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Seven Sentence Sunday
tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz 💖
today a different wip again that I don't think I shared yet lol - writing a smutty sequel to my bucktommy post-first date fic and it's barely started but there's progress! 😅
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“Say that again.” Buck says quietly, even to his own ears sounding almost frantic. His hands twist in the fabric of Tommy’s t-shirt, and pull him as close as possible with their seatbelts on. He needs to get to his place as soon as possible and get enveloped in Tommy, no room for air between them, he just needs him closer, closer, closer.
“Say what?” Tommy teases, lips brushing the shell of Buck’s ear, knowing damn well what Buck wants to hear.
“You know what.” Buck pulls away slightly, just to meet Tommy’s eyes, and can’t stop a pout that quickly turns into an awed smile. It’s a late evening, the sky is dark, just like the inside of the car, only illuminated by the lights of the city as they’re driving, and Tommy looks so gorgeous. There’s an amused smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips, but even in the dark Buck can see his own desire mirrored in Tommy’s eyes.
“What?” he smirks, leans closer to press a kiss to his lips again. “Baby?” he whispers, and Buck shivers, a sharp gasp escaping him. Oh, he likes this. He likes when Tommy calls him just about anything, in that wonderful voice of his, but this, being called a pet name like this by a man, it’s new and thrilling, and that man being Tommy is just so exhilarating, it makes his racing heart skip a beat, and it only adds to the heat pooling in his stomach. Shit, he needs to get Tommy alone right the fuck now.
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie @your-catfish-friend @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz @bidisasterevankinard
#seven sentence sunday#fic snippet#wikiangela writes#my writing#my wips#911 fic#911 abc#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#bucktommy post-date fic#buck x tommy#bucktommy fic#bucktommy smut#this is definitely more than 7 sentences but idgaf haha#they're making out in the backseat of an uber btw lol and buck is *impatient*#lowkey having trouble deciding if it should be multiple dates with them going further and further each time#(bc it'd make sense based on part 1 of this lol)#but also buck is just insatiable rn so who knows haha#i love Tommy’s voice and im gonna project that onto buck *so* hard lol
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thanks @carlos-tk @orchidscript !
“Wait, so do you laugh at my jokes even when they’re not funny?”
Carlos laughs lightly as he pulls a carton of eggs from the fridge. TK ignores his heart and how it’s growing overly attached to the sight of Carlos making breakfast like it’s his own kitchen while the two of them chat like they’re best friends.
“I do think your jokes are funny because I lo— because we’re together,” he quickly corrects, turning from TK as he ducks down to get a frying pan. TK’s glad Carlos can’t see him right now because he feels a little stunned by the almost confession. It’s nothing TK hasn’t thought of himself time and time before and he’s starting to consider that he’s not alone in those feelings. “That’s my whole point,” Carlos continues, moving past his slip up as if nothing happened. That’s fine, TK can wait until he’s ready to say those words for real, but there’s a spring in his step as he practically skips to the fridge to grab the oat milk.
“Well, hey. I guess we don’t have to worry about the noise we made this morning.”
“The noise you made.”
TK scoffs. “TK. Baby. Oh, you feel so—”
Carlos’ hand clamps firmly over TK’s mouth and there’s a stressed look in his eye as he furtively looks towards the stairs. “We don’t need a highlight reel.”
tagging @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @chicgeekgirl89
@paperstorm @liminalmemories21 @basilsunrise @bonheur-cafe @freneticfloetry
@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @sznofthesticks @safeaswrites
@three-drink-amy @tellmegoodbye @doublel27 + open tag!
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way more than seven sentences sunday?
thanks for the tags @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @carlos-tk and @strandnreyes!
Nancy was zoning out, counting the gauze pads, a part of her usual duties of taking inventory of the supplies on the rig. TK was ranting about something that Carlos did, shaking his head and talking with his hands. Usually she loved to listen to TK’s spats he had with Carlos, they were usually funny and such little things, but after last night she wasn’t really in the mood.
