#bthb 2

[dangerpronebuddie]

For @badthingshappenbingo

Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You 12k

Eddie changed lanes, prepared to head back to the station, when Buck's phone started ringing. "Oh, it's probably Maddie," Buck said, taking his phone from his pocket. "I already told her I'd have to-" he frowned at the screen- "oh?” "What's the matter?" Eddie asked. "Um... You remember that bracelet I bought Taylor?" Buck asked. Unfortunately, Eddie did. That Christmas was memorable... for all the wrong reasons. (Including, but not limited to, the presence of one red headed demon.) "Yeah. Why?" "It's been set off," he said, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Distress Call

Read on ao3

#911 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #fanfic #911 abc #my writing #bad things happen bingo #distress call #taylor kelly #whump #eddie diaz whump #evan buckley whump #9-1-1 #fanfiction #badthingshappenbingo #bthb #2 fics in 2 days... #oh well

[sunshinediaz]

i’ll bandage up your body and your bones and your bad days too | 5.6k, teen

fill for @badthingshappenbingo—kick them while they are down

“Hey, pretty boy,” he says, softly, and reaches in to wipe off a stray tear and drip of snot.  Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs, thick and nasty, because he knows he’s not pretty right now, red-faced and wild-eyed and wet with tears, wet with snot and spit and sweat and all sorts of other things, but Buck really, truly, thinks so. He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t.  “Hi.”  Buck’s smile widens. “Wanna scoot over and let me in?” he asks, ducking down so he can meet Eddie’s eyes. Eddie nods and scrambles to move, sliding over just enough for Buck to squeeze in and then slumping against his wide chest. Buck shuts the door, wraps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, and kisses his forehead. He smells like smoke and Hen’s fruity lotion. “You’re burning up, baby.”  Eddie nods, hiccups, and says nothing.  Buck brings his other arm around to hold Eddie closer, tighter. “You said you were feeling better,” he says, whispery-soft, as he combs Eddie’s damp hair off his forehead. “Why’d you lie to me?”  “I didn’t want you to worry.”  “Why do you think I’d worry?”  “‘Cause I’m having a bad day,” Eddie answers, shrugging, and nestles in further, like he can crawl inside Buck’s body and spread himself out along Buck’s bones, where he’s warm and wet and welcome, forever and always. “‘Cause I have a cold and everything hurts and nothing feels good except—except this. Except you.”  The tension in Eddie’s body sweeps out as quick as it came, leaving him boneless and unsecured and held in Buck’s arms, against Buck’s big chest and even bigger heart where he belongs, where he was born to be. It’s the one place that’s his and nobody else’s, ever again.  A tear falls, hot like fire, and he snuffles, wiping his face across Buck’s t-shirt.

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#this thing got away from me and it's all because the temps dropped low in oklahoma from 2 days straight of #stupid rain that flooded a few roads and left my feet wet and my bones cold #and all i wanted was hot chocolate and warm fuzzy socks AND ALL I GOT WAS A STUFFY NOSE AND AN EAR ACHE #anyway #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #911 fic #badthingshappenbingo #bthb fics #my fics

[dracopetal]

i've been so busy with college work but i wanna get back into writing so bad 😭😭

#personal #i have an essay thats beating me 2 death rn #ive got like half a chap of itws done and started on a bthb fill #i wanna finish something so bad lol

[jinmukangwrites]

I'm vibrating I'm sobbing I'm crying I'm SO EXCITED MY BLORBOS ARE BOUND TO SUFFER

#jin updates #BTHB 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

malik calling jonas 'lover' (10000 heart emojis)

He calls Jonas lover quite a bit in their latest fic here (:

#ask #anon #latest as in i only have 2 right now lmao #but ive gotten my doodle bug out so i might try to write more #something hopefully MUCH shorter because my god #i cannot be writing 10k stories again #not for 25 bthb spaces

[one-fandom-became-all-fandoms]

Written for my Bad Things Happen Bingo squares "betrayal" and "the silent treatment." Set for the fandom SPN and the ship Destiel.

It was the ultimate betrayal.

"C'mon, Cas—I said I was sorry!"

Dean forgot their anniversary. Again, technically, since he forgot it every year.

The date marked the hunter's resurrection and subsequently the day the couple first met. Albeit with a stab wound and some showboating, but their union was seared into Castiel's mind like a brand.

Obviously not for the human, though.

"What can I do to make it up to you, huh?"

Dean's fingers snaked along Castiel's trench coat. They played with the wrinkles of white cotton beneath tan outerwear.

"Desperation doesn't suit you."

The hunter snorted. Gently, he massaged circles into Castiel's sides.

"Does begging?"

