MeekLittle_Guy
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3 times Mushnik cares for Seymour but doesn’t let him know + 1 time he does.
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Seymour is… interesting.
Mushnik’s only had him for a few months now, but he’s somehow managed to be both a boon and a curse for the flower shop. He’s young, cute and he’s got a green thumb bigger than the rest of him, but unfortunately that thumb, while helpful when caring for plants, is not very helpful when it comes to caring for pots. He’s managed to break nearly 20 in the time he’s been here and the cost is starting to add up.
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Crash Kerplunk? by MeekLittle_Guy
Fandoms: Little Shop of Horrors - Menken/Ashman, Little Shop of Horrors (1986)
17 Nov 2025
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It started, as a less than average amount of events do, with half a loaf of moldy bread.
Every afternoon, Seymour ate the same plain sandwich with the same canned tuna and the same white bread. He’d half a mind to be worried about his nutrition—the concept of crop rotations should probably apply to people too—if not for the fact that Mr. Mushnik had been doing the same for as long as Seymour knew him, and he was as healthy as a rather stationary old man could be.
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Seymour has a breakdown after a long day. Thankfully, Audrey is there to help.
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Logically he knows he’s safe, but he can’t stop panting. He’d already lost the blanket that he went to sleep with to Charlie, but he’s laying on his back on the mattress and he feels like he’s being suffocated, goddammit, and he can’t breathe—
This time, June and Charlie move in tandem, all three of them well versed in helping each other regulate their breathing at this point. Charlie, movements still clumsy with sleep, drapes himself over Bosco so he’s practically flattening him, while June places her hand over his heart. They breathe together as June murmurs gently, “Inhale, one, two, three, four,” continuing through the counts for hold, exhale, and pause. Moment by moment, Bosco’s breathing slows, still trying to drag enough air in his lungs. He shifts slightly so he’s propped up against their headboard, Charlie still snuggled against his side while June sits crosslegged facing them.
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01 Jan 2026
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He only gets out when his lips are purple and his teeth click together in a morbid staccato, leaving the pink water to swirl down the drain, tinting the white porcelain with its hue. When he looks in the mirror, he notes with a vacant, empty surprise that even despite the travesty that is his battle wounds, he looks somewhat cleansed. Somewhat like before, despite the feeling of blood still rising in his throat.
Steve is fine. Steve is perfectly fine.
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- Part 1 of when there's no one even there
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27 Dec 2025
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Our subject isn't cool, but he fakes it anyway by iubilaeum
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
03 Sep 2025
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“What do you mean what happened?”
“I just…” Jonathan’s eyes flicked up past Steve at the sound of the backdoor creaking open. “Mom.”
Steve turned to see Mrs. Byers’ in the doorway with a glass of water and a bottle of something. Probably the painkillers she’d promised. She gave him a matching look of concern and confusion, although she was quicker to conceal it.
He started to feel hot and embarrassed with the reaction he was getting. It hadn’t been meant to slow anything down, let alone draw everyone’s eyes to his bare chest. He leaned down to grab his soaking wet shirt off the back steps, although it was really just an excuse to look down and away from everyone’s gazes.
Mrs. Byers’ put out a hand as if to tap him on the shoulder and then drew it back like she was worried about hurting him.
“Steve, honey, you can borrow one of Jonathan’s shirts."
Based on the prompt: "I love the idea of a whumpee having a wardrobe malfunction that leads to a past injury/torture reveal." by @writingpheonix on tumblr!
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26 Dec 2025
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“Oh, what now?” Dustin snaps, and Steve can just hear the eye-roll. He pointedly does not see it, because if he looks at the kid’s face with its fucking split lip and black eye, he’s just going to get pissed all over again, and that hasn’t exactly been helping with anything so far.
Steve grits his teeth, continues to stare at the ground as they walk, pretending it’s to make sure he doesn’t trip. “Nothing, we’re good.”
“Right,” Dustin says, so dryly that Steve wonders if he’ll ever hear any other tone besides that and anger from him. “We’re so good you won’t even look at me.”
Something snaps in Steve’s gut, that red-hot rage that’s been sitting there since Dustin showed up hours ago looking like a punching bag. “Oh, I’m surprised you care,” he said. “You’ve made it pretty clear you don’t give a shit about what I have to say.”
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26 Dec 2025
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Steve is plagued with nightmares following the Vecna fight, but it's fine. Nobody needs to know about it. They have their own stuff to deal with.
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“Steve?” Someone asks, but he doesn’t know who. The lights are too bright and the air smells like antiseptic and he just needs a second—“Steve.”
“I’m fine,” he says reflexively.
There’s an incredulous scoff that Steve instantly recognizes as belonging to Nancy. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.” Footsteps—more than one pair—are following after him. Steve doesn’t stop, his gaze zeroed in on the elevator.
“You’re forgiven,” he snaps.
“Steve,” Nancy says, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop. “When was the last time you slept?”
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26 Dec 2025