Sometimes, you write a line that just ignites an itch under your skin that won’t be satisfied until it’s shared with the world. So here’s the line I wrote a few weeks ago that I’m still insanely pleased with and can’t wait to post the story that it’s from.

He repeats that to himself, willing himself to relax and put his faith back in the man that has loved him since he was worthless.

#current wip #my wips #writing #ryan hudson #nancy drew

xtarmanderx

Anonymous asked:

Lost in artifacts and cobwebs of the mind for the wip wednesday ask game plsplspls

I’m a few days late because I got distracted but here are some of the new words!!

Maybe he is losing his mind.

Ryan’s on day two in the new reality and things are getting stranger. He woke up in his car at the bluffs and drove himself home, preparing for some kind of lecture or for everyone to be worried about his sanity. But no one had any recollection of the day prior. No one but him. Nancy doesn’t remember him showing up to the yacht club luncheon, though she remembers attending with her friends. Lucy acts like they had dinner with the Drew family as normal. And Carson…he doesn’t remember Ryan talking to him about the curse. Or that Ryan ran away as fast as his legs would carry him. No, Ryan’s the only one stuck with these memories.

It’s midday when he finds himself at the library. He wanders to a random stack of books, picking up the first one he sees, and flips it open. Blank pages greet him. “Of fucking course,” he mutters. He’s sorely tempted to chuck the book across the room, but he clamps down on the impulse and fits the book back on the shelf. Shaking his head, he goes to one of the computers in the back area and pulls out a chair. Pulling up a browser, he types in a question about curses and clicks search. There are no results.

“Wait.” He mutters, frowning. “That’s not right.” He quickly pulls out his phone to do the same. Again, there’s nothing. “What the fuck?”

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crawlin-through-daisies asked:

love you through the telephone

Have some new words!

“You know what? You can stay in Boston. I take it all back, I don’t miss you.” He huffs softly, but he can’t fight the smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He doesn’t even try. “This feels familiar to me.” He confesses, the words out of his mouth before he can help himself.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Carson’s voice is soft with curiosity and he smiles.

“I used to take business trips all the time and would leave Tiffany behind.” It feels weird talking about his deceased wife like this, but he continues on. “I’d try to check in once or twice a week to see if she needed anything. She hated texting, so we started doing video calls. Although in the beginning, they weren’t nearly this innocent.” He mused. Carson’s cheeks turn pink and he grins. “Carson Drew,” he practically purrs and licks his lips, “have you never had phone sex?”

“I-well-“ Carson stammers. He laughs, not unkindly, and rolls onto his back.

“Oh, honey. It’s easy.” He shifts the phone into his other hand and reaches down, sliding his fingers below the waistband of his basketball shorts. “First, put down that law book.”

“I am not having sex with you over the phone, Ryan.” He rolls his eyes in response.

“Why not? Nancy and Bess aren’t here tonight.”

#carson drew #ryan hudson #nancy drew #wip wednesday

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kedreeva

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; 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 play!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

equallyloyalandlethal

Filenames:

blind!Theo + Chi + Liam’s Anxiety

Let Them Fight (insert flower name?)

El Dorado THIAM

real steel - writing

puppy pack motel

SNIPPET - puppy pack motel

No sooner than Theo slid the truck to a stop in the lot, the passenger door swung open and his favorite McCall Pack beta vacated the vehicle with a vehemence he had not seen in a while. He turned the key, killing the engine, but made no other move to vacate his seat. The prickle of eyes on him, peeling back the layers of him and trying to dig icy picks into him, had him shaking out his shoulders and rubbing at his nape. Hypervigilance was the name of his game, and had been for a long time, but this was strange. Colder.

Brett’s snarl as he opened his own door and threw himself out shook Theo loose from his head, jarring him back to reality. He twisted around, reaching for the spare hoodie he had tucked beneath the passenger seat and throwing it on before getting out as well.

In far too level of a tone to be joking, Brett said, “Alec, I know you can hear me, I swear to god, if I smell anything in the car when I get back, I'm going to rip your fangs out one by one.”

More out of habit and instinct, Theo chuckled and added, loud enough for the wolf’s phone to pick it up, “I have the necessary experience to help with that if you want.”

Hayden added something after him, but the hollow chill in his chest held too much of his focus for him to quite catch the words.

Liam’s half-grumbled “Really? That's the one you've decided is your best friend?” should have pulled a smile onto his face.

Maybe it was the drive. It had been a few months since he had done any driving longer than a couple of hours at a time.

Regardless of what put him in the odd headspace, he pulled away from the group and made his way to the front desk. Checking in went smoothly. Apparently this was not the first time they have had guests from Beacon Hills and their little troop was not even the biggest group to ever stay from their quaint little hellhole.

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xtarmanderx

I have pretty much never really done one of these, but I’m super pleased with my current WIPs and I’ve been writing steadily again. So! Here are the filenames of my 5 most recent things:

it’s all i’ve ever known

Lost in artifacts and cobwebs of the mind

Red eye back to you

Ryan high

Love you through the telephone

Snippet from Ryan high:

“Dude. Do you think there’s any way we can build a blanket fort under the kitchen table when you get home?”

“Maybe.” Carson answers, if only to keep his husband talking.

“Space sheets would be dope as hell. I had some once when I was a kid.”

“Did you want to be an astronaut?”

“Nah. Just thought space was cool. Dinosaurs, too. Jurassic Park brought that love back, but I wasn’t allowed to pursue any degrees for paleontology.” Ryan’s breath hitches over the line and Carson feels lead settle in his stomach.

“I’m almost home, honey.” He promises. “A couple of stoplights away.”

“Do you think I’m the reason Nancy didn’t commit to going back to college? I fucked her up.” Pain laces Ryan’s voice.

“It wasn’t you. It wasn’t either of us. She and Ace and Tristan decided they needed to stop all the Sin Eaters together.” He speeds up just enough to make it through the next yellow light.

Tagging in my besties: @snaeken, @imjustafangirl-nobodylovesme, and @extrasteps

#tag game #snippet #WIP Wednesday #Nancy Drew #ryan x carson #ryan hudson #carson drew