#even putting frat cake on here was a bold move on my part

[clumsyclifford]

wip list game

hiii i was saying we haven’t had a tag game going round in a hot sec and hazel sent me this one and i was like yeah i can start this off again! it seems to be a combination tag game & ask game SO

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a snippet of it or tell you something about it!

now.........i do not have a WIP folder. so i am just going to trawl through my docs and write down titles as i see them. i also absolutely am reserving the right to not include one if it’ll spoil a plot/concept i don’t want ~revealed~

baseball time baseball time baseball time

frat cake frat cake frat cake

driving jalex

i AM going to captain the [redacted] ship try and stop me

gifts jalex

miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine for a niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

sighs in not allowed in the nsfw channel

hey mr teacher man,

CATCHER RIAN ROCK STAR ALEX

Untitled document [ :) i just started this today. it has two lines in it but i’m PLANNING to continue writing it]

i have redacted the pairing in that one title because i refuse to give it away until i post it if ever. the rest of this is pretty transparent. don’t know why the first two are just the same two-word phrase repeated three times i guess i’m just like that

ANYWAY this was fun. i guess if you wanna ask me about any of these docs feel free to do so ! can’t promise i’ll tell you anything but then again i have a compulsive need to Talk About Myself so maybe i will. who knows. i shall now tag @allsassnoclass @ashtcnirwin @tirednotflirting (even tho u basically just made this post) @reveriesofawriter and uhhh how about @igarbagecannoteven :) have fun yall

#in fairness i didnt include the ones with boring self evident names #like 'SPN AU' #partly because it's obvious and not entertaining but #mostly also because i consider that one less WIP and more On Hiatus #yknow #and i dont want to get anyones hopes up posting a very obvious title for a fic i may never finish #also i realize this is a fair amount but i honestly thought i had more active WIPs #i guess i did finish one or two recently maybe #and i also didnt include elevator fic or halloween event fic for the simple reason that i have not started writing them yet #and don't know what they're gonna be #and therefore they do not count as wips yet #lmao #stuff #tag games #even putting frat cake on here was a bold move on my part #but since i started that one relatively recently i felt like maybe it was okay #even though........uh............low odds on continuing it anytime soon #i dont like it either guys.

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

infringe, says you to yourself

Infringe

The box fell onto the table with a cardboard thunk, the pieces inside clattering impatiently. Warren glanced from the screen of his phone to the colorful board game as it shouted its obnoxious slogan from the front of the lid, then landed his exasperated gaze on the man who dropped it in the first place. He was met with a cheeky grin and an equally obnoxious clap of the hands.

“Let’s turn that frown upside down!”

“Tucker,” Warren groaned. “Please. No.”

Tucker executed a weird flip of his elbow-length obsidian hair and shook his butt from side to side as he kept himself bent over the table. “You need to smile today, friend!”

“I only just stopped smiling from the entire weed cake I ate by myself at graduation.” Warren set his phone face-down on the table. “No thanks to you or anybody else, by the way.”

“Wow, I followed you all the way to Arizona to be your roommate and this is the thanks I get? All sorts of wrong.”

“You didn’t even know I applied here, loser. Just let me sulk.”

Picking up the box, Tucker shrugged and flopped his beanpole self onto his bed. “Suit yourself. You should know, though, that there’s this girl that’s been asking about you. Something about your eyes or whatever, I think she said she thought you were hot.”

Warren scrunched his nose. “God, seriously? Already? Usually it’s like…three blissful years before anyone fucking notices me.”

“She’s coming to the party that’s being thrown down the hall, you going?”

“Can I not and say I did?”

“Nah, brah, you gotta go. You could meet your soulmate there.”

Warren scoffed. “Right. My soulmate probably isn’t even in this galaxy.”

He did attend the party, though as he downed his first cup of alcohol he realized that despite his initial grumbling he was, in fact, having a pretty decent time. He flitted from group to group as vaguely electronic indie music played unchallenged in the background, surprising himself with his chattiness, participating in a rousing game of beer pong that ended with one of the frat guys spilling half the last cup down the front of his sweater.

