#wip: take me back to san fransisco

[getmehighonmagic]

WIP Wednesday, February 28th 2024

I come with a new banner and something exciting today! So thank you for the tags @kiwiana-writes @magicandarchery and @eusuntgratie ♥

I've been working on a new fic and I'm writing it like I've got nothing else on my mind, so I'm here to share the visual, a tiny snippet, and the song it was inspired by!

“I love that it’s never really dark out here,” Alex says later, when they’re walking along the shore, hands clasped between them. “The stars are so bright, it looks like they’re reflecting off of the ocean.” Henry stares at his side profile, aware of the dreamy smile that tugs the corners of his mouth up. He briefly wonders if this is what love at first sight feels like, but shrugs the thought off as soon as the weight of it hits him. He may write about it in his novels, but that’s fiction; anything can happen in fiction. Henry doesn’t believe in love at first sight. People are never what they seem when you first meet them. So why does holding Alex’s hand on the beach in Half Moon Bay feel like fate?

Okay, see you soon!

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[captainjunglegym]

WIP Wednesday - 14/02/2024

Okay good wednesday all!

I was tagged by @eusuntgratie and @sunnysideprince, thanks my pals you're both stars :)

This is a WIP that may not ever see the light of day because it could get fucking dark, but it combines my love (and my area of academic study) of 1970s politics in the US, grassroots movements, queer history, and California.

So here we have Untitled 70s San Fransisco fic (loosely based on Harvey Milk and prop 6):

Summary:

It's 1978 and they're on the cusp of something big for their community. Alex thinks it's freedom. Henry thinks it's the other thing.

Excerpt:

“I wanna do something,” Alex says, hand tracing a line up and down Henry’s back. Henry doesn’t lift his head from Alex’s chest. “Like what?” “I don’t know. I.” He pauses. “I just really want to make a difference… I love this city. I feel so, I don’t know…safe here sometimes. Like we can have a proper life. A good life. And friends and a community.” Henry hums. He knows how San Francisco feels. It’s why he’s here. It’s why he’s travelled five and a half thousand miles. He wants a life and friends and a community. He wants to be able to kiss his boyfriend in the street and hold hands in the grocery store. The Castro is almost a utopia compared to the shit he’d been through back in England in his stuffy life with his stuffy, bigoted family. But the bubble feels like it’s going to burst. Like there’s something on the horizon that is going to take it all away. “Politics is the way,” Alex continues quietly. “I’m gonna run for the board, I’m gonna win, and there’s gonna be so much that I can do for our community. We’re gonna be so fucking free.” Henry kisses Alex’s chest. He loves him when he gets like this. He loves him all the time. He loves him like it’s coded into his DNA, like an autonomic response to being alive, like breathing, like your heart beating. He loves him. He loves him but he doesn’t believe him. His grizzled old heart might beat for Alex, but it remembers the slurs, the beatings, the laws that keep him caged in a world he's told isn't meant for him.

no pressure tags: @nocoastposts @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead and others if ya nasty. (man i need more writing mutuals, hit me up)

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[cdelphiki]

I’m writing the next chapter of The Best Things now. This will probably be a tomorrow thing, once it’s done. 😬 Sorry I’ve been so bad about keeping to schedule the past couple months, but it’s a work in progress. 

I ended up switching the POV from what I’ve been working on all weekend and it’s coming out SO MUCH EASIER now. So we’ll see if I’m able to get it done tonight or if it’ll still be a tomorrow thing. I’ve got work tomorrow so I can only stay up another half hour or so. But we’ll see!

I’m gonna give y’all a sneak peek at a whumptober fic in the meantime, just as a sort of sorry for not updating anything lately. 😂 It’s a super-work-in-progress (meaning this entire thing might get revised) but I am excited about the concept:

Untitled Baby Tim & Bruce WIP, set after The Best Things, but nothing spoiler-y. Assuming we all already know Bruce is taking Tim and Cass in permanently. LOL  

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Bruce avoided business trips at all cost. He tried his best to force all trips to be contained into a single day. He owned a plane. He could take off first thing in the morning and return late that night. No big deal.