The angel went to retort, but his mouth snapped shut when Dean fell to his knees. Looking down at the man was always a rush after a lifetime of having to look up to meet his gaze. Castiel's hands fiddled with short hairs as Dean's fingers moved from waist to belt loops.

"It certainly looks better than desperation."

A small huff ghosted across Castiel's pants. The angel's grip tightened.

Dean smirked, "Does it now?"

Castiel hummed low in his throat, digits smoothing the toffee strands he'd tugged on moments prior. "Maybe."

Dean licked—then bit—his lip.

"And if I blew you right here?"

The prospect was mouthwatering.

"It certainly wouldn't hurt."

"Oh no," Dean smiled coyly, "I'll go easy."

He did. For Dean, anyways.

Between bouts of rapture, Castiel remembered that "easy" was a relative term.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Castiel didn't answer. The pair lay side by side in their king-sized bed. Dean sighed.

"The silent treatment still? I thought after four rounds, I'd've redeemed..."

The angel's silence wasn't unwarranted. Castiel was fast asleep beside his love, tuckered out and dreaming serenely after endless orgasms.

Slowly, Dean wrapped his arms around his love's waist. The skin by his temple was kissed gently as the human settled in for a night of peace.

Castiel's shoulder received another press of lips.

Best. Silent treatment. Ever.

Dividers from @justlgbtthings​ —go check ‘em out!

#my-ao3 #my-bingo #bingo #bad things happen bingo #bthb #bthb fic 2 #destiel

[terramous]

i havent posted a fic in almost a week, going into attention withdrawal

#made decent headway on other fics but didnt finish a single bthb one #on wednesday i was sooo convinced i would whip up the heatstroke one fairly quickly bc its only gonna be like 2 scenes #aaand now im 8.3k into pure unbridled pain

[dandywonderous]

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Characters: Leo, everyone else

Square: Truth Potion/Serum

Warnings: Angst. So much angst.

Notes I went a little off book from what this trope usually looks like and it really ended up being more like a different prompt on the big BTHB list (don't want to say what for spoilers), but it IS the idea I got thinking about this square and it is a lot about honesty so... hopefully that's fine haha.

It got super long so I just put it straight on AO3. Here's a link! I do plan to do a chapter 2 to this eventually so Leo can get some comfort after all this hurt.

@badthingshappenbingo

#bad things happen bingo #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #truth potion/serum

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz for wip Wednesday, here's more of the bthb I posted some of yesterday

It’s 2 AM. Buck turns to the bed. He pushes the mattress back onto the frame, and takes the time to sweep the bit of floor it had been covering up. Then, fuck it, he lays out flat and sweeps under frame, pulling out the storage boxes Eddie had there to make sure nothing flew between them to be lost until he next needed something from them. IMPORTANT one is labeled, in Eddie’s neat capital letters. SHANNON, another one says. CHRISTOPHER. It’s a plastic tub, none of the pomp and circumstance of Maddie’s heavy wooden baby box, but it’s full to almost bursting. Buck kneels there with it on his lap, knuckles white where he grips its edges. He puts them all back in as exactly the same location as he can manage. He strips the bed, bundling up the sheets and pillow cases, again fearful of glass. He runs his hands all over the bare mattress, waiting for his palm to come away bloody. It never does. The spare sheets are in the hallway closet, and he has to pause and choke again for a moment, because there's a whole shelf just for the ones Buck uses when he sleeps on the couch. Still there, even if he hasn’t spent the night in months, not since the more immediate aftermath of the shooting when Eddie needed help getting around and was having trouble navigating daily tasks one handed and in pain, when Buck had the flimsy excuse of EMT training to get to be the one to change his bandages instead of Ana even though really it was a simple enough task anyone could have done it. Eddie’s asleep on the couch now and Buck didn’t even put sheets down for him. He grabs a set and flees back to Eddie’s room, because he’s not crying exactly, he’s not weeping, but- whatever’s happening is loud, and ragged. Better to contain the noise.

Tagging @chronicowboy @shitouttabuck @bigfootsmom @buckactuallys @homerforsure @lover-of-mine @butchdiaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

#love that ive seen multiple other people writing about the night of Eddie's breakdown recently #somethings in the air #tag games #wip wednesday

[serenescribe]

Poll: Help me pick my next TWST longfic! [FINISHED]

Hello everyone!

As most of you may know, I am quite the avid longfic writer. However, university's been slowing me down a lot, so I've been unable to write as quickly as before. So why not poll some of my fic ideas and let you all decide?

I'll include some brief, rambling summaries of the options below the cut! The poll will run for seven days, and the winner will be the longfic I focus on next! (That isn't to say I won't write other things since inspiration is fickle and some of these are semi-completed, but for the most case, my priority will be whatever wins!)

