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[dogmomwrites]

Seven Snippets

This tag came from @traveler-of-realms, so thanks for including me in this game!

Gonna pass it on with soft tags to @papercutsunset, @crypticcodexcreations, @andromedaexists, @oh-no-another-idea, @pandawriterstuff, @krokuswrites, and @briannaswords, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—share seven snippets from your WIP/s and tag seven people

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One  Riley risked a glance under the truck to see that the men had split up. He could see three pair of boots moving into the street to circle around the truck while the other man kept Riley pinned down with constant gunfire. Not a good position to be trapped in. At least, not normally. 

Dropping his backpack, he quickly reached inside and pulled out a small oval of dark green metal. The last one he had. He pulled the pin out, waited a second, and rolled it underneath the truck. 

“Is that a fucking grenade?” one of the men asked just before it went off. 

Two  Maybe...maybe he shouldn’t have let the men kidnap him. 

Aaron sighed, the sound lost to the helicopter’s windstorm. It seemed like a good idea at the time. 

Three  “I don’t think we need to sit around for three days,” Riley had said. As much as Jimmy hated it—as much as he hated agreeing with anything Riley said—he couldn’t find anything to say as refute. One stretch of road work had somehow brought them to Oregon far ahead of their time schedule, and while Jimmy had been grateful they were saved more hours in the car, he began to wonder if sitting still for many hours and contending with Avalanche’s unending energy was preferable to admitting that Riley had a point. 

It wasn’t that Riley was unintelligent. He was just very annoying. And any time Jimmy was forced to side with him never went unnoticed. 

Four  Aaron had no idea how to respond to their story. They didn’t appear concerned by that, however, and he let them move on to a new topic as though the previous one hadn’t been a roller coaster in its own right. Meeting his mother’s eyes, he silently asked, I’m not the only one with vertigo, am I? 

She hid her laugh well, and the brothers didn’t notice. No, you’re not. I honestly don’t know what else to expect from them at this point. 

Five  “Awoo?” Avalanche asked, and Jimmy froze midway onto the chair. 

“No, I wasn’t watching a...dirty video? Who told you I was watching porn?” 

“Rawr-y.” 

“Fuck you, Riley!” 

Six  She threw herself from the steps into Aaron’s arms, her trust in him perhaps stronger than he was; if Riley hadn’t been there to steady him, they would’ve hit the ground with maybe enough force to lower Aaron’s mood. 

“Awoo!” she cheered him. 

Aaron grunted as he struggled to maintain his grip while shifting it to something more manageable. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said. 

She chattered rapidly at him. 

“Yeah, of course. You can have all the pinecones you want.” 

“Awoo awoo awoooo!” 

Laughing, he turned to Riley for some help and together, they lowered her to the ground. She gave them no assistance, and made no effort to get up, instead choosing to roll onto her back and wriggle her joy at all the pinecones she was going to make Jimmy bring home for her. 

Seven  But then Jimmy had come back in, sleeplessness wearing away at his emotions. Turning his anger into sorrow. Bringing him back to apologize, to break down, to remind Riley that there was nothing he could do to help. And on a horrible level, Riley had resented him for it. Even as he’d held him, even as he’d gone downstairs with him, even as he’d stroked his hair until the medication finally put him to sleep, it had been there. Burning in his chest like an ember he couldn’t put out. 

 Because holding onto his anger gave more comfort than holding onto a stuffed leopard. 

[thosegayoldmen]

Seven Something Sentence Sunday

Thank you for all the wonderful tags guys! So many of you lovlies today! 🥰 @elodiah, @insomniaflarrow, @kcscribbler, @lokimobius, @devilbearingtrouuble, @distracteddream, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mobiusismycomfortcharacter & @wolfpup026

Here's a little something I tapped out today, it's meant to be part of a 5+1 fic I'm attempting and this was the first scene that my brain decided it wanted to try 😁

Definitely more than seven sentences, but I'm a rule breaker! 💪😤

Loki scrubs at his hair with the towel, feeling the rest of the cold water clinging to his skin sliding uncomfortably down the line of his spine. He'd already peeled his sopping wet shirt and tie off the moment they had stepped foot back in the locker rooms, hating the feeling of it clinging to his skin.

Ordinarily he would have dried himself before they'd returned from the timeline, but the sudden downpour had caught them all by surprise, and the timedoors were open and being stepped through before Loki had the chance to do much of anything.

