#also dani you're literally always allowed to blow up my notifs 💜

[stobinesque]

im surprised how unevenly split the votes are in the wip game so I request another stobin-bo-bobin snippet please!

(im sorry i can never remember their names ik its the one with the finament? filament? vaguely long word with f and that's all my brain needs to recognize it. if its any consolation i don't even call my own fic by its name zkgxgkxmgd)

firmament! (it means "heavens" / the cosmos).

I'm a little stuck on it right now, but I have gotten almost 2k down in the past couple days! I got a total of *slowly counts through inbox* 9 asks (@theheadlessphilosopher sent two over the course of both weeks!), so I'm gonna do *does math* 18-ish lines! And tagging @delta-piscium @steves-strapcollection @bifuriouswaterbender @spicysix @inairbinad and @starryeyedjanai!

SNIPPET

(below a cut for post brevity; also, cw for sleep paralysis)

What if it’s back? What if it never left? What if it has Steve? Because apparently possession was totally on the table in their lives.

“Steve? Steve! Can you hear me? You’ve gotta wake up.”

His eyes stutter open like he’s being dragged to wakefulness. Hazel eyes stare back at her; unadulterated panic glinting in them. The small whines and groans he’d been making shift into muffled humming, like someone trying to talk through a gag. Like he’s trying to say something, but can’t form his mouth into words.

Robin is seconds away from grabbing the phone off her nightstand and calling anyone and everyone who might be able to help—wishing she had a walkie instead to radio out an all-purpose Code Red—when the dam breaks, and Steve sucks in a giant gasp of air and jerks upright like he’s surfacing from underwater.

“Steve! Steve, are you okay? Are you there?” She’s gripping his shoulder so tight that her nails are biting into flesh, but she can’t loosen her hold on him because if she lets go, he’ll float away.

“Couldn’t—” he gasps out. “Couldn’t move.” He’s nearly hyperventilating; chest heaving as he sucks in big gulps of air like he’s just been drowning. “Tied up. Frozen. I can’t—.” He bites out each word like it hurts to speak. “Robs, I can’t—” He collapses into her chest with a sob.