#mp&i writes

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

Post 6x11 buddie oneshot-

I was thinking about the fact that Eddie got thrown off the firetruck and this happened! Written in a frenzy in the ams but hope you enjoy! (Also I couldn't resist with the last line 😆)

Spoilers for 6x10/11, discussions/descriptions of injury & mentions of hospitals

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"Hey, I'm just about to order, do you want the garlic dough balls as well or the wedges? Or y'know, we could split a box of-"

Buck trails off as he pokes his head round Eddie's bedroom door.

He's shirtless, which shouldn't be that suprising- seeing as he'd only just got back from a shift and greeted Chris & Buck before slipping off to get changed. What is suprising is that he's still shirtless, almost fifteen minutes later. But the thing that stops Buck in his tracks, stealing his breath, are the angry, vivid purple bruises littering Eddie's back.

They're painted down his spine and scattered across his shoulders- some tinged with green or yellow, creating a kind of sick diorama landscape on his skin.

He's twisted round, trying to apply cream to his back in the small mirror sat on his dresser.

"𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦"

Buck steps forward involuntarily.

"What-" he sucks in a breath.

"Wh- what the hell happened to you- are- are you okay? I-"

Eddie turns, the view of his back obscured, and holds up one hand placatingly.

"Buck- hey, I'm fine, its just a bruise" he says, softly, reasurring.

Buck huffs.

"That's more than a bruise! What happened? How did you even get those? When did it happen?" He emphasizes, his mind whirring over the possibilities.

They looked older than a day, but he hadn't mentioned any rough shifts...

"I- look- I promise, it's okay, I'm alright- they're from a while ago, but I'm putting on the cream, they're a little sore but they're healing up nicely, don't worry Buck"

"When"

"Buck-"

"Eddie when did you get those?" He repeats, obstinate.

Eddie sighs, ducking his gaze for a moment.

"I- the night of the lightning strike"

Buck's lips part around a breath.

"You got hurt?" He asks, his voice rough.

"When the lightning hit- hit you-" he pauses, looking up as if to check that Buck was still with him.

"-it also hit the truck and travelled down the ladder, I got blown backwards onto the street"

Buck steps forward again, purposefully.

"You got thrown off the truck? Did you lose consciousness? What did Hen or Chim say when they checked you over?"

"Um"

"Eddie-"

"I was fine! It just winded me a bit- I got myself up & put my helmet back on and-"

"Your helmet came off?! Eds-"

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that" he mumbled.

"Anyway, I got up and then- then I saw you- just- hanging there - so I ran up to get you down"

"Eddie" Buck shakes his head, pleads-

"You should've waited, let Hen or Chim clear you! You could've had a head injury, or something with your spine! You- you shouldn't have gone tearing up a ladder, what the hell?" Buck exclaims.

"What, and left you hanging there?" Eddie snaps back.

"No, but you could've stopped, just for a second and-"

"Buck! I could've been chained to the ground, or- or taking my last breath- but nothing would've stopped me from getting to you" he rushes.

Oh.

Buck feels Eddie's words hit his chest. The sentiment a familiar one, in reverse.

He'd heard the expression once.

If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.

He remembers it making him freeze, for just a moment, a moment like this one in fact- and thinking yeah, Neither would I.

Eddie sits down on the bed with a sigh, and scrubs a hand across his face.

Buck crosses the room in three easy strides and sinks into the mattress beside him, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

"Did you get checked out, at the hospital?" He asks softly, his volume meeting the moment, the bubble, they seem to have found themselves in.

"Yeah" Eddie replies, just as soft.

"Bobby made me, and I'm really fine, I promise- just the bruised back and a tiny cut on my hip- turnouts dug in" he dips a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them down a tiny bit to show a faded scar running across his hipbone.

Buck starts to reach out and catches himself with a cough.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Eddie sighs, shakes his head.

"You had enough to think about, you're supposed to resting, not worrying about me"

"Eddie" Buck turns to face him, tucking a leg underneath him.

"I want to know if you're hurt-"

Eddie opens his mouth, but Buck continues before he can speak again.

"Even, if its "just a bruise". I know you didn't want to worry me, but we made a deal, right? You saved my life. We have each other's backs. So tell me if yours is bruised, okay?"

Eddie hums and meets his eyes.

"Okay"

Buck smiles, and they just look, for a moment.

He feels that those moments have been getting longer recently.

