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[hitlikehammers]

For the Hobbit-Birthday Fic-Giving Fest:

To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra

Lyrics:

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me

Really excited to see what you come up with for and what a fantastic idea!!! 🖤 Happy early birthday and happy writing!!

Ooooo this one gave me so many ideas, from sweet, to they-met-as-kids, to PURE ANGST, but this was where my head kept coming back to so, hopefully it does the trick: there is a tree as old as me 🖤

[spaceofentropy]

For WIP Wednesday the Magic AU pretty please!

Hiiii! Why, yes, of course, here it is!

So he keeps on prodding, keeps on following what remains of his memories and tracing their uneven edges. Some unravel into nonsense and others fade into nothing, and others yet are chopped off mid-sentence, mid-feeling, mid-life. Like different things went at his mind with different intents, Steve thinks, and then laughs out loud because that sounds like the most ridiculous bullshit ever.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Would you please tell me more about Feathers and Snowfall?

Hi!!!

Feathers is a oneshot wip which I hope to get it out one day 😁 Steve wants to try something new with Billy, a trust fall of sorts. Can't really say anything else about it because it's...that. I already posted a snippet of it to another ask but here's another:

Steve let go of Billy's shoulders, but he didn't pull his hands far from his skin. Instead he left them hovering over the arms feather light, barely away from the skin. The fingers moved slowly and tenderly lower, just barely touching, past the elbows, just barely brushing the hairs on Billy's arms. As he did this, he leaned his chest closer to Billy's back. Billy's skin rippled following the path of the fingers. His mouth relaxed and he let out a breath. While Steve's hands graced Billy's arms back up towards his shoulders, his lips moved just above the skin of Billy's shoulders, worshipping Billy all the way up towards his neck oh so slow, slow, slow. He pressed a light kiss on the tender skin behind Billy's ear, running the tip of his tongue on Billy's earlobe, from the dangling earring all the way up the curve and stopping at the fabric.

Snowfall is a sequel to Snow on the Beach. It's a glimpse into where Billy and Steve are after a while since that first kiss. Toothrotting fluff all the way, just like the first part 🍯🍯🍯

And then he thought about Billy's laughter. Not the mean and cocky one he let out on the basketball court but the other one. The one that bubbled out from his throat and easily into the air when he felt safe and happy. Steve had heard it for the first time when he had taught Billy new pool tricks in their basement – because playing pool was one of the few things Steve was actually really good at and his parents supported it by buying him a real pool table. Anyway, Billy had known the basics but Steve had given him some pointers and when Billy had cleaned the table for the first time, he'd laughed that laughter. It was like a fucking siren song to Steve. Something had shifted inside Steve at that moment, never to be the same again. Since then, Steve had done all he could to make Billy laugh like that.

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[aparticularbandit]

Immortal Witch Riding Hood for WIP Wednesday please!

WIP Wednesday Game

Can do and have done! Thanks so much for asking!! :D

By the time you make it to Fay’s cottage, you are crying.

You’d thought you were done with this by now.  The whole crying thing.  Your papa’s wife hates that you keep crying, but your papa has been defending you to her.  He says your mama is dead (she isn’t) and that it makes sense for you to be crying so much.  But you still have to be around her during the day while he goes to do whatever it is he does at the really pretty brick building with all of the glass pictures in it next door, so you’ve gotten good at hiding in your room away from her.  Not just when you need to cry, but just…in general.

She hates you.  You know that she hates you.

And you’re terrified of what she’ll be like if you don’t have visits to Fay to look forward to every week.

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[whataboutthefish]

and then you came

and then you came

My submission to the @bigbangharringrove Big Bang 2023 event.

Now Complete

Author: @whataboutthefish (Ao3: what_about_the_fish) Artist: @lucadoodledoo (Twitter) Beta Reader: @kallisto-k (Ao3: DragonsIre)

Summary: After having escaped his father’s grasp, Billy Hargrove finds himself in California working his dream job as a lifeguard and masquerading as a Dominant. The charade comes to an end when he’s brought to his knees and beaten by a gang of Doms causing trouble on his beach. Steve is an EMT who happens to be a Dominant and who’s called to the beach to help Billy. What he finds is an uncollared, unclaimed Submissive and offers his help. Without it, Billy is destined to end up in government care with an appointed Dominant of their choosing. What starts as a platonic dom/sub relationship quickly grows as Billy finds a side of submission he’s never experienced before with a Dominant different from any he’s ever met in his life. Rating: E

