#sorry if you don't have wips and got tagged i just panicked and tagged the first mutuals i thought of who weren't already tagged

[kennexara]

WIP Folder Game

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.

@iwishtocountthestars and @nightingalesighs both tagged me, thank you ilu both!

I am only including what's in my current folder aka only jedi survivor stuff and also only fics with multiple paragraphs or else we'd be here forever. also including ships because. well.

[slight bode/cal] 5 times

[slight bode/cal] 5 times crackfic

[bode/cal/merrin] bang bang aka epic fixit (this should really be renamed to pew pew)

[bode/cal] bend and snap

[bode/cal] but baby watching you blush

[bode/cal] collide/no other version of me i would rather be tonight

[bode/cal] hosed down

[bode/cal] hot stuff (technically first chapter is posted but rest of fic is still wip)

[bode/cal] kestis's eleven

[merrin/bode] mr. and mrs. smith au

[bode/cal] one night only

[bode/cal/tentacle creature] THE ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

[bode/cal] amnesia fic

[bode/cal/merrin] another ot3 fic

[bode/cal] cal has a space youtube

[bode/boba/cal] FLUFF FOR LIO MY BELOVED (aka camp muni)

[bode/cal] the mirror's gonna fog tonight aka handcuff fic

[lando/cal] lando & cal cape club

[bode/cal/merrin] ot3

[bode/cal/merrin] ot3 2 electric boogaloo

[bode/cal/merrin] ot3 again

[bode/cal/merrin] ot3 idk at this point

[bode/cal] SPICE FOR GRACKLE MY BELOVED

[bode/cal] treat for {redacted} (yeah that one didn't get done in time whoops)

also good news i have one non-jedi survivor fic. bad news it's the crossover i've been attempting to finish for nearly a decade at this point oops:

mcu/mi crossover of doom

uhh way too many people to tag, but i can do a few: @grackle-draws, @tiltingheartand, @darkwingdukat, @literallybyronic, @brevityis, and anyone who wants to do this!

[luludeluluramblings]

tbh I’m more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but she’s withholding that for now or maybe he’s not in the picture?) and it’s the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing she’s pregnant until she’s farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:

damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.

reader: i am pregnant though

the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that she’s old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family

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Part Two

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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if it’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.

A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because I’m turning into a writer with a million WIPs.

A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.

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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.

In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.

It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.

You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.

The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.

The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.

When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.

But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.

After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.

This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.

The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.

It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.

What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.

But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.

And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.

Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, it’s easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.

“Oh, I’m gonna love you.”

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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. It’s not just you anymore. You have someone who you’re going to love.

You don’t bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the other’s would judge you for it.

Honestly, you don’t care if they did. This is your baby.

Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. It’s a bit insulting how much they don’t pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you don’t care.

The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you can’t fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.

Eventually, someone does notice. And, it’s not anyone you would expect.

Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadn’t been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.

It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.

Just as you’re about to tell her off, she speaks.

“Do you— um, want something else?”

It’s pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.

“Yes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.” You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.

It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.

“How far?” She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.

You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. “14 Weeks.”

Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. “Damn. You’re smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.”

The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you would’ve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.

“Explain on the way?” You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.

“Sure.” She grins, leading the way.

As you both walk, she whispers. “Does Bruce know?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Ah.” Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.

When you two finally make into the car, you’re already feeling better about life. You’re about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didn’t expect to have any company, but surprisingly it’s nice.

Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.

"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."

"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"

And, just like that your mood shifts.

"No."

"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.

"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."

That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"

"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.

"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.

"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.

"He doesn't ignore you-"

"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."

Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.

"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."

"Really?! That's all I had to do?"

"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"

"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"

You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.

"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.

"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.

"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."

"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."

"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.

"Now, that's offenseive."

"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."

"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."

The banter between you both coming back with ease.

When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.

As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.

Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.

"You okay, Steph?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?

A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.

A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.

A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.

[heartbrake-hotel]

TIME FOR A WIP TAG GAME 💫

rules: in a new post, 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 of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

oh nooo exposed by smitty for my ridiculous doc names.. how could you DO this to meee 😭 dfghs but thanks for the tag darlin @prompted-wordsmith.!!

(tagged on my main but i thought i'd go ahead and post here instead... if i posted all of my wips for every fandom, we'd be here a month 🤭)

my naming conventions are notably all either coded nonsense only comprehensible to me, or song lyrics that are not, in fact, from the song i Actually titled the fic with.! it got so ridiculous i made a spreadsheet to keep track of their shorthand names, their Real Actual Titles, and their summaries. just so i could always find right what i was looking for. i love to cross-reference ! three cheers for color-coding ! 🎉 luckily for me, said doc came in veryyy handy when it came to copy/pasting for this tag game 😂😂

daddy? sorry, da-

i get no help around this goddamn house

this is the Real t&s

he was the congregations vagrant

cry about it, fucker

the saints we see are all made of gold

all the small things

lover's lover's alibi

he's the one to call (dr. feelgood)

my middle name is miseryyy

ho ho hopefully

this is NOT feederism it is cARETAKING

who do you love

what breed is he just a little guy

toxic las vegas

achy breaky head

catch a falling star💫

being weird together is a love language

oscars flop era

9 to 5

go out by the oak leaf

motorpsyche 🏍️

ive beaten the orange camaro

ginger snapped 🐺

vacation all ive ever wanted

polk salad booty is this anything

some of these have been in the works for YEARS, like.. since the movie actually came out.. i started writing two days after i got home from the theater the first time oOP look y'all know me alright the likelihood any of these will actually make it to posting on this blog is,, uh. Slim !! ngl it's pretty slim. i have wips from over a decade ago that STILL don't feel done enough to publish 🙈 but these in particular are very near and dear to my heart and i'd love to gauge y'all's interest anyway.! so fire away, ask me anything, i love to talk and am always down to gush 👍

tagging: @whositmcwhatsit, @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @mooodyblue, @vintagepresley, @floralcyanide, @whatstruthgottodowithit,@dreamingofep, @ooihcnoiwlerh, @suraemoon, @vintageshanny, uhhh i panicked at the length of this list and don't know who else writes around here and is left to tag, but pleaseeee take this as an open invitation to join in if you want!! i'd love to see everyone's systems 🥰🥰 and of course no pressure if you don't 👌

[quotidian-oblivion]

Y'know, I'm sick with a cold rn, and reading ur snippets, wallflower, is like holding a warm cup of tea and watching the drama happen in an 1800's Downton Abbey family. (It's a compliment)

I think the rules are posting snippets from soon to be posted wips?

