#another wip wednesday

[peachym00]

✨Happy wip Wednesday✨

Vegas doesn’t usually spend his evenings being punched in the face while preventing his brother from being kidnapped. So when this very scenario happens one balmy Friday night, he is wholly unprepared. And when a handsome stranger comes to his aid, he’s desperate to find him again when he disappears without even staying to tell Vegas his name. Or, the one where Macau helps Vegas use the power of the internet to find his soulmate.

Coming soon to an ao3 near you lol

[omaano]

WIP WIP WIP

Remember Wolffe from early March? Now he's getting his pack! All because I really just wanted to draw Comet with that hair in particular :3 (I just really want him to style his hair after the tail of his namesake, while braiding it back for bucket reasons, ok?)

[hookedatweiss]

🧶 another wellness project coming together

[theotherbuckley]

Either of your pwp fics PLEASE

Pwp 2 (I'm gonna tell you the truth theres actually 3 different fic ideas written on this doc. But here's a snippet from one of them!)

Buck always tried his best to listen. No matter what any of his grade school teachers would say about his attention span, the truth is he tried.

He tried really hard, but sometimes he just couldn’t.

So when Eddie asked him to stay where he was, that he would be just two minutes because he’d forgotten to get something at the last store, Buck had tried really, really hard to do as he was told.

It’s not his fault that he was left outside a toy store where the remote-controlled car Christopher had been begging to have for his birthday was on sale.

And okay, it was a little his fault when he moved to the store a few doors down selling lingerie that he desperately wanted to buy for him. He wanted to be pretty for Eddie, okay?

And yes, it was one hundred percent his fault when he left both stores with a shopping bag in each arm and proceeded to have no idea where exactly he now was.

It’s not like Eddie was his minder or anything, he can do things himself, it’s just that Eddie totally is, and now Buck is sitting at the customer service desk patiently waiting as Eddie’s name is announced over the loudspeaker.

Using this as my WIP Wednesday! Tagged by: @honestlydarkprincess @actualalligator @cal-daisies-and-briars @tizniz @hippolotamus @steadfastsaturnsrings Tagging (It's the end of thursday for me but yk what? WIP wednesday is a MINDSET not an actual day): @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @jesuisici33 @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @king-buckley @rainbow-nerdss @evanbegins @diazsdimples @wikiangela @bucksbirthmark  @underwater-ninja-13 @daffi-990 @fionaswhvre @aspecbuddie @lover-of-mine @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @buckaroosheart (please tell me if you want to be added or removed!!)

[mllekurtz]

i'm just. taking a break from work and thinking about the fact that it's been almost two years since the c2 finale and that campaign still has me in a chokehold. i still think about the wizards all the time, which shouldn't surprise anyone but it's still remarkable. just taking a little moment to be in my feelings about them on main, nothing to see here

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Sunday, everyone! With the Time Loop AU finally finishing, it seems most fitting to share one more little snippet, though this feels more like a tease, before the first chapter is goes up this week! Let me know if you want to be tagged when it does :)

After checking around him for a second time, he goes to Google and types in: I think I’m in a time loop.

“I’ve got to be losing my mind.” He mutters to himself as he scrolls through the results. Carlos knows he’s a level headed guy but he’s also someone who’s based in truth; and the truth is, he can’t think of any other explanation for why today has gone the way it has.

He spends about thirty minutes combing through articles, forum posts, basically anything he can get his hands on. He finds a couple that he plans to revisit a little later in the day, but for the most part, he’s not getting any answers.

Everything he’s read about has to do with people feeling like they’re stuck in life; like they’re so stuck in a mundane circle of time that everything has started to feel too familiar.

Carlos can empathize with that, of course he can. That thought process was the only thing traveling through his mind this morning, but with the way the rest of the day has gone, it can’t be that.

Remembering Beau’s face, his canine tooth, his Appalachian drawl, that wasn’t born out of the mundane, it couldn’t have been. Causing mayhem to O’Connell’s lunch plans because he already knew the answer to a question he never asked, that couldn’t have been an accident.

This isn’t monotony, this is a replica.  

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[itsmaybitheway]

Hi loveliess!!!! Thank you @suseagull04 @magicandarchery and @theprinceandagcd for the tags!!! Hope everyone is surviving their week and enjoying the snippets that’s being shared around <3<3<3

This weeks snippet is from the next installment of my What-If series that’s hopefully gonna be published this Saturday. What-If Alex had stumbled upon and read Henry’s journal the first night he spent at Kensington?

