#seven sentence sunday

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @hippolotamus

sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol just to be clear, im still 10000% about buddie but im gonna enjoy this while it lasts bc I feel like this is exactly what buck needs rn lol I just wanna write him be giddy and stupid and flustered about a boy even if that's not eddie haha (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)

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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?

“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.

“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”

“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.

“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”

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[elvensorceress]

sunday sentences

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When they pull up to the school, Chris grabs his bag and his crutches like always and pushes open the door to the jeep like always, but for some reason, today, he also turns to Eddie and says, “Love you, Dad,” then looks at Buck and repeats, “Love you, Dad,” then says, “Bye,” and gets himself out of the car and up the walkway into the school. 

As if the whole world hasn’t stopped spinning. 

As if the whole of the universe wasn’t completely rewritten by three tiny words. 

Eddie says something like, “Love you, too,” before Chris was too far out of the car. 

But Buck is back somewhere where the world stopped and his heart stopped and suddenly restarted but nothing is actually moving. He blinks a few times. And maybe breathes? Breathing is important. He should breathe. But nothing else is functioning. 

How— how? Did that just happen? It couldn’t have happened. Buck is hearing things. He’s making it up in his head. It couldn’t have been what he thought it was. That’s just not— they’re —not? Except. They kind of are? Maybe? 

Is there seriously a child— not just any child, his Christopher. Eddie’s Christopher. Who is also Buck’s Christopher? — there’s a child who calls Buck his dad? Buck is dad to someone? 

Okay, yeah, they talk about it. Eddie talks about it. He talks about adoption papers and Chris has told Buck more than once how he loves him and has missed him and how Buck is special and means so much to him. 

But—?  But he’s never—

“Did,” Buck tries but words are hard. Why are they so ridiculously hard. “Did he just? Did he call me w-what I think he called me? Or— or am I—? I’m losing my mind, aren’t I. I’m still sleeping. Right? This is a dream.”

Eddie reaches for Buck’s arm, captures skin and muscle between two fingers, and squeezes. Lightly, but still noticeably a pinch. 

“Ow?” Buck glares at him. Not that it hurts. He just feels like being indignant. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and just smiles at him. “Not a dream. And you already know he’s your son. Our son. Where have you been the last seven years?”

Buck tries not to smile back but can’t help it. “He’s just— he’s never. Called me that. He doesn’t call me that. I’m not— I mean, I am? In a way? But— you’re his dad.”

Eddie’s face goes soft and fond, and he rests his hand on Buck’s thigh. “You’re his dad, too. You have been for a long time. No, not in the same way as me. But biology is not family. Love is family.” 

“Yeah. Yes. I—” Buck knows that. Of course he knows that. His family is Maddie and Chim and Jee-Yun and Hen and Bobby and Karen and Athena and Ravi, and by extension May and Denny and Harry and Michael and David. And of course Eddie and Chris. Always Eddie and Chris. It’s not that Buck doesn’t know. It’s not that this is a revelation. Just—

Buck’s eyes are wet and his heart is bursting, and he rubs a hand over his jaw. “He called me Dad.”

Eddie reaches until he’s cupping Buck’s face and jaw with one hand. “You’re our family. We love you.” 

“See, I know that. I do know that. But— Eddie. Eddie, he called me— he called me Dad.”

Eddie sort of laughs but it’s in a soft, sweet way, and then he pulls Buck toward him until he can kiss his forehead. “Of course he did.” 

[honestlydarkprincess]

Snippet Sunday!

tagged by the lovely @underwater-ninja-13, @giddyupbuck, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, @exhuastedpigeon, @loveyouanyway, @rogerzsteven

more of the stubble fic<3

“C’mon, Buck,” Eddie murmured, his shoulders relaxing, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Tell me. Is it the beard or is it me?”

“It’s you,” Buck said breathlessly, staring into Eddie’s eyes. “I mean— the beard helps— all I can think about is—” He started before he cut himself off, blushing.

“What, Buck? What are you thinking about?” Eddie whispered, his breath fanning across Buck’s lips he was so close.

Buck whimpered. “I can’t— I’m not— I can’t think when you’re this close,” He finally admitted.

Eddie grinned, grabbing Buck’s t-shirt and hauling him into a kiss. The second their lips touched Buck let out a low moan and pressed as close to Eddie as possible.

