#wip title games

[ambernotember]

wip title games

tagged by @setmeatopthepyre

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

1. truck accident au

2. Colorado/long story short

3. Mythbusters AU

4. School Concert AU

5. Clipboard and Fix It - omgcp/911 crossover

6. Coffee Shop AU

7. cozy/apple orchard

8. when did you know hen?

9. LGBTQ text chain

10. These days - Shannon Lives AU

11. Buck leaves the loft

np tagging: @erodingsinner @cjlouwho @louvemeanyway @livelaughlou @leashybebes @apollabarnes @donovankinard @sad-girl-hours23 @peppermintquartz @thecarrott @desert--moonchild @herrmannhalsteadproduction @rcmclachlan @princessfbi @salty-autistic-writer @screamlet (i tagged a few more than 11 people because some of you may have already been tagged!)

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Hello! It's Carol.

I know it was a few days ago, but this is for the WIP List tag game (if you are still in the mood to play, and if not that's totally okay!)

I was curious about that Dressed to the Ninety-nines with Hunter x Reader. What would you like to share about that one?

Thanks!

@clonethirstingisreal

Since I shared for "Dressed to the Ninety-Nines" with @523rdrebel the other day that I'll link here, I'll share a teaser/snippet with the two of you this time! 🩷

[apollabarnes]

wip titles game

tagged by @leashybebes, thank you, let's hope you don't regret it haha!

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

this is extremely organized. to me. to others? ehhhhh. yeah, i'm gonna guess probably not.

alcohol or alchemy

deaconannierocker (not a fic, not a fic, not a fic ... ah fuck)

omgcp avengers

witching hour daily drabbles

bucktommy fluffebruary prompts

we provide... emergencies

crash baby, crash

marvel 911

dark side of the morning

we will carve our names

creeping in at three am

that was us interlude

that was us part six

that was us part seven

daily drabbles

this is the year that i feel most alone

epic mix up

ebay rules

i want to start a fight

casey

fix it fic

(some of these are organized, some of these are in the process of being cannibalized into the same fic, some of them are just ideas)

there's no way i'm tagging 21 people because yikes, but uh. yeah. feel free to ask and/or consider yourselves tagged in this

[rcmclachlan]

For the wip title game: post-doheny park alt meeting?

I should've mentioned this in the previous one, but I started writing this one before the S8 premiere. Then 8x06 sucked all the fun out of it and I ended up leaving it alone for a while, but since everything's made up and the points don't matter, it's so back baybeeeee!

The call picks up on the third ring and a friendly voice carols over the speaker, "Thank you for calling Kinard Air: We're not happy 'til you're not happy. This is Tommy speaking, how may I help you?"

"You really thought you could just dine and dash on us, Kinard?" Hen asks with the tone of someone who is incredibly offended. It's ruined by how hard she's grinning.

Bobby's turnouts squeak as he twists around in his seat, a startled smile curving his mouth and his eyebrows practically kissing his hairline. It seems like of all the voices in the world that could've come out of Hen's phone, he hadn't been expecting that one.

Buck throws Eddie a glance in askance, but all he gets back is a confused shrug.

The speaker crackles a little under the force of the guy's laugh, which is so infectious that a smile unexpectedly erupts on Buck's face. Some people are just like that. Maddie's one of those people: if she's smiling, so is everyone else around her.

"I think that was more of a deluge and dash," Tommy Kinard says cheerfully. "Did it do the trick? I dumped the whole payload, but there are a bunch of ingrounds below me if you need me to swing back for another go. I don't mind ruining Ashley Baxter's pool party for the greater good."

"Ashley Baxter?"

Hen swats at Buck's face when he crowds in close to hear better. He shrugs at the side-eye she gives him. Her friend just saved their asses and he sounds like a really cool guy, plus his voice is making something ping pleasantly in Buck's brain, the way a radio DJ with a deep register does sometimes. Maybe he's got a podcast.