He hated business trips. Too much ‘networking,’ meaning too many people trying to kiss up to him, too many fake smiles, too many drinks avoided, and far, far too many meetings.

Which is why when it became clear in mid-June that he’d have to travel to San Fransisco for a week-long trip, Bruce just groaned.

Right there. In front of Lucius and everything.

It didn’t get him out of it.

The kids were not nearly as fazed by it as Bruce thought they’d be. He supposed they were used to him having to go away for a few days a time.

Usually it was League business, but the result was all the same for them.

At least League business was typically more enjoyable than a week’s worth of meetings.

“Kay, whatever,” had been Jason’s response, when Bruce told them all at dinner the night he found out, “you gotta bring me back something, though.”

“Yeah,” Damian shouted, “presents!”

Bruce sighed and looked over to where Cass and Tim sat next to each other, to his left. Cass grinned at his attention, then took another bite of her dinner. He was fairly certain she’d understood his announcement. If she had something to say about it, she would have said it.

Tim stared back at him for a beat, then asked, almost uninterested, “When will you be back?”

“Friday.”

“Okay,” he said, with a nod. And that was that.

At least. Bruce thought that was that.

Because when it came time for him to leave Sunday night, everything broke down.

“Be good for Alfred,” he said to the kids, who were all sitting in the living room playing a card game together. He tried to give each of them a goodbye hug, but they were far more interested in their game than they were in saying good-bye.

It was amusing.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason said, as Bruce leaned over the couch and wrapped an arm around him, “Okay. Bye. Now get off me, old man.”

Bruce chuckled as he moved over to Damian, who actually stood up on the couch to give him a proper hug with an upbeat, “Bye, Dad!” as he did.

Cassandra grinned wide and let Bruce hug her as she said, “Yes. Good. See you.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Bruce said as he let go.  

Then he turned to Tim, with the intention of giving him a hug, too, but paused.

Because Tim was sitting there, stiffly.

Bruce rounded the coffee table so he was right next to Tim’s armchair and knelt down, making himself level with Tim.  When he held his arm out, asking for a hug, however, the dam burst.

“Don’t go,” Tim cried, not leaning forward for Bruce to hug him, “You aren’t supposed to go.”

With a sigh, Bruce set his shoulder bag down on the floor and moved to be right in front of his son. “Tim, buddy,” he said, running a hand up and down Tim’s arm, “It’s just for five days. It’s okay.”

“That’s what they always say,” Tim whined, as he pressed the palm of his hand into one of his eyes.

How many times had Tim had this conversation with his own parents? How many times had they promised him a week and been gone for two?

Or seven?

He already hated Jack and Janet Drake. He didn’t need more reasons.

“Come here,” Bruce said, tugging Tim forward so he could finally hug him, “Tim, it’s—“

“I know, I’m sorry,” Tim interrupted, as he squirmed in Bruce’s arms until he could press both his hands into his eyes, “You have to, I know. It’s work. It’s more important. I’m sorry, I’m trying to stop. Sorry.”

Bruce might not need them, but Tim would never stop supplying him with more reasons to hate them.

And every time he said ‘sorry’ or suggested anything was more important than him?

Bruce’s hatred increased tenfold.

“Shh,” he said, squeezing Tim a little tighter as he whispered into Tim’s ear, fully aware that only two of the kids had left the room when Tim started crying, “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay to feel this way. And nothing is more important than you kids and your happiness, including work, okay?”

He wasn’t sure how many time’s he’d have to say such a thing to Tim, but he’d keep saying it. Over and over. Until one day Tim finally prioritized himself without prompting.

“I,” Tim started, sniffling once before he broke down into sobs again, “I don’t want you to leave me.”

Curse the Drake for making simple business trips so painful for Tim.

“It’s not forever,” he promised, still holding Tim close, “I promise I will be back on Friday.”

Tim merely let out another heart-wrenching sob, and Bruce couldn’t take it any more.

“Okay,” he said, pulling Tim back away from him, “Go pack a bag.”

If Tim couldn’t handle him going away for five days, then Bruce would just take him with.

“What?” Tim said, startled into silence.