“Are you even listening to me?” TK asked.
Nancy snapped out of her trance, “Um, what were you saying?”
He rolled his eyes, “See! You weren’t listening to me. Carlos took all of the blankets last night! I was freezing.”
Nancy groaned internally, “Well did you try taking them back? Or waking him up and telling him?”
“Well… No.” TK actually looked at Nancy this time, realizing the hurt in her eyes. His tone adjusted to a soft and concerned tone, “What’s wrong, Nancy?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it at work.”
TK reached out and rubbed her shoulder, “Come over for dinner after work tonight, so we can talk? Carlos is working, it’ll just be us. We can order pizza.” TK offered a warm smile.
no pressure tagging: @zitasempri @lemonlyman-dotcom @reyesstrand @nancygillianmvp
@bonheur-cafe @vineofroses @literateowl @alidravana @chicgeekgirl89
@laelipoo @freneticfloetry @terramous @honeybee-taskforce
@welcometololaland @actualalligator @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh @my-little-tilly
@herefortarlos @heartstringsduet @jeysbvck @sugdenlovesdingle
@firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @carlos-in-glasses @mikibwrites @paperstorm
@lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites @reyestrandd @thisbuildinghasfeelings @inkweedandlizards
and open tag :)
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thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @welcometololaland @janto4ev @liminalmemories21 @sznofthesticks for various other tags this weekend - i’m going to use those to tag you all back and kick us off for seven sentence sunday
He finally gives him a reprieve and lets his lips meet the solid expanse of Carlos’ newly exposed chest. Marking him up in ways Carlos knows he’ll be seeing and feeling for at least the next week.
TK’s hands have already made light work of undoing half the buttons on his previously crisp business shirt, and Carlos swears he’s determined to make sure it’s unsalvageable after tonight.
“Off,” TK demands a half second later, interrupting his thoughts and pushing Carlos’ arms up, pulling it the rest of the way over his head, and tossing it to the concrete floor beside them.
“This too,” he mumbles against Carlos’ lips, unfastening his belt with one hand and dragging it out of the loops of his dress pants with some well practised finesse.
He moves onto the offending pants next, fumbling the button open and the zipper down, shoving his boxers down with them and finally getting a hand on Carlos’ aching c*ck.
“Fuck!” he gasps at the needed relief and the touch of TK’s nimble fingers on him.
“TK–god–baby I won’t last long if you keep that pace up,” he forewarns in the hope he’ll slow his ministrations.
TK simply hums where his lips are pressed against his jaw and instead increases the speed of his strokes, slick and rough and punishing.
“Well that’s kind of the point baby,” he teases and pulls away with a smug grin and pointed look.
He appeases him though, pulling his hand off and lets his fingers trace Carlos’ abdomen, a series of teasing touches until he’s instead pinching his nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger.
Carlos hisses, and his c*ck pathetically twitches and dribbles even more pre-come.
open tag for YOU + tags under the cut 💗
@whatsintheboxmh @celeritas2997 @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom
@heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @mikibwrites @noxsoulmate @eclectic-sassycoweyes
@reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @theghostofashton @reyescarlos @reyestrandd @sunshinestrand
@three-drink-amy @thisbuildinghasfeelings @thebumblecee @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @inkweedandlizards
@orchidscript @chicgeekgirl89 @safeaswrites @doublel27 @fitzherbertssmolder @fallout-mars
@firstprince-history-huh @freneticfloetry @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand
@never-blooms @mooshkat @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @birdclowns
@vineofroses @basilsunrise @honeybee-taskforce @ladytessa74 @chaotictarlos @nancygillianmvp
#tarlos#tarlos fic#911 lone star#911 lone star fic#carlos reyes#tk stand#seven sentence sunday#(12) 🫣#d writes
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Thank you for the tag @carlos-tk @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @strandnreyes @sznofthesticks @lemonlyman-dotcom
and @sugdenlovesdingle 🩷
Chapter 3 is now up on Ao3, so here are some shenanigans from Chapter 4 of I Was Thinking About Your Mouth:
“I’m going to put it on for you!” TK rushes away to the bathroom, calling behind him, “Do we have enough charge in The Blue One?”
