#ao3 work in progress

[luckkythirt33n]

So I started working at the airport and-

Enemies to lovers grump pilot Crowley and bitchy ATC Aziraphale:

“ATC, be advised HellsGate 1235 also on frequency.”

Azi: “Yeah, gosh. i've been dealing with them all day can you believe?”

Crowley: “No, no, no. I've been dealing with YOU all day!”

Finish a WIP fic without starting another one challenge: impossible

[ajsvthefourth]

Okay, time to reveal the fic idea thingy I've been reblogging here: inspiration (the credits are there, don't worry)

And yes, all of the 4 chapters (finished) are all based on that

Alright, uhhh, chapter 5 is in the works

For the work's name, I give credits to @/osi-inn bc we were discussing stuff on discord and they said that accidentally

[literarydragonpirate]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Young Guns (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Henry "Billy the Kid" McCarty | William H. Bonney/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Henry "Billy the Kid" McCarty | William H. Bonney, Josiah "Doc" Scurlock, Jose Chavez y Chavez, Charlie Bowdre, Original Female Character(s), Dirty Steve Stephens, Belle Starr Additional Tags: Found Family, Developing Friendships, Past Child Abuse, Male-Female Friendship, Strong Female Characters, Enemies to Friends, Western, Slow Romance, Action/Adventure, Eventual Romance Summary:

Set in the late 1870's and early 1880's. John Tunstall and the Regulators come across an injured young woman, unknowing of her reputation. John takes her under his wing, helping nurse her back to health. When John gets murdered, she joins Billy H. Bonney, better known as Billy the Kid, and the Regulators to get justice. But it soon becomes their own form of justice.

However, the young woman's fiery personality often clashes with some of the Regulators, as they try to apprehend those who murdered Tunstall. Some of the Regulators don't trust her, others find her intriguing, though they all find her old occupation rather concerning. All that is, except for a chaotic blond who can't help but enjoy getting on her last nerve.

Despite, the young fiery woman's attitude and temper, as well as the fact she could be quite dangerous and deadly at times, she continues to have their backs time and again... even if they do not have hers.

A retelling of Young Guns. A historical fiction based in the old Wild West, complete with shootouts, gunfights, and saloons.

Rated Mature for swearing and mild sexual themes and innuendos, blood, violence, and some mentions of abuse. Possible trigger warnings in later chapters.

[aphroditeinthestars]

"There's a reason it's called a ROUGH draft," I sigh, creating a keysmash with my forehead.

[hemi-demi]

Working on a short comic ❤️ trying some new stuff, and it might take a second, but so far so good!

[writer-swift-knight]

Summary

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single wizard in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

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❈⋅A Dramione Pride and Prejudice Retelling⋅❈

Details

❈ Work In Progress

❈ Regency AU

❈ Hermione POV

❈ Enemies to Lovers

❈ Bluna Side Pairing

❈ The Hand Flex

❈ Yearning

[country-bumpkin-cutie]

I have a list of character that I never draw because I’ve always struggled with their designs and for whatever reason, Zuko is on top of that list! But I’m working on getting out of my comfort zone, so here’s my latest work in progress!

Three guesses who he’s staring at so lovingly… 👀❤️

[karalovesallthegirls]

My wife has convinced me that I should create a cohesive archive of all the little ficlets and blurbs I write on here, so I have made Maybe Someday, a collection of stories I may or may not expand on someday. I am slowly adding stories to it as I find them. I have only somewhat recently started tagging my posts so it’ll take some digging to find some of the older ones but I feel like it’s what I should do!

So that’ll update periodically if u even care

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Why am I like this??? 😭😭😭

[luckkythirt33n]

Coming to an archive near you!

@do-it-with-style-events / #SilverScreenBang presents;

The Great (not) Gatsby!

Adapted and written by @lvndrlondonfog and illustrated by yours truly.

Can't repeat the past? ...of course you can!

[mushgloomz]

Modern Love

dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader

• A/N: you asked and i shall provide. presenting my new magnum opus, dbf!Joel x reader slow burn realness - i want this shit to last, so it will be a series (apologies if you were hoping for a one-off, i can't bring myself to do it). also probs good to mention that this is a shameless self-insert fic bc us british girlies need some JM love okay? title and chapters inspired by 80s songs bc i'm insatiable.

