#fanfic tidbit

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

In the Afton’d Reader AU, there’s a buncha small context things that make everyone’s descent, especially Sun and Moon’s, a lot sadder and maybe help it make more sense?

Example, Sun and Moon had to wait for MONTHS to see you again after the accident.

Their last image of you was you on a stretcher, surrounded by medics, covered in tears and so much blood, and the last they heard from you was your sobbing pleas of “wait, wait, I can’t go yet, don’t let them take my hands” as you were dragged away.

First you’re in the hospital, getting treatments and surgeries and spending days drifting in and out of a painful daze and then more surgeries and struggling to recover. Then you have to spend weeks upon weeks struggling through agonizing physical therapy, frustrated and scared and desperate. Then there’s more time where the doctors won’t clear you fit to be out in the world, ‘what if this, there could still be a chance of that, maybe x y z could still happen’ and on and on and on...

And this whole time Sun and Moon are completely in the dark about EVERYTHING. They ask the temporary daycare shift workers about you nearly every day, desperate for some kind of news about you, how you’re doing, when will you be back, ANY kind of update about you and your condition and if you miss them as much as they miss you. All of the answers they get are vague, at first just ‘what? Oh, yeah, I heard they’re in the hospital’ and little else, then eventually it devolves into ‘who? The old mechanic? I don’t know, I never heard about ‘em.’

And they keep waiting. They just know you’ll come back, you HAVE to, you were their wonderful darling starlight, their precious sunshine, and they were your charming nightlight, your sweet buttercup, you can’t have just abandoned them, you can’t have, you loved them too much.

There’s no way you were staying away on purpose. Maybe you just needed so much time to get all healed up and good as new! Maybe you HAD lost your hands and had to learn how to use prosthetics (they could’ve helped, if only they were there, they could help you learn and practice and they could have soothed the pain and wiped away your tears...). Maybe, as the days and weeks and months dragged on, maybe FazCo was keeping you away for some stupid, irrational, absolutely cruel reason.

And then you come back! They’ve never been so happy to see anyone and their processors fill with static and all of their wires feel tangled and messy and they know that if they could cry they would be sobbing with relief, with heartache, with love, and they hold onto you for hours, as tightly as they can without causing any discomfort, and whenever you need to step away or get up or leave they hold tighter, they don’t want to let you go, not ever ever ever again.

And they know that they would do anything to make sure they never had to lose you like that again. At first they know that that’s an irrational thought, that there will be things out of their control that may keep you away from them... but that only strengths the fear of losing you, the paranoia and the desperation to keep you closer, closer, closer.

They know they love you, and that you love them, and love means being together, indefinitely and infinitely.

#bones of a rabbit art #bones of a rabbit fnaf #bones of a rabbit fic #fanfic tidbit #fanfic drabble #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #afton virus #afton virus au #afton reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #clingy #possessive #toxic tw #obsessive #angst #doodles #sketches

[rightintheghoulies]

Fanfic idea- when each of the boys get promoted to Papa, they are assigned a kind of 'guardian demon'.

They were human before having been sent to hell when they died, but they have learnt so much while on both sides that they end up having alot of insight.

#reader is new Papa's guardian demon #ghost the band fanfic idea #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #fanfic tidbit

[therabbitthatpostthings]

“Kento.”

“Yes?”

“We should get married.”

He was too out of it to really process what you were insinuating, especially at a time like this. He carefully shifted to look up at you. You let him rest in your lap as you tried to stop the bleeding. You had wrapped what was left of your jacket around his wounds. Carefully he spoke, “Why would we get married right now?”

“That’s been your dream right? A happy marriage. A family? Now’s a great time to consider it.” You stated. Kento felt like he was being sold something instead of a proper proposal.

“I know I’m not marriage material but I’ve admired you for years now so I wanted to say it.” That boldness you had suddenly faded as you idly traced shapes into his shoulder.

Kento reached to grab your hand and intertwine it with his. His other free arm caressed your cheek gently, “I couldn’t ask for anyone more perfect than you.”

A loud rumble shook the station as little bits of dust and debris spindled from the ceiling. Kento watched the worry and fear wash over you. “Hey, come lay here with me. Let’s plan the wedding.”

You laid against his non-bandaged side and he pulled you in closer. “Where do you want to go?”

