#imma tag this as a snippet

[zellink]

are there any bells snippets you can share 🙏 i am missing the story immensely ❤️ hope you’re doing well

i'm doing well anon thank you very much<3 finally settling in my new home and getting my creative juices flowing again. here's a snippet of All the Bells Say, chapter 16 "Defiance":

[obikinwhore]

Princess Leia Organa catches the eye of Lord Vader from a young age and to secure the safety of her family and people she must accept his hand in marriage.

[star4daisy]

Last Line Game

thx for the tag @thewitchofinysca

She always said he should learn how to let people go, that trying to hold them hurt more than freeing them. James had agreed with her all his life, he had no desire to chain someone to himself, he only wanted love if it was freely given. And yet. When the time comes that he might have to accept the loss of something that feels far greater than himself, he can’t be sure that he’ll be able to.

He wants to chain himself to all of them, not because he thinks they are destined to be together, but because if they’re going to drown him in despair, James wants them all to sink in together.

no pressure tags: @moonytoastandbowie @apricusapollo @jaylienpotter @my-beloved-fandoms

[crab-crab]

In an effort to get myself to start working on my wips again, I wanted to share a snippet of a larger one I'm working on!

A shadow blocking out the sun caused Link to lift his head to look up at the man from before. He had dark hair and kind eyes, Link noted, like Zelda’s dad and the lady at the Lumpy Pumpkin.  The man knelt in front of him and smiled at Link “Hey kiddo, sorry we scared you earlier” he said and Link thought he sounded nice too. Sniffling, Link looked over the man's shoulder and saw more strangers. One was wearing a pretty blue scarf that kinda reminded Link of his papa’s cloak. Another had really long hair and he was the closest to Link and the nice man in front of him. The others were all looking at Link from beside a really tall man with one eye closed.  Drawing his attention back to the man in front of him had Link looking at him in confusion as apparently, the man had asked him a question. With a smile still in place the man asked again “What’s your name?” This brought Link back to the fact he was still talking to strangers. Hesitantly, he mumbled out “Link” while ducking his head and fiddling with his tunic, missing the looks of shock, dread, and horror that ranged across the group.

[iwonderwh0]

[wikiangela]

chapter 3 of alive Shannon is such a disjointed mess so far and it's driving me crazy lmao

this is why I only write linearly, and here I skipped some stuff, some are just half-scenes with a note to add something (literally just that "add smth", nothing specific, and what is a problem for future me 😂), and I just can't lol

I finally got to the bombing but before I continue that, I think I need to clean up the rest of this bc it hurts to look at this mess haha

now only gotta find time to do that lol

[imunbreakabledude]

"a series of fic snippets (idk if i'd do as tumblr posts or just rough ficlets to ao3) of maeve and elena in couples therapy like would any other soul wanna read that"

DO IT NOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! NOOWWW!!!!! IMMEDIATELY!!!!!

okay! Wow! Thank you anon! If you didn’t know already, especially in the realm of fanfic, I respond strongly to the tiniest amount of feedback.

so okay??? I’ll start writing down all these maevelena marriage counseling conversations that spontaneously occur in my head? Though now that it’s for a potential Audience™️ I’m highly liable to begin overthinking when and what and how to share these snippets

So don’t be afraid to come in my ask box again and bug me if you don’t see this popping up for a while lol

[nursemimosa]

a preview of the first chapter of my fic series; Cadence Melody- which intends to be a retelling of the Scarlet/Violet story through the eyes of two librarians of Naranja-Uva Academy...

A sway of teal colored hair stirred on the pillow until the head it belonged to rose, groggily sitting upright. A croaky yawn and stretch, and the girl got out of bed, hoping her heavy eyelids wouldn't give in to the temptation of just a little more sleep. It was another day at her internship, and she couldn't afford to skip a day, or even arrive late. As she rubbed her eyes and headed to the restroom of her small apartment, she sighed. "I had that dream about the dress again…"

A moderate breakfast consisting of a sweet round concha bun and mocha coffee, sweetened slightly to her tastes was prepared by the young woman. She was rummaging through her workbag, a woven handbag in a splash of multicolored stripes gifted to her by her grandmother; her abuela when she noticed something was off. Just then, through the doorway, a Raichu waddled over carrying in its rounded paws, an inhaler. There it was! It must have been in her room before her orange-furred companion found it.

The woman took the inhaler from the mouse Pokemon and put it in her bag. She pat the Raichu on the head and it began to rub its face into the palm of her hand, nuzzling. She took great care to avoid its electric cheek sacs. "Thank you Maribelle, I would have forgotten this if you hadn't found it."

