i would love a max wants to propose snippet plzzz

i've posted this before ages ago, hope it holds up ;)

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“So, are you going to spend the entire evening on your phone?” Victoria asks, as she sits down on the couch next to him, causing him to reflexively put down his phone –face down.

It’s not really fair of her to tease him like this, not when he literally hasn’t been on his phone all night and only picked it up when she got up to dump their takeout containers in the trashcan of the apartment Max only ever stays in when he has to be in Milton Keynes for more than a day or two in one go. It’s not that he minds hotels and that the apartment feels much different than one with as little time as he spends there, but still. He already lives in hotels half the year it feels like, it’s nice to have a place that he can at least call home even if it’s not. Plus, Victoria likes to use it when she makes a weekend trip to London. Although that has gotten less too, with the two kids and all. Which-

“Have you called him yet?” he asks in counter to her little jab, causing her to roll her eyes.

“These kind of news are best delivered in person.” Gently she places a hand on her stomach, soft smile on her lips, despite the challenging glint in her eyes.

He’s the first person to know, this time, and only because it’s his bathroom she took the test in and Max still feels a little crazy about it all –his little sister being pregnant with her third baby. Only him and her knowing –the only two people in the world. It makes him feel like he’s eight years old again, the both of them whispering secrets to each other under the covers of his bed, trying to block out their parents’ yelling.

No one’s yelling now, and Max isn’t scared. He’s just happy for her. Her and her little family.

It’s not what gave him the idea –he’s been toying with it for a while, if he’s being honest- but it’s what had spurred him to finally typing the words into the search bar, fingertips a little bit sweaty.

“Max?” Victoria says, head tilted slightly. “Where’s your head?”

He snorts. “Right here.”

“Mhm.” She looks at him skeptically, then after a moment, giving him a slight nudge she asks: “Everything good with Daniel?”

Flushing a little, Max nods, his phone feeling hot in his hands. “Uh, yeah. He’s in Surrey today, but he said he’d be here tomorrow. Or maybe tonight, depending how quickly they finish up.”

“Is that why you’ve been glued to your phone?” Victoria asks, teasing tone back in her voice. “Because you’re waiting for him to tell you that he’s on his way?”

“No.”

Max rolls his eyes, for good measure. It’s maybe only half true, because Max is definitely looking forward to Daniel and him being in the same place again, but it’s not what he’s been doing on his phone, which- He shoots her a glance ,hesitant for a moment, before he realizes how fucking stupid that is because it’s Victoria. His little sister. She’s probably the person he’s closest to, right up there with Daniel and his mom. And it’s not like he can tell Daniel about this just yet.

“I’ve been, uhm.” He clears his throat, unlocking his phone again so he can thumb open the website he’s been scrolling through before she interrupted him. “Looking at stuff. At –these.”

He holds out his phone to her.

She takes it, eyes already wide.

“Max…” she says, softly after barely a moment.  “You’re going to-”

“Yes,” he says, and fuck, what a terrifying thing to admit, despite the wave of excitement that surges up inside of him at the thought. It’s crest is made of fear. That Daniel will say no. That he’ll say yes, and Max won’t be good enough for him to not regret it. That it’s a stupid, little fantasy, nothing more, and most of all that-

“-I’ll have to tell dad. About me and Daniel,” he says, as Victoria scrolls down the website, looking at the quite limited number of engagement rings made for men, and the endless selection for women. “I know that. If we get married then- Yeah. And I know that dad isn’t going to like it, but I want-” He exhales, gesturing to his phone. “-that. I want to ask him. And I want him to say yes, and I don’t know. Be fucking married to him.”

He thinks about Daniel wearing a ring on his finger, a ring that Max put there and not just as an expensive gift but as a promise, a vow. He thinks about having a paper signed by the both of them putting a name to what they have that they don’t need but Max wants anyway. He thinks about waking up every morning knowing that Daniel married him. That he looked at Max and just fucking picked him. Chose him. Is choosing him. Every day for the rest of their lives. Or life. Together.

And Max knows, he knows that he doesn’t need a marriage certificate to trust that Daniel is committed to him and it’s not even about that really, knows that his issues, his worries and doubts, they’ll always be there for Max to work on, but he wants it anyway.

He wants to be Daniel’s and for Daniel to be his.

“Max, I think that’s wonderful,” Victoria says, eyes shiny. “Really, really wonderful. Shit.”

Pulling him into a hug, she squeezes him tightly.

“He’s going to say yes, I know it, I just know it,” she says, a she holds her back just as tightly, before letting go. “And dad, he’ll just have to deal. It’ll be fine. It’ll be- Fuck. We need to find a proper ring. Shit. We should go to London tomorrow, go to some actual stores instead of-” She waves dismissively at his phone.

“Daniel’s coming here tomorrow though,” Max reminds her. Or tonight. If I’m lucky, tonight.

“Well, he’ll just have to entertain himself then,” Victoria says, unbothered, a gleeful look on her face. “Fuck. I’m going to have another baby, and you’ll be getting married. And win another world championship. This is going to be our year, Max. You hear me? Our year.”

