#zan fic

[steddie-there]

Steve is bitchy. It's a known fact. He's a reformed mean girl and bitch is like a second language to him. Whether it's scathing commentary about Family Video customers almost before they're out the door,

"So apparently it's national hit on someone young enough to be your granddaughter day, who knew we had such a gross holiday?"

snarky conversations with the kids,

"Well, whaddya know, Dustin, would you look at this?" "What? "It's the coke you said wasn't in the fridge! Isn't it amazing how it just magically appeared?" "Oh, shut up, Steve." "I'm just so completely in awe!"

or calling out the people that still give Eddie nasty looks (and doesn't that make Eddie's heart grow three sizes and threaten to pop out of his chest and burrow into Steve's?),

"You know, Carol, if you keep making that face, it might stick like that. But look on the bright side, at least then the outside would be as hideous as the inside!"

Eddie adores all of it. Loves Steve's mile-wide mean streak. Loves how he can use it to tease the people he loves or decimate the latest idiot he's been forced to deal with.

But Eddie's favorite, the best, the most wonderful, absolutely fantastic moments of Steve's bitchiness? Those happen while he's driving. It doesn't matter what exactly has him riled up about another driver, Steve always has something sarcastic on the tip of his tongue to bitch about them with.

"Do you look as stupid as you drive? Dumbass."

"Jeeze, I never knew the white line was for driving on. What an amazing thing you've discovered!"

"Oh, apparently I missed the memo where 35 mph got changed to 55. Eddie, remind me to check the speed limit sign the next time we drive through here. God, what an impatient asshole."

No matter what it is, it always has Eddie stifling his laughter behind his hand. But this last time - they're at a four-way stop and the car turning across from them definitely went before it was their turn and Steve says, "Hmm, seems someone missed the lesson on taking turns in kindergarten," with that little bitchy tilt to his head - Eddie can't help the guffaw that bursts out of his mouth.

Steve looks at him from the corner of his eye. "What are you giggling about?"

"You. You just - you get so bitchy at the other drivers and, I swear to god, man, it's the funniest shit." He laughs again, says fervently, "Christ, I love you, Stevie."

And then he freezes. Realizes what he said. Takes a deep, horrified breath. It's too soon, they only just started dating, he can't say something like that, he's... He backtracks. "Uh... I mean, uh, I love when you - "

And then freezes again when Steve slides his hand off the steering wheel and onto his thigh, fingers curling around the inside. "So, you love me, huh?"

Eddie chances a glance over at Steve. Despite the teasing tone in his voice, there's something soft around his eyes and the edges of his smile. Something almost... hopeful.

Eddie swallows and decides fuck it. "Yeah, yeah I do," he tells Steve quietly.

Steve makes a quiet sound that goes straight to Eddie's heart. When he peeks over again, Steve is looking back and forth between Eddie and the road and his expression is so open and tender and happy that Eddie doesn't regret for a second what he said, even if it is too soon. "I love you, too, Eds," Steve says and Eddie feels his stomach swoop with butterflies. He puts his hand on Steve's, squeezes it, tangles their fingers together, grins bright at this man he loves so very much.

And if, after that, Steve goes out of his way to play up his bitchiness whenever Eddie is in the car and Eddie never stifles his laughter at it again, well, that's between the two of them, isn't it?

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #are steve's bitchy comments while driving entirely based on my own? yes #steve and i are both bitchy drivers #reformed mean girl steve #yes i am incapable of writing anything that doesn't devolve into fluff 😅 #also i have been trying to write this since january 27th so i'm not even gonna try to edit it you get what you get #zan fic

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

He pushed Nathan’s mouth open as far as it would go before he unwrapped his fingers from Nathan’s hair and pressed them against his own stomach, starting the process of expelling the human girl from inside of him.

Hope you enjoy your first taste of human, Nathan.

(read more for art ↓ tw sa, nonconsensual kissing, but not explicit)

(from @vore-toast's wonderful g/t fic, In the World of Monsters)

#zan art #itwom #gt vore #this scene is so sad :( #tw sa #tw sa implied #he spends the rest of the fic making up for this dont u worry #vore angst #v0re #tw vore

[zan-the-second]

Y'all someone lock away my brain for me because I'm listening to Disney with my sister and 'Mother Knows Best' comes on my first thought was "This has so much Sugarplum Fairy vibes"

Which was subsequently followed by:

"WAIT, WHAT IF THEOPIN TANGLED AU???"

#theopin #d20 #dnd #a crown of candy #zan screams #I think Lapin deserves magical hair #as a treat #lapin cadbury #theobald gumbar #I am literally begging for someone to talk to me about this I have THOUGHTS #fic idea

[starmagnets]

Welcome back to me posting soul doc based lore things with zero context. Today’s example: shells.

#my art #kirby series #character tags only sort of make sense because of the soul stuff involved but I’ll tag them anyways #magolor #magolor soul #zan partizanne #do hollow eyes count as body horror? eh I’ll tag it just to be safe #body horror tw #shells aren’t bodies but they’re frequently confused for them #second drawing is an au specific thing but shell zan will technically be seen in the fic #it’s complicated

[adopocalype]

It was a sunny day in Dreamland, and everyone had a gun. Swearing, violence, furries, several outdated memes, this fic has it all! Join out motley crew as they fight to stop the werewolf apocalypse. Inspired almost entirely by the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator.

