weepy_boy
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A collection of poetry I’ve written over the past couple years. Most are fairly short. Will continue to be updated as I write more that I am willing to share.
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Nowhere I’d Rather Be by weepy_boy
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
21 Sep 2024
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Padme comforts Anakin after a rough nightmare.
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Obi-Wan discovers something his padawan has been hiding from him after a routine check up.
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It Slipped My Mind by weepy_boy
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
13 Sep 2024
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Distracted in the midst of a war, Anakin forgets to take his hormones.
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Slave Chips in Bloody Sand by weepy_boy
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
10 Sep 2024
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Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like explosions.
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There’s a near constant itch in his fingertips, a desperation clawing at his skin to get a hold of the pills and to finally make it stop. To put an end to the voices in his head, the ones screaming at him every time he so much as breathes.
For the first time in his life, Buck finally felt like he’d come to terms with who he was as a person. He was a baker, an uncle, and on his way to becoming a frequent knitter. He was happy.
But he’s lost all of it, and he no longer recognizes the person he sees in the mirror.
Buck hates the new version of himself.
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OR Buck struggles during his withdrawal.
A 9x15 Coda from when Buck leaves the table.
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02 Apr 2026
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“Chim, what is going on?” Maddie asked.
“It’s Buck,” he said.
“Is he injured?” An ache settled in her chest. After the accident—and New Mexico—another injury would be cruel. Not that the universe had ever been gentle with Buck.
“No—” Chim began, though he didn’t sound convinced. “Yes, maybe…”
“Is he in some kind of trouble?”
“That’s probably a better way to describe it.”
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Missing scenes from 9x15: Pick Your Poison. Maddie, Eddie, and Hen find out about Buck.
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01 Apr 2026
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“So what was different this time?” Eddie asks.
“Bobby. I think he knew. I think he saw it in me. The addiction.”
“To pills?” Eddie asks, a note of confusion in his voice.
Buck shakes his head. “No, it was never – until this it was never pills. I’m not really addicted to the pills. I was dependent on them, I get that. But it’s not – the pills were just the latest solution to a problem I’ve had as long as I can remember. I have this – itch, I guess. A missing piece inside my head, a craving for something that I can’t identify. I don’t know what it is, I’ve never known what it is. But it washes over me and I open and close the fridge a dozen times trying to see if what I want is something edible, I try hobbies, I try talking to people, I try working out and eating and nothing ever really makes me feel satisfied. And sometimes that’s fine, sometimes the craving isn’t as consuming, but when it is I’m… I’ve tried everything. And whenever something works even a little I abuse that until it gets so bad I have to stop or it’ll ruin everything.”
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Or; Buck opens up to Eddie.
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30 Mar 2026
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"You’re late,” Chris says, pulling the door closed behind him.
“Sorry, bud,” Eddie mumbles.
He feels Christopher’s head snap toward him. God, that boy has always been too observant for his own good.
“What is it?” he says immediately and Eddie can recognise the panic in his son’s voice. The apple really doesn’t fall very far.
Eddie hesitates. He messes around with his seatbelt, pulling it away from him and letting it snap back against his chest.
-------Eddie tells Christopher what's been going on with Buck.
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29 Mar 2026
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Buck laughed, but his heart ticked with familiar, ridiculous nerves as Eddie tapped the folder against his palm. When Eddie looked that delighted to share something, it was usually about Chris. And when it was about Chris, it was usually about Eddie by extension—some beautifully earnest essay about bravery or soldiers, or an art project where ‘Dad’ had been rendered with heroic proportions and Buck as the guy in the corner with a goofy smile.
It was fine. It was more than fine. Buck had worked his way from the periphery of this picture, frame by frame, until he stood inside it; he could be the guy in the corner, smiling. He could be the second mention. He could be extra.
Still, the old echo stirred: not necessary. Replaceable.
Or, Chris writes an essay in class about his hero. It isn't who Buck expects.
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25 Feb 2026