#week 5 fic 1

[screamlet]

118 daily drabble (day 44; triage)

@118dailydrabble

notes: in the same verse as this drabble: 5 times buck and tommy tried to divorce each other and 1 time they gave up.

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the first time

"We can't keep doing this," Evan says quietly.

"Could we not do this now? We're hurt, we're not thinking straight."

"We're never thinking straight and if you turn that into a joke—"

Evan doesn't finish his threat and Tommy doesn't make a joke; things are dire. They've been dire, today and for a while, but it feels different.

"We're adrenaline junkies," Evan says. "We talk through our problems, we find new problems, we separate, and then there's some accident and here we are, back in hospital triage. We're in love. We can't live without each other, right? That's the only thing that matters."

Tommy's quiet, then says: "I want a divorce."

Evan picks at his bandage. "Me too."

[wangxianficrecs]

had a marvelous time ruining everything by livinginaworldofnoise

had a marvelous time ruining everything

by livinginaworldofnoise (@gh0st-0f-luke)

G, WIP, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: “Great news, though—well, actually, it may depend how you define ‘great.’” Wei Wuxian folds himself into a cross-legged position and makes a sweeping gesture with one arm toward the closet, from which Lan Wangji can now hear a strange rattling noise. “While you were gone I managed to catch another one!” “Another . . . cat?” Lan Wangji pulls the closet door open wider and stares at the cage he finds there, inside of which a small black cat is clinging to the ceiling bars with all the desperation of a cornered wild animal. “That’s Volcano!” Wei Wuxian says by way of explanation. “She’s a little spicy.” OR: 5 times wangxian's feral kittens get in the way of lan wangji proposing + 1 time they help Kay's comments: I for one think that Tectonic Plate is a wonderful name for a cat. This story is a lot of fun and very cute and Wangxian are such cat people. Love seeing them having to interact with a fluffle of half-feral kittens and I really enjoy Lan Wangji's POV in this. He's so funny! If only he was allowed to propose to his boyfriend! Excerpt: Lan Wangji shakes his head. An urgent care trip to treat Jiang Cheng’s idiocy doesn’t exactly set the right tone for a romantic evening, so Lan Wangji has already written off the idea of proposing tonight. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll order takeout when you return.” Wei Wuxian grins and plants a very welcome kiss on Lan Wangji’s mouth that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jiang Cheng, who pretends to gag. Lan Wangji ignores him and pulls Wei Wuxian in for a second kiss, mostly out of love but perhaps partly out of spite. Lan Wangji lets out a small sigh after the brothers depart, feeling like the perfect proposal is once again slipping out of his reach. Is he just going to keep postponing this dinner date for eternity? He can’t bring himself to blame Volcano, though. Biting Jiang Cheng is a very reasonable thing to do in her position. Lan Wangji can’t say that he wouldn’t be tempted if he were a cat. And if he gives Volcano a couple extra treats when he goes in to feed them some wet food, that’s no one’s business but his own.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, established relationship, 5+1 things, fluff and crack, humor, marriage proposal, cats, pets

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[stephcassweek]

Welcome!

This is the account running Stephcass week 2024, and I’m Zel! The week will run from the 28th of October to the 3rd of November, using the prompts below. Feel free to do as few or as many prompt as you would like, and post the work on the day of the prompt.

Prompts!

Monday 28th: Rooftop tag/sparring

Tuesday 29th: Alternate universes

Wednesday 30th: Panel redraw/canon compliant

Thursday 31st: On the case/undercover/Halloween

Friday 1st: Galas/wedding

Saturday 2nd: Civilians/Metas (superpowers)

Sunday 3rd: Childhood/monsters

Rules

1. No AI: this is a blanket ban and you will be blocked :)

2. No irrelevant submissions: the piece has to be Stephcass centric

3. Do your best to submit things on the correct day (this won’t be strict though)

4. Tag @stephcassweek and #stephcass week tag on your post so that this account can reblog it. For fic, post the link here on tumblr with these tags.

5. Don’t bash anyone’s creation (goes w/o saying)

Look through the tags of #arts and #fic to see creations! I will also tag reblogs with the day number so you can look through! Reblog this post to spread word etc! Have fun and good luck!!!