[Summaries under the cut!]

i. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Locked in a Freezer Epel-focused! I originally started working on this in April but shelved it because I was more focused on writing Diasomnia. That and I also did not look forward to writing Rook... Still, the benefit of this option is that It's already 2/3 finished, with the first two chapters done, so it would be done a lot faster. I'd feel pretty keen on finishing it sooner if there was interest expressed.

ii. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Barely Conscious Silver-focused! A bad end AU of the Fairy Gala remix event... and that's about all I can say about it. Compared to the other options, it wouldn't be as long, so I could see it being done faster. It would not have a definitive conclusion, being a bad end of an event, but if you like Silver suffering, this is the one for you!

iii. Bad Things Happen Bingo: On the Run Sebek-focused, along with the first years! I originally wanted to write this for Halloween this year, but quickly shelved that idea due to realising how much Uni sapped my energy. This is one of the two options here that would be rated Mature, along with warnings of Major Character Death. It was meant to be a Halloween fic, after all.

iv. Bad Things Happen Bingo: This Is For Your Own Good Silver and Lilia-focused. What can I say about this AU without revealing too much...? This is the other option that would be rated Mature. It gets truly fucked up and dark in the latter half, and bad things truly does happen. It would also be one of the longest fics in the BTHB series, as I'm envisioning two very long chapters. All the same, this is arguably the idea I'm most excited to write. So if that means anything to you (trust in my tastes, perhaps?) you might want to consider voting for this!

v. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Hope Is Scary Silver-focused, though Lilia comes in later. This is arguably the least developed of all the ideas here, however it was a really good idea that Olive thought up and gave me permission to write. A lot of Silver suffering in this one! And being alone. The prompt is literally about losing all hope and not wanting to hope again in case it gets dashed.

vi. Reverse Containment Breach AU: Starchild Lilia and Silver-focused. This is based on Olive's Reverse Containment Breach AU, of which I'd previously written a ficlet for here with Malleus and Sebek. Think something SCP-esque with an organisation studying strange subjects. Head Researcher Lilia Vanrouge stumbles upon a boy who fell from space one night, and that's when everything slowly goes off the rails. I actually finished about 1/3 of this? So it's partially started.

vii. PMMM AU: Lilia Longfic Lilia and Silver-focused. What it says on the tin. Mica and I's PMMM AU, which isn't 1:1 with canon but Lilia takes the role of Homura, and Silver as Madoka. Time loops and general suffering and angst. If you know how Madoka plays out, you know how this one's going to go.

#housekeeping tag #going to tag some twst stuff so this can show up in search #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfiction #twst writing #i'm scheduling this to go up while i'm probably asleep btw #reblogs are appreciated! you can idk. convince others to vote for an option? i welcome that

[dangerpronebuddie]

WIP Wednesday!!

Tagged by @loveyouanyway and @theotherbuckley thank you!! 💜🩵

The writing beans have returned!!! For now. They're like spooked deer at the moment lol. I've written more for part 2 of I'll Catch You, plus some of another BTHB prompt! I think I picked a general direction I want to go with this fic, so have a snippet that takes place a bit before the last one:

It seemed almost careless. But why? From what Eddie remembered, they were anything but. Meticulous graves, almost clinical precision based on the autopsies Athena told him about. They teased the police with evidence, but nothing concrete enough to charge them. It was a game to them. And Eddie was the chess piece they'd yet to take. The door swung open and George strolled in. Eddie realized why he was so careless. George held the gun loosely in his hand, casually, like the weight of it or the potential it had didn't phase him. It probably didn't. “Sorry I had to move this forward,” he said with a smirk. “It really is inconvenient,” Eddie drawled. “Take it up with the reporter,” George shrugged. He perched on the table across from Eddie, setting the gun down beside him.

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @tizniz @actuallyitsellie @disasterbuckdiaz @kitteneddiediaz @fortheloveofbuddie @daffi-990 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @spagheddiediaz @wildlife4life @thekristen999 @ronordmann @steadfastsaturnsrings @daniwib and anyone else who wants to share!! 🥰🩷

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #fanfic #my writing #i'll catch you #tw gun mention #wip wednesday

[sunshinediaz]

tagged by @wildlife4life, @wikiangela, and @honestlydarkprincess <3

i have 8000 wips and i’m making lots of leeway on all of them, but i can’t decide which bthb fic to focus on next so… help me choose

i’m putting eddie through all the shit it seems,,, anyway he’ll be fine

no pressure tagging: @alyxmastershipper, @diazblunt, @disasterbuckdiaz, @eddiediaztho, @thewolvesof1998, @shitouttabuck, and whoever else <3

