#hc snippet

[commanderbuffy]

Heart’s Canyon: Chapter *redacted* Snippet

Jade curls up in the plush chair, but despite the backlight built into her Kindle, she isn’t reading. She keeps her eyes trained just above the device. Looking into the kitchen at her girls…at her daughter and her ex. Her friend.

Kit pushes the bag of sugar across the counter that Pia is almost completely on top of, sock-clad feet just barely brushing the top of the stool.

As the sun sets, Kit is lit in a fading orange glow and the lantern flashlights illuminate Pia’s hair in a way that makes it look comically orange in those perfectly crafted braids.

Kit helps Pia level out the cup of sugar and dumps it into the mixing bowl before sliding the flour across the counter.

Jade tries not to think about the fact that it isn’t just breakfast for dinner. It might be for Pia, but not for Kit. It never was for Kit.

Kit’s dad had promised to teach Kit how to cook. It was supposed to be every Sunday, something to give Kit something to do, to keep her from going crazy antsy.

She hadn’t had friends to burn energy off with. Not in middle school. Not before they met.

But that first lesson, making pancakes had been the last. Pancakes. The only meal Kit ever learned to make. Her happiest meal. When they were together, Kit would often tell Jade that she felt closest to her dad making pancakes.

Pia lets out a loud giggle as Kit flicks a bit of flour on her face.

“It’s a critical step to pancake making,” the woman deadpans. “You gotta get a bit messy.”

Taking that as a challenge, Pia takes a large pinch of flour and flicks it back at Kit in return.

Jade tries, and fails, to control her own laugh. Across the room, Kit’s eyes dart up to meet hers, as if she’d forgotten that Jade was in the room with them. She offers Jade a soft smile. And…fuck.

[thundersarts]

Hands slip up from Regulus' waist to his shoulders, to the back of his neck, diving in the grown curls at his nape before sliding to cup his cheeks. James does it so reverently. Not like he's holding something fragile, or fickle. Regulus always hated being perceived like that– like something that needs protection, needs to be saved, that needs care and to be coddled. He's never even said out loud, but, somehow, James knows.

James doesn't do any of that. No. James holds him like he's precious.

James likes to care for what and who he holds close to his heart. He likes to protect it, and surely likes to pamper, to help, to care. But none of that is out of necessity, nor responsibility. James holds him simply because he wants to.

He looked at Regulus and thought, I like that. I'll cherish it.

[cherryapplefish]

Summer Thoughts

Caleb x Reader

Rated: E for everyone

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: yah you call Caleb ge/gege in here. no, it's honorifics because your character starts off as 8! view this in the way you guys read about girls calling older guys "oppa" please. it's not meant to be anything more than that. caleb and mc are written as children here half the time. hope this helps.

You never actually learn how to ride a bike. 

And you don’t figure this out till you’re 13. 

At this point in your life, you’ve only gone bike riding with Caleb. He was the one who taught you so of course he’s the one who takes you.

“Why do you need to learn,” he asks, brows furrowing together half in confusion and half in annoyance. You huff and stomp your foot. You’re eight and all the other kids in the neighborhood know how to ride a bike but you’re still sitting on the back of Caleb’s. 

“You can just ride with me. I’ll take you wherever you need to go,” he continues. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you try to seem serious. Like a grown up. 

Caleb just stifles a laugh as he tries not to look away but you can see the mirth sparkling in his eyes and it makes you want to reach out and smack him for being so mean to you. You want to be taken seriously and: 

“The other kids left me because they didn’t have a seat for me and I didn’t know how to take yours. Teach me, gege.”

You whine, switching up tactics and latching your arms around his in an attempt to act cute. Caleb usually always gives in if you’re cute enough and when he doesn’t react, you press your cheek to his arm, squirming against him like the child you are. 

“Please. Please. Please.” 

Caleb sighs before a soft smile spreads across his face. He reaches out, fingers ruffling your hair before agreeing. 

That had been then. 

Now, you’re thirteen and stomping back inside with scraped knees and tears tracking down your cheeks. You purse your lips to keep them from quivering and head straight for Caleb. 

He pokes his head out of the kitchen when he hears the door slam and alert him of your presence, his eyes bright. 

“Hey pipsqueak- woah, what happened to you,” he says, setting down the wooden spoon he’d been using to stir the pot of braised pork he’d been making for dinner. He can see the way your cheek is redder on one side compared to the other and immediately makes his way over to you. 

