#the wips

[adiduck]

So, bad news, I'm sick. :PPP

Good news! I have started a new icemav fic I am very excited about and finished the rough draft of a saintspy fic I am also very excited about!

"Wait, Adi, weren't you working on at least three separate icemav fics already, and TWO saintspy fics?"

No further questions at this time <3

(Look, it's not my fault, the concept of Ice dropping everything to drive to China Lake when he hears Mav died in the Darkstar explosion only to find him very much alive, therefore putting himself in a position to DRIVE MAV TO NORTH ISLAND HIMSELF, came to me in a VISION. It's going to be so fun. You'll see!!! Trust me <3)

[inairbinad]

somehow i missed bat!eddie when i looked at your wip list before!! please give me words about bat eddie! do you have reference pictures?? 🦇🖤

For reference I have all of these little goobs in my Scrivener project!! Because honestly it's turned into an exercise in saving cute bat photos to my laptop. Good job at zeroing right in on that, btw.

As for the fic? I actually was on the fence about writing it until you singled out the "I'd carry you around in my pocket," line from Steve's Got a Date! Between that and a totally crack idea I had about Steve being able to talk to bats thanks to his own demobat bites...well. As usual my crack idea turned (somewhat) serious and now it has plot. Involving Eddie being the cutest little bat you've ever seen, and the party trying to figure out if Steve's got anything else special going on that they missed because everyone was too caught up in the "Eddie's a vampire and now a bat" thing.

Here's a little blip I drafted out the other day:

*Eddie turns into a bat* Steve: I can’t believe that worked Eddie, somehow making perfect sense: Me neither Steve: Holy shit you can talk Eddie: Apparently Steve, stroking Eddie's fuzzy little bat head: You’re kind of adorable Eddie, snuggling into Steve’s pocket: You got any fruit? Steve: You don’t want blood? Eddie: Nope. Want a banana Steve: That better not be a dirty joke Eddie, indignant and literally squeaking: Stevie Steve: Alright, alright, let's go

Ask me about my WIPs!

(the ones I've already answered)

[leatafandom]

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 or tell us about it. Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. If you don't write, list your art WIPs!

Thank you so much for the tag @incorrectcoldflashblog! I actually just cleaned out and cold storaged most of my wips for the new year, though somehow I already have quite a few.

Jumpsuits and Candy

Taste of Cherry

Learn

Lost in Translation 2

In the Beginning Chapter

Valley Kingdoms

Monster eater verse Master WIP (has like 10 wips in there)

VHS Cannibalism/Hunting Horror OG Story

Choke Me Like You Mean It

Feels like the First Time

Sweet Tooth

Blend Carefully and Let Simmer

Until It Aches

Distractions Spideypool New

Behind your House

Trek-Expanse Verse

The Witch King Chronicles

Vessel Fic

No Pressure Tags: @idabbleincrazy, @huntressandlioness1 @heavenssexiestangel @michaelmilligan @reallyreal-madeingold @lucathepanman and anyone else who'd like to join in!

[urtrickster]

idk what this is going to become or where i'm even going with this but hopefully the motivation to write stays long enough for me to finish it

[upsidedownwithsteve]

just wondering here...but a folklore triangle with steve x reader x eddie??? gosh this have been in the back of my mind for so long and you just woke it up again with steddie x reader.

you’re killing me please 😭

[skittlesfics]

what are you working on right now?

Hi! Thanks for asking <3 <3

UPDATE: I made this trello board so y'all can see what requests are in my queue and what stage they're in! I have way too many WIPs I bounce around. The ones I'm actively touching right now are:

Stranger Things - An Eddie chapter fic (au, but only slightly) - Eddie 7 minutes in heaven smut (part 2 to finding heaven) - Argyle smut - Asshole Steve angst (pre-Nancy Steve) - That Eddie skating rink fic I mentioned last time Lord of the Rings - Reader is reunited with her love, Aragorn (drabble/blurb most likely)Harry Potter (Reminder: Fuck TERFs) - No Strings Part 2 (Lucius x Reader, Snape x Reader) - A cute Sirius drabble

This is in no particular order! There's some other requests that are on my list to write, but these are the ones in the queue already. Still taking Drabble/Blurb requests in particular! For any fandom, but Steve from ST in particular as I'm trying to get more comfortable writing him.