The mention of The Blue One excites Carlos so rapidly he has to unzip his jeans and take them off, as if the very act of wearing material is hurting him.
The [redacted] might be a silly mistake they’ll make the best of, but The Blue One is serious business. The Blue One is a double-penetration menace that makes them both scream.
Carlos gets naked and drags their big box of toys out from under the bed. The Blue One – with its smooth silicon crooks and curves – is buried under regular vibrators and a couple of butt plugs.
They don’t use it all the time. But when they do.
Open tag and tags below:
@heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @nancygillianmvp
@safeaswrites @literateowl @kiwichaeng @fallout-mars
@eclectic-sassycoweyes @vineofroses @three-drink-amy
@orchidscript @mikibwrites @herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce
@theghostofashton @reyesstrand @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe
@freneticfloetry @goodways @lightningboltreader @rmd-writes
@chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @sanjuwrites
@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @alrightbuckaroo
@liminalmemories21 @ladytessa74 @never-blooms
@chaotictarlos @thisbuildinghasfeelings
If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜
#Seven Sentence Sunday#I Was Thinking About Your Mouth#BJ Fic#Cig tagged#cig fic#my fic#tarlos fic#tarlos fanfic
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Seven(ish) sentence/inspiration Sunday
Hi everyone! Happy Sunday!
I'm gearing up to start posting my RBB fic soon, and so it feels like about time to start teasing it. It's a late-Victorian AU, set over a week at a house party at the Duke of Windsor's (aka Philip) house, where a mouthy American meets a blond English aristocrat--and just about everything he thought he knew about himself gets turned upside down.
This is Foxden Park:
“I maintain that you owe me big time for letting you drag me to this.”
“No, but you’re my protector,” June says dramatically. “The guardian of my virtue, the keeper of the family’s honour! Without you, how could I ever leave the house safely? How could I be trusted to not ruin myself and drag the whole lot of us into disrepute?”
He wiggles his eyebrows at her. Of the two of them, he’s certain she’s the least likely to cause any sort of reputational damage. “Do you know who this Henry is who’s just arrived?”
“The younger brother, I think,” June says. “Bea says he’s a delight.”
“Oh, great. Is he an earl too? A count? Please tell me he’s not a fucking prince.”
Inspo below--I'm working with an artist for this, but this is my own little collection of images for this fic.
Here’s a million tags for people who’ve tagged me lately and also tagging you all for this week!@thesleepyskipper @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @suseagull04 @welcometololaland
@fullsunsets @heysweetheart-writes @duchessdepolignaca03 @bitbybitwrites @itsmaybitheway
@indestructibleheart @porcelainmortal @affectionatelyrs @orchidscript
@14carrotghoul @cha-melodius @tailsbeth-writes @cultofsappho @read-and-write- @sherryvalli
@onetwistedmiracle @tintagel-or-cockleshells @stereopticons @cricketnationrise @zwiazdziarka
@dumbpeachjuice @cheesecurdsgravyandfries and anyone else who fancies joining in
Have a good week! 😘
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I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @rogerzsteven 🧡 and lo and behold, I actually have something to share that is definitely not seven sentences
“Holy shit, Diaz, take a breath.”
So, Eddie does. Or he tries to. Because that’s when he feels it - the beginning of a panic attack. But he’s too late. Too late to stop it. His heart is racing and his chest and throat are tightening, closing up. His surroundings begin to swirl in front of his eyes, and a bead of sweat drips down the side of his face. He can’t breathe, and he needs to breathe because breathing is important, but his lungs have stopped working, and his hands are shaking, and he can’t hear anything besides the whoosh of blood pumping in his ears. There’s a darkness at the edges of his vision, and it’s growing, the black nothingness beginning to dominate all of his sight, and then -
And then it’s over. The darkness recedes and his lungs are working again and his hearing returns gradually, as if someone is turning up the volume in his head.
