#one word wip game

[i-sveikata]

Hello Author! 261 pages??? Wow!! THATS A LOT!! If I'm not mistaken your biggest chapter is about 90.000 words (I think). How many words is this one? And for the game the words money, sleep, finger

yeah omg i tried to upload the draft and i hit ao3's CHAPTER CHARACTER LIMIT (which is 500K characters). so its TOO LONG AND I HAVE TO REDUCE THE CHAP TO MAKE IT FIT aAAAARRGRH!!!!!!!!!!

so downside there's less chap than i wanted to post this time around but i need the length since it'll get longer because i also write when im editing to flesh scenes out a little more- especially if its just back to back dialogue sentences going on for too long etc etc.

but the plus side is ive just moved it to the NEXT chap so now i've got heaps of that already pre-written and the break between posting chaps won't be nearly as long as its been in the past before chap twenty is coming along next? i can't believe i HIT THE LIMIT THIS IS WILD. i dont' know how many words it is currently but im very aware that i only have 78,494 characters left. lmao i will use them wisely!!! yeah sure here you go!

"I’ve got money. So do you.”

“They’ve got cops on their payroll. They’re probably watching my account for when and where I make the next withdrawal. And as for you- they’re in your house, they’re in your IT systems. Doesn’t that give them access to your passwords. Your accounts?”

Pete thinks this is a lot more complicated than Vegas thought it would be.

\

Pete doesn’t know if he’s trying to sleep or trying to keep himself contained as if he’s some kind of wild animal trapped in a cage but he’s stubbornly trying to convince himself that he’s not.

\

Pete’s sinking but he’s hasn’t completely dozed off when there’s warm fingers stroking at the side of his head.

He’s relaxed against the window of the car, his jacket still bunched up beneath his head like a poor excuse for a pillow but this touch, stroking through his hair, along his exposed ear brings him back to semi alertness.

[daisy-bugs]

Hi Kit, for your fanfic WIP thingy: love yo let me tell you that it took way to long for me to come up with that word

lmao understandable and mood!!

This is from a WIP I've kept rather under wraps outside the Delinquents server (thanks to my enablers fr <3), working title subject to change: "This Is Me (Please Hold Me Gently)" and also a twofer!

"I... I hope you don't expect that from me."

"Expect what?" Jimmy propped himself up on an elbow, turning to face Tango properly. His hair and the grass fluttered slightly in the wind.

He was beautiful. That, at least, Tango could say truthfully.

"Y'know. Lovey-dovey, soulmate-y... love."

[rowanisawriter]

wip wednesday

i’m writing (threat) bored olympian zagreus finding some entertainment in dying again and again because thanatos is always summoned to collect his uncollectable soul

edit: read it here

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“You are an Olympian.”

Zagreus waits, but no more words spill into the cool air between them. “Yes.”

“And you can die,” Thanatos continues.

“Yes. I suppose I can.”

“You suppose…” Thanatos trails into silence. He turns his head, looking toward the edge of the cliff. His profile is illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, his long nose, his pale eyebrows, eyebrows drawn low over his eyes. “So you’ve never done that before? Died?”

Zagreus pretends to think about it, tapping his chin with his finger. “Do you think you could come across me and forget it?”

Color rises in Thanatos’s cheeks, a pale smudge of gold. He keeps his eyes on the cliff. “No, I don’t think I could.”

“Then no, I haven’t done that before. Died.”

“And do you often jump off cliffs in the middle of the night in the middle of the wilderness by yourself?”

Zagreus purses his lips to keep back a smile. “It gets boring on Olympus. I thought this would break up the tedium a bit.”

Thanatos snorts. The sound is so unexpected that Zagreus drops his cool facade for just a moment, a smile bursting across his face. He refocuses on the fire, feeling Thanatos’s pale eyes on him again.

