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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thanks to @cha-melodius for the tag!
How many works do you have on ao3?
33
What's your total ao3 word count?
491,391 (but I'm going to tick over to over 500,000 on Saturday or Sunday - spoilers!)
What fandoms do you write for?
911: Lonestar, and I dabble in the idea of 911 (OG)
Top five fics by kudos:
Long Story Short (series)
A home isn't always the house we live in
It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags!
Always Wear Your Invisible Crown
When the sun came up you were looking at me
Do you respond to comments?
I try to.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
None of them? I am really not here for the angst.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
All of them?
I don't know, maybe a toss up between It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags! and Once Upon a Bus
Do you get hate on fics?
So far I've gotten lucky, and I haven't really. I appreciate it.
Do you write smut?
More so lately than at the beginning.
Craziest crossover:
Not strictly speaking a crossover, but knave-verse is an unhinged White Collar AU.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not so far.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not one that's been posted. I've co-written with a IRL friend, but we've never really actually finished anything.
All time favorite ship?
Do not make me pick a favorite child. I've been around fandom too long to pick one, or even five (or ten).
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
There's the kid-fic that I want to finish, but cannot find the right hook.
What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue. Apparently (mysteriously) heist plots. Emotional descriptives.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Any scene that involves more than two people. Maybe I can manage three people at the outside. More than that and I lose track of the choreography, and I keep forgetting which people have arrived and which have left.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
If it's appropriate - like Carlos (and his family) think in/speak Spanish, so having them use that make sense. That being said, I do not speak Spanish, so finding colloquialisms and making them feel organic can be hard.
First fandom you wrote in?
Published? Lonestar
Unpublished? There's an unholy Smallville story that will never see the light of day. And, a Merlin fic that I co-wrote and falls apart about halfway through.
Favorite fic you've written?
Stealing Nina's idea and doing one in each of my main fandoms I've written in because it's hard to pick (even then this was rough).
Oh, don't make me pick. Okay. I love Knave2, I think it's the best thing I've written. But, I love some of the early fic I wrote that are less plot based and more almost character studies, like stitched with it's color and through sames of am through haves of give
hmm, tagging @freneticfloetry, @bonheur-cafe, @paperstorm and @heartstringsduet
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so much for summer love
rating: explicit
chapter word count: 5,575
total word count: 11,998
The summer before his senior year of college at NYU, TK finds himself in Galveston, Texas, working at a restaurant on the beach. It’s there that he meets Carlos, a fellow server with a heartstopping smile and a need for a temporary break from his own life back in Austin. Without planning it, the two of them fall into a whirlwind romance that’s a bad idea for a million different reasons, yet they can’t figure out how to stay away.
Chapter One | Chapter Two
updates on fridays
thank you to @lightningboltreader and @rmd-writes for beta reading and to @reyesstrand and @welcometololaland for the additional love and encouragement <3
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tv shows with time travel organizations/bureaus/police/agencies/whatever should have a department with instead of a tech genius eating candy, it’s a harried seamstress or fashion designer who is like
“1450 italy? does it look like I have the time to dye you wool? nO. YOU’RE GOING TO THE 1980s”
and throws shoulder pads at the hapless time agent
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Walkin’ After Midnight | OrchidScript
Alex is an up-and-coming musician, staking out a claim in the bars and restaurants of Nashville; his eyes on the prize of a recording contract. Henry is a poet who happens to play piano, putting his pen to good use helping his sister translate feelings and tunes into indie punk favorites.
A chance meeting at an off-Music Row dive bar sets them off on a wrong foot and tangled schedules. Working in such close quarters, simmering emotions abound, it’s only a matter of time before Alex and Henry have no choice but to get off their high horses, blaze a trail forward.
Read it on Ao3
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BECAUSE I AM BEING PERSECUTED
PLEASE REBLOG FOR VIZ
#I very firmly feel that this persecution is deserved#you break your spaghetti?#what secret trauma did you endure that made you this way?
