#fic title: in the line of love
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So I got a few people who requested this and im so excited to reignite the passion I have for this story so im gonna give you a little bit more than a few sentences 🥹
🚨Cop!Eddie x Doctor!Buck au (where Bobby and Athena are Buck’s adoptive parents)
TW!! Mentions of gun violence
Buck leans back against Eddie’s desk, arms folded tightly across his chest and his lips curls into a straight line as he waits for his boyfriend to finish the last of his paperwork.
Ever since the shooting at the hospital, Buck had felt extremely uncomfortable and anxious, crawling out of his skin at the slightest bit of loud and sudden noise. And a heavy door slamming shut in the distance raises his pulse almost instantly, his entire body flinching and he swallows harshly, trying to swallow down the tears that were forming in his eyes. He didn’t even feel safe in a police station, surrounding by armed police officers. He didn’t even feel safe next to his boyfriend. Buck barely had time to digest that thought, Eddie’s hand gently made its way onto his lower back.
Buck also hadn’t been back to work yet. He tried. He even tried more than once but all he could think about was seeing several of his friends and colleagues lying dead on the ground in a blood of their own blood. He had known some of these people since med school and now they were just…gone. And despite the fact that he had seen people die before, it had never been like this. And he had never held a dying coworker in his arms, begging him to help her. Molly is-…was his friend. And he could feel the weight of her dead against his when he woke up in the middle of the night. He could feel and see his white coat being soaked in a loved one’s blood.
“Hey. You wanna go?” Eddie says gently, noting Buck’s heavy breaths and far off stare.
“Maybe I should get a gun” Buck turns to look at him. Maybe it doesn’t make sense. Maybe he shouldn’t get a gun but it’s the first thing that comes to mind.
Eddie blinks a few times as he stands up, searching Buck’s eyes for an explanation that never comes. “Buck, that’s not a good idea. The last thing this city needs is more guns in the hands of untrained civilians” Eddie tries to reason.
“But you could teach me, right? You’re an instructor” Buck points out.
Eddie wants to argue with Buck’s logic but he’s also right. He is certified as an instructor. But Eddie has to put his foot down even though he hates it. He knew that Buck was scared. He knew that he was barely eating or sleeping, even after seeing a psychiatrist. But this wouldn’t help at all.
“I could” Eddie takes a deep breath in before he continues. “But I’m not going to. I know you’re scared, I know that you feel helpless-…”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Buck cuts into the middle of it. “Then help me!” It comes out louder than anticipated and has a few of the surrounding officers looking at them. “Help me, Eddie. Please, I-I-I can’t spend the rest of my life feeling like this” Buck’s bottom lip quivers as he speaks but he doesn’t care who can see or hear him.
He needs this.
He needs to feel safe again.
He needs to be able to protect himself and his friends and coworkers.
He needs to not feel like a nine-year old defenseless kid again.
He needs to not feel scared ever again.
Make me write ✍️
Using this as my tease tidbit tuesday (even tho it’s technically wednesday here 🤫)
Some of y’all also requested it in my asks so consider this your tag for both the story and ttt/wip wednesday 🥰
Tagged by @wikiangela @weewootruck @dangerpronebuddie @hippolotamus 💕
Tagging!! @tizniz @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck
@honestlydarkprincess @elvensorceress @wildlife4life
@thewolvesof1998 @bidisasterevankinard @butraura
@giddyupbuck @daffi-990 @actualalligator
@actuallyitsellie @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings
@devirnis @jeeyuns @jesuisici33
@slightlyobsessedwitheverything @fionaswhvre 🦋🩵
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie wip#cop!eddie x doctor!buck au#fic title: in the line of love#buddie fic#911 on abc#evan buck buckley#diazheartsbuckley writes#tease tidbit tuesday
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“Golden child, lion girl; tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, broken boy; tell me what it's like to burn.”
