Wip Wednesday!

Thank you for the tags @alltheirdamn @joelmillerisapunk @milla-frenchy @burntheedges @sawymredfox 🩷

I am working on a pile of things, and my docs are a mess right now. But here is a sneak peek at some things I’ve got in the works!

1. QZ! Joel

He cups your chin again, turning you slightly to him as his calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair behind the slope of your ear, breathing down your neck as you finally smell him. He smells woodsy, summer sweat kissing the air, cheap whiskey filling your senses. Then he looks deep in your eyes, one hand falling slowly to the top of the table, fingertips curling over the scratched wood, his jaw flexing as his eyes travel down to your lips for just a second, a breath in time. And suddenly you’re frozen in place, waiting for something to happen, something that shouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t, he’s not…

Another soft graze of his rough knuckles to your cheek and then the front door slams open, sending both of you back in your chairs.

2. Still chipping away at ch 5 of dbf! Joel

After you and Joel have showered and thrown on white, silky robes, you sit on the balcony and watch the sunset paint the sky purple and amber colors that look like a masterpiece. You lean into Joel on the reclining chair, letting his fingertips trace up and down your arms slowly while his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you ask, watching the waves slowly lap against the sand while he murmurs in your ear.

“Mhm, gorgeous.” He grazes his lips against your cheek and whispers sweet words into your ear. “You wanna go back inside? Let me make love to my girl,” he whispers as he trails another kiss over your cheek.

You spin around and smile up at him. “Okay, handsome. What’d you have in mind?” you giggle.

He smirks down at you and chuckles. “You remember when we were watching Scream on Halloween night, and I asked about the whole handcuff thing?”

You raise your eyebrows in question and nod. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, don’t exactly have the handcuffs, but that black silk ribbon I asked you to bring? Gonna use that to tie you to the headboard. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. That what you want?” he asks with a long Southern drawl, eyes darkening as he speaks to you in a deep voice.

You gulp and nod your head. “Okay, daredevil. Take me to bed then,” you whisper into the shell of his ear.

3. Modern day witch trial Joel one shot!

He remembers everything. The pain, the loss, the absolute horror of living day after day in a town full of demons. And now he bleeds himself dry night after night, day after day. He has nothing left to give, no fight present in him. Now he’s just a hollow body, a broken man cursed to live in a place he so desperately despises. He wants out. God, does he want out.

But now there’s you. The woman he’s pined after for months. The rare beauty that captured his black heart, a ray of sunshine that showed him the light. It was the small smiles and grazing of skin, the gifted flowers, the afternoon small talks in the wildflower fields. He wishes he got the chance to kiss you, to tell you how much you saved him after his daughter was taken from him. But now it’s too late. He couldn’t save Sarah, and now he can’t save you. And it kills him, it fucking kills him.

He hears your gut wrenching screams, hears the crowd chant “Witch” repeatedly as his ears bleed dry. He covers his ears, kneels on the ground as dirt covers the fabric of his worn pants. He can’t hear it, can’t bear to know they’re torturing you. He wants to murder all of them, burn the whole goddamn town down, and maybe he will. Maybe this will push him to his last straw. He certainly won’t watch them burn you. No. He has to do something, anything.

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Hahaha my computer's borked, so until I can reinstall windows looks like I'll be writing exclusively on my phone.

From scratch.

Cause all my fanfiction is saved in scrivener format and I don't have an iphone to use the app. 😩

How can we dance when I silenced the song 💜🩶🤍🖤 29k

(7/7 complete)

Using this as my Wip Wednesday tagged by @thekristen999 @hoodie-buck @tizniz @wikiangela @actualalligator 💜🖤🤍🩶

This is all finished Demi!eddie my beloved finds his happily ever after. Wanted to get it all finished out before the next episode and Eddie’s decision making skills disintegrate completely in cannon. 😉

Chapter 7 (7k)

Buck is struggling to untie one of his  shoelaces.

He’s been at it for several minutes now. It’s his own fault, he never unties his trainers when he takes them off and obviously he did them too tight this time and now he can’t loosen the knot.  Eddie watches surreptitiously as Buck struggles, equally amused and horrified at the level of concentration required for the task.

Why he loves him he has no idea, but he does. The warm feeling in his chest is washed away by a sudden wave of guilt. Another month has disappeared since he got back from Texas and he still hasn’t done it.  

