#maybe at best i’ll post snippets of it here just to get it out of my system 🤷🏽‍♀️

[luvuomi]

you know your writing juice is running low when you’re hoping from one scene to the next or spacing out mid-writing

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @diazsdimples @tizniz @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz 💖

a little more of the cheating fic and finally an eddie and buck scene lol I feel like I haven't posted them together in this fic in a while haha but I just finished chapter 3 last night (so about halfway done, maybe even more!), and I think I'm mostly happy with it, so here's a lil snippet

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“Chris has been asking about you.” Eddie says, and out of all things, somehow this is not what Buck expected him to say. “You haven’t come over in a while.”

“I-” Buck pauses, forcing himself not to say the first thing at the tip of his tongue, which is something along the lines of ‘oh, so we’re talking again?’, but he doesn’t want to ruin it, not when Eddie’s actually talking to him after way too long. And it’s not like it wasn’t Buck’s fault he stopped. “I didn’t think you’d want me to.” he says instead, quietly and shyly.

“Buck.” Eddie sighs heavily, reaching into his locker for his jacket, still not looking at Buck. “No matter what happened, or is or isn’t gonna happen, you’ll always be our family, you’ll always be important to us, and you’ll always be welcome in our house. Always.” he emphasizes, glances at Buck with those sad eyes, then looks away again. “I don’t wanna ruin that.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t, either. You and Chris are so important to me, Eddie, you have no idea-” he rushes to say, but cuts himself off before he says something he doesn’t mean. Or worse, something he does mean, but can’t take back. “And I- I’m so, so so sorry for risking it all-”

“It wasn’t just you.” Eddie shakes his head, puts his jacket on. Then, finally turns and looks Buck in the eye. “We both made some pretty stupid, shitty decisions, and I’m sorry, too. That wasn’t how this should’ve happened. If at all.” he adds quickly, blushing. Shit. Eddie wanted that, he still does, and he- what if he loves Buck? What if Buck’s being a dumbass and refusing what could be the best thing in his life? “Listen,” Eddie says after a second, with a heavy sigh, “take all the time you need to figure shit out, but just tell me whenever you decide what you want, like I said. I’ll always be here, Buck. And I’ll always-” he stops, shakes his head again. “But now, can we just…?” he trails off, waving his hand between them, gesturing vaguely. Buck chuckles, always understanding Eddie even without words.

“Yeah, we can.” he can’t help a relieved sigh. It’s all getting back on track.

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[forest-hashira]

Too Much

hi everybody! since today is our girl shinobu's birthday (in the states, at least!), i figured it was the perfect time to post this fic! it's my piece for @satorini's Share The Love gift exchange! the prompt i chose was "comforting an s/o during an autistic meltdown" and is for @redlikerozez, so red, i hope you enjoy this! i am also autistic, so i used my own experiences with meltdowns as the basis for this.

read on ao3 here | wc: ~1.5k | cw: gender neutral reader, shinobu is referred to as reader's girlfriend, descriptions of overstimulation, emotional hurt/comfort (sort of, very light)

It really was all just too much. 

Having completed your most recent mission, you had returned to corps headquarters, eager for both some rest and some time with your girlfriend, Shinobu. Though the two of you agreed to keep your relationship quiet and private, for the most part, it was far from a casual fling. You relied on each other for comfort and companionship, and spent as much of your time together as you could when you were both between missions. 

Exhaustion weighed heavily on you as you approached the butterfly mansion, and you barely managed not to topple over when you stopped in the genkan to remove your shoes. There was more commotion inside than usual, kakushi around to help the girls with butterfly hair pins that fluttered from room to room. Before you could call out to anyone, ask if Shinobu had returned from her own mission, Aoi spotted you swaying on your feet.

“Are you badly hurt?” she asked, and her no-nonsense demeanor helped to ground you a great deal in that moment.

It took a beat before you fully processed her words, but once you did, you shook your head. “No, just some scrapes and bruises.” The younger girl nodded, but before she could say anything else, you asked, “Is Kocho here?”

“She’s tending to patients at the moment,” Aoi said, then softened a bit; apparently your disappointment was more obvious than you hoped. “But as soon as I see her again, I’ll let her know you’ve arrived. I’ll take you to a room where you can rest.”

You nodded again, following after her on heavy feet. The further into the house you stepped, the louder every noise grew, and the more all of your senses sharpened unpleasantly: you could practically feel the soft footsteps of everyone else in the mansion on the inside of your skull; the snippets of conversation you caught sent your skin crawling; every time a door slid open or shut was like a loud clap right in your ears; even the smell of the place – clean and vaguely herbal – had your stomach twisting itself into knots. 

So lost in your own sensory displeasure, you didn’t notice when Aoi stopped walking, and you apologized after you bumped into her.

“Lay down for some rest” she encouraged, her brows pinched in concern. “I’ll inform Lady Kocho that you’re here.”

Unable to gather enough energy to properly answer the girl, you simply stepped into the room, climbing onto the nearest empty bed and collapsing onto your back, without even bothering to pull the blanket over yourself. 

Not for the first time, all traces of sleep dissolved from your brain and body as soon as your head hit the pillow, though your exhaustion remained, settled into the very marrow of your bones. You closed your eyes, hoping maybe you’d be able to get some rest while you waited for your girlfriend, even if you didn’t actually fall asleep. 

Unfortunately, though, closing your eyes did not make rest any easier; in fact, it only seemed to intensify all the sounds and smells that had already begun to grate on your nerves before you laid down. You decided to ignore it for now, focusing on your breathing, which you did your best to keep deep and even, but every inhale through your nose filled your head with more and more of the medicinal smell that had your stomach threatening to throw a fit. At the same time, every sound in the mansion seemed magnified, as if they were all happening right there in the room you’d been led to. Every breeze through an open window, every spoken exchange echoing in the halls, every cough or groan of pain from another patient, everything was working together to tip you over the edge, to overwhelm you in the worst way possible. 

It’s too much.

Grabbing the pillow from beneath your head, you turned onto your side, your back facing the door, and hugged the pillow to your chest. You buried your face in the pillow, hoping it would help tone down the smell, and while you did find some mild success with that, the fabric of the pillowcase had its own scent that was distinct enough that it only further fried your senses. The hand not clinging to the pillow came up to cover your ear, and without even realizing it, you curled even further in on yourself, your knees pressing as close to your chest as the pillow would allow. Despite how odd the position was, you started rocking back and forth ever so slightly, trying anything you could to self regulate, though it was not helping as much as you hoped, and it wasn’t long until tears were soaking into the pillow case, your thought racing a mile a minute. 

Too much, too much, too much.

The soft sound of your name pulled your attention slightly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. You were vaguely aware of the door to your room being shut, as carefully and quietly as possible, before footsteps approached your bed. 

“Can you open your eyes for me, flower?”

Shinobu, you thought, her familiar voice sending a wave of relief through your body. After a moment, you did manage to lift your face from where you had buried it in the pillow, your now-bloodshot eyes meeting her violet ones.

“There you are,” she greeted, a gentle smile on her face as she knelt at your bedside. “Feeling overwhelmed?”

You tensed slightly, then nodded, knowing logically that she wasn’t going to judge you for this – she never had in the past – but it didn’t make being seen in this vulnerable state any less anxiety-inducing. 

