#no title for this wip yet

[caterpills]

WIP Wednesday

Whoa, everyone's sharing today!! Many thanks to literally so many people: @suseagull5914 @onthewaytosomewhere @anincompletelist @zwiazdziarka @14carrotghoul

This is a totally different WIP than the last one I shared, from a prompt I've been clutching in my hot little hands. I can't be contained, but I can bounce around to different docs because my mind can't focus and this is the roughest draft — Time Traveler!Alex/Immortal!Henry anyone?

There is one simple rule to time travel: don't get caught. The thing is, there are a lot of unspoken rules about time travel: collected from personal excursions in circulated journals, whispered between children like myths and fables under their blankets at night, told as stupid anecdotes during bar-crawling debriefs to embarrass the veterans and terrorize the greenies. Everyone, literally everyone, who moves in and out of time has a story about what not to do. One wrong move, and you'll lose a limb. Lose a life. Lose a legacy. Alex has heard them all. His mother warns, "Never befriend the locals," as she bandages a jagged wound on her leg in the guest bathroom with her ruined stola. His father sighs, "Bring the right currency with you," while wringing out muddy water from his stained doublet all over their kitchen floor. "Trust and money mean nothing," his older sister says, sprawled out on his bedroom floor, swiping rapidly on her tablet through breaking news, political op-eds, and the latest gossip from some celebrity tabloid printed in the late nineties. Research. "If you're not wearing the right clothes." And, like, yeah. Duh. Blend in, don't stand out. He knows the rules, the explicit and the implied. He doesn't intend to break them. Well. Not until he meets Henry.

(if you saw a different version of the last line 2 months ago, no you didn't. 😌) No pressure tags under the cut. I hope your mid-week is going okay! ❤️

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[daffi-990]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @tizniz

Soooo … LA Lonely ���️ is done! I even have a possible title! -> if my heart was a compass you’d be north

I’m very excited to share this one with you all. It’s cute and has rom-com vibes 🥰🥰🥰

In celebration of finishing it (okay I finished it a few weeks ago but let it sit in my docs for a bit cos I was nervous about getting it beta read for some reason 😅), here is a snippet from the beginning of the fic.

Enjoy 😘

(Prev snippet here)

Buck is just about to head out when he sees him.

The man has brown hair, cropped a bit on the sides with more volume on the top. The hair on top is styled in a way that looks effortless, like he just rolled out of bed and ran his fingers through his hair to tame it and then went about his day. He’s laughing at something someone said, his smile wide and bright, cheeks an adorable shade of pink and the sound of his laughter has something pulling at a thread within Buck, begging him to go over and introduce himself.

He’s fucking beautiful.

Buck abandons all plans of leaving the bar and instead follows the tugged thread, weaving through the crowd until he’s standing at the table. Three pairs of eyes turn towards him and wow, the guy's eyes are gorgeous. They’re brown and deep like a warm cup of coffee and Buck wants to let himself sink to the bottom of their depths and drown.

Brown Eyes is staring right back at him, a curious glint in his eyes as Buck stands there, heart pounding in his chest.

"Hi," Buck manages to say, his voice coming out softer than he intended.

A smile tugs at the corner of Brown Eyes' lips, “Hey.”

No pressure tagging: @diazsdimples (my amazing beta ❤️ you the mvp) @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @bekkachaos @wellcollapse @watchyourbuck @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @the-likesofus @sibylsleaves @poughkeepsies @princessfbi @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @actuallyitsellie @shitouttabuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @spagheddiediaz @queerdiazs @queerweewoo @devirnis @dangerpronebuddie @glorious-spoon @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @kitteneddiediaz @lover-of-mine @lonelychicago @captain-hen @missmagooglie @monsterrae1 and as always, if you have something you want to share -> consider this your official tag 🏷️

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @elvensorceress @diazsdimples @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @dangerpronebuddie 💖💖

started another bucktommy wip 🙈 they consumed me, and im not even mad haha

I was just thinking at work and thought about buck telling tommy about the will (this is gonna get there i promise lol and I think the sperm donor thing too bc this is bucktommy endgame fic and buck wants it all out there haha)

ngl im lowkey annoyed bc I had a whole convo in my head and it was so good, but couldn't write it down and forgot half of it, but I think it came back to me more or less haha

___

In Buck's defense, he doesn’t mean to ask this question right then. It just slips out. He's lying in the big, strong arms of his very hot, amazing boyfriend, both sweaty and still breathless. He’s blissed out and fucked out, and so content and still dizzy after a mindblowing orgasm. He doesn’t have a lot of control over his thoughts and words right now. So he surprises even himself when the question flies out of him.

