#WIP snippet

[pentapoctopus]

🍾 for wip weekend? Let Steve be messy whoo

Yay! Steve isn't quite as messy as he will be just yet. But I'm having a blast writing silly little snippets of this.

“You want me to play what?”

“It’s Justin Timberlake,” Steve said, a little defensive. “People like Justin Timberlake.”

The DJ looked down his nose at him skeptically. “Do they?”

“What’s wrong with Cry Me a River?” Steve asked.

“At a wedding?” The DJ asked, arching a brow. “No dice.”

Steve hesitated. “Okay. How about like, Beyoncé?”

The DJ brightened and a relieved smile spread across his face. “Already got Single Ladies lined up for the bouquet toss.”

“I was thinking maybe something else before then?”

The DJ shrugged. “Sure. What’re you thinking?”

“...Irreplaceable?”

The DJ stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Dude, you know why I can’t do that. Right? Please tell me you know why I can’t do that.”

A continuation of this idea

[hbyrde36]

Tagged by @felixir-of-moths and @tinytalkingtina

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3-ish sentences for that WIP!

Here's what I'm working on this week:

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5 & 6)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch 5)

🏰 Not (A) Cinderella (Story) - (for @strangertales2025 based on this ficlet)

💫 Forever After (sequel one-shot to It's Only Forever Labyrinth au)

From Forever After:

Sadly, Argyle wasn’t dressed up as a priest, at least not fully. He and Steve had worked together to conjure up the appropriate garments in the giant’s size, but the overgrown baby had found the cloth too itchy and constricting. They compromised with a crisp white collar. And in place of a holy book, their friend held a well-worn copy of The Fellowship of the Ring in his large hands.

“We are gathered here today, my dudes, not just as witnesses, but as fellow travelers—companions along the road known as life. As Bilbo said—” 

Argyle paused to pitch his voice down, performing a low ominous tone, through his wide fangy grin. 

“—It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.’ But sometimes, where you get swept off to, is exactly where you belong.”

No pressure tags @pearynice @penny00dreadful @sidekick-hero @queenofshenanigans @maxfandoms

@bellandora @beingmissbatty @pentapoctopus @eriquin @helpimstuckposting@vthx @hotluncheddie @eternal-sunflowers @fuctacles

[beingmissbatty]

🐦‍🔥 Boom I compromised

I love you (as my boss says, in as platonically and non-threateningly and professionally way as possible -- and with all of my affection possible in this moment). You're enabling me, on multiple fronts.

“Eddie…” Chrissy’s little voice called, pained and unsure, as she tugged at his hair to turn his head, “I need you to not panic but—”

A twinge of pain shot through his neck as he whipped his head around, eyes finally landing on Joyce, curled in a corner with Steve’s head in her lap. His skin was pale, normally perfectly kempt hair limp and plastered to his face… and he was covered in blood. As if trying to protect itself, Eddie’s mind tried to convince him it was someone else’s, that someone had tossed a paint bucket at him thinking his glorious pelt of chest hair was a fur coat.

Anything but what it really was.

Make me write!

[wynnyfryd]

“Oh, my god, I’m sorry, okay?” Steve bends to spit toothpaste in the sink, flinging his wet toothbrush around. “But I just put on your favorite movie and spooned you for an hour and a half, man, so like, read the room.”

Eddie slides up behind him and wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. Jesus, Steve’s hot when he’s annoyed. “The room has been read.” He nuzzles his cheek against Steve’s back until he feels the muscles relax; tips up to kiss Steve’s jaw, the splotch of blush beside his ear. “The room has been so thoroughly appreciated. The room is gonna get its dick sucked clean off if it—”

“—Alright, alright,” Steve shoves him off with a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling at the corner. “The room, uh, thanks you for your, like, maid service offer, but it, um…”

“You can stop trying to improv.”

“Oh, thank god.” He slumps into Eddie’s hold. “Too tired for that shit.”

