Trick or treat!

you get a section out of an "X swipes left on Y without realizing Y is standing right behind them" trope Sterek fic WIP frommmm 2018 apparently lakdfjgalkfdh

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“Wow,” came a voice from very close behind him. “You’re hard to please, aren’t you? I thought that was a pretty good picture. My selfie game’s not usually strong, but all my friends agreed that one was a keeper.” Beanie guy was peering over Derek’s shoulder, thick glasses sliding down his nose. Big brown eyes flicked up to meet Derek’s and pretty pink lips spread into a smile. The same smile from the last picture. Because this was the same guy, who had apparently just watched Derek reject him. Derek’s face burned, but he would be damned if he let embarrassment get the better of him when this nosy asshat had been watching over his shoulder like a total creep. “You need your friends’ help to get laid via phone app?” “Trust me, I don’t need anyone’s help to get laid,” the guy said. “Via phone app or otherwise.” He winked. The easy smile on his face told Derek that that usually worked for him. Well, not today. “Funny,” Derek said primly. “I would never have guessed.” He turned back to the counter just in time for his order to come up, studiously ignoring the noise of indignation behind him. He collected his drink with the most pleasant smile he could manage out of some sort of misdirected spite. The barista almost dropped it in shock. Derek returned to his table, fully intending to bury himself in his phone for as long as the battery would hold out. He hadn’t been there two minutes—nineteen left swipes—before the chair opposite him was pulled out and the beanie guy dropped into it with a huff. “I gotta hand it to you, man,” he offered. “That was a pretty sick burn. I respect well-thrown shade, even when it’s thrown at me.” He tipped his own coffee in Derek’s direction like a toast, then downed half of it in one big gulp. “So what made you swipe left? Was it the weird lighting? I always thought the lighting was kinda weird there.” Derek hadn’t thought so. Better than the rest, actually, considering most pictures on Grindr were refracted camera flashes in fluorescent-lit bathrooms. This guy’s had been natural sunlight, outdoors at what might’ve been a pool party, if he recalled the slivers of background correctly. It had made him look pretty radiant, backlit like that. But Derek wasn’t going to say that. He had already made the first choice to not be interested, and the second choice to not give this guy the satisfaction of— well, any kind of satisfaction. So he sipped at his new coffee and said:  “Maybe it was the complete and utter lack of any discernible personality in your profile.” The guy made another of those insulted noises, this time complete with a hand over his heart. “You think ‘dog-lover, frequent wikipedia editor, federal agent, and avid Star Wars fan’ constitutes a lack of personality?” he said, clearly scandalized. “Did you miss the ‘Star Wars fan’ part? That alone just screams personality!” Damn it, Derek loved Star Wars. And dogs. And, honestly, he was intrigued by the federal agent part, even if he was a little skeptical of that claim considering how young and slouchy and un-intimidating this guy looked. If Derek weren’t wholly dedicated to tanking his obvious ego, he would regret not actually reading his profile before swiping left on it. But he was too committed to being disinterested to back down now. Doing otherwise would only fuel the ego. So Derek shrugged. “Never seen it.” “Oh my god, you too?” The guy shook his head like he had never heard a more disappointing statement in his entire life. “First Scott, then Liam, and now Super Hot But Hard To Impress Airport Guy. No one has any taste nowadays.” Derek pointedly did not let that title fluster him. “I’m not hard to impress,” he lied. “You’re just not impressive.” Also a lie.

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[redacted] + 3SF for WIP Wednesday - and if you're really feeling generous, could you swing the magical boys anime for the 3SF prompt? *puppy eyes*

Sentences added to [redacted], and here's my next 3SF (first one of the day!) and how could I deny you magical boys?

You didn't specify which crew so have the OG, because Yumoto is fun. 😏

Bath After Might Be More Practical. . .

"But- But- But-" Yumoto faltered, eyes wide and pitiful, and Io looked him over dubiously, leaning back a little. "The suggestion wasn't that you have to choose between that and our usual time in the bath," En said with a touch of wryness, "I imagine that would be too cruel, for you, kohai," he added even as Atsushi pinched him, trying not to laugh, "and we did guess-" "Oh! Then yes," Yumoto beamed at them, bouncing on his toes, "I love cuddling! Bath first, and then- You'll really all cuddle with me?"

cotta-reynolds thing for WIP Wednesday!

[WIP Wednesday]

„Danke.“ Cotta sah nicht auf, blätterte in seinem Notizbuch. Erst, als Samuel sich wieder gesetzt hatte, einen Schluck aus seiner Tasse nahm, hob er wieder den Blick.

Mementos for WIP Wednesday!

Since I am now writing in chronological order, I have to buckle in for the exposition (which will be placed between scenes in later drafts).

“I was an insurance claims investigator before all this. I’d make sure people weren’t trying to defraud the company, that they weren’t exaggerating or faking, things of that nature. And it was… early in my career, one of my first cases, there was a woman named Sumire Yoshizawa. She had been in a car accident –a pretty minor one, but all of a sudden, she was having trouble remembering things.

CrossRex for WIP Wednesday!

Phew, last one from last week! Here you go, sorry about the delay!