A Rotom phone began to ring with dulcet chirping tones. The woman answered the phone and it floated its way up to face her, the screen widening, signaling to her that this was about to be a video call. Good thing she had already made herself tidy and presentable. The screen blipped until the face of an older man appeared on the screen. "Raine. Am I coming through the screen okay?" the man's voice beamed through the screen with echo-y sound quality. She nodded and the man took a sigh of relief. "Raine, have you been staying up late again?" Upon being asked that question, the woman faltered a bit, then chuckled accusingly. "A little bit.. I have been having the weirdest dreams lately and when I wake up from them I find that I can't sleep. So to answer your question-yes and no. I go to bed early but can't seem to fall asleep.."

Their conversation continued, and Raine Cadencia; the newest intern of Naranja-Uva Academy's library made her way to work. The trek through the city of Mesagoza was brisk, with the morning air lingering on, even as the thick fog began to evaporate away. It would usually take Raine a half hour to get to the center of the city when it was as empty and quiet as it was now. The long, arduous (to her) trek up the giant stairway to the school took the wind out of her, and she found herself wishing there could be an alternate way to get up there. She contemplated on using her inhaler, but after giving herself a rest on a bench on the school's front yard, she got back up and went inside.

Raine was to meet up with her supervisor. During the first week of her internship, she was paired up to work with an older woman, and while she was assured that her new supervisor was friendly, she still didn't know what to think of her. As she was told by some of her other supervisors; the librarian known as Fabiana Melodía was a peculiarity. They had spoken several times, and Raine was sometimes rendered bashful by the woman's sunshiny, outgoing disposition. From what she had discussed with Fabiana so far, Raine had learned that she was a huge fan of comics and animated media. She was somewhere in her forties. She wore her make-up in a particular way, and always seemed to have her nails done. She also loved history books and Paldea's weekly Occulture magazine.

Funny that Raine should remember Occulture…

The older woman and her wavy pink hair, stray hairs by the plenty were bouncing along with her as she was situated in front of the Occulture collection with clown-like poise. She had been poring down the pages of one of the volumes with rapt attention, a serious expression on her face. She often muttered utterances of "Hmm"s and "I see.."s. Her cartoonish seriousness was so outlandish to other outsiders, with students and staff passing by her exchanging giggles and Raine couldn't help but give up holding in her own. Was she trying to bemuse the people around her? Nobody could really tell. In truth, this was the kind of person Fabiana carried herself out to be, on the regular.

"Rainey!" the older woman beamed upon noticing the younger woman's prescence. "You found me. I 'spose it wasn't that hard; these magazines attract me to them like flies to a Vileplume." She posed, turning around briskly, hands on her hips and looked towards Raine, who was now in front of her. She asked, "What's got ya gigglin' this early?"

Raine blinked, her face mottled with a faint pink. "N-nothing really. You must really like this magazine huh?" She could hear her voice crack when she asked.

"I love me some Occulture!" Fabiana responded. "And some manga. But that's only when I can go on break during my second gig." That's right, Raine recalled. Fabiana worked two jobs. When she wasn't carrying out her duties at the library, Fabiana was at her post at the cafeteria's register. It was curious to Raine that her supervisor took two jobs, but she wasn't one to pry. A brief silent spell followed, which was soon broken by her supervisor.

Fabiana blinked, then smiled, her face inching closer to Raine's and curioisty followed her. "Oh?" Her signature red heart earrings spun as she moved. It was hard to believe they were as light and hollow as Raine was told, they sure looked heavy.

Raine blinked even more then blushed. "W-what!? What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Fabiana giggled. "Pardon me for starin'. It's just. You're really pretty."

Raine couldn't bring herself to words. Were they going to get to even doing their job at this point or what? "Excuse me? Miss Fabiana… um…" she asked in her characteristically soft voice.

"It kinda just occurred to me all of a sudden." Fabiana remarked. "Your skin's really clear and it looks like you take care of yourself. That's important." She said this very matter of factly. It was very apparent that Fabiana seemed to run to the beat of her own drum, bouncing off one topic to the next.

Raine was taken aback somewhat. She had always considered herself very plain, somewhat average, always blending in. Fabiana did not seem the type to take notice of girls like her. Women like her, worldly, pretty, likely to have lots of lived experience; seemed like people from another planet. Her smile beamed with bright intensity, and it took all it could for Raine not to fold by how small and meek it made her feel. "Um.."

Fabiana chuckled."It's no worries! Sorry, I tend to get distracted a lot. Ol' Feef runs to the rhythm of her own drum. The archives room needs some help since they've been re organizin' it. Why don't we pay 'em a visit?" and the two of them went off, downstairs into a concealed entranceway where students and guests wouldn't be able to see. They hauled boxes upon boxes of manila folders and old artifacts that no doubt had some significance to the academy's long storied history.

