#bex.wip

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seven(ish) sentence sunday

tagged by my beloved @capseycartwright who requested some bucktommy so! here's some established bucktommy <333

Mornings are Buck's favourite thing these days. He rouses slowly, a warm, solid palm brushing up and down his bare back as he comes back into himself. He sighs softly to himself, turning over as he opens his eyes and finds Tommy smiling down at him, a crooked thing that still sets butterflies free in Buck's stomach. The instant he sees Buck's eyes open, he leans down for a soft kiss, gripping his chin between his thumb and index finger and pressing him slightly into the mattress and it's just so good, is the thing. Buck didn't think it could ever be like this — this simple, free affection without the promise of something else at the end of it. His toes curl as he sighs quietly into Tommy's mouth, and he realises he'd be perfectly content to never move again. He has everything he needs right here — a soft bed, a bottle of water in arm's reach and a man who loves him. And right now, in his embrace, that's more than enough.

tagging uhhh @bucktommys @buckstommy @lesbiandiaz @canonbibuck @queerbuck @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @swiftietartt and anyone else who has something to contribute!!

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last line tag

hiiiiii besties!! i was tagged by @novaschips and @666thtoolofhell to do this!! here’s a bit of a kingdon fic i’m working on rn!!

He’d dreaded that first day back at work for so many reasons, but the instant he walked in, a smile spread across her face, and it was like watching sunlight break through the clouds after a storm, and he just knew that he was going to be okay.

i’m sure everyone’s done this by now, but just incase not - pressure free tagging!! @2x01diaz @thatbuddie @honestlydarkprincess

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several sentence sunday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess and @eddiebabygirldiaz mwah!! thank u besties. alrighty. SO. idk if you all saw the post thag @buckstommy made earlier on about bucktommy aus WELL i happen to have been gifted one to write this is either going to be my magnum opus or the worst thing i ever write. WHO KNOWS! anyways. enjoy this:

“Fuck you.” Buck chokes, shaking his head. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Evan?” Tommy breathes, wide eyed and beautiful and Buck fucking hates him. “What do you —“

“I fucking love you, Tommy!” Buck spits like it’s been punched right out of his chest. He deflates a little, rubbing at his sternum as his eyes drop to Tommy’s battered old converse. Buck loves them because the red makes Tommy’s eyes impossibly bluer, and he hates them because Tommy’s so beautiful it’s blinding, sometimes.

Tommy’s shell-shocked, staring at Buck, mouth agape. “Baby,” he breathes, moving to take a step towards Buck, only stopping when Buck takes a step back. “Evan,” he tries, his voice catching on something desperate. “I lo—“

“Don’t.” Buck’s voice is sharp, and Tommy flinches where it visibly cuts into him. He laughs then, a cold, empty sound that sounds like it comes from somewhere other than him. “You know, Tommy, I had you pegged as many things. I never thought you were so fucking cruel.”

it’s late and i’m not sure who’s done this already lemme tag uhhh @buckstommy @bucktommys @capseycartwright @gayhoediaz @lesbiankinard @bigfootsmom @swiftietartt @wh0re-behavi0r and anyone else who has something to share 💞‼️

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fuck it friday!

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess and @bigfootsmom mwah!! here's some bucktommy (as is the way of the world):

Buttons pop and scatter across the floor as Buck's shirt is torn open, Tommy's eyes dark and stormy like the night they first met all over again. "God, you're perfect." Tommy sighs, his fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of Buck's neck as he drags him back in for another searing kiss. It's almost frightening, being wanted this much. Tommy looks at him like he's hung the stars in the sky most days, and if it were anyone else, Buck'd be terrified. He's never scared with Tommy, though. A shiver ricochets down Buck's spine at the first slide of Tommy's tongue over his, his dick beginning to harden in his pants as a moan escapes the back of his throat. Tommy's answering chuckle is deep and gravelly and it feels like Buck got struck by lightning all over again, little zaps of electricity making his hair stand on end. "Don't worry, baby." Tommy murmurs as he pulls back, tugging gently at Buck's bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes darkening impossibly as Buck's jaw automatically drops, his teeth scraping along Tommy's thumb. "I always take care of you, don't I?"