[housewifebuck]

wip game catchup time

I know I have been so so bad about posting/reblogging all the tag games u guys have been tagging me in and im sorry for that!!! consider this a mashup of all the various games ive been tagged in in the last couple days🤪 here's a lil bit of the new firehose wip

tagged by @shitouttabuck @devirnis @theotherbuckley @sibylsleaves @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @wikiangela @eddiebabygirldiaz @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @athenagranted &lt;3

“Fuck you.” Buck points an accusatory finger in Hen’s direction. “We swore never to talk about that again.”  “Uh, you swore. I distinctly remember not swearing, specifically so I could make sure you never forgot your roots.” She looks all too thrilled by the rise she’s getting out of Buck, her smile growing as he theatrically shrinks in on himself. “And what long, thick roots they are.” Unable to contain his nosiness any longer, Eddie clears his throat and asks, “What are you guys talking about?” Buck whips around immediately, startling like he had forgotten anyone else was present. The superficial scowl he’s wearing morphs into wide-eyed panic, and Hen lets out an honest-to-god cackle as she swivels to face Eddie. “Oh, you didn’t know?” she asks, faux-innocent in a way that implies absolute awareness of his ignorance. “Buck here used to have another nickname.”  Across from them, Buck buries his face in his hands with a childishly loud groan. “You’re ruining my life,” he mumbles. Hen ignores him. “They used to call him firehose,” she continues. This is punctuated by a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows, like it’s some sort of reference Eddie is supposed to understand. Lost, he chances a look at Buck, but his gaze is studiously fixed on the floor, arms crossed and lips pursed tightly.  “Why?” Eddie asks slowly. “Wait, who’s ‘they’?”

[lgwilt]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @insert-witty-user-name-here, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @blackbirdofasgard!

A few sentences from my angsty time slipping wip (which is slowly merging with another wip to become an uncontrollable all-consuming entity).

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Loki clenched his jaw as the aftershocks reverberated through his body, every nerve ending alight with pain. He’d been yanked from outside R&A and pushed back again so fast his head was spinning, the corridor a bewildering blur of subterranean blues and bilious greens. 

“You’re ok, Loki—just relax, take a breath. It’s gonna be ok…” 

Loki wanted to ask how he could possibly be expected to “relax” when he might start time slipping again at literally any moment (a deceptively innocuous way to describe the experience of being violently pulled in a million different directions at once, stretched and scattered and compressed again, ripped from reality atom-by-atom and reconstituted in the blink of an eye), but right now he didn’t trust himself to speak, let alone form coherent sentences.

“C’mon,” Mobius murmured, taking hold of his arm and gently but firmly steering him down the snaking corridor. “There’s a spare office down here somewhere, just a few more steps…”

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Tagging @mirilyawrites @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five and very open invitation anyone else who sees this, for this week or next - I love reading these tantalising snippets 💚

[gerryrigged]

not me popping in multiple weeks late to your wip list to inform you that the concept of tim going to jason in a sex pollen situation and dick being Displeased about this flipped a switch in my fucking brain. it just spoke to me okay, i'm obsessed. i understand that there probably isn't a lot to say on the concept beyond the fic itself but i'd be thrilled with anything you'd like to share! i am RAVENOUS

Ohhhhh Anon 🤗 that one ate my brain for a solid few days when it first stole up on me, so I definitely feel you. Jealous and possessive Dick is just too good!!!

Okay so this is post-Red Robin, and Dick and Tim's relationship is still a little strained. Like they’ve reaffirmed their care for and trust in each other, they're making efforts to repair things, but yeah. Still stuff they haven’t addressed, and the comfort level hasn’t been quite rebuilt yet. 

Also Bruce fucked off to build Batman Inc. and left Dick to continue as Gotham’s Batman with Damian as his Robin, so there’s still that. 

Anyway, Dick is particularly invested in improving his and Tim's relationship, because he's only become more attracted to Tim since he returned from his BruceQuest more centered, more himself - but also sharper and more enchantingly graceful and competent and gorgeous than he’s ever been before. He's also turned 18, and Dick is tentatively hopeful that they can finally address the potential between them that's lurked under the surface for at least a couple of years now. 