The two of them were only asked to take care of the transportation of boxes from the archives to a storage room, so when that was said and done, Fabiana gave her goodbyes to her co-workers and Raine. No doubt, she was likely heading off to "organize" the Occulture section again, or so Raine assumed.

Raine was completely unaware of how many hours had passed since the morning began. It was now well past noon and the sun was beginning to show signs of cooling down. Her shifts were considerably shorter than that of her supervisors, so she wondered if she should spend the rest of it putting back check ins, as she had grown accustomed to, or seeing if the reference desk needed anyone to cover for them while they could use a well needed break.

Just as she was about to take a step forward out to the main library corridor, a voice from below where she had stood stopped her. "You're the intern right? Could you come here for a bit?"

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Evening and a golden sunset now blanketed the city of Mesagoza with its gilded shimmer. Fabiana took a yawn, stretched her arms, and rubbed her hands and forearms, they were sore from the repeated motions of shelving ad nauseum. Her curiosity got the better of a greedy her, and she wanted to know if anything of interest was unearthed in the archive room. She went down the secret stairway to the concealed hall and found that Raine was on her knees, scrubbing the floors with a wet washcloth.

"Where is everyone else?" Fabiana asked. Her entrance was so sudden to Raine, that the teal haired woman nearly stumbled backwards into the bucket of soapy water she used to dip the wash cloth in. "Miss Fabiana! I didn't hear you come in!"

"Why are you still here?" Fabiana asked. "It's past 6:30. Doesn't your day end at 4:30?" She noted the bucket, washcloth, and a mop situated in the corner of the room.

"They're having me wax the floors, but its taking me longer than I expected to clean them up to prep them." Raine took a break from scrubbing and wiped her wrist against her forehead. Fabiana crouched down to meet her; both women heard an audible crack come from the pink haired woman's lower back as she took the washcloth and scrubbed in Raine's stead.

"You're fine with this?" Fabiana asked of her younger contemporary. "It seems like they're making you do extra work you didn't ask to do."

"It's fine…" Raine said with her soft voice. "I figured that picking up some extra grunt work would do me good… I want to make a good impression." Then, with uncertainty in her stomach, "I want to make it clear to everyone that I want this job.. that I want to be a full timer when I graduate." Her mouth trembled as she stood to stretch and Fabiana stopped scrubbing.

"I don't think this- this making you wax the floor of the room has much to do with that." Her tone was unusually serious. "I know the ladies who asked you to do this, because I've seen them ask you to take out the trash and file things past your work hours. Those aren't your duties when you clock out. They're just using you."

Raine blinked, unsure of what to say next. Something about her co-worker seemed off, like she dropped a facade. Fabiana continued, "At the end of the day, a job is a job. You should be able to go home when you clock out. You owe it to yourself to voice your feelings and concerns. It's okay to say 'no' to things."

"You're being picked on for being the new kid."

Was she really? Raine had gained a new perspective she wasn't conscious of. Fabiana had her put away the cleaning supplies, and reassured her that the archival team that was originally meant to clean the room would do it.

At home, Raine went to bed, the usually cheerful woman's stern words re-playing in her mind like a tape recording. It was true. Raine had spent most of her life as a doormat. It took the realization of the quirky beauty of the library to snap Raine to reality.

But what did it matter? Her own Pokemon didn't seem to mind, but they also didn't really see her when she was at work. Unsure of what to do the next day now that Fabiana unofficially relinquished her from floor waxing duty, she grabbed hold of her Raichu Maribelle, who was already dozing off, and joined her in deep slumber…

[lover-of-mine]

The way I'm debating posting for fuck it Friday one of Buck's monologues that had me crying on my keyboard so hard I had to stop writing kspakpakapakapaka

[ghost-town-story]

Wool

"Remind me to never trust your word again," they said, pulling off the sweater and throwing it as far as they could. "I don't care how warm it is, wool fucking sucks."

[typicalopposite]

fuck it friday <3

Thank you @bidisasterevankinard for the tag and @ironspiderdad12 for the TEN emojis! (I found five more on another post I am so sorry for missing them!) so in place of counting the fifty sentence imma just give you a big snippet from the new Tommy post break up mpreg!

title: Hopes & Fears

He’ll be fine … eventually.

For now, he goes back into work feeling like shit… and looking like it too– as pointed out by everyone. “What the hell, Kinard?” Captain Torrence looks him over in what could either be disgust or concern, but Tommy is too exhausted from getting hardly any sleep in his time off to worry about which it is. “You’re not going up like this,” Torrence concludes, hearing none of Tommy’s arguments that he is fine. 

