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snowviolettwhite · 3 days
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Tagged by lovlies @anewkindofme and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad
From upcoming chapter two of an early 2010s 9-1-1 fan-fiction "don't be sorry for leaving and growing up."
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Buck did consider going to college just to get away his parents off his back and away from them. However, he really does not want to go into debt. He does not even know what he would study in the first place. He has some money saved from over the years from doing chores, birthdays, mowing lawns and gardening around town, shoveling snow, yard sales, lemonade stands and many more little odd jobs. So, he has some money to hold him over for a little while if he wants to leave.
He thinks about Maddie and asking her for advice. She is his older sister and nine years older than him after all.
He wants to go and explore and travel but not without his sister. Maybe he could convince her.
Maddie lives in her own place and is a nurse. She is nine years older than him and a real adult.
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It is June of 2010. Public schools across the nation of The United States Of America are all out for summer vacation from Hershey, Pennsylvania to El Paso, Texas. Evan "Buck" Buckley, Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz and Shannon Macdonald are three eighteen years with baby Christoper. They just graduated high school and running away from home to California, The Golden State and find each other. Shannon drags her best friend who is Eddie and baby to California with her to set off her dream of becoming a therapist. Buck and Eddie have found their passion for becoming firefighters and help and healing people. Into adulthood they go.
Tagging But No Pressure @lochnesswriter @aroeddiediaz @kingofdarkness00 @lemonzestywrites @missmagooglie
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anewkindofme · 3 months
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‘ Hey, hey. I’m not going anywhere. ’ - Owen & Tk. I am just think of Tk clinging to his dad after a really bad call. Hope you're having good day or night :)
Feel free to send me prompts from this meme!
Hi there! Thank you so much for this prompt. <3 I hope you're having a great night.
The Little Monkey: Chapt. 9 [Rough Shift]
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Owen wakes up from a post-shift nap to find that TK hasn't slept at all.
On AO3
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actualalligator · 3 months
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46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?
53. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?
Hope you are doing well :).
46. It's gonna be different for different fandoms realistically, but overall probably the BDSM au because I think the world building aspect is very fun.
53. It's spanking. I'm 90% sure. I'm going to go look, but I have a feeling. Yep. 59/104 works. Then Domestic Discipline is 37, and Corporal Punishment is 35. It's not news that I write discipline fiction, but it's funny to see the numbers.
Thank you!!! I hope you are too!
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sznofthesticks · 4 months
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Mocha : Dream Job?
Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games?
hi! thank you for the ask!
i answered both of these here :)
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lemonzestywrites · 17 days
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I was coming here to maybe politely beg ask about Eddie and his nesting??? 🥺👉👈
hippo at this point you are my biggest cheerleader for this fic and i could not be more grateful for that 😊
also counting this as my seven sentence sunday cause why not lmaoo
taking a little bit of a break from the usual routine and offering some omega!eddie for the soul
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Eddie is trying to downplay this; Buck knows he is.
Granted, he might not be super knowledgeable on all of this stuff, but he knows Eddie. He knows his best friend more closely than he knows a lot of people. He knows when Eddie gets excited and his cheeks get all rosy and plump, or when he cries, his eyes intermix with this dark earthy, almost green-looking color. That unlike Buck, he has an insane spice tolerance. That despite his appearance is a man who has a massive heart and a soft spot for The Great British Baking Show.
And he knows when Eddie is trying to pretend something is not as bad as it seems.
Now is no different. Buck can see Eddie’s face buried in the fabric of his nest. Slow, shallow breaths flow in and out of his nose with heavy passes, like he’s forcing every intake indeed of it coming naturally to him. His knuckles grip at the sheets, almost going white with burning intensity.
It hurts knowing his friend is going through absolutely bodily hell, and there’s nothing really Buck can do about it. His mind wracks through every filtered bit of hidden information in his head, trying to remember anything that could maybe help Eddie right now.
Physical touch? Maybe a heating pad?
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tagged by - @eddiebabygirldiaz @snowviolettwhite
no pressure tagging - @hippolotamus @devirnis @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @aroeddiediaz @goforkinard
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aroeddiediaz · 1 month
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Fuck it Friday
Tagged by @snowviolettwhite @diazsdimples
A little more omegaverse nesting fic, from Eddie’s first heat. Idk how it happened but i blacked out and made Sophia the angstiest little gothy preteen ever lmao (maybe because i saw the Beetlejuice musical last month lmao what a good show). And she’s Not Happy about being wrangled into cuddles with her brother (it ruins her street cred and her hair)
Sophia stomps into the living room with a bagel and a glass of orange juice. Her hair, dyed black in a fit of pre-teen rebelliousness that had landed both her and Eddie in hot water for weeks, had been cut into choppy bangs and uneven edges that she insisted was “cool”.
