#my wip fic

[jesterjazz-creates]

I keep seeing fanart of Brucie interacting with My Adventures of Superman Clark and I need them to interact and if I can't see them interact I'm making them interact

[venusbyline]

guys i promise that someday i'll really write an AU/crossover fic about female reader or female OC in a throuple with Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) and Will Graham (Hannibal)

[neonovember]

Do you have a request WIP we can take a peek at?🫣🤭

oh you know i do

You aren't jealous.

You have never experienced the slimy green devil in any of your past relationships, so you shouldn't feel it now.

Your mind isn't fond of what it should feel however, and instead, you feel a burning ache begin to burst through your chest as you watch Carmen nod excitedly at Claire in the Beef’s front dining space. It disgusts you, how this feeling wraps around your heart like sludge. You've been trying to focus on prepping for the new menu, gathering different ensembles of compotes and sauces, but your eyes always finds it’s way back to them.

And her.

Claire had burst into Carmen’s life seemingly out of nowhere, and it took one exchange between you both to know it was different. Claire had something you didn't with Carmen, a past, and the discomforting feeling of being on the outside looking in was all that blared in your mind the past few weeks since her appearance.

It wasn’t like Claire was rude, no that would have made this feeling easier to bear. She was nice, for god sake. The only person in Chicago who it seemed had not yet gotten all their goodness sucked out, and she had to have been Carmen's old friend. And a friend was all she was, so why did you- why are you jealous?

She knows him better than you do.

You shake the thought out of your mind so furiously the container in your hand spills onto the cutting board. You weren't going to go there, not when Carmen hadn't done anything wrong. You wanted him to have friends, to broaden his circle from beyond just the Beef and Sugar, who you made sure to point out didn't exactly count. So you should be happy, ecstatic even, that he was able to reconnect with someone that had known him for so long.

But she had known him for so long. 

And you know you're being irrational and hypocritical and you know you can’t own someone else, but maybe there was a part of you that liked that you had him all to yourself.

Carmen was different. To your other relationships, your other friendships, everything. You and Carmen danced around your feelings for so long that when it exploded into heated kisses and confessions of love one night after a dazzling dinner service, it had already felt like you had been with him for years.

And Carmen was devoted to you, he sang it into your skin every chance he got. It was just that those chances had begun to dwindle day after day the more Claire came around, until you had begun to detest the sound of her name leaving his mouth.

The squealed sound of Claire rips you from your reverie, and your eyes shoot up to catch her grip Carmen's shoulder, her head tilted back and eyes squirmed shut in laughter. The ripple of jealous rage that bursts through every limb in your body causes you to drop the knife in your hand and rush through the inquisitive shouts of Richie and Syd, until you hear the slam of the backdoor behind you.

Your leg jitters as you walk around in circles, grinding your jaw as visions of Claire and Carmen flash in your mind. Fisting the washcloth in your hand till your knuckles turn white, you stuff your face into it, masking the scream of festered anger that rips from your throat. 

You’re pathetic, you don't get to feel jealous. Carmen would never even think of it, of betraying you, and yet angry tears gather at your waterline despite. Your heart feels as if it's going to shatter and take you tumbling down with it, when have you ever felt this way?

You hate it, you seethe as you're forced to sit in it and make room for it in your mind. It takes over, overcrowding your mind till you can't hear anything else, where even the buzzing of your phone is unregistered till your thigh begins to itch.

Wiping a hand across your face, you reach down to grasp the metallic slick edges. And the image of Luca flashing across the screen stumps you frozen till it rings out. You hadn't seen him since Denmark, in fact it had been years.

The ping of a text shakes you from the memories of spending months on boats and pastry kitchens in Copenhagen, the gray bubbles appearing on your screen.

“Gonna be in Chicago for a bit, wanna test out if your Mille-Feuille is still up to standard?”

