I’ve been doing it anyway 🤷‍♀️😉 (Halo series) aka "15 Minutes" (John/Reader) ⭐💖⭐

Chapter 6 is going to be super-sized since it's been *coughcough* months since ch5 and has a surprise guest star from the game world in it! No one else might care about the guest star but hey, I do and since I'm steering the boat... *beep beep* GUEST STAR! 😂

Anyway, in lieu of sharing a part of ch6 since it's hopefully going to be appearing this next week 🤞😣🤞 how about I tell you a couple of things I may not have mentioned before about it?

Originally, it was going to be John/OC instead of Reader, which is why she sometimes seems to have a lot more in common with an OC. However, she doesn't have a description, other than the fact she's shorter than John. Beyond that, she can be anyone, so I hope that anybody reading it can still feel like it's easy to project themselves as her, if that's what they'd like. Or that you can read the second tense “you” as being a form of first tense “I” and not consider that she is YOU but just a character you're reading along with. I hope that makes sense, lol! I mainly want my fics to be as inclusive and enjoyable as possible. (Kai has a male Reader over in the companion fic "Recreation" and "No Time" has a gender-neutral Reader with John.)

Also, yes, she does have a name but  I'm honor-bound to not reveal it. 😁(Same for Kai's Reader character in "Recreation;" I gave him a name, too, just so he doesn't feel left out. 😉)

Originally, this was meant to be a one-shot to fill my burning need to give John a hug after Halo 1x06 where the poor guy is practically screaming in pain and slumping down a wall and everybody's just like, "Hm, wonder what's wrong with Chief? Welp, on with my day!"

C'mon, Chief clearly needs a hug! And a medic. But definitely a hug!

Once there was interest to read more about them, though, I began using this as a chance to incorporate a bunch of my favorite tropes to read/write. I also liked the chance to explore a bit of the "ordinary" world that would be going on around all of the adventure and derring-do that Silver Team is embarking on during season 1.

I'm also feeling free to jump in the AU Warthog to weave in and out of canon however it best suits me, lol.

Into the AU party ‘hog, frens! Woo-hoo! (I adore the custom weapons and vehicle skins so much I made a little vid for them, lol.)

I enjoy making up little AU GIFs to go with each chapter but soon realized that it was more of a challenge than I originally expected because, since I don’t want to show any part of the Reader and thus define her skin color, hair color/type/length etc. But I’ll keep coming up with something for as long as I can!

I don’t have a set number of chapters this is projected to run but I’m guestimating... 🤔 quite a few. 😂 There’s still just so much I have planned for them! And I do have an ending for them that will bring us back kinda to the end of s1. The AU Warthog version of s1, anyway!

I’m hoping to get my couple of other Flash WIPs finished off then I’ll be coming back to this and “Recreation” in order to hopefully get them on a bit more timely posting schedule. I would ideally like them both to finish before s2 premieres in Spring 2023. We’ll see!

And there we have it! Thanks again! 😎👍

WIP folder ask game

[thetragicallynerdy]

Is the ask game still going? If so, I'm extremely curious about "hanahaki polyam times"

It sure is!!!! I welcome asks about my WIPs all the time lmaooo, I have so many that I forget about so it's nice to get excited about them again and maybe pick away at them a little.

This is in response to the WIP folder game, if anyone else is curious my long list of WIP titles is here!

Hanahaki polyam times is yet another Jim/Ed + Jim/Olu fic lmao. I haven't worked on it in ages, but it's an au I adore and do want to finish someday. It's Post S1/alternate S2, and based on the idea that hanahaki is more like seasonal allergies - it fucking sucks, it hurts, but it won't kill you.

Jim, in love with Olu, also falls in love with Ed after he makes ammends and fixes things and they're all happy together. However, Jim knows Ed is in love with Stede, and believes it won't be returned - so they get the flowers. Ed, meanwhile, has basically the exact same thing happen, because they're both dumbasses and don't talk about shit. It's very "oh fuck, polyamoury exists and is possible??" vibes.

A snippet for you!