Aegon gave up on her. He and his family moulded her into this thing. This assassin and pawn and Queen and mother and maid, all at once. And she managed to ace each of their tests with flying colours, excelling at each one until it was too much for them. She could forgive him for everything, except for that. Except for giving up and getting bored with the horrible person he created.
i’m never gonna love (again) - chapter xxxvi
#WE FINALLY REACHED THE END#im never gonna love again#aegon ii targaryen#fanfic#team green#aegon x oc#hotd#asoiaf#aegon targaryen fanfic#house of the dragon#team green fanfic#aegon targaryen smut#aegon fic#aegon targaryen fic#yup the title of the chapter is that line from heroes by bowie#i’m sad
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Making Love While the World Collapses (read on ao3)
M // 330 words // a vignette at the end of the world tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr
They want the last thing they'll ever feel to be each other.
#🔒 my fics are on ao3 and require an account to read 🔒#DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT#EVERYBODY DIES THERE IS NO HAPPY ENDING#but they spend the end together#i don't know why i'm hurting all you beautiful readers so much lately but i PROMISE some smut is coming soon#yeah it's a chappel roan lyric title but that line punched me in the face okay#haven't used a song lyric for a title since i was a teenager DAMMIT CHAPPEL I BLAME YOU (love you babe)#x files fanfic#the x files#xf fic#xf fanfic#dana scully#fox mulder#msr#xfiles#the xfiles#mulder and scully#my fic#my writing#dailytxf#making love while the world collapses
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it’s all the rest of what i want with you
connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k
Summary:
“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”
“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.
in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!
#OFFICIAL FIC ANNOUNCEMENT 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️ i wish i had pretty fic graphics but alas i have No Skill and also. so much work i should be doing bu#HI SHE’S HERE i would love to say this is a complete surprise drop except i have Anxiety & i needed to ask you guys about it beforehand#in my defense i started writing this in like. january far before any tragedy occurred#because square asked about my tags on their dewey2 art and she spawned like. a million more thoughts about it#including the part where i got absolutely kicked in the face with the lightning vision of those two lines.#like those two lines are the first actual lines of the fic i wrote ajdhkwdiowdjiw ANYWAY please be nice to me i know i am always like#‘this is not the first real fic i ever thought i’d post’ and if i had a nickel i’d have three but this is the first pwp i’ve ever posted#and it’s 8k and it’s not a fic for an exchange (although technically i did very much write this for the dewey^2 hivemind so.)#i have SO many things to say i have so many comments on this doc also i couldn’t pick a title for the LONGEST time and i finally decided on#this one but the full quote was too long:#all the rest of what i want with you that scares me shitless#so. i was angling SO hard to make a yung gravy lyric as a title bc i saw the video of him at a wild game but i couldn’t find a good one#and instead y’all got a very sentimental title l m a o.#liv in the replies#shout out to the extended universe this lives in and also my unhinged comments in the docs.#if you liked fun fuck a baby in him friday i’ll be here all week i promise i am the exact same in the comments as i am in the tags 🫡#the NUMBER of times i wrote something in this by pulling it out of my ass and then actually went back and did the research & was RIGHT is.#far too high. also the amount of coincidental things that dropped while i was writing this (yung gravy song about pregnancy AFTER i wheeze#laughed myself into a yung gravy title the athletic player poll confirming my restaurant & bar choices from googling ‘st. paul good bars’…)#also if anybody got advice on formatting for these little announcements. help. this is different from my miro/luka one &i’m still not happy
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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.
