#wip: subeddieweek2024

[lingeringmirth]

My five wips:

secret project (can't share, will write something else for this, either ask or let me go random)

subeddieweek2024

whumpril2024

unspoken the horrors 3 (i am aware i've yet to post chapter 2...)

fluffspring2024

Snippet from subeddieweek2024.

’You’re mine, no-one elses, mine,’ Steve growled against his neck, where he was mouthing at his mating gland, driving Eddie absolutely crazy.

Eddie moaned, reveling in Steve’s possessiveness. ’Gonna mark me, alpha?’ His voice was a breathy whine.

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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[lingeringmirth]

WIP WEEKEND

I'm posting the names of seven wips, you can send me an ask/s or ask for several in one, and I'll write seven sentences for it. I can't share the secret project, but I'll share something else for it instead.

Sharing snipets from all wips.

THE WIPS:

whumpril2024

Steve’s movements were jerky, his voice clipped as he spoke. ‘You can’t talk me out of it, Robbie, so don’t even bother trying.’ He flung his backpack over his back, his trusty nailbat sticking out of it, visible over his back.

subeddieweek2024

’You’re mine, no-one elses, mine,’ Steve growled against his neck, where he was mouthing at his mating gland, driving Eddie absolutely crazy.

spring cleaning

‘I just… did a spotless house make you happy? It wasn’t a sign of a happy caring home for you, was it?’

Steve made a wounded, unhappy noise, his past still a sore spot, one they were continually working on.

‘...no.’

late bloomer 3

The ride passes in a blur with the comfort of Dustin beside him and the fluids slowly making their way into his body. The EMT asks him some basic questions and he answers best he can. No, he hadn’t been starved, but he didn’t get enough food or water to drink, yes, he hadn’t been refusing food, it had been his parents.

secret project

HA, YOU THOUGHT I'D SHARE SOMETHING, DIDN'T YOU?

unspoken the horrors 3

Dustin squeezes his hand, now more careful than last night after Steve had been brought to the hospital. He’s more himself now, can think a bit more clearly, say what he should have said then.

‘I’m glad you were there, but you shouldn’t have had to see it.’

femfeb2024 (i KNOOOOOW)

Tauriel had thought herself abandoned, back then, in those painful first days and weeks of her mourning. She had known that the price for love was sorrow, in the end, and she had still loved… and lost.

She thoughts that she’d never love again, could never love again.