#clumsy wip

[disasterbuck]

Hi Luna!! Choosing was so tough! How about...

🤖 💻 👈 🤪

Happy writing!

thank you so much! 🥰 (& sorry for the delay!) I didn't end up writing any more for eddie's online friend... it simply did not spark joy 😔 BUT I'm now REALLY CLOSE to finishing 'who's got a crush' and 'touches'!!!!!!! 🥳🥳 and once again I cannot be constrained by word limits

🤖 - who's got a crush

"Did Chris put you up to this?" Eddie asked cautiously, glancing at his son.

"In a way," Buck admitted. "But not… I mean… I want this. Chris just encouraged me to tell the truth, that's all."

The truth. That Buck liked him and wanted to go on a date with him.

"Wow," Eddie breathed.

"Good wow?" Buck asked.

And suddenly Eddie realised just how nervous he looked, like he really had no idea what Eddie was going to say in reply. Which was ridiculous, because of course Eddie liked him as well and wanted to go on a date with him! Eddie was terrible at hiding his feelings!

He'd honestly assumed that Buck already knew.

"Yes," Eddie said, feeling his lips curving into a smile. "Buck, I would love to go on a date with you."

"I told you!" Chris crooned smugly. "I told you he liked you too!"

👈 - touches

This is a really short ficlet I'm working on that's an odd writing style.

The next escalation comes one evening as they're curled up on Eddie's couch together. They're sitting in silence, just the two of them because Christopher's already in bed, and Buck's gently running his fingers through Eddie's hair when Eddie tips his head back and their eyes meet.

They have no need for words. They understand each other better than they understand themselves.

🤪 - clumsy

Thankfully Work Mode took over his brain once they arrived at the scene, carrying him through and enabling him to ignore all the times that Eddie looked particularly stunning: like when he stepped out of the truck, beautiful brown eyes blinking against the sunlight; or when he got that studious look on his face as he set to work; or when he pried loose a car door to save someone without breaking a sweat; and then once they were all done and he took his helmet off and ran a slow hand through his sweaty hair.

Buck ignored them, but he wasn't blind.

+ bonus scene from my notes

Eddie asks Buck a question and Buck replies with: "yeah you look amazing"

They stare at each other while Buck internally screams and swears at himself for being such an idiot! He quickly says, "Sorry! I mean, uh, yes I'm done with [appliance]."

Eddie smiles and says, "Thanks, Buck!" and pats him on the shoulder before walking off.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

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[i-collect-shiny-stuff]

37, unsorted

[thesongistheriver]

The blond bloke in the suit swallowed heavily. “I’m looking for a Mr. Gaius White.”

Merlin’s mouth twisted. “That was my great-uncle, but he passed away. I’m the shop proprietor now.” He straightened to his full height and held out his hand. “Mer—”

Blond Bloke cut him off. “I’ll need some proof of that.”

Face scrunching up in distaste, Merlin snapped, “Why? Who the hell are you, anyway?”

Reaching into his breast pocket, Blond Bloke pulled out a business card. “My firm—er, my father’s firm—handled all the business legalities for Dragon Egg Books. My father has sent me to this ridiculous backwater to ensure our association continues.”

“It’s basically a suburb, not the bloody hinterlands, you posh tosser,” Merlin muttered, looking at the card.

The bookstore Merthur AU has begun!

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I always forget how much I love drawing fluffy hair until I'm actually drawing fluffy hair.

And line-art for my very-much-alive-and-well Cora-san, who has grown out his hair and now has a feather boa instead of a cowl, is essentially finished.

Which means I'll probably edit ten thousand more times amid the whole rendering process but anyway

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

When I find myself in times of trouble, South Park comes to me, speaking words of wisdom,

Whump the boys.

[alectoperdita]

Do I have a dozen things, including fic requests, to finish? Yes. But I only seem to want to start self-indulgent things that I may or may not even finish myself.

Anyway, inspired by those photos, here's Seto and Katsuya after six months of dating in the Old Friends universe.

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As soon as the elevator's doors shut, Seto's phone dinged with a message. He checked it, hoping against hope it was a cancellation of tonight's dinner plans.

No such luck for him. It was a message confirming the other party might even be early.

Movement on the edge of his vision distracted him before he could reply. He peered sideways at the elevator's other occupant, at Katsuya, his boyfriend now of six months. Katsuya also had his phone in hand, held aloft, and flipping the bird with the other as he snapped several selfies.

Seto stopped to watch him pose and make faces at his camera. It still boggled him sometimes: how long they'd lasted, how seamless the transition had been, how well they clicked.