[ex-vengeancedemon]

I have finally resumed the btvs fanfic rendition of The Mummy (1999)! I want to get at least halfway done before I start posting it and I am soooo close. I am dragging this trash pile to the finish line if it kills me

[nouverx]

[WIP] because I'm tempted to paint the first sketch eheh we'll see

[themightyhumanbroom]

This is a friendly reminder to give your OC a firm and unmistakable L every now and then.

This is a necessary action to keep your OC healthy for the long term.

[jailforwriter]

Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰

[jarbaje-dump]

WIP, a mix of a spider and snake's mouth slapped onto a torso. the colors are there to code each section of the mouth, they're not the final colors

[inairbinad]

play me something

I had big plans for @steddie-week, but alas, the last few days have put me through it. So even though I hit a wall with this one, enjoy a little excerpt of my season 2 rewrite (that hopefully I'll finish one day), where Concussed Steve loses any and all ability to hide his giant crush on Eddie.

Day 2 Prompt: Fade to Black, Metallica | 1200 words | Pre-relationship

Before Steve knew what was happening, Eddie hauled him up off the floor of Joyce’s kitchen. Eddie got a solid grip around his waist, then twisted his face towards Steve’s.

“Can you walk?” he asked. Steve liked the way he could feel the little puff of Eddie’s breath on his cheek. He slid his arm around Eddie's shoulders for good measure.

“Think so,” Steve nodded, which set off another round of throbbing pain. He winced, fighting off a wave of nausea, and added, “Don’t let go, though.”

“I won’t,” Eddie promised, and squeezed Steve’s waist tighter. “C’mon, big boy. I gotcha.”

Steve smiled at the nickname, distracted enough to take a minute to realize Eddie was taking him outside instead of towards the couch. “Where are we going?”

“Gotta get out of here before that oaf wakes up,” Eddie nodded towards Billy, passed out on the floor. Steve thought that was probably a good idea.

"You're so strong," Steve marveled, leaning further into Eddie as they made their way into the cool November air. Robin snorted from somewhere behind them, and Eddie chuckled like maybe Steve wasn't making any sense. Steve was about to argue his case, but he saw Max was waiting for them with the car door open.

It was only then that it occurred to Steve that they were stealing Billy’s Camaro. Steve laughed goofily as Eddie helped him fold himself into the back seat, then Robin quickly climbed in beside him. Steve rested his head on her shoulder and focused on not drifting off as the rest of the kids somehow squeezed themselves inside.

“There’s too many people in this car,” Steve pointed out as he watched Mike climb into Dustin’s lap, then as Max and Lucas squashed themselves into the front seat together.

“Thanks, mom,” Mike groused. Robin did the honors of flicking his ear for Steve.

Eddie finally climbed into the driver’s side, then twisted around to check on Steve again. “You okay?”

“Eh,” Steve shrugged, but offered Eddie a small smile. Eddie's grin in return was lopsided, almost fond, and Steve had to reel in the urge to lean over and kiss his rapidly blackening eye better.

That got a little easier when Eddie faced forward and turned the ignition. The sound of electric guitar went screeching through the cabin, and Steve grimaced from the way it made his ears ring anew. Without even having to look at Steve’s face, Eddie quickly turned the volume down with a muttered apology tossed over his shoulder.

Steve wondered if Eddie had ever been concussed before. He would have asked, but he had to focus pretty hard on not throwing up once the car started moving.

“Sorry to say, but I think the only redeeming quality about your step-brother is his taste in music, Red,” Eddie said after a while. Steve hadn’t really been listening, but he wasn’t surprised that whatever Billy had left playing in his tape deck was right up Eddie’s alley.

“You would say that,” Max scoffed, but Steve could see the way she smiled at Eddie across the center console.

