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wreckedandpolemic · 3 months

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can't seem to get it right - matty healy

prompt: secret admirer

day 1 of the lovely @abiiors' valentine75 prompts!! i actually dont think this is very good i am very much a one trick pony in this space However i had fun writing it and thats what matters!!!

no warnings here this is v v short and sweet <3

Nauseated, you swat at the tacky, heart-shaped balloon as it drifts into your vision, ignoring its owner’s affronted scoff and stomping off down the hallway. Matty snickers behind you and you turn your glare on him. He holds his hands up in mock-surrender. “What’d that balloon ever do to you?”

You roll your eyes. “Fucking hate this week. It’s not even Valentine’s yet and this whole fucking place is full of dickheads who think their hormone-fuelled ‘love story’ makes them the centre of the universe. Just an excuse for brands to paint themselves pink and flog you shiny crap that’ll go in the bin after five seconds.” A strange look flickers across Matty’s face, but the bell rings sharply before you can question it. You trudge off to your class — double History, ugh — and don’t think on it for another moment.

The boy that sits across from you in History, Cameron, has a massive crush on you, flirts incessantly, flushes when you turn a smile on him. He’s not hard to look at, sweet-faced and kind, and not totally hopeless with a textbook, either. So, when he blushes and stammers his way through asking you out when you mention not having any Valentine’s plans, you think, this could be fun. “Is it gonna be worth my time?” you ask, leaning towards him and grinning when he flinches. “Convince me.” Eyebrows go up around the table at your challenge, Cameron smiling nervously and stuttering out something that passes for an affirmative. You flash your teeth, predatory. Maybe you shouldn’t play around with boys like this, but it’s so much fun. And they make it so easy.

The next morning, a card addressed to you has been slipped into your locker. The message is short, but sweetly poetic, witty in a way you hadn’t known Cameron could be. It’s unsigned, but the sentiment is adorable, and you make a mental note to get him a gift later. You catch sight of Matty sloping down the hall, and wave him over. “How sweet is this?” you say, smiling cheek to cheek. “Didn’t think he’d actually convince me to go on a date with him, but… Who knows? Might actually be fun.”

Matty’s face falls for a split second, before he rearranges it into smooth blankness that quickly crumples into confusion. “Wait– date? With who?” he demands.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Cameron. From my History. He’s nice.”

Matty scoffs. “I’m sure,” he huffs, rolling his eyes. Your face scrunches, displeased. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m sure he’s a top bloke, and you’ll skip off into the sunset holding hands and pop out a million adorable little blonde babies.”

You splutter a laugh, shoving him gently. “Don’t be a dick. He’s nice,” you repeat, fixing him with a glare. “I haven’t even agreed to the date yet, nobody’s skipping off into the sunset.”

Shrugging, Matty kicks idly at the row of lockers. “Yet,” he teases, and the brief flare of awkwardness between you melts away. “Listen, I really don’t feel like hanging around this shithole the rest of the day. Wanna come smoke?” he offers. You shouldn’t — you really shouldn’t — but that’s never stopped you before. Especially when it comes to Matty and the teasing grin he dares you with.

“Go on, then.” You shoulder your bag and follow Matty out of the gates, the short stroll to your favourite smoke spot passing quickly as you chat back and forth about nothing.

“I can’t believe you’re actually going on a fucking date,” Matty tells you, voice thickened by the smoke pouring from his mouth.

“Oi!” you snap playfully. “Why’s that so unbelievable, huh?”

“Well, you’re hideous, for one,” he says, gasping when you stomp down hard on his foot. “I’m messing, I’m messing! You were the one being mardy about Valentine’s Day, like, yesterday, though.” He shrugs, passing you the last of the joint.

Flicking away the roach, you blow out rings of smoke. “Yeah, I dunno. Probably won’t go, but it’s kind of nice being chased.” You scoff, leaning back against a tree. “I know you don’t have that problem, ‘cos you’ve got all your fuckin’ groupies.” A sharp edge creeps into your words at the end, and you bite the inside of your cheek to curb it. “But some of us aren’t used to that attention every second of the day, and we take it where we can get it.”

Matty shrugs. “Touche. Don’t think he’s worth your time, though,” he says, tone thick with something you can’t decipher through the weed-induced haze enveloping your mind.