#the wips in question are: #wildfire fic where buddie go to oklahoma and eddie’s a filthy motherfucker who can’t get enough of buck’s cock #a long way from your heart where eddie goes to texas bc his dad’s dying and buck follows him TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH #oklahoma where eddie and buck try to date marisol and natalia and it just doesn’t work #5+1(+1) where eddie doesn’t use his words EVER #eddie diaz vs the hoa where eddie doesn’t know he’s in love with buck and accidentally waged a war with the hoa #BUT I KNOW WHICH ONE WOULD WIN THERE OKAY #or maybe i know the 2 #but i don’t know what’d win for bthb so here we are #tag games

[muirmarie]

mcspirk month mYEAR planning post

idk if anyone likes these (these being planning posts), but here, it feels weird to have it tucked away in my notes when my BTHB and mcspirk bingo planning posts are on here, so. anywho. you know the drill: this is just me rambling, feel free to ignore!!

the bolded are those i still don't have a plan for <3 - as per my usual these are all tos unless otherwise noted

Day 1: Forced Proximity (“this isn’t a blessing,” mccoy hisses. “one day,” the king says, “you’ll see that is it.” - the one where spock and kirk cannot get more than an arm's length away from mccoy for 30 days w/o causing him debilitating pain)

Day 2: Touch-starved (spock and kirk cuddle mccoy out of touch starvation - this is like 75% done, I just need to finish it)

Day 3: Only One Bed (established mckirk to mcspirk. um. very nsfw. by far the most nsfw i’ve ever even considered writing lmao. currently sitting at almost 12k, probably will be around 15-17k all told. i don't even know how to describe this. kirk aggressively helping spock play gay chicken with mccoy until mccoy finally believes spock wants both of them, idk.)

Day 4: Hand Holding (maybe the one where spock & kirk slowly gaslight mccoy into holding hands with them - yes the tags are spones but i am very certain kirk would be very happy to gaslight mccoy into hand-holding as well)

Day 5: [hurt comfort or against a wall (no story planned)]

Day 6: Protective McCoy (no story planned)

Day 7: Hand Kink (the one where spock is cucked w/ hand sex lmao)

Day 8: Public Display of Affection (would you still love and/or employ me if i was a worm?)

Day 9: Spock is a Hopeless Romantic (the flirty spock one probably?)

Day 10: [Hands or a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 11: Fuck or Die (vulcan sex magic hanahaki, this is, like. I have elements of it, but it’s not nailed down yet quite how it works. it's a vulcan disease but naturally mccoy's the one who gets it.)

Day 12: Aliens Made them Do It (the plato’s stepchildren one - i've been poking at this one since. like. january lmao. it's maybe 30% done, but it's not gonna be super long, i'm just slow with it. it is. hm. not a fluffy story. the platonians decide that mccoy simply needs to learn to say yes to them. how helpful they have spock and kirk around to help underscore the point.)

Day 13: [time loop or sex in a three way body swap or a bonus (no story planned, BUT do I really wanna write another time loop fic and/or can I really handle writing another smut fic lmao. If I did do time loop tho it would be the one where Kirk refuses to leave the time loop until he can solve the no-win scenario, i just don’t know how that goes yet. The sex in a three way body swap would be the AOS mcspirkura one, probably. Or the tos spones to mcspirk one. idk idk.)]

Day 14: Tarsus IV (kirk: i always knew i’d die alone. this is....jim character study, i think? I do need to come up w/ a happy (or at least: not sad) ending for it tho. So I’m still Thinking about this one.)

Day 15: Fake Dating (the one where the royal is trying to marry mccoy in order to keep him, and spock and kirk independently decide to fake date him to save him. also sarek loves trashy romance books. background uhura/scotty.)

Day 16: Lost the Ability to Speak (bones and uhura signing in federation common sign language - yes that's vague but all i need is something to center around tbh)

Day 17: McCoy Hurt w/ Spock & Kirk Comfort (this is like 95% of what i write lmao but i don’t have a specific plot yet)

Day 18: [Jealous Bones OR Oral Fixation (no story planned but it it’s jealousy it’s not gonna be traditional jealousy, bc I’m generally not a fan of jealousy storylines (unless all parties are unaware that they’re jealous - those I find VERY funny)]

Day 19: [Kirk is Missing, Presumed Dead or a bonus - probably a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 20: Accidental Voyeurism (okay the one where mccoy wakes up and his arm is trapped underneath kirk’s head and spock’s holding that hand as he’s laying on top of kirk and making out with him. I will have to find a plot tho. a reason. a Reason. It’s not established spirk either)

Day 21: Bondage (heh established spirk discovering mccoy’s penchant for getting tied up and/or tying others up and then literally not able to shut up about their platonic friends private habits for like a solid three months. they only care platonically of course. you don’t need those other ppl to tie you up bones you’ve got us. this one’s about 10% started.)