[steviewashere]

To go along with my last line tag game post, here's a little snippet of something I'm working on (I say little but it's roughly 500 words, jeez):

————— Steve has roughly five seconds, the same five seconds it takes to turn and look over his shoulder, before Eddie—in all his scraggly, limb-flailing, wallet-chain-jingling glory—comes speeding and barreling over the Family Video counter. The next time he blinks, he’s flat on his back against the floor, a Reebok squished firmly to his cheek, and a knee to his aching crotch. There are black spots in his vision as he stares towards the ceiling.

Then, a wild mane of hair cascading around him like a curtain.

Big Whopper malt ball eyes.

An impish grin.

Yup, he notes blearily, that’s Munson.

“My tapes,” Steve mumbles, a soft sad coo bubbling the words. Sure enough, peeking around Eddie’s vest-broad shoulders, there’s a scattering of cases. Some of the plastic protectors have popped open—the Disney movies—and a couple cardboard shit-boxes now softened on their edges. He sighs, looking back to Eddie. Who, somehow, is closer before.

Within kissing range if he stops to think about it.

Which he won’t.

Not now, at least. Those are late night meandering thoughts when his house is a little too quiet. Not for middle of the day afternoon shifts before he’s had a meager lunch. Especially not then.

“Dude,” Eddie breathes. His breath ghosts over Steve’s face: menthol and…yeah, that’s a Yoo-Hoo. Pulling back, Eddie now straddles Steve’s lap, slapping hands over his shoulders. “Dude dude dude! Hideout’s lettin’ me do a solo show and you, my sweet baby boy, are gonna be front-fucking-row.”

Steve sighs again. “Did you have to charge at me?”

Eddie shrugs. “Eh. You’d be nose deep in that stupid inventory system if I didn’t.”

He wriggles against the floor, trying to free himself from Eddie’s shockingly sturdy thighs—again, he pushes those thoughts to the late night bin. “Get off me,” he lightly demands. “I’m gonna put barbed wire on the counter, swear to God.”

With a dusting and a few grunts, Eddie has righted them, dusting off whatever crap Steve landed in. It takes everything in him to not say anything about the fingers combing through his hair, parting through, checking up close and personal.

“Y’know, Eds, you should get one of those nose rings. Really, uh, finish off your freak flag and show the world who y’really are.”

“You saying I’m a raging bull, Stevie?”

“Mmm”—Steve throws up his hands, weighing them side to side—“yeah, sure, whatever you call a guy who tries to flatten your dick. All you need are the horns and the ring and the…the whole stomping of your feet. Set the stage.”

“Pssh, you probably liked it,” Eddie fires back. “Probably the most action you’ve gotten in eons.”

Steve scoffs, bending down to pick up the videos—Eddie follows him down, crinkling the plastic Disney clamshells closed, setting them on the counter behind him. “Sure, whatever you say Mr. Dusty-Pack-Of-Condoms.”

“Ooo hit ‘em right where it hurts, I see,” Eddie says around a smarmy grin, “you’re feisty when you wanna be. I commend you, Ole King of Yore.”

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[taintandviolent]

very rough draft so be quiet i haven't seen it yet and i'm already doing it. if anyone betted that I wasn't gonna... y'all are LOSERS

[itzqsposts]

Uni now over!!!🙌getting back on the grind 🫡 been playing around with new colouring for future stuff and dark fantasy piece is coming along slowly but surely👍

[pressplay-if]

#“And I meant it… at the time. But I kept thinking and rethinking it and then it simply didn’t make sense anymore. You’re my best friend, and I love you. I just don’t think I… [i]love[/i] you, you know?”

[the-bar-sinister]

Google, you get points this once for understanding the character but that is still not a correct suggestion.

[cuntphoric]

should i finish this 😓 I HATE WORKIGONGMY WIPSAHUIJ KILL ME

[linkons-most-wanted]

WIP Snippet - Lab Rat Gang

MC has a heart to heart with Luke and Kieran about their shared experience being Ever test subjects. <3 The twins are such cheerful little weirdos. I love them.

~*~*~

“You know about Josephine?” I ask.

“Philip told us. He was also in a twin experiment. We talked about you after you first showed up in the N109 zone.” Luke smiles knowingly.