Lying down on his back, for a good few minutes, Alex just stares at the ceiling, thinking about how Henry must have spent nights looking at a similar ceiling in despair. The walls of his golden gilded cage.

The image of a Phoenix stuck inside a cage pops into his head, piercing sapphire eyes and golden feathers, shackles holding him in his place. The words he just read echoes in his head “If he does get close, if he sees me, if he loves me, I’m afraid I’d let him burn me and everything else. My palace, my crown, my title, myself.” He watches as the regal, majestic bird in his head bursts into flames, turning into ash, all the ash pouring out of the cage and onto the floor. From the pile, a tiny bird reappears, eyes just as blue, just as deep, free.

Alex wants to set Henry on fire.

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Ask 4/4 (really love being able to ask again)

More Vampdrew please? I'm dying to read another blood scene, whether its between Andrew and Kevin or Andrew and Neil

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 105)

On Saturday, Kevin putters around the dorm until everyone's done with breakfast. Except Andrew, who's shut himself in the bathroom to wait. He'd been muttering something to himself and Kevin didn't dare ask what.

But after they're all done, Andrew sends the others away and Kevin goes to get comfortable on the couch like usual. As he rolls his sleeve up to his elbow, he hears the door click shut and then Andrew is turning around to look at him with those piercing eyes of his. It’s enough to make Kevin forget how to breathe. 

Because there’s something the movies all get wrong. Vampires don’t have red eyes, not all of them at least. Andrew’s are normally hazel, just like Aaron’s. But now, when he’s about to eat, they glow a breathtaking shade of amber.

“Breathtaking, huh?” Andrew asks, raising a brow. Kevin curses himself inwardly and Andrew hears that too, by the tiny twitch of his lips. Kevin feels his heart trip over itself.

He can’t control that any more than he can control the hair of his arms standing up when Andrew starts towards the couch. Despite having done this several times, Kevin still has an instinct to run when Andrew looks at him like this. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, until Andrew has sat down beside him.

“Do you think you’re a prey animal?” Andrew asks, obviously amused. But his thigh is pressed against Kevin’s and that’s about the only thing he can think about.

“I must be,” Kevin says, breathless, “since you’re about to eat me.”

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

WIP Wednesday

Natsu groaned softly, the echoes of his dream already blurring in his head, blindly reaching beside him. His hand found Lucy's side, and he relaxed at the feeling, rolling onto his side to tuck her against him. The moment her back hit his chest, he sighed, wrapping his arms around her. He buried his face into her hair, breathing in her scent, starry skies and morning dew and strawberry bodywash. Lucy stirred in his arms, and he shushed her before she had a chance to say anything. "Go back to sleep," he murmured into her hair, feeling her hand find one of his. Lucy squirmed in his hold, making him loosen his grip enough for her to roll over too. She yawned, pressing herself flush to his chest, face-to-face now. She tossed one of her legs over his knee, one of her hands dropping to his hip. Natsu smiled when she cupped his face, nuzzling into her palm. He pressed a quick kiss to the lines on her hand, and Lucy made a soft sound at the feeling. "Are you okay?" She asked, her voice gentle and warm.

[oathkeeperoxas]

'Tom' for the wip game?

The amount of tomorrows, stomachs, and Tomcats I had to scroll through to get to this LMAO

“Going with a classic, are you?” Mav asks softly. “That’s okay. Nice, even. I like it when you’ve got my callsign in your mouth.”  “You’re incorrigible.”  “Tell me you don’t feel the exact same way, Iceman.”  Ice scowls at him, but Mav just laughs. There’s a beat where they stare at each other, feeling the consequences of this out. They’re together, and if anyone saw them – if they were caught– There’s a risk, of course. A huge one. But there’s also a reward, and it’s one that makes the risk worth it.  “You can call me Pete, if you want,” Mav whispers. “Don’t wear it out, though.”  Ice huffs, gathers Mav closer to him, presses a kiss to his temple. “Okay. When it’s just us. And you can call me Tom, if you like.”  “Alright. Tom. But only when it’s just us.” It’s the first time Mav has spoken his given name, or at least the first time that Ice has heard him say it. He moves his mouth to kiss Mav’s lips again, and they stay like that for a long time, indulging in touching each other. Indulging in being together.

wip guessing game ask meme

[dustdeepsea]

WIP Wednesday

Edit: The story has been completed and posted here on AO3 :)

It's Wednesday here in the future :)

Working Title: Nine Lives (sequel to aqua vitae) Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: Teen (non-explicit excerpt) Relationships: Rugan/Tav (Baldur’s Gate)

This is set post-game, so possible spoilers for the end of act 3.