Day 22: Mirrorverse (mirrorverse katra sharing, it’s a whole thing, this is out of my wheelhouse but i have some Ideas, but this one isn’t going to be anytime soon)

Day 23: [reunion or teasing or a bonus (no story planned) - *eta actually for teasing i could maybe do the one where spock conducts an "experiment" in a private lab where he has mccoy & kirk work on a project for him while he gets extremely handsy w/ them - he's doing a study ("study" - they're all aware this is just spock's ideal version of foreplay) about human arousal in a working environment, and they're supposed to not let him distract them*]

Day 24: Temporary Blindness (this is going to be such a long messy mccoy whump story tbh. orpheus and eurydice part two. before i can even really start it tho i have to decide on pov, because that….really affects things for this one. but i mostly know how the story goes. also not anytime soon tho, maybe not even this year)

Day 25: Praise Kink (i COULD go temporary awkward ability if i don’t want to write anything too sexy, but the planned version is, like, kirk blossoms like a bashful babe and spock is genuinely moved when it comes to praise, but mccoy turns bright red and wants them to stop? BUT they like so much the way he flushes and struggles to accept the praise that they ask him to be good for them because THEY like it, and so he’s absolutely mortified but still? allows it for them? and they of course like it because they want to make him accept it.)

Day 26: Expectations vs Reality (counseling fic! The one where spock and kirk are dating but still somehow drag mccoy to their relationship counseling.)

Day 27: Vacation Gone Awry (no story planned)

Day 28: Awkward Spock (checking for pulse over the liver instead of the wrist because he forgets where human hearts are when jim or leonard is hurt)

Day 29: Getting Interrupted (mcspirk sexy 3d chess - that’s right they’re interrupting mccoy’s WORK lmao)

Day 30: Desperate Measures (the enemy within one that’s 80% finished where kirk’s wolf and sheep sides both have to have sex w/ mccoy while spock melds with them both, all for very important science reasons - don’t worry about it.)

Day 31: Insecurity (*eta - mccoy gets out of a LDR and is bummed, and kirk tries to cheer him up by putting his name up for the underground "sexiest starfleet officer" bracket that scotty & uhura are running, to prove to mccoy that ppl find him attractive. unfortunately it turns out the crew finds him VERY attractive, kirk is having some jealously-related revelations, spock is gonna kill jim if he has to watch mccoy get asked out one more time, and mcco is yay close to having a nervous breakdown from being turned into a sex symbol*)

Bonus 1: nightmares (look this is fucked, just trust me this is a very messy thing and it is very fucked and i have to make all my maths fit together before i write it or it will feel too flimsy and fall apart, but. kirk's trapped in a nightmare by a parasite that bleeds into the waking world (there are reasons for it) that cause physical damage to mccoy. spock melds w/ kirk to try to change the dream. this has unexpected side effects. - this one WILL be written for mcspirk month i just don't know what day i'm replacing yet.)

Bonus 2: pet names (i think i might be able to fit the kiss me/fuck me fic into this prompt but i’m not 100% sure yet - aka the one where mccoy & kirk use “kiss me” as a SFW swear for “fuck me” and “don’t make me kiss you” as a SFW swear for “fuck you” and annoy everyone around them w/ this silly in joke until one time mccoy says “kiss me” w/o thinking to spock, and spock’s just. hmm. don’t mind if i do. and kirk thinks it’s so funny he starts kissing mccoy all the time as WELL. very pre-them even realizing they want a relationship (except for spock, spock has Plans, thank you). this will be written at SOME point, it depends if i need another bonus/if it fits the prompt enough.)

Other bonuses i’d consider if i need them, but no stories planned: blindfolds, misuse of the bond, uhura helps them out.

Other vague stories i have that i could rotate until they might fit a prompt: pacific rim au, space forgetties, [number]+1 of mccoy getting kissed awake/the +1 getting kissed to shut him up, spock going through the wringer re: mccoy getting hurt (that was written spones but could easily by mcspirk), empath era katra au, post-empath spock won't stop touching mccoy, katra transfer requires a kiss, this isn’t even all of them, it genuinely is absurd how many tag spirals i’ve written like this lmaoooo /sigh 

#mine

[devirnis]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Words and Fics

94,435 words published to AO3

2 fandoms (9-1-1, Gears of War)

Most recent drop: Don't Listen When I Scream (10.9k, M)

Longest fic: Burning Up (12.9k)

Top Fics by Kudos

Burning Up

Nevermore To Leave Here

here (in your arms)

just a little hush

A Shallow Grave (Where I Can Keep It Safe)

Fandom Events in 2023

Bad Things Happen Bingo

Kinktober 2023

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

I have one more fic to drop before the ending of the year, my Last Holiday AU - Packing Light

for next year, continuing my BTHB card >:3

money laundering restaurant front au (my beloved) - this will probably be my next main focus once the holiday fic is out of the way, since I've got a good chunk of it written

second chapter of let you set the pace

tags and rules under the cut!