With a sigh, he lets the towel slip down to lay around his shoulders, opening his locker and rummaging around for something clean and dry to put on.

Beside him there's a small thump, the mutterings of a ‘dammit�� and a similar sigh to his own. Loki smiles fondly as he listens to his friend struggle to get out of his armor, peeking around the open door of his locker with an amused grin.

“Having trouble?” He quips, prompting his partner to turn and glare at him. Mobius’ hair is still dripping wet, plastered to his frowning brow as he struggles against his rain soaked clothes. His own towel lays discarded on the nearby bench as he fumbles to reach for a buckle under his arm, clothing squeaking in the otherwise empty locker room. Loki chuckles as Mobius’ wet fingers slide uselessly over the clasp for the fourth time.

“Stop laughing and help me out, would'ya?” With a fake roll of his eyes, Loki steps up behind him with hands outstretched to assist. A smile still pulls at his lips and something warm and familiar settles in his chest, despite the cold chill of his still damp skin.

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[stickdoodlefriend]

Maybe By Tomorrow (I'll be Ready For the End)

Mature | 6K Words | 1/1 | Complete

Sunrise arrives like Buck had feared, and Eddie looks devastatingly beautiful as he realizes Buck's final act of care. Because it is over, Buck will help him pack, cram every trace of Eddie and Chris into tiny boxes and load them into a U-haul and watch as Eddie disappears out of view. The 118 laughs in the background, wishing Eddie the best, filling him with hope of reconciliation and good wishes in a way heart-broken Freddy Fakeman never can.

Rewrite of 8b where Buck and Eddie fall into a secret relationship and Bobby lives.

Written for @911buddieweek Day 2: Secret Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, "Please just look at me"

[bigfootsmom]

Seven sentence Sunday

No one tagged me but I actually have something to share for once so I took matters into my own hands :3

They stay like that for a moment longer before the energy shifts, tension nearly palpable in the air as electricity dances across Buck’s skin, emanating from all the places Tommy is touching him. Buck grinds back against Tommy’s hips, a pleading noise bubbling up in the back of his throat.

“Greedy little thing,” Tommy growls in his ear, hand leaving Buck’s throat and trailing over his chest, stopping to tweak his nipples before settling over the soft flesh of Buck’s lower stomach.

Buck’s hips twitch forward, trying to get more than just the brush of Tommy’s fingertips against the base of his aching cock. Tommy just laughs, bright and amused, as he watches Buck squirm in desperation. Heat floods Buck’s cheeks, spreading through his chest before sinking down into his stomach. More precome drools from his angrily flushed dick.

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[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 (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 snippet

I meant to have this fic done ages ago but it's now somehow three times as long as it was, I've rewritten it five times, and I'm still working on it 🫠 oh well. have a snippet from snickerdoodles.

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Eddie tries again, but still sounds rough and hollowed out. “I don’t want to drag you down. Okay? You should move on and forget me and— and it’ll be better.”

Not so much for Eddie. He’s never let go of anything in his life. It’s all there hiding under the surface, stuffed in cages. But Buck should move on. Buck should survive him. 

Is this their only future? It feels like losing everything. Eddie is losing everything. He’s kidding himself if he thinks he hasn’t already lost Chris. What if Eddie doesn’t survive this time? What will happen to everyone he loves? Everyone who loves him?

Does anyone love him? Does he mean anything to anyone? Has he ever meant anything?

“Forget— I should forget you?” Buck snaps, his anger un-contained fire now, not just a hint of smoldering kindling. Vicious, spitting, sparking, living flames that will turn everything to ashes. 

Maybe they should actually fight and say awful things and then it would be easier to walk away. 

Eddie’s not sure he could even manage that right now. There’s nothing left in him. No fight, no fire. It’s all shattered, scattered pieces. But he would try. If Buck needs that. 

He might need that. He snaps again, “Like you’re a pair of socks that disappeared in the laundry? Or something I meant to pick up at the store and spaced? Like it’s easy? Like you’re nothing? Like this? Us? You and me? Means nothing?”