“A bag,” Bruce repeated, standing to his feet and picking back up his own shoulder-bag, “Five days worth of clothes and essentials. Maybe your camera, if you want. Don’t forget pajamas and your phone charger.”

Tim shook his head, and asked again, “What?” Like he couldn’t believe what Bruce was saying.

Of course he couldn’t believe it. Jack and Janet Drake would have sooner died than bring Tim along on a trip, Bruce was sure. They probably though he’d get underfoot, or something.

Admittedly, he probably would get underfoot. He was ten. And Bruce had a week full of meetings ahead of him. Tim was going to get bored within the first hour of meetings, but at least he’d learn that business trips for Bruce lasted exactly as long as he promised they would.

“Hurry,” Bruce said, “Or we’ll be late. I’ll get you some travel stuff you’ll need, okay?”

Even with that, Tim still hesitated, so Bruce said, rather authoritatively, “Go,” and Tim sprang into action, out the room and up the stairs.

“No fair,” Jason whined, once Bruce turned around to face whichever kid didn’t leave to give Tim privacy, “Why does he get to come? I want to come.”

Bruce was not dealing with two kids on the trip.

“Jay,” he said through a sigh, deciding to just be blunt about it, “Do you have abandonment issues?”

“Maybe,” Jason said, crossing his arms and jutting a lip out at Bruce, “You don’t know my life.”

He might not know every detail of Jason’s life, but he knew enough to know Jason would not be scarred deeply by Bruce leaving him with Alfred for five days.

“Jay,” he said again, as he wrapped an arm around Jason, “He’s terrified I’m going to leave and not come back for months. I’m just going to show him what happens on business trips, which is a lot of boring meetings, and prove that I stick to my schedule, okay? Next time he’ll want to stay here, because here is more fun.”

“Fine,” Jason exclaimed, in feigned annoyance as he pushed Bruce back off him, “But you better bring back something super cool.”

Laughing, Bruce pat Jason’s head and said, “I’ll call you tonight like always.”

“Kay.”

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[aliciarosefantasy]

WIP Tag

General tag from @sapphirestark

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 interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Haha, ok :) Oh boy, here goes...

A Flicker of Starlight - original half finished sci-fi novel inspired by my favourite Star Trek AU’s.

Untitled HH - Spidey takes a nap in a web hammock and wakes up with a homeless child tucked to his chest.

Untitled HH - Spidey accidentally gets covered in paint.

The Purr - (collab with @city-creek ) one-shots 2 and 3.

Untitled Fairy Tail one-shot.

Cranes 2 (HH).

Crash Landing - Star Trek, Spock, first contact AU.

Doctor Who and Spider-Man crossover 2 (Spiders, Time Lords and Timey Wimey Mischief sequel) - Dead

Vulcan Therapy sessions (kinda lost confidence on this one).

Fairy Tail and HTTYD Crossover (this...is...way too much for my writing skills).

Loki: Tales of Asgard - a pre Thor 1 Loki goes on adventures throughout the nine realms.

Another untitled Fairy Tail one-shot.

Star Trek one-shot - Kirk has a headache, Spock uses a mind touch to help. (This one is actually complete, but I just never posted it).

Original one-shot series about a supernatural girl who can heal - my attempt at proving them wrong when they say you can’t have a superhero who heals because they can’t fight. I’m not sure if I succeeded.

Original novel I half wrote when I was 17 - Dead

Lois and Clark story - Superman is having bouts of difficulty breathing Earth’s atmosphere, and no one can figure out why.

Untitled - A sick child manages to send a letter to Asgard asking for a wish, but accidentally gets Loki (when he was ruling as Odin) instead.

Loki’d - You all know what this one is.

Another original novel that went nowhere.

Untitled - people start turning up in webs apparently sucked dry of blood, everyone suspects Spidey and his more spider-like behaviours come under intense scrutiny. - old and most likely dead.

Untitled HH - Spidey gets heatstroke.

Star Trek Discovery one-shot depicting the missing scenes of what happens after Michael and her team pick up Sarek’s signal in episode 6.

Untitled HH - Spidey messes with the kids at a children's hospital through a window when the nurses' backs are turned.