Tagged by: @exhuastedpigeon @underwater-ninja-13 @honestlydarkprincess

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

if you wanna @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @princessfbi @disasterbuckdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @sibylsleaves @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @daffi-990 @lemonzestywrites @messyhairdiaz @capseycartwright @colonoscopys @try-set-me-on-fire @housewifebuck @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @jeeyuns @bvckandeddie @malewifediaz @eowon @loserdiaz @shitouttabuck

#tag games #fic writing review 2023

[victoriawaterfield]

victoriawaterfield pinned post just dropped !!! ^^

☆ Annie / Victoria / Clara / Whatev Really !!!

☆ He / Any Pronouns (Esp Neos !!!)

☆ Bisexual Aspec, big fan of my friends !!

☆ Professional Boygirl

☆Undescribed1mage on Ao3 / feel free 2 dm me for my discord (or the rtccord !!!) / victoriawaterfield on tardis.guide

☆ I lost access to my old blog ( @undescribed1mage) & i also run @june-doe-2024 !!!

☆ Doctor Who + Newsies, Ride The Cyclone, & other things sprinkled in but mainly Doctor Who

☆ I usually rb stuff about episodes as I watch them but I am finished with all of nuwho, & slowly working my way through eighth doctor audios & classic who episodes (on the third doctor atm) !!!

☆ professional spam reblogger (also has a degree in hitting post limit)

☆ Doctorjack fan, #1 believer in the theory that Jonathan Groff is playing Jack Harkness <3

☆Annie.txt is my talking tag, my gifs is my gifs tag, my writing is my writing tag (writing tag doesn't have anything on it yet because i haven't written anything since making this blog... whoops), & my queue tag is 'doctor? doctor queue?' !!! My queue is a mile long it is going until May & constantly updated so <3

☆ no dni if I don't like you i will just block you. simple !!!

☆ Askbox is always open !!! Feel free 2 send me doctor who related bthb prompts (card below) maybe that will make me feel more motivated 2 write lols <3 (also hc / question asks are very much appreciated !!! i love talking about my lovelies)

☆RTCCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/3SwJ3bj4

#annie.txt #this is a scheduled post i'm post limited as i make it lmao

[toointojoelmiller]

look for the light: a last of us fic

ch 1 (prologue)

BTHB prompt inspired - "electrical outage" - Jackson loses power, Joel can't find Ellie, and panic ensues (for @bearrycool). This is a prologue - plot action starts next chapter. cross posted to ao3 here ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4

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While they were showing Joel and Ellie around Jackson for the first time that past winter, Tommy had joked to Maria that it was like Ellie was Joel’s shadow. He felt a bit guilty about it, seeing her all those months later when they showed up at the gates again. The headstrong kid who seemed quick to get her claws out wasn’t anywhere to be seen. She been raw around the edges and clearly didn't trust easily back then, but she returned as a different and darker sort of wary, drifting behind Joel like a ghost.

Joel had insisted that Ellie get looked over at the clinic, and she insisted just as firmly that he do the same. Tommy found himself tagging along, and he stared at Ellie on and off as they waited, taking in the worried crease in her forehead that seemed like a permanent part of her expression, and the way her eyes flitted from Joel to the ground and not much in between. She was distant, as if she was separated from the world, watching and listening from behind a pane of glass. Just an echo of the girl he remembered.

Tommy left them to settle in for a day, and then another. By the next morning he told himself that there was no point in delaying the inevitable, so he bit the bullet and invited them over to meet the baby. Joel had looked shell shocked for a few seconds, but he’d agreed.

When the knock at the door came, right on time, Tommy found only Joel waiting on the other side - no scrawny teenager tucked into his side.

“I can’t stay long. Ellie, uh - she’s real tired,” he’s said at once, scratching the back of his neck like he would when he got fidgety. “Sleepin’ a lot. She didn’t feel up to comin’ but I can bring her by another time - uh, if she wants to, I mean.”

“Yeah, alright,” Tommy said, trying to keep his voice sounding light. It was weird to hear his brother talking so much, but when Ellie was the topic of conversation Joel seemed to have a lot to say. He still didn’t really know what to make of this Joel - so different from the man Tommy had known in Boston who would have to turn around and walk away if he was caught off guard seeing a child.

It was Joel’s first time inside of their house, and as Tommy started to show him around he felt a dumb little surge of pride at how Joel was nodding approvingly, taking in the cozy home that Maria and him had worked hard at building. The nodding stopped and the good feeling evaporated when Joel's eyes locked onto the chalkboard memorial above the fireplace, the blood running out of his face, his small smile sliding away instantly.