Word count: 110k Pairings: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Content Tags: BDSM, D/s universe, D/s secondary gender, Submissive Billy Hargrove, Dominant Steve Harrington, Abusive Neil Hargrove, Physical assault, EMT Steve, Lifeguard Billy, Violence, Forced submission (non-con), Subspace, Sub drop, Dom space, Dom drop, Kneeling, Collars, Dom voice, Hand feeding, Spanking, Bratting, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Safe words, Aftercare, Loss of virginity, Cock warming, Anal sex, Blow jobs, Mild pain play, Butt plugs, Topping from the bottom, Bondage

Fic now complete

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[bigbangharringrove]

and then you came

Author: @whataboutthefish (Ao3: what_about_the_fish) Artist: @lucadoodledoo (Twitter) Beta Reader: @kallisto-k (Ao3: DragonsIre)

Summary: After having escaped his father’s grasp, Billy Hargrove finds himself in California working his dream job as a lifeguard and masquerading as a Dominant. The charade comes to an end when he’s brought to his knees and beaten by a gang of Doms causing trouble on his beach. Steve is an EMT who happens to be a Dominant and who’s called to the beach to help Billy. What he finds is an uncollared, unclaimed Submissive and offers his help. Without it, Billy is destined to end up in government care with an appointed Dominant of their choosing. What starts as a platonic dom/sub relationship quickly grows as Billy finds a side of submission he’s never experienced before with a Dominant different from any he’s ever met in his life. Rating: E Pairings: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Content Tags: BDSM, D/s universe, D/s secondary gender, Submissive Billy Hargrove, Dominant Steve Harrington, Abusive Neil Hargrove, Physical assault, EMT Steve, Lifeguard Billy, Violence, Forced submission (non-con), Subspace, Sub drop, Dom space, Dom drop, Kneeling, Collars, Dom voice, Hand feeding, Spanking, Bratting, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Safe words, Aftercare, Loss of virginity, Cock warming, Anal sex, Blow jobs, Mild pain play, Butt plugs, Topping from the bottom, Bondage

Excerpt:

“I’m just so tired,” Billy said. “I can see that, sweetheart. Did you want to go down for a bit?” Billy really did, it was such a strange sensation actually giving in to his wants. His body ached, beyond what the paracetamol could fix, and he knew his body needed it but he also wanted it. “Yes please.” “Such good manners,” Steve said easily, stroking a hand over Billy’s back. God that made something in him preen and his heart soar, he was so weak. “I thought you might like to try some time on your knees? Not too long, especially if you’re not used to it, and I’ll pull you into my lap when I think you’ve had enough. Would you like that?” It sounded wonderful and Billy felt his cheeks heat at the idea of being on his knees for Steve, “yeah, yeah that-” he made himself look Steve in the eyes, “that sounds good.” “So good for me, sweetheart, so brave.” The praise was doing things to Billy, his mind already feeling close to the edge of subspace. He didn’t truly understand this way of Domination, it was completely foreign and until he met Steve he didn’t even know it was an option. Steve shifted Billy off his lap and placed his new pillow on the ground by his feet. And that was new, Billy’s comfort was at the forefront of Steve’s mind with everything he did. “Alright, down you go,” Steve said, nudging Billy until he got on his knees. “Rest your head here,” he said, patting his thigh, which Billy did immediately and then Steve’s hand- which Billy had noticed was the side he wore his cuff- was in his hair, fingertips scratching his scalp and making him tingle all the way down his spine. “Is that ok?” he asked. Billy was already feeling fuzzy, his tongue thick in his mouth, “yeah” he said on a sigh. Steve let out a little laugh. “Thought you might like this, you go down now, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you get back.” It was really that easy, Billy let go of everything and let himself be taken down further than he had before. Steve stayed the night like it was the easiest thing to do. He slept in Billy’s bed, letting him snuggle into Steve’s side and again it was the best sleep he’d had. He woke feeling refreshed, thankfully this time still wrapped in Steve’s warm embrace. They enjoyed an easy breakfast, Billy finally being able to serve Steve when he offered to make eggs. He didn’t really have an option; it was the only thing in the apartment but Steve loved them and Billy felt his chest burst with pride.