He really should. He needs to, he wants to but now they’re at the end of yet another shift and Eddie knows if he puts it off again he’ll probably never do it. He’s been making excuses forever but he really does want to tell Buck about himself. He wants to tell him about how he’s discovered he’s queer too, thank him for his part in that, share this with him like he shares everything else. He just hasn’t found the right time. 

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OK-so it's Wednesday and WIPs and all that

ok so i meant to get back to hockey and books 'cuz that's where i wanna be right now but my brain was in a not so creative place until someone broke me out of it last night

so for wirp wednesday i got bits of a new thing that is gonna be part of a series NOT-SO-MUCH ONE NIGHT STANDS (cuz well they don't necessarily stay that way) that i've already got 2 fics going for - one firstprince and one liam/pez cuz well that's apparently really becoming a thing for me

so first thanks @suseagull04 for the out of context lines tag - i have something for that too (not one of those other ones) throwing this on here too cuz i can lol

He kisses Henry on the cheek, whispers, “Get me whatever you wanna share,” and sneaks up to the office when everyone is finalizing the breakfast order

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Now, it’s moments like right now, where he’s biting his way across Alex’s thighs, thighs sprinkled with just the right amount of hair, hairy in the way that Henry likes, not just a dusting but actual hair that catches on his tongue as he lavishes the spots he’s sucked bruises into. These moments are the ones that make him so glad he got away from everything else. He can have this anonymous moment with someone so hot he doesn’t want to kick him out the way he has the others eventually. It’s halfway through the morning after, and they’ve yet to get out of bed for more than bathroom trips – one of those with some spectacular moments in the shower – and some quick trips to the kitchen for drinks and some quick snacks when Alex lures him into turning on the tv and watching a movie after round three. They barely make it through the movie when Henry is orgasming for the fourth time that night. Henry is no stranger to multiple orgasms; he’s in his low 20s and knows that brings with it a quicker refractory period. But Alex, the stranger who’s fast working on filling Henry in on every aspect of his life so it no longer feels that way, is doing things for that quick refractory period he’s never experienced before.  Henry doesn’t know how he got so lucky last night when he accompanied Pez and Liam to the club, but he is beyond happy that Liam decided to bring his friend, and that said friend was agreeable to finding his way into Henry’s bed.

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by @tizniz @diazsdimples @paperstorm @disasterbuckdiaz @carlos-in-glasses @wikiangela @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @exhuastedpigeon rereading my buddie bachelorette au to get remember what I wrote and I really like this bit so here it is so you can (hopefully) like it too! (also you can tell I wrote pre-7x01 with chris' reaction lmaoo)

“You remember that show Tia Pepa likes to watch? The Bachelorette?” 

Chris’ nose scrunches in disgust. “You mean that one where a girl gets a bunch of boyfriends and they all fight over her? And for some reason you pretend not to like it?”

The automatic reaction to deny his liking for the show is on the tip of his tongue before he knows it. He stops when he sees Chris’ knowing eyes. What they say about children being a blessing and curse is right. “Nevermind. What I came to ask you about is, well - How would you feel about me being on that show? To try to get a girlfriend?”

There’s a long silence as Chris studies him. Eddie holds his breath, waiting for a response. 

“You’re not going to get a girlfriend on there, Dad.” He picks up his controller and is about to go back to his game when Eddie places a hand over his.

“Now, hang on, what do you mean by that? Do you not believe I can?” He expected Chris to protest, to throw something. Akin to when he told him he was dating Ana. He expected disbelief. Who would believe their dad to go on a reality show to find love? That’s the beginning of the worst bad joke if Eddie’s ever heard one. 

Chris snorts, as if the answer is obvious. “You needed my help to ask Marisol out and then she didn’t even call you back after your date. You’re hopeless.” A second passes. “How did you get Mom to marry you?”

It’s a joke, Eddie knows that. But it’s also a genuine question. It makes Eddie’s heart melt in a way that brings tears to his eyes. “You know what? I ask myself that all the time, Superman.” He wraps his arm around Chris in a one armed hug. Something that Chris immediately protests too, yet Eddie knows he secretly loves. “So how long do you think I’m going to last, mijo?”

Chris rolls his head to the side, thinking about it. “A week.” 