“What are you two doing?” She asks with a heavy dose of skepticism. She then makes the mistake of stepping a little too close to Eddie in his blanket.
Eddie reaches out and grabs Sophia by the hem of her shirt to reel her in. Sophia fights back, much less playfully, but Eddie’s acting on instinct and he ends up with his two baby sisters nestled in his arms, all squeezed together on the couch.
No pressure tagging: @cal-daisies-and-briars @aspecbuddie @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @lemonzestywrites @your-catfish-friend @inkmortal-trash389 @evanbegins @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @epicbuddieficrecs @kitteneddiediaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @coatedpanda16 @nicotinewrites @estheticpotaeto @babytrapperdiaz
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xclowniex · 3 months
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@snowviolettwhite made a post about jeiwsh actors and roles in the media. I 100% recommend reading it here.
It made me remember about a tik tok I saw a few years back.
There was a little trend online for a few weeks were you would post pictures of actors you found ugly hot. Aka actors who were unconventionally attractive yet you found attractive.
Someone made a video pointing out how most of the actors in these videos were jeiwsh and how they aren't unconventionally attractive, they're just Jewish and you have been taught to not find jews attractive.
I only remember a few of the actors but they were Andy Samberg, Jeff Goldblum and Ben Stiller.
The only thing these men have in common (besides being actors) is being jewish.
They are all very attractive men. They are all regular hot not ugly hot.
I don't think people realize how pinning Jewish actors as the "ugly characters" affects people perception of Jewish peoples attractiveness as a whole.
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Seven Sentence Sunday
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Thank you for the tag, @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses 💝
This is from my TK finds out Carlos doesn't have a favorite movie and sets out to find him one fic (it has a potential title but I'm too ashamed to share it lol)
“Are you forgetting that we’ve been together for four years?” Carlos asked. “I’ve seen every movie you’ve shown me. In fact, I bet I’ve seen every movie Brad Pitt or Patrick Swayze ever made”.
“Ah, Swayze”. TK smiled dreamily, briefly distracted by this new thought. “I would have loved to see movies where he kicks ass or teaches dance as an old guy. So unfair. Wait,” TK added, coming back to their conversation. “Babe, are one of those movies your favorite?”
Carlos shook his head. “I don’t think so, baby. There are some I don’t mind revisiting”.
“Okay”. TK nodded. “Let’s go the other way. Is there one that’s your least favorite?”
“Twelve Monkeys,” Carlos answered without missing a beat.
No pressure tagging - I tag @anewkindofme @actualalligator @dreamingofmickeywaffles @reyestrandd @firstprince-history-huh @snowviolettwhite @lochnesswriter @kingofdarkness00 @tailoredshirt @welcometololaland @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @carlos-tk @thebumblecee @inkweedandlizards @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry @jesuisici33 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @kiwichaeng @happilylovingchaos @bonheur-cafe @liminalmemories21 @sugdenlovesdingle @eclectic-sassycoweyes @chicgeekgirl89 @chaotictarlos @kiloskywalker and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶
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missmagooglie · 29 days
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New Season = New Chapter!
In honor of 911 getting renewed for season 8!!!!!! I have decided to share the final chapter of How Long Do You Wanna Be Loved ahead of schedule. Folks, have the long-awaited reunion <3
Preview:
Eddie doesn’t even wait for Buck to shift the car into park before he’s scrambling out the door and running across the front lawn. He swings open the front door and barely notices the other members of his family as he pushes his way past them and calls out, “Christopher?” A familiar squeal of delight comes from the living room, and the first word that Eddie hears his son say in weeks is a joy-filled, “Daddy!” Eddie can feel the grin splitting his face as he walks into the room and sees his son reaching eagerly toward him. He doesn’t waste any time closing the space between them and picking Christopher up in a tight hug. “Hi, mijo,” he says, pressing a kiss into a chubby cheek. “I missed you. I missed you so, so much.”
This fic is now COMPLETE! Read from Chapter 10, or Start at the Beginning
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whataboutthefish · 4 months
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WIP WEDNESDAY (on Monday)
I was tagged by @snowviolettwhite
A snippet of my Harringrove Big bang. Set in a D/s universe Sub!Billy DaddyDom!Steve. I hope you enjoy
“That’s right sweetheart, now how about you be a good boy and get me hard?” Steve was already halfway there but he couldn’t help grinning when Billy immediately leaned in to suck him into his mouth.
Steve’s grip in Billy’s hair tightened so he couldn’t reach. “No, baby, I want you to touch me with your hands.”