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He follows the sound of coughing, brow creasing with worry when he finds Jim behind the crates, one hand braced on the wall and the other clutching their chest. They start when they see him, looking so panicked it hurts. But then they're bending over, shaking with coughs that wrack their form, turning away from him as though trying to hide -

Bloody petals slip from between their fingers and flutter to the floor. Edward stares, and then before he can think better he's stepping forward, smoothing a hand up and down their back as they cough up another lungful. He knows how much it hurts, wishes like hell that he could take the pain away from them.

"Fuck, mate, I thought you and Olu had confessed like, ages ago." He tries not to think on the conversation with the Swede that he'd had so recently, the mirror of it all. Tries not to think even harder about the way his own flowers twine around his lungs, threatening to choke him when he speaks of their love for a man that's not him aloud. He's always been greedy, he knows this. "Why the fuck are you still coughing up his flowers?"

Jim spits the last of the petals out, clutching them in their fists like that will hide what they are. "I'm not fucking talking to you about this."

It hurts, almost more than the way he knows they won't ever love him. He lets his hand fall away, schools his face into some neutral when they flinch.

"Right. Sorry. Not my place."

Bloody fingers snag his shirt sleeve before he can walk away. Jim's jaw works, and he waits until they close their eyes, let out a noise that sounds too much like grief.

"Lo siento," they whisper, "but please, Ed, don't ask me."

He nods. Shakes their hand loose, then catches it, gives it a gentle squeeze. "Alright, mate. I won't."

He knows himself well enough that he doesn't even bother offering for them to find him should they need an ear. He's never been good at pretending, and he's not a martyr. Not yet, anyhow.

[satashiiwrites]

For the WIP folder ask game, what's the Mafia AU?

thanks for the ask @scoobybuddie

So for reference, I’d previously used Danny Pino for Reyes Vidal personal headcanon pictures for writing in Mass Effect Andromeda fics. Danny Pino is mostly known for playing cops—ie Nick Amaro in SVU—and more recently Miguel Galindo in Mayans MC.

So cop Nick (above) vs Miguel (below)—note I really need to think of other names for Reyes’ uncles but you can see where I’m coming from by leaving them unchanged.

If I ever finish this fic, it’s going to be a messy time jump mess back and forth (because I’ve wanted to try that but not sure I can pull it off). I want it to be slightly told retrospectively and then also in medias res.

So, a messy draft emerges that’s half plot notes and half written scene. Cut for length here.

Scott is pulled to the local cop dive bar by his soon-to-be-former partner xxx.  He is plied with alcohol by many people from his precinct who’ve come to fete the new detective—Scott is getting his gold shield the next day and today was his last day on patrol. Scott is known some-what derogatorily (and he hates it) as the prince of organized crime—his father is the head of the organized crime unit and runs an elite task force. Scott has determined that he’s going to always make his own way and is obsessed with not being promoted based on nepotism. 

While Scott has been focused on his career, he hasn’t always been able to make close connections with his co-workers because of his family. But he’s excited to have earned his gold shield after solving a homicide. Somehow, he’s managed to get attached to one of the homicide squads by pure chance. 

Towards the end of the night, he’s bought a drink by a guy that can’t be a cop. He’s wearing too expensive of cologne and gives Scott the up and down look that screams interested.  The whiskey is also much more expensive than all the other drinks he’s been downing all night. The smooth purr of the man’s voice and way that he talks to Scott and he’s a goner. They spend hours talking—much after most of Scott’s coworkers have left and they close out the bar at 2am.  

Taking a chance, Scott asks Reyes to walk him home and then invites him in for a nightcap. One thing leads to another and Scott ends up curled around Reyes who seems stunned by Scott’s trust in him.

The next morning, Scott wakes to his alarm, warm and still wrapped in Reyes who is dead to the world. Scott reluctantly wakes Reyes, embarrassed that they just got in some heavy making out the night before before falling asleep in his bed. Reyes is adorably mussed but asks what Scott’s plans are for the night. 

Scott tells him that he has a family dinner to go to but does give Reyes his cell before seeing Reyes out the door. 

Cue frantic getting ready and in uniform for getting his detective’s shield only to be told to hurry up and wait when he gets to the ceremony.  It’s a group ceremony and he’s getting his shield with about ten other people—all of which are older than him and with more experience.  

