#nellie.wip

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Spider dads is so funny because its Peter "I like the make the stupidest jokes and watch people speed run the stages of grief when they realize they're still attracted to me" B Parker and Miguel "if someone tenderly kissed my forehead I think I'd faint" O'Hara in a relationship. Bonus points if MJ is part of the polycule

you did it you broke spiderdads down to the bare essentials!

no but seriously look at this snippet of my wip.

“Oh,” he says simply, at a loss for words. It’s— It’s overwhelming, this blatant display of Peter’s love for him, and he curses himself for this being the state he meets MJ in. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“It’s alright. His love can be overwhelming, sometimes, I know.”

like. peter “i am loud with my love no matter how cheesy it is” b parker. miguel “i get overwhelmed by love and question if i deserve it” o’hara. mj “i am subtle with my love and it cuts all the deeper because of it” watson-parker.

what a god damn trio. i can’t stop thinking about them.

#i love them so muchhhhhh #this fic is. so long #i hope y’all are ready for when it drops (do not ask me i do not know) #maybe sunday during my layover that’s SIX HOURS LONG. #anyways #answered #nellie.wip #spiderdads #spideysjane

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let the bullying of peter b parker commence

[Text ID: It’s subtle, but Miguel recognizes it for the acknowledgement of the situation that it is. He wonders if MJ, despite inviting him, was as nervous as he was.

“She does tend to make paperwork more interesting,” he says, and hopes MJ hears the thank you that it is.

Peter chuckles and steps away from MJ. “A kind way of saying she annoys you until you sigh and give in to letting her stay with you.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” Miguel says, and raises a pointed eyebrow at Peter.

He grins broadly. “What can I say? I teach her all my best tricks.”

“And your worst habits,” MJ says dryly. “I spent twenty minutes looking for her the other day only to find she had webbed herself to the ceiling and was asleep. Which I’ve found Peter doing more times than I can count.”

“Peter,” Miguel sighs. “You web yourself to the ceiling?” /End ID.]

#writing mj is so hard lowkey #i’m basically just. writing an OC #at least that’s how it feels #nellie.wip #spideysjane #spiderdads

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did i hear people were interested in miguel and mj meeting? cause lord it's happening

[Text ID:

It’s not the idea itself that he’s opposed to. In fact, he’s been looking forward to meeting MJ for months, even before he and Peter got together. It’s just that he expected that he’d have a few days, or even a few weeks, to figure it out: what he’s going to say, what he’s going to wear, how he’s going to make himself less intimidating, how he’s going to prove to the love of his life’s wife that he’s good enough for Peter—

It’s fine. It’s fine.

He’s Spiderman. If he can fight a giant sea urchin in a different universe, he can figure out dinner with Mary Jane Watson-Parker. No problem. /End ID.]

#this is for the follow up to these small hours :) #i just love the idea of miguel being really nervous and like. anxious about meeting mj #and knowing that he can scare people sometimes with his talons and fangs and what not #little does he know mj is so unflappable after everything shes gone through with peter #but ya know #nellie.wip #spiderdads #spideysjane #i love that that's their ship name i think its so cute

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i am humbly asking for “i don’t know where to put my hands” and zukka cat shenanigans <3

as you wish beloved!!! zukka hands fic, fresh off the press:

After stumbling upon that poetry center in Ba Sing Se, Sokka had tried to write poetry, another attempt at creating something beautiful with his hands instead of something violent, but that failed just like all his other attempts at art. 

He thinks now, fighting in tandem with Zuko, that he had failed because he wasn’t writing about the right thing. 

Any poem he wrote wouldn’t be about the beauty of the moon rising, the gentle floating of a leaf falling to the ground, the softness of the spring air. It would be about the push and pull of him and Zuko, of the twisting of Zuko’s hands as he reflects Azula’s flames, of the singing of Sokka’s sword as he rushes forward. It would be about them fighting as two halves of a whole, two warriors with a single mind, two people blending so seamlessly it is difficult to say where one ends and the other begins.

and cat shenanigans:

“Hi,” Zuko says, and Sokka wants to curl up into a ball and scream at the sound of his voice alone. “Are you okay? I heard…” His eyes drift over Sokka’s shoulder to land on the pile of books and the toppled over bookshelf, and he huffs out a laugh. “Well, I guess I heard your bookshelf fall over.”

“And me,” Sokka says, because Sokka is stupid when it comes to talking to beautiful people. “I fell over, too.”