Because, haha, Dick thinks that they are BOTH aware of the long-simmering feelings between the two of them, and that Tim has just been considerate of Dick’s reluctance to start anything while Tim was still underage. He thinks that they had a kind of mutual, unspoken understanding to wait to explore those feelings until Tim was older, if they were both still unattached, and still interested. And okay, their falling out in Red Robin threw kind of a wrench into things but rebuilding their relationship now is a perfect opportunity to maybe try deepening it further 👀💘🥺💞🙏??? 

(HA. Tim has no fucking idea that Dick thinks of him as anything but his trusted younger brother figure 🙃) 

Anyway. Jason is still around Gotham, occasionally causing trouble, occasionally helping. He mostly stays in his carved out territory, but he’ll like, deign to coordinate with the Bats for pushback against Arkham breakouts, or city-wide gang wars, or like, alien invasions, maybe. 

At times, he seems to be circling the Bats. He’s made conversational overtures toward Dick when their vigilante paths cross, which Dick has warily returned. Dick has also spotted Red Hood with Red Robin once or twice; it made him tense and beeline toward them the first few times, but Hood always took off, and Red said it was just work, or Jason fucking around - that he didn't seem to be actively plotting any harm, at least. 

Dick isn’t exactly happy about it, but Tim gets huffy about Dick not thinking he can take care of himself (‘what happened to equals, huh?’) so Dick has to back off. He does extract a promise from an eye-rolling Tim that he’ll call Dick for back-up if things get out of hand and Jason seems to be falling back into old, potentially Tim-maiming habits. (‘partners, remember? that rely on each other?’) 

Then there's a multi-Rogue Arkham breakout. After splitting and converging in various teams to take out the rest, Batman (Dick), Hood, and Red Robin wrap up with Harley and Poison Ivy at the end.

It seems to go smoothly - for a hot second it looked like Red Robin was tagged by some kind of acid spat by one of Ivy’s flowers, but he must've dodged or was able to just quickly neutralize the substance with seemingly no side effects, because he seems okay.

Dick is anxious to get back home to check on Damian - Robin had apparently been knocked out in his and Batgirl’s fight against Scarecrow across town, and may have inhaled some gas when his mask tore.

But he stops, concerned, when he notices that Red Robin is lingering behind, not following. 

He stalls harder, frowning, when Tim snags Jason’s jacket to also keep him from leaving. But Tim just flashes Dick a strained smile. 

“Just want to yell at him about something, it’s fine,” Tim reassures him. 

“Oh yeah, that makes me want to stick around,” Jason grumbles. 

“I think you’ll want to hear me out,” Tim says, low and hoarse, fingers tightening on Jason’s jacket. He clears his throat when both Dick and Jason shoot him odd looks - or, well, an interrogative helmet tilt, in Jason’s case - and waves Dick off again impatiently. “Seriously, go. We’re fine.” 

It takes Tim getting pretty insistent to actually shoo Dick away - he’s weirdly reluctant to leave them alone, gaze fixed uneasily on Tim’s hand, still gripping Jason’s jacket, the way Jason is sort of leaning into Tim, something intrigued in his body language (what does he know that Dick doesn’t?) - but Dick does eventually, reluctantly leave. He’s definitely going to interrogate Tim later to figure out what that was all about. 

As you can imagine, it’s a real knife to Dick’s gut when he finds out that Tim was sex pollened, aware of it and actively fighting through it, and chose Jason to help him deal with it while Dick was RIGHT THERE. RIGHT FUCKING THERE.

I don’t think he finds out from Tim directly. Maybe from Oracle?? Maybe he’s waiting at the Manor for Tim to come by for a debriefing, and he never shows, and Dick gets increasingly worried until he looks up Red Robin’s location data and he’s. Still with Jason. For some reason. At the Bat safehouse nearest to that last battle. They’re right on top of each other, practically. 

