#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

[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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[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!

[fourteentrout]

me: this tamlin-as-sleeping-beauty au thing will probably just end up being a one shot haha just something silly and self indulgent

also me, 30k words later: ha...yeah....one shot....

[outofbluecomesgreen2]

Having Scars chapter 22 is out 😁 🌶️🌶️🌶️🤭

[stevesbabysittingservice]

me? writing an angsty comfort steve oneshot? who would’ve thought? 😵‍💫

[im-overstimulated-and-im-sad]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses 🫶

Please enjoy some angst from my TK's growing up years fic -

2017 -

TK couldn’t help but fidget as he sat there. He was sitting on the couch in his dad’s office. He had no idea why. They’d returned from a call, and then there was his dad. He said, “Get your gear off and come up to my office, okay?” And TK nodded and did just that; then he barely had enough time to worry about what this was about. Then when he got to his dad’s office, the phone rang. It was the captain of the 269; Owen mouthed “sorry” as he motioned for TK to sit down and then he stepped out of his own office. And that left TK to sit and stew in his own anxieties.

Which, it hadn’t even been ten minutes yet. But TK was pretty sure that the other guys from the 252 knew that TK was up here. If they didn’t, they surely would the longer he sat and waited.

It had only been 42 days since TK had returned to work after rehab; and he had spent every day doing his best not to draw attention to himself and act like he hadn’t been gone for 30 days.

Of course, he thought bitterly to himself as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, it’s not like any of them would say anything to his face, anyway. They never did before; it didn’t stop TK from learning what they called him behind his back.

TK started to peel at the fingernail on his index finger. He had this down to a science; he knew the exact spot to stop where if he continued, he’d getting down to the quick, and it would start to bleed. His nail was diminishing; the point of no return was getting closer.

“I think you’re getting close to the bone there”. TK jumped at his dad’s voice. He sat up straighter as his dad re-entered the office and sat on the arm of the couch.

“I’m sorry about the wait,” his dad said, squeezing TK’s shoulder gently. “There’s been a problem at the 269. One of their guys might be joining us here”.

“Oh”. TK nodded. “Cool”. He watched as his dad got up and came to sit down next to him. “So,” TK said with a shrug, “what’s up?”

“I just wanted to check in with you,” Owen answered. “See how you were doing”.

“I’m fine”. TK shrugged. “Everything’s good”.

“Your mother said you might have found a place,” his dad prompted.

“Uh huh”. TK nodded. “But I can’t afford it without having her co-sign, so I’m still looking. Which, I told her this is why people have roommates; not like we don’t live in the most expensive city in the world, and—”

“And you haven’t had the best luck with roommates, son,” his dad chided him gently. “And you’re starting over, it’d be better for you not to have to worry what someone else is bringing home”.

TK groaned. “Dad, very little of what happened is Avery’s fault. And,” he stood up, “if there isn’t a reason for us to be doing this now, I’m on laundry today, and I really want to—”

“Well, there is a reason,” his dad rose to his feet as well. “And I’m afraid that it can’t wait. I need you to sit back down”. He put his hands firmly on his son’s shoulders. TK glared for a minute before he allowed his dad to gently push him back down towards the couch.

“Okay, what?” TK snapped. “What is so important?”

Owen exhaled slowly. “I just wanted to check in with you. See if there was anything you wanted to tell me… before I found out some other way?” TK racked his brain for anything, any amount of time unaccounted for that would have led to this line of questioning.

“No”. TK shook his head. “Dad, just ask me what you’re going to ask me. Get it over with”.

Owen exhaled slowly. “I’m not accusing you of anything,” he began. “But two weeks in a row you were gone at the same day for the same amount of time. Last Wednesday—”

“Oh my God,” TK buried his face in his hands. “You know, you really missed your calling as a private eye”.

“I was doing the assembly for the career fair,” his dad continued, undeterred, “which you had also originally signed up for. I was told you had taken your name off for an appointment. Then yesterday, same thing happened. After the call at the drycleaners, you mysteriously disappeared, and resurfaced around dinner. I’ve got a rational amount of concern for the situation”.

