#sunday fic list

[bagginshieldlibrary]

SUNDAY FIC REC LIST

This week's selection is Hurt/Comfort. So get your Blankies, snackies and a trusted stuffed companion, because this is going to hurt your feelings.

First up is Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah

Summary: Thorin sat in a bookstore reading to his nephews. He struggled to read the foreign English text, but he would do anything to please his nephews. Including humiliating himself in front of a cute man with a small boy of his own.

Thorin Durin, forced from his home in war-torn Erebor, struggles to adapt to England’s language and customs. Bilbo offers to help, and amongst many a cultural confusion, their relationship quickly grows beyond simple language lessons.

Rating: Gen

The summary says it all. :)

(you need and account to read it)

Next Up is Bad Blood by @conkers-thecosy

Summary: Bilbo patted Gloin awkwardly on the back, once, and was glad when the dwarf let go. It had only been a fraction of the time Thorin had held him for on the Carrock, and he was glad for it. Somehow it had been different, and perhaps until now, until he had been hugged fast by another of their company, held as a friend expressing gratitude, Bilbo hadn’t quite realised how different.

The thought of their leader caused Bilbo’s gaze to drag across to where Thorin was standing, restrained firmly by two elves, and he was embarrassed to find those blue eyes fixed upon him quite unblinkingy. His expression was unreadable, as it always seemed to be, but there was something fierce in his gaze. Something barely contained. Hidden, but so close to the surface that Bilbo still got a sense of it. Like a shadow, or smoke reflected in glass.

***

Or: How might the events of Mirkwood unfolded if Bilbo hadn't had the ring?

Rating: Teen and up

Angry protective Bilbo. Biting. Feral acts of violence against elves. Nobody's secrets are safe. Conkers I love you for this one.

In third we have, A King's Bond by Mordelle

Summary: King Thorin felt like Mahal Himself had swung his mighty hammer and cracked it right between his dazed blue eyes. The vibrations from The Strike shook his very being from his skull to his heart and then out through every nerve in his body. His eyes rolled back, his lungs expelled every breath of air, and the King Under the Mountain swooned so violently that his chair tipped backward with a loud crash, leaving everyone in the room silently gaping at the head of the table where only a pair of royal boots could be seen. His One had finally returned his Call.

Rating: Mature

(just imagine a string of crying emoji's here.) there's fading, there's parental rage, there's slow burn. They love each other your honor.

Our 4th fic is Wild Wings by DomesticGoddess

Summary:

Wounded and stranded in a strange forest, Thorin finds himself in the care of a lovebird, a reclusive and mysterious race. He’s not impressed. His host appears backward and primitive. But Bilbo seems content enough to play caretaker while Thorin heals, and that is a mercy. Isolated with the halfling, Thorin has little to do besides navigate the barriers between them and learn more about his host. The more he learns, the more he finds himself drawn to the selfless, hardworking hobbit.

But how can he be sure that this growing attraction between them is anything more than an intimacy brought on by isolation? Besides, Thorin’s a king. He’ll have to return to his kingdom, and Bilbo has never left the forest.

Rate: Explicit

WING FIC!! WING FIC!!!! WING FIC!!!!! That is all.

And lastly we have Through the mist (I find you) by MiraHerondale

Summary: Bilbo returns to Erebor two years after the Battle of the five Armies, invited by his friends to join the Durin's Day festivities. With his last memory of Thorin being him dying on the ice of Ravenhill, he worries he might not be entirely welcome. After all, he never heard about his banishment being revoked. What he finds, is simply much more devastating.

Rate: Explicit

Thorin's lost his memories. Bilbo's desperate to get one last taste. I apologize for the hurt, but also You're welcome for the rest!

