#seven sentences

[theearlgreymage]

Time for another Six (Seven?) Sentence Sunday!!

Thank you @hushed-chorus for the tag this morning! And for @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @onepintobean @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @nausikaaa and @aristocratic-otter for the tags on Wednesday <3

I've officially started working on my piece for this years EGF!! So here's seven sentences:

When you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate for literal years, it’s not unreasonable to become fascinated with specific little details of them. At least, that’s what I told myself whenever I found myself staring at Simon’s hands. 

Watching the way he delicately picks up a scone during afternoon tea. Or how he firmly grips his sword in a battle. In class, he would fidget with his pencil, twisting it between his fingers (rarely writing anything). 

And then we started dating (dating), and I noticed other details about Simon’s hands. I discovered exactly how his calluses feel against my skin.

I cannot keep track of who has posted already today.

Let's see what sentences you have to share!

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @onepintobean @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @martsonmars @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @shrekgogurt @palimpsessed @facewithoutheart @johnwgrey

#six sentence sunday #seven sentences #whoops #snowbaz

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

heads up 7 up

tagged by: @philtstone 

no-pressure tagging: @lord-jen-grey @theawkwardterrier @walkinginland

rules: post seven sentences from one of your WIPs 

His voice was soft and unconvincing. 

“I am happy to speak with you in whatever language you prefer, but even I know my French is atrocious.” That got a smile out of Fergus — yes, she did know her pronunciations were that terrible. “But you’ve never belittled me for it, and you still know what I’m saying to you all the same. And I don’t want you to… to not have certain friendships in your life because of something that a very selfish person said to you.”    

Fergus’s gaze turned contemplative, and he tilted his face up, staring at the underside of the umbrella, his fingers laced together over his bare stomach. She brushed his cheek with the backs of her fingers and struggled to tamp down on the sudden swell of guilt.

#thank you phil for the tag! 💜 #beside the seaside #seven sentences

[angelswing236]

Seven up

Thanks for the tag, @little-mouse-gardens! Here are the last seven lines of my current WIP:

“Rubbish. You were desperate enough to shag that hatchet-faced Edna woman last year, so you can’t tell me you’re not ready to try and find someone who will actually be good for you. That little goblin certainly wasn’t,” Mary said firmly, narrowing her eyes at her brother-in-law.

“She wasn’t a goblin!” Tom protested.

“She was. She was a bloody gold-digger. You deserve better than that, Tom.”

I tag @kehlana, @gaitwae, @andromedacrawley and anyone else who fancies it.

#fanfiction #wip snippet #seven sentences #downton abbey #mary crawley #tom branson #modern au #writing tag games

[theotherbuckley]

Seven Several Sentence Sunday🥹

I’m writing another chronic pain!Buck fic except this time it’s bucktommy <3

“Evan?” Tommy asks, his voice deep and gravelly. If it were any other day Buck would find that incredibly attractive. Unfortunately he isn’t able to enjoy it. Now that he’s aware of the pain in his leg it only seems to get worse. His leg throbs, it feels like his bones are trying to bully their way out of his flesh. He clenches his eyes shut as he wills his leg to calm down.

“‘M fine,” he gets out through a clenched jaw.

Tommy squints at him, tilting his head to the side. “Evan,” he repeats in a way that Buck knows means he doesn’t believe him for a second.

“Just sore,” Buck says, breathing deeply.

“Your leg?” Tommy asks and Buck simply nods, a tear escaping from his eyes. Tommy raises his hand to his face, gently wiping away the tear drop with his thumb.

“How’d you know?” Buck mumbles, he didn’t think he’d mentioned his pain to Tommy before.

“Ah, Eddie may have mentioned it one time,” Tommy replies.

Buck frowns. “You two talk about me?”

To that Tommy smiles. “‘Course. Had to find out information about the cute firefighter somehow.”

Buck smiles but it comes out more as a grimace as a particularly painful throb makes its way through his leg. “Sorry,” he starts, “I know this wasn’t what you were expecting to wake up to.”

Tommy scrunches his eyebrows at him and Buck wonders if he’s fucked up again. “Evan, are you— are you apologising for being in pain?”

Buck ducks his head. “I—I just— I’m sorry in advance for not being much fun right now.”

