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ven-of-the-valley · 2 days

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In a shocking turn of events, my latest comfort character is, in fact, just a little guy

#comfort character #lil guy #he just a lil guy #yes it is riz gukgak #I cannot help it #his autistic charm just sucks me in #riz gukgak

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stevebabey · 9 months

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Dustin denotes his plan as a stroke of genius. Steve calls it fucking crazy.

It is crazy — going down to the police station and giving a completely faux alibi for Eddie is crazy.

But then, Steve recalls the handcuffs on the hospital bed, keeping him strapped in even though Eddie’s hardly in a state for escape, all bandages and wires. Steve remembers the fitful sleeps he’s witnessed when visiting, remembers Eddie’s ashamed whisper of fear that one of the officers would smother him in his sleep if no one stayed with him.

Steve remembers the bats. Remembers all the other shit Eddie got dragged through.

And if Steve can lessen that blow… well, then maybe he is crazy for going through with the plan.

There’s no prepping Eddie for it, of course, considering he’s being guarded around the clock. Steve thinks it’s ridiculous considering how feeble he feels just looking at Eddie. When he— when they had gotten him out, there was a moment where he was more blood than boy. Just jagged skin held together by Steve’s hands and sheer will.

He shivers involuntarily. This is crazy, Steve thinks, shifting a bit in the chair out the front of Eddie’s room, waiting for the discussion across the hall to meet its end. It’s crazy, but he’s already done it now.

Sharp footsteps sound across the hallway and Steve’s head yanks up. His heart beats too fast and he presses his palms down into his jeans to wipe them, standing up quickly.

“So?” He asks, eyes darting between Chief Powell and Deputy Callahan.

“That’s quite the alibi you’ve provided, Mr Harrington.” There’s a cool expression on Chief Powell’s face, giving away nothing. “One that not many would be so willing to give.”

Steve swallows. Presses down the panic tied to the implications of what he’s told them— him and Eddie. Him and Eddie together.

“We’d like to question Mr Munson a little as well, get everything settled. You know,” He makes a little gesture with his hand. “Make sure your stories line up.”

A new strain of panic jolts in Steve’s stomach and he hopes it doesn’t show on his face. Glancing over his shoulder, he peers between the blinds and tries to find Eddie’s face. He can only see the hospital bed, stark white sheets and hundreds of tubes. Steve tries to remember that he anticipated this, he prepared for this.

“Now?” He asks, turning back to face the officers. He tries to appear like his uneasiness comes from concern, instead of panic. “He’s just had another dose of morphine, I’m not sure how up to questions he’ll be.”

Chief Powell narrows his eyes. Steve silently begs him to take the bait — he doesn’t want to defer the questioning, he just needs a little more wiggle room in case Eddie is slow on the uptake. He’s a performer though. Steve hopes that’ll be enough to convince them.

“Now is best.”

Steve nods, his face grave. “I understand. Just… if he’s a bit slow, give him time to find his answers. He doesn’t know that I’ve… told you.”

Steve’s hand presses down on the handle to the room and the door opens with a hiss. He enters the room, his eyes landing on the officer posted by the door first before they travel onto the bed, to Eddie.

The chair beside the bed is empty for now which means Wayne must be off getting some food. Good, Steve thinks. This will be easiest with a smaller audience to convince.

Eddie’s eyes are closed, resting as best he can, but at the new noise they peek open. The ripple of happy emotion will help their case immensely but Steve delights in the fact that that reaction is genuine. Eddie is happy to see him.

“Big boy!” He rasps as a greeting. He waves one hand up, wires sticking out of it and the handcuff on it clinks uncomfortably, and he begins a spiel. “Welcome back to my humble—”

He cuts himself off when he sees there are other visitors today besides Steve. The heart monitor jumps and Eddie’s hand drops, eyes back onto Steve in an instant.

“What’s going on?”

Steve strides to his side, his hand reaching out to curl his fingers around Eddie’s limp hand. His skin is cool to touch, fingers icy. Surprise jumps onto Eddie’s face but his fingers tighten their grip, holding his hand too. Steve sits down in the seat beside the bed and lets the real nerves of the situation make his voice tremble when he speaks.

