Spencer feels you go limp in his arms, and the world stops.
Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. It stops—the way a heart stops when the electricity cuts out. One second there's noise, chaos, the distant echo of Morgan's voice barking orders through the comms. The next, there's nothing but the terrifying, suffocating stillness of your body going slack against his chest.
"No," he breathes. Then louder, sharper, a sound he doesn't recognize as his own voice: "No—no, stay with me. Stay with me."
He shakes you gently, then harder, his fingers finding your pulse point like a lifeline. It's there. Faint, thready, but there. He almost sobs with relief.
"Help!" His voice tears out of him, raw and desperate. "I need help in here! Now!"
He can hear boots pounding against concrete somewhere in the distance. Hotch's voice, calm and clipped, coordinating. But none of it matters. None of it reaches him. All that exists is the space between your heartbeats and the terrifying weight of your head against his shoulder.
He presses two fingers to the side of your neck again, counting. Always counting. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand—
Your pulse stutters.
"Spencer—" someone says. Morgan. Hand on his shoulder. But Spencer can't look away from your face. Too pale. Too still.
"She's crashing," he hears himself say, and his voice sounds hollow, clinical, like he's reading an autopsy report for a stranger. "Her pulse is weak and irregular. She's lost too much blood. She needs a hospital now or she's going to—"
He can't finish the sentence. The word die lodges in his throat like broken glass.
"Ambulance is two minutes out," Hotch says, and Spencer nods, numb, pulling you closer even though he knows he shouldn't move you, even though he knows he could make it worse.
He doesn't care. He'll take the risk. He'll take all the risks. He'll spend the rest of his life making deals with a god he doesn't believe in if it means you open your eyes again.
are we still writing? are we still reading? I only ask bc i finally looked at my wip drive and - boy howdy! it's a graveyard in there... so many abandoned wips and whatnot.
I know I have been MIA outside of reblogs as of late, but iffn you got a hankering for beef, drop a thot or a comment and let's see what kind of ruckus we can do.
An answer for @rebelfell from this post about WIPs that'll probably never get written who asked: 'Feelings denial, meet-cutes, fluffy & smutty times? What more could I ask for???? 🐶' (your ask initially disappeared when I tried to save a draft so I did it as a new post 🤷♀️)
From London With Love (working title)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!London-born reader who comes to Hawkins to support an ailing aunt
Premise: You're both early 20s. You're on a gap year after finishing uni with a degree in Biology & Dance or Creative Expressive Therapies with a focus on dance & movement (both genuine courses that I've actually considered). Eddie’s attending the community college part-time, doing odd jobs and dealing on the side, not really knowing what he wants to do with his life.
You first encounter Eddie at a semi-traditional annual camping event where all the kids and YA get together near Lover's Lake and you're chaperoning your two younger f!cousins. There's much glancing and who's that type questions from both sides, probably featuring stay away from him and you've got no chance dude type answers from either side. Eddie watches as you entertain the younger kids, maybe showing them English playground games that they've never heard of and choreographing a group routine to Footloose that you showcase in the afternoon (even the boys join in, Mike, Lucas and Dustin surprising you with air guitar at their improv bit, and Jeff shocks everyone by running in and jive dancing with you near the end, explaining afterwards that his aunt taught him and he loves it bc it keeps him fit and he gets to dance with beautiful women). You enjoy watching Eddie dicking around with the CC boys, heaving logs about and generally helping to set up the camp, although he seems oddly bristly with Jeff after the whole dance thing. You eventually get introduced and talk over whisky at the campfire (with much cute dialogue which I cannot reveal lest I use it somewhere else eventually). Other camping-related events include Eddie being up uncharacteristically early to make coffee in the communal cooking area and watching you struggle to back out of your tent ass-first clutching breakfast goods wearing an oversized cardigan and superhero nightshirt bc you didn't think anyone was there, Eddie watching-not-watching you in the lake (he's totally watching), him not being athletic in the least but jumping in to save a swimmer who's in trouble (or doing something else mildly heroic or helpful like figuring out how to get them out using a long branch and knowhow about pivots and levers or something), you having your wet, brightly-dyed hair braided by your cousins and it being voluminous and wavy and cute once dry the next day (massively nostalgic self-indulgent self-insertion? how very dare you…), Eddie playing guitar around the fire (+ CC jam w instruments and pots/tubs), and Eddie rescuing the three of you on the final night when there's a storm and your tent's damaged and you all sleep in his van, you snuggled against his side (he'd expected to go crash in one of the other guys’ tents, but one of your cousins crawls into his lap and dozes off so 🤷♂️)
Further chapters detail your integration into the community including, but not limited to:
Eddie finding you looking a bit lost outside Joyce's centrally-located diner and offering you a driving tour of Hawkins. He has various 'errands' to run, and you take in Lover's Lake (collecting from Rick's), The Hideout (he's getting his wages and tips, and oh my he plays there too??), Melvald's (plus playful arguments about snacks ofc), and you make him screech to a stop outside the florist/craft shop bc their window display is divine and you meet Claudia Henderson who loves that you love it and finds out you're currently looking for things to do and asks if you'd like to volunteer to help make displays
Eddie finding out your schedule and 'accidentally’ bumping into you as you walk your cousins to/from school (maybe he's on a skateboard, who knows?)
