#wip teaser

[decembermidnight]

Regardless of how The Bad Batch is going to end, you're getting the sweetest, fluffiest Hunter breeding kink from me.

[pellaaearien]

Last Line Tag Game!

@five-and-dimes, @seiya-starsniper, @cuubism, @moorishflower and @tj-dragonblade ALL tagged me in a last line tag game; alas, my mind is like a sieve. I cower in your shadows. @mulderscully also tagged me in a WIP teaser game, thank you so much everyone <3 I feel so loved!

Here's a teaser from the upcoming sequel to AWFA:

“You insist on feeding me, Hob Gadling.” Having finished his examination of the sweater, Dream joins him in the kitchen, where it is clear Hob is making more than one portion. He’s standing slightly oddly, putting Hob in mind of a pet who’s had something put on them that they haven’t worked out how they feel about yet. “Absolutely I do,” Hob replies stoutly, chopping peppers. “Until you stop looking like you need it.” “I can change my appearance whenever I wish.” Hob levels Dream with a look. “Like I said.”

I'm not going to tag anyone since it's been a million years, but it means so much that y'all thought of me <3

[poppy-pelican]

Teaser for my Royai WIP

So, I dusted off this baby. I left off a couple years ago and it was 9k of Roy being an ass in denial throughout canon. It's all very, "We are just friends! Why does everyone think we're together?"

Then Riza loses it because she thinks Roy was killed.

"Wait a second. Wait. Does...Hawkeye have feelings for me?"

"Nah. No way. She's too smart for that."

Then she's taken as a hostage under Bradley and Roy is like, "Okay. Fuck. Why does it feel like someone has carved my heart out of my chest? Why do I miss her so much? WTF!"

I love to torture Roy and I don't know why.

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Untitled WIP snippet

Roy knew from a young age what type of woman he liked—the beautiful girls who worked for his aunt. Willowy and soft, or with plentiful curves in the right places. They had long hair and painted their lips. They wore flowery perfumes.

As an apprentice to Berthold Hawkeye, teenage Roy spent much of his limited free time chasing the experienced village girls who liked the idea of fooling around with an aspiring alchemist.

Riza Hawkeye, boyish in both looks and demeanor, plus much too young for him, wasn’t on his radar. And he wasn’t on her radar at all. When she was fourteen, she accidentally walked out the door right when he was kissing his girlfriend on the doorstep.

Riza turned bright red and immediately retreated back into the safety of the house. She had recovered by the time Roy bumped into her in the kitchen.

“Sorry about that,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously. He didn’t want to get in trouble with Master Hawkeye for traumatizing his innocent child. “I didn’t mean to give you a terrible memory.”

“Yes, it was kind of terrible. I don’t think you’re supposed to suck both lips into your mouth.”

“Apology rescinded,” he said, tossing a bread roll at her head which she easily dodged. Riza so rarely insulted him, but when she did, she didn’t hold back.

She could tear a man down with just a few words. Roy preferred girls who showered him with flirtatious praise. Maybe it was because Master Hawkeye was constantly dragging Roy’s ego through the mud, but he craved even the shallowest praise from his girlfriends.

Riza clearly took after her father with her barbs.

[btsgotjams27]

lolol I missed a word 🤪 but another teaser from the backup plan.

[lyledraws]

Peekaboo!

[cariantha]

What would have been the outcome if Sawyer had discovered that she was pregnant whilst ethan was in the amazon?

Hi there!

I woke up this morning and as I was lying there not wanting to get up yet, I played this entire AU out in my mind. And before I could forget it, I drafted an outline today and put it my WIP queue to share in the future.

Here's a preview of the text Sawyer sends to Ethan while he's still in the Amazon.

I didn’t want to have to do this in text

But since you won’t return my calls…

(insert sonogram photo)

I’m pregnant

8 weeks along

And in case there’s any doubt…

It’s yours

I plan to keep it 

I know you never pictured yourself with kids 

If you don’t want this, I’ll understand 

I’m prepared to move back to Arizona 

I’ve already talked with Naveen about transferring my residency

But if you do want to be a part of their life, then we have a lot of talking to do when you get back

I hate that I had to tell you this way

I didn’t know what else to do 

It was too much of a burden to carry on my own

And I wanted you to have time to think about what you want before coming home

So, what's the final outcome? That will depend on Ethan's next move. Stay tuned...