[carefulfears]

kae’s sunday fic recs <3

this week i’m sharing @gaycrouton’s “words of” series (words of love & words of lust), which each feature a chapter based on every letter of the alphabet! nicole writes everything from her fic to her meta to her tweets with nothing but earnest compassion, and whether she’s taking you through the most unimaginably dark upsetting shit you’ve ever read in your life or the filthiest smut, every word is from such a position of affection, her love for the characters and their’s for each other.

she had so much room to play in this series and it was always so much fun to see where her creativity went next!

my top 3 chapters of each:

words of love

- Supportive (desc: Mulder had never heard Scully get called Mrs. Spooky before.)

everything will always come back to squeeze, honestly, and “mrs. spooky” encapsulates the choices made in that episode, what they mean. association with mulder is inherently derogatory, inherently ridiculed, but for scully, it’s also tainted by misogyny; she has to be more careful, and she knows that, but she’s unwilling to sacrifice her convictions in order to cleave to authority.

when this one-shot picks up a year later, what stands out to me is like…mulder’s obliviousness 😭😭 mulder is extremely socially-aware, i don’t think he’s actually oblivious of much, but he can fall into a lil earnest delusion when it comes to scully, i feel like. i love the way nicole explores the differences in their exposure to the outside world consistently in her work.

(also, like i said on twitter, scully heard “mrs. spooky” and said BET!!!! that association doesn’t scare her.)

- Unforgettable (taking place during s8/s9)

“She had ghost cramps that night. The doctors said it was from the stress, she figured the baby was mourning with her.”

this one just really broke my heart, lol. i think this is my favorite use of monica in fic that i’ve read though, and how much it means to scully for her son to have a believer in his life.

- Epilogue (post-ghouli, jackson’s POV)

y’all know!! how i feel. jackson’s randomly surfacing birth parents are weepy and weird but they really love him, and that’s something.

the end of their story was always going to be through this kid’s eyes, where he ended up himself, and i love that it’s where this story ends as a well.

(the line about going through photos and samantha being referred to as his aunt, something more than an experiment to “more than 2 people.” yeah.)

words of lust

(my FAVORITEEEE)

- Once (post-IVF failure)

okay this chapter had me weeping in my office at work….i personally headcanon their first time as around the end of IVF and this was such a sad (but hopeful) view of it. so much heart as always.

- Quiver

i promised y’all a dom scully list and i’ll try to get one done next week but for now i offer you… ❤️

- Yours

i really loved this one, LET DANA SCULLY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE!! you know she wants to!!!

don’t miss the epilogue! 😁

this is kinda out of it because i’m exhausted from traveling but i had the best time with these stories!! love y’all

[lexirosewrites]

hi!! i love all your stories and read them all (my three favs are Bandaids for the Heart, And the Sun Will Rise, and Bleeding Heart ☺️🥰) but i have been rereading so many of my bookmarked stories and i need new steddie omegaverse fic recommendations if it’s not too much to ask?

i’ve been struggling to read lately so this one has been in my inbox for a while. i’m gonna give you my recently read fics as well as my all-time favorites from my bookmarks, with the hope you find something worthwhile! (please check tags on the individual fics)

2024 Reads:

💛 “feel forever its soft fall and swell” by hesjustlikemefr, 34k words

💛 “Princess Jazz and Calamity Meg (Single Dads Go to the Zoo)” series by @fayefayefaye90, 20k words

💛 “Free-Use Health Care” by @midsummer-semantics, 9k

💛 “like rabbits” by crybaby, WIP 23k

💛 “Anemone” by @teddywesworl, 28k

💛 “None But You” by @itcanbepalped, 13k

💛 “Room 414” @oh-stars, 9k

💛 “Bearer is Entitled To...” by @starshideurfics, 9k

💛 “My Loneliness Is Killin' Me (Baby)” by Anonymous, WIP, 18k

All-Time Favs:

💛 “Simple Biology” by @boltedfruit, 28k

💛 "among the leaves sae green" by @starshideurfics, 37k

💛"Nurse Harrington" series by @itcanbepalped, 13k

💛 "Remember Me, Love (when I'm reborn)" by @stevebckley, 34k

💛 "Could you coo, could you care?" By @mixsethaddams, 13k

💛 "Build a Life with You" by @starshideurfics, 86k

💛 "pull my body back and whisper in my ear" by @catknives, 33k

💛 “down to the studs/like a bitch in heat” by @itcanbepalped, 22k

💛 "Yeah, you made me feel" by @whataboutthefish, 85k

💛 "it must be something in the water" by @r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e, 13k

💛 "Suspended Bridges" by @kiaramori, 243k

💛 "Six Kids and a Winnebago" series by @oddree13, WIP 105k

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism

as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.

Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.

it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.

“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.

“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”

his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.

and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.

the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.

the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.

“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.

“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.

he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.

“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.

“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.

“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.

“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.

you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.

is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?

“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”

you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?

[the-real-google]

I got really curious about something while catching up on notifs and now I have to know:

I don't remember everyone's handles so please reblog this so more people see it! Thanks :)

[butcherlarry]

thank you for all the wonderful pining/slowburn recs!! if you say you have more please feel free to throw as many as you like here, i eat them up

Some more delicious food for you anon. Enjoy :)

liquid courage by scarletazure - I just read this adorable fic, and it was published in honor of Clark's birthday! Excellent pining, with the added bonus of Drunk Clark.

locked in, locked down by scarletazure - Another good one by the previous author! Bruce gets trapped in a dating simulator :))))))

Losing You by starshotplagues - Much pining in this one. Bruce and Clark try to do the whole friends with benefits thing. It Does Not Work. Much feels and shenanigans ensue.

An Honest Conversation by frozenpotions - My favorite two tags for this fic are "Pining" and "can't believe I forgot that one when it's 70 percent of the plot" :) (this fic is also going on my reread pile for this weekend, LOL)

a strange vision of your reckless love by costasiellak - Love is stored in a cup of (terrible) coffee

Safe Flight by Mawiiish - Superman gives Batman a ride back to the manor. This is bad, because it makes him have too much Thoughts and Feelings about Superman.

do a dizzy dance (twirl around and take a chance) by Resacon1990 - This line from the summary is what made me want to read this fic when I first found it: Alfred says it's a crush. Bruce asks what the hell a crush is. Dick nearly cries. :) :) :)

mission parameters by shipyrds - Bruce and Clark need to pretend to be married for an off-world mission :))))))) (another fic I will probably reread this weekend).

[whatevertheweather]

Thank you @thewholelemon @moodandmist @run-for-chamo-miles and @youarenevertooold for the tags! I'm in love with everything y'all posted, what the hell.

In other news, it seems like my recipe for success is to have a Bad Saturday, unexpectedly write an unprecedented amount on Sunday, manage nothing throughout the week, then rinse and repeat. However, yesterday was a kind of okay Saturday, and I've still written a lot today, so maybe the point is really just Sunday.

In any case, what I've written today is from the same unexpected fic I mentioned in my last WIP post. But also like that post, that's not what I'm going to share, because it's not on my hit list for this year. Instead, I'm joining in with the CORB cheer by posting about, y'know, the one I started last year, good old Bait and Switch, because that's what I was getting all my words out for last weekend. Like, the next chapter is about 2 scenes away from done, when there had only been about 3 scenes in it when I started. So that's good?

Under the cut because this is already getting kinda long and I'm not stopping at six sentences.

I don’t know the answer to that. “Because I’m better than you. Now c’mon, get your head in the game. We have a plan.” “Do we?” “Here’s the plan. You give me a good zinger to make Simon go off—” “No.” “What?” “You think I can set him off with a zinger?” he audibly sneers. “This isn’t a one-liner trick. We build up to it.” “Fine,” I roll my eyes. “You long-con him, he goes off, I get my energy back. Easy-peasy.”  Baz is silent. Maybe being a dick and maybe asleep. I can never tell. Finally, he says, “And then you’ll let me out.” “Yeah,” I say. “Totally.”

The slightly difficult thing is that there's also rather a bit of angst being threaded through a fic that is at its core quite lighthearted, but I've received some comments in my time that suggest I may be good at writing things that make you laugh and then also hurt you in rapid succession, so hopefully I can pull it off without it feeling like we're switching genres.