For a moment they stayed frozen. Tommy was at a loss for words, watching the light from the candles flickering in Joel’s increasingly wet eyes. When his tears spilled over, Joel excused himself to the bathroom and locked the door.

The years after Sarah died had made Tommy an expert in the ways that grief can unravel and collapse time. As Joel’s sobs sank down on him, burrowing into Tommy’s skin, he felt for a few moments like it was twenty years ago all over again – no, twenty one now, somehow. Watching Sarah die was the worst pain Tommy had ever felt, and he knew that he couldn't begin to imagine how much worse it had been - still was - for Joel. But that was different now - Maria was upstairs with the baby, so he could imagine it, and just the thought of what happened to Joel’s baby girl happening to his made him stomach clench, flooding him with the urge to run upstairs, get her in his arms and never let go. 

He put his head in his hands and silently berated himself for not putting the memorial away like he’d wondered briefly if he ought to. It had seemed wrong somehow, and a brief chat with Maria had confirmed the feeling – it would be a disservice to the two pure and forever gone souls that they had agreed together to keep alive every day, even if it could only be in memory. But now, listening to Joel’s muffled crying from behind the closed door – it sounded like he was covering his face with something, and the damp and crumpled hand towel Tommy found on the floor later that night seemed to confirm it – leaving it out for Joel to be confronted with seemed downright cruel.

The stairs creaked as Maria slowly walked halfway down them, the baby asleep in her arms. She shot Tommy a curious and concerned look and tilted her head in the direction of the bathroom door. "Let’s try another night.” she suggested, frowning.

Tommy nodded, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah. This was too fast – shoulda known better. I’ll take him back to his place.”

It had been a while, but Tommy knew how things would play out from here. He wondered how long Joel would shut down for this time. It was a comfort that it would happen somewhere safe, for once – but newly concerning to think of Joel losing himself in a bottle and falling into bed for days on end, now that he had a kid living with him.

Maria gave him a sympathetic smile as she turned to walk back upstairs, but the bathroom door opened at the same time, and Joel came out, red eyed and breathing deeply. Tommy stood quickly, expecting Joel to head straight for the door, but he didn’t. His eyes found Maria on the stairs instead, and he nodded at her before looking at the little bundle in her arms. Tommy felt a flutter of worry in the back of his throat.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said to Joel, and then glanced to Maria, silently urging her to go back upstairs. “We can do this some o-”

Joel’s voice wasn’t gruff like Tommy expected it to be as he interrupted him. “Tommy… they’re not this small for very long,” he said quietly. “Like to meet her now, if that’s alright."

The words dried up in Tommy’s throat. Steady as ever, Maria walked down the rest of the wooden stairs to join them. “This is Charlie,” she said with a small nod and a pointed smile directed at Tommy that was more of a warning than anything else. The message was clear – keep your brother in check.

Tommy held his breath as he waited for Joel’s reaction. He was baffled when a grin showed up on Joel’s face - speechless as Joel asked to hold her, and settled down on the couch with Charlie cradled in his arms. Dumbstruck when Joel glanced towards the chalkboard and said, with a slight tremble in his voice, “Had Sarah on my mind a lot today. Was just a little caught off guard, seein’ her name written out like that is all.” His eyes – soft and sincere and full of gratitude - moved to Tommy, who was feeling as though he had fallen into another dimension. “S’good of y’all – doin' that.”

He looked back at Charlie, leaning his head in closer. “She’s a Miller, yeah? Charlie Miller?”

Tommy cleared his throat, his voice sounding thick with emotion as he nodded and said, “Yeah. Charlotte Miller. Charlie for short.” He swallowed, knowing exactly what Joel was going to say next.

“Does she have a middle name?”

He tried to answer - opened his mouth, took a breath, but the words wouldn’t leave his throat. He looked towards Maria, who somehow always knew what he was thinking and stepped in for him.

“She does,” Maria said in as gentle of a voice as he’d ever heard her direct to Joel. “We thought Charlotte Sarah sounded nice.”

Joel looked at Tommy, grief and sorrow and love flashing across his face, and he bowed his head as he cried again. Tears dripped down onto the soft blanket swaddled around Charlie. Tommy couldn’t help but cry a bit too, wiping his hands across his face and taking deep breaths to try to hold himself together.

“Your daddy was the best Uncle, right from day one.” Joel murmured as he sniffed, looking down at Charlie and leaning his head in closer as he spoke to her softly. “Hell of a lot for me to live up to.”