"My least favorite teammate's kid, who's been whining all week about wanting her 13th birthday to go viral. I think I can help her out."

wip titles game

[thesafecafe]

🗂️ wip tag game! 🗂️

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

Thank you @shuadotcom for the tag! I have well over 60+ wips so I'm just gonna put a few up here:

"Open Windows"

"i still love her though"

"Say His Name"

"Scream 96' "

"Dark Whispers"

"Body"

"My Pretty Boy"

"Stay Forever"

"Care For Me"

"Within You"

"Devil I Know"

"Love You Like Me"

Tagging: @brownsugarbaybee, @hee0soo, @bad-euph0ria, @andysorbit, @calibabii21, @frenchkisstheabyss, @multifandomslxt, @agust-june, @welcometomyoasis, @potatomountain, @ja3hwa, @smileysuh

no pressure y'all <3

[leashybebes]

tidbit tuesday

thanks for the tag, @rcmclachlan. here's a little something from towards the end of the vampire tommy au. got a vague idea of how to get there but it's still very much in the [event] ?????? [event] stage of planning. featuring...a redaction or two, lol

Tommy comes around to the feeling of burning cold around his wrists, and a groggy ringing in his head that speaks of being dosed with nightshade. It's been a long time, but you never forget the feeling. The burning cold is familiar too - it's been a lot of years, but the prickling ache of silver is another that won't leave his mind any time soon. Pure silver chains would be too soft, and these definitely aren't soft - his best bet is iron cuffs lined with silver, attached to iron chains and set into the wall above his head.

He spares a thought for Lucy, and wonders if there's any chance she got away. She's younger than him, but she's fierce, and she's smart, so maybe. There's no real chance of help coming for him, but at least she might be able to raise the alarm, alert the VCU or the human authorities. If nothing else, get to the bank and warn them.

Tommy's pretty sure he's underground, maybe a basement, but there's nothing to tell for sure. Above ground cells can be just as dank and unpleasant as those carved into foundations, after all. There's nothing for him to do but wait, hope his head is a little clearer by the time whoever took him shows their face, and do everything he can not to think about Evan. He'll be in the thick of whatever this is, because of course he will, but Tommy needs to keep what remains of his wits about him. He can't think about Evan. He can't.

It's sooner than he expected when the door opens. The familiar stink of blood and death hits him like a fist and he thinks of course. Of course.

He can't believe it wasn't the first thought he had when all this started, but it's been so long.

"You were always a disappointment, Thomas," [redacted] says. Tommy knows better than to antagonize him - he learned that lesson a long time ago. But unlearning the lessons [redacted] taught him has been the work of a lifetime, so he twists his wrists against the chains and musters up a smile.

"Your time's over, old man. What, you think that one city falling into chaos for…for as long as it takes for the VCU to re-establish itself with outside support - so maybe a week? - is going to take you back to the glory days? You're insane."

[redacted] strikes him across the face, and it's like being hit with a block of iron. It's good, though. He's getting angry. Angry is sloppy. Angry is distracted. Angry is an opportunity.

no pressure tags for @bidisasterevankinard, @setmeatopthepyre, @spicycinnabun, and @frogsinflannel

[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.

[moonydanny]

(Not) Belonging, please!

*eek* I love this one! It's a little angsty in my head, but with a happy ending. Here's the idea I have for this one:

So Buck has an accident on the job. Nothing too bad, but dangerous enough that it’s touch and go for a minute. He has to have surgery (something with only a couple of months or so of recovery).

Tommy was at the call with them, working with the ground crew of the 217, and he sees Evan collapse. He doesn’t think, he just reacts and runs to him and next thing he knows, they’re at the hospital waiting for Buck to come out of surgery.

He keeps himself a little away from the rest of the 118, he doesn’t belong there anymore, hasn’t seen or talked to any of them in the two months since the breakup. He shouldn’t even be in the waiting room, really, but he can’t move. He’s fused to the chair. At some point, it’s Maddie who sits next to him. Holds his hand. Leans on him, with her head on his shoulder. He thinks he would burst into tears if he wasn’t completely numb. But he squeezes her hand gently.

When the doctor comes out and asks for Evan Buckley’s family, he stands up, but doesn’t come closer, stays at the back of the group. He can hear well enough. The doctor says Evan is okay. It’ll take a couple of months, but they expect a full recovery.