[harringroveholidayexchange]

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2023 HHE Masterlist

See You At The Bitter End by Antarc ( @rascheln ) - 1,358 words - for Starkstruck27 ( @starkstruck27 )

A Cortado (and a Muffin) by DragonsIre ( @kallisto-k )- 4,946 words - for hmg621 ( @hmg621 )

Three's the Magic Number (Or Five Times Billy, Steve and Eddie Were Idiots and One Time They Weren't) by Softhargrove ( @chrisbitchtree )- 6,005 words - for Finney13 ( @camaro-and-smokes )

night shift by nervoussis ( @passivenovember ) - 15,508 words - for Catharrington ( @catharrington )

All In The Hands by Carerra_os ( @jellyfishloveletterghosts ) - 6,181 words - for TheMadcapLaughs ( @lorifragolina )

Tender Touches by MerthurAllure(Kirbymatsu) ( @apple-juice-dreams ) - 1,452 words - for Hippiebuckyharrington ( @hippiebuckyharrington )

Treacherous by mourntheantagonist ( @mourntheantagonist ) - 4,098 words - for avalonlights ( @avalonlights )

Home is with You by Deathinasmalltown ( @billysblueeyes ) - 6,787 words - for DragonsIre ( @kallisto-k )

Are you awake, Sunshine? by Catharrington ( @catharrington ) - 1,654 words

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What happens in the shed, Stays there by Dovesadumass - 2,193 words - for shantytown_bourgeoisie ( @sh1tbird-shantytown )

And Since We’ve No Place to Go by Hippiebuckyharrington ( @hippiebuckyharrington ) - 9,799 words - for Softgrove ( @chrisbitchtree )

Lay down this armor by Medusapelagia ( @medusapelagia ) - 13,853 words - for Yikes_Writes ( @yikesharringrove )

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Little Siren by Finney13 ( @camaro-and-smokes ) - 9,516 words - for Medusapelagia ( @medusapelagia )

Under The Mistletoe by Destroya_Destroya ( @destroya-hargrove ) - 2,120 words - for Deathinasmalltown ( @billysblueeyes )

Santa Baby (I’ll Wait Up for You, Dear) by Starkstruck27 ( @starkstruck27 ) - 6,968 words - for Kirbymatsu ( @apple-juice-dreams )

Have I Got the Person for You by hmg621 ( @hmg621 ) - 2,491 words - for Carerra_os ( @jellyfishloveletterghosts )

Problem Number Three by Yikes_Writes ( @yikesharringrove ) - 3,235 words - for Dovesadumass

Home by boltedfruit ( @boltedfruit ) - 1,521 words - for Destroya_Destroya ( @destroya-hargrove )

The fair by TheMadcapLaughs ( @lorifragolina ) - 3,980 words - for nervoussis ( @passivenovember )

[lorifragolina]

Under the Myrtle

My second fic for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang in collaboration with the talented @raven-cl and their spectacular Bily/Steve art!

Word Count: 9884

Rating:  E

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington's parents

Tags:  References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Greek Mythology, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Top Steve Harrington, vecna is a god sex in the water Sex in the woodsBroken Promises Heartbreaking

A shepherd and a stranger, in the woods by the lake, under the myrtle, in a sweet, warm spring. There is love, there are secrets, there are broken promises and faith in the gods. --- He was wearing the white tunic, almost completely opened on his chest, and a golden chain was sparkling around his neck. He was barefoot and the pebbles and twigs seemed to not bother him. The man stood near him, looking at him with a smile. He was more or less as tall as him, but for some reason Steve felt uneasy in front of him. He sat up and looked at the man in return, speechless and bewitched. “You…” he heard himself whispering to the stranger. The air seemed still and he feared breathing. The man giggled, and this little laugh seemed like the song of a fresh and cheerful waterfall. “It’s you who spies on people when they are taking their baths?” The man asked, still smiling under his tiny mustaches, tilting his head to him. Steve nodded. He couldn't trust his own voice. “You scared me,” continued the other sweetly. Steve blinked, and the man got nearer and sat at his side.

Beta Reader: @kallisto-k

Art by @raven-cl

[hitlikehammers]

there is a tree as old as me

rating: teen tags: future fic, outside POV, trespassing, established relationship, engaged steddie💍 ✨for @kallisto-k at my BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST for the prompt: To Build A Home—The Cinematic Orchestra: 'and now, it's time to leave and turn to dust // out in the garden where we planted the seeds // there is a tree as old as me

She catches the trespassers by chance, really.

She’s awake early even for her routine, age doing nothing for the capacity to sleep in on a good day but her hip’s been a trial, and she needs buy a new mattress but Richard’s insistent he can’t bear to sleep on a stone slab, Patricia, good god—she wants to get one of those Select Comforts that splits their settings between two sides as a compromise; he argues those are for lesser mortals, which she’s long learned has evolved in recent years to mean not just that he thinks he’s above something in general, but more now that he thinks he’s better than technological advances.