Tommy places his fingers under Buck’s chin, tilting his head up so that he’s looking at his eyes. “Hey, you’re in pain, and I’m your boyfriend, that means it’s my job to take care of you now. If you’ll let me?”

“You—you want to take care of me?” Buck says, eyes widening at Tommy.

Tommy frowns again. “Of course I do,” he says, placing a gentle kiss to Buck’s forehead.

Tags for SSS:

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#911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #chronic pain bucktommy #purple writes #seven sentence sunday #911 #911 show #911 fic #usercam

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @hippolotamus

sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol just to be clear, im still 10000% about buddie but im gonna enjoy this while it lasts bc I feel like this is exactly what buck needs rn lol I just wanna write him be giddy and stupid and flustered about a boy even if that's not eddie haha (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)

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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?

“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.

“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”

“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.

“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @neverevan @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck @tizniz @your-catfish-friend

#seven sentence sunday #no one look at me i gave in i'm officially boarding the bucktommy ship lmao (as in for now lol my heart will always belong to buddie ofc) #ngl i kinda hate like half of what i wrote so far and really wanna rewrite it but we'll see haha #also i still have mixed feelings about tommy calling buck evan but it's growing on me ngl #this is insane what is going on why is tommy/lou just taking over and changing my whole mind rn lmao #I just want buck to be all giddy and flustered and explore this and just be excited about it aahhh im obsessed lol #fic snippet #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #911 fic #911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy post-date fic #idk how to tag this lol #btw the beer will lead to some heavy making out bc buck deserves to make out with a cute guy lol

[elvensorceress]

sunday sentences

tagged by @tizniz @wikiangela @messyhairdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @confetti-cupcake @bekkachaos @fiona-fififi @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @diazsdimples tagging @hippolotamus @lover-of-mine @rainbow-nerdss @wildlife4life @frenziedblaze @saybiwithme @monsterrae1 @wh0re-behavi0r @epicbuddieficrecs @watchyourbuck @chaosandwolves @exhuastedpigeon @ronordmann @hoodie-buck @littlerosetrove Unless, Unless, when will we be finisheddddd. BuckleyDiaz family feelings, 3..2..1..

When they pull up to the school, Chris grabs his bag and his crutches like always and pushes open the door to the jeep like always, but for some reason, today, he also turns to Eddie and says, “Love you, Dad,” then looks at Buck and repeats, “Love you, Dad,” then says, “Bye,” and gets himself out of the car and up the walkway into the school. 

As if the whole world hasn’t stopped spinning. 

As if the whole of the universe wasn’t completely rewritten by three tiny words. 

Eddie says something like, “Love you, too,” before Chris was too far out of the car. 

But Buck is back somewhere where the world stopped and his heart stopped and suddenly restarted but nothing is actually moving. He blinks a few times. And maybe breathes? Breathing is important. He should breathe. But nothing else is functioning. 

How— how? Did that just happen? It couldn’t have happened. Buck is hearing things. He’s making it up in his head. It couldn’t have been what he thought it was. That’s just not— they’re —not? Except. They kind of are? Maybe? 

Is there seriously a child— not just any child, his Christopher. Eddie’s Christopher. Who is also Buck’s Christopher? — there’s a child who calls Buck his dad? Buck is dad to someone? 

Okay, yeah, they talk about it. Eddie talks about it. He talks about adoption papers and Chris has told Buck more than once how he loves him and has missed him and how Buck is special and means so much to him. 

But—?  But he’s never—

“Did,” Buck tries but words are hard. Why are they so ridiculously hard. “Did he just? Did he call me w-what I think he called me? Or— or am I—? I’m losing my mind, aren’t I. I’m still sleeping. Right? This is a dream.”

Eddie reaches for Buck’s arm, captures skin and muscle between two fingers, and squeezes. Lightly, but still noticeably a pinch. 

“Ow?” Buck glares at him. Not that it hurts. He just feels like being indignant. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and just smiles at him. “Not a dream. And you already know he’s your son. Our son. Where have you been the last seven years?”

Buck tries not to smile back but can’t help it. “He’s just— he’s never. Called me that. He doesn’t call me that. I’m not— I mean, I am? In a way? But— you’re his dad.”

Eddie’s face goes soft and fond, and he rests his hand on Buck’s thigh. “You’re his dad, too. You have been for a long time. No, not in the same way as me. But biology is not family. Love is family.” 