“Let’s have a beach wedding.” You smiled cuddling up to him. “In Malaysia.”

You both stared up at the ceiling, knowing it would eventually collapsed. Even if it didn’t, you’d both probably bleed out. Nanami smiled, “I’ll get us a nice house on the beaches for the honeymoon.”

“Only the best from my husband.” You joked as another impact sent a deep rumble through the train station.

“I’ll buy you a proper ring.” He gently caressed your knuckles. He could feel the cold, slow, teardrops land on his shoulder. He pulled you in closer.

“Let’s rest now love.”

#no beta we die like men #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #kento nanami #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #just a angsty lil sad tidbit

[princessstevemunson]

All this talk about shovel talks and nothing about Claudia Henderson. Like where’s her giving steddie shovel talks?

Claudia is eternally grateful to Eddie for saving her Dusty’s life, but she sees the pain her boys were both in after his sacrifice. She hears the screams at night from Dustin’s room. She watches as he either radios whoever was sitting with Eddie—usually Steve—or calls if the person doesn’t have a radio. Always asking for updates in the morning. Making sure the other boy is still there. Still alive.

Steve on the other hand is hiding his pain as he always does. She still sees Steve sitting vigil at the young man’s bed when she comes to bring real food and good coffee to Steve, Wanye and occasionally Dustin’s middle school science teacher Mr. Clarke. She sees the way Steve took extra care washing the other’s vest. All under a guise of being a good friend and not wanting Eddie to wake up alone.

When Eddie starts tagging along with Steve to their dinners occasionally she slowly watches as the two go from friends to pining to something else entirely. It’s when she’s certain that Eddie and Steve have become EddieandSteve that she starts doing it.

She would never give a shovel talk to Eddie. Steve’s a grown man, and can protect his own heart, but she’s already seen the pain Eddie had unwilling caused him. She’s seen the way Steve held the metalhead’s vest as it was his anchor to this world. She knew Eddie would never cause him pain like that again, but that doesn’t mean she can’t have a little fun scaring Eddie.

It starts innocently enough, she’s just sharing fun facts.

“Did you know,” she says to Eddie while Steve and Dustin are clearing the table, “that pigs can eat a human body. It can take some time, but sixteen pigs can do it in about eight minutes actually.”

She hides her smile as the younger squirms uncomfortably and replies “um, no I didn’t know that.”

She didn’t think anyone else but Eddie heard her, but she was wrong. Dustin says something about remembering going to Claudia’s cousin’s farm shortly after his dad left them, and thinking it had pigs. She had an even harder hiding her smile after Eddie went as white as a ghost with that information.

She continues to give Eddie little fun facts like that, and one time confirming that Eddie is in fact allergic to cinnamon, because she’d hate to forget that when baking him something.

She’d never ever be the cause of Dustin and Steve’s pain, or give her new found friends Wayne and Scott the panic she had in spring break not knowing where her Dusty was, but she does like seeing Eddie squirm on occasion.

#Claudia henderson absolutely adopted Steve and is far more observant than the kids #she’d never give an actual shovel talk to Eddie but she’d have fun scaring him #eddie thinks she hates him #Steve who’s partially deaf and somehow is never in the room when she drops tidbits is very confused #He’s like ‘what? Ma loves you’ #claudia henderson #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #I’m totally not pushing my Claudia killed her husband hc into this #my writing #blurb #steddie blurb #steddie fanfic #clarkson if you squint

[milstrim]

@riathedreamer i have not stopped thinking about chapter 32 it actually broke me thank you for this amazing fic it keeps me going

#this didn't turn out exactly how i wanted it to #but id rather have made it than not #besides it was fun and good practice! #anyway everyone go read this fic it's absolutely amazing and so well thought out and has so many interesting history tidbits #i think about it all the time #good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #fanart #my art #comic #fanfic #fan comic

[watchyourbuck]

“Is this… turning you on?” if it sparks joy 👀👀👀 xx

Buck was a little shit.

He kept shoving the whole spoonful inside his mouth and licking it clean, swirling his tongue around it like nobody’s business.

Drops of ice cream were spilling over the corner of his mouth, and going down his chin, to which he simply made throaty little sounds to, before wiping them off with the back of his hand.