“I— I had to tell them, Eddie. About your real alibi.”

To his credit, Eddie only lets confusion wash over his face for a moment before it turns to some mixture of anger and sadness. A furrow forms between his brows, his grip on Steve’s hand tightening, and Steve doesn’t think he’s acting at all when he says, “You didn’t.”

Huh. Maybe he’s figured it out after all, Steve thinks.

Steve nods solemnly, letting his thumb wander over the back of Eddie’s hand. He remembers what it’s like to dote on girls, on Nancy, and find it’s not nearly as hard to bring it all out for Eddie either.

“I had to,” He murmurs, reaching a hand out to brush back some of Eddie’s hair. The heart monitor spikes again and Eddie’s cheeks glow pink.

Behind them, Chief Powell clears his throat and Steve jumps, remembering himself and what he’s trying to accomplish here.

“Excuse us, Mr. Munson, we have a few questions for you.”

There’s a moment where they let their words register and Eddie takes a deep breath, squeezing Steve’s hand and giving a little nod. Chief Powell continues.

“Mr. Harrington here has come forward with a statement that would place you elsewhere than the scene of the crime at the time of Miss Cunningham’s murder. Can you recall where you were that night?”

The mention of Chrissy’s name makes Eddie flinch and Steve’s glad he’s already holding his hand so he can squeeze it gently. Eddie’s gaze drops to their intertwined hands and stares hard for a moment. Shuffling puzzle pieces into place.

Steve leans down, presses a soft kiss to his bruised knuckles, and says “Tell them the truth.”

Eddie inhales sharply, steeling his nerves and turns his attention back to the officers. “I was with Steve. We were… we were at his house.”

Chief Powell nods, scratching words down in his notepad. He hums in a way that tells Eddie to keep going.

“We were…” Eddie trails off and looks to Steve, trying to follow the story already planted. Steve nods, hoping it comes off like he’s trying to be comforting boyfriend, instead of a subtle nudge.

“…Kissing.”

Steve resists the urge to snort at the absurdity of the whole situation. This whole thing is so convoluted and it’s twisted that Eddie’s even been accused but Steve’s putting his fuckin’ reputation on the line and Eddie says they’ve been kissing?

He doesn’t even need to turn around to know some eyebrows have raised behind him.

“Kissing?” Steve hears Chief Powell repeat. “Just… kissing?”

Eddie’s attention snaps forward again and Steve can see him piece together the snappy persona, the Freak, the scary dog privileges that come with being an outsider. He straightens up a bit, shoulders squaring but Steve can feel the quake in his hand.

“I’m sorry, did you want a play by play of the whole act, Chief Powell? I can go into detail if you want, who took who’s pants off first, yanno, but I didn’t peg you for that kinda guy.”

Steve can’t miss this reaction, turning his head to watch both officers shuffle uncomfortably on the spot. Chief Powell tries to keep his power, eyes narrowing, but it’s hard to maintain when Steve dots another quick kiss across Eddie’s knuckle.

“Very well.” He seems to land on. “We’ll be back to collect a formal statement later—”

Eddie gives a faint squeak, his hand grasping Steves that much tighter.

“—but I’m happy to have the guard and cuffs removed from your room for now.”

A sigh so large escapes Eddie that his chest deflates a good couple inches and Steve feels his own shoulders relax a bit. Chief Powell steps forward, key retrieved from his belt and Steve winces seeing the ring of irritated skin around Eddie’s wrist. No doubt caused from the thrashing of night terrors.

He releases Eddie’s hand long enough for it to be freed, scooping it back up in his as soon as he can, properly this time. All fingers intertwined, palm to palm. Eddie eyes their hands again and Steve pretends to not hear the jump in the heart monitor.

The officers leave, including the one holding post, the door sliding shut with a gentle click and Steve holds himself still— unsure of how to start explaining what he had sprung on Eddie. He feels bad, dropping him in the deep end, even if it was for his own good.

“Eddie—” He starts.

“Hug me.” Eddie hisses out the corner of his mouth. When Steve doesn’t react, he says it again, fiercer - it doesn’t match the way he’s smiling so sweetly at Steve. “Hug. Me.”