[everparanoid]

Headteacher! Wriothesley Moodbood

Fic: Since September

Headteacher! Wriothesley x Single parent Female! Reader

Rating: 18+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

ongoing word count: 13.5K

tags: fluff, smut, angst

cw: One Night Stands, Feel-good, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Weddings, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, Minor Original Character(s), Private School, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Billionaires, breast worship as always, Semi-Public Smut, Bathroom Smut, Finger Sucking, Thumb-sucking, Blow Jobs, Breast Sucking, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Drinking, Original Character(s), Your daughter is an OC, PWF, there are temporary crackships in here, beidou/clorinde crackship for like a blip, Reader is Not Traveler (Genshin Impact), No use of y/n

It’s a truth universally acknowledged that when it comes to men, you are colourblind. When a one-night stand with Wriothesley (a handsome stranger and certainly not your daughter’s new headteacher) evolves into a charade of fake-dating him - all in the name of getting your friends off your back and not looking as alone as you are at your ex’s extravagant destination wedding - you realise you’ve reached an unprecedented low. “The night is young. We are both free. What could possibly go wrong?” he asked. Tags will be updated with each chapter.

Yes, this is the fic spawned from that one line in the archon quest when Wriothesley mentions parent's evening.

my ao3: Everparanoid

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

status: ONGOING

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[morallygreyintrovert]

My view for the day, finishing chapter 9 of my wip.

Cas and Dean in the background just causally hanging out.

[soliblomst]

When We Were Angels || Drarry || WIP

At the age of five, Draco knew Harry would be his best friend.

At the age of seven, Draco asked Harry to stay with him forever.

At the age of ten, Draco’s world crumbled after being taken away from Harry.

—Or,

On Halloween 1981, two babies were brought to Woldvale Orphanage: the son of a Death Eater and the Boy Who Lived. Despite all logic and expectations, the two of them end up forging a bond that would cross the tides of first love, growing up and apart.

READ HERE

I'm finally back with another long Drarry fic! What a journey… and I’m lucky enough to share it with my lovely beta, @pl0tty ❤️

[patolemus]

Wip (not) Wednesday

thank you @dontcallpanic for tagging me!! once again i am not doing this on wednesday lol. i unfortunately don’t have anything new from my time travel au because uni is kicking my ass right now and stiles is being unsurprisingly uncooperative but i know how much you love my demon!stiles au so… surprise?

Stiles loves dead bodies.

Okay, that sounds wrong. Stiles doesn’t love dead bodies, because he’s a demon, not a sociopath, and he actually does feel bad when people die. But dead bodies found in suspicious manners usually mean a murderer, and a murderer means a mystery. And Stiles oh so loves his mysteries.

Would he like for his mysteries to be murder-free? Oh, absolutely. Stiles is an asshole, pretty ruthless and more cruel than he probably should be—given the position of power he finds himself in as part of the problem-solving team in this town—but it’s not like he wants for people to die. It’s just that no one ever listens to him until they have a body.

So even if he feels bad about it, he can’t help the small thrill that runs up his spine when his stolen police scanner picks up an 187 alert. He’d been getting a feeling that something was going on lately—because honestly? Something is always going on in Beacon Hills, so when things are quiet for more than a couple of months, Stiles starts preparing for an epic smack down of apocalyptic proportions in his near future. And now that they finally have a dead body, the rest of the pack can’t chalk up his intuition as paranoia anymore.

Someday, he’ll get them to listen to him without question. But today is not that day, so he’ll have to make do with a dead body in the preserve, because it’s always a dead body in the preserve. One would think this town would have learned to leave the woods alone at this point.

Then again, they’d probably have to close the high school, too. And the hospital. And the Sheriff’s station.

And Derek’s loft.

So they get a lot of dead people in their sleepy cursed town. So what? It’s not their fault that there is an evil magic tree that attracts back luck and malicious intent like it’s going out of style.

this can either be the best idea i’ve ever had or completely blow up in my face. expect me in your dms freaking out about this at some point. no pressure tags for @kittykatstiles @fuji09 @oldefashioned (for when you're feeling up to it and only if you want to!!) @dear-massacre @hedwig221b @salty-fryingpan @novasillies and of course @dontcallpanic again, let's keep the cycle going! sorry y'all that i tagged again feel free to ignore me lol. and of course whoever wants to do it, got for it!