#TYSM FOR INDULGING ME ANON!!!!!!#these r all very important to me#anyway im abt to spoil where the titles are from bc i cant contain myself 😔😔#it’s your touch that i need is a pinkpantheress lyric (song: just for me) bc her music is so gojocoded and ESP bfb!gojo coded…#also the lyrics are very much in tune w the fic and reader being horrendously down bad#hunter; you were human is a lyric from one of my favorite mitski songs pearl diver <333 it just feels mer!sugu coded to me!!#but the song is a lot more somber than the fic#consider the hairpin turn is ofc a line from a richard siken poem <333 bc kenny is sikencoded and this fic is VERY in tune w you are jeff#that’s the name of the poem btw. you are jeff. it’s super good go read it rn !!!#only in the next world is a quote from my belovedest video game disco elysium :3 the full quote is:#“true love is possible only in the next world — for new people. it is too late for us. wreak havoc on the middle class.”#<- which is just. insanely gojocoded#aaaand finally signs of affection is the name of a persona 4 song that i rlly like :3 im not completely sure if that should be the title#but im going w it for now <333#anyway if you read all this pls know ily. 🫂🫂 here’s your gold star ⭐️ !!#ask tag ✩
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any stuart crumbs for us tonight?
I haven't really worked on it lately because I've been trying to focus on the fest fic (and coming up with a million other wips on the side to distract me from the fact that I cannot for the love of me get that fucking opening right). Buuuut here's a snippet from the funeral scene:
I feel like Neil and Stuart's relationship has a lot of potential, though it doesn't really get explored past the basic on this fic (at least not in my plans). I don't think they could ever see eye to eye in any universe that was not drastically different, and there is something to me that just feels right about this limbo they settle on, where Stuart is still protecting Neil from a distance but neither of them really have anything to do with each other, kind of like a mafia guardian angel. They both had one thing in common, and it was Mary, but even then she meant very different things to each of them. Now that she's gone, though, they remain connected by having been two people that loved her – and I think that does impact the fact that they won't let their relantionship evolve past being Mary's brother and Mary's son, as if they are preserving some part of her by refusing to let those versions of each other go, and allowing themselves to get closer as who they are now would shatter that illusion.
Also, I went through the last book and in his appearences after Baltimore, Stuart doesn't call Neil by name (granted, they have only one on-screen conversation), and in Baltimore, he calls him Nathaniel and not Abram – so though I do think Stuart refers to him as Neil in their conversations, in his mind Stuart will always think of him as Nathaniel. Because I think that while he doesn't resent Neil personally for it, Stuart is very aware of whose son he is.
(In a similar way, Stuart thinks of Ichirou as Ichirou even though he refers to him as Lord Moriyama most of the time before they get closer, because I do think fitting that a British man has some bones to pick with the class implications of the Moriyama's hierarchy and no one is stopping him from being blatantly disrespectful inside his mind. There is a pretty good case to be made in canon for the fact that Stuart doesn't really respect Ichirou at all even if he knows to fear him and that's a very fun balance to navigate).
It was also pretty fun to describe Andrew from the perspective of someone who is soooo indifferent to his existence. He's just a little guy to Stuart.
There's probably more I could say but I should really sleep now. So... Bone apple teeth?
#soooooo much of this fic is about me just saying GRIEF IS A BITCH I WANT MY SISTER BACK with my whole chest#but don't worry it is offset by plenty of genuine character analysis#and even more toxic yaoi. perfectly balanced as all things should be etc etc#also I don't know why I decided to be coy about it when I did the first line challenge#so Ill start tagging it by title bc I really love my titles and they are a cornerstone of my creative process anyway#so#my wips#fic: the art of failing up#stuart hatford#neil josten#mary hatford#ichirou moriyama#also I need a good ship name for stuart/ichirou like yesterday
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sifo: we should pick a bland code name to use instead of sith. something greatly disliked so it would make sense that we're complaining about it. ari: dairy. milkmen. lactose. sifo: right. i call this meeting of the dairy defamation d ... can't think of a word. ari: dominion. division.