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

APS Book One Excerpt (1)

Taken from "Chapter One: The Pub and the Peril."

If you wish to see the WIP intro for more information, you may find it here.

I exhaled slowly. "For the last time, Caster, that guy insisted on us coming to this place, and he wasn't gonna give up. There was no choice, okay? I promised him thirty minutes here, and then we'd leave." Lifting up my wristwatch, I checked the time. 1:20 A.M. "We have ten minutes left anyway, so don't worry. We'll get outta here soon, and I promise I'll pass you the aux cord when we get in the car to make up for it. Deal?"

Caster paused for one, two… three moments. "Fair enough. But can you please remove that book from the table and do something other than read?" He shot a pointed glance at the comic near my half-full glass of tequila. "I'm afraid you'll spill your drink and soil the pages."

"Oh, come on, I'm not that clumsy! It won't spill!" I replied.

Silence dropped on us like a weighted blanket, and Caster simply raised a brow that clearly said, Are you sure about that? 

Two seconds passed and I bit my lip, backtracking to all the moments I'd soaked pages with water or coffee (plus the time when I had to ban myself from having paper and liquid near each other for a couple weeks…).

"Okay, I take it back," I muttered, pulling the book off the desk and slipping it into my bag. "So what do you wanna do?”

He shrugged. “Say, do you have any homework to finish?”

“Um…” I paused. “I don't know why I'd do homework now of all times, but yeah, I do. It’s just one art assignment that’s due in…” I checked my watch. “Negative two hours.”

Caster clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head. “You procrastinated again, didn’t you?”

Glancing away, I fidgeted uncomfortably in my seat. “Yes… and I knew I was probably gonna miss the deadline… Look, I don’t even know why I chose this art major, okay?” 

I didn’t even want to. Not because I hated art, but because I’d probably fail at it — just like always. 

“You did so because you knew what you wanted,” Caster replied (also, no I didn't Caster; you're wrong). “But now… it seems like you’re wasting it, no offense. However, at least you had your desires in mind. I still don’t, and therefore that puts me at a level lower than you.”

Yeah, of course I was wasting it. Because I wasn’t any good at it, and therefore lost all the passion for it. Where was the reason in wanting to do something if I just messed it up? Exactly. No reason at all.

But of course, I didn’t mention that — because it would be horribly unhelpful — so I just raised a brow and said, "I mean, at least you aren't forcing yourself to go down your family's path. I don't think anyone wants to support the government. Give yourself some credit, man."

And at least he was actually getting straight A's in his law and business course. Saying that wouldn’t help, though, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Very true, but what I do now still doesn't please me.” Caster bit his lip. “I… could try something else, but…”

“Well, if you were to disregard your position in life right now, what would you wanna be?”

Just as I finished speaking, the fancy glass doors to the bar suddenly swung open, and in came three people wearing dark clothing. But they were strolling around casually, so I disregarded it. Why bother with other people's business? I wasn't like Desmond.

"If I could choose anything… a vigilante, I suppose." Caster tapped his chin. "Both of us have super abilities, so is it not best to make the most of them?"

... Even if that was impossible, he still wanted something to do in his life. (It made me realize how I didn't want to do anything at all.)

I sighed, pushing away my irrelevant, personal thoughts. "Okay, I didn't say, 'throw logic out the window,' but… alrighty then. That's not feasible though, and you know why. Or rather, it's not smart. Like, I'm not exposing my hydrokinesis just to do that."

"Firstly, you said, 'disregard your position in life right now,'" Caster argued. "So therefore, my answer is still valid."

"I meant, 'disregard the fact that you're a uni student who doesn't exactly know what he's doing.' Not 'disregard the fact that superpowers" — I lowered my voice, even if nobody could hear — "are supposed to be kept secret.'"

Pushing his long ponytail over his shoulder, Caster sighed. "Well, I've still been pondering the idea. Vigilantes are bound to exist with inefficient police forces plaguing Codex. So there must be some superhumans out there who take matters into their own hands."

"Well, sure, but if they did, they'd get caught. It's kinda easy to expose your abilities when you're battling criminals."

"If you think about it, however, Codex has been dealing with the issue of magic powers since 9050, so perhaps it’s not so — wait, wait, I should take that back…" Caster shook his head. 