He can see Chim in front of him now, and his lips are moving, forming words that Eddie can’t quite interpret yet. He tries to focus.
“Eddie,” Chimney says. His hands are on Eddie’s shoulders. He hadn’t even noticed.
“Hey, Eddie,” Chim says again. “Are you back with me?”
Eddie swallows, his mouth dry. But he nods because yes, he is back. He can breathe and hear and see, and he can feel Chim’s hands squeezing his shoulders, grounding him back in the moment.
I've been out of the game for a long time, so I won't tag anyone (because they've probably all been tagged and/or shared by now anyway), but if anyone has something else they'd like to share, please tag me 💚
#seven sentence sunday#911 abc#911 fanfic#eddie diaz#chimney han#buddie#bucktommy#fire pilots#<- adding these last three because they are relevant later on#jules writes
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Thank you @orchidscript @jmagnabo92 @cha-melodius @lemonlyman-dotcom @maxbegone @magicandarchery @porcelainmortal @piratefalls @anincompletelist & @suseagull04 for the tags ♥️
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His laptop is still next door, his phone is still somewhere on the floor, Senator Luna’s name is still being dragged through the mud, and this is just the start. It’s only going to get worse the close they get to the election and the further Luna pulls ahead of Richards in the polls.
Alex knew all that last night when Henry kissed him but all he could think about was Henry’s lips and body moving against his own. His hands on Henry’s waist and the soft sound of his laugh when Alex hooked his leg around Henry’s hip and flipped them over.
He wants to bottle the sound and carry it with him from city to city. He wants to quit his job and follow Henry back to London because Henry will be going back to London, because this isn’t serious.
Because Alex isn’t looking for a boyfriend, and he’s definitely not about to fall in love, but if he’s being honest—.
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Tagging:
@oxfordslutphase @fullsunsets @sunshinestrand @cricketnationrise @liminalmemories21 @luainthewild @youcancallmekathyp @bitbybitwrites @accol-fics @henryspearl @inexplicablymine
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Seven Sentence Sunday
*Taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah? Alright
Happy Sunday y'all! :) Sorry I haven't been too active recently (but what's new). Just know that I've been lurking and I adore seeing what everyone has been posting
Thank you so much to @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @firenati0n @myheartalivewrites @magicandarchery
and @kiwiana-writes for the tags today, and @welcometololaland @happiness-of-the-pursuit @sherryvalli @itsmaybitheway
@msmarvelouswinchester @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise and @suseagull04 for the various tags this past week
So like, yeah, I should be working on my fic for the rbb, but instead i did a complete 180 and said let's make Alex be in a parasocial relationship that borders on obsession with Prince Henry. And then Rhys was like... can I join? So, surprise, y'all get another co-written fic, but this time it’s... not so fluffy. This snippet made us feel a bit insane, and where's the fun in easing y'all into the discomfort of this fic. That being said, completely understandable if this isn't y'alls cup of tea - no pressure to read/interact if so. Also, there is... ahem... more to this snippet. I said that I wasn't going to ease y'all in, but I'm not going to punch you in the face either
James kind of sucked. Alex had gone out to a bar, met the man on the dancefloor, let him order Alex a vodka soda despite his preference for gin. Let him kiss the taste of his off his lips in the corner stall. Let him trace it down his length after.
Alex left minutes later with ten digits crumpled up in his front pocket, where they stayed until he found a bin out front. Went to another bar. Introduced himself to someone lurking in the corner, reserved, with pretty eyes. Just a shade too light, though—a shame, but they’d do just fine. Alex tilted his chin up to get them to look up from the floor, leaned in to get his name, felt disappointment when he told Alex it was Thomas. Then, unmitigated fucking delight when he later revealed that all his friends called him by his last name: George.