So Tommy is left on the ground all shift. He drinks another of his shakes to sustain the hunger of not packing a lunch, and passes the time the team is out on calls hitting the in-house gym– it's not as nice as the 118’s. Nothing about Harbor is even comparable to the 118, not as it is now anyway. He lifts weights and does squats and burpees and any other workout he can think of until his body is sore and cramping up. By the end of shift he is getting odd looks from everyone, especially his captain. 

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

He stops by the pharmacy on his way home to pick up more of the protein shakes, since he has gone through the pack fairly quickly. He rounds the corner to where the tests are, glancing over at them as he passes. There’s a single test that's only a few dollars… He could just– No. His stomach growls from lack of being properly fed so he hurries home to fill it with more artificial nutrients. 

His next shift he makes sure to keep up his appearance so he’s not man behind again. The facade is exhausting to uphold but he manages– he all but collapses when he steps through his door… but it’s fine.

He is fine. 

He stops by the pharmacy a couple days later, and feels his heart seize up when they are out of the butter pecan flavor. “No… no no no…” he gasps, moving the vanilla and chocolate shakes to the side, checking behind them for a lone pack of butter pecan. “Oh, come on…” Tears start to burn his eyes and he feverishly tries to blink them away. He could come back tomorrow… but he needs them today. He could get a different flavor… but he doesn’t want a different flavor. 

“Is everything okay, sir?” An associate– the same from before– asks, and again Tommy jolts from shock. “I am so sorry!” she exclaims.

“It’s– it’s okay. I’m okay. I’m fine…” Tommy says– Tommy lies. 

“Are you sure?” she presses, then follows his gaze to the empty spot on the shelf. “I could check in the back for you?” The offer shouldn’t make the tears come harder… but it does. He nods, and she smiles kindly at him. “I’ll be right back.”

Some other customers wander onto the aisle, and he quickly walks away, rubbing at his eyes, to avoid more perception. He rounds to the aisle with the pregnancy tests, and even though he should go somewhere else– somewhere he belongs… because he doesn’t belong on this aisle with something he doesn’t even need– he stays and looks at them. He reads the packaging for each option as best as he can without actually taking one off the shelf. 

“Here you go,” the associate– Gena, he reads on her name tag now that he’s not busy running away from her– says, returning with a couple packs of the butter pecan flavor. She stops in front of him, looking from him to the tests and back, before holding the shakes out to him. “Need help with… anything else?”

“Uh, no…” he says, giving one more quick glance at the tests. “This was all. Thanks Gena.” 

“You are very welcome…” 

“T- Tommy.”

“You are very welcome Tommy,” she reiterates, with a friendly smile. “If we’re ever out just let me know and I’ll gladly hunt them down in the back for you.”

It’s the first non-hostile interaction he’s had with… anyone… in a while. It’s nice… For the first time he thinks he’s fine, and he actually feels fine. He pays for the shakes, and goes home. The house is so quiet and lonely… Maybe what he needs is a friend… as cliche and just depressingly sad as that sounds. He calls up Sal.

Sal is unavailable due to two of his three kids, and his wife, having strep… he is in charge of running the house and playing nurse. He grumbles about it to Tommy until the coughing and soft crying in the background has him excusing himself to go handle everything. Tommy sighs and tries Lucy next.

She is in Vancouver on vacation with her new girlfriend. He didn’t even know she was in a relationship… Oh how things change when you no longer see each other nearly everyday. He should have expected it, though; look at how things ended with Hen, and with Howie– they had gotten so close. After he went to Harbor he never really spoke to Hen again, and Howie had become a once in a blue moon out for drinks, or classic movie night friend-- more like acquaintance. “Hey,” Lucy says softly, breaking him out of his thoughts. “You okay? Do I– do I need to come home? You need me to come kick someone's ass?” 

Tommy forces out a laugh. “No… I– I’m fine.” He has to be fine… this is going to eventually kill him if he can’t convince even himself that he is fine. “I’m fine,” he repeats. “Enjoy your trip, Luce. We can… get together once you're back.” He says it with such conviction, he doesn’t believe it even a little. 

He decides against calling Howie… or Hen… or Eddie… After he broke up with Evan, he hasn’t spoken to anyone from the 118... no need to start now.

He stares at his contacts– scrolls through until he finds Evan’s contact… it says Buck now. It doesn’t even have an emoji, or a contact picture. Just Buck. He almost calls him… He thinks hearing his voice might be enough... he settles for a video he still has saved in his phone instead. 

It's a video of Evan feeding ducks. The evening sun sinking in the distance, painting the sky the most beautiful colors… such a fitting background for such a beautiful person. Evan, with his eyes twinkling and joyful, a bag of stale bread in one hand and a handful of broken off pieces in the other. He tossed them out to the ducks that were swimming around in the lake. A momma and her babies come out of the water and begin waddling towards him and you would have thought he’d just been given the greatest gift in the world. 