I first started this all the way back in January of 2019 and I don't believe it'll ever be fully done. A bit of a shame, there would have been a scene where Void Termina breaks all of Nightmare's bones, a full on war between all of the characters that would have become werwolves and those who didn't, with a few neutral parties (namely 02) just attacking everything they see, and of course, it would have ended with the surviving cast all taking a trip to Hot Topic together.

But this first chapter's actually been done for a while and I though now might as well be a good a time as ever to finally upload it. With all that said, here it is-

The Edgiest Kirby fic Ever Made chapter 1: This might be the only chapter

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It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon in one of the less populated corners of Dreamland, and a Tac had found a gun and was on a murderous rampage. Birdons and scarfys fleeing in terror as the Tac fired wildly. A Sir Kibble got hit and died, bleeding blood that was made out of blood.

Soon, Tac had killed everyone. But apparently not everyone, as a certain pumpkin wearing a top hat shot him in the back with a gun of his own. Squashini said nothing and left with a swish of his cape, justice having been served.

From the distant shadows at the edge of the woods, Poppy Bro Sr. watched ominously. Poppy Bro Jr. and Boomer exchanged glances tiredly, knowing that dad was in the middle of another one of his evil schemes, and they both decided to not get involved, heading off to the arcade.

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Later that night in Cappy Town, Chef Kawasaki was putting pineapple on pizza for Mr. Frosty.

"Gosh, no one ever told me you could put fruit on a pizza before!" said Kawasaki, whom had had this forbidden knowledge intentionally restricted from him previously, but apparently Mr. Frosty hadn't gotten the memo on that.

"I wonder what else I could put on a pizza," he pondered, and left to go find ingredients.

Eventually he found himself in a dark and ominous alleyway, harvesting some mushrooms, that may or may not have been edible, from under a dumpster. He pulled one out and got up gleefully, not noticing a pair of glowing red eyes behind him.

"Hey, guy," greeted the shadowy figure the eyes belonged to, "Word on the street is that you're a furry."

Kawasaki turned around, smiling obliviously as always, "Why, yes I am. You wanna RP or something?"

"…Not exactly. How'd you like to be a sharp-toothed, hairy beast for real?" the ominous person offered ominously.

Kawasaki looked a little downtrodden "Oh, sorry but I can't afford to buy a fursuit right now with my current profit intake. I've been thinking of setting up a patreon for myself, but I would need people who actually like the things that I produced for that to work…"

The shadowy stranger, who was very obviously the villain of this fanfiction, was getting tired of this orange, potato-shaped man's talking.

"You know what? Forget this, I'm just gonna skip to the part where I turn you into a werewolf like me. BWAHAHAHAHAA!" He laughed, showing off his fangs.

"Werewolf? Wait! No! But my fursona is a cat! Oh, this is what I get for not doing my homework! WAAAAGH!!" Kawasaki wailed as the shadowy figure pounced on him.

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The next day, Adeleine (who is a human) was wandering around one of the many fields of solidified clouds that are scattered across the mid-atmosphere of Popstar, as one does when they are an Adeleine. As she was walking, she was suddenly struck with a craving for breadsticks.

"I'm going to McDonal- I mean Kawasaki's, do you want anything?!" she shouted to anyone who might be in the area.

"Hamburger," Taranza answered, then went back to crying.

"Hamburger," Kracko said, materializing out of clouds behind her.

"HAMBURGER," came the near-unison response of the various fifty or so waddle dees, bronto burts, birdons, and whatever else was up there.

Adeline pointed finger guns at everyone and flopped backwards through the layer of clouds, falling down to Dreamland at an incredible speed. She landed face down with a loud thump next to Mr. Frosty, who was still waiting for his pizza. She got up and dusted herself off.

"Boy, it's been a lot easier getting back down here ever since I became immune to fall damage," she thought out loud, walking into the restaurant.

"Rev up those fryers, 'cause I sure am…" she waited for the ritual's completion, and was confused when the part where she got picked up and thrown outside never came.

"Nani…?" she whispered, a camera zooming in on her face.

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Outside, Meta Knight tackled a foe through a wall, accidentally hitting a vividria in the face with debris. The vividria shouted "FRICK!" as loud as she could, while Meta continued to grapple with his opponent.

"My sincerest apologies, miss, but I must defeat this vicious dragon!" he shouted as held his enemy from running away.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Chuchu the octopus yelled, as she was obviously not a dragon. She slapped him with a tentacle hard enough to stun him and ran away screaming.

"Get back here you gold-hoarding villain!" he shouted as he took chase, unknowingly causing Daroach to quietly start crying. The mouse covered his face with his hat. He knew he had a problem, but he didn't need to bother anyone else with it. He left to go sulk by himself.

As Meta Knight continued to chase the screaming pink octopus, thankfully having forgotten he had a sword, his edgy doppelgänger watched from the Mirror World through the reflection in a window.

"That dumb bitch's schizophrenia is acting up again," Dark Meta Knight stated the obvious, "I really hope that's something that I didn't inherit when I spawned in his image."

Shadow Dedede walked up, eating a bag of chips, "Lol, you prolly got it too. You're gonna be chasing flying cookies any day now," he taunted.

"Shut the hell your mouth, Sad-ow Dedede!" he snarled, harshly poking the spooky penguin in the gut. Shadow Dedede started sniffling, which soon became full-blown sobbing.

"Why are you so MEAN?!" he cried, pure black tears dripping down his face like oil.

Dark Meta rolled his eyes, "Because I'm EDGY you estúpido pingüino!" (That's Spanish for stupid penguin. Why Spanish, you ask? Because I'm going with the 4Kids dub voices and you can't stop me.) He threw his hands in the air for emphasis, "Being mean is like, the second step for being edgy, right after shopping at Hot Topic!"