He kicks himself mentally— first time he’s ever talked to the guy beyond a short greeting, and he’s making a fool of himself. 

Zuko’s lips, though, just quirk up in a small smile. “Oh, I see. So that would be the second loud bang I heard, then.”

#hehehehhehehe #im having a zukka girl summer ya feel #anyways i hope you enjoy #and thank you for getting me to write something #i actually ended up writing way more than three sentences for each of these!! #so thats fun :) #kaylynn tag #answered #nellie.wip #zukka

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something something winners of the best atla ship—

[ID: a screenshot of a google doc that reads:

“They take Zuko’s war balloon, and Sokka… Doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

It occurs to him that this is the first time in a while where he hasn’t had anyone to look after, where he hasn’t been looking over his shoulder to make sure they have everyone, where his hand wasn’t drifting to his sword or preparing food or tracing their route.

He’s just idle, watching Zuko fly a war balloon that Sokka helped build, fiddling with his hands because he doesn’t know where else to put them.

Zuko’s hands are steady as they pump fire into the balloon, but when the flames die down, they fiddle just like Sokka’s.

(Maybe he’s not the only one who doesn’t know where to put his hands.)” /End Id.]

#this is the hands fic that i’m writing for min hehe #progress has stalled but. i think about it everyday #zukka #nellie.wip #min tag

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the people have asked and i have answered

Jamie laughs quietly. “I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now, it’s not fair.”

“You can,” Roy offers, even though he knows he won’t. He heard Jamie say he couldn’t, felt Jamie tear away from that first kiss. If they had a chance, it’s long since passed. “I wouldn’t mind.”

His smile turns sad, and he runs a knuckle across Roy’s cheek before letting his hand drop. “I really do love you, Roy. I’ve wanted this to happen for so long. But I really want to go to Amsterdam. And I know that if I start something with you now, I’m not going to go.”

And Roy— Roy wants to beg him to change his mind, wants to kiss him and make him stay, wants to tell him that the thought of finding out he could have Jamie only for him to leave makes him feel like he’s dying. But he loves Jamie too much for that; he wants him to be happy too badly to be that selfish. So he just smiles his own sad smile, instead. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I understand.”

Jamie deflates into Roy’s side, slumping over as if his worry about Roy’s reaction was the only thing keeping him up. “Thank you, Roy. And I really am sorry, you know. I’m sure you had a whole idea about how this night was going to go, and—”

“It’s fine,” he cuts Jamie off. “It’s just… Right person, wrong time, yeah?”

#teehee!!! #angst! angst! angst! #its not even spoilers cause this is the beginning of the fic lmao #erm. anyways. #ive been torturing my friends w this for days now so #also its 8k already and only like. a fourth of the way done. its gonna be a beast #nellie.wip

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the b in peter b parker stands for back pain

[Text ID: Peter, at this point in his life, is used to falling.

He thinks, sometimes, that he’s never really stopped. Not since that first fall, that first leap of faith.

That’s all being Spiderman is, really— one long fall. Web to web, building to building, fight to fight; he’s always falling through the air, catching himself for the briefest of moments before letting go once more. Even when he gets knocked to the ground, it’s really just a pause, because he always finds a way to get back up and start it all again. No matter what.

And then he gets thrown from a building during a fight, and he falls, and his web shooters aren’t firing but are instead crushed and sparking, and he keeps falling until he hits the ground with a sickening crunch and a burst of pain.

And then he doesn’t get up.

Not for a while.

Not this time. /End ID.]

#awarding my specialest guy my specialest trait. back pain. #this is probably going to be heavily edited and expanded. i just want to share now :) #peter b parker #chronic pain tag #nellie.wip

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hope you're doing well! trick or treat!

okay i’ve been playing with this fic for ages but basically it’s about crowley w back pain from his fall. and it came to me because i watched that scene where he steps under aziraphale’s wings a bunch and thought. oh what if his wings got so injured in the fall that he can’t use them anymore? so yeah this is part of that

“But—” There are a million things he could say, one for each of the tears dripping from each of his eyes. I didn’t mean to hang around him. I got in with a bad crowd. I love you, Mother, please don’t do this. I don’t want to Fall. What he says instead is, “But I love them.”

He’s not entirely sure what he means: the stars, the angels, the humans that are still being created. But the Almighty seems to understand, and Her voice is sad when She responds.