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Chapter 4 is up!
Tagging: @lemonlyman-dotcom and @kiwichaeng
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[6:22pm] Why do smoke detector batteries only die in the middle of the night?
T.K. is chowing down on some of Paul’s chili when his phone buzzes in his pocket. His dad is regaling the table with another of his New York exploits, this one about a rather scandalous call at a night club. T.K. had been off that night, but he’s heard the story so many times he could probably tell it word for word.
“An unbelievable amount of glitter,” his dad says as T.K. slips his phone out. As soon as he sees the text he smiles.
T.K.
[6:23pm] Are you speaking from personal experience?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[6:24pm] Yes. Two o’clock in the morning last night. Even though I change them every six months. Took me fifteen minutes to figure out which one. So tell me firefighter, why?
T.K.
[6:25pm] Bad news. Smoke detectors are sons of bitches. They’re like Santa. They see you when you’re sleeping. They know when you’re awake. And they choose to use that information for evil.
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[6:26pm] That seems like a major design flaw for a life saving device.
“Why are you smiling at your crotch?” Marjan asks from across the table.
T.K. slides his phone back into his pocket. “No reason.”
“Nobody smiles at their crotch for no reason,” Judd says, wiping at his mouth with a napkin. “You talking to a guy?”
“I wasn’t talking to anybody,” T.K. says, scooping up another spoonful of chili. It’s true. He was texting. Not talking. He’s a professional at telling the truth without actually telling it.
“I bet it’s that guy from the other night,” Paul says, a smirk on his face.
“Ooh, the hot guy with the six pack?” Mateo asks.
“Son, if you are engaged in sexting I’m going to ask you not to do it at the dinner table,” Owen says, clearly flirting with the line of dad mode and captain mode.
“I’m not sexting,” T.K. says with a roll of his eyes.
“But it is the guy from the other night?” Paul says. “Come on. You can tell us.”
“Is this what it’s like to have siblings?” T.K. asks. “Kind of glad you and Mom never got around to having more kids, Dad.”
“You’re welcome?” his dad says in a slightly bemused voice.
“Listen if you’re gonna text during dinner you’re gonna owe us some answers,” Judd says. “Least you can do for not paying attention.”
“Fine!” T.K. says. “Yes. It is the guy from the other night. His name is Carlos and he’s APD. Happy?”
“Carlos what?” Marjan asks.
T.K. stares at her. “What do you mean Carlos what?”
“What’s his last name?” she says. When he doesn’t answer she sets down her spoon. “You do know his last name, right?”
“I—“
“Are you sure he’s real?” Mateo asks, adding more cheese to his chili. “Could be a catfish situation.”
“Catfish?” Owen asks, looking confused. “You think T.K. is talking to a fish that lives in muddy water?”
Judd shakes his head. “I’ll explain it later Cap.”
“I am not being catfished,” T.K. says. “He’s a real guy. A nice guy,” he adds.
“Ooooh you’re smitten,” Paul says with a grin.
“I am not smitten!” T.K. cries.
He does not share the part where he poured his heart out the other night through texts to Carlos. Apparently his New York sob story needed to be released and a somewhat faceless, hot ass phone man seemed like an appropriate person to do it with. He’s not sure if his therapist will be thrilled or horrified.
“Just be careful what you send him,” Marjan cautions. “The internet is forever.”
“Thanks Mom,” he shoots back.
“Marjan is right,” his dad says. “I am all for you sowing your oats or Netflix and chilling or whatever you kids are calling it these days. But you should be careful.”
“One time,” Mateo says around a mouthful, “my cousin thought he was going to some girl’s place, but when he got there, it was actually a dude named Knife. He stole my cousin’s wallet and his cell phone.”
“You know sometimes I really worry about you probie,” Paul says, eyes full of genuine concern.