In the mirror-finish of the elevator doors, their reflections stood side-by-side but they might as well be from two different worlds. Seto's navy-pattern suit was neat and pressed, a folded pocket square peeking out of his breast pocket, and shoes shined to a gleam. Every detail of his appearance managed and controlled down to the stitch. Katsuya, on the other hand, looked as if he recently rolled out of bed—Seto's bed—despite having taken as long as Seto to get ready.

Seto took his time giving his boyfriend the once-over, as was his prerogative, his eyes tracing the slopes of Katsuya's chest and midriff visible through his torn, sleeveless mesh top. The stretch of black, barely there fabric was broken up by bands of silver, heavy chains stringed around his neck, biceps, and wrists. His pants hung low on his waist, exposing his underwear's waistband, and boasted more straps than belt buckles Seto used to wear in his youth. The artfully tousled hair resembled his bed head after they had one or two invigorating rounds of sex, and his heavy eyeliner reminded Seto of when they first ran into each other on a fateful New Years Eve.

Their eyes locked through their reflections, and Katsuya pursed his lips to blow him a kiss.

He'd been caught staring. Ears now warmed, Seto tore his gaze away and typed a hasty reply to his dinner meeting.

As soon as he slipped the phone into his pocket, though, Katsuya immediately invaded his personal space. His chin rested on Seto's shoulder as his burly arms slung around his waist. Seto's eyes darted back to their reflections again. They were undeniably fetching tangled together, something that pleased Seto to no end.

"I'm not just for looking. You can touch," Katsuya mumbled against his heated ear.

"In that case, we're going right back upstairs," Seto grumbled.

Katsuya chuckled. "Down, boy. You're the one who worried about being late and rushing out the door."

As they said, business before pleasure. Pity.

Sooner than Seto preferred, they hit the ground floor. Katsuya dropped his arms, leaving Seto somewhat chilled and bereft despite wearing a suit in June, and swaggered off the elevator. Together, they crossed the atrium, where the black granite interior threatened to swallow Katsuya if not for the bright glimmer of his blond hair.

"You sure I can't convince you to come with me?" Seto asked. It was not the first time he'd even asked him. If it got Katsuya to change his mind, he wouldn't mind asking several times more.

"Hmmm. Depends. Where are you going?"

"Buddha-Bar."

Katsuya burst into laughter. It was music resonating within the high-ceiling lobby. "Tools go to Buddha-Bar."

He winced.

"Sorry, babe." Katsuya flashed an apologetic smile. In the middle of the lobby, he paused and spun to face him before gesturing to himself. "Plus, I doubt this meets their dress code."

Seto also came to a stop, taking the obvious invitation to ogle his scantily-clad boyfriend more. He couldn't even be mad at Katsuya, because the man was right on both accounts. The restaurant often attracted a crowd more concerned with appearing more cosmopolitan than they actually were, plus it'd would never seat Katsuya when he showed that much skin. Pity because he'd pay to sick Katsuya on tonight's dining party of financiers, all of whom certainly qualified as "tools" in Seto's book.

"They would if I bought them out," he said, blasé even as he stared a little too intensely at Katsuya's sculpted pecs.

Years ago, such an off-the-cuff comment would've pissed Katsuya off. But they were older now, close enough for him to recognize Seto's jokes even if he didn't always appreciate them.

Instead, Katsuya rolled his eyes and twirled around. Seto would've been annoyed if his broad back wasn't as delectable as his torso. Tonight, his boyfriend was eye candy from head to toe, front to back. Merely one of many reasons for Seto to trail behind him toward the exit.

"Hey, look at it this way. At least you don't have to go far, and it'll be an easy walk back once it's over."

Boots clomping, he shouldered past the glass door and onto the sidewalk. Dusk had not yet settled over the city, but the sun dipping behind the high-rises limned the urban landscape in light purple and orange. It was quiet, "quiet" for New York, the calm before the storm of bustling nightlife that descended on the neighborhood after dark.

They took a second to drink it in, then they were off again.

Seto lengthened his stride until he fell into place next to his boyfriend. In his opinion, any walk was vastly improved with Katsuya at his side. Katsuya gave him a sidelong glance before reaching across the small gap to intertwine their fingers. Seto squeezed his hand in return, finding solace in its warmth and weight. They drew glances as they approached the intersection, seemingly mismatched in their style of dress.

Katsuya peered up at him from under smoky eyelids. "You could always ditch 'em. Run away to Williamsburg with me."

Though he said it like a joke, Seto knew he meant it. As with almost anything involving Katsuya, it was tempting.