Dark Meta would have continued to berate Shadow Dedede, but an alarm he set on his phone went off, "That time already?! I've gotta be at the furry roleplay session in five minutes!" he exclaimed in disbelief. He grabbed his animal-ear headband and jumped through the window reflection into the real world, sprinting off at top speed

As Dark Meta Knight channelled his inner anime-girl-with-toast-in-her-mouth, he passed a hospital where, unbeknownst to him, an eldritch evil lay dormant.

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"You're positively certain?" 02 asked, his usually monotone voice edged with what sounded like actual concern.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry but the test results don't lie, you have severe radiation poisoning," that one doctor cappy from the anime, who's name I haven't bothered to remember, answered.

02 shifted his position on the examination table, which had already been completely crushed by his mass, "How could this even happen? I'm the embodiment of death."

"I thought Necrodeous was the embodiment of death," Dr. Nameless stated, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Necrodeous is just some kid's fan character," 02 explained, rolling his bloodshot eye exasperatedly, "Now tell me why I'm radioactive."

From the other side of the astral plane, Necrodeous looked downward dejectedly, "Heck…" he muttered as a tear fell from his eye-socket, distraught from the sick burn 02 had given him.

Dr. Whatshisface hummed thoughtfully, "Hmmm… Have you eaten any birdons lately?"

02 shifted his gaze around, seemingly embarrassed, "I… Perhaps, what of it?"

Dr. Moustache-Man shook his head disappointedly, "Birdons are a highly radioactive subspecies of parrot that mutated into being as a result of Meta Knight's nuclear testing. Why else would they look like that? That's not a hat on their heads, it's a massive, hardened tumour!"

02 visibly recoiled in disgust, "UGH! Oh, by the blackest of black holes, I think I'm going to be sick," he shuddered, the thorns on his tail bristling, "Guhhhh… I can't believe I actually ate that thing. I need to get my diet together."

Dr. Changeshisnamealot tapped his pen on his clipboard, "You'll be dead within two weeks, Mr. 02, I don't think that's something you should be worried about."

02 blinked, "Well, fuck."

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"Language!" shouted Zan Partizanne. Hyness looked up from playing Five Nights at Freddy's on his phone, "But I didn't say it this time," he whined.

Zan glowered out the window at the hospital, "SOMEone did."

The game screeched at him, causing him to scream at a volume that rivalled a jet engine taking off, and he pelted the phone into the wall, effectively breaking it.

He stared at the shattered phone, "Flamberge can I borrow your phone?" he asked loudly.

"No! I'm using it!" she yelled from the next room over, "I'm listening to Linkin Park!"

"I thought you were having friends over?" Zan asked, still glaring out the window.

Flamberge appeared in the doorway, wearing an animal-ear headband, "It's an irl furry roleplay session, Zan. And no one's here yet, so I'm bored!"

Dark Meta Knight burst through the door, then collapsed, breathing heavily, "Hah, hah… I made it!" he threw his hands in the air victoriously.

Hyness approached Flamberge with an expectant look, she sighed and handed him her phone, "Whatever you do to this, I'll do to your spine," she threatened. He grabbed it and scampered back to the couch, giggling madly as he looked for another overrated horror game to play.

Flamberge sighed, "It makes sense that you're late, and Magolor told me ahead of time that he was cancelling today, but where the heck is Kawasaki?"

DMK put on his headband, "Probably making another atrocity of nature in the kitchen, let's start without him."

"Yeah okay, let's do… the store! I'll be the cashier."

"Alright, uhh…" DMK cleared his throat, "Hewwo, I would wike to buy some bwagles pwese. UwU."

"Dat will be twenty dowollars pwese," Flamberge informed him, ringing up an imaginary cash register.

"OwO! I down't hawe twenty dowollars! Is thewe anowther way I could pay you? owo?" he asked, leaning in close.

"oWo?" she inquired.

"I hawe a cwedit cawd, UwO," he said, producing the plastic rectangle with a wink.

"0w0!" Fwam- err Flamberge confirmed.

Francisca walked out of the fridge, "Okay, I need to go on a walk now. A very long walk. Jam-buh-bye everyone," she said as she headed for the door.

"Alright. Have fun, stay safe," Zan instructed, still trying to determine the specific room to target as she handled her spear ominously. Hyness, still completely engrossed in Flamberge's phone, waved slightly.

"Jwam-buh-bwye, Fwan! OwO!" Flamberge called as she waved.

Francisca left slightly faster.

Outside, a part of the hospital's walls were blown off from a powerful wing swat as a very large, white, spherical creature left the building.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Zan bellowed, unleashing her fully charged "electro eclair" attack.

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Adeleine ignored the loud explosion followed by a furious roar of pain in the distance, rather focusing on the mission at hand: To find Kawasaki and make him cook sixty-five hamburgers and a triple order of breadsticks. She had recruited the assistance of Kirby, whom just wanted to make the potato-man cook for him too, and Marx, who while in the mood for some of Kawasaki's infamous "temperature-of-the-surface-of-the-sun" curry, was also hoping to cause as much mayhem as physically possible.

Also Susie was there, following the group from a five meter distance because either Kirby or Marx, she didn't know which one, had eaten her cellphone. And she was going to stalk them until one of them coughed it up or they died. Also Magolor was there, he was following Susie, and was whining incessantly about how they were supposed to be on a date.

"Suuuuuue… Come OOOOOOOOOONNNNN… I had to cancel my weekly furry roleplay session today for this! And besides, you know these two, they're inde-fucking-structible! Can't we just smooch in an alleyway or something?"