They're tinged with a something, something thats as thrilling and terrifying as it is soft and so familiar it feels like, it feels like- home.

He reaches across Eddie's lap for the bruise cream.

"Let me?" He offers, on an exhale.

Eddie's eyes soften impossibly further and he dips his chin, turning around, as Buck unscrews the lid.

"Thank you" Eddie says, relaxing against Buck at the first brush over his back.

"No problem" Buck replies.

"I've got you.... 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺"

#just liked how this turned out #i could see it as them #i write a lot but its always the ones that i write in one go at ass o'clock v unedited i end up sharing 😅 #meanwhile my wips that have sat in drafts for two years: 😞 #my writing #lula writes #mp&i writes #911 spoilers #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fox #911 #911 on fox #9-1-1 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911fic #merthurians prat and idiot #tw injury mention #tw bruise mention #tw hospital mention

[ireallyamabear]

The choice to put Una Chin-Reily on a Starfleet recruitment poster in the late 2370s seems a nod to the extraordinary person she is and her exemplary service, but Boimler’s enthusiasm for her as a personal hero cannot mask the fact of what Starfleet execs are really doing here: while it is Starfleet tradition to honour esteemed personnel from its centuries of history, we have to look at the poster as a product of its time: it seems clear that, shortly after the devastating death toll and the rapid militarisation of the Dominion War, putting a prominent figure of the Great Exploration Age - and notedly someone who had not served in the Klingon War - as the poster person for Starfleet is an indictment that contemporary young people of the Federation are not drawn to the service as it is in their time anymore.

Critically, Starfleet has to use somebody from a 120 years ago, a timeframe that would lap generations of even especially long lived member species like Vulcans or Denobulans, to attract new recruits. Boimler says himself that seeing Una as a representative and her motto - “Ad astra per aspera” was: “Uh, it was a really big reason why I joined.” Clearly there is a wealth of recognisable Starfleet officers from 2370 and onwards, but their entanglement in the Dominion War, or at least in the Borg threat makes them unsuitable as role models for people like Boimler who cannot help but associate these contemporaries with the horrors of war and intergalactic conflict. Thus, the retreat to a “safe” historical narrative, with Starfleet still being about peaceful exploration reflects the growing divide between the realities of a colonised galaxy, the ongoing need of new bodies to fill the posts on all those ships and space stations and the aspirations and values of young people today. In this essay I will question whether Starfleet can keep its promise of scientific integrity in the face of growing political unrest in the UFP and ask what “Number One” herself would have thought about-

#i loved what the poster meant for una but really it IS kind of weird #like maybe if there is a series of posters #but especially picard establishes this growing resentment and whispers of plexits (planet exit) political problems in the UFP #which I KNOW are bc writers write what they see #but also...cant we not have nice things in the future. like a functioning united system of government #anyway imagine little boims or tendi seeing the news of the dominion fleet coming through the worm hole? #they should explore that. more. #star trek #snw #snw spoilers #una chin riley #number one #lower decks #brad boimler #bradward boimler #ufp #starfleet #mp #strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw

[asleepinawell]

ffxiv fans will see a chunk of quartz and be like that's my mom

#ffxiv #hydaelyn #ffxivmp #mp #sees any crystal: nice final fantasy reference #writing and scheduling this at 3am I will be so confused tomorrow when it posts and I've already forgotten it

[southfarthing]

send help

#i have a lil drabble idea but hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #mp #writing

[krikeymate]

Enid laments her lack of pack after another row with her mother. Wednesday promises her that she shall always have a pack, and pulls her out their room. Wednesday drags her into the trees, and Enid is a little confused, but she’s still reeling from the intensity of Wednesday’s words, waving at Eugene as they pass the hives. Enid smiles to herself, and yeah, maybe she doesn’t have a traditional pack, but she has a pack.

They stop, Wednesday whistles. 30 seconds pass in silence.

“Wednesday wha-”

In the blink of an eye, they’re surrounded. Enid stiffens, adrenaline rushes through her, claws and fangs escape with a snick.

Wednesday turns, hands clasped in front of her. “A pack. For you.”

“Wednesday, what the fuck.”

Enid eyes the wolves surrounding them cautiously. 9 of them, all a variety of size, shape, and colour. A close look reveals hidden injuries, small patches of missing fur, scars glinting in the light.

“You’ll find them to be a much more intelligent conversation than your previous pack.”

“Wednesday. What. The. Fuck.”