Yeah, Buck was a little shit because he knew exactly what he was doing.

From across the table, Eddie stared at him with god given patience, breathing heavily and following his every move.

He had made him promise him that he wouldn’t touch him. That he’d only watch.

Thing is, they weren’t alone.

Submerged in menial conversation, Bobby, Hen and Chimney filled the rest of the seats around them. They barked and laughed and told stupid little jokes Eddie couldn’t bring himself to laugh at.

Somehow, none of them had realized something was off — except for Buck, of course, who was on his second bowl of Ben & Jerry’s.

“That’s what I said to him– ‘do you even work here?’, and he started panicking!”

Out of context, Chim’s words made no sense, but even if Eddie was uh, focused on something else, he was well aware that they were all making fun of their new probie.

“We should cut him so slack,” said their Captain, fooling absolutely no one. “We don’t want the guy to hate us.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, his gaze flickering only for a second to where Bobby sat, clutching his belly in laughter. Ravi was probably terrified of them all by now.

With a mild clink, Buck attracted Eddie’s attention back to him. He had an eyebrow raised, and he was frozen in the middle of his performance, waiting for his man to concentrate.

Eddie’s ears turned red. He glanced at their friends before straightening up in his seat, trying his best to hide the hand he was using to adjust himself every couple of minutes.

“I’m pretty sure he thought I was a man,” said Hen, to which Chimney doubled over himself to in silent laughter. “He saw me from behind!”

“How- how did he- ? Oh my god,” cackled Bobby, barely getting through the sentence. A tear was forming on the corner of his eye.

They hadn’t laughed like this in a minute.

In hindsight, Eddie would have loved to be a part of the conversation but Buck wouldn’t let up.

The tip of his tongue was now expertly tracing the metal, and although his head was turned to the side, his eyes were still on Eddie.

Dear god. This man was a monster.

Eddie closed his own, exhaling carefully. Both his hands were on his knees, turning white from the grip he had on them. He couldn’t let his will be broken. Not like this, not so embarrassingly easily.

He looked up, only to find the spoon had been replaced by one of Buck’s fingers. His index.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it- isn’t that the one he uses to open you up?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Buck smirked, withdrawing his finger from his mouth with a low pop, specifically made so only Eddie could hear. “Is this… turning you on?” he mouthed, the words trapped in the back of his throat.

Eddie wasn’t the best lip reader, but that he got. “You’re an animal,” he mouthed back, short of panting on the table.

Buck smiled, a little too brightly. He pushed the bowl away from him, earning himself the attention of their friends. “Okay, I think Eddie and I have uh-, a pending discussion. If you’ll excuse us.”

With that, he stood up. He must’ve known his words were as suggestive as they got, but he didn’t seem to care. He looked at Eddie and let out a small ‘c’mon’, before extending his hand to him.

Bracing himself, Eddie mimicked his moves, standing — bent forward, of course, as he didn’t want to poke anyone in the eye —, then grabbing his hand with more need than he wanted to admit.

Hen scrunched up her face. “Guys, c’mon,” she sighed, covering her face with her hands.

Like a child, Chimney made a disgusted noise before averting his eyes.

Buck chortled, leading Eddie around the table, and pushing him so he’d walk in front of him. He let go of his hand to put both of them on Eddie’s hips, prompting him to move.

“Buck, we talked about this!” Bobby yelled, his voice following them as they made their way down the stairs. “Don’t use the firetruck!”

Buck laughed, jumping the last step. He pulled Eddie into the locker room by the collar of his shirt, but not before shouting back. “Yes, Cap!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

please take this as my Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @callmenewbie @lover-of-mine & @hippolotamus thank you all so much! I’ll get to each one of your works shortly💗

tagging in return @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @malewifediaz @your-catfish-friend @mattsire @fionaswhvre @buckleyobsessed @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @smilingbuckley @housewifebuck @bucksbirthmark @firemedicdiaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @evanbegins @butraura @loserdiaz @jeeyuns & @eddie---diaz let me know if you wish to be removed!✨

#Tease Tidbit Tuesday #I’m gonna pretend I didn’t already do this prompt bc this just popped in my head ajdjdjdjs #enjoy!!! #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #buddie 911 #911 buddie #buddie ficlet #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buddie wip

[theotherbuckley]