Okay, when he puts it that way… it sounds dumb. But how else can Eddie stop hurting him? “No,” Eddie says. Not fiery, not loud, not anything. “No. Just. Something that doesn’t—”

“You're my best friend. You— you’re— I’ll let you go. Okay. Whatever. I’ll do that because I know you and I know you need Chris and I get it. I wouldn’t want you to do anything but love him exactly the way you do. But I won’t, will not and can not pretend that you aren’t my best friend and my partner and the person I love more than anything. All right? I’m not going to do that. I’ve spend years—literal— almost a whole decade of years loving you more than anything. I’m not going to just forget that or forget you. I’m not throwing that way. I’m not ever going to lie and say otherwise. This is not a ‘move on and grow out of it’ scenario. I love you more than anything in the world. Okay? You told me I wasn’t expendable and I had to deal with that so you have to deal with this. You mean everything to me and I love you, and that isn’t going to change even when you leave.”

“—hurt you,” Eddie finishes. It doesn’t really sound finished now. He says it because he was already saying it. 

But that the fuck does he say now? 

Eddie doesn’t usually think of himself as small, quiet, or fragile. But he feels like that now. His feeble words sound like it even in his own ears. Small. Inconsequential. Torn apart.

Buck steps back toward him. Not enough that they’re touching, but enough that they’re closer. “Hurt me. Drag me down. I don’t care.”

Eddie recoils. No. No, he hates that idea. He is not doing that. Not intentionally. Not. What the fuck. 

He knows he said the words. He said them because his mother said them and they stuck and haven’t left his head or his heart and it’s all he does. Ruin people he loves. 

Buck shakes his head. “Be in the way. Burden me. Share whatever weight you’re carrying. Be something that stays even if you’re not here. Be part of my life even if it hurts. I don’t care if it hurts, I need you to be something to me. Having nothing of you would be a hundred, thousand, million times worse. I am in this with you. I always have been. Don’t shut me out just to spare me. If you’re facing the fire, I want to be right there with you. Please don’t make me lose everything of you. Please don’t— please. Don’t pretend this is nothing. I can take you leaving, I can’t take this,” he motions between them, “meaning nothing.”

Eddie stares and doesn’t move. And stares harder like it will help him understand. 

He knows he’s breathing still because there’s air. 

Maybe he’s not breathing. But something is making air flow in and out of his body. Like rescue breaths? Supplemental oxygen? It’s not Eddie doing it, he’s not taking in air, but it happens anyway. 

He doesn’t understand. Maybe he never has. Maybe his brain stopped processing information when he stopped breathing because the brain can’t function without oxygen. Something like that. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t. 

Buck wants something of him even after everything? After all the people who have walked out on him and treated him like he doesn’t matter? Even with how Eddie fails and hurts people who care about him? He means something to Buck? Even though he’s hurting him and abandoning him and losing him? Eddie’s just another person who leaves him. He can’t hurt Buck. He can’t keep doing it. Buck doesn’t deserve this. And Eddie deserves no loyalty, no forgiveness. 

He doesn’t deserve anyone’s love. Not in any form. He shouldn’t have it. He’s never had it. 

“I don’t—” Eddie tries to say. He has to say. He has to make the words come out. “I don’t want to hurt you the way Abby hurt you. I don’t want to do that.” 

Buck shakes his head again and starts to say something.

Eddie beats him to it. “I know it’s not the same. I know I’m not— I know you don’t— It’s different. Still. I know how she hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t know how to not do that. I’m leaving you here. In my house. Just like she did when she left you. And I have to—” Do the same fucking thing? Give him up? Walk away? Destroy everything they made together? And maybe the only way to survive is to do what Eddie does best and ruin everything? 

He looks back at Buck and doesn’t mean to say it. He wasn’t going to say anything. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. He should be mean and nasty and he should tell Buck he means nothing, this means nothing, and then Buck can just be justifiably angry and hate Eddie properly. 

And it would spare him. Whatever pain and tragedy that is associated with being near Eddie. It would spare Buck. 

That’s what he should do. 

That would be mercy and kindness. Pick up the weapon and blow this all to hell. 

Eddie can’t breathe. He can’t do this. Any of it. 

He can’t let go. He can’t lose Buck. 

And then he’s suddenly confessing, “I don’t want to do this."

It’s too late. It’s always too late. And what he actually wants has never mattered. He doesn’t matter. He never has. He twists his hands together and has nothing else to hold onto. It’s too late, so none of this matters. Eddie doesn’t matter. But he meets Buck’s lost gaze, stares into his eyes for three seconds, and he can’t keep it in.

