#roses for wip snippets

[ladylilithprime]

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Four roses = four sentences, so....

"Twelve seventy-five. Can I get a name for the order?"

"What are you, a fairy?" Remus jeered.

"Out and proud, yep, thanks for noticing," Virgil snapped back, and yeah, not the first time someone had made a joke like that, but Virgil was feeling a little bitter at the moment and he knew Remy wouldn't fault him.

From the in-progress Chapter 2 of Romance (Not) Required in the Sanders Sides fandom.

[ghost-bxrd]

…. To the surprise of absolutely no one, I started writing. I’m blaming it on the fifth espresso.

[celestialseawitch-ff]

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Send a rose 🌹 and get a snippet of a wip

“Harry?” Mr. Weasley said. “Why’re you up? Are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah. I just went to the bathroom.”

“Ah, I thought I heard someone moving around.”

Ron groaned and came awake. “Dad? What’s happening?”

“Nothing, Ron. Go back to sleep. I’m just checkin’ in.”

Ron groaned again and rolled over. Mr. Weasley closed the door. They heard Mr. Weasley’s footsteps as he headed back to his and Mrs. Weasley’s bedroom.

“You alright, mate?”

Harry looked over at Ron and released a breathless laugh. He lifted the blanket and Hermione wriggled out from under the bed. Ron’s eyes widened. He covered his mouth to smother his laugh.

Harry shushed him frantically. Hermione sat up and dropped her face into her hands. Ron had to bury his face in his pillow as his entire body shook with laughter.

Finally, once Ron had settled and Hermione's own shame at hiding under the bed had passed, she moved to get up.

“Hey.” Harry stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and was surprised when Harry kissed her right there in front of Ron. Harry grinned.

Hermione pulled her lips into her mouth as she fought a smile.

Ron snorted. “Happy Birthday, I guess?”

Hermione headed for the door and slipped out without a word.

[honeyedmiller]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tag @evolnoomym <3

a snippet of part 7 of a burning desire (firefighter!joel au)

and a snippet from the birthday one shot i was supposed to post yesterday but had no time to write / i forgot to bring my iPad to work 💀😂 grump x oc!sunshine trope. major pining with a few kinks lol

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no pressure tags: @ovaryacted @javierpena-inatacvest @punkshort @pedrospatch @sawymredfox @almostfoxglove @endlessthxxghts @sugarcoated-lame

[inafieldofdaisies]

OC(s) vibe | Tagged by @lilywatt @voidika @simonxriley @la-grosse-patate @katsigian @imogenkol @ellswips @kyberinfinitygems and @raresvtm

The Rules: post your OC and then 4 random pictures (or more) with no explanation to convey your character's vibe.

Sabrina Donovan (WIP: A Trial Of Errors)

"Don't look at me like that." John feigned confusion as he advanced forward, "Like what?" "Like you fully intend on making me be late for work."

Calahan Hartley (WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow)

"Damn. I suddenly need a smoke, a drink and maybe a kiss, in no particular order, Mary May."

Savannah Donovan (WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow)

"Pinky promise?" John's gaze shifted from her outstretched finger up to her hopeful smile, "Yes. Pinky promise."

Isaac Alden (WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow)

"How much of this is your blood?" Eloise shook off the grasp he had on her hand, "Why?" "I don't know, Lou. Perhaps so you don't bleed out on me and add another body to the pile I've gotta bury later?"

Sébastien Gallagher-Kerring (WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow)

"Nobody's snatchin' your first edition comics in the current climate, chief.", Calahan let out a chuckle as he took a drag of his cigarette, "except maybe if they're in a dire need of toilet paper." Sébastien looked genuinely terrified at the suggestion, "NO!"

