#wip title game!

[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!

[flekh]

wow she is the woman ever

[djarins-cyare]

Held Is The Seed for the fic asks game, please! <3

Hi lovely Caroline! ❤️ Thanks for the ask and sorry it’s taken me a while to get to it. I’m offering a snippet further down as compensation 😇

The title Held Is The Seed comes from a quote by John Harrigan: “Happiness held is the seed, happiness shared is the flower”. There’s no specific line in the fic that refers to it (at least, not yet), but it seemed appropriate because Din has always hunted his bounties alone, whereas in this fic, he’s teamed up with someone else. Still, he keeps himself relatively closed off from her, essentially holding the seed of his happiness close to his chest. It’s only when he fully opens up and shares himself with her (in traditional smutty fanfic fashion 😏) that his happiness has a chance to bloom.

It’s basically a four-part smut-fest. The concept is that they’re in a cantina (separately so as not to appear conspicuous or too threatening) to locate a potential source and get some intel. Reader is bored and drinking, and she gets chatted up by a random guy. He notices that she keeps glancing at the Mandalorian in the corner, assumes he’s got competition, and claims Mandos make poor lovers. Reader vaguely thinks Din is attractive but assumes he’s kind of sexless, but she defends his honour nonetheless and invents a few stories about him to shut her would-be suitor up…

“How would you know?” you challenge. “Maybe there are loopholes. Maybe he can take it off in the dark or if his partner wears a blindfold. Maybe he’s the best damn lay in this bar, and women tell stories about his legendary talent with his tongue. Did you consider that?” With your attention now entirely on Zabrak(ish), you can’t see Mando’s reaction to your somewhat lewd suggestions, but you can imagine he’s probably shocked. The two of you banter occasionally, but you know him to be a sweet guy when he hasn’t got his gruff hunter guise on, and you bet this kind of talk makes him blush. The one time you’d mentioned anything carnal in front of him, he had awkwardly slunk off to the cockpit and hidden for a few hours. You, however, are enjoying the expression on Zabrak(ish)’s face. It’s equal parts annoyed that you’re defending his rival and worried that you might be right and he’s lost the game. Hilarious. You need to press more. Swishing the whiskey in your glass, you take a swig and raise an eyebrow. “You wondered why I was looking at him. Maybe I’ve heard rumours. A Mandalorian in silver armour, the best in the parsec at licking and dicking. Fights well, fucks well.” You risk a glance at Mando and see he has his back to you now and is with a shifty-looking guy who is speaking furtively. The informant. You’re glad he’s distracted, to be honest. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t hear what you’re saying about him. It might reveal your desires, and since you work and live with this man, you shouldn’t complicate things. Zabrak(ish) now seems torn between erupting in anger or collapsing in tears. But emboldened by your success so far and the knowledge that Mando can’t hear, you decide to weave another false scenario to illustrate to this guy why he shouldn’t make assumptions about your partner. “And even if the helmet never comes off, maybe he’s got other talents. Knows exactly how and where to use his fingers to make a woman come in seconds. Talks so deliciously dirty through the modulator that he can get her off without even touching her. Has a huge cock and knows how to use it. And by the way, the whole mysterious armoured warrior thing is seriously attractive. So sorry, pal, you’re outmatched on this one.”

I’m sure you can see where this is going!

Din has, in fact, overheard, and he later offers to prove Reader’s speculations correct one by one. First with just his voice (dirty talk ahoy!), next with his fingers, then with his tongue, and lastly with his dick.