Eddie whistles, taking the blow. “Hope you got a betting pool going.” Not that he wants his only child to become a gambler. However if there’s one person to win on how long he lasts the show, he’d rather it be his son.

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WIP Wednesday Thursday ✨

So I’ve not been doing great ™️ lately. I’ve been insanely busy and I haven’t been writing much because I’m indecisive as hell and didn’t know what to do. I’ve also really been doubting my own skills, so yeah it’s been… a ride.

ANYWAY, enough complaining! I’ve got a new wip going (shocking I know!), called the asthma fic in which a fight between Buck and Eddie leads Buck to have an asthma attack despite not having had one for years 🥴

A huge shoutout to @tizniz who helped me brain storm this fic 💕 and thank you to everyone who keeps tagging me, you’re much appreciated 💕

(Snippet and tags under cut)

Despite only sitting at an arm’s length, Buck feels like he’s a world away from Eddie. Normally the silence is comfortable, it’s safe and sometimes even wanted after a long shift. But right now, Buck is counting all of the many times that his parents did this to him. Didn’t want to deal with him and his feelings. He has to give up counting - there’s way too many times that he remembers and probably just as many that he’s forgotten all about. Expect his body hasn’t.

He traces the back of his hand, carefully picking at the skin as he swallows dryly, Eddie still not speaking. Eddie doesn’t say anything until they reach the main road. Buck doesn’t dare to be the one to break the silence, afraid of the consequences and the wrath that he without a doubt deserves.

“Buck, what the hell?” are the first words out of Eddie’s mouth. He doesn’t even turn his head to look at Buck but Buck is watching him carefully, his small mannerisms that indicates that this time Buck really fucked up.

Eddie’s jaw is locked tight, his nails are almost digging into the leather of the steering wheel and he’s shaking his head a little, shaking it in disapproval, Buck knows that much. “You can’t just…” Eddie takes a deep breath, wanting to get ahold of himself but all of the emotions and words inside his head are welling over, breaking the dam.

“You can’t just do shit like that, you know? You can’t just change plans without telling me about it. Especially not when it’s about Chris” He speaks.

Buck nods vaguely, not Eddie can see it anyway. He knows how much Christopher means to Eddie, that he will always be his first priority which is also totally reasonable. He just doesn't want this to be the thing that breaks them.

He can feel the tears brimming in his eyes, threatening to fall as the tightness in his chest increases and he coughs lightly, trying to shield Eddie from the fact that breathing is starting to become an ongoing struggle.

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about it” Buck says and glances at Eddie who scoffs and pinches the bridge of his nose again. It reminds him a little too much of his father, ignoring him and walking away if he became too much to handle. They didn’t care. They were so busy mourning the son that they had lost that they forgot to nurture the one that was left. Maddie. Maddie was always there for him. She never gave up on him.

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WIP Wednesday!

Happy Wednesday, my loves! I haven't been as interactive today because I've been wildly busy packing and preparing to jet off on an adventure this weekend to try to meet that dude in the lovely banner that @indestructibleheart made for me. Asking kindly for all the prayers, good wishes, vibes, and manifestations you possibly can for me and for @thinkof-england as we try and make our literal dreams come true on Saturday. But I promise I will get to reading y'all's lovely words as soon as I'm able! I'm not done screaming at y'all! Not ever!

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As I said earlier, I haven't had much time this week, so I'm gonna peruse through At the end of a bar, chapter 4 for a little longer-than-normal snippet, I do believe.

It’s typical small talk for the majority of the meal, with Pez moaning wantonly after each bite and lamenting their mutual inability to cook anything more than toast, pointedly and loudly saying if I had someone around to make me fat and happy, I’d never leave bed with a wink at Henry, who’s silently wishing that the earth might open and swallow him whole. Alex is the one who politely - and with a hint of color in his cheeks that has Henry wanting to commission a painting dedicated to finding the precise shade of pink and giving it a name - redirects the conversation to how the two best mates came to meet. While Pez delivers a soliloquy to rival even the most animated of actors, complete with sweeping hand gestures and too-long pauses for dramatic effect, Henry watches Alex. Brown eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity, he leans forward with his chin in his hand, one elbow propped on the tabletop, and Henry’s stomach swoops at the sight. It certainly is not made any more tolerable by the presence of Alex’s foot, gently rubbing up and down Henry’s ankle beneath the table. Or Alex’s foot dragging up Henry’s leg, until he’s pressing against the inside of Henry’s knee. Or Alex’s foot pressing forward between Henry’s spread legs to rub against his– “Right,” Henry says, wincing at the sound of his chair scraping against the dining room floor. "I’m just going to take a quick shower.”

