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🐑 unconventional proposal | fluff | crack treated seriously | the squirrel is the only one with a braincell

lmao i actually have a semi-abandoned wip that would work really well for this lol. ANYWAY.

Buck's been planning this for months: the romantic weekend away, the carefully timed hike leading to the sunset backdrop, the ring, the speech. He's let people know that under no circumstances should either of them be contacted, and he's never been more sure of anything in his life. It's going to be perfect. The only thing he didn't plan for is a woodland creature with an eye for shiny things.

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snikt!

for @beanarie, as a result of this

Buck's spent the last thirty minutes glaring at his phone, and has finally just sucked it up and hit the CANCEL button on their dinner reservation. Even if they give him the all clear and let him out of the hospital tonight, he doesn't think the restaurant will be thrilled about him turning up with scratches all over his face and anyway, every part of him aches. He can't believe this is happening to them again.

The soft rap on his door just before it opens draws his attention away from where he's torturing himself by reading and rereading their text thread about the restaurant and the menu and their plans for the night. Tommy fills the doorway and does an all-too-familiar up and down look across Buck's face, arms, hands.

"What happened to you?" he asks, stepping into the room and letting the door swing shut behind him.

"Oh, like you don't know," Buck huffs.

"I don't," Tommy says, coming to sit on the edge of Buck's hospital bed. "Ravi got as far as he's in the hospital but he's going to be fine before he was laughing too hard for me to get much more of it."

"Great. Lovely. What a dick," Buck says, conveniently ignoring the duffel bag by the side of the bed where Ravi had left it when he'd swung by with the contents of Buck's locker earlier.

"Baby," Tommy says, all soft and soothing and Buck resents the hell out of the fact that he can't stay mad in the face of that tone.

"I got attacked by a wolverine," he says in a rush.

Tommy's eyebrows go up. "A…wolverine? Like a—?" He makes an incomprehensible gesture, holding up both fists facing outwards and makes a noise like snikt.

"I don't know what that means," Buck says tightly, folding his arms across his chest. "But I got attacked by some douchebag's illegal pet demon ferret with 'roid rage and it bit me and scratched me and I probably need a million shots, and I fell down the stairs trying to fight it off."

"Really? That didn't land? Hugh Jackman?"

"Tommy."

"Sometimes I think you'd have figured the bisexuality out a lot earlier if you just watched a movie once in a while."

"I'm gonna pre-divorce you," Buck threatens, but he can feel a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth no matter how hard he tries to tamp down on it.

"Aw, honey. Do you need me to cancel the reservation?"

"I already did it," Buck says, and the reminder has the smile washed away completely until he's fighting what Tommy calls a sulky little pout instead.

"Okay. Do you need me to rebook?"

"Don't bother," Buck says. "Our anniversaries are cursed. And don't say it. You cannot honestly look at my—my fucked up face and my scratched up arms and my bite marks and tell me curses aren't real."

Tommy gives him a long, careful look and holds out a hand until Buck gives in and uncrosses his arms. Tommy catches Buck's left hand between both of his own and rubs his thumb over Buck's palm.

"First," he says. "You look beautiful, just like always. Second—" And then, like the no-good romantic asshole that he is, who figured out Buck's cheat codes a long time ago and knows exactly how to make him swoon, he presses a kiss to the base of Buck's ring finger and says, "We'll have a new anniversary soon enough. Fresh start. Curse free."

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fake title: "make a wish on my love" for the ask meme

During a call to a fire at a magic shop, Buck learns about about the existence of a wishing well that the owner swears up and down is really enchanted. He doubts it will work, but his life has been in a freefall since Tommy broke up with him, and all he wants is for his ex to love him. What's the worst that could happen? [This fic is inspired, fittingly enough, by the Buffy episode Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered]

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🐑 candle lit dinner | soft | slow dancing | dried petals | moonlight walk

welp, if nothing else, this has reminded me of how bad i am at summaries, lol.

