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here is a peep at angel!henry sequel. because honestly, writing him experiencing joy at small human things is helping me recalibrate myself and find my own tiny joys. i am doing this for me. it is a love letter to humanity from me to you, but also a reminder to myself

The Victoria & Albert museum is lively today. Henry hasn’t been back to the Cast Courts since he last visited in his time of need, the heaviest he had ever felt, his whole being sagging under the weight of the world’s pain he elected to shoulder. If he stares hard enough, he can almost see a shadow of his former self staring up at Trajan’s Column, can almost run his fingers across the desperation written all over his face as he seeks comfort in Civitali’s angels; his hands clasped and cold and pleading.   Now, his hands are warm, nestled in Alex’s palms, calloused fingertips absentmindedly running over Henry’s knuckles. It makes Henry feel grounded, tethered to a reality he never thought he deserved, but has manifested nonetheless.  He takes in the statues with a new perspective, a newfound respect. Yes, they endured. Yes, they were seen, and they were loved.  But now, Henry is too. Seen and loved, in the way that matters, with an end in sight. Henry’s never been happier to reject eternity. 

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several sentences sunday

tagged by @tizniz @thekristen999 @sibylsleaves

thanks darlins!

ive not been doing great these past few weeks and have made zero progress on my calls fic but here's a little snippet i don't think ive shared before

Buck would help, Eddie knows that. He’d come running if Eddie asked, would barrel through the door with his long limbs and eager, overactive heart and slot himself along Eddie’s side on the couch and talk and talk and talk and distract Eddie and make him laugh and hold his shaky hand in a way that doesn’t feel placating or too much.

Buck is always like that, willing to help in whatever way he can, practically begging to give away pieces of himself for others to use in any way they need it, and he has been even more Buck since Eddie forgave him, since he learned the truth of what Eddie was doing, since Christopher launched himself into Buck’s arms the first time they saw each other last week when they had dinner at Buck’s, an image that is imprinted on the back of Eddie’s eyelids, glowing and bursting and brightening with every blink, flashing in front of his vision and overtaking everything else.

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Several sentences sunday

From my fake dating fic :)

“Maybe I’ll be an author when I grow up,” Christopher says excitedly.

Buck nods in support, even though last week Christopher said he wanted to be a scientist. And a month ago he wanted to be an actor.

“Do you know what you’ll write about?” Pepa asks him with a nudge to his shoulder.

Christopher hums loudly, shoving a piece of peperoni in his mouth. “Aliens. Or dinosaurs… oh. Maybe the dinosaurs didn’t go extinct and instead they live in space now as aliens.”

“I would totally read that,” Buck answers, and he’s completely honest. “Best seller idea right there.’

Christopher looks proud and ducks his head, hiding his smile and blush. Instead of answering, he shoves an entire pizza slice into hid mouth.

“Best selling author Christopher Diaz,” Eddie teases, “I like the sound of that.”

“Shut up,” Christopher answers with his mouth full, looking embarrassed. Ah, puberty, Buck definitely didn’t miss it.

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Several Sentences Sunday

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Here is a little bit of what I've managed to write of the next chapter of Any Other Way :)

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So, one sunny hot Tuesday in July, when Eddie shows up at Buck’s to pick up Christopher, only to find the two of them camped out in front of the apartment’s AC unit, each with a popsicle in hand - Buck’s red, Christopher’s bright pink - listening to pop music, playing Connect 4, he is reminded of just how much they need Buck, too. They don’t hear Eddie walk in through the apartment’s unlocked door - Buck has told him not to bother knocking while Maddie isn’t home - so their conversation continues where it was, as if he’s just a fly on the wall.

“You’re really good at games,” Chris is saying. “And you don’t always let me win. Tia Pepa always lets me win everything, it’s boring. My mom never did that.”

“Hmm,” Buck says, dropping a token in a slot. “Maddie never let me win all the time when I was little, either. Said it would make me better at the games we played and a better sport.”

“Did it work?” Chris asks.

