#how i missed writing snippets

[girlnamedangel]

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else Somebody else by The 1975

Sheldon Cooper had two tickets to the Thanksgiving event at the aquarium. Initially, he intended to offer them to Amy Farrah Fowler, assuming she wouldn't want to go with him since they were no longer together. However, to his surprise, she was the one who suggested that, if he was comfortable, they could attend together as friends.

To make the car ride less awkward, Sheldon prepared a list of friendly conversation topics, printing them out meticulously. Amy, amused but understanding, let him proceed. However, as the trip progressed, she found herself growing weary of his absurd questions—one of which was, "What temperature of air conditioning do you find most comfortable?"

Eventually, she sighed and said, "Sheldon, we don’t need a list. We can talk like normal friends do. Just... be yourself."

Encouraged by her words, Sheldon abandoned the script. But what followed was a question that neither of them was prepared for.

"Are you happy with your boyfriend now?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion but his eyes betraying his curiosity.

Amy felt her breath hitch. She hadn't expected that. Carefully choosing her words, she offered a safe response, "Dave is... very kind to me." She paused, then quickly reached into her bag. "Here, I packed some snacks for you. I know you like to munch on something during long drives."

Like a child easily distracted, Sheldon’s attention shifted. "Oh! Cereal! Excellent choice, Amy," he said, happily crunching away, allowing the tension in the air to dissipate.

By the time they arrived at the aquarium, they had fallen into an easy rhythm. It was as if they had never dated for five years—as if they had always just been two friends enjoying each other’s company. Both were silently grateful that, at the very least, they could still function as friends.

After a day filled with laughter, lighthearted banter, and reminiscing, Amy found herself hesitating over a question that had been lingering in her mind. Dave—her boyfriend—had expressed a deep desire to meet Sheldon, given that he was one of his biggest fans. She knew the window of opportunity was closing fast.

Taking a breath, she finally asked, "Sheldon, I know this might be a long shot, but... Dave would love to meet you. He’s a huge admirer of your work. If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s totally fine. No pressure."

Sheldon glanced at her, contemplating. The day had been unexpectedly pleasant, and in some small way, he wanted to return the favor. "Alright," he said, surprising even himself. "If it brings you joy, then I shall comply."

Upon arriving at Amy’s apartment, Dave greeted them enthusiastically. "Dr. Cooper! This is an honor," he gushed, shaking Sheldon’s hand with a little too much enthusiasm. "I’ve read all your papers! Your work on string theory is just—brilliant!"

Sheldon nodded stiffly. "Yes, I am aware. Thank you."

Amy chuckled. "Sheldon, that’s his way of saying he’s a huge fan."

As the evening went on, everything remained cordial. But as Sheldon observed the way Amy laughed at Dave’s jokes, the way she looked at him with unfiltered affection, a strange sensation crept up his spine. He knew he should be happy for her. He should be proud that she had found someone who made her smile so freely. And yet…

He wasn’t happy.

He should be. But he wasn’t.

The realization hit him like an unsolvable equation, one that sent his mind spiraling. How could he call himself a genius when he had let Amy go? For years, he had fantasized about time travel, theorized about its feasibility—but never before had he wished for it more than in that moment. If he could, he would go back. Change things. Fix things.

Time passed in a blur, and before he knew it, an hour had gone by. He sat motionless, lost in thought, until Amy’s voice gently pulled him back.

"Sheldon?" she asked softly. "Would you like me to drive you home?"

Before he could respond, Dave interjected. "You must be exhausted, Amy. If it's alright with Sheldon, I can drive him home instead."

Amy turned to Sheldon, waiting for his answer. Dave watched him expectantly. The air felt charged, as if something was about to break.

Sheldon opened his mouth. And then, without thinking—without filtering, without logic, without his usual restraint—he spoke.

"I want you again, Amy." They all knew Sheldon had simply answered the question. But they also knew he meant something else.

[wackywatchdotcom]

Rewatching episode one, I noticed that when Ragatha and Jax are talking to each other about Jax having a key, Pomni flinches away from, and lifts her arms to protect her face and head, when Jax toys with the key and catches it near her.

I wonder if she is that jumpy around others normally or if it's just when she's in a stressful situation (like suddenly being trapped in the circus) what do you think?

OK. ok. you mention this. and ive never said anything about it but i have genuinely noticed this almost every time ive seen that scene. i think about it a LOT but i havent been able to figure out my thoughts on it. but i think about it genuinely a LOT...

(i went on a huge tangent abt her thats like. only sporadically related to this specific moment SORRY. it was hard to address this moment without discussing a LOT about her i feel)

for the sake of clarity in the event someone reading this is unfamiliar, what this ask is referring to is this:

with the way that she so quickly dissociates and HARD (not that most people Never experience dissociation or smth, but its the intensity of it and how quick into this situation she starts dissociating is like. it makes it seem like its smth her body and mind are Used To Doing) she REALLY gives off the feeling that she had pre-existing mental health problems (i struggle to place anything TOO specific with the limited information we have but i feel like theres definitely a few things she has going on) before she even got to the circus, and like she COULD just be a naturally jumpy person, but with the dissociation thing and general distrust towards others, it feels like her jumpiness is also related to these issues

while her being naturally nervous is sort of implied and clear (though i think the extent of it is exaggerated by the circumstances of the pilot in particular) there ARE a few other examples that stand out to me