i'm not sure who's done this yet so! @buckstommy @bucktommys @lesbiandiaz @gayhoediaz @queerbuckleys @911onabc @canonbibuck @capseycartwright

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teaser tidbit tuesday

tagged by the beloveds @honestlydarkprincess and @goforkinard thank u!! so i started two different fics today (the demons got me), so here’s a snippet of one:

Buck’s hypnotized as he watches Tommy’s back rise and fall slowly, the early morning sunlight streaking through the window and casting a golden glow across his skin. Buck takes the time to memorize every freckle, every scar, every single inch of his skin he can see. He finds himself struck by the urge to hold on, and to never let go.

It’s too early to say what he’s thinking yet, the word dancing on the edge of his tongue threatening to spill out at any given moment. But seeing Tommy here, tangled up in his bedsheets, soft where he’s usually sharp and hair splayed across Buck’s pillow?

It’s no real surprise Buck’s falling in love with the guy.

not entirely sure who’s done this and who hasn’t but let me tag @buckstommy @bucktommys @canonbibuck @911onabc @bigfootsmom

@queerbuckleys and anyone else who’d like to participate!!

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i need you to know the absolutely SCREAM i let out when i saw your new wip i need 100k on my desk by next week stat 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕👸🏼👸🏼👸🏼👸🏼👸🏼

PAHAHHAHAHAHA well good news for you is that it's shaping up to be a long one!! bad news is that you won't be getting it next week </3 hopefully soon though!!

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royjamie fic taglist

omg hi <333

so...32.2k later, the s1 arc of the royjamie fic is complete! i still need to write the s2 arc, but i don't think that'll be anywhere near as long as this one, so i thought it'd be a good time to start compiling a taglist for the fic!

interact with this post if you want to be tagged when i post my royjamie wip!

if you're not sure what fic i'm referring to, you can find various snippets here & here! (#bex.wip and #royjamie wip just incase the links aren't working!)

i'm so excited to share this fic with you all!

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fuck it inspiration saturday

tagged in various things the past couple of days by @honestlydarkprincess @butchdiaz @alyxmastershipper @swiftietartt mwah thank u my loves!! i've clobbered together a moodboard for The Fic, along with an official title reveal (eek idk why this feels so momentous) and another snippet!! without further ado...here's my baby. (also another reminder u can add yourself to the taglist here!!)

He pauses briefly, something inside his chest bristling at the memory of one of his most vulnerable moments. “Wait, so your way of alleviating my embarrassment is to tell me how many millions of people have seen me look like a knob?” Keeley laughs again, and the beast which had raised its head ever so briefly quietens, laying itself to rest. “Good point.” She admits, allowing them to lapse into silence ever so briefly. It lulls Roy into a false sense of security before she speaks again. “I just want to go on record saying that I think you’d be an amazing pundit.” Something inside Roy just snaps, the thought of being that close to football again being almost nauseating. “I don’t want to be a fucking football pundit, sat on fucking telly in a dumb fucking suit like a know-it-all twat. It’s a shit job for shit people! I’d rather shit out of my own fucking mouth than do that fucking shit!” His chest is heaving and his fingers are trembling and he half thinks that he might’ve finally done it - he might’ve finally scared Keeley off for good. He’s honestly surprised she hasn’t run for the hills long before now. Friendships - genuine ones, at least - don’t tend to come that easily to him. He wouldn’t blame her if she did decide it was too much, if she decided he wasn’t worth sticking around for, even if something in his stomach twists something rotten at the very thought. He should’ve never underestimated Keeley fucking Jones.

no pressure tagging uhhh @diazass @911onabc @barbiediaz @useramor @henswilsons @thatbuddie and anyone else with anything to share!!

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wip wednesday

i was tagged by @honestlydarkprincess and @gayhoediaz and @oliverstaark thank u my loves!! jess, this one is for u beloved, as promised. MWAH!! here's some more royjamie, and it's heating up fellas!

