#writing tidbits

[prismaticpichu]

I’m feeling a little down; solution?? Here’s a self-indulgent collection of various wholesome fic lines from the past few years <33

I cast Floof upon ye! ✨

~~~

But Zack, holding the man who was supposed to be the strongest in the military, didn't care. Not at all. He simply took the other in, sheltering him, nestling deep into his neck.

"It's okay, bud…” Zack whispered. "You're safe now."

~

Face buried in the other's charcoal hair, heart pressed against the warmth of a hoodie, Sephiroth allowed himself to smile. He enveloped his best friend and held him close, letting his eyes fall shut as Zack tightened the embrace.

"I missed you..."

They said it in harmony.

~

“Merry Christmas, Seph..." Zack mumbled into his neck, his smile warm and bright as the firewood purring behind them. "Welcome to the Fair family.”

~

"G'night, Seph..." Zack was already drifting.

"Goodnight. And Zack?"

"Yeah?”

"I have a request."

"Go f'rit."

Sephiroth gazed overhead, his emerald eyes glimmering with warm resolve. "Never change."

I love you just the way you are

~

"Partners..." Sephiroth repeated to himself, tracing his finger over the word, feeling the light of Zack's broadening smile beam down on his shoulders.

"Partners," Zack agreed, his tone much more serious now. "You and me, bud. Forever.

~

Seph was broken right now... but he would heal. They both would. Maybe when the cracks were gauzed, they would leave the puppeteers and let the bodies of Nibelheim rest. He could bring Seph to Gongaga, home, where he would live under the care of parents and a brother who loved him dearly.

He would never leave his side again.

As the first winks of dawn smeared across the sky, Sephiroth’s breathing finally began to calm. The ice was thawing from his muscles, melting under the warmth of a furnace, the poison filtering inside of him and purifying into untainted blood.

Thump… Thump… Thump.

"Everything's okay, bud..." Zack repeated, and these were the words that sailed his friend to sleep. "Everything's okay..."

~

As far as Sephiroth was concerned, there was only one appropriate thing to say. It twisted his throat into sandpaper, struggling to mouth a trio of words that had never left his lips, had hardly ventured through his mind. Words he thought he might have known once, but had been taken away, their meaning warped and changed into something nearly nonexistent. Now, someone had championed them; Zack had earned it. His soul sang that it was true, and Sephiroth knew it, too.

"…Zack?"

"Yeah, bud?"

Cocooned in warmth and gratitude, Sephiroth closed his eyes, saying what should have been said without ever needing an occasion.

“I… I love you.”

~

"...Just, always remember that you're you. I think Angeal and Genesis forgot that. So..." Another melancholic smile budded on Zack's lips. "Even if it's just for me, just never forget, no matter what anyone ever says to you: you're still Seph. You'll always be. Winged or crazy-haired or crazy-eyed. I don't know if anyone ever told you that, so maybe I'll just have to be the first."

~

And Zack couldn't hold his any longer. “Seph….!” he squeaked, springing forward and practically gluing his arms around his best friend’s neck. “Seph!”

"Stop that!" Sephiroth tried to bark, but every thread of authority was cut along the way. He was completely powerless as Zack tightened his embrace, their laughter harmonizing into one, a velvet and bubbly song drowning out the rainfall.

"My buddy's laughing...!" Zack repeated, the words still so ethereal as they danced around him. “You’re really laughing!”

~

Sephiroth paused. "…No. I do not have a friend."

The emerald ponds rippled, and he looked over to Zack, still standing in the crowd, the woman nowhere to be seen, watching the boy's eyes widen into gaping blue sapphires . A small smirk budded on his lips.

"I have... a best friend."

He had a best friend. He had a best friend…

Murmurs erupted from the crowd, heads bobbing as people turned to face one another and even the scattered gasp laced between. It was clear that this was not the response they were expecting to receive.

"Who?" the reporter wanted to know, clearly just as stunned.

Sephiroth never unlocked his gaze with Zack’s. His smirk softened into a tender, calm, grateful smile.

“My lieutenant."

~

“...I love you so much…” Zack mumbled into his coat.

The velvety warmth from before sparked all again, a strong heartbeat turned into a swelling throb in the man's chest. There were no barriers in Sephiroth’s mind anymore, making him hesitant. Making him question. Just as they did before, the words left in all their heartfelt, effortless honesty as he held his treasured friend tighter, emerald eyes falling shut.