~planning the serenno arc chapters means i get to seed things now like the 'can clearly see that it is the depression when looking back, but not at the time' bits, like at the perlemian orbital facility gathering~
“I don't know,” I burst out, then flip my hood up over my head. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me. Everything feels wrong. A weight has fastened itself to me, a set of armour that impedes instead of protects. There's a shrieking, out-of-tune viol where the pegs have been twisted so far around that the strings are ready to snap like the negative reinforcement of an elastic band against my wrist each time a thought I don't want surfaces. He looks around and leads me off to the side, just beyond the entrance of a hallway that leads to the off-limits part of the station. It’s lined with fancy chairs that look more like sugar confections atop a cake than actual furniture. Master Si pulls one of the chairs over and sits in it, leaning forward until his head is on the same level as mine. “Hey, it's okay.” “No, it's not.” My throat constricts. “Then we'll make it okay, all right? Come here, breathe with me.” He cups my elbows and I rest my hands on the inside of his forearms, on the bracers he wears to keep his sleeves out of the way. They are more decorative than utilitarian, with elasticized lacing up the inside where the fabric of his sleeves bunches up. I clear my throat thrice and blink rapidly to clear my eyes. In for the count of three, hold for the count of seven, and then out for five. Again. And again. It takes a few more rounds than usual until the shrieking becomes more of a background hum. Still there, but quieted enough until it can be properly dealt with later. “Want a hug?” “Lean.” “No, I'm Sifo-Dyas,” he says like it's the pinnacle of wit, but straightens up in the chair so I can lean into his side. I swat his leg with the back of my hand like I've spotted a mosquito there. After a moment, I speak. “Come on, there are milkmen to stick pins into.” “Picked a particular poking pin?” “Illegitimacy of all milkmen claiming the title after the moon landing.”
#keeping up with the skywalkers#galaxies far far away may be closer than they appear#the 'moon landing' is exar kun running away to yavin iv#i'm going to be able to use 'moon is haunted.' 'what?' 'moon's fucking haunted.' in this fic and i love it.#because the line of jen'ari inheritance stops at him when it rebounds back from ulic qel-droma. and he's still 'alive' enough#well. aware. he's the haunting. (in this house sith spirits and force ghosts ARE different AND both exist)#never named another shadow hand sooo (the usurper vitiate. the usurper revan. the usurper nihilus. /stannis baratheon moment)#nor was he defeated/killed by someone taking the title that way. the line of bane being an illegitimate sith line is hilarious to me
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Desolation
They were the ones that picked up their arms and their legs and carried on. And it’s a good job they did, because there was no one else left.
The oldest living human in the universe, and the oldest dead human in the universe, stranded together on an orange cliffside, overlooking a magenta ocean.
It wasn’t their first choice of real estate, but being the only survivors of the crash meant they didn’t have much of a choice. They could only drag their salvaged materials so far, after all. So they settled in for the long haul, and used their scraps and some white wood from a distant forest to build their home atop the great orange cliff.
There wasn’t anything they could really...do, about the wreckage of the Red Dwarf. Neither of them could swim to it, obviously, and there was something about the local ocean water that made Lister kind of itchy, anyway. So they left it alone, as a great, big reminder of everything, and everyone, they’d lost.
Sometimes pieces would break off, sometimes other pieces would wash ashore, and sometimes, those pieces would even be useful. Sometimes Lister, bleeding heart that he was, would just walk outside of their house, stare into the horizon, and weep.
Bloody tosser, Rimmer would think, with tears in his hologramatic eyes.
There’s a special kind of loneliness, being the only life you know of on a planet. It’s not the kind of loneliness when you’re in the corner of a party and no one will speak with you, oh no. It’s more like when you’re in the corner of a party and no one is speaking to you but all the people who aren’t speaking to you are at least a million light years away, and your only way to even have a hope of a drink thrown in your face is half-submerged in this strange pink ocean, hazy in the distance.
Ah well. They were probably a bunch of smegheads anyway.
But they carried on, with the slow acceptance that they were well and truly lost. No enemies, sure, but also no friends—except each other.
And then, erm. Perhaps a bit more than friends, actually. Not sure when that happened, honestly, but who was left to judge? That’s right, no one, so mind your business, please.