i THINK this can largely be passed off as her just being on edge from the horror adventure, but i this is IS notable that she reacts genuinely pretty strongly to what is a relatively minor 'jumpscare.' it happens later too w kinger pressing the tape recorder

in general she seems VERY easily startled by people, and frankly it reads a lot like it stems more from people being near her than just things happening abruptly. she notably doesnt jump hard when the angel arrives- she DOES get scared, but she isnt necessarily startled. she DOES react very strongly to ghostly, but i think its notable that she seems to find his visual appearance frightening and debatably not necessarily startling, but thats not really 100%. the times she reacts the strongest have to do with people, which imo ties HARD into her not trusting people

episode 2 breaks down her distrust of people well, and i dont think its a self consciousness thing. it seems more that she just doesnt tend to find people trustworthy- if something bad was happening to her, she would sooner assume theyd let it happen rather than help her. it could be argued that its partially a guilt or projection thing with ragatha, but im not actually so sure. pomni seems to be ashamed of leaving her behind, but particularly through ep 2 she doesnt seemed Plagued With Guilt by the way she acts towards ragatha, which implies that the dream didnt have to do with her projecting that shame in a way shed assume ragatha would turn back on her, too

it instead seems to be that she doesnt trust ragatha just... in general. the 'im not a child' thing, while a legitimate problem for pomni to have with ragatha (i love ragatha, and from my place in the audience i know her concern is genuine, and that she truly wants to encourage pomni, and is trying, but from the perspective of people around ragatha, its not an unreasonable assumption that shes JUST being infantilizing and belittling), does illuminate how pomni is seeing ragathas attempts at cheering her up- that it comes from a place of seeing pomni as immature or generally unstable. that pomni is incapable of managing herself and needs to be coaxed. it implies pomni doesnt see ragathas attempts at help as genuine. combined with her dream, that ragatha would allow the worst to happen to her even when she was asking for help, makes it very clear that, even with the 'nicest' person in the circus, pomni just... doesnt really trust her

(it is worth noting that pomni DOES seem to genuinely want to help ragatha in the pilot. she DID try to find caine. but she bolts at the first opportunity. she does care about people, but when stressed, she operates on keeping herself safe first and foremost, that she needs to do anything to get out of a bad situation even if that means leaving someone behind- and with her dream, it does seem that she generally assumes other people operate similarly, or otherwise in their own best interest)

this does, of course, improve by the end of eps 2 and 3. the funeral, and ragatha offering to include her, and how the others talk about abstracted players (combined with her conversation with gummigoo, someone who she has to assure has genuine friendships with those around him despite the lack of a true reality for them to be based upon), are able to convey that oh, these people do actually care about the people around them. theyre being genuine. they arent just looking out for themselves and thats it- they care when bad things happen to each other. and theres no true reason for me to be an exception. which is ALSO why i dont think its a self consciousness thing, she seems able to reason that shes not an exception to the intents of others, so much that when she cant assure herself that others' intents hold her safety as any sort of priority as well, any trust goes out the window. she WANTS to help if she can, but esp in the pilot, as far as shes concerned, its everyone for themself when shit gets bad, including herself

ep 3, she seems more trusting of ragatha- she has neutral and positive interactions w her, rather than assuming a lack of sincerity in it. but its not just ragatha, actually, because even before her talk with him, you can see it in how she interacts with kinger as well

she initially tries to help him run, which isnt too out there- with how she genuinely DID initially try to help ragatha, it doesnt require her to go out of her way to grab him and RUN. she can run AND take him with her. she can help without putting herself in extra danger. but then she DOES go back, which is one of my favorite and imo underrated pomni moments. because THIS is what i think actually highlights an improvement in how she sees the others before her apologizing to ragatha or taking kingers hand. because she puts herself BACK into (percieved, since its not actual sure WHAT the angels intentions were her) danger in order to get kinger away too

(theres probably a case to be made that ragatha didnt seem to be in immediate danger- she was in pain, that much was clear, but kaufmo had ran away by then. but even still, pomni couldnt have known kaufmo would shift gears and start chasing her instead of ragatha that first time. and i dont know if she actually knew death wasnt possible here yet. which isnt very flattering for pomni but also people do not act in flattering ways under extreme stress, esp given a predisposition to not trusting others, which ill elaborate more on in a second here- not that pomnis abandonment was ok OR that it was like evil of her or smth. shes just a person. there is no way she was prepared to know how to act correctly in this situation, and she didnt)

theres also this

which is SUBTLE but highlights a genuine increase in trust even before their heart to heart. now that she knows the cast (save for jax, who she seems to react to the harshest, which is worth noting imo) are not acting solely in their own best interest, that they WILL consider the wellbeing of those around them including her, that their concern for one another is genuine (which is concerning that she even assumes that to begin with, which ill circle back to momentarily), she very clearly has way more faith in them and the idea that she should stick around the others for safety

and of course, ive said it before, but her taking kingers hand has little to do with her enjoying holding hands. its her knowing that, if kingers wrong, this is going to end very, very badly. if holding their breath isnt the solution theyre BOTH going to get possessed, and who knows how theyd get out of that situation. but she decides in that moment that her trust in the others isnt ONLY about looking out for them and believing that theyre sincere in their concern for her. but that she is willing to let the others put her at a potential massive risk. getting possessed was a blatantly immediately traumatic experience- and she lets kinger put her at risk of it happening again. THATS why she holds his hand, at least symbolically. she doesnt like contact. but she can brave something that she doesnt like, she can let him lead her into and through something potentially horrific, because shes deciding to trust him and the others, that theyre not just people she can interact with without fear of ill intentions, but that theyre people who she is going to coexist with. the best thing she can do for herself and the others is trust them and work with them actively

