#wip... tuesday?

[still--kicking]

sometimes when i'm doing a first draft, just to keep momentum going i'll skip over something and use placeholders to remember what to fill in later and they frequently look more or less like this

[sirazaroff]

Girls day out 💅🛍️ 🤗

Unfortunately the best part of this was cut out cause velvets got a big ass head with bigger ears 😞

Died 2024- coco’s abs

[yappacadaver]

slut grandpa tuesday

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Playing with the idea of Steve giving Mike, Lucas, and Dustin a heads up about Eddie before they start their freshman year. About how it's in their best interest to join Eddie's friends, called Hellfire. He hypes Eddie up: how he loves DnD, sounds smart like they are when he gives his super annoying speeches. He's really into music and movies and he's got a van, maybe he'll take them to the arcade.

So now it's Eddie's first day of his third senior year, he's sitting in his normal spot in the caf with the boys, when he's bombarded with three freshman he's never seen before. They're excited to meet him. Can't stop talking about how they've heard he's cool "but in a freak way, like us", how he's so smart and funny, loves DnD. Great at sticking up for the little guy and will be able to protect them

He can't help preening a bit. Normally he's got to save the new needs himself, but apparently his reputation proceeds him. By the time they settle down, he's blushing under the weight of their praises. Definitely something he's not used to, even from his friends, to hear an entire list of reasons why he's apparently so cool.

"So, my young padawans, who spoke so highly of your new Dungeon Master?"

"Steve," Lucas replies, bouncing with excitement.

Confused, Eddie looks between the three of them. "Uhhh, Steve who?"

The curly-headed one scoffs, rolling his eyes. Pretty bitchy for a freshman, Eddie thinks. Kid's got an attitude problem.

"Steve Harrington. What, like you guys don't know him?"

Only the sounds of the cafeteria pierce the tense silence around Hellfire table. Eddie thinks he should check the guys' reactions, but he's honestly so stunned he can't force himself to move.

"Yeah, we do know him," Jeff says. "He's and asshole."

"He's not an asshole, he's awesome," Dustin screeches.

The boys continue to bicker back and forth, but they still make space for the freshies.

Eddie's got a million questions, but one more than the rest.

Does Steve Harrington think I'm cool??

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Wrote a follow up fic!

[estrellami-1]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Thanks to @like-icarus-burns for the tag!! Here’s a new one… a vampire!Eddie fic that I’m really hoping will go somewhere!

Eddie dies.

Steve breaks his fucking ribs trying to save him, but two days later in the hospital he flatlines, and the defibrillator doesn’t work.

Eddie dies.

The kids don’t go see him. They don’t go down into the basement of the hospital, where the mortuary is.

They saw him in the hospital; when machines were keeping him alive, when his ribs were cracked and broken but working, they saw him. Mike talked at him. Lucas sat in silence. Dustin blabbered about everything, future D&D campaigns, fucking Halloween even though it wasn’t for another half a year.

Eddie dies, and the kids don’t go see him.

Steve does.

He’s finally washed off the blood, the gore, gotten it off his skin and out from underneath his fingernails, out from between each strand of hair and whorl in his fingerprints.

He goes back to the hospital. Wants—needs—to say goodbye, to feel him one last time. To know there’s nothing he could have done.

The technician bids him to follow, through doors, down halls, through more doors, until Steve is thoroughly confused.

He opens the drawer, pulls out the bed.

Steve feels something crack in his chest.

He slips his hand under the blanket, holds Eddie’s hand with his left. Places his right over Eddie’s heart.

Stands there, silently, for three minutes.

“Please,” he finally whispers, not looking away from Eddie. “Please. Can I- can I have a moment. Just a moment. Please.”

“Of course,” the technician says, and closes the door behind him.

His grasp on Eddie’s hand becomes firmer. “How the fuck are you alive?” He hisses out.

For a moment, he thinks he imagined it. For a moment he thinks it was his own body, his own heartbeat tricking him.

Then, Eddie opens his eyes and answers. “I’m not.”

[rcmclachlan]

tease tidbit tuesday

I was tagged by @leashybebes and @beanarie. Thanks, y'all!