Tidbit Tuesday/WIP Wednesday

Tagged for TTT by: @underwaterninja13 @perfectlysunny02 @actuallyitsellie @tizniz @exhuastedpigeon @rogerzsteven @cal-daisies-and-briars @wikiangela @dangerpronebuddie @jesuisici33 @bidisasterevankinard @diazsdimples @thewolvesof1998 tagging you all back for WIP Wednesday

Uh so here’s more from “Eddie goes back in time and meets Buck 1.0” yes I did forget about this fic in the midst of bi Buck and bucktommy sorry 🫣. Anyway me and @diazsdimples were writing this uhhh I’ll write more… eventually (I have 2 tests tomorrow and the day after and 4 assignments to do so like once uni fucks off a bit I can write more I swear)

By the time they reach Buck’s place, Eddie is aching in his pants. He’d had to stop and adjust himself twice on the way over, much to Buck’s amusement, who kept looking at him smirking. Eddie could see the thick line of Buck’s dick pressing against his own jeans, so he’s happy to know the struggle is mutual.

“Huh, guess nobody’s home,” Buck says as they walk through the door before his whole expression changes, and he smiles. “It’s my lucky day,” he grins, “means I get to do this.”

Buck slams Eddie against the door, hungrily kissing him again. His hands drift down Eddie’s chest before creeping under his shirt.

“Off, off,” Buck demands, tugging at the hem of Eddie’s shirt.

“As you wish,” Eddie jokes, reaching down to do just that. Buck slaps his hand away.

“Wait, no, let me,” Buck says, and of course Eddie lets him. He has no idea why the fuck he’s here or if any of this is real, but boy, is he enjoying it.

“So fucking hot,” Buck says, staring at Eddie’s body. A deep red blush blooms across Eddie’s cheeks, spreading down his neck. “Pretty, too,” Buck chuckles.

Tags for WIP Wednesday under cut:

@fortheloveofbuddie @goforkinard @wildlife4life @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @housewifebuck @king-buckley @rainbow-nerdss @evanbegins @bucksbirthmark  @daffi-990 @aspecbuddie @lover-of-mine @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @smilingbuckley @loveyouanyway @hippolotamus @incorrect9-1-1 @buckdefencesquad @actualalligator @pirrusstuff @babybibuck @buddieswhvre @loserdiaz @bucksbignaturals

#eddie meets Buck 1.0 #911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 buddie #purple writes #wip Wednesday #tease tidbit tuesday #buddie #911 fic #911 #911 show #911 fanfic

[honestlydarkprincess]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by the lovely @disasterbuckdiaz, @daffi-990, @wikiangela

i've gotten the first half of the drunk eddie fic done and ooohhh boyyy it's a lot more than i thought it was going to be, the girls r fightinggggg >:) here, have the exact opposite of a tease and have a full snippet because i have no self control!

By the time he got back to his room, Buck was putting a glass of water on the nightstand next to a bottle of painkillers. “For the morning,” He said when he noticed Eddie looking.

“I doubt it’ll be that bad,” Eddie said, walking towards the bed and only stumbling a little. “A headache maybe.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and your magical abilities to not get bad hangovers,” Buck chuckled, throwing back the covers so Eddie could slid in.

“You’re just jealous,” Eddie joked, feeling lighter than he had all night at the familiar banter between them. This was normal. They could go back to normal and forget this night ever happened. Maybe Eddie could pretend he didn’t remember anything in the morning and that would be that.

“You have no idea,” Buck mumbled under his breath. He gave Eddie an innocent look when he made a questioning sound, not having heard what Buck said. “Try to get some sleep, yeah? We can talk in the morning.”

“You gonna be here in the morning or are you gonna go out with Natalia?” Eddie muttered, his eyes already closing as he laid down against his pillow. He didn’t see the expressions that danced across Buck’s face, the shock or the confusion.

“What does Natalia have to do with anything?” Buck asked, his heart racing. Was Eddie jealous?

Eddie looked at him through sleepy eyes. “You’d rather hang out with her than me,” He said, his voice soft and raw. “You only wanted to hang out tonight cause she was busy. I guess I shouldn’t be upset about that, it’s not like that’s going to change. She’s your priority now, I get it.”

