#plot bunny attack

It finally happened. Last night, a huge and fluffy plot bunny attacked me out of nowhere. It told me to write a story that I'd never thought I'd write (send help, seriously): - It's set during the Quest of Erebor - but it's a modern AU (around the 2nd half of the 20th century) - it is sort of inspired by the events described in the Hobbit - there is treasure hunting, Indiana Jones meets the Mummy vibes, - and it's... Bagginshield (but without the toxic stuff that triggers the hell out of me) - and Bilbo in this story an archeologist. Together with professor Gandalfsson have just dug out an ancient treasure, a treasure of legend that no one believed existed... - Oh, and have I mentioned that Bilbo is a woman...? Please throw me to the wolves or burn me at a stake, tell me to stop thinking about it!!!

I do not have time for this…

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Title: Untitled The Meg/Jurassic World Jonas Taylor/Owen Grady fic

Fandom: the Meg, Jurassic World

Pairing: Jonas Taylor/Owen Grady

Fic summary (working): After Jonas hits rock bottom, he meets Owen Grady in a bar in Thailand. Owen’s one of the few people in the world who might understand what it’s like to have a close encounter with something that’s supposed to be extinct.

Tags/warnings: first draft. This is pure crack disguised as an excuse to have these characters have no strings attached sex. Some plot is thrown in and held together with duct tape because i just cannot help myself. Warnings for language and eventual explicit sexual content.

How it’s going:

“Mate, you’ve been fucking holding out on me.”

“In my defense, would you have believed me?”

“…Nah.  You’re probably right. But a fuckin’ mosasaurus?” 

“Wow.  You know what a mosasaurus is?”

“I know my prehistoric water based nightmares.  Speaking of which, this place is a fucking ‘I told you so’ waiting to happen.”

“You’re not going to believe what happened with the original park…”

“Oh they fucking didn’t.”

“They did, Jonas.  Which is why I told them to hire you for this risk assessment.”

“Bloody hell, Owen.  You’re going to owe me after this one.”

“How about we work off my tab tonight after dinner and a few drinks.”

“Like old times?”

“Like old times.”