They would often look to the sky. The sky, color of fresh mango juice. The rings that surrounded the planet always bisecting the vast expanse, creating some truly interesting sunsets that Dave was always LOOKING THE OTHER WAY FOR, COME ON-
Oh, they had their moments. But neither of them would ever be the same. They walked slower, lived slower, sat quieter. They had both existed since three million years in the past, and something deep in their cellular DNA seemed to know it. Imagine if you were three million years old and got launched into a new planet that seemed to only have plants on it, and see how you fare, eh? You’d have to become a vegetarian.
And when they succumbed to the cold orange earth, and their house fell into disrepair, and every broken and rusted piece of the Red Dwarf had succumbed to the sands of time...the microbes that had set up shop in Lister’s dead bones had evolved to the point of arguing with each other over whether there was a God or not.
Wish I could tell you, dear reader, that their conception of religion was based on dear old Arnie and Davey, but it wasn’t. They lived on this planet, and died on this planet, without anything of sentience to even know their names. Both of them were well and truly forgotten, and there’s no coming back from that.
But hey. They had still mattered.
#red dwarf#rimmster#yknow ive only watched like four episodes of this show#but multiple of my loved ones have beamed knowledge about this show into my brain#and i hear you all like psychological damage...#the first line is from the title of that ace attorney red dwarf fic#i drew this at 1 in the morning and wrote it at 2 in the morning#i was unwell that night
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i feel like your roman candle; misty/nat, 8k, explicit
written in response to a series of tumblr erotic prompts (since i ended up getting many more than i was expecting, i have combined the ones that fit!).
prompts used: caught masturbating, torn lace, against the wall, fingers (@igotreallyreallytiredofmyoldurl), “do that again”, hair, panting, love bites, taste, restrained, desperate, tease, on the edge, and in public (if you squint)
read here on ao3
#mistynat#misty x nat#nat x misty#otp: you should be thanking me#otp#yellowjackets fic#mine#wordles#~~#this was supposed to be a short break fic! like 2k! CLASSIC me honestly#me writing mistynat: and unstoppable force (two of the most complex characters i've ever loved)#meet an immovable object (my complete inability to write established relationship fic)#(also classic me is choosing to make my first published nat pov fic when she's in her WEIRDEST SOFTEST headspace. i sure love a challenge!)#fyi i do intend to write more prompts since i still have a good handful of mistynat ones i'm inspired by#but i'll pick at them when i need another break from this long fic#ALSO ALSO gotta scream about how happy this title makes me. tfw you're looking at the band you KNOW you wanna use#(angelfish is like. PERFECT. for softer s2 nat amiright)#and you find a line that works on two levels SO PERFECTLY like. god that's the STUFF
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Me: *is watching the "it doesn't just feel like pretend" scene in 5x01* My sister: Somewhere @hecckyeah is screaming
#listen it's an amazing scene and that line is *chef's kiss*#and my sister said she knows you love that line#also it's your blog title lol so there's that#ANYWAYS i watched that scene like three times tonight. for normal non fan fic related reasons (said the liar)#chenford#lucy chen#tim bradford
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12 poems for 2024
i’m learning a poem by heart every month this year, may’s poem is shakespeare’s sonnet 15
And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
january’s poem
february’s poem
march’s poem
april’s poem
#i owe the man for stealing a line from this sonnet for a fic series title haha#anyways#going good so far i have read more poetry this year than the last few years combined#whoever the user is who thought of this challenge i hope you have a good day at work today i love you#12 poems for 2024#may poem
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Here you go my love 😘
“So if you tried to uh-..” Eddie has to pause his sentence to take it all in, to realize what Buck has just told him. He gets why he kept it to himself and he gets why this is an even deeper betrayal of Buck’s trust. And he knows how much it took for them to get to this point.
“Kill him, then why isn’t it considered attempted murder? I don’t understand this. I-…” Eddie stops himself completely from talking because he doesn’t want to make this conversation even more complicated than it already is.