“That’s not true—” Buck started but stopped. “Eddie—”

But Eddie had already fallen asleep, the beer and whiskey catching up to him and making him pass right out the second he was comfortable in bed.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @maygrantgf, @lovebuck, @father-salmon, @underwater-ninja-13, @giddyupbuck, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @hoodie-buck, @devirnis, @spotsandsocks, @princessfbi, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @theyarnmaidstale, @theotherbuckley, @sunshinediaz, @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @eddiiediaz, @eddie---diaz, @exhuastedpigeon, @911onabc, @excuseme-greentea, @epicbuddieficrecs, and @fortheloveofbuddie

#sorry this is so long i lost control #the drunk eddie fic #jess.writes #my writing #my wips #buddie #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie 911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 #911 fic #911 wip #911 abc #9-1-1 #9-1-1 abc #tease tidbit tuesday

[smilingbuckley]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @tizniz and @diazsdimples

So I just found out that tidbit means a short part of text... this is not short.

But hey. Rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?

Some more fake dating Buddie. Haven't written for it in a few days tho. I'm nearly done with chapter 3.

“Five more minutes!” They hear Pepa call out to Christopher.

Buck panics, “Quick, think of something.”

A moment later, he’s pressed against the counter, Eddie’s arms blocking him in on each side. Eddie kisses him deeply, sending thrills through his entire body. His hands move on their own, one sliding into the soft strands at the back of Eddie’s neck, the other clutches at Eddie’s shoulder.

It feels so good. Buck could do this all day. He feels like he’s floating. Eddie is such a good kisser. He could win contests – though Buck doesn’t want him to because the only one who should be kissing Eddie is Buck.

“Oh!” Pepa giggles and Eddie pulls away from you. She clicks her tongue, “Young, new love. Ah, I miss it. Not being able to stop touching each other.”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Buck’s waist. “Can’t resist this one and those pouty pink lips.”

Buck’s face is now genuinely burning. Good thing they’re firefighters because it’s about to get on fire. Pepa just laughs, throwing her head back.

Tagging: @steadfastsaturnsrings @mattsire @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @owl-in-space

#tidbit tuesday #tease tidbit tuesday #911 #evan buckley #buddie #911 fanfic #eddie diaz #buddie fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #snippet #fake dating wedding fic

[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 and @wikiangela (you should 100% check out their works!!)

Here's a little bit more dad!Buck, I swear I'm so close to finishing chapter one and then I can FINALLY publish it

Eddie helps Buck get the pancakes ready (Eddie will argue he helps, but in reality, he gives Buck a shoulder rub while Buck cooks. After the great waffle-fire of last year, Eddie isn’t allowed to cook anymore) and when they’re ready, him and Buck trail out to the dining room with plates, cutlery, and enough pancake toppings to sink a ship. Aidan, who’s still sitting in Christopher’s lap, lights up when he sees his dads entering the room and claps his hands delightedly, before raising his arms, begging for Buck to take him. “Let’s get you into your highchair, shall we bud?” Buck says as he swings Aidan out of Christopher’s arms, blowing a raspberry on his stomach. Aidan giggles, the noise light and silvery, filling Buck’s chest up with a warm glow. Man, what he wouldn’t do to hear his boy laugh like that all the time. “Has cake now, Daddy?” Aidan asks hopefully as Buck clips him into the highchair. There’s a snort from the other side of the table and Buck turns to see Eddie sniggering into his fist, sharing an amused look with Christopher. “Food motivated, just like his Dad” Eddie teases with a grin. Buck sends him a playful eyeroll and turns back to Aidan. “Is pancakes good enough, my liege?” he asks, pointing to the stack of pancakes on the table. Aidan looks like he’s about to protest the semantics of cake vs. pancakes but he nods, reaching for a plate. “Pancakes good” he replied, stumbling a little over the long word. Buck places a plate on the table in front of the highchair, transferring a pancake to it and picking up the maple syrup. Aidan watches with fascination as Buck drizzles the pancake with syrup, using the flat of the knife to spread it evenly. Eddie and Christopher are hoeing into their own pancakes with the background and there must be something about watching his Papa and big brother eat that has Aidan deciding that he also needs to have his breakfast immediately. Buck fends off little, grabbing hands as Aidan tries to grab the pancake and shove it in his mouth whole. He’s trying to cut it into small, bite sized pieces with every intention of feeding them to Aidan, rather than letting the kid eat with his hands like they usually let him do. Buck loads up the fork with pancake and hovers it in front of Aidan’s mouth, frowning when the boy keeps his mouth stubbornly closed. “Baby, you gotta open up to eat” he says as he nudges the fork against Aidan’s lips, smearing them with syrup. “Do it myself” Aidan replies, reaching out to grab the fork. Buck pulls it back, a little hesitant. “It’s gonna be messy, Aid. Daddy can feed it to you so we can stay nice and clean” he explains, moving the fork towards his mouth again. Aidan crosses his arms, fixing Buck with a deep frown that has Eddie cackling once again. “I big boy!” he says, pouting. “Give up, babe, he’s not gonna back down” Eddie advises, and Buck relents with a sigh, handing the fork over to an extremely pleased Aidan, who immediately shoves the pancake in his mouth. “Bags not doing bath time” Buck says but Eddie fixes him with a sharp look. “I just did bath time, I shan’t be repeating that experience for at least another 48 hours, thank you.” “Looks like you’re up, Chris.” Christopher snorts through a mouthful of pancake. “You wish” he replies. “I’ll be helping Dad get the place ready for guests.”