"I love you too, Zack.”

My hero.

~

For another long swathe of time, silence reigned over the duo. And Sephiroth was left to ponder his best friend’s kind words once again. He let them sink into him like soft layers of balm—let them sink deep into his body, let them knead the aches in his soul… and sank further into the embrace. There seemed to be only one appropriate thing to say. Only one thing was that right.

“Thank you…” Sephiroth whispered.

Zack’s lips budded with a small, teary smile, burrowing deep into the warrior’s neck. “My amazing friend…”

Flash!

Sephiroth tensed and bristled as the room came alight again. His heart jolted—leapt, flared—and Zack made sure it stayed in his chest as he held him tighter.

“It’s okay… I got you, bud. You’re okay.”

The warrior kept his eyes shut, cocooned in warmth and blessed blackness… And this time, his head was silent. Hojo’s voice didn’t echo in his ears; his silent screams of the past didn’t plague him. It all melted away as he melted further into his best friend’s arms.

Listening to the sound of the rain against the window, Sephiroth fell asleep.

~

The boy's face softened, relinquishing his hold on his arm…

To place a warm, ungloved hand on his chest instead.

"I know who you are..." Zack whispered now. "You've shown me. You're Sephiroth. You're kind, and loyal, and would never hurt a soul who didn't deserve it."

He nodded gently towards his hand, pressed firmly over his heart.

"This here, Seph... this is what matters. And you have a good one."

The words still eluded Sephiroth's tongue as Zack held his gaze steady in his own, unwilling to let him go. Gazing right into his eyes, into the inhuman feline slits that drifted in the jade waters like two black daggers... completely unafraid. Completely calm, completely honest. And without a single ghost of doubt.

"You'll always be you..." Zack continued. "And nothing on Gaia will ever change that. I tried telling that to Angeal, but… he didn't listen to me." Something wet twinkled in Zack's eyes, a misty glimmer of plea. Of hope.

"So don't ever forget that... okay?"

~

He opened his eyes again, slowly, the emerald waters tame and vulnerable. The feline pupils round and glistening. "You are... everything to me," he said quietly. "You made my life complete, when I thought it would be shattered forever. You filled it again--with meaning, with joy, with... purpose..." Sephiroth had to fight the smile from sneaking onto his lips, blinking it away. He kept his gaze steady as he continued to hold the blue eyes firmly in his own.

"I repeat myself: you are not Genesis's shadow. You are not Angeal's shadow. Genesis, Angeal... they never brought me coffee. They never shortened my name. They never snuck energy bars into my drawer so I would eat. They never left their doors unlocked for me. They never embraced me, even when they would see me again the next morning." Sephiroth blinked again, fighting again. Only somewhat successful.

"I loved them dearly, but they are not you, Zack. And I am very thankful that you are you.”

~

He felt Zack’s smile press into his shoulder.

“…Seph?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks… by the way.”

Sephiroth hummed in response, another cozy spark and purr in his chest. “I’m honored to do this with you.”

"No," Zack continued to murmur. “I mean… for everything. For being here, for staying here, for always taking care of me…” He strained his eyes, inhaling deeply, letting his taut muscles relax again as he sank back into his embrace and clutched him tighter and found the words that finally rang right in his heart.

“…My hero.”

~

Zack was no longer resisting the tears—letting the weight of his burdens spill out into his shoulder, letting them flood, letting himself bleed out all the tainted blood that had been flowing inside of him over the past stretch of horrible, horrible months.

“I…” he sobbed, cracking. “I’m...”

“Shhh... it’s not your fault..”

“I… I…”

“…It’s not your fault...”

“I… I just…”

“I know…”

“…Why… why d… id this…?”

“I don’t know…”

“…I miss him…”

“Me too…”

“B… but you’re here…”

“…….I am.”

~

Swallowing, Sephiroth bit his lip, the guilty haze still clouding his mind. “Why did you fight for me?” he choked. “Why not fight against me? Why not try to kill me...?”

Zack’s eyes only softened at the question, taking a moment to compose a proper response. “Why...?” he eventually repeated. “Because you weren’t that creature, pal.”