“Do you want to have children?” he asks casually, absentmindedly playing with their intertwined fingers where they're splayed on his chest.

“What?” Tommy asks, surprise and even shock evident in his voice, and only then Buck realizes what he said, and he feels his eyes widen and face starts to burn, and he stares at the ceiling, but feels Tommy’s gaze on the side of his head.

“I- I- I mean, like ever, some day, down the line- not like- I mean, you know, I- I just thought we should talk about it if- if- if it’s going where I hope it’s going- because I- we’ve been together for a while and I hope that- I think I-” he starts rambling and stumbling over his words, panicking just a little bit. Fuck, they’ve been doing so good the past few months, it’s honestly his best relationship he’s been in, probably the longest, too, and now he goes and screws it up by being too much, too soon, too serious-

“Evan.” Tommy’s hand lands on his cheek, and he gently turns Buck’s head towards himself. He meets Tommy’s soft gaze, and relaxes a little instantly. Tommy doesn’t look freaked out, just surprised, but there’s a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

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@aroeddiediaz

[joycieillustrations]

“Only you could have won me away from the sea.”

Do not repost without my permission!

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

happy wip wednesday! this week’s word is tight:

Instead, Xaden says, “Violet.”

His voice—Violet hears the first crack, and then she’s charging. Her steps are heavy against the uncertain ground beneath her, but she moves quickly. He isn’t too far—ten feet, at most. Time and space are insignificant. In one second, she stands, and in the next, she’s flying through the air, launching herself into him.

He catches her—he always has. Her legs are tight around his waist. She can feel his leathers, cold from the night air, beneath her forehead.

“Hi, love,” he whispers. His body absorbs her sobs.

[ohshitsherry]

Girl who's somewhat obsessed with blood not in an edgy psycho kinda way but rather in a quirky grown ass child who likes to observe a mosquito feeding off of her arm kinda way

[dragonnarrative-writes]

kid fic??? KID FIC!?!? who what when (like how old are they when they have the kid) 👀 - @mikichko 💕

For the WIP Ask Game!

Oh, the kid fic! This is one of my sillier ones. It's in my "Scraps" folder, but it's fully 5.1k words. It's an omegaverse fic where Soap is an Omega and Ghost finds out on a mission when the two of them discover two teens who have been experimented on. Hijinks ensue.

CW: Omegaverse, human experimentation on minors (off-screen), implied/suggested coercion, canon-typical violence, omegaverse-typical hormone shenanigans

When the bullets stop flying, the real trouble starts. Soap swears, hears Ghost’s irritated “English, MacTavish,” and doesn’t give a flying fuck. Two omegas, two kids, can’t be more than 16 years old, stare up at him with wide eyes and panicked scents. They’re huddled as far under a table as they can get, shackled to the goddamn floor. They have restriction collars on, for fuck’s sake, and ain’t that the topping to a rank fuckin’ day.

“Ah’ve two hostages, omegas, gonna need support gettin’ ‘em oot,” Soap finally says.

“Jesus, Soap,” Ghost mutters, like it’s his fucking fault.

Price’s voice is suddenly in his ear, “What’s the situation, Johnny?”

“Hostages,” Ghost answers.

“Two omegas, wee yins, shackled and collared, gads,” Soap rubs his hand over his face. “Ah can’t get them oot the way ah came in.”

The girl crawls out from under the table, awkwardly, chains clinking. The boy stays where he is, staring at Soap with huge, round eyes.

“You speak English?” Soap asks roughly.

“Yes,” the girl says, staring him down despite how hard she’s shaking. “He’s just a kid, leave him alone and I’ll do whatever you w--”

“Nae, nope, nae,” Soap cuts her off with a horrified laugh. “Ah’m not touching either of ye except to get ye free and clear of this fuckin’ place. Christ.”