You meet him halfway there and before he can get another word out, you sock him in the arm. You barely leave a mark but Caleb hisses in surprise, rubbing the spot. 

“Hey! What was that for? What happened,” he asks. There’s concern in his gaze as he reaches out to pull a leaf out of your hair. It’s clear you’ve taken a pretty bad tumble and for some reason, it’s his fault. 

“You’ve been using your evol on me when we ride bikes haven’t you,” you ask and he freezes. You can see the guilt flash across his face before he schools it into a practiced smile. The jerk! That was confession enough! 

“You caught me,” he answers, a cheeky grin on his face. He anticipates your movements before you do, fingers wrapping around your wrist that threaten to punch him once more. His grip is tight but not bruising and you huff as you try to pull away but he doesn’t let go and so instead you try the other one. 

Caleb knows you inside and out so he stops that arm too and now, the both of you are standing in the middle of the living room. You, huffing with anger and embarrassment, and Caleb, guiltily smiling with both of your hands in his. 

“Caleb! Do you know how embarrassing it was? I fell. As soon as I got on and tried to push, I fell because you didn’t bother to teach me properly,” you argue and you see the guilty look on Caleb’s face before he pulls you into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, patting the back of your head. 

“Aw, I’m sorry pips,” he says but you can tell he’s trying not to laugh. “I just got scared every time I saw you leaning to one side so I used my evol. I didn’t think you actually couldn’t ride a bike without my help.” 

It’s a half truth, he thinks as he bites back a laugh when you begin to hit his back. It’s fine. He’ll let you get out all your anger as long as you rely on him for help. 

“It was so embarrassing, ge,” you complain before slowly you fist your fingers into his shirt. “I scraped my knees and fell on my face. It hurt a lot.” 

Caleb knows. He’d seen it all when you came in and pursing his lips together, he pulls back to examine you properly. Normally, he’d cup your face and get a good look but he doesn’t want to risk hurting you more than you already feel. 

With a soft sigh, he strokes your cheek. 

“I’m sorry pipsqueak. I really am. I’ll make it up to you and actually teach you how to ride a bike okay?” 

You look away when he pulls back, fingers still fisted in his shirt but you nod anyways. 

As long as he actually taught you. 

-

Caleb is a liar. 

He still never actually taught you how to ride a bike and now, you’re 22 and staring Caleb down as he pats the backseat of his bike with a grin. 

“Jump on, pips,” he tells you and you cross your arms, huffing as you turn your nose up. 

You think back to thirteen and scraped knees and immediately get mad at him. 

“Don’t wanna,” you argue and Caleb laughs. You’re tugged in by nothing but you’ve been around Caleb long enough now that you know he’s using his evol to pull you closer. You don’t even yelp as you’re lifted onto the seat but you do look away as you cross your legs. 

It has Caleb laughing even more. He took pleasure in watching you be an absolute brat. 

“You’re not still mad I never taught you how to ride a bike are you,” he asks and there’s that same sparkle in his eyes from all those years ago. 

After he had promised, he had made excuses. 

He was too busy to teach you. He was too tired to go outside and they could build models instead. He would just take you on the back of his to save time. 

It’d been excuse after excuse and before you knew it, Caleb had gone off to Skyhaven for college and you still hadn’t learned how to ride a bike. 

Could you have learned on your own? Yes but…but it was scary when you didn’t have Caleb around to catch you. And so you’d never learned. 

Now, that unfulfilled promise comes back to mind when Caleb suggests a bike ride along the river. 

When you huff in response, his grin widens. 

“I’ll teach you next time,” he promises and you glare at him and he loves it because at least your gaze is back on him once more. 

“You said that last time!” 

“I mean it this time,” he replies, his grin wide and full of delight. You have to look away in case you melt and agree like you always do. 

He leans over then, one arm wrapped around your waist to steady you as he presses a kiss to your temple. 

“Promise,” he whispers softly into your skin. 

You smack him away, a complaint on the tip of your tongue but you hold back and instead, your fingers curl into his shirt. 

“Just pedal,” you grumble, forcing him to face forward as you press a burning cheek to his back. Your eyes glance over the glimmering river as the last of the sun's rays sparkle across it but you’re too focused on how warm Caleb’s back feels, the sound of his laughter vibrating in his chest. 

You press closer, hold him tighter just as he had wanted, and inhale. 

