#snippet from a WIPpet

[novemberhush]

I’m posting this in the hopes that it’ll make me actually finish something (slightly) longer than a drabble. (Nobody hold their breath, though.)

Anyway, this is from a fic that was originally supposed to be a drabble (which I started back in August of last year and then abandoned) for a set of prompt words from the @sterekdrabbles blog, but there was no way I could make it work in just 100 words, at least not in the way I wanted, so, if I do manage to finish it, I’ll be submitting it to the @sterekdrabblesgonelong blog instead. Check both blogs out for all your Sterek needs!

“Derek! Come on! Dance with me! Pleeeeeeeeeease!” Stiles wheedled, his speech grown more slurred since he’d disappeared into the heaving throng on the dancefloor with Erica hours before and not looked back. Clearly they’d found the bar at some point.

Derek sighed the long-suffering sigh of ‘too sober for this shit’ people everywhere.

“How much alcohol has he had exactly?”

An unrepentant Erica shrugged, smirking, before an unsteady Stiles, swaying like the pendulum in the old grandfather clock that used to stand in the hall of Derek’s childhood home, interrupted with a question of his own.

“Are you scared?”

I tag @all-or-nothing-baby @stellarmeadow @chaoticfandomgirly and anyone else who feels like sharing something they might be working on (doesn’t matter if we’re mutuals or not). No pressure on anyone who doesn’t feel like sharing/have anything to share.❤️

[phoenixiancrystallist]

*whispers* I wrote a thing :D Just need to polish it up and I'll post it for Christmas, but I'ma share a bit of it bc I'm super happy about it 💜

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Cinta knew she could never atone for her sins, could never undo the hurt, could never erase the memories of loneliness, anger, and abandonment. What she could do, through a miracle beyond her design, was give her beloved Alfre new memories. Memories filled with love, and care, and togetherness, and laughter.

And song.

"Happy birthday to you." Cinta's voice wavered with her uncertainty. Frey's eyes snapped up to Cinta's again, wide with warring emotions. Cinta smiled.

"Happy birthday to you," she continued with more confidence, watched her Alfre's expression shift from incredulity to dawning horror.

"No."

"Happy birthday, dear Alfre."

"Oh my god, no, stop—"

"Happy birthday," Cinta finished, pulling her daughter into another tight embrace, "to you."

[jamiesfootball]

i am here to make you write!! 🌹🌹🌹

It would be unfair to judge Colin on the basis of Jamie’s hair-based warning signs, but to Roy's untrained eye Colin's hair looked like shit.

Flatter than usual, without that coif… thing in the front. Roy had never needed to do it himself -- his hair stood up whether he wanted it to or not -- but he was fairly sure from years of locker room exposure that all it required was putting some goo in your hand and fluffing it up.

Which meant that at some point this morning, before meeting with his PR coordinator and his boss to talk about the closest thing he'd ever had to a scandal, Colin had looked at a pot of goo and decided it was too much work to be had.

Probably not a good sign, that.

[ofmermaidstories]

a snippet (wippet) from the shouto fic:

[manygeese]

snippets from my wippets 😎

@puzzled-pegasus

[woundedsoul12]

Sunday Wippet Snippets (but like Monday Morning)

Whatever I was tagged by my baby @thepickledmermaid and anyway little late for the party but here goes

This is from my Dead Dove Emmrich x Rook Their Darkest Desires

Emmrich was not a man to make mistakes. His calculations were precise. His decisions final. His predictions correct. It was how he had survived all these years without being detected. Never allowing for himself to slip like so many others had. Until tonight.

[thusspoketrish]

WIPPET SNIPPET!!!

I'm almost finished with this massive Drarry story + art that I've been working on, and I'm a bit nervous (and so thrilled, really! haha) to share it with you all! To ease into it, here's a little snippet + my Harry for you. I hope you enjoy it! xx

Many thanks to my lovely friends: beta reader @youknowyoudid and alpha reader @dewitty1. Ya'll are keeping me sane as we cross this finish line together! Love ya both, MWAH!

Draco tries to put Potter out of his mind until the object of his thoughts appears in the arts and crafts room. 

Potter shuffles in, clad in threadbare joggers, a plain white t-shirt, and a dressing robe, his feet snug in slippers that have seen better days. Despite the late hour, he appears to have just risen from a deep slumber. The telltale signs of medication linger in the slight droop of his eyelids and the sluggishness of his movements. His eyes, however, betray a sharpness, a keenness that sweeps across the room before settling on Draco. 

Draco’s hand falters, and the paintbrush he’s holding slips from his fingers, clattering to the floor. He remains rooted to the spot, his gaze locked with Potter’s. There’s an unmistakable tension in the air as Potter slowly advances towards Draco’s Nest, each step measured, each movement deliberate. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Potter’s voice slices through the air, dripping with disdain, sending a shiver down Draco’s spine. 