You wave a hand dismissively. “Shut up, you dick.”

After dousing yourself in body spray to cover the weed smell, you let yourself into your house, stopping short at the bouquet that sits innocently under the hallway mirror. Red carnations bound around pink roses and an inexplicable spray of miniature daffodils, a muted pink ribbon tying them closed.

“Hi, love!” your mum shouts, appearing around the corner. “Those came for you while you were out. No name. Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer,” she grins, nudging you as you flush.

“It’s just this bloke from my History.” You wave a hand dismissively, but you can’t help smiling at the bouquet. “Trying to convince me to go out with him for Valentine’s.”

Your mum’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, eyes so wide it’s comical. “You? Valentine’s?” she says incredulously, face softening into a warm smile. “Love, that’s great. You’ll have such a good time,” she smiles.

You scoff. “Steady on, I haven’t said yes, yet.”

Smirking knowingly, your mum pads off into the kitchen, shouting back at you to be down for tea in an hour. You pick up the flowers on your way upstairs, arranging them delicately in a vase on your windowsill and snapping a quick picture. You debate texting Cameron a thank you, but decide against it — he sent them anonymously, after all.

Strangely, though, Cameron’s behaviour the rest of the week is at odds with the gifts that keep piling up. The chocolates aren’t a surprise, and nor is the single red rose laid across your desk, though maybe a little dramatic. But he doesn’t take credit for any of it, nothing in his face even indicating there’s anything he should be taking credit for.

That Friday, the last day Cameron has to convince you, a little, flat box finds its way into your schoolbag. You peel off the ribbon and find a delicate necklace nestled against deep blue velvet. It’s exquisite, a crystal pendant hanging off a thin silver chain. You slide into your seat in History, a little bemused, and smile at Cameron. He smiles back, twirling his hands nervously. “Everything was lovely,” you say, and his brow furrows in confusion. “The card, and the chocolates, and the flowers. I’d love to go out with you.” He breaks into a wide smile, sunlight practically beaming from his face. “But the necklace is too much — it must’ve cost a fortune!”

He blinks innocently at you. “Um, that’s great. I’d, um, love to take you out. But, uh, I didn’t get you any gifts,” he says, biting his lip.

Your head spins as you sift through your memories of the last week, reexamining them through a new lens. All at once, something clicks into place, and you bolt out of your seat. “I’m sorry,” you rush out. “I can’t go out with you. I’ve gotta– I need to go.” You shove your stuff back into your bag, leaving Cameron stuttering and baffled at your back, and dash off.

You find Matty where he usually is, tucked away in a practice room and engrossed in a guitar. Taking a second before he notices you outside the door, you fix the necklace around your neck and smooth your hair nervously. Should you put on some lipgloss? No, that’s crazy, right? It’s Matty. Your heart is racing, your mouth suddenly dry. How were you so fucking stupid? Of course fucking Cameron from History didn’t write that stupid card.

Taking a deep breath to settle your nerves, you turn the handle of the practice room, and it rattles but stays closed. Locked, obviously. You clap a palm to your face; this is off to a terrible start. Then, Matty looks up, eyes lighting up as they find the pendant at the hollow of your throat, your heart melting at the sweetness in his face.

Matty stands up to open the door. “Hi,” he says, and all the tenseness melts from your body.

“It was you,” you whisper, collapsing into his arms and resting your head on his shoulder. “All of those lovely things were you. And you let me bang on about fucking Cameron all week! Matty, I feel like a total idiot, I’m so sor–” Matty cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, tentative and gentle.

“Knew you’d figure it out eventually, love, smart girl that you are,” Matty murmurs against your lips, and you smile softly, face flushed. He pulls you close, his body warm against yours, and tugs you into the practice room, pressing you up against the door as soon as it clicks shut.

You lose yourself in his kiss, his hands steady at your waist as you melt against him. His tongue parts your lips and sweeps your mouth, tasting faintly of cigarettes and spearmint gum. Breathless, you break away, a string of saliva briefly connecting your lips, and you giggle quietly as it breaks. “Thank you,” you murmur.