She nodded back. “Sounds?” she asked gently, and you nodded again. “Smells?” Another nod. “Textures?” This time you shook your head, thankful that, for once, the feeling of your slayer’s uniform on your skin wasn’t adding to your painfully overstimulated state. “Alright, I can work with that.”

Next thing you knew, the Insect Hashira was offering you a bloom you knew she must have just cut from the garden; after a moment longer, it registered that it was your favorite flower she was holding towards you.

“Deep breath,” she instructed quietly, breathing in slowly and deeply to give you an example to follow.

Breathing in the delicate scent of the blossom helped push away the unpleasant smells caught up in your head, and the slow, deep breaths your girlfriend guided you through helped some of the tension melt from your shoulders, and you were able to finally unclench your jaw.

“Very good,” Shinobu praised, her small smile returning as she set the cut bloom on the bedside table. “Is it okay to touch?”

You hesitated a moment, then shook your head; you still couldn’t quite find your words, but it wasn’t anything that your partner hadn’t worked through with you before.

“That’s okay. Can I put the pillow back under your head? I think you’ll be more comfortable that way.” She waited until she received a nod in response, and she stood, being very careful not to actually touch you as she coaxed the pillow from your arms, fluffed it briefly, then placed it back on the bed after you lifted your head a bit to give her the space to put it down. “Better?”

“Hmm,” was the only answer you could manage, but she could tell that you were already more relaxed than you had been when she had entered the room, so she felt assured that she was helping you like you needed. 

“Will you be alright if I leave for a moment to get you some tea?” The hashira watched you closely as she awaited an answer, and when you gave her yet another nod, she smiled, murmuring that she would be right back, then left the room, making sure the door slid open and shut again as silently as possible. 

For the brief amount of time she was gone, you managed to unfurl from your position on the bed and sit up properly, legs hanging over the edge as you stared down at the floor, eyes tracing patterns in the hardwood.

Before she opened the door, Shinobu knocked lightly and gently called your name, and she smiled when she saw you sitting up on your own. “Can I sit?” 

“Yes,” you said, patting the empty space beside you. When she lowered herself to sit on the bed, you smiled at her, murmuring a small thanks as she handed you a small cup of black tea, the rich scent helping further soothe your frayed senses. 

The pair of you sat in silence for a bit as you sipped on your drink, only about an inch of space between your bodies. You set the cup on the bedside table once you finished the tea, and as you settled back into your spot, you lightly rested your head on her shoulder. “Thank you, my butterfly,” you whispered, melting further into her when her slim fingers worked their way into your hair, her nails gently massaging your scalp.

“Anything for you, flower,” she whispered back, dropping a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “Get some rest now, I’ve got you.”

This time when you closed your eyes, sleep was quick to welcome you.

i know this is a pretty big shift from what i've been posting here up to this point, but i'm excited to get back into demon slayer again! i hope you all enjoyed this one as much as you enjoy my other fics, and that you'll continue to read anything else i write for demon slayer in the future (*cough* roaring twenties tengen *cough*)

tagging: @redlikerozez @satorini @mitsuristoleme @kentohours @witchbybirth @marinnnnnnnnn

[catofthecanals289]

i would love a max wants to propose snippet plzzz

i've posted this before ages ago, hope it holds up ;)

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“So, are you going to spend the entire evening on your phone?” Victoria asks, as she sits down on the couch next to him, causing him to reflexively put down his phone –face down.

It’s not really fair of her to tease him like this, not when he literally hasn’t been on his phone all night and only picked it up when she got up to dump their takeout containers in the trashcan of the apartment Max only ever stays in when he has to be in Milton Keynes for more than a day or two in one go. It’s not that he minds hotels and that the apartment feels much different than one with as little time as he spends there, but still. He already lives in hotels half the year it feels like, it’s nice to have a place that he can at least call home even if it’s not. Plus, Victoria likes to use it when she makes a weekend trip to London. Although that has gotten less too, with the two kids and all. Which-

“Have you called him yet?” he asks in counter to her little jab, causing her to roll her eyes.

“These kind of news are best delivered in person.” Gently she places a hand on her stomach, soft smile on her lips, despite the challenging glint in her eyes.

He’s the first person to know, this time, and only because it’s his bathroom she took the test in and Max still feels a little crazy about it all –his little sister being pregnant with her third baby. Only him and her knowing –the only two people in the world. It makes him feel like he’s eight years old again, the both of them whispering secrets to each other under the covers of his bed, trying to block out their parents’ yelling.

No one’s yelling now, and Max isn’t scared. He’s just happy for her. Her and her little family.

It’s not what gave him the idea –he’s been toying with it for a while, if he’s being honest- but it’s what had spurred him to finally typing the words into the search bar, fingertips a little bit sweaty.

“Max?” Victoria says, head tilted slightly. “Where’s your head?”

He snorts. “Right here.”

“Mhm.” She looks at him skeptically, then after a moment, giving him a slight nudge she asks: “Everything good with Daniel?”

Flushing a little, Max nods, his phone feeling hot in his hands. “Uh, yeah. He’s in Surrey today, but he said he’d be here tomorrow. Or maybe tonight, depending how quickly they finish up.”

“Is that why you’ve been glued to your phone?” Victoria asks, teasing tone back in her voice. “Because you’re waiting for him to tell you that he’s on his way?”

“No.”

Max rolls his eyes, for good measure. It’s maybe only half true, because Max is definitely looking forward to Daniel and him being in the same place again, but it’s not what he’s been doing on his phone, which- He shoots her a glance ,hesitant for a moment, before he realizes how fucking stupid that is because it’s Victoria. His little sister. She’s probably the person he’s closest to, right up there with Daniel and his mom. And it’s not like he can tell Daniel about this just yet.

“I’ve been, uhm.” He clears his throat, unlocking his phone again so he can thumb open the website he’s been scrolling through before she interrupted him. “Looking at stuff. At –these.”

He holds out his phone to her.

She takes it, eyes already wide.

“Max…” she says, softly after barely a moment.  “You’re going to-”

“Yes,” he says, and fuck, what a terrifying thing to admit, despite the wave of excitement that surges up inside of him at the thought. It’s crest is made of fear. That Daniel will say no. That he’ll say yes, and Max won’t be good enough for him to not regret it. That it’s a stupid, little fantasy, nothing more, and most of all that-

“-I’ll have to tell dad. About me and Daniel,” he says, as Victoria scrolls down the website, looking at the quite limited number of engagement rings made for men, and the endless selection for women. “I know that. If we get married then- Yeah. And I know that dad isn’t going to like it, but I want-” He exhales, gesturing to his phone. “-that. I want to ask him. And I want him to say yes, and I don’t know. Be fucking married to him.”

He thinks about Daniel wearing a ring on his finger, a ring that Max put there and not just as an expensive gift but as a promise, a vow. He thinks about having a paper signed by the both of them putting a name to what they have that they don’t need but Max wants anyway. He thinks about waking up every morning knowing that Daniel married him. That he looked at Max and just fucking picked him. Chose him. Is choosing him. Every day for the rest of their lives. Or life. Together.

And Max knows, he knows that he doesn’t need a marriage certificate to trust that Daniel is committed to him and it’s not even about that really, knows that his issues, his worries and doubts, they’ll always be there for Max to work on, but he wants it anyway.

He wants to be Daniel’s and for Daniel to be his.

“Max, I think that’s wonderful,” Victoria says, eyes shiny. “Really, really wonderful. Shit.”

