#prompt: without limits

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest and @steddiebingo.

Slippery When Wet

Steddie Bingo Prompt: Thunder | CCF Prompt #20 - Without Limits | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Lingering Upside Down Trauma | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Platonic Stobin | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Roommates, Friends to Lovers

Eddie jolts awake, sitting upright in his bed as he feels his heart hammering against his chest. He's sick of this, this constant thrum of fear that lives inside his body.

"It's thundering," Steve says from the doorway, and Eddie nods. It is. He can hear it now.

Steve approaches the bed, and pulls back the pile of blankets, crawling in beside him. Bare arm sliding against Eddie's.

"Gross, you're sweaty," he says, and Eddie laughs. He is. He wonders if it was the storm that woke him up, after all. Maybe he was having a nightmare. "Maybe if you didn't dress for winter to sleep, you wouldn't wake up in a puddle of your own excrement."

Eddie barks out a laugh, his voice dry from sleep, "Excrement is shit. I didn't shit the bed."

"Oh," Steve says, then doubles down, "no, I'm pretty sure it means sweat, too."

Eddie's pretty sure it doesn't. But he's not gonna fight about. He runs hot these days, and he worries he's got some kind of festering infection when he wakes up perpetually damp. 

It takes him a few minutes to realize what Steve meant, "You meant excretions."

But Steve doesn't move, doesn't answer. Doesn't seem to mind the sweat after all, because he's already rolled onto his side and has fallen back to sleep. Eddie knows this visit to his bed is for Eddie's benefit, not his own. Steve Harrington can sleep anywhere, anytime, unbothered.

Still. Eddie appreciates it. States away from Hawkins, he hasn't shook off the damage it inflicted. There's no limit on the blast zone, apparently. He's gonna carry it around forever.

At least Steve Harrington helps shoulder the load.

"Breakfast!" Robin yells, banging a wooden spoon against the door frame of Eddie's bedroom. Eddie groans, and rolls over, only remembering that Steve's next to him when his knee brushes Steve's hairy thigh. 

"Unggghh," Steve bemoans at the banging noise, and Eddie chuckles. His thoughts exactly.

But they get out of bed, and Steve stretches, hands over his head, shoulders rotating. Eddie should be used to this. Used to seeing Steve in only his underwear, but he's not. 

If Steve can feel his eyes gliding over his body, from his chest hair, to the solid trail down his chest to his belly, disappearing into his briefs, gratefully, he doesn't mention it. 

Steve cups himself, making some kind of adjustment, and only then does Eddie tear his eyes away.

In the kitchen, Eddie's in his sweatshirt and cut off sweatpants. Steve, well, he's still barely dressed. 

"Steve! Clothes are not optional at the table. They are required. Super required," Robin chides, but Steve doesn't cave to her demands, and perches on the bar stool in his underwear, back hunched over his plate.

"I'm covered," he argues. 

"I can see your nipples." 

"Oh no, not my nipples!" he declares, being a sarcastic ass. Eddie loves it, even if Robin doesn't. 

Eddie wants to count the moles on Steve's bare back, wants to trace them. With his tongue, preferably, but decides his fingers will do.

He finds the largest one, and works from there. Feels the slightly raised scars that haven't quite faded from Steve's skin where he was dragged across the dry riverbed. Steve says nothing, he's used to Eddie being weird by now, undoubtedly. So he traces a pattern, then starts spelling a word. Steve cocks his head. Able to tell the difference. 

"K," he says, mouth full of eggs, then pauses, paying attention as he chews. "I-N-G-S-T," he says, then brushes Eddie's hand away. "Very funny, asshole."

"King Steve is grouchy this morning," Eddie pokes, and reaches over his shoulder to steal a piece of his toast even if his own plate is sitting right there. Robin makes breakfast. They make dinner. That's the deal.

The thunderstorm from last night is lingering, rattling the flimsy apartment windows, and Eddie hopes it clears off soon. He doesn't care for the thunder.