“Yeah, except you have no idea what the situation is,” TK grumbled. “And I did have an appointment. I didn’t lie about that”.

“I didn’t say you did,” his dad replied. “Who was the appointment with?” TK leaned his head back on the couch. “Why do you have to know?” TK asked.

“You know exactly why, kid,” his dad murmured. He reached over and ran a hand through his son’s hair amidst TK’s protests. “The door is closed, no one can see you”. He reminded his son. “Might I remind you, I believed you when you told me you were fine four months ago. I believed you when you said the group therapy was helping. I want more than anything to believe you… but I’m somewhat terrified of what will happen if I do”.

TK hated what his dad was saying; and hated even more that he couldn’t argue with any of it. So much for this being a good surprise. “Fine”. He sighed. “You win. It’s Hazel McLaughlin”.

“Oh”. Not the answer Owen was expecting. “She works out of the 243. How’d you meet her?”

“I got her name from Diana Pink”. TK hugged his arms to his chest. “Then I sent her a message on Facebook. With Lyle gone, she’s the only person I know who’s dual certified. She’s been helping me study to take the test. To be a dual certified firefighter and paramedic”.

No pressure tagging: I tag @dreamingofmickeywaffles @sznofthesticks @firstprince-history-huh @tailoredshirt @kiloskywalker @sugdenlovesdingle @ellena-asg @inkweedandlizards @kiankiwi @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @reyestrandd and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 💝🥰

[bidisasterevankinard]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by: @ebdaydreamer 💜

That`s my wip spec about 6x18 based on this post by @loveyourownsmiilee . It would be mostly Buck and Chim fic

Buck can feel how Hen keeps looking at him. Yes, she didn't clean him, and he probably has concussion, cause even though he has not the greatest knowledge in medicine, he is familiar with the symptoms. But he can`t stop working. He can't let stupid natural disaster take two people he cares so deeply about. His brother-in-law (even if it's not official yet) and his … his Eddie. 

Eddie for Buck is someone you can't just describe with one term. Best friend, partner at the job and in life, even co-parent. Eddie is everything. The safe space he can run to anytime, the person he can trust to show all his parts, be vulnerable with. Eddie is someone who knows him even better than he himself. Eddie is an easy nights with beers and talks, video games or movie nights. Eddie is a meaningful conversations in the kitchen, but also stupid jokes only them can understand. Eddie is a loving teasings. Eddie is the air Buck breathes. Eddie is, if Buck lets himself think about it ...  

But Buck can`t let him think about all of this now. He has the job he has to do. He needs to save his family, not make an important revelation about himself and his relationship with Eddie. So, he continues to dig and clear the road of pieces of the bridge, praying to all the gods to find them sooner and safe and sound.

Tagging (no pressure) 💜: @usercowboy @jobairdxx @rose-buddie @buddiefication @swiftiediaz @alyxmastershipper @destielbuddiepipeline @yelenasbuddie @honestlydarkprincess @diazass @buddierights

I forget to choose 7! sentences. I'm tired. And bad at math (I'm not but tsssss)

[astaneys]

Carrying you through the starry sky

by @astaneys

His fingers slipped. The last thing he could see before air rushed past his ears was the blank horror on the boy’s sweet face. The airship hung above him, next to the moon, fire staining the sky. His shirt jittered in the wind, helpless like Harry himself.

He clasped his necklace.

The boy fell from the sky like a shining shooting star. He was the most beautiful thing Louis had ever seen.

Or the Laputa Castle in the sky au I finally got to write

4/?

[all-vim-no-vigor]

My first moodboard for the Wednesday fandom. This is also the first moodboard I have done using Pixlr. Thank you @ladyadelinergrey for recommending it to me.

I am hoping to begin writing this soon. I have not yet decided if it will be a oneshot, a ficlet, or a full-length story. But this is my visual work-up for the Student!Tyler and AT/TA!Wednesday fic I had rambled on about previously.

