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[steviewashere]

Hanahaki AU Snippet! (Still a big old WIP, so please bear with me)

CW: Blood Mentioned

————— The coughing makes him ache.

Water doesn't help his sore throat. Hot baths prove to be fruitless when trying to soothe himself. And the odd tickle effect intensifies if he even spends a moment, a single second, to spot a thought over Eddie.

When he faced the great evils of the Upside Down, he was afraid, but willing. If it had to be him that was mauled, beaten, drained, then he took it. He was the brute in a lot of ways. A hero's sacrifice, that's what he deemed it. Though, in retrospect, would anybody call him a hero for the way he acted—was it just stupidity rearing its ugly head, was it just the after thought of an after thought, the last call to arms when the other plans dwindled down to shadows and bones? He took the swings and he cried out in pain and he whittled himself to the sluggish pour of blood; but was it him being the good guy, or simply the okay guy that sought out forgiveness from his surroundings?

He's apologized time and time and time again. It started with Nancy. Then, the camera he bought for Jonathan. The snippy comments turned into apologetic pouts when Dustin didn't laugh, or Max didn't smile, or Hopper began to cast this look of 'I know what you've done before'. If he laughed a little too hard at one of Robin's laments, he squished up his face and choked on his breath and shout out a sorry before the anger could paint her freckles red.

Steve's looked Eddie dead in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry for who I was before," but it didn't seem to be enough. There's this gaze that Eddie calls upon. Something stuck between regret and rage; an offense when his lips won't form the words, when his fists won't throw the punches, when he doesn't want to leave the room with a huff. Like he's contemplating something tumultuous and mad.

He would've died for Eddie.

Not like this, though. He doesn't want to die like this.

He doesn't want to die at all.

Robin's laughter echoes light in the shadows of his house. And Dustin's theories run him ragged, yet satisfied—like a run around a track would, breathless and tired. Nancy finally looks at him sweetly. And Max is just beginning to smile with all her teeth again.

None of this, he doesn't want to miss any of this yet. He needs a better job. To share an apartment with Robin even though it would drive him crazy. Needs to make pancakes only to eat them in bed and spill syrup on his pillows and throw a tiny fit of rage. Read upside down, hanging sideways from the arm of his couch, the words swimming in a way that will never make sense, all with the flicker of candlelight thrown over his slow to redden face. To adopt a dog that gets impatient when needing to pee before being fully trained, a dog that'll wiggle when waiting for dinner, a dog that'll bend around his body and star-sprawl across his mattress—leaving him to the floor or the couch or nothing at all.

There's always something that he wants and can't quite have.

He thinks of them between petals.

Cough. To attend Erica's graduation. Cough. To watch Robin fall in love. Cough. To officiate Dustin's wedding. Cough. To drink ice cold weak lemonade just because Jonathan made it when stoned. Cough. To see Eddie happy. Coughcoughcoughcoughcoughcough—

A thorn spills out and splits his lips.

There's blood on the damned thing. Blood on his palms. On his chin. Between his teeth.

Is loving Eddie worth dying over?

If he answers himself with no, would that make him a worse person?

If Eddie found out the answer, would Steve crumple at the reaction?

Is loving Eddie worth dying over? He thinks he'll die no matter what.

There's a thorn on his love line. Metallic under his tongue. When he finds the strength to dial Robin and she answers, all he does is sob.

———

Much much much more to come. But uhhhh, yeah. I told y'all this will be angsty. Not gonna tell you how much.

[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.”

[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??”

[pressplay-if]

a little snippet I wanted to share with you all; choosing the option that gets you this scene will also raise a stat titled redcamellia. That's all I'm gonna say for now ;)

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“Hi there, Madds,” I greet, carefully stepping over Sophie as I approach him. I start by laying a hand on his shoulder— his bare skin is slick with sweat and hot to the touch. I wait, gauging his reaction. Slowly, blearily, he lowers his gaze to meet mine with a slight smile. “Hey, ${name}...”

“Hey,” I echo, shaking my head in disbelief. “You’re a bit spaced out, aren’t you?”

He only chuckles softly.

“Where’s your shirt?”

“I dunno… ${name}, do you have it?”