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WIP Wednesday

It's Thursday already but who cares lol

Tagged by @dear-massacre hey queen ✨

I've been consumed by my Predators fic. I'm on the verge of writing the climax - the scene I've been twirling in my mind since like August. I'm vibrating. Anyway, here's some miscommunication angst.

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Derek wasn’t sleeping, not like Stiles hoped.

“Stiles…”

“No.” Stiles marched to the nightstand under Derek’s intense gaze, plopped on the table, and unzipped the first aid kit that he had brought with him.

“We need to talk.”

“Derek.” Stiles looked at him with pleading eyes. “It’s late. I had a shit day — I’ve been shot at for fuck’s sake. Can we please talk it out tomorrow? You can scream and scold me for as long as you like but… tomorrow, okay?”

“I wasn’t gonna scream at you.”

“Great.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Excellent.” Stiles ripped the new set of bandages out of the kit. “Give me your hands.”

“I cleaned them already.” Derek showed him the freshly bandaged hands.

Oh.

Stiles’ shoulders sagged, as he breathed out. “Okay.” He swallowed. “Is it bad?”

Derek’s gaze had yet to move from Stiles’ defeated figure. He looked just as tired as Stiles felt, if not even more.

“It’s fine.”

Stiles hesitated. “You did a number on him…” Did Derek disinfect his cuts? Did he break any bones? What if his skin was badly split? What if Derek got an infection — god, humans were so fragile!

“I’m okay, Stiles,” said Derek.

Shut the fuck up, you clingy weirdo, that’s what he meant.

Stiles couldn’t cry. That would be just another fucking humiliation on top of all others.

Instead, he nodded, zipped the kit, and put it behind himself on the table. Without meeting Derek’s gaze — if the man even cared to look at him — Stiles turned off the main light and went to his side of the bed.

“Stiles?”

“Mm?” He put his phone on the nightstand and turned off the light on his side.

“Come here.”

Stiles stopped with one knee on the bed and threw a confused glance at Derek.

He looked beautiful even with the dim light hiding his tired features; the tantalizing silhouette of his strong shoulders stood out sharply against the glow.

“You want to have sex?” Stiles asked, hesitating.

It seemed like he said something wrong because Derek’s face closed off immediately. Still, a wisp of some raw feeling managed to slip through.

“No,” he muttered, looking away.

Stiles should’ve expected a “no”, should’ve been prepared for it, yet hearing it right now hurt so fucking much, like someone was tearing his heart fiber by fiber.

No.

No need for his comfort or his offers of care. Derek didn’t even need his body anymore.

Stiles nodded and got under the covers with his back turned to Derek. He didn’t close his eyes, not until Derek moved. After a few minutes of dense silence, Derek turned off the light and lay down as well.

Stiles was surprised, however, when an arm slithered around his waist and settled on his stomach.

He didn’t understand. Why was Derek getting close? Did he really have to press his body to Stiles like that—

“You know you’re here not just for sex, right?”

No, Derek keeping him for sex would’ve been too easy. The problem wasn’t the sex, it was the lack of fucking consent.

What Derek probably didn’t understand was that Stiles would’ve stayed with him on any conditions — as a friend, a roommate, or a sex toy — if only they came from Derek himself.

“I know,” he said, closing his hand over Derek’s. “I understand. Let’s sleep.”

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Wip Wednesday

Thank you for the tag dear @artsyunderstudy I always love when you tear my heart out 😂❤️

So full disclosure, I haven't written anything this week. I have exams today, tomorrow and after tomorrow too 😭 but after that I'm done. I'm free. Almost there, I can already taste it.

Anyway, have another snippet from The Naked Truth, coming soon to an AO3 near you:

I feel so… weird, every time Snow talks to me. Cracked open and exposed. Like he’s finally looking at me—finally willing to see me for once—and I’m under the impression it’s got nothing to do with my state of undress.  When he leaves again, I start making a list, titled Potential truths to tell Simon Snow. Obviously, we won’t know for sure which one is right until we’ve tested them. I’m just frantically trying to think of anything other than a love confession—trying to find a truth that won’t force me to spit my heart out at Snow’s feet.  I’m coming up empty.

