#seven snippets tag

[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. 

[virgeandhis-pocket-protector]

Seven Snippets Tag

Bro i love these even tho i can NEVER pick between my babies

Anyway @late-to-the-fandom tagged me in this chain on my other blog but I'm doing it here because I got all SaSi fics at the moment B)

No-pressure tags: @i-will-physically-fight-you @glacierruler @prince-rowan-of-the-forest @lily-janus @groovyghostie @vinbee631 @girlboypatton be free to lore dump !!!

If you haven't done a writing tag game b4 no worries. This one's prompt is to put seven snippets (or as many as you can find) that you like from your WIPs or favorite fics in a post and bam! you've done a tag game

Because i'm Me(TM) i gotta set a requirement for myself for fun so it's gonna be whichever number that snippet is, it has to have that many characters talking/mentioned/in the snippet/etc. for fun! this is not a necessary requirement btw

Hit read more to see the snippets >:D/\

One Character (from "Brothers by Blood")

A inky one-way-window, long and thin like a serpent, spread across one side of the room. Faint shadows moved behind it. Left of it was a matte metal door; scuff marks on the floor showed where it would swing inward. In the center of this room, a young boy sat on one side of a white folding table, rigid in a matching folding chair. His curled-up poise could have been mistaken for that of a panther: lean, scared – ready for a fight. Layers of black, baggy clothes were his tattered fur. Bushy brown hair was his ruffled mane, lined with old streaks of violet meant to distract from his sore eye bags and heavy eye liner. The boy seemed sweaty, despite the cold, and smelled faintly of cleaning chemicals. He fidgeted absent-mindedly with his chain necklace. Shivering. He glanced up at the clock, squinting, and snapped his head back down as if out of fear of being caught.

2. Two Characters (from "The Prince and the Snake Charmer")

"Sorry, just-" Roman paused, steadying his breathing, "-just a bit jumbled up in the head." Janus nodded in understanding. "That's alright. It might take a second before you can think straight again." "I'm not straight, so it's not a problem," Roman replied on instinct, immediately turning bright crimson at Janus's startled reaction. "I mean, as in thinking-wise," Roman covered up, "I don't think straight ever, y'know? Like, because I'm dumb, and, y'know. Dumb, like really, uh, stupid, right?"

3. Three Characters (from "He Who Holds The Ruler")

Roman nodded. "Y-yeah, I mean, I guess. My brother Remus has a boyfriend. They more so…don't care." Patton nodded and was quiet again. "Maybe you should try telling them over lunch," Patton suggested gently. "I'll be there will you. I'm sure they'll at least try to be understanding." "Yeah," Roman said, nodding. "Understanding." Patton sighed sadly, but smiled reassuringly. "I'm sensing the need for a hug, I think?" "You never have to ask first, you know," Roman mumbled thankfully, hugging Patton around his side. "The answer will always be yes."

4. Four Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 1")

"I would not phrase it as a 'quest'," Logan commented, "Maybe a 'reluctant onus'?" "Oh, hush, Specks," Roman snapped, "You'll get used to our adventures! It 'tis inevitable. With the same ease as the sun rises and falls, you shall soon fall in love with-" Virgil cleared his throat. "Wait a second," he began, looking to Roman, "What did you say about King Dolion 'disturbing peace'?" Thomas started fidgeting with the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at them.

5. Five Characters (from "Takeover" — Zombie apocalypse AU)

“Well, it’ll make great fertilizer!” “Remus, that is disgusting,” Virgil complained. “Stop kicking it!” Stepping back into the garage, Janus made a face. “Dios mío, this truck looks terrible.” “Agreed.” Logan said. He spritzed Lysol on the chair were the zombie once sat, stirring up a wave of dust. “Even my abuelo would not drive this,” Janus muttered, squatting down to look underneath the haphazardly off-balance vehicle, “And he drives the worst AMC Gremlin you will ever see.” Out on the lawn, Remy waved Remus away from him, demanding that he take a shower. This most certainly prompted Remus to ask if he could "join in." Virgil practically fled over to the garage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire of that conversation.

6. Six Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 2")

"Forgive me if I'm rude, I've not seen anyone in months," Hypatia said, taking a seat at the head of the table. "But what are you doing here?" The princes glanced around at each other, none really wanting to explain. Janus sighed and put down his spoon. "We're traveling," Janus said simply. "Though we hadn't planned for this long of a trip. Running short on supplies." "Mainly medical supplies,” Logan said. “And enough rations for everyone,” Patton mentioned. "And weaponry," Remus added. "And sanity," Virgil piped up.