The girl sniffs and her eyes go wide. Soap has just enough time to realize that his scent blockers are too worn out to mask the level of stress scent he’s got to be pouring before she says “You’re an omega.”

The boy under the table makes a surprised noise just as Ghost says “Wot?” and Soap would like this fucking day to fucking end.

He scrubs a hand down his face. “Where are the keys?”

The girl points to the body of a man across the room, so Soap stomps over to it and rifles through his pockets. There’s a ring of four keys, two large and two small. He takes them back to the girl and starts on the ankle cuff. It gives way easily, and the girl shakes her leg out.

Once they’re free of the cuffs and collars, Soap makes himself give them a once over. They’re actually not in terrible shape, a little skinny, a little scared around the eyes, but no bruises that he can see beyond where the restraints dug in. The girl is brown-skinned and tall, for an omega, almost as tall as Soap, and she looks like she’d be strong if she had the chance to move. The boy looks almost like a doll, baby fat still clinging stubbornly to his ruddy cheeks. Their clothes are ill fitting, obviously a few sizes too big, but they’re at least clean.

“Hold position,” Price says in his ear after minutes of silence. “Ghost is on his way to escort you. Working on moving up the exfil.”

“Oh tha’s just fuckin’ swell,” Soap mutters under his breath. Louder he says, “Ah can’t get ye oot the wayah got in, so ah’ve backup comin’. ‘E’s an alpha, and scary as all fuck, but he won’t touch ye. Unless ye get shot, then he’s probably carrying ye oot.”

The fear scent, which had faded at least a bit, returns with a vengeance, but the girl nods. “We’ll cooperate.” The boy mumbles something, and the girl hushes him before turning back to Soap with a decisive nod. “We’ll cooperate.”

“Then we wait,” Soap says, and snorts. “Might as well do mah fucking job while a’m here.” H

e starts sweeping the room for the files he was supposed to be looking for. There’s very little paper, so he grumbles and starts extracting hard drives. And then the boy is next to him, screwdriver in hand, viscously pulling apart a PC just enough to yank the hard drive. Then he’s on to the next, face flat, scent a mix of terrified rage.

It’s maybe 10 minutes of quiet, methodical destruction and then Ghost is just there. If the girl’s panic scent hadn’t spiked, Soap would have still been able to smell him, pissed as he is.

“You’re a pain in my arse, MacTavish, you know tha’?” Ghost growls.

“Oh, aye, LT, it’s mah life’s fuckin’ mission,” Soap snarks right back, standing and slinging the pack of hard drives onto his shoulder. It’s way more than they need, but the kid had seemed to need a task, so he'd let him rip apart whatever he'd liked. “Now if ye could dial back the murder alpha so we can get oot of ‘ere, that’d be great.”

The kids scuttle behind Soap a bit, anxiety scent spiking when Ghost looks at them. With a huff, he turns back to the hall. “I’ve cleared a bit of path, but we’re fighting our way out. Keep the kids quiet, stay small. Follow on my signal.” And he’s gone.

The fight out is less of a fight and more a desperate attempt to keep the kids from hyperventilating. Ghost is in rare form, meaning there’s nothing but dead bodies leading the way out. There’s one in particular with a jaw missing that the kids get stuck staring at. And then they’re calmer, all of a sudden. The boy gives the body a little kick on the way past.

Getting them to the fence without being seen is stressful, like all extractions, but uneventful. Ghost doesn’t meet them at the tree line, but that doesn’t mean much. He’s out there somewhere. Soap gets the kids to the RV point, and on to the vehicle without incident and without seeing hide or hair of their escort.

“You go on with the kiddies,” Ghost says in his ear. “They don’t need my scent scaring the piss out 'f 'em.”

“Aye,” Soap acknowledges, and gestures the kids into the car. “Let’s go.”

“What about your alpha?” the boy asks, and Soap jumps at the sound of his voice.

“He’ll get picked up later. We’re going.”

“But he protected us,” the boy says, eyes darting around in the darkness. “Shouldn’t he stay with us?”

“Aye, ‘e’s a great, big protector,” Soap rolls his eyes. “And ‘e stinks to high heaven. Ye really want to sit in an enclosed space with ‘im?”

“I think he smells nice,” the girl says.

“He smells spicy,” the boy says. “Like chipotle peppers.”