“Fuck,” Eddie muttered in-between kisses, nipping Buck’s bottom lip and demanding entrance. Buck opened his mouth and groaned happily when Eddie’s tongue touched his. “Can’t believe,” Eddie panted, releasing Buck’s mouth so he could plant harsh kisses down his throat. “that you were losing your mind over a little bit of stubble.”

Buck whined. “It’s not my fault,” His hands went to Eddie’s hair, pulling on the soft strands. “You just look so good and I want you to—” Buck cut himself off with a moan.

“What, baby? You want me to what?” Eddie teased. “Cat got your tongue tonight, huh?”

Buck whimpered. Fuck, this was really happening. He was really standing in Eddie’s kitchen with Eddie plastered against his front, casually teasing him as he nipped and sucked his way down Buck’s throat. Calling him baby. It was everything Buck had ever wanted. He felt overwhelmed, in the very best way, but still overwhelmed. He let out a broken sound, it was all he was capable of.

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[watchyourbuck]

“Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?” if it sparks joy 💙💙💙

Buck could see the drops of sweat going down Eddie's back. They tainted his grey shirt every time he walked.

Eddie’s steps were unsteady, unsure. He had worked for over fourteen hours, and the high of the call was finally going down. He was tired.

Buck leaned against the glass door of the locker room, his firefighter gear bent over his hips. He sported the same grey shirt, but it wore a little tighter on him than Eddie. He crossed his arms over his chest, a playful smirk overtaking his lips.

It took Eddie a minute to notice. He had sat down on the bench and started to take his boots off, when a ring on his brain made him look up. Buck’s stare was dark.

“What?” he asked, a tremble in his voice. He sat up right, looking behind Buck to see if anybody else was around. “What’s going on?”

Buck licked his lips, shifting ever so slightly. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie could have choked. If he had been consuming anything, he would have choked. He blinked, processing the scene in his mind. He couldn’t have heard right. “Wh- what?”

“You heard me,” Buck muttered, pushing himself off the door frame. He walked inside, taking three menacing steps. “So, are you?”

The sweat going down Eddie’s skin turned ice cold, everything else stopping right in place. He let go of his muddy boot. “Uh-,” he started, cutting himself off.

The height difference was making him anxious, so he slowly rose to his feet. Buck was still taller, but it felt a little less uncomfortable. He forced a playful frown on his face, not really sure how to respond.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Buck’s scoff was hard to ignore. It was riddled with cockiness and a throaty sound that made Eddie’s heart pump. “I see the way you look at me,” he said, loud and confident, like no one could hear them. “Your eyes on my body, the way you lick your lips... I’ve seen it all.”

All things considered, he could run; he could abandon his things in the locker room and bolt. But something was keeping his feet on the ground like nails on a casket.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Yes. “Buck, I-.”

“Look,” he said, stopping him mid-sentence — not that he had anything else prepared. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been nice, haven’t I?”

He reached forward, taking a strand of Eddie’s sweaty hair and pushing it away from his face. If he had had long hair, Eddie was sure he would have put it behind his ear. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been,” he continued. His voice was condescending, but no matter how hard Eddie tried, he couldn’t seem to find it unappealing. “But now I don’t wanna be no more, so I’m asking. Are you done pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie breathed out, a shaky little gush of air escaping his lips. Buck’s eyes roamed down his body, stifling a little ‘aw.’ “Look how hard you are.”

Again, he could have choked. Nothing in the world could have prepared him at all for what was going down. A part of him still thought he was dreaming —and it wouldn’t have been completely ridiculous, taking into the account the dreams he actually did have.

He nodded again, a feeling of absolute defeat settling in his bones. Buck nodded along, clicking his tongue like a teacher who’s just caught you cheating.

“Great,” he said, taking one step closer. A voice in his head yelled at him to wet his lips, but Buck didn’t lean down to kiss him. Instead, he reached forward to palm him through his gear. Eddie moaned with his mouth closed. “Now that we’re clear, I’ll be waiting for you in my car. Got it?”

Eddie closed his eyes, breathing slowly and resisting the urge to buck into Buck’s hand. Somehow he knew he would’ve laughed at him. “Y-yes,” he finally whispered, an admission that would cost him greatly.

“Outstanding,” replied Buck, a more than pleased grin extending over his lips. “Take your time.” He leaned in, taking Eddie’s jaw with his other hand and turning him to his side so he could whisper in his ear. “I’ve got all night.”