Steve does as he’s told, shooting up onto his feet and hesitating only for a moment before Eddie’s arms are creeping around his waist — he leans over and tries to keep his weight off him. Eddie’s frazzled curls tickle at his cheek and Steve just burrows his face in further.

There’s a faint whisper into his ear. “They were watching still.”

Steve pulls back a bit, not to check over his shoulder, but to see Eddie’s face. He’s serious, eyes skirting the window behind them but the moment Steve pulls back, his eyes shift down and he softens.

“And now… kiss me too?” He says. His tone conveys that he knows he’s being far too cheeky. Steve’s wonders if the officers are still watching. Wonders if he’d still kiss him even if they weren’t. He casts a glance over his shoulder and is met with a empty window, the officers retreating down the hall.

He turns back to Eddie with an incredulous expression. “What? Getting you off murder charges not good enough for you?”

Eddie’s face shutters for a moment, as though every emotion to do with Steve’s sacrifice floods him at once. There’s a burst of gratitude when he doesn’t mention it — doesn’t mention everything Steve might be giving up for Eddie, everything that might crumble should the details of the case become public.

He chooses the joke again. Eddie always does.

“Yes, but remember, we’re madly in love,” Eddie sings, brows wiggling about on his face and making Steve snort. “So feel free to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

Steve snorts. “Duly noted, Munson.”

Eddie throws his head back softly against his pillow and pretends to wail in pain. “Munson? That’s all I am to you? That’s how you treat your boyfriend?”

Steve can’t help but grin a little at the theatrics and finds himself thinking that of all the people to be stuck pretending he’s dating, at least with Eddie, it’ll be enjoyable. Well, at least interesting. It will certainly be an experience.

“You have no idea how I treat my boyfriends, baby.” Steve says, voice low, just to see if he can get Eddie’s heart monitor to jump again. It does, a steady beeping as the BPM climbs up a few numbers.

Steve can feel the blush on Eddie’s cheeks, he’s so close, and it’s so nice to see colour on his face — such a stark comparison to the paleness of- well, of older memories.

Steve grins. Despite every nerve that feels singed beneath his skin, overworked from all his anxiety — despite considering every potential backlash that faces both them outside this room, outside the hospital, Steve searches within himself.

He can’t find one single ounce of regret.

next part.

#gay ppl in my phone…. take this humble offering to tide u over between fics #everything has become long #i cannot help it #every idea is like 5k+ words #this is me trying to combat it #ruby writes steddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #pre steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #uhhhh that’s all folks #this is indeed the trope of steve telling the police they were fucking for their alibi lmao #10 points if u can guess which line is from the hunger games!#that’s what inspired this

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firesnap · 7 months

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Something something about how Fionna has spent the entirety of Fionna and Cake chasing the magical. She's looking for her own magical journey that delights her and makes her feel alive. And the most magical thing she's heard about, the thing that really moved her, was the story of Simon and Betty falling in love. It was painted to her like a scene from a fairy tale with blushing cheeks and fireflies and it required zero magic at all.

#i cannot help it #fionna and cake #it's getting to me #a grown up's cartoon without cynicism #all of the wonder of the old kid's show with more nuance that comes from age and i am obsessed with that

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dovewingkinnie · 6 months

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i have an extreme fascination with stories where the main character gets transported into another world

i don’t want it to be a mystical fun experience i want the MC to be scared shitless that they’re somewhere entirely new, somewhere they can’t even recognize

there’s no safety of their home anymore, they’re completely stuck, and can only hope that there’s a way out (most likely not)

#so many of my stories are like this #i cannot help it #it’s my favorite type of story #like imagine just #being sent somewhere #completely unexplained #and you can’t go home #that’s just scary #whew

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creamecafe · 1 year

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If constantly switching what music I listen to or choosing a comfort character every new week was a crime, I be in there for life

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gothearts · 9 months

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The urge to draw every jojo character as some form of alternative is very real ngl.

#I cannot help it #its just basic instinct as both a goth and a metalhead #I already have soooo many designs in mind

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 11 days

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Sorry, the brain has been hijacked by Jacob and Dottie.