“Just when he’s angry,” Soap finds himself saying. “Normally he smells like oatmeal cookies.”

“What the fuck, Soap?” Ghost sighs.

“Just get in the car,” Soap says, a little desperately. “We need to leave.”

The boy’s eyes dart around, faster. “Don’t be mad? But… you… probably shouldn’t drive.”

Soap’s face must do something, because the girl spits it out plainly, “They gave us something, it’s a hormone thing, like a heat inducer. But not like a mating heat, it’s more of a family heat? It makes our brains fuzzy, and any omegas around us, and I think it’s gonna kick in soon.”

“Och, can today get any better?”

“Status update,” Price says in Soap’s ear.

“Ran into a bit of a snag,” Ghost replies. “Hostages were lab rats and Soap’s compromised. Hormones.”

Price swears. “Can you still get to exfil?”

“Ghost has to drive,” Soap says, resigned. To the kids he says, “Get in the damn truck and strap yourselves doon. You’re gonna wish ah was behind the wheel before long.”

Ghost seems to materialize at Soap’s shoulder. “Quit telling people I can't drive.”

Soap does not jump. He stomps over to the front passenger seat and climbs in. “Then quit being a shite driver.”

[snailmp3]

wip wednesday was yesterday, and i missed it, but i have the 1.5k first draft of the intro to my itafushi truth-curse done and i wanna share...

Yuuji presses his face firmly into his pillow, like maybe smothering himself will solve the problem he's currently dealing with.

He can hear Gojo and Nanami speaking in the other room, the latter probably explaining the situation and how much of a dumbass Yuuji is.

"—should have been paying closer attention." He hears Nanami say, "I take full responsibility for—"

Yuuji had been excited to take on another mission with Nanami, in spite of the last one ending poorly. Retrieving a cursed object from an old western-style church before it was torn down wasn't the most exciting plan for an outing, but the building was teeming with low-to-mid level curses for Yuuji to get some practice in with and he likes Nanami, so it still beat sitting around watching movies while Gojo was busy all day. Something low-stakes to release pent-up energy and get him out of the basement for some fresh air.

The mission went well too; the curses were mostly grade twos and threes, with a single grade one skulking about that he and Nanami made short work of. The hardest part was picking through the mess of loose papers and debris from the shelf Yuuji had accidentally knocked over during the fight, searching for the object they were there to retrieve. In the end Yuuji finds it by accident, nearly tripping over it while stepping over a broken peice of one of the tipped-over pew benches.

"Isn't it a little ironic that a holy book would become a cursed object?" Yuuji asks, looking down at the thing. A worn black cover stares back at him, it's edges crumpled, the gold embossing of a word on the front barely visible anymore.

"Holy objects and places are a common locus for curses and cursed energy." Nanami says from across the room, "Did you find it?"

"I know that," Yuuji says, "It still seems weird. Kinda funny, also."

He stoops to pick it up.

"Wait! Don't—"

Yuuji presses his face further into his pillow. Leave it to Nanami to take blame for Yuuji's mistake. Yuuji should know better than to just grab a cursed object without considering the effects it might have!

"Yuuji?" The call of his name is followed by a knock and then the door slowly opening. When Yuuji turns his head just enough to crack an eye open and look over he's greeted by the sight of Gojo poking his head into the room, "You alright?"

"Not really." Yuuji grumbles, turning his face back into the pillow.

Gojo laughs.

The bed dips when Gojo sits down next to him, and a finger starts repeatedly poking the back of his head.

"Yuuuuuuji~"

Yuuji props himself up on one elbow, swatting half-heartedly at the offending finger with the other, "Stop that!"

Gojo is grinning at him when he finally sits up all the way, "So you got cursed?"

"Yes." Yuuji maintains his frown, though it's hard to be upset when Gojo seems so unconcerned. Nanami didn't seem too worried about the curse either, which means it must not be that dangerous.Yuuji feels more embarrassed than anything. It's such a dumb mistake.

"Poor Yuuji." Gojo laments, "You've had quite the streak of bad luck."

"Sorry for causing more problems for you, Sensei." Yuuji says. This is just more complications on top of trying to keep him hidden from the higher ups. Sukuna is enough trouble on his own.