There’s a tiny snippet here from an old WIP challenge post taken from a paragraph near the end of the dirty talk scene. Depending on whether this gets much interest (which I doubt because I’m not tagging anyone), I may post something a little spicier later, but let’s just say Din finds an innovative use for that ridge along his shoulder pauldron… 😳

[dadvans]

Short Term Solutions for the wip game! 💕💕💕

for the WIP title meme!

tbh can't remember what i've posted from this one before--

Tommy feels like he’s walking onto another scene when he shows up at Evan’s apartment. There’s smoke, albeit thinning through every open window, and Evan is standing on the table waving a sheet pan at the detector high overhead on the ceiling. “Hey.” Evan doesn’t look down at him. Tommy sees a smothered pot on the stove’s back burner, hallmark of a grease fire. “How do you feel about pizza?” “I love pizza,” he offers, like there’s a monster out there that somehow doesn’t. He tries to hide the worry in his voice and makes his way around the kitchen island to the stove so he can help dispose of the smoldering remains of dinner. “I’ll call Dominoes as soon as I’m not afraid of this alarm going off again,” Evan says. “Don’t worry about it.” Fuck Dominoes. Evan’s clearly had a long day, and Tommy is hungry but he’s not that hungry. They’re doing the overpriced hole-in-the-wall down the street where Ryan Gosling was apparently caught by paparazzi last week. He’s fine paying. “I can call.” Evan gives in without a fight, so he must really be at his limit. “Thanks.” It’s tough to see him like this. His usual spark has been dimming more and more the past month since Gerrard resumed control of the 118, and even on the really bad days, he seems reluctant to talk about it. The first time they did, Tommy tried to pass along wisdom from what he remembered of Gerrard: keep your head down, don’t go out of your way to do anything you weren’t asked to do (especially on a call), stay in your lane, and document every goddamn thing as best as you can the second it happens. But these days Tommy can see it in the dismissive way that Evan will crack open a beer on the countertop and say, “Nothing, nothing, you know, asked me if i moved out here ‘cause California is the land of fruits and nuts again,” that there is something worse and more complicated going on under the surface, something Evan refuses to let him help carry the weight on for a variety of reasons. It sucks. Tommy wants to help, and watching Evan struggle and buckle under whatever is going down at the 118 without him is starting to scare him. Something’s gotta give, and Tommy knows it inevitably will. The best thing he knows he can do until further notice is focus on short term solutions. He can take care of a smoking pan while Evan stands helplessly on his kitchen table. He can order a large Hellraiser, extra meat. He can get Evan so far outside of his head he’s boneless and thoughtless and can temporarily forget. “Delivery ETA is sixty minutes,” Tommy announces as he gets off the phone. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Evan says, gingerly getting off the table and setting the pan down. “I told you I’d have dinner ready, you’re probably starving. I can probably throw a salad together—“ “Don’t worry about it,” Tommy says, and that’s when he notices one of Evan’s hands is loosely wrapped. “Are you okay?” Evan seems to have forgotten about it, and looks down at his own palm when he sees Tommy staring. “What? Oh, yeah, got distracted, burned it. Then totally forgot I left the heat on high when I went to take care of it, and“—he waves his good hand vaguely around at the thinning smoke, a half-laugh catching in his throat clearly directed at himself—“yeah. Just can’t seem to stay out of my own way today.” There’s something unsaid there, some kind of weakness Evan doesn’t seem willing to part with, and it breaks Tommy’s heart. He maneuvers his way over to Evan’s side, taking him by the wrist to gently kiss over the burn. “Well, we have an hour.” He sighs. “Tell you what. Let me take care of you, get you out of your head for a bit. Then, after dinner, can we talk about it?” Evan stares up at him, eyes so big. Some invisible weight seems to slough off his shoulders at the suggestion alone, and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

[fuctacles]

*puts mouth on microphone* I would like to ask about single dad steve for WIP title game please

hahah, can you believe i wrote this over a year ago, then promptly went 5k deep into the continuation and immediately forgot about it? bonkers. hahah. Here's a part of it. And here's the next part.

Just as Steve expected, his neighbors started giving him the stink eye as soon as they got wind of what was happening in his garage. Eddie even offered to close it up not to make a scene but Steve protested the idea. Said he’s not going to let himself be terrorized in his own home and more so won’t let his guests suffocate in a closed garage.

Every Tuesday Steve was preparing dinner to the sound of metal vibrating through the walls. When he got a free moment, waiting for the water to boil or the oven to heat up, he would step into the little rehearsal space.

