#tag games: wip wednesday

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged in wip Wednesday by @wildlife4life @iinryer and @eddiebabygirldiaz! Here’s a bit of Buck getting hurt and Eddie calling Tommy about it…

Tommy picks up three rings in. “Hey, Eddie!” His voice is so cheerful Eddie can hear the shape of his grin. “Your schedule clear up? Tipsy bowling’s not gonna be the same without you, bud.”

Fuck, was that supposed to be today? What day of the week is it? An endless, horrible shift has knocked Eddie’s internal clock way out of whack. “Uh- no. That’s not why I… Tommy.”

Three seconds isn’t a long period of time under most circumstances. To hear it down a phone line is an eternity. “What happened? Is everything okay? Is-” a sudden, small inhale. “Buck didn’t answer my… I knew he was at work.” Eddie doesn’t know what to do with the way his voice shakes a little on the word. He’s not sure he’s ever heard Tommy worried, not really, not even in a helicopter in the middle of a hurricane. “I figured he was just busy. Eddie-”

“He’s alive,” Eddie gets out, wincing because that’s not an entirely reassuring statement. There’s a lot of steps between okay and dead. He’s been running through a lot of them in his head, over and over, ever since- “We were helping some trapped rock climbers but the ground- he fell like twenty feet and still somehow managed to fucking catch and hold the vic’s line till we could get to him.” They hadn’t got his gloves off but his wrists above them were rope-burned and already bruising a deep red. “He was, uh- he was conscious, most of the way here.”

Tagging @shitouttabuck @homerforsure @rogerzsteven @bigfootsmom @chronicowboy if you got anything to share!

#tag games #wip wednesday

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the super amazing @cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @bekkachaos @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela and @theotherbuckley

SURPRISE!!!! In honor of the Kansas City Chiefs winning back to back super bowls, I have posted the first chapter of Three Taps for the Lombardi aka NFL Buck! Woooooo! The biggest and loudest shout out to @hippolotamus who so graciously beta read this, was one of my biggest supporters, and kept my secret! You are so amazing! This fic is my pride and joy and I am so excited to share it! Hope you all enjoy!

Three Taps for the Lombardi

Mature // 3.8K // Chapter 1

Eddie Diaz is the 118's new transfer from Houston and he is a bit of mystery. The team knows a few things about the stoic man. He's was a medic in the army with a silver star, he has a son, a dead ex-wife, is gay, and has long term boyfriend named Buck who he moved to L.A. with. Oh, and Eddie is never on shift when there is a home game for the L.A. Rams. Evan Buckley has been traded to the L.A. Rams from the Houston Texans. He has amazing stats, awards, and been named one of America's most eligible bachelors. All he's missing is a super bowl win and a WAG to cheer for him alongside his sister in the stands. Or at least, that's what he's led the world to believe. Almost ten years ago Paramedic Diaz ran onto the Texas Longhorn's field to help college football star Evan Buckley after he was knocked unconscious. Months later, secrets are made so dreams can come true. Can they keep those secrets intact as Eddie takes on the challenges of being a firefighter in L.A. while Buck battles for the Lombardi with a new team?

Tagging for WIP Wednesday (no pressure): @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @spotsandsocks @devirnis @buddierights @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon @aroeddiediaz @giddyupbuck @rainbow-nerdss @loserdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @eddiescowboy @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @evanbegins @elvensorceress @malewifediaz @911onabc @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @buck-coded @prosperdemeter2 @lemonzestywrites @gayedmundodiaz @transboybuckley @nmcggg

#wip wednesday #tag game #my fic #a03 fic #first chapter #911 abc #911 show #911 on abc #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #my pride and joy #chiefs kingdom baby

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

I was tagged by so many beloveds @tizniz, @devirnis, @hoodie-buck, @homerforsure, @princessfbi

@try-set-me-on-fire, @usersiren, @bidisasterevankinard <3 <3 <3

Here’s some more from the bucktommy 5+1 hands fic

“You like that?” Tommy’s pupils are blown wide, his lips kiss swollen and shiny.