Buck smirks. “Well, I always win at Scrabble, but I always lose at poker.”

“My mom loved Scrabble!” Chris announces. “I don’t know how to play.”

“I can teach you. I think there’s a kid-friendly version I can buy.”

“Yes, please!”

Eddie doesn’t know why this makes him want to cry. Just that it does. Just that it seems big and important in a way Eddie doesn’t have words for.

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Several Sentences Sunday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @thekristen999 @wikiangela @theotherbuckley all of whom shared AMAZING STUFF y'all should show some love! 💜🩵

I think I've finished Eddie's second oh moment. As it stands, it's just going to be a feelings realization and open ending kinda thing. The end feels a little rushed at the moment so some editing is definitely needed. In the meantime, have way more than seven sentences:

“So what you remembered today made you come to some realizations?” Bobby guesses. “A little?” Eddie winces. “It's always been there, I think, I just… didn't know. That was the moment I realized it and I forgot, Bobby.” “Does the moment you realized it have any effect on the feeling?” Bobby asks. Eddie frowns in thought. It doesn't, of course it doesn't, but… “The feeling will always be there. I just… can't do anything about it now.” “Could you have back then? Would you have?” The gears in Eddie's head stop turning. Maybe that's what's bothering him about the whole thing. It's not the realization itself. It's not the fact he loves Buck. It's not the fact almost dying made him realize it. It's the fact he's been loving Buck for years and hasn't ever told him. Not in so many words. He knows he didn't get his point across telling Buck about the will. He knows. But dammit, he was terrified. Still is. That if he takes that chance- if he decides to tell Buck and Buck doesn't feel the same- he knows he'll never recover. When he thought he could never be an option to Buck, it was manageable. He could love Buck in his quiet way, resigned to the fact he'll always be just the best friend. Now it's not impossible. And yet, at the same time, it is. Because Buck wants Tommy. Buck is happy with Tommy. They go on dates and out dancing and Tommy comes along for movie nights and the other day Buck mentioned Tommy has a drawer at the loft and- And Eddie is still standing where he's always been. Just out of reach of what he wants. What he's never allowed himself to have. What he won't ever allow himself to have if it means keeping Buck as happy as he's been since meeting Tommy.

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Several Sentence Sunday, April 28, 2024

Firstly, welcome to my new username. It was time to retire magicandarchery because the fandom URL just didn't fit any longer.

Secondly, words have been flowing, slowly, between several WIPs. Which is why you get both a fic AND sunday sentences today.

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Enjoy more from (lay me down), give me something to feel:

He pauses and looks up at the sky again. Alex must certainly want him to get to the point of it all. Henry twists his ring around his pinkie a little quicker. Alex’s fingers slide over his wrist before taking his hand, linking their fingers together, and giving an encouraging squeeze. “Take your time, Henry. I’m not going anywhere.” Henry nods slowly on an inhale. Alex’s thumb strokes lightly over the outside of his hand and Henry takes a moment to glance down at their hands and then back at Alex again.

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Got tagged for several sentence Sunday by @bigfootsmom @eowon @rewritetheending @eddiebabygirldiaz @devirnis @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine and @daffi-990, as well as a lot of people for a lot of tag games all week. I was out of town and didn’t get the chance to respond, but I did scribble out this little fic in hotel rooms across the state. Tagging @shitouttabuck @malewifediaz @homerforsure @jeeyuns @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life if you have seven, or several, or, uh, however many sentences this is you’d like to share!

This isn’t the first and only time Eddie has found himself watching Buck’s hands. It's the variety, maybe, in how many ways he’s good with them that’s so captivating. Work, obviously, was the first time he’d noticed. Buck — and Eddie smiles whenever he thinks about it, now — had made himself so loud and blustery when they’d met. Eddie hadn’t doubted Bobby’s assessment that the man was a good firefighter, but he figured he was a heavy rescue kind of a guy, here for his brawn, someone to point at danger to terminator his way through it. Then, he’d held a box out for a bomb so steadily it saved all their lives; then, his grip was strong and sure in a collapsing hotel; then, on every call, no matter what, he moved with absolute confidence whether he was tying a perfect hitch knot or offering a hand to help a frightened vic to their feet. He’s good, he’s good at his job, he’s good with his hands, and still even years later Eddie has to remind himself to pay attention to his own task when Buck is at his side with a kind smile and reassuring chatter as his hands work carefully away.