His words, though slow from the effects of medication, carry an undeniable threat that causes Draco’s heart to slam against his ribcage. He lowers his gaze to the table, his hair falling like a drape to shield him from Potter’s piercing stare. The room feels suffocating; each breath he takes is a struggle against the rising panic and regret threatening to drown him. He grips the edge of the table, his knuckles white, desperate to hold onto the last shreds of his composure in the one place in hospital he thought was safest.

[allgremlinyaps]

i’m so jeeko insane it’s going to be in the dsm6 i think dilfcember will be the only thing not terrible about Family Holidays Month thank you for your participation 🫡

hi jeeko anon from November... I hope I delivered for dilfcember but also here's some jeeko au wip snippets for you. some wippets, if you will

[jedi-nurse]

Here is a little wippet snippet from one of my Sabezra weeks fics

"If you would have told 16 year old Sabine that she would grow up to marry and then have a baby with the annoying 14 year old boy they picked up on Lothal all those years ago, she would have looked at you like you grew a second head. But watching Ezra take care of their newborn daughter filled her with so much love and happiness that it almost hurt."

[innytoes]

WIPpet (wip snippet)

Tagged by @floating-in-the-blue. Just for you, some 'it's Willie's birthday' from the Foster Care AU, featuring 'Alex spent like 40 hours on Etsy to find that gift'.

There were art supplies from Carlos and Reggie. Tacky fake holographic tattoos from Flynn. A pair of sneakers customised with Julie’s doodles, all skateboards and pencils and raccoons and UFOs. Luke and Bobby had gotten them an assortment of potato chips in ridiculous flavours from ‘all the shady little bodegas we could find’.

Alex got them a ridiculous little locket shaped like a hotdog, with a picture of the two of them inside. They giggled so hard they nearly fell off their seat, pressing a kiss to Alex’ cheek. And then of course they swept their hair up so he could put it on them, and got to watch Alex go all flustered while Bobby muttered something about Alex ‘freaking out over the sight of Willie’s neck like you’re a Victorian spotting an ankle’ behind them.

(no pressure) tagging @bananakarenina, @jmrothwell, and @wr0temyway0ut

[tenderhooked]

🛏️💥🍄

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

i think................ i would like to explore some physical whump stuff. i'm planning on dabbling with some daredevil fics, and if you've watched even two seconds of that show, you'll understand what i mean when i say Whump Is Inevitable. i feel like i typically stick with emotional whump, but physical whump is so............. ough. very much my jam.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

INDEED!! i talked about the bare bones of it yesterday, but my new wip the ending where you finally find your way home (wherein a fucker of the universe occurs and 23-year-old jamie is suddenly standing in place of 33-year-old jamie) is something i am INCREDIBLY excited about. here's a small wippet!

“Jamie,” said Roy, because Roy was suddenly at Jamie’s elbow, and he wrenched his head up, determined to snap back, certain that Roy was here to tell him to quit fucking around and read off the goddamn cards. Except— Except this wasn’t a Roy that Jamie recognized. This was a Roy that had grey streaked through his black curls, grown out longer than he’d seen them before; this was a Roy that had deep crow’s feet around his eyes; this was a Roy who looked at Jamie with a softness that made Jamie recoil. And recoil he did, flinching on instinct from the palm that cupped his arm and almost tripping over his feet in the process. Weird, actually-old Roy lifted his hands in surrender. “You’re all right, Jamie,” he said. He sounded the same. “It’s me. It’s Roy.” Jamie opened his mouth. He meant to say something witty, something that would cut through all the bullshit and leave him with a clear way out of this mess, but all that came spilling out of his mouth was, “I shouldn’t be wearing a shirt.” And then he collapsed onto the floor.

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

in line with the first question: daredevil! i also am working on a the last of us fic, and i've been dabbling with an outlander fic about Siblings so! definitely all of those! and i'm sure i'll somehow fumble my way into writing a percy jackson fic if the way the brainrot has been going is any indication.

ask me about my 2024 writing goals!

[onlygenxhere]

WIPpet (wip snippet) thanks for the tag @floating-in-the-blue

Been pushing hard in Julie and Luke’s book of Dares. It’s been a struggle getting the ‘right’ words out of my head. I probably really need a break but I also need to finish. (that’s how I work so there’s no real reason to fight it) Planning to take a mini break to work on the fanfest gift for the next couple of days. Course now I’m messing with this again.  

I’ve got a piece of a wip I was working on back in October that was inspired by several other’s fics but I need to make this more mine than piggy backing off of theirs before I do more with it.

It’s currently called Fire in my Veins and Blood on Your Lips. It’ll probably be rated M when it’s done.

Basic premise: Luke is a hunter, Julie is a vampire. In this story they’ve had a tentative friendship for a few months now when Julie gets injured helping Luke out of a dangerous situation.

(Snippet under cut)

“Julie…” he gently pulled her hand and the jacket away from the side she was clutching to see the gaping hole in her abdomen. He’d seen worse but it made his stomach roll at the sight of her exposed tendons and muscle.

He had to help her.

He owed her, more than for just tonight.

“What can I do Jules?” he said pressing the towel to her side.

He’d never used the nickname before and somehow it didn’t feel odd to use it now.