[larvasmoon]

WIP Friday

Thank you for tagging me @davenswitcher ❤️ I've been a bit indecisive lately as to what story I want to continue next, but here's a little excerpt of the next chapter of Portrait of the pale elf, Harlequin's dance, that will come out soon !

Tagging @anacdoce and @olivedrop if they want to share an excerpt of their ongoing projects 💕

[sovlstr]

Sneak peak of a fanfic for my selfship! It’s a Maria x Mafiafell Sans wip

I consider myself a novice writer but hopefully I could deliver some quality reading PSPSPSSPS

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Sans watched in silence as Wingdings unclasped one of his many gaudy gold rings, the ruby top shining as a small white pill dropped into the glass from the undone latch- making a plop as it dissolved inside the crystal clear sparkling water. Wingdings did everything accordingly, every action done to be taken with a purpose. And so, Sans wondered, with his eyebrows raised and mouth opening to speak- what was Wingdings planning? The quiet brother shot Sans a soulless stare, making quick work of silently telling sans to shut the fuck up. Sans simply grifted his teeth, before lowering his eyes back down to his plate as he considered Wingdings actions. Surely he wasn’t trying not poison Maria, at least, not in front of Sans. He’d never seen Wingdings do that though- poison an obvious ally. Unless he knew something he didn’t know. About Maria.

He cleared his throat, forcing down the potential thought with a visible grimace. Wingdings continued to smoke his cigar, reasserting the comforting smile on his grim features as Maria click clacked her way back to the dinner table, gesturing at the brothers with a respective smile.

Sans tried to keep his soul from thumping, that stupid agonizing scent of his minty cigar wafting around the sitting trio. Even if he knew she wouldn’t notice, and even though both papyrus and Wingdings knew he was romanticly involved….. If he had to see that smug chastising grin on Wingdings face once he realized just how blind he was for this woman….

He’d never hear the end of it.

Maria wrapped some spaghetti around the silver fork, keeping her eyes low as she ate the dinner in silence. It was awkward, but not for the reasons she was aware of. Sans felt himself gulp, trying his damn best not to make eye contact with any of the dinner tables audience, Papyrus simply enjoying his meal and blatantly ignoring the grating fact that Wingdings had just potentially poisoned sans little lady.

Maria turned her sight onto the oldest brother, speaking in a low tone as she finished chewing.

“If you don’t mind me asking…. What career did you hold before your families migrated here?

Maria felt the tension stiffen between Papyrus and Sans, both skeletons irking at her somewhat privying question as Sans gave a cough into his napkin. He had to hold back a snort once he noticed Papyrus eye sockets wide, unabashedly staring at Maria like she had gone mental.

Maybe she had.

Wingdings kept a faint smile on his face though, never once visibly taking her question any deeper than he cared for as he responded.

“You could say… I was a scientist.”

He gave nothing else for her to work with, before once again going silent.

The dinner was silent from then on, all 3 parties waiting for Maria to touch the sparkling water. Sans stared at her, eye lights flicking to each person as his fork dug itself into a meatball- merely toying with the food on his plate. He felt Maria siding him with her gaze, though he willed himself not to meet her eyes, he noticed the slight tug of a smile on her lips.

She reached for the glass of water, a tension once again resurfacing as Sans tensed. He felt his hand tighten around the fork, willing himself to stay as calm as possible, though finding himself sweating quite profusely against his will.

Maria brought the glass to her lips, before feeling that familiar tug in her inner being. Goosebumps rose their way up her arm, feeling her body stiffen up as she stopped just before the water could reach her lips.

Wingdings was staring at her. The light in his eyes, solely focused on her entirely with no other presence subjected to his attention.

She knew something was wrong, even before she had touched her glass. Sans had gone from all smiles to entirely worried, Maria noting the familiar way he curled his fists tightly around whatever object he had his meaty hands closest to.

Maria let her eyes slip towards Papyrus, eyeing his relaxed manner of eating as he simply chewed. Hyperfocused on himself. He was completely silent. That was not the normal Papyrus.