The second place he’d noticed was with Chris. Buck understands lego diagrams that look like rocket science to Eddie, Buck wasn’t overseas or parenting a young child and so has played video games newer than Grand Theft Auto on a hand me down 360 sometime before 2010. He’s right there with the kid, always ready to advise on a tricky part of the diagram or give pointers for a difficult level, always ready to catch and support and comfort and protect, but the thing Eddie realized pretty quickly is how often he doesn’t do these things. Buck, from the beginning, had complete confidence in Christopher being able to figure out anything he puts his mind to. He doesn’t coddle, he never gets impatient and does something for him to get it done quicker. He’s just there to hand him the next requested lego piece with the same sort of awed smile Eddie knows is reflected on his own face when he watches his son.

Then, probably the kitchen. Eddie’s a better cook than he used to be, but he’d still rather watch Buck prepare food, diligently studying his hand on a knife or how he flips a pancake. When Eddie was a child and his abuela still lived in Texas he would watch her cook, how she would pour all her love and care for all of them into the meal, and Buck is just the same. Seeing him try the same dish over and over to get it just right makes Eddie wonder how anyone could ever think of this man as reckless, thoughtless. Being handed a plate by Buck is to be cherished in a way Eddie thinks not many people get to know.

Eddie has watched Buck’s hand on the small of Ali’s back, Taylor’s, Natalia’s. He’s watched them hold their hands, lead them in dances, seen how big his palm looked where it gently rested against their faces, wondered very quietly in some deep and hidden corner of himself what that kind of touch from that specific hand might feel like. He’s good with his hands and he’s got good hands, long fingers, little scars and freckles all over, a little bigger than Eddie’s own. He’d wondered — how could he not — quietly, and then louder and louder, and then-

And then Buck’s touches started to last longer, started happening with more frequency. A hand on his back as he passes him in Eddie’s kitchen, a room so familiar to them that the gesture is entirely unnecessary. A hand on his knee in the engine as Buck laughs at his jokes, Buck’s fingers curled gracefully around his elbow as they talk in a quiet corner of the station, gentle probing touches on every tiny scrape and bump Eddie accumulates on the job. Lingering, is the word for it, Buck’s fingers more and more reluctant to pull away, Eddie always leaning into the touch.

And now - a holiday party, full of folks from dispatch, the entire 118, Eddie’s pretty sure he even saw Ransone around the dessert table earlier. Buck’s got himself trapped behind the bar after he mixed a cosmopolitan for Karen and her delighted sound upon tasting it drew a crowd and endless requests started pouring in. So here Eddie is, too, the pair of them never far apart. He’s been perched on a stool for the last hour at least, watching Buck’s deft hands pour and mix and even do some fancy tricks with the bottles, tossing them in the air or behind his back. It makes Eddie laugh every time, and Buck’s responding grin makes him feel warmer than the alcohol could.

“You’re good at this,” Eddie says, which feels too obvious, or at the very least a vast understatement, and definitely something someone with a terrible crush would say, but something about the party and the way Buck keeps leaning towards him and, probably, the very good blackberry brambles that appear in front of him at regular intervals are all making him over inclined to share.

Buck’s grin is a little crooked, like his tongue is pressed against his teeth, and he winks, the bastard. Eddie’s probably turned a dozen shades of pink. “Bars I worked in had shit wages. Had to rake in the tips.” He nods towards Eddie’s glass, even this movement seeming extraordinarily smooth. “How’s the drink?”

Eddie snorts and takes a sip, like he needs to think about it. “You know it’s good. How come we just drink beers all the time when you can make shit like this?”

