hi Erika!! I hope things are going well for you! 💗
🎁🎁 since you gave me two ;)
hi Anj! things are the same as ever haha 💕
thank you for these, I opened a wip at random so here's two from a random Dave thing:
he’d come through the door, held it for you as you ducked under his arm, trying desperately not to stare at his all-black get up, a dark look in his eyes you’d never noticed before as he veered left into the men’s changing room with an odd stiffness he’d worked out of his muscles before you saw him the next night.
and
“I saw,” she grins, sucking vodka cranberry through her straw, “That dodgy picture you took of him? With the flash on? I haven’t laughed like that for ages.”
Put the s13 outside, gave it it's first proper bath in 3yrs and put the hood on finally. Now the civic is in for a lot of big maintenance items so it will be good for another 10yrs. S13 needs the grounds sorted and then can look at the motor and why it's running like a Subaru.
Since I am incapable of keeping things to myself, here’s a little part of yet another wip, because if I tell people about it I might actually finish it. Inspired by this artwork and this image of two frogs wearing Stetson’s:
“I’m not fucking kissing you Jack.” You stare at the frog. “Not a chance in hell.”
The frog tilts its head, and in your mind’s eye you can picture human!Jack exactly. Hands on his hips, stupid grin, raised eyebrows. The frog croaks, and you hear him “it’s worth a shot, sugar.”
No, you… you actually hear him?
“Jack?”
Another croak, a second’s delay, then: “Yes, sugar?”
“I can understand you.”
It - he - hops towards you, looking over at the desk, croaks once again. “The translator?”
“I… gotta call Ginger.” You stare at him, reaching blindly for your phone as the frog - Jack you remind yourself - flicks his tongue out, readjusting the tiny hat that… somehow… is still on his head. “Or I gotta wake up.”
A ribbit this time. “I wish this were a dream, sugar.”
Your bosses, like many bosses out there, are assholes. And, as you’ve discovered, so is basically everyone who works in the management of this particular company. Bluebook was thriving, surpassing other tech companies and search engines with ease. The elusive Nathan Bateman worked behind the scenes to improve absolutely every aspect of software and the enticing Max Phillips worked front and centre to promote even the smallest detail.
To paraphrase them both: sales is seduction, and people are fucking easy.
rules: list the names of docs in your wip folder + open your inbox to let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs
I have so many one-sentence/paragraph wips so i’ve only included the ones that i’ve made decent progress on (and there’s still so many of them oh god) also doc name/fic title are different so for an extra look into my brain i’ve included both (when i actually have a title at least) :)
[bar wench] - Pero x Fem!Reader. multichapter, co-written with my love @yours-truly-r 💕 Pero accidentally catches feelings for a whore in the village he and William settle in for the winter. Also features a bit of William/OC!
Star Crossed [pride and poejudice] - Regency!Poe x Fem!Reader (with finnrey, dinluke and also kylux for some reason??) multichapter. As the doc name suggests, it’s got Austen vibes, Hux is essentially just Mr Collins. I just wanted Oscar-as-Laurent-but-make-it-Poe and so i’m writing it 😁
With the Shifting Sands [obi wan(ts a friend)] - Obi x GN!Reader, multichapter. After years on Tatooine, Obi’s peaceful existence is interrupted by a run in with some Jawas. There’s Hutts, Tuskens, bounty hunters, and some made up slang because i can do what i want when i invent an entire planet.
[show him the way] - Din x Fem!Reader x Armourer. Din is hopeless when it comes to oral sex, but his Alor is trained in many arts 😉 not to be confused with:
[ins and outs] - Din x Fem!Reader. That breeding kink fic every Din writer pens eventually.
[pike is a dilf] - Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader. Pike takes his daughter to her little league match and you fight off the neighbourhood soccer moms when they get a little handsy with your man.
Proxy Server [robots vs vampires] - Nathan Bateman x AFAB!Reader x Max Phillips. Your two bosses hate each other, always want to one-up the other. You uh... come between them... 😉
Seeking Passage [ezra is oblivious] - Part of Space Cowboys. Ezra’s ‘introduction’ to the star wars timeline. goes along the lines of ‘what do you mean there was a rebellion? the empire’s fallen? alrighty then, let’s celebrate.’
Then there’s another.... 10 (20?) half-conceived ideas including (but not limited to) Max Lord, Oberyn, more Poe, and a Llewyn Davis thing that I thought of ten minutes ago despite not having seen the movie yet 😊
Tagging with absolutely no pressure: @yours-truly-r (as though i don’t already know most of them), and @iconicc @hotchsbabygirl @scandinavian-punk (cause drifting from a fandom doesn’t mean i’m not still curious) and @joanofarkansass (i’m sure you did this recently? tell me again!) 🧡🧡
Uhh one rose felt too lonely but you get to decide whether this means 3 sentences or just 1 sentences because I just didn’t think this decision through
May! You can have one large paragraph because I can't choose a sentence (or three). This is from my Regency!Poe series :)
Ah yes, Mr Dameron. A man who’s pleased to see every single woman who crosses his path, and greets them all with a smile that could rival the suns in their brightness. A captain, well respected by his peers in the navy, known for his ability to steer a ship no matter the weather conditions, to complete his mission quickly and successfully. He’d earned an honourable discharge a year ago, injured after a single mission went wrong, sent back to recuperate in Yavin Hall, with his pride seemingly more wounded than his body. The attentions of every woman in the county had turned to him - a decorated veteran, wealthy even before his substantial military pension, with power and influence over almost every other family this side of the Rim. Attractive financially, politically, and - as many were keen to assure him - physically. With his aforementioned smile, his strong jaw, deep brown eyes and hair that always looks simultaneously unbrushed and styled to perfection.
He plans everything. Always has. Call it a need to be organised or an ingrained response leftover from his father’s influence, but he’s always felt lost without some idea of what comes next. First date, second date, first kiss, third date, first night together, on and on until marriage, first anniversary, first child, on and on again…
You changed all that.
First night together, first child, first date, marriage.
Still a plan, just… not the plan he expected. Not the plan he’d shaped his future around for years - the plan that had failed twice already - but a plan that works for you. Your chaotic influence, reshaping everything he’d ever known, everything he’d ever thought he wanted. Reshaping, not destroying. His future had been abstract, a lump of clay, kneaded and handled roughly… then you, with gentle potter’s hands, forming such an intricate design, working with him to create something he’d never be able to imagine on his own...