Emerald eyes glazed over, succumbing to the fact that there was a fault in the air amidst the 3 men she sat with. She slowly lowered her gaze… and set down the glass of water. She turned her eyes to latch onto Wingdings observant orbs, before letting a simple sentence escape her breath towards him.

“So what kind of science did you do?”

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[duchessdepolignaca03]

Pulling a @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and queuing this to post at midnight! Cause I actually have something to share! I’ve got about 1/4 of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb written, so I may actually hit my deadline! 😊

Without further ado, an excerpt from Odalisque, or where Prince Henry is promised to Prince Alex from birth to serve as his concubine, and spends eight years of his life in seclusion to preserve his virginity. I like to think of this fic as the happy ending spiritual cousin of Rule Britannia.

“You smell different,” Prince Alex declares, apropos of nothing as he sits next to Henry in the sunken garden of Kensington Palace.

Henry is in a foul mood.

The arrival of the Americans for their summer visit is always incredibly disruptive to Henry’s otherwise peaceful existence, and he had little sleep the night before after his Mama’s stern lecture about how Henry ought to conduct himself in front of the American Prince.

It’s not the first time his Mama has made an appeal to the “sweet and obedient creature that must be in there somewhere”. But there had been something particularly unhinged and hurtful about his Mama’s lecture the night before, implying that all the fault for their enmity lay in Henry’s obstinance and not in Prince Alex’s impertinence and general propensity to be an absolute knob. Henry’s Mama pleads for him to grow up, and open his eyes to the possibility that Prince Alexander has matured, and grown into a fine, handsome young man.

His Mama is utterly in denial about the fact that Prince Alex’s appalling manners are incongruous with his external appearance, which even Henry can admit is conventionally – if not strikingly – beautiful. But even more incongruous to his appealing visage is his smell – which Henry wasn’t going to comment on until Prince Alex’s complete lack of self-awareness led him to unfairly question Henry’s own hygiene.

“Yes, and you stink,” Henry declares, pretending to gag as he scoots away . “I heard unemployment is very high in your country – can you not devote the excess labour to the production of deodorant?”

No pressure tags for the greats @sparklepocalypse @priincebutt @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @taste-thewaste @onthewaytosomewhere @orchidscript @piratefalls @bitbybitwrites @sunnysideprince @zwiazdziarka @firenati0n @magicandarchery @thinkof-england @getmehighonmagic @nocoastposts @happiness-of-the-pursuit @wordsofhoneydew @bigassbowlingballhead @itsmaybitheway @suseagull04 @yrsonpurpose @inexplicablymine @ships-to-sail @cha-melodius @leaves-of-laurelin and of course, anyone else who wants to participate!

[astreinomane]

Heyy this is @agalychnisspranneusroseus do you wanna tell me about your take on what would happen if Sasha defeated Anne at the gates of Newtopia? I won't be reading any fanfic until I'm done with this one exam on friday but I couldn't wait to know what you're thinking about!

Hi, my friend!

Thank you for the ask, I'm SO honored to see you of all people curious about my story!!!

So, about my version of the Toad Victory AU...

Well, in my take, after defeating Anne, Sasha drags her uncoscious body somewhere and ties her to make sure she doesn't escape.

The toads invade all of Newtopia, forcing Marcy, the Plantars, Olivia, Yunan and some other newt to escape from the capital. Unfortunately, in all the chaos, neither Marcy or the Plantars have the chance to search for Anne, so they are forced to leave her behind.

Sasha and Grime takes control of Amphibia, Andrias gets imprisoned, and so does Anne.

Sasha visites Anne in her cell everyday, always trying to reach to her, to convince her she had no other choice. She saved Anne, Marcy and everyone else in Amphibia. She did this for her and Marcy. She is sorry, really sorry, but she had to do it. Anne and Marcy are safe, that's all that matters to Sasha.

But obviously, Anne is too mad to listen to her. She either ignores Sasha or yells at her. She trusted Sasha, she thought she wanted to make amends for real, and Sasha stabbed her in the back again, using her as a tool to invade Newtopia. She doesn't want anything to do with Sasha anymore, she wants her out of her life forever.