But he had thin lips, and his stubble was too scratchy. There was an accent he couldn’t place, and it stuck to the inside of his ears, the sound discordant. It made Alex feel fucking weird.
So, he went home. Where he now lies in bed, tucked under blue checkered sheets, a Burberry scarf clutched in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his dick.
Open tag, but tagging a few people below the cut too
@anchoredarchangel @smc-27 @dumbpeachjuice @daisymae-12 @gayrootvegetable
@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hillerskas @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy
@whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells
@inexplicablymine @orchidscript @cultofsappho @nocoastposts and @matherines
#seven sentence sunday#rwrb#red white and royal blue#rwrb fic#rwrb fanfic#affectionately writes#firstprince#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor
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Thanks for the tags, @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites @indestructibleheart and everyone else who has tagged me in these writing things lately. I promise I’m still here but things have been rough and the writing is going really, really slowly. So this is, in fact, four sentences, not seven. But it’s something!
“And what are you going to do?”
Henry cups Alex’s cheek in his palm and leans in for a kiss that’s part check-in, part promise of what’s to come and Alex is so fucking turned on already that he might die.
When he breaks the kiss, Henry leans back against the counter and picks up his mug again.
“I’m going to finish my tea.”
@hippolotamus @lizzie-bennetdarcy @smblmn @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @ninzied
@magicandarchery @rmd-writes @inexplicablymine @welcometololaland @jamilas-pen
@nontoxic-writes @ships-to-sail @jettestar @beaiola @tyfinn
@filet-o-feelings @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @celeritas2997 @wordthieve
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seven sentence sunday
oh and 20k words worth of fic i guess
look at me actually counting my sentences on a sunday - but that's prolly cuz i also come bearing a fairytale - finally completed!!! yay!!!
baby just say yes is live for the 2nd day of the tswift eras tour - all 20k+ words of it! 😊
thanks ever so much for the tags @jmagnabo92 @thesleepyskipper @magicandarchery @piratefalls
@firenati0n @anincompletelist oh and @kiwiana-writes stealing ur open tag cuz i think you were interested in the fairytale last month when i started posting about it
so today's words are from said fic, a little snippet from some of the arthur being a good dad to not just his own kids.
Prince Alex is sitting under the tree in the garden where all those years ago he had chased his friend, in kitten form, in an attempt to get him down, when Royal Earl Fox, or Arthur, which it took Alex years to actually call him, finds him. He looks up and attempts a smile, but it must have appeared as sad and forlorn as he feels because the look Arthur gives him makes him want to curl up in his arms and cry.
“I figured I might find you here. You’ve not been secretive the last few years about using this place to think. I always assumed that most of that thinking was about my son.”
Alex’s attempt at a joking, “Pip?” falls flat.
“Laugh it up, mister; we both know it’s my youngest, you think about. I would guess fairly regularly.”
bcuz tumblr is still dumb tags beneath the cut! oh but open tag for anyone who may still wanna do this - i'm kinda late (if i missed that any of y'all have already done this - then i guess i'm just saying hi)
@adreamareads @agame-writes @agostobuwan @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77
@duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @getmehighonmagic
@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jellibuns
@junebugclaremontdiaz @littlemisskittentoes (kitten!henry tag was used!) @lizzie-bennetdarcy @mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester
@nocoastposts @priincebutt @sophie1973 @stellarm @suseagull04
@tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @theprinceandagcd @thinkof-england @typicalopposite
@wordsofhoneydew @yrsacdfox @captainjunglegym @eusuntgratie @violetbaudelaire-quagmire
@tinyarmedtrex
#seven sentence sunday#baby just say yes#fairytale#firstprince#rwrb fic#no longer a wip!!!!!#yay!!!!!#red white and royal blue#fic and words today#i actually counted on a sunday that's weird
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Thank you for the tags @carlos-tk @thesleepyskipper @strandnreyes @cha-melodius @carlos-in-glasses I kept it actually to seven sentences because picking a section that doesn’t spoil things was really hard.