There is an awkward moment during the ceremony when his father gives him his gold shield—Scott hadn’t know that his father was going to do that. He’s somewhat choked up about it but his dad ruins the moment after the ceremony when asking him what took so long. Scott is emotionally crushed at that comment but puts up a good front. Sara who also took the day off to celebrate her twin’s accomplishment plays peacekeeper.  There is an awkward family late lunch in a fancy restaurant that Scott’s always wanted to try but he barely touches his food—unable to taste anything. 

Scott’s new squad in homicide:

Partner and Sargent: Cora Harper

Lieutenant. Drack Nakmor

Other detectives: Liam and Vetra

Coroner: Lexi T’Perro

CSI tech: Suvi Anwar

Electronics assistance/mechanic: Gil Brodie

Reyes Vidal is the new blood that is running the show for his uncle. 

Reyes’s family/leadership structure:

Uncle Miguel is the boss—Known as El Padrino. 

Uncle Nick—Miguel’s twin. Not raised with Miguel. Became a police officer and works in the same city as Scott. Disavows all involvement with the family business but still tries to look out for Reyes. Is a homicide detective but for a smaller precinct. Competent at his job but has never been really promoted due to his family associations which are known by the police powers that be. 

Bain Massani—cartel associate. Was assigned to look out for Reyes. Is an enforcer for the cartel. Has his own code of honor and follows it. Is amused by Scott and calls him Reyes’ little duck.

Scene (warning for first draft)

Scott hadn’t stopped shaking—but he wished he could. 

The nurse with the kind smile had pushed him back into one of the hard plastic chairs that lined the waiting room and pressed a styrofoam cup of burnt, acidic coffee into his hands, encouraging him to drink it and settle. The two sips he’d managed to suck down had eaten at his throat, burning as the bitter coffee did little to soothe him. She’d said she’d be back when she had news or if the doctor was needing to speak to him before escaping to the nurses station at the far corner.

He just couldn’t stop the tremble in his hands that still had dried blood on them, under his nails and across the finger pads making them feel gritty with the dark brick red color fading into brown and making each crease n the skin stand starkly out. 

The waiting lounge was mostly deserted at this time of night, a housekeeper had even had him lift his legs so she could vacuum under them before working her way down the row of chairs covered in fabric that nobody in their right mind would have chosen any decade except maybe the 80s.  The hot pink faded to more dusty rose and the electric blue triangles and purple squares had also faded into just being tired. There was a small vending area in the corner where the soda machine hummed loudly—the only noise in the silence of the surgical waiting area at almost a quarter after midnight. 

He couldn’t stop replaying in his mind what had happened.  Hunching forward, he clutched at the cup of cooling coffee and tried not to hyperventilate. 

Reyes had been shot. 

Twice. 

And now he might not survive surgery. 

[omaano]

Nine Lines Nine People

I was tagged by the amazing @frostbitebakery (thank you ❤️)

So I’ve had A Day, and in my endless wisdom I decided that it made it the ideal time to fix Fox’s face after weeks of playing around with the idea of just scrapping the whole thing (and finally find a picture I liked to turn into Cody instead). I’m sure he has over 9 lines on his face. Also he is red the only thing that pulls me towards this guy which is always a plus.

Tagging (if you feel like it): @traumschwinge @manofbeskar @annettecheshir @battlekilt @justhereforeskel @shortmage @nautilicious @sidhebeingbrand @round--robin

[miradelletarot]

For the WIP 'midsummer' sounds really intriguing to me!! I need it!

OHH HO HOOHHH, buckle up then! *cackles* It's abundantly smutty lol. This is actually an idea i had this morning after I woke up, and had to write down everything i could before i lost it. So, it's (obviously) unfinished. I am not sure if this is gonna go into the longfic series I'm writing (since it's Gale x Sagora) or if this will be nothing more than a treato/fun brainworm thing, but I kinda dig it lol. Basically, I remember reading about the Midsummer events in Waterdeep and how debauched they are (super hot btw,) and imagined that Gale is particularly very horny b/c he has his druid wifey to play with now during these very lusty festivals (and SHE. LOVES. IT.) I head canon that after they have been home for a while, she sates some of his intellectual boredom by teaching him some druidic magic...hence the wild shaping thing I got going on here. CW: predator/prey, dom!gale, roleplay (or at least the idea of it lol) and uhhh...hot druid things I guess (eta: and probably a touch of a mention of possibly fucking outside lmao).