7. Seven characters oh god (from "Takeover")

“Crazy Dave’s not here to reinforce us,” Emile said monotonously. Roman sighed. "That game isn't even good." "Says you." "Well, do one of you have a better suggestion?" Logan asked, slightly exasperated. Patton leaned forward and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder gently. "Could maybe ask Janus…" Virgil wondered out loud, glancing outside, "He's a mechanic at his abuela's shop. Could maybe, with luck, possibly fix the truck." Logan nodded, writing it down quickly. Remy raised an eyebrow. "That's all peaches and cream, babes, but that big-ass zombie wedged in the front seat?" they asked, "Who would be insane enough to even touch it?" WHAM. "I'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKERS!" The front door was kicked wide open by a tall, broad-shouldered figure in loud a punk jacket, which could be described using both definitions of 'dirty.' His grimy combat boots, covered in spikes, had left brown sludge on the window. A name-tag on his shirt, from when he’d worked at a soup kitchen, said, 'Hello! I'm: Remus EVIL BITCH OF THE WEST'.

Sorry for the length. This was fun though >:D/\

[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.

Tagging @darrys-laundry @holdmygum @maygrantgf @honestlydarkprincess @devirnis

@princessfbi @mellaithwen @homerforsure @smallandalmosthonest @eddiebabygirldiaz

@shyaudacity @father-salmon @underwaterninja13 @giddyupbuck @lonelychicago

@monsterrae1 @bisexual-buck @epiphainie @firehose118 @eowon

@diazsdimples @newtkelly @theotherbuckley @iinryer @try-set-me-on-fire

@thequeenofcarvenstone @usersiren and anyone else who would like to post something!!!! (Apologies if you’ve already been tagged!)

[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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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @neverevan @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck @tizniz @your-catfish-friend

[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."

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @lilywatt @simonxriley @derelictheretic @kyberinfinitygems @cassietrn @strafethesesinners @strangefable @voidika @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @purplehairsecretlair @carlosoliveiraa @raresvtm @cloudofbutterflies92 @killyourrdarlingss @g0dspeeed @shellibisshe @aceghosts @elligatorrex @vampireninjabunnies-blog @la-grosse-patate @katsigian @sofrosine @dumbassdep @imogenkol @simplegenius042 @josephseedismyfather @direwombat and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme and @laneybishop89! 🧡

CW warning for dadson/incest ahead; I've been periodically working on my first Malcolm/Martin oneshot (which is just pure smut with a touch of crack and absolutely no plot whatsoever), so here's a sneak peek of that:

Martin always received some kind of fruit with his dinner for dessert. Sometimes it was a banana. Sometimes it was a plate of strawberries. Sometimes it was a bowel of blueberries.

Today, however, it was a peach; a plump, juicy looking one that had no right making the blood rush to his groin as if he were gazing at the voluptuous ass of his son–just waiting to be pounded.

It had been months since Martin last had the taste and feel of a peach. Months of needing to get extra creative with his masturbation fantasies of Malcolm without the ass shaped fruit for aid. Now that they were finally in season, though, he knew he would be receiving these heavenly creations on a much more regular basis until the fall came again.

As soon as his plates were cleared, and he was left to himself once more, Martin grabbed the peach from where he'd set it off to the side on his desk. His cock was already half hard, eager to plunge into the squishy, tight fruit and feel its sticky juices running down his shaft and balls. Just the memory of his last experience with a peach had Martin biting back a moan and reaching down with his free hand to give himself a squeeze.

Martin quickly forced himself to his feet and made his way over to his bed, yanking his pants and underwear down in one go and letting them pool on the ground before climbing over the covers. He stuffed his pillow between the shit excuse of a headboard and his lower back, then held the peach up to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering close as he took in its sweet alluring scent with a low moan. His cock twitched, associating the smell with his carnal desires for his boy. He brought the peach down to his mouth and slowly dragged his tongue up the crease that so resembled an ass crack, imagining he had his face buried between Malcolm's meaty cheeks.

Malcolm would desperately writhe and moan against his face as Martin ate him out, tongue breaching his hole and fucking in and out of him until Malcolm was begging him for more.

"P-please, dad. I need–need you!" He would look over his shoulder at Martin with wide pleading eyes, face flushed a brilliant, beautiful pink.

Martin couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the mental image.

"Patience, my boy," he purred, taking one final deep sniff of the peach before moving it down to his cock.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @thegoeticcleric, @nottapossum, @autisticalastor, @otpcutie, @unsurprisinglyren, @billysblueeyes, @dragonflylady77, @elkstier-ryttlius and anyone else who wants to join!