Tagging, @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @cassietrn @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @shellibisshe @killyourrdarlingss @trench-rot @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @roofgeese @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @purplehairsecretlair @simplegenius042 @derelictheretic @vampireninjabunnies-blog @sofrosine @strafethesesinners @cloudofbutterflies92 @dumbassdep @finding-comfort-in-rain and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

[agentark]

snippet sunday!! tagged by @anticupid16 <3 <3 <3 (also tagged by @thee-morrigan to share the last line I wrote, which happens to be the last line of this snippet lol! thank you! <3)

I've spent the weekend going through all my old half baked wips, and I'm gonna share from one of them (since I'll hopefully finish and post the wip I shared yesterday later tonight anyway). This is from an old wip I'm dying to get back to, little oneshots of each fernweh saga LI helping the MC after one of their nightmares. This is The Waiter x MC

She knows he’s near now, too, though the apartment is eerily silent. Knows that there’s something more to his preternatural ability to blend into the background than simply being a paragon of customer service. Knows that there’s more to the...particularly vivid approximation of him that her psyche will drum up after her worst nightmares. Knows that he seems to sense when something has trapped her into another round of its twisted game. Maybe she should be afraid of him. Her instincts scream that she should be afraid of him.

echoing the tag for @agentnatesewell and also tagging @lalizah and anyone who wants to share a lil something! <3

[alinacapellabooks]

Snippet Sunday! Because that’s what I’m calling this now

Yeah, as of this week, you guys are getting one snippet a week, on Sunday, hence the name Snippet Sunday. This week, I made good progress on Blood On A Yellow Rose, so here’s more of my aromantic vampire novel:

There’s not much of a crowd, which is to be expected for a weeknight. There are a few people sitting at the bar, and some people at the tables. None of them seem interested in us, except for the bartender, who has so many piercings on their face that they look like a human pin cushion. They’re staring us down like we’ve invaded their personal space. 

I tap the microphone in front of me, trying to get a few more people’s attention. “Hey everybody, I’m Pamela, this is Zinnia, and we’re Bloody Bouquet,” I say, with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, “How are we doing tonight?”

There’s a few half-hearted cheers, plus some heckling, in response. Some guy yells, “Get off the stage, bitch!” and throws an empty can of Monster at me. His aim is crap, and it bounces off the corner of the stage. 

“Feeling shitty? Feeling like Friday can’t come fast enough?” Zinnia says shakily, looking at me for approval. I nod, and she turns back to the crowd, “Well, hopefully, we can change that. I hope you guys like 2000s rock, because that’s what we’re playing for you tonight.”

I shoot the bartender a look of steely determination, like I’m going to make them regret not wanting us here. If all goes to plan, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. “Let’s do this! Two, three, four!”

The backing track for Bucket starts to play, and I dance in front of the mic with my guitar. Zinnia awkwardly tries to match my dance moves before we start singing. 

Rising with the sun so you can catch me in the limelight

I’m gonna make it out there even if you won’t let me go

Let me go, ok? 

My dreams are in your crusher claw

You’ve tried to break ‘em time and time again, 

I reach to snatch them back but you won’t, won’t let them go

Won’t let me go? Ok

A few people turn to look at us, their eyes lighting up when they realise that we’re performing Bucket. Some middle aged guy remarks about how he hasn’t heard Bucket since he was in high school. 

BOAYR tag list! (Let me know if you want to be added!): @estellamiraiauthor @alwri-tes @the-golden-comet @gioia-writes-and-others @wyked-original-writing @rumeysawrites

[sonics-atelier]

Snippet from a tamcien fic that has been in the works for over a month -

Edit : Posted the fic, click here for link!

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Lucien wandered through the orchard once more, his boots treading familiar paths worn thin by his restless pacing. The dawn mist clung to the grass, curling around his ankles as if reluctant to let him pass. His heart was a heavy weight in his chest, burdened with worry, with longing—memories like ghosts clinging to the edges of his thoughts.

And yet, his feet led him not just anywhere, but toward that sacred corner of the land he had kept untouched, preserved against time’s cruel march. The trees here stood older, wiser, their gnarled branches whispering of a past he could never quite let go. And then, through the veil of leaves, he saw it—the grove.

The place where Tamlin, Andras, and he had once roamed so freely, unburdened by duty, by grief. His breath hitched as his gaze landed on a particular tree, its bark weathered but still bearing a mark time had not erased. A heart, carved with careful hands, enclosing two sets of initials.

Lucien exhaled shakily, and the past unraveled before him like a story told in golden light.

Tamlin was laughing, his hair shorter, tousled from the wind as he watched Lucien prance about in an utterly ridiculous imitation of a chicken. The High Lord’s laughter rang through the grove, unrestrained, unguarded—a sound of pure joy.