**Naughty things under the cut. Minors DNI**

“You know, my love –” Gale saunters over to Sagora where she stood at the kitchen counter preparing lunch. He clutched his fingers around her hips from behind, pressing his body into hers as his lips brush against the shell of her ear. “– I was thinking…we could certainly have some fun this evening.”

She shudders as his breath tickles her neck, writhing as she giggles, and spins around to face him, arms draping over his shoulders. “What did you have in mind?” Her coy smirk told him she knew exactly what he had in mind.

“Oh, I was thinking we could start with a romantic dinner, perhaps more than a little wine…a frolic through the woods?” Each thought was punctuated with sultry kisses along her neck, his hands roaming up her waist towards her breasts. She rolled her head back, surrendering to his touch as his lips traveled down along her collarbone to her cleavage that peaked out of her bodice.

She rolled languidly back into him, fingers tousling his hair as she pressed her forehead to his. “And what, my dear wizard, makes you think you can catch me?”

Gale let out a low, growling chuckle. “Well, you’ve taught me a thing or two about your magic. I think I could use that to my advantage.” He pulled away slightly, looking in her eyes with mischievous intent, and a wild smirk curling his lips. “We’ll play a little game. Hide-and-Seek.” Her breath hitched as he dug his fingers into her waist. “I’ll be the wolf, and you…you, my love…will be a cute, little rabbit.” Sagora’s eyes narrowed playfully. “That’s easy. I’ll be so small you’ll never find me.” She wrinkled her nose at him, teasing against his seductive advances.

His eyes went dark with lust as he pushed her back against the nearby wall, one hand clutching her waist, the other braced against the wall over her head as he pressed into her. His voice was thick and low against her skin.

“Careful, little bunny. You don’t want to test the patience of a hungry wolf. Do you?”

Sagora bit her lip, her pulse quickening as arousal pooled between her legs. She whispered. “What will happen if you catch me?” “Little bunnies that get caught...get devoured. Right there…in the middle of the forest.”

Her body shuddered, her walls pulsing at the very implication of Gale’s tongue sliding between her folds. It took her a moment to regain her composure under the crushing weight of her salacious need.

“…And what if you don’t?”

Gale thought for a moment as a sinful darkness filled his gaze. “Then I suppose I’ll have to chase you until I do.” He leaned in close, whispering against her parted lips. “Either way, my naughty little rabbit…I shall have my prize.” He licked the parted seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue before slipping inside, claiming her mouth with abandon. She moaned into him, her hips rocking against the hardness that tented his trousers. _____

[skywalking-through-life]

for the wip title game - Whale pregnancy wip lololol 👀

Lmaoooo, I was really hoping someone was going to ask about this, because it sounds bonkers, but it's actually just a half-formed, fluffy little idea about Annabeth's first pregnancy, whenever that is. Percy and Annabeth have talked about having kids multiple times in the books, and I think that's an adorable topic to explore, so at some point I'll probably write it! But this very basic outline of a scene is all I have so far 😂:

"Gods, I look like a whale."

"What kind of whale?"

She gives him a sharp look, but no reply. He grins.

"Mmm… I'm gonna say narwhal. Definitely a narwhal."

"Percy. You are supposed to be telling me that I am beautiful and perfect, not feeding into my delusions!"

"Wow, you don't think narwhals are beautiful? I'm hurt on their behalf."

She gives him a sharper look, and again, no reply. He grins wider.

"See? Narwhal! Adorable, squishy, and absolutely capable of stabbing me if I don't shut up."

A satisfied nod. "And don't you forget it."

Annabeth looks pensive, Percy comes over and kneels in front of her, rubs her belly.

"Why does it bother you so much? You've got a whole new life in there, of course it's gonna need space to grow." He pauses and presses a kiss to her belly. "And, for the record, I DO think you're beautiful and perfect."

"Well, if you think it's all so wonderful, YOU can carry the next one."

He gives her an impish grin. "I'm not a seahorse, babe. But you know I would if I could."

I hope you enjoyed it, my friend! 😂💙 I really would like to write it someday!