“How’s he doing back there, Buckley?” Eddie called back, and Robin squeaked when she saw that he turned around to look for the briefest of moments.

“How are you doing?” Robin countered at a near screech. “Keep your eyes on the road! Steve’s fine!”

“Am I?” Steve groaned, mostly in response to her volume.

“Yes, you are,” Robin insisted, then went back to petting his head in soothing strokes. Steve let himself get lost in that, and the low hum of whatever Billy had been listening to before he came and rocked Steve’s head half to hell with a dinner plate.

“What are we listening to?” Steve asked as Eddie pulled into a gas station. It didn’t immediately strike him as odd that Lucas and Max got out instead of Eddie, and that they didn’t actually seem to be putting gas in the car. He was too busy looking at Eddie’s face as he turned around in the driver’s seat and gave Steve the softest smile he’d ever seen.

“Metallica,” Eddie answered. “For Whom the Bell Tolls, specifically…and ironically. Is it hurting your head?”

Steve didn’t know why that was ironic, but he thought maybe he might get the chance to find out if he kept Eddie talking.

“No,” Steve answered, barely daring to shake his head. He was happy to realize it didn’t make him want to barf anymore. “You just never got the chance to play me something.”

Steve didn’t realize how his voice was positively dripping with affection until he caught Mike making a face at him out of the corner of his eye.

Robin laughed nervously and said, “Geez, dingus. You sound delirious.”

Eddie rolled his eyes at Robin, winked at Steve, and then turned back around so he could fast forward to the next song. The softest of the guitar riffs Steve had heard on this tape so far started up, and he immediately sunk into it like a warm bath.

“How’s that?” Eddie asked, looking back at him again. Like maybe all he really wanted in that moment was to take care of Steve.

“I like it,” Steve said with a dopey smile.

“Good,” Eddie grinned back. Then he pointed his forefinger at Steve, and the streetlight gently glinted off the silver of his skull ring. “Just because this song’s called Fade to Black, don’t get any ideas.”

“I won’t,” Steve promised, feeling the dip of disappointment in his gut when Max and Lucas climbed back into the car, and Eddie had to focus on driving instead of him again. He realized that they were accompanied by the loud sound of sloshing when Eddie pulled back onto the road. “What—?”

Eddie looked almost guilty from what Steve could see from the side of his face, and the way his shoulders hitched up around his ears.

“Where are we actually going?” Steve asked warily, even though he already knew.

“The tunnels,” all the kids said in unison.

“I thought I said no!” Steve tried to sound stern but it came out as more of a whine.

Robin patted his shoulder in sympathy and said, “Your kids overruled us.”

“How?” Steve asked, incredulous. He realized the three of them were outnumbered, but these dweebs were small. “Eds?”

Steve watched Eddie clench his hands around the steering wheel before he answered.

“Look, Stevie,” Eddie said, sounding like he was leveling with him. “I’ll turn around—”

“WHAT?” all the kids, again, yelled together.

“Let me finish!” Eddie hissed over them. Steve appreciated the way he got them to shut the fuck up without yelling. “I think their plan is solid, Steve. I also think even if I do turn around, they’ll knock me and Buckley out and steal this car again the minute I do. Because your children are kind of scary.”

Max looked entirely smug as she turned around and wiggled her eyebrows at Steve from the front seat.

“Steve, you promised to keep us safe,” Dustin cut in with a surprisingly rational tone. He leaned around Robin and looked Steve in the eye as he gave him a pretty convincing puppy dog stare. “He's right. We're doing this either way, but we'd rather do it with you. So keep us safe. Please?”

Steve paused, even though he knew he wasn’t gonna keep arguing the point. They already had the goddamn gas and everything.

“Why are they my kids?” Steve grumbled, and Eddie laughed.

[leatafandom]

Okay, I’m gonna ask about Conversations in the Dark since I love that song <3 although I’m also intrigued by Sweet Tooth as a title, feels like that could go a couple of very different ways lol, I’m picturing either horror or smut or both??