Billy looked confused and let out a whimper.
“Take that look off your face, sweetheart. There will be plenty of time to get those beautiful lips on me, remember I wanted to wreck you and we have all the time in the world.”
Billy was tentative as he reached out with one hand, taking Steve’s length and giving him a few perfunctory strokes.
“Do I need to teach you how to give a hand job, sweetheart?”
Billy really whimpered then, letting go and curling in on himself.
“Oh baby, Daddy isn’t angry. Show me how you touch yourself, yeah? Start there and I can let you know what I like.”
A small smile tugged at Billy’s lips before he took Steve back in his hand. He swiped his thumb over Steve’s slit, humming when he found it to be wet, then he slid down his length. When he came back up he twisted his hand a little under the head before stroking back down. Steve let out a groan. It wasn’t exactly what he liked but the fact it was Billy’s hand, the way his tongue was poking out the side of his mouth with concentration, made it all the more hot. “That’s it sweetheart, feel so good,” Steve encouraged, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. “Concentrate on the head, baby. Short movements.” Billy obeyed. It wasn’t quite what Steve wanted, the movements too fast to be enjoyable so he placed a hand over Billy’s.
The noise he made, a sound of disappointment, should not have turned him on so much but he could see the way Billy’s eyebrows rose when he felt Steve’s cock kick in his hand.
“Daddy loves when you make sweet noises,” he explained. “Here let me show you,” he said as he took control of Billy’s hand.
It didn’t take long before Billy was pulling moans from Steve’s lips, and the look of pride on Billy’s face made it all worth it.
“I think you’re ready to move to the next step, sweetheart, what do you think?”
Billy couldn’t have nodded his head faster making Steve chuckle. “That’s my good boy, so eager for Daddy’s cock. Gonna make you a little cock slut aren’t I?”
Billy’s eyes went wide then hooded before he nodded, “your cock slut,” he slurred, already getting lost in the moment
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snowviolettwhite · 4 months
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Bobby picking out Eddie specially for Buck, thinking this kid needs a friend his own age.
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anewkindofme · 5 months
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Could I ask about a little-verse mood-board about little Buck with caregiver Athena and caregiver Bobby? If that is okay. Hope you're having a lovely evening.
Hope you have a good night :)
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actualalligator · 3 months
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13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?
55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?
13. I do not intentionally listen to music when I write, but I do sometimes turn music on and then start writing. And mostly pop punk, but I listened to a Tswift album and now she has invaded every inch of my Spotify.
55. Lots of hair (playing, pulling). Fidgeting. In the Buddie fics, a lot of Eddie scratching Buck's scalp. And rubbing circles on skin.
Thank you!!!
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Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme (who inspired me to start making my own signs for these tags) and @snowviolettwhite! 💙
Here's another snippet from my Daddy!Joel and Little!Ellie sickfic:
"You still have enough of everything? Midol? Pads?"
Ellie nodded, adverting her gaze to the floor as her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Despite it having been a year since she came to live with Joel permanently, Ellie was still getting used to being able to talk so casually about these sorts of things without the conversation immediately being shut down by just the mention of her period. It felt awkward as hell (at least on her end), but she had to admit that it was a damn nice change.
"Yeah, I still have enough of everything. Speaking of which, I should probably go pop a Midol, and dig out my heating plushy. I could definitely use both of those things right about now."
"How 'bout I go what you need, while you get settled on the couch? We can even watch something while we have dinner. Anything you want."
Ellie's eyes darted back up to look at Joel. "Anything?"
The man gave a nod, already having an idea of where this was heading.
"Anything."
A slow smile began to creep across the girl's face. "Can we watch Chicken Little, then?"
Out of all the animated movies Joel had guessed might be Ellie's favorite, Chicken Little had not been one of them. Joel lost count how many times they've watched that movie in the year that she's been living with him. He could practically recite the entire script by heart by now.
Ellie's face broke out into a full-blown grin, her arms uncurling from around her stomach and falling back down to her sides.
"If you'll excuse me then–" she moved to stand, prompting Joel to stand with her–"I'm gonna go get Disney+ up and running. Don't be long, old man."
She grabbed the strap of her backpack and slung it back over her shoulder, before turning and walking out of the kitchen with a victorious smile.
Joel just shook his head and rolled his eyes; worried frown being replaced by a fond smile. If she was still able to be her usual jokester self, then she would be just fine.
With his worries subdued for the time being, Joel made his way to the staircase. He stopped at the linen closet in the hallway, grabbing the pinkish red, white striped lobster heating plushy. He then went into the hall bathroom and rummaged around in the medicine cabinet until he found the small bottle of Midol inside. Once Joel had everything Ellie needed, he returned to the kitchen.