Buck swallows thickly, throat clicking. Tommy tracks the movement with his hungry gaze and tightens his grip, pulling Buck’s head back to expose the long column of his throat.

A sound gets stuck between his teeth and slips out as breathless “yes,” damning in its earnestness.

Tommy sucks in a breath through his teeth, dropping his forehead down to Buck’s shoulder. “Fuck, kid. You’re gonna kill me.”

Another hand slips into Buck’s hair and then he’s being pulled in for another kiss, the hot press of Tommy’s mouth stealing the breath from his lungs. The press of Tommy’s fingertips against his scalp feel like they’re burning him, leaving behind a crown of Tommy’s fingerprints for Buck to wear.

Tags <3

@swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @bibuddie, @maygrantgf, @bisexual-buck

@mellaithwen, @housewifebuck, @colonoscopys, @boykisserbuckley, @shyaudacity

@underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @giddyupbuck, @loserdiaz

@monsterrae1, @thatnerdemryn, and YOU if you’re reading this and want to post!

#wip wednesday #tag game #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 #911 fic #hands fic #molly writes #wip

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday

More from the bucktommy appendicitis fic! Hoping to have this bad boy done by the weekend

Evan looks awful. Dark circles are smudged under his eyes, he’s even paler than usual and looking a little green, and his temples are glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He blinks at Tommy – once, twice, like he can’t tell if he’s hallucinating – and then his forehead creases in confusion. “Tommy?” he rasps, his voice rough. “What– what are you doing here?” Tommy grins. “I said I’d check on you after my shift, didn’t I?” The corner of Evan’s mouth twitches, like he’s trying to smile but his face is too tired for it. “I kind of figured you meant a phone call.” “Yeah, well. I thought maybe you might like some company.” Tommy hefts the bag he’s carrying up a little. “And someone to make you soup.” “I don’t think I’m very good company right now.” “Hey, that’s not what I’m here for. But if you do seriously want to be alone, I’ll go. I promise I won’t be offended.” “N-no!” Evan swings the door open wider. “Please stay. Some cuddling on the couch might fix me.”

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @hoodie-buck

tagging @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @princessfbi @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @goforkinard @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @eowon @messyhairdiaz @shitouttabuck @exhuastedpigeon @sunshinediaz @lemonzestywrites @rainbow-nerdss @underwaterninja13 @father-salmon @daffi-990 @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @watchyourbuck @thewolvesof1998

#wip wednesday #writing tag games #911 wip #mywip #appendicitis fic

[hollytree33]

WIP Wednesday!

Folks! I was tagged by the wonderful @greypetrel last week!! I didn’t have much to show then, but I do now!!

Updates on that Solas sketch I teased a while back! I just slapped some colors on this thing and I’m not the most happy with them right now, but I never am to start with lmao. It’ll get better as I goooo

Aaannndd here’s the sketchiest sketchy sketch that you ever did see that I just started working on. This one is mostly just an excuse to paint foliage and fun lighting (all those scribbles will be plants soon, I promise)

This week I’ll be tagging @greypetrel back as well as @plisuu, @rosieofcorona, @inquisimer, @broodwolf221, and @dreadfutures! No pressure to participate as always 💖💞

#wip wednesday #actually on wednesday this time! #success! #where are Shivana’s hands in that sketch? great question I don’t know either #shiv’s painting is kinda looking like inquisition propaganda rn #it also looks like if my chariot and judgement tarot cards had a baby #sigh #its fine #ALSO #i didn’t even notice until i started painting but her armor has malenia vibes right now #my elden ring brain rot is showing #tag game

[vixstarria]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @bardic-inspo (thank you!)