[fiona-fififi]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Well, I wasn't going to post anything else from this fic until I was sure I was going to finish it, but then @inell tagged me (thank you for the tag!) in Seven Sentence Sunday, and the chunk I just finished writing was exactly seven sentences, so it felt like fate.

Anyway, here's a little more of the smut fic I may never finish that I previewed at the end of this ask.

“You're still so pent up, huh, baby?” Buck's words are slow and sweet as they wash over him, thick like honey as Eddie tries to process the pet name, and he can't help the gasp that falls from his lips or the way his thighs spread just a little at the quiet promise in Buck's words.

“Buck.” He means it as a warning. It comes out more like a plea.

At the desperation in Eddie's voice, Buck shifts closer, eyes darkening with want in a way Eddie's never seen on him, as he lets a hand fall heavy on Eddie's thigh, fingers digging in gently, and Eddie wants him to touch. Feels himself lift his hips to try to shift Buck's fingers closer to where he needs them, and he knows he should feel ashamed and embarrassed, but Buck's wearing the prettiest smile and pinning him with that wanton gaze, and Eddie just wants more.

Tagging (no pressure!) @messyhairdiaz @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz and anyone who wants to participate. (Also, I am so sorry, I know I am forgetting half my tag list, but it's late here and my brain isn't working.)

[memento-morri-writes]

heads up, seven up + last line tag

This is a combo of a heads up, seven up from @oh-no-another-idea and a last line tag from @writeouswriter. It's the end of the snippet whose beginning I posted for my last tag game. (Quite a bit happened in between, though.)

Though it had been years since he’d climbed the rigging, it came back to him easily, his body’s memory of six years of sailing guiding him up to the small basket-like platform near the top of the mast. A member of the crew sat inside. As Rook’s head came into view, she started, eyes wide. “Get out.” She nodded and hurriedly clambered over the edge, scurrying down the rigging towards the deck. Rook sank onto the floor of the crow’s nest, tipping his head back until it touched the low wooden wall surrounding the platform. Closing his eyes, he breathed in, then out, forcing himself to slow down. He wasn’t sure if it was the gentle rocking of the ship, or the wind on his face, or the sun on his skin, or simply the distance from the deck and all the gloom that hung over it, but slowly the tension faded from his body.

There's WAY too many words in that last sentence to tag that many people, and I already tagged 9 people like 5 minutes ago, so I'm just going to make this one an open tag!!

[trixierosewrites]

Heads Up, Seven Up

Thanks to @notwritinganyflufftoday for the tag!

Rules: share seven lines, and tag seven people. This is from my (finished) short story, For Want of a Ticket, which is set in the American West!

“I’m tired,” he said, quietly. “Can I—can I sleep, Cassie?” “You can’t stay here. You know that.” She turned away from him, because if he kept looking at her like that, her resolve would falter. “You’ll get caught as soon as the sun rises, and ya can’t ride fast and hard with a wound like that.” “Come with me.” “What?” “Me and the boys,” Oscar said, and swallowed. “We’d be glad to have ya, Miss Cass. I’d be glad to have ya.” “Don’tcha want me to watch the train?” He made a valiant attempt at getting to his feet, and she caught his arm when he wobbled. “That’s just it. We’re movin’ on. Greener pastures. We won’t be needin’ your train anymore, but we still need you.”

No pressure tags: @aromanticsky, @times-of-drought, @raevenlywrites, @vsnotresponding, @seastarblue

@flock-from-the-void, and for no.7 let's call it an open tag because I cannot remember anyone else I think would be okay tagging them oops

[thewolvesof1998]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @wikiangela @loserdiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @mangacat201

Here's part 3 of my heatwave fic, Part 1, Part 2 (by the way this is seven sentences 😂 I might need to work on sentence length)

His jaw doesn’t drop in shock but it’s a close thing, “What?” “I feel like we’ve been dancing around each other for months, if not years, and tell me if I’m reading this wrong, but I really want you to touch me and I think you want to touch me too,” Buck’s rambling now, like he does when he gets nervous, “I mean, I want to kiss you too, like a lot but, gods Eddie I can’t stop think about your hands, I just need you to touch me.” Eddie's hand is on Buck before he can really think it through, he’s pretty sure he aimed for his usual shoulder squeeze but his brain short circuit between deciding to move and reaching Buck and now his hand is on his peck and by god it takes everything in him not to squeeze.  Eddie can’t look away from his hand, lines of black ink peaking in between splayed fingers, heat is radiating off of Buck, his skin slick with sweat, mixing with coarse chest hair to create sensations that Eddie’s never experienced before, something he never knew he wanted to experience before Buck. His hand slides down until his fingers brush against Buck’s pink nipple, his breath catches, and Eddie’s gaze flickers up to Buck’s face, he’s biting his bottom lip so hard that he’s surely going to draw blood.  “Should I tell you how much I’ve wanted to touch you, how much I’ve wanted to get my mouth on you?” Buck moans, “Eds please.”