(No pressure) tagging @disasterbuckdiaz @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @malewifediaz @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @loserdiaz @daffi-990 @evanbegins @jesuisici33 @watchyourbuck @rainbow-nerdss @fortheloveofbuddie @wildlife4life @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @fionaswhvre @smilingbuckley @weewootruck @monsterrae1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @fruitandbubbles

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #dad!buck #buddie as dads #911 buddie #911 abc #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #911 #911 fic #buddie 911 #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #aidan buckley #big brother christopher #evan buck buckely #buddie wip #tease tidbit tuesday #my wip #wips #ao3 wip

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

A little lore tidbit for the spaceship AU, and some character/storyline concepts, freshly picked just for u

bonus Eclipse concept art:

#bones of a rabbit art #bones of a rabbit fnaf #bones of a rabbit au #bones of a rabbit #doodles #sketches #fnaf au #fnaf x y/n #fnaf sun/moon au #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf eclipse #concept art #fanfic tidbit #fanfic concepts #space au #spaceship ai au #space ai moon #space ai sun #space ai eclipse #pilot reader #*makes all of my reader inserts stupid* it’s called projection sweaty #cries over hyperfixating on a weird au idea

[shiningqueen]

unexpected burdens / mihawk x afab!oc / sfw

I am back with another 2nd person experimental piece that is literally just Fay but kept nameless because why not?

notes: established friendship, pining if you squint, hurt/comfort vibes. rating: sfw / e for everyone

Mihawk finds you in a crowded bar on Water 7, shoulder to shoulder with locals and sailors of all types. This was one of those rare instances where he went seeking you on purpose, as typically he left you to wander where-ever you pleased on the Grand Line. Yet he does not approach you right away, watching the crowd shift and reveal you were otherwise occupied with someone else.

So occupied that you did not even notice him enter in the first place.

He settles himself at the far side of the taproom to observe, paying no mind to how the other patrons stutter at his presence when he passes. Even from a distance he can easily read the tension in your narrow shoulders, your posture too rigid as if you were coiled to spring into action at any second. The individual that is the cause of such obvious discontent is another woman.

She matches you in height but with a curvier build and shorter hair; he does not recognize her from any other of your associates he'd become acquainted with over the years. Yet the sense of hostile familarity between you both tells him that regardless of whoever she is, you are clearly unhappy to see each other. The drone of the tavern's crowd ebbs into white noise as he attempts to listen in on the exchange - and realizes quickly you are speaking your native language and doing so too rapidly for him to properly follow.

So the Warlord waits and watches, curious and perhaps a little concerned for how you flush with indignation and for the tremor in your arms as you restrain some outpouring of emotion. Your voice never rises above the cacophony to draw too much attention from others but he can tell the argument is of interest to a few.

Mihawk has known you for just under two years at this point and he'd never seen you so incensed before. He knew you to be reserved and level headed and those traits are only partially why he enjoyed your company so much. Your docile demeanor complemented his own aloof tendencies but this encounter is so unlike what he is accustomed to seeing from you. The tension is prime to snap at any moment and he sees the course of action you take seconds before you commit to it. A swift movement of your hand gripping the tumbler nearby and it gets launched behind the bar in an explosion of shattering glass and your voice lifting to a broken octave.