• Warnings: no outbreak au, language, alcohol consumption, pet names, reader is afab, british and has hair - no other physical descriptions (and the british thing is only mentioned in passing dw).

• Word Count: approx 2.5k

1: Let’s Hear It for the Boy

You pottered around the kitchen, the countertops left messy in your wake; you weren’t a baker by any stretch of the imagination, but you’d tasked yourself off with making a birthday cake. If it came out edible, you’d gladly consider it a successful endeavor.

It wasn’t your birthday, nor your father’s - ever since your parents’ divorce and your father’s subsequent mid-life crisis move to the States, you’d lived with your dad in Austin, Texas. Both of you had been there for the best part of six years. You’d visit your mother back in the UK periodically, usually over the summer, and return just in time for the neighbourhood’s favourite celebration: Joel Miller’s birthday BBQ.

Joel and your father had become fast friends; meeting at a trader’s warehouse by chance, and bonding over their appreciation for a cold one in front of the TV. Both men were reserved by nature and were single fathers to their kids - that being yourself and Sarah, Joel’s daughter.

You ducked your head, peeking into the oven to check on the progress of your passion project. Nothing looked burnt as far as you could see and, much to your surprise, a pleasant smell was emanating from the cake tins and wafting around the kitchen.

When your father had asked why you were so insistent on making a cake for his best friend, you fell short of an answer. The reality was that, since you’d known him, Joel had been at the centre of near enough every fantasy you’d had. He was hot, funny, and surprisingly kind given his reputation for being a bit of a grouch.

You’d almost developed a sort of secondary friendship with Joel, branching off from that of him and your father. He’d ask for you to ‘babysit’ Sarah for him, even though she was sixteen and arguably more capable at taking care of herself than you were. A fledgling friendship grew between her and yourself each time you visited; letting her talk about the drama at her highschool.

Another ten minutes passed before you finally conceded and opened the oven door, a waft of steam hitting your face as you did so. From what you could see and smell, the labour of love had been successful. You pulled the tins from the rack, and set them on the side to cool. You’d deal with them later - now, it was time for you to get yourself sorted.

You hopped into the shower, rinsing batter from the ends of your hair, scrubbing at every inch of your body. Despite the painfully obvious fact that Joel Miller was not the kind of man to date someone half his age, you preened and polished yourself until you were silky smooth and quite literally glowing - you opted to live in hope, after all.

After your shower you traipsed into your room, slumping onto your bed, still wrapped in a towel. You scrolled through your phone aimlessly, reading through messages that you'd been sent whilst you'd been distracted by your newfound baking talent.

tell the DILF I say happy birthday ;)

The message from your best friend back in the UK elicited a small laugh. There was something pleasantly nostalgic about tittering over someone entirely unattainable; it reminded you of being back at school, taking it in turns to gush over whatever boyband member took your fancy at the time.

Enjoy the party today, don't make a tit of yourself xx

Your mother knew you all too well. In all fairness, she had dealt with the consequences of your drunken teenage years most of the time, so it made sense. You scrolled through a few more generic messages; the work group-chat, a discount code from some mailing list, and...

Excited to see you kid :)

Oh. Oh. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Joel was excited to see you. He probably sent the same message to several other people, but you relished in the attention nonetheless. If anything, it spurred you on to finally get dressed and get back to the cake downstairs.

You slipped on a summer dress; it was light and airy, perfect for the brutally hot weather. It was ankle length, a soft pink and white paisley-style print over the soft cotton, and a split to the thigh over the right leg. It hugged where it needed to, and honestly? You looked fucking fantastic.

Trotting down the stairs and back into the kitchen, you groaned under your breath. The mess that you'd made whilst baking was worse when you saw it with fresh eyes. The cakes were cooled now on the wire rack that you had left them on; your dad would just have to dodge the splodges of batter and eggshell scattered across the countertops.

After a futile attempt at decorating, you gazed down at the cake. How you'd managed to cock up the icing this much was beyond you, but it would have to do. Your dad was waiting impatiently by the front door, grumbling under his breath, a six pack of beers and a card tucked under his arm. You grabbed the cake, wrapped it in tinfoil, and headed out, balancing it on a platter as you and your father made the short walk to the Miller household.