A girl shoved a succulent in his face. “Wanna succ?!”

Warren blinked at the pastel pink bowl vase and the small tuft of Dudleya under his nose. He finished the three-point shot of his empty cup into the trash can. “Uh…bathroom?”

The girl, whose short afro perfectly complemented the shiny gold skater skirt she wore, took a step back in apprehension. “Uh…wait, what?”

“I gotta piss.”

“Oh! Oh, god, I’m sorry!” She laughed and pointed to the succulent. “I thought you were…never mind, I’ll let you go then!”

Warren watched her turn to swim through the crowd with her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. “Wait, what’s your name?”

“Keeya!” she called over her shoulder as she waited awkwardly for a mountain of a vape-smoker to make room for her to squeeze through his group.

“You wouldn’t happen to be the one who’s been spreading the rumor that I’m hot, would you? That’s a closely guarded secret and I may have to report you for it.”

Keeya turned around flashed him a brilliant smile. “Damn it…how’d you know?”

Warren grinned, hand searching for the bathroom doorknob behind him. “Just a wild guess.”

“You a freshman?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yup. Moved in last week.”

Warren tipped his head, still blindly flailing for the knob. “So…? Is it the eyes?”

Keeya nodded emphatically. “Oh, without question. You get that a lot?”

“More than I ever wanted. Hey, can I come back in a minute when I’m not about to wet myself because I can’t seem to perform the simple task of locating a fucking doorknob?”

Keeya laughed again and Warren hurried into the bathroom.

The two of them were practically inseparable for the rest of the party, talking with each other alone or with other people, making a game out of introducing one another to people they’d never met before. When the party showed signs of wearing down, Keeya instantly pitched in to help the clean-up process. Warren followed, picking cups with dregs of beer still in them out of partygoers’ hands, much to their annoyance.

“Bold moves, Cougar,” Keeya said, holding the trash bag open for him to dispose of the cups. “You could get your lights knocked out for something like that.”

“Oh, I know,” Warren said. He nodded toward a scowling goth girl in the corner of the dorm. “Wednesday over there’s probably sifting through her apothecary in her mind right now for the right dosage of hemlock to slip into my next drink.”

“I would’ve said arsenic.”

“You too, huh?”

They continued their housekeeper jobs until only a handful of people were left, talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. Keeya tied the last trash bag shut and left it by the open front door.

“Well, this is where I leave you,” she said. “Unless you wanna ask me out for coffee or something.”

Warren spotted Tucker in the hall, making strange gestures at a group of girls who looked more parts bewildered than amused. He sighed and turned his attention back to Keeya.

“I’m not who you think I am,” he said. “My name’s not Warren Cougar, it’s Reginald Branthwaite IV, and my father owns half of this university.”

“Are you stalling?” Her eyes searched his face in question, on the verge of cautious hope, maybe a low expectation.

He swallowed. “Um…yeah. Okay. Let’s get coffee.”

He didn’t speak much the entire time, busied himself with his usual black coffee and milk. Hands shifting uneasily over the cardboard sleeve of the cup. Keeya certainly noticed, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk their way back to campus.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Warren looked at her, surprised. “…Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

The way she said it made his heart twist. “No, it’s not…I just….” He paused, unsure what his brain wanted his mouth to say. “…I’m not entirely sure I’m looking for a relationship right now. And…I don’t know if that’s what you’re expecting or if you’re cool with just being friends, or….”

Keeya raised her eyebrows. “You thought I wanted to start dating you? Sweetie, no, I’m in a committed relationship with my sociology professor.”

Warren let out a huge snort of coffee and clamped his hand over his mouth to keep it from spraying everywhere. Half-choking, he signaled to give him a minute to make sure he wasn’t about to literally die. “O-okay,” he coughed. “I’m sorry. That was…great.”