Mateo’s story takes the heat off of T.K. and the team spends the rest of dinner ragging on him instead.
But T.K. is still thinking about Marjan’s words hours later when he’s laying in his bunk staring at the ceiling. Everyone else is asleep; he can hear Judd’s chainsaw snores, Mateo’s sleep mumbles, and Paul’s deep breathing. Crazy how quickly those sounds have become familiar to him.
He rolls over and grabs his phone off the nightstand, turning down the brightness so it doesn’t wake anyone else up. He gnaws at his lip for a second before sending another text off to Carlos.
T.K.
[10:41pm] You’re real, right?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[10:43pm] As opposed to…?
T.K.
[10:44pm] This isn’t a Catfish situation? You’re not really a woman living in Boise who’s going to steal my credit card information?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[10:45pm] You got me. You’re my third mark this year. What gave it away?
T.K. snorts then looks around quickly to make sure he hasn’t woken anyone up. His fingers fly as he types back.
T.K.
[10:46pm] Prove it.
Office Hottie- Carlos
[10:47pm] Prove what? That I’m real? How?
T.K.
[10:47pm] Idk. Send a picture of you holding a fork.
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[10:47pm] …a fork?
T.K.
[10:48pm] Four tines? Used for food? Popular with mermaids?
There’s no response and T.K. sets the phone down on his chest. He’s stupid. This is stupid. What kind of stupid person asks someone who’s basically a stranger to send a picture of themselves with a fork at this time of night?
T.K. winces. Weirdest booty call ever.
His phone vibrates and when he lifts it up he has to clap a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.
Carlos has sent a selfie of him holding a fork. His eyes are squinty, like he’s barely awake, and there’s a hint of scruff on his face. His hair is all mussed and he looks so adorable that T.K. feels a very strong urge to kiss him.
He’s also shirtless. Which makes T.K. feel a very strong urge to put his mouth other places.
T.K.
[10:55pm] Do you ever wear a shirt?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[10:55pm] I was in bed. This is how I sleep. And you’re welcome that I got up to prove my legitimacy to you.
T.K.
[10:55pm] Thanks. Do you want me to prove mine?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[10:56pm] No need.
T.K.
[10:57pm] No need? What does that mean?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[10:57pm] I know you’re real.
T.K. thinks for a minute and then his mouth falls open.
T.K.
[10:58pm] Did you background check me officer?!
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[10:58pm] …I plead the fifth….
T.K.
[10:59pm] You did!
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:00pm] Okay fine, I did. I wanted to know more about you.
Warmth blooms in his chest, but then is immediately doused like a bucket of cold water has been thrown on it. If Carlos ran a background check…
T.K.
[11:01pm] So…you know about the shooting then?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:01pm] Yeah. And the incident at the bar.
Shit. He’d really rather Carlos not know about the bar. He wishes nobody knew about the bar. Having his dad pick him up from jail had been a low point in their first few months in Austin. It had taken weeks for his split lip to heal. At least he hadn’t been charged. He hadn’t realized there was still a record of some kind though.
T.K.
[11:02pm] Great. So you’ve seen the highlight reel of all my finest Austin moments.
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:02pm] I actually already knew about the shooting. It was kind of big news. I just didn’t realize it was you.
T.K.
[11:03pm] Yep. That’s me. Remembered for my near death experience and getting my ass kicked.
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:03pm] I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have looked.
T.K.
[11:03pm] It’s okay. Like you said, you already knew about the shooting. And it’s my fault the bar thing is on record anyway. It was really stupid.
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:03pm] Everybody makes mistakes T.K.
T.K.
[11:04pm] Well I already spilled my guts to you about New York. So you know I’ve made more than a few.
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:04pm] So have I. You just don’t know them yet.
Why does that small bit of empathetic understanding make his heart ache? His therapist would probably say something about how he always feels like he’s too much for people to handle and Carlos choosing kindness instead of running away at the first signs of T.K.’s baggage.