anyway that got off-track, the point being that her having to have these ideas instilled in her at all through shared experiences and trauma implies that, while these issues with distrust may have been exacerbated by the stress of everything, they didnt come from nowhere. these are problems she likely already had to some degree. its great that theres been improvement but that improvement directly implies thesse were improvements that needed to be made to begin with. and the fact that the person she gets repeatedly most startled by is jax. who, even with episode 2, she explicitly doesnt trust. in the pilot, at least, her distrust is more vague (i think the dream sequence in ep 2 IS what highlights it best) so her flinching from jax can be passed off as related to a general lack of adjustment to the new environment and situation shes in. but it happens again with jax in episode 3 (and, notably, she pauses afterwards but it takes a moment for her to relax even knowing its just jax), after shes adjusted somewhat, and after shes gained some trust with everyone except for jax (given his absence from the scene at the end of ep 2). it also happens when barons voice plays abruptly next to her

point being that imo, she IS naturally jumpy. she says herself that she doesnt handle jumpscares well, which somewhat implies this even outside of the circumstances of the circus. but with how she reacts to things, it feels like her general jumpiness is far, far worse when it comes to people she doesnt trust (be it because jax is Like That, or because shes not familiar with baron). the way i see it, then, her distrust extends to perceiving physical threats easily around people she hasnt ensured are safe to be around. she IS able to gain this trust in people, but she seems to automatically place the intents of others as being Potentially Unsafe from the jump, especially under stress. she can jump back from it fairly quickly for what its worth, but to be honest, it seems more like she operates on some general, everpresent level of hypervigilance thats just sometimes worse based on the situation

and frankly i dont think we know enough about her as of ep 4 to fully determine if there IS a reason for this. because someone can have a reason to be this jumpy around others, or they can just... be nervous and dislike people moving suddenly near them. combined with the dissociation thing, though, im inclined to think the circus did not cause this, just made it more extreme with more unpleasant stakes. there is hardly any time between her entering the circus and this happening. she hadnt even seen kaufmo yet in that very first example, but she was already on alert for a physical threat, and i just. i think about it all the time...

i think the main takeaway from all of this is that i think she isnt necessarily jumpy like that all the time, but i think trust is not a given with pomni, and her jumpiness massively depends on how much she trusts people near her and the situation shes in to not be a physical threat to her. its definitely worse in the circus, but i think it was probably still something present in a different context in the real world, too

[fiona-fififi]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @messyhairdiaz (thank you!! 💚) yesterday for Tease Tidbit Tuesday, but didn't have a chance to post, and now it's Wednesday, so we're going wip Wednesday.

I'm also spoiling my own fic, but fuck it. Why not?? Have some more jealous!Tommy fic.

Warning: this is angsty. This was supposed to be a silly little fic and now Tommy’s getting his heart broken. I'm so sorry!

Tommy cuts through the bullshit. Refuses to let the conversation keep running in circles. “Do you have feelings for him?”

“He's not an option.”

“That's not what I asked you!” Tommy can't help the way his tone jumps, some combination of desperation and anger warring in the tenor of his voice, because he knows—he knows—but he wants so much to be wrong. Wants Buck to find the right words and fix it all so maybe they don't have to end. But Tommy knows better, and when he continues, it's with a deep and painful resignation. “Can you look me in the eye right now and tell me that if Eddie wanted you, you would choose me?”

For a moment, Buck looks like a fish out of water, eyes wide and unblinking and mouth agape as his jaw works to try to form words that won't come. Tommy wants to laugh, but can't with all the hurt choking him of any sound as he waits for Buck to find his words.

They hurt more than Tommy expects.

“He's not an option. He's never been an option,” Buck whispers finally. Quiet and stunned and confused. Still trying to process the reality of Tommy’s words. 

Tommy huffs something like a laugh, but it's humorless, maybe even a little derisive. “That's what I thought.” 

“Tommy—”

“You've never so much as said you love me!” He spits the words, anger and hurt clawing at his chest. He'd thought he could do this. Thought, maybe, they really were on their way to something real. But he's starting to see just how much he was fooling himself.

Buck looks stunned at the words, face falling with hurt. “You know I said it too soon the last time. You know—”

“And you know that it will always be too soon unless it's him.” Tommy’s voice is quiet now. Resigned.

Buck looks like he's about to break down—hands shaking, breathing rapid. “It can't be him.” His voice cracks, tears gathering heavy in his eyes. “Tommy, it can't be him.”

And Tommy hates himself a little for it when Buck’s hurt cuts straight through to his heart. Because he wants to be angry. He thinks he has every right to be angry.

But somewhere along the line, he'd fallen in love with Evan Buckley, and he can't help the way he gentles at Buck's hurt. Keeps distance, but lets his tone fall soft along with his gaze. He thinks maybe Buck can see the pity in his eyes. “Why?”

“Because if-if he doesn't want me, I—” Buck sucks in a harsh breath, trying to force out the words, “—I don't think I'd survive it.”

Tagging (if you'd like): @messyhairdiaz @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz and anyone else who wants to participate.