"You—" Tamlin barely managed between gasps, clutching his ribs. "You look absurd."

Lucien only flapped his arms more, his grin widening. "High praise, coming from someone who just snorted like a pig."

Tamlin scoffed, but the effect was ruined when another laugh burst from him, and he stumbled, collapsing onto the grass. Still breathless, he looked up at Lucien, his emerald eyes alight with mirth.

Lucien, grinning, took a deliberate step forward, then another—before tripping with exaggerated dramatics, letting himself fall right onto Tamlin.

For a moment, there was only the rustle of leaves, the warmth of Tamlin’s body beneath his own, the scent of geraniums and something deeply, intrinsically Tamlin. The laughter softened, faded, until all that remained was the quiet hum of their breathing.

And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, their lips met.

A tentative brush, then deeper—a kiss steeped in the laughter that had come before, in the years of stolen glances and unspoken words. When they finally pulled apart, they did not move away. Tamlin merely smiled, and Lucien mirrored it, the world around them narrowing to nothing but the space they occupied together.

Later, when they rose, Tamlin reached out, his claws extending just enough to carve into the bark of the nearest tree. A heart. Their initials. A quiet, unspoken promise.

Lucien, standing behind him, wrapped his arms around Tamlin’s waist and pressed a kiss to the curve of his neck.

That moment, that simple act, had felt eternal.

But eternity was a lie.

The memory dissolved, and Lucien was left staring at the very same tree, the carving now worn but still there, still present. A single tear slipped down his cheek, tracing a path through the sorrow etched into his features.

His hands curled into fists.

This was not how it was meant to be.

He could not simply stand by and watch as everything crumbled further.

Resolve settled in his bones. He had to act—before it was too late.

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[riddle-me-ri]

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Awww turtle 🥺 thank you Lynx!

Here's a snippet from an upcoming BTAS Scarecrow x Reader fic hope you guys enjoy!

“How long has this been going on, Professor?” 

“Ever since he arrived…he immediately made his dominance known…he destroyed one of Isley's potted plants when she didn't return back to her cell in time…he stomped on Tetch's hat for the same thing…he threatened to burn one of my books…Even when we're obedient he makes our lives here…Hell…” 

Guilt swelled up in the pit of your stomach. Bolton has been the head of security for a little over a year…how are you just now hearing about all this? 

[thirteenemeraldcats]

Roses for use whenever!

*kicks WIP pile under the bed* DON'T LOOK AT ME.

I haven't had access to any of my WIPs for over a week, so, what's a dumb-dumb to do? Start more!

Jamie whimpers again, the sound muffled from where his face is pressed tight against Roy’s abdomen, as the bus rocks slightly beneath them. Kenneth has been careful since Jamie first went down, cautiously easing the coach to a gentle brake rather than the somewhat haphazard way he usually approaches deceleration, but Kenneth's efforts and his Coaches’ careful hands still aren’t enough to protect Jamie right now. His player’s obvious distress raises a frantic sense of helplessness in Roy, and he has to tear his eyes away from the walnut-mist head he’s cradling in his lap. Instead he stares straight ahead, studying the uncharacteristically subdued Greyhounds scattered in front of him. Between their unfamiliar silence and the eerie glow of fluorescent red lights filtering in through the front window, cast from the traffic light that’s ceased their steady progress home, Roy doesn’t find the reassurance he was looking for. As that violent red glow changes to a vivid green and the bus again resumes it’s forward motion, Jamie doesn’t make any more noise. Roy wishes he could delude himself into thinking that means he isn’t in pain but his eyes have caught on the shaking of Jamie’s bloodless fingers where they’re curled into a claw, desperately digging into the meat of his side.  Jamie’s still hurting. Jamie’s trying to be quiet.

[jellymellydraws]

I love them, your honor.

[devilishdelights]

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You even gave Simeon a little bit of a fright one time, when he was rather… underdressed. 

You two had plans to go out to Cafe Lament, and you had arrived a bit early without realizing how early. You sent a couple texts to Simeon’s phone, then decided to just go see him in person– considering the fact that he could probably buy something worth a thousand grimm off of akuzon in an attempt to reply to you. He seemed to be where you thought he’d be, a blue light emitting from beyond his door. 