Anyways, I organized all my wips cuz a while ago i stumbled upon massive writer juice and slurped it in one go. So I assigned the dates I'm gonna publish each fic on. Sorry if my english isnt making sense rn cuz im sick.

Thanks for the tag!!!

TW: mentions/implications of child abuse in 'Shiver' and 'Trained'.

Shiver | 23rd of April (This is Tim's pov btw)

Then he felt someone rolling him onto his back. The shards of glass on the floor wedged themselves into his back and he groaned, remembering the belt welts. He struggled against the hands, but his movements were sludgy and felt like he was pushing through molasses. Plus, the hands were touching him. Human contact. The pollen needed human contact. Did the Joker count as human though? 

Oh God, was he being cuddled by the Joker?

I don't wanna give the title away until at the last moment | 30th of April

Tim tilted his head. The girl did the same and was looking at him with curiosity. 

"You look kinda familiar…" 

Tim panicked. She couldn't know who he was, because then she might call Bruce and the others and he couldn't see them right now. 

"Maybe on TV…" she continued musing. 

"Alvin Draper," Tim blurted. 

The girl stopped. "Huh?" 

"My name. It's Alvin Draper." 

The girl raised an eyebrow then burst into laughter. "That is the fakest name I have ever heard." 

Tim scowled. "It's my name. I get that a lot." 

"Oh, I bet." 

Tim folded his arms. "What's your name then?" 

She grinned

Trained | 7th of May (Tim's 4 years old here)

"We've been teaching him words from the dictionary," his mother explained. "So far, it's only the pronunciation that's left." 

"He's a sweet little heartbreaker," Mrs. Wilcox crooned. 

"I'm a sweet wittle heart bweeker!" Tim exclaimed, bouncing on his toes. But a harsh glare from his mom made him stand still again.

Don't have a title for this one but it's named "Matchbox earrings" in my docs | 14th of May

When she wore them in front of Tim first when he met up to buy her waffles because of a bet he lost, he rolled his eyes and said, “Steph, you’re such an arsonist. At this point, I expect you to just carry fire with you at all times. I know Jason does, but I'm just surprised that you don’t have a lighter in your pocket right now.” 

Steph did not have a lighter. 

But she did steal the matchboxes from Jason.

Don't have a title for this either but it's named "4+1" at the moment | 21st of May

Tim leaped at Dick, wrapping him in a hug. 

Dick automatically put his arms around him, leaving Tim free to grab a mug from behind him. A strange sense of competitiveness filled him. It wasn’t about drinking coffee now, it was all about getting a mug. 

“Oh, hey! You’re not allowed to use hugs to evade capture.” Dick quickly snatched the mug from him with lightning speed. 

Tim huffed angrily. He leapt up to grab the mug from Dick’s hand, but the airhead just raised it higher. 

Dick laughed and ruffled his hair. Tim stopped jumping to feel the hand move against his curls, then stomped his foot. “And you’re not allowed to use hair pets to subdue me.”

I got, like, so many more wips. I'm gonna be posting almost every Sunday so i wrote enough fics to keep coming until August. And it's April right now. I'll probably come up with more during the time period, but yeah. I acquired some serious writer juice. And then lost it again but hopefully temporarily.

No pressure tags: @tristicorde @wakkoroni @cygnusdoesthings @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego @sardonic-sprite

WIP Snippet Share Thanks @charmsandtealeaves for the tag! Snippets from a few WIPs coming up: All's Well That Ends Well Chapter 6 | Publishing hopefully next week.

From that day on, Lily was never unaccompanied. Even to the bathroom, “In case he ambushes you in the loo!” as Mary put it. With the combined vigil of Mary, Alice, Emmeline and Marlene, five communication attempts were successfully—venomously—quashed in the span of three days.

Expectation's Encumbrance Chapter 2 | This one is long overdue. Will hopefully be publishing this month.

“According to Miss Harriet, an unexpected guest arrived from Town yesterday. A friend of your Mr Lupin. And Mrs Lupin thought it prudent to increase the size of the party, as apparently he is used to grander gatherings than we.”

Between the Desire and the Spasm Chapter 1 | May?

Sirius barked another laugh, and Remus yelled, “Enjoy the train ride, mate!” Then James was looking at his own face again. “Assholes,” James had grumbled to himself as he shoved the mirror in his jacket pocket and began the walk to the train station.

After All This Time Chapter 1 | This month.

"The Ministry has found another Death Eater." "Yeah?" George nodded, mouth full of baked beans, and poked the newspaper laying open on the table. "Thorfinn Rowle." George had devoted himself to knowing everything there was to know about the capture of the Death Eaters that escaped after the battle at Hogwarts. He was especially interested in news of Augustus Rookwood, who had proved adept at evading the Auror department.

Tagging: @merlinsbbeard @liiilyevans @quotidian-oblivion @kay-elle-cee @ohmygodshesinsane (sorry if you've already done this)