Somehow, even after all these years, Caleb still smells like home. 

i don't know how to ride a bike and if caleb were real, this is exactly how i imagine caleb would react lmaooo

"You don't need to learn. Just ride with me."

excuses because he wants you to hug his waist hahahahah

[leynaeithnea]

Random Diomedes and Aeneas reuinite in Italy snippet

"Have you come to burn this city down as well? Spear the men, drag the women to your beds? Come to finially finish your job at killing me?"

The trojans hands lay slack at his side. His sword untouched, despite his words.

"What are you waiting for, sacker of cities? Mocking me?"

Diomedes looked at his enemy of troy and sighed. There was a familiar exhaustion in those dark eyes. Misery and guilt had carved their place into his noble features. Dark rings around his eyes serving only to let the spark in them stand out. Diomedes took a step forward and reached out to grasp the mans hand, holding it tight as he took a step back on instinct. As he cast his eyes to the ground, Diomedes knelt slowly.

"I have no army or desire to conquer your city, Aeneas."

"I should kill you"

"Will you?"

"....you stole my horses"

"I didn't bring them"

"A week Ill host you and then I'll remember the pain you caused me"

"That seems only fair"

[gcat01]

Harry and Jean are at their desks discussing a case. Both are reading files while they talk. Jean looks up to see Harry absently reaching for his coffee mug but missing because he is too interested in the file to bother looking.

Jean, almost reflexively, reaches across their desks and scoots the mug four centimeters to the right so Harry's hand finds the handle.

[peachsayshi]

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni  ➳  tags: angsty; hurt/comfort; mentions of riko’s death; girl dad suguru; trauma

I have this hc that suguru is a bit sensitive about being a father to his daughters, but it definitely has to with the trauma of riko’s death. 

this girl, who he only knew for three days, lingers around him like a ghost. she stands over his shoulder when he first sees Mimiko and Nanako trapped in the cage and whispers in his ear to “take them home”. 

she stands over his shoulder when he holds his newborn daughter in his arms, and reminds him to “take her to places, and let her see everything” 

sometimes you’ll notice his emotional reactions - like how his eyes brim with tears when his daughters tell him that they love him, or the way his voice breaks whenever he sees them overcome with immense joy. but he holds it all in, keeps everything bottled up because he’s too afraid to release the dam and allow these feelings to drown him out. 

however, on one particular father’s day, he finds himself overwhelmed beyond reasoning. maybe it was seeing the multiple hand crafted gifts the twins made him, each girl parceling him present after present like they are trying to return his love tenfold. maybe it was the act of his three year old daughter feeding him pieces of the cupcakes that “she made” together with you, in the same way that suguru mindlessly offers her tidbits of fruit at the dinner table.

he’s finds himself sitting on his bed afterwards, taking in all the love, but he can feel riko by his side. time moves forward but she always stays the same, frozen in her youth. she leans her cheek onto his shoulder and sighs with content as she whispers that “this is how it should be”. 

for whatever reason he feels like his immense love for his girls is also the atonement for the one he couldn’t save. 

so when you step out of the shower, you’re a little taken aback to find him staring blankly at the floor but are even more surprised when you notice tears streaming down his pretty face. 

it’s so rare for him to let go - so, you sit by his side while cradling his cheeks in your palm as you face him towards you. you swipe away the tears and peck against the trail while asking with concern if he’s alright, if he’s upset about anything...

he just reaches for your wrists, his forehead kissing yours as he allows himself to be tenderly held between his past and present. there is so much that he represses, plenty of things that toils around that beautifully vast mind of his. it would take more than these few minutes for him to completely unravel before you, but he deeply cherishes your patience with him. 

“I just...” he starts to say, but decides to stick to the most basic answer he can find. “I just don’t realize how much they love me” 

“it’s immeasurable,” you coo with a smile, leaving a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth, “you’re an amazing father, suguru. you would give them the world in the palm of their hands if you could...” 

“I’m trying my best,” he exhales with a tiny sniffle but the front of his brows knit together in slight agony, with his memory flashing to when he held out his hand to Riko and tried offering her the very same thing. 

[setmeatopthepyre]

Family

[@118dailydrabble day 2] [part of my tommy begins snippets]

When the 9-1-1 operator asks him for his location and emergency, Tommy almost gives her his call sign first.

Being back has been... an adjustment.

He catches himself, tells her, “There's been an accident on 6th street bridge. Two cars.” Tries to make out shapes in the dark. “There's- there's a whole family in one.”

Realizes she's asking him something as he pries the driver's side door open. “What?”

Her voice gentles. “Your name?”

“Tommy.”

“Alright, Tommy. I'm Abby. Help is on the way. Were you in the accident?”