"Oh, don't worry about it! This is way more interesting than most of the things I usually have to deal with." Gojo waves off his apology, "I'm just glad it isn't anything worse— all things said, this curse is pretty harmless; no serious side effects aside from not being able to lie."

"That's a pretty big side effect, Sensei."

"You'll be fine!" Gojo taps his hand against something in his lap, and Yuuji notices he's holding the book, "This thing doesn't have enough power in it to really hurt you— physically, anyway."

"Should you be touching that?" Yuuji asks. He'd hate for Gojo to get cursed as well.

"Huh? Oh, Infinity protects me from stuff like this, I'm not really touching it at all."

"That sounds handy." Yuuji says, "I could have used something like that."

"A pair of gloves would have been enough." Gojo lilts, teasing, "It's really not a very strong curse."

He doesn't need to rub it in, "So you can break it?"

Gojo shakes his head, "Oh no, I can't do anything about it!"

"What?"

"You need to meet the conditions of the curse, and then it'll break on it's own."

"Aren't the conditions just that I can't lie?"

"And that if you're asked a direct question, you have to answer it." Gojo says, "But no, those are effects, the condition is that you have to reveal your biggest secret."

"My biggest secret?"

"Good news! I already know what Yuuji's biggest secret is!" Gojo holds his finger up between them, "It's that you're alive!"

That makes sense, Yuuji figures, given he doesn't really have any other big secrets that he's keeping. He's a bit of an open book. It does pose a problem though, and that's—

"But Sensei, I can't reveal that secret yet."

"Nope!"

"So I can't break the curse?"

"Not yet!"

"That… sucks." So what, he's just stuck with a curse making him tell the truth all the time until it's safe to reveal that he's still alive?"

"It's definitely not ideal," Gojo agrees, "But it's not so bad. What, does Yuuji have some secrets he'd rather not say?"

"Yeah!" Yuuji says, instead of the maybe he'd intended. Gojo looks interested, so he hastily adds, "Everyone has things they don't want to talk about, of course I have secrets."

Gojo hums, "This from the boy who will announce that he likes tall girls with big asses to strangers… what kind of secrets are you keeping, Yuuji?"

"I stole an adult magazine from the bookstore last time we went shopping." Is the first thing that pops into his head, "I keep it under my mattress." He can feel his face go hot.

Gojo pauses, like he's surprised Yuuji is telling him this, like he didn't trigger the curse on purpose. Then he laughs, delighted.

"Don't laugh!" Yuuji complains, turning to shove his face into his pillow again, "This is so embarrassing."

"Oh, don't be like that, it's normal for a teenager to do things like that!" His attempt to reassure Yuuji is hampered by the fact that he's still trying to suppress laughter, "I'll stop asking questions, okay? You can keep your secrets."

"Okay." Yuuji mutters, keeping his burning face buried in his pillow.

He hadn't even grabbed the magazine for indecent purposes, he'd just seen it while he was browsing and been caught off-guard by how much the man on the cover looked like Fushiguro. The pretty women posed with him barely registered to Yuuji, merely scantily-clad framing for a facsimile of his friend. Maybe the isolation was getting to him, and he was missing his classmates more than he thought, but Yuuji had grabbed it without a second thought and stuffed it inside his jacket.

He hasn't taken it out since he'd hastily shoved it under the mattress when they'd gotten back. In hindsight the man doesn't look that much like Fushiguro— his hair is too short and his eyelashes arent long enough.

"Hm, I guess since I didn't tell you that the curse activated on contact, this is partly my fault too. Whoops!" Gojo says cheerfully, "It'll be fine though."

"You're right." Yuuji realises.

"Of course! And at the Goodwill event, when we revea—"

"This is your fault!" Yuuji says, abruptly sitting up again, "All the cursed stuff I've seen so far was fine to hold! Even Sukuna's fingers don't do anything until I've eaten them! How was I supposed to know I shouldn't touch it if you didn't say anything!"

He's not really mad, but it is annoying for Gojo to have missed that important bit of information. He keeps forgetting to share things with Yuuji, and then being surprised when he doesn't know.

Gojo affects shock, holding his hands up in a placating motion, "Hey, hey, so Sensei forgot! It's not that big of a deal!"

"Sensei I got cursed!"