A dopey smile crosses his face. “You’re welcome,” he says, cupping your jaw and pulling you back in, kissing you so hard it steals the breath from your lungs. A quiet squeal escapes you when he dips his head to bite at your neck, and you indulge him for a moment before pushing his head away gently.

“Down, boy,” you say, giggling when he kisses over the necklace at the hollow of your throat.

Matty’s eyes shine hopefully as he looks down at you. “So,” he dips his head to kiss you. “Can I finally take you out?” He punctuates every word with a kiss, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

Widening your eyes, you look up at him with a pout that splits into a smile without your permission. “Well, my Saturday did just free up…” you tease, and he rolls his eyes. “I’d love to.” You stretch to your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Matty grins, his joy practically infectious, warming you through and melting your heart, leaving it dripping stickily down your ribs. His lips meet your neck again, his next words murmured against your bruising skin. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

#alternate universe in which matty took alevels lol #the flowers Allegedly mean 'my heart aches for you' 'please believe me' and 'unequalled love'#dont hold me to that idk i did a very cursory google search #also these r all scheduled but happy show day to me!!!#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy smut #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #valentine75 #writing #smut

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limeartichoke · 1 month

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mmm idk how i feel abt this but I'm posting it anyway cause i know someone will appreciate it ‼️‼️

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willowser · 5 months

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oh 😭 my 😭 god 😭 right person wrong time with early 20s bkg 😭😭😭😭 i think about this all the time and ur recent is shaking in my head. and with how katsuki is just such a one person guy. like he sees you and he KNOWS you’re it for him but he just can’t. still thinks about you, looks out for you. and he tells you to find someone else with the emotional capacity that he doesn’t have, but you’re always in the back of his mind and he never really leaves yours either.

oh my god. yes. that's exactly it. he's such a one person kind of guy. he knows that you are everything he could ever want—and he just can't do it. there's a part of him that wants it soooo bad, but he knows he'll ruin it if he gives it a shot. he knows he can't treat you the way you deserve, can't give you the time he wants, can't open up the way you can. ooohhhhh my god it eats him up but HE DOESN'T STOP YOU from finding other people. quietly sits back and watches it and—he wants you to be happy, he does. he wants someone to treat you the way you should be treated. he wants to see you smile.

but he is always sitting back and watching from afar with his heart in his stomach.

(but—i do think that's the sweetest conclusion, you know ?? 🥺 you go off and you find love and it doesn't work out for whatever reason, doesn't have to be all terrible and heart breaking—it just doesn't happen—and you come back and few years later and katsuki stands a little taller and his skin has a new glow to it and he finds out you're single again and—he's ready, this time 🥺 to give it his all 🥺 can't help but smile to himself because he knew you were the only one for him 🥺)

#i'm SCREAMING CRHING RIPPING MY HAIR OUTTTT #i am so tempted to write this idk it would be so hard during that first part LOL #it would hurttttt #but the payoff would be 🥺🥺🥺#oh god my heart physically aches rn in my chest oh god #oh man i could scream my lungs OUTTT #i'm so frantic over this idea it makes me insame #✿ ask willow

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betterthanbatman1 · 7 months

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MY BOYYYY

#HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY #This boy was struggling to breathe and jumped through A BURNING FUCKING BUILDING to save a child #Keep in mind that he was already scared to be alone and idk what he must’ve been seeing #but with his history with burning buildings- this really just made my heart ache #He’s such a good man I can’t #So proud of him ahhh #“It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too’’#JBCBEMXKDBDBDXNXNSBHE #He will literally risk his life for the vulnerable and I just can’t say how much I love him for that #He was SUFFERING and still saved this little girl #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batfam #dc #Catwoman 58 #I think #I’m ignoring the Batman and Jason relationship right now

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bisexualrapline · 1 year

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like i know we joke about yoongi being a rich bitch lecturing us all abt capitalism and it IS funny but only so far as you don’t listen to anything he says about his work and how it makes him feel. it’s such a theme in bangtan’s and especially rap line’s music generally; that, like, almost disgust with their own ambition because success in music DOES mean fame and riches. whether they like it or not, that’s how the world and the industry is structured. of course they benefit from that and i think they’re well aware but it’s possible for them to benefit from it AND for it to cause them harm. both truths can coexist. and i’m so glad that they talk about it so openly because it’s so important. yoongi saying in the doc “it would be so much easier if i was just a producer” because then he could just collect his check behind the scenes and move on. he never wanted fame, he never wanted to be obscenely rich - he just wanted enough for a meal AND a bus ticket home. the dreams of riches and fame came after bangtan became his dream, for better or for worse. idk idk idk i can’t be articulate about anything at the moment because i’m still processing but just. bangtan is so important. they’re everything to me. and they always will be

