#one word wip game

[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."

[kheprriverse]

Y’all thinking about an older Ares has RUINED me

[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 💚

[fanaticsnail]

ah would it be too greedy of me to ask about the pollen fic for koby as well,,, cant seem to get him off my mind lately 〒▽〒

HALP PLEASE IGNORE THIS IF ITS TOO MUCH,,

Not selfish at all! I thank you for it! That beautiful, pink haired marine is just beautiful and I adore him.

Synopsis: Marooned on an unfamiliar island with enemies closing in, you form an alliance with a marine who finds himself in a similar way. While attempting to forage for food, spores erupt and sink into his skin. He will do his best to act as a marine should: protect the innocent, remain disciplined, be strong in the sense of great peril... But you're so close, and something in him is screaming that you have exactly what he needs to rid him of this plague.

The way I can't wait to write this one out in more detail. Just gotta work out if I want amab, afab, m, f, or gn for him. I think the last time I wrote for Koby, he was with an amab!reader for my birthday fic series. I adore him with anyone. He's just so sweet, but absolutely can bring out that dominant side when his initiative is called upon. He is a captain, after all.

Thank you so much for your ask!

WIP Game

[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.

[dilfmobius]

wip folders game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

thank you for the tags @lokimobius @thosegayoldmen @loki-is-my-kink-awakening y'all are so nice <3333

these are all lokius and these are just the ones in my google docs (my notes app is a mess). and look, sometimes i'll just let the doc be named whatever the first sentence is LOL that's why a few of them are Like That.

baby's first jotunn loki fic

s2 finale good ending

loki rehabilitation program

mobius gets sick because HE'S A WORKAHOLIC

loki gets sick because i said so

mobius nipple piercings fic but i got carried away

“It’s weed, Loki,” Mobius says as he plops himself down on his lumpy sofa, waving the small bag in front of the god’s face.

The first time is after Pompeii.

beach house au

“Dammit, Loki,” Mobius hisses to himself as he speed-walks through the archives, trying not to look too frazzled.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Loki was exhausted

i don't belong to anyone

who'd have known? (are you mine?)

coming undone (there's a first time for everything)

i could be your bodyguard

alligator tears (how does it feel to be adored?)

Mobius makes his way down halls of the TVA with a pep in his step.

it feels really nice releasing these into the wild, even if it's just the doc titles lol

open invitation/tag for anyone who wants to participate! <3

[painted-doe]

WIP word search

Tagged by the exceptional @bromcommie! Enjoy a bunch of snippets from some of my WIPs based on the keywords that appear in them. (These are probably longer than they're supposed to be but hey ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

My keywords were: space, sharp, sweet, home

space

From “what the water wants”, a horror story about a poltergeist haunting Bucky and Sam (although no horror makes an appearance in this part).

The one and only time he’d ever been invited over to Bucky’s place, Sam had stood in the doorway of the barren apartment and stared. For a moment he’d wondered if the elevator had taken them to the wrong floor — if maybe this apartment was empty and waiting for a tenant to move in. Because this wasn’t a space where someone lived. 

But Bucky had pinned him with a stare that said don’t fucking say it, and had shouldered past him and thrown his keys on the counter with the familiarity and confidence of a person who did, in fact, live here. Anyway, they’d both been bleeding and bruised and covered in toxic slime at the time, so there had been more urgent things on Sam’s mind.

But later that night, once they were both scrubbed and disinfected and bandaged, each wearing a pair of Bucky’s sweatpants and working their way steadily through several white boxes of Szechuan takeout on the floor in front of the TV, Sam had turned to him with purpose. Bucky had stiffened and stared straight ahead like he’d never seen anything more fascinating than the crowds cheering for Hungary’s soccer team.

“Dude,” Sam said, not unkindly, “you know you don't have to live like this?”

sharp

From “Diptych”, a two-part Sambucky fic. Part 1: Sam and Bucky are sucked into Westview and Wanda mashes them together like a couple of action figures kissing. Part 2: The aftermath when they return to real life.

Sam didn’t remember there being any children in Westview, but he must have forgotten somehow. 

Of course there were children; there were children everywhere now that Sam was noticing them. Even Marcus and Jeannie had a son, Jack. Maybe it was odd that he had forgotten about little Jack, since they lived right next door. But it was very easy not to think about that, so he didn’t.