T.K.
[11:05pm] Do you think it’s weird that we never met before the other day? Since we’re both first responders?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:05pm] Not really. Austin’s a big city.
T.K. rotates his phone in his hand a few times, getting his nerve up.
T.K.
[11:06pm] Would you want to hang out? Sometime?
Officer Hottie- Carlos
[11:09pm] Like a date?
The alarm blares and T.K. immediately shoots upward, pulling on his boots and turnout pants as everyone else does the same. The fire is a big one and they don’t get back to the station until four am. By then it’s way too late to text Carlos back and honestly, he’s too exhausted to even form words. He drops into his bunk and falls immediately asleep.
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Missing Moments
Season Three
A series of canon compliant tags and a continuing storyline that follows along with the show but digs deeper into TK and Carlos’s relationship, their individual struggles, and the love they build together.
Find links to individual stories below, or read the whole collection at the link above.
3x1 - Imperfect pieces pulling at the glue (T)
3x2 - Up in smoke (E)
3x3 - Wayfaring stranger (T)
3x4 - Homeward bound (T)
3x5 - Reconstruction (M)
3x6 - All these sacred melodies (E)
3x7 - Everest to Mariana (E)
3x8 - "You have one new message..." (E)
season one fics season two fics
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Live To Tell
In 2019, TK Strand is struggling. Reeling from his most recent relapse, an encounter with an eerie stranger alters the course of his life forever. He spends a harrowing eighteen hours as a missing person, and what happens that night creates a domino effect that follows him years into the future.
In 2023, as TK settles into a beautiful life — sober and healthy — with his soulmate, Carlos Reyes, the monster from his past comes back out of nowhere.
And this time, he’s coming for both of them…
Chapter One
Chapter Two (Coming Soon)...
Heed the tags
💛
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Thank you for kicking us off & for the tag @thisbuildinghasfeelings !!! 💕 There is such a plethora of early season three fics that I’ve decided to stick to one specific theme.
Break Up AUs
watching from the sidelines by @maxbegone TK tries to be friends with Carlos after the breakup. Feeling like he ruined their relationship, he’s maybe a little too supportive in his efforts to push Carlos to date someone new. Angsty and soft!
Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by kessthenorthface I will scream to anybody who will listen about this fic for the rest of my life!!! This fic is so angsty and gritty and gorgeous. Ahh!! I left my first comment on this fic! Set 15 months after the breakup, Carlos is now a detective and he’s dating the qb for the Houston Texans. TK has been working tirelessly to pay off his debts and build up his credit, trying to better himself since the breakup. They’re thrown back together when they’re both called to a murder scene and Carlos enlists TK’s help catching a killer who’s targeting young gay men in ATX.
A safe distance by @tailoredshirt TK risks his life to save Carlos, his ex-boyfriend, during a mass shooting incident. Poor TK is left traumatized and agonizes over how/if he should talk to Carlos. Very angsty and juicy!
The Sex Pollen Incident by @hoko-onchi-writes The 126 + Carlos respond to a scene where sex pollen has been released (I’m not at all familiar with this trope!) and of course TK & Carlos breathe it in and need to bang it out. The actual emergency response is really exciting, the TNT dynamics are on point. This one is fun and funny and gives us a really sweet look into both TK and Carlos’s mindsets during the breakup. And then there’s a lotta hot sex 😂
you make me live now, honey by @ithilien-writes Carlos reconnects with Iris during the breakup and she’s the one who ends up moving into the loft. A very well done exploration into what could have happened if Iris came back in season three, and imo the way the show should have done it!!
I Swear I Love You (Te Juro Que Te Amo) by @never-blooms Ex-Mas!!! Noche Buena takes a turn when Andrea invites TK to the party. An absolutely stunning fic!!! I love a good Nocha Buena story and this one was so warm and full of everything I would expect: family, nosy siblings and aunties, chisme, delicious food and so much music!