Buck chews on his bottom lip, weighing his words because he has never shared this with anyone else. Only Maddie, Bobby and Athena. They were the only ones who should know about it but Eddie has become so important in his life that he wants to share that piece of his past. And parts of him also want to shut Eddie up about him not getting a gun because of his criminal record. Although right now, he isn’t sure that Eddie is still worthy of his trust because he went behind his back, behind Athena’s back and got his sealed records.
“Because my adoptive mom protected me. She had arrested me several times before that and she knew that I wasn’t safe but CPS wasn’t listening. So she uh-…” Buck says, exhaling deeply as he fiddles with his thumbs, not looking in Eddie’s direction as tears start to fall.
“She made a compelling case to the judge. I mean, not that compelling because it wasn’t considered self defense but it’s better than attempted murder. She promised the judge that I’d be her personal responsibility. And her and Bobby had recently been approved as emergency foster care providers, so they took me in and uh, they ended up adopting me even though I tried to keep them at a distance”
Make me write ✍🏻
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 on abc#buddie wip#buddie fic#fic title: in line of love#cop!eddie x doctor!buck#make me write#this is seriously testing my math abilities#but I love it
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I love Wayne Visser for accidentally writing the most Kalluzeb-coded poems I've ever seen:
It's really giving Bahryn to me. Gentle embraces in the midst of pain especially; there are so many moments in the Honorable Ones (besides the obvious life-sparing one) when Zeb is clearly putting the fact that Kallus is injured ahead of the fact that he's an enemy, and he's not so rough with him as you might expect. And of course it was a night of anguish for both of them, as they recounted the most scarring moments of their lives side-by-side with their enemy, in the freezing cold, but there was the contrast of hope, of understanding, just like the contrasts in the poem.
This is giving post-Zero Hour. A whole lot. Courage blossoms in the midst of fear—I mean come on, Kallus just turned his back on his entire life up to this point to join a rebellion that may or may not succeed, but he still did it. And now he and Zeb are no longer mortal rivals, but friends and compatriots, and whatever healing either of them has yet to do can be done together, as two wounded warriors fighting for a better future.
This is just...very Kalluzeb. This is them. Their lives during the Rebellion, when they're not always together on the same missions; their lives after the Rebellion, when they've found peace and they have to adjust to not being at war anymore; their lives together at all knowing they used to be enemies, but also that they were somehow pulled together by the Ashla for better things.
The poem is called Kismet. And how could they believe that it took anything less than an act of fate to bring them together, with all the history they had? How much more blessed could their union be, if destiny itself worked on their behalf?
#kalluzeb#garazeb orrelios#zeb#alexsandr kallus#star wars#Star Wars rebels#Wayne visser#kismet#this guy just writes poems that give kalluzeb so hard#I mean his love poetry as a whole really gets me#but the stuff that gives kalluzeb is in an entire other realm of me loving it#also there are lines in a lot of his work that make for really good fic titles in case any of you all were looking for inspiration#poetry#please guys I'm begging you be as obsessed with this as I am#be insane about it with me#martianbugsbunny ships
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and for Gunter's birthday fic this year I finally ended up writing Leigh's love confession to him; I promise his birthday is relevant!! 💜❤️
Read the story here on AO3
#summoner leigh/gunter#summoner oc#summoner leigh#knightea#fire emblem heroes#almost typed 'surprisingly there are no mentions of tea in this fic' but then i REMEMBERED the one scene#anyways this fic is much more from my summoner's perspective but since they exist because of gunter he is very relevant <3 <3#title comes from an old version of the story where leigh had the line of:#'Of you… and of me… and how much I yearn--despite all the hurdles--#to stand by your side and love you in every capacity there exists on this earth.'#i really thought hard about titling it something else but nothing quite sounded right ;u; so here we are!#remember when i said the fic i wrote for ocxcanon week was the longest fic i wrote for them. HAHA. WELL;;;;#shoving these two in the cupboard like favoured china you don't wanna use too much#i desperately need to go write other ships as a palate cleanser. love gunterleigh but gooooood do they use every brain cell in my head#gunter (fates)#fe heroes#my writing
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everything i loved and feared (first 1k)
hello scarianblr beloveds this is the unedited very beginning of my completed scarian fic that im posting for the hell of it. fic is 7k rn but that will likely expand after the final draft rewrite<3 so this is just a funky little teaser thats gonna be rewritten anyway, hence why i dont mind sharing.