The Hotline remaining chapters - I have no idea what’s going on with this right now. I keep going back to it and then leaving it again etc. I thought I was going to update recently but I didn’t. Sorry. I’m kinda daunted by this story.

Trance - Star Trek one-shot where Kirk and Spock are locked up by anti-alien fanatics, but problems arise when Spock appears to be dead. (This is another that is also completed).

Ultimate Spider-Man collab with @ultimatespidermanfeels  

After Vulcan’s destruction, Spock goes looking for his favourite tea. He can’t find any, so he goes searching all throughout San Fransisco until he comes across a small, family run store built especially for Vulcans. They build a friendship.

Little Friend - follow up with Cap.

Untitled HH - Spidey rescues a tarantula and swings around the city for an afternoon with it perched on his head.

Untitled - Spidey experiences starvation due to not being able to afford enough food to sustain his enhanced body. People notice and New Yorkers step in to help.. (old and most likely dead).

Untitled - Spock experiences adverse telepathic side effects in the months after Vulcan’s destruction. He takes on extra teaching positions at the Academy to help out after Starfleet’s major loss. It doesn’t go well, and he can no longer hide it from his students.

Untitled - Spock gets thrown back in time and things quickly get complicated (I like this one but I’m stuck).

Untitled - Spock experiences violent racial bullying while visiting a fellow Starfleet Vessel. He hides the evidence until collapsing on the bridge. The crew get defensive. (Complete)

Omg, I think that’s everything. I had way more than I thought! I’d be happy to discuss anything about any of them if you want, and if you’d like to request one of the completed ones I haven’t shared, I’d be willing to clean it up and post it :)

Tagging anyone who wants to have a go!

#writing #wip #draft folder #my posts

[iwriteabitoffanfiction]