"Can't. I've been trying to schedule this meeting since last month."

"I know. I know. It was worth a try." Katsuya tilted his head, gesturing across the crosswalk as the light changed. "Alright, I'm headed that way."

Toward the subway. In the opposite direction of where Seto needed to go.

Even as their fingers started to separate like a taut string fraying, he squeezed them one last time. "Tell your sister and Mazaki I said hi."

"I will." Katsuya swooped in and caught his lips in a kiss over far too soon. When he drew away, his eyes twinkled with good-natured teasing. "Have fun dropping a Benjamin on an app and cocktail. I'm off to stuff myself with chili fries. You're always welcome if you get that bored."

With a wink and a wave, he was gone, a flurry of black and bronze lost to the streets of Tribeca.

Fifteen minutes into a round of pre-dinner drinks, Seto wished he had ditched and made the trek out to Brooklyn with Katsuya. But building a new theme park required constant injections of cash flow. As healthy as his company's coffers may be, it alone didn't suffice. Thus the need to wine and dine these bankers to see what loose change he could shake out of them.

Still, he fired a message to his boyfriend asking where he might find him later.

[pollyna]

Mav is sitting out on the veranda, when he gets back that same afternoon at three, with the sun still high in the sky even when the weather forecast announced snow.

"Never saw so much snow around" Ice jokes, bending a little to kiss his husband hello.

"We're really going to have to start stocking stuff if it continues to get this bad" Mav chuckles, closing the paper he was reading "Hi, love." He adds, kissing him back.

"Lieutenant Johnson is going to drive me crazy, one of these days," Ice starts, sitting with Mav under the blanket. "That man has no control over his body. I don't know how they allow him to even try for the physics test every year! And today, do you know what he did?" Ice isn't waiting for a real answer but he knows too what he's going to show Mav is going to have him reacting sooner than later "he decided he had to fix one of the photos on my wall and proceeded to make three others fall into the ground. Look!" He finishes taking the incriminating frame out of his bag.

Mav is laughing until he sees the photo. "Oh." It's all that answers, finger tracing the silhouette of Bradley's face.

"He was so small here." Mav's face is soft, and he seems as lost as Ice felt that same afternoon.

[milbroom]

trying to decide whether to make the ending to a fic absolutely devastating in which no one will ever recover from, or somewhat liberating so I can finally feel again

[angelicdudles]

Wip

[cepheusgalaxy]

[ID: A lined sketch of the ends of a pair of legs, with very simplified feet. End ID]

for someone who doesnt got a feet fetish this is looking pretty good

[disasterbuck]

Hi!!! Ooooh There is so much to choose 🤪🥰💕❓️💻💖🤝🤖🌎🥵

omg just go ahead and make me write everything lol (affectionate) I couldn't keep myself to strictly 3 sentences for all of these, so they vary a bit 🥰

🤪 - clumsy

first time in MONTHS I've written anything for this wip 🥰

This lasted for approximately five minutes before the bell went off and he found himself piling into the truck next to Eddie. He'd tried to slip into another seat, but Chimney had gotten there first and shot him a curious glance. After that, Buck had resigned himself to his fate and sat down beside the love and torturer of his life.

🥰 - confession / surprise date

this one ran away with me a little, how exciting!!

Eddie's lips parted in surprise as Buck began ladling the stew into their bowls. Buck was nervous, accidentally moving a bit too quick and splashing some sauce out of the bowl onto Eddie's shirt.

"Shit! Sorry," he said, moving the dish back to the island bench and taking a step to go and fetch a wash cloth.

Before he could get far, Eddie grabbed his arm and gently reeled him in until he was standing right beside Eddie's chair, looking down at him.

"Relax," Eddie said softly.

"I just want it to be perfect," Buck said. "But now I've already gotten food on you and we haven't even eaten anything yet and–"

Pushing his chair back to stand up, Eddie silenced him with a kiss.

💕 - first kiss

Eddie wasn't sure what to say to that. The truth was he was scared, but he knew he needed to face this no matter what. If Buck had picked up on enough to think they were dancing around each other, that had to mean something.

❓ - is this a date?

It turned out that there was only one table left, which Buck accepted eagerly.

"Alright, up you get," Buck said once the booking was finalised and he'd hung up the phone. "There was only one slot left and it's for 6:45, so we've gotta hustle."

Eddie let out an exaggerated groan as he got to his feet.

💻 - eddie's online friend

this is a goldmine that I completely forgot about lol. I might have to share more snippets at some point.

Stranded: so?