“I want to be with Chris. I miss him so much. Every minute of every day. But I don't want to leave here. I don't want this. But it doesn't matter what I want. It never has. The one time I said, 'What about me? Why didn't you think of me?' Chris left. He left because I hurt him. And my dad says, ‘don’t wait thirty years to listen to your son.’ So I listen. I don’t know what the hell else to do. I listen, and I do what all of them ask. Even when it’s the last thing I want and I’ve already said, no, please stop, I need more time, please hear me. They don’t listen to me. I’m still nothing to every single one of them. And I just keep thinking why don’t I ever count? Why don’t I matter even a little bit?

"You think you aren't everything to me, too? Do you think that I don't love you just as much as you love me? But I don’t get to pick you. I don’t get to have anything of you. I hurt everyone I try to love including you and Chris. I’m not enough for anyone, in any way. I can’t love anyone the way they need or the way I’m supposed to. You say you’re defective parts, well I’m fucking broken.

"That’s why you should forget me. I don’t matter. You shouldn’t care. I should mean nothing because I am nothing. I’m not worth this. If I were a better, stronger person, I’d make you hate me. But I can’t even do that. I don’t want to hurt you more. I have to lose you and I don’t know how to lose you. I love you more than anything and it’s not enough. I don’t know what else to do but say, you should move on and forget me.”

Eddie turns away and covers his face, tries to hold his head because it’s aching. It’s too much. That was too much. He’s not supposed to be falling apart. Everything is supposed to be getting better. 

Shards of ice crack and fracture and break underneath him. Everything in the cage around his ribs snaps and he’s crying into his hands, trying to keep it together. Trying and failing. Always failing. His face is already wet. He was already broken. A long time ago. So many times. 

Buck is suddenly behind him. Not distant. Close behind him. He touches Eddie’s back gently and then steps around until he’s standing in front of him. He reaches between them and rests his hand on Eddie’s chest. As if he can stop the never-ending bleeding that’s somehow always pouring from Eddie’s heart. “You are enough, Eddie. You’re more than enough."

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus knows he made a mistake calling out for Athena. He knew the second her name left her lips. /she/ doesn't like it when he calls out any name but hers. When he mentions home or telemachus or gods forbid his penelope. It's not allowed. He's not allowed to think about anything but herherher. He knew it was a mistake. But

He had /felt/ Athena. For the first time in years that old connection sparked to life. A muscle long stiff with use but /there/he felt her. And if she heard him. If she chose to help well.

It would have been worth calypso wrath.

In the days that follow, it's all silence. All signs of Athena having disappeared. And as odysseus hangs from his wrists, numbly allowing his master to do as she pleases, he can't help but regret.

He knows the rules. He knows how to survive (dying is pointless /hes tried/) he can't help swallow the bitter pointless helpless rage. Why had athena even checked on him if she was just going to /leave/ him like this. And even still, as soft fingers drag their way down his skin, he can't help but silent pray (his tears long since dried up. It only ever made things worse) please goddess, please Athena don't leave me here. Kill me punish me in any other way just please please let it end.

[theghostofashton]

seven sentence sunday

thank you @heartstringsduet @welcometololaland for the tags <3

“Sometimes I kinda feel like you don’t even have a roommate,” Mateo says. “Like you made him up.” “Mateo!” Marjan chides. “What?” He asks. “I don’t think I’ve seen the guy once.” “Yes, you have,” Marjan says. “He was at the last mandatory floor meeting. He’s been at every mandatory floor meeting.” “What’s he look like?” “Curly brown hair. And uh…” she trails off, as she thinks about it. “He wears glasses, right TK?” “Yeah,” TK replies. “Sometimes.” He wore them to the last floor meeting. TK knows because he spent most of the half hour trying not to stare.  “And he’s taller than you, right?” “Not by much,” TK mutters, a wave of indignance washing over him. He didn’t think anyone noticed those couple inches. Carlos is barely taller than him.