It didn't clear off. In fact, it felt like a storm cloud was over his head all damn day, like he was Charlie Brown. When he walks into the apartment he's soaked to the bone, and starts shedding his clothes at the front door so he doesn't track water all over the place.

Having just dropped his wet boxers, he nearly jumps out of his skin when Steve appears across the living room.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie shouts, clutching at his bare chest. He's usually home first. Not today, apparently. He doesn't usually like himself on display, the scars bother him, but this is just Steve. He's seen them fresh, raw and bloody. Healed is nothing in comparison.

Steve just grins, and squats down to pick up Eddie's wet pile of clothes, "Cock out in the living room. I'm telling Robin."

Eddie laughs, a little too hysterically, willing his dick to ignore everything that's happening right now. Steve, crouched at his feet, his cock nearly eye-level. It's a lot to ask, and it jumps, starting to get hard.

Steve notices. There's no way he doesn't. Eddie shoves at Steve's shoulder, desperate to escape this situation.

"I'll throw these in with mine. Take a shower, warm up, then we'll start cooking," Steve instructs. And Eddie follows his directions, because it's easier than having to make his own decisions while he's this embarrassed.

Eddie grabs clean clothes, and the warm shower does feel good. 

Then, he hears the bathroom door squeak open.

Privacy is non-existent. 

"Hey, Ed?" Steve calls out.

"Yeah?"

"Were you hard for me, or just, like, the breeze?" Steve asks, and Eddie wishes Pennywise would appear to pull him down this shower drain immediately.

"Steve," he says, hoping that'll be enough to shoo him away. To stop this conversation.

It doesn't. Steve pulls back the shower curtain, looking right at Eddie's face, "If it was, I'm climbing in. If not, we'll never talk about it again."

Eddie scoots back, making room, "Watch your step, Harrington. It's slippery when wet."

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[corrodedcoffinfest]

Prompt #20 - Without Limits

It's Sporty Sunday, and your prompt for the day is: Without Limits.

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[corkinavoid]

DPxDC It's Complicated

We've all seen the 'we have your son' trope done with both Bruce and Batman, but I've been thinking about it, and, hear me out, let's give it more flavor.

Bruce gets a call, and it's the usual 'we have your son, follow out orders or he dies', but the orders are not money. It's 'find us this other kid, and we'll trade your child for him'.

While that is an unusual demand, there's another thing: the child on the picture that the kidnappers sent Bruce looks exactly like Damian, sans the eye color. And he's smiling, but that's irrelevant right now. A clone? A decoy? A fake?

Oracle runs a face recognition and finds out that the kid's name is Daniel Fenton, and the record says he's been dead for two months now, buried in the local cemetery of Amity Park, Illinois. Have the kidnappers gone mad with grief? But, wait, there are several 'missing' reports that have been filed after the boy's death, submitted by Jasmine Fenton — the kid's sister — and Vlad Masters, the town's mayor? What does he have to do with the kid?

Meanwhile, Tim is sitting tied up in some warehouse, surrounded by Vlad and a dozen of his carbon copies. Is this man some kind of a meta with duplicating abilities? Why did he even decide to use such a weird scheme when contacting police, FBI, or hell, even the Justice League, would have been so much more effective?

It's just confusing all around.

But Vlad has good reasons! He really does, he swears!

The thing is, it's all his fault. If he didn't fund the GIW in the first place, none of this would have happened. The agents in white wouldn't have outed Danny for being Phantom and wouldn't have taken him away. Maddie and Jack wouldn't have rejected their still alive, just different, son, and wouldn't have put an empty casket in a grave with Daniel's name.

Police won't be searching for a person when they know they are already dead and buried. Justice League, who stands for all that's good and fair, won't go against a government agency that stands for the very same thing.

Which leaves Vlad to find other solutions. Like stealing a rich kid and making his even richer daddy do all the work.

If only said rich kid would stop talking.

Wait, what do you fucking mean 'that picture looks like my brother'?