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So don't be mad, OK? I'm posting another snippet of this. (Under the cut because it got long) That being said, it's going to be the last one for a while until I finish some other stuff. Aaaand it's written in a POV I'm not sure I'm gonna keep. With that in mind... enjoy???? Also everybody who's into this thank James for forcingmaking me flesh out more details and @watchyourbuck for threatening me (with love ofc).

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Shit. This moment calls for a lot of different emotions, but that one is the most prominent. The glaring neon sign at the forefront of her brain as she registers the second pink line that’s becoming increasingly blurry. 

She brings a hand to her mouth, covering a silent exclamation. She wouldn’t have to. It’s not like there’s anybody around to hear. Just the secondhand furniture, personal items moved from her Mom’s place, and a few decorative things she bought to make the apartment more cozy. 

She sinks to the bed still clutching the plastic stick tightly between her fingers. Something about sitting there feels almost like she’s breaking the laws of a sacred space. Normally that would be right up her alley. Poking at the edges of societal norms just to see what she could get away with. But right now, perched on the edge of the mattress with a positive pregnancy test feels wrong. Even if it is the same place it happened. The place where her and Eddie first stumbled into something more than friendship together after too many drinks at the bar one night. Where they woke up the next morning and muddled through Did we just… and We could do it again. Where they kept landing until they had the guts to admit it was fun, but not what either of them really wanted. Because they both missed their best friend and enjoying each other without the expectations of romance. 

Not to mention the Evan of it all. Shannon had seen it coming from a mile away. From the first week her and Eddie met him at the Brass Bell and kept managing to run into him as he settled into town. 

A few people, one or two of her girlfriends included, whispered about Eddie and Evan getting together so quickly after the “breakup”. Some, thinking they were being supportive, came to her bitching about how rotten the situation was and that she deserved better. How dare he leave her for someone he barely knows? Honestly, it gave her a great deal of satisfaction watching them go pale when she casually mentioned she not only didn’t mind, but had pushed Eddie towards him. 

It was already obvious that her and Eddie weren’t heading for anything serious. And, as his self proclaimed platonic soulmate who knows him better than he knows himself, she felt it was only a matter of time anyway. Why delay the inevitable?

She looks at the two lines again. How is she going to tell him? He’s the happiest she’s seen him in a long time. Maybe ever. Without question, he’s going to feel that overwhelming sense of loyalty and responsibility. The same fiercely protective instinct he has for Sophia and Adriana. Shannon can already see him devoting himself to this– Fuck, she can’t even think the word to herself. But he’ll throw himself into caring for her and break Evan’s heart. She can’t let him do that. Not when she doesn’t even know if she wants to move forward with everything. 

Shannon sits up a little taller, wiping away the remaining dampness from her eyes and cheeks, and makes a decision. She walks the test to the closest trash can, ties up the mostly empty bag, and drops it down the building’s garbage chute. 

When she returns to her apartment, she navigates to the last picture Eddie texted of him and Evan. They look… blissful. Content. He and Evan have their arms wrapped around each other while Evan presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. His skin is flushed and rosy, making him look almost bashful. 

She can’t tell him. It’s as simple as that. Eddie hasn’t said anything, but he doesn’t have to. She knows that look. He’s in love. Even though it’ll be ages until he allows himself to admit it and say the words out loud, that doesn’t make it any less true. 

There’s still time, she thinks. Time for her to get a checkup, to gather facts, to evaluate what she wants to do. Time to let Eddie be in love and hope he forgives her for not saying anything.

WIP Wednesday

Figuring out how to weave Shannon and Eddie's love story and relationship breakdown into the NHL AU has been a fun and complicated little game. Here's a little snippet of Buck and Eddie bonding on a road trip and Eddie telling Buck about Shannon.

And just as a reminder, in my house we love and respect Shannon Diaz. There will be no Shannon bashing in this fic, but there will be Buck's POV as Eddie and Shannon work to overcome a lot of hurt feelings to become co-parents and friends again.