“Yeah. Yes. I—” Buck knows that. Of course he knows that. His family is Maddie and Chim and Jee-Yun and Hen and Bobby and Karen and Athena and Ravi, and by extension May and Denny and Harry and Michael and David. And of course Eddie and Chris. Always Eddie and Chris. It’s not that Buck doesn’t know. It’s not that this is a revelation. Just—

Buck’s eyes are wet and his heart is bursting, and he rubs a hand over his jaw. “He called me Dad.”

Eddie reaches until he’s cupping Buck’s face and jaw with one hand. “You’re our family. We love you.” 

“See, I know that. I do know that. But— Eddie. Eddie, he called me— he called me Dad.”

Eddie sort of laughs but it’s in a soft, sweet way, and then he pulls Buck toward him until he can kiss his forehead. “Of course he did.” 

#buddie #buddie wip #fic: unless you ask me to #seven sentence sunday #jenwyn wip #911

[honestlydarkprincess]

Snippet Sunday!

tagged by the lovely @underwater-ninja-13, @giddyupbuck, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, @exhuastedpigeon, @loveyouanyway, @rogerzsteven

more of the stubble fic<3

“C’mon, Buck,” Eddie murmured, his shoulders relaxing, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Tell me. Is it the beard or is it me?”

“It’s you,” Buck said breathlessly, staring into Eddie’s eyes. “I mean— the beard helps— all I can think about is—” He started before he cut himself off, blushing.

“What, Buck? What are you thinking about?” Eddie whispered, his breath fanning across Buck’s lips he was so close.

Buck whimpered. “I can’t— I’m not— I can’t think when you’re this close,” He finally admitted.

Eddie grinned, grabbing Buck’s t-shirt and hauling him into a kiss. The second their lips touched Buck let out a low moan and pressed as close to Eddie as possible.

“Fuck,” Eddie muttered in-between kisses, nipping Buck’s bottom lip and demanding entrance. Buck opened his mouth and groaned happily when Eddie’s tongue touched his. “Can’t believe,” Eddie panted, releasing Buck’s mouth so he could plant harsh kisses down his throat. “that you were losing your mind over a little bit of stubble.”

Buck whined. “It’s not my fault,” His hands went to Eddie’s hair, pulling on the soft strands. “You just look so good and I want you to—” Buck cut himself off with a moan.

“What, baby? You want me to what?” Eddie teased. “Cat got your tongue tonight, huh?”

Buck whimpered. Fuck, this was really happening. He was really standing in Eddie’s kitchen with Eddie plastered against his front, casually teasing him as he nipped and sucked his way down Buck’s throat. Calling him baby. It was everything Buck had ever wanted. He felt overwhelmed, in the very best way, but still overwhelmed. He let out a broken sound, it was all he was capable of.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @maygrantgf, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @watchyourbuck, @princessfbi, @sunshinediaz, @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @puppyboybuckley, @buck-coded, @excuseme-greentea, @hoodie-buck, @firemedicdiaz, @spotsandsocks, @devirnis, @barbiediaz, @disasterbuckdiaz, @lover-of-mine, @theotherbuckley, and @epicbuddieficrecs

#the stubble fic #jess.writes #my writing #my wips #buddie #buddie wip #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 #911 abc #911 fic #911 wip #seven sentence sunday

[melverie]

Love how there are four main reasons why Lucifer is as avid a Demonus Connoisseur™ as we know him to be, and how all of them hurt to think about

There's the obvious, of course. All the seraphs go out drinking together. It's a little keepsake to his time as an angel, in a way. So Lucifer sits in his moonlit study down in the Devildom, only the shadows of leaves gently swaying in the wind keeping him company, pouring himself half a horn of the finest Demonus in his collection. All to honor those he once called his brothers and sisters as they fill up each other's cups and bask in the warm sunlight of the Celestial Realm

Ah, but he's not just drinking to mourn days lost to the past! He also has reason to celebrate every once in a while! Any small improvement to his and Satan's relationship is deserving of a generous reward, don't you think? See? That's a perfectly normal reason to treat yourself to a few more horns!

A couple of bottles into his system, and all the things that usually plague his mind seem so distant all of a sudden. It all turns into nothing but hazy fragments, and it's hard to piece it all back together. Although it's not like Lucifer would even want to in the first place, not when it finally makes all the things he craves to forget about slip from his mind. About the sister he failed to save. About the brothers he damned alongside him. And the crushing guilt that accompanies his every waking moment...