[space-writes]

wip wednesday

tagged by @writingamongther0ses, thank you! i’m finally starting on revisions for A Question of Trust, and i decided to rewrite the opening scene into Ashenivir’s POV, which i am still on the fence about whether i like it or not, but it does exist, so here’s a snippet from it:

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“You like watching me choose things as well. You like seeing me struggle, so you can have the satisfaction of seeing me overcome.” He rose on the balls of his feet, bringing his lips within kissing distance of Rizeth’s. “You like making me work for my rewards.” “You know your Master very well, it seems,” Rizeth murmured. “Of course I do,” Ashenivir said, moth wings uncurling to flutter beneath his sternum as he spoke. “I love him.” What a wonder it was to finally be able to say it. And he had said it, frequently, though he worried he was saying it too much, that it would diminish the meaning of the words. He didn’t think it had so far, though; every time he said it, the way Rizeth’s eyes softened put him right back on that clifftop with the sun sinking below the horizon and the grand, rushing delight of reciprocation. Rizeth drew him into a kiss, and Ashenivir hummed into his mouth, tongue pressing hungrily to his. Reciprocation still tasted incredible.

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[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Also want to ask about MRE and Smoke Break!

Thank you! The MRE fic is a long time coming but it keeps expanding. It came from a writer's block and I have posted parts here and here. I just want to write chief eating disgusting slop a la Seteve1989MREInfo and putting it on Waypoint while everyone cringes and the brass loses their minds a little.

it's getting very complicated and needs a good deal of work but I will share more below

“Alright. That was bad.”

“You’re going to keep going.” It’s a question in the form of a statement. The voice asks a few of these each episode, to encourage John to inform his fans what the hell he’s thinking or if he’s still alive after the slop he eats for the sake of the video. Most viewers have caught on that it’s not for them,whatever this game is. It’s for the voice off-screen. He seems to be entertaining her more than himself and the camera.

“I’m going to smoke the 45 year old cigarettes in the accessory packet just to get the stench out of the room.”

“You’re not supposed to smoke on the spaceship, John.”

“You’ll scare the snitches away for me.”

“And erase the chemical scrubbers in the vents, but are you going to edit this part out?”

“No.”

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As for Smoke Break. It haunts me. Homoerotic smoking with Lasky/Miller that has evolved from 1 chapter to 3 and I just need to get them started to end this fic. I've rewritten the start to chap 3 like five times already. It will have an E rating. There will be mad sloppy. I just need time/energy/focus and it will happen... eventually. Snippet below because you are kind enough to ask.

It’s happening again. He’s walking to Hangar 11, shouldering past the night crew with a tight smile and a nod, as if his heart isn’t racing. His lighter is gripped tight in a sweaty fist. Miller’s still got the presence of mind not to crush it in his stress. He thumbs the metal in tight circles as if it’ll calm him in the slightest. The pack of smokes, freshly traded and still sealed, weigh heavily in his pocket.

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @malewifediaz @buckaroosheart 💖💖

how did the "fluffy decorating christmas tree fic" turn into eddie being nostalgic about shannon? no idea lmao but I love it haha (also, lowkey a tease for alive shannon bc this hypothetical is what ends up happening there haha) this fic would've been done already if I didn't get sick bc now i'm barely awake at all times and just so fucking tired lol i should finish it next week at the latest tho! (if Eddie doesn't take over and make it super long again haha)

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And Buck knows all that, because he knows Eddie so well, and Eddie- Eddie just loves him so much sometimes it gets overwhelming, just the sheer amount of love he has for this man, who’s currently looking at him with those gorgeous, understanding eyes. And he can’t do anything else but lean in and kiss his pretty pink lips.

“I know.” he whispers, smiling, blinking away tears. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Buck chuckles quietly. Then Eddie looks at Christopher again.

“It’s just hard sometimes, especially during the holidays. She should be here. With Chris.”

“She really should.” Buck wraps one hand around Eddie’s shoulders.

“I think she’d like you.” Eddie muses, leaning his head against Buck’s. “You guys would get along.” He really thinks so, and he also thinks that even if the accident didn’t happen and she didn’t die, he’d eventually give her the divorce she asked for, and inevitably date Buck anyway – he doesn’t think there’s any universe, any scenario, any path he’d take, where he and Buck don’t end up falling in love. If he believed in it, he’d say it’s fate or destiny or some shit like that. (Maybe he does believe, just in this one instance, but no one has to know).

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[fanboyzuko]

Alrighttt 3.7k written today 🔥🔥🔥

a small mostly spoiler free snippet 😘

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“Alright! Last stop, elephant koi!” Aang leaped off Appa, thrumming with excitement. “You guys are gonna love this one!”

Sokka slid off Appa, landing in a crouch before standing and leaning against Appa in an attempt to look aloof. “On a scale of hopping llamas to hog monkeys, how much do they want to be ridden?”

“I’m not too sure!” Aang laughed as he sent a gust of air to cushion Katara’s fearless leap out of Appa’s saddle. “I haven’t ridden them yet. Gyatso said I needed to wait until I was older to try the elephant koi. And, well, I’m older now, right?”

Katara eyed the bay they landed next to warily. “I think maybe we’ll let you try this one first before we join you…”

Aang did his best to contain a sigh, then turned to Sokka with wide eyes, “Sokka?”

“No way,” Sokka crossed his arms in an X. “I’m with Katara on this one. I should have listened to her about the hog monkeys. My butt is still bruised!”

“Oh, you’re right!” Katara leaned over to get a good look at Sokka’s bruise through the hole in his pants. She rested her cheek against her hand as she sarcastically bemoaned, “But, Sokka! You’re such a big, strong man. Surely you can take on the elephant koi like you did the hog monkeys.”