No pressure tagging: @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33 @bekkachaos @buddierights @forthewolves @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @eddiediaztho @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @fortheloveofbuddie @sammy-souffle @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherluciferr @cowboy-buddie @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg

[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!

Tagging @usersiren @honestlydarkprincess @devirnis @underwaterninja13 @father-salmon

@giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @lonelychicago @maygrantgf @bisexual-buck

@shyaudacity @eddiebabygirldiaz @eowon @smallandalmosthonest @iinryer

@try-set-me-on-fire @thequeenofcarvenstone @princessfbi @homerforsure @mellaithwen

@buddie-buddie @newtkelly @swiftietartt and anyone else who would like to post something!!!

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

so this is another fic I started on my vacation (I started three, and had one idea I haven't started yet lol - and one is already posted) - also, the two weeks here might change bc I'm struggling with the timeline (which doesn't matter but also it does lol) but I'll figure it out haha

(I'm still writing all my other wips btw, and gonna get to all the asks, but the writing beans have been gone lately, and I've been too exhausted lol - and my brain is so all over the place with my wips, idk what I wanna get to more)

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Evan knows he’s in love with Tommy about two weeks into their relationship.

(...)

They still barely know each other, but Evan knows. He can’t explain why, can’t explain how, he just knows. Tommy Kinard is it for him.

The moment he realizes it with utmost clarity is nothing special, really. He just spent the night at Tommy’s – not the first one, but it’s still new enough to fill him with nervous, giddy excitement, butterflies swirling in his stomach, which he hasn’t felt in years before Tommy. Everything about Tommy makes him feel like this. Tommy’s eye-crinkling, nose-scrunching adorable smile; Tommy’s eyes, always so fond when he looks at him; Tommy’s lips that taste so amazing Buck never wants to stop kissing him; Tommy’s big, big hands that feels so good in Buck’s, those strong arms and broad shoulders… – just everything about Tommy. At first Buck thought it’s the newness of this, of Tommy, of knowing about his bisexuality. But he’s also gotten so comfortable with Tommy in such a short time, and it doesn't even really feel new anymore, he knows it must be just him, must be Tommy making him feel like a giddy teen with a crush. Except the way this feels… Buck’s a grown man with tons of experience, and he knows how infatuation feels, how a simple crush and attraction feels, how real love feels. And he knows, deep down in his core, in his soul, in his heart, that this is real, that this is definitely more than a crush. This is what love feels like.

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no pressure tags (lmk if you wanna be added or removed):

@dr-shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @ladydorian05 @diazpatcher @monsterrae1 @rainbow-nerdss @pirrusstuff @bucks-daddy-issues @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @diazheartsbuckley @giddyupbuck @thewolvesof1998 @underwaterninja13 @your-catfish-friend @kinard-buckley @evansboyfriend @beyourownanchor6 @weewootruck @kirkaut @jewishbuckley @loveyouanyway @daffi-990 @lonelychicago @reformedplayerbibuck @spotsandsocks @bucked-it-up @theotherbuckley @drcloyd @bidisasterevankinard @tizniz @hippolotamus @diazsdimples @girlwonder-writes @perfectlysunny02 @dadbodbuck

[try-set-me-on-fire]

tagged by @rewritetheending and @devirnis for several sentence Sunday! Here’s some more Buck can see death coming au

When everyone else catches up to them Eddie is staring at him with very wide eyes, but doesn’t try to talk about it until later, in the station kitchen while everyone else is asleep. Buck is swirling honey into a mug of tea when Eddie comes up and crowds him into the counter. He drops his head on Buck’s shoulder for a minute, hands sliding into Buck’s pockets. He takes a deep breath before he pulls back to look at him.

“Why did you do that, Buck?”

It’s so hard to lie to him. “He- he had Chimney.”

Eddie looks unimpressed with that answer. “You- Look. I love you so much. You haven’t done something that fucking stupid in a very long time.”

Buck bares his teeth, winks an eye closed. “It was pretty stupid, huh?”

“Extremely,” Eddie says, laughing just a little. It makes Buck smile, even if he’s not sure he’s allowed to do that right now. Eddie shakes his head, and then kisses right at the corner of his mouth, holding there for a full fifteen seconds over their Bobby Mandated And Team Co-signed Three Second Kiss Limit. They’re safe, probably, no one else is around. When he pulls back again he taps Buck’s chest, slightly left of center. “You have to be careful with yourself,” he whispers. “You have my heart in there.”