And just like that, he was gone.

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please take this as my Seven Sentence Sunday! tagged by @nmcggg @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine & @jamespearce9-1-1 (I haven’t been able to get to all your works yet but I will tonight!💗) thank you for your love ♡

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[wildlife4life]

Happy Birthday to ME!

In honor of my birthday today, I am celebrating by dropping chapter 2 of Three Taps for the Lombardi aka NFL Buck! YAY!!!!!

All the love and major props to @hippolotamus for beta reading and for the edit of Red's door in the fic!

Three Taps for the Lombardi

Mature // 3.9K // Chapter 2 “Chimney basically outed me to the team today. So now they all know I’m gay and have a boyfriend,” Eddie tells Buck when he slides into the bed later that evening. He gently nudges Jade, their black coat retriever mix, from her resting place next to the man who first bought her home.  She huffs in displeasure and leaps down, padding out of their bedroom, most likely heading to Christopher’s room. His boyfriend quirks an eyebrow. “Outed you? Have you been trying to hide it? I thought we agreed-“ Eddie groans. “I know what we agreed to, and I wasn’t hiding that I’m gay, but I’m not going around saying, 'Hi I'm Eddie Diaz from Houston and I only like dick.” Buck chokes on a laugh, but lets him continue. “I’ve been calling you my partner, no gender attached.  But then there were these girls at this awful country bar and they were being very persistent-“ “And you got annoyed, so you pulled the gay card,” Buck says with understanding. The fireman snorts. “Told them I have a boyfriend and I guess the team overheard, or my voice carries really well, I don’t know. But anyways we get in the truck and Chimney blurts out, ‘You’re gay?’ and it was all downhill from there.” Buck is shaking the bed with how hard he's laughing. "Oh my god, Eddie! He didn't out you, you did that yourself!"

Counting this as my seven sentence sunday as well... So thank you for the tags @diazsdimples @wikiangela and @daffi-990

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[sibylsleaves]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990!

more from the second chapter of some things fall:

It doesn’t fully click until a random Tuesday afternoon as they’re riding to a call in the engine, chatting amongst themselves the way they always do.  “The weirdest part, honestly, is just the constant re-evaluation of stuff from years ago,” Buck is saying. “Like, I’ll be grocery shopping or something and then I’ll have a random memory of like, oh yeah, I guess I was flirting with that tourist in Peru. Maybe I was actually interested in that firefighter we met in Texas. Or, maybe the reason I always got nervous around that nice upperclassman in my Sophomore biology class was because I had a crush on him. It’s a real trip.” “Kinda makes you wonder what else you might’ve missed, huh,” Hen says. Eddie’s not thinking about it. He’s not.  It’s just. Well. He’d said it to Tommy, hadn’t he? That Buck had treated Tommy the same way he’d treated Eddie when they first met. The posturing and the overly aggressive one-upmanship. He’s not thinking about whether or not Buck has considered that behavior in a new light.  “It’s just really crazy that if Tommy hadn’t gone and kissed me, I might never have realized,” Buck says.  “Well, tell Tommy he should’ve kept his lips to himself and saved us all from The Greatest Hits of Buck’s Past Crushes,” Chimney grumbles. “Wait, so—you really didn’t know you liked him until he kissed you?” Ravi asks.  “Not. A. Clue,” Buck says, somehow sounding impressed by his own lack of self-awareness. 

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[cha-melodius]

Yes, I'm continuing to use graphics I made for an unrelated fic because I love them so much. Sorry not sorry. Anyway, thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes, @cricketnationrise, @eusuntgratie, @maxbegone, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @three-drink-amy, and @sparklepocalypse. Here's some more spy boys.

He should take advantage of Henry’s lowered inhibitions, see what else he can learn. Never miss a chance to gather intel on another agent, even one of your allies. Henry’s not just another agent, though. Not anymore. Alex might not be ready to think about how this has irrevocably changed them, but he can’t deny that. He looks down at Henry curled against his side, naked and vulnerable, and feels a dangerous protectiveness take root in his chest. It’s fine. It’s just… endorphins or something. He’ll get over it.