The Ruins of Wonderland by @carlos-in-glasses Canon divergence wherein the winter storm does not hit, and TK and Carlos both attend Nancy’s 126 hang. In true Cig style this one is devastatingly angsty wrapped up in beautiful descriptive prose and ends with hilarious sex mishaps. I laughed out loud. I died…
Tagging the above authors if they’d like to play and also @paperstorm @herefortarlos @vineofroses @bonheur-cafe @ladytessa74 @literateowl @toomanycupsoftea @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @heartstringsduet @guardian-angle22 @certifiedflower @noxsoulmate @nancygillianmvp @sznofthesticks @morganaspendragonss @chicgeekgirl89 and OPEN TAG 🏷️
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the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.
this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing.
readers. like. reblog. leave a comment.
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They Take Their Shots, We’re Bulletproof
Updating Mondays and Thursdays
Alex is desperate for a new job. When he sees an opening with the Crown, he applies, hoping for the best.
Henry is in need of a new bodyguard. His equerry presents him with an unconventional option: an American.
Henry has never felt so safe with a bodyguard. Alex has never felt so comfortable with a charge. But what happens when their chemistry is undeniable? Are they in more danger if their professional and personal lines are blurred?
chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen
chapter sixteen
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I really, really wish the show had given Paul the space to talk about how he felt when he woke up from surgery.
Brian even talked about this in his interview but that aspect of his story never made it to screen:
Marjan was given space to talk about what happened between them, but when it came time for them to reunite as friends, he just apologizes. The audience is left to believe that he treated his friend poorly without understanding why.
Maybe they'll give him space to do that if they continue to track this storyline, but it seems like it's mostly wrapped up.
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Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses, @sznofthesticks, @bonheur-cafe, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad,
@whatsintheboxmh, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @thisbuildinghasfeelings,
@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @ladytessa74, and @sanjuwrites for the tags!
To tide you over until tomorrow:
“Fine!” T.K. says. “Yes. It is the guy from the other night. His name is Carlos and he’s APD. Happy?”
“Carlos what?” Marjan asks.
T.K. stares at her. “What do you mean Carlos what?”
“What’s his last name?” she says. When he doesn’t answer she sets down her spoon. “You do know his last name, right?”
“I—“
“Are you sure he’s real?” Mateo asks, adding more cheese to his chili. “Could be a catfish situation.”
“Catfish?” Owen asks, looking confused. “You think T.K. is talking to a fish that lives in muddy water?”
Judd shakes his head. “I’ll explain it later Cap.”
“I am not being catfished,” T.K. says. “He’s a real guy. A nice guy,” he adds.
“Ooooh you’re smitten,” Paul says with a grin.
“I am not smitten!” T.K. cries.
Open tag because it's late!
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WIP Wednesday
tagged by @bonheur-cafe, @paperstorm, @three-drink-amy, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @whatsintheboxmh
@freneticfloetry, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @actual-sleeping-beauty, @ladytessa74, @iboatedhere
@strandnreyes and @sanjuwrites
Thank you!
Thought I was on my last edit of Knave 4, discovered this is not true. There are some pacing issues, but at least I think all makes sense now, so progress.
Continuing today's theme of teasing.
He washes his hands, and then opens a bottle of wine and pulls out some crackers and cheese while he waits for Matt to come up, listening as TK changes and then water running as he cleans himself up. He's tempted to go back in, slide the vibrator into where TK's loose and slick, turn it on to the lowest setting just to see TK shift and squirm, but that won't do anything to help make himself look presentable by the time Matt gets there. And TK’s probably right, if Matt's stopping by on a Friday night he's probably got something that's going to require his actual attention, so he resists the urge.
no idea who hasn't been tagged, so open tag.
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Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings @janto4ev @thisbuildinghasfeelings @three-drink-amy @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @whatsintheboxmh
@freneticfloetry and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!