It’s obvious to Crosshair that Rex and Echo have had some kind of talk with each other while they were away from the rest of them, delivering the data, because as soon as they come back to where Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter are waiting at he garage, Rex pulls Crosshair aside, while Echo corrals the others together to tell them—something. Probably that he’s decided to stay with Rex. Maybe that’s what Rex wants to talk to him about, too; to make sure Crosshair is okay with it. As if he has any say whatsoever in what Echo wants to do with his life.

This ask was from last week, but you can find this week's options here.

PIT AND PHOENIX VS THE WORLD for WIP Wednesday!

Palutena smiled. “You’ve got good instincts, Pit. In fact, something amazing has already happened!”

The Patience of Angels (Good Omens) for WIP Wednesday

Thank you!!!

“Furfur,” he said, reverting to the cheerfully amiable insolence with which he always addressed the various nobles of Hell. “How’s promotion treating you?” The canny, blunt face smiled unpleasantly at him across the table. “Very well. Extremely well, in fact. In fact, it’s been great.” Crowley grinned. “Still can’t get away from the paperwork, can you.”

Flufftober 5 (Gilmore Girls) for WIP Wednesday!

"My notes aren't distracting, they're interesting and adding something to the reading experience. I should sell books with my notes in them."

"Someone's a little full of themselves."

"Just enough and you love it."

"You're right, I do love you."

Rory leaned over and kissed Jess. He got on her nerves sometimes, but she did love him. And she loved every moment she spent with him in this town, walking around, sitting in their favourite spots, kissing him and sharing book opinions with him. Jess was perfect for her, and yet, sometimes, it felt like something was missing…

cake but longer for WIP Wednesday!

WIP Wednesday | Make Me Write

They’re sixteen and disaster is just around the corner, not that he knows that. Steve dates around but he always comes back to them. The head, the heart, the body. They don’t feel complete without each other -- at least Tommy doesn’t. Mr. Kripke, who’s hungover more often than he isn't, passes out ten minutes into study hall. Carol doesn’t even wait to see if he’ll wake back up before she’s leaving her assigned table for theirs. She smooths out a lined piece of notebook paper for them, and Tommy scoffs like he’s supposed to. “Aren’t we a little old to be playing MASH?”

The Bunny and the Beast for WIP Wednesday

Soundwave received two pings in acknowledgement, and like well-oiled machines, both of his cassettes broke away from him and slipped into the dark.

Soundwave began his own circuit of the pits - it was nothing obviously different from his usual routine. He made a habit of being seen frequently enough, and to make regular rounds. Besides reminding others of his presence and the threat he represented, it had the added benefit of helping him gather intel.

Unfortunately, there would be no easy way to locate Rabbit. The very nature of the anomaly made it so. She didn’t register on sensors, even when one was standing close enough to overlap their field. It would be uncomfortable, but if Soundwave’s suspicions were correct, then he didn’t have any choice. Soundwave braced himself, though outwardly his stride didn’t falter at all. He began lowering his firewalls in increments, by micrometers at a time. The voices clamoring on the edges of his awareness were suddenly fully audible again. Carefully, Soundwave began sifting through the thoughts, looking for any clues that might help him find his anomaly. Either a passing thought focused on her, or that blessed, blessed silence.

dog at the door for WIP Wednesday!

Thank you for the prompt!

dog at the door wip

But it isn’t. Now. He hopes. He thinks? Crouched past the treeline behind his house in the dark in the woods and just. Wildly hoping he’s right about something even if he can’t fucking explain it. The demonic Boo Radley shit that he seems to be the epicenter of.

The Un-Celestial Choir for WIP Wednesday!

It took me way too long to actually write sentences — my apologies! But I'm cleaning out my remaining WIP Wednesday asks now, so here you are:

Jenny’s face fell at that news, which was… mildly gratifying. The nature of the choral repertoire wasn’t her fault, after all, and it was a pleasant feeling to think that someone other than Crowley actually wanted him to sing with them. It was a novel feeling — being wanted — and not one he wanted to give up.

Leaving the World for WIP Wednesday!

He wanted Holth, who would explain everything and be a secure clasp at his side; he wanted free of this box and his bonds and the flames; he wanted a surcease of the incessant noise that would never let his mind and heart so much as try to find a place of calm. His mind reached out, but without the bond of blood offered and shared, there was no path to find Holth there either. Seth’s throat ached and his body screamed and always his mind was trapped in the spiky pressures of the humans’ voices, the screams of this world.

Ehhhh for WIP Wednesday!

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She regrets snapping at her now, angrily shoving Agatha off of her before she stalked away, upset that she wasn't being allowed to protect her wife.

That's Hela's responsibility.

Protecting Agatha.

And she had not only failed then, she fails now.

She clutches Agatha's limp, clammy hand within hers, glaring at anyone who dares take a moment too long to stare, and hopes a healer will come over soon with the solution to her wife's state.

birds of a feather for WIP Wednesday!

“You’re wrong,” he said. “I am not a hunter.”

(Clipped wings, chained neck, a soul scraped clean of anything but hunger for sweet dreams—)

“I am a Falcon, too.”

For the horrible question meme: 12, 23, 32

12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

I don't think so. I know I've stayed up for around 24 hours and that was terrible. 0/10 do not recommend.

23 & 32 were already answered