There is now a discord

[erisenyo]

For @fandomtrumpshate and just in time for @zukkaweek "Free Day", a horny fun one-shot featuring some established Zukka, some external POVs, Sokka being an artist, Zuko being a showoff, a bit of self-denial about who is indulging who in what, and mirrors.

[“Trying to clear out the street?” he manages, immediately giving into the urge to pant for the way it makes Zuko’s lips part, his eyes trained on Sokka’s chest in the mirror. “You don’t think they’d stay to enjoy the view?” Zuko rasps, eyes flicking up to Sokka’s and the evidence of just how much he’s enjoying it nudging against Sokka’s hip. Sokka lets out a half-breathless laugh even as desire coils through him. “The view of you, more like,” he says wryly. Zuko might never outright say it, but after so many years Sokka knows that it’s not him anyone is focused on in these particular fantasies.] Or, Sokka isn't an exhibitionist. But seeing what it does to Zuko...maybe he can find a way to indulge just a little.

[shattered-world]

tbh the fact that i ended up shipping carageta is really funny because i didn't even want to go see the movie. And now I'm halfway through typing up a second fic and it's been. a week. what happened.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @forthewolves @shitouttabuck @jeeyuns @rewritetheending @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @try-set-me-on-fire @wh0re-behavi0r @jesuisici33 @sibylsleaves @eowon

thank you beloveds! <3

been focusing mostly on the calls fic and desperately trying to claw myself out of the scene set during the lightning strike so have some of that

Eddie wraps an arm around his knees, tugging them closer to his chest. Something about being curled up like this makes him feel better, giving him the illusion of being able to protect himself and all of the mess he carries inside.

His hand falls across his knee, right where there is the tiniest hole in the fabric, an seemingly inconsequential and unnoticeable tear where the threads are worn and tired. He brushes his fingers across it, shivering when he doesn’t feel anything, so numb from the weight of three day old rain and unending terror and three minutes and seventeen seconds worth of death, both his and Buck’s.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he says mournfully while picking at the tear in his jeans. “I just–I want to talk to you. I want to say so many things but I don’t know the words and the one person that I can go to who can help me figure it all out is you. And you’re–you’re not here. Not really.”

The words taste like a lie.

Eddie picks and picks at the tear until he can fit his finger through, hooking it around the material roughly. He thinks about Chris asking if Buck could hear him. He thinks about being unable to answer because he truly had no idea and couldn’t offer his son something that wasn’t undeniably true. He thinks about wanting Buck to hear every word Chris says. He thinks about being unable to believe they can reach Buck now.

Tears sting and pluck at his eyes, demanding to be felt and released. He lets a few fall, more tracks across his face to add to the collection. He turns his face toward the phone in his hand, allowing himself to imagine that it’s not glass and metal but Buck’s warm, soft palm.

“I want you to talk to me,” Eddie whispers like a confession. “I want you to talk to me even though I can’t bear to go in that room and talk to you. I should be able to. Chris did. He’s so brave, Buck. I know he is scared and hurting, but he was able to stand next to you and look at you and touch you and tell you to come back. And I–” can’t, I can’t, I’m not good enough, I want to tell you everything, I don’t want to tell you anything at all because if I keep it then that means there will be another chance for me to tell you.

tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @lemonzestywrites @anxieteandbiscuits @diazass @bucks118 @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @butchdiaz @911onabc @arthursdent @bekkachaos @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz @folk-fae @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @spotsandsocks @bvckandeddie @fiona-fififi @devirnis @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @buddierights @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @paranoidbean and anyone else who wants to do it!

[walkingstackofbooks]

Oh my god, I'd forgotten what it was like to just write, to write good and to write well and to be hyperfixated on it for a whole afternoon without my brain falling asleep on me or wandering off somewhere else.

Like, 800 words in 5 hours is far from quick, but it's been consistent and ongoing (and tbf that's actually ignoring the little bit of Miles pov I've discarded) and gosh, I could almost cry, because I've been so anxious that I was just going to have to brute force this last scene of VA, but no. I'm enjoying it, just as much as I hoped I would.