[lale-txt]

my turn hehe

maybe florist au and accidental eavesdropping with naoya? 👀

Bas! now that's a fun combo (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)◞

➳ Florist AU + Accidental Eavesdropping 

Coming from a line of florists serving the Zen’in clan, it was a given that eventually you’ll fulfill the role of the one in charge of the flower arrangements in the huge estate. They paid well and there were never any complaints about your family’s work, but there was something just so unsettling about this clan and their quarters. As if there’s always a pair of eyes on you, watching you from the shadows; it makes you feel like prey. Then there’s their heir with that foul mouth of his, never missing a chance to talk you down; he never touches you, he doesn’t have to, his sharp words and mocking gaze enough to make something within you crumble. You’re not sure if it’s your patience or your resistance.  One night you’re especially busy, preparing a room you’ve never been in before with huge bouquets of black dahlias. It’s an odd flower to be requested given its meaning, but you’re not one to ask questions–you learned young that sometimes it’s better not to know. You weren’t given any details about the occasion for preparing this room, but in the back of your mind you can’t help but think it looks almost like a ritual in the making. That’s when you hear it, quiet and hushed through the paper-thin walls, the voices of the heir and his father–something about ”watching a flower wilt” and “a possible vessel”--and without grasping the full context it makes your skin crawl. Run. Yeah, you should run. Except when you turn on your heels you’re facing Naoya, his face awfully close to yours, his smirk almost maleficent.  “You heard that, hm? Come on then, run. Try it. Poor little thing, aren’t ya?”

❦ fanfiction trope mash-up ask game!

[virtues-end]

Hi dear author, hope you're doing well!! I was just wondering, do you perhaps any WIP snippets of Shea that you could show us?? Anything at all, even if it's crumbs, I miss them so much 🥺 but only if you want ofc!!! Otherwise I'll patiently wait here with the ring I've prepared for them haha

Hi, thank you! Hope you're doing well, too. 💜

I don't have any recent snippets but I've posted a few Shea-related ones in the past:

Downpour

Moonlight

Feral

Meeting

I hope that these will tide you over in the meantime. :')

[resident-gay-bitch]

Im bored and demotivated as fuck this week, so let’s play a game!

Below is a list of every single one of my wips (mini fics + multi chaps), and you can send me an ask with a question about it and/or I’ll describe the plot!! I’ll answer absolutely anything about it :)) (Stranger Things & Marauders Era)

Stranger Things Wips:

Primarily steddie works but others there as well :)

That’s Alright Now Mama (might change)

3 Is Better Than 2 (not the real name I just haven’t come up with one yet) (+18)

Smut About Us? (+18)

Growin Up Ain’t Easy (might change name)

Cooked To Perfection

Steal My Heart, Sweetheart (might change)

Poolside Infidelity (+18)

Sticky Notes :)

Freak Chronicles / Superache (this one’s all over the place atm there are like 3 diff endings I’ve started) (+18)

Don’t Go Cave Diving

Kiss Me, I’m Desperate! (+18)

Lovers Live A Little Longer

But Daddy, I Love Him!

12 Days Down Under (+18)

Master Of Puppets

Lola, Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola

At The End Of The Road I’ll Find You

Hooked On You (+18)

Soccer Dads

Getting Better

Stood Up (+18)

Best Friends Brother (+18)

3+1 Sexuality Crisis (hasn’t got a name)

Marauders Era Wips:

Features wolfstar, prongsfoot, starkiller & a lot more (I am a rarepair multi shipper)

Spellbound

Azkaban AU (haven’t come up with a name yet)

Blood Sucker (+18)

Heaven Is Not Fit To House A Love Like You And I (might change) (+18)

Total Trans Train wreck (might change)

Pulling Pigtails

Put Your Loving Hand Out Baby / On Your Knees And I’m Beggin’ / There Is A Light That Will Never Go Out (I like all of these and can’t choose) (+18)

You’re Safe Here, Love

What If He Loved Him?

Gender Euphoria (haven’t come up with a name yet)

I Want You, Creep (+18)

Paper Flowers

Family Matters

This Could Be A Disaster (+18)

Loving Each Other Without Me? (Might change)

Supernova (+18)

Tree House

For Your Pleasure (+18)

Oh Love, I know

This Is The End Of His World

Kinda Fucking Obsessed Now (+18)

That Don’t Impress Me Much

Kinktober 2024 wips (+18)

Can I Kiss You Yet?

[onekisstotakewithme]

this wasn't in the wip list but uuuuuuuh 🍁?