Corroded Coffin was just an arm’s reach away whenever he felt like listening in. He just had to open the door and could sit on one of the steps leading into the garage. The guys played many original songs but just as many covers, some of which Steve recognized. He has always been a pop guy himself, but both Billy and Max liked some harsher music. It grew on him regardless if he liked it or not.

And watching them play felt amazing. Sometimes, between being a single parent and owning a hair salon, he felt older than he actually was. But right outside his door, in his space, there were four guys his age, jumping around the garage with contagious energy and playing songs from simpler times. He found himself tapping his foot to a cover of Queen. To think that at first, he was hesitant to let them practice here. Now it was a highlight of his week.

Max’s teacher, Eddie, was jumping around like it was a real stage, not a cramped square of stone flooring. He was the lead guitarist, which Steve knew thanks to his kid’s lengthy ramblings about her teacher. The guy also did most of the singing, but all of them joined in, depending on the song. It was clear though who was the frontman of their band.

They were playing an especially energetic song tonight, one that left Steve bopping his head happily. The members of Corroded Coffin shared the sentiment, jumping around and swooshing their fairly impressive manes of hair.

Eddie noticed him halfway through the song and grinned like he always did. Steve grinned back, genuinely happy for being able to have his own little show in the cookie-cutter cul-de-sac in the middle of the day.

But the music teacher didn’t stop there. He approached the steps Steve was sitting on and motioned him to join them. Steve looked at him with confusion and Eddie used the seconds-long break in his part of the song to pull him up. He fumbled for a second but the overall energy and Munson’s feral grin loosened him enough that he let himself be crash-coursed into headbanging.

He hasn’t felt more alive in years.

Eddie played his guitar, jumping around Steve and throwing his hair around. Most of the singing in this song was done by Jeff so besides playing the guitar he could do as much of a show as he wanted. When the track came to an end, they were both panting, leaning into each other and grinning. Steve couldn’t stop the breathy laugh that escaped him.

“Have I told you guys how great you are yet?”

“Only every Tuesday!” Gareth piped up from behind his drums, grinning. Eddie laughed as well.

“Didn’t know it was your scene, Harrington,” Eddie teased with a glint in his eye. Steve shrugged.

“Picked up some stuff from my ex,” he explained shortly.

Eddie quirked up his eyebrow with interest, strumming his guitar softly.

“Was she a metalhead or something?”

Steve observed him for a second, considering if he should correct him. It’s been already a month since they first met and the initial interest he had in the musician was only growing. Maybe it was a good idea to come out and test the waters. Worst case scenario he would have enough of a reason to drop this feeling before it turned into something more.

“He had a thing for classic rock.”

A look of surprise passed through the man’s face. He quickly schooled it into something friendly, but Steve could tell there were a million questions buzzing beneath.

“I see. Well, great to see some of the Hawkins folks educated,” he grinned, and it was genuine enough that Steve knew he didn’t have to worry about any kind of prejudice. He did a cursory glance around the other band members but they either weren’t listening or didn’t care about his impromptu coming out. Some of the tension seeped out of his bones. He motioned to the steps he just abandoned.

“I have some coke if you’re interested.”

Eddie’s features softened.

“Dude, you’re letting us use the garage, we should be treating you.”

Steve scoffed.

“Either you drink it or Max and you don’t want to see her on this amount of caffeine.”

Eddie barked out a laugh, and it warmed Steve all over knowing he caused it.

“Okay, fair. Thank you, then,” he smiled genuinely, disarming Steve.

They had the sodas while Steve came back to the kitchen to cook the pasta. He was still waiting for Max to come back from school too. She had basketball practice that day, which she picked up in honor of her brother, after bullying the teachers long enough to put together a small team of girls to play. The dead brother spiel worked in her favor of course. 

When the dinner was mostly ready, he stepped back into the garage, expecting another song he didn’t recognize, but instead, Eddie looked up at him, barely breaking out of their idle jamming.

“Do you know the words to Should I Stay or Should I Go?”

Steve frowned, taken aback by the abrupt question.