Hiii dear, thank you so much for asking! I love that song too, it's such a good one. This is actually an older WIP I kept out since I still really like it. It's a sabriel (of course xD) and a song fic where Sam and Gabriel finally talk about their relationship and use the darkness of a room as a buffer to feel more comfortable about the conversation. It's an angst fest and a half. Here's a little snipping.

Talk, let's have conversations in the dark

Gabriel’s silhouette visibly stiffened in the darkness. "Sure, Sam, we can talk…" he cleared his throat shifting in his seat, this time moving from against Sam's side. 

Sam sucked in a hard breath through his teeth at the loss of contact. The brunette frowned, looking away from the archangel towards the television, turning it off and basking in the darkness. He swallowed glancing at the yellow lights that lined the hallway as the room stayed dark. 

"Bout what champ?" Hesitation colored Gabriel’s tone.

Watch movies that we've both already seen

Sam could practically feel the buzz of Gabriel's anxious grace in the air. "Us," he ventured a hand scraping over his jaw before sliding around the back of his neck. "Do you…" Sam sighed feeling the archangel shift but unable to make out more than his outline in the dim light semi hating that Gabriel could probably make out his every facial tic while he couldn't see him at all. "Do you not wanna be around me anymore?" He finally asked with a wave of his hand. 

"No. No, I don't want that," Gabriel shifted more, looking at the brunette before turning away. "I like hanging out with you," he said, pausing and Sam thought he would say more, but the hunter could hear the crinkle of cellophane and chewing. 

Sam thought about the archangel's response before shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t you look at me now?” He could feel the twitch of Gabriel’s vessel beside him despite the distance the shorter being had put between them on the cushions. “I thought… I thought maybe it was just something new. That you had trouble with and would do to everyone. But you don’t do it with everyone, just me.” 

“I look at you! What are you talking about? I look at you all the time,” Gabriel rebutted, scoffing at the idea in the dark.

I ain't even looking at the screen, It's true, I got my eyes on you

"I've been lookin’ at you all night," he admitted in a quiet voice, half covered by the crunch of forgotten potato chips.

Ha! Omg you know me so well, that's freaking hilarious. I honestly laughed so much because weirdly Sweet Tooth is actually a fluffy little piece, a sabriel piece. Sam ends up buying/owning a bakery and Gabe is the baker/general manger he hires. I was trying to write something that was only fluff for once. Unsurprisingly, I have not gotten super far in writing it. Maybe I will turn it into a horror/smut fic at this point... that would be easier to finish lol But here is a little bit from the little bit I actually wrote.

"Hey Gabe," Sam greeted walking to meet him at the counter. "How did this morning go?" Sam asked knowing that Gabriel had already been there for hours preparing for the day. 

"Easy Peasy," Gabriel said with a shrug, tilting his head as his eyes drifted over Sam as the taller man opened his suit jacket and leaned his forearm on the counter. A sound of breezy approval leaving his lips. "I got it perfect this time." 

Sam's brows arched in surprise and excitement, his grin growing. "Really? You figured it out?" 

"Was there ever a doubt?" Gabriel smirked, brows bouncing as he reached below the counter for the covered plate he had kept for Sam's visit. 

Sam had been more than happy when Gabriel had expressed his want to bring back some of the original sweets, but they hadn't left any of the recipes behind when Sam bought the store. Sam hadn't doubted him to be honest Gabriel was amazing with an oven and had loved this shop just as much as Sam had when they were kids. He had been the natural choice when Sam had been looking for a new baker last year. The brunette smiled pulling off the lid and grinning at the double fudge and white chocolate chip brownies. 

"In you? Never," Sam laughed, picking one of the three up. "Unless I need you to pick me up at the airport," he teased with a crooked smile. 

For ask me about my WIPS

[your-absent-father]

I think people misunderstand "x fell first, y fell harder " trope because it's not about like the one who fell harder loves the other person harder. It's just that the one who fell first falls in a graceful way, one step at the time, maybe gradually over a span of time. The one who fell harder smashes trough the air, there's blood everywhere, everything is fine-

[j3nmy]

I always come bac-...

[cranberrycore]

Y’all like lesbian monster yuri?