Pulling him into a hug, she squeezes him tightly.

“He’s going to say yes, I know it, I just know it,” she says, a she holds her back just as tightly, before letting go. “And dad, he’ll just have to deal. It’ll be fine. It’ll be- Fuck. We need to find a proper ring. Shit. We should go to London tomorrow, go to some actual stores instead of-” She waves dismissively at his phone.

“Daniel’s coming here tomorrow though,” Max reminds her. Or tonight. If I’m lucky, tonight.

“Well, he’ll just have to entertain himself then,” Victoria says, unbothered, a gleeful look on her face. “Fuck. I’m going to have another baby, and you’ll be getting married. And win another world championship. This is going to be our year, Max. You hear me? Our year.”

“Hey. Don’t jinx me. Don’t jinx us,” he says, cheeks flushed, just as his phone buzzes with an incoming text.

It’s from Daniel.

finishing up now! See you in two hours [kiss emoji]

Max can’t help but smile.

hurry is all he texts back.

[thelamb1429]

Soul Train

Eyeless Jack x GN! Reader

<3

This is part of a larger series i’m working on. For now i’m just gonna post lil snippets of the fanfic just to sort of get a feel for how i want the story to go.

This is also probably poorly written/has a lot of grammatical errors because i’m currently pretty sick right now so i’m writing with a scrambled brain atm. I’ll be back to spruce things up when i feel better!

STORY INFO/WARNINGS

Reader is gender neutral

This isn’t necessarily a oneshot, but i don’t know if i plan on posting chapters here on Tumblr when I should probably just post the whole story on another platform so that my art isn’t drowning under tons of stories lol

This part includes: Mentions of death, mentions of death regarding a parent, descriptions of panic, slight mentions of murder

Every single last ounce of oxygen seemed to be sucked from your burning lungs at full force, leaving you on your knees, coughing and retching while the silent vehicle raced down the tracks. Car after car flew over the metal just a few feet from where you knelt. The moment you could breathe enough for your vision to fade back in and your ears to slowly stop ringing, all you could see as far as your eyes traced down the railroad tracks was a never ending train. You sat there for about a minute, but it seemed like the train wasn’t ever going to end.

Nina looped an arm under yours to help you back onto your feet, and you were so out of it that you couldn’t even feel the pointy accessories on her arms and hands poke into your skin. Despite the train in front of you both not emitting a deafening whistle, the rustle of metal on metal was enough to block out any words she tried to get into your head. Everything in front of you moved in slow motion as the weight of the situation set in.

Jack was probably dead now.

You could have saved him.

He probably died thinking that you would get there in time to help.

Once again you went limp in your best friend’s arms, to which she stumbled and struggled to catch your weakened body. Nina eased the both of you onto the grass as the train finally passed and the red glare of the warning lights went dark. Her eyes looked past the tracks onto the dirt road beyond, as if to try and manifest the best case scenario. She wasn’t an optimist by any means, but she knew how much Jack meant to you. You two had been friends for years now, long before you went off to college. While the decked out girl holding onto you had never even met the guy, she felt a cold chill eat away at her spine as it rushed through her nerves, making the rapidly beating heart in her chest speed up with the anxiety caused by the both of you panicking.

But she'd known death much closer than you had. You had lost many loved ones, but her little hobby brought her up close and personal with it several times a week. For once, Nina felt a determination to lead that didn't scare her off. Calling the shots wasn't something that she liked to take charge of, but this was the perfect moment for her to take the lead, to do something helpful for you. She didn't have many friends, especially none that could understand her and handle her like you did.

Maybe helping you get to Jack could help you both strengthen the bond that was weakened by the argument from the week prior to the crisis at hand.

Determined to help, Nina once again hoisted you up and looked you in the eyes.

"[Name], I know that right now you're pissed at me. And I lied to you, I deserve your anger right now. But if we have any chance of getting into that forest and saving Jack, we have to get up and do it now. That cult— or whatever the hell they are— they're dangerous and Jack has no clue.

You love him, right? Then we need to get to him and get him back into your arms, safe and sound.

So take a deep breath and get up already! I can't find him on my own. I don't even know what he looks like!"

Nina pulled at your arms, groaning with the force of exertion she put out as you seemed to stay in place, frozen from the terror of losing the only man who you'd ever considered to have a shred of humanity in him. The only man who befriended you with no ulterior motives. The only man you knew who treated you as an equal.

You weren't gonna lose him. You had to stop mourning for a death you couldn't even confirm.

Much to your best friend's relief, you started running off past the cleared tracks, leading the way towards the countryside where the forest began. Cold, bitter air nipped at both of your bodies and filled your lungs, causing your throats to ache with the icy chill that seeped into you both as you inhaled air.

Contrary to popular belief, Nina was not good at running! She was used to cornering her victims in locations that allowed for her to easily escape and march back to her hidden little cabin in the woods at a leisurely pace. When she wanted to run, she ran pretty fast, but it was obvious that she wasn't used to running for so long. Since she was trying her best to help, you attempted to slow down just a bit so that she could catch up.

After five minutes of running down the road, Nina had to stop to breathe. She gasped for air as he chest heaved, trying to get more oxygen into her burning lungs. She looked up at you, taking in the panic evident on your face when she collapsed. Her mascara ran down her face just a little when her eyes watered from the excessive running.

"Go— you..you need to find him. I'll catch up, just go", she wheezed out as a cough wracked through her body.

The encouragement was all you needed to take off running once again.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in your body that kept you going, masking the ache in your chest and your legs from the constant sprinting you were doing. Maybe it was the fear that if you didn't suck it up and run, that it would be too late. Whatever it was, it caused you to keep running so fast that it felt as if you were gliding through the forest around you.

You had no idea where exactly he was. In fact, you were going in blind. But there was something deep within the core of your very being that seemed to yank you in one direction before leading you towards another.

All you could do was repeat a silent prayer that you hadn't said in years. Not since your mom died.

All you could do was pray to whatever higher being that could exist to let Jack still be alive when you find him.

Credits for the dividers i used go to poicelain and kgymz!! <3

[lemon-towne]

HOLDEN PREVIEW TIMEEEEUHHH

Okay so I’ve realized that I’ve never given yall anything else abt the Michael book (book? Idk maybe an online fic or smthn) other than the potential covers for it

Needles to say I felt bad and so to make it up to yall I’ll post a small snippet of a part in the actual story so here yall go <3333

(Be nice bookie this is a draft, a really rough one so don’t expect a whole lot.)

TW

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“It seems as if you take the things I do for you, MY SON, for granted. Michael I just don’t understand, you’re right; I don’t. But you blatantly refuse to talk to me when you have a problem so how am I supposed to know if something is bothering you?”

She looks at me with a blank expression after that. . .expecting me to answer wrongly. As if I don’t know what I’m talking about.

As if I don’t know how I feel.

“Because you never bother to ask.”

I pause.

“I don’t tell you things because you never even bother to ask. When I do open up to you, you feel the need to tell me I have nothing to be upset over.”

I remain in the same place, just standing there. . .looking down at my mother.

“When I come to you, you lash out on me. You tell me to ‘Just be happy’ to ‘look on the bright side’ or better yet ‘I’ve been on this earth longer than you have, what do you know about the world? You’re still pretty young!’ Well I’m fucking sick of it. .”

The words come out like a flood, it feels like I can’t stop! I want to stop but I can’t, they just keep pouring out of me like river.