“No, I-” Can't begin to explain. “No, I just saw it happen. Abby?”

“Yes?”

“I don't think the driver's breathing.”

“Ok, Tommy. I'm going to talk you through this.”

[jellyjamheadart]

Sugarglass oc headcanons since the new update came out

Pavlova Cookie and Sugarglass are besties. Imagine mean girl (pavlova) and the sidekick who just goes along with everything (Sugarglass) lol, except it’s more like Sugarglass just couldn’t care less what was happening around them, hearing Pavlova talking about their next big trick for some unsuspecting lovers and just going “yeah, good luck with that Pav -w- ”. Will call pavlova out on things (unintentionally) in front of others / Eternal Sugar

oh!! Also!!! Since Sugarglass doesn’t have any wings of any sort they float around on a pink cloud (made of cotton candy). They couldn’t be bothered to get around on foot *all* the time, they’re too eepy for that

and I’m thinking of their special move for if they were in the actual game. “Mud Bath” maybe? What starts as a relaxing warm muddy puddle around the opposing team, quickly turns to an inescapable, steaming quicksand like pool that swallows at them. Greatly lowers speed, and deals extra water damage. Maybe also stuns them? Because of the relaxation and heat making them woozy?? Idk. If paired with either Pavlova or Eternal Sugar their attack speed and buffs greatly increase, motivated by the need to protect their loved ones

Sugarglass is an Ambush cookie, their usual move(s) being their long frog tongue to attack opposing cookies. Also floats on their cotton candy cloud when on the move, but will stand when attacking. Also their soft/silly/airheaded demeanor is easy to make enemies overlook them, but if the opponent were to attack or even THREATEN Their Sweetness (what they address Eternal Sugar as), they’re as good as gone. Potentially a meal. After all, this frog has a big appetite

on a sillier hc note, if Sugarglass and Poison Mushroom cookie were to know each other they’d be weed buddies lmao

I wanna add them in here too

[felinesindolence]

That Cardiologist of Love and Deep Space core (to me...)

[muffinsin]

I always think including people in the posting progress are fun, therefore...

Next post will be accompanied by a second, that either being a surprise post (non-RE fandom), a next ferocity entry, or the next Smoke And Mirrors chapter

[the second option will be one of the upcoming posts regardless due to having been in my inbox for so long- so sorry for the long wait, anon!]

[commanderbuffy]

Heart's Canyon - ch. 8 snippet

Kit pauses then and takes a step back from Jade, shaking her head. The tile beneath her feet is cold, as is the air that whistles through the gap in the window. It prickles her bare skin and raises the flesh into a million goosebumps. She folds her arms across her exposed breasts.

Kit is thinking with precise clarity.

It isn’t all her fault. It isn’t all her fault. Kit has spent nearly seven years blaming herself for ruining the one good thing that ever happened to her. She’s spent nearly seven years blaming herself for throwing eight years of happiness down the drain.

But she didn’t. Those years exist and no tattoo removal or cover-up can change that, just like there’s no changing the fact that those six years apart happened. They didn’t have to though. They didn’t have to spend six years without each other.

And it isn’t all Kit’s fault. It isn’t her fault, and she cannot live on the tightrope of fear that Jade has cast in front of her. Because if she does, she’s bound to fall.

“It’s your fault too,” Kit says, meekly, softly, but finally using her voice. She keeps her gaze down on the ground, focused on the creases between her toes. She waits for the fall. She waits for rejection. Kit takes in a shattered breath when Jade doesn’t respond, steels herself and says again, louder, “It’s your fault too. I fucked up first but you fucked up too.”

Arms still wrapped around her naked body, she forces her head up, and looks directly at Jade. Jade who wears a mask of an expression, refusing to let Kit in. Be brave. Kit licks her lips, her eyes steady on Jade as she says, “You didn’t fight for me.”

[joejhang]

i feel that, as a fandom, we are so deprived of kevneil content.

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

"Erestor!"

The call came… oddly pronounced, which was perhaps what made Erestor turn towards the noisy hall. He tended to avoid the Hall of Fire on evenings such as this, when the brisk air called for the inhabitants of the valley to gather around the fires, keeping warm and making merry.

He was not necessarily surprised to find Glorfindel with the usual group of Elves: Lindir, Elladan, Elrohir, Galadir from the guard, among others. Lindir, often the leader when it came to mischief, waved and smiled his innocent smile at Erestor—which, of course, had Erestor instantly suspicious.