#:( my heart. aches. idk #i'm also just running on 2 hrs of sleep sdlkjfkdf but like oof. so much of that doc hit so hard in the same way so much of his music hits so #damn hard #.txt #yoongi #bts #suga: road to d-day

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cheesenspice · 7 months

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i forgive you

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #crazy #i was crazy once #more simple art of them aghhghhhhhhhhhhh #idk what this proposes i just wanted to draw them like this #i rewatched teh entire second season and my heart aches

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covenofthearticulate · 4 months

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for the vc character asks! 🥹

🔍 something about the modern era not referenced in the books that you think louis would find upsetting or confusing + why?

💌 a lesser-known quote/passage from canon that you think best describes your favorite character

🔍 I think Louis would be so perplexed by the fidget toy industry LOL this is a man who refuses to tuck his hands into his pockets because he finds it rude and off-putting, like he would be so baffled and upset with all the little cubes and spinners and push toys that are made specifically to fidget with!! but what does it DO?! what do you MEAN this cube serves no practical function?! will you please STOP clicking it at once!

💌 I actually have no clue if this is considered lesser-known because to me, this has always been THEE quintessential Louis quote, but it's from Marius' pov in qotd so I think the loustat girlies tend to sleep on it idk:

"Just a little blood, and Louis might be stronger, true, but then he might lose the human tenderness, the human wisdom that no one could give another; the gift of knowing others' suffering with which Louis had probably been born."

This sentence is just so close to my heart like I think the gift of knowing others' suffering is such a wonderful summation of Louis' spirit. Because I think, at a certain point, the ability to understand human suffering truly is a gift that very few vampires can maintain as they grow older. Sure, they can observe human pain and sympathize with it, but Louis knows this suffering on an innate level, and it's not a hinderance or a weakness, but a gift!!! A GIFT!! Louis was born from sorrow and he feels it like no one else can— he alone possesses a wisdom that no other blood drinker has, and that in itself is so valuable. When the other vampires describe him, they do tend to highlight his humanity and his sensitivity, but I've always admired that it was Marius that first framed it as a gift.

#the entire paragraph of marius meeting louis is probably one of my favorite bits of canon actually??#i've wanted to get the phrase 'the gift of knowing others' suffering' tattooed for a while idk it just makes my heart ache #ANYWHOMST ty for this <3 #;answered #louis de pointe du lac #headcanons #vampire meta #meta

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mitamicah · 2 months

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An aromantic autistic reading of Joker Out's "Bluza"/"the Blouse"

I have a few words about Bluza. The Blouse.

When I first heard the title, I felt a connection to this song yet in a very tongue-in-cheek way. Because I read the working title was a nod to the white holed sweater blouse (the slut shirt) Bojan forgot at Jere’s place last autumn. But then thanks to JokerOutSubs I realized that this song really speaks to me in another way.

Disclaimer: I am speaking about this from an autistic aroace point of view and as a person who has masked most their lives and doesn’t drink. I hope to explain why this matters in the post below.

The lines that especially spoke to me are these: Ja ko pijana budala Ali čaše nisam popio Jamislim da sam se zaljubio u tebe

I’m acting like a drunk idiot But I haven’t had a single glass I think I’ve fallen in love with you

As a person who has spend most my life being critical about what to say, do, and how I show of myself to people I see the drunkenness described here not as literal but as a form of unmasking. When you find that one person you feel so comfortable around that you know that they won’t leave you or care if you stop being presentable in the eyes of society.

The result is that you may seem drunk and out of character when you are close to them. Drunk as in unlike yourself but also much more yourself. You dare to be authentic and to be silly and vulnerable because this person next to you gets you. No alcohol you could consume would fill you with as much giddiness as being with this person does. There is something about this one person that just speaks to you and let you know that you are safe.