“I think so?” he answered hesitantly.

“Sweet,” Eddie grinned back at him. “Wanna sing for us?”

“Uh,” he hesitated, taken aback.

“C’mon, we’ll sing together,” Eddie offered and Steve hesitantly nodded. Eddie didn’t waste time and pulled him to the mic standing in the middle. It was the only one they had, rotating between Eddie and Jeff.

The familiar notes played around him and nudged with the metalhead's arm right against his, he joined him in singing.

Eddie’s voice was breathy from exertion, from playing for the past hour and jumping around. But here was a gleam in his eye, a delight from playing and maybe, maybe, from Steve agreeing to join them.

When the chorus came on, Steve felt confident enough to hip-check him out of the way and hoard the microphone for himself, He could hear Eddie cackling next to him, but he was now focused on singing and enjoying himself.

The song ended with cheers and a distant clapping. Someone whistled and Steve noticed Max applauding from the top of the stairs.

“Hey, if you’d want to sing for us sometimes, hit us up,” Jeff threw his arm around him. “You’re good,” he praised and Steve grinned his thanks.

Before he could say anything else though, someone was punching him in the ribs. He winced, knowing full well who it might be.

“You’re supposed to be my father, not a cool dude.”

Steve frowned.

“I don’t see how I can’t be both.”

“It’s a well-known natural order,” Eddie chimed in unprompted. “Parents can’t be cool.”

“Huh. Then I guess I should give you up,” he said, mock-seriously, making Max roll her eyes.

“Suuure, after all the legal shit we’ve been through,” she scoffed, looking at him in that way only teenagers could.

“Well, I think all the natural rules of a normal family are above us anyway, don’t you think?’ he raised his eyebrows, making Max smirk devilishly.

“Hell yeah. Fuck the rules.”

Steve pressed his lips not to scold her for language, but he looked to the side where, as he expected, Eddie was donning his proud teacher look. It warmed him up inside.

“Fuck the rules indeed, Red,” he grinned, holding his hand out for a high five,

Steve shook his head before gathering Max towards the kitchen.

“You guys keep it up, Max and I are gonna have dinner. Yell if you need anything.”

“Actually,” Eddie started, making both Harringtons turn in interest. “We have a show on Saturday if you guys wanna come.”

“Can I?” Max asked immediately, eyes darting between her teacher and Steve.

“We don’t usually have an audience this young, but with a guardian, it’s not gonna be a problem,” said Eddie, turning his gaze to Steve. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I usually work on the weekends, but I guess we could drop by.”

Max whooped happily and Steve couldn’t help but smile himself. He actually really wanted to see Eddie on stage, if he was anything like he saw today it would be a treat to witness.

“See you at the Hideout at 8 PM then,” Eddie grinned at them before they retreated to the kitchen.

At the table, Max eyed Steve with curiosity, pushing the broccoli on her plate out of the way. He was chewing with a distant look on his face, a foot tapping to the beat coming faintly from the closed door.

“The Hideout is a kinda shady place, don’t you think?”

Steve made a noncommittal grunt and shrugged before finally focusing his gaze on her. He frowned, cocking his head.

“Do you not wanna go?”

She scoffed, getting angry for something Steve couldn’t grasp.

“Do you want me to go?”

His frown deepened as he straightened up.

“Okay, wait. Do I want you to go to a concert with me? A concert we were invited to by your music teacher?” He raised his eyebrows, trying to find a hole in the idea.

“A metal concert. In a bar,” she pointed out, squinting at him. He squinted right back.

“So? You’ll be with me. I can get a leash if you’re insinuating you’re gonna cause problems.”

She puffed her cheeks, raising her hands.

“No insinuating here,” she assured. “Just, it’s not very,” she waved her hand. “Responsible parent of you.”

“No, but a very cool parent, I hope.”

“In your dreams”, she scoffed.

He smiled at her. She didn’t question his decision anymore, but Steve could feel her gaze on him later when they waved the band goodbye.

