WIP Wednesday

thank you so much @sailors-ink for the tag!!! <3 it's technically thursday for me now (gotta love being australian) but shhhh it's fine WIP Wednesday is a state of mind ✨

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIPs:

1. steddie domestic hairwashing 2. cheerscoops fake dating season 3 au (steddie/buckingham) 3. when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au) 4. med student steve & nurse eddie who is sick of his shit 5. doctor who steddie indulgence

And the snippet I'm posting is from steddie domestic hairwashing:

“You know there isn’t actually a hospital policy about bathing?” Steve’s barely shut the door behind him before he starts speaking.   Eddie feels a thrill of anxiety shoot through his chest and hopes to whatever higher power there might be that his heart rate monitor doesn’t pick up on it. “What?” It comes out way too strained, and Eddie’s really got to get a grip on himself. Just because he feels like a deer in the headlights right now doesn’t mean he needs to act like it, for fuck’s sake. “There isn’t a hospital policy about who can help you shower, or go to the toilet, or whatever. You don’t have to put up with the shitty sponge baths from the nurses anymore,” Steve says, his voice bright and excited about this, the absolute bastard. Eddie swallows, trying desperately to school his features into something calmer. “Oh. How, um, how’d you find that out?” “I asked one of the nurses,” Steve replies, like it’s obvious, and of course he fucking did. God damn Steve Harrington and his stupid god damned helpful nature. "Sure, you can't have an actual shower, since you still have bandages and stuff on. But as long as we don't get them wet, there's nothing stopping me from washing your hair or helping you get cleaned up." “Right,” Eddie says, and he knows he should say something, crack some kind of joke like I’m surprised the nurses will speak to anyone associated with me, but he can’t bring himself to. He sees it on Steve’s face the moment he notices that Eddie isn’t as excited about this as Steve is. “What’s wrong?” Steve asks, brows furrowing slightly. He’s much quieter now. “I thought your hair was bothering you? Since, y’know, we had that conversation…”

Aaaaand I'm honestly not sure who to tag since I've seen most of my writer mutuals post for WIP Wednesday already, so I'm gonna say if you see this and want to do it but haven't been tagged, then do it and say I tagged you! <3

what if end was begin?

@youkailuvr I’m your secret santa!!! Here’s some hurt/comfort with little intimacies <3

Cassian woke up after Scarif thinking that becoming one with the Force shouldn’t hurt so fucking much. It took him a few minutes to place himself. The bright lights of the Alliance sick bay hurt his eyes, so he kept them closed while he worked things out.

The clinical bacta smell coated his skin, though his hair felt scratchy— must not have been a full-body dump. It was hard to believe they’d use that much bacta on a defector. Even though he did it to save the Alliance instead of watch it die.

The pain he felt was everywhere, but especially his back. The fall, the collision came back to him and he bit his tongue. Knew it would be a forever pain.

When he turned his head he smelled more sweat. There was a lock of hair in his left hand and the back of his fingers met skin. He knew it’d be Jyn before he opened his eyes. When he finally powered through the brightness, he saw she was sleeping with her head on his sickbed. He was glad to see her, whole and somehow alive. Her head was at an angle. Dried blood at her temple like she was hit by a truncheon, probably when they ran to the beach. There was a deep bruise setting in around her nose, and more dried blood around her nostrils.

It didn’t look like they healed her very much.

(read the rest here on ao3!)

A certain whale shark that I know and love is celebrating their birthday today, and because the United Nations still hasn’t gotten back to me about making this an international holiday, I’ve decided to celebrate by sharing some of my favorite @cavendishbutterfly fics to date. 

Cav is a lovely, talented, and unendingly creative writer, which means there’s something here for everyone - angst, fluff, and all of the et ceteras in between.

Windy City |M, 1.6k| journalist!harry on a nebulous mission

The sunsets are early now. Fiery orange-pink, then darkness, and then there is just Harry and the dull white glow curling into existence beside him, wispy, ephemeral. He watches the water flicker and hiss in the dark until he can’t watch any longer. 

This fic is such an artful study in atmosphere - it’s moody and dark, but glows around the edges with the promise of untapped mystery. It toes the lines of a multiple genres, navigating them with careful, flowing prose that’s impossible not to get lost in. 

Haircut |T, 1.7k| haircuts, gender, and sweet drarry fluff

They feel Draco deftly section out their hair, hear the pause and the shuffle of motion as he reaches for the first ponytail. The hiss-snip of scissors, and then the tugging subsides and there is just air, sweet air on the side of their head.

I think you can always tell when writers put parts of themselves into their fics, and this is a part of Cav I am so grateful they decided to share with fandom. This short and sweet snapshot of gender exploration captures so much without losing sight of its bantering Drarry roots, and became one of my favorites the moment I read it.

Return |T, 272| the eldritch horror of magical machinations

When it found his dreams again, it said: Did you not wonder where the old magic came from, Saviour? 

I personally cannot wait for FearFest 2022 so that I can bully politely request more horror from Cav. This fic was one of my favorite entries in last year’s fest, and I found myself thinking about it for days and days after I read it - in such a short fic, Cav manages to pack in novels worth of dread and existential horror. I don’t think I’ve been able to read this a single time without getting goosebumps all over - which says a lot, because I’ve read it so many times. 

Just A Phone Call Away |M, 3.9k| hairwashing idiots to hairwashing lovers

Harry shrugged. Merlin, this was the thing that he did these days when he fancied someone, wasn’t it? Buried it deep, pretended it didn’t exist, decided it was easier if he simply chose to un-fancy them. 

Harry can’t wash his hair. Draco has to do it for him. And because it’s Cav, you’re going to enjoy EVERY step along the way. Like so many of their fics, this short and fluffy treat flows easily through light humor and then slaps you upside the head with poignant prose. But more equally importantly, it offers mutual pining in droves as well as one of my favorite tropes: two idiots who are too stupid to see how utterly in love they are. Cav nails the banter throughout this fic, which means I have never wanted to punch Draco Malfoy more in my life (affectionate).

Bridges |E, 16k| draco and harry find themselves and each other in budapest

Harry can't get his thoughts in order. Had he truly never noticed the soft curve of Draco's shoulders, the sound of his laugh? Or had he? 

Bridges. Oh, Bridges. What else can I say about Bridges? A queer discovery, a travel story, a comedy and a rom-com all rolled into one, Bridges is the perfect fic to pick up when you need a little break from it all. Cav paints such an immersive portrait of Budapest as seen through Harry and Draco’s eyes, but they don’t shy away from exploring heavy elements while balancing them out with a sharp wit and a vibrant cast of characters. I still think Hungary’s tourism board owes Cav  for making so many of us want to visit there, like, ASAP. 

Okay, now for the mushy part of the post... Cav was one of my first fandom friends, and I am constantly flooded with gratitude for the day they decided to slide into my DMs. On top of being a remarkable person to workshop stories and talk shop with, they are such a patient, caring friend with a heart of Hufflepuff gold. Cav has talked me up when I needed pep, talked me down when I was spiraling, and has always been there for me when I needed someone to listen. They are truly one of the coolest dudes I have ever met.

Cav, I hope you have a phenomenal birthday that’s full of all of the things you love most, including, but not limited to, the two idiotic gay wizards who brought us together. Everyone else, PLEASE check out these fics and then come to my DMs for book club. Happy birthday Cav!!