"Yeah, not the best point to make. When Codex was dealing with Exelonians… You know, it wasn't pleasant, with prisons and torture and war and all. Adding superhumans — who have an even wider range of abilities Exelonians— to the mix is only gonna cause more trouble," I replied. "So, to sum it up: the idea of vigilantes is great, but I hate the reality of it."

My friend paused. "I admit, you raise a fair point. But really, don't you think that life is so dull…"

"Ack! Hey, stop! What are you doing?"

The shout came from across the room, forcing me to flinch.

I knew it was bad manners to look away when someone was talking, but what was going on at the front of the bar? 

My eyes widened when my gaze landed on the scene playing out in front of me.

The three people who entered earlier had cleared the way of the dance floor, and the largest one in the trio… was holding Desmond in a chokehold.

What. The. Hell. 

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[captainsy-cookiemonster]

A little teaser for my current wip👀

Finished fic here

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the ground before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little, before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

 Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

[buckyownsmylife]

WIP teaser: Ben Barnes x Bff!Reader

The one where Ben's your best friend and his girlfriend has every right to feel jealous

[sabiekay]

✨ WIP TEASER ✨ - Unnamed Jimin drabble

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Rating: PG to PG-13 (for language)

Genre: FLUFFFF

Summary: Jimin comforts you after a terrible day at work

Release Date: 🤷🏻‍♀️ I make zero promises but hopefully sometime this year

I’m posting this little teaser as a bit of a boost to myself to actually finish writing my projects after going through stressful work crap and burnout. I’m also experimenting with using present tense, so let me know what you think!

Snippet after the clip!

Quickly closing the gap, Jimin embraces you in a warm hug, placing his chin on your shoulder. You could feel the storm clouds disappearing as you melt in his arms, lifting your arms to return his hug tenfold.

“See, isn’t this better?” You nod into his body as Jimin tightens his hold.

The pair of you stand like that for a moment, syncing your breathing as one.

A deep sigh gets pressed into his shoulder. “The train was so gross today,” you mumble, not even bothering to move your face from his shirt. “It smelled like something died, then had someone piss on its corpse. Repeatedly. For months.”

Air sputters from Jimin’s mouth as he tries to hold back his laughter. You even feel his body tremble beneath your fingers from the effort. One slight push from you breaks him completely - he nearly topples over as his loud cackles rattles through the apartment.

“Stop it! It’s not that funny!” you cry as you try not to be swayed by his contagious laughter.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” Jimin holds his hands up in peace, a symbolic gesture of trying to get back into your good graces. But the silence is short lived as he only lasts a few seconds before deeply laughing again.

This time though, you can’t help yourself and join in.

[btsgotjams27]

a little something coming soon! <3

[tabswrites]

Heads Up Seven Up/Current WIP!

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7 lines from the new prologue in What We Long For:

A dark figure crawled out of the room on all fours, back hunched and head low to the ground. I noticed a blue and orange friendship bracelet fastened around its left wrist. The realization sucked the life out of me. I collapsed and the creature formerly known as my father raced to my side.

He hovered over me, like an animal about to devour its prey. A bone-chilling emptiness had replaced the warmth behind his eyes. Vera’s screams behind me did nothing to deter him. Thick fingers, rough from years of working in a kitchen, wrapped around my throat. Fire ignited in my lungs as we stared at each other, my fear-stricken arms no match for his adult strength.

A picture frame collided with his head, sending him into a fit of rage. The grip on my neck relaxed as he rose to his feet and let out a low growl. I coughed and gasped, desperate for air. I was helpless once again, watching as he stepped around me to approach Vera.

She snatched another frame off the wall and aimed it at his head. “Get away from him!” She pleaded, her voice breaking on the last word. “Please, Dad.”

His body twitched, neck bending at an unnatural angle. He bared his teeth and pounced, knocking both her and the frame to the floor in a single leap. “Let me go!” He roared, grabbing her by the shoulders and slamming her into the ground. “Let me go. Let me go. Let me GO!” The floorboards creaked and groaned with every slam. Vera let out a cry, fingers reaching outwards for something, anything to help.

[lord-fallen]

“Make me a god,” she pleaded. It did not matter if she was driven by despair. “You think you're worth bending the rules for?” He rasped, tracing the contour of her color-drained – to his observation, beautiful – face with the back of his finger. "...Worthy to become a god?"