In interest of throwbacks, which is all livejournal is really good for anymore, I thought I would throw together a little WIP post. I'm still having trouble making time to write but that doesn't mean I am not percolating on things and trying to work on them, so I figured it might be nice for me and for y'all to throw out a little proof of that. It's sort of a way of making it seem like I'm doing something without actually doing anything.
Some of these are new, but some of them have been stalled out for a WHILE, so take the promise of this post with a teaspon of salt.
01. SEND YOU MY LOVE ON A WIRE
another in the dan/blair musicians au series. blair's PoV.
Blair craves cameras long before she figures out what to do in front of them.
It starts when she's little, her mother pinning her up in swathes of luxurious fabric before trotting those same glamorous designs in front of investors, translated from Blair's miniature size to the long, lean form of a model. It had hurt, been embarrassing; Blair had been stuck with pins, critiqued, dismissed. But the transformation blitzed all of that out in the blink of one glittering eye.
She did commercials for a while too. Tamagotchis, toys, dollhouses. Skincare when she got older – Clearasil, Neutrogena. Someone liked the way she flipped her hair, figured out she could hold a tune, and that was that. It was all singing along to pre-recorded tracks and trying to make her limbs learn choreography and working, working hard all day and all night, turning her body into the most important cog in a well-functioning machine. Blair was the best of the best. She didn't get that way by accident.
Then Serena happened.
02. ULTRAVIOLENCE
matt/elektra. i wrote this for a ficathon but would like to turn it into a full-length fic.
Matt thinks of Elektra in a series of impressions. An inkblot tossed against light coming in the windows, all fire. Her heartbeat that was always even and steady. The feel of leather and silk under his hands. Her voice, clipped but musical, and her questions: always direct.
Elektra was the taste of blood in his mouth. Elektra was a bruise. She was shattered glass and good whiskey. Matt was a leash. Elektra was a whip. He didn’t like who he was with Elektra. He liked it too much.
03. THE SECOND BEST.
dan/carter. sequel to that other nonsense i wrote about them. more emosh.
Carter scratches at the door like a stray cat. He has not been in New York in almost a year. He came here straight off the plane, used all the crushed up spare dollars and cents left in his wallet and still managed to stiff the cabbie a whole fiver. "Danny boy," he calls, nails scraping against the battered wood of the door. "Dan."
The door jerks open suddenly under him and Carter sways, cocky grin alighting on his face before he's altogether straightened up. But he gets barely a glimpse of Dan's harried face, his clenched jaw, before the door is slamming shut. Carter splutters. Then it opens again and a hand fists in Carter's shirt, drags him inside and into a hard kiss.
"Where," Dan says, muffled, "the fuck," broken up by kisses that seem to sting, "were you?"
04. CROSSED OUT
another installment in what i think of as the sad marriage series! blair PoV.
It's funny in an ironic sense, but lately when Blair looks in the mirror, something in her face reminds her of Anne Archibald. As kids they always laughed about it, made fun of the pinched look on her face by making fish-faces at each other, at Nate to cheer him up whenever his mother was cruel. But lately Blair looks in the mirror and sees something pinched, something hollow, and she thinks about being married to an avaricious man she half-hates and having one son she doesn't understand. She thinks about Chuck always making and losing his fortune and Blair signing away her family money to him, Blair saying I'll just write you a check. Chuck's face going from reluctantly grateful in the early years to resentful, hateful, emasculated. Blair feeling good when he looked like that. Blair feeling powerful.
I didn't know, Serena kept saying, upset, almost crying, I didn't know, I didn't know.
Well, of course, Blair thought. You didn't ask and I didn't tell you. She didn't tell anyone.
05. SUPER RICH KIDS
lol okay so. many years ago when gossip girl ended, i made false promises of a post i would write that went into ~what i would have done with season 6~ and i never ended up doing it, because angst i guess. but i did write fic bits of it here and there throughout the years (nothing substantial) and i started to have half-assed plans of doing a TEN PART fic, wherein each chapter was an "episode." now, i am notoriously bad at chapter fics and also this is an extremely daunting, time-consuming task. so i do not know that it will ever come to pass. but i've thought about it a lot.
during a drunk conversation while dan and blair are stuck in her penthouse during a snow storm (i love tropes):
“I wrote a whole book about you and you still didn’t realize.”