[graegrape-art]

an rpgmaker video game about a very normal 50s/60s suburban family that is not haunted by a supernatural creature whatsoever :)c

[stealingpotatoes]

WIP TITLE GAME (except i havent got an open askbox so you're using comments to get snippets)

@dramaqueen243 commented: ahsoka cal chat rewrite!

As she grew older, it became a sharp survival instinct. Inquisitors bled loudly into the Force, a scratching, scraping presence that warned her to stop reaching and start running. A warning she too-often ignored, but a warning nonetheless. It had been rare to find anything else.  Reaching out now, she expected the quiet peace of the sleeping academy. The padawans’ signatures hummed gently at the back of her mind, all varying levels of untrained brightness. Stronger, she could sense Ezra (a presence so intertwined with his planet that if she were any more tired, she would’ve thought she was back on Lothal) and Luke (so strong even in sleep and far, far too familiar). Merrin’s Nightsister-foreign signature was always a little harder to sense, but all Ahsoka had to do was sense for Cal, who… Ahsoka blinked her eyes back open, her markings forming a solid furrow on her brow.  Cal, whose half-shielded presence sung loud, panicked, and very much awake.

[zzoomacroom]

Retired amnesia Dream + coma Hob for WIP ask game please 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you for the ask! @linzod asked about this one too, and I'm super excited about it! I only have it outlined so far, but I'm hoping to write it once I'm done with the mpreg fic.

So Murphy is just some guy, as far as he knows. He's an artist, and he's kind of a shut-in with no friends and no life to speak of. He starts having really vivid dreams that, unbeknownst to him, are showing him memories of his past life. He also keeps having these recurring dreams where he meets with this guy named Hob who seems really familiar and keeps telling Murphy that he's real, he's been looking for him, he's trapped in the Dreaming and he needs Murphy to find him in the waking world. Murphy doesn't believe any of it, thinks his unconscious mind made the whole thing up, and he's like, "great, I'm so lonely that my sleeping mind made me an imaginary friend." But then he keeps finding clues suggesting that Hob is telling the truth. He goes to the White Horse and, even though it's abandoned and boarded up, he recognizes it from his dreams. He also maybe finds mentions of Hob in historical texts, the drawing of them from the 1789 meeting, etc. So now he understands that it's all true, and he has to find Hob and hopefully regain his memories in the process.

Now I'm going to put what's happening from Hob's perspective under the cut, because it's a plot twist that would be revealed later in the story.

So how did they end up in this situation? Well, after the Wake, Hob became more unhinged than ever and couldn't accept that Dream was dead. So he planned to do a whole "Dream of a Thousand Cats" style thing and have a thousand people dream that Morpheus is alive again. But in order to organize and orchestrate this whole plan, Hob puts himself into a magically induced coma so he can stay in the Dreaming and make sure the plan works. But once it does, he finds himself stuck there. The mysterious and sketchy person he hired to put him into this coma has disappeared, and now he's trapped with no way to wake up. Morpheus keeps finding him when he dreams, so Hob is overjoyed about that but heartbroken that Morpheus doesn't remember him and doesn't believe any of his dreams are real. Eventually, Morpheus finds Hob in the waking world, wakes him up, gets his memories back, and they live happily ever after.

I don't want to give too much away, but I will say that this fic will also feature Death, Delirium, Daniel, Lucienne, Matthew, Johanna Constantine and Mad Hettie.

Hopefully I'll actually be able to get it written before too long 😭

[thefreakandthehair]

wip weekend (sorta) ✨

I wanna write this weekend but I wanna focus on the football au, so I'm not gonna give multiple options this time! instead, if you send me a 🏈 emoji, I'll write three sentences and share 'em! sweet and simple!

a recent snippet to get us going:

He wakes up a few hours later to Steve gently shaking his shoulder and because he’s not used to having other people in his hotel rooms, he accidentally swats him on the bicep.  “Ow, asshole,” Steve mutters, rubbing his arm. “Looks like you’re alive.”  “Sorry, sorry,” Eddie apologizes. “Not used to someone else taking care me of me or whatever. I am alive though, clearly.” 

tags below the cut because tumblr hates tags:

no pressure tags (you can do the normal version or one like this if you're focusing on just one wip!): @corrodedbisexual @penny00dreadful @kkpwnall @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn

@judasofsuburbia @cuoredimuschio @lihhelsing @missberrycake @beetlesandstarss

@withacapitalp @hbyrde36 @hitlikehammers @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly @formosusiniquis + anyone else wants to hop on!