Buck laughs, head tilted back as he shakes a mixer full of Chimney’s piña colada. “Seems kinda overkill for a Tuesday night.”

Eddie grins into his drink, because Buck is at his house on Tuesday nights, and Wednesdays, and most of the rest of the week too if they can swing it. “Oh, I’m not a special enough occasion?”

“You’re plenty special, Eds.” Buck’s response is immediate, and his eyes have got all terribly soft and hard to look directly at, but the party and the leaning and the drinking have made Eddie brave, so he doesn’t duck his head. “I’ll make you a nice drink anytime.”

“Or you could-“ Eddie’s words catch, he coughs, he takes another sip of the bramble. Chimney leans against his side for a moment to grab the glass Buck’s poured his drink into, and Eddie remembers they’re not alone, they’re in a crowded room full of people who know them, he should probably go find water or breathe some fresh air, but then Chimney flits away again and Buck is looking at him expectantly.

“I could?” He prompts, with a smile that Eddie wants to fall asleep and wake up to, wants to taste.

Brave. He can be brave. Eddie rests two fingers on the back of Buck’s hand where he’s set it on the counter, looks up at him like his sister’s cosmopolitan magazines said to do. “You could show me what else you can do with your hands.”

Buck searches his face, taking big marathon runner breaths. “Eddie-” whatever he’s looking for he seems to find, because he nods, glances at Eddie’s drink, downs whatever’s left of it, and tilts his head towards the back door. It’s California, it’s not cold, but it’s winter and uncomfortable enough the backyard will be empty of party guests. Neither of them should get in a car yet, but this- this’ll work. This’ll do, in a pinch. Buck turns his hand palm up. “You wanna get out of here?”

Eddie takes Buck’s hand in his own, and they fit together just as perfectly as he hoped they might. “Yeah,” he grins, wide and goofy, unable to try and look cool about this at all. “Yes, please.” Buck is grinning just as wide, so there. “Your patrons might be upset though. Pretty early for a bar to close.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Buck says, tugging Eddie’s hand to start moving across the room. “You gave me the best tip of the night. I-“ he trips a little over somebody's toe, apologizes while Eddie giggles into his shoulder blades. “I’m retiring. They can make their own drinks.”

“Retiring?” Eddie’s impressed Buck gets the door open on only the second try. “What are you thinking of doing next?”

Buck turns around, bright against the dark backdrop of the empty yard and cloudy night sky, big dumb smile on his face. “I thought I’d become a firefighter.”

Eddie cackles, and chases Buck through the door. He stumbles a little but Buck’s hands come up to rest steady on his waist, catching him, easy.

Several Sentence Sunday 03/07

Hello my loves, another Sunday and May is working again. Honestly at this point it’s homophobic that they’re making me work on Several Sentence Sundays but thank you @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sophie1973 @nocoastposts @theprinceandagcd @sunnysideprince @onthewaytosomewhere @wordsofhoneydew @duchessdepolignaca03 and @priincebutt for the tags ily all <3<3<3

This weeks snippet is from one of the next chapters of How Dare You Want Me

A little snippet for an upcoming chapter of my accidental tweet au

So… Alex’s latest tweet has garnered over two million likes- making it one of the most liked tweets ever and Zahra didn’t appreciate it when Alex has simply corrected her by saying he didn’t tweet “fuck the monarchy” but said ‘’fuck monarchy”.

He is now sitting in one of the meeting rooms in the White House, waiting for his inevitable doom- whether Zahra will kill him herself or if his mom’ll sic the FBI on him and ride the dead kid train to her second term is unclear. But both of these options seem better than the alternative, facing Henry who had called and sent many, many text messages none of which Alex actually read.

Just when he accepts the fact that the third option is the best- setting himself on fire, the door slams open, the scary clanking of Zahra’s heels filling him with dread.

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Sentences Sunday, April 7th 2024

Hi, I'm back from the dead. Missed me? Lol. I'm so sorry I've been slacking, I haven't been in a great space, mentally, but I'm gonna try to tag along again!