Like a damn that was finally broken. First a few drops. . .then a small stream. . .then the rest of the flood.

“You can’t keep telling me to cheer up when there isn’t anything to be happy over anymore ! Fuck man- when was the last time you have asked me ‘How was school today’ ?”

“Don’t you dare get smart with me! Don’t you think I try my best, Michael!?”

She’s screaming now.

“I try my best as a mother to provide you with a home, a bed, clothes to wear, food to eat ! I don’t get a fucking ‘thank you for any of it !”

“Yeah! Mum I think you blatantly forget, that is the bare fucking minimum that you are supposed to do for your child !”

. . . I scream back.

“Thank you for providing the things that I needed as a child ! The shit that I NEEDED, yes ! You could’ve been utterly fucking neglectful but Jesus for you to be emotionally unavailable is just as terrible !”

This was the first time, in a long time that I have seen my mother display such raw emotion. Her face. .i can’t even recognize her face now. It’s all scrunched up and red with anger. It looks as if steam is about to start shooting out of her ears as if she’s some sort of cartoon character.

“All of the sacrifices, all of the time, pain, energy- whatever! I gave up my entire LIFE to raise you as best as I can, your father and I working for hours ! Hardly being home to make sure YOU have a place to rest your head at night ! And you’re right! What the hell do you know about living ? Normally when teenagers complain about wanted to be treated like adults it’s because they ARE being treated as such ! You’re sad ! Okay ! I get it Michael but for fuck sake stop making it everyone else’s problem !”

I had already emotionally disconnected from this conversation. .i start to walk towards the front door, not even looking at Jane anymore.

“Oh where are you going now.”

She says, her voice starting to become quiet

“Out.”

“With whom ?”

“. . .”

“Michael Alex Holden. I know you hear me speaking to you.”

I do. But I don’t say a word. .i don’t say a word as I open the door and I remain silent as I leave the house.

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womp womp hope u like it or wtv

[aristocratic-otter]

Hey y’all. It’s been a rough month, so thank you to all of you who keep tagging me in spite of my silence. And for those of you waiting for new chapters to one of my WIPs, please forgive me. The good news is, I have a week off of work, and I’ll be able to put out new chapters of at least two of my WIPs, as well as the first post from one of those below that you haven’t seen. So stay tuned!

Thank you to : @thewholelemon, @youarenevertooold, @nausikaaa, @wellbelesbian, @cutestkilla, @monbons, @artsyunderstudy, @ileadacharmedlife, @hushed-chorus, @prettygoododds, @whatevertheweather, @angelsfalling16, @noblecorgi, @ic3-que3n, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @alexalexinii, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe,and @blackberrysummerblog for the tags over the last several weeks. 

On to the snippets!

From Saving Simon Snow: (slightly more than six sentences)

I don’t know what I expect when I look at him. Recriminations about my family? I’d deserve them. My father and aunt have been vicious and abusive towards my now-husband. I’ll never be done making that up to him. Or maybe he wants to actually talk about the events of the day? Yesterday, I mean, since the clock has clearly ticked over into a new day.

Whatever I expected, it wasn’t Simon’s blue eyes intensely boring into mine as he says, “Can I kiss you?”

From the Heart in the Well

“You–” I start, and my voice is a croak. I swallow, despite my horror at the liquid still laying on my tongue. I try again. “How could you?”

Simon looks apologetic, but his chin is jutting up nonetheless. “Baz, you needed it—” he begins. 

“You’ve made me into a monster!” I cry. 

From Snow Fox–nothing new this week. I'm researching my next chapter at the moment.

From TikTok Dancer: 

Normally, by now I’d be giving coy glances to my chosen partner of the night. I like to have made my choice at least an hour before we quit for the day, so I can make my interest known. It’s a bit of a dance in itself, this small courtship. 

Tonight, unless I find the courage to approach Baz again—why do I even remember his name? Most of the time I forget their names minutes after they say them—I’ll be going to bed without any release. Because nobody in the crowd has drawn my eyes today, despite several pretty people making eyes at me. 

I’ve only got eyes for Baz.

I don’t understand this.

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

One of the tools we rescued from the ship before it sank was a hand axe, and it’s honestly been worth it’s weight in gold. Half the building I’ve done in the last few years would have been impossible without it. I don’t need Davy’s voice in my head growling, “you break those tools, boy, I’ll break you.” I’m constantly aware of the fragility of the life we’ve built here. If I break an axe…no more building out of wood. If the island suffers a dry year, no fruit on our plates. If one of us gets sick…no doctors

From Cupid’s Shield:

My aunt Fiona loves recounting the time he showed up at Watford’s Valentine ball when she was a fourth year. She wasn’t old enough to attend, but she’d snuck into a secret passage that passed the ballroom to spy on her friends, who were fifteen because their birthday (they were twins apparently) was just before the deadline to attend. Reading between the lines, I think Fi was sweet on one of the pair and wanted to make sure he wasn’t making time with some other girl at the ball. 

According to my Aunt, Cupid just materialized in midair beneath the great chandelier, and, with a wicked grin, began shooting incorporeal arrows at every mage in sight. Fiona took great pleasure in recounting just who was compelled into snogging their sworn enemies or the girlfriends/ boyfriends of their best friends. Apparently the event was a source of endless drama over the next several months, and my aunt lives for that shit. 

Of course, my aunts’ maybe-boyfriend escaped unscathed, or I think she wouldn’t have found the whole thing so amusing.

From my COBB project:

“Director,” I say, “It’s good to see you.”

“And it’s wonderful to see you, my boy. In fact, your return just at this time could not have been more fortuitous.”

I know all too well what that means. My heart sinks into my shoes. I just got back…I haven’t even unpacked yet…

“Sir?” I question, directing every fibre of my being towards hoping the director is not about to say what I think he’s about to say. Of course, I’m not that lucky.

“We have a situation, Simon,” he says, letting his face fall into graver lines. 

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[writing-for-life]

@morpheusbaby3 thinks we need a bit more comedy fics around here, and I agree.

I’m trying that precarious balance with Dream’s Therapist, but I also often insert a bit of humour into my fics (tragedy often needs a bit of comedy around the edges, and comedy works best when it’s weirdly tragic. I’ll die on that hill 🤣).

So I’ll just post a little snippet from my WiP. I don’t even know if it’ll make the Final Cut (it’s quite bad actually 🙈), but it was fun to write and sorely needed at the time.

Merv and Matthew are bitching. What else…

Mervyn busied himself, broom in hand, with sweeping up the leaves of the oak that sat in the centre of the courtyard. The bristles frequently caught on the cobblestone underfoot, made of meticulously placed stones, and he began to mumble to himself. “No idea why I’m sweeping up again, the stones take care of themselves, why don’t the bloody leaves? Should take ‘em away himself, wave his hand or somethin’… but what do I know…”

Matthew sat perched on a bench and cawed, “The roses are particularly vibrant this afternoon, eh, Merv?”

Mervyn leaned on the end of the broomstick. “Not here to talk about vibrant roses, are ya?”

Matthew was just about to say something when a bee flew past his beak, and with one snap, he ate it.

“Scoffin’ down a dream like it’s nothin’. Don’t let the boss see that.”

“Sorry,” he burped and quickly flitted over to the fountain to take a sip of water.

“Ain’t got all day, whaddya want, bird?”