Maybe he calls Oracle to fish for info and she (not having any more idea than Tim of the Dick -> Tim feelings) gives him kind of an amused, snarky response about how oh yeah, don't worry, they’re fine 😏; I can’t say more than that, the cameras are blacked out. And Dick’s like, ‘...blacked out?’ and she’s like, ‘protocol, lol, but seriously, they’re fine.’

And Dick is like. Privacy blackout protocol? Tim’s hand on Jason’s jacket? Babs smirking so hard he can hear it through the comm? POISON IVY?

2 + 2 = 4 and Dick is NOT a happy camper. He probably like. Sits there staring at the Red Hood and Red Robin icons layered on top of each other in that apartment ALL FUCKING NIGHT, imagining what’s happening in there, wanting to yell himself hoarse and throw breakable things to shatter against the Cave walls. But he sits motionless in the dark, instead. Aching and second-guessing everything he thought he knew about where he and Tim stood with each other - when he can think through the haze of hurt, jealousy, and anger. 

[INSERT A SWITCH TO EITHER JASON OR TIM'S POV FOR THEIR MARATHON SEX POLLEN FUCK SESSION 😂 WOW THEY ARE HAVING A FANTASTIC TIME WHILE DICK IS JUST. SO MISERABLE. TIM IS SO FLEXIBLE. JASON HAS SO MUCH STAMINA. YAAAAAY.]

I’m sort of divided about how Dick’s actual confrontation of Tim would go, because my dark horny Id wants jealous Dick stewing and stewing and eventually just losing it (possibly prompted by getting dosed by another mind-altering, inhibition-loosening drug? because WHY NOT) and like, borderline dub-con ambushing Tim, possibly tying him down and fucking him until he cries and learns who he belongs to

but then my mushy Id is like NO I WANT DICK TO CRY INTO TIM’S CHEST ABOUT HOW HURT HE IS THAT TIM DOESN’T WANT HIM WHEN HE’S LOVED TIM FOR SO LONG NOW, and for Tim to be like wait wait wait WHAT??? but I DO want you, I’ve loved you for so long, that’s why I didn’t want a cheap meaningless sex pollen pity fuck, that would destroy me! and then they cry on each other some more and make sweet sappy reaffirming (but also lbr intensely possessive) love

and then my SUPEREGO is like stfu you know that’s not how it would go, Dick Grayson represses the fuck out of all debilitating hurts and betrayals and upsets, he has to brood and angst like a MOTHERFUCKER first, and then probably snipe at a baffled Tim about unrelated things because he can’t talk about his feelings, and then pick petty fights with a confused, annoyed Jason about things he’d previously been letting go as hostilities had cooled

and then vent to his friends in highly coded/obfuscated language so they have to stab in the dark trying to give him relevant advice, except for Roy who oh shit accidentally figures out EXACTLY what Dick is so bent out of shape about because Jason talked to him about helping Tim out with the sex pollen incident, and what the fuck Dick are you in love with Tim??? and what the fuck Roy, did Jason GOSSIP with you about Tim, did he BRAG ABOUT FUCKING TIM, Dick is gonna fucking PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, and Roy has to frantically talk him down. 

and then Dick would eventually confront Tim slightly-too-aggressively about that one time he fucked Red Hood (if it even was just one time >:|), and was that really the best decision Tim, I’m not saying I’m questioning your judgment but he stabbed you in the chest with a Batarang Tim, I’m not saying another much safer and more appropriate person was right there Tim but I was literally right fucking there Tim, I would have fucked you so good you would never want anyone else Tim, why didn’t you want me Tim, why didn’t you choose me???

….also also, I’m undecided on whether I would want to add JayTim tentatively developing feelings from the pollen incident into the mix to make things even more messy and fucked, but honestly!!! That could be more than I want to try and juggle lol

Thanks for the Ask, I appreciate you!!

[netherese-blorb]

ngl I'm really proud of the passage I just wrote (´ ᴗ｀✿) preserving it here in case I need to sacrifice it later to the editing gods.

Snippet of the boat scene in act 3 with Gale and my tav, Cerela.