[emeraldhazeart]

WIP Title Game

Rules: make a new post with 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! then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I'm not really sure if I'm doing this correctly, but thank you for the tag @thebeckster 💚

I won't list all the titles in my WIP folder, because some of them are just text dumps for parts I've cut but don't want to lose.

Solace (UTMV)

Robin's Nest (UTMV)

Heavy is the Crown (UTMV)

Wildflower (HM/SoS)

Small Comforts and Sun Rays (UTMV)

April Drabble Prompts 2023 (HM/SoS)

Blue Moon Valley (HM/SoS)

If you've been on my Ao3, you'll know what most of these are just by the names 😅

No pressure tags : @sneakyfox55 @lizzie-tempest @miscneilleaneous @hannah-heartstrings @under-art-reblogs @robanilla @naturaldreamer and anyone else that would like to join in 💚

[skywalking-through-life]

Maybe it's too late, but in the WIP fics you listed: 'Percy Jackson's Six Steps to Seducing Your Girlfriend.' What was that one about?

Hi there anonymous friend! 👋💙 Of course it isn't too late!

So, just a heads up if it wasn't what you were expecting, but this one is gonna be smut, lol. Sweet and tender and loving character study smut, but still smut. 😂

I've been playing with how I want to structure this one for a while now, because this is a wip that I've had in my head since this time last year! At first I thought I might just do a short and funny little moment of Percy figuring out things he does that Annabeth is attracted to, and then doing them all at once to increase his chances of getting laid 💀, but then I realized that some other folks have already done that! And I know it would probably be a more cake situation, but I do want to do something a little different. So now I think it's going to be a multichap, with each chapter being a different smut scene, with Percy showing just how well he knows Annabeth and her turn ons/preferences in each one.

But I also might change that structure whenever I sit down to really write it, lmao! If you have preferences, feel free to let me know! I'm not married to any one plan about this fic, I just really want to write Percy and Annabeth being very in love and having some fun times. 😂

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz and @rewritetheending for wip Wednesday! Okay here’s some of the thing the Bobby and the devil story is from… 🧍‍♂️🌕🐺….

“I just need to- be alone, clear my head sometimes. I- I go out, take hikes. A-and I’ll absolutely go hiking with you, uh, if you want to, but- I just need this one by myself.” He’d said it like an apology, honest to god wringing his hands, but Eddie’s face had cleared right up.

“Nah, it’s cool, I get it.” He’d grinned, a little goofy for Buck’s benefit, offering up forgiveness easy as anything. “Your head’s pretty empty, must fill up with all sorts of junk you gotta shake out.”

“Ha, ha,” Buck has said, but he’d ruined the sarcasm by immediately genuinely laughing, cramped little giggles he’d tried to hold in. Because Eddie hadn’t said it like he’d believed it, he’d said it like they were friends who can joke around with each other, and Buck usually doesn’t make it past the stage of friendship where you have to be really good all the time so the other person keeps liking you.

“Hit me up sometime when all your brain gunk is cleared from the trail,” Eddie had said, eyes crinkling up at the edges.

Tagging @iinryer @bigfootsmom @butchdiaz @shitouttabuck @colonoscopys @henswilsons @dr-shortsighted-owl @ anybody who wants to share!