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[bigfootsmom]

seven sentence sunday

I was tagged by so many wonderful people! thank you @underwater-ninja-13, @giddyupbuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @devirnis, @shortsighted-owl, @mellaithwen, @princessfbi, @shyaudacity, @eddiebabygirldiaz <3 <3 <3

Here’s a little something from heat sick buck (very nsfw)

“Fuck–” Eddie gasps, spine bowing forward as he struggles to keep himself from coming right then and there. He can already feel the beginning of his knot swelling at the base of his cock. “Fuck, baby…”

His only answer is a long drawn out moan as Buck throws his head back against the pillows, back arching up off the mattress as he clenches around Eddie. Another muffled curse falls from Eddie’s lips as he sees stars, lightning snapping through his veins before settling at the base of his spine and curling him forward over Buck’s heaving chest.

Buck writhes underneath him, eyes rolling back as he shoves his hips against Eddie, a long plaintive whine filling the air of the bedroom as he tries desperately to get Eddie closer any way he can. Surging forward, Eddie blankets Buck’s body with his own, feeling the way Buck’s breath hitches when his cock gets trapped between their bellies.

In three minutes away from it being monday so I’m not tagging anyone lol

[prettyboybuckley]

seven sentences sunday

tagged by the lovely @rogerzsteven 🥰 this is a lot more than seven sentences, but I think I'm allowed after all the Sundays I've missed 🙈 also, would I be me if I didn't use this new storyline as an opportunity to write a threesome fic? Buck comes out to Eddie and tells him about his relationship with Tommy over dinner with both of them. What happens when Eddie reveals that during all his therapy, he figured out that he isn't straight either? "In theory", at least, according to Eddie.

"So, does this change anything?" Tommy asks as he diligently dries off the plates and glasses that Buck hands to him after washing them.

Buck pauses, torso half-turning towards Tommy as he looks at him. "What exactly?"

"Eddie being- Eddie being queer."

Tommy isn't stupid, and he knows that he's said that before, but he'll say it again. He's seen the way those two act together, how they look at each other. The moment the words left Eddie's mouth, he'd kind of figured that it'd been fun, he'd helped Buck figure out his sexuality, and now these two knew about each other, and a few days from now Tommy is going to gently get dumped because Buck can be with his best friend.

He needed to ask.

Buck blinks, tilts his head a bit as if he's thinking, but he doesn't look away, except for a quick glance to the stairs. Eddie's voice as he talks to his son on the phone is drifting down from the loft.

"I don't know," he answers, and Tommy knows it's honest. It's also obvious that Buck knows what he means. "I do know that I don't want it to change anything between you and me. I know it's only been a month, but I really care about you, Tommy."

Oh.

That wasn't was he was expecting. Buck sounds so earnest, though, and Tommy believes him, and it sparks hope.

"Okay," Tommy says, and he can't resist leaning in and kissing Buck, brief and gentle. "That's good, I like that, and I care about you too."

Buck has that soft, shy smile he often gets when Tommy kisses him like that, and it's a weight off his shoulders to know this isn't the end of them, at least not yet. Not all the weight, though.

"You know, you've been so good to me, and patient, helping me figure myself out and everything… I wish Eddie would have someone like that for him."

There is a tinge of sadness there, perhaps at the knowledge that by choosing Tommy — and god, is he really choosing Tommy? Or is he simply scared to choose Eddie? — that will not be him.

And for some reason, that is what puts an idea in Tommy's head. A crazy idea, bordering on insane, but-

He likes Eddie. Earlier today, he was thinking about how he'd have considered dating Eddie, if Buck hadn't been right there flirting with him, and if he'd thought he'd have a chance. Now he's thinking that maybe- maybe there is a possibility.

"What if it does change things? I mean, between the three of us, together?" he asks on a whim as Buck takes off those adorable dishwashing gloves, and Buck's head snaps in his direction. "What if we give Eddie that?"

It seems that Buck is picking up what he's putting down because his eyes widen and his gaze flickers over Tommy's shoulder to the loft and then back. Buck licks his lips, taking in a deep breath, and then he's nodding, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Tommy smiles back.

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[devirnis]

Seven Sentence Sunday 💵

We are in the home stretch of The Shadows of Every Spark, aka the money laundering restaurant front au, so now is the time to let me know if you would like to be tagged when I post it! (Dare I say next weekend?)