“Tommy look!!” He practically squeaks, breaking some of the pieces into smaller ones for the babies. “Hi there baby,” he coos at one of them, the duckling chancing its luck by stepping up onto Evan’s shoe, it looks up at him and his smile is of pure bliss. Just seeing his smile gave Tommy pure bliss. Tommy records him feeding and talking to the ducklings until he runs out of bread. Only then does he look over and notice the phone aimed at him. “Seriously,” he laughs, jogging over to Tommy to move the camera out of the way for a kiss. 

“What? You’re so adorable, I couldn’t help myself…” Tommy said, the ending muffled by Evan’s lips before the video cuts off. Tommy restarts it; he needs to hear Evan’s voice again… and again… and again… Until his phone’s battery is drained, and he has cried all his body will physically allow him to cry, and he finally falls asleep

He manages being fine for another week.

Another week of ignoring everyone’s judgmental looks at work. Another week of ignoring his body’s drastic changes; convincing himself it’s from his efforts in eating less, drinking more— more water, more protein shake, occasionally more alcohol… sometimes one right after another. Another week of denial and avoidance of a particular aisle in a particular pharmacy every time he needs a new case of his butter pecan flavored shakes. (Poor Gena has finally given up asking if he needs help.)

Then just how not fine he is catches up to him. 

He is mid-flight, responding to a call. He is thousands of feet in the air. He is— he was fine… and then he’s not. 

“Take over,” he says, voice low and a little shaky. Of course it’s none other than his favorite transfer in the cockpit with him. 

“The fuck do you mean take over?” 

“The fuck do you think I mean? Take. Over.” He feels hot and clammy and suddenly his flight suit is skin tight and midway through trying to get it opened he starts to feel like he’s about to– His head suddenly falls forward and a hand slaps against his chest shoving him back against his seat. “What the hell, Kinard!?” Kyle’s voice booms through his headset.

He refuses being dropped off at the hospital, but ‘I’m fine’ is no longer cutting it with his captain who is seeing red when they return to the hangar. Tommy feels like a child being scolded as the older man paces behind his desk, randomly stopping to glare up at Tommy, who is sitting stoically silent, fiddling with his thumbs. “Go home,” Torrence finally says, and before Tommy can open his mouth to speak, a hand is thrown up to silence him. “Son, when I took this position… Collier couldn’t sing your praises enough. A damn good pilot, hard ass worker, dependable, smart, a little standoffish and guarded but you’ll get used to it.” He looks at Tommy and sighs. “I’ve seen the man Collier was talking about, and I know this–” He waves his hand towards Tommy and shakes his head. “I don’t know what exactly is going on with you, but this is not the same pilot from when I started.”  

“Cap I–” 

“I swear to God if you say you’re fine…” Torrence snaps. He was actually going to say he was sorry, instead he just clamps his mouth shut. “I can not have you passing out in the air. Whatever this is, has become a safety risk for not only you but your team as well. Take your 48 and get it figured out… take longer if you need… but don’t come back to work until it is.”

So Tommy hangs his head. He doesn't argue, because what argument did he even have? He knows he's been neglecting his health, and he very likely would have crashed had he not had a copilot with him. He avoids looking up as he exits the hangar; he can feel all eyes on him anyway. He can hear Kyle scoff from over by one of the birds. He has the strongest urge to get in his truck, leave, and never come back– regardless of what he finds out. 

Instead he drives to the pharmacy. 

He walks in and goes straight to the dreaded aisle, passes the tests, stops at the end and walks back… passing them again. He may or may not, but definitely does this multiple times. Sometimes stopping and looking at the tests for a moment, before continuing on his way. Sometimes almost reaching out and just grabbing one. Never committing… always ends with him running (well, walking quickly) away before he does something drastic. He doesn’t even know why his brain keeps dwelling on this. He is not. He can not be. He would know. How would he not– He starts to pass them, sees a couple turning onto the aisle and turns to go the other way… nearly colliding with Gena. “Oh! Shit, I– I’m sorry…” he says backing away, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. “I just was…”

“Looking for something?” she glances over at the tests, and offers a soft smile. 