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[inafieldofdaisies]

Character Inspiration + Seven Sentences Tag | Mercedes "Mercy" Sibley

"Well, out with it.", she was well acquainted with the look Casper was giving her, how inevitable it was he would attempt to talk her out of it again. "This plan of yours-" "Of ours.", the correction was met with an exhausted eyeroll. It was technically the truth - he had meticulously put together her new identity, pulled out all stops to make sure nobody saw her coming. "You're leaving it all behind, joining a goddamn cult and...", he paused, knowing full well she had made up her mind the second her mother's attorney had broken the news to her, made her aware of Joseph Seed's existence and cunning ways. "You're worried I cannot handle it?", she quirked up an eyebrow in a challenge. "I'm worried they wouldn't be able to handle you."

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[welcometololaland]

seven sentence sunday but not! sorry this is a queued post so if you've tagged me I APOLOGISE and beg eternally for your forgiveness. also, it's a eurotrip week? month? anyway, apologies to the 911 lone star fandom - i will be back next week? month? whenever i manage to put down words for the ring in (difficult recently).

There’s a vulnerability to it that makes Alex do a double take, even before he hears the words. It kinda kills him to make a big deal out of this – he could carry on justifying the extravagant purchases by giving better blowjobs – but that’s not what this is. What he wants is a summer romance steeped in mutual attraction. He didn’t ask for a very young, very hot, sugar daddy.

“You are looking after me,” he argues, flailing one arm in a way that is supposed to be expressive but probably looks a little unhinged. “Finding activities I can do on crutches? Booking Ubers everywhere? Making sure my foot is elevated every night even when I'm a little bitch about it? You’re doing more than enough. A V-8 supercar is not going to make me like you more.”

Henry makes a tiny noise, like he’s being strangled.

“What?” Alex asks sharply.

“Technically, it’s a V-10.”

“Is that even possible?” Alex cries. “I just— Fuck. You don’t have to go all Fast and Furious, okay? I like you just as much in this extremely fuel inefficient car as I like you squeezing into a hostel bed that probably has bed bugs.”

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Seven Sentence Someday

Thank you for tagging me @thescrapwitch! Here are seven sentences from an upcoming chapter of Courage of Stars, my cozy time travel eldritch AU!

“This is Elrond being nice. If you’d rather, you can deal with me. And there’s something you need to know about me. I’m the one who talked Elrond into running away from Gil-galad to fight in the War of Wrath. Elrond was always the one who reined me in. So when it was Elrond who said we needed to do something so headstrong as rescue Atto, when it was Elrond who told us he was going to face the Valar wearing the same outfit he faced Sauron in, I was never going to let him face them alone. We’re taking the damn boat.”

[thosegayoldmen]

Sevenish Sentence Sunday

Thankyou for the tags guys! @elodiah & @insomniaflarrow 😘

A bit more of my patching up fic! Dunno how much more of this I'll share before I decide I've shown too much lol So enjoy!

“Right! Now the other hand.” “There's nothing wrong with this one!” He protests, yanking his bandaged hand out of Mobius’ grip. “Give me your hand, Loki.” Mobius stares him down as he scoffs and pouts, waiting patiently until he reluctantly relents, offering him the hand. Mobius smiles in thanks as he sets to work. Admittedly, Loki’s right, there's hardly a scratch on this one, but he still runs an antiseptic wipe over it to be sure. He wonders idly how far he can push his luck—maybe Loki will let him disinfect the graze above his eyebrow too if he asks real nice. He swipes at an incessant tickle on his cheek with the back of his hand as he purses his lips in thought, but that only makes it worse, so he does it again harder, and ow that actually stings. “Mobius your face!” Cool fingers suddenly clutch at his chin, tilting his head up roughly as Loki leans in to get a better look. “Does that hurt?” It takes Mobius a moment to actually hear Loki, blinking up at him stupidly at the sudden proximity in silence. That unpleasant itch rolls down the side of his face and down his neck, pulling his attention back to it. “What? No, let me finish–” Mobius wipes at his face again, finally spotting the smear of fresh blood across the back of his hand and realizing what that annoying sensation is. He frowns down at the mess like it’s somehow the appendage's fault.

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[jamiesfootball]

Seven Sentences Sunday

Tagged by @thewildballyntynesgrow thanks!

From part 3 of the Kettle series

Jamie hiccups, a fraught ribbit of a sound that clogs his throat and sends him into a choking fit. Roy pulls him closer. The angle is horrid, his neck creaking in discomfort, and if he shifts one more centimeter he feels like he’ll tip over onto the bed. But he has to stay where he is, less he expose Jamie to the cutting autopsy light of the hallway. Roy can hear the lads in the doorway, their panicked murmuring building into a frenzy.