Stillness ripples throughout the bar at the outburst, Mihawk feels the crackle of tension and the electric tingle of your haki skitter over his skin. There are tears flowing freely down your face and your shoulders are shivering from the force of the anguish that had overtaken you. He didnt like it. An uncomfortable twist somewhere in his gut at the sight of you so clearly distraught, such a sharp contrast to the witty, gentle natured person he had gotten to know over time.

It made him realize that in the grander scheme of things, he really did not know much about you.

You shove through the crowd and leave the tavern without looking at anyone else. He lingers long enough for the noise level to return to normal before rising to stand and following your trail out into the streets.

-x-

A cocktail of embarassment, anguish, anger and betrayal burned all the way down your throat as you left the bar. This was not how you imagined the day ending. Infact, you hadnt spared a single thought about seeing her again after you left your home island two years ago. Then she had suddenly appeared like a fucking living nightmare when you had only come to Water 7 for a leisurely trip away from Kuraigana. She had no right showing up here! Absolutely no goddamn right to haunt one of your favorite hang outs and drink with your acquaintances so casually as if she hadnt ruined your fucking life.

It was hard to see, even harder to think beyond the feeling of an old wound you thought had scarred over, ripping open and bleeding anew. Your eyes blurry from tears and your throat tight with the crushing blend of anxiety, fury and despair.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to break anything you could get your hands on, you wanted to drown yourself in the sea if it meant relief from having to process the grief all over again. For just a few seconds, you grasped the hilt of your double-edged blade and considered wreaking hapless destruction in the abandoned portions of Water 7. Yet none of that happened. You half ran all the way back to the docks on sheer instinct.

The tears hadnt stopped flowing even as you reach the waterfront beneath the deepening twilight, stumbling and then dropping down to sit at the edge of a platform and let the crushing weight of that wretched encounter bow your shoulders low. Even two years after the fact and she wanted to pretend she did nothing wrong. It wasnt fair.

"[Name]", the cool tenor of a familiar voice jerks you out of your painful reverie, shoulders pulling back and head twisting to peer up at the shadowed visage of Mihawk standing over you. His eyes glint beneath the dark halo cast from his cavalier hat.

You turn away hastily and shudder through several strained sobs, feeling ashamed that he would see you like this. You had somehow managed to befriend the reticient greatest swordsman but there was an ever present barrier between you - something self imposed because of your own insecurity around being remotely worthy to even warrant his attention. Would he think lesser of you for this? Had he been in the tavern to witness that disaster?

"[Name]," Mihawk says again in a marginally gentler tone and you feel the slight pressure of his hand wrapping around your bicep, his body heat now considerably closer as he reached down into your space. "We have somewhere to be, let us not tarry here." His voice lacks its typical brusque edge and you think he almost sounds concerned, even coaxing. You nod and let him help haul you to stand, still pointedly avoiding looking at his face.

Why delay the inevitable any further?

"You saw, didnt you?" You ask, hating how raspy you sounded from crying.

A few heartbeats of silence and then, "I saw enough." His touch goes from your arm to resting on your shoulder, "I wont pry but I will listen, if you deign to share."

It's an unexpected offer but ultimately not unwelcome, though the idea of spilling out your heartbreak does lodge a knot in your throat. You rarely volunteered information about your past to Mihawk and he inquired very little of you in the first place - whether out of disinterest or pragmatic acceptance you had never been certain. The silence stretched on as you mulled over the offer and what it meant for your friendship with him.

"I'll explain later," you decide quietly, tentatively brushing your hand against his that lingered on you.

Mihawk hums in acceptance and keeping his hand in place, prompts you to walk further onto the creaking docks with him. His quiet, unfaltering confidence was a balm to the aching in your chest. Part of you still felt so undeserving of him that it only compounded the hurt.

As if sensing your turmoil, the swordsman cleared his throat and recited calmly, "The calm before the storm, we need to mollify, our inner tempest."

The haiku is soothing and it tempts a muted, pleased huff from you.

"Great heroes need great sorrows," you recite in response, wiping the lessening tears from your eyes as you peek at him shyly from beneath your lashes.