And then finally, there's this one glaring issue that everyone always seems to overlook when it comes to Lucifer—"his" Pride. That awful, wretched little sin, everpresent as it dictates his tone of voice, his every gesture, every word he utters, every single little facet of his personality. Lucifer—"Avatar" of Pride and the morning star himself—is nothing but a prisoner of his own mind, a mere puppet for "his" Pride to control

And so, he drinks. Drinks until even the cheapest bottles in his collection are empty. Not that it matters much to him, at least he can finally free himself from the constant pain and heartbreak that is looming over him, even if it's just for a handful of insignificant hours in this sheer endless torture that is his immortal life. After all, he can't drown in his sorrows as long as he keeps the Demonus flowing

By the time only one last bottle is left, Lucifer stares straight into the darkness of his study, his hair completely disheveled and tears cling to his face. He has long since collapsed on the ground as he brings the very last bottle of Demonus to his lips, not stopping until he has gulped down every last drop

Right now, the Avatar of Pride is nothing but a shadow of his former glory. But oh, is there a better escape from drowning in his sorrows than to keep this sweet, sweet Demonus flowing?

#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE SENTENCE LONG HELP WHAT HAPPENED (<- brainrot took over. that's what happened) #i genuinely think pride is the most interesting out of the seven sins simply because the way it affects lucifer is so quiet #but that's a post for another day #ALSO the fourth reason is actually canon so that's cool :) #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #;mel's analyses

[infamous-if]

would u be willing to post seven's internal monologue?? pretty please just for us??? 😳

So sorry I don't mean to write all my characters with such sad internal monologues that's just what I tend to gravitate to 😢 hope it's not a problem

I shouldn’t be here. 

That thought follows them outside the car. It follows them down the street. To the Heavenly Isle lot. To the entrance. To the dancing crowd.

Their logic is practically yelling at them to turn around by the time they’re becoming one with the audience, shouldering dancing bodies as they maneuver through the human current, keeping one eye on the stage. The singer of the band on stage belts out lyrics to their song, baring their soul as they relay a love letter to an unrequited love, Annabelle. The subject of the track.

Seven clears their throat, oddly uncomfortable, before finding a relatively empty spot in the crowd.

Seven’s bandmates join them a moment later, crowding around the circular standing table by the edge of the crowd. Seven senses a few eyes on them. They brace themself for someone to ask for an autograph, even a picture, but loosen up when no one does. Good. Let them be a ghost. Let their image disappear. Let them cease to exist. Just for this one night. 

They just need this one night. 

“Why are we here?” Pope whines, going as far as stomping his feet. “We ditched a rager to watch BOTB auditions? We already won.”

Seven stares ahead, expression unchanging as the singer dives into a bridge full of confession and regret.  It was just last week they were up on that very stage, auditioning for the chance of a lifetime, singing lyrics just as raw. Just as vulnerable. 

Oddly enough, Seven wasn’t even half as nervous then as they are tonight.

“It’s good to get to know our competition,” Seven replies, surprising themself with how casual they sound. It’s funny, really. There’s nothing casual about their appearance tonight. 

They feel eyes on them and they meet Avina’s gaze, who shoots a pointed look at the table. Seven looks down, finding that their hand is tapping relentlessly against it. They turn it into a fist, shoving it in the pocket of their plaid shirt, hating how observant their friend is. 

“Our competition?” Keiran asks, doing a perusal himself. “When did you become so”—they make a vague gesture with their hands—“involved?”

Seven clenches their jaw. “Is it a crime to want to win? If you want to slack off this competition, be my guest, but you’re not doing it in this fucking band.”

Kieran’s brows lift. 

Seven shuts their eyes. “Sorry, that—“ They huff. “I didn’t mean that.”

Pope shoots Seven an odd look. “Why are you—“ Even beneath the dimly lit mezzanine that shakes with the weight of the dancers, Seven can see the dawn of their realization clearly. “Oh. Oh. I get it now.” 

“Get what?” Kieran prompts, whipping his head back and forth in search of an answer. “Get what? What?”

“Seven didn’t come here to scope out the competition.” A teasing smile grows on his face. “Well, they did. One competitor in particular.” 