you volunteering at the animal shelter where your mum (an Illinois native & qualified veterinarian who moved away for love) helps out. You take Eddie there one day and he becomes the only person who's ever been tolerated by a huge grumpy Mastiff called Boots (bc that's what it sounds like when he barks) bc all he did at first was sit in with him and read him LOTR (and you reluctantly agree when the other nurses/volunteers remark that he looks damn fine doing it)
shenanigans where on a volunteer dog walk you & Eddie get covered in mud, maybe you get tangled in leads and fall over together and there's awkwardness and feelings™️ & you offer to clean Eddie’s clothes at your place, followed by him accidentally meeting your dad whilst wearing nothing but a fluffy pink bathrobe and you accidentally stumbling in on him changing and getting a view of his torso (swoon)
Eddie taking you to a rusting old abandoned playground where you sit on the swings and reveal personal details about your lives, including how Eddie used to live around there, there was a school etc but it was demolished and Al was a terrible father who never bothered to take Eddie to his new school, that's part of how he ended up with Wayne, etc. and now he just comes here to think and remember his mom
Eddie living with Wayne in an old farmhouse that belonged to his grandfather. Wayne gave up his trucking career to look after him while Al was nowhere to be seen/in jail. The farmland is fallow now and Wayne works at the plant, Eddie helps out with maintenance and now occupies the long sunroom down the side of the house that's home to Gareth's old drumkit, some well used bamboo solarium furniture and all of Eddie’s paraphernalia
another semi-traditional event of a ‘potato party’ at Eddie's where Freak’s family (farmers) provide the goods and everyone wraps them in foil and cooks them around a massive fire in Eddie’s backyard. You come to Eddie’s earlier in the day and you talk and compare music tastes and help him to prep for the party and end up dancing in the kitchen to one of Eddie’s mum’s favourite songs and you asks where he learned and he says she used to dance with him in their old home when Al wasn't round, featuring an almost-kiss before Freak’s truck honks in the driveway. Some kind of fire-based shenanigans, maybe Freak hurts himself and you help and have to spend some time with him, where it gets super late and you end up staying over and Eddie offers you his bed and sleeps on the shitty solarium couch and there's much yearning but nothing happens
another day at Eddie’s where there's a bit of angst bc you fuck about on Gareth’s kit and Gareth catches you, encourages you to sit on his lap so he can 'teach you properly', Eddie's gone to get beers or whatever and walks in on this, and his frustration with all the other guys' interactions with you boils over into arguments & heated discussions where you get pissed off at Eddie bc it was innocent/he doesn't own you/why should he be jealous anyway it's not like you're an item or anything (bc you're frustrated that he hasn't asked you out, but also bc you know it can't go anywhere anyway bc you're not here for long so you take it out on him) and you leave, and Eddie gets pissed off at Gareth for even touching you and G lights a fire under his ass by saying something like if you don't make a move/ask her out I will
another day shortly after Eddie takes Boots for a walk (bc Eddie’s either fostering or has adopted him by this point) and he runs off and Eddie calls you in a panic and you realise your argument was stupid and go to help, and you both end up soaked either bc it rains or Boots gets across a river on the property and you have to go get him & you fall in, featuring a sweet drying-off-the-dog and then getting warm/dry scene where Eddie dons a thin and holey fine-knit black sweater that shows off his tattoos & nipple ring and you wear one of his band hoodies and you cuddle in bed for warmth and you reconcile and then things get messy and heated and you share a spectacular and electric first kiss
you start properly hanging out and increasingly filthy episodes of smut ensue along the usual escalating lines, hand stuff, oral, etc, and you agree not to take things too far bc you're both in denial and trying to keep it low-key and not fall or get too involved bc of your supposed short term residence
at some point you have a meaningful and intense first time together and Eddie can barely contain himself because he's doing it with you and it's slow and spectacular and you can't deny feelings anymore bc of course
there's lots of van smut, and outdoor smut
and farmhouse smut after Eddie convinces you to dance for him when he catches you swaying to Black Magic Woman, you blow his mind and then it becomes a thing with each of you picking different songs
you end up staying longer (bc aunt is permanently disabled/dies, oh dear sad) and your cousins need the support. Mum sets up her own business as the new town vet bc there isn't one & you help with admin pt, dad can work anywhere bc remote, so you need another pt job and get work at Claudia's shop & also do dance tuition/evening classes at the school/community centre (which Eddie picks you up from and totally starts arriving earlier and earlier specifically to ogle watch you)
Eddie helps out at the animal shelter more and ends up getting a steady job doing something he loves because he impresses (for instance) the owner/patron or husband of the owner, like he fixes their vehicles & gets offered a job at a garage, or helps out with admin emergencies or fundraising and becomes the town's newest librarian bc he's unexpectedly organised when it comes to paperwork & literature, or he drives rescues and kit around and enjoys it so much he's convinced to start his own delivery service that everyone loves, bc someone just needed to give him a chance™️/see he wasn't his dad, etc.
