Fuck it Friday/ Inspiration Saturday ✨
Thank you to everyone who’s been tagging me in this past week, I love seeing your works 🥹 I’ve once again been freakishly busy and haven’t had much time to write. I’m still not doing too great mentally but I’m working through it ™️
Today I had some writing beans for the asthma fic and wanted to share some 💕
Prev snippet here
Buck topples over, his knees and hands hitting the uneven ground, gravel boring into his skin. He digs his nails into the dirt, small pieces making their way under his nails and then he feels a hand on his shoulder. But he doesn’t recognize it.
He lifts his head slightly and shakes it a little because right in front of him… is himself.
He really must be out of it now.
But he’s no older than eight with chapped lips and ruffled hair, gasping for breath like he is right now. A look of panic and pain is written all over his face as he glances to the side, almost if he’s trying to warn him. Buck blinks twice only to see his mirror image pressing a finger against his lips, telling him to stay calm, to stay quiet.
The weight of a child’s hand disappears and is replaced with a much firmer touch, almost gripping onto his shoulder. Fear fills his body instantly and he pulls away, almost losing his balance as he scurries backwards, ahead from the touch. He’s going to get hurt. He did a bad thing. He wasn’t being a good son. He was drawing attention to himself in all the wrong ways. He shouldn’t do that.
“Don’t, please, I’m sorry. I-… I’ll be quiet. Don’t touch me-… Don’t touch me” He scrambles to find his words and to run away. At this moment, he remembers everything.
Every harsh word his father has ever said. Every time that he did something that he shouldn’t. Every time that he couldn’t breathe and his father gripped his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to quiet down. He remembers the pain of his fathers fingers digging into the back of his neck, holding him in place and telling him how much of a disappointment he was. He remembers sitting in the corner of his room, hiding underneath his desk while struggling to breathe. He remembers Maddie’s soothing voice and touch, her warm fingers combing through his hair. He remembers how much he was crying.
And he remembers the instant relief washing over his body as Maddie quietly brought him his inhaler, urging him to use it. And he remembers refusing it, feeling like he deserved the aching in his bones.
“Buck, hey, it’s me” Eddie attempts a different approach, kneeling down in front of Buck without touching him. “It’ll be okay, baby. It’ll be okay. I’m going to take your hand and put it on my chest, so you can feel my heart, okay?” He says but doesn’t get an answer.
He hadn’t expected one but he had hoped for one.
(…)
When he slowly reaches out for Buck, the panic in his eyes doesn’t seem to settle and Buck presses himself further back against the truck, weakly holding up his hands as if to shield himself. “I was bad, I know I was bad. I-… I’m sorry. I’ll be better, I’m sorry” Every word that comes out of Buck’s mouth is followed by a forced breath, an almost inaudible crackle resounding in his chest.
Warm tears are streaming down Buck’s face and gasping breaths mix with sniffing as he tries to compose himself, to apparently be good. He presses his eyes closed and shakes his head aggressively, weak hands holding onto the side of his shirt. It seems to only further restrict his breathing but he does it so that he can be quiet again. He needs to be quiet and he needs to be calm and he needs to be good.
Maybe it would be easier if he just stopped breathing altogether.
Tagged by @tizniz @disasterbuckdiaz @diazsdimples @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @watchyourbuck 🤭
Tagging!! @giddyupbuck @puppyboybuckley @jesuisici33 @honestlydarkprincess @thewolvesof1998 @butraura @loserdiaz @maygrantgf @elvensorceress @underwater-ninja-13 @loveyourownsmiilee @fiona-fififi @monsterrae1 @steadfastsaturnsrings @extasiswings @spagheddiediaz @nmcggg @buckbuckgoose @evanbegins @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @athenagranted 🦋🩵
45 notes
·
View notes
hello all -
I wanted to, first, thank everyone who has read my works! I've seen some new blogs appear and consume multiple pieces of mine and it's made me smile knowing you are having fun. For my new followers, hello - I'm so happy to have you here!
second, I will be less active in the coming weeks. I don't know how often I'll be able to post new works but I will do my best when time allows. August has always been challenging for me with the amount of family gatherings I have, September will be a little less busy but I have some traveling to do, and October will be a scramble to prepare for the wedding.
also, I'm working on something that's taking all my creative energy which I hope to one day share with you all!
I check my Tumblr several times a week to make sure I'm answering the asks that come through - so feel free to stop by :)
hazel
97 notes
·
View notes
will: so, do you love her?
horace: no, she’s just stunning, brilliant, terrifyingly beautiful, holds her own, calls me out, just my very equal in every way.
will:
horace:
horace: wait a minute.
137 notes
·
View notes
GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!!! :D!!! HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!
A LITTLE UPDATE FOR ALL OF YOU! The burn on my hand is healing NICELY!! WE ARE SO BACK GUYS!! [kinda]
Im doing a lot better than i was last night in regards to comfort. Thank all of you for understanding and boosting my lil message :]
i fully intend on drawing responses and requests when i get home!
have a LOVELY DAY EVERYONE!!
29 notes
·
View notes
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Darby Allin/Jungle Boy | Jack Perry, Skye Blue/Julia Hart
Characters: Julia Hart, Darby Allin, Jungle Boy | Jack Perry, Skye Blue
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Horror, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Blood and Violence, The Author Regrets Nothing, Slow Burn, can you believe this is a wrestling fanfic
Summary:
Sometimes, when you end up on the wrong side of the coin toss, luck comes to you in the form of gnashing teeth and shadowy half-dead souls. Maybe it will spell your doom. Maybe it will spell your salvation. Maybe it takes a little while to figure out which.
And maybe, just maybe, it will end up being a little bit of both.
15 notes
·
View notes