“Shannon’s family moved to El Paso our freshman year of high school and she was devastated because they moved away from all of her friends and from her rink. I saw her at school a few times, but the first time we really talked was at the rink. She figure staked and her mom had finally managed to scrape together enough money for some ice time for her,” Eddie says and Buck can picture young Eddie watching a faceless girl spin on the ice. “I think I fell in love with her that day, but we didn’t get together until right before I left for training with the U.S. National team for U18 Worlds our junior year of high school.” “That was 2017 right?” Buck asks because he remembers that year. It was the year before their draft and the U.S. team was stacked - they had Brady Tkachuk, Quinn Hughes, and Eddie fucking Diaz. The Canadian team hadn’t even made it out of the quarterfinals against Sweden. “I hated your guts.” “You didn’t even play us,” Eddie laughs and it sounds so fucking nice. Buck didn’t know a laugh could sound like that, deep and rich.  “You were so good,” Buck says, voice maybe too earnest. “Do you want me to talk about Worlds or do you want me to tell you my story?” Buck mimes zipping his lips and gives Eddie a closed mouth smile to prove his point.  “I come back after Worlds and Shannon and I are inseparable. She’s so cool and funny and also a total dork. I learned how to do lifts so she could practice them. I- I loved her so much,” Eddie says and Buck knows it's true. He knows in his bones that Eddie loved this woman with his whole heart. “Senior year was good, great even. I had to leave a few times for U.S. national team stuff, but I got lucky and mom found a great team for me in Tucson so I didn’t leave home like you had to. I just had to drive four hours there and four hours back every weekend.” “And then the week before the draft we found out she was pregnant, after I’d already committed to Michigan, Shannon was torn between taking a year off to travel and going to Michigan with me to try to walk on to their figure skating team. She - she was good, but her family didn’t have the resources to pay for a great trainer like mine did so she kind of got left behind in terms of her skating,” Eddie sounds sad. He sounds like it hurts him that she didn’t get the same chances he did.  “So you decided to sign your entry level contract instead of going to school,” Buck says, the pieces falling neatly into place in his head. Eddie, 18 years old getting ready to play for one of the best university programs in the U.S. and realizing he’s going to have bills to pay, bills that you can’t pay when you’re a full time student-athlete.

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mm hi pals, i'm working on the christmas fics so i haven't made progress on much of anything in the last few weeks BUT i have decided i want to get the burning house fic done before 14 march and oof, i will hit that goal

anyway, have an angsty snip i've shared before but i've made minor changes so pretend it's new

“You’ve got a lot of nerve bitching at me about Natalia when you’re no better than me.” Buck sneers, an ugly thing that twists his face up crooked and mean. “Marisol, really? I had to drag you to help fix up her place, and now you’re playing house with her?”  “Fuck you, Buck. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Buck’s barked laugh is harsh and grating. “You don’t love her and you never will,” he says, shaking his head. “She deserves better than you.”  Red hot rage shoves up in Eddie’s throat, acidic and thick. “Get out.” He moves forward and pushes Buck’s shoulders hard, ignoring the way Buck stumbles backward into the refrigerator, knocking off the pictures and nearly toppling over. He won’t hit Buck—never—but he needs Buck gone now. Right now. “Get the fuck out of my house, Buck!”  Buck rightens himself, wide-eyed and pale in the face. He holds his hands up in surrender. “You want me to leave?” he asks, small and soft. His anger’s cooled significantly from a moment ago; he looks like a frightened child, full of regret. “Eddie?”  No. No, Eddie doesn’t want Buck to leave. How could he? The itchiness in his fingertips and the chill in the center of his chest are only soothed when Buck’s around. But that smolder of fury in the pit of his stomach’s been stoked after too long and he needs Buck to leave before the cap on his wrath loosens and he takes everyone down with him again.  “Go, Buck.” The please goes unsaid, unheard. “Get out.” 

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WIP Wednesday!

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have some of the wrong number au because i just remembered she exists

When Eddie got home that night, he was exhausted. Call after call, it had been a busy day. Christopher was spending the night with Eddie’s Tia Pepa so he had the house all to himself. It was too quiet and Eddie found himself getting lost in thoughts.

Eddie sighed. He hated when he got like this. Whenever he had too much time to think, the dark cloud that was kept at bay by keeping busy would move overtop him. If he slowed down for too long his thoughts would overtake him and he’d get lost in the swirl of am I doing the right thing? Am I good enough? Were my parents right?