I narrow my eyes. “Mhm, what exactly did you talk about?”

“Oh, just that Sylus’s taste was exactly what we thought—”

Luke elbows Kieran under the table, cutting him off.

“What?!” Keiran demands.

A moment later, Sylus steps in from the doorway that only Luke could see out of. “I trust the chat is going well?”

If he heard Kieran’s comment, his expression doesn’t betray it.

“Swimmingly,” I say with a smile, taking another bite of chicken. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only lab rat freak.”

“Lab rat freak gang, rise up!” Luke says, raising a hand to the middle of the table. Kieran and I join him in a three-way high-five.

Sylus clicks his tongue. “I almost feel left out.”

Luke rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, Boss, you’ve got plenty of ‘freak’ cred.”

“Should I take offense at that?” Sylus steps behind me, stealing my fork and a bit of chicken off my plate and popping into his mouth.

I stare at him, taken aback, as he continues towards the kitchen as if he’s done nothing.

“Hey!” I complain.

“What?” Sylus says past a smirk and a mouthful of chicken.

“Get your own!”

“Why do you think I’m going to the kitchen?”

I glower, secretly plotting revenge.

“His type to a T,” Kieran whispers to me.

I blush, but can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips. Still, I feel like I need to change the subject before I combust. “So, what do you guys think I should do?”

“Wait until he lets his guard down, then go in for a kiss—”

“About my brother,” I cut in, blush brightening. “Y’know, the one that was dead and is now alive but also maybe a different person sometimes??”

[ksbbb]

Sunday Snippet

Tagged by @thiamsalpha @endlessnightmaress

“I woke up and I thought Theo was in my room.” Liam confesses, wanting to throw a book at the wall and contemplate his own life. It’s embarrassing he’s admitting this outloud.

“That’s not the kind of thing I’d be telling people.” Malia says, outwardly looking ashamed for him. What a great start.

“It wasn’t like that! It was a dream. Forget it. I’m going to die now.” Liam groans, unable to explain what he means, or why his skin feels hot when he thinks about the chimera, and saying it’s a dream seems like the better option.

It’s all a little fuzzy. Theo was there.

@thiamsxbitch @maplesyrizzup @haven-of-dusk @honestlydarkprincess @okay-but-could-we-not @el-viruss @wolfboy88 @nightshade-emrys @mmoosen @gaefandomlover @neurodivergentflower @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamblogger @genetic-hellhound @rhyslahey

[hbyrde36]

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3 sentences for that WIP!

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch5)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10)

💫 Forever After (sequel one-shot to It's Only Forever)

From Caught in the Undertow:

“What’s all this about, boys?” Steve turned away from the stove to see Wayne eyeing the elaborate spread with a mix of delight and suspicion, pausing at the kitchen threshold to toe his work boots off before plopping down into his usual seat at the table.  “Don’t look at me, Wayne” Eddie grumbled from where he sat slumped in his chair, giving Steve his own skeptical glare. “This is all his doing, and he won’t tell me a thing.”  Steve stifled a laugh, wiping his hands off on a small towel before crossing to the fridge where he’d stashed their other treat for the night, in the form of name brand pop. Another luxury they didn’t typically indulge in as three men living on one income. He cracked two of the ice cold cans of Pepsi open and slid one across the table to each of the Munsons, both looking more dubious than ever, and finally sat down to join them. Wayne stared at him for a long moment but eventually shrugged, taking a long sip from his can and letting out a loud satisfied burp. “Well, I'd be worried you were about to tell me I was gonna be a grandpa before my time If it wasn’t, y’know, biologically impossible,” the older man said, tilting his head a little as he added, “not for lack of trying, though.”

No pressure tags: @penny00dreadful @pearynice @sidekick-hero @vthx @tinytalkingtina

@sourw0lfs @felixir-of-moths @little-annie @hitlikehammers @helpimstuckposting

[sister-lucifer]

Man Up: A Preview

T4T Tim Wright/Masky x Transmasc!Reader

CW: force masc, degradation, use of homophobic language (i.e. sissy, pansy), generally mean, pissed off dom Tim

“I don’t wanna see you in any of that pansy shit ever again, do you fuckin’ hear me?”