Note: This is a work in progress and is subject to major changes in the final published version. It is not proof-read or edited; all typos are mine.

Falling feels like flying. Tumbling through the sky, you feel like a rag doll cast out of an angry child’s pram.

One final tantrum from the Netherbrain in its death throes.

So this is how I go, you think. You feel strangely at peace, watching the water below rush towards you, smooth and serene as glass from up high. You look around at your friends, your eyes watering as the wind streams past your face. 

One last image to hold in your mind.

Gale reaches out, his hands moving in desperate patterns, even though you know that by now he’s burnt through every scrap of his reserves. At the same time, Astarion breaks the wax seal on a scroll with both hands. His catlike grace makes him appear seated in mid-air, suspended. He was always the better rogue.

You feel the gentle tug of transmutation magic, as you are lifted up by the scruff of your neck. Featherfall sparkles around you in the sunlight. You are still descending rapidly, but floating upright now. Spread out before you is the ruined cityscape, the harbour, the grey ships and their sails. Everything and everyone you’ve fought so hard for. 

You draw your arms and legs in, and shut your eyes.

The spell gives out three metres above the water, and you splash into the river. The cold water is a shock to your aching, battle-worn body. Your limbs seize up. You feel bubbles rush over and around you.

It takes a moment before your survival instincts kick in and your lungs begin to scream.

I want to live. 

The thought animates your leaden legs, forces them to flutter and kick. Thrashing your way upwards, you break the surface and gasp for air.

The end of the world has come and gone. You’ve survived.

The doors to the Elfsong are thrown wide open, and everyone in the city seems to be either passing through the bar, or spilling out into the streets with their drinks and singing loudly. The cellars have been emptied, and every bard in town seems to be playing on the same stage tonight. Commerce is the lifeblood of Baldur’s Gate, you recall Wyll saying. There’s nothing better for business than a near brush with death.

At some point, someone cast Prestidigitation on you, and pressed a hot drink into your hand. You clutch it numbly, the cup long grown cold.

Tomorrow, there will be a reckoning. You think about your remaining companions, your time together already coming to an end. So many goodbyes were already said that afternoon on the pier—you shake your head to interrupt the dismal thoughts. For now, you’re alive and that’s all that matters.

You can’t fault the people of Baldur’s Gate for celebrating. You would do the same if you were in their shoes.

The noise and press of the people around you is driving you mad. You put down your cup and push your way to the doors. All around you, the cheer goes up, red faces saluting you with their drinks. They hoot and holler, and shout your name.

“Tav! Tav! Tav!”

You smile and wave to your adoring crowd, as you edge your way to the exit. The roar of the tavern crowd fades as you leave their field of vision and they turn back to their revelry. You slip away from the crowd milling near the entrance and out into the night.

Most of the buildings in the Lower City are still standing, minus a few spires. Further away, folks stand around scattered bonfires, drinking and speaking more quietly.

You take in a deep breath and wrinkle your nose. The air is crisp but smells of acrid woodsmoke and ozone. Piles of illithid bodies are being burnt and tossed into collapsed doorways. Still, it’s better than being trapped indoors.

You exhale, and lean against a nearby facade that's intact. It feels like you’ve been holding your breath since you landed in the river.

“Now, that doesn’t sound very festive.” A gently chiding voice drifts over from the street.

You lift your head and watch its owner approach you, open bottle in hand. Of course he would be here, sauntering up to you, after half the city had been destroyed. This man clearly has nine lives.

“Rugan,” you say, and a smile breaks over his face. Exhausted as you are, you feel your lips quirk upwards in response.

“Tav.” He’s standing right in front of you now, and your body remembers a different night in a small room, lit by dim lamplight. You hope it’s not written all across your face.

“I like the hair piece,” he says, gesturing with the bottle.

Puzzled, you reach up towards your head and your hands close around a braided flower crown. Someone must have placed it on you in the tavern without you noticing. You pull it off, slowly, the wildflowers scattering tiny yellow and white petals as they catch in your hair. 

It hangs from your hands, loosely, as you glance between it and his amused face. “It’s been a very long day,” you say, finally, and he laughs.

“Long is an understatement, lass.” He offers you the bottle and you readily accept.

“Word on the street is that we have you and your crew to thank for all of us still being alive,” he says, as you take a sip. It tastes green and medicinal on your tongue. “Let me buy you a proper drink inside.”