Oh. Buck thinks. Oh, you should keep it someplace safer. He leans in to kiss him full on the mouth. One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds…

Tagging @buckactuallys @alyxmastershipper @shitouttabuck @forthewolves @bigfootsmom

[space-writes]

heads up seven up

tagged by @vsnotresponding, thank you! here’s seven (ish) lines from the new short story i’m working on~

Back in the dragonhold, I swim in hot, dead flesh. It shifts to make way for my squirming form, parting beneath and below until I drop, wet and half-blind, out of the dragon’s upper palate to land on its limp and lifeless tongue. Yellowed teeth encage me, but not for long; here is Astrum, prising them apart with metal rods; here is Astrum, grabbing my wrist and hauling me free of the creature I have spent the last hour puppeting for him. “Useless rat!” he spits, dashing me to the floor with a blow that sets my head reeling. A swift kick follows; I’m too slow to curl away from it and it knocks the air from my lungs. “Feeble, flinching worm! Forgotten, have you, that if his Lordship is displeased, you’ll be joining me at the gallows?”

no-pressure tagging @winterandwords @monstrify @exe-writes-sometimes and @revenantlore

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Tagged by the wonderful @laneybishop89 and @anewkindofme! 🩵

Here's some more of Fatherly Love chapter 9:

Once Ciel was no longer sobbing and had been reduced to post-cry hiccups, Sebastian stood up and slipped out of his tailcoat, all without the little boy leaving his grasp. He laid it over Ciel's back to hide the evidence of his accident, mindful of the blood that now stained it. The demon then tucked the boy's face against his shoulder to shield him from the bodies and viscera that littered the inside and outside of the prison walls, before finally beginning to make his way out.

As soon as Sebastian arrived at the main road, he sprinted off like a bolt of lightning in the opposite direction he'd came from. He would need to return to the city at a later time to retrieve the carriage that had been left abandoned in front of Mr. King's shop, and to procure another bottle of the wine his Master requested, but he wasn't going to concern himself with any of that for now. Right now, all he needed to concern himself with was the welfare of his child. Ciel was all that mattered.

Soon enough, Sebastian was walking up the steps of the Phantomhive estate. When they entered the foyer of the manor, all four servants were lined up in greeting. Sebastian watched as their greetings died on their lips, however, when they registered the blood staining the butler's face and clothes and the small form in his arms that was bundled up in his bloody tailcoat. Bardroy, Mey-Rin, and Finny instantly worked themselves into a loud, worried frenzy.

"What the hell happened?! Ya just went out t'get a bottle'a wine!"

"Y-yes, what happened to the young Master?!"

"Is the young Master hurt? Why's all covered up like that?!"

A soft, fearful whine escaped the boy, little hands curling tighter into the white fabric of Sebastian's shirt collar. Before Sebastian could intervene, however, the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat silenced the three.

Everyone's gaze turned to Tanaka.

"Perhaps we should give Sebastian a chance to explain the situation? Allowing our fears and concerns to get the better of us will not help the young Master."

Now thoroughly chastised and quiet, the three servants returned their gazes to the butler with expectant expressions.

"I am afraid I don't have the time to explain everything at this very moment. I must run a warm bath for the young Lord immediately. However, I assure you he is going to be alright, and I will explain things once he is taken care of," Sebastian replied.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @thegoeticcleric, @phantomhiveroyaltea, @snowviolettwhite, @actualalligator, @nottapossum, @autisticalastor, @pibsboots, @otpcutie, @snarkythewoecrow, @unsurprisinglyren, @cgetbrmj and anyone else who wants to join!

[sarandipitywrites]

Seven Sentence Sunday

thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver! go check out some nice, practical advice about not falling into trenches here.

here's a recent bit from Spark Signature:

“It's okay. I understand.” That smile's gone, bone-deep exhaustion taking its place. His countenance is blank as a mask, but his hand's still in Vy's, his thumb rubbing small circles into their knuckle. “They’re family; you need to keep them safe.” Even as they nod, as they watch his silent attempt to soothe them and try, really try to be grateful that he gets it—that he's not going to make a big deal of it, not going to point out how Vy's a quitter and a hypocrite and a liar—everything in them's falling to pieces. A voice in their head is screaming, young and angry and brimming with tears: 'But you were my family first.'

tag! @daisywords, @eccaiia, @emberlyric, @faeriecinna, @cowboybrunch, and an open tag!

Spark Signature taglist (ask to be added or removed): @leah-yasmin-writes, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @mundanemoongirl