Matthew hopped closer again and puffed up his feathers, seemingly weighing up his words. “Did you notice anything? I mean, about him?”

“Like what?” Mervyn grunted.

“Well, he’s not completely oblivious to his surroundings, but he seems a bit… lost in his own world?”

Merv took a cigar out of the breast pocket of his dungarees and lit it.

“Well, you don’t let the boss see that,” Matthew commented.

“As if he cared. Not at the moment anyway.”

“So you did notice?”

“The lovey-dovey thing? Yeah, caught ‘em giggling away like kids a few days ago. Well, she was anyway…”

Matthew cawed in very apparent discomfort. “That’s not what I mean. Well, maybe, but they’re sorta… married, or whatever you guys call this shizzle, so I don’t care. But I can’t be the only one noticing the stolen glances, the knowing smiles, the constant touches even when they work, and those… sudden disappearances? And it’s not like they’re exactly trying to hide it. Well, don’t know, they seem to make an effort to be discreet but… I mean, we’re not stupid?”

Mervyn’s eye-holes narrowed. “Hate to break it to you, bird, but we all know what those fireworks mean, right?”

“What fireworks?” Matthew shrieked, then croaked. “The aurora?! Across the night sky?!”

“Yep. Should be grateful that’s as far as displays of his hard to control feelings go these days. Could be worse. Has been worse. Could tell ya stories you’d not wanna hear.”

“What the fuck, man…”

“Precisely.”

“Merv, come on, that’s rude.”

“Not me using swear words, bird.” He blew smoke circles into the air. “Whatever makes him easier to be around is fine by me.”

“Yeah yeah, he might even get you a leaf-blower one day…” Matthew muttered.

“A what?”

“Never mind…”

…

Sorry, it’s awful, but it had to be written at the time. I’ll go hide under a bush somewhere 🤣

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

top 5 wips you’re most excited to write? :D

AH …. anon my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 tysm for giving me an excuse to talk about them!!!! i have a whole bunch but here are the ones i’m most excited for/planning to write soon :3 hopefully

TITLES ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BTW but if you know where any of them are from you get a big gold star ⭐️

it’s your touch that i need

the best friend’s brother!satoru fic that i’m planning on posting next….. i’m . Unsure if i’ll have time to post it this week but :’3 i’ll get it done!!! honestly i just think bfb!toru is insanely attractive so this is mostly an outlet for that but . i have a plot mapped out kind of… the unrequited love trope is just perfect for him but it’s Me so it’ll probably be less angsty and more funny/bittersweet !!

here’s a snippet from it <3

”you’re a good kid,” he says, and his smile teeters on the edge of something apologetic. mostly, it’s pitying. ”there are lots of people out there for you.” the weight of his palm on your head is usually a comfort, but like this? it’s a specific kind of torture. he ruffles your hair, as affectionate as ever, the same as it’s always been. not a trace of any romantic intent. there are lots of people out there for you. (i know, you want to tell him, but your voice is raspy and your throat feels sort of dry. i know. but i want you.)

hunter, you were human

my neglected mer!sugu fic…… our beloved fish man….. one day. i’ll write it out. i’m having some trouble deciding the order of events + general formatting of the outline so 😭😭 i’m a bit stuck. i’ll get there though!!! this au has angst potential but it’s Me so trust that this will be fluffy and nothing else. lots of banter and cutesy moments. i have a lotttt of thoughts about this au and character/reader dynamic so….. i’m. really excited to eventually write it all out!!! i love him sm :cc

“i don’t really like freshwater.” … your eyes widen. his voice is silky, smooth, like a silver river running from the forked tip of his tongue; a melodic lilt that makes you think of the lullaby your mother used to sing you to sleep with. a long, slow moment passes you by, like the rocking of a rusty ship. silently, your tongue forms around a bundle of words, your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. staring at the merman in your bathtub. “you can talk?!”

consider the hairpin turn

THE BELOVEDEST OF THEM ALL …… my extremely neglected best friend’s brother!kenjaku fic T_T my magnum opus even . i started writing it out a while ago but had to stop bc i can’t decide how to format it …. i think it’d be best to tell the story through a lot of flashbacks but it’s difficult to decide where to put what flashbacks in a way that doesn’t disturb the flow, yk??? but i do have everything outlined and i’m super excited to finally post it :33 someday… bfb!kenny is the actual loml i have so much lore planned for him. this fic is just a whole bunch of yearning and tension… the tiniest tiniest bit suggestive bc he truly makes me ill.

nervously, your gaze trails towards the stairs. worried, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. kenjaku notices. a large palm cradles your cheek; making sure your eyes stay locked onto his own. ”don't worry about him,” he soothes, a rough thumb smoothing down your skin. ”it’s just us here… just you and me. why don’t you take a deep breath for me, hm?” (you do. without thinking. as if your body was waiting for instructions, waiting to satiate this gnawing desire to impress him, make him proud. be good for him.)  “now,” he exhales, in tandem with you, molecules mingling together. “do you want this?” 

only in the next world

ANOTHER DEARLY BELOVED WIP that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while ….. 👉👈 i think that out of all of these fics this is the first one that i wrote the outline to?? probably even before i made this blog. it’s basically just a canon-aligned au where gojo navigates his maybe-possibly-feelings for you, a new teacher at jujutsu high!! sooo really just my attempt to write what i view as a more canon-aligned gojo and his feelings towards love :3 mostly character-centered fluff and slowburn… some office au vibes…. i’m very fond of this reader!! and i love this version of gojo so bad i really hope i can do him justice…

“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she hums, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. a dangerously knowing look. “it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he drawls, almost a chuckle. closing his eyes and thinking of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.” (certainly not him.)

signs of affection

my sickeningly fluffy cult leader geto fic <333 bc i’m spreading the agenda that he is a puppy of a man towards his s/o. this one is just meant to be funny and sweet!! i adoreee the thought of him dating a retired sorcerer with a normal ass job so in this one the reader works at a preschool…. and they’re meant to attend some kind of event for the preschool + is offered to bring a plus one. mild chaos ensues (geto doesn’t want to be anywhere near your non-sorcerer colleagues but he also wants to support you so he’s having a bit of a crisis rn…..) i LOVE this one and i’m so excited to write it out <333333 i think this geto is the most endearing man alive.

suguru blinks, eyelashes fluttering, gleaming under the shallow light of the lamppost just behind him. illuminating the peach-dyed flush dusting his ears, those wide pupils. and his lips, glossy with something cherry-flavoured, soon to curl up into a smile — fond, fond, fond. melting into your touch, basking in your long-sought attention. if he were a cat, you’re sure he'd be purring. he places one big palm over yours, where it rests on his cheek, and he stares. silently, like you’re the only thing worth seeing; dreamy galaxies inside his eyes, all honey and star clusters, leaking adoration. a milky way of love. ”… another,” he pleads, nosing at your fingertips.

[joyswonderland1108]

Tiktok Army you’re disappointing..

And i guess saying disappointing is an understatement ‘cause.. Obviously i’m not talking about everyone there are good gems out there but some people really are disgusting.

So i come back home (obviously you can tell that i missed Hobi’s live T-T) So i decided to catch up with what i’ve missed and since i want to be sitting around not doing much to watch the whole live i decided to watch snippets which allowed me to know that Jimin visited Hobi (My Jihope heart was so happy AAAAH!!) Right! 