Eddie makes a reluctant Wayne come with him to visit you at the store ('now what the hell do I need with a dried flower arrangement, son?') and introduces him to Claudia (bc I want to get these two together whenever I can)
your family adore Eddie despite the gossip/opinions about his family, and your dad cements it the first Christmas you spend in Hawkins by gifting Eddie a brand new fluffy bathrobe in 'a colour that better suits him' (to which it's revealed you've already added a metal band patch to the back)
by the next annual camping trip Eddie and you are a solid item and camp in his van. The cousins (one of whom is now crushing on Dustin) share with Erica & Max bc they're tight now, nobody's tents get blown away, and everyone lives happily ever after goddammit.
Reasons I'll never write this: I don't think it's interesting/original enough to make a strong story; it's a fantasy world I still revisit, and writing it might ruin it; I've had it in my head for 4 years and if it was gonna get written down I think it would have by now.
Thank you for this interesting and exciting prompt to share story ideas I love without the pressure and effort of having to create a full fic! 💗🙏💋
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Inspired by this post by @rebelfell - I was tagged by @mrsjellymunson. Thank youuu, I love rambling about fic ideas.
I wouldn’t call any of these abandoned - if you know me, you know there's always a chance for a random sequel to anything - but they don't have priority for me rn. I still have pretty firm ideas for most of these, so ask away!
Send me an emoji, and I'll drop some lore or plot beats for that universe.
Here is literally everything I have of this 😅 I don’t remember much of anything about what inspired this or even where I was going with it? I think I just wanted to practice writing coach!steve.
from the wip graveyard
Of course it was Robin who brought you.
She’d come home for some kind of family event—a wedding of some cousin or another nondescript relation Steve couldn’t remember. And you were tagging along because you knew the area, or just for fun. Whatever. It didn’t matter why you were here, it only mattered that you were.
He spotted her first, sitting up in the stands at his team’s semi-final game. She said she was coming straight from the airport, hoping to catch the end. He had only like 5% believed that it would actually happen, but there she was waving both arms over her head and then cupping her hands around her mouth to shout something at him from across the field that Steve couldn’t quite make out.
Maybe he would have had a better chance…if he wasn’t so distracted by you.
You were seated next to Robin, looking up at her and laughing with a smile that was nothing short of radiant. He couldn’t see your eyes behind your sunglasses, but he’d wager just about anything they would be his new favorite color.
Steve had always been like that, after all—fall first, ask questions later.
It’s what happened with Nancy, it’s what happened with Robin (ill-conceived as that turned out to be), it’s what happened with any number of girls he’d been out on any number of dates with. Locals who remembered him from his King Steve days and wanted to see if any part of that crown of his still gleamed; single moms with husbands who had gone and left them high and dry; a few teachers at the school who were stretched too thin and wanted to blow off some steam.
He couldn’t help but fall in love with anybody who seemed like they needed him. Adrift in the ocean, floating around just looking for a life raft.
It was the same reason every summer at least one girl used to fake drowning at the lake whenever they saw that Steve was there.
They knew as well as he did: he loved to play hero.
A loud CRACK fills the air as Bobby Baker gets his bat to connect with a fastball. Steve’s head snaps to it as it flies through the air, sailing over the top of the fence and sending their two runners on base home. He snatches his hat off his head, waving it in a circle as they pass by him.