Twenty minutes into The Princess Bride, Chimney glances over to gauge Buck’s enjoyment level so far, only to see that the asshole has fallen asleep. Chimney bristles like a cat for a second – this movie is a goddamn delight – until he takes in Buck’s sleeping position: slumped over, leaning heavily against Eddie, his head resting on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie himself is sitting so perfectly still that it looks uncomfortable, like he’s hardly daring to breathe for fear of waking Buck up. Even with only the light of the projector illuminating the room, Chimney can see the blush high on Eddie’s cheeks. Chimney gently nudges Maddie to get her attention, then subtly inclines his head towards her brother. She glances over at Buck and Eddie quickly, and turns back to him with a smirk on her face.

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[princessfbi]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @homerforsure @mellaithwen and @devirnis

So Buck went to sleep and expected nightmares.  But when he woke up to the soft morning glow filling his apartment and realized two things.  One: Buck had a full night of sleep free from nightmares.  Two: He couldn’t move.  No, not couldn’t. Not quite. More like he didn’t want to move. He was more comfortable than he’d ever been in his bed and moving felt like it would be an actual crime.  And it had everything to do with the fact that a massive wolf was draped across him with Buck’s face buried in the softest, warmest fur.

Tagging @bigfootsmom and @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

[exhuastedpigeon]

Baseball AU featuring Eddie self sabotaging because he's scare.

“Saw you trending on Twitter last night,” Chim said with a grin when Buck walked into the clubhouse the morning after an off-day. Eddie’s head is still in his locker, but he has a feeling he knows what Chim is talking about.  Buck went out with Natalia Dollenmeyer last night after she slid into Buck’s Instagram DMs a few weeks ago. He’d spent two hours on Eddie’s couch going back and forth about responding before Eddie finally swallowed his longing, took Buck’s phone, and responded asking her out on their next day off.  Eddie spent the last week hating himself for pushing Buck into the arms of a beautiful woman just because Eddie was a chickenshit scared of letting himself be happy, or at least that’s what Sophia had said when he called her to complain.  “I uh I was pretty busy, I didn’t check twitter.” “Ooooh,” Chim raised his eyebrows. “Sounds like you got lucky last night.”

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Sentences Sunday!

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have a lil from the 7x04 fic i just started like 20 minutes ago :3

Buck hadn’t planned on doing anything to show his displeasure at the sudden friendship between Eddie and Tommy, despite the fact that it sent hot, furious jealousy coursing through his veins. Really, he hadn’t. It’s just…well, he was just going for the ball during their basketball game…unfortunately Eddie happened to get pushed out of the way in order for Buck to get said ball.

Buck hadn’t thought that Eddie would lose his balance and fall hard on his wrist. Nor did he think that he’d be driving Eddie to the hospital to get an x-ray on Chim’s orders. All because of his silly moment of jealousy.

The drive was quiet, Eddie hadn’t said much since he’d fallen. He’d barely even looked at Buck since. And now Buck was sitting there, guilt swirling around him and making him feel sick.

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[watchyourbuck]

hey for the prompts list could you do the one below? I don't have any specific idea though

“Is this… turning you on?” (no.12)

Buck was angry. He was angry and he was done hiding it. Eddie had been behaving like an asshole ever since he decided to quit the 118.

His motives were legitimate, he’d give him that, but not the way he was acting. Hanging up on his calls? Changing the lock so Buck couldn’t get in?

Oh, no, mister, they weren’t gonna play that game.

So he showed up at his door. Unannounced and carrying around ten pounds of unsaid insults. If Eddie wanted him out of his life, he’d give him a reason to.

“What are you doing here, Buck?”

The question ignited something in him. After everything they had been through, he didn’t deserve this kind of ending. He didn’t deserve this residual hammering because Eddie didn’t know where else to place it.

“I came here to give you one more chance to not be a fucking coward.”

“Save it.”

If he didn’t know him so well, he’d say he was uninterested. But no, Eddie was annoyed, and it made Buck all the more angrier.

Before he could think it through, his hand was stopping the door from slamming in his face. He took a few steps, allowing himself in despite Eddie’s look of utter disbelief.

“Don’t shut the door on me. You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you shit,” he said, his tone harsh and unwavering, although he did step back. “It’s not my problem if you can’t move on.”

“Move on?” he muttered, towering over the man. “Is that what you think this is?”

Eddie looked at a loss of words. He simply stared, fury and unresolved trauma glimmering in his eyes.

“You’re cutting me out of your life,” continued Buck, “you think that’s a polite thing to do after I’ve cared for you the way I have?”