Never Forget

Summary: When Lydia comes home to Beacon Hills for her fathers funeral, she reunites with someone she least expects. Word Count: 42297 Rated: E WIP 1st Part of Chapter One Lydia It's been fifteen years since I've stepped foot in Beacon Hills. I was ten when my mom and dad got divorced and mom moved us to San Fransisco. I was just about to start middle school. My dad was born and bred in Beacon Hills, but moved to Arizona after the divorce with his new young thang. Seriously she is only ten years older than me. Now as I stand in Beacon Hills cemetery listening to the pastor give his memorial, I wonder why I haven't been back before. My father is being laid to rest next to my grandpa and grandma. Tears softly fall from my eyes as I remember the phone call I received last week, telling me that my dad was in the hospital after suffering a massive heart attack. The woman - no girl - that had become my step mom, had rung in a emotional state saying that I might want to get there as fast as I can, because the doctors didn't think he would survive. They had been right. I had only been at the hospital for an hour when the doctor came out with the bad news. I'm not sure what sort of state I was in, but I do remember just being numb. I love my father, don't get me wrong, but we hadn't been very close for years. I stood there emotionless while the doctors and Amanda talked about arrangement for where his body would be buried. This was of course a no brainer, he would be buried next to his mother and father. For me that meant that I now stood in a town I hadn't been in for fifteen years, listening to everyone who barely knew him cry. When they lowered the casket my Mom took my hand as we silently mourned him together. My aunt, who I am very close to and my uncle comfort each other as they watch the mahogany box get lowered into the ground. The step mom of course, was bawling two people down. The next day I'm sitting in a booth with my Mom, Aunt and Uncle, of what was my favourite place when I was young, when I see a vaguely familiar mop of messy dark hair. Sure it's been fifteen years, but I would recognise that hair and the person it belonged to anywhere. He was standing at the counter waiting for whatever drink he was ordering, flirting terribly with the girl behind the counter. Stiles Stilinski. I can't believe it. Of all the fucking people to see in this town it had to be him. We had been in Elemetary school together. Sharing the same class before we moved. If I recall he harboured a little crush on me. I remember him being quite a shy boy around me, his face always seemed to be flushed when I would try and talk to him. However when he was with his friends he was the class clown and confidence oozed from him. The last fifteen years had been good to him, that I can't deny. He has definitely grown into his gangly body, that much I can tell from the way his jeans hug his ass and the dark green tee he is wearing stretches across broad shoulders. When the blonde behind the counter hands him his drinks, he turns in my direction and a soft gasp leaves my mouth. Jesus, Stiles Stilinski was hot. When he walks past me, our eyes meet. The confusion on his face is obvious. The space between his eyebrows scrunch up a little as if he is trying to to figure out who I am. It doesn't last long before he is sending me a soft smile and makes his way out the door. I'm left sitting there staring into space, my mouth slightly agape and a sensation running through my body that hadn't settled there for a long time. It's my mother who brings me back to reality. "Lydia? Are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost." If only she knew how very true those words were. ~ Stiles I've just taken mine and Scotts drinks from the hot girl behind the counter. I turn and I'm met with emerald green eyes. Familiar eyes that I can't quite put a name to. She sits with three other people, but isn't paying them any attention. Her mouth is agape and her eyes wide. Was she checking me out? My brain is ticking over a mile a minute trying to place where I know her face from. I send her a soft smile and head out the door. The walk back to my jeep is a slow one as I try and remember her name. Unfortunately the hormonal teenager brain that still resides in me has drifted to a very dirty place, as I imagine the petite redhead under me, over me....fuck! I curse the sixteen year old me as I adjust myself, while holding two cups of coke floats in my hand. By the time I get back to the jeep where Scott is waiting, I'm so worked up and in need of a cold shower. The drive home I'm distracted. My mind is filled with shining green eyes and hair as red as fire. She is extremely hot, that I won't deny. Where the hell do I know her from? Scott is beside me in the passenger seat, giving me a curious look. I ignore him for the most part as I try and figure out the conundrum in my head. When we reach Scotts house, my head is still a mess and he has had enough of my silence. "Ok. What's up with you?" He asks as we reach the front door. I shake the redhead beauty from my thoughts. "Nothing man." I answer. He stops opening the door and gives me a look that's say 'yeah sure'. We step through the entrance and make our way to his kitchen. Once were sat he interrogates me again. "You were silent all the way back and I could literally hear the cogs turning over in your head." I let out a heavy sigh before answering. "Ok, so I got our drinks and turned and then there was this girl looking at me....well checking me out." I smirk as he just scowls at me. "Anyway, She looked familiar, but I can't for the life me put a name to the face." "So what did she look like?" Scott asks as he pulls up a message on his phone. "About five foot three, green eyes and red hair, no that's not right, it's more strawberry blonde." "Maybe she was one of your drunken hook ups." Scott says looking up, a smirk on his face. I give him a pointed look, because he knows damn well that I only do casual, because of her. She ripped out my heart and tore it into tiny little pieces. Yep no more. He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to whoever he is texting, probably Kira. Me on the other hand can't get the stranger out of my head. Especially those green eyes and her pouty mouth that was set in an 'O' shape. I play with the straw in my drink as I diligently try to remember who she is. I don't sleep well that night either as my obsessive brain overflows with images of the redhead....sorry strawberry blonde. I toss and turn all night as she invades my thoughts. I grumble and groan in irritation. My two year old blue Staffordshire, Pepper, is not impressed. I hear her huffing from her bed, next to mine. After another hour of no sleep, I check my bedside clock. Four thirty in the morning. "C'mon Pep, let's go for a walk." We circle the block four times before I feel I might be able to get some sleep. I practically had to drag Pepper behind me, because she was not use to walking this time of the morning and she protested the whole way. Try as I might I still can't get the beautiful stranger out of my thoughts. We enter the front door and once the leash is off, Pepper runs straight to her bed. She circles and pads around it a few times, all the while giving me a look of disdain, before getting comfortable. I envy her, because as tired as I was, once I lay down, she invades my thoughts again. Then finally when I see the red numbers on my clock change to six am, my eyes finally close. My dream takes me down memory lane as I sit in the playground of my elementary school. Scott is beside me talking to me about something, but my attention is focused on the pretty girl across the way with her red....no strawberry blonde hair....that's sitting in two braids over her shoulders. ~ Read more here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9604613/chapters/21698450

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