Here's another that's a very little bit of both.

“I would not fucking say that!” Baz yelps. “Calm down,” I swat at him, but the tips of my fingers just slide through the edge of the coffin. I scowl at them. “I saw it in a film. It’s fine. It’s a totally normal thing to say.” “It’s not! It’s really, really not!” By the time he’s run out of steam screeching at me about it, I’m thinking there’s no way this ends up worth it. I don’t feel bad for doing it, but seriously, no one has ever yelled at me for this long. His voice is wearing down. Getting scratchier, which just makes him sound more violent, but then quieter. He ends by mumbling, “I hate you.” It hits weird. I mean, I don’t know. It just sounded sad. And it’s not true.  He doesn’t hate me. We’re helping each other.

Now, tags!

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @whogaveyoupermission

@mooncello @monbons @aristocratic-otter @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart

@alexalexinii @rimeswithpurple @ivelovedhimthroughworse @martsonmars @ileadacharmedlife

@confused-bi-queer @iamamythologicalcreature @noblecorgi @forabeatofadrum @emeryhall

@hushed-chorus @onepintobean @raenestee

[hippolotamus]

tagged for 7SS by @welcometololaland @daffi-990 @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela @thekristen999 thank you loves! Be sure to check their snippets/ficlets because they’re a delight

I give up on saying ‘guys this is so close to done!’ but I swear it might actually be this time??? Yesterday I was able to connect some stray sections and bring pieces together. Huzzah 🎉 The boys just keep getting all sappy and lovey and ‘omg you’re so pretty 😍’ Anyway, a smöl snippet of honey, when you call my name under the cut because it is not lovey dovey 😏

He hooks his chin over Eddie’s shoulder. One arm stays wrapped around Eddie’s chest in a loose hold, the heel of his palm resting between Eddie’s pecs while his fingers circle the nipple. “This alright?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah. That’s good.”

“And what about this?” Buck’s hand teases Eddie’s shaft with a featherlight stroke, up and down while he waits for an answer.

“Buck,” he rasps.

“Yes or no, baby.” Buck lets out a breathy chuckle, mirroring Eddie’s request for explicit consent from earlier.

“Yes, fuck, need you to touch me.”

no pressure tagging @stereopticons @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @watchyourbuck @elvensorceress @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @gayedmundodiaz @indestructibleheart @lemonzestywrites @buddierights @barbiediaz @buckaroosheart @eowon @apothecarose @jesuisici33 @wildlife4life @the-likesofus @hoodie-buck @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @statueinthestone @singlethread @ladydorian05 @steadfastsaturnsrings @weewootruck @spaceprincessem @vanillahigh00 @chaosandwolves @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @your-catfish-friend @rmd-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy and anyone else who wants to share 😘 (my tag list got all out of sorts again so if i didn’t tag you yes i did)

[buckera]

Fuck It Friday 🧇

Aaaalrighty. I am actively trying to get back to working on my wips but ngl until we know where the show will take the characters, I probably won't be working on anything non-established relationshipy.

This also means that I might have to scrap some (or most) of my wips by the time the season ends, starting with the jealous eddie fic. So I thought I might as well share some stuff from it before that'd happen.

He hooked the chart back to the end of the bed and walked over to the bedside table. “Thirsty?”

“I- yeah, thanks.”

Jason filled up a glass and passed it to Buck, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Not to sound like I’m glad you’ve been crushed by a collapsing floor — because believe me, I’m not.” He leveled Buck with a look that reminded him of Maddie before he continued. “But I am glad I finally got to see you. I was beginning to think that you’ve been ignoring my texts on purpose.”

Buck held his glass over his stomach and stared at it for a moment.

“I uh I kinda was.” He admitted quietly.

“Oh?” Jason asked in surprise and even though he didn’t seem upset, Buck still couldn’t help but flinch. “Did I- did I do something wrong?” He frowned, almost as if he was asking himself instead of Buck.

“N-no, no, not at all it’s just… did I? Do something wrong, I mean.”