Jack was competing in a junior league baseball game and everyone was invited. Bucky was feeling steady enough to leave the house, and that didn’t happen every day, so they put on sweaters and dusted off their baseball caps and held hands as they walked down to the baseball diamond in the crisp air. They were entering the deepest days of autumn, with Halloween right around the corner, and the low afternoon sunlight dappled the orange-red leaves of the trees that lined their little suburban street. Bucky’s winter-coloured eyes caught and held the amber light, and it softened all his sharp edges to gold; Sam’s heart flipped a little when he met his gaze and smiled.

sweet

From the upcoming second chapter of “A Candle in the Window”:

“Hi, Mr. Barnes!” Peter shouts, waving at him.

Barnes, who has just leapt onto the metal dinosaur’s spiny back and is using a combat knife in each hand to scale it like a mountain climber, looks genuinely horrified to see him. It’s actually kind of sweet.

“Is that you under there?!” he yells. “What the — get outta here, kid!”

“Thanks for coming!” Peter shouts back happily, and promptly gets knocked out of the sky mid-swing as the thing’s big metal tail smacks him. 

Fortunately, he lands in a tree. 

Unfortunately, the tree is about to be set on fire. 

The robo-dino’s mouth opens toward him, its jaws wide enough for him to stand up between them, and those are some very big pointy steel teeth, and he can see the flamethrower powering up at the back of the throat where the tongue ought to be, and all his instincts fail as for one critical second he <em>freezes</em> —

And at that exact moment, a big ball of snarling supersoldier slams fist-first right into the thing’s metal jaw, a vibranium uppercut hard enough to knock it off one of its hinges. The jaw is now dangling by one end, like a car’s bumper after a fender bender. The jet of fire that was about to melt Peter’s face off ends up going cockeyed and blasting a duck pond instead. He hopes there weren’t any ducks paddling around in there, because there definitely aren’t now.

home

from “Lagniappe”, a novel-length TFATWS story about Bucky rescuing a dog from a dogfighting ring and accidentally rehabilitating himself along the way.

The dog didn’t have a name. That was what made him decide.

He hadn’t had a name either. Not for a long time. The electricity and heavy dizzying drugs had scraped even that last dignity out of him. Even now, years later, the person-thing he’d managed to salvage and stuff back into himself was only a messy amalgamation of bits and pieces. Secondhand stories from Steve of who he’d once been; hazy snapshot memories; habits and tastes he didn’t quite remember but had been informed he once had, and so had now re-adopted out of a weird fear of somehow getting it wrong. Getting the business of being Bucky Barnes wrong. 

He was an unabashed mess, but most of the parts HYDRA had ripped out had slowly grown back, little by little. He still lost his words from time to time, but he didn’t have to carry a knife to be able to bear a trip to the grocery store. Sometimes he still woke in distress in the night, keening and shivering from the memories, but now he could look someone in the eye and tell them no if he didn’t want to obey them. Now he could go for a walk on a frosty day without losing his breath and having to call someone to take him home. He was even making amends for the things he had done — or at least was trying to, in his bitter fumbling way.

And all of that had started with his name. His name in Steve Rogers’ mouth. “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes,” Steve had told him desperately on that helicarrier, like wedging his foot into a door that was trying to slam closed — and Bucky had still fought him, had almost killed him, but the words had worked their magic. His name had begun to reawaken him. His name.

The black dog didn’t even have that.

@philtstone, @fixing-the-boat, @possumwoodpie, @clucku, @toxiclxki, @snarkythewoecrow @writethewolvesaway @wishihadatail @shackleton2 I choose you! Your keywords are: ignore, kind, lose, silver (And anyone else who wants to play, consider yourself tagged -- sorry if I missed you!)

[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @the-inkwell-variable, thank you! my words are tissue, control, net, and card. being indulgent and looking through my Obsession fics for these, because the next one will be finished soon™

(tags & taglist under the cut)

[ID - a red decorative divider]

tissue

from feel me from the inside

He likes to imagine Pharaun’s painted nails slicing through the old scar tissue, re-opening the wound. There’s so much that would come pouring out if he did, and once it was out, there’d only be red, empty space left, because Vizaeth knows he’s a hollow shell, when it comes down to it. If he’s not filled with Pharaun, he’s not filled with anything.

control

from fury to dislocate reason

Skin breaks, blood floods his mouth, and still pressure builds in his head, a howling firestorm his teeth can’t control.

net

i have garnet, which is half of it - from like lovers do

“I wanted you to find something to blackmail him with, not paint him over his office!” Pharaun shoves a hand through his hair. A garnet clip catches on his fingers and he flicks it aside with a curse. He sighs sharply, pinches the bridge of his nose. As though he’s the one having to exercise restraint, when it’s Vizaeth who’s been slighted.

card

again, i have half the word, for discarded - from i want (to be) you

Vizaeth runs his fingers over the vanity, dancing light as a spider over the cosmetics in their untidy rows, the silver tray of hair clips and braiding thread—stops at the brush. Pharaun’s hair tangles in it, thick and white, an abundance of discarded snarls. Vizaeth tugs free enough to wind tight around one finger, so tight it throbs.