ARGH see I KNEW I was forgetting something 😣 but yes. 'into a gold and crimson graciousness of october' aka october part II. so sorry for its tardiness, bestie. I got lost in the sauce trying to blitz the reveal of Charleshawk and then you know, everything thereafter 😅

but someday!! someday we'll get the reveal that Charleshawk are an item + the polyamory negotiations + the Donna/Hawkeye sex. wait what was that last thing, Ally?

Snippet:

Hawkeye lets his gaze linger, before making for the stairs, leaving Donna hot and shaking with embarrassment and need. She bolts back across the hall to her own room, dressing hastily, the past few minutes burned into her memory. How can she come here and act like such a fool, and do it mostly sober? To throw herself at not one man, but two. It defies logic.

[ageless-aislynn]

WIP ask game for the following: the blue lady ships it, au the war crime part out, and …or possibly like this on the condition 'heat' is something like Pon Farr and not omegaverse

boops gently

*rubs hands together gleefully* Thank you so much!

1. The blue lady ships it (Halo) aka "Untitled Cortana (and the marines) totally ship John/Kai" 😁 Sadly, this one ended up having large parts of itself "donated" to other fics and so would have to be redone if I ever decide to finish it but here's the original opening, for your reading pleasure, lol!

Cortana made sure to manifest her holographic self down at the bottom of the hill, well away from where John and Kai had just finished mopping up the last of the Covenant infantry. She'd learned the hard way that, if they felt like she was watching them, then they'd scurry away from each other.

And yet they're standing on a hill with a bunch of marines looking up at them and somehow that's not "being watched?" Maybe it's simply the distance, the false sense of privacy?

Or maybe it was because once, just once she’d appeared right next to them, practically with digital popcorn in hand, wanting a front row seat for The Big Moment?

Come on, Chief, take your helmet off. Show her those adoring eyes… she thought but was careful not to project herself into his auditory cortex. He hadn't responded well to that, either.

Kai took off her helmet.

Also acceptable. He can't resist when she's all battle-flushed. He removed his helmet as well, both of them going off comms. Not that it mattered because being literally housed in his head meant he couldn't actually shut her out; she had to choose to give him privacy. Which she was doing, thank you very much.

Watching from a distance didn't count. Ask anybody. Ask the group of marines next to her, none-too-covertly studying the Spartans and taking bets on who'd make the first move.

False sense of privacy was her favorite new thing.

2. I wasn't sure if I should make a funny scene out of a war crime 👀 Guess I'll have to AU the war crime part out, yep *nodnod* (Halo series)

Aka the completely awkward John/Makee sexytiems scene we all REALLY deserved. 😇😂 I totally, completely AU'd the war crime out of it, though, so now we can chuckle at all of the awkward, 10,000% guilt free! *nodnods* 😁👍 Still in progress, may even be completed and posted one day, who knows? Would also be my first posted John/Makee fic. 😁

3. Yeah so if Spartans went into heat, I’d probably write it like this... (Halo gameverse)...or like this (Halo gameverse, different game)...or possibly like this (Halo series) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Technically, they're all variations on the same idea, which is why I probably won't ever write them. But they each have at least one distinct scene that lives rent free in my head, what can I say? Okay, so, with a wave of my hand, I've just given the gameverse Spartans the hormone pellets of the TV series Spartans. And with another wave of my hand and a little flourish of my fingers, I've added a condition to the pellets where, at certain times, to keep the pellets and the Spartans operating at peak efficiency, they have to go off of them.

And y'all know what I think would go on at that time. *coughcoughs in "Side Effect" NSFW* But imagine it as being more controlled than that, something scheduled, maybe a nice, out of the way place for Spartans on similar cycles to go and ahem, take care of each other, just an accepted part of being a Spartan and all that.