While not having been drunk myself this is what I expect is the feeling most drunk people are searching for: the experience of not caring about what other people might think about them anymore. They just exist outside time and space in a bubble of bliss.

The person in the song is that for Bojan. His bubble of bliss – his safe space.

I’ve been lucky enough to have people like that too for small periods of time. And just like the next line I have felt very strongly connected to the person in those moments thinking “is this was love feels like?”. And here I don’t necessarily mean romantic attraction/love. I mean love as in a deeper, more profound level. The love that is outside of bodily desire. It is two spirits – two beings finding a home in the other person. A home where you can be giddy and drunk without having touch a single drink.

It is no secret that I love the idea of queer platonic love. When I read this, I read it as queer platonic. I read it as beautifully strange, brotherly, romantic, and platonic all at once.

The chorus kind of develops this feeling and adds and aromantic layer to it: Baš ja Koji nisam verovao Da za nekim biću lud

Yes, me who didn’t believe I would be crazy about someone

I read this as a very much an aspec experience.

You may have gone most of your life feeling othered for not experiencing those feelings of romantic attraction the world around you constantly tell you that you should.

Then this person comes along. This person that is your haven, that you can fool around with and open up around. There’s something that seems different, seems honest and so it brings you that feeling of bliss I mentioned earlier. That feeling the world around you have tried to tell you exists for years, yet you never believed would happen to you.

You may have believed yourself to be broken or maybe the world around you too much for seemingly being crazy about love. But now in this moment of bliss, drunk without having drunk, you get it. You want to be with this person, do all the silly things the media tells you are romantic. Not because you are forced to but because it would mean spending more time with your person. And every little second you can spend with your person feels like a blessing.

That is my take on the song at least. Thank you for reading.

#my first try making an analysis that I can remember so please be kind #I just couldn't stop thinking about it #almost cried when I read the lyrics #and this may just be a sappy song idk but it spoke to me this way #so I offer you my aro and ausitic reading of it it here #thank you to jokeroutsubs for the quick translation that gave me the chance to babble about this song #I feel so honored having been in the crowd that heard it the first time live :'3 #I really adore sta bih ja too but mostly for how catchy it is #it is pretty as well when you know the lyrics #but this prechorus chorus just spoke to my aching queer platonic aro heart #okay I am done venting now #joker out #bluza #the blouse #mine #micahs thoughts

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keepthetension · 3 months

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still stuck on mhok's trauma, unsurprisingly. i keep thinking about the opening scenes of this show, showing us day losing his sight, and mhok losing rung. i really thought that the show would spend equal time and care on both

my first post about this show was pointing out that the first shot of day is a close up of his eyes, and the first time we see mhok, he's holding something in his mouth. and i thought it was so interesting that we see mhok gagged, because society generally doesn't care what people who've been incarcerated have to say. or poor people. and by and large, it doesn't care about the voices of traumatized people, either

and i was so curious to see what the show was going to do with that. i can't believe the show itself was never really interested in what mhok has to say

and i'm stuck on mhok's time in hawaii. the show highlighted over and over again how poor he is, and we know that he didn't like studying. what are his english skills like? we saw singha there, and i think one other thai person. was that the extent of his social circle? he seemed pretty happy to leave hawaii behind, so did he make no new friends? did he spend his days off just sitting in his room by himself, the way day did when he went to songkla with mhok?

i assume he and porjai were still in touch, but he moved abroad at a time when his ptsd was getting worse, and in the wake of a terrible breakup, and he just walked all of that off? alone???

feeling overly protective and over-responsible is absolutely an understandable trauma response for mhok, but you know what else is? losing a relationship, and feeling like you HAVE to go back and fix it, and that if you can just get a do-over, you'll be able to do everything perfectly this time, and you'll get everything right, and everything will be okay! this makes more sense to me in the final episode than the idea of mhok and day having a happily ever after does