“No, of course not, if I hadn’t, why would I—” I stop myself. This is useless. “Maybe we should sit you down, huh? What do you think?”

“Think that’s… alright,” he mumbles. I stagger when he unexpectedly shifts his entire weight onto my arms. He’s pretty heavy. Still, I manage to guide him into a sitting position on the ground beside his girlfriend. Sophie reflexively lifts her head and places it in his lap.

[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.”

[manyu-ten]

"Once—" Bruce began before slowly shutting his mouth. He opened and closed it in concession, as though he were deciding on the merits of revealing whatever conundrum was broiling his brain.

Tim fought the urge to glance Damian's way. For some reason he could not place, he felt a sinking in his chest at the thought of seeing Damian's face at that moment. He flicked his gaze to Cassie momentarily. She looked puzzled, staring at their father's face. It wasn't a look she often—if ever—wore. When you could see on the body what the ears could hear with words, one had little room for something like confusion.

Bruce sighs. He takes a moment to eye each of them with a look Tim would describe as deliberate, though of what, he couldn't say.

"This stays between the four of us," he says, solidly. An order, then. Tim almost snickers but nods his head in minute acknowledgment. The sinking in his chest subsides.

"Once, in the summer before Jason turned ten, he and Dick disappeared for two months. No one could find them." It's the type of little family secret you hear that, rather than fill you with dread, only makes you more confused and mildly annoyed.

Tim steals another glance at Cassandra. She doesn't really look less puzzled than before. Her brows are furrowed together. She blinks slowly. It's best to ignore her for the duration of this conversation, Tim decides. He feels Damian's fingers briefly brush up against his lower back. He ignores that as well.

Tim wets his lips. "No one?" His voice is disbelieving, even to his own ears. Nightwing and Robin, even newly minted, disappearing for two whole months without a trace? In an era where the original Titans were knitted so close together that fan forums talk of the time period to this day?

Bruce's eyes narrow. Tim can't tell if it's because he's annoyed with the indirect admittance to his own shortcomings or if he's actually upset with something. Damn. Why'd he decide to ignore Cassie?

"No one," Bruce parrots slowly. "I probably scoured the entire damned city four times over before I caved and started contacting every hero who knew us."

Damian clicks his tongue. "You contacted outsiders before confronting any criminals?"

Bruce actually huffs a breath out, his version of being amused. The oddity of that, if nothing else, rekindles the sore depth in Tim's chest.

"Arkham and Blackgate were probably fuller than they'd be the rest of the year in those sixty one days."

[millersfinest]

ok pookies, i’m actually working on that jennifer’s body fic that i proposed some time ago eeekk!!! (dont get attached to the name or blurb because it might change ijbol) (my creative process is prompting an idea, then changing it as i write it 😭😭)

[ksbbb]

SATURDAY SNIPPET (Fuck it Saturday)

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess

“Hi Theo. I’m Liam. Wait, you know that. Why are you introducing yourself like I’m not going to kill you in five minutes? Odd.” Liam is puzzled, and happily smiling at him, which is why Theo’s not moving, or challenging his strange behavior.

“Why were you in Eichen?” Theo inadvertently asks, needing time to think of a way to find the injection or maybe he can rip his heart out. Messy but effective.

“None of your business. Anyway, ready?” Liam stands, eyes flashing at him and they’re a nice little touch. They really give Theo the feeling of being a normal supernatural but they both know they’re not.

“I’m not going to sit here and let you kill me.” He points out, highly offended by the idea of being such a pushover, that he'd stand by and let someone kill him without doing something about it.

Tagging @fruchtfliege @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsalpha @genetic-hellhound @dreadful-doctors @theoceanismyinkwell @ashyjingles @slimeyslimeyballsack @thiamsxbitch @gaefandomlover

[erisenyo]

A WIP snippet for @zukki-week Day 4,"On the Throne"...throne part not yet featured lol. Incoming this weekend!