"And when we show everyone that you're still alive at the Goodwill event, the curse will break, and everything will go back to normal. Only a couple people even know you're still alive, and I'll tell them not to ask you any personal questions, so it's fine, right?"

"Right." Yuuji reluctantly agrees.

"You're not really mad, are you?"

"No." Yuuji sighs, "It's just embarassing." He has the niggling thought that this is the sort of thing that Sukuna would usually mock him for; he's been oddly quiet so far.

"Yuuji, it's a mistake anyone could make if they didn't have the right information," Gojo says, taking a more serious tone, "You really don't need to stress about it so much. I should have told you and Nanami should have kept a better eye on you."

"I'm not a kid that needs to be babysat…" Yuuji complains, "It's not Nanami's fault… or yours, it was just a mistake, like you said, right?"

"Yeah, Yuuji, it's fine." Gojo ruffles his hand through Yuuji's hair, "Enough moping, what do you want for dinner?"

[pastelaeqy]

have been making this whilst listening to final part device theory for deltarune. Strongly recommend giving it a go. I’ve yet to finalise some of the colours here so this is still def a wip.

[madefortherain]

decided to just start writing a fic idea i’ve had for a while after having roughly 27 breakdowns over my “main” wip, and in 2 days i’ve written more words for it than i wrote in a whole week for the other one. so anyway,,, here is an incredibly rough, unedited snippet for anyone interested… :)

for context: sirius holidays to remus’ hometown every summer. this is from their first meeting. they’re both four :’) CW for minor implied child abuse

[camels-pen]

down and down and down we go

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday📝

Tagged by @tizniz 🩵

Okay so I owe you all some more info about my secret buddie wip … are y’all ready???

This wip is actually a sequel …

To Rival Firefighters 🚒 !!!!!

Whhhhaaat?!?!!! Crazy right?

Someone of you might be like ughhh why are you writing a sequel? But I hope most of you are just as excited as I am.

I didn’t have any plans to revisit the rivals world so soon (or at all, but I hadn’t ruled it out), but James asked me if I’d ever revisit it, particularly the shooting. Some ideas were thrown around and then like a week later I had words in a new doc and things have just gone from there.

So everyone who is a fan of the Rivals universe, say thank you to James 😘❤️

Without further ado, here’s a little something from Eddie’s POV.

Prev snippet here

Buck definitely breaks a few traffic laws to get to the hospital as fast as he does, and when he stops in his tracks in the doorway to Eddie’s room, Eddie feels like he can breathe properly for the first time since he woke up.

Buck’s got dark circles under his eyes and he’s carrying a tiredness that isn’t from a lack of sleep. He looks like shit, but he is still the most beautiful thing Eddie has ever seen.

“Hey, Buck”

Buck lets out a relieved laugh that quickly turns into a sob, rushing forward to envelope Eddie in a hug that both heals and fractures his heart.

He closes his eyes and wraps his good arm around Buck, ignoring the throb of pain in his injured shoulder. He’ll put up with a little bit of pain if it means holding Buck in his arms like this.

Buck is shaking, his tears soaking into Eddie’s hospital gown as he repeats Eddie’s name over and over again like a prayer.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs. He kisses Buck’s hair, breathing in the scent of him. Here. Alive. “I’m okay.”

No pressure tagging: @diazsdimples @diazheartsbuckley @disasterbuck @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @smilingbuckley @watchyourbuck @wikiangela @wildlife4life @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @wellcollapse @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @queerdiazs @spagheddiediaz @lover-of-mine @lonelychicago @bekkachaos @captain-hen @steadfastsaturnsrings @try-set-me-on-fire @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @princessfbi @fiona-fififi @glorious-spoon @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @beyourownanchor6 @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @kitteneddiediaz @actuallyitsellie @inell and as always, anyone who has anything they want to share -> consider this your official tag 🏷️

[werepuppy-steve]

taylor (@steddie-island) and i have been in the trenches for the past week creating the most beautiful (and smutty) steddissy au and i'm very 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 about it. it's still mostly headcanons right now with inklings of plot sprinkled in, so i thought i should make a worldbuilding post about it since it's officially being added to my wip pile <3

tagging some people i think would be interested in this: @dangerous-disposition @tboybuck @patchworkgargoyle @thefreakandthehair @starryeyedjanai