Seven shuts their eyes as Kieran lets out a child-like ‘ohhhhh.’

“Pope,” Avina sighs out, staring at Seven with a trace of worry on their face. Which makes it worse. “Stop it.” 

Pope raises his hands in surrender. Kieran has enough decency to pat Seven supportively on the back. 

“The pain we reap. The lives we seek. Would you bury me with the rest of your past misdeeds?”

Seven looks around, soaking in the dancing crowd. Are they listening? Truly listening? Do they resonate with the pain of the singer? 

Do they care?

That’s one of Seven’s biggest problems as an artist; having to deal with the fact that sometimes a song is just a song. That for Seven, it could be their whole heart on a track. And for others it could just be another three minutes to escape. 

Seven briefly wonders if they watched their performance. Would they have listened to the lyrics Seven wove in the quietest hours of the night, catered specifically for them? Would they have understood?

Seven clears their throat, shaking away the thoughts just as Donny, the host, comes up on stage. The next few minutes melt together in a blur of cheering and conversations Seven hardly hears. 

Because they’re there. Right there. And Seven has lost all grip on reality. Any sense of self. For a moment, it almost feels like a dream. 

If only they cared a little less.

They feel an arm on them and look up to see Avina smiling. “Howdy, partner.”

Seven faces ahead, watching as (MC) and the band takes their places on stage. Their eyes track MC’s every move, as though MC is in danger of disappearing. Isn’t that what they did the first time? “Hi,” they say finally. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Avina says. The lights dim, signaling the start of the song. “You can just leave.”

“I know,” Seven clears their throat, “but I can’t.”

Avina says nothing to that, instead choosing to face ahead. Pope and Kieran come closer, whispering to each other as the first notes of the song start. 

MC’s voice is just as Seven remembered. Smooth. Hypnotizing. They hate that it still gives them chills. Hate that MC still has that kind of power over them and their body. 

As the crowd becomes increasingly excited, Seven’s will to stay weakens. The lyrics are too close. Too real and watching MC up there cuts a bit too deep. Seven wants to care a little less? No—they don’t want to care at all. They wish they could wash MC off them like filth. Strip memories of their scent, forget the way they laugh, strike out every memory with a marker like some failed lyric in one of their notebooks. Just erase it all until there’s nothing left. 

And it’s in that moment, while Seven is thinking up every twisted metaphor, that MC notices them. 

A stifled sound they didn’t know they could make crosses their throat. MC eyes pierce through them as if Seven were made of glass. That’s surely how they feel right now—delicate and liable to break. 

MC’s voice pitches upon the realization and they look around, as if to check if anyone noticed. No one does. But Seven did. Seven always does. 

It’s then that Seven answers their own question. If you heard my song, would you understand? They know MC would, because this is not just music to them. Their songs used to be another language. It was the way they laughed, the way they knew what the other was thinking with one kiss. The way they touched and danced and did nothing at all under the pulsing lights of the stars on their mom’s roof. 

And it’s all gone. 

“This was a mistake,” Seven whispers to Kieran, hating how choked their voice sounds. Despite their earlier humor, Kieran remains grave when they nod.

Seven doesn’t have to say anything else. Their friends know instantly. Just like what Seven had with MC, they have their own language. This is how it is—you move on by finding something else. By burying the past with the Seven they killed the night they decided to leave. 

Seven gives themself ten seconds. Ten seconds to allow themselves to feel. Then, once the ten seconds are up, they imagine themself scribbling this moment out like a song in a journal, doing so dark enough that even the most painful moments can’t been seen under the messy wall of black. 

They turn around and walk through the crowd. They don’t look back. 

#Just like Rowan's this is quite long #once again pls excuse typos or any awkward sentences #i only do one draft of drabbles #seven lawless #drabble #POV drabble #seven's pov #i should be correcting errors #haha

[devirnis]

Seven(+) Sentence Sunday

Anyone order up some Bucktommy Buck whump?