Annnnnnd in each of those 3 ideas, we get a pellet malfunction where game!Chief, Noble Team and TV!Chief ends up Trapped Alone With The Reader™. Not at the same time, not at the same place and not with the same Reader, I should mention. I mean, that would be one very tired Reader and quite a swingin’ Spartan party, woah, lol! 😳😂

I have a surprisingly well-defined, really more of an OC character for game!Chief, with a whole developed backstory and everything. And it's not ALL of Noble Team, just 2 of 'em. (That one actually came from a dream where the Reader was giving a report to Carter who is getting more and more flummoxed at how calm she is considering what all she's telling him. "And you're saying that you... handled them both. One at a time, right?" "Well, there might've been a one at a time in there but, honestly, it was just more expedient to double up." 😂) Then TV!Chief has a Reader no one has met before, someone who gives off this shy, reserved demeanor but who is an absolute wildcat underneath, who can give a malfunctioning-hormone-pellet Spartan a run for his money. I don’t know why but I want to see a scene where the rest of Silver Team finds them and they’re kinda running in like, “Okay, we’ve got to see if the non-enhanced human is all right. She might need medical aid!” and she’s all composed and walking out of the room like, yeah, he’s in there. And there’s John just totally worn out, asleep and snoring, lol! 😂 However, since John and Kai went through "Side Effect" together, I doubt this one would ever be written just because it's a rather close idea. I dunno. We’ll see! 😉

And *drum roll* there we have it! Thanks so much for asking! 😎👍

WIP folder ask game

[helloliriels]

hi! for the ask thing, number 8? (any fandom :])

ty for the ask 🥰 and totally *squirreled* on the reply! (cause i had to think on this one ...!) 💕✌️

💀 A scrapped idea for my current WiP:

Fluff and I scrapped an idea we both really loved (i.e.) the meeting in the park, and john being so overwhelmed by emotion that Sherlock handed him some small note pad and they started passing notes back and forth instead of talking.

It still lives rent-free in my head (and is a personal fave concept) but at the time, just didnt work - even when we attempted many ways. I'm glad we went the route we did ... and now im stuck at the park again lols (karma)(dammit) ... i was always gonna get stuck at the park apparently!

[satashiiwrites]

Hi satashii! Can you tell us a little more on Christmas for Cowboys?

Also happy new year! 🎉

Thanks for the ask @monsterrae1 and happy new year to you as well!!!

I had posted this around christmas—I obviously ran out of free time with the halloween fic this year but this idea has been rattling around my brain with ideas but no time to write it every time I heard the song Christmas for Cowboys by John Denver (it’s been a longtime family favorite christmas album so it was on heavy repeat in December).

I even came up with a summary for the fic:

A blizzard on Christmas Day lands Eddie Diaz and his son Christopher at the 118 Ranch when their car breaks down on I-15 in the middle of nowhere.  Eddie has been aimlessly driving, trying to outrun his and Christopher’s grief over his wife’s death when he meets a blue-eyed cowboy who soothes his wounded heart.  

The same storm that strands the Diaz boys also brings with it Maddie Kendall who’s looking for refuge from an abusive husband she just served with divorce papers.  She hopes her brother will put up with her for a few days or maybe a week or two until she can figure out her next step but it’s hard to plan when her brother’s coworker Howard is gentle and kind but she can’t stay… can she?

The 118 has long been a refuge for those needing one.

All that I’ve written is the start of the prologue:

Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas Day

Driving the cattle over snow covered plains

All of the good gifts given today

Ours is the sky and the wide open range

The storm was rolling in over the Sawtooth mountains to the far west, obscuring the tops of the mountain peaks in clouds and swirls of snow.  The wind carried the scent of the oncoming snow, making the horses dance excitedly in place, their hooves crunching the hard packed snow already underfoot.  Buck let his favorite, Charlotte a beautiful silver dapple mustang, get away with a bit more than just dancing underneath him as she tossed her head and tail trying to get him to give her more rein.  She was excited, wanting to outrun the coming storm and he could sympathize.  The storm was going to bring a chill with it and they had hours to go to get the cattle in safely on this Christmas Day.

The sunlight was fading fast as the dark clouds loomed.  Bobby, Buck’s boss and all but adopted father, ordered them to get moving a bit faster. They were almost to the I-15 crossing that bisected the 118 Ranch on it’s western side. The homestead itself was a few miles on as it’d been built far enough away to not catch all the noise of the cars zipping back and forth as they made their way north and south across Montana. 

Nobody wanted to get caught in the blizzard on Christmas Day.  Back home they had had Christmas Dinner and a warm fireplace with their name on it while the horses and cattle had a nice barn to keep away the wind and a feast of fresh hay—and maybe even some sweet oats for the horses as a Christmas treat.