I had an idea for an artwork and some inner force just caught me.

Literally my brain to me:

In my defense, Assassin's Creed remains my main fandom and my main anchor, and where I play the most, so even when I venture into new pastures, the whole AC tab is always open in the back of my mind.

Like. At this point, just sit tight with me (i always appreciate it, even more than i can explain ❤).

#Nemo babbles #Jacob Frye #Dorothea Starrick #Jottie #I cannot help it #this stories I am writing #these characters #they are truly my life #they are my whole world #I have yet to find something that got such a tight grasp on me for so long #like #last time that happened was with LOTR #and it lasted 15 years #so we will see how long this will last

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jezzibelle89 · 2 months

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FYI

I’ll never forgive the writers of Shameless for just up and abandoning Sandy. Excuse me, she’s fucking amazing. How dare you.

#I love her #I cannot help it #shameless

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broken-clover · 30 days

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Basically everything about the ending fucked me up but I think one of the biggest parts is that as we see the door opening, the very first place it starts is right in the center, where you started, right above the slums, right where Momo has been waiting.

Momo. Dejected Momo, the straggler of the Outsiders, desperately clinging onto some shred of hope despite being left on his own until you arrive and start patching things up. The one who thought himself a coward despite doing so much and being one of the few to venture out into the dangers of the sewers just out of hope that you could do something. Silly Momo with his goofy flamingo shirt and his silly rainbow face!! He sends you off and has to solemnly slink back to the slums all alone, wondering if any of it meant anything or if he was just going to be stuck waiting on a miracle that won't come, and have his dreams crushed for a second time

And after all that waiting for who knows how long, he gets to see that beautiful little blue dot, bigger and bigger every second. It's right there!! The sky and the sun and the clouds, right there smiling down on him. Is there any reward that quite compares to something like that?

#I'M SORRY I KEEP SCREAMING ABOUT THE CAT GAME #I CANNOT HELP IT #stray #momo stray #op back on her bullshit

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sugarhog-au · 1 year

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Redesigns round 5! more random bunches

Nicole Khode:

Local town sheriff, she helps protect everyone with her partner, Shard. Very much a no nonsense type, she prefers to get things done as efficiently and with as little mistakes as possible. Unlike her partner, she fusses over the minor details and often judges herself too harshly, but the more lax nature of Shard helps ease her worries most times.

Shard (last name pending):

He's actually a Tenrec, but thanks to being stuck halfway transformed into a werebeast, he has a more wolfish appearance about him. He's a soft, fun loving guy but takes his job seriously when need be, his partner, Nicole will be that extra push of seriousness should she think he's being too laxed or lazy. He loves food, like really loves food, like you could easily become his best friend if you gave him a burger or something.

Scourge (last name pending):

Self proclaimed "King of Onyx city", this ex gangster left his gang to raise his adopted son, Manic many years ago. He's still pretty infamous as even though he left his old gang behind, he still manages to find his way into fights due to his reputation. Even with his more violent "pass-time", with the help of an unlikely friend, Scourge actively tries to be a good parent to his son as a way to make peace with his own horrible up bringing.

"I might be broken but, I'm not gonna break him too."

Metal (Metal Sonic):

Former police dog, Metal was experimented on following a fatal accident. The resulting modifications helped him recover but was deemed "No longer suitable for service" and was dumped to the streets to live life as a stray. Bitter from abandonment, Metal eventually settled in Emerald valley, claiming a spot away from the town to call his own away from others where he plans to waste away, not having much else to live for. He likes to chase Sonic when the speedster gets too close however, Sonic would take the hint and leave him alone but he swears it brings a liveliness back to his eyes.

#shard the metal sonic #nicole the holo lynx #scourge the hedgehog #metal sonic #sonic redesign #sonic au #sugarhog au #sonic the hedgehog #metal is a dog #a lot of the bots are dogs actually #papa scourge #I am a sucker for papa #i cannot help it #also angst #oops

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taydaq · 9 months

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A few teasers for what's to come on AO3 later... ambreigns/romox: ❣️❣️