She bit her lip and shook her head not looking at him. “I’ll heal.”

“Before you bleed out?” He pressed on the wound with the towel trying to stop the bleeding. He could feel it getting wet and heavy in his hands. Even if the wound wouldn’t kill her he’d read that vampires could go into a sort of shock or cause damage to their brains like a stroke if they lost too much blood.

“I don’t…” She gasped as he applied more pressure and tried to look at him but couldn’t hold his eyes. “I can’t ask…” She shook her head back and forth more times than was necessary.

He sighed already knowing what he had to do if he wanted her to be ok, what she had to do.

He’d thought vampires were just walking corpses with a little more personality than zombies since before he even became a hunter. But after knowing Julie for the last few months he knew she was just as much of a person as he was and deserved to keep the life she had. This much blood loss might change her in irrevocable ways and he was pretty sure she knew it too.  

She needed blood and it’s not like he had a pint of the stuff in his fridge. The only way to help her was to let her bite him.

Julie was running out of time.

tagging @thephantomchronicles and @sovvannight cause I'm nosy what you two have cooking.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Do you ever have fanfic epiphanies at work? Me neither. Have a screenshot :)

:)

[wr0temyway0ut]

WIPpet (wip snippet)

Tagged by @innytoes, thanks Inny! Here's a lil snippet from something I started this morning

“He’ll be fine,” Willie says. He tugs the drawstring of Alex’s hoodie out of Alex’s mouth. Alex hadn’t even realized he’d been chewing on it. “Come on, sit down.” They push Alex down onto one of Ray’s billion couches— why does he have so many? Is he preparing for some sort of couch shortage? A couchpocalypse? Willie shoves a piece of chewelry shaped like a feather into his hand, and Alex’s face screws up into disgust.  “This isn’t Luke’s, is it?” he asks. “I don’t want anything that’s been in Luke’s mouth in mine. God only knows what kind of germs are festering in there.”  “First of all,” Willie snorts, “you’ve literally had Luke’s tongue in your mouth before–”  “Ugh, don’t remind me–”  “I think you guys are past the point of worrying about cooties,” Willie continues. “Second of all, it’s mine, and third of all, it’s clean. I washed it this morning.” 

No pressure tagging @stellarspecter @thatbitchmabel @joyandthephantoms and anyone else who wants to!

[mac-lilly]

WIPpet (wip snippet)

I've posted multiple snippets of this already. So, getting tagged by @60sec400 was enough motivation to finish the next part. Thank you. :)

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Julie found Luke in the music room. He was sitting on an amp, cross-legged with his acoustic guitar in his lap, his fingers plucking the strings. But the melody was discordant and sad.

Julie drew in a breath to gather her courage. Then she stepped into the room. At once, Luke’s fingers stilled, and the unnerving melody faded. He lifted his head, frowning at her.

Julie offered him a friendly smile.

Luke offered her a hostile scowl.

“What do you want?” he asked coolly.

Julie’s smile fell. “I— How are you feeling?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he scoffed. He turned away, poised to resume his play. But he never did. For a long moment, his fingers hovered over the strings. Then, his shoulders dropped, and he closed his eyes, resigned. In a small voice, he admitted, “I lost dessert privileges.”

“Yeah, I—” Julie’s voice cracked, eyes roaming Luke’s form. She cleared her throat. “I can see.”

Luke looked, for the lack of a better word, pale. His skin, his hair, even his clothes. They all appeared greyish – like the colors had been washed out. Caleb’s words from earlier rang in Julie’s ears. “Ghosts are like parasites. They feed on our magic like ticks. They can’t exist without it.” She hated the statement. But she knew he was right. In a few hours, Luke would be pearly white. For once, he’d look like the ghost he actually was. And by the morning ...

Julie shuddered.

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Ok, who hasn't participated yet? I never keep track of that. 😅

[lordgrimwing]

WIPpet Snippet Friday

Tagged by @amorbidcorvid a few days back and was very busy but here is a snippet from a bargain brand Glorfindel WIP (to no one's surprise).

Vorohil hadn’t gone outside in a week.

Every morning, he pulled himself out of bed, trekked the few steps to the main room and collapsed on one of two chairs at the table. He stayed there as Arien arced across the heavens in her flaming glory. When Tilion chased her, he drank and dragged himself back to bed. There was little he could do during the day, bound to the chair, and nothing he wanted to do. Weeds poked up in the plots in the vegetable garden he was responsible for, but thinking about doing anything about that added phantom pain to the real. There were few duties for him to attend to when he was in Lindon. Everything would wait until the pain faded.

And it would fade. It always did, given time. How much time, was the question he had no energy to care for. It would pass when it passed and until then he would sit and drink until he could sleep. When he ran out of drink, he dragged himself to the vintner’s warehouse and buy more while he was still numb from the last bottle.

A knock sounded against the closed door, the sound ringing in his ears.

I tagged some people for this recently and I can't recall who atm, so I'll just leave this open for whoever wants to join (I will read your WIPs because I'm nosy and want to know what y'all are doing)