"Sorrow need not be carried alone," Mihawk retorts languidly and you choke on another soft cry, this one a tangle of gratitude and pain.

You really did not deserve him.

#|lumi's tidbits| #one piece fanfic #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece scenario #|mine|

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Thank you to @theotherbuckley @bidisasterevankinard and @tizniz for the tag!

SO... I know I have a lot of ongoing projects. However... Yesterday's REVELATIONS about the originally intended course of certain things on the show, that never were... Well, I got struck with an idea in a way I haven't been struck since Nothing Left But You and Both Blade and Branch.

Anyway. I wrote an 11 chapter outline last night and I'm just getting started. We're calling it "Change the Prophecy" and here is the plot:

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Buck has never felt secure in any of his relationships; he’s been searching for someone to see him the way he feels he’s meant to be seen, but after things start going downhill with Tommy, he thinks that person might just not exist. Eddie cannot figure out what’s wrong with him when it becomes clear things with Marisol aren’t going to work out. But what if they’re both forgetting something?

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And here is a redacted first chapter outline...

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No pressure tagging @pantsaretherealheroes @jeeyuns @aroeddiediaz @exhuastedpigeon @diazsdimples

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#daisies and briars writes #tease tidbit tuesday #change the prophecy fic #eddie x buck #buddie fanfic

[dangerpronebuddie]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz all of whom wrote AMAZING stuff!! 💚💜

I spent A LOT of time booping yesterday, so I didn't get much done (I already miss the button). Anyway. Welcome Home Cheater is not cooperating. But I'm making it behave... for now. I've changed the entire plan like four times and I still don't think it'll be right. Something is just... missing. But I do love the basketball game:

Buck was almost starting to have fun when it happened. Eddie made a shot from the three point line, winning the game for him and Tommy. Tommy cheered and wrapped his arms around Eddie's shoulders from behind. "That's my boy!" That sour feeling in Buck's gut returned, strong enough he almost lost his lunch. Eddie was not Tommy's boy. (He wasn't anybody's. Definitely not Buck's. But it still wasn't right). Eddie laughed, his cheeks flushed and his hair ruffled. Tommy released him and Eddie turned to high five him. Seriously? God, just get a room. Chim sighed and tossed Buck the ball, and really, that was a bad move. If Buck was a little more petulant, he'd blame everything that happened from that point on Howard "Chimney" Han.

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thekristen999 @loveyouanyway @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @kitteneddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @ronordmann @exhuastedpigeon @spagheddiediaz @actuallyitsellie @daniwib @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley and anyone else who wants to share!! 🥰🩷

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[akantorrr]

Another commission for @denn1s-lessing!

Based on her fic Station to Station! (Go read Kitr's Hellish Adventures too!)

#Sisy be like “the thing thinks it's the narrative's special boy doesn't it” #I friggin love this fic's series #it really deserves more love <3 #also Italian V1 ftw #lil tidbit for the fic: TVB is the italian version of ILY #but it's the friendship/care about you kinda love #not romantic love #anyways yes tags #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #sisyphus prime #sisyphus ultrakill #fic art #fanfic art

[sunnywiththestars]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

thanks for tagging me @perfectlysunny02 !! <3 it's still tuesday for a few more hours here so-

so here's another small piece of those hands pulled me from the earth

“Aha!” Buck’s nose wrinkled up in that sweet sort of way that reminded Tommy of pure unfiltered, unrestrained joy. “I got it.” He put his phone down at his side for a moment and looked back up.  “I believe that I promised you a dance tonight.”  “It is 4 o’clock in the morning.”  The comment only spurred Buck on.  “What? You too tired, Kinard? Can’t spare a single dance for your boyfriend.”  Tommy didn’t think he’d ever get tired of hearing Buck call himself that. He rolls his eyes and turns his head to the side as if he could hide that sweet sweet smile. Buck’s hand finds it’s way up Tommy’s chest to tug at his chin with that stupid adorable cleft and pulls Tommy to look back at him.

Tagging: @randomfandombisexual and anyone else that wants to post something, i'd love to see it!! (and for everyone who wants to be tagged when this oneshot is posted, enjoy another preview?) @alexguerinss @icarus-enthroned @nilletellsstories

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