[dadvans]

STIEPPER AUUUUUU AU UAUAUAU UAU AU (thats me making wolf noises)

this is one i have fully fleshed out and am excited about, but it's also suffering from the "i've re-written every scene three times until perfect," so i don't have a great, long snippet to share.

the premise is essentially that instead of moving to peru from oregon--where let me just remind everyone, portland is one of the few places in the US where you can get full nude and drinks without a crazy amount of legal maneuvering or being grandfathered from an older age--buck met several strippers and followed them down to los angeles instead. he works second string at a bar that does magic mike/thunder from down under-esque revues, but every other week has a gay night, where he takes extra shifts because the money is good, and it's the best night for tips, since the usual headliners aren't performing. working as a stripper for gay men makes buck realize he's into guys much earlier in this universe. he meets tommy on thanksgiving while working a private party for a divorced CEO who wanted to celebrate the holidays with some costumed strippers (thanks for that one, robert downey jr!)

tommy, still mostly closeted and with the 118, ends up getting flirted with, going to a gay night where buck recognizes him, and they start having a secret romance, which includes tommy flying him and some stripper friends to palm springs for some extra events, and them going to desert parties. but no dates in public.

their relationship comes to a cross-roads when the same week where buck suggests they go on a date for valentines, tommy runs into one of buck's stripper friends in another, non-stripper related emergency, and gets spooked. dun dun dun!

[fuctacles]

You know I’m here for the “Just help me cum” WIP 🧐😬🖤

I know. In fact, as I was typing this, I thought to myself "Jess is gonna come for this like a bloodhound" xDDDD

So. As a dude who just started testosterone, I have thoughts that I'm never going to act upon, so I make Eddie do it for me. Obviously.

A kingdom for an orgasm. Please. I'm desperate.  Steve blinks a couple of times before he rereads that peculiar bio. And then once again to make absolutely sure he's not misunderstanding it. The person in the photo above is Eddie, 27, and is pouting from behind their phone case. He wonders if it was a conscious decision to match the tone of his bio. He swipes through a few more photos, noticing more looks of an orgasmless ennui but not understanding why someone this good-looking would have a problem with getting laid. Then he spots a trans flag on the guy's vest and it becomes a bit more clear.  He swipes right without debating too much and is surprised by matching with Eddie instantly. Steve's always been a man of action, so he doesn't hesitate to shoot a message first. >>Hi! You have a very eye-catching bio, ngl >>What's the problem, man? He ponders if he should add anything else but doesn't want to seem overeager. It easily scares off a lot of people. He puts his phone away and forgets about it for the second half of his shift.

This is all I have and idk if I'm gonna continue. Maybe? idk

[stealingpotatoes]

WIP TITLE GAME

tagged by @tyquu!! thanks for the tag!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, LEAVE A COMMENT INSTEAD cause askboxclosed then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and tag as many people as you have wips.

artwips

tfw ur dad wasnt always a member of blue man group

padme gala part 1

top ten father daughter kidnappings

ficwips

brother’s keeper (which is star wars not uncharted)

anakin falls the republic doesnt

ahsoka cal chat rewrite

always this late

anakin leia childhood

[+1 i cant share the title of bc its huge jedi survivor spoilers lol. but its there]

tagging: @spell-cleaver @orphiceonian @nitewrighter @galactic-rhea @constellation-skirmishes @icedjuiceboxes @estel-of-the-eyrie

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Would love to hear about “Babe, can I call?” ❤️

Oooooo this one is still in very early stages hehe but it’s one of those 5 +1 fics (which are one of my fave kind to read haha and i rlly want more of in the mota fandom). Not rlly a snippet cause it’s mostly just a general idea and a few dialogues here and there but here’s a summary-ish instead:

He’s up and padding to the phone table without a second thought. The logical part of his brain realizes that its the middle of the night, and Gale is probably asleep and he’s going to scare him to death calling out of the blue like this but he doesn’t find it in himself to feel any shame as his fingers dial the number on autopilot. The need to hear Gale’s voice talking to him, alive and breathing, is too strong. He presses the cool plastic to his ear and breathes, heart in his throat as he waits for him to pick up. He still jumps a little when he hears it.

“Hello?”

Orrrr five times John calls Gale in the middle of the night and one time Gale does instead.

Thank u sm for the msg 🩷