“Nice work, Bobby! Good hustle!”
He shouts and claps his hands together as Bobby jogs by, his little feet kicking up clouds of reddish brown dust. The whole crowd is up on their feet, you included, and your shades finally go up so Steve can see your eyes for the first time.
Hiiii Ellie ☺️💕!! 6 for the WIP Graveyard, please!
angels hiii!!! 💕 I've missed you I hope you're doing well!!
For you I'll drop the wip I had planned for my 2024 12 fics leading up to the holidays way back when lol this is the only bucktommy wip I still have I think, I ended up scrapping this and posting a different fic altogether haha
This one would take place in post-canon after part 1 of season 8 I think?? just after the breakup. Buck decides to drop off the christmas gift he had for tommy at his house :) snippet below the cut!
When they’d first broken up, Buck assumed that Tommy had told his coworkers all about it, the way he'd done. He’d cut off all of Tommy’s friends the way he’d gone cold turkey with Tommy, and he had a feeling they didn't see him in such a kind light after that. So, when he got a text a few weeks later, it had startled him into a racing heartbeat to see George’s name on his phone.
His stomach dropped when Geoge explained he’d just been making sure that Buck knew his address for the annual holiday party. Dropped further when Buck realized he had to be the one to inform him that he probably wasn’t going to make it given the current state of things. Turned out Tommy hadn’t told any of them why Buck suddenly stopped going to Harbor, why he’d gone so quiet out of the blue. It sucked. He was still a little miffed at Tommy for making him do that.
Regardless, it helped to have ties to Harbor still for moments like this: dropping ill-advised gifts at his ex’s house.
He gathers up his things and starts the drive. It usually takes about thirty minutes to get to Tommy’s house, but it's late, so traffic is light tonight. And he winds up pulling onto Tommy’s street not twenty minutes later.
He slows when he gets into the neighborhood.
He’s always loved the street Tommy lives on. In another life, maybe Tommy would have been the one to ask Buck to move in.
God knows he would’ve said yes in a heartbeat.
There are Christmas lights up on most of the houses on the lane. It’s quiet, and the glow from the bulbs lining rooftops makes everything a little hazy. It’s pretty, and it’s somber in the way that December can be.
There are no lights on Tommy’s house.
He pulls into the driveway and parks, not bothering to turn the car off, this will just be a second. Making his way to the front door, he eyes the doormat, slightly askew. He reaches down to fix it and sets the gift right on top.
Wait, is that a weird spot for it?
Maybe he’ll see it and get suspicious. Buck's mind drifts back to mysterious packages placed by front doors and decides... yeah. The mail might be better, if it’ll fit.
He jogs down to the mailbox, tries stuffing it in and nearly rips the paper in the process.
Front porch it is.
At least if Tommy thinks it’s weird George will have Buck’s back, be able to tell him to open it. Buck stands there looking down at it for a moment. It feels wrong. The gift belongs at his apartment, under his tree. Tommy should unwrap it there, after they’ve had dinner and wine and before they go upstairs to fuck.
Leaving it there instead feels like giving up, like he’s throwing away the last tie that he has to Tommy, because even though he’s still got a few T-shirts at his place, Tommy hasn’t asked for those back and he won’t. Is this the last time he’s going to be at his place? His last drive down the lit-up street?
Buck takes a physical step back, needing to put distance between himself and the house.
Before he does something stupid, he jumps back into his car, buckles, and starts the drive home.
He zones out the whole way, thinking of all the ‘lasts’ that he didn’t realize were lasts. When he gets home he’s finally too exhausted from thinking to do anything but fall to his bed and close his eyes.
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The morning fades in sharply. There’s knocking at his door and he’s peeved until he checks his phone to see it’s 10 AM. He doesn’t usually sleep that late, but late-night drives and covert gifting missions lend themselves to oversleeping. He tumbles out of bed and trudges down the stairs, tossing on a sweatshirt as he goes.
He’s covering a yawn when he whips the door open, and it takes him a moment to process the man in front of him.
“Tommy?”
“What is this?” Tommy asks. He’s holding out the box Buck left him, unwrapped and opened. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all.
“What do you mean?” Buck plays dumb. “I don’t know.”
“I know you left it at my house, Buck, I have a Ring doorbell.”
Fuck.
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the end!
I scrapped this because I wasn't quite sure where to take it hahah but it was fun to write and fun to look back on!! Thank you angels!