Naturally, i was so giddy about it, it was cute, i loved their dancy dances, was reading tweets about their lil conversation yada yada and decided to go on tiktok usually after a live i get snippets on my fyp too and well i wasn’t wrong second video on my fyp was Jihope, i’ll link it right here :

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYkrSmNJ/

Now the reason why i’m linking the video instead of just downloading it and posting it is because of the comments. The video is nice, just our Jihope being Jihope nothing new, obviously unless one is blind yes Jimin went for Hobi’s neck for a peck or maybe not can’t tell with the angle but a peck nonetheless. While some comments were lovely but other comments looked like this : 

Of course i know some people will be like “BuT jOy ThIs Is JuSt A jOkE” respectfully

I’m not against hickeys and the boys are grown ups it’s not like they’re still adult-virgins i’m more than happy if they’re getting some action just like any other normal and healthy adult we’re not about to jump on that “my innocent babies” train, that’s bullshit! 

The thing that’s upsetting about this is, you know what imma be frank with y’all, if you wanna joke about it you do you but do it privately, do it in your chat groups or with a friend or whatever but don’t post that shit publicly, you might be wondering why? i’ll tell you.

First of all, BTS are gay until it’s Jimin and JK and suddenly they’re brothers, they got called liars for exactly the same shit they’re joking about right now. Second of all, since when is Jimin a play toy to the members? Getting passed around or going around sucking everybody’s neck? This is not an A/B/O au where Jimin is a fragile and weak Omega with 6 Alphas or some shit. 

It’s bad enough that some people have the audacity to make aus with that plot actually, where Jimin is actually being passed around between the members to satisfy their sexual desires and fantasies. Don’t get me wrong you do you when you’re writing a fiction but inspiring your characters from real people with such plots.. I’m not even going to talk about other more disgusting and disturbing plots i came across. 

Just because he did that with one person, it doesn’t mean he goes around doing the same thing to all the members. Yes i get it, it’s a joke, i’m not a party-pooper i also like joking around as long as it brings no harm to anyone, do people even realize that whatever shit they say online can be picked up by the media? Let’s go on your “Just a joke” train and keep it that way right? When the next day media start posting articles about how Jimin is a .. I’m not even going to say the word this infuriates me actually, going around pleasuring the members then what? You think everyone knows not to believe Koreaboo or Music Mundial or Allkpop? 

Your “simple joke” can turn to a nasty rumor about Jimin and then later you’ll be fighting those medias about it, about the same stupid ass joke you thought was funny a few days ago! Grow the fuck up! Some shit can be said online and some shit is best kept away from prying eyes. Y’all are nasty!

[inkedroplets]

here to politely ask if you have anymore of lena in the mcu

Hello anon! I know I've shared a few snippets here already but after searching for ten minutes I can't find them (I really need to start tagging things properly) So here's one that I'm sure I've already posted.

“What is this?” Kara asked, horrorstuck at what she saw playing out on screen; Lena standing on the rooftop of the L-Corp building standing next to a piece of machinery that shot a pillar of light into the sky. She watched as it ripped a hole in the sky and one of the Chiaturi came spilling out of it. “This isn’t how it happened…” “No,” Lena said flatly. “It isn’t. But it is what people are going to think happened.” She paused the video and stared for a moment at the frozen image of several Chiaturi flying high over the city. “Stark really outdid himself. Of course I’ll never say that to his face because then I’ll never hear the end of it,” she added, shuddering at the mere thought. “Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing. Holograms,” Lena explained, not wanting to get bogged down in the details. “It looks real though, doesn’t it?” “I don’t understand,” Kara said slowly. “Why would you—” Her hand flew to her mouth like a startled bird. “Lena, no!” Got there in the end, Lena thought, smiling a little. “I’ve already sent it to a few of the larger news outlets. Anonymously, of course. If it isn’t already making the rounds already, it will be shortly. There will be more evidence leaked to various sources over the coming days. Irrefutable proof that I’m the one responsible for the Chitauri invasion.” “But you’re not,” Kara said hotly. “You had nothing to do with it.” “I was responsible,” Lena said in a flat tone that only served to make Kara look all the more agitated. “Lena—” “That’s what people need to believe happened,” she explained with a tired kind of patience. “Because the alternative… That the alien invasion was a result of a series of very unlikely events and sheer awful fucking luck, Kara… That won’t fly.” “That’s what happened,” Kara answered testily. “And that doesn't matter,” Lena countered. “If people don't have someone to blame, if they think that there's even a slim possibility that at any moment the sky might rip open again and the chitauri could destroy what's left of National City, who will they blame, Kara?” 

Kara let out an impatient little huff. “The chitauri, obviously.”

“Just them? Or will they start blaming everyone who isn't human? Angry people are rarely, if ever, that judicious. The inroads people have made for peaceful alien and human cohabitation will suffer a setback I'm not sure they'll be able to recover from." "That's not true," Kara said, although she didn't sound as self-assured as she usually did. "Half the city is destroyed, Kara. People will need someone to blame. And if it were anyone other than me there would be questions, doubts..." She smiled humorlessly. "But Lena Luthor going off her rocker and nearly destroying the city... That's like having to convince the people the sun sets in the west." "You saved people in the invasion, Lena," Kara said testily. "You and your friends," she added and again Your new friends was what that hint of bitterness in her voice said. "You didn't destroy the city." "I did," Lena insisted. "That's the story, Kara. Whether you're on board or not. Things are already in motion. The DEO—" "What?" Kara said sharply. "What does the DEO have to do with this?" "They're the ones releasing a statement about my capture. In the morning, I believe." "Alex would never..." Kara started to say but trailed off. "I don't think she's happy about lying to the public but she understands that it's the best option. Maybe the only option." "You can't do this, Lena," Kara pleaded. "It's already done," Lena said kindly. "Alea iacta est," she murmured and managed a small smile. "Then why tell me at all, then?" Kara asked testily. "I thought you should hear it from me," Lena said carefully. "And, there's something I need to ask of you." She waited to see if Kara might ask her what it was she wanted but when Kara only continued to stare obdurately back at her she continued on. "There won't be a trial," Lena explained. "The DEO will suggest a more secure punishment in lieu of prison." "What..." "People wouldn't sleep any easier knowing I was in prison. An undoubtedly cushy cell and endless time to plot my next act of villainy... Which is why I need you to send me to the Phantom Zone..." "I would never—"

"That's what people will need to believe. That I'm imprisoned somewhere I can never escape. What I'll really do is return to that other Earth in secret," Lena explained. "I'll never come back here again. The people of National City will never need to worry about Lena Luthor ever again."

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie @jesuisici33 💖

thought i'd finally have a different fic today but haven't written enough of other ones, so natalia fic again lol - need to get to others before I post everything I have for this haha

prev snippet

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“Yeah, exactly. My best friend.” he repeats stubbornly.

“You guys are so much more than that, though, and I’ve known that from the start.” she sighs, leaning back against the couch. “I just didn’t know to what extent. But here it is, clear as day, just written all over your face. You’re in love.” she gestures vaguely to Buck’s face. He frowns.

“Okay, I’ll bite.” he sighs, as well, deciding to just hear her out, find out what her reasoning is, and actually listen – and then debunk all of that, of course. “What do you mean by ‘more than that’?” he asks, doing the air quotes with his fingers, and rolling his eyes. He ignores the way his face burns. 