Susie ignored him, continuing to glare at the trio ahead of them. Marx periodically glanced back at them with suspicion, as Taranza was also dating Magolor. Really though, a lot of people were dating Magolor: Taranza, Susie and nine different waddle dees. (Three of which had mysteriously vanished after a date with him, much to the chagrin his sentient houseboat, The Lor Starcutter.)

Maggie's polyamorous ways aside, Adeleine was now walking backwards to look at the two pursuers.

"Hey, you guys seen Kawasaki lately?!" she shouted to be heard from their five meter distance.

"Have you checked the furry groupchat?!" Magolor shouted back.

Adeleine pursed her lips, pulled out her phone and opened up a groupchat she had labeled as "commission farm."

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<Heey>

<Any of y'all seen Kawa?>

<I want sum bread fr right now>

<Hello.>

<This is H>

<Hyness using Flamberge's phone.>

<No.>

<Understandable, have a nice day.>

<Jamanke. You as well.>

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"Well that was a dry hole," she concluded, pocketing her phone and giving Magolor a shrug. Then turned back around, continuing her search.

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END OF CHAPTER 1

Here are all of the prompts from the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator used for this chapter in order:

Tac ………with a gun

Tac killed everyone

Sir Kibble's blood…is blood

Squashini ………with a gun

Poppy Bros. Sr is the villain

Mr. frosty likes pineapple on their pizza

Chef Kawasaki is a furry

Chef Kawasaki is a werewolf

Chef Kawasaki doesn't do their homework

Adeleine is a human

Vividria says frick

Chuchu is a dragon

Daroach secretly suffers from depression

Meta knight has (very inaccurately portrayed) schizophrenia

Dark Meta Knight is edgy

Shadow Dedede cries black tears

Dark Meta Knight is a furry

Zero is radioactive

Birdon is the result of a harmless creature getting radiation poisoning in a nuclear apocalypse

02 is the embodiment of death

Necrodeus is just some kid's fan character

Necrodeus says heck

Zero has a deadly disease and only has a short time to live

Hyness has said the F word before

Hyness enjoys playing every overrated horror game out there

Flamberge likes to listen to Linken Park

Flamberge is a furry

#Kirby #fanfiction #fanfic #crack fic #this actually probably isn't as edgy as advertized #adeleine #chef kawasaki #dark meta knight #zero two kirby #02 kirby #zan partizanne #hyness #flamberge #magolor #not gonna tag everyone #DO NOT reupload anywhere! I'll get to it myself EVENTUALLY

[willowworkswithwords]

For WIP Tuesday

Author's choice - either Steve receives love the way he gives it and doesn't know what to do with himself or Team Get Steve to Sleep and Eat

Both sound like mah boy getting taken care of and I'm here for it

(- steddie-there)

I'm gonna do Team Get Steve to Sleep and Eat because everyone else has been asking about the other one (thanks everyone!). Thank you for the ask Zan! @steddie-there

This is actually titled Any Time you Need a Friend, which i've post chaps 1-3 on ao3.

Steve was sleeping again. Robin trusted her gut, after everything. She trusted it, and it was telling her that Steve was not okay, not in the slightest. He was sleeping again, and she couldn’t help the spiraling thoughts. What if he was really really sick? Or he wasn’t sleeping unless he was with them, which as often as it was, wasn’t enough for him to be getting a healthy amount of sleep.

Any time you need a friend on ao3

my wips

#my fic #wip ask game #thanks Zan! #feel free to ask more about my wips!

[waloeders]

mfw i keep ending fights with zantetsuken :3

#jupiter.speaks #🎮.ff16 #> GARRGHH THIS GAME!!!!!!! #> its so fun i cant believe je.rma ruined (made) my year with it #> like yeah bg3 brought me back into dnd (+ to gorty) n i am so glad for it #> but this one. i forgot how much i fucking love high fantasy games i love the intricate plots i love the powers all of it !!!!!! #> its like heres some of the most heartbreakin stuff ever. anyway lvl 5 zan anybody? lvl5? lets go??? #> rip to benedikta btw. i still gotta fight garuda again (this is NG+ for context) but thats for tomoz #> wait what if. i couldnt decide on a tattoo right. what if zan tattoo ooooh. see i was thinkin odins eikon logo but zan would be cool too #> hmmn...or perhaps. mayhaps both...🙈🤭 #> nyway im. gonna try write some more kosmos fic i feel like i have a good grasp of early game now so hopefully🤞

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Obi-Wan groaned softly as he awoke, his head pounding, blinking open his eyes to a bright light directly over him. He tried to lift his hand to move it away, finding it stuck in place by something cold. His other hand was similarly bound, and as the world around him came back into sharper focus, he realised there was a mask over his lower face, a faint smell of chemicals and the machines around him were quietly beeping.

This is a lab.  

I need to get out.  

He’d only seen one Jedi subjected to experimentation in a lab, but it had taken Qui-Gon a long time to recover from Arbor and he wasn’t sure his Master ever fully recovered from the torment.

The Jedi tried to lift his head, only able to move it a little, caught by a plastic tube, but enough to see the restraints holding him down. Heavy, wide bands of durasteel around his wrists and ankles, tight against his skin, unyielding as he attempted to escape.

He drew on the Force to help when the quiet beeping turned into alarm and something sweet curled at his nose, making him feel dazed as someone moved into his line of sight.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure who they were, or even if they were human. Their eyes looked human, but that was all he could see above the mask they were wearing, the rest of their head covered by a surgical cap.