[swiftietartt]

wip wednesday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess and @roy-kents 🫶

from my concussion!jamie fic that’ll come after i’ve finished there’s a magic there (in chicago)

Roy’s standing on the sidelines, arms crossed over his chest when it happens; Jamie makes one, over-ambitious pass at the ball, and then he’s sliding, his boots tearing up the pitch until he’s flat out on his back, nearly trampled, as his head slams back, hard, against the ground.

“Get up.” Roy says, for Ted and Beard’s ears only. Then, eyebrows knitting together the longer Jamie lies, he needles, under his breath, “C’mon, Tartt. Get the fuck up.”

“Jamie?!” Dani shouts, slowing beside the unmoving striker, and Roy’s off, darting across the field, bad knee be damned, before the words, “Coach!” have even passed the forward’s lips.

“Whistle!” He yells, Ted and Beard on his heels as they part the team, “What part of ‘Whistle!’ do you not understand? Move out of the fucking way!”

“Jamie? Can you hear me?” Ted frowns, kneeling beside the striker in the space Dani had once occupied, and Jamie groans in response; a sort of semi-conscious, pained noise, before he’s gagging, and Ted and Beard are rolling him on his side as he expels his breakfast across the pitch.

“Can we get someone on the phone with 911?” Ted requests, delegating, as he keeps a watchful eye on Jamie. And both Roy and Beard find themselves correcting him with an almost absentminded, “999.” until Beard’s stepping away to make the call.

posting this while i’m at work, so i’m tagging anyone who wants to 🫶

[everparanoid]

WIP update

Despite what I said a few days ago in this post. I’m still editing chapter one of the fic. It has gone from being 10k to 13k and though you may think I should just split it into two chapters… the simple answer is that I can’t because everything works for the plot of the first chapter. And my plot needs this 13-14k first chapter set up. So, as a result I plan to have a double upload of a fic and a headcanon hopefully by Wednesday. Also perhaps the blurb out for the fic by the end of the day today.

Update: Link to fic is here

[duchessdepolignaca03]

Rule Britannia

Chapter 16: Psychosocial

“So what, Henry, what is this all really for? What are you doing? You have done all of this to yourself, you have put yourself in danger, you have ruined yourself and you have ruined me and if I were to guess where this is all going to end, and I think you know this too but this is going to ruin your country. So what is this all for?”

It was Henry who had tears pouring down his face, which Alex only noticed through the rushing of blood in his own head as the words stumbled out of him. Alex could not have imagined this moment finally happening in the car - twenty minutes into a long two and a half journey back to Kensington Palace. But it was all for the best – Henry unable to distract and placate him with sweet touches and kisses. Henry was forced to listen and Alex had nowhere to run to lick his wounds.

“Am I wrong?” Alex asked, almost rhetorically. “Is there anything that I’ve said that you think is wrong? And you know what? I’m desperate to be wrong.”

A spark ignites in Alex, and he finally starts to fight back.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51158677/chapters/137717110

[anotherbluesunday]

🤖Teaser: Ballad of a Teenage Dream—The Galpin Siblings🤖

Tyler “Shaggy” Sunflower Galpin, 17; oldest of the twins by thirty minutes

Enid “Scooby” Clover Galpin, 17; youngest of the twins by thirty minutes

Wynn “Scrappy” Edelweiss Galpin, 16; youngest of the siblings

Originally from Humbolt County, Ca, the Galpin’s relocated to Southern California when Tyler and Enid were 10 turning 11 and Wynn was 9 turning 10. Their mother is a professor of psychology and their father is a film and theater critic and novelist. All three siblings possess middle names that are symbolic of the qualities their parents hoped their children would embody.

[broke-art-girl]

Work in progress ^^

Lee & Felix, two boys I love. I found these two images and couldn't help but Photoshop them together. They just look so peaceful.

It's hard to think about how they would interact together. The fanfic is going to be similar to"Saltburn" with elements of "Bones and All" worked into it. Lee entirely replacing Oliver. If you have any ideas please feel free to comment them.

(Unfortunately I think that some of the gross scenes would make sense for this dynamic... But I still might not be able to write them... Yeah.)