“Well.” Blair gives him a smile that edges both flirty and evasive. “I knew.” Off his look, “It wasn’t like I woke up every day and thought, ‘Ooh, Dan’s in love with me, how can I torture him about it?’ It’s just…looking back, I knew, and I didn’t want to think about it or face it or deal with it. Because then things would have to change and they would probably go wrong, which it did. I mean, it was crazy enough we were friends. And – well, who would pick me when Serena van der Woodsen was a viable option? So it was just safer to…deny, deny, deny.”
He smiles too, too soft. “That is usually how you roll,” he acknowledges.
“If I wasn't the queen of denial would you still love me?"
"Is that a trick question?"
06. YOU MAKE ME ACT REAL GONE
i always wanted to write velvet goldmine fic but i have yet to manage it.
Brian presses his thumb against Curt’s bottom lip and drags downward until his mouth opens, heart beating too fast and stomach in knots. Curt thinks that if shit like this ever stops making you nervous, you must be dead.
Brian’s gaze moves up from Curt’s mouth to meet his eyes. He smiles, he leans in, then says in hardly more than a whisper, "I will mangle your mind."
“Here’s hoping,” Curt tells him.
07. THANKS TO THE FULL MOON IN SCORPIO
i am 1000% shadowhunters trash, i rarely use that specific fandom term, but i am garbage for it. i would like to really get into writing for it, but as of this mo i just have this planned.
Magnus observes him impassively. “I understand,” he says. “You’re trying to figure out if I’m worth the trouble, and leaning towards not.”
“That’s not –“ Alec tries.
“You don’t know everything about me, that’s true,” Magnus says. “And there are indeed…limitations to our relationship. I can understand.”
He doesn’t look like he can, however; he looks more like Alec stabbed him in the heart.
“I don’t know, the stuff everyone tells me about you,” Alec says. “It’s like I know it’s true, but –“
“Do you?” Magnus interrupts. “Know it’s true?” Alec doesn’t respond outside of an expression that contains both a belligerent yes and a slightly queasy apology. He doesn’t continue until Magnus prompts him. “You know it’s true, but?”
Alec presses his lips together and looks everywhere but at Magnus, always looking like he’s fighting off a truth spell whenever he has to answer a simple question about his own opinions or feelings. “It doesn’t feel true,” he says finally.
So that's that! Fingers crossed I follow through on any of it.
Some of these are new, but some of them have been stalled out for a WHILE, so take the promise of this post with a teaspon of salt.
01. SEND YOU MY LOVE ON A WIRE
another in the dan/blair musicians au series. blair's PoV.
Blair craves cameras long before she figures out what to do in front of them.
It starts when she's little, her mother pinning her up in swathes of luxurious fabric before trotting those same glamorous designs in front of investors, translated from Blair's miniature size to the long, lean form of a model. It had hurt, been embarrassing; Blair had been stuck with pins, critiqued, dismissed. But the transformation blitzed all of that out in the blink of one glittering eye.
She did commercials for a while too. Tamagotchis, toys, dollhouses. Skincare when she got older – Clearasil, Neutrogena. Someone liked the way she flipped her hair, figured out she could hold a tune, and that was that. It was all singing along to pre-recorded tracks and trying to make her limbs learn choreography and working, working hard all day and all night, turning her body into the most important cog in a well-functioning machine. Blair was the best of the best. She didn't get that way by accident.
Then Serena happened.
02. ULTRAVIOLENCE
matt/elektra. i wrote this for a ficathon but would like to turn it into a full-length fic.
Matt thinks of Elektra in a series of impressions. An inkblot tossed against light coming in the windows, all fire. Her heartbeat that was always even and steady. The feel of leather and silk under his hands. Her voice, clipped but musical, and her questions: always direct.
Elektra was the taste of blood in his mouth. Elektra was a bruise. She was shattered glass and good whiskey. Matt was a leash. Elektra was a whip. He didn’t like who he was with Elektra. He liked it too much.
03. THE SECOND BEST.
dan/carter. sequel to that other nonsense i wrote about them. more emosh.
Carter scratches at the door like a stray cat. He has not been in New York in almost a year. He came here straight off the plane, used all the crushed up spare dollars and cents left in his wallet and still managed to stiff the cabbie a whole fiver. "Danny boy," he calls, nails scraping against the battered wood of the door. "Dan."