“But you didn’t…” Sephiroth shook his head, then, realizing the weight of that question, amended with, “how...? How could you know it wasn’t me?”

Another beat drummed through the air as Zack processed the question, thinking long and hard of the response, keeping his forehead pressed against his friend’s and his arms wrapped wrap him until, gingerly, he lifted his bandaged arm, placed it against Seph’s chest, and just listened...

“I... I don’t really know...” Zack cracked another small, honest smile. “Gonna sound cheesy as Hell, but... I kinda just knew... kinda just sensed it, your pain... And then you turn around, at the top of that cord thing, look at me, and I just see all that Evil in your eyes... And I knew that wasn’t my bud...”

~

Eventually, Zack snuggled closer, resting his cheek against his chest, burying his face in the toasty material. “...I felt safer here, you know...” he murmured, his voice drenched in encroaching sleep. “And not just because of the blanket... in case you were wondering...”

A purr, a spark in the velvet fire, and Sephiroth just held him closer, pillowing his own cheek against his dear friend’s hair, strands of silver threading through the black quills.

“...I’m glad,” he murmured in return.

~

“Oh...” Sephiroth chuckled as their laughter began to die down, “I believe we almost forgot the most important affirmation.”

Zack’s smile gleamed brighter than moonshine. “...Yeah? What’s that?”

His own smile calm and content, Sephiroth scooted a few inches across the sofa, looping an arm around his treasured, kind friend as he added, with a swell of gratitude in his heart:

“That I am blessed enough to have the most wonderful friend by my side.”

~

"I'm... I'm never gonna leave you, pal..." Zack whispered, assured; a promise embedded in cement. "I'm... I'm never gonna stop cherishing our time together... Never. I'm never gonna forget how much you mean to me..."

And against the blackness, he felt the silken, feathery weight of Seph's hair falling over him, the comforting, understanding press of his dear friend's forehead against his.

"And I'll never let those memories spoil," Sephiroth murmured.

[reader-writer-combo]

01/28/2025

shit.

Fuck.

Damnit.

I'm tired and I kinda really need a space away from society right now.

Never thought it was possible to be tired of screaming without ever opening my mouth.

See, I'm excited for 2025 for my own personal reasons, for the things that I want to do.

There are a million other things that are spinning around my head are not exciting. They are worrying. I'm choosing to be.... optimistic.

Naively hopeful.

But damnit.

I'm still so tired. I have already noticed a shift in people's behavior towards people in customer service. I have noticed the news. I have noticed the way that people have begun to shed their silence and opt for a louder, far more disgusting attempt in interaction.

My friends, I hope you guys are being safe out there.

I am tired.

We are all tired.

These years will be hard but we can get through it.

One step at a time.

[yellowlobsterarmy]

spork

also forgot to introduce these guys earlier,

shorter guy: debating his name, ive been calling him astaroth as a placeholder but im considering names like albrecht or diederich. hes supposed to represent the corruption of the aristocracy but whether hes a metaphorical monster or actual monster im just going to keep blank. a lot of his features he might not actually possess, some things are just for stylization to represent how people see him(i have some other ocs who are like that aswell, i just think its fun because a lot of them are from the past, so a lot of information of them as a person is just lost to history meanwhile the parts of their character that actually remain are exaggerated as time goes on because they get interpreted over and over again so they just go through a filter of history) especially this guy because not a lot of people know him, hes just another minor nobleman with a somewhat controversial reputation. but who doesnt. hes also his late thirties to early forties im still thinking about it

taller guy: signus. hes one of this universe's few 'angels', assigned to watch over the lands in place of the now absentee gods. hes also there to kill things and thats what his life was repurposed into

now i cant explain one thing without opening up a new topic so in short im just going to say theres a celestial lineage(like a food chain but on a larger scale) and humans sit at the bottom of it, the only way theyre able to elevate themselves is through god offers(another placeholder name), except the celestials dont actually give a shit about humans and the only one who does has been locked in a trench because they supposedly were the only bad refraction that formed when the allfather serpent was shattered and His remains scattered far beyond the comprehensible universe. now the fallen one is making deals with the humans in order to escape and was actually worshipped at one point before the whole religion/cult died out from colonists and the trench closed off but anyway they still figured out a way to interact with humans and that is through their dreams!! and also by moving through vessels of people sacrificed to them when their religion was at its peak. but anyway the people they made deals with are now higher on the celestial lineage, and thats a bad thing. because theyre servants of that fallen celestial and if they're freed thats a Bad Thing. its harder for regular humans to kill them because often times in exchange for their loyalty theyre granted Cool Abilitiestm. so thats where Signus comes into play. most servants are still quite low on the cl compared to Signus so killing them is relatively easy, especially since hes lived so long.