And Sasha is heartbroken at this. She can't believe Anne wants to cut her out like this, to erase all their good memories together like nothing.

Sasha just can't accept this, she can't accept Anne getting rid of her like this. She loves Anne, so SO much, why can't Anne sees this?

Sasha gets really sad. Being the ruler of Amphibia doesn't make her feel any better. She does her best to put on a happy face in front of the toads. But inside her, she can't bring herself to be happy, not when Anne hates her.

Grime is the only one to notice her sadnees. He does his best to be there for her, to cheer her up and confort her, like the good toad dad he is.

And while Sasha is glad to have Grime with her, she can't stop thinking about Anne.

She can't lose Anne, her best friend, the girl she loves, the girl that is everything to her.

She won't lose Anne.

So, she keeps trying, and trying, and trying.

And at every try, she becomes more and more persistent.

And by becoming more persistent, she may start to cross some boundaries with Anne.

Like kissing Anne suddenly, without her consent.

Anne immediately pushes her away violently, disgusted and with even more hate than before towards Sasha.

But Sasha, despite being shocked and ashamed to have come to this point, still doesn't stop.

She keeps trying.

Meanwhile, Marcy, the Plantars, Olivia, Yunan and their little group run away to Wartwood and begin a resistance against the toads, with the intent to take back Amphibia and Anne.

So basically, in this AU the Wartwood Resistance is leaded by Marcy and the Plantars, and their enemy is not Andrias (at least, not for now) but the toads.

Dang, this is one of the longest posts I ever wrote.

Sorry if this all sounds messy, I'm shit at explaining things.

I surely will never have your talent with whump and angst, but I still wanted to try this idea.

Hope you liked this answer.

[venusbyline]

heyyy guys, i'm thinking about writing a modern AU one-shot for Christmas

[kookiewithluv]

✨💫The WIP Fairy is visiting your blog and wants you to share your WIPS! Share whatever you like! All of them or one of them, just the title or a brief synopsis. Put them out into the world to manifest some writing inspiration 📝🤍 then send this ask to your writer moots!💫✨

Hey, Anon!! First of all, THANK YOU for sending me this and being so patient while I, a certified procrastinator, took my sweet time responding. Honestly, my brain has been in 800 places at once, and my WIPs are literally taking over my life. Like, I can't even count them on my fingers anymore—probably need to borrow someone else’s hands at this point. 😭

Anyway, here's the tea: I'm a mess with too many ideas and absolutely zero time management skills. BUT!! I’ve decided to gift you guys something special, so I’ll post everything on Christmas (ya girl’s pulling through, I swear). And yes, they’re mostly Christmas-themed because I’m a sucker for holiday vibes.

Okay, let’s break it down:

Almost Romantic (2): Fully written, fully edited, and fully… sitting in my drafts for no apparent reason. (Don’t ask. I’m weird.)

Falling Past 9 to 5: Coworkers-with-benefits and whipped!JK. I mean, it’s Christmas, and whipped!JK deserves to shine.

Love Is in the Air and Ice Underfoot: Second-chance slow-burn with DILF!Namjoon. Yes, you read that right—DILF!Namjoon. You’re welcome.

Our Last First Love: Look, I can’t even explain this one without giving away spoilers, but trust me, it’s worth it. Just trust me on this. Pinky promise.

I’m so excited to share these with you guys! Thanks for sticking around while I fumble through life. I have some other wips too... but, for now, that's all you need to know about. 😬 Love you loads, and stay amazing. 💖 Also, hydrate and wear cozy socks—it’s cold out there!! 🥰

[thatuselesshuman]

I had inspiration to write this evening, but of course it wasn't for the part of the story I'm writing currently 😂😂

So here's an angsty excerpt from None of Us Heroes

Warning: basically, Max hates himself a tad bit

Context: Max got hurt (again) and Benyamin is forcing his ass to take a bath and relax instead of rushing into the next thing that'll get him killed

"Why do you always care for me?" Max suddenly asked into the silence. Benyamin was taken aback at the question, momentarily pausing his bandage cutting. "What do you mean?" He asked, gaze turning to Max still soaking in the bathtub. Max seemed unsure, which was so far removed from the cocky mob boss Benyamin was used to. It was almost uncanny—Benyamin knew logically that it was still Max, but it was like he was looking at a sculpture made by someone who had only seen Max in passing. "You're always making sure I live, that my mistakes are never fatal. Wouldn't it benefit you to just let me die? I know I hurt your business because of my reputation," Max said, his voice blank.