And Patricia Harrington has standards, certainly, but she can also recognize when

She’s also old enough to remember when ‘new’ was an opportunity to throw her Black Card and gloat a little in the rush of the novelty, the momentary shine until the next new thing appeared to repeat the cycle.

She might be feeling her years, but she doesn’t understand when her husband got so damn old.

At least he’s still savvy enough to the time that they’ve got an airtight security system for the house itself, given the trespassers—more likely would-be-burglars, given the evaluation they’d just paid taxes on for the property—that she spies out the window, hears where she cracked the window in the kitchen to light a cigarette as she brews an early coffee.

Maybe Richard will agree to motion sensors for the yard, if she tells him about these…miscreants.

They’re moving carefully, like they don’t want to be seen, or more likely caught—suspicious, obviously—but they’re also moving like the know where they’re headed, as if they’re familiar with the space they’re traversing even in the pitch dark: even more suspect, really, and she wonders if they’ve cased the home, adds full-property camera surveillance to her list of proposals for reevaluating their security.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to—“ she barely catches the hiss from one of the criminals from across the yard, but it doesn’t last.

It doesn’t last because the second party drags the first close and: the lighting’s horrible, the moon’s crescent at best, but there’s really only one thing to be doing when two bodies press close, and then break apart with a pop she makes out on the breeze and, well. She was young, once.

“Believe it, baby,” the second trespasser rumbles low, and, oh, good god: “we gotta hit all the landmarks.”

They’re men. They’re both of them men and they were just—

“Landmarks?” the first one hisses sharper, this time, and Patricia…she doesn’t care nearly as much as Richard does about what people do in their bedrooms that she personally doesn’t agree with.

But this isn’t anyone’s own bedroom. This is her lawn.

“Of our story,” the second one, he—he—has got such curly hair she likely would have assume it was a very tall women, if it weren’t for the voice; “all our highlights.”

“What, exactly, was—“ the first man, he sounds a little exasperated as he whispers, but…fond. Fond like Patricia hasn’t heard in…well.

A very, very long time, at least.

“Here,” the curly haired fiend traipsing her property stops at a redbud tree Richard had always despised, said it looked tacky, common. Patricia canceled every removal service he’d had whichever secretary he instructed to send.

The second man turns, moves slow toward the tree before reaching, placing a hand on the trunk almost carefully, reverently. There’s something…familiar about him. The shape of his face, the way the the coif of his hair catches in shadow—

“My nanny used to tell me this tree was planted the year I was born, that it grew up with me,” and oh, oh, that’s, he’s—“so that I’d have to eat my vegetables and stuff, if I wanted to see it grow.”

He sounds so nostalgic, so soft at the edges; Patricia doesn’t know if she’s ever heard her son sound like that.

Because that’s who it is; why he seemed familiar even at a distance.

Even if she hasn’t seen or heard from Steven in nearly twenty years.

“And look at you both,” the other man, with the curly hair, he’s holding Steven by his arms, and the motion, the body language is…tender even before she hears the words filter over:

“Big and strong,” the man says, and then he’s cupping Steven’s cheek and Steven leans in so quick, like he trusts deeply, here: “fuckin’ beautiful.”

She can’t see it, not in the dark, but something tells her Steven’s smiling for the words. It makes her feel…uncomfortable.

Because it’s not as if they hadn’t seen it; she doesn’t know where Steven’s moved, where he ended up when he moved out while they were gone, left his key and a simple, terse little note about the furnace needing looked at—she only knows he’s nowhere near here, anymore, and she suspects there are some, like the former police chief and his wife, who know where he went but she never asks. She’s too proud for that.

But the point is: Steven doesn’t live in Hawkins anymore, and likely lives nowhere near Hawkins. But when The Post ran the engagement announcement it had only been implied, she’d never have been able to place is, but: when and S. Harrington and E. Munson announced their happy news in print, in a town that didn’t house people by those initials, even if it still housed residents by those family names?

Well. Patricia had suspicions. And she remembers the Munson boy largely because his hair was an unmistakable mess.

Apparently some things didn’t change.

“This,” the Munson boy, because that’s who it is, that’s who’s still cradling her son so close and so gently: “this was the first place I knew you wanted me.”

Steven’s head, she sees, still tilts just so when he’s baffled.

“What?”