On their six month anniversary, they broke up. On their one year anniversary, Tommy was out of state assisting with wildfire suppression. On their two year anniversary, Buck was in the hospital following a run-in with someone's illegal pet wolverine on a scene. But this is their first wedding anniversary, and Buck's determined they're going to get it right this time.

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Salbucktommy snippet, E-rated

(because I cannot stop myself)

If Buck was entirely honest with himself, he'd been nervous about this. Sure, he'd had his fair share of sexual adventures - but with Tommy and Sal, it was different. Good different - brilliant different. But still.

So, Buck had played with restraints before and used toys with partners - none of that was new. But somehow, kneeling between Sal's spread legs, watching the long line of his throat as he arched, and tipped his head back onto the pillow, everything was new and electric and-

"Let him work for it a little, Evan," Tommy said from his side, voice a low gravel.

Sal's breathing hitched, and he twisted his head away into the pillow. Buck ached for him. But obediently, he stopped twisting his fingers inside Sal and withdrew them with a bit of a mean spread just before they popped free, tugging at his rim. The shudder that ran through Sal had a physical echo in Buck - it wasn't him tied to the bed, teased and slowly taken apart, but that didn't matter. There was a special kind of pleasure in doing this to a partner.

All the more so because it was Sal - proud, strong, confident Sal - who had a side that was entirely different from what he had shown Buck at the start. Not that Buck wanted Sal any different than he was - but this was the sweetest reward: to be allowed to see these layers of him, the vulnerable side. The part of him that was sweet and trusting.

"Come on then," Buck said and found his voice as low it would go. He sat back, withdrawing his fingers halfway. "Show me you want it."

It was a little cruel, but Sal didn't protest, which was a clear indicator of how long they'd been at it, how desperate he was for anything right now. He planted his feet and rolled his hips in aborted little movements. Buck glanced up from where his fingers disappeared into his body all the way to his mouth and how he kept biting his lip.

It was a sight - but still, Buck couldn't help himself. He twisted his fingers up, curling them with precision. Sal cried out, losing any sense of rhythm immediately.

"Beg," Tommy said, a sharp demand. "Beg for it, and maybe Evan will fuck you."

Sal's breath rasped out of him, and it took him several seconds to find his voice, to gasp for air, before he gave in so easily it made something in Buck go liquid with equal parts possessiveness and protectiveness.

"Please."

"There you go," Tommy cooed, sweetly condescending in a way that made something in Buck's gut clench tightly. Sal groaned, face twisting to the side, hiding his expression, even as he whined:

"Please, please, Tom-"

"Don't ask me," Tommy told him. "Ask Evan."

Sal swallowed, visibly trying to calm down. "Buck-"

"No," Buck told him, and he couldn't stop himself from showing his surprise at how strongly Sal reacted, how he shuddered with the rebuff.

"Look at me."

Sal looked up slowly, devastatingly. His eyes were so big, dark and desperate. Buck didn't mean to tease him any longer, but he had one more demand: "You heard him. That's not what you call me."

Sal blinked, confused - and that was sweet; how dazed he looked, lost to sensations, stupid with want. Buck leaned over him, cupped his cheek, and sweetly said. "Use my name."

Sal's eyes cleared. There you go, Buck thought, so clever and sweet.

"Evan," Sal gasped. "Please."

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girl help they're taking my fave's extremely thin veneer of swaggering overconfidence at face value

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the fake fic ask game

🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it!

🐑 send me a fake set of fic tags, and I’ll try to come up with a summary for it!

🦮 send me a summary I already did for one of the above two, and I’ll try to write a snippet for that summary!

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writing every day update

a little bit patchy this month - total and average are good, but i was on holiday for a solid week, so...

july total: 24434 july average: 793 worst day: july 25th at 23 words (lol) best day: july 29th and 2489 words

i had four days north of 2k this month, which really pulled up the average (thank you, keep fandom weird bingo card!)