theres more powerful servants though, but they're in hiding because they know that Signus is out there, most of them have never even seen Signus(because all that have have been promptly killed) but they have heard of him

humans in zealousy(the universe name) have a lot of potential tbh, even more than the gods if they play their cards right, and also a lot of luck. an absurd amount of luck but yes it is possible. also because humans have had to survive at some point, so they have that adrenalinelikewhenyouknowyourabouttodiebutwilldoanythingtostopit meanwhile the gods dont. they dont understand struggle because they never been through it, they dont take mistakes seriously most of the time because have they ever been hurt by it? absolutely not.

humans can be corrupted, they have their own motives and their experiences that shape them and they can hate

they can carry hatred so strong that it compels them to look towards the stars and reject all that they once knew because they know this cruelty is all the fault of their gods negligence

but they can also be manipulated

anyway back to signus he was originally a human as well, and his ego is probably his prime characteristic and that was also why he was chosen. his ego makes it so that whatever he does, no matter how horrible or downright vile he sees it has his burden and his burden alone to carry. which makes him easily manipulated because he can never put the blame on the celestials, he'd never let someone else take credit for his work after all, not even his gods. hes also kind of both racist and has a weird thing for humans- or at least the more primitive/carnal aspects of it, thats why hes with albrecht/diederich

i think albercht/diederich knows hes being fetishized he just doesn't care and just uses signus's obliviousness as a way to humor himself as well as religious endorsement so he can at least have some good on his name.

they arent together btw. they just have a mutual agreement lo

also this whole thing hasnt really been cemented yet its just a thing in my head but as a base!! yes i have been using it for a lot o stuff but it is an incredibly rough draft

fyi this is before he sustained so much injury that his form warped into,, whatever this thing is

he does have a fully transformed version too but thats reserved for the later events in the story i have planned. but then again this design is kind of old so i might fix it up a bit

i think at some point after this im going to regret posting this

she sig on my nus till i

[scraps-n-starters]

"I'll have you squealing like a stuck rabbit"

"Don't you mean pig?"

". . . . Have you never heard a rabbit scream?"

Don't worry . . . you will."

[tetzoro]

a multitude of fireworks burst overhead, bright colors reflecting in her dark eyes that stared up in wonder. zoro couldn’t help but look her way, watching as a soft smile slowly spread across her face.

the very face that was bandaged up for a near ten days, the lips that shakily ushered out what she thought were her last words before they both faded away to be left to the gods he didn’t believe in, the bright and lively eyes that he was scared would never open again to gaze at him so lovingly.

with an instinct that came as easy as wielding his blades, his hand tucked itself under her chin, pulling her attention back to him. a faint dusting of pink bloomed across her cheeks, flashes of the fireworks coating the rest of it in an otherworldly hue.

a shared smile, a gentle glance, and their lips were upon each other once more, melting into the sweet touch they’ve learned to never take for granted again.

zoro held her close as he mumbled the fated words he never thought he’d share with anyone, the ones that found their meaning from the woman that he cradled in his strong arms, fiercely protecting her from anything that dared bring her harm again — i love you.

[xjeanmoreaux]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @kitteneddiediaz

thanks darlins!

here's some of buck and eddie visiting texas post lightning strike because why not (for context eddie's parents are trying to have buck and eddie sleep in separate rooms)

A sigh so heavy it could break bone falls out of Eddie. “No, Mom. This isn’t up for discussion. We’re both adults, alright?”

And, despite how to this day Eddie believes he has to be the steady one and maintain any amount of peace possible, he allows his mouth to keep running, which is probably due to Buck’s bad influence.

Though he is sure Buck would say it’s because Eddie has pettiness in place of bone marrow.

Which, maybe that’s true and maybe it isn’t, but Eddie has never been one to back down and he likes having the last word and maybe he gets a little thrill from winning, so yeah, no amount of pleading from his parents or sweet looks from Buck that communicate his willingness to accept whatever Eddie deems appropriate is gonna keep him from being, well, him.