“I knew you loved me like I love you, I knew that way before but you,” and the Munson boy, he pulls his hand across his face like the night isn’t doing the hiding for him. Preposterous, really.

“The urchins were inside, we were going to grab more pop to bring in and you pushed me up against this very tree,” and the boy—man, they’re men, they’ve long been men and Patricia doesn’t want to pry up the implications of how she saw no part of the becoming part of that process with her own eyes—but the man’s voice is so warm, so…smitten.

It should be nauseating. Another thing she doesn’t want to pry at is why it…isn’t. At least not quite.

“Couldn’t wait, you said, couldn’t keep you hands off me,” and he’s turning Steven, walking him back against the tree as he speaks the words, like he’s reenacting something nigh-sacred.

“And I knew that I was out of my mind with wanting you like that, on top of loving you more than fucking life baby, but,” and Munson, she can see the way he breathes in his deep for the heave in the line of his back, and she can see the way he…brushes the line of his nose back and forth against Steven’s.

Who still has her father’s nose.

“You were hard as soon as you pinned me,” and Patricia frowns at the glass, when she hears that; and she barely hears is, in fairness, it’s pitched low even as they think they’re alone which is the least they can do but they are not alone and Patrician does not need to be subjected to—

“And it was like a light switch, or a lightning bolt,” the Munson boy—they’re boys they are still boys—but the Munson boy whispers it, and sounds like he’s wondering at it;

“He loves me,” he breathes, the line of his back breathing so deep again; “and he fucking wants me.”

And no, Patricia does not need to hear that at all, but.

There is a part of her, buried somewhere, who…does miss the idea of wanting. Of being wanted. In the abstract.

“You’re absurd,” Steven snorts and oh; oh, she remembers that tone, that testy little snark that always riled Richard enough that he’d largely stomped it out of the boy but oh: Patricia did love when Steven failed to rein it in.

Because it always reminded her that Steven was her son.

She doesn’t intend to start rubbing at her chest, but it…it feels kind of tight, there, just now.

It aches, there. Just now.

“I love you,” and Steven’s voice, she’s never heard him speak with that much feeling, and it’s difficult not to…to react to even just overhearing, to eavesdropping, though in fairness: it is, again, her property.

“And I want you,” Steven leans in, and kisses at Munson’s cheek with such affection, a devotion that’s obvious, near-blinding even in the dark; “just as much now as then,” and then Steven, Steven—

He laughs.

He laughs and it’s such a light and carefree sound and it’s so foreign to Patricia’s ears that it almost makes her anxious, or something of the like.

“But then so much more, baby,” and the warmth in those words: those are foreign too.

Those feel strange to hear, not least in Steven’s voice which…

She thinks she may not have recognized, if the first thing she hear were these words, in this tone.

She’s not wholly sure how to sit with that suspicion.

“Ten days,” the Munson boy’s hands go to Steven’s hips and he rocks them back and forth a bounce in the motion, a levity.

“Ten days,” and Steven…no.

No: she would not have recognized that voice.

She would not have known her son.

“You’re gonna be my husband,” the Munson boy whispers, Patricia only hears because she’s trying to, now, she…she wants to even if it hurts unexpectedly, the tightness under her hand in her chest a pain, now, a small little stab when this man cups her son’s cheeks, cradles him so careful and so…so loving, undeniable even like this, and says what she suspected from that notice in the paper.

Steven is getting married. Steven is getting married and he is proud enough to flaunt it in a town who could never prove it, where he no longer has tied; to a a partner who is proud enough to do the same just as brazen, and she doesn’t know if she’s proud or put-off, but she does know here, now—

Steven is in love. And he is loved deeply in kind. And the person who loves him sounds in awe at the idea of pledging forever not as a contract, but maybe more as a privilege.

She wasn’t paying attention for a strand of seconds as she acknowledged this, and decided ultimately to stop trying to do anything deeper than just that.

But she sees them pull apart; they’d been kissing the entire time she’d been thinking it through.

She isn’t even interested in acknowledging the…niggling little feeling of that kind of prolonged affection, let alone the way they reach for each other, steady each other in the coming apart, as if they have no desire to wholly come apart.

The idea of trusting another pair of hands like it looks as if they do, in the dim of these early hours, is…another foreign thing.

“Okay, okay,” the Munson boy laughs, no, giggles; “let’s get out of here before the owners notice.”

And he turns, would meet her eyes if he could see her; she knows he can’t, knows she’s standing just beyond the capacity to be caught and how absurd, caught inside her own house.