Stranded: are you gonna ask him if he's into men?

GI: stop asking me that

💖 - sorry but I fell in love tonight

Buck watched in delight as the fear drained out of Eddie's face, replaced with wonder.

that's all I've got in me for this one atm

🤝 - touches

The next escalation comes one evening as they're curled up on Eddie's couch together. Eddie sits between Buck's legs, his back to Buck's chest, when Buck takes a risk and slides his hands up the man's thighs. Eddie hums, happy, and tips his head back.

After that, they kiss whenever they can.

🤖 - who's got a crush

a few extra lines for this one as well 🥰

Had Buck really just said what he thought he'd said? No, he couldn't have. Eddie must have misheard.

"Sorry, what?" he asked, giving his head a slight shake.

"Oh my god, Dad!" Chris exclaimed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "He wants to have your babies!"

"Christopher!" Buck wheezed.

🌎 - alternate universe

How could he be right about when Christopher was coming back, but wrong about so many other things? Why didn't he have any memory whatsoever of getting married to Eddie? It couldn't be amnesia, because he had too many other memories all packed into his brain.

🥵 - that's hot

A moment later he heard footsteps and turned to see Bobby and Eddie walking towards him. Bobby looked extremely proud, and Eddie looked…

"Marry me," Eddie said, eyes fixed on Buck's face.

Make Me Write ✨

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[mossistyping]

details on cold, cold, cold if you pleeease :)

Ahhh liquid ily <3

Cold cold cold (there is 🧊 in the title of my notion page) would be the follow up to I can make it better!

In which Charles finally sends Max the pictures from their wax play session... In the middle of a press conference. Max decides to see if he can take control of their dynamic and gauges how into ice play Charles would be at the club >:)

[emry-stars-art]

Oh god when i was standing up i hit the button for royal au gen. This is so embarrassing - @jtl-fics

20 sep 2023 [wip Wednesday game]

Part of it might have been how often Captain Day forgave him his small trespasses. Nathaniel was never once reprimanded for forgetting anyone’s name or title, or for slipping and addressing the captain as ‘My Lord’ again. It clearly frustrated him, but he didn’t blame Nathaniel.

The only time Captain Day did get angry with him, Nathaniel couldn’t blame either.

He’d lost track of the captain. Let him out of sight for just long enough that Captain Day took a turn that Nathaniel missed, outside the castle on the training grounds. Day was supposed to teach a small swordsmanship class for new recruits, which Nathaniel had to admit sounded intriguing. He didn’t even expect to participate. He’d just been happy to watch Day work. As afraid as he’d been of proximity in Evermore, Nathaniel had always admired Kevin Day’s strategy and finesse in combat. It was so different, so much more powerful than his own line of work.

Now, though, Nathaniel had lost Captain Day. He took a tentative turn to the left. Maybe he could catch up and the captain wouldn’t have to notice.

He turned another corner and realized where he was a little too late. The captain was nowhere in sight, and Nathaniel was staring at the open door of the training armory.

[clumsyrabbitmedia]

Parts of my current work in progress, super excited and happy with how it’s turning out 💕

[ebbpettier]

NEARLY FINISHED, FELLAS. AND FOR WHAT? (mostly for fun, but also for pride month because this is a narrative very near and dear to my heart) thank you for the tags @artsyunderstudy and @wellbelesbian!

“Are you a boy or a girl?” … Well, that was deeply anticlimactic. I’m not sure what I was expecting. Accusations of subterfuge? Certainly not, he did use my preferred name. Maybe I thought he would just give it his best and most confident guess, and stumble through it like a bull in a china-shop. It’s how he handles everything else. I just laugh, bitter and tight and high. “Crowley, don’t try to use any of the electrical outlets.” “You know what I mean!” Snow huffs, gripping the back of my chair and leaning in closer, “I mean it, Baz, I can’t–I don’t-” He swallows, close enough that I can hear it, like I can hear his stomach and his breath and his fluttering, nervous heart. “I don’t know. I want to know, alright? I don’t want to be a git.” “Bit late for that, isn’t it?” “Baz.”

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[cocrante]

Giggling at the idea of Will learning Italian and in his adventures at Piazza San Marco listening to couples on the benches starts picking up new pet names.

Out of nowhere, he begins calling Nico "patato" catching him off guard as he turns with a questioning look "Where did that come from?" but he was unable to hold back a smile. Will shrugs "Secret, amo"

"Will, please stop" he starts laughing, being embraced by his boyfriend "Make me, tesoro"

"Taci" he replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around Will neck, their lips meeting in a lovely kiss