They make it just outside the building, and then Evan lets out a pained groan, suddenly leaning heavily into Tommy’s side.  Shit. “Evan?” “Sorry,” Evan gasps. “Just… hurts to move.” All right, fuck this. Without any preamble, Tommy scoops Evan up into his arms in a bridal carry. Evan lets out a surprised yelp that would be adorable under any other circumstances and flings his arms around Tommy’s neck to hold on, but Tommy is a man on a mission. He charges across the pavement to where his car is parked, only putting Evan down when he’s standing next to his passenger door. After he gets Evan buckled in, he jogs around to the driver’s side and hops in. He shoves his key into the ignition and starts the car, barely remembering to check his surroundings before he peels out of the parking stall.

tags are being weird so apologies for the layout

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess @sibylsleaves @messyhairdiaz

@eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @tizniz @lemonzestywrites

tagging @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @princessfbi @spaceprincessem @giddyupbuck

@goforkinard @bvckandeddie @monsterrae1 @eowon @shitouttabuck

@sunshinediaz @underwaterninja13 @father-salmon @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon

#calling him 'evan' throughout still feels so weird but oh well #seven sentence sunday #writing tag games #911 wip #mywip #appendicitis fic

[watchyourbuck]

“Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?” if it sparks joy 💙💙💙

Buck could see the drops of sweat going down Eddie's back. They tainted his grey shirt every time he walked.

Eddie’s steps were unsteady, unsure. He had worked for over fourteen hours, and the high of the call was finally going down. He was tired.

Buck leaned against the glass door of the locker room, his firefighter gear bent over his hips. He sported the same grey shirt, but it wore a little tighter on him than Eddie. He crossed his arms over his chest, a playful smirk overtaking his lips.

It took Eddie a minute to notice. He had sat down on the bench and started to take his boots off, when a ring on his brain made him look up. Buck’s stare was dark.

“What?” he asked, a tremble in his voice. He sat up right, looking behind Buck to see if anybody else was around. “What’s going on?”

Buck licked his lips, shifting ever so slightly. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie could have choked. If he had been consuming anything, he would have choked. He blinked, processing the scene in his mind. He couldn’t have heard right. “Wh- what?”

“You heard me,” Buck muttered, pushing himself off the door frame. He walked inside, taking three menacing steps. “So, are you?”

The sweat going down Eddie’s skin turned ice cold, everything else stopping right in place. He let go of his muddy boot. “Uh-,” he started, cutting himself off.

The height difference was making him anxious, so he slowly rose to his feet. Buck was still taller, but it felt a little less uncomfortable. He forced a playful frown on his face, not really sure how to respond.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Buck’s scoff was hard to ignore. It was riddled with cockiness and a throaty sound that made Eddie’s heart pump. “I see the way you look at me,” he said, loud and confident, like no one could hear them. “Your eyes on my body, the way you lick your lips... I’ve seen it all.”

All things considered, he could run; he could abandon his things in the locker room and bolt. But something was keeping his feet on the ground like nails on a casket.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Yes. “Buck, I-.”

“Look,” he said, stopping him mid-sentence — not that he had anything else prepared. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been nice, haven’t I?”

He reached forward, taking a strand of Eddie’s sweaty hair and pushing it away from his face. If he had had long hair, Eddie was sure he would have put it behind his ear. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been,” he continued. His voice was condescending, but no matter how hard Eddie tried, he couldn’t seem to find it unappealing. “But now I don’t wanna be no more, so I’m asking. Are you done pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie breathed out, a shaky little gush of air escaping his lips. Buck’s eyes roamed down his body, stifling a little ‘aw.’ “Look how hard you are.”

Again, he could have choked. Nothing in the world could have prepared him at all for what was going down. A part of him still thought he was dreaming —and it wouldn’t have been completely ridiculous, taking into the account the dreams he actually did have.

He nodded again, a feeling of absolute defeat settling in his bones. Buck nodded along, clicking his tongue like a teacher who’s just caught you cheating.

“Great,” he said, taking one step closer. A voice in his head yelled at him to wet his lips, but Buck didn’t lean down to kiss him. Instead, he reached forward to palm him through his gear. Eddie moaned with his mouth closed. “Now that we’re clear, I’ll be waiting for you in my car. Got it?”

Eddie closed his eyes, breathing slowly and resisting the urge to buck into Buck’s hand. Somehow he knew he would’ve laughed at him. “Y-yes,” he finally whispered, an admission that would cost him greatly.

“Outstanding,” replied Buck, a more than pleased grin extending over his lips. “Take your time.” He leaned in, taking Eddie’s jaw with his other hand and turning him to his side so he could whisper in his ear. “I’ve got all night.”

And just like that, he was gone.