Thanks for the tags @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @itsmaybitheway ♥

From take me back to San Francisco, coming soon:

Sitting on top of the hill at one end of the Golden Gate Bridge, the sun going down over the horizon and stars slowly appearing above them, Henry doesn’t think he’s ever been happier, nor will he ever be again. The ice cream sandwiches Alex had picked up - a big scoop of madagascar bourbon vanilla bean flavoured ice cream between two thick sea salt chocolate chip cookies - are soft and sweet, and when Henry takes a bite, it practically melts on his tongue. “Bloody hell,” he moans, savouring the taste. “Hmm,” Alex agrees with a nod, a scrunch of pure delight between his brows. He licks the fingers of his right hand clean and reaches into his backpack, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two plastic flutes. “Better make it worth your time.” He grins and puts his ice cream sandwich down in the container it came in to open the bottle and pour them both a glass. “Alex,” Henry whispers, his chest expanding, “you’re worth it, regardless.” The words mean so much, more than he dares to express, and Alex seems to feel it too, because his eyes tear up behind his glasses when he says, “So are you, baby.”

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Several Sentence Sunday

Hiiiiii I am very late today (it is still Sunday here) but I promised some people I would share a snippet from my Fire Island WIP. You can also see a moodboard for this here. Because of that I am blatantly ignoring all rules about number of sentences.

Be warned, smut ahead:

That’s when he sees him. He’s seated at the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the warm water of the shallow end. There’s another man standing in the pool, with his face pressed to the spot where long limbs meet tiny waist. Honestly though, that’s not what gets Alex’s attention—he’s far from the only person in Alex’s line of sight having his cock sucked. But he’s certainly the prettiest. His whole body looks like it’s been chiseled from stone, like he’s a stolen Michelangelo that’s been brought to life solely for the purpose of luxuriating in the modern day equivalent of an exorbitant Renaissance portrait scene. Eyelids shutter over bright blue eyes as the man in the pool slips his mouth lower. Blond waves soak in the sun’s rays as he throws his head back, unknowingly teasing Alex with the sharp lines of his jaw and the long curve of his neck. Alex is vaguely aware that his swimsuit’s doing nothing to hide how hard he is right now. He’s not sure he can find it in himself to care. The man in the pool moves one of his muscular legs over his shoulder, taking the other man even deeper. A shudder runs through Alex’s body as he imagines what those strong thighs might feel like on either side of his own head. The man’s hand winds its way around the back of the giver’s head, lithe fingers tangling in the damp strands. Alex bites his lip. He wonders if the man might give them a tug if it was Alex’s curls under his fingertips.  Maybe if he asked nicely.

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seven sentence sunday

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more of the cheating fic and Hen being done with Buck's bs, bc I really wanna finish this fic soon and need motivation and to stop jumping around my wips so much (easier said than done tho lol) 🤣 it's only 11k so far but I decided to divide it into chapters, this is chapter 3, there might be 5 or 6 overall, we'll see haha

prev snippet

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“No, I- I asked her to move in with me instead.” he admits, immediately feeling embarrassed, and Hen’s eyebrows shoot up.

“You what?” she almost yells, but catches herself in time, lowering her voice. “Buck, this is honestly, genuinely, the stupidest thing I’ve heard you do.” she shakes her head slowly, looking at Buck with wide eyes. “Why?”

“I don’t know, it just slipped out. I just- I wanted to give us a shot.” he mumbles, looking down at the table, not wanting to meet Hen’s eyes. “I think I might fall for her eventually.” he adds quietly, and hears a deep, tired sigh.

“It’s too early for this shit, Jesus.” Out of the corner of his eye Buck sees Hen rubbing her forehead with a pained expression, then take a long sip of coffee. “A question to move in together, which is a huge step in a relationship, ‘just slipped out’? And you don’t even love her?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking.” he shrugs, his face burning.

“When do you ever?” she sighs again, closes her eyes for a second.