“Besides,” he adds, shrugging far too casually, “it’s not like I can get him pregnant.” He jerks his chin toward Buck as if there could be any mistaking who Eddie is referring to.

Beside him, Buck chokes.

It’s an awful enough sound that Eddie looks over at him in alarm, but Buck is fine, just red as a fire engine and coughing into his fist, the edge of a wild smile digging into his cheek which he’s trying to hide.

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[yuesya]

Uzui Tengen skids backwards, gritting his teeth. Raising the cleavers in his hands, he blocks another overarching strike by the cackling demon’s blood scythes, then counters by twisting and swinging–

Too slow. Tengen knows this, even before he has finished the strike. There are dark spots dancing in front of his eyes, and the pain that courses through his body from the demon’s poison is excruciating –but even so, Tengen does not allow himself to waver.

He can’t afford to. Not when they’re fighting Upper Moon Six, and when he’s the only Pillar present. Not when his wives and the young demon slayers he’d brought into the investigation are all at risk here.

“What’s wrong, Pillar? You’re starting to get slower!” the demon taunts, guttural voice laced with malicious glee and bloodthirst.

“Me, slower? In your dreams!” Tengen laughs confidently, even though he knows that the demon is right.

Shit. If only he hadn’t gotten himself poisoned at the very start of the fight–!

But there was no use thinking about what-if’s, not in the middle of heated combat like this. If things continue any further, then Tengen is going to die from poison before he’s able to cut off the demon’s head. He can’t let that happen, which means that he–

The demon’s expression suddenly changes, jerking and whirling around away from Tengen.

An opening!

Tengen lets out an irritated ‘tsk’ when he only manages to take off one of Upper Moon Six’s arms; the demon had dodged at the last moment. Dodged, and pulled away, disengaging from Tengen and flipping over to glower at whatever caught its attention–

“… It’s you.”

Amid the rubble littering the ground from their battle, there is a white-haired girl standing at the other end of the street.

… That’s the girl that Oyakata-sama specifically sought out and recruited, for the feat of–

“You’re the one who killed Upper Moon Three,” Upper Moon Six snarls. Its severed arm regrows in a flash, and it scratches at itself, sharp nails digging into disfigured flesh and trailing long ribbons of blood behind them. “I’m not like him, though. I don’t mind killing women.”

Tengen sucks in a sharp breath as the demon bursts into motion.

“His blood is poisonous!” he shouts, attempting to warn the girl. “Don’t let yourself be cut by his scythes!”

“Is that what happened to you?”

Oh, she’s good. In a single instant she’d avoided the rotating scythes that Upper Moon Six hurled towards her, simultaneously cutting off the demon’s legs at the knees as she did so, all in one fluid line of motion that almost made it seem as if she were dancing.

Strange blue eyes peer towards Tengen for a moment, which should be reassuring but instead only sends a sudden chill down his spine.

The girl reaches out and pats his shoulder. “I can’t use reverse cursed technique on others. But you won’t die from the poison like this.”

“Of course. I’m a shinobi, no poison can take me down so easily!” Tengen boasts, not quite understanding the strange words that she’s using.

Gojo Shiki had not been trained as a Demon Slayer, but there was no denying that she had been trained. No one unfamiliar with the art of combat would be able to take down Upper Moon Three, after all. It’s both humbling and slightly terrifying to know that this young girl in front of him had killed a higher-ranked Upper Moon while Tengen had been struggling against the weakest of the Upper Moons here, but–

More than any useless thoughts like that, Tengen is glad that powerful reinforcement is here.

We can do this. We can kill Upper Moon Six!

“My legs… my legs aren’t regenerating,” the green-haired demon murmurs, and then its face twists into a vicious snarl. “Is this wisteria poison again? My body will neutralize it in no time–”

“And you won’t have the time to do that!” Tengen thunders, racing forward with his blade raised–

–to block a sudden spire of solid ice that comes hurtling down out of nowhere.

The temperature in their surroundings immediately drops as the ice comes down, and Tengen frowns. There was no doubt that this was another Blood Demon Art, but it wasn’t the one that Upper Moon Six had displayed with his blood scythes. That meant…

There’s another demon here.