Highsun liqueur. You lick your lips and sigh. 

“I shouldn’t.” You rub at your face and suppress a shudder at the thought of the roiling crowd in the Elfsong. “Sorry—I haven’t dared to have a drink all evening. If I accept one, I will have to drink them all, and then I'll wake up passed out in the Chionthar.”

He nods sagely, like it’s a dilemma that he’s encountered many times before. “Well, what would you like to do instead?” he asks, placidly. There’s no hint of leering or suggestion in his voice.

You’re stunned for a moment. No one’s asked you that question in a kindly manner, for a very long while. Gods and devils and their emissaries have hounded you relentlessly for what feels like forever, spurring you from one wild task to the next, the tadpole in your head all the while a ticking time-bomb.

“What should we do, Tav?” used to mean—which awful choice do we make now? Who gets to live? Who dies next?

For the first time in a long time, you can answer without despairing.

“I have an idea. Come with me.” Impulsively, you drop the flower crown on the ground, and take his hand. It’s large and warm against yours. 

He looks surprised, but doesn’t protest as you tug him towards the side of the tavern building, where fewer people are about. You hand the bottle back to him, and let go of his hand to rummage around in your satchel. With a flourish, you pull out the scroll of Dimension Door. You’ve earned this, all hundred gold pieces worth of it. No more scrimping and saving for the next fight. 

Linking your arms, you look at Rugan and flash him a perfectly ordinary, non-crazed grin. “Hold onto me,” you say, and crack the seal, teleporting you both to the rooftop of the Elfsong.

[peachym00]

A crack of thunder interrupted Pete’s thoughts, making him jump out of his skin.

“Fuck me, that was loud,” Pete flinched, his heart nearly beating out of his ribcage.

“Not out here; the pavement will be far too uncomfortable,” Vegas quipped, getting up from the floor and holding out a hand for Pete to take.

“You’re hilarious, you know that,” Pete said sarcastically, holding onto Vegas’s hand, which helped him up with far more force than Pete expected, pulling him straight into his chest.

“So I’ve been told.”

Vegas looked at Pete like he wanted to crack him open and see what was inside. It made him feel good and wanted. Brave.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Pete questioned quietly, not wanting to disturb the charged atmosphere that had built up around them.

“I don’t know, there’s just something about you, Pete,” Vegas says unhurriedly, his eyes gazing all over Pete’s face like he’s searching for something, anything that will give him an answer, “every time I think I’ve figured you out, you do something else to surprise me.”

Vegas brings his hand up to the side of Pete’s cheek, the tips of his fingers grazing it just so, not bearing any weight but somehow burning their mark onto Pete’s skin.  

It was then, as he was wondering what it would be like to feel Vegas’s lips upon his own, that an extraordinarily untimely and out-of-place thought came to mind, blurting out of his mouth as he couldn’t believe he didn’t catch on at the time.

“Oh my god,” Pete exclaims, horrified, “Porsche and Kinn are fucking; they’re one hundred per cent fucking.”

That would explain everything that Pete had been so far confused about. The reason Porsche was so coy about answering questions about working for the main family, the reason he had nothing wrong to say about him. It would also explain the reason why Porsche wasn’t shot onsite for injuring Macau, why out of every single gun pointed at him, Kinn chose to choke Porsche into unconsciousness instead.

“You’ve only just figured it out?” Vegas asks incredulously, dropping his hand from Pete’s face.

“He didn’t tell me anything!” Pete was slightly miffed that he had been interrogated so brutally on life at the minor compound when they could have talked about how Porsche was hooking up with his boss.

Unbelievable.

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now, Pete, about Kinn and Porsche and their sex life?”

“Yes, it is,” Pete says, his thoughts coming to a standstill as he realises the moment he has deprived himself of, the sinking feeling of coming to the realisation that he is his own cock-block, “why, what should I be thinking about?”

Vegas’s gaze darkens, the corners of his mouth turning up into a brilliantly evil smile, the sharp edges of it leaving no room for mercy. They’re still standing close together, yet he tries to bring Pete even closer, their proximity giving him no choice but to rest his hand on Vegas’s chest. His other hand is still enclosed in Vegas’s own, getting increasingly sweaty the more nervous he gets.

“Me,” he whispers, turning his head to the side to speak directly into Pete’s ear, his voice hot and tingly, “You should be thinking about me.”

Pete gulps.

They didn’t cover this in training.

[matchingbatbites]

wip wednesday

So, final results from yesterday's poll?