“I know, child. That’s the problem. You love too much.”

#me when the thesis of anthony j crowley is that hes a demon who loves too much…. AAAAHHHHHHHH #exploding #answered #nellie.wip

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TRICK OR TREAT!! 👻🎃

BELOVED!!! because i’m the worst and didn’t finish your bday fic, you’re getting a snippet of that. as a treat. for me having worms for brains lmao

He’s lost count of how many flowers Hiromi has given him at this point, after seven years of friendship, but it never stops being special. That Hiromi thinks of him, that he continues to share this love of flowers with him… It always reminds him just how lucky he is to have Hiromi as a best friend.

“You’re the best,” he says genuinely. He twists the stem between his fingers thoughtfully, then asks, “Do me a favor and hold onto this while I skate? I don’t want to mess it up.”

#teehee!!! #just reread this all…. there’s something there!!!! whyd i lose it!!!! #someday. someday i’ll finish this fic for you beloved #nellie.wip #answered #kaylynn tag #shadoka

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in honor of international @rejectscanon day, here is a snippet of the fic i've been writing for kaylynn but have not finished because it sprouted legs and ran away <3

“Hiromi,” Oka says casually, rolling to a stop in front of him, “will you please explain to me what the monstrous purple ball of flowers inside my house is, and why my mother has it?”

Hiromi just rolls his eyes. “Nine years and you still don’t know what a hydrangea is. You’re hopeless.”

“Come on, you know I’ve tried. It just doesn’t stick! I don���t have the brain for flowers and their meanings and what not.”

“You just don’t care,” Hiromi counters, though it lacks any sort of bite or resentment.

Still, Oka rushes to defend himself. “I do care! If it’s important to you, I care. I just can’t—” He catches sight of Hiromi laughing silently, and sighs in exasperation. “Oh, whatever. Anyways, you didn’t answer the second question, which is why does my mother have one now?”

“Because she got a promotion at work, obviously.” Oka blinks twice at him, and Hiromi sighs again. “Purple hydrangeas mean wealth and success and stuff. So it was a way to say congratulations.”

“Oh,” Oka smiles. “That was really kind, I’m sure she appreciates it. And also understands it, unlike me. I’ll be honest, I don’t know how you keep this all straight. I mean, I barely even remember flowers have any meaning at all. If I ever get someone a bouquet, I’ll probably end up offending them terribly by giving them… Tulips or something, I don’t know.”

“Just don’t give tulips to people you’re not in love with, and you’ll be fine. And I keep it all straight because I think it’s interesting. You don’t. You’d rather sit in your room until three a.m., making all sorts of new decks.”

Oka raises an eyebrow at the subtle jab. “Uh-huh. Need I remind you who made your deck?”

Hiromi wiggles his board— not his board for when he’s Shadow, but another one that Oka had actually stayed up until four in the morning making, thank you very much— in his direction. “No, because you never let me forget it.”

He grins and shrugs. “Hey, that’s my sacred duty as your best friend— make sure you never forget all the nice things I’ve done for you. Now come on, we’re going to be late for school.”

“And whose fault is that?” Hiromi shoots back, though he puts his board down on the ground and pushes off, heading down the hill without Oka, the little shit. Oka hears him mumbling under his breath as he goes, “Freaking out about hydrangeas of all things, come on.”

#hehe #for you beloved mwah #kaylynn tag #shadoka #nellie.wip

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babygirl, you are sick and twisted. i love you.

[ID: a screenshot of a goodie doc that says,

“And yet—

And yet it’s not enough.

For Joel, for all that he meant to Ellie, for all that he did for her, for all that she did for him—

It’s not enough.

For Joel, for all the times he fought like hell for her, for all the guitar lessons and museum trips and crappy jokes, for all the fights they had, for all the times she should have said she loved him but never did—

She wants Abby to pay. To bleed. To suffer.

A gravestone can’t give her that. “ /End ID.]

#hehehehehehhe #angst! suffering! pain! grief! #i wont lie i am putting ellie in situations #tlou #nellie.wip #gravedigger dig my grave

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last line game!

tagged by @zukkaoru !!! this is of course from my peter/mj/miguel fic that is now 9k and fairly close to done? but i’m not sure lol

“I know, Miguel.” He brushes a kiss to Miguel’s shoulder. “I know. But it’ll be okay. Just come home. Let MJ and I make you dinner. Get a few hours of sleep. And then come back tomorrow.”