[fishbloc]

actually so funny how ive made so many stardew save files for rp reasons but i have not once recreated the flower valley in it

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

WIP Ask Game!

I was tagged by @vampswritings thank you!!!!

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did

last

first

texture (chapter 2)

"Please don't hurt me."

All Grown Up

Makeup Christian

Makeup Christian (Modern AU)

t4t (Modern AU)

Lifeguard AU

Jealous!Satine

OCD Christian

thanks, I hate it

Study abroad hook-up to LDR

Firework! for maya

shower sex (laughter during sex prompt)

to cover the bruises (which ending??)

Arabia and Satine

Satine/Nini

Christian/Satine/Nini

Friends hear through hotel walls? (Arabia and Ivy)

Arabia/Ivy + Satine/Nini + La Choc x Baby Doll

Arcade trash rat

Missing Tour Hamish

Catsit Switch Up

Exes to lovers costars in a musical

Slower burn romance

gravity will hold us as we're holding on for life (and we're racing to get older)

nightmares

on a walk

safe

say please

too small to remember/too precious to forget

don't

"Come with me, to the stars!"

moments of tenderness

oral fixation

Hadestown time loop

pregnancy/kid!fic

in her sleep

non-binary Satine

Phone sex line

Coffee Shop AU

Fairy tale doesn't work

Broken mirror

Cat

Theatre AU

Elevator - piano teacher and porn star

memento mori

Lush

5 moments when it wasn't safe to be himself (and 5 when it was)

Next Time Around

trans Christian childhood

t4t

I am tagging @falsestardust @gingerpeachtea @ashleyslorens @franniebridgertons @juanabaloo @all-seeing-ifer and anyone else who wants to play!

[silverskye13]

bone, for the ask game

“Observant,” Helsknight said, prodding him in the ribs with a finger. “Did you break any bones?”

[insomnikat-mused]

👻 KkSk , Noir/Urban fantasy

"Men like Kakashi-- they don't stay active this long without carrying more than a fair share of ghosts."

👻 Dimileth, Flower shop AU

“Are you heading to the cemetery now?”

Byleth stared. Long enough for a blush to creep up from Dimitri’s tightly-buttoned collar to his cheeks. He placed a hand to his chest and bowed. “I apologize. That was rude and untoward of me to presume--”

“I am,” cut in Byleth. “It's fine."

A look of relief washed over the prince’s face. Emboldened by the brightness of her eyes and hint of a smile playing on her lips, he straightened. “May I... that is, assuming you do not find it objectionable... walk with you there?” His face colored a deeper shade of red but he did not look away. Instead, he tilted his head softly and offered a sheepish smile. “It would be comforting to have the company of another living soul amongst all the ghosts.”

[i-sveikata]

261 pages for this chapter? Did i read it right? 😅 This is insane! I wonder how thick the whole fic would be if printed.

If it's not too late how about "love" and "hurt" 😊

yeah i know seriously wild!!! i feel like it would be an absolute CHONK so i hope the readers who are book binding this fic dont struggle too much with it!! not too late- the game will go on until i post the chap so theres plenty of time to keep sending words through! oh also since you last asked ive gotten very close to narrowing down the chap song! its between this and this but i'm gonna go with violet night for this chap i think!

“Why do you want to know?”

“Have- have you been in love before?”

Pete is suddenly very focused on the road right in front of him. “Yes,” he admits after a pause. “I have.”

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“It has been,” Vegas admits. “When I’ve wanted a certain type of release that I couldn’t get otherwise.”

Pete steels himself and has to actively force himself to push on. No matter how difficult these kind of intimate questions might be for him. This is not the kind of topic that Pete finds it easy to be direct about.

“People hurting you,” Pete guesses.

[daisy-bugs]

For the WIP ask game! :D

Genuine or if not that, then casual

Somehow, neither of those appeared in any of my current WIPs. Alas.