Tommy stops listening. His ears ring. He can see everyone’s relief, and his is so damn strong he’s surprised he’s still on his feet. Maddie turns to him, her eyes full of tears, but a little smile on her lips and that’s it. He feels the contents of his stomach coming back up and takes one, two, three steps towards the trash can at the edge of the room and doubles over to vomit.

What do you think?

[flekh]

wow she is the woman ever

[lotusbxtch]

Kim!!!

Please please tell us about dude ranch dbf Joel!!

And I’m gonna be greedy and ask about stripper whiskey as well because girl whaaaaat i am here for that 😮‍💨

Hi darling! So dude ranch DBF!Joel x f!Reader is something I've had knocking around in my head for a few months now (I even made a Pinterest board for it!) but haven't gotten around to actually writing.

The premise is that Joel and Reader's dad were best friends growing up, but went to different high schools and thus took different paths in life. Reader's dad became something white collar and six-figure... an attorney, a marketing executive, etc. Joel stayed blue collar, and so the two of them drifted apart. (So Reader and Joel have never met before.) However, Reader's dad runs into Tommy somewhere and Tommy invites him to come visit the dude ranch that he and Joel run outside of Austin.

Reader's dad is a bit of a prick and only cares about Reader for her braggable qualities ("my daughter went to ____ college," "my daughter works at ______", etc.). He likes to keep up appearances and has run out of friends, so he wants to rekindle his friendship with Joel. He decides that Reader's whole family will be going to the dude ranch for a month-long summer trip.

Joel and Reader both fight their attraction to each other for different reasons, but as the summer goes on, it becomes harder and harder to deny it to themselves and to each other.

Also for anyone that doesn't know what a dude ranch is: what is a dude ranch? (I realize that it may be a very American thing, haha)

Tropes: forbidden romance, age gap romance, dad's best friend, cowboy romance, city girl/country boy. Perhaps others! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I write it.

If you want to see more of my WIP titles: click here

Cowboy Joel, anyone? @for-a-longlongtime @mountainsandmayhem @alltheirdamn @joelmillerisapunk @sin-djarin @itwasntimethatdidit40 @guiltyasdave @almostfoxglove @almostempty @chippedowlmug @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @arcanefox207 @legendary-pink-dot @penvisions @luxurychristmaspudding @swankyorange @mermaidgirl30 @perotovar

[rosyhoneydew]

omg tell me about tommy amnesia fic please 👀

hi!! thank you so much for the ask! here's a bit more from the tommy amnesia fic, where he meets Jee for the first time (again) 🥹

“Tommy!” The cheery sound of his name comes just a moment before two small arms wrap tightly around his right leg. He stumbles back a step and feels Evan put a hand on his back to steady him. Instinctive. Tommy reaches down to pat the three-foot-tall child that’s clinging to him, looking up and making flustered eye contact with a woman with dark brown hair and shining, round eyes and… Howie. “Hey, Tommy,” Howie says. “Hey,” it falls out of his mouth like a whisper. Howie. Howie’s wife. Howie’s kid. Jesus, things really have changed. “Jee, sweetie, remember we talked about Uncle Tommy and how he might be hurting a little bit still?” Uncle Tommy. The name bounces around in his brain like Plinko. The kid makes a hmph sound and squeezes his leg tighter once, then lets go and trots over to Evan with her hands stretched up above her head. Evan groans as he indulges her, lifting her onto a hip, “Oh, there we go. How’s my best friend in the world doing, hm?” “Uncle Buck!” she responds, then holds her fingers out in front of his face. “Look, I got princess nails.”

WIP Titles Game

[ambernotember]

9. LGBTQ text chain

love a good text chain!

me too! :)

Lucy 🚁 I’ll be honest I’m a little lost as to who the reinforcements are

🚨Carlos Carlos Reyes, Texas Ranger TK Strand, Austin FD Paramedic

🚑TK And my husband ❤️❤️❤️

🐓 Hen We met TK during the wildfires a few years back, then TK and I kept in touch because you know… queer firefighters

🚑TK You guys are going to start catching up to the 126 any day now I think we’re still up 3 to your 2

Lucy 🚁 Oh do I still count for the 118 if I’m not there anymore? Then we’d be tied

🚑Nancy has been added to the chat

🚑Nancy What’s this now? 