"I'm your friend, Foster. Friends don't let friends die," Benyamin answered hesitantly, unsure about how to respond. This was uncharted territory that he had suddenly been dropped into, and now he was forced to navigate with very little prior knowledge. Max just laughed, a sound full of a surprising amount of self-loathing. "You and Haeyun both. She'd benefit if I died to, except she still risks her life to keep me alive. If I died, she'd get a promotion and not have to take orders from anyone," Max sneered, though it was obvious that any mocking wasn't really meant. Max was no longer looking at Benyamin, instead deciding to glare at the bathroom wall.

"Would you not do the same for us?" Benyamin asked, setting down his scissors for the conversation. "Of course I would!" Max snapped, almost offended by the notion that he wouldn't. That was just the person that Max was, Benyamin supposed, quick to help those he cared about but unwilling to let others do the same for him. "So why are you any different?" Benyamin asked gently. "Why can't me or Haeyun do things for you?" Max took a breath like he had a response before pausing and looking away, his mood darkening. "It's just different. I'm… Me," Max said like explained everything. "You both are way better than me, and I'm just dragging you down. You would benefit from me dying."

That specific point again, Benyamin noted with a frown. "Do you want to die?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer he'd get. Max scoffed. "No. Yes. It'd be inconvenient," Max said, progressively becoming more and more agitated by what he was being forced to consider. "Damn it!" Max finally exclaimed with a snarl. "Of course I don't want to die. I'm not some fucking suicidal! I'm just saying, it would be beneficial-" Benyamin cut him off there. "If you don't want to die stop trying to convince me to kill you," Benyamin said angrily. Max feel silent, continuing to look off to the side, dejected. "You're my patient, for the love of Moeran, so stop trying to tell me that it'd be advantageous to kill you!"

Benyamin's breath was coming hard and fast, anger pulsing through his veins. Not at Max, but at the self-loathing he held within himself. "Has it never once occurred to you that I don't give a damn about what is advantageous for me?! Would the fact that I harbor kids in my apartment on my own dime not give that away?!" Benyamin yelled. "What will get it through your thick skull that this isn't a relationship of what you can give me and what I can give you?! Is it so inconceivable to you that I genuinely enjoy your company and would like to continue to have you around?! For the love of all 12 Saints you are somehow to smartest man I know and the stupidest when it comes to this."

Silence fell over the bathroom, only the sound of the faucet dripping and Benyamin's heavy breathing filling the space. Max remained silent, and Benyamin just turned back to bandage cutting with a sigh. "Stop hating yourself, Max. It would help us more than your death."

[morallygreyintrovert]

Some lines from the latest chapter I’ve wrote for my wip:

• the guy literally died confessing his love for him the least he could do was not sleazily jerk off

• for the past seventy two hours he’s been equal parts horny and horrified

• the knocking continues “coming!” He shouts which is ironic because he didn’t get to because he was interrupted

• “does this establishment offer something of the pumpkin spice variety? because I have recently been informed I look the type”

Guess which line is from Cas, impossible edition

This chapter should be up in the next two days max! Just need to do a final edit

Also happy sweet 16 to my beloved Castiel 💙💙

[soliblomst]

When We Were Angels || Drarry - Orphanage AU

At the age of five, Draco knew Harry would be his best friend.

At the age of seven, Draco asked Harry to stay with him forever.

At the age of ten, Draco’s world crumbled after being taken away from Harry.

An AU where a Death Eater's son and the Boy Who Lived forge an unexpected bond at Woldvale Orphanage, where they must face the tides of first loves, growing up and growing apart. Chapter 4 is out!