seven several sentence sunday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess 🤍 can't believe I actually have something to share hehe

Buck turns and offers a small smile because as much as they might annoy him, they haven’t actually done enough to warrant Buck being rude to them. There’s also no telling how long exactly they might have to work together. Based on Bobby’s statement this morning, it sounds like they’ll be riding together for at least the next couple of weeks, and Buck doesn’t want to turn that time into anything more frustrating than it already is. “Yeah,” he answers a little flatly, still somewhat out of breath from his last round of punches. “What’s up?” Nate offers a hesitant smile, and steps forward. “I’m sorry about earlier. I can’t help but feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I didn’t mean anything negative by my comment. I was just trying to make conversation with you— hadn’t gotten the chance before our call.” Buck nods, not really knowing what other route to take.  “All good,” he settles on. “No harm, no foul.” Offering a hand to shake on seems like the move at that point, and Nate takes it graciously and gives him a firm shake. All seems good until, with hands still latched onto each other’s, Nate’s smile curls into something more like a smirk as he licks his lips.  Oh. No. Noooo. Buck’s own smile falters as he pulls his hand away a little too quickly. “I have to go find Hen,” is all he manages to blurt out before making a run for the locker rooms. “Oh my God, he likes you!” Hen whisper shouts. “Shut up!” Buck hisses at her. “I’m not even sure—” “But with the staring he’s been doing in combination with that kind of look—” “W-wait. What staring?” Hen raises an eyebrow at him.  “The kind he’s doing right now from across the loft,” she says, eyes straying from his face for a split second in her version of a subtle nod in his direction.

tagging @princessfbi @bigfootsmom @mellaithwen @homerforsure - sorry if y'all already posted hehe

kurahi fluff from an upcoming fic…

Kurama sits at his desk beside the window, chin in one hand while the other dutifully writes in a notebook, with his textbooks and stationery neatly laid out beside him. The sill is lined with plants of various shapes, sizes, and shades of green, some blooming and some not.

If he looks closely enough, Hiei can see his lips moving; he’s talking absentmindedly to his greenery while he works, an action so foolish that Hiei finds it as endearing as he does frustrating. He’s seen him do it before, back when he dropped by at night to persuade him into joining his proposed partnership.

“Allegedly, it helps them grow,” Kurama had said.

“Don’t you grow them with your energy? That sounds like some made-up human thing,” he’d replied.

“Perhaps I just like to, then.”

Hiei smiles at him through the window without realizing he’s doing it.

~

So yeah HC: Kurama likes to talk to his plants and Hiei thinks it’s stupidly adorable.

READ MY 🔞 ULTRAKILL FANFIC

so much for not writing the fic

“Mr Morality...?” A voice called, sounding unsure and scared.

Patton looked over from Logan and Roman to where his name was being called from - it was Anxiety.

“I... I don't feel so good...”

fanfic.txt

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @bigfootsmom​! and for the first time in forever, I have something new to share!

“I’m fine,” Buck said, but his voice cracked all the same and his racing heart still had him out of breath. “You’re bleeding,” is what Chimney shot back with. Oh.  “It’s not a lot,” Eddie assured him. “You know how head wounds are.” Buck nodded absentmindedly, not even knowing what head wound he was talking about, and Eddie tried again to ask him what happened.  “H-He showed up early,” Buck said and weakly waved his hand in the general direction of the side of the building. “I was… I was just taking out the trash.”  “Can someone get him a chair?” Chimney shouted out, then turned back to Buck with wide and worried eyes. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” Oh God, this was embarrassing. He was fine!  “Guys,” Buck said, words more steady than before. “I’m— I’m fine, okay? I just need some ice for my head or something.” Nervous laughter bubbled from his lips, but no one joined in. “Buck,” Eddie whispered gently, with a squeeze to his hand. “You’re shaking and swaying. Let us help, okay? Bobby’s calling Athena.” “Oh,” Buck blinked. Once it was pointed out, Buck couldn’t help but notice. He also couldn’t help but feel a little silly with all of this attention over him because of a few bumps, but he still muttered out a small, “Okay.”

tagging @princessfbi @homerforsure @mellaithwen 🤍

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @mellaithwen and this time i actually have something new to share!

Eddie hesitated for only a second before he rested the pad of his thumb across Buck’s cheek and tilted his head for a better look. Buck let him with a shaky exhale, and someone at his side winced in sympathy.