Jamie gives another shaky, croaking exhale, and Roy pats him on the back, trying to help him clear out the scum.

He sounds like he’s fucking drowning.

Tagging whoever wants to join

[bigfootsmom]

Seven(ish) sentence Sunday

Thank you to everyone who keeps tagging me in tag games (I’m sorry if I’ve missed snippets that you’ve posted i lose everything in my notes) i was tagged by @tizniz and @diazsdimples for sss thank you beloveds <3 <3 <3

Here is some helicopter crash fic (which is actually getting pretty close to being done?? I think??)

Tommy takes a faltering step forward, knees buckling and sending him back toward the hard earth. But before he can reach it, strong hands grab him. Briefly, he panics as Evan’s weight begins to slide off his shoulders and he tightens his grip, a frantic noise rising in the back of his throat.

“Tommy, Tommy— I’ve got him! You’ve gotta let him go— I’ve got Buck.” That’s Howie’s voice in his ear. He tries to listen to him, forces his stiff fingers to uncurl from their death grip on Evan.

It feels wrong to let go, panic fluttering in his chest even as relief continues to surge through him. Evan is going to be okay. Help is here, Evan is going to be okay!

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[wikiangela]

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz 💖

today a different wip again that I don't think I shared yet lol - writing a smutty sequel to my bucktommy post-first date fic and it's barely started but there's progress! 😅

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“Say that again.” Buck says quietly, even to his own ears sounding almost frantic. His hands twist in the fabric of Tommy’s t-shirt, and pull him as close as possible with their seatbelts on. He needs to get to his place as soon as possible and get enveloped in Tommy, no room for air between them, he just needs him closer, closer, closer.

“Say what?” Tommy teases, lips brushing the shell of Buck’s ear, knowing damn well what Buck wants to hear. 

“You know what.” Buck pulls away slightly, just to meet Tommy’s eyes, and can’t stop a pout that quickly turns into an awed smile. It’s a late evening, the sky is dark, just like the inside of the car, only illuminated by the lights of the city as they’re driving, and Tommy looks so gorgeous. There’s an amused smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips, but even in the dark Buck can see his own desire mirrored in Tommy’s eyes.

“What?” he smirks, leans closer to press a kiss to his lips again. “Baby?” he whispers, and Buck shivers, a sharp gasp escaping him. Oh, he likes this. He likes when Tommy calls him just about anything, in that wonderful voice of his, but this, being called a pet name like this by a man, it’s new and thrilling, and that man being Tommy is just so exhilarating, it makes his racing heart skip a beat, and it only adds to the heat pooling in his stomach. Shit, he needs to get Tommy alone right the fuck now.

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[glitter-stained]

Trying out a new writing style for a very specific type of fic!! Let me know what you think ^^

Pitch black. A darkness so vaste it swallows everything.

Where am I? A grave? No... This is a room. I can't see anything.

Batman's silhouette stretches in the darkness as he stands, blue and purple like a bruise, holding his arms out.

There, a wall. How did I get here?

Like a flash, he remembers; scouting the streets on patrol, alone, in the wake of an Arkham breakout; a dart burying itself in his nape, as he keeled over and the darkness took over. He remembers a room doused in unsteady orange light, torches hanging from the walls and seven tall candles, at the center of the room, projecting crimson shadows the three sitting hooded silhouettes in front of which he was kneeling.

I feel sick.

A golden coin flied and flicked in the air.

"...hereby sentenced to death" announced the figure on the left. His face was half devoured by shadows; the other side, bumpy ridged and leathery scar tissue sticking tightly against the bone, gleamed in the firelight.

That's Harvey Dent -Two-Face, the villain who decides his crimes with a flick of a coin. He was one of the villains to escape Arkham Asylum tonight, along with the Penguin and the Riddler... They dosed me with something. I feel sick.

His vision focused on the black-robed man in front of him. His lips appeared to be white, and thin to the point of grotesqueness, absurd enough in their monstrous deformation that this had to be some form of vile hallucination, stern as they curled downwards and he repeated the sentence.

Then, welcome, like a respite, his vision clouded; then, the candles were extinguished, and the silence took over. Pitch black.