#last twilight the series #last twilight #the thing is i don't think his healing journey had to be explicitly shown and there was plenty you could kind of infer #like going from dumping porjai so he doesn't drag her down to telling day he's done playing games and WILL ask him out at the finish line #that's a big step! it says a lot about his headspace and how he sees himself!#but i started getting nervous when PORJAI told day about rung OFFSCREEN. mhok didn't even share that himself! and it wasn't her place tbh!#lol i even kinda understood where day was coming from in ep11 because mhok never mentioned the nightmares and flashbacks and stuff #and you CAN hide that stuff from a sighted partner too ofc but it made sense that day'd wonder what else mhok could hide from him like i ge #why that'd make day feel extra vulnerable! but no somehow the breakup was ALL about pity? i still don't totally get that tbh. and all the #trauma stuff was just pushed under the rug?? and i wonder if day was pitying mhok by insisting he take the opportunity to go abroad #like: you're poor when else are you going to get an opportunity like this? i don't THINK that's what was happening but i can't unthink it #idk my heart just aches for mhok #the quadruple whammy of poverty + trauma + classism + incerceration and i thought all of that would play a bigger role #also by the way ptsd is a disability too!

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heyitsmejona · 1 year

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after he died

there was just emptiness

he gave us purpose

now there is nothing

i dont want to become like them

betwen dust and bones

but the line is thin

of life and death

and im walking it

step by step

#gw2 art #my art #awakened #gw2 awakened #actually so interesting #i love em #i dont know how to convey in words of how i feel about their fate #so i hope this comic helps u understand #how important they are to me #finding purpose is so inherently human my heart is aching #and being lost a part of life #idk how to tag this #im just feeling emotions im new to this

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camcamino · 2 months

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fuck you very much (to the friend who introduced me to 1D and told me the whole story that made my life better and worse at the same time)

#I'm not saying it ruined my life but i can't stop thinking about ittt #I'm right where you left me bitch #i just need them to be together my heart aches so bad #one direction #larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #niall horan #idk but at the same time i thank her for telling

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sunshinediaz · 7 months

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snippet sunday 🫧

hi, pals <3 i think. i think i'm about to come down with the worst sinus infection of my life so if i'm extra mia just know it's because i'm fighting demons

please enjoy a new bad things happen fic, where eddie and buck are forced to watch their house burn down??

The smell of smoke wakes him up, sharp and hot and smothering. It swirls in the air, mixing with mint and vanilla and eucalyptus, his cologne and their shampoo and that expensive detergent Buck likes so much, and Eddie has half a mind bitch at Buck for not showering before climbing into bed before he realizes their last shift was two days ago. Hysteria rockets through his system, cold like polar ice. He rolls around beneath the sheets, frantic and nervous, and slaps Buck’s shoulder till he wakes up. Buck groans, lifts his head out from beneath his pillow, and slurs, “Wha’s goin’ on?” because it’s 3:17 in the morning and it’s still three hours before their alarm rings to get Chris ready for school and there’s no reason for them to be up yet. “Fire,” he says, sliding off the bed and shuffling on the icy tiles in his bare feet. It startles him, wakes him up even more than the fire. Buck makes another noise, bewildered and a little slow. “Huh?” “The house is on fire, Buck!” It’s quiet for a moment, nothing at all except a telltale crackling of burning wood, and then Buck’s falling out of bed, slamming his head against the bedside table and slipping in the pool of sheets in the floor. He blinks, adjusting to the darkness of their bedroom; the smell of smoke has only gotten stronger, fluttering around them like fog rising from a secluded pond, and the look on his face when he realizes what’s going on reminds Eddie of when he was shot years ago.

i was tagged by @try-set-me-on-fire, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @hippolotamus, @watchyourbuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @exhuastedpigeon, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, and @giddyupbuck

and i'm gonna no pressure tag @callmenewbie, @eddiediaztho, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @callaplums, @folk-fae and whoever else wants to share pls consider yourself tagged 🫶🏼

ps i'll be back later to gush over everyone's snippets and inspirations from yesterday okay i just have to rest a lil bit first please <3

#sigh #the kind of headache i have... my eyes hurt my nose hurt my temples hurt my body aches #i get sinus infections twice a year and this is the second time and fuuck it's gonna put me in a grave #anyway #this fic is gonna be for the forced to watch slot on my bingo card teehee #am i gonna keep it like this? idk i really don't like it but i DO like instant gratification so here i am #it's not gonna be as long as heart attack fic THANK GOD and oh boy the way eddie's gonna be so sad #anyway i'm excited for this fic mwah MWAH #tag games

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