Wednesday appears visibly confused, brow furrowing. As if this is an entirely normal and reasonable situation.

“You wanted a pack. Behold, a pack.”

Enid startles as one nudges her leg, sniffing curiously. Snapping her eyes back to Wednesday desperate to know what to do, she’s startled by the sight in front of her. Wednesday is petting one, as two others rub against her and another flops down at her feet.

She turns back to the wolf and slowly reaches out, relaxing when she isn’t immediately ravaged. The wolf begins to wag its tail as she scritches its ears and Enid finds herself smiling. Ok, so this was a little cute.

- 🐺 -

“Wait, there are no actual wolves in Jericho, where did they come from?”

“Oh I bought them with me from home.”

“Wednesday, what the fuck.”

#/mp #my writing tag #Wednesday Netflix #Wenclair #I just think Wednesday should have a little pack of wolves. For shits and giggles. #she rescues injured ones and nurses them back to health #she saw enid talk about how she couldn't wolf out and was like ah. another one for the collection.

[rpfisfine]

alex turner + shoes, boots, socks & feet

#................. #arctic monkeys #alex turner #the last shadow puppets #i dont know who's a sicker freak him for writing the lyrics or me for compiling them all into a post. anyway #mp #do you guys still love me

[eddiemunsongf]

my ideal steve/eddie dynamic is for there to be a while where eddie is integrated into the gang but steve’s still really standoffish about him. arms-crossed and questioning everything he says in that steve way. eddie doesn’t think he wants him around. but then one day they’re all out in the world and someone gets in eddie’s face calling him a murderer. and usually he can stand his ground just fine and owns the things people call him. but this guy is going off about how ���we all saw what you did to that poor girl” and he still just can’t take that shit and he’s frozen and triggered as hell and he’s either about to cry in the street or crack this guy’s skull open on the pavement-- but then. steve’s there, standing between eddie and the guy. “do we have a problem? back the fuck off, man. seriously. get out of here.” and the guy hesitates but he doesn’t wanna get his ass kicked by steve harrington and the freak so he does fuck off. and steve stands right where he is with his hands on his hips glaring until the guys out of sight. and he turns back to eddie like “jesus man, some people.” but eddie’s just staring at him with those saucer eyes and steve’s like “...what?” and eddie’s like “why’d you do that?” and steve makes a face like that’s a stupid thing to say and he’s annoyed he has to spell it out. “you’re... you know. one of us.”

#this is platonic to me but actually writing it out.... pretty gay. this is pretty gay #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #you could get a similar thing out of a steve/jason altercation #but i think i need the eddie/jason confrontation to be between them #adding steve to the mix detracts from both of their arcs #even if it would be cash #mp

[marcobodtseye]

Thinking so hard about jeanmarco but. Jean and Marco took different paths in life, Marco joins the MP like he wanted and jean ends up joining the scouts, and all they can do is talk via letter for the next 4 years but when they finally reunite it’s just. Silent bliss. They both look so different to how they remember each other, Jean’s finally taller than Marco by a good few inches and his hair has grown out. His awkward lanky teenage phase replaced by a sleek, elegant man, with a stubbled chin and a handsome face. Marco’s height has stayed the same but he’s slightly softer, a mark of the inner wall’s abundance. They sit taking in eachother in appreciative silence, before finally embracing and muttering greetings amd musings about missing eachother.

#attack on titan #marco bodt #aot #jean kirstein #jeanmarco #MP!marco #god. this is so cheesy #I don’t know how to write I’ve just been thinking about this for the past 3 hours #having BIG FEELINGS about these fellas #fuvking love these guys.

[hualianisms]

my extremely specific roman empire is bk 4 fenglian angst: best friends who grew up together then were broken & traumatized by war & then lived together, getting so close to one another that they were like family & witnessing your best friend at their absolute rock bottom but not knowing how to help & barely scraping by each day struggling to make ends meet & trying so hard to make it work but not being able to, but not for lack of trying bc the love was there, it was there, it didn't change anything, it didn't save anyone, there were just too many forces against it, but it still matters that the love was there.