"Is this a bad time?" Tommy asks, voice low. "You're not, uh, on shift, are you?"  There was a time when Tommy knew Buck's schedule better than his own, mostly because they'd synced their Google calendars about three months in. It made scheduling date nights around their shifts easier; it took the guesswork out. Plus they had way too much fun giving the events dumb names, like Cross-Functional Alignment Strategy Session for a lunch date or Roundtable Performance Review on the days they went to the gym together. They'd once blocked a shared 48 off for a sex marathon and then nearly laughed themselves into traction when Tommy's teammate Nico asked how the Interdepartmental Alignment & Team Building Conference was. Nowadays Buck's schedule looks extremely boring without Tommy's neon green blocks filling it up, and the only events he has are his work shifts and reminders to pick up unsalted butter. "N-No, I'm home," Buck says, then glares at his oven. "I'm just… baking." "Oh yeah?" A soft hiss comes down over the line, and it takes Buck a second to recognize the sound of Tommy sucking air through his teeth. "What are you…?" "Chocolate croissants. Or, uh, I'm trying to. The butter's either too soft and it melts all over the oven or it's too hard and it just sort of sits in clumps. Making baked Alaska was easier than this. I-I've gone through stages of grief I didn't even know existed before tonight, and I'm coming to the conclusion that I might need to, like, sacrifice my KitchenAid to the baking gods for an assist." When Tommy laughs, the speaker crackles, and Buck holds his phone as tightly to his ear as he can so he can feel it deep inside the canal. It's loud. It hurts a little. "That's crazy talk," Tommy says breathlessly. "There's gotta be a perfectly good goat lying around for you to sacrifice instead. What about the lady in 291? You know she's got an entire barnyard menagerie in there." A grin erupts over Buck's face, so wide that the pull of it aches. "One of the maintenance guys knocked on her door when I was heading to work the other day. When she opened it, the biggest chicken I've ever seen came flying out. I thought the guy was going to shit." "I heard something mooing in there once." "You did not," Buck laughs, and then has the sudden urge to crawl into the oven and rip out the baking element tube with his bare hands.  It shouldn't be this easy. It should be stilted and awkward, and his hands should be sweating because every sentence is like pulling teeth, and every word out of his mouth should be a little absent because he's too focused on counting down the seconds until he's free of this.  But it is easy. It's effortless. It's like they're picking up right where they left off, and it wouldn't take anything to just pretend the last four months didn't happen and this conversation is what followed Tommy's dumb joke about spumoni. Maybe they can rewrite over the save point. Maybe they can just start the game over.

Tagging @liminalmemories21, @alchemistc, @firehose118, @geddyqueer, and @setmeatopthepyre

[greencreekwolf]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @kitteneddiediaz

thanks darlins!

here's some of buck and eddie visiting texas post lightning strike because why not (for context eddie's parents are trying to have buck and eddie sleep in separate rooms)

A sigh so heavy it could break bone falls out of Eddie. “No, Mom. This isn’t up for discussion. We’re both adults, alright?”

And, despite how to this day Eddie believes he has to be the steady one and maintain any amount of peace possible, he allows his mouth to keep running, which is probably due to Buck’s bad influence.

Though he is sure Buck would say it’s because Eddie has pettiness in place of bone marrow.

Which, maybe that’s true and maybe it isn’t, but Eddie has never been one to back down and he likes having the last word and maybe he gets a little thrill from winning, so yeah, no amount of pleading from his parents or sweet looks from Buck that communicate his willingness to accept whatever Eddie deems appropriate is gonna keep him from being, well, him.

“Besides,” he adds, shrugging far too casually, “it’s not like I can get him pregnant.” He jerks his chin toward Buck as if there could be any mistaking who Eddie is referring to.

Beside him, Buck chokes.

It’s an awful enough sound that Eddie looks over at him in alarm, but Buck is fine, just red as a fire engine and coughing into his fist, the edge of a wild smile digging into his cheek which he’s trying to hide.

tagging: @shitouttabuck @spaceprincessem @hotshotsxyz @transboybuckley @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @bigfootsmom @queerdiazs @lemonzestywrites @try-set-me-on-fire @rewritetheending @sibylsleaves @shyaudacity @absolutelybifurious @exhuastedpigeon @bi-buckrights @lonelychicago @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @butchdiaz @wikiangela @hippolotamus @dr-shortsighted-owl @devirnis @colonoscopys and anyone else who wants to share!

[mirensiart]

Felt like drawing a reversed version of this other drawing of mine cause today has been A Day and I crave a wars hug lmao

[lilis-palace]

Coming soon!

[spacedlexi]

date nights

[bekkachaos]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🔥

now, I told myself I'd stop starting new wips, one of these days I'll listen 🤷🏼‍♀️

this comes from what I like to call the "oops I thought we were going to die so I confessed my love to you but we actually didn't and now I've made it awkward" fic.

so here goes!

"Were you really just not going to say anything?" Buck asked, a mixture of hurt and anger in his glassy eyes. "Ever?"