It was only a few minutes before you'd arrived, stepping up onto the porch behind your father, allowing him to knock whilst your hands were full. A moment passed, and then the door opened. A wide grin and sparkling brown eyes revealed themselves; a charcoal grey t-shirt clung to tan arms. It took all of your self-restraint to not gawp every time you saw Joel - he just got better and better.

Joel clapped a hand on your father's shoulder, mumbling something and essentially shoving him through the threshold of the door. Then his eyes turned to yours, glancing quickly down at the tinfoil wrapped cake in your hands, before speaking with a chuckle.

"Run outta wrapping paper, huh kid?"

You felt your cheeks warm. "Bold of you to assume this is for you, huh Joel?", you quipped teasingly. Much to your delight, your retort elicited another gravelly chuckle from the man. He leant against the doorframe, and you raised an eyebrow, trying not to stare at his bicep. "Well, are you gonna invite me in?", you questioned with a smirk. Joel stood upright, shrugging playfully as he did so.

"'Spose I'd better. Go on, get your ass inside kid."

The giggle that escaped your mouth was entirely involuntary as you ducked under Joel's arm and into the house. A fair few people were milling around indoors, but a majority of the guests were situated in the backyard. You made your way through the back door after perching the cake on the kitchen table.

A few people turned and gave polite waves when you stepped outside, others started their beeline toward you to exchange mundane pleasantries - ‘you’re looking very well!’, and ‘how’s that job of yours?’, and the dreaded ‘have you found a nice boy yet?’. You rinsed and repeated your answers for each person, smiling politely.

Sarah was sat on the grass with a friend; your father was swigging from a bottle of beer and laughing animatedly amongst a group of middle-aged men. Your heart nearly leapt of your chest when someone tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to spin around quickly, eyes wide. Tommy Miller, Joel’s younger brother, stood with a smug grin plastered over his face.

“Well ain’t this a surprise? Don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a drink in your hand at these get-togethers.”

You scoffed, feigning offence at the all too real accusation. “Big talk for a man that isn’t offering to get me a drink”, you retorted, smirking. Tommy threw his hands up, palms toward you in mock defense, laughing.

“Whoa now! I’m a fine southern gentleman, ‘course I’ll get you a drink. All you had to do was ask, doll.”