“You made me feel alive for the first time in so long, Alex. You made me laugh and actually live. You made it so I had no choice but to fall in love with you. You are so vibrant and happy and alive. It feels wrong to see you like this. I’m sorry I let this happen. I should have been paying better attention.”
Tagging: @rmd-writes @everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @indomitable-love @welcometololaland
@liminalmemories21 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @bonheur-cafe
@dumbpeachjuice @cricketnationrise @alrightbuckaroo @celeritas2997 @walkinginland
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SOME SENTENCES MONDAY
Okay buttercups I have returned again (funny how life uproots you when you thought you were getting settled into it)
But the muse fluttered in and delivered a songfic to my ear and then fluttered away again so while I will be giving y’all the last chapter of Little Drummerboy soon, in the mean time let this tide you over (and will post on Wednesday!!)
You’re Gonna Go Far
He would let the rich pavement and wide open highways take him home. Texas bluebonnet wild, cicada strong, sideways pampas grass floating freeways situated between wildfire season and the inevitable downpour of hail that tramples Mother Nature's roadside finger paintings.
But he fucking can’t.
Because New York City doesn’t have cicadas; it has cockroaches. And the only driving he can do is driving snot-nosed WASPy kids in his law program towards the singular direction of fucking doing their god damn work because they’re all adults and group projects are the sin of the earth.
He can’t take the key around his neck and let it be a homing device protective shield across his heart when he’s run out of air and the gas tank goes low.
Thank you to all of these wonderful people who have tagged me when I have been waffling about with nothing to do or say: @onthewaytosomewhere @happiness-of-the-pursuit @stereopticons @suseagull04 @theprinceandagcd
@iboatedhere @affectionatelyrs @cricketnationrise @bigassbowlingballhead @firenati0n
@indestructibleheart @alasse9 @magicandarchery @cha-melodius @orchidscript
@kiwiana-writes @14carrotghoul @anincompletelist @cactusdragon517 @henryspearl
@sherryvalli @thinkof-england @itsmaybitheway @msmarvelouswinchester @littlemisskittentoes
@welcometololaland @leaves-of-laurelin @thedramasummer @three-drink-amy @rmd-writes
OKAY and just a few more (lol): @everwitch-magiks (this is the under 5k fic we are all shocked happened) @anchoredarchangel @dumbpeachjuice @smc-27 @sightetsound
@gayrootvegetable @heartitinthesilence @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hillerskas @myheartalivewrites
No pressure I am just late (as always) and playing catch up
#six sentences sunday#seven sentence sunday#inexplicablymine wip#fic: you’re gonna go far#yes this is a song fic#yes it is hurt/comfort#yes you do get it on Wednesday#yes I wrote it in a Beas blackout#anywhoooooo#red white and royal blue#firstprince#ao3#inexplicablymine
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several sentence sunday!
thanks besties @shitouttabuck @wh0re-behavi0r @bigassbowlingballhead and @magicandarchery for the tags this week!
here is a little bi!buck/bucktommy story i've been working on during our little hiatus
One of the more interesting aspects about being with Tommy isn’t all the things that are different – it’s all the things that are the same. Lips are lips, and bodies are bodies. Hands are hands, and even if Tommy’s are bigger than he’s used to, the spread of them against Buck’s ribs feels just as good as his exes hands did. The size isn’t better or worse, just a slight adjustment.
It feels like a no-brainer – of course it feels the same. Maybe part of the reason that Buck hadn’t figured out the bisexuality sooner is that he’d always had a vague kind of assumption that everybody felt that way.
That, apparently, does not turn out to be true.