“Oh… no. No, I–” Tommy’s mouth feels dry, his heart is pounding. The couple grab one of the boxes without even examining them– without even a second thought on the matter. They turn and walk away and for some reason that’s what causes a crack in the dam that has been desperately trying to hold everything back. “I- I mean… It's been almost half a year. There’s no way, right? I’m overthinking this, right? I– I would have known by now… r- right?!” He starts to pace, and Gena just quietly listens. “So I– I’ve gained a little weight… and– and I get a little extra tired… S- So what if I like tuna nachos…” Gena raises her brows and the words are just pouring out of Tommy faster than he can formulate them coherently. “A- And if I’m a little emotional,” he says, voice breaking. “Well, I have gone through the w- worst break up… of my entire life, and–” he stops to catch his breath– to laugh at himself for being so weak. “–and I did it to myself. I left him. I left Evan. I’m an idiot! Of course I’m emotional about that…” He frantically wipes at his eyes, and tries to control his breathing– neither do much of anything. “I c- can’t be,” he says. “I can’t be; because if I am then that means it’s his, a- and I–” 

He finally looks at the tests. 

He finally takes off the rose colored glasses. 

The dam finally breaks. 

Gena doesn’t say a word, just grabs a test off the shelf. “Listen… Do you have someone to take this with?” she asks, placing the box in Tommy’s shaking hands.

He looks down at it and tries to blink back the new rush of tears, just pushing them over and down his cheeks instead. He shakes his head. “I don’t have anyone…” he whispers. “Not anymore…”

Gena dips her head so he’ll look at her and smiles, squeezing the hand holding the test. “Well you do now. Come on,” she says softly, leading him towards the back of the store. 

She takes him into the associate's restroom and locks the door behind them. It’s spacious and actually really nice. Tommy almost laughs at how the basic stalls of the customer restroom pales in comparison– almost. She opens the test, takes out the little stick and pulls the cap off the bristles– handing both to Tommy and motioning for him to take them to a stall. He does, feeling like he is functioning on autopilot, unable to do much more than what he’s told. He pees on the stick… slips the cap on and walks out to the sink to wash his hands. 

He really should have turned it over when he sat it on the counter because his curiosity betrays him and he glances at it without thinking, seeing a dark line already visible in the result window. “What…” he gasps, already feeling out of breath, picking the test up to see better. Gena comes over and looks as well, but doesn’t speak. “That– That’s the control line… right?” She remains silent, and a few seconds later the actual control line appears. Tommy feels all the blood drain from his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Could you, uhm… go get another test.”

Gena gives him a sympathetic smile, and nods. Returning with a pack of three.

He takes them all. They all deliver the same result. An extremely dark positive line that shows up before the control line is even activated. “What’s the chance that they’re all wrong…” he asks… knowing the answer.

“Very slim,” Gena replies, a comforting hand placed on Tommy’s back.

Tommy stares down at the four tests; the four positive tests. “Oh god…” he gasps, suddenly feeling light headed and nauseous. Gena helps him over to an armchair in the corner of the room and he collapses onto it. “Douchebag Kyle was right…” he chokes out a laugh laced in a sob. “He was right… I’m actually… I– I’m such an idiot… Why didn’t I test sooner…” 

“You’re not an idiot, Tommy…” Gena says softly. She pulls the second chair over and sits in front of him. “You said it’s been almost half a year?” He wipes at his eyes, and nods. “Have you not felt any movement?” 

Tommy’s head snaps up. “Oh my god… I– I haven’t. I haven’t… Have– Have I…” He tries to think back… he can’t recall a single time. He presses his hand into his chest, attempting to stop his heart from beating itself free. “I’ve been working this whole time… I’ve been working out… I haven’t been eating. I–” his eyes widen in horror. “I’ve been drinking… I– I–”

Gena leans closer, and takes Tommy’s hands. “Shhh… breathe…” she instructs. Breathing is the last concern Tommy has at the moment. Why should he get to if he–

“What if I h- hurt the baby?” he gasps. “B- Buck wants to be a dad so badly… he would have been so happy. And– and now I’ve…” 

“Tommy, don't do that to yourself,” Gena says. “You don’t know–”

“Exactly! I don’t know!” he cries. “I would be over halfway through this pregnancy and I didn’t even know. Now I have to tell Evan–”

“Wait…” Gena cuts him off. “I’m sorry, but who are you saying the other father is… Evan or– or Buck?” 

Tommy feels his cheeks heat up, and dips his head. “It’s the same person…” he explains. “Everyone calls him Buck… I called him Evan– his actual name. I stopped when we broke up– when I broke up with him…”

Gena is silent for a moment. “O- Okay… and Evan, or Buck– he would be happy about this? He’d be supportive?” Tears well back up into Tommy’s eyes, because of course he would be. He sniffles, and nods. “Then that’s good! Then once you figure out what’s going on, it will be easier to tell him.” Tommy lifts his eyes to her, scared. “You have to tell him, Tommy.” 