“You’re awake.”

The ginger raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was meant to respond to that. Of course he was awake.

“You’re not in any danger, General,” The person sounded cruel, even if their words seemed to be reassuring, their voice definitely feminine and strangely familiar, calling him the only title Cody had referred to him as since he was captured. “I will let you go. I need to perform some experiments on you and a non-Force test subject. They won’t hurt.”

“Non-Force test subject?” Obi-Wan asked, keeping his voice light, almost conversational despite the fear pooling in his stomach. They had someone else here. Someone else who’d go through the same thing that he would, but without the Force to help them.

“In good time. You’re not a particularly polite Jedi. The last one asked my name, although I’m sure he knew it.”

“The last one?”

“Qui-Gon Jinn.”

No. No, you’re in prison. You nearly killed him.  

“So, Jedi,” Arbor smiled behind her mask. “What’s your name? For my notes.”

She doesn’t recognise me.  

“Quinlan Vos,” Obi-Wan lied, hoping it wouldn’t be found out. He couldn’t tell her his name. He knew what would happen. “What non-Force test subject?”

#Whumptober2022 #No.23 #Tied to a table #Star Wars: Clone Wars #fic #Character death #It's temporary but yes they die #Angst #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Cody #Jenna Zan Arbor

[autistic-council-spectre]

emerging from my mental eels den bc i had a mass effect themed dream and now im trying to get down The Voices of ori and murder uncle

#barking #its bc im writing the zan murder uncle meeting fic #I'm tryin to get across the. Proper Vibes #like vissy is ANXIOUS hes nervous he's climbing the walls but also being dramatic. bc mood #vs ori who is Supportive but also teasing? like. 'imagine being a hitman and being on a list an being nervous about meeting a baby' #vissy: can't a man catastrophize in PEACE #ori: yes if he wants to be called a baby

[mathmusic8]

Found one for my RepComm friends who like slice-of-life/cottage core

#fic rec #star wars #republic commando #slice of life #jilka zan zentis

[steddie-there]

WIP Wednesday

Well, 21 days later I'm finally doing the WIP Wednesday @afewproblems tagged me in 😅 (if you wanna know why it took me so long, i put my whining at the bottom 😅)

Thank you so much for the tag, my friend!

So this is the entirety of chapter 3 from my Steddie longfic I'd Fall For You Twice, which I've been working on since, I think, January (although I took a break for the end of the school year because it's always draining). Also, this part is very clearly part of my "Erica is the favorite nugget" agenda 😅

It only takes a couple of hours, but Steve chafes at the delay. In the end, all they can really do for him is properly stitch and bandage his multitude of cuts, bites, and scrapes, give him an IV of fluids and antibiotics, and make sure he eats something. He refuses to be admitted as adamantly as he refuses pain meds, too worried about Max and Eddie to sit drowsing in a hospital bed. So, clutching a paper with a prescription for more antibiotics, he heads back down the hall to room 193.

Max’s mom is already there, sitting hunched over at the bedside, her hand desperately clinging to her daughter’s much smaller one. She has her other arm around Lucas, tucking him close against her side. His head, too, is bowed, and his shoulders shake ever so slightly. In the corner, watching her brother and Max and Ms. Hargrove with anxious eyes, sits Erica. Steve can’t look at Max for too long, she’s so motionless and silent, her arms and legs in massive casts. And he doesn’t want to bother Max’s mom or Lucas, so he beelines to Erica, dropping to his knees next to her.

“Hey, kiddo. How are they?” he asks quietly.

She turns to him and she looks so lost and so very, very young that Steve just wants to wrap her up in a hug, keep her safe from everything that’s going wrong in the world. He forgets sometimes that Erica is the youngest of their little ragtag band, just barely into her middle school years, forgets that despite her sass and her facts, she’s still very much a little girl.

With a sniffle, she throws her arms around his neck and clings to him tightly. “Steve,” she whispers fiercely. “What took you so long?”

"I'm sorry," he whispers back, hugging her as she buries her face against his shoulder. "But I'm here now, whatever you need, okay, sweetheart?"

He feels her nod, but she doesn't move away just yet, her hold on his neck tightening like she's afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. The movement against the bandages on his neck stings a little, but he doesn't care, doesn't try to loosen her arms. Whatever she needs. Whatever any of them need.

After a moment, Erica sniffles again and pulls away, wiping at her eyes. He smiles gently. "Hey, there, kiddo," he says again.

She tries to smile back, but it's all wobbly and her lip trembles.

"Any updates?" he asks, trying to give her something to do, something to say.

She shakes her head. "Mm-mm. Just hoping she wakes up soon."

Steve nods his understanding. "And Lucas?"

Erica glances over at her brother and, as much as she usually denies it, Steve can see how much she loves him, how worried she is. "He's not great, either," she answers quietly. "He really cares about Max. I don't know what he'll do if she doesn't wake up." And a very un-Erica-like tone of fear and anxiety quivers in her voice.

Steve takes one of her hands to get her attention and she looks back at him. "Well, whatever happens, we're here for him, right? You and me. And Dustin and Robin. He's not alone," he tells her, giving her fingers a little squeeze, hoping she hears his unspoken message that she isn't alone, either.

She gives him the littlest half-smile. "Right." She pauses for a second, then asks, her eyes serious again, "How's Eddie?"

Steve tries not to show how worried he is when he answers, “Still sleeping, same as Max.” But he’s pretty sure Erica sees through him anyway. She’s good at seeing through bullshit.