“I get what you’re saying,” Tommy says one evening, lying back on his couch with Buck comfortably settled between his thighs. “But I spent a lot of time pretending to be straight, and let me tell you… the first time I kissed a man? It did not feel the same at all. Not even in the same universe.”
some tags mwahhh @eusuntgratie @firenati0n @gayhoediaz @okaybutlikemakeitgay if you want!! xx
#blatantly stealing oliver's whole 'lips are lips!' thing because it feels very bi-coded to meeeeee#anyways this is gonna be just some nice convos about queerness and these two settling into each other and also probably some making out#having a great time writing it#911 abc#seven sentence sunday
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Thanks for the tags @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @carlos-in-glasses and @carlos-tk !!
This is from Ranch Fic, a new thing that happened when @thisbuildinghasfeelings asked me what was the number thing I wanted to see in s5 and then just kept happening and here we are :):)
(More than, sorry) seven sentences from a much needed conversation between Carlos, who has a big decision to make, and Luisa:
Somehow the feeling of Luisa’s warm and caring hand in his allows the next words on Carlos tongue to spill just as gently from his lips.
“And then just.. coming here all those times with dad..”
His voice cracks on the last word and suddenly the tears are flowing freely, unrestrained by the tight string Carlos usually has on his emotions.
Carlos is surprised by this. In all his adult life he has rarely cried without it being accompanied by the feeling of that string sitting somewhere in his throat and pressing painfully on his glands, working hard to keep even more tears from coming, to keep the floodgates as hermetically closed as possible. He still seldomly does, and only ever with TK.
He suddenly feels like a child again, taken back to a time and an age before anybody ever told him that real boys don’t cry.
Crying uninhibited by and completely unaware of the idea of that being some sort of violation of The Rules Of Being A Man. Back when he could be soft, before he even knew that there could be any bad association with that word. Before that word was even a part of his vocabulary to describe anything other than the fur of his favorite stuffed koala. Getting comforted by the safe presence of his big sister because someone teased him at school or he fell and scraped his knee playing in the yard with his cool, older sisters.
Tags under the cut!
Tagging @welcometololaland, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @lightningboltreader, @never-blooms, @heartstringsduet,
@herefortarlos , @paperstorm , @lightningboltreader @lemonlyman-dotcom
#My wip's#seven sentence sunday#Mar writes something#Ranch Fic#Tarlos fic#tarlos#mar tagged#mar tagging#tag games#carlos reyes#the reyes family ranch#tarlos fanfiction#911ls fanfiction
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Man, the little Bi Buck ficlet got me all up in my Husbands Era feels, and sent me fleeing back to esta noche (which, while pre-husbands, is still domestic as hell). Here's to finishing this one soon.
(Also, seeing everybody’s Fic Pride Friday headers and posts pop up on such short notice absolutely made my weekend, so. 😘)
Thanks to @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @carlos-tk, @strandnreyes, @sznofthesticks, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @carlos-in-glasses , @ladytessa74 , @three-drink-amy , and @reyesstrand for the tags today.
He swallows down his hummus and sweeps over the shape of Carlos’ perfect profile, staring for so long that Carlos stops chopping garlic to blink back at him over the mountain of produce he’s painstakingly prepped, minus the one strip of bell pepper that he’ll never miss anyway.
“What?” Carlos asks. The voice is chock full of confusion, but the cow eyes are out at full strength.
TK’s own eyes feel different at times like this, these quiet moments when he’s able to see through this man’s surface-level hotness and beyond that beautiful face. To peel back every layer — past lust and the luck of finding each other and all the things that they almost lost — and gaze into the rest of his life, until all Carlos looks like is his.
“Nothing,” he answers. “I just love you.”
I’m late as hell, so consider this an open tag, but I’ll nudge @liminalmemories21 , @paperstorm , @never-blooms , @rmd-writes , @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut , @orchidscript , @herefortarlos , and @heartstringsduet just in case.
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