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it doesn't get real graphic under the cut but putting it under one bc it's a lil long

the beginnings of it are touched on here, but it's expanded a little bit.

it's a modern au. steddissy are still in that platonic/friends with benefits stage: steve and eddie are dating but chrissy is very happy and content being single. she likes that it gives her more freedom to do things without having a controlling partner breathing down her neck every time she turns around.

they're streamers. i don't have their niche's fleshed out yet but they do collabs with each other a lot.

we went into dirty details in dms about the three of them sexting constantly, which turns into them rolling out their onlyfans accounts. they already have so many things filmed just from their texts alone, so why not make money off of it?

some more headcanons and ideas were thrown around (along with taylor giving me snippets of her own steddissy wips that you should def ask her about if she's willing to share them 👀) that i'll probably make a separate post for.

it's been established that chrissy is a squirter

but between all the filthy smut, there's love. so much of it that i get choked up just thinking about it.

i started thinking of people who are in mostly online spaces and have probably never interacted with the queer community in real life, and how they wouldn't have the kindest opinions.

so eddie would get all of these tweets that are like "you're gay but you enjoy having sex with a woman??? [confused math lady] make it make sense." he ignores them at first because randos on the internet aren't entitled to his relationships, but it becomes frequent enough that he starts getting accused of "calling himself gay for clout" and dragging steve and chrissy into it, and then he has to address it.

he does it in a video because he's still dramatic.

"having sex with a woman doesn't make me not gay. i've been gay since i was 15 and a boy gave me my first hickey. chrissy is my platonic partner. yes, she's very cute and adorable and it makes me want to scream sometimes, but i'm not attracted to her because she's a woman. i'm attracted to her because she's my best friend and my feelings for her run so much deeper than romantic love. chrissy doesn't even label herself with a sexuality. she just likes people.

steve is my boyfriend. i'm romantically involved with him and physically attracted to him because he's a man. steve, however, is bi, so he does find chrissy attractive as a woman, and there's nothing wrong with that. they're also not interested in dating each other. the three of us fool around with each other because it's fun and we like making each other feel good and we trust each other. it's nobody else's business what we do."

and because he's a petty little shit (a trait he learned from steve) he posts a video of him and chrissy having the most tendernasty missionary sex, complete with kissing and hand holding.

then it turned into the three of them being roommates. and then somewhere along the line it turned into chrissy being steve and eddie's surrogate and the three of them coparenting (a big win for steve "breeding kink" harrington), because at this stage in their relationship, they're pretty secure in knowing that chrissy is their life partner. they're not Together together, but they know she's not going anywhere.

i think that for them to get to this point, something would've had to happen between chrissy and someone outside of their relationship. someone she's had frequent collabs on onlyfans with, who maybe wanted something more and called her a hypocrite when she said she wasn't looking for anything serious, because of steve and eddie, and wouldn't listen when she insisted that it was different with them.

she tells the boys this and it turns into her coming with sobs of "i'm yours" as she rides steve while eddie fucks him. taylor mentioned they dp her and i said that that would be the moment it kind of clicks for them that this is how they were always meant to be.

and it gave me thoughts about possibly arospec chrissy. she loves her boys with her entire being, but she knows it's not romantic love. like eddie says, it feels deeper than that. to call it "romantic" almost feels like it cheapens their relationship (she knows it doesn't, she knows that eddie and steve's romantic feelings for each other are real and just as important). she's not sure if she's ever felt romantic love for anyone.

and that's all we have for now, outside of the smut alkgjldkfgj. none of them actually care about who the kid belongs to. they've got chrissy's light hair and dark eyes.

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[dallasgallant]

I’m developing something and it has me thinking…

What would Johnny be like as a ghost? What would he wear?

I’m doing this in the how you died is how you look way and not a ‘base outfit but transparent’ way. And he’s complicated when thinking about how/when he died…it didn’t look like they had him in a hospital gown but I’d want to give him more dignity than being naked?

That and seeing a 16 year old out naked in the woods at night is scary for completely different reasons…

I was thinking of potentially breaking my own rules and doing like jeans and a shirt? Or would a hospital thing work?

[honeydots]

i've been dipping my toes into experimenting with borders, lately 🌿