“And how are you?” she asks, turning that perception on him, pulling her hand away to gesture at the bandages around his neck.

He gives her a wry smile. “Me? Oh, I’ll live. How are you doing?” he tries to deflect.

“I’ll live,” she echoes back at him and he’s happy to hear a bit of her normal sass in her voice, even if it’s at his expense. “But you look like you oughta sit down before you pass out.” She gives him a pointed look.

He holds up his hands mock-defensively. “Alright, alright, okay, I’m sitting, I’m sitting.” He settles cross-legged on the floor next to her chair. After a moment, she reaches for his hand again and he lets her hold it, her grasp so tight it almost hurts. But he doesn’t say anything and they both lapse into a worried silence.

***

Erica is asleep, curled against the chair, her hand still safely tucked in Steve's own, when a nurse steps into the room. Steve recognizes her as Eddie's nurse and he can feel his heart squeeze and threaten to plummet in his chest, he's so sure something has gone wrong. It must show on his face, how worried he is, because she holds up a placating hand and gives him an encouraging smile.

"There's nothing wrong," she says, for good measure, "Mr. Munson just asked me to come find you, let you know he'll be heading to work soon."

Steve feels the vice in his chest loosen a fraction and takes as deep a breath as he can manage. "Thank you," he tells her with a grateful smile. "If you can, let him know I'll be over there shortly?"

She nods before heading back out the door.

Steve looks down at Erica's sleeping face. Even asleep, her brow is furrowed and a frown pulls the corners of her mouth down. He’s again struck by just how young she is; how young they all are. His gaze drifts to Lucas who, like Erica, has succumbed to the exhaustion they’re all feeling and is slumped over on Max’s bed. Then to Max, to the four casts holding her limbs immobile, the neck brace keeping her head still. Even her face is motionless and it’s so incongruous with her normal impudence and spark.

Steve runs a hand over his eyes.

He never should have let her go through with the plan. She’s a child, not fucking bait and he just let it happen. You were supposed to be the responsible one, moron! You were supposed to take care of all of them! And now look - Max and Eddie both nearly dead and the others injured and -

He bites his lip, pinches the end of his nose. Shoves it back down. He can yell at himself later.

Gently, he extricates his hand from Erica’s, prays she doesn’t wake. She needs the rest. He peels his jacket off and lays it over her, then lets Ms. Hargrove know he’s going back to check on Eddie and what room he’ll be in. She gives him a tight smile and nods. Thanks him for being there for Max. He doesn’t say anything, just nods and retreats into the hallway.

Anyway, yeah, I like that part, it's one of my favorites that I’ve written.

Not gonna tag too many people, and the tags, as always, are no pressure. So if you're working on something and would like to share: @scoops-stevie @willowworkswithwords @steves-strapcollection @nitro502 @madaboutmunson @stevesbipanic @unclewaynemunson @henderdads

(And my whiny reason for taking three weeks to get to this: the last week of school was crazy and draining as always, but then these last two weeks of adjusting into summer break got insane, too - between taking care of my sister's dogs while she took two of her girls to London/Paris for two weeks, chauffeuring another niece to and from band or basketball, and yet more family visiting, I think today is the first real day I've had to breathe 😅 life always finds a way to impede me from doing one of the things I love most, which is responding to tags and tag games and wip stuff.)

#stranger things #steve harrington #erica sinclair #erica is steves favorite child and i will die on this hill #i'd fall for you twice #zan fic

[freaquin]

The organisation is tying up its loose ends and, well. That would be something Defoe is intimately familiar with.

『 Huntik Secrets and Seekers, Defoe/Grier, 3.3k words, mildest ever warning for some half hearted dream sequence violence 』

『 part of like salting a wound, original post date: 090322 』

#hey. i forgot to post this #i started writing again thanks to them #so this was a little like uh. shaking off the rust #huntik secrets and seekers #like salting a wound #grier zan sutos #pyotr defoe #grier #defoe #degrier #huntik #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #my fic #ok to rb

[zan-the-second]

“Command your old servant,

AP Mabini”

#web weaving #mabinaldo #i am once again sparing the masses and not maintagging<33 #I have so many thoughts about them #idk man something about tragic lovers makes my brain go brrrr #absolutely adore mon and epy's potrayal of them #worst break up in ph history #resisting the urge to caption this ‘kinandili at minahal ko pa naman’ #listen that quote just applies to everything about them okay? #it's the ‘pa naman’ sa dulo jusko ;-; #UGH SO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT THEM #might write a fic who knows #may my ancestors forgive me #heneral moon #kinandili't minahal #my hamilton phase but worse #zan's webs

[starmagnets]

Once more I offer thee doodled scenes from my fic. Plus two doodles that are kinda tangentially related.

First tangentially related one is something I reference a lot in the fic but is never shown and even the doodle is vague sorry about that lol

Second tangentially related one is a reference to a note I left on one of my fic’s chapters

#my art #my fic #fragments of faded memory #kirby series #magolor #taranza #susie haltmann #marx #adeleine #ribbon #flamberge #zan partizanne #francisca #hyness #oc: magialor

[dual-domination]

I'm curious for the Extras you promised for the Guardian UndercoverPolice/CriminalBar!AU (Idk how you named that AU), but while you don't post them, I'll disturb you again: Da Qing doesn't want to go home. He has a problem with Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei doing *things*. And he'll turn his problems into the whole Department's problems. Good lucky writing shit with the fat cat!

~~A perverted report~~

End of work. It was almost dinner time and everyone was preparing to leave the office. Everyone but the black cat, which jumped into the table, sitting there, curling his tail around his paws. Da Qing didn't want to go home.