“Tim, please…!” You whimper, grabbing his wrist and weakly trying to free yourself from his grip. 

“I asked you a question, boy. Do you hear me?” 

You nod as best you can, frantically attempting to placate him. 

“Y-Yes, yes! I hear you, okay?! Let go…!” 

He debates the order for a moment, ultimately deciding to concede. He releases his grip on your face, but doesn’t back up. He leans down to speak into your ear, his breath warm on your delicate skin. 

“You’re a man now. You’re gonna stop acting like a fuckin’ sissy. No more skirts, no more lace, no more of that shit I know for a damn fact you hate wearing. It’s for your own good.”

You open your mouth to argue, but you can’t force out any words. The humiliation of this ordeal is making your throat clamp shut. You didn’t think Tim had noticed. How stupid you must be for being so obvious. 

“…I’m sorry,” is the only response you can manage, a little whisper of regret. You keep your gaze trained on the floor, too afraid to look up at Tim. Even now, he thinks, you’re cowering. Pathetic. 

“Let me tell you what you’re gonna do, boy,” He says, placing two hands on your shoulders and squeezing a bit, “You’re gonna take off that frilly ass outfit. All of it. You’re gonna strip down nice and naked, then you’re gonna lay on that bed and wait for me to get back. I’m not done with you.”

[wynnyfryd]

“I just finished reading Grapes of Wrath, which is actually pretty excellent when you’re not being forced to read it in sophomore lit.” Eddie turns to them with a smirk. “Also got a stack of slutty zines under my bed if that’s more your speed.”

Robin chokes on her orange soda. “Grapes, please.”

Steve looks between the two of them, confused. “Why? I like slutty stuff.”

Eddie’s making air leak noises from trying so hard not to laugh.

Robin’s face is beet red. “Eddie, give him Grapes of Wrath and shut up!”

[steviewashere]

Another little WIP Snippet, except this time it's from the start of my second part in my text fic universe. Things get a little meta and a little wild all in one.

CW: Referenced Omegaverse/Aspects of Omegaverse (this is not an omegaverse fic though)

————— Eddie: stevie i’m gonna write fan fic about us <33

Steve: Do I wanna know what fanfic is?

Eddie: for the sake of my brain I need you to just pretend to know..ok?

Steve: Fine. Sure. Whatever.

Steve: So…are you writing about us going to see a movie or something?

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Eddie: mmmmm or something………

Steve: Oh god, what are you doing?

Eddie: sex :3

Eddie: animal style :D

Seen 5 minutes ago

Eddie: do you think you’re more alpha or omega or a beta???

Eddie: this is important information to me

Eddie: I need you to respond now

Steve: Isn’t that alpha stuff just stupid shit that conservative cucks argue about online?

Steve: Where they try to compare themself to Patrick Bateman as if that’s a good thing?

Eddie: …yes…but that’s not what I’m talking about right now.

Eddie: basically do you think youre more

Eddie: …actually

Eddie: don’t answer any of my questions right now I’m taking this into my own hands

Steve: I think I just felt a disturbance in the force. What the fuck are you about to do to me?

Eddie: well you want six kids somehow

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Steve: Eddie…

Eddie: :3

Eddie: youre gonna be bouncing on my knot

Steve: What the fuck does THAT mean?

Eddie: shhhhhhh….daddy says that kitten doesn’t need to worry about that right meow

Steve: Don’t call me that.

Steve: Also. If anybody’s any sort of daddy in this relationship it’s me and I think you know that.

Steve: Also also. You saying that pun gave me the ick.

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Eddie: Who the fuck taught you what the ick means?

Eddie: I’ve never heard you say those series of words ever. In my life. You have never. And I mean never. Said that to me ever.

Eddie: Are you online?

Eddie: Are you lurking somewhere online?

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Steve: …

Steve: Robin forced me to download TikTok.

Steve: The shopping menu is bullshit and super invasive.