🚑TK LAFD/PD/Dispatch chat; Buck’s boyfriend broke up with him and we’re trying to figure out why/how to fix it

🚑Nancy Meddling, my favourite

[venusinmyrrh]

working title: the vampire’s portrait bleeds for a hundred years

in 1850s london, a young woman dies under bizarre circumstances, leaving behind a suspiciously mangled corpse and a mysterious legacy. over a century later, a film crew sets out to make a camp horror classic inspired by her death, only to discover that her story isn’t over yet.

“i won’t be back…. but something will.”

[apollabarnes]

“I want to start a fight” ?!

wip titles game

okay! this is one of those ones where i'm currently editing/regretting my life/rewriting etc etc. it's gonna get finished eventually!

(also i realized that i was writing this is present tense and i wanted it in past tense so thanks for waiting while i finished editing that particular 'error')

it's a post-breakup / make-up fic for buck and tommy (we're all shocked, i know!) they've been my main muse at the moment so like! i also started writing this when everyone was writing this particular flavour of breakup and i wanted to put my own spin on it. so with that in mind, here are two snippets of a breakup fic where buck gives tommy a few weeks to himself and then simply refuses to give him a moment's peace by always showing up nearby.

It took five days before anyone at Harbour started looking at him differently, and Tommy was perversely impressed that Evan managed to keep the breakup to himself that long. He wasn't sure if Evan was hoping there would be a second chance or not. There were thirty eight missed calls and five messages on his phone that he won't listen to. He knew that he deserved whatever Evan wanted to throw at him, and that he needed to listen to them. To answer the phone the next time he called. To bleed himself dry on whatever accusations Evan sent his way. Evan deserved better than whatever shards of himself Tommy had managed to spackle together over the last seven years. Those broken edges kept rubbing up against each other whenever he closed his eyes, cutting him open in new and unexpected ways. Evan deserved someone who wasn't a landmine waiting to go off the second the wrong pressure was applied. He'd wanted to give Evan the fairytale first relationship he wished he'd gotten. That he hadn't been able to was just more proof that he wasn't the guy that Evan deserved.

"Pretty sure I've nailed hookups in bar bathrooms," Evan told him, leaning back. Tommy could practically feel the weight of his stare. "But to be fair, I had that one on lock even before I kissed a man." Tommy laughed, strangled. "Take a minute and catch your breath before you go back out there." Evan's hand landed heavy on Tommy's shoulder. "Thanks for the fun time, Shawn." Tommy waited five minutes before he went back out to his table with Casey. If he ever ran into Shawn, Tommy might kill him. Casey looked Tommy up and down, checking his watch in an exaggerated gesture. "You okay there, buddy?" "Yeah." Tommy shrugged.

[rcmclachlan]

UMMM bare and/or/both post-doheny park alt meeting pleeeeeease

"I don't know how you managed it on such short notice, Tommy, but I can't thank you enough," Bobby says, voice pitched just loud enough to be heard over the din. "We were in a bad way for a minute there."

"If you want to thank anyone, Captain Nash, thank Howie," Tommy says warmly. It takes Buck a hot second to realize who Tommy's talking about. "Although if you really wanted to thank me, I wouldn't say no to you calling my captain and smoothing things over. This wasn't exactly sanctioned."

"Tommy, did you steal that plane?" Hen asks, coloring within the edges of her disbelief with amusement. 

"How dare you impugn my honor, Firefighter Wilson. I'll have you know that I borrowed this plane, and that while, yes, it was without permission and technically I may have committed a felony, I have every intention of returning it."

Bobby's grinning so widely that the low light coming through the windshield catches his gums and makes them glisten. "I'll give Captain O'Dell a call the second we get back to the station. Don't worry, Tommy, I'll make sure this won't affect your job."

"I don't think it'll be that bad," Tommy says. "It was for an LAFD call, not a jaunt to Mexico. I'll probably just get yelled at, or grounded for a week. It wouldn't be the first time."

"Making waves at the 217, I see," Bobby says approvingly.

"More like sonic waves," Buck chimes in, then chokes on his own spit when Eddie tiredly smacks him on the back of the head. 

"I don't know who that was just now, but I like you," Tommy says with an audible grin.

wip titles game

[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… 😳