“Hey. Don’t jinx me. Don’t jinx us,” he says, cheeks flushed, just as his phone buzzes with an incoming text.

It’s from Daniel.

finishing up now! See you in two hours [kiss emoji]

Max can’t help but smile.

hurry is all he texts back.

I have obtained the Cant Finish Anything Disease :(

Have an unfinished orb to look at while I sort things out

wip

So I went into my old unfinished/not published skin/accent folder.

And I didn't realize just how much there was in there.

WIP Folder Game

Alright, I am so very sorry for putting this off so much but I am doing it! Never doubt me! Thank you for the tags @justporo and @theycallmeratt, love you guys both ❤️❤️

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.

Anyone is welcomed to send asks about the names of these!

bg3_gorty-abdirak+baniteTav

bg3_Lorelei's Journal ch 42

bg3_Sweet things

bg3_Tadpole gang is snowed in

dai_for Cullen ch11

dai_ cullen - on his desk

day 2

first 3 days

Some of these have been there for a while and I should probably delete them but I always say, one day, i might finish them ... one day

And I'm tagging hmm not that many people are left but I'll give it a try: @avani-telvanni @elinorbard @twistedapple @darlingxdragon @warbwarts I know I've tagged a few artists too but dont be afraid to write the silly names of your art pieces

I need to know what The Boyz is so bad

From this WIP ask game MY BOYZ! I was hoping someone would ask about them lol. It's about my friend and mine's Turian OC's Florol and Markith. I haven't done much with either of them but I love them both dearly. The best Turian couple 3> The little excerpt here is the beginning of the story of how they met, but essentially, they get drunk at a bar, shit happens, and then they both see each other at work the next day and go, oh shit lmao.

Relaxing..... Relaxing.... Spirits who knew that simple task would be so hard. Markith's head rested in his hands while he let out a mumbling groan. It was bad enough he had been stationed on the Citadel. 'Diplomatic' business they had said. What a bunch of bullshit he said. How they expected him to 'take a break from his duties' when he's been doing nothing but escorting shipments INSIDE the station he had no clue. Damn, I miss my gun, my unit, hell I even miss being bossed around. He had no idea what he was doing with all the free time on his hands. "Go to Flux. They have dancing, drinking, and a couple of gambling machines. You could stand to let loose a little." His sister, Tulia, had been his main source of.... Annoyance, in leaving their apartment. He would have rather just stayed home finding some random hobby to do. Not go out into even more crowds with even more people. The bartender, a younger-looking Asari laughed at him, leaning against the bar top to talk to him. "You doing ok there sugar?" Markith just closed his eyes, the words felt like daggers of embarrassment. He must look pitiful to be reaping such attention. And this is why I prefer just being alone. The couple of shots he had taken were already hitting him, he wasn't used to drinking much anymore. His mandibles tightened against his face as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder. He quickly looked behind him and was faced with another turian, smirking at the bartender. "Oh I'm sure my friend here is just fine. Don't you know when to leave a man alone with his thoughts now?" Markiths body stiffened at the unexpected touch, he was still too sober for this. He studied the turian who was now standing next to him, he had light grey plating and a brown tattoo running down his face and mandible. But what caught his eye most was the patches of lighter coloring covering his face and even his hands. The bartender just rolled her eyes, handing them two drinks before leaving to tend to more customers. Brown eyes met his and Markiths mandibles fluttered as he read the stranger's expression. "Oh excuse my manners, I'm afraid I've already had my share of drink today." A pale hand was offered to him. "Names Florol, nice to meet you handsome."

what i weigh...

I weigh the price of my determination to stay strong and fit and happy and relatively pain free against the value of a number on the scale.

I weigh the value of my kindness and commitment to my community against the value of the number on a scale.

I weigh the love I have in my heart for all of God's creatures and for the world we live on as more valuable than diet culture.

I weigh the value of my character as more important than the number in the back of my goddamn blue jeans.

WIP ask game:

Ummmm has anyone asked about A Favor yet?

(does it have anything to do with Sam and lingerie please tell me it does 😂 also has anyone asked about that one yet 👀)

Hey thank you!! 💗 and nope!

Sam and lingerie was supposed to be done by Christmas—it’s an nsfw one shot of him wearing Shepard’s red lingerie and he buys a matching cowboy hat to go with it. He was supposed to be Samta Coe 🤣 and I never finished it because I’m sometimes somebody who needs hyped to finish ideas and this was one where I ran out of steam because I was too afraid to ask for some hype lmao. I’ll put a snippet of it below the cut.

A favor is a yumi and Dustie fake dating AU (inspired by @a-cosmic-elf whose yumi fic brings me great joy!) A snippet:

“They’ve been trying to play matchmaker. With the daughter of a highly esteemed friend of the family—and while I think she is very nice, I don’t see it ever going beyond friendship. So, my favorite part time jailbird, I was hoping you could assist me by pretending to be my girlfriend. Just for a week.”

Dustie laughed then choked. Laugh caught in her throat with her food, she found it was impossible to breathe. Not even a wheeze. She gestured wildly at a loss for what else to do in her panic.