Lin Jing: What’s wrong with you?

Da Qing: Everyday is a torture.

Zhu Hong: What are you talking about? 

Da Qing: Everyday they find a new way to torture me.

Guo Changcheng: How could it be? Can it be bad to live with Professor Shen…

Da Qing: Humans mating is disgusting.

At that declaration everyone joined around the table, around the cat.

Lin Jing: More than technically, they are not humans… 

Da Qing: Works in the same way.

Chu Shuzhi: Wait, you don’t want to go home because they fuck?

Da Qing: It’s what I said. They. Fuck. Every. Day. 

Zhu Hong: How does Chief Zhao manage to sit?...

Da Qing: Obvious.

Zhu Hong: This is not obvious. 

Wang Zheng: Da Qing, could you specify this? Is for researching purposes… *Wang Zhang was bringing a small notebook in her ghostly hands.*

Da Qing: Specify what?

Zhu Hong: How does Chief Zhao still can sit if they fuck everyday?

Da Qing: You’re poor at imagination. *The cat rolled his eyes.* They switch. 

Guo Changcheng: They do what?

Lin Jing: Switch, xiao Guo, means that sometimes the top is on the bottom and the bottom is on the top.

Da Qing: Disgusting. They can’t shut the fuck up. No. They just CAN’T. Why so noisy and loud? My cat ears are sensitive. 

Wang Zheng: Loud?

Da Qing: Usually only who’s in the bottom is loud like that, annoyingly loud, the neighborhood must listen to everything… 

Wang Zheng: So they switch and the bottom is always loud… *Wang Zheng was taking notes.*

Lin Jing: Can’t you just go to sleep in another room?

Da Qing: But I do sleep in another room. Do you think I’m crazy to sleep in the same room as them? NEVER. But does this work? NO. They’re loud and I can hear their dirty talking from wherever I am.

Zhu Hong: I can’t imagine the Ghost Slayer in a dirty talk.

Chu Shuzhi: Neither I. My mind refuses.

Da Qing: Oh, you have no idea. He’s the most perverted there. 

Wang Zheng: And what about Chief Zhao?

Da Qing: The most demanding. The shit I have to hear every night is killing me. I need a break. I can’t hear all that “oh, please, more, like that, you’re so…” I refuse to repeat.

Lin Jing: “You’re so WHAT?” You can’t gossip by the half!

Da Qing: I’m not gossiping, I’m complaining.

Chu Shuzhi: Sounds the same to me. So finish the sentence. *Chu pointed the finger to the cat as a menace, Da Qing couldn’t care less.*

Da Qing: No, that’s too much, shouldn’t hornyness have a limit?! My well-being is the limit!

Wang Zheng: If you don’t sleep in the same room, you don’t see anything… how sad… I mean…

Da Qing: Who said I don’t see anything? If they kept their hornyness in their bedroom, I could think about forgiving them, but NO, sometimes they start things on the couch and even in the kitchen! Once they didn't even see me sleeping in the middle of the cushions and started their thing, I woke up scared just to face them naked there! It’s absurd! 

Zhu Hong: Did you see them naked? I mean, obviously because you live with them, but… together?

Da Qing: It's not like they don’t take baths. 

Wang Zheng: Together?

Da Qing: That shit of a master I have says that why showering alone if he has a wife? Despite I don’t know if someone could be only a wife or only a husband… 

Wang Zheng: Maybe it is a matter of social posture.

Guo Changcheng: Which social posture? *Xiao Guo had personal interest in that point.*

Wang Zheng: The way they act in public and share private duties. 

Lin Jing: Professor Shen is clearly the wife in public…

Da Qing: Yeah, I got it now, it seems that he is the wife in those private duties as well… but not in bed. 

Chu Shuzhi: And yet, you’re not going to finish that sentence?

Da Qing lost a bit more of his almost nonexistent patience.

Da Qing: What’s the fun thing about being “big”? Does size matter that much?

Zhu Hong: Wait, who says about how big who is?!

Da Qing: Both. I never paid attention to check if they match, but the way they talk about this, it seems to be the case. I won’t investigate, I don’t have the guts. 

Wang Zheng: Matching sizes… *Wang Zheng kept taking notes.*

Da Qing: What is this “researching purposes” you said? This is fucking weird!

Zhu Hong: It’s girls’ business. 

Da Qing: Which girls’ business?

Lin Jing: They mean: fanfiction. 

Guo Changcheng: Do you write fanfiction about our department heads?!!

Zhu Hong: It’s a good hobby, Wang Zheng goes with the romantic part but is unable to write the smut. That's where I take part, I go with the smut.

Guo Changcheng: What’s a smut?

Chu Shuzhi: Porn. It’s the porn. Explicit sex scenes.

Lin Jing: Do you write smut fics with our official ship and don’t share the link with your friends?! *Lin Jing sounded the most offended he could, and yet, sounded so fake.*

Zhu Hong: I never knew you were into gay porn…

Lin Jing: It’s not gay if they’re not humans… 

Zhu Hong: It’s gay if they’re male and fuck each other. But if you want the link, I’m sending my and Wang Zheng’s shared account in Archive of Our Own right now to your e-mail. *Zhu Hong started working from her cellphone.* Yours and Lao Chu and…

Chu Shuzhi: Don’t you dare to send this to Changcheng!! 

Zhu Hong: Too late. Da Qing, you got the link too. 

Da Qing: Why would I want the fiction if I can’t even get rid of the live action??!! You’re all SO DISGUSTING! I’m damned!