“Buck…”

“Y-you uh you bolted pretty quickly after our date so I thought—”

Jason put a hand onto Buck’s thigh, just above his knee, and he snapped his mouth shut.

“It’s… nothing,” he shook his head, “I think it just seemed like you had your hands full with work and family and I didn’t want to make it worse. You know, before we could see where things were going with us.”

Maybe Eddie was right and he didn’t mess this up that badly, maybe it really was salvageable.

“Yeah?” He tipped his head up hopefully.

“Yeah.” Jason shifted his hand onto the top of Buck’s, bringing immediate warmth to his skin and he couldn’t help but lace their fingers together on top of the bedsheet.

He also couldn’t help but to instantly think about Eddie holding his hand through two layers of gloves while they both thought Buck was about to die. The way he desperately wished to feel Eddie’s touch one more time as he caressed Buck’s cheek and made him talk through bloodloss.

“So, are we on for another date?” Jason’s quiet voice teleported Buck right back to reality where Buck wasn’t dying and Eddie was no longer holding Buck’s hand.

“Yeah, s-sure I’d love that.”

✨I was tagged by and am tagging the wonderful @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @excuseme-greentea @exhuastedpigeon @nmcggg @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @actualalligator MWUAH MWUAH 💛

[milksnake-tea]

its official. i've surpassed the last df fic's word count

[bagginshieldlibrary]

Sunday Post!!!

Good evening Beloveds. We are gathered here today to purview the JEALOUSY trope in regards to our precious pairing.

so we begin with!

Incite and Provoke By Vintagelilacs

Summary: Thranduil is an opportunist, and if flirting with the halfling is going to upset the Dwarven king, he'll take great delight in doing so.

Rating: Mature

Of Bunnies and Kings by Frodo_sHeart

Summary: Beorn is cuddling Bilbo and Thorin is mightily displeased. Meet a jealous king, a bold bunny-hobbit and their developing love.

Rating: Teen and up

Something Blue by Lapin

Summary: Thorin marries Bilbo after the Battle of Five Armies, a marriage of convenience, not love. Slowly, they must come to make the best of it, Bilbo resolves. After all, he's a Hobbit. They make the best of things.

Rating: Mature

Note: It is a locked work so you need to have an account.

Not Yours To Touch by Fantasyinallforms

Summary: A series of unfortunate misunderstandings leaves Bilbo thinking he will lose what is most dear to him and sends Thorin into a jealous rage.

Rating: Explicit

You Should Be Safe With Me by Fantasyinallforms

Summary: Thorin is haunted by the guilt of almost losing Bilbo in the battle of the five armies. As Bilbo settles in the mountain, many are enamored with the new Hobbit, and some wish him harm. How will Thorin react to Bilbo's newfound attention or the threats to his life? Is it even safe for the hobbit to stay within the mountain?

Rating: Explicit

Also remember next Sunday will be Hurt/comfort for the rec list, so make sure you grab your tissues and your chocolate! See you next week!

[carefulfears]

NSFW sunday fic rec, i literally can’t stop thinking about rebound by @phillippadgettwrites….like, that’s literature!

(slight AU where mulder and scully meet at a bar right after diana leaves…and then reunite a year later after scully leaves jack…and then a year later, when they’ve been partnered together, after ethan. has stuck in my mind.)

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @housewifebuck @spotsandsocks @lover-of-mine @devirnis @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @disasterbuckdiaz @forthewolves @diazblunt @wikiangela @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck

Muah! Thank you, I love you all 💖

Here's some of the paint sex fic which uhhhh has no paint sex as of yet (the wicked wicked plot beast has grabbed a hold of me so who knows what all will happen before i get to the reason i actually started this fic)

Control has always been important to Eddie, something he has focused intently on, something he has curled himself around and embedded so deep within the core of his body and soul that he was able to convince himself that it was natural, just a part of him, something innate and intrinsic and unchangeable, all so he could cope with the circumstances of his life which continuously spiraled out of control and left him drowning drowning drowning as he desperately tried to fight the rip tide he somehow always got caught up in.  Whirlwind, magical, fast romance with Shannon. Kids masquerading as parents. Afghanistan. Barrage of war and wounds and fighting fighting fighting and bleeding and dying and helpless helpless helpless against it all.