The last thing Aang wanted was for them to get this argument started up again. Earlier, they both got mad at him when he offered to fix Sokka’s pants in Katara’s stead. He could understand why Katara yelled at him, since his offer saved Sokka from his punishment for being rude and pissing her off. But why did Sokka get mad?! How was Aang explaining that all Air Nomads learned basic household tasks betraying their brotherhood?

Thankfully, an elephant koi breached the bay before the siblings’ squabbling could start again.

“Look!” Aang cheered, pointing as if they wouldn’t have noticed the fish as big as Appa. “There they are! Watch carefully, you'll see. You’re gonna want to join me in no time!”

[iamthepulta]

I love writing. I forget how much I love writing until I'm crafting a character snippet and tweaking the words and making the sentences flow just right.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Snippet of 5th division Takemichi!

This is just a little drabble, like a snippet on a story that for know I only have notes about but I'll write someday. I just have 2 oneshots and one chapter to finish for starting with the wips that are just pages of notes for now, yuhu!

(promising this to myself)

I read a fic a few months ago with this idea and well, it was hilarious and I started thinking in what type of AU this could work, one trying to also save everyone and go to the plot of the different arcs. Did I say before thatt Tokyo Revengers is my Roman Empire? I wasn't joking. The other wip I have is time-leaper Manila Izana going through tenjiku arc. Fix it fics that, like canon, will be heavy on the angst but with happy ending (yes, me, doing happy endings, I know but did I say it will be heavy on the angst? Because the Izana one... He needs to learn a lot, oopsie)

For understanding the drabble, a few basics:

It's based on an AU where Takemichi jumps to the day when he met Mikey after shaking hands with him in Bonten. And let's pretend our dear Michi actually catched up Sanzu's name and was thinking in something more than Mikey for a second, okay?

Things happened and after saving Draken he asked to be put in the 5th division because reasons (Sanzu, knowing that Mucho is a traitor, knowing that well, he knows a lot about conspiracies that will happen in Toman so maybe this is not such a bad idea even if he's scared of his captain and vice-captain, right?)

A lot of things will happened for get to this point, but after some months of Sanzu knowing about Takemichi being a time-leaper, he finally opens up with the truth about tl0 (yes, he's a little shit and doesn't say anything for months but he has trusting issues, okay? Let him alone xD). Obviously, there will be chapters with Sanzu's POV, for plot reasons (not because I love writting his mental breakdowns, nops).

So... I think that's it. Ah, this conversation is happening in some point of Tenjiku arc, I'm still deciding what to do with this arc, but Takemichi changed enough things. So Mucho goes to Tenjiku alone and now Sanzu is the captain of the 5th division. With Takemichi as a vice-captain, poor crybaby.

Warnings: NONE! I almost don't believe it myself, but this is just comfort. Because it's a small scene that came to my mind and made me smile and I'm having a soft day, so I thought, why not write it?

(he's so pretty and I'm so normal about it, yeps)

At this point, Takemichi already learned a few things about his captain and how to tell the subtle changes on his expressions. He was sure Sanzu hided even more under the mask, but it wasn't that easy to see him without it. So he could see that the other boy was more absent, that his eyes weren't really looking at anything. And Takemichi had a hunch about the reason, he was just trying to find a way to talk about it without getting punch. Or worse, to be honest sometimes he still find the scarred boy a little too unpredictable.

“You know, some days when I wake up, I'm not even sure what time line is it. And I'm always afraid to discover the truth, to discover I fucked up and went back to Manila. Or Bonten.”

Some days, he still feels Mikey's body getting cold on his hands. Or see him getting pale with Emma doing the same. Dead inside in the hospital, the same empty eyes Takemichi saw in that abandoned bowling-alley. But that's an image the other doesn't need, the scarred boy has his own nightmares with Mikey on it. Absolute void in those darks eyes, more than he's able to imagine.

Sanzu gives him a weird look that already feels like a victory, he's looking at him. That's something, right?

“For what you said, I'm sure that Bonten wasn't that bad.” The pinkette snickers. “But, yeah... I get what you mean. It's like anything feels...real.”

The last part is almost like a whisper, like he was afraid of confessing it.

“Exactly.” The blonde smiles brightly, he knows he shouldn't be this easy to read, but he can't really avoid it. “It feels nice to have some one to talk about it that actually understands. With the rest of people that known before, I was always afraid they'll start thinking I was going crazy for saying this type of stuff.”

Aquamarine pair of eyes wide with the last words, like he suddenly understood what his vice-captain was trying to do. What he did, actually.

“I still hate you. Don't start thinking we're friends or some shit like that.”

It sounds almost like a bark, but Takemichi knows better after the last months. So he just laughs, happy with being able to cross another one of his captain walls. He promised to both of them, that he'll save him too.

And he will. Because this time, he'll save everyone. This time, he actually understands what is happening with Mikey.

So he'll save everyones asses, even the ones that don't want to be saved. Specially that ones.

[icyfox17]

25!!! I demand it!!/nf

FUN FACT FOR YOU!!! this was like the second(?) wip i ever wrote for this fandom bc i was like GASP. FATHER'S DAY. I HAVE TO WRITE COMADUO FOR THIS and then i proceeded to overthink it and never post BUT RHFJFK i do love it very dearly and I'll probs be able to finish next father's day sooo!