CWs for: blood, graphic injury, implied character death. Enjoy :]
Grian’s eyes are red now.
It’s an odd color on him– not because it doesn’t suit him, but because it suits him far too well. Like a glove, Scar thinks past the hazy, heady fog settling over his mind. Red like his tattered sweater– like the blood that beads between Scar's neck and shoulder, clouding the water he kneels in. Red like life.
Red like love.
That’s the fog settling thick over his senses. Love, the amalgamation of it, something so beautiful and terrible that anyone else wouldn’t– shouldn’t– look at it head-on. But inside Scar’s chest is a warm purr; he has rolled the die, shown his hand, and now Grian stands over him, vibrating red, red, red. He’s gorgeous like this, all righteous, trembling fury. Scar wants to pull him close and kiss him until they’re both dead.
“You can kill me” he says, and his voice shakes with the cost of this victory. “Grian. You can kill me.”
Above him, an avenging angel falters. Grian’s sword, so swift with its raging swing, lowers by a noticeable fraction. “What? No.”
“For everything you did to me,” Scar says, breathless, “to keep me alive this long– you may slay me, and take the enchanter.” He lowers his head, until his forehead brushes against cool, rippling water. It feels like benediction. It feels like a curse.
Grian will win. It is both the least and most Scar can do for him.
When Grian speaks, his voice is small. “No– no, I can’t. I literally can’t. Scar–”
“Do it,” Scar insists, that eager haze billowing through his veins, unfolding to rest with steady pressure against his bowed spine. Distantly, he wonders why nothing is singing. There should be war horns, trumpets, a blazing, crescendoing melody. Birds, at the very least.
Instead there is only miserable silence.
Grian sucks in an audible breath. “I’m not–” he starts, then breaks off; Scar lifts his head to watch him struggle, how his grip loosens on the hilt of his sword, how his eyes pinch around the edges. Grian flinches, presses his free hand to his head, eyes going middle-distant.
“The spectators want a fight,” he says at last, hollow.
And this is what he's waited for, this moment of realization; the other shoe dropped, the culmination of the game they've waltzed around. Scar smooths his voice, curling it around the two of them with gentle, insistent pressure. “It’s okay, G. You can kill me. You can be the winner.”
For one, long moment, Grian holds his stare, expression flayed open for only Scar to see. Raw and wild, his eyes gleam in the dawning sun– thin strands of hair curl around his ears, damp from their earlier struggle in the pond.
Slow, so slow it’s almost imperceptible, Grian shakes his head. Clenches his jaw. “Scar, they want blood.” Something in his face shifts– some beetled brow, a muscle jumping before smoothing out. He’s shaking: ripples blooming around him as he wavers on his feet, as if adrenaline has finally retracted its claws.
Scar’s shaking too. Even in this, they are together.
Scar opens his mouth– to push, to press, to snap him out of whatever spell holds him in suspension– but Grian beats him to it; his sword lifts from its helpless stance, glittering bright and blue in the sun. His mouth twists, tired affection curling the corners of his lips.
“Scar,” Grian says, “no matter what happens, we can claim this as a double victory. Right?”
The words are a cool caress against his fevered skin. Scar sinks into them, eyes drifting shut– because even now, with victory dancing through his veins, he can’t look Grian in the face when he kills him. “Yes,” he breathes, and braces for the blow, the cut of diamond against his carotid–
It never comes.