[warpedpuppeteer]

Buddie Week Day 4: Eddie calling Buck 'Evan'

@911buddieweek (terribly sorry to the fest admin for tagging after the week is over! I really wanted to complete the week as a personal challenge even if it's delayed)

I’ll rearrange the letters of your name to spell love

Eddie starts calling Buck by 'Evan' and doesn't stop once he realizes Buck doesn't mind.

Or

5 times Eddie calls him Evan, and one time Buck calls him Edmundo.

Mature (for mild sexual content only in the beginning) | 2,817 words

> Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, SO MUCH FLUFF, The power of names (or something like that)

Eddie's eyes are shining bright with emotions and he has that one smile that he has when he's around Chris; Buck thinks it means love but Eddie is not at that point where he's said it to Buck yet. Buck doesn't mind, Eddie declares his love for Buck in a hundred different ways. He doesn't need words to tell him that. Eddie places a hand against his face and gently caresses Buck's cheek. “Do you want me to call you Evan more?”, he asks softly. And Buck swallows against the rush of feelings at the thought. “Yes. Yeah, I think so”, he says, and he knows he sounds strangled, his voice raw but Eddie doesn't say anything. He pulls Buck closer, back to tuck his head against his neck and moves his hand up and down Buck's back soothingly. “Anything for you, Evan”, and Buck lets out a happy sigh against him. Because that too sounds like ‘I love you’ when it comes from Eddie.

Read on AO3!

[wawamouse]

spent a bunch of time trying to figure out the Oz Macbeth rehearsal timelines (what with people coming and going) before i decided i don't care lol. what i did learn is that the character who plays Lady Macbeth is apparently named Stein.

Now here is a picture of Miguel reading his script:

[ai-higurashi]

I think all the triplets have, accidentally or on purpose, called Beakley "granny" at one point or another.

Louie is the first one to slip up and it's like calling the teacher "mom". Beakley doesn't comment on it but if Scrooge notices she's happier than usual afterwards despite acting as normal as possible, no he didn't <3.

Webby is ecstatic about it each and every time .

[apopcornkernel]

you know i saw the rpf poll pop up in my notifs and on second thought. it is truly incredible that i survived elem/hs shipping culture without much trauma. Like yeah someone i was barely friends with and ended up hating did write trashy fanfic about me along with other girls in the class and inexplicably paired us up with certain guys and my life did not really get affected by that .. i tell this story to other people as a fun silly tidbit and one of the guys she really kept writing me with (there was a fic where i was either the president's daughter or HE was marryinf the president's daughter? and another where i died in a car accident) i ended up falling reallyyy hard for (so i guess she was onto somethinf there lol.) i ended up hating her for completely unrelated reasons, but i gotta admit her doing that was really funny in retrospect. thanks for giving my life some flavor!

[you-poopin]

Perc'ahlia Week

Day 5: Free/Random

Vex and Percy's wedding reception is going very well, but their song being played makes it even better.

Title from Taylor Swift's "Mine"

@percahliaweek

[duffmckagans]

trying to decide if i should post like chapters 1-3 together or really do it one by one

[sweetladyjustice]

Another something I wrote a while ago and updated a bit for @bloodweaveweek Day 3 for the prompt "Apologies". I decided this one could go on AO3.

[unicornpopcorn14]

Writer's block... We meet again... *Doom music starts playing*

[brettanomycroft]

Chapter 3 of my First Kiss 5+1 written for Jonmartin Week, this time with more dirt!

“When I first came down, I could feel it, the – the part of myself I left outside, but –”

But his rib wasn't the only part of himself he'd left behind when he'd descended into the Coffin’s choking maw. Jon thought he had experienced true grief at Martin’s absence when he'd woken up in that Lonely hospital wing. But as the doors of the Coffin snap shut behind him, Jon feels something inside of him buckle, a phantom limb crushed under tremendous pressure yet not severed from the rest of the body. The pain of being cut off from Martin lingers long after the connection to his own rib fades.

Were it not for Daisy’s voice, which he plays to himself over and over again as he continues to squeeze along, Jon suspects The Buried would have enough of a hold to gobble him up completely. After all, wasn't regret its own kind of grave, unresolved feelings a tunnel on the brink of collapse?

Eventually the earth presses in on him from all sides and crushes the whole of him, not just his feelings.

Read the rest here :)