This snippet is from Chapter One of Live To Tell - coming pretty much as soon as I edit it 👀
(Tw: discussion of addiction and relapse)
Five days ago, he promised his mother he’d stopped using again — that he’d flushed all his pills and deleted his dealer’s number, that he was ready for another fresh start.
It hadn’t been a lie at the time — not completely. He’d kept the pills but he’d locked them away, and he really had deleted some numbers; the people he knew were the worst for his health. But the emergency stash was a cloying temptation, and his resolve had crumbled within days; quicker than usual. He realised, the moment he reached back out for the pills, that he hadn’t been ready at all. He’d only wished that he could have been. He hadn’t wanted to burn his mother’s pride, to turn it all to ashes between them. So he returned the pills to the empty drawer in his dresser, and he just never told his mother. He swallowed them down in his bedroom, alone. He simply carried on keeping quiet.
“Almost a week,” she tells him now, and something in TK’s chest turns hollow, howls with the ache of the words.
“Right,” he breathes. “I guess.”
No pressure tags below the cut! 💛
@birdclowns @catanisspicy @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-tk @detective-giggles @eclectic-sassycoweyes @fitzherbertssmolder @goodways @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand @lemonlyman-dotcom @mooshkat @meditating-honey-badger @noxsoulmate @orchidscript @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @sanjuwrites @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @vineofroses @safeaswrites @chaotictarlos @welcometololaland and YOU if you’re not tagged and wanna play 💛
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Thank you @lemonlyman-dotcom @cha-melodius @jmagnabo92 for the tags!
Should be the last share from the Neighbors AU before I post sometime this weekend, maybe.
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Alex doesn’t know what happened.
One second he was making a mental list of all the things he had to do when he got to the office (1. Top off his coffee. 2. See if there’s anything to the claims of voter suppression from the Richards campaign out in Grand Rapids. 3. Have an all-consuming but totally low-key breakdown in the bathroom about what will happen if Senator Luna doesn’t win in November. 4. Help the interns put together SWAG bags for the fundraiser next week in Flagstaff.) and the next he was on the cold ground looking up at the cloud filled sky.
“Are you all right?”
A voice, soft and British and fucking lovely floats down.
It’s his hot neighbor, the one with the long legs, cashmere sweaters, and adorable beagle who moved in three months ago, but Alex has yet to introduce himself to.
This is not the way he thought it would happen.
He thought it would be a nice bottle of wine or whiskey—and glasses from the gift shop near campaign headquarters, the ones with the city grid etched into them. Maybe a couple of tea towels or coasters. Something simple and fun.
It would be late and his neighbor would invite him in for a drink and they’d get to talking and….
Alex isn’t looking for a boyfriend—not with how busy he is—but they could have fun.
But work got in the way and time passed and suddenly it felt too awkward to welcome him to the neighborhood when he was already set and settled.
“Can you hear me?”
Alex turns his head to watch slipper clad feet start down the steps followed closely by dog paws.
“Careful,” Alex tells him before he hits the bottom, “it’s really—.”
His neighbor gets two steps from the stoop when he goes down, hard, landing with a thud beside Alex.
“Slippery,” Alex finishes.
“Fuck,” his neighbors says. “Ouch.”
“Yeah,” Alex agrees. “You know, it’s the property owners responsibility to remove snow and ice from the sidewalk in front of their home.”
“Bloody hell. You could sue me.”
“I could. Probably get you to pay for any medical bills I might accrue.”
“Will you have medical bills?”
“Probably not. I think my ass broke my fall.”
His neighbor makes a strangled sound then coughs.
Tagging: @suseagull04 @anincompletelist @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @magicandarchery @maxbegone @orchidscript
@oxfordslutphase @fullsunsets @sunshinestrand @cricketnationrise
@liminalmemories21 @luainthewild @youcancallmekathyp @bitbybitwrites
@henryspearl @inexplicablymine
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