you are a prettyboy, the prettiestboy <3
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
hnnndddddddgggggggg thank you 🥺🥺🥺
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“I missed you” for the soft prompts 🫶
Buck wakes with a snort, thoughts muddy and slow as he tries to think through the haze of sleep still settled heavily over his mind. He shifts, shoving his face into the sleep warm fabric of his pillow as he tries to remember what woke him up. He’s already drifting again, whatever it was that woke him already slipping away with his consciousness as he sinks back against his sheets.
There’s a loud thump on the stairs.
Buck shoots up in bed, shoulder screaming with the sudden movement, and all traces of sleep burned away by the jolt of adrenaline in his veins. He strains to hear anything over the thump of his pulse in his throat and the roaring of blood in his ears.
There’s another loud thump followed by a muffled curse. Buck sags against the bed, relief flooding through his limbs at the familiar voice. He runs a hand over his face, before rubbing at his sternum like he’ll be able to soothe the rabbit beat of his heart.
“Eddie?” Buck asks, voice thick with sleep.
Wincing, his still healing shoulder aching in protest of its mistreatment — he pushes himself up to watch just as Eddie emerges at the top of the stairs with a disgruntled expression as he rubs at his shin.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Eddie murmurs, a sheepish smile tugging on his lips as he makes his way to the bed, already shuffling out of his jeans. He pauses to step out of them before pulling his shirt over his head and perching on the edge of the mattress.
Buck hums appreciatively at the sight before tipping his head back expectantly. The press of Eddie’s lips against his is warm and soft, his stubble a delicious rasp against Buck’s skin. But Eddie pulls away before Buck can deepen the kiss into something other than a sweet hello. Buck pouts, but Eddie just swipes the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip.
“What are you doing here?” Buck asks, reaching out to capture Eddie’s hand in his own, tangling their fingers together.
It’s not like he minds Eddie’s presence — the day he complains about seeing his boyfriend is the day he loses his mind. But he’s still surprised. He knows that Eddie is coming off a 24 hour shift, and Buck hadn’t been planning on seeing him until tomorrow afternoon for their lunch date.
Eddie clutches at his chest, mock offended. “What? You don’t want me here?”
Buck snorts, shoving at Eddie’s thigh before flopping back in bed. “Don’t be a dick.”
The sheets rustle as Eddie crawls the rest of the way onto the bed, settling in the place next to Buck like it had been made for him. Like he’s being pulled in by a gravitational pull, Buck turns into Eddie, shoving his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck. Inhaling, Buck can feel the tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding melt away. The scent of smoke still clings to Eddie’s skin and Buck chases it, tucking his nose against his boyfriend’s pulse point. Eddie chuckles, arms wrapping around Buck, but mindful to not put too much pressure on his shoulder.
“I wanted to check up on you. How’s your shoulder?”
Buck pulls back enough to squint up at Eddie. “My shoulder is the same it was when you texted me a few hours ago. You didn’t have to come all the way out here to hear that.”
“Fine,” Eddie says with a fondly exasperated huff. “I missed you.”
Oh.
“Well…I missed you too.” Buck tilts his chin up to catch another kiss from Eddie.
“I also missed your bed,” Eddie murmurs against Buck’s lips.
With an indignant squawk, Buck slaps at Eddie’s chest and his boyfriend shakes with laughter. “I can still kick you out.”
send me a soft prompt and I'll write a little something!
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Richard Siken, Crush
Halsey, Hold Me Down
André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name
Kill Your Darlings
Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights
Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
Richard Siken, War of the Foxes (Dots Everywhere)
Yves Olade, Slaughterhouse (Mercy)
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secretly a god & infodump fren <3
hehehehe I WISH I were secretly a God I'd use my powers to fix the environmental and social damage and then I'd use my powers to teleport to all my internet friends and my older sibling and I'd hug you all and hang out with you whenever I want <3
Also yes, tumblr still has yet to see the full extent of the thoughts in my brain but OH BOY wait till summer when I have the energy to think about stuff :)
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HEY GUYS
*throws white board at you*
OKAY JOIN IF WANT!!
BYE!!
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I keep some works to myself because I am often afraid of people's reactions. I even created another blog on Tumblr for this occasion, @agathaflynnfletcher about another characters... in general, I’ll throw my wasps here: Cecilia and Dakota. Maybe I'll redraw them on the tablet to make them look better.
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