In his room, Simeon was deciding on which shirt to wear. A nice, tan cable knit sweater?  Or a sheer teal blouse? Decisions, Decisions…

“HOLY SHI–” 

His eyes widened to saucers, turning and calling out your name. That was you, wasn’t it? You were early, and you sounded distressed. He called out your name again, concerned. Until…

“Oh dear.”

Simeon carefully restored himself to his human form slowly, still studying you– or, what once was you– or, what is you, but in sludge form.

from a silly fic!! poor MC.

[jamiesfootball]

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Whump sequel finish soon maybe???

it is almost four times longer than the original jfc

In Ted's opinion, they'd never made a hospital worth stepping into. Hope and despair crowded into a maw; that's what hospitals were made of. Even the comfort came flavored with the scent of Lysol and dead orchids. You could call it an ER or an A&E or any other combination of letters, but a building by any other name would still give Ted the sense that he wasn't any better than a brightly colored bird in a cage being carried down a dark tunnel while people in white coats assured him that everything was perfectly all right.

But it did its job. The beeping and the machines and the people with the checklists, they were all just doing their jobs, and necessary ones at that.

To any of them, it might appear that Ted was also doing his job. It would be a charitable thought, to see Ted standing in the doorway and think he was checking in on one of his players, when the reality was that he was caught in place, no more able to close the distance between him and Jamie now than he had been at any other point during his tenure at Richmond.

[tenderhooked]

Legit anything with Jamie pls and thanks 🌹🌹

SORRY TO EVERYONE i am currently on my football kiddos agenda so. that is what y'all are getting. SORRY.

Jamie’s brow furrows, as if he’s thinking through the merits of a post-footie treat that’s not a scone. If his expression is any indication, it’s a grave consideration. “D’you promise?” he asks, at length. He gnaws on his thumb a little, and then tugs it from his mouth, like he doesn’t want to be caught. “Yes,” Roy says. “Pinky fucking promise.” “Even…even if I don’t make all the goals?” Jamie says. His voice is pitched, high and tremulous. “I get a sweet even if I don’t make all the goals?”

jamie............. JAMIE!!!!

[honeyedmiller]

wip wednesday

ty for the tag @strang3lov3 <3

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Joel moves closer and his face is mere inches away from yours, brown eyes ablaze as they watch you in such a way that sends a shiver down your spine. Your gaze shifts elsewhere because the tension is too much, and you’re left feeling like a shell of a woman under his scrutiny.

And that’s when you realize he already knows. You don’t need to tell him shit, because somehow, some way, he knows your dirty little secret and the ways you fantasize about him.

“Trust me, Sunshine. Last thing you want is to get tangled up with a guy like me.”

You look him dead in the eye.

“And that’s where you’re wrong, Joel. I want you. I want all of you.”

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might’ve posted a snippet of this before but i’m working on like six things at once and this is one of them. it will indeed be full of filthy smut, cus why not?

npt: @javierpena-inatacvest @punkshort @ozarkthedog @pedrospatch @almostfoxglove @sawymredfox

[antitheticallyargumentative]

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from any wip of your choosing they are all lovely <3

you are getting more of this infernal scene from the jamie study that took me three literal weeks to get through.

“I’d say fuck you.” Jamie spits it out without really thinking, cos he’d never say it to his dads face. The closest he ever got was don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. It didn’t even feel that good, like he thought it were s’posed to. Felt fucking terrifying, really.

Ted doesn’t like swearing that much, Jamie doesn’t think, but he nods thoughtfully again and goes, “Makes sense. Anything else?”

A jolt of panic goes through him. Ted’s lookin’ down like he expects something, eyebrows raised all friendly and open-like, but Jamie can’t help but feel like he’s fucked it, somehow. Maybe by going with fuck you. Ted’s not one for vitriol, no, he'd rather say something sweet and then turn a blind eye. It might work for some people. It’s never worked for Jamie. “Yeah,” he fumbles, his breath hitching funny. His dad made him good at football, right? That’s something worth being grateful for. “I’d say… thank you.”

tyyyyy :)