Steve: But also people on there are funny.

Steve: And also there’s people on there who share facts about praying mantises and sharks and I didn’t know I could learn so many facts, but I’m having the time of my life. Did you know that hammerheads go hunting by themselves? So, because they’re carnivores, they hunt down other sea wildlife. And they can dig through the sand on the ocean floor to find stingrays to eat. Also, great hammerheads—which is what I’ve been talking about—they have pups once every two years or something and can have, like, fifty of them in one litter! Live pups, too! Not eggs! They don’t lay eggs like other fish do, like clown fish, you know? Isn’t that crazy?! That’s crazy!

Steve: Well…smooth hammerheads have up to fifty, last I heard. Great hammerheads can have, like, up to forty-two. But that’s still a crazy number!

Steve: Imagine having that many children at once?

Steve: I can’t even handle the seven I accidentally picked up over the last few years! They’re not even my children!

Seen just now

Eddie: can you come home from the gym and talk more shark facts with me

Eddie: I love when you talk about sharks

Steve: You should make me talk about shark facts in that fanfic thing of yours.

Eddie: come home and give me an in person example of you talking about sharks. I wanna get the gleam in your eyes when I write about you.

Steve: Okay ❤️

Eddie: I love you so fucking much

Steve: I love you too

Delivered 10 minutes ago

Steve: Also, I looked up what you were asking me.

Steve: You should make both of us alphas. And then you should…hold on I have to look it up again.

Steve: You should “bitch” me. Wow, that sounds really derogatory. Is that derogatory? Side note, how many feminists do you think are into this omegaverse stuff? Do they “get the ick” when reading about bitching or is it like a secretly sexy thing to them that they’re too ashamed to admit out loud?

Steve: Okay, I’m reading some…some Arcane Jayce/Viktor thing on my phone right now and I think you should definitely still “bitch” me. The way this bitching thing works changes so much from story to story, I don’t even know what’s lore accurate to the omegaverse or what’s just people’s kinks taking on new shape.

Steve: But you should do it me on, like, accident. And I should be kinda mad at first, but then I realize that I love the new version of myself. Like so much more than I loved my previous self. And that I am happier in my new body and stuff. And you should delicately eat me out because you’re still nervous about fucking up with me, but then I yank you by the hair and make you choke on my “slick”—why is it called that; I don’t think I like that part very much, but whatever. And I’m all euphoric and shit.

Steve: And then I have a pussy like I was destined to have.

Steve: Okay, some of this stuff is so cool. Also, there’s some depressing stuff in this ship’s tag.

Seen just now

Eddie: got a boner too fast. Nosebleed.

Eddie: also. babe, I think you might have something to work through, maybe.

Eddie: and also I feel like I just created a monster. are you reading fics right now instead of coming home?

Steve: I’m eating a cheesy Gordita crunch in my car while reading and sipping on my large ass Baja blast. So…yeah, I guess.

Steve: I’ll be done soon, though. It’ll be fine.

Delivered 2 hours ago

Eddie: so are you coming home now?? do I need to report you missing???

Steve: Do NOT read the playlist jayvik fic. Do not do it. Oh my god. I’m gonna throw up from crying I am not okay right now.

Eddie: oh no you discovered it

Eddie: just…just get yourself calmed and come home when you can please don’t drive with tears in your eyes I don’t need you dying

Delivered just now

Steve: You are not allowed to kill either of us in your fanfic.

Steve: But I still want you to do that bitching thing.

Steve: Please.

Eddie: I don’t wanna push you in any sort of way…but do you think that we should maybe have a conversation about why you’re so fascinated with that part?? It’s starting to not sound like a kink.

Eddie: in fact, I feel like I have it on good authority that this wasn’t a kink to start with.

Steve: Maybe, but I’ve gotta focus on driving now, so I’m not worried about any of that stuff right now. Bringing you a Doritos taco. And your piss colored Mtn Dew.

Steve: You should suck my dick when I get home to make me feel better.

Steve: After you eat and brush your teeth, though. I don’t need nacho cheese powder on my dick.

Delivered just now

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