[skyward-floored]

cry for the WIP game? in honor of what I've been doing literally all day 👉🏼👉🏼

- hero-of-the-wolf

Aw Wolf I’m sorry :( *hugs*

I’ll give you multiple wips for cry since it popped up a lot:

A choked cry rang through the air, and Legend heard a thud nearby.

And—

He was up at all hours, crying and shaking and struggling to just sleep, and it had gotten to the point where Time and Malon were just putting him in their bed in the first place since that was where he almost inevitably ended up.

And—

A muffled cry reached Link’s ears, and the blademaster removed his sword, crimson spattering the snow.

[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @charlesjosephwrites, thank you! my words are forget, forever, favor, and forgive, which give me very much claws vibes, so i’m going back in the rough draft for these

[ID - a red and black decorative divider]

forget

“I’m nice to the boys too, Holls—honestly, it’s like you forget I’m a filthy queer these days.”

forever

All the ichor Martin so selflessly provided is gone, wasted on him. Rainier hasn’t asked him to make more, but he will. They need more. For one thing Bitsy needs it—without it, her altered form won’t last. It’s not real enough any longer to stay together. For another, Rainier’s ascension can’t be delayed forever. The necessity of it makes him itch with impatience, and in the dark of the night, it makes Arachnis hiss with displeasure.

favour

“I’m gonna be sick,” Vivien mumbles. So Rainier helps him upstairs to the bathroom, and holds his hair the way Wolfe always used to hold his. All those nights out, he never returned the favour. Wolfe never grew his hair out, how could he? And no sense doing it for a stranger, what’s the point? He never cared about any of them, about anyone or anything until Vivien. There’s only Vivien—the strip of skin on his back where his shirt rides up, pale and prickled with gooseflesh; the silken feel of his hair, white like snowblind bone. He holds Vivien again on the bathroom floor, on the stained linoleum—bloodstained, he remembers, he almost died, he almost died, I almost lost him. He’d been worried then about the ichor. Never finding it, never knowing if Vivien did have it, where he’d hidden it. What the fuck did any of that matter?

forgive

“I forgive you, baby, it’s okay, I’m sorry I was scared, I know it wasn’t your fault. Just come back, okay? Please just come back, you can’t leave me like this, you can’t…”

[ID - a red and black decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @mjjune @talesofsorrowandofruin @revenancy and @oh-no-another-idea with the words mine, fine, design, and climb.

claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @noblebs @mjjune

@revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing

@indecentpause @bootstrapparadoxed @olliexwrites @cowboybrunch (ask to be +/-)

[steviewashere]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share on sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you for the tag @ataliagold this is honestly one of my favorite tag games I've ever played with. My word is WHUMP.

The following "little" excerpts/sentences are from three separate places: Steve sick with the flu (a wip that still has no name), my steddie college roommates au (that also has no name), and one where Eddie's dealing with his survivor's guilt after vecna/chrissy's death (another steddie wip without a name, are we surprised). Also, apologies for such giant excerpts, oops.

Under the cut because they're so long <3 (also heed the content warning on the letter "M")

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W - (Steddie college roommates au)

“Was on the varsity team in high school, one of the—not to be cocky—best pitchers in the region. But I’ve been hit in the head too many times by baseballs. And I absolutely decimated several muscles and ligaments just running the bases. Few broken bones here and there. Collarbone that never set right.” At that last one, Eddie marks the sobering seriousness in his tone. But then, Steve looks over his shoulder, mirth in his eyes—that seriousness from before here and gone in a breath—and grins. “I’m a cautionary tale,” he mock-whispers.