The conversations you had with Tommy consisted of little more than playful flirting; sometimes you wondered if he was actually flirting with you, but seeing how he acted around women he was actively trying to pick up resolved any doubts. Any fire and sass was quelled, and he would become almost meek and reserved - the embodiment of flushed cheeks and a coy smile. It was nice being able to know where you stood with him, especially since you didn’t have a fucking clue when it came to Joel.

~~~~

As the hours passed and alcohol swilled around the mouths of every adult in sight, the polite affair that was once a celebratory BBQ had devolved into a raucous cacophony of laughter as a very drunk Joel lured everyone inside the house, stumbling as he went. You were drunk, but not to the same degree; with everyone settled inside, you decided it was the ideal moment to bring out the cake.

You peeled the tinfoil from the confection, grimacing slightly as you looked at it once more - even with beer goggles, it still looked akin to a toddler’s cooking class attempt rather than a 50 year old man’s birthday cake. You stuck a single candle in the centre and used the lighter you had stolen from Tommy earlier that afternoon to light it, before lifting it carefully and carrying it toward the lounge.

As you entered you nodded once at your dad, who was just sober enough to understand your signal, and started to lead the group into a pitchy chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’. You grinned as you walked over to where Joel was sat, setting the cake down on the coffee table in front of him before backing up, snapping a photo of the birthday boy as he held a hand to his chest, a soft smile on his face. He looked at you as he leant down to blow out his candle, mouthing ‘thank you’ before blowing out the flame.

“Y’all sure know how to make a man feel like one lucky son of a bitch. Thanks for comin’ everyone.”

Joel chuckled, smiling widely as he spoke. You glanced at the faces around you; the single women of the neighbourhood doting on his every word, a couple of the married ones too. Your dad held up his beer, calling for a cheers. Picking up your own bottle, you held it up in Joel’s direction, beaming at him as others held up their own drinks.

People began to engage in their own conversations again, shifting and mingling amongst themselves as more drinks were poured. Joel sidled up beside you, standing over you as you cut slices of cake.

“You make this yourself, sweetheart? Just for me?”

Heart thumping in your chest, cheeks burning, you nodded with a shy smile. Before you could raise the knife again, a thick finger swept up some of the icing on the cake’s border. You turned around and watched as Joel put the same finger in his mouth, shooting you a wink as he pulled the digit out with a satisfying pop. He leant in close, so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath melding with his cologne.

“Mm. Tastes as good as you look in that pretty lil’ dress.”

Like a fish out of water, your mouth dropped open ever so slightly and you inhaled sharply. Before you could even comprehend what had just happened, Joel had turned away, shouting out to someone setting up karaoke by the television. Did that really just happen? You must have been hearing things, surely? You considered pouring the rest of your drink away, but fuck it; if you were hearing things like that, it would be worth the hangover.

Karaoke was a shambles, as expected. This wasn't the first birthday BBQ that Joel had relished in the karaoke machine being dragged out - despite his usually very collected exterior, he loved to sing, especially once he had a few drinks in him. It was never the song choice you'd expect someone like him to go for either - the man had a soft spot for 80s music and always requested a power ballad.

Perched on the arm of the sofa, you had a front row seat to Joel's latest performance; in fact, you were one of the few people actually paying any attention. It felt like he was singing to you, the way he crooned the words to 'Don't Dream It's Over', his eyes glancing over your form every once in a while. God, he was gorgeous.

The song concluded and you couldn't resist snapping another photo of the man as he took a swig from his bottle in front of you. It was one of the few occasions that you could get away with it, under the guise of taking them for memory's sake. Joel caught you, and smirked as he lowered his bottle.

Your dress had slipped from one of your shoulders a tad, and before you could lift it once more, Joel had stepped forward. He took the soft cotton between his fingers, letting the tips of them graze your shoulder ever so gently as he slowly shifted it back into place. Your eyes were wide, gazing up at him, your tongue swiping over your bottom lip just so. Joel hummed, low and rumbling, barely audible.

"Sweet girl... better keep that tongue in your mouth 'fore I forget who I am."

Swallowing hard, mouth running dry... did he actually just say that? Did he mean to say it in such a sultry tone? "I-I, uh...", your response was unintelligible at best as you stumbled over the flurry of thoughts in your head. The lounge had since cleared out; Joel chuckled softly under his breath. With a tender touch, he raised a hand to your cheek; a calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

Your lips parted slightly as your breath caught in your throat. Every beat of your heart reverberated in your head. Joel leaned down, still smirking, as he pressed his lips against yours. A breathy gasp left your lips as his moved firmly against yours for just a few moments. He pulled away sooner than you had wanted, leaving you sat there with your chest rising and falling heavily.

Joel's jaw clenched and he scrunched his eyes shut as he stood in front of you, dragging a hand down his face with a sigh. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like an apology, shaking his head ever so slightly, before he turned to leave. You watched as he left the room, stomach turning all the while. Nausea rose up inside you, and as you made a sprint for the bathroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was your fault he had responded in such a way. Shit.

[toriafiction]

💘Cass plays Cupid💘