“I– I know… but what if I did hurt this– this baby… his baby… o- our baby.” Tommy runs a hand over his stomach and feels sick at how blatantly obviously pushed out it already is. He’d told himself he was bloated, it was a beer belly, it was stress weight– it was their baby all along… and he’d failed to take care of it. Evan’s going to hate him; hate him even more, anyway…

“Look,” Gena says, squeezing Tommy’s hand. “I can’t guarantee you everything is going to be okay… but I can point you in the direction of a good doctor, and help you get set up with an appointment, if you’d like.”

“You– You’d do that… for me?” 

“Of course!” Gena smiles brightly. She grabs some kleenex from the table beside them and hands them to Tommy. “That’s what friends are for… even brand new ones.”

Tommy dabs at his eyes, and manages a smile back. At least– if nothing else good comes from this– he has made a friend. 

<3<3<3<3<3

no pressure tags forrrr @30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @nine-one-wanton @sunnywithachanceofbi @herrmannhalsteadproduction

@silversky9 @somethingaboutfirefly @beanarie @hyperfocusthusly @onthewaytosomewhere

@chococara25 (since you seem interested lol) @unhingedangstaddict aaaand @quintessenceofdust88 <3

[qirongisabrat]

wip ask game!!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

Got tagged by @altruistic-meme @formiito I can't tell u how much i wanted to do this :3 imma yappper what can I say 👉👈

Currently the ones in pink hv been alr replied to and I hv attached the link of those posts🫶

Alr so:

☆ Office Au choco vanilla

☆ Artist zai muse chuuya

☆ Fem skk rockstar au [and one more post abt it]

☆ Dazai vs Ranpoe

☆ chuuya the lucky one

☆ looks like the stars might fall any second now [pianoman x lippman]

☆ Literature prof. Zai x museum curator Chuuya

☆ Meteor shower

☆ cupid zai

☆ chef zai x patissier chuuya

☆ sskk vampire

For now this is enuf ig 🫡 I do hv 40 ideas in total but we'll suppress them.

Edit: got tagged again.

Tag: @multjverse @sicklyworm @monsterswithinme @mavis-vi

[skye-the-dragon]

WIP folder game!

I don’t actually have a WIP folder, I just have folders for different fandoms I’m in cuz I (mostly) remember which ones are complete or not lmao

But, anyway, here are four of them! I know the rules say “share all of them”, but most of my writing is very self-indulgent and I am anxious about sharing it for the most part, so I’m not gonna do that sadly, apologies ;-;

Also technically I’m not breaking the rules since I don’t actually have WIP folders… loophole exploited

Bg3:

- Elden Gate

- Serene Moments

Tolkien-verse:

- Vamir’s Darkness

- Different (WIP name as well for this one)

Tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening :3

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Imma tag… @en-art-crimes @marchwardenofmordor @trash-ainu and @raptorrobot ! (Don’t feel pressured to do this tho, and apologies for the tag)

And, of course, anyone else who wants to join in!

[fieldofdaisiies]

read below for a small snippet | read the whole fic on ao3 | masterlist

“I'm waiting up, saving all my precious time Losing light, I'm missing my same old us Before we learned our truth too late Resigned to fate, fading away” (Lewis Capaldi)

His head rests heavy against the doorframe, eyes downcast, burning with unshed tears, his heart yearning for what shall never be his. Her.

Beron‘s voice resonates throughout the room, loud and harsh, resembling the slaps that Eris is often victim to. The heir lifts his head, watching in horror how she is becoming the centre of Beron‘s anger. Ada. The High Lord‘s scribe. Eris‘ mate. Although the latter information is secluded only for Eris. Ada just like everyone else should never find out – the risk that comes along with it is not worth taken. No one can find out. Especially not Beron. Not after what had been done to little Lucien’s lover. It‘s not worth it. Her life is his priority. Always.

“Focus!” Beron barks and smacks his palm flat onto the table. The female in the chair in front of him shivers. Visibly cowering beneath the High Lord. Her hand is shaking, holding the black pen tightly clasped in her hand, knuckles white.

Fury, burning hot anger, blazes through Eris‘ veins and he straightens his posture, then rolls back his shoulders, almost as if getting into a fighting stance. 

Ada has noticed the movement. She lifts her chin the slightest bit and her eyes of hazel brush Eris‘. He can’t place the emotion he sees there and before he can discern it, her chin lowers and she continues to write.

“Faster,” Beron commands them. He straightens up, turns away from her to walk to the window in his office. “Such a disgraceful female should be lucky that she gets to work for me, don’t make me regret hiring you. And you—” He spins on his heels, gaze sharp and piercing as it lands on his oldest. “You are dismissed, Eris.”