"Of course I wasn't going to say anything!" he says far too quickly, and Buck almost recoils from him. Eddie steps forward, trying to regain some of the ground between them. "I couldn't."

"Did you think I wouldn't be open to it? That the only time I might even consider kissing you back would be when there was no time left for either of us?"

"No," Eddie shook his head, bile rising in his throat. This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. "No, Buck, it wasn't about you."

That seemed to make it even worse.

"So, what? You just wanted to live out some... fantasy you had before you died?" he asked, the anger winning out and his nostrils flaring, like he was trying to control the emotion that was so blatantly written all over his face. "You thought 'hey, Buck's into guys, he won't say no', that we'd die and no one would ever have to know about it? And you wouldn't have to deal with it later?"

Eddie's jaw was frozen shut, his teeth clamped so tightly they were in danger of breaking.

He was so impossibly wrong, but so incredibly right at the same time.

tags for anyone who has things to share x

@monsterrae1 @thelikesofus @eddiebabygirldiaz @bi-buckrights @dr-shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @loveyourownsmiilee @smilingbuckley @lonelychicago @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @jackluvsdaniel @morose-fan @bidisasterevankinard @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck @daffi-990 @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @wildfluorescent @diazsdimples @steadfastsaturnsrings @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @tizniz @bucksbiawakening @gayhoediaz @inell @whatwouldeddiedo @bigfootsmom @eddieera @eddieuberdiaz

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley

hello, I need to start posting more snippets again, I have too many wips I need motivation for lol

here's my "8x11 morning after going differently fic" where im giving them the counter make out they deserve lol it uses some of the dialogue until a certain point, but then it's going how it was supposed to idc lol

(lowkey set myself a cut off point in the episode dialogue to change stuff from then on and got stuck but I rememberd I can change stuff at any point actually, who knew lol)

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"Honestly?" Buck scans Tommy's face, leaning in slightly. He can't help his eyes falling onto his lips, that perfect cupid's bow he needs to taste again. "This was the best night I've had in this place." He smiles, feeling so light and well-rested for once, and so happy. Just, he feels right, sitting here with Tommy so close. "To be fair," Buck adds, "it's also the first night I've had in this place, but, uh, still." He licks his lips, not even hiding he's looking right at Tommy's. Craving another taste.

Buck squeezes his thighs around Tommy's hips, reaches out to wrap his arms around Tommy's neck and bringing him closer. Tommy's not protesting, his smile only growing, hands inching a little further up on Buck's thighs.

"Yeah?" Tommy tilts his head, gaze stopping on Buck's lips.

"Mhm." Buck's eyes flutter as he leans further into Tommy, their noses brushing.

"Wonder why's that." Tommy hums, and Buck laughs, shakes his head slightly, enough to not lean away from Tommy.

"I always sleep better with you next to me." Buck whispers, and hears Tommy's breath hitch before he presses his lips to Tommy's.

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no pressure tags

@dr-shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @diazpatcher @monsterrae1 @pirrusstuff @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @diazheartsbuckley @giddyupbuck @thewolvesof1998 @underwaterninja13 @your-catfish-friend @gaytommykinard @beyourownanchor6 @weewootruck @kirkaut @quillvice @wildfluorescent @bucked-it-up @drcloyd @girlwonder-writes @dadbodbucky @loullaby @aringofsalt @actuallyitsellie @hippolotamus @diazsdimples @hyperfocusthusly @cornerofspace @tommybuckleys @romanbridgers @evansbuck-ley @champagnetommy and anyone who wants to idk <3

[lordcaptains]

"Heinrix van Calox," she said breathlessly, splayed on the bed next to him. "Where on Holy Terra did you learn to do that?"

His gaze shifted away from her and he coughed, seemingly embarrassed by the answer he was about to give - which, given the pleasures he'd been shamelessly inflicting on her just moments before, she couldn't help but find a little charming.

"You know I have made it a point to closely study you and your, uh, particular reactions. This seemed a useful enough application of that knowledge."

[setmeatopthepyre]

tidbit tuesday

I was tagged by @o0anapher0o like a week ago and thought hey, let's do this again. also people said nice things about my most recent fic and it inspired me to actually move stuff out of my notes app and into a doc and organize sources and dedicate an actual folder to this au and

so, from bucktommy knight au aka sweetmeats au

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It is not the first time that Buck dreams of his time as a squire. In fact, many months after his Knighting he would still be chased into slumber by dreams of having forgotten to saddle Chimney’s - Sir Howard’s, back then - steed, or having misplaced the knight’s vambraces, or of finding the cuirass he was meant to clean suddenly shrunken down to size fit only for a field mouse. More than once he had woken to Eddie lobbing items at him from across the room in an effort to keep him from fitfully mumbling in his sleep. In those moments Buck would lay and stare up at the rafters, reminding himself that he was a knight now, no longer beholden to his squirely duties, and wait for his heartbeat to slow enough so that slumber might find him once more.