#fenglian #unfortunately i cant stop thinking about angst #my brain just works like that #this is my fav flavour of fenglian literally my roman empire #im gonna write a bk 4 fenglian fic for fenglian week it will have so much catharsis at the end of it #im sorry for ppl who followed me for other things nfnfnfjds im a multishipper #BK 4 IS THE REALEST BC. EXES WHO LOVED EACH OTHER BUT COULDNT MAKE IT WORK #BC OF DEPRESSION/TRAUMA (XL'S) BC OF WAR BC OF POVERTY BC OF LIFE BEING FUCKING HARD BASICALLY #IM COMPLETELY INSANE BUT WTF WHY DID IT HAVE TO GO SO HARD #j.txt #mp: tgcf

[writers-in-moominvalley]

Mythological parallels.

#moominvalley #moomin #moomins #lightbulb moment #moominpappa #young moominpappa #adventures of moominpappa #narcissus #I just had this realization while writing my essay and it's especially mind-blowing when you realize MP is pretty NPD-coded #and I don't mean that he's just very egotistical and I'm not saying he's a bad person I mean that genuinely he might have the disorder #in like... a normal person who just has it kinda way. and it's fascinating #also update on my essay; it's now 6k words long and I'm halfway through chapter 1 in the adaptation review #when part 1 is based on the prologue through the first third of ch. 3. so strap in boys (gn) it's gonna be a loooooong one

[ireallyamabear]

absolutely my favourite unhinged leftist activist group modern au

#i AM writing that au its just taking .... uh a lot of months #how tiny is faye marsay btw #i saved a bunch of pics from a reddit post a while back why not post them #aldhani heist crew #faye marsay #varada sethu #sule rimi #gershwyn eustache jnr #ebon moss bachrach #alex lawther #mp

[asleepinawell]

had another wild ffxiv dream this time featuring the scions getting brunch at an ihop except they brought zenos with them (no one seemed happy about this) and he was wearing his full armor from stb and poor thancred and urianger were crammed into the booth on either side of him being poked by it and thancred wasn't allowed to stab him because ryne told him not at the breakfast table. y'shtola was sitting in, like, some impossible dimension that can only exist in dreams where she had tons of space to herself. anyway the waiter shows up to take orders and zenos of course goes off on a monologue i thankfully don't remember but all the scions are sitting there cringing and alisaie has her face buried in her hands and y'shtola i think somehow soundproofed her interdimensional seat (and also already had pancakes???) and the poor waiter finally leaves except zenos never actually managed to order anything so when everyone gets their food he's just sitting there, perplexed, watching everyone else eat and then he tried to take some of alisaie's toast but she stabbed him with a fork the end

#ffxiv #ffxivmp #mp #zenos #i should make a ffxiv dreams i had tag at this point #i realized while writing this that this was the shb scions gang

[southfarthing]

hc that celebrimbor is the reserved type – he doesn't get much of a chance to voice his own stance because the voices of his father and grandfather are so overpowering. when they make it to middle earth and feanor's death leaves them lost and alone, curufin starts saying "speak" to encourage celebrimbor to say what's on his mind. sometimes it works and celebrimbor opens up, sometimes it feels more like an order and he puts up his walls.

in nargothrond, he grows close with finrod. feels himself talking more freely, enjoying conversation, feeling lighter. finrod only says "speak, friend" once – celebrimbor offers his mind and his skill gladly after the first time.

but the veneer of peace and security shatters when beren arrives and curufin and celegorm repeat their oath and sway the people against finrod. finrod throws his crown to the floor, and he walks past curufin and celegorm without looking at them. he looks at celebrimbor, though, but under all those eyes and all the fear and anxiety in the room, celebrimbor can't bring himself to say a word. the hurt is clear in finrod's mien.

the guilt and self-loathing at his own silence and cowardice bites at celebrimbor, made worse by curufin's misplaced pride in him – until orodreth turns against them all. celebrimbor has no great love for orodreth, but for finrod's sake, he will speak.

he tells curufin he will not follow him into exile a second time

#3am i hope this isn't too illegible ✌️😔 i also love thinking about finduilas having a role in this too but i haven't thought it out fully #hc #mp #silmarillion #celebrimbor #curufin #finrod #sunny writes

[krikeymate]

Please except this as my random fic title “For the love of God… Put. It. Down!”

Sam was having... the worst time. She honestly thought this night couldn't have gotten any worse... and then Tara took out the knife.

She thinks she must be losing her mind.

She's not crazy, right? This was not how the board game was supposed to go, right? There were rules... right?

Not according to anyone else, apparently.

Sam had been wary when Mindy barged into the apartment with a Monopoly box earlier in the day. She'd thought she was going to have to spend all evening joining them in an extremely boring and unfun game.