“For one, you guys are a family. And-” she adds quickly, raising her finger to indicate she’s not done when he opens his mouth to say that of course they’re a family, he knows that and he loves that, what’s so weird about that? The whole 118 are his family. “And I don’t mean just a friend way. You and Eddie are basically raising Christopher together.”

“That’s not- I’m not- Do I- Do you think I overstep sometimes?” is where his mind immediately goes, and he gets worried. But Eddie would tell him if he did. He does love Chris like his own, and maybe sometimes he acts too familial and parental when he has no actual right to.

“I just can’t with you, oh my god.” Natalia looks up dramatically and takes a deep breath. “Last week you canceled our date because Eddie asked you to fill in for him at a parent-teacher conference. Which was fine, by the way, I told you a hundred times I didn’t mind.” she reminds him. And, shit, she must really know him well by now, because he was about to just apologize again for leaving her last minute.

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[tswaney17]

Hi hope this isn’t a rude question or anything like that but I was wondering if u were planning on updating IDBTWY? It’s an amazing fanfic!!

Hello lovely!! 💗

Not rude at all! Yes, I do plan on updating it, I've just been struggling to get back into it. Maybe after the first of the year I can have something to post. Every part is written, but they all need some serious edits. I'll try my best. But until then, here's a little snippet of the next part. 😍

“What the hell happened?” Cassian demanded, eyes flitting over to where Elain was being hauled towards an ambulance. “Hit and run. Fucker took off after T-boning us,” he snarled, tone murderous. They would not get away with this. Not with his pregnant wife in the car with him. Az glanced up and saw the street cameras, angled just right to have caught the entire accident. “Cash, get me the film from that camera,” he indicated with a nod of his head before swiveling on his feet and prowling toward his wife. Cassian kept stride with him, took in the responders on the scene, and lowered his voice to not be overheard. “Az, the police will investigate. Just let them do their job.” Azriel whirled on his brother. “You either get me that tape, Cassian, or I’ll get it my way. Either option, I will find out who did this to her.” There was no arguing when he stepped into this role. This wasn’t a brother asking for a favor. This was the head of the Velaris Mob Boss demanding it, and he would get what he wanted.

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 18 will be posted soon.

Currently 17 chapters completed: 631.5K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 18 because there's a lot happening as Buck and Eddie get closer to their secret wedding day.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 17, here's a brief overview: Eddie and Chimney were in an accident and as expected, Buck didn't take it well but he had Eddie's back like he said he would and he took care of everything. After almost two weeks, Buck finally received a response from his bio dad but it wasn't the type of response he expected and Chris asked Eddie what would happen to him if Eddie would have died in the accident. He told him about the legal guardianship and the fact that Buck's moving in but they didn't tell him the rest.

They'll tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner but they didn't tell them everything. No one knows they're getting married in six weeks, not even Chris because they haven't told him yet.

Who are they going to reveal their relationship, engagement and European vacation to in Chapter 18?

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 18 of Buck and Eddie being romantically fluffy.

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It’s the morning of Thanksgiving Day and Buck’s the only one in the house who’s awake.  He’s staring at the ceiling and as he lightly traces his fingertips up and down Eddie’s back, he tries to calm his nerves as best he can.  He glances at the clock again, sees it’s 3:02AM and deeply inhales.

When he feels Eddie stir, he figures he felt him slightly move because he lifts his head and in his sleep laden voice, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

He kisses his forehead and replies, “Nothing, I’m ok.  Just go back to sleep and I’ll wake you up in a few hours”.

He knows something’s wrong because Buck’s awake at dark o’clock in the morning and he can tell by the sound of his voice that he’s been up for a while since he can’t hear the faint sound of a British accent when he talks like he usually does.

He runs his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip and whispers, “My love… I can’t go back to sleep because if you’re awake then I’m going to be awake too so… talk to me and tell me what’s wrong.”

He meets Eddie’s eyes and admits, “Honestly, I’m kind of nervous.  I just hope everyone else in your family likes me”.

He can see the trepidation behind those ocean blue eyes he loves so much and he can see the nervousness in his small smile.  He knows he’s serious about wanting all the Diazes to like him and he didn’t have to say a name for him to know who he meant when he said, “everyone else”.  He was talking about his mother since she walked out of Tia Pepa’s living room when they told her and Ramon they’re in a relationship and they’re engaged to be married.

His dad is happy for them and so are his sisters, his abuela and his aunt and they all said they had been waiting for the day when they would finally admit they’re in love.  Since they all saw it, he can’t understand why his mother didn’t or maybe refused to see it too.  His younger self would have cared but the man he is today doesn’t give a rat’s ass about what his mother thinks because his only concern is for his fiancé and their son.

“My dad, my sisters, my abuela and my aunt already love you.”  He places a soft kiss onto his chest and continues, “And the ones you’ll meet today are going to love you too”.

“I just wish… you were going to be there with me and Chris.  I—I mean I um… know you have to work and you’ll be there after your shift but babe… they’re your family and what—what if they don’t like me?”

“Not only will they like you; they're going to love you because I love you.  You’re mine and Chris’ family which means you’re already part of the Diaz family.  We’re just making everything official in 24 days when we get married and we become Mr. and Mr. Diaz.”  Eddie replies as he moves up so his face can be right in front of his fiancé’s.  He caresses his cheek then he leans in and places a gentle kiss onto his lips.

After they pull apart, Buck beams a big smile and says, “You’re biased because you love me”.

“You’re right I do and I’m also in love with you so I can afford to be biased.”  He replies with a big smile of his own then he kisses him again but this time, the kiss is long, deep and slow.  It’s syrupy sweet and filled with passion and flashes of their future as husbands.

Buck’s gasping and moaning like he can’t get enough and the truth is, he can’t. Eddie's his everything and whenever they kiss like they are right now with their tongues tangled and their bodies pressed together, it settles something deep inside of him.

What will happen at Tia Pepa's when Buck and Chris spend Thanksgiving Day with them while Eddie's at work?👀

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant.  The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - Will be posted soon.

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[dontcallpanic]

Hi there sweetheart! 🩵 as i said on my post, im turning this around

what are some of the things that never fail to make you smile?

and I'll also ask: what are some of the things/people that scream 'love' from miles away for you?

@gege-wondering-around I am so, so sorry this has taken so long – as usual. Life is chaos but I really appreciate the ask! You’re so kind and so lovely and your answer was perfect I hope I can do this justice! Diolch yn fawr iawn and here we go

Family. – One member in particular keeps wandering around singing Life is a Highway very badly and offkey and I just love it! It’s so cosy and fun and I just love it when things are calm enough that people can relax and be themselves. My cat (called Busy) also makes me smile. She’s a floozy cat and loves attention.