🦇 familiar!Eddie 🦇

I want to say I'm surprised, but I'm really not, lol. We love us some bats in the Steddie fandom. I'm not sure if you 34% were hoping for vampires, but I hope you're pleasantly surprised regardless.

I had a lot of fun with the poll idea, and I hope you all did too! As you can tell, I didn't actually vote myself because I wanted to be surprised by the results, so I've spent the last 24 hours bouncing off the walls lol. Thanks to everyone who voted!! I might do this again next week, we'll see :)

I promised a synopsis and a snippet, so here you are! Snippet is under the cut!

Synopsis:

Supernatural Creature AU. Dustin is a witch whose familiar, a bat named Eddie, is not as cooperative as other familiars he’s met. The little creature has a big personality and isn’t afraid of doing whatever he wants, and Dustin is more than used to dealing with how sassy the bat can be. It would also be good if Eddie didn’t go off on his own every chance he got, although he seems to have a built in homing-beacon for locating one Steve Harrington, a Merman adopted into Dustin’s little friend group that the witch not-so-secretly adores.

When Dustin tries to cast a spell that lets him communicate with Eddie, it backfires and turns his familiar into a human. He knows that Eddie can’t stay at his house - he’s not even supposed to be using magic on his familiar, not until he gets older, so his mom will flip if she finds out. The witch begs Steve to keep an eye on the new human while he figures out how to reverse it and Steve agrees, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s going to fall head over heels for the man in the two weeks they spend together. 

And then Dustin's mom finds out. 

She’s upset, of course, but she knows how kids can be. She says she can fix it, she knows what Dustin did wrong and is able to reverse it. But because Eddie is human now, he has human rights, so he gets a choice: does he choose to return to being a bat, to being what he’s always known? Or does he choose to stay human, to exist as something other in the world?

(We all know he chooses Steve, in the end.)

Snippet:

Steve is lounging by the pool, basking in the sun warming his skin and scales alike, the fin of his tail floating lazily in the salt water. He's on the verge of falling asleep - he put on enough sunscreen that it wouldn't be any worry, and it's so tempting with how quiet it is right now. No kids bugging him, nowhere to be any time soon. For once in a while, he's free to just chill.

The relaxing atmosphere is ruined when something crashes into his chest, and - yeah, he screams, but it caught him off guard, okay? He grabs at the object, intending to throw it away from him, but immediately releases it when he hears an annoyed squeak. Startled, he looks down to find- 

"Eddie! That’s the third time this week, you little monster!"

The bat looks up at him from its position with its wings splayed across Steve's chest and makes another, much happier noise. Steve can't help but smile even as he whips his tail out of the pool, flicking water onto the creature who lets out an affronted squeak and quickly crawls up to bury itself in the crook of Steve's neck.

The Mer chuckles softly and brings one hand up to gently scratch at Eddie’s head, and reaches over with the other to dig his walkie free from where he'd wrapped it in a towel to keep it dry.

"Dustin, this is Steve. Come in, over."

A brief pause, then a soft crackle. "This is Dustin, what's up? Over."

"Your familiar got out again, over."

"Shit. He must have got out when I left for Mike's. Is there any way you can bring him to me? Over."

Steve frowns at the idea of having to get up and get dressed when he had planned to do absolutely nothing but lounge around all day. Eddie gives a soft grumble and Steve starts up his idle scratching again, and he feels the bat practically melt into a puddle at the gentle affection.

“I can, but do you mind if I bring him later? This is the first chance I’ve had to sun my scales in like, two weeks, over.”

Dustin gives a long suffering sigh that makes Steve roll his eyes, before giving a disgruntled “I guess. Just be glad I don’t actually need him today.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault that your familiar likes me so much. I’m not even a witch but he latches on to me any time he sees me.”

“He’s a familiar, Steve! He’s attracted to magical energies or something, I dunno!”

“I mean, you can just admit that I’m Eddie’s favorite-”

Eddie gives a soft chirp at the sound of his name, but for Steve it almost feels like an agreement. He coos softly at the creature as the walkie crackles to life again.

“Just- Get him back before dinner, okay? I don’t want my mom to worry about where he is.”

"Roger that. Over and out Dust Bunny."

"That's not my-"

Steve clicks the walkie off, something he knows he'll get an earful for later, but right now he sets the device to the side as he shuts his eyes again, enjoying the heat of the sun and the soft noises from the bat cuddled in the crook of his neck.