“Come on, keep up,” Zuko says, tugging Sokka impatiently down the sandy walkway toward the chatter of food stalls. “Let me just—there’s sand everywh—” “You look fine,” Suki says, tugging two chunks of hair out of his hands and grinning at the face he makes when they fall to frame his face again. “You’re going to be late to your own Annual Dumpling Extravaganza.” “To our anniversary,” Zuko corrects, joining the line behind the first stop of the day. “Which means we can’t be late,” Sokka mutters as he ties his hair up in a high tail, but without any real heat as he leans up against the back of Zuko’s shoulder. “Definitionally, the Dumpling Extravaganza—” “Our anniversary.” “—is a date, not an event—” Suki lets out a deeply amused, deeply skeptical noise as she leans up against Zuko’s other side. “You’re saying the Dumpling Extravaganza—" “Our anniversary,” Zuko says happily, scanning the menu. “—isn’t an event?” “Oh, are you celebrating?” the woman behind the counter asks, barely looking up from the three little trays she’s assembling. “Congratulations.” “Yeah, every year we do this whole tour of—” “Once we had these really great—” “It’s our anniversary,” Zuko cuts in, delighting in being able to say it. “Our romantic one. Our romantic anniversary. Of our romance.” The woman glances up, eyebrows raised. “Of course,” she says as Suki snorts out a noise and Sokka presses a giggle against Zuko’s shoulder like he’s trying to contain it. “Congratulations.” A bit more giggle slips free. Zuko beams. “How long has it been for you, then?” Zuko hums, glancing at Suki as she lets out a high noise, Sokka grabbing at his arm. “It’s complicated,” he says, hearing himself sound utterly delighted by the fact.

[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.”

—————

[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!”

[inafieldofdaisies]

Character Moodboard | Deputy Sabrina Donovan | WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow

“So many eyes saw the worst in me, and yet yours... yours didn't.”

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @lilywatt @imogenkol

@killyourrdarlingss @katsigian @derelictheretic @carlosoliveiraa @voidika

@aceghosts @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot

@theelderhazelnut @raresvtm @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @direwombat

@purplehairsecretlair @la-grosse-patate @elligatorrex @mkdecimation @simplegenius042

@simonxriley @cloudofbutterflies92 @shellibisshe 

@neonshrike @dumbassdep @wrathfulrook @strafethesesinners @finding-comfort-in-rain and anyone that would like to do the tag 🤍

[zemkzone]

“Iris was saying she and Eddie have been together for a year and a half now.” Francine glanced at the engaged couple. “How they got to know each other while you were in a hospital after that awful explosion… I just wondered how long you and Len have been together.”

Hours later, Barry would berate himself for opening his mouth before he thought things through. “Three years,” he blurted out—

At the exact moment Len breezily drawled, “Three months.”

— snippet from Ch25 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm

Updating finally next week, April 11th! Ohhhhh, Barry, foot-in-mouth much?

[hbyrde36]

Tagged by so many lovelies! @pearynice @vthx @tinytalkingtina @sourw0lfs

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

I still have some asks left over from last weekend to catch up on but I ALSO have a three day weekend (and a WIP returning to the roster!) SO LETS GOOO!!!

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch4)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10)

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

From Fuggi Regal Fantasima:

Robin turned to the general area Steve had pointed, glaring at a spot roughly a foot to Eddie’s left. “I’m counting on you to keep him from doing anything stupid.”

“And how exactly do you expect me to do that?” Eddie said for whatever good it would do, and glared right back.

A heavy pause and a sideways glance later, Steve relayed his words to Robin.

“Use your words, Mr. Dungeon Master!” She shot back with air quotes.

Eddie sucked in a loud, sharp breath, affronted. “First of all, watch your tone when you’re talking about my life’s work. Second of all, what makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

“Can you both stop talking about me like I'm a child?!” Steve snapped. “It’s extra insulting when you figure I have to translate for one of you.”

In an impressive act of synchronicity considering the circumstances, Eddie and Robin swung their gazes around as one to look at Steve, wearing matching raised eyebrows

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mumbled to himself, pressing fingers hard against the bridge of his nose. “Look, my only plans for the night are to finally take a shower, and go to bed. Scouts honor.”

No pressure tags: @helpimstuckposting @penny00dreadful @sidekick-hero @steddiecameraroll @rocknrollsalad

@fuctacles @hitlikehammers @eriquin @medusapelagia