A growl escapes his lips, Jamie pulling back as Roy manages to tug him forwards, their noses brushing in an act that’s oddly intimate. “You’re a pain in the arse, you know that?” Jamie’s still smirking, and Roy wants to wipe it off of his fucking face. “And yet, here we are.” He practically simpers, and Roy’s had enough. His knee hurts and he’s half hard and if something doesn’t happen in the next ten minutes he thinks he might explode. He pulls Jamie forward into a bruising kiss, gripping at the back of his skull as he swallows Jamie’s moan, his tongue sweeping into his mouth as he stakes his claim. He lets it go on just long enough that he has Jamie right where he wants him, balancing right in the palm of his hand before he’s pulling back, smiling victoriously at the dazed look on Jamie’s face as he’s rounding his car to the driver’s side. “Get in.” “What?” Jamie blinks, still seemingly in a world of his own. “Get in the fucking car, Jamie. We’re leaving.” Jamie stands perfectly still for a couple of seconds before his brain seems to kick into gear, climbing into Roy’s car with an almost impressive speed that has him chuckling breathlessly, shaking his head as he gets into the car. Jamie’s already belted up as he closes the door, turning the key in the ignition.

i'll tag uhhh @barbiediaz @useramor @henswilsons @thatbuddie @alyxmastershipper @911onabc @swiftietartt and anyone else who has anything to share!!

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fuck it friday

tagged by @alyxmastershipper !! thank u lovely!! here's a long snippet of roykeeley bestieism from my royjamie fic, pls enjoy <333

“Scared? Jamie Tartt? Of what?” Roy can’t quite mask the disbelief in his voice. “I don’t think that fucker’s scared of anything.” Sighing quietly, Keeley twists her lips slightly. “You know, I was the one that asked him out. And when I did, he laughed.” “He what?” “Yeah, he thought it was a joke apparently. When he realised it wasn’t, I honestly thought he was about to pass out.” She laughs quietly, the memory clearly a good one. “He told me he was scared of what getting serious meant, and that he wasn’t entirely sure he knew how to be a good boyfriend, told me he hadn’t really had many positive male role models growing up. My point is, if Jamie feels the same way for you that you do for him, he’s probably fucking terrified. Not that I’m justifying him flat out fucking ignoring you, that’s a dick move, but he probably needs some space to get his head around it all.” She waves her hand in the air, grinning a little at him. “Love’s a fucking scary thing, Roy-o.” “Don’t I fucking know it?” he grumbles, shifting a little in his seat. “I get it, that’s the worst thing. ‘Cos I’m fucking scared too.” “You are?” “Terrified.” He admits, smiling wryly at her. “The little bastard’s somehow wormed his way right into my heart, and I don’t think I’m going to be getting rid of him anytime soon. And we’re both fucking footballers at the end of the day, it’s not exactly a done thing, is it? If— if this ever became a thing, it would carry a hell of a lot of risk for the pair of us. Jamie’s young, he still has pretty much his whole career ahead of him. Me? I’ve got a year or two left on the pitch at best. I’ve not really got anything to lose, but he has.”

lemme tag @useramor @henswilsons @swiftietartt @honestlydarkprincess @jamietarts @barbiediaz @911onabc and anyone else who has anything to share!!

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seven several sentence sunday

i was tagged by @alyxmastershipper and @honestlydarkprincess thank you besties!! i'm still chipping away at my royjamie fic (we broke 5.5k today!! the crowd cheers!!) and we're getting to the Good stuff now. please enjoy...whatever this is