[carlos-tk]

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A late participant in this weeks WIP Wednesday due to a migraine and my job. But please enjoy some Tarlos smut that I found some time to edit whilst in a teams meeting as an apology for the delay 😚 NSFW warning for the excerpt below ⬇️

Carlos grips TK’s hip with his left hand and twists his opposite arm atop the nightstand, fumbling around for a few seconds and returning quickly with the lube gripped between his thumb and forefinger.

“You want to get yourself ready baby, or you want me? Cmon tell me what you want,” he asks TK, rutting up against the press of the lithe and pliable body in his lap.

“You baby– god please love your fingers Carlos, love how you fill me up, how you take me apart,” he breathes out.

Carlos uses the moment to thrust his hips up again, to press right against TK, delighting in the half moan half sob that slips from his lips.

He flips the lid open on the lube, coating his fingers as TK stares down at them, gaze not wavering as he shifts and hovers over Carlos’ thighs, giving him the space to reach between them.

The cool sensation of Carlos’ lubed finger meets TK and skims across his rim, before he presses the first digit in. TK stretches around it, a loud moan punctuated with a “baby” falling from his lips as Carlos opens him up. He adds a second, scissoring them inside TK as his c*ck fully hardens.

Carlos watches as the first drops of pre-come brush TK’s abdomen, and he can’t help but to lick across his bottom lip, salivating at the sight.

His gaze meets TK’s again as he finally adds the third and necessary finger alongside the other two. He curls them finding that familiar sweet spot inside of him and pressing against it intermittently.

TK swears, a tiny “f*ck” slipping from his throat as he whines again and again. “I f*cking love when you stretch me like this baby, you know I could come with just your fingers,” he praises Carlos.

Any further compliment is cut off as he quickly becomes a babbling mess at Carlos’ continued ministrations, the tightening of the grip on his hip, the tease of a fourth and final finger ghosting over him where he’s already so full.

“Please baby I’m ready I’m so f*cking ready for you,” he begs, rolling his hips down against Carlos’ unrelenting hand.

Carlos’ forearm burns with his persistent motions as TK falls apart in his arms, and pleads with another “Please– need you.”

His smirk widens as TK glares down at him, “If you keep that up I’m going to come again before you’re even inside me baby,” he grumbles, even as his body betrays his words, still driving himself down on Carlos’ deft fingers.

Carlos finally halts his movements leaving himself stilled inside TK as he groans. He grins up at him, “Well that doesn’t sound so bad to me baby, you even said yourself that I could make you come as many times as I want after anyway.”

Carlos keeps up the teasing pressure even as TK’s c*ck twitches between them and his own begs to be inside TK’s inviting heat, asking with finality, “I suppose I can give you what you want though huh baby?”

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she fell on purpose dont let her fool you

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Tagged by @rewritetheending and @wildlife4life for wip Wednesday! Another dreadful conversation from me your pal

“I don’t-“ Buck waves a hand, generally. “Bad shit happens to us. Anything- anything could happen. Will you be okay?”

Eddie stares at him for a moment, uncomprehending. Then: “No, Buck. I won’t be okay.”

Buck shuts his eyes. “I- I just want- if I die, you-“

“Buck,” Eddie interrupts, voice probably harsher than he means it to be. “You’re scaring me.”

Closed eyes aren’t enough, Buck covers his face with his palms. “I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I can’t stop thinking about it. I need to know you and Chris will be okay.”

It’s just Eddie’s breathing for a while. Eventually his hands come up, warm, over Buck’s own. Eddie gently reveals his face. Buck hasn’t got a good look at himself in so long, he wonders how he might have changed, he wonders if Eddie still thinks he’s handsome. Eddie looks- sort of terrified, very in love, entirely determined. “We’ll survive, Buck. If something happens to you, we’ll survive it.” He takes in a shaky breath, looks at Buck like he wants to drill his words directly into his brain. “But you have to promise me you will do everything in your power to not let that happen.” He kisses Buck like he can’t help but doing so. “You- I’ll survive it but- I don’t want to lose you-“ Eddie’s voice breaks and Buck pulls him in close.

“I promise,” he says, as he kisses him again, nodding against his face. “I promise,” he says again as he tugs and pulls until they’re in their room again, and he means it, he will try his fucking best to stop drowning in ever present dread and work as hard as he can to stay alive. A warning, not a guarantee. “I promise, Eddie,” he whispers into skin, over and over, everywhere he can reach. He thinks about a wedding, he thinks about late summer. It’s not so far away, is it? Maybe- Maybe-

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