#also not including the 911 fic i'm /currently/ posting bc it's all written and i'm just proofreading at this point but....

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wip wednesday thursday weekend!

tagged by the stupendous @figthefruitfaeth & @fragilecapric0rnn <3

rules

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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wips:

daniel (sorta) lives au - 911, buddie + madney

kas!chrissy (finale!)

bear au

snippet (from the new 911 fic bc apparently i don't have it outta my system yet):

“So, you’re with her, then?” Eddie nods towards the still ongoing conversation. All he gets is a frustrated and harsh exhale of a sigh in response. “You more a guard dog or a prison warden?”

And that earns him the sharpest look yet, actual fight behind the eyes rather than just a blank wall of strength. Eddie lifts his brows in question, unperturbed by the insolence he’s being met with. 

“Brother,” he snaps, all indignation and almost spitting with it. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Eddie hums in acknowledgement, crosses his arms over his chest and looks back through to the locker room just in time to see Chimney, back to them and face out of sight, still say something loud with his body language as he unsteadily lowers himself to sit on one of the benches. 

“Well, you can stand down, brother,” Eddie says, even as he shares a look with Hen across the way, nods her on as she makes moves towards the locker room just in case. “Chimney’s a good man.” 

“They always are,” he mutters, under his breath like it’s not intended for an audience, but Eddie is standing close enough that all of it is for his consumption too, no matter the steps taken to hide it.

tagging! (with zero pressure and one trillion million love): @judasofsuburbia @cheatghost @kkpwnall @snowangeldotmp3 @starryeyedjanai @yourbestclothes + anyone who wants to join!