“Oh!” Yumi hopped out of his chair and went around the table. With outstretched arms, he wrapped them around her and lifted her from her seat, fists between her rib cage and belly button. A few thrusts and her food shot out of her mouth and smacked against the opposite wall. She just knew her face was red as all eyes in the room fell on her. “Are you alright?” He asked, his hands settling lightly around her waist.

If she wasn’t dying of embarrassment, she would have his hands stay where they are. But as she nodded her head, Yumi’s hands slowly slipped away from her.

“Sorry,” she breathed.

“You could’ve just said no.” He smirked.

She means it too. Eyes trailing up his legs covered in red sheer nylon with the cutest white feather fringe to the velvety panties in the same shade, all held together by the straps and clasps of a matching garter belt. But her eyes can’t help but focus on the package he’s brought her.

“My baby blues are up here, darlin’. The package is for later.”

“Don’t need to open it to eye it with appreciation.” She licks her lips and starts shrugging out of her leather jacket. “Mind if I give it a little touch? Guess what’s inside?”

Sam adjusts the red sequined cowboy hat on his head and one of the white feathers flutters off of it and lands on the tip of his nose.

“I reckon one small touch won’t hurt anybody.”

'rescue' and 'immortal city' are really drawing my eye! share a snippet for one, talk to us about the other?

yessss!!!

so "rescue" is my idea about an au where katniss is taken to the capitol and peeta is rescued and taken to 13 -- my approach is maybe a little less dark than some of the others ive read (because tbh i'm really very squeamish and i'm not really interested in investigating the super dark themes in thg in any kind of graphic detail) and i'm working on it now -- honestly i hope i can actually complete it because it's one of my ideas that's i've had half outlined for a while and i'm finally actually trying to get it written.

here's a snippet:

At the end of the hall, she leads them through a set of double doors that lead into a sort of open-air corridor that passes through a garden. Beneath them is a fish pond filled with strange, heavy-looking orange and white fish, obviously decorative. The fish all swarm towards the two of them as they cross the pond, expecting food and receiving nothing.

and then immortal city is this weird short story idea i had that grew out of this free write i started about a year ago. basically the concept is that it's a city where nobody ages but they can still die if it's an accident, so the city becomes a place where people are extremely careful and always trying to keep themselves safe from any kind of accident. the story centers around a single day where someone has recently died in some sort of accident and the whole city puts on a funeral for them.

here's a little snippet of that one:

She didn’t have much, but it would be enough for dinner, and the grocery stores would already be closed for the night. She didn’t use the stove for the same reason she didn’t drive, the same reason she didn’t use her building’s elevator and instead chose to climb the seven flights up to her apartment every time she came home. Too many risks, too many opportunities for something to go wrong. It was the same reason every car on the road had pulled over as soon as the rain had started. There was no sense in being reckless on purpose, no sense in killing yourself when death could be so avoidable.

HAHA it's so much more fun to talk about the WIPs than to actually write them!! but it is motivating as well because it forces me to revisit them and be like "well i could finish this honestly"

pls tell me me about brokilon deaf angst I need the angst

The general idea is that Jaskier has been dealing with a condition for a while now that is causing him to slowly lose his hearing, which, obviously, as a musician, isn't a very nice outcome for him. He has been putting it aside because he wanted to focus on keeping Ciri and the rest of the fam safe. Geralt is recovering in Brokilon the same way it happened in canon, and Jaskier is by his side and caring for him, once again ignoring his own problems. His condition reaches its peak right as he's caring for Geralt at his bedside, and he loses his hearing. And then Geralt obviously blames himself for not noticing it, there's your typical mutual pining, Geralt being essentially paralyzed and still doing his best to find a cure for Jaskier, while Jaskier needs to learn how to continue caring for Geralt without being able to hear anything. And they both need to learn how to communicate their feelings towards each other with this giant obstacle in the way as well

WIP Game

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

Thankstag for the tag @wolveria !

Multi-fandom

BG3:

COD MW2:

Leverage:

Marvel:

Predator:

Pitch Black:

True Blood:

SGA:

Star Wars:

My title game is so strong yall xD

no tags bc I'm feeling like a bother. Sooooo if you'd like to play, this is your tag! tag me in the post if you'd like, I'll ask about your wips.

Watch Me Burn sounds like fun 👀👀

You've managed to pick the one that's only a concept 🙌

A while back, I think @spilledbutter had some thoughts about Jaskier's villain arc, where he has a deal with Gaunter O'Dimm and becomes a fire mage to hurt the ones who wronged him, but it corrupts him until the point where Geralt is sick with guilt,

it's a wonderful, wonderful concept and it's going to be angsty as hell.

I've set up some ideas for it but it's literally just notes so far 🥲

WIP Folder Game

Thank you for tagging me @lag-train. We're gonna pretend it wasn't days ago and I'm def not just now getting to it lmao.

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. I actually have new WIP's what is this lmao.

Slavers Just a Man Too sad to Proofread Flashback No Happy Endings The Boyz Zaeed is not Happy I'm just now realizing I might have weird names for all of these lmao. I'm pretty sure everyone I know has been tagged in this already so if you see this and want to join in feel free!