“Gotcha for a second, didn’t I?”

“Point two seconds.”

“I’ll forgive the conceit since you’re hot and all.”

Warren, infinitely more relaxed now, smiled and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Like on a scale of one to ten…?”

“After that display, like, a fifteen at least.”

A week or so into the beginning of classes, Warren came home to find his dorm room had been turned inside out and Tucker sat on his own bed, glancing wearily around at the clothes and books strewn about the floor. The chaos had been concentrated more to Warren’s side, the things that once made a home on his desk now littering his bed and the couch.

“What the hell happened? Were we robbed?”

Tucker shook his head. “Nah, this lady came in and ransacked the place, dude. I tried to stop her but she was determined. I think she was looking for something. She was on your laptop for a long time.”

Warren strode over to his desk and opened his laptop. It was still on and with a few clicks, he determined that his social media had been raided.

“Who would do this?” He scrolled through the pages of his first course assignment that had been read by the culprit. “What the fuck…?”

Keeya appeared in the doorway. “Hey, is everything okay? People are saying some woman was in here destroying you guys’ things?”

“I don’t think she destroyed anything,” Tucker said. “She sure did wanna get into Warren’s stuff, though.”

Warren discovered half of his security programs were missing. In the recycling bin, thankfully, and he restored them to their original state, his brow furrowed. “Tucker, what did she look like?”

“Uh…she was average build, black hair to her shoulders, bangs, I think she had…brown eyes?”

Warren’s fingers paused over the keys. He turned to Tucker and his frown deepened. “Did she look a little like me?”

Tucker and Keeya exchanged a look. He smoothed a hand over his bun and scrutinized Warren’s face. “I dunno?”

“Wait, is she related to you?” Keeya asked.

The lack of emotion in Warren’s chest as he pieced together what happened surprised him. He slumped in his chair, folding his arms and sighing deeply. “Yeah.”

“Who is she and what did she want?”

“I think it was my sister.” Warren ran a hand through his hair, dreading the incoming months if it meant having to deal with this all of the time. He should’ve realized it would end up this way; after their last encounter the week following his arrival into Arizona, he had the strangest sense that he wasn’t going to get any rest. “She’s keeping tabs on me.”

“What? Why?”

He contemplated explaining the entire situation, starting with how just last year he was hospitalized for almost finding himself at the bottom of Ruria Lake and how the only one who put him there was himself. He almost opened up about a couple of weeks ago, sitting in front of his aunt’s house up north in his shitty car with no air conditioning, staring through the windshield as Layla screamed at him through the window, calling him names, accusing him of being selfish, that he didn’t care about the family at all, that he only decided to go to college in Arizona to play the victim card, all while Adam watched from the house.

In lieu of that, he shook his head. “She’s a bitch sometimes, that’s all. I mean, I knew that my whole life, but this is a new low.”

The other two were quiet for a second.

Keeya cleared her throat. “Want us to be your family now?”

Tucker shrugged again. “We can get all up in your personal space and wreck your shit for you instead.”

Warren grinned despite the fact that he didn’t really want to smile at all. “Thanks. I’ll be okay. I always am.”

He reassured them that he was okay until they went off to get something to eat. He told them he’d be with them soon. When they were gone, he brought up his various social media accounts on his phone, steadily deleting them one by one. It was a temporary fix, but he needed to do it. He could handle being seen as the weirdo without the apps, but he couldn’t handle any more abuse from his family.

For a second he stopped, having accidentally scrolled onto a picture of Adam with what looked to be a newborn in his arms. He admired the photo briefly, the subtle smile on his brother’s face as he cradled the child with care.

Warren hesitated. Only slightly. “Yeah, fuck you, too, buddy,” he muttered, deleting his own profile. Then he tossed his phone onto his bed and followed his friends out of the dorms.

#WLC birthday asks #profile: Warren #original writing #I used a random word generator for this and the next one #yeah I'm not quite proud of this one #oh well they can't all be winners #ringedplanetshirt