Still, it had been a long time since his mind last dreamt up a not-quite-memory to fret over in its last throes of shedding his life as a squire and fully believing himself a knight.

The dream he finds himself in now is not like those at all. He is a squire, yes, knows it in the way one knows things in dreams, but his knight is no Sir Howard - it is clear even with the visor of the knight’s helmet lowered. He is taller, for one, and his steed is an unfamiliar one. He is broader also, and his armor is inlaid with the royal golden sun at the breast, pitted by battle, but underneath the dust of combat and travel it gleams brilliantly still, none more so than when the shade of the barbican gives way to bright daylight.

The courtyard they ride into is equally unfamiliar in its splendor, though Buck recognizes many of the banners along the bailey - the crests of the noble families represented at court. With a start, he realizes that he, too, is carrying a banner, and a thrill shoots up his spine when he recognizes the crest as a crimson phoenix atop a deep blue field.

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no pressure tags for @sugarpenchant @beanarie @ambernotember @emphasisonthehomo @trombonechurchill @rcmclachlan @apollabarnes @geddyqueer @screamlet @leashybebes @epiphainie @frogsinflannel

[crownedinmarigolds]

WIP Wednesday (On a Chewsday!) Busy bee Kelsey, that's what they call me!

[elvensorceress]

tease tidbit tuesday

@sergeantchenford @glorious-spoon @circledwithaheart @sofa-king-lame @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks shared some lovely fun things! so here is more of my omegaverse for @chismosoeddie where Something is Wrong...

tagging beloveds if you want to share anything 💕 @tizniz @xjeanmoreaux @mangonadaeddie @chaosandwolves @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @bekkachaos @livinginsunnyhell @sazanahashi @youreavicioustrollop @damnikindaship @kejfeblintz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @singitforthegirls @theautumnbard @keynb

“It’s bigger than I thought,” Buck says, looking around the room. “The house I mean. It looks bigger. Not so murder shack in person. A little bit murder shack. But not as much as I was expecting.”

Eddie nods and should smile. Or say something. The nodding is off balance though. He dips into blurry and gray, more darkness, but also spots of light. Maybe they’re stars? If they’re in space where everything is cold and dark, then would there be stars? 

Eddie blinks and tries to shake the dizziness from his head. It doesn’t work. No one expected it to work. His head aches. It’s been aching for days. Or years. Hasn’t Eddie always been aching? 

“It’s okay,” is what Eddie manages to tell him. He’s out of breath. Out of air. His chest hurts too much to breathe deeply. But he’s fine. Still standing. He finds the half wall near the door and leans against it. Still standing, still fine. This house isn’t anything like LA and their house there. Not their house. Buck’s house now. Not Eddie’s house. 

Eddie doesn’t have a home. 

Eddie doesn’t have anything. He can’t smell anything. He can’t feel anything. 

Buck looks at him with concern, and yeah. He should be concerned. 

There are dark edges around the muscular shape of him. Shadows taking Eddie’s peripheral vision, surrounding him, and the flashes of light dots. It could be closing in, the darkness. Seeping into his brain from every side. 

Eddie rubs his forehead and shivers. The A/C is working now. He got it fixed. That’s why it’s so cold in here. He’s so cold. 

He’s so cold.

“Sorry for—” Eddie gestures around. He unpacked but it isn’t a home. Not fit for having guests. No successful nesting. He wanted to nest, he wanted to make a home. He wants his baby with him again. But he’s alone. He’s always been alone. Will always be alone. 

He shivers again and pulls Buck’s hoodie tighter around his body with one arm. It doesn’t have scent on it anymore but it was still Buck’s at one point. It should be comforting. It should protect him. Eddie made sure to get the A/C fixed so he could sleep in the hoodie. Or try to. He tosses and turns and dozes some, but he doesn’t sleep. 

He can’t sleep. It’s not safe to sleep. He doesn’t have anyone nearby looking out for him. Eddie can take care of himself, but he has to be vigilant. He can’t rest. Or let his guard down. He doesn’t have his family anymore. He doesn’t even have his baby. He never had a mate. 

Did he have one? Did he lose his mate? His Buck? Was there more lightning? More blood? More tsunamis? Are they mates? Did he lose him? 

He left him.