Writing – I’m working on something for my absolute best friend which has a bit of a story behind it. It’s a Sterek Au that came about because I went back home. I grew up in among those strange rural small towns where everything is a bit weird and a little left of reality. I was in the local supermarket and for some reason in the back rooms they had this section absolutely chock full of plaid shirts so I snapped a pic and sent it to my friend for fun as a Stiles reference. And from that we just kind of ran with this strange Sterek, small town au where all sorts of strange, odd, supernatural things happened. So, of course I had to write it for her. But I write REALLY slowly. It’s not going to be finished any time soon but it’s 18000 words so far! Anyway, it’s purely for fun and full of joy and bittersweet things and it makes me smile SO much. Have a snippet! He can see it now. He’s going to become a cautionary tale. Parents everywhere will tell their children all about the dangers of running off to find themselves and all because he got lost in the woods and eaten by a bear. My what big teeth you have and all that. Wait – that’s little red riding hood. Maybe he’ll be eaten by wolves, not bears… That would be exactly his luck. Especially when there are famously no wolves in California. What was the moral of that story again? Something about not trusting strangers? Never leave the path? Something else about… not… going… for a walk in the woods… alone? Fuck. Stiles runs an anxious hand down the front of his favourite red hoodie. Double fuck. There was no way he was little red riding hood. The universe wouldn’t be that cruel, right? The colour of his jacket should have no bearing on the likelihood of him being eaten by a wild animal. Absolutely not. None, whatsoever. Nope. Incidentally, has anyone done any research on whether bears are attracted to certain colours more than others?

Adventures – I love exploring and just seeing new places, near or far. It doesn’t really matter where but show me a quiet road surrounded by tall trees and I am just giddy with happiness. I love driving too so that helps!

Music – this is one of the things that I live for. I love how much music can give you, from inspiration, to pure feeling, vibes, joy, drama, beautiful poetry. It’s everything and it’s got everything! Here’s a link to my favourites playlist (that I'm still adding to!) but it’s full of all sorts of everything . Listen at your own risk!

Kindness - I’ll shout out to people on Tumblr too. I love seeing people be themselves and owning their weird, whatever it is! That always makes me smile – especially when something good happens for someone I follow. I loved what you said about kindness too. The words I try to live by are be curious and have compassion. Everyone’s going through something and the world can always use a bit more kindness!

Things that scream love from miles away (loved this question!)

Friends – I have two best friends who are the complete opposite of each other and I love them so much. They keep me going and whatever’s going on, they can always make me smile.

I’m moving away from them both which is breaking my heart a bit but something they both do which, to me, screams love from a distance is they’ll just send me things.

One friend sends memes and funny videos

The other shares her day and sends me pictures of what she’s doing.

I love this so much because its just I saw this and thought of you! It’s quick, it’s sweet, its thoughtful and it just means so much to me that they are going about their day and they take the time to think oh, I thought you’d like this! Now my phone is full of their lives and it makes me so happy.

I try to reciprocate  as much as possible but everyone always says my love language is bread. I’ll often bake bread for my friends to pass on when I see them although I realise that might be harder these days. Posting bread doesn’t seem like the best idea…

I’ll also do a small shout out to my husband here, as we’re talking about things that scream love. We met about 14 years ago when I was 18. I saw him across the room in a crowded bar on my first day of Uni and it was love at first sight. Still can’t explain it to this day. He was just my person.

Thanks so much for the ask! It’s really sweet and I had a lot of fun thinking about this one! It’s always worth spreading a little love and happiness and I hope your day is full of pure joy! You deserve it!

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @greypetrel @layalu @daggerbean and @zenstrike (Zen, I've decided I'm just going to post all fic things on this blog from now on, but I will post something that isn't Dragon Age c:)

Tagging @ndostairlyrium @heniareth @pinayelf @buchimgay @brother-genitivi @jtownnn @dreadfutures @inquisimer

I don't have a picture right now, but I've gotten the first two rows of purple onto the Leliana scarf and I'm really pleased with how the color looks so far! It's been really nice to do something with my hands in the evening, especially since I got hooked on a DND show I can watch at the same time.

Here are a snippet from some Mass Effect fic I'm still playing around with, then a bit from a BG piece I've been working on the last month or so.

From "Sure As Night," a ME WIP (535 Words):

The hum of the elevator to Shepard’s cabin had become familiar and comforting, in an odd way. 

The rest of the ship sounded just slightly off to Garrus. It’d taken plenty of hits after they’d gone through the relay, had almost certainly taken some damage from that final blast. The Normandy wasn’t actively falling apart or neither of them would be up here, but the sound of the engine was just one more thing that was…off. Or maybe Garrus was just hearing things. Wouldn’t be the first time in the past few months. 

But her elevator sounded exactly the same as always. It was…nice, for one thing to stay the same.

“Shepard?” he called. After a moment, the door unlocked and slid open. 

It was not immediately apparent where she was when he stepped inside. Garrus glanced at the trail of water on the floor and followed it to the couch in the next room (top notch detective skills there; wouldn’t his father be proud of him now?). He saw Shepard as soon as he walked down the stairs, sprawled over the couch with her feet braced on the bulkhead. Her hair was tousled and darker than usual, water droplets clung to her exposed shoulders, and the rest of her torso was wrapped in a towel. 

“Hey there,” she said, and Garrus blinked down at her. 

“And here I was coming in to give a formal report,” he said drily. She grimaced and pushed herself up, raking her hair away from her face. 

“Tell me that’s a joke,” she said. “Don’t think I can handle another emergency right now.”

She could, of course. They both knew that if there had been an emergency, she’d bolt out of here as quickly as she could and handle it. It’s who she was, after all. 

“You ask the engineers, it’s all an emergency,” he told her. “But I think they’ll hang on for a little longer or Ken would be talking less.”

Shepard snorted and shifted aside, glancing at the open space beside her. 

Well. He could take a hint. He just hoped she wasn’t about to tell him that last night had been a mistake. He’d been thinking about it plenty since then and he’d reached an entirely different conclusion. Racing through destruction with the expectation of certain death could do that to a person. 

Garrus passed the last step and settled beside her as best he could. He still wasn’t used to the human preoccupation with these squishy pieces of furniture. Didn’t they ever get stuck? He always felt like he’d sink all the way to the floor if he sat back too far. He considered telling her this to break the tension and discarded the idea immediately. He could definitely manage better than that.

“How’s the arm?” she asked him, nudging the arm in question. Garrus shrugged and rolled his shoulder experimentally. After taking a rocket to the face, he’d found that his scale for pain was kind of shot. He hadn’t even realized there was something wrong with it before Chakwas had insisted on scanning him. 

“I’ve had worse,” he told her, and she snorted. 

“Tough guy, huh?” she asked. 

“Something like that,” he paused. “And you? You took a few shots yourself.”

“I’ll survive,” Shepard said, looking at him sidelong, and smiled.

And (with a very different tone!) from a piece I am working on for Tav (234 Words):

Hope; a curious thing. She had been bereft of it for so long that its touch burned her then. 

“Be welcomed, faithful paladin,” Lathander had said. “Be free of the bonds that held you. ”

“My Lord, I will serve you for all my days,” she had told him, and only knew that she was weeping when the droplets struck the hands she’d clenched below.. 

She had never been touched like this. Nobody had ever been touched like this, she was certain of that. 

“You are mine now. The past is done,” he said. “Name yourself to me, Oathsworn.”

Octavia fell away, dead at last and free to rest. The woman she left behind took a deep breath. She had been a child once, and loved. Her family—her family had called her a silly nickname, coined by a brother with too few teeth to say her real one properly. She had left them behind too young, had left behind any hope of belonging somewhere at the same time. 

But—she belonged here now. She belonged to Lathander, as she had once belonged to her family. 

“Tavitha Hallowthorn,” she whispered. “I am Tavitha.” 

“Tavitha,” the god said, already dissipating into countless flecks of light, each of them composed of all the shades of every perfect sunrise. “Be welcome.”

Octavia was dead. Tavitha bowed her head before her god and knew herself for the first time in a very, very long time.