Buck awkwardly stands in front of the restaurant shifting from side to side, and holding the wrapped box that the record lays in. On top of the box is a handmade card with the pun “Words cannot espresso how much you bean to me” written on it with two coffee beans dressed in firefighter gear that looks like a five year old made it. Maddie said it was perfect, Eddie just clapped Buck on the shoulder before walking away to grab them both beers. Buck tried not to overthink it. He thinks Bobby will appreciate the pun at least. He’s still not sure if this is a good idea. He knows Athena told him it is and if anyone knows what it is and isn’t a good idea, she does. She also wouldn’t hold back from being honest with Buck, so Buck knows she truly meant it. He still can’t help the unease that fills his stomach as he waits for them to arrive. Buck hears Bobby’s truck before he sees it round the corner, and he straightens, subconsciously pulling the present closer to him. He can see the exact moment Bobby notices him standing outside the restaurant, eyes widening and turning to look at Athena who simply smiles and mouth moves saying something that Buck can’t hear but can picture anyway. Bobby parks the truck and steps out of the truck, a complicated expression on his face but one that Buck thinks is positive. Before the two of them say anything, Athena pats Bobby on the shoulder. “I’ll be over at the spa with Hen. You two boys have fun now. Don’t worry about picking me up after lunch.” Bobby smiles at her still holding a slightly confused expression and gives her a kiss. “Love you.” “I love you too babe.” And then it’s just him and Buck, who is still holding the present awkwardly in his hands. “Uhm, happy father’s day Bobby.” He says and hands over the gift, still feeling unsure with himself. Bobby’s eyes are wet when he takes it and he snorts at the pun on the card, but otherwise he’s quiet as he reads the inside of the card. When he finishes, he tucks it in his back pocket and then unwraps the present. The entire time Buck holds his breath, hoping it goes well. When Bobby sees the record, his eyes immediately flash to Buck’s and for a moment Buck thinks he’s overstepped and he immediately scrambles to explain himself, “I’m sorry—I know you’re my boss and this is—” Bobby cuts him off by pulling Buck into a tight hug, holding onto him for dear life. They stay there for a while, just holding each other, and while they’ve had many hugs before, this one felt different. It felt impactful. When they pull away, Bobby looks at him with a fond expression. “It’s okay Buck. I… I view you as a son too. It isn’t one sided. You really didn’t have to buy me anything though. This is overkill.” Buck laughs self consciously. “I… I just thought it would be nice. I know you haven’t, uhm, had a good father’s day in a while.” Bobby smiles sadly, before patting him on the shoulder. “Come on kid, let’s go eat.”

[fl4tlines]

Bad Things Happen Bingo – Addiction/Withdrawal @badthingshappenbingo ┆ Square #1

「✦」 OCs: Kay Edwards ⅋ Paris Elswood 「✧」 Content: Addiction ┆ Alcoholism ┆ Cursing ┆ Graphic Drug Use ┆Suicide Mention 「✦」 Word Count: 2,145 「✧」 Relevant Links: Masterlist ┆ .𖥔˚ ♫˚ 𖥔.

⛧ ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿⛧ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ So you pour a little more; // And there's no one there to judge you; // At least that's what you tell yourself; // But don't you know, nobody drinks alone; // Every demon, every ghost from your past; // And every memory you've held back; // Follows you home. ❞ ⛧ ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿⛧

“Can you sort?”

Paris held the phone to his ear as he spoke. The third number in as many minutes. He rubbed his forehead and shook his head at the answer from the other end of the phone.

“Seriously? Look – I can pay double.”

Another wince as he received his response.

“Yeah. Cash.”

“An 8-ball? No, just a sixteenth.”

Paris paced back and forth across the living room carpet, biting at some loose skin around his nail as he waited on an answer. 

“Mhm, yeah. Yeah. Great.”

He glanced upwards to the clock. Three in the morning. But it was an hour and… something slow. More like half four. He pressed his hand into his forehead again.

“Yeah. Got it. Double in cash. Same spot as yesterday?”

After receiving the confirmation, Paris hung up the phone and finished the last of a bottle of wine from the table. Cheap shit, Kay had told him. Rough. Muddy. Rotgut. Yeah, Kay liked to pretend he knew what he was talking about. Throwing around all the right buzzwords so people thought he had something worthwhile to contribute.

And Paris couldn’t help but find that endearing.

He grabbed a jacket on his way out of the door – one of Kay’s, khaki green with a fur lined hood. Still with a wad of cash in the pocket from yesterday. Now was a good time to be thankful Kay never wore it.

The moment he was out of the apartment, Paris pulled the hood up and made his way down the two flights of stairs in the dark. Wiring was busted. Again. Third time this week.

Chilled air hit him as he took the all too familiar route, head down as he walked briskly. At this point, he didn’t even have to look up. He could work on muscle memory alone for this. And then the last turn. Taking him down a street – an alley behind long since closed takeouts and a nightclub. With rusted security cameras surveilling it. Long since disconnected.

The usual ten minute wait ensued. Agony. Paris paced back and forth, picking at his nails as he waited. But it was always ten minutes waiting for this guy. Even when he did the forty minute drive in thirty. Paris should be used to this by now, but each moment passing was pressure in his chest. If Kay came home and he was gone, that was the relationship over. Done.

But, if he was home? Plausible deniability. Did that apply? An old stash. A slip up at a party. Peer pressure. Anything to shift the blame off of himself. After he had made the call. Gone in search of one more hit.

But it could be worse, he told himself. It could be heroin. Or meth. But he wasn’t an addict like that. He wasn’t. It was just cocaine. 