Roy huffs out a frustrated breath, scrubbing at his forehead. “Isn’t there something, anything we can fucking do to keep him? Anything at all?” “Ted’s up there talking to Rebecca right now, but why are you so upset about this? You guys are at eachother’s throats constantly, I thought you’d actually enjoy a bit of peace.” The words make Roy pause, a million and one things racing through his mind at once. Because that’s the thing: what is he even meant to say? No one knew the complexities of his relationship with Jamie, and from an outside perspective it probably does look like they hate eachother. But, Roy thinks, that hasn’t been the nature of their relationship for a long time - at least not to him. He has the sudden, inexplicable urge to tell everyone that’ll listen that he never hated Jamie, not really. That Jamie just knew which buttons to push, and Roy was quick to anger, and that underneath the bravado and the confidence and the arrogance is a wonderful, considerate, charming person. One that knows how Roy takes his coffee and laughs with his whole body and sends him to dizzying heights he never quite thought he’d reach. But he can’t say any of that, because then there’ll be questions that Roy doesn’t quite have the answer to yet, and Jamie isn’t here to save him, and Beard just won’t stop fucking looking at him— “He’s our star fucking striker, and I’m the team captain.” Roy grits out through clenched teeth, trying not to explode. “A heads up before the rest of the team would’ve been nice.” Beard sighs, raising a brow. “I only found out about it when I got here this morning. It’s done, Roy. We just need to move on.” Roy feels like screaming.

let me tag uhh @useramor @henswilsons @thatbuddie @capseycartwright @wh0re-behavi0r @gayhoediaz @swiftietartt and anyone else who has fic to share!!

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writing poll game!!

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIP's and then whichever one wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets.

tagged by @useramor !! i tried to balance 911 fics and ted lasso so…

tagging uh @swiftietartt @honestlydarkprincess @alyxmastershipper @barbiediaz @henswilsons @thatbuddie and anyone else who wants to take part!

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fuck it friday

i was tagged by @alyxmastershipper !! thank u bestie!! here's some more royjamie for u all. i'm gonna warn u now this is pretty much straight up filth so.

Jamie kisses with the same sort of passion that he exudes on the pitch, which is a very pleasant surprise to Roy. He gives just as good as he gets, knowing just the way to flick his tongue and when to add suction to drive Roy mad. Roy gets a hand back into Jamie’s hair, tugging just a little to listen to the way he mewls again, the sound zapping the last of Roy’s sanity. The instant he pulls back, Jamie tries to follow again, begging and pleading. “Roy, please—” “Hm? Please what?” Roy teases, mouthing at Jamie's neck, feeling the tendons jump under his lips. “Fuckin’- are you gonna do something?” Roy scoffs cooly, pulling back to raise a brow teasingly. “Why should I?” Jamie tries his best to look offended, but it comes out pouty, and the expression sinks into Roy, doing something to him that he doesn’t want to examine too closely. “You’re taking the piss, surely?” “Aww, poor little Jamie.” Roy teases, pressing his thumb against the mark he left on Jamie’s pulse point to feel the way he shudders. “All that turn you on, did it?” Jamie squirms a bit, a flush beginning to creep up his bare chest under his suit jacket. “Well, yeah. Obviously.” “Hmm.” Roy hums, his finger beginning to trace down the bare chest, stopping at the button of Jamie’s jacket. He raises his brow at Jamie in a silent question, knowing that once they cross that line there’s no coming back. Jamie sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding as Roy pops the button, exposing his chest. His nipples harden almost instantly, and Roy has an instinctual urge to get his mouth on them. His eyes follow the plane of Jamie’s toned chest down and down and down, landing on the bulge of his pants.

i'll tag uhhhh @useramor @henswilsons @thatbuddie @capseycartwright @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @gayhoediaz @wh0re-behavi0r and anyone else who has anything to share!!

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fuck it friday!!

tagged by the besties @honestlydarkprincess and @butchdiaz and @cowboydiazes !! thank u my loves mwah!! here's some more royjamie goodness for u all (goodness in a loose sense), and just a reminder u can add urself to the taglist for when its posted here!!