Well, it was already Thursday down here by the time I saw the mention, but I am roughly a day ahead of the majority of tumblr (I presume - never looked into any geographic statistics if there are any). Still Wednesday somewhere in Alaska as I post this.

Tagging @spacebarbarianweird @justporo and @brabblesblog (no pressure though!); anyone else welcome to participate as well (if you do - tag meeee!)

Here's a piece of my current WIP - might keep it under a cut, as it's NSFW.

“Maybe if they could see how wet I can make you just by rubbing your back they’d reconsider how much of a joke this is,” he said, his voice low. He continued to pump his fingers in and out – you were almost embarrassed by the loud squelching sounds that came out of you. You moaned and tried to lift your hips higher, but your legs were encased between his thighs, pinned down on the bedroll. “Do you think you’d be reacting this way to young Ravengard, darling?”  “Stop it,” you hissed. “You know I don’t want anyone but you.”  “Stop?” he pulled his fingers out, to your dissatisfied whine. You looked back to see him studying your slick on his fingers. “I should go smear this on his face right now... The audacity to try to get his hands on what is not his.” He licked his fingers clean instead. He turned his attention back to you.  

#tag game #wip wednesday #astarion #my writing #smut wip #impending smut

[watchyourbuck]

Wip Wednesday | A.R.C.A.N.E.3

(snippet from upcoming chapter 4)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Eddie woke up to water being thrown on his face. He gasped for air and spat out what had gone inside his mouth, then opened his eyes, moving frantically, but he couldn’t see. Blindfolded.

“Stay put, Voider,” ordered a man in a rough voice.

Eddie’s senses were heightened. He struggled against the restrains on his hands and feet, but the knots were tight. Camp of Voiders, he thought.

The man moved around the room, his steps resonating against the walls. This couldn’t be on the surface. He was underground. Somewhere underground.

Buck.

“Where is he?” Eddie asked, trying to force his wrists apart. “Where is he!”

Read on ao3

tagged by @spotsandsocks @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @diazsdimples & @tizniz I haven’t been able to read your works yet but I will asap! Thank you for your love & patience 🥺🩷

tagging in return @lover-of-mine @wildlife4life @tsunamibuckley @loserdiaz @puppyboybuckley @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @theotherbuckley @kitteneddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @honestlyeddie @evanbegins @eddiiediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddie---diaz @devirnis @bigfootsmom @smilingbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @your-catfish-friend @911-on-abc @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @bucksbackwardcap @cal-daisies-and-briars @nmcggg @urfactual & @giddyupbuck ✨ (let me know if you wished to be removed!)

#wip wednesday #we’re all gonna pretend I haven’t been missing from these tag games for like a month now #I’m just so genuinely exhausted #the bar exam is taking every piece of me #I’m incapable rn #but I write when I can #and I’m going through my tbr list but I’m also a slow reader so bare with me #buddie #911 fox #911 #911 tv show #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buddie wip

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Lokius. Loki fears they will be lost to timeslipping, so when they appear beside Mobius, even if they are on the floor, they cling onto him.