“I’m going to get the med kit,” Hen decided and turned back toward the trucks.

“I’m fine,” Buck said, but his voice cracked all the same and his racing heart still had him out of breath.

“You’re bleeding,” is what Chimney shot back with.

Oh.

“It’s not a lot,” Eddie assured him. “You know how head wounds are.”

coming soon to a fanfiction site near you!

tagging @princessfbi @bigfootsmom @maygrantgf @heartbeatdiaz

Summary: In the aftermath of their third battle, Gabriel and V1 finally figure out how to communicate. Naturally, they get weird and horny about it immediately.

Ao3 tags below the cut ⬇️

Tags: Canon Compliant, It/Its Pronouns for V1 (ULTRAKILL), He/Him Pronouns for Gabriel (ULTRAKILL), V1 Uses Sign Language, Light Dom/sub, Small Dom/Big Sub, Fighting Kink, Blood and Injury, Gabriel (ULTRAKILL) Gets Stepped On, Religious Themes, First Time, Sexual Experimentation, Undressing, No One Has Any Genitalia But Sex Finds a Way, Hand Jobs, Robot Sex, Blood Kink, Blood Donation, Light Masochism, Dry Humping, Scratching, Electricity, Orgasm Delay, Simultaneous Orgasm

WIP Game

🤍 tagged by @bigfootsmom @lesbianmaygrant @mellaithwen and @herodiaz days ago i’m just soooo late to the party

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

beaten up buck

blood

omega probie buck

station takeover

wasn’t supposed to happen

haunted au

isolated buck (not a post lawsuit before anyone asks)

hen + buck hostage fic

I technically have more but I’m pretty sure I’m abandoning them. ‪¯\_(ツ)_/¯‬ ASK AWAY PLS!

tagging: @princessfbi @homerforsure @uhhrellys @swiftiediaz @dijkstraspath @yikesbuckley sorry if you already did it, i just need people to tag oops

ISOLATED BUCK idc if you’ve told me already tell me more 👁👁

this was one of the most popular ones requested and i’m SO late to respond but here it is!

isolated buck is about a new dispatcher entering the friend group via maddie and chimney, but for some reason, he doesn’t like buck. but he hides his dislike well, and buck is happy that maddie has another friend who is supportive of her and gets along well with chimney as well and doesn’t wanna take that away from them. so he chooses to ignore the friend. until things take a turn 🫣 this includes all the buckley siblings love, lots of whump, and buddie!

Omega Probie buck please xoxo definitely not princessfbi in a pair of stylish but affordable sunglasses and sun hat

bestie you are literally the person who knows the most about omega probie buck after me! i planned 90% of this universe in your DMs 🤣

that being said, i guess i could tease a snippet. i’m not sure if i’m going to use this in the final draft but i was toying with it 🤷

There is no doubt that Buckley is physically capable of handling the job. He showed exceptional work when first starting, but the quality of his work declined quickly. He appears to lack the critical thinking skills needed on the field, and has a history of emotional outbursts. After several months working at my station, he has failed to make any interpersonal connections with fellow firefighters and acts on his own terms rather than as a team.

On the phone, Shaw had gone as far as to say this Evan kid is all brawns and no brain— something Bobby had immediately called out as unnecessarily crass. Criticizing a firefighter’s work ethic wasn’t completely unheard of, but insulting a person for their lack of intelligence was uncalled for and completely unprofessional in Bobby’s opinion.

It’s probably what prompts Bobby to finally set down the paperwork and brush off his unease.

According to his file, Evan Buckley had broken multiple Academy records— ones that had just been broken by Eddie before he joined the 118. He had nothing but praises from the academy trainers, and there was something to say about the fact that Shaw had been two seconds from firing the guy, yet Chief Alonzo wanted to give him another chance, and spoke about Evan in a neutral— borderline positive— light.

Bobby isn’t sure how much faith he can put into Captain Shaw’s words. He can only wait to see for himself how much faith he’ll be able to put into one Evan Buckley.

Instead of sleeping, I wrote a disconnected mini-thing about Gabriel Ultrakill being gay and a horrible bastard. It's got nothing to do with anything

In The Court of King Minos

"It is no concern of mine how you choose to debase yourse-"

The man grabbed for the chin of Gabriel's helmet, almost caressing it, as he pushed it up and dove in for the promised kiss. As much as it could've been quick- Instead, it flooded Gabriel's senses, which flooded his divine mind in turn.