Joel had manners, so he asked about the birth, and how Maria was feeling, but it seemed like he was half listening, lost here and there as he looked down at the baby girl he was holding. He touched her little dark tufts of hair, held and commented on her tiny fingers when she wiggled an arm free from the swaddle and her hand came poking out from the blanket. When she started to fuss, he automatically cradled her head and shifted her in his arms so she was tucked upright against his chest, smoothing his hand up and down her little back and swaying softly from side to side as he cooed to her - all of the motions and instincts clearly still alive, bubbling to the surface from wherever they were buried. There was still sadness in his eyes, and a heaviness in the air, but it was obvious that Joel had been changed, too, by whatever had happened on the road. A part of him that had been dead for decades was back to life.

He was true to his word and didn’t stay long, keeping one eye on the clock and leaving at what was clearly a pre-determined time. When he left, he was in a hurry - rushing to get back to Ellie, as if half an hour of separation was unbearable.

Tommy laid awake in bed for a long time that night, unable to stop thinking about the sight of Joel with Charlie in his arms. The way he’d been tracing her nose and the soft skin of her face with his fingers. Hearing him say Sarah’s name out loud for the first time in god knows how long.

Jackson felt like holy ground. Charlie was a miracle, and a safe place for her to grow was, too. This was a third - the pieces of his forever broken big brother were somehow glued back together after all these years.

He’d tried to ask shortly after they arrived, and again a few days later, but Joel dismissed Tommy’s questions about what the hell had happened to the two of them after they left for Colorado with a short and firm, “Not now.” As time passed it became clear that ‘not now’ was probably going to mean ‘not ever’.

Even on a night that they wound up piss drunk together on Joel’s porch after the girls were all asleep, Tommy couldn’t get anything out of him beyond a darkly muttered, “She went through hell because of me, and it ain’t my place to tell you about it.” It was a fair point, and really wasn’t his place to pry, so Tommy stopped asking. ‘Winter’ and ‘Colorado’ and ‘Fireflies’ were off limits words when Ellie was around. The few times he slipped up, Joel sure let him know about it.

Maria had originally been of the mindset that it would be best for Ellie and Joel to jump in with both feet, meaning Ellie going to school like all the other kids, and getting a work detail sorted out for Joel as soon as they could. It only took one look at Ellie for her to change her mind - her sallow looking skin and the dark circles under her eyes, how painfully skinny she was - not to mention the unnerving way she would space out sometimes, staring at nothing as Joel rubbed her shoulder and spoke quietly to her until she came out of it. Maria spoke with the council, and her go to words when she talked to Tommy about Ellie changed from 'healthy routine' and 'socialization' to 'coping' and 'stabilizing' and 'easing in slowly'.

Apart from Joel leaving the house briefly on that night he met and held Charlie, he and Ellie were hermits for a while as they first settled in. Tommy dropped off meals for them, and as he’d chat briefly with Joel in the entryway of the house - filling him in on how Charlie was doing and how they were all sleeping, usually - he’d sometimes catch a glimpse of Ellie on the living room couch, tiny under a pile of blankets with the glow from the TV lighting up her pale face, and what looked like every movie, book, and board game in Jackson piled around her. Often there was a pretty over the top assortment of food around her - dinner piled high on one plate on the coffee table, looking untouched, and massive helping of apple crisp on another - a glass of water and a glass of milk both set out where she could reach them easily. It made his heart ache, reminding him of the way Joel always went a little crazy when Sarah would be sick on the living room couch – popsicles weren’t enough, they had be her favourite flavour (the fact that red was Tommy's favourite flavour first did not spare him from Joel's wrath when only red and blue were left in the box), and Tommy would be sent on a daily Blockbuster trip so she would always had something new to watch.

Joel must have been doing the right thing, because the time spent hibernating and spoiling her seemed to do the trick. They showed up in the dining hall together for dinner one day, Ellie still quiet and nervous and close to Joel’s side but no longer looking like she might just disappear. Once daily appearances in town slowly turned into more regular outings, and pieces of the Ellie Tommy remembered from before finally started to peek through the fog.

Over a breakfast of bacon and eggs one day, Tommy bit back a grin as he watched Ellie surreptitiously loosen the top of a squeeze bottle filled with ketchup before passing it to Joel. When it splattered all over his shirt and pants, she laughed so hard she was wheezing. Joel rolled his eyes, grumbling at her and trying to shoot her what was meant to be a withering look, but he couldn’t hide his smirk. He wiped a glob of ketchup off of his shirt with his hand and flung it at Ellie’s face, getting rewarded with a screech that woke Charlie up and earned both of them glares from Maria.

It went both ways, how they healed one another. How each needed the other to breathe. Tommy found himself hoping every night that they would never lose each other, certain that neither could survive it - a miracle, and a sword hanging overhead. 

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cross posted to ao3 here

#the last of us fic #tommy miller #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou fic #fan fiction