Eddie felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he jumped at the distraction.

Hey, how was your day?

He felt himself relax into the couch as he replied to Buck.

Busy. Dispatch is always busy but today was especially bad.

Oh? You’re a 9-1-1 dispatcher? That’s so cool, that’s what my sister does.

What do you do?

I’m a firefighter.

Oh, nice. I almost went into that when I moved to LA but I decided to go the dispatch route instead.

Where are you from?

Texas.

Oh, not too far from home then.

No, just far enough.

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More Things We're All Too Young to Know today because it's what I've been focused on since Monday night.

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“Uh, well, did you know, around the time I met you and your dad, Maddie came back into my life after not speaking to me for years?” 

Christopher’s jaw drops. “What?”

“Right?” Buck nods. “Hard to believe, now.”

“Was she mad at you?” Christopher asks. 

“No,” Buck shakes his head. “But she was stuck in a marriage to a really bad guy she wasn’t ready to leave yet, and she didn’t want to involve me in it, and I felt really, uh, lost in life, and was moving around the country every few months, looking for somewhere to belong, and Maddie and I kind of lost each other.”

Christopher blinks. “That’s really sad.”

“It was,” Buck nods. “And I got used to not having her, you know? Even though I always missed her so badly.”

Christopher ducks his head a little. “Yeah, I know that feeling.”

Right. Of course he does.

Buck reaches across the couch and gives his arm a reassuring squeeze. 

“Th-then, one day, when Maddie finally left her husband,” Buck continues. “She came to me. Showed up in the place I was living at the time. Actually, that was the same day I met your dad. Anyway, point is, we hadn’t spoken in years, but she knew that she could come to me when she needed help. And I think, maybe, your aunt feels the same way about your dad. That she can come to him for help no matter what.”

Christopher’s mouth twists to the side a little.

“That’s what brothers and sisters do for each other,” Buck shrugs. "The good ones, anyway."

“I guess I’m out of luck, there,” Christopher sighs.

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I haven't been able to work on my current WIP much this week, so here's a li'l something from the nanny AU I started a while ago instead!

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“The novelty starts to wear off around the time they learn the word why,” his dad adds drily, a teasing eyebrow quirked. “You should have at least a year to enjoy before that, though.”

Stiles refuses to let his brain drift to thoughts of whether he’ll even be around in a year to see it. Not now, not when Derek’s smile is huge and warm and so full of unbridled love as he looks between his son and Stiles, not when Jake is babbling an impressively steady stream of dadadada, much to all of their delight.

In that moment, he simply decides – fuck it.

It’s absolutely true that none of this is real. But he’s going to enjoy every second of it that he can before it all blows up in his face.

The rest of his dad’s brief visit passes easily enough; Jake regaling them all with his new word while the rest of the conversation flows freely around it. Derek is polite, saying all the right things to make the Sheriff like him, regard him with a quiet sense of approval.

When it’s time for him to head off, his dad and Derek shake hands before he rubs an affectionate hand over the growing hair on Jake’s head. Stiles offers to walk with him to his car, and they chat amiably up until they reach his cruiser, at which point his dad cuts off with a frown, leaning against the closed door of the car and levelling Stiles with a look he hasn’t seen since he was a teenager.

“What?” Stiles asks, eyes wide and something like dread welling up inside him.

His dad doesn’t answer immediately. His gaze slides along the path they just travelled before pulling back to meet Stiles’ eyes. Stiles feels his heartbeat quicken as his dad narrows his eyes.

“You need to be careful here, Stiles,” he says.

Stiles does everything he can to not show a single visible sign of how those words affect him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, forcing nonchalance.

“He’s married,” his dad presses on, as always too goddamn switched on. “He won’t feel the same way you do. And that’s not even getting into the fact that he’s your boss.”

“I don’t,” Stiles starts to deny.

“You need to get over your feelings,” his dad cuts over him, “and if you can’t do that – you need to quit.”

Stiles swallows thickly. Unconsciously, his eyes dart over to the blanket where Derek and Jake sit, Derek still with an utterly astonished look on his face as Jake repeats those two incredible syllables again and again and again. His dad’s face is kind, sympathetic, when he looks back to him, and Stiles nods once, stiff and quick.