Turning into his father–distant, absent, locked up so tight no one can get in. His hands too unknown and ruined for his son to feel comfortable in them. Marriage wrecked and destroyed by gritted teeth and frozen words and soul-deep pain and a growing chasm no one could reach over. Losing the woman he loved and who used to be his best friend not once but twice.

Death in all its forms–water, fire, metal. More fighting, for his life and others. Another best friend, lost to him over and over again but always returned, always found, always still there. Panic and fear and hurt bubbling beneath his skin and pushed down by fingers slippery with blood but all of it ultimately unleashed, the wounds inside transferred to painted plaster.

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[quietwingsinthesky]

oh hey prompt day can i get eight beat up and bloody and possibly amnesiac or at least unaware of what's going on around him? thanks. kitty be upon you

kitty <3 payment accepted. here is the doctor having gotten beat up <3

"He's dressed like that, and he doesn't have anything valuable on him?" The first voice, edged with anger and desperation, swims into his hearing as the Doctor groans. His nose is pressed against a cold metal grate. "Shit."

"I'm telling you, I checked- What?" A younger voice, worried. Footsteps pacing around him as he tries to get his arm under him. It's shaking too hard to take his weight. His head is pounding.

"He's waking up. Give me the bat." The Doctor claws at the grate to drag himself away from the voices.

"He's already bleeding a lot, I don't think-"

"I know." There's a cold certainty in that voice now that the Doctor recognizes instinctively. It makes his breath catch as he tries to speak. Moving his tongue, he finds the bleeding void of a front tooth, and he thinks it might not be the only one missing. Taking inventory of his teeth isn't his priority, but his mind gets stuck on it. He keeps prodding at the empty space and wincing against the floor.

"You can't," begs the second voice. "Just leave him." The Doctor crawls forward another inch. He realizes late that he has two arms to use, but it isn't very useful when the second one won't respond, muscles twitching and tensing and remaining limp at his side.

"If he reports us, we're dead. You understand that?" the first voice snaps, and then it wavers, "It's him or us." The Doctor tries again to speak, but he can't connect words to the movements of his mouth. Isn't he usually able to talk? Talk his way out of anything. He pokes his tongue into the missing tooth again. "Look, he can't even stand. Let's just… It's kinder."

The footsteps come closer. He curls his body up as best he can. There's a terrible smell invading his lungs, inescapable. He's known it before, known it on a hospital bed, metal and medicine and music. He starts humming.

The footsteps stop.

"Don't do it," begs the second voice.

"I have to," says the first. The Doctor hears something whistle through the air above him.

[neonganymede]

I hate when I'm almost done writing a thing, and I'm just! Too sleepy! To keep going!

Who cares that it's almost 4am? I'm inspired now.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Seven Sentence Sunday!

i was tagged by @ebdaydreamer, @buddiearemydads, @wikiangela, @buck-coded, @sibylsleaves, @rogerzsteven, and @enchantedbuckley 💜

have a lil more of vampire buck! this wip has taken over my life which isn't good cause it lost the poll so i should really focus on 5+1 dates, but alas here you go

Eddie woke up what felt like minutes later but when he checked his watch, he could see that he had ended up spending the night. He felt warm, cozy even. It wasn’t often that he woke up from sleep feeling relaxed and refreshed yet here he was, the morning after having his blood sucked, feeling calmer and more settled than he had in years.

Buck groaned beside him and Eddie looked over to see Buck’s face practically smushed into his pillow, just like it had been before they fell asleep. “What time is it?” Buck mumbled, keeping his face in the pillow.

“Just after six o’clock,” Eddie murmured back, keeping his voice low so as to not disturb the peaceful quiet of the early morning. Eddie tried not to think about how right it felt to wake up next to Buck or how much he wished he could have this every day.

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