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!” 

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You know, back at his place, I heard your heartbeats.

[starscelly]

trans stars 2017 draft class completed for @moregraceful as part of @teamliftfest ! very very fun and cool prompt to work with :3

higher res (hopefully) face close-ups beneath the cut!

[blastlight]

i would be writing so much if i could get myself to consistently think about scenarios with cohesive storylines....... instead i've been going over the same "what if video game became real and i went insane with anxiety over knowing too much about my blorbos' secrets" scenario for 6 years. and i can't write about that

[hopetune]

🎲 KISSY?!?!?!?!?!?1!!2!?1

kiss roulette (accepting!) || a kiss while laughing

She doesn't mean to laugh as much as she does, stars forgive her, she knows how easily Lynette must fluster. But Robin can't help the mirth that bleeds into her voice when she sees the dollops of cream stuck all over her face. Seems the baking date she had proposed was not without its risks��but better the threat of rogue batter than something more Perilous, something more like the threats they've experienced before. No more Hearts or Hurt—let this be the biggest of their problems!

Robin sets down her mixing bowl, and cups her hand around Lynette's face. Gazing deep into her eyes, she finds something like a warmth spill outward from her chest. An outpouring of emotion that feels light and overwhelming at once, as though she had flung open the blinds after a long night of Darkness. There's something about caressing Lynette, such a quiet and precious soul, that makes Robin feel blessed. Rare is the opportunity for her to hold the Fontanian so close, and so she cherishes it like jewels. Gentle as the touch of feathers, her thumb wipes away most of the mess, save for the bit of cream that stuck by the corner of her lip. The songstress smiles.

"Oh, Miss Lynette…" Robin says softly, eyes glittering with all the fondness of two clasped hands, "you're very charming, did you know that? Let me clean the rest for you."

She laughs again—a bright, free sort of expression, with both wings aflutter—and plants a kiss on the corner of Lynette's mouth before the giggle has even faded from sound.

[salsedinepicta]

I painted Surana months ago and never posted it, a classic.

Bonus: sketchy sketch because it's such a pity when friends start to rotten a lil bit - might as well find a creative solution to hold all these tissue together 🌱

(chamomile, verbena, sage, and thyme)

[triscribeaucollection]

Fingers crossed I think I've got the flash fiction piece I'm going to submit to that magazine

Just need to wait for Certain Individuals to CHECK THEIR PHONE and read it to give me a thumbs up or thumbs down

The Bothering will continue until I get a response

[makersruin]

being a hater of most of the most popular ships in this fanbase has got me feeling like christ on the fucking cross sometimes ill tell you that much

[greyias]

Scrolling through my drafts to find prompt posts I'd squirreled away for a rainy day and the amount of things I've saved as a draft because "I'll add tags and reblog later" is honestly embarrassing.

[walterdecourceys]

goodnight btw...

[k00kiecrumbler]

☆ RT-tober Day 13 and 14 ☆

no. 129: 2012 galaxy! RT [ always wanted to get one...]

no. 246: magical girl! RT [ just realized there's like zillion versions of magical girls on the docs...]

// click on photos because of the weird crop //

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

hot

[r-evolve-art]

I'm not sure what your stance is on the matter but I'm seeing your works going around a discord server for inspo making bots

Uhh I don't think I've ever posted any serious works on Tumblr so I'm not too fussed about that.

But I'm going to assume you're talking about my soulmates lists? On the list itself I've stated that I don't mind not being credited, and if people find inspiration from the AUs that's great because that's what they're there for :p

The only exception is if they claim those ideas (specifically the soulmate au from the lists, not the actual content they've made) as their own unique original idea(s). I don't know why would anyone would do that though. Ideas are cheap, the value is in the content being made. So I would like to know if anyone is claiming the soulmate au idea as their own original idea.

I understand you were concerned though, so thank you for letting me know! ^^ If these discord servers are public I would love to know what they are for my own personal curiosity lol