“It’s just a crush,” he lies. “I’ll get over it.”

After a long moment, his dad nods in return. He pushes away from the car and tugs Stiles into a hug, one hand at the back of his head as he presses his lips lightly against Stiles’ temple.

“I’m just a phone call away if you ever need me,” his dad says, pulling away to look him right in the eye. “And I mean ever. You got that?”

Stiles smiles wanly. “It’s just a crush, dad. It’ll be fine.”

It's just as much of a lie for his own, stupid heart.

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wip wednesday sketch dump

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okay, so uh clearly the art won for that poll (heh, always knew the cod fic was just for me... anyhoo) here's the sketchy sketches for oc kiss week. They are very, VERY rough still so please forgive

I won't run with the usual tag list but if you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged

(Top: Kit and @dickytwister oc Elliot Fletcher, Kit and @statichvm oc Katherine O'Neill Middle: Rory and @statichvm oc Lily Watt, Rory and @direwombat oc Saoirse Monaghan Bottom: Kit and @theelderhazelnut oc Ombra, Kit and @florbelles oc Lyra Fairbanks)

*I still have a few more sketches to get done, so if you were in my replies asking for some art, its on the way*

going to tag @strangefable @isobel-thorm and @direwombat for the cod stuff since y'all were kind enough to indulge me in a little scene I wrote for chapter 11 (even if I'm still supposed to be working on chapter 9 lol)

“You were jealous, weren't you?”

“Of course I was bloody jealous, Rory. Look at you, can you really blame me? I've been with my fair share of women, but Jesus, none of them can hold a match to you, my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Listen, I've been trying my damnedest to keep my composure here. You think I went into this expecting to have this happen with my subordinate? It's rule number one and I'm here breaking it for you.” He sighed. “I had to listen to you in my fuckin’ ear, Rory. It was a goddamn nightmare.”

“And so what, you want to have that be the foundation for a relationship? The fact that I nearly died and you had to pull me out of there? That’s the foot you want to start on? It’s like I said last night, this is a dangerous game to be playing and I am not worth the trouble. I’m not worth your career.”

“And why’s that, eh?”

“I’m a fucking mess, that’s why. I’ve got nightmares, anxiety attacks, tremors, flashbacks. I’m in no place to start anything with anyone. And certainly not with someone who’s life could be upended because of me.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugged and gave a slight thrust of his pelvis as he crossed his arms over his chest. Obstinate, pigheaded right to the bitter end, refusing to back down from anything. This was Captain John Price type behavior through and through. 

“What do you mean ‘you don’t care’?”

“You think all that’s gonna keep me away from you?”

“Well it should.”

“Why?” He lowered his head, looking up at her through his brow. Constantly challenging her. 

“Trust me, after several nights of no sleep from me waking up with nightmares, you’ll understand.”

His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, the crows feet by his eyes creasing. “Someone else left you ‘cause o’that?”

Rory grimaced and bit down on her molars. Her eyes fell to the floor as she turned her head away from him. She didn’t have to say anything, her body language gave it all away.

Price’s face darkened at her reaction. If it was up to him he’d hunt down whoever it was and teach them a lesson, but that isn’t what she would want to hear.  “Christ, don’t tell me someone actually did that?”

“Of course someone did that, John. Most people who see that side of me either think of me like I’m holding on by a goddamn thread or I'm just another broken soldier. And if it's not that, it's the whole horde of other shit in my head.” She rubbed at her brow. “People don’t want to fall in love with someone like me. It’s too hard to do.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m a bit of a stubborn bastard. I’m willin’ to put in the hard work. I can be goddamn relentless when need be.”

Rory scoffed, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

He gave her a little crooked grin and stepped forward, cupping her face in his large hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly. “I’m only gonna tell you this once, darlin’.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t care about how much trouble you might be, you hear me? I have to have you, Rory. I need you to be mine, yeah? Simple as.”

It was her turn to ask the question. “Why?”

“Because if there’s anyone who’s going to understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, it's me. I wanna protect you. I wanna make sure somethin’ like this never happens again. I can’t even take the thought of you bein’ with someone else besides me.”

“I’m not willing to take the risk.”

He nodded his head slightly. “Well, I’m patient. Persistent. I can wait as long as I have to.”

“Fucking hell. You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not after what I saw last night.”