And he should say no, but he’s so tired, and Peter called it home as if it’s Miguel’s too, and—

And there’s only one choice.

“Okay. Let’s go home, cariño.”

idk who has wips rn so i’m just. not gonna tag anyone. if you want to do this consider yourself tagged by me 💖💖💖

#confession this isn’t the last thing i wrote. but the last thing was super boring and just one really long sentence #so i chose the part before that 👍 #it’s my fic and i get to choose what snippets are shared!!! #tag game #nellie.wip

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beloved you Know i Gotta say,,, shattered edges glistening 🥰 also hi ilyyyyy

corey beloved idek what this was about anymore or when it was sent but. i am just giving you a random snippet. enjoy

Long breath out.

It was almost funny, he thought. For so long, he’d thought he’d been broken because he couldn’t keep up with everyone else’s skating.

Turns out, he was broken, just… Not the way he’d ever imagined.

Deep breath in.

#someday i’ll finish this fic. someday. #mwah love you corey #shattered edges glistening #answered #nellie.wip

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trick or treat 🎃👻

me when the last thing i wrote is royjamie angst…. i suppose this is a trick then.

He steps back, picks up his bag, and just looks at Jamie for a moment— beautiful, strong, a smile on his face that Roy aches to kiss. He takes another step back to keep himself from doing just that and says, “Bye, Jamie.”

“Bye, Roy. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He nods once and turns to walk away, nails digging crescents into his palms.

He doesn’t look back.

He doesn’t want Jamie to see he’s crying.

#airport reunion is OUT airport separation is IN #nellie.wip #answered

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congratulations on 1k nellie!!! how about zukka + soulmate au?

okay so i actually already have a zukka soulmates wip, where the idea is it’s enemies to lovers and they’re immortal, and soulmates in the way that soulmates exist in the good place— made, not found. so the first bit i already had, and the last four paragraphs i wrote for this!!

“I think you’re my soulmate. Like all this time was given to me so that I could find you, then spend the rest of forever loving you.”

Sokka hummed softly, fingers adjusting so that he was now drawing infinity signs over the inside of Zuko’s wrist instead of hearts. “Better get started now then, huh?”

Zuko shoved him, laughing lightly. “Shut up, I’m serious.”

“I know you are, I’m just teasing. I… I feel the same way. All those times that we were brought together before, all those centuries that passed. They were all so that I could make my way to you.”

Zuko was silent for a moment, staring out over the setting sun, and Sokka was powerless to do anything but stare at the way the evening’s amber light was playing across his face, highlighting him, surrounding him, making him shine.

Sokka wanted to spend eternity watching him like this, burning gold in the light of the setting sun.

“It wasn’t easy though, was it?” Zuko asked finally, looking at Sokka with a burning gaze that put the sunset before them to shame.

“No, it wasn’t,” Sokka said honestly. “But for you, I’d do it all again. For you, I’d wade through all of eternity.”

(1k follower ask game)

#this au makes me insane actually. which is crazy because i do Not have much written for it AT. ALL. #so thank you brooke for inspiring me to write the next bit 🥰🥰🥰 #thank you beloved!!!! ily 💖💖💖 #zukka #answered #nellie.wip #brooke tag #why are there 1k of you

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wip game!

tagged by my most beloved bestie @rejectscanon <3

Here’s how it works: in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; not titles, file names. 

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post. 

wips (heavily cut down from how many i actually have because. some of those are NOT happening anymore, lets be honest):

i don't know where to put my hands

be still my foolish heart

gravedigger, dig my grave

cat shenanigans (*zukka)

meow and furever (*tlou)

do something w this?

letters

desk buds

STEVE TORTURE

shattered edges glistening

snippet (from be still my foolish heart):

Zuko comes back just as he and Aang are finishing up their funnel cake, and Aang makes a hasty retreat that he disguises as going to throw away their plate, then never returning.

It’s not exactly subtle, but Sokka’s too distracted by Zuko sitting next to him to really care. He’s holding a stuffed otter-penguin, and Sokka grins.

“You won a game!”

“Yeah,” Zuko grins, looking down at the otter-penguin for a moment. Then, he shoves it at Sokka. “This is for you.”

tagging @zukkaoru and @that-was-anticlimactic <3

#okay feel free to send asks if youd like but i have to finish my homework so itll take a hot sec #but i would love to share snippets so please please please! #also. motivation to write. please. #nellie.wip