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several sentence sunday / last line game / all the challenges <3 :)

hello friends :) apologies for being MIA, things got a little silly (derogatory, unpleasant, painful) in roop land but i wanted to share some words and say THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH for all the tags <3 even if i can't appropriately react at times, i love seeing and reading them. thank you thank you to @cha-melodius @bigassbowlingballhead @wordsofhoneydew @sparklepocalypse @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @eusuntgratie @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @kiwiana-writes @duchessdepolignaca03 @getmehighonmagic @suseagull04 @magicandarchery @oxfordslutphase @myheartalivewrites @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @leaves-of-laurelin @piratefalls @itsmaybitheway @ninzied @futureseaempress @priincebutt @onthewaytosomewhere @welcometololaland @songliili for the tags over the last few days. ily all my beloveds

here's a snip from my actor au i started yesterday lol coming soon :) it's long bc i wanted to make up for the lengthy silence xoxoxo

Alex grabs a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, lets it hover for a second. “So, those love scenes from Benediction—” “Next question.” Henry shovels fried rice into his mouth as if it’ll save him from responding. Doesn’t matter. Alex is patient. He lets Henry chew and swallow before diving right back in. “What was Oliver’s game like, huh? Because, woof. It was clearly working.” Henry’s ears rapidly turn red, first at the tips, then the whole way down. He looks down at his rice, seeking an answer. “It’s called acting, darling. You should try it sometime.” Alex laughs. “Yeah, but there must be a magic button to press.” A chopstick gets waved for emphasis. “No way just acting got all those breathy moans out of you.” Alex looks Henry square in the eye. He's fucking determined, wants an answer desperately. “Help a guy out here, Henry. I gotta perform for the cameras, too.” The pink flush starts to creep down Henry’s face. A wonderful actor, indeed. Henry swallows. “I can assure you, there’s nothing you need to worry about.” Interesting. Alex raises an eyebrow. “Why not?” He asks, curious.   Henry takes a breath. Puts his food down. Looks Alex in his eyes, ocean blue eyes meeting deep brown ones. “I’m sure you own a mirror, Alex. Plus, we passed a chemistry read. There are no questions about it. When push comes to shove, we'll be fine.” “But what if I wanted to push a little ahead of schedule? Just us, just in case.” Alex wrings his hands, his throat dangerously close to seizing up. “I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.”

xoxo roop

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several sentences sunday

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thanks lovelies! started a tender pwp first time bucktommy fic today so have some of that :)

Buck has always liked kissing.

It’s a simple act, something a lot of people do many times in their life. Mundane. Easy.

But for Buck it’s always been–intimate. A connection. A conversation.

More revealing and bare and vulnerable than being so deep inside someone you can feel their every breath and tremble.

He feels that way now–bare, revealed, vulnerable–as Tommy kisses him.

Tommy kisses Buck like he is precious, like it requires dedication and care, like this is something special he is eager to share with Buck. His fingers always find their way to Buck’s chin, gentle even with their demand, tender even when backed with a strength Buck doesn’t think he could fight and certainly doesn’t want to fight.

A sigh builds up in the back of Buck’s throat, airy and still somehow deep, rumbling, resonant, spearing up into his mouth and then leaping off his tongue like the sound is eager to be devoured by Tommy.

Tommy opens up wide for it, groaning low in a way that makes Buck’s heart leap and his blood sizzle because it’s such a dark sound, because it means Buck is doing good, because it is a sound that is coming from a man.

tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @canonbibuck @shitouttabuck @messyhairdiaz @sunshinediaz @bvckandeddie @spotsandsocks @wh0re-behavi0r @transbuck @transboybuckley @colonoscopys @lover-of-mine @lesbiandiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @rewritetheending @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @neverevan @athenagranted @buckstommy and anyone else who wants to share!