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[wildlife4life]

Happy Birthday to ME!

In honor of my birthday today, I am celebrating by dropping chapter 2 of Three Taps for the Lombardi aka NFL Buck! YAY!!!!!

All the love and major props to @hippolotamus for beta reading and for the edit of Red's door in the fic!

Three Taps for the Lombardi

Mature // 3.9K // Chapter 2 “Chimney basically outed me to the team today. So now they all know I’m gay and have a boyfriend,” Eddie tells Buck when he slides into the bed later that evening. He gently nudges Jade, their black coat retriever mix, from her resting place next to the man who first bought her home.  She huffs in displeasure and leaps down, padding out of their bedroom, most likely heading to Christopher’s room. His boyfriend quirks an eyebrow. “Outed you? Have you been trying to hide it? I thought we agreed-“ Eddie groans. “I know what we agreed to, and I wasn’t hiding that I’m gay, but I’m not going around saying, 'Hi I'm Eddie Diaz from Houston and I only like dick.” Buck chokes on a laugh, but lets him continue. “I’ve been calling you my partner, no gender attached.  But then there were these girls at this awful country bar and they were being very persistent-“ “And you got annoyed, so you pulled the gay card,” Buck says with understanding. The fireman snorts. “Told them I have a boyfriend and I guess the team overheard, or my voice carries really well, I don’t know. But anyways we get in the truck and Chimney blurts out, ‘You’re gay?’ and it was all downhill from there.” Buck is shaking the bed with how hard he's laughing. "Oh my god, Eddie! He didn't out you, you did that yourself!"

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[angelswing236]

Seven lines...

@little-mouse-gardens tagged me to post seven lines of a wip. Here they are...

In the bathroom up in the servants’ quarter, Mary leaned on the sink, breathing deeply through her nose. This could not be happening. It could not be happening. How was this happening?

Impatiently, she shoved aside that question. No point dwelling on that now when she had no answer for it. Instead, she needed to get herself ready for the day and whatever it would bring.

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[sibylsleaves]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990!

more from the second chapter of some things fall:

It doesn’t fully click until a random Tuesday afternoon as they’re riding to a call in the engine, chatting amongst themselves the way they always do.  “The weirdest part, honestly, is just the constant re-evaluation of stuff from years ago,” Buck is saying. “Like, I’ll be grocery shopping or something and then I’ll have a random memory of like, oh yeah, I guess I was flirting with that tourist in Peru. Maybe I was actually interested in that firefighter we met in Texas. Or, maybe the reason I always got nervous around that nice upperclassman in my Sophomore biology class was because I had a crush on him. It’s a real trip.” “Kinda makes you wonder what else you might’ve missed, huh,” Hen says. Eddie’s not thinking about it. He’s not.  It’s just. Well. He’d said it to Tommy, hadn’t he? That Buck had treated Tommy the same way he’d treated Eddie when they first met. The posturing and the overly aggressive one-upmanship. He’s not thinking about whether or not Buck has considered that behavior in a new light.  “It’s just really crazy that if Tommy hadn’t gone and kissed me, I might never have realized,” Buck says.  “Well, tell Tommy he should’ve kept his lips to himself and saved us all from The Greatest Hits of Buck’s Past Crushes,” Chimney grumbles. “Wait, so—you really didn’t know you liked him until he kissed you?” Ravi asks.  “Not. A. Clue,” Buck says, somehow sounding impressed by his own lack of self-awareness. 

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[wikiangela]

Seven Sentence Sunday

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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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[honestlydarkprincess]

Sentences Sunday!

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have a lil from the 7x04 fic i just started like 20 minutes ago :3

Buck hadn’t planned on doing anything to show his displeasure at the sudden friendship between Eddie and Tommy, despite the fact that it sent hot, furious jealousy coursing through his veins. Really, he hadn’t. It’s just…well, he was just going for the ball during their basketball game…unfortunately Eddie happened to get pushed out of the way in order for Buck to get said ball.

Buck hadn’t thought that Eddie would lose his balance and fall hard on his wrist. Nor did he think that he’d be driving Eddie to the hospital to get an x-ray on Chim’s orders. All because of his silly moment of jealousy.

The drive was quiet, Eddie hadn’t said much since he’d fallen. He’d barely even looked at Buck since. And now Buck was sitting there, guilt swirling around him and making him feel sick.

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