[ID - a red decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @mjjune @winterandwords and @tabswrites with the words destroy, try, clever, and between.

Obsession taglist: @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)

[i-sveikata]

Hello, author! I still can't believe we will have a new chapter before Christmas! I'm so happy with this gift, thank you so much!!! 💙 I was wondering if Vegas pov will appear again sometime.. Do you have any plans?

For the game: sleep, drink and bed 😊

ahh yay im so happy youre happy too!!! nice little gift for everyone it turns out!!! oh yes it will make another appearance anon. in fact we will be switching between both of their povs when the bathroom scene takes place ;) i dont have further plans yet for vegas' pov but im not finished the story so who knows there might be more occurrences after that one too! yeah sure!

His hands have shifted a little whilst he was asleep and Pete can’t help but resume stroking his skin, feeling the heat there as his fingertips trail down Vegas’ body.

\

Feeling like a chastised child, Pete picks up his drink, suddenly thankful for his foresight in ordering the beverage in a take away cup before he climbs down the bunk seat one handed and strides determinedly towards the exit.

\

“Fine. Let’s go back to bed.”

It’s a miracle Pete manages not to have a reaction to that with all the others watching them. His hand around the cold drink, now cupped inside the curl of his fingers doesn’t even shake.

[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.

[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!

[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.

[crossbackpoke-check]

inspired by @colap1nto <3 and posting here to hold myself accountable: writevember! attempting to write something every day no matter how much and what it is

i am however inventing stipulations for myself so i cannot weasel my way out of it, which includes a valid definition of “write”:

actively put words into a document in the form of a proper fic!!! too many wip not enough hands!!

poems (actually laughed at me coming up with this but maybe i will go back to my roots)

research/meta/primers

tag stories are permissible IF i actually compile and edit them into a readable document that day

editing to post to ao3 (the optimism) is also valid. it takes me so long

i do have concrete arbitrary deadlines for one and a half fics that i would LOVE to finish and post in november (dewey^2 and [redacted :)]) so i’m hoping this helps!! also, this is secretly just a sticker chart where i get to put down emojis for each fic i worked on and check off boxes but a win is a win

day 1:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 2: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 3:🫃2️⃣

day 4: 🍎

day 5:🫃2️⃣

day 6: 📑, 💌

day 7:🫃2️⃣ AND ☁️💧. who is she

day 8:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 9:🫃2️⃣

day 10:🫃2️⃣

day 11:🫃2️⃣ we are on a STREAK and also a countdown 🫡

day 12:🫃2️⃣

day 13:🫃2️⃣

day 14: 📬💍

day 15: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 16:🫃2️⃣

day 17: 🔴 ⚫️,🫃2️⃣

day 18:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 19:🪻🐈‍⬛, 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 20:🫃2️⃣

day 21:🫃2️⃣, 🤫 🪽🃏

day 22:🫃2️⃣

day 23: 💯❕

day 24: 🪢

day 25: 🐛🏮🦋

day 26:🫃2️⃣

day 27:🫃2️⃣

day 28:🫃2️⃣

day 29:🫃2️⃣

day 30:🫃2️⃣

WRITEMBER RECAP: an overall sucess!!!! this was so much fun and really forced me to write even if it was only a little bit every day. like, to the point that i'm debating doing a cute little twelve days of christmas snippet fest. absolutely could not have finished and published dewey^2 p2 without this challenge or posted p3 :)

thirty days of writing

twelve different fics worked on

poems: 1

i have no word count for you sorry i wish i did but it is at least over a few thousand words!!!!

times i wrote for a day past midnight (making it technically the next day) but because i was still awake i counted it for that day: at least 17 if not closer to like. 25

tags i forgot what they mean: one. what the FUCK is 🪢??? OH MY GOD I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THAT IS NEVERMIND

duolingo streak (worked on the same fic in a row): 5

[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)

Your word is: BAND