Loki was lost, pulled across the vastness of space and time, stretched so thin it felt like their atoms would be forever scattered, then snapping back together a second later. Each time, it hurt, but they didn’t want to admit that, not to Mobius when it was their fault they were in this mess. They’d let their guard down, and now the universe was spinning off kilter. The fear was the worst. Each time they disappeared, there was no assurance they would come back…to him. They could be gone and Mobius might never know the truth, that they loved him, even if they could never say it. If they never came back, would anyone think their life had been worth living? For years, they had been cut off from their peers, never having friends, never letting anyone in, isolating themself from their own family. They’d experienced years of loneliness, and they knew they deserved more. It had only been when they’d met Mobius that they’d finally felt some peace. For the first time in their life, they had been truly seen but without any judgement, and Loki had struggled to accept it, until finally—like a ravenous dog—they had revelled in the very thing they’d always wanted. Mobius made them feel whole when before they hadn’t realised they were damaged. And now, they needed him more than ever. With each twist of their body, they were sure they were getting closer to oblivion. The cosmos had never looked so desolate. Darkness filled the void. Their heart ripped, another piece falling out and disappearing, never to be found again. It was over. It must be. They would never know the meaning of love again. With eyes closed, they let themself float, waiting, enduring. Then, a bright light shone from above and they winced. Muscles pulled and contracted, and beneath them was something solid, smooth and cold. Suddenly, they could breathe again. Their lungs worked and blood pumped through their veins. The world settled around them and they opened their eyes, realising exactly where they were. In front of them was a leg hidden beneath the scratchy brown material the TVA insisted everyone wear, and beneath that a leather shoe. Their eyes swivelled down their body, spotting Mobius’ other leg and the thin metal legs of the chair he was seated on. Above them was a table, and Mobius was hunched over it like he always was. Loki took in a sharp breath of air, then grabbed onto Mobius’ legs, wrapping their body around him and sighing with relief to have him in their grasp once more. “What the?” Mobius yelled. “Mmmm,” Loki replied, face snuggled into him, never wanting to let go.

Inspired by this gorgeous art by @queerolddad.

I was tagged by both @cha-melodius and @kcscribbler. Thank you. 💕

Tagging writers, artists and creators @doomed-spectacles @insert-witty-user-name-here @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five @starrose17 @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian @blackbirdofasgard @faylights @typewriterwolf @lgwilt @mobius-m-mobius @wolfpup026 @natendo-art @lokimobius @loki-us and anyone else who wants to do it.

#lokius #loki x mobius #loki #mobius #loki series #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #loki show #loki tv #lokius fanfic #wip wednesday #my wips #writer tag game

[zaldritzosrose]

WIP Wednesday

Share the last line of your WIP, with no context!

Thank you for the tag @alexagirlie

"This agreement gives your brother quite an army, my prince, do not forget that." Lyanna snapped, taking one step closer to Aemond.

Tags: @lady-phasma @foxyanon @arcielee @tumblin-theworldaway @barbiedragon @targaryen-dynasty @thought--bubble @valeskafics

#tag game #wip wednesday

[wannab-urs]

WIP Wednesday

Doing my own thing with WIP Wednesday this week and combining a couple typical tag games.

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Loser, Baby - Dieter x Frankie

“Frankie, man, I just feel like such a fucking loser. I cannot get my shit together,” Dieter whines into the phone. He drums his fingers on the table top in front of him, contemplating ordering another whiskey.  “News flash, Dee. You are a loser,” Frankie’s reply crackles through the speaker. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “You’re calling me from a bar. You are literally addicted to cocaine, smoke too much weed, and rarely go more than 24 hours without getting piss drunk. What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know, man.” Dieter trails off. He drains the last few ice cubes in the tumbler. “Reassure me? Make me feel better? You’re my fucking sponsor.” “We’re both losers, Dee. We met in NA for fucks sake, it’s not like I’ve always had my shit together.”  “Will you come get me?” Dieter’s voice is pathetically whiny. He feels stupid for even needing to call, and now he’s asking for this.  “Course. Give me 15. Don’t order another drink.” The line goes dead and Dieter saunters up to the bar to order another and wait for Frankie. 

Din/Ez Mandalorian rewrite (to be titled later)

(this would be the end of episode/chapter 1) “Well. They said 40 years old.” “This does look to be our target,” the droid quips.  IG raises his blaster as if to shoot the sleeping man.   “No. We'll bring him in alive.” “The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.” He raises his blaster again, but Din is faster. Before the IG unit can even register his movement, there’s a hole in its head.  The bounty is sleeping on the floor, a pile of ragged blankets serving as a bed. He’s missing an arm, the stump wrapped in dirty bandages. Din toes him with his boot, keeping his blaster trained on him. The man doesn’t wake up. Din kicks him a bit harder and he still doesn’t stir. He picks the man up and heaves him over his shoulders. He carries him out to the blurg Kuill let him keep and ties him to its back like a saddlebag.  It’s a long walk back to the ship.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