“Oh dear.” A new voice sounds in the nighttime air –one that sounds almost sympathetic. “Looks like you’re having a hard time here, Gyutaro.”

Upper Moon Six Gyutaro, who’d just been rescued onto one of the nearby rooftops by this strange new demon, glowers darkly. “I didn’t need your help.”

“Really?” The new demon tilts its head, and leans down to examine Upper Moon Six. “But you’re taking so long to regenerate, Gyutaro. I was worried!”

“You were not.”

The new demon laughs, and lifts its gaze towards them. Tengen’s blood runs cold when he finally sees the characters etched into its opalescent eyes, illuminated by the firelight.

Upper Moon Two. “Ah, I’m so glad I decided to drop by!” The demon smiles invitingly, evidently delighted as it surveys them and claps its hands together. “I just had to come, y’know. After all, I heard that the demon slayer who killed Akaza was a lovely young lady with the most beautiful eyes. How could I possibly resist staying away after hearing that?”

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

guys it's TIME!!! tidbit Tuesday once again!!!

"Ponyboy Michael where the hell have you-" Pony jumps, the door swingin' lamely against the wall 'n comin' to a stop. Darry's already on his feet, newspaper discarded on the coffee table.

There's a look that flashes across his face, confusion, dawnin' realization, 'n then a fierce concentrated anger that makes Pony back up, one foot out the door. He's made one crucial error that he only recognizes when Darry crosses the room in two strides, grabs him by the shirt front 'n yanks hard enough to nearly pull him off his feet.

"Ponyboy. Why do you smell like pot?" Oh, he's fucked.

Darry's not even hollerin'. His voice is low 'n desperately, viscerally calm. It sends a sudden, violent chill across Pony's bare shoulders.

"Would it make a difference if I said I wasn't the one smokin' it?" Pony smiles a shakey grin 'n Darry's fingers bite into his arms, not enough to break the skin but enough to make Pony flinch.

For a moment neither of them moves one inch, just holdin' position until Pony drops his eyes to the floor, worries at his lip until it bleeds.

"Ponyboy Michael go wash that fuckin' smell off of you before I do somethin' I regret." He drops him, takin' a long, labored breath 'n Pony nearly trips over himself as he hurries down the hall.

He ducks into the bathroom, shootin' a last nervous glance at Darry's back. He's done it now. He sinks down to the tile, stomach flippin' over 'n over. He was never gonna speak to Curly Shepard ever again. Ever.

Out in the living room, Darry shuts the front door with a terrible bang of finality.

If he survived tonight.

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley

hello, I need to start posting more snippets again, I have too many wips I need motivation for lol

here's my "8x11 morning after going differently fic" where im giving them the counter make out they deserve lol it uses some of the dialogue until a certain point, but then it's going how it was supposed to idc lol

(lowkey set myself a cut off point in the episode dialogue to change stuff from then on and got stuck but I rememberd I can change stuff at any point actually, who knew lol)

___

"Honestly?" Buck scans Tommy's face, leaning in slightly. He can't help his eyes falling onto his lips, that perfect cupid's bow he needs to taste again. "This was the best night I've had in this place." He smiles, feeling so light and well-rested for once, and so happy. Just, he feels right, sitting here with Tommy so close. "To be fair," Buck adds, "it's also the first night I've had in this place, but, uh, still." He licks his lips, not even hiding he's looking right at Tommy's. Craving another taste.

Buck squeezes his thighs around Tommy's hips, reaches out to wrap his arms around Tommy's neck and bringing him closer. Tommy's not protesting, his smile only growing, hands inching a little further up on Buck's thighs.

"Yeah?" Tommy tilts his head, gaze stopping on Buck's lips.

"Mhm." Buck's eyes flutter as he leans further into Tommy, their noses brushing.

"Wonder why's that." Tommy hums, and Buck laughs, shakes his head slightly, enough to not lean away from Tommy.

"I always sleep better with you next to me." Buck whispers, and hears Tommy's breath hitch before he presses his lips to Tommy's.

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[melovrs]

imagine studying w bf!ness,,,

he'll work thru problems u don't get, never getting mad or shaming u for not understanding :( ness is a good teacher, explaining topics you've been struggling to learn for weeks in a matter of hours !