It turns out that her kids don't know the meaning of boring and unfun, and had their own methods to... liven it up a bit.

They forgot to warn Sam about how they play, however.

She'd spent the game so far irritated and horrified as she watched Chad - the banker - continuously miscount the cash in a way that she's now getting the suspicion may have been deliberate.

Her sister had proven herself to be the world's worst decision maker, which... tracks actually.

She can never repeat that.

The twins had been taking advantage of her sister the entire time, convincing her with silver tongues to make subpar trades or purchases. Sam had thought about intervening, but she's been trying to coddle Tara less, and besides, it's just a game.

It's. Just. A. Game.

Or, it was, up until Tara whips the kitchen knife out of nowhere - prepared and ready to be used - and holds it to Chad's throat.

"This is a robbery," she says, smirking.

Chad, to his credit, looks surprised, but not scared. He slowly raises his hands, plastic money slipping from his fingers and fluttering down.

"Please," he whispers, "I have a family. Take what you want, take it all, just don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"

Sam doesn't have time to digest the weird display or Chad's suddenly southern accent - and not a good one - before Mindy is groaning beside her.

"EUGH. Please keep your weird roleplaying to the bedroom!"

Sam snaps her head between Mindy and Tara, the implication making the room feel stuffy and her chest feel tight.

"ALRIGHT," she says - louder than intended - as she climbs to her feet. "I think that's enough for tonight." She needs to bleach her brain, maybe read a rule book.

"Aww what, but I was finally making money," Tara whines, knife held sloppily in one hand, the other bursting with fake cash.

"Yeah!" Chad agrees, despite being the one with a fucking knife to his throat.

Sam cannot be the only adult in this room right now. She looks down at Mindy and gestures to the scene, a silent beg for her to do something.

She does not.

"Nah," Mindy says, leaning back on her hands, "I want to see where this goes."

"No! No you don't- I don't- This is... the game is done," Sam stutters.

"But who won?" her sister asks, blinking up at her as if that's what's important right now.

Sam stares back at her for a moment, trying to determine if she's fucking serious. She is. Of course she is.

"Nobody won, you're all going to jail. Robbery, embezzlement, insider trading. You're all going down for it," she says dryly, wishing she could get the last four hours of her life back.

Mindy sniggers and Sam only has a second to be filled with regret before she says "Yeah, horny ja-"

Sam cuts her off with a box lid to the face.

With a heavy sigh, she turns back to the other two. "For the love of God... Put! It! Down!" she demands, gesturing at the knife.

Tara gets a look on her face, the one that says Sam's being unreasonable again.

She watches her roll her eyes and slowly put the knife on the floor with so much attitude that Sam feels the overwhelming urge to tell her that she's grounded.

Sam's too young to be a parent, look what they've reduced her to.

Bending down to snatch the knife from the carpet, she holds it up to her sister.

"Your knifework is sloppy and you could have easily been disarmed in a real combat situation, I'm disappointed in you."

The indignation on Tara's face kind of makes it worth it.

#/mp #ask box #samcscreams #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Chad Meeks-Martin #Mindy Meeks-Martin #-core 4 #my writing tag #I hope you don't mind but I merged these two together because it worked so well #-tara/chad

[moonpaw]

Are you ever going to work more on the feral fic? It abruptly stopped. Binged it all today and fell in love

Even if you don't, I wish you all the best. Both your writing and your art is gorgeous

everyday that fic haunts me, i really wanna work on it more but i struggle with writing it since i just. don't care about the direction bnha has been taking over the last couple of years

i've set a goal for myself that if i don't work on it by the end of this year, i'll just post the outline of how the story was gonna go along with my notes

#mp answers #feral #feral fic #i set that goal to try to motivate me to write it but also i dont just want to leave feral completely unfinished... augh #happy to hear you enjoyed the fic though!

[rpfisfine]

also im so sorry guys but im gonna be honest i can't do the discord no matter how small and awesome it is and how much i had honestly thought i would be able to handle it and how much i genuinely like and enjoy you guys my ancient mind just wasn't able to withstand it i might check out what you guys are up to and maybe liveblog with you over there every once in a while but overall im just gonna be here on tumblr i think but i am really really happy all of you are having fun and i love you

#(filing my toenails) its not you guys its me.....theres some kind of problem in my mind i think #mp #i just always second guess everything i write and say and feel like a giant moron and overall im just used to expressing my dope mind #here