“I don’t give a shit about politeness, Buck,” Eddie barked, turning red, his finger now pointed at him. “You tried to stop me from leaving after I told you why I was doing it.”

It was the same scene from years ago, at the grocery store. How did this become his fault yet again?

Buck scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “So?”

“So, you looked over Chris’ best interest.”

The frown on his face was swamped with evident confusion, and it must’ve thrown Eddie off his game. He straightened up, looking for courage to explain.

“You claim to care so much about him, yet-”

Buck put his arms down, his face contorted in either threat or pain. “Don’t. Don’t tell me what I think you’re gonna tell-”

“Yet you don’t seem to live up to your words.”

It happened in a flash. It really, really did. Buck’s hand flew up, with the sole intent of slapping Eddie across the face, but the man had training. He grabbed him by the wrist and twisted it, making his knees bent.

Firefighting had taught him a thing or two, so Buck rapidly regained his poise, kicking Eddie’s ankle and making him shorter. He didn’t wanna hurt him, but he didn’t know how to stop. “Don’t fight me,” he hissed, the words trapped between his teeth.

“You started it, asshole.”

That was all Buck heard before he was being thrown to the ground. He grabbed Eddie’s shirt in a hurry, pulling him down with him. He fell on his elbows, wincing in pain, and Buck took the chance to turn him over and straddle him from behind.

He took his hands and placed them over his lower back, pinning him in place. “You’re fighting the wrong person.”

Eddie struggled beneath him, wiggling his shoulders and legs, but Buck was bigger, and stronger. “Let me go,” he ordered.

“No,” he said, taking both his hands with one of his, and putting the other on Eddie’s head, pushing it down flat against the floor. “Not until we solve this.”

Then Eddie moaned.

Buck blinked, his grip loosening. What?

“Let. Me. Go,” he repeated, this time his voice strained. It sounded like he had swallowed against his body’s will. “Now.”

Buck frowned, pushing Eddie’s head down again. It prompted another sound, but it wasn’t quite so. “Is this… turning you on?”

The mere suggestion made Eddie throw his hips back. He closed his eyes, caught red-handed, like a thief. “Buck…,” he said, way softer than before. It was a plea. That he could recognize.

Buck licked over his lips, not completely sure how to continue. Never in a thousand years would he have guessed he could have this effect on him.

Unsure, he ground his hips down. Eddie’s breath hitched, and he slammed his own head against the floor. Buck’s cock twitched. “Is this what you wanted?”

The question went unanswered, and he repeated the motion. Easily enough, his bulge bumped against Eddie’s ass. A low groan. “Buck, I-.”

“All along,” he said, now grinding harder, “all you wanted was to be fucked?”

“Buck.”

Buck leaned down, pressing on Eddie’s hands now with his body. He settled against his back, nuzzling his nose on his hair.

“All you had to do was ask.”

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Please take this as my Seven Sentence Sunday!

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[sibylsleaves]

seven sentence sunday

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this is just a teeny sneak preview of what I hope will be the follow-up to the fic I posted yesterday. I technically haven't started it yet but this dialogue came to me perfectly intact and I literally had to whip out my phone and write it down while I was on a walk.

Tommy blows out a heavy breath. “Well, Diaz, you’ve landed us in a real goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.” “What?” Tommy blinks at him. “Brokeback Mountain? No?”   “Never saw it." Tommy sighs again. “We’ve gotta get you up on your gay cinema, dude. I mean, now that you’re, uh…” He trails off. Eddie’s chest goes tight.  “Anyway,” Tommy says, shaking his head. “I’m saying you’re putting me in a real difficult spot, here.” “I know,” Eddie replies miserably.

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[cha-melodius]

I find myself in a kind of funny place this Sunday, having just posted a fic, and sitting on two completed one-shots (fandom fest fills) just about ready to dole out this week. One is a secret. Here are seven sentences of the other.

The eyes are the hardest part, or so Nora says. All the Secret Service agents’ eyes have a kind of strange metallic glint behind them. Often it’s not even noticeable, but if you look too closely, it becomes obvious. Prince Henry’s eyes are flawless, though. Just endless, perfect blue. Really, the only flaw Alex can see in this model is that they made him inhumanly beautiful. No real person has lips like that.

I'm thinking about trying to bang out some more short fandom fest fills before I dive into something more substatial (which should be my RBB fic).

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