“But father—”

“But father,” Beron mocks with a sneer. “I said you are dismissed, now get out of my sight.” His voice is loud that Ada cowers, knuckles turning white from how tightly she clasps the writing feather in her pale hand.

“Out!” Eris only takes one step back and the door falls shut behind him, or rather right into his face. But he won’t give up so easily.

continue on ao3

Eris x OC tags: @sunshinebingo @tarataraaaa @brekkershadowsinger @azriels-mate123 @mandziaaa @cosmic-whispers @elsie-bells @imma-too-many-fandoms @kuraikei @ginnyweasley06  @bubnix  @powerfulpantera @secret-third-thing @bookishbroadwaybish @mali22 @elsie-bells @the-darkestminds @jules-writes-stories @mistandmemories @brunetterebel010 @chunkypossum

@erisweekofficial💛

[that-was-anticlimactic]

wip ask!!!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

tagged by @ryuvnosuke and @frankenjoly <3

bringing all my stories home to you (bnha)

blue like a phosphorous flame, burning silently

to thine own self be true

i think of monoma to get hard

i hear the walls repeating

manly in the dark

darling, your war's not ended

kaminari & an ant

in which bakugou yells at momo bc cartoon cats

it made me think of you (because it's pretty)

quench the flame like it's a game with drops of water

hope & despair: stage play iida breakdown

we paint white roses red, each shade from a different person’s head (bsd)

memories we've sewn

to the sky i'd throw it

there's something that's beautiful, being awake for my funeral

you're gonna find that you're beautiful as you feel

you're the part of me that makes me better

imma love you all night long (but you gotta do wrong)

chuuya's throwing shoes & they're cursing

slipping (ninjago)

tagging (no pressure): @ninja-go-to-therapy (reread like all of damage yesterday for no reason other than cole feelings so you were on my mind sorry ytfgyhuji), @bnesszai (sorry if you've already been tagged uygfvyhu), @hella1975 (you just put touya on my dash kinda so you are also on my mind huygfcgyhu)

[voidoffline]

Dear fellow missclick fanfic enjoyers,

I am currently writing a decently long oneshot. I know not what the final word count will be, all I know is it’s currently 25k words long and I am not here near finished.

I have had au ideas before involving these two disaster gays. I have spoken about them here on tumblr. But I realized I haven’t yet talked much about it here. I’ve mentioned and talked about it on discord servers, to an irl friend who isn’t into the qsmp yet has access to the doc as I write it. But I haven’t told others! And I think that’s a shame. I love when people talk about their aus, whether or not they’re out yet. So Imma talk a little bit about it here! Under the cut;

-Sincerely, someone who has ruined their sleep schedule to write

—————

Okay!! Here’s the original summary I wrote;

‘ Au where Mariana is the devil and Charlie summoned her to try and get her to kill him, but instead, she spends her time trying to convince Charlie to not die ’

And now what I will probably put as the summary for when I post this fic on ao3;

‘ The devil is real.

And he isn’t some little red man with horns and a tail.

He can be beautiful…

Because he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be god's favorite.

And now he’s in Charlie’s living room demanding that he make him a sandwich, meanwhile Charlie just wants to die. ’

So the premise of this fic is that it’s a modern day au where demons and angels exist. Charlie is really fucking sad, and believes in god. He believes himself to be a horrible person, but after speaking to so many others asking if he’ll go to hell - everyone always tries to convince him he won’t. And ‘unfortunately’ for Charlie, that sows enough doubt into his self-hatred, that he decides there’s only one other way to assure he goes to hell when he dies without needlessly harming others.

He summons a demon.

Mariana, a demon/devil who’s also a fallen angel, does not want to kill Charlie. So he invades the mortals house with a deal; He will kill Charlie, if Charlie lets him stay on Earth as a sort of vacation. And when he leaves to go back to hell, he will drag Charlie’s soul down with him

It’ll all be in Charlie’s pov and it will have a happy ending!

It will be a pretty fucking heavy fic though. Fluff and angst as Charlie’s mental state is a horrendous one. Causing him to have delusions, hallucinations, nightmares that blend into reality, and serious fucking dissociation at times. Very much derailization of the mind

The name of this fic is called “What do you do if the devil doesn’t want to kill you?”

I also actually have a Spotify playlist made based on this AU called ‘What to do if the devil doesn’t kill you’

Here on tumblr I’ll probably tag this as…… hm I came ill prepared. ‘Devil doesn’t au’ yeah sure that’s stupid but I can’t come up with anything better.

Lastly! If you have any questions about this au or wanna see lil snippets, you can send me an ask right here on tumblr or just in the replies or reblogs of this post. That’s all! Hope you guys will like this au when it comes out. I know all of us missclick duo enjoyers are typically starving lmao