It was- warm, soft, a touch wet, breathy, intimate- his hand was alight on the man's arm, as if to tenderly catch a falling- and it was drawn away from him. Gabriel almost fell forwards with it, but shoved himself back and scrabbled for his helmet, covering his face again.

He'd forgotten to breathe, stumbling to comprehend what'd been done to him- not helped by the man's charming- charmed- damned smile.

"You're very tragic, you know," Of course- He'd only been- attempting to tease Gabriel. It was merely that, childish flailing performed by desperate mortals caught on their back foot.

"And how's that?" Composure regained, Gabriel delivered his response coldly. Because it wouldn't matter. In a second this would be done, they'd both move on-

"It seems it's a tale as old as time: Great men make great soldiers, and great soldiers make piss-poor lovers." The man grinned at that, at his own line. "I should know, I was one."

"There's hardly any kinship between us. Now, if you'll excuse me-"

"Not what I meant, not at all. See, I'm dead. Meaning I don't need to worry about that anymore. I've got all the time in the world, now."

Gabriel's patience wore thin, waiting to see with what witticism the mortal would try to dent his heavenly armor.

"But you, Archangel Gabriel, don't have that waiting for you. I'm sorry, but..." He'd looked away, down. Not- genuine-? "I don't think anything will ever come to free you, will it?"

At that- His anger- It wasn't affected, it was righteous- And it had guided his hand to his blade. It's pure white heat silenced his thoughts, leaving only motion. Gabriel felt no resistance. The only answer was the muffled thump of a head hitting carpet, followed by its former body.

It was proven what a great sinner the man was by only a moment- with which he'd infected an Archangel's thoughts for centuries.

WIP Wednesday

🤍 tagged by @mellaithwen and @bigfootsmom

here's a little piece of blackmail fic!

Mark’s demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye and Buck’s words caught in his throat.  “Are you backing out on me?” Mark asked.  “No!” Buck rushed to assure him. “You’re just— you’re early. I told you I was available after my shift.” “Got tired of waiting,” the man shrugged. “Plus, I haven’t seen you do anything for the last hour but wander around doing chores that literally anyone else can be doing.” “I haven’t been—” Mark’s words took a second to register. Had he been watching him?

and because it's so late that it doesn't make sense to tag anyone, consider yourself tagged if you see this! 🤗

find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

tagged by @lesbianmaygrant

my words: thought, hair, need, blood, hold, face

thought:

The thought of Mark keeping it to look at whenever he wanted— to get off to him whenever he wanted— made Buck shudder. 

need:

He didn’t need someone to try to fix what couldn’t be fixed, he just needed someone to stand by him sometimes. It made facing things that much more bearable— that much less lonely.

blood:

He couldn’t even groan before Mark’s hand clasped around his neck to pin him there. Buck’s blood ran cold as Mark trembled with rage before him.

hold:

A large hand curled into the material of his uniform and tugged on the collar in a swift movement that locked the air in Buck’s lungs and had him falling backward into Mark’s chest.  Mark’s arms slid around him like a snake constricting around its prey, one around his arms and chest and other around his stomach, and Buck struggled against the hold.

face:

But before he could even graze the device, Mark reacted.  Buck’s head snapped to one side as Mark’s hand flew across it, igniting a sharp sting across the side of his face. When his back hit the wall, his head snapped back against it too. 

with these words: grab, eyes, wrist, gasp, help

i'm tagging: @princessfbi @mellaithwen @homerforsure @bigfootsmom @maygrantgf @herodiaz

what is omega, probie buck whump about?

Taking place in an Allha/Beta/Omega Dynamic universe, I decided to put together two of my favorite versions of Buck to whump. Probie!Buck meets Omega!Buck with some angst, found family, and whump!

It starts with Buck part way through his probationary year because he was originally matched to another station but they were no good and even though the captain didn’t like him, Chief Alonzo sees something in him and suggests he be transferred to the 118. Some angst includes realizing how much his last station denied him basic rights that an omega has in the station, as well as basic health care to account for any issues.

As far as the universe itself goes, I don’t get into any smutty aspects and I change up how dynamics work because I see beta’s cast aside a lot in these kinds of fics. I’m making Hen and Bobby the Alphas in here and then Chim and Eddie betas while Buck is an omega. And because this is his first year, Maddie isn’t there just yet. (Eddie is early because I said so 🤣)

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