The door jerks open suddenly under him and Carter sways, cocky grin alighting on his face before he's altogether straightened up. But he gets barely a glimpse of Dan's harried face, his clenched jaw, before the door is slamming shut. Carter splutters. Then it opens again and a hand fists in Carter's shirt, drags him inside and into a hard kiss.
"Where," Dan says, muffled, "the fuck," broken up by kisses that seem to sting, "were you?"
04. CROSSED OUT
another installment in what i think of as the sad marriage series! blair PoV.
It's funny in an ironic sense, but lately when Blair looks in the mirror, something in her face reminds her of Anne Archibald. As kids they always laughed about it, made fun of the pinched look on her face by making fish-faces at each other, at Nate to cheer him up whenever his mother was cruel. But lately Blair looks in the mirror and sees something pinched, something hollow, and she thinks about being married to an avaricious man she half-hates and having one son she doesn't understand. She thinks about Chuck always making and losing his fortune and Blair signing away her family money to him, Blair saying I'll just write you a check. Chuck's face going from reluctantly grateful in the early years to resentful, hateful, emasculated. Blair feeling good when he looked like that. Blair feeling powerful.
I didn't know, Serena kept saying, upset, almost crying, I didn't know, I didn't know.
Well, of course, Blair thought. You didn't ask and I didn't tell you. She didn't tell anyone.
05. SUPER RICH KIDS
lol okay so. many years ago when gossip girl ended, i made false promises of a post i would write that went into ~what i would have done with season 6~ and i never ended up doing it, because angst i guess. but i did write fic bits of it here and there throughout the years (nothing substantial) and i started to have half-assed plans of doing a TEN PART fic, wherein each chapter was an "episode." now, i am notoriously bad at chapter fics and also this is an extremely daunting, time-consuming task. so i do not know that it will ever come to pass. but i've thought about it a lot.
during a drunk conversation while dan and blair are stuck in her penthouse during a snow storm (i love tropes):
“I wrote a whole book about you and you still didn’t realize.”
“Well.” Blair gives him a smile that edges both flirty and evasive. “I knew.” Off his look, “It wasn’t like I woke up every day and thought, ‘Ooh, Dan’s in love with me, how can I torture him about it?’ It’s just…looking back, I knew, and I didn’t want to think about it or face it or deal with it. Because then things would have to change and they would probably go wrong, which it did. I mean, it was crazy enough we were friends. And – well, who would pick me when Serena van der Woodsen was a viable option? So it was just safer to…deny, deny, deny.”
He smiles too, too soft. “That is usually how you roll,” he acknowledges.
“If I wasn't the queen of denial would you still love me?"
"Is that a trick question?"
06. YOU MAKE ME ACT REAL GONE
i always wanted to write velvet goldmine fic but i have yet to manage it.
Brian presses his thumb against Curt’s bottom lip and drags downward until his mouth opens, heart beating too fast and stomach in knots. Curt thinks that if shit like this ever stops making you nervous, you must be dead.
Brian’s gaze moves up from Curt’s mouth to meet his eyes. He smiles, he leans in, then says in hardly more than a whisper, "I will mangle your mind."
“Here’s hoping,” Curt tells him.
07. THANKS TO THE FULL MOON IN SCORPIO
i am 1000% shadowhunters trash, i rarely use that specific fandom term, but i am garbage for it. i would like to really get into writing for it, but as of this mo i just have this planned.
Magnus observes him impassively. “I understand,” he says. “You’re trying to figure out if I’m worth the trouble, and leaning towards not.”
“That’s not –“ Alec tries.
“You don’t know everything about me, that’s true,” Magnus says. “And there are indeed…limitations to our relationship. I can understand.”
He doesn’t look like he can, however; he looks more like Alec stabbed him in the heart.
“I don’t know, the stuff everyone tells me about you,” Alec says. “It’s like I know it’s true, but –“
“Do you?” Magnus interrupts. “Know it’s true?” Alec doesn’t respond outside of an expression that contains both a belligerent yes and a slightly queasy apology. He doesn’t continue until Magnus prompts him. “You know it’s true, but?”
Alec presses his lips together and looks everywhere but at Magnus, always looking like he’s fighting off a truth spell whenever he has to answer a simple question about his own opinions or feelings. “It doesn’t feel true,” he says finally.
So that's that! Fingers crossed I follow through on any of it.