Additionally, if you want to pick my brain about either one, I have a decent bit of lore planned out. Feel free to shoot me an ask or drop a comment <3

Tags: @chronically-ghosted @sp00kymulderr @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @burntheedges @beskarandblasters @pedgito @covetyou @jupiter-soups @toxic-seduction @futuraa-free @nerdieforpedro @kennysbellbottoms @valoxwayward @qveerthe0ry @rhoorl @party-hearses @rebel-held @dancingtotuyo @sin-djarin @littlegrungegirlaf @perotovar @javierpenaispunk @magpiepills @whatsnewalycat @schnarfer @heareball @always-andromeda @bitchwitch1981 @mothandpidgeon @all-the-way-down-here

#tag games #wip wednesday #poll

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @daffi-990 and @bigfootsmom for wip wednesday! Here’s a bit of a won’t you close your weary eyes sequel I forgot I’d scribbled in a notebook, Buck accidentally interrupting Bobby and Eddie deep talks…

The back door clatters open and both of them startle a little. Eddie recovers quickly, hands coming up right away to his fiancé’s waist and arm to help him limp over and sit down on the bench between him and Bobby’s chair.

“You’re supposed to be using the crutches,” he gently chastises, looking Buck up and down with a medic’s careful eye.

“I know, I have been,” Buck says, leaning to bump their shoulders together. “But they were in our room and you were out here. Kind of, you know, equidistant from the couch, and there were more things to grab onto and hop along going this way.”

“Hm,” Eddie says, aiming for unamused though Bobby thinks he lands nearer indulgent.

“Hardly put any weight on it, promise.” Buck sticks out his booted foot, gently wiggling it a little. His already earnest voice drops into something sheepish-sincere. “Could you, uh, maybe get me an ice pack though? Fridge was not in the hopping path.”

“Course,” Eddie says, kissing Buck’s cheek as he stands. “Want me to grab ibuprofen?”

“Yes, please.” Buck watches him go back into the house with a soft smile on his face, and then looks over at Bobby and does a mild double take at whatever lingering expression he finds there. “Uh-” he glances again in the direction his partner left, “Sorry, this looks serious, I can go-”

“No, no,” Bobby shakes his head. “How’re you doing, kid, how’s the foot?”

It’s kind of late but @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @shitouttabuck @buckactuallys @butchdiaz @chronicowboy @rogerzsteven if you have anything you want to share!

#tag games #wip wednesday

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @spotsandsocks (who just posted the final chapter of her amazing werewolf fic!) @hippolotamus @tizniz (who has posted several new fics!) @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @aroeddiediaz and @diazsdimples (who has also posted a new fic!) Thank you all so much! Super excited for all the new works and the ones in progress!

Let's say it all together now... NFL BUCK! Shorter snippet today, but I'm trying to share less because I feel like I've shared almost the whole fic already (lol I haven't). Previous NFL Buck postings here. Enjoy!