It was easy to forget that he’d reassured Kay in exactly the same way about his drinking. The drinking could have been worse. Paris had it under control. It wasn’t cocaine. It could have been worse.

It still could be worse.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice broke Paris’ train of thought. Probably for the best.

“You’re not Aiden.”

“I should hope not,” the quick, scoffed, reply. “Cami.”

Paris only had the energy, and care, to give her a quick once over. Long, dark hair. Leather jacket. Skinny jeans. Unassuming. Unremarkable.

“Right, whatever. He spoke to you?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“I’ve got it. I can do $190.”

“$350.”

“Never had someone talk me up before. Suicidal or something?” Cami’s response was blunt, but she edged it off with a slight smile.

“I keep my word. I’m not screwing over Aiden. And I don’t need a dead hooker on my conscience.”

“Call girl. But it's your money.”

Paris rummaged in his – Kay’s – pocket and counted out the money in front of Cami, before handing it over to her, and replacing it with a small ziploc that she handed him.

“I can put you on to something better. Cheaper,” Cami looked Paris up and down. When he didn’t respond, she continued. “MCAT. You’ll be paying half. Same kick, better price tag.”

Paris thought about it for a few moments, eyes ever so slightly narrowed as he thought about the offer.

“Cheaper doesn’t matter. This is my last hit, I’m done.”

Cami seemed to do everything she could not to laugh in his face.

“I am. I’m done,” Paris repeated.

“You tell yourself that,” Cami pulled out a card and handed it to Paris, who paused before he took it. “Agency card, but just ask for me. I’ll get you sorted.”

“Listen – I – this is my last fix.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t need the number.”

Paris pocketed the card. Taking it was far easier than trying to argue with her.

“Are we done?”

“Yeah, we’ll talk soon,” Cami had already decided.

“Yeah. Drive safe or whatever,” Paris muttered as he brushed past her and turned the corner out of the alley.

The walk home could have been therapeutic. A quieter version of the usual busy city. Almost lifeless at this time of night – just about to be revived by commuters on the way to a nine to five. And the bustle was beginning as Paris re-entered the apartment through the door which he had left unlocked. A neighbourhood like this? Even Paris would confess that was reckless. The late night pick up felt relatively safe in comparison.

He crashed down on the couch, still in his coat and emptied his pockets onto the table. Paris cursed under his breath, his life contained only to the mess scattered on the cracked glass surface. With his entire existence laid out like this – who was he kidding? With Kay on the verge of leaving him, the comfort he found here was temporary, but wasn’t everything?

Now wasn’t the time to be tearing himself down, right? He was doing better than he could be. And that must count for something. Rock bottom still seemed so far away.

He took one more look at the table before sinking his head into his hands and continuing to curse under his breath in a low mutter. This was fine. It was fine. Kay wasn’t even home. Wouldn’t be for hours.

Paris straightened his posture and tilted his head back, collapsing once again against the back of the couch. Breath through gritted teeth. It was fine. He had spoken it into existence. It would be fine. He was fine. One last fix wasn’t going to kill him. Not after everything else. This was mild. Quiet night in. Recovery.

Except he knew he was kidding himself there.

Roughly wiping away tears that had not yet fallen, he leant forward on the couch and picked up the clear ziploc. He hardly had time to think as he emptied some of the powdered contents onto the screen of his phone. But he left more than half in the bag. Because this was his last pick up. Because any more would prove he wasn’t recovering.

Paris got to his feet, almost tripping over a discarded hoodie on the floor as he skimmed the pile of DVDs next to the TV. He pulled out a dog-eared copy of Saw III. A movie Kay vehemently refused to rewatch. Written it off as shock value torture porn. Paris slotted the half empty ziploc bag behind the disk and tried to return it to the stack, knocking half of them to the floor in the process.

Compared to the rest of the apartment, the mess was minimal. He’d deal with it later. Before Kay got back.

One glance back at the table, and Paris’ initial focus returned. He stepped over the hoodie on the floor this time and stared down at the screen of his phone. This was just – it was just something to take his edge off. Push some of the itching thoughts back to where they belonged. Maybe the late night trip wasn’t a blaring warning sign. It was proof he had pushed back against the waves of intensity all day. ‘All day.’ After he had run out at five yesterday morning. After passing out in bed from pure exhaustion what must have been minutes before Kay woke. Dealing with the worst of a brutal comedown. 

If he’d lasted that long, maybe he could force through another few hours? Then Kay would be home and – Paris banished the idea quickly. Lasting this long was mere proof that he could quit whenever he wanted to. And that wasn’t tonight.

He took one of the loose bills from the table and pressed it over the powder on his phone screen, before taking Cami’s card in his other hand. Slightly too flimsy. But whatever. Paris slowly dragged the card across the top of the bill, breaking up any impurities in the substance. He removed the bill and tapped the card against the screen to target larger clumps, before replacing the bill.

He proceeded to repeat this several times before putting the bill to the side. Paris was methodical, focus drawn into the familiar routine. Even the action itself brought a warm sense of comfort. With continued precision, he separated the powder into several distinct lines. It contrasted the black of the phone screen in a way Paris would only be able to describe as satisfying. Clean.

Paris picked the twenty dollar bill back up from the table and rolled it up, tight and even. Like he had done it thousands of times before. And that probably wouldn’t be an exaggeration. He pressed a finger to each nostril and inhaled in quick succession before bringing the note to his nose. Paris leant forward and sharply exhaled, before inhaling with the end of the note pressed to the first line of powder.