"Erestor, you have to help me,” implored Glorfindel, stretching his arms as Erestor neared their table. As though the slight slur in his words wasn't a clue, there was also a telling flush on his cheeks where it caught the light. “I am being made fun of and I do not care for it!”

Erestor stopped to stand on Glorfindel's side of the benches, though he pointedly stayed out of reach of those—just what is Glorfindel doing?

“Hands off the robe, Glorfindel,” he admonished, swatting at the hands reaching for his robes. “What is this that you are complaining about this time?”

“These terrible trolls! Sorry excuse for friends!” Glorfindel made a clumsy kind of wave at the Elves around him, who only snickered amongst themselves. “They have been teasing me all evening!”

“To be fair, Master Erestor,” said Elladan, “we do that most evenings.”

“As I thought,” said Erestor, looking back down at Glorfindel, “which is why I am wondering what could be so terrible this time."

If possible, the flush on Glorfindel's cheeks grew higher as he declared, affronted: “They said I will never marry!"

The laughter from the other Elves was on cue. It was just as well that they were all distracted, for Erestor did not join in on their amusement, and instead had grown quite still.

It took a moment for him to respond, and when did, it was a careful: "I did not know you wanted to marry.”

"Well, I do!”

Another moment, then a quieter, "I see."

"But they said!” Glorfindel cried again, oblivious to the racing thoughts his sudden claim caused within his oldest friend. “They said that I couldn't, and do you know why? Because they said you obviously do not plan to marry ever, to which I said, no! No! They cannot very well know that about you, can they? Unless you have told them—”

"Eru forbid."

"Right? So I said—"

"Why exactly am I involved in this equation?"

Glorfindel looked up at Erestor as though this was a very silly question. "Why wouldn't you be? There is no one else I want to marry, is there? But then if you are not intent on marrying, then obviously I cannot get married either."

Erestor took a moment again—a different kind of moment, this time around. “O-Oh. Obviously."

He glanced at the other Elves around the table, who this time conveniently found something of interest on the floor, on the ceiling, or on their nails while the two of them were speaking. Erestor picked up the vessel nearest to Glorfindel. "Is this your cup?"

"Aye! Good stuff.”

"Hm. Potent, too. I thought you do not drink?"

"I don't."

"You are as drunk as a Dwarf."

"I resent that,” said Glorfindel with a—oh, by the Valar—a pout. "You said there is nothing attractive about Dwarves."

“I have said no such thing.”

“Erestor!” This time, Glorfindel looked distressed. “Are you saying you are, in fact, attracted to Dwarves?”

By this point, Erestor could no longer resist the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "No, but what I can say is that there is nothing attractive about this picture either."

“Oooh,” Lindir finally chimed. “Harsh.”

[jaegerisim]

Byler Actors, Enemies to Lovers AU

"Don't you see? Don't you see how desperate I am for you to understand, for you to see that I love you. Even if I was, or am, an asshole. Even if we don't always agree on everything,I love you. You mean everything to me and I promise to cherish and protect this, what we have, forever. So please, don't go, stay. I promise I'll change. All for my love to you." Mike sobbed as he got down on one knee and kissed Will's knuckles, gently.

"I love you too, you know? I've never stopped thinking about you. Never. You're the one moving me forward, urging me to keep living. That there is something worth living for. Listen, I've always felt like a mistake, except when I'm with you because you make me feel like I'm not a mistake; like I'm better for being different."

Mike stood up and stared at Will, love in the form of tears streamed down. Will grabbed the sides of Mike's face, and the two kissed.

Will loved this. He loved hearing Mike swear his undying love to him and then promptly make-out.

"CUT! Well done, guys!" a man yelled.

Too bad it was all fake and part of an act. Too bad.

**THIS IS NOT FOAH. I DO NOT SHIP FOAH AND I AM AGAINST SHIPPING ACTORS**

[etoileobscure]

"etude in rust"

every autumn I wait for the moment when the trees forget their names. when colour unbuttons the branches, and the sky slips into mourning. leaves fall like breath held too long, each one a softened goodbye. they turn first at the edges-- a rusting lace, a gilded bruise, before surrendering, quiet as regret no one speaks of the mercy of fall, how softly it teaches us to let go. a girl once danced here with red leaves in her braids-- or did I invent her, to give the wind a shape? one leaf pressed into a book I'll never finish-- a flicker of colour from a world that's gone grey. I count the fall of colour, not for beauty, but for how gently things let go.

[heart-select]

shire movie but its literally just belladona and bungo's love story (altho probably just belladona adventures really)