"Okay I am so confused. Can you explain it all again?" Buck asks once Eddie finishes the whole bank robbery/framing debacle. Eddie chuckles and gently tugs at the blond curls beneath his hand, earning a pout from the younger man, "Baby I am not going through all of that again. If you really want to get a better understanding, just talk to Athena. I'm sure she would love to regale you with her side and the investigation." Buck tightens his arms around Eddie's waist, snuggles deeper into his chest, then peers up under his eye lashes, baby blues wide and pleading, "But she doesn't have your beautiful voice seeped with southern annoyance." He gives in immediately (has been since their first meeting) and brushes off the southern annoyance remark (no matter how true), "Fine, but just a basic run down okay? Any other questions get directed to Athena." His boyfriend hums in agreement, eyes sparkling with giddy, and his pout replaced with small, but pleased smile. Eddie quietly laughs, god he loves this man, and cranes his head down. Evan meets him halfway, lifting his own head from Eddie's chest and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. Eventually, Buck pulls aways first and settles himself once again on Eddie's chest, his head resting on the three dashes and three words inscribed on fireman's pec. Eddie could feel the press of the quarterback's ear over his heart and his smiles broadens, knowing how Evan likes to hear not only Eddie's words, but the vibrations of his voice alongside the beat of his heart. Pressing one last kiss to the top of Buck's head, Eddie settles back against their plush head board, returns his fingers to Buck's curls, and begins the tale of the failed heist for a second time, "So we get this medical call out to a bank..."

Some domestic fluff at the end of the Ocean's 911 arc of this fic. Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @lemonzestywrites @malewifediaz @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @rogerzsteven @gayedmundodiaz @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @jesuisici33 @glorious-spoon @bekkachaos @buddierights @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @eddiescowboy @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @evanbegins @911onabc @911-on-abc @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @buck-coded @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1

#wip wednesday #tag game #my wip #911 abc #911 on abc #911 show #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #ocean 911 arc #domestic fluff #failed bank heist #their love is very soft

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

tagged by the lovely @tizniz, @bidisasterevankinard <3 <3 <3

this week has sucked ass and it’s only wednesday. anyways, I was inspired by a post from @djdangerlove (I cannot find the original post im so sorry) about buck calling Tommy “Thomas” so here’s a little something from that:

“Do you want me to call you Buck?”

Evan’s nose scrunches up, lips pursing as he slits his eyes open to look at Tommy, slivers of electric blue in the dim light of the bedroom. “Mm–mm.” He snuffles into the pillow, sagging against the bed.

Tommy thinks that’s the end of the conversation, Evan finally passing over the threshold into sleep. But Evan mumbles something else, the sound of it soaked up by his pillow and too quiet for Tommy to hear.

“What?” Tommy asks with a quiet laugh.

Evan huffs, annoyed that his sleep keeps getting thwarted. But he turns his face, unburying it from the pillow.

“Like the way you say my name.”

tags <3

@usersiren, @honestlydarkprincess, @holdmygum, @swiftietartt, @bibuddie, @maygrantgf, @bisexual-buck, @princessfbi, @mellaithwen, @homerforsure, @housewifebuck, @colonoscopys, @boykisserbuckley, @shyaudacity, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @loveyouanyway, @try-set-me-on-fire, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @giddyupbuck, @underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @hoodie-buck, @devirnis, and you if you’re reading this!!!! (I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged or I forgot an url, my brain is toasted)

#wip wednesday #evan buckley #tommy kinard #tag game #911 #911 fic #bucktommy #molly writes #wip #this fic doesn’t have a fun tagline yet

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday 🤧

Tagged by so many people the last couple days! Like all of you, I am becoming less and less of a functional person before tomorrow's episode. Anyway, here's more from asthma attack fic!

A paper cup is thrust in front of his face. Buck tries to take it but his hands are shaking badly now and he nearly spills it all over himself. “I c– I can’t –” he gasps. “I’ll help you.” Eddie places a gentle hand on the back of his neck and holds the cup up to his lips. “Come on, drink for me.” Buck doesn’t know that he’ll be able to stop wheezing long enough to take even a sip, but for Eddie he’ll try. He lets Eddie carefully tilt his head back and parts his lips. Bitter, hot coffee flows into his mouth and Buck forces himself to swallow. Miraculously, he manages a couple good mouthfuls before his rhythm falters and he accidentally ends up inhaling some. He chokes and splutters, coughing out the liquid all over himself and Eddie. “Shit!” Eddie swears. He guides Buck’s head forward again and starts rubbing up and down his back. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” “S’okay,” Buck manages to cough out. It’s not Eddie’s fault his lungs have suddenly decided to stop working. Eddie grimaces, and looks back towards the blocked doorway. “Cap! How’s that rescue looking?” “We’ve got another forklift coming! Just hang tight for a few more minutes!” “Just a couple more minutes,” Eddie repeats, rubbing Buck’s back a little more forcefully. “You’re gonna be fine. Just hang on for a few more minutes.”