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I’m so intrigued by your writing. Everything is so fresh and captivating! I get pulled right into the plots and can’t stop thinking about them. Allying was so good. Love vampire Tommy. Really loving the wish baby so far even though I don’t normally care for accidental baby acquisition. All of them make the brain worms sing. Can’t wait to see more

omg anon!!! this is the sweetest thing ever, i'm having kind of a shitty day/evening and you really made me smile. i appreciate you so much!

fwiw, i am also not usually a fan of accidental baby acquisition, but in so many ways the accidental part of this is the point, and will be a big part of both of their responses, so i hope it continues to work for you.

thank you again! i am going to bed with a smile on my face because of you, and i hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/evening/night (delete as appropriate for timezones lol)

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Not gonna lie the way some of y'all put words on a page is....whoagh. there really is magic in this world.

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motivation monday

tagged by @devirnis. here's a little more wish baby fic, picking up directly from the snippet here

"Only one way to find out," Sal says.

Tommy guesses that's true, and it's not like he didn't know it, but these consistent, front-and-center reminders that Sal's the grown up in this situation are so deeply weird. It also gives him the push he needs.

"Okay. Give me some space, yeah?"

"You got it," Sal says. "I'm gonna take little man to look at the flowers. Colors are good for them, don't fall for any of that Tik Tok beige shit, okay?"

"Language," Tommy says. "Baby." Normally he'd start an argument about why the fuck Sal thinks he knows anything about Tik Tok, but the opportunity is too much to pass up.

"Oh, kiss my A double ess," Sal says.

Tommy takes a moment to breathe and then another one to reset the contact details back to Evan. He doesn't think he can make this phone call to someone listed as 🚫DO NOT🚫, even if he's not expecting a response. Everything in him doesn't want to call. Just wants to retreat into horrible, familiar avoidance. But Sal's right. That isn't an option anymore.

He hits call and listens to the phone ringing. The fact that it rings at all is some kind of comfort, Tommy guesses. It means Evan hasn't blocked him, at least. That fact that it only rings a couple of time is a genuine shock.

As is the way Evan answers, breathless and immediate, "Tommy? Are you okay?"

God, Tommy is so far from okay.

"Yeah," Tommy says, and his voice comes out raw, threatening to shake. Short sentences, he reminds himself. Short words. "I'm fine. Evan, I know this is awful timing, but I—I really need to talk to you."

"Y-yeah? Tommy, I don't know if I—"

"Please," Tommy says, prepared to beg for the baby's sake. "It's not—not about us. It's really important."

A silence. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Uh. Yeah," Tommy says. "I just. I really need to speak to you about this."

"Alright. Sure. Are you at home?"

Tommy has to press his hand over his mouth, so all he can manage is, "Mm-hm."

"Okay," Evan says. "Give me half an hour. I—Tommy, are you safe?"

Tommy wants to cry. He wants to scream. He wants not to be making this phone call. Oh, he's so selfish. He's so, so selfish.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. I'm okay."

"Okay," Evan says again, sounding a little doubtful. "I'll be as quick as I can."

"Drive safe. No rush."

Tommy hangs up the phone and gives himself ten seconds to just breathe. Then he gets up and heads out into the yard.

"—and this," Sal is saying, "Is the world famous and incredibly rare pink flower."

"It's a camellia," Tommy says.

"Oh, your dad's so smart, yes he is," Sal says proudly. Tommy tries not to flinch at the word dad. "How'd it go?"

"He's on his way over," Tommy says.

"You want me to stick around?"

Desperately, Tommy thinks.

"Nah, you're good."

no pressure tagging for @setmeatopthepyre, @rcmclachlan, @liminalmemories21 and @chemistry66

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in shocking news, the anxiety lied. work sucked ofc but! there was no group of colleagues waiting with pitchforks. who'd have thunk it.

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sometimes i have to make jacking off more sexual intentionally because honestly most of the time it’s just like. idk getting my oil changed but im the car

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scrolling the anon kink meme over on dreamwidth looking for some inspo to write something quick and dirty and thennnn. suddenly i'm 1000 words into something that is taking over my brain in the worst possible way.

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hater for hire. if you need someone to hate on anything i'm your guy. i'll hate on anything for next to no reason and i just do it for the love of the game. which i hate

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