Joel first threw the heating plush into the microwave for the recommended five minutes, then he grabbed a glass from the cupboard above the sink and filled it halfway with water. While he waited for the plush to finish heating up, the man took the water and bottle of Midol into the living room where Ellie was now curled into the corner of the couch with her homework resting on her knees and a pencil in her hand. A glance at the TV showed Chicken Little already queued up on Disney+.
Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @snarkythewoecrow, @tomwise, @cielconsumer, @nottapossum, @sinninghowlter and anyone else who wants to join!
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lochnesswriter · 3 months
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad and @actualalligator so I'm posting this bit of my Christmas crack crossover that I'm gonna get back to writing soon lol. Leverage, White Collar, 9-1-1, and 9-1-1 Lone Star
“You love brats,” Neal said as if the fact was never in question. “Look how many you’ve collected.”
Quinn just smirked. “You’re not wrong, baby. But you do need to pipe down so Daddy can deal with everybody else.” Then he turned his attention back to Carlos, one eyebrow lifting sternly. “You wanna try to answer my question again, Reyes, or should I just put you over my knee and ask again once your bottom’s nice and red?”
Wiggling to Carlos’ side drew his attention, and he turned to see that TK literally had his hand raised, an expectant pout on his face as he looked at Quinn.
“TK, no,” Carlos hissed, grabbing his arm and trying to wrestle his hand down. TK batted at him without looking, still focused on their Dom.
“Something to say, kiddo?” Quinn asked, sounding far too amused. But just as TK opened his mouth, Quinn continued. “Don’t forget you’re getting spanked too, and you know very well that sassing me always earns you an extra sore bottom.”
TK blinked those ridiculous big eyes at Quinn, still very pointedly ignoring Carlos’ attempts to get him to stop whatever he was about to do. “I just thought I’d help Carlos out, because I know he gets sassy so I thought it’d be better if I just answered for him.”
“Tyler Kennedy Strand,” Quinn said very slowly, and TK sank into Carlos with an exaggerated pout. “I gave you a chance to tell me what happened earlier, and you decided to mouth off. Now you’re gonna wait your turn, and stop trying to get your boyfriend spanked even harder.”
“I would never-”
“Never call me and whine that ‘Carlos needs a spanking’? Never spend an entire night practically slap fighting Carlos in our group chat, and asking me to spank him every half hour? Or what exactly is it that you’d never do?”
“There’s plenty of things I’d never do, sir,” TK said primly. “But if you don’t want me to talk, I can be quiet. Even if it is rude to just shut me down.”
“You wanna talk about the nerve I have,” Quinn said, looking briefly at Eliot.
No pressure tagging for anyone who wants to play! @friendly-chaos @eule13 @snowviolettwhite
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lemonzestywrites · 24 days
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seven sentence sunday
tagged by @devirnis and @snowviolettwhite thank you both!! i super appreciate it
ive been slowly making my way through ch. 4 and im pretty much almost done with everything besides the plot i still need to write. but im committed to trying to get this out in the next two weeks if it kills me
but have a little snippet in the meantime
“Tell me?” Eddie asks quietly, words at first bordering between a statement or a question but then quickly settling on the latter. It’s two words. A simple request, really. A question that Buck knows he doesn’t have to answer. He knows Eddie would never make him do anything. But there’s something more than that. Another layer to this that Buck can’t ignore in the slightest. Something in the gentleness of Eddie’s tone. In the prodding that beckons truth but does not demand it. The words are permission. Tell me what you want, too. It’s… It’s hard to want things out of this too. Different in comparison to the way Eddie wants, Buck knows this. Eddie is exploring. Searching and learning. This is all new for him. He’s trying to put definitions and emotions to these things that have been limited to nothing but simple fantasy for so long. And Buck- Buck is here to guide him. That’s what he’s here for. To show him what this is supposed to look like and what a safe and healthy dynamic looks like so he knows. Nothing more; nothing less. To make this messier by adding what he wants; it’s…it’s just too much. So yeah, he has no problem shoving his own needs aside for this. He’s more than happy to do that, too. But even Buck can’t deny that the temptation isn’t there- especially now. The door is half-shut. Fuck, it’d be so easy to push it aside, too, to divert another direction and keep talking Eddie through his orgasm until Buck is listening to him fall apart even miles away. But Buck has a really hard time not being able to give Eddie what he wants. And if this is what Eddie wants- Buck takes a breath. And for a moment, a fraction of time, he indulges.
tagging - @aroeddiediaz @goforkinard @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz @kitteneddiediaz @wildlife4life
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