Several Sentences Sunday!!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz @wikiangela @bidisasterevankinard all of whom wrote BRILLIANT stuff!! 💜💚

Jumping wips... Again 😁. I'm trying to get the 7x06 spec done in time to actually count as a spec fic lol. So, have some sentences of a flashback Buck recalls soon after the last snippet:

Buck slammed his shoulder into the doorway and groaned through a laugh. Eddie shushed him, but couldn’t stifle a giggle of his own. “Chim’s asleep,” Eddie whispered- loudly. “We gotta be quiet.” “I would’ve been, but carrying you all the way up here isn’t exactly easy,” Buck slurred. Eddie had thrown his arm around Buck’s shoulders halfway through their rendition of You’re The One That I Want, and hadn’t moved it since. Mind you, he’d tried once when Ravi bought a round of shots, but Buck simply pulled him in closer. He didn’t really know why. “Carrying me?” Eddie squawked, causing Buck to loudly shush him. “I had to pull you out of the bushes!” Buck giggled and guided them further into the hotel room, past Chim’s suite and into the main room. “And I am eternally grateful to you, my knight in shining armor,” he said, reaching up to ruffle Eddie’s already mussed hair.

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seven(ish) sentence sunday!

fun fact about sarah’s rbb— it’ll be a dual timeline piece and my first multichap!!

have a little snippy from the “now” timeline 💖

tags under the cut!

“I want to bring Nora home for Christmas,” she starts. “And I could really use my baby brother in my corner when I come out to them.”

And… Yeah. Of course Alex is going to be there.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” June parrots back, voice already recovered from its somber timbre.

Alex gives her a small smile. “Okay.”

He listens to June’s gentle voice while she tells him about the article she’s working on. Nods his head when she talks about wanting to take Nora to a new wine bar in the East Village. He even lets her lead him out of the office and walks her home once he’s polished off the last enchilada.

But if his stomach refuses to stop turning over on itself. If he has to press his palm against his chest during his own walk home in an attempt to quiet the furious race of his heart. If when he closes his eyes to try to sleep that night, too many flashes of sandy hair and teasing smiles light the back of his eyelids…

Well, only Alex needs to know.

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Several Sentence Sunday 03/24

Hi my loves, I am still sick beyond reason so I might lack my usual cheer. I’m sorry 😔😔 But thank you @cha-melodius @magicandarchery @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @getmehighonmagic for the tags!!

Here is a tiny snippet I like but not sure if it’ll see the light of day!

“Christ Alex, I can’t do this anymore. I cannot keep sleeping to the sound of your breathing and open my eyes to you first thing in the morning when there’s something missing in your eyes each time you look at me.” Henry’s yelling now, looking at Alex with such fire in his eyes, for one second even Alex forgets he has asked Henry to fake break up with him.  “Henry…” he breathes, simply because he doesn’t know what else to do.  “Don’t- Alex, just please let me go, because loving you has been killing me ever since… Ever since I fell for you to be completely honest.  Ever since that blasted day that you sent us both toppling over the cupcake stand in the campus cafe, loving you has come to me as easy as breathing. It has sustained me, nurtured me, kept me alive; all the while slowly poisoning me, ruining me, killing me. Because how can one survive you Alex?”   “I love you too.” Alex pleads, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He loves Henry, he loves Henry with every cell of his being, and even if it's pretend, even if Henry has clearly inherited Arthurs acting genes, his stomach churns at the distraught sight of him.  A sad smile settles on Henry’s lips, eyes glazed with a sheen of tears. “I know you do, darling. But one musn’t compare a single drop to the ocean.” Hastily wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand Henry just looks at the floor, kicking the pavement with the tip of his shoes while everyone around them watches. “You see, that’s why you have to let me go. That’s why I can’t love you anymore. I have seen the warmth of your smile, let the memory of it settle in my solar plexus, warm me up from the inside. I have seen the generosity of your heart, borrowed some of it to finally love myself. I witnessed all the whims of your mind, forever amazed by it, forever intrigued. I will forever belong to you, forever love you because my love for you lives in the marrow of my bones, but please let me go.”

As always open tag to anyone who wants to participate and some no-pressure attached tags below the cut <3<3<3 and @meidui since I still haven’t found the spoons to participate in ‘first sentence’ challenge 🤍

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