H - (Eddie's survivor's guilt)

He takes a deep breath. Admits, “I don’t know how to stop feeling…guilty.” There’s silence for a few seconds. Then, “You didn’t know that was going to happen.” “Yeah, but I”—he heaves a deep, unrelenting sigh—“I feel like…I feel…Feel like this all could’ve been prevented, y’know? Maybe I should’ve…I didn’t need to bring her back home. I didn’t need to—The deal was only supposed to be for marijuana.” “I know,” Steve murmurs. His voice takes on this…careful quality. Like he’s tiptoeing around shards of glass. “You’ve told”— “And I was going to sell her only weed. In fact, I didn’t even…I couldn’t even justify selling to her to begin with. She was all jumpy and off-guard and cagey. Like she didn’t trust me. Or like…like she was seeing something that wasn’t there.” Steve stares at him for a moment. Leaving the words to float, stagnant and uncomfortable between them. He turns to the dining table under the window, hefts the kitchen box down to the floor, gestures for Eddie to sit—so he does—and then takes his own seat across. His eyes roam over Eddie’s face, gentle and too soft to make sense. “We know that now,” he states softly, “but you didn’t know that then. You didn’t know what was wrong. You trusted her word and that’s…it’s okay that you didn’t know, Ed.” “But what if I could’ve prevented it?” he asks, words bursting from within him, “what if I…I saw the signs that something was wrong and took that and ran with it and told her, firmly and sure, no. What if I told her…What if I had just—just offered a shoulder or a hug or maybe we could’ve smoked weed in my van during lunch and she could’ve listened to my radio and we could’ve talked about music and she…what if she told me all the things I want to know now, but she told me when I would’ve needed it?”

U - (Steve with the flu)

“Uh…yeah, Steve, we have to. You’ve barely had anything to eat or drink. You need something before this shit gets even worse than where it’s at right now. Plus, sweetheart, drinking something like Gatorade will probably make your symptoms better.” Steve huffs. “But the flavor I have left is so gross.” “I can go get you something else, baby,” Eddie offers gently. “Just need you to drink a little something. Start on the flavor you don’t like while I’m at the store, and I’ll pick-up some that you do like. Maybe that’ll spur you on to get your fluid intake, yeah?” “You sound like a doctor, Eds. It’s kinda cute,” Steve teases. “I sound like somebody who’s been really sick before and hates seeing you sicker. Just promise me you’ll drink a little bit?” To add to it, Eddie holds out his left pinkie. Steve wraps his right around Eddie’s, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’ll have a few sips of the orange flavored one, as long as you pick up a few fruit punch Gatorades.”

M - (Steddie college roommates AU) CW for Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Homophobia (so skip this one if you don't want any of that)

“My dad knows the kind of person I am, okay? If he finds out that I’m with you, he’ll assume you’re like me. And I don’t want you to get hurt…or worse. This is between my dad and I. Not your uncle. Especially not you.” Slowly, “What do you mean, Steve?” Eddie asks. Immediately, a part of him seems to know the severity, the weight of that question. Something sinks heavier and heavier inside of him. Steve levels him with a tired, distraught stare. He takes in a slow breath. Lips floundering for a moment. That unwavering conviction from their first day makes a resound return. “I’m gay.” And as if a microphone was put on those two words, the sound reverberates through the room. “He found out years ago, when I was still in high school. After I broke up with my one and only girlfriend, I had told her pretty privately that I wasn’t into women…that I think I had just liked her kindness, y’know? And I don’t…don’t know what exactly happened, but somehow word got around to my dad. And…” He trails. Time seems to pause. And when Steve takes another deep, cautious breath, it slows in painfully tense fragments. Quietly, “You remember how I said that my collarbone doesn’t sit right?”

P - (Steve has the flu, but with a line of dialogue in here that I've already shared because who cares)

“Please,” he says quietly, “‘m too dizzy to do it by myself.” Hands are already gently rolling down the waistband of his underwear. Eddie’s speaking softly to him, “I’m gonna getcha into the tub, put the trashcan next to you, let you soak for a bit while I take care of the blanket”— “Just throw it away, Ed.” Eddie gives a small nod. “Okay,” he murmurs, “and then I’ll be right back in here to help you clean up.”

Tagging, no pressure:

@scoops-aboy86 @sidekick-hero @marvel-ous-m @hotluncheddie @queenie-ofthe-void

@werepuppy-steve @ataliagold (why not throw it right back lol)

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