Roy’s eyes slip shut then, an ache in his chest as all of the emotion of the last few weeks comes tumbling back. All the hurt, all the longing, but all of the love too. Because that’s what it really all boils down to at the end of the day, doesn’t it? Roy loves Jamie, and Roy thinks Jamie loves him too, but then he fucking left and now it feels a lot like they missed their chance. He mulls over what Keeley said to him a few days prior, about how distance shouldn’t be a factor, except it is. If Roy’d been a little bit braver a little bit earlier, he thinks that maybe. Maybe it could’ve worked. But he wasn’t, and it can’t, and he can’t quite get over the way this conversation feels like a goodbye. One that he never got. “Thank you. I forgive you.” He whispers hoarsely, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. “And Jamie? For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too.” He hopes Jamie can hear the hidden meaning in his words. I’m sorry I wasn’t braver. I’m sorry I didn’t hold onto you a little tighter. I’m sorry we missed our chance. I’m sorry that I love you, and you’ll never know about it. The line is silent, and then Roy hears Jamie let out a shaky exhale just before the call disconnects. He throws the phone down next to him, his thoughts racing at a million miles an hour. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. The only thing he can bring himself to do is close his eyes and let the tears fall, allowing himself to sink back into the pain deep behind his sternum.

lemme tag @swiftietartt @diazass @barbiediaz @useramor @911onabc @alyxmastershipper @henswilsons and anyone else with anything to share!!

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wip wednesday

tagged by my absolute beloved @honestlydarkprincess mwah kisses!! here's some more royjamie goodness for you all. we're a michelle stan account here.

Realisation dawns on Michelle’s face as she gets a hand on his calf, squeezing gently to ground him. “It stopped being casual for you, didn’t it?” Tears prick at Roy’s eyes as he sniffs a little, avoiding eye contact and choosing to look down at his hands instead. “I was gonna fucking tell him, the night before he left. But I woke up, and he was gone, and then I found out he’d gone back to Manchester, and I realised I fuckin’ love him but he was fuckin’ gone and he won’t pick up the fuckin’ phone when I call, and I honestly don’t know what the fuck to do, Mich. I really don’t.” Michelle has a furrow between her brows as she squeezes his calf once before stepping back. “Get down.” Roy just blinks at her. “What?” “I need to give you a proper bloody cuddle, and you look like you need it, and I love you Roy, but am I hell climbing up there.” “Yeah, fair enough.” Roy snorts wetly, hopping down from the wall. Michelle wastes absolutely no time in gathering him up in her arms, and he can’t get over how utterly safe he feels. She tucks him in properly, tucking his head against her shoulder and carding a gentle hand through his hair in a manner that seems so utterly loving, it takes everything in him not to lose it.

lemme tag uh @swiftietartt @jamietarts @wh0re-behavi0r @barbiediaz @gayhoediaz @alyxmastershipper and anyone else who has anything they feel like sharing

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fuck it friday

i was tagged by @barbiediaz and @911onabc mwah thanks guys!! thanks to the insane response on chapter one of we jump back in bed, i thought i'd give you a little bit of some of the fluff coming in chapter two!!:

Out of all the many, many days in Roy's life so far, this has to rank somewhere among the best. Stepping out of the tunnel onto the pitch again felt like a homecoming, one he didn't think he'd get to experience. He felt pieces of himself sliding back into place, old Roy meshing with new as he stepped into a new chapter of his story. It's only been around six months since he was last there, and nothing's different and yet everything is. Roy feels a little braver, a little sturdier in his own shoes, a little more like a complete, cohesive human. Of course, there's also the Jamie of it all. Standing on the sidelines for the game, it was impossible not to notice Jamie. His hair's longer than it used to be and he still carries himself with the same confidence he always did, but it's not quite as arrogant as it used to be. He's sure of himself, but it doesn't quite fall into the same sort of area it used to. He makes the passes to his teammates now and Roy's breath caught in his throat watching him work so seamlessly, so effortlessly with the rest of the team. Dani scored a goal and Jamie leapt on his back in celebration, grinning and laughing, tipping his head back like a little kid who's just found out he's getting ice cream after dinner, and Roy— Roy doesn't think he could love him any more if he tried.

it's almost not friday anymore but uh let me tag @useramor @alyxmastershipper @henswilsons @swiftietartt @diazass @honestlydarkprincess and anyone else with anything to share!!