Within moments, the sharp taste hit the back of his throat. Distinct bitter petrol. Familiar. A sign of a better emotional state on the horizon, no matter how brief the respite would be. Paris waited for a few minutes before he got up from the couch and took off his coat, hanging it back in the hall. A futile effort to hide his late night walk from Kay. Because Kay would know. No matter how careful Paris was.

Not that it mattered. It was a problem for later, Paris had already decided. Kay would understand, they could talk tomorrow. Kay would get back from work, they would talk. Paris vaguely remembered Kay saying he had a couple of days off. And they could make the most of those few days. A date. Movie. Drive out to a trail – a hike. Picnic, maybe. Paris smiled faintly to himself as he sat back on the couch.

It would be good. He’d get the apartment back into a reasonable state tonight, and they could have tomorrow. And the next day. His heart pounded in his chest – in his throat. This was fine. Good, even. What had he even been thinking before? Kay wouldn’t leave him. They weren’t on the verge of a catastrophic collapse. Kay wouldn’t hurt him like that.

The hours passed into the early morning. The earlier morning, as daylight began to emerge from the outside world into the apartment. Fractured rays of sun illuminated the mess of an apartment – somehow in a worse state than Paris had dared consider. The beginnings of a headache brought his attention back to the phone on the table.

He should text Kay. Apologise. Beg for some semblance of forgiveness. Swear to clean the apartment tomorrow. Convince Kay not to walk out on him. Because he would.

It wasn’t worth it to stick around.

It took everything Paris had to pick up the phone, dragging a finger across it to collect the last dusting of powder. He pressed it against his gums and unlocked the phone with his other hand, pulling up Kay’s contact.

A text would make everything worse. Paris dumped the phone back onto the table and stood up. Kay would be home soon, and Paris had to sleep this off before he got home. Just an hour. Two.

The only incriminating remnants from the night before were the card Cami had given him and the bills on the table. Plus a takeout box of fries. Still full. He hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of eating, despite the hunger pangs that had emerged through the night. How they were clawing at his stomach, only quelled by sheer nausea. Paris took the money and business card as he stumbled towards the bedroom – a combination of the drink, drugs and plain old sleep deprivation causing his unsteadiness. He tossed everything into the nightstand drawer and almost collapsed into his side of the bed. The thought of undressing – even so much as taking off his shoes – didn’t occur to him as he fell into a restless sleep.

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[chayscribbles]

schroedinger's new wip (it's a new wip but also it's not)

[evanescentdawn]

wip: sangsoo //tg au.

“Why do you work in a coffee shop? You can't even make a decent one. This is shit.”

Kim Dokja shoots her one of his smiles. “Then, go and make them yourself if you’re dissatisfied.”

Han Sooyoung gives him her dirtiest face before drowning the rest of shitty coffee because she needs the caffeine. “How do you people get customers? When you’re operating?” She says as she slams the cup down, once she’s finished. There is, miraculously, a decent amount of people around despite Yoo Joonghyuk or Jung Heewon not being around.

“I can make good coffee,” Kim Dokja says. “Your taste just sucks.”

[dragonidpyrus12]

Here's a bit from Be Somebody that nobody asked for since I've been starting to re-watch genrex and trying to make the plot for what comes next. Moreso filling in the gaps between the current point and the climax of the story. Whether I'm going to be able to wake up the muse or not is another story 😭

Turning on the side and letting out a mumbled groan, Ben rubbed his eyes before sitting up, his legs hanging from the side of the bed like usual.

He brought his hands to his face, feeling the slightly accentuated bags underneath his eyes. Having nightmares only tormented his poor sleep schedule even more, despite getting considerably more sleep here, in Rex's dimension, than his own.

Opening his eyes, Ben left his hands fall in his lap as he realized he was feeling the floor under his feet, events of the previous night flooding right back in his mind. He looked around the bed he was in, and up at the higher bed above him, finding no one there.

Until finally, as he glanced around the room, his eyes landed on Rex.

The teen ended up falling asleep on the couch, standing upright with his back leaning on it, arms crossed. Ben got up on his feet and walked over, looked at the boy's peaceful sleeping face as his chest rose and fell with each silent breath.

[shamera]

Chapters: 15/15 (COMPLETE) Fandom: 诡秘之主 - 爱潜水的乌贼 | Lord of the Mysteries - Cuttlefish that Loves Diving Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Audrey Hall | Justice, Leonard Mitchell | The Star, Klein Moretti, Melissa Moretti, Benson Moretti, Fors Wall | The Magician, Xio Derecha | Judgment Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Family Reunions, Rescue Missions, MI9 as a feature, Evernight Church as a feature, guest appearance by Amon, several other characters as guest appearances, entire story takes place within one night, featuring the Fulgrim Hounds!

Summary: Set during the timeskip in volume 6: Lightseeker In the midst of war, MI9 captures Benson Moretti and get more than they bargained for.

Snippet: “Sir,” Benson tried again, “you have the wrong person. My job does not give me any power at all. Whatever reason you have me here, there must be a misunderstanding!”

The man with the empty smile flipped through the papers on the desk again, ignoring Benson’s words.

“Mr. Moretti, you had,” the man continued to say, “a brother named Klein Moretti, did you not?”

Benson’s heart sank.

[crehador]

what even. was i thinking when i told myself 500 words max per daily. that would have been 183k words total (leap yeap) for the whole year. we've still got a month and a day to go and icsm dailies is already like

how 🫠