Wang Zheng: Live action… *Wang Zheng was clearly dreaming awake.*

Zhu Hong: Da Qing has everything right in his paws and wastes it… Unless…

Da Qing: Unless what?

Zhu Hong: Say your price in fish, we’re willing to pay for your investigation and the detailed report. *The woman hit the table with both hands, as she was giving a very serious mission to the cat. Behind her, Wang Zheng agreed with a nod.*

Da Qing: No fish can make me look at that…

Lin Jing: For the sake of our girls’ business, I’ll put a bonus in fried fish if you take the mission.

Da Qing: This is getting interesting…

Wang Zheng: A little more detail and I’m ordering an extra box of fish for dinner right now. *With the phone in hands.*

Da Qing: Who would know everyone in this Department is a pervert…

Guo Changcheng: I’m not. I’m only an innocent reader trying to understand the concept of smut… *While the discussion was going on, xiao Guo had opened the link in his email in the moment he received it and was very focused on his screen.*

Chu Shuzhi: You already know it very well, drop this shit, I can’t believe you’re reading!! *An infuriating Chu tried to take off Guo’s cellphone, but failed when Guo held the device and turned his back to Chu, getting hugged instead of intercepted.*

Lin Jing: He already knows WHAT?!

Zhu Hong: Lin Jing, you couldn’t be that blind. Do you really believe that Lao Chu doesn’t want xiao Guo to read our ship in a smut fic because he’s too innocent to this? 

Sang Zan: He is… jealous. *The librarian showed up right behind Wang Zheng.*

Lin Jing: Sang Zan, were you here all the time?

Sang Zan: Supporting girls.

At that very moment, Zhao Yunlan's door opened, the chief coming outside, Shen Wei on his heels as usual.

Zhao Yunlan: Eh, everyone is still here? I didn't give any extra work, you guys can just go home.

Da Qing: I'm not going anywhere.

Zhao Yunlan: Why, fat cat?

Wang Zheng: Deputy Chief, if you want to go home, I can send that fish box to your house instead of ordering it to be delivered here…

Zhao Yunlan: Why this?

Lin Jing: We were thinking about ordering some dinner before going home, maybe.

Zhao Yunlan: That explains why the fat cat wants to stay…

Guo Changcheng: What about you, Chief Zhao, Professor Shen?

Shen Wei: We're going home this time, we still have some things to take care of. 

Zhao Yunlan: We have what…?

Shen Wei: "..." *Shen Wei kept his usual smile, but Zhao could read his eyes. And those eyes said wild things.*

Zhao Yunlan: Oh, okay, home then. 

The couple said goodbye to their team and left the office without any prolongation.

Zhu Hong: So… are you taking the mission or not?

Da Qing: If I don't throw up a hairball during the "investigation"... believe me, my price is high, even in fish. You saw them, they’re going to do unspeakable things…

Zhu Hong: But we need those things very well spoken and described in the mission report.

Da Qing: You will regret yourself by letting me put my price… if I don’t regret myself first for accepting nonsense missions from perverted humans… or whatever creatures you guys are…

…

One week later, the whole Department received an email notification for a new fic posted in Zhu Hong and Wang Zheng’s account. 

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei walked out of Zhao's office only to find the entire team completely focused on computers and cell phones, not even a breath was heard in the always noisy office. When everyone noticed the presence of the two and turned to look at them, they had the impression that something was not right. Some of them were blushing, others were trying not to laugh. Definitely something wasn't right.

Zhao was going to ask why everyone looked weird, but Shen Wei stopped him with a slight shake of his head.

…

Later that day, everyone joined around Da Qing again.

Zhu Hong: You haven’t asked about your payment yet, what’s wrong?

Da Qing: We should know… investigating the Ghost Slayer has consequences. 

Lin Jing: Did he find you?!

Da Qing: Of course, even with my feline methods…

Wang Zheng: So… how did you manage to finish the mission and do that long and detailed report?

Da Qing: Guess what? You girls have a very special reader… he told me to give you the best report I could and he wouldn’t say a word to that shit master of mine in exchange.

Chu Shuzhi: Wait, what? He’s a reader of the girls' fics?! Professor Shen, the Ghost Slayer, REALLY?!

Da Qing: I warned you all, he’s the most perverted there… but has anyone ever listened to my feline wisdom?

Zhu Hong: Wang Zheng… we better put twice the effort into the next chapter and on.

Wang Zheng: Finally I have my most exciting mission!

Da Qing: You got your disgusting stuff and I got no fish at all…

In his seat, a very worried Chu Shuzhi kept checking the girls’ AO3 account. He had a suspicion that he knew the other couple they had started to write about…

Chu Shuzhi: Hey, fat cat, careful with who you investigate, the fish can’t be the only thing you’re going to lose.

…

((Hey, this one was fun! Thank you! I love writing shit kjsjksjksjk And the Bar!AU fic will have two Extras if anyone send me more requests for that))

#weilan #guardian fanfic #guardian #zhenhun #zhen hun #zhen hun fanfic #da qing #zhao yunlan #shen wei #zhu hong #wang zheng #lin jing #chu shuzhi #guo changcheng #sang zan #special investigations unit #crack fic #hyde dual domination #chuguo

[eatingbatterys]

Izuku cause it's his day or whatever 🙄

#tried to mak him look a little older!! not by much maybe 3-4 years #this was also supposed to be a warm-up and then i didnt want to do anything else so hehe #also new zan fic so i am once again obsessed 😔 #izuku midoriya #bnha #mha #deku