Instead, a rush of air as the sword comes down; the sharp, wet schlck of a blade entering flesh; a choked-off, gurgling yelp. Scar’s eyes fly open just as Grian falls to his knees with a splash, and–
And blood is tumbling from his gut in great scarlet waves where his sword is buried, slicking around his hands where he grips the hilt. Grian’s teeth are stained as he grins up at Scar, sharp and feral, eyes alight with more fire than Scar has seen in them since he knelt to die. “You win,” Grian hisses, and shudders, one hand flying out to sink into the silt of the pond they’re both kneeling in. Like a toppling tower, the rest of his body follows suit, falling sideways into bloody water.
The fog clouding his mind is ripped away in one fell swoop. Scar isn’t sure if he screams– all he knows is that one moment Grian is collapsing, and the next Scar is holding him, breath stuttering in his lungs.
“Grian– Grian, no, hang on. Wait, wait, wait, no, no– no, no, no, no. Grian.” His hands find the hilt of Grian’s sword, but make no move to pull it out– that would just kill him faster. It's like he's been punched– the bright, earnest rays of the sun have missed their mark, gilded the wrong death in stunning, flagrant gold. “What are you doing?” he chokes, like that will reverse everything.
Grian was supposed to win. Grian was supposed to be the winner.
“They never said what kind of blood,” Grian says, hazy. His lips wobble. “I can’t– I couldn’t, Scar. I couldn’t kill you.” When he coughs, blood bubbles on his lips. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not,” Scar whispers, fingers shifting to catch in the wet strands of Grian’s hair. “You did that on purpose– Grian, you were supposed to win.”
He’d done everything– cast the die, folded his cards, offered up his life, because Scar knows himself; he could never handle being alone. Not in that emptiness. Maybe it’s selfish, how he’d planned to let Grian take that fall instead– but Scar is selfish. And more than that, he’s in love: awful, truthful, scarlet love, with a man now dying in his arms.
“You weren’t supposed to die,” Scar wails, terror thick in his lungs, despair a weight around his ankle. He leans forward, brushing his forehead against Grian’s, until the trembling puffs of breath from Grian’s lips fan over his own. “Grian– how could you?”
When he pulls back again, Grian grins at him. The sun slips across his face, revealing the pale, faded remnants of freckles scattered over his cheeks. Scar has always wanted to count them. He’s never gotten close enough until now. “Guess I’m just not cut out to be a winner,” he murmurs, one hand lifting to rest, delicate as a butterfly, over Scar’s cheek.
He does not say I love you. He does not say anything at all. Instead he guides Scar’s head down, until their lips brush, the taste of copper flooding Scar’s tongue. Then his hand drops, breath hitching, head lolling back–
Scar wakes up choking on his own desperate scream.
#scarian#goodtimeswithscar#grian#gtws#3rd life#trafficshipping#trafficblr#hermitcraft#mostly for the last line tbh#again sorry for quality this WILL be entirely rewritten#ao3 black tie vs tumblr sweatpants etc etc#thank u to kai in cf for looking at this and telling me its not as bad as i thought it was EJDNSJDJD#a real one ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ mwah mwah#anyway yes this is how the fic Starts#im out here with a metal baseball bat and im swinging#shouting speaks#my snippets#ALSO THATS THE TITLE!! THATS THE OFFICIAL TITLE!!! AAAAAAAA i love love love it im so pleased at how well the song fits the fic#(its from Silver and Gold by City and Colour ftr)#mcyt#txt
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#yoooo wicked lines from ppplmgwiw WIP i was lowk cooking……#<- LMFAOO THE TITLE it’s from da smiths song if u know it#I DONT WANNA SAY WHO THIS IS FOR / WHOS TALKING as an element of surprise.. but if u guess it then u guess it >_>#sora.txt#snek pek#I MISSED THIS FIC SM ITS BEEN AGES SINCE IVE LAST TOUCHED IT 😭 n it’s catered to my niche too#I AM SHOWING U IM WRITING so u love me…
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