if u still can't grasp the concept quite right, so he'll try his best to explain it to u ! and after long periods of studying, he'll feed u some sweets to get your energy back up & help u focus again ! and times where ur especially distracted (by his reading glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose and the slight messiness of his soft hair), he'll motivate u by offering pecks on ur cheeks every time you get a question correct !

this obviously fuels ur drive to study, though u already know he'll offer u kisses if u just ask ! playing along with ness' little studying game is fun for u tho, so u don't resist <3 he's so adorable when he's all focused on helping u understand a subject, that he doesn't even notice the lovesick gaze in ur eyes !!

& that's why he's especially surprised when u pull yourself onto him and press your lips onto his <3 your tongue slips into his mouth, your hands tangling in ness' soft hair. ness grabs onto your hips, his eyes fluttering shut, breathing heavily. his glasses bump against your nose, and you finally push yourself off him, satisfied.

"wha- what was that for, engel?" ness asks, his breathing uneven and heavy. his glasses lay crooked and slightly fogged up from both of your heavy breathing.

you smile, petting his head. "nothing, jus' wanted to kiss you."

"plus, you're so adorable when your glasses get all foggy after i kiss you," you breathe out.

engel - angel ♡

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TWD: The Ones Who Live - Finale Opening Scene + Blurred/Faraway

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from pothos | pathos (back towards an earlier part of the story again, so not skipped as far ahead as what I shared sunday) [previously shared: pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9]

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Jee-yun holds up another string of beads for him, one end tucked in each tiny fist.

“Is that one finished too?” Buck asks, gingerly taking the carefully arranged creation from her and holding it up to examine it. When she nods enthusiastically, he asks, “Is this one for you? It might be a little big.”

“No!” she says in that tone that suggests he’s the world’s biggest idiot for asking.

“Alright,” he laughs. “For who then? Mommy?”

“No-ho!” she says again, flailing her hands a little.

He hums, tapping his chin in thought, really hamming it up for her. “Hm, how many guesses do I get?”

Apparently the answer is zero. “For mister Tommy,” she says, exasperated, and Buck’s heart does a pathetic little flip, partially because Jee’s new-found tendency to call every grown man she meets who isn’t her dad or her uncle mister firstname - thanks to her pre-K teacher Mister Matt - is adorable, and partially because apparently just hearing Tommy’s name still does ridiculous things to Buck’s insides.

“Oh, well, I’m sure mister Tommy will love it,” he says and decides to dedicate his entire focus and attention to tying the two ends of the string together to form a bracelet, and definitely not think too hard about the intended recipient. When he attempts to hand the bracelet back to Jee, she shoves at his hands. “Do, uh. Do you want me to give it to him?” he asks, very much in spite of the fact that the thought of handing Tommy a friendship bracelet that matches his own makes him both want to crawl into a hole to die as well as run straight to his ex’s house right at that very moment.

Jee-yun fixes him with another one of her are you kidding me?-looks that she could’ve picked up from either of her parents, then giggles and tells him “Yes!”

And Buck has never been able to tell his niece no, so he obediently pockets the bracelet. Then, remembering his tendency to forget to check his jeans when he puts them in the wash, thinks better of it and slips the bracelet onto his wrist instead. It slides into place next to his own, his wrist a colorful cacophony of unconditional Jee-yun love.

The sight causes something bittersweet to catch and burn in his chest and in an attempt to do something with all that feeling, he scoops Jee up into a hug, burrows his face into her hair, makes her giggle and squirm as he showers her with as much affection as he can express.

Later, when he’s back home, alone in his apartment and considering if he’ll ask Eddie to give Tommy the bracelet or if he should hold off until he runs into Tommy on a call, Buck remembers the sticky note. He wonders if Jee-yun remembers that it was Tommy who gave her the bracelet-making set in the first place, wonders if that’s why she wanted him to have one. He wonders if Tommy knows Jee still thinks of him, still refers to him as Mister Tommy, if Chimney tells him any of that.

He should, Buck decides. Tommy should know how much he was a part of their family, even if-- even if he decided it wasn’t worth it, in the end.

It’s important that he knows.

Buck pulls up their text thread on his phone. Scrolls back, as always, to the last few messages they’d exchanged. Looks at the unanswered texts he’d sent after that first call since the breakup, back when he thought - no, knew - he’d seen some of his own heartbreak reflected on Tommy’s face. Back when he’d had hope.