But then he’s turned away again; the house, and whatever it holds, far less compelling than the man at his side.

“Wayne’s place?” Steven’s asking and the Munson boy grabs his hand, lifts it to his mouth.

“Yeah,” the Munson boy says so low, so soft and sweet; “we can hit some more landmarks before that bagel joint he likes opens, we can take him breakfast.”

“More landmarks?” Steven sounds baffled, but so very fond and his partner doesn’t let go of his hand once, reels him in to peck his cheek.

“Of course, sweetheart,” the Munson boy nearly…purrs, how ridiculous; “so many. Because we’ve got one hell of a story.”

But ridiculous or no: the moon shifts out from the clouds as they make to scamper off the lawn and Patricia sees her son’s face for the first time in decades, now, and oh.

Oh: she’s never seen him smile like that. Not…not once.

She turns away, because the sting in her chest burns behind her eyes, a little; because the joy on Steven’s face is…

It feels private; like something she’s not meant to see.

She goes to pour herself the coffee she’d largely forgotten, and, well.

She’s still going to talk to Richard about security, but maybe…

Maybe not just now.

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[klausinamarink]

Unseen Connections

Art

aaaand my @strangerthingsreversebigbang fic is here! Based on @yellowsweater-bluevest’s slide and beta’d by @kallisto-k.

Rating: T

Relationships: Will Byers & Eleven, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Word Count: 15.2k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will Byers Needs a Hug, Dissociation, Protective Mike Wheeler, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Love Confessions

Summary:

It's a miracle that Will Byers was found alive after a week of being missing. But Will doesn't feel like a miracle. Some days when it gets too much, he retreats into the void where he speaks to a girl with superpowers.

[aparticularbandit]

Immortal witch riding hood for WIP Wednesday please!

WIP Wednesday Game

Here you go, and thanks for asking! I'm so sorry it took so long to get it back to you!

His words aren’t to you, of course.  He isn’t even looking at you.  He’s just looking at that woman, who glares back at him, who rubs her arm over her swollen stomach, and who murmurs, “The eve of being a father, and you decide to bring this runt—”

That roaring in your ears again, just as loud.  You don’t mind being called a runt, but you mind her saying it.

[medusapelagia]

writing patterns 👁️

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Was I tagged by someone? No! But I saw this on @cranberrymoons Tumblr and I thought it was fun so I just jumped in (sorry XD)

1 It’s not the first time that Geralt has been hurt, but it’s the first time he almost died on Jaskier's watch. (Family Dinner, Jeraskier)

2 Steve Harrington is the most booked runway model in the world.  (Separate Ways, Harringrove)

3 Billy doesn’t know why he accepted to go to this stupid club, and now that he is sitting on the sticky couch in faux leather he wonders once more how Steve convinced him to join him and Robin. (Wednesday, Harringrove)

4 Steve has trained for this all his life, but when his father gives him the order he hesitates. (I'll make you proud, Steddie)

5 Steve sighs in his dressing room while getting ready to shot, Robin, his personal assistant, got everything ready for him: his favorite snacks, some mango-flavored water, and even his lucky charm, but Steve knew that this movie was going to be the hardest he ever shot. (The scorpion and the frog, Harringrove)

6 “Fuck!” Billy yells, slamming the car door so hard that the entire car trembles for a moment. (Love is a battlefield, Harringrove)

7 Eddie sighs, looking at the boy at his side who is avoiding him as much as he can, which is quite hard given the fact they are sitting so close next to each other. (Black and Gold, Steddie)

8 Eddie sighs, looking at the white blanket around the chalet that Steve booked for their first holiday together. (Running From The Daylight, Steddie)

9 Eddie is kneeling in the mud, shaking like a leaf while Wayne runs toward him: there is a bullet hole in the trailer's wall just a few inches from his head and skid marks on the ground a few feet away. (Let the world around us just fall apart, Steddie)

10 It all started during The Masters: just a big misunderstanding that could have been clarified easily, but the other golf player decided that he could not forgive him and since that day Eddie Munson has tried to piss off Steve anytime he had the occasion. (The Caddie, Steddie)

So the main pattern is that I love to start with a name and that my characters sigh a lot because they already know that I'm going to torture them!

This are my no pressure tags because I think this is so fun!!! @kallisto-k, @spaceofentropy, @romeren, @rindecisions, @lorifragolina, @soaringornithopter, @slippy-slip, @cxwzkeys, @whataboutthefish, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and everyone else who wants to join!