Cass gets into a friendly competition with Jason, where they have to slightly up each other's normal workout routines by adding a little extra challenge to it.

The point isn't to make it too difficult to where your opponent fails. It's to gently push them to safely go a bit further and up the workout.

They have been at it for a while, and Jason is soaked in sweat. His shirt starts sticking to him uncomfortably, and finally, he has to take it off, but everything is going great. They are working hard but having fun. Both of them are riding an endorphin high and ready for the next round when what Cass has been waiting for finally happens.

Dick enters the cave.

Cass calls Dick over and challenges Jason to do push-ups with Dick's added weight on his back. Both boys hesitate, but neither of them backs down.

Jason drops to the floor and gets into position. Dick goes to sit sideways on his back, but Cass stops him.

"No. Off balance that way," she tries to explain. Then she directs Dick to straddle Jason's lower back and hips and lean up and brace his hands on his shoulders.

"Better weight distribution. Better balance," she says with a nod.

The parameters are set so that Cass will keep count, but Jason is supposed to keep going until he "feels done" or Cass calls a stop.

As soon as Jason starts Dick knows he's in trouble. Jason's half-naked and hot and sweaty underneath him. Dick arches over him with his hands sliding on his slick skin where he is trying to brace himself on his shoulders.

Jason rises and falls, and his muscles flex and ripple. Dick can not only see it. He can feel it through his own thin workout shorts and under his hands.

Jason goes up and down again, and Dick finds he has to shift his weight and move with him to keep his balance. Jason has started making grunts and groans of effort, his breathing heavy and labored. Dick's breathing matches his for entirely different reasons.

Dick tries to think pure thoughts, and when that fails, he tries to think of something anything unsexy.

It's impossible with Jason moving beneath him, and Dick realizes he is achingly hard. His face burns, and he isn't even sure if it's from arousal or embarrassment. Jason rises again, and Dick shifts his hips and whimpers. Jason's rhythm stutters, then resumes.

Dick can't help it. His thoughts keep getting dirtier, and then he is full-on fantasizing about them in a very different scenario. Dick completely forgets about Cass. He can't even hear her quiet counting anymore.

Jason moves beneath him, and Dick moves with him, and a sound dangerously like a moan slips out.

Jason falls.

Dick scrambles up hopelessly, trying to hide his hard-on in his tight workout shorts.

“I'm going to go come in— No! Take a shower! I am going to go take a shower,” Dick babbles desperately as he all but runs away.

Cass pets Jason's hair as they watch Dick leave.

“He is upset,” Cass tells him. “You should go help him come in the shower.” She finishes with a wink as she stands and turns to go upstairs.

“Lock the door,” she calls over her shoulder.

Jason has never heard a more perfect goodbye.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[condemnationau]

!TW: Mild Reference to SH!

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Hihi! I've finally gotten E_8 out :,)

I'm really sorry for the delay- something sudden came up that caused me to neglect working on CAU but I'm so happy to finally be back...

I feel like I have to clarify a few things about the trigger warning at the beginning of the episode, so- no, I don't mean to insinuate that the scars on Sans' face are self-inflicted, they very much aren't (we'll get to this in like 6 Chapters TuT) but not healing the scars is his choice.

He genuinely has the resources available to him to get rid of most of the scarring, hell, Papyrus even instinctively wanted to heal Sans in Episode 2, but Sans' immediate reaction was to push Papyrus away to avoid losing the scars that he- for whatever reason- has grown attached to, even if it meant hurting his own brother.

I do understand that to some, this might not seem like self-harm- but I've seen- and have also went through- something similar, and I understand that what some may tolerate, others may struggle to face. In my opinion, purposefully not caring for yourself properly is a form of self-harm, which is why I feel like it's my obligation to include a trigger warning.

Oh, and in case you're reading this and you've skipped today's episode, that's perfectly fine! I hope you make sure to take care of yourself today, drink water and make sure to eat a fulfilling meal!!! :)

Anywho, enough of my ramblings!!! I hope you enjoy today's episode! (AND TYSM FOR THE CONTINUED SUPPORT!!!)

[brattypagansub]

Teaser

The cost of winning

Soap was bet to snowboard shirtless

Kate was going to lose her ever loving mind if she has to listen. To these two bulky operators verbally edge each other for much longer. So she does what any self respecting person does.

Bets Soap five bucks to snowboard down the mountain shirtless. Given how Simon about breaks his neck anytime Soap even wears shorts. To get a view there’s no way this won’t work so she can hang onto the last of her sanity. And added bonus those two get each other so it’s a win win.

Five bucks well spent though let’s be honest he probably would’ve done it for free. But that’s neither here nor there.

Soap didn’t know what’s going on a permanent condition. You ask him to do complicated math to be able to hit a target. And he can do it within a minute in his head but situational awareness on anything but sniping.

Forget about it.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Humankeeper's first chapter is out!

And you can read it here! (and if that doesn't work, here's the exact same link but copy-pastable lol - https://archiveofourown.org/works/63921304)

I wanna thank everyone for giving me so much love on prompt 149, it really makes me happy :)) And now a taglist of people I think would be interested in the chapter! Also let me know if you think that reblogs on this post for future updates or new posts entirely are a better idea. And if I should add any of you guys to a tagging list for it! Much love!!! GFP!!!

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