He’d been so convinced, and now…

He tries to put it out of his mind, scrolls back down. Types, Jee-yun made something for you and I promised to make sure you got it. Sends the message before he can chicken out. Thinks about adding, I still have some of your stuff. Decides against it. Instead, types out, I can give it to Eddie? Then, unless you want me to drop it off myself. Hesitates. Types, I don’t mind. Sends that, too.

Tommy never replies.

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Warnings: mentions of blood/gore, I mean he's actively threatening you

Thinking you could trick him and get away was a big mistake. The muzzle of Anaxa’s gun is directly touching your forehead. One squeeze of his finger and it's over, so why are you still smiling?

“Hey, Anaxa.” Your grin grows wider as you raise your hands innocently in the air next to your head. The pressure of the barrel on your skin increases. You know how much he hates you calling him that. He knows you know that. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Tell us what you know." Another press of the gun to your head.

"What makes you think I know something?" You pout, tone sounding far dumber than Anaxa knows you to be. You wouldn't be so coy unless you had a way to get out of this, and the most valuable thing to him is knowledge.

"If you don't, then I guess I'm going to have your brain staining my wall," He hisses insistently.

"You're no fun. Fine. I may have located someone who took something from you." Your hand goes to cover your left eye, the same one Anaxa hides behind his eyepatch. At your motion, he grits his teeth, recalling the sting in that same location.

"Now, if you would be so kind as to remove your little toy," Your index finger taps the barrel of the gun, "I'll tell you what you want to know."

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Lil extra from my BuckTommy amnesia fic (other tease is here)

Edit: first chapter is out 🫶🏻

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Buck had never felt relief quite like when Tommy finally opened his eyes again.

Two days had been far too long. The plastic chair by the side of Tommy‘s bed had carved lines along the outside of his thighs, his back protesting the near constant hunch so that Buck could rest his head on the edge of the bed. He had to be close, close enough to feel the warmth of Tommy’s body, close enough to press a gentle kiss to the hand he hadn’t let go of for almost 48 hours.

When he opened his eyes again it felt like the sun had finally come up after a long night.

“H-hey you.” Buck squeezed his hand softly,

Tommy opened his mouth but didn’t speak, brows furrowed as he shifts on the bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? I can get the nurse, she said they were giving you some painkillers anyway but I could-“

He falters midway as he feels Tommy move his hand, the one Buck had been holding onto like a lifeline, away from him. Buck frowns, brain immediately admonishing him for holding it too tightly, he was probably squeezing too hard. He looks up at Tommy and opens his mouth to apologise but stops dead at the look on Tommy’s face.

Confusion, distrust, fear.

“Who are you?”

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I can't even remember the last time I did one of these y'all. This semester really took it out of me holy cow. But! With only three finals remaining, I might get a chance to actually post some words! (And answer the make me write asks I haven't done yet 😅). Anyhoo, I have... started another wip! Danger Prone Diaz in fact! So, have a little calm before the storm:

“I just don't understand why every time I leave, Ravi's here, and every time I come back, he's gone,” Eddie comments, spraying cleaner on the glass of the locker room. He'd been excited to get to work with Ravi again. It was always fun watching his horrified expressions whenever the team got a little too personal, and he fit in seamlessly with A shift. But the day Eddie announced he was coming back, also the day they all discovered Bobby was alive, Ravi filed a transfer request. Buck ducks his head with a bashful smile and a soft laugh. He gives Eddie that squinty lopsided grin that always makes his heart skip and shrugs as he focuses on cleaning the glass. “Well, that… might be my fault.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Might? What'd you do, chase him around with another chainsaw?” Buck shoves at his shoulder. “I did not. I just… don't think he likes you, that's all.” Eddie pouts. He's not too proud to deny it. He thought he and Ravi were friends! “No, no, it's not you,” Buck rushes to correct, but it really doesn't help much. “It's… Well, while you were gone, I might've… talked about you. A- a bit.” Eddie raises both eyebrows now, his chin tilted down as if to ask de veras? Because really. De veras? Ravi doesn't like Eddie because Buck talked about Eddie? “Talked about me how?” He sprays the next section and taps the glass, because Buck has abandoned their task in favor of yapping, which Eddie loves, but they really need to get their chores done at the same time. Buck turns to the glass, mutters something Eddie can't hear over the squeak of the squeegee in Buck's hand. Eddie grabs his wrist to stop his movement. “I'm sorry, what was that?”

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