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @honestlydarkprincess @sunshinediaz @rainbow-nerdss @underwater-ninja-13 @eddiebabygirldiaz @homerforsure @lemonzestywrites @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck

tagging @princessfbi @bigfootsmom @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @giddyupbuck @goforkinard @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @eowon @messyhairdiaz @shitouttabuck @father-salmon @watchyourbuck @lamardeuse @shortsighted-owl

also you should all know I'm going to title it after this song

#wip wednesday #writing tag games #mywip #asthma attack fic #911 wip #Spotify

[hollytree33]

WIP WEDNESDAY(ish)

(It’s still Wednesday somewhere I’m sure)

Tysm for the tag @greypetrel!! I love to have an excuse to show off more wips (I have at least 1000 at any given point in time)

Heres a little sneak peak of some sketches I’m working on! The first is one quarter of something much larger that I’m going to be painting for the next hundred years. The second is just a little doodle I’ve been etching away at when I don’t want to do anything else.

Tagging @plisuu for this one (No pressure ofc ofc especially since its Thursday now sorry)

Last Line WIP Game

And now I’m going to make this a two in one post for @broodwolf221!!!! More WIPs!!! Tagging @dreadfutures if you feel like it!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

This is the start of a concept for Shivana’s twin brother (They hate each other for very unreasonable reasons) (But they still having matching undercuts of course)

#my art #sorry it was so late I just got back home! #one of these days I’ll do wip Wednesday on Wednesday #shivana lavellan #solas #wip #tag game

[wynnyfryd]

WIP Wednesday

thank you @steddieas-shegoes and @wormdebut for the tag lovelies, please enjoy more sex tape fic

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He pulls his hands from behind his back and presents the tape to Steve. It’s a VHS in a plain white case, the words Satanic Ritual Do Not Watch!! scribbled in sharpie on the front cover in Eddie’s spiky script.

Steve’s eyes bug out of his head. “Holy shit! You still have this?”

“Sure do,” Eddie nods, looking so pleased with himself. “Sure do.”

He hands it over, and Steve just holds it for a minute. Turns it over in his palms, runs his fingernail over the plastic edge because he likes the sound it makes.

“Jesus,” he snorts, tracing the title with his pointer finger. Eddie would name their sex tape something totally insane. “Satanic ritual. It’s like you were trying to provoke the pitchfork people.”

“I’m sorry, would you have preferred I wrote ‘super horny homosexual hour’ on the cover?”

“Yes.” Steve deadpans. “Yes, I would have.”

“Mmhm, and the Christians would have just lo-o-oved that, I’m sure.”

“Oh, yeah. Totally. They’re really cool with butt stuff now, it’s all over the news.”

Eddie’s cheeks puff up as he loses the fight against the laugh he was trying to hold in, lets it out with a noise like a whoopee cushion going off, and then Steve’s laughing, too, a big dumb honk that tapers into a red-faced silent wheeze.

It wasn’t even that funny, really, but Eddie’s laugh makes Steve laugh. It’s infectious; it’s the silliest, sweetest thing Steve’s ever heard, and they keep working each other up in a feedback loop of delighted idiocy until Eddie’s got tears in the corners of his eyes and his neck is all red and he’s begging, “Stop! Stop looking at me, baby, Jesus Christ, I can’t-!”

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tagging @aidaronan @steddielations @legitcookie @thefreakandthehair @stevethehairington @sidekick-hero and anyone else who wants to play 💜

#wip wednesday #tag game #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #my writing #my wips