#7 sentence fic

[yourlowkeyidiot3]

How being a Fiddauthor fans feels like because finding Fiddauthor content that is actually about them without somehow involving Billford/Fiddlestan is extremely rare

[mamawasatesttube]

this might be mean but. it really ticks me off when people respond to authors and artists wishing for actual community and engagement with their works by saying "oh but you see im just so anxious i cannot offer you any kind words." with the optional "but do please keep making things for me anyway!" because like...

a) do you understand how anxiety-inducing it can be to pour a little piece of your soul into a work of art and share it publicly? i feel like you don't see the people creating these things as people like you and that is an issue. we are people who just really love a thing and want to talk about it with other people who also love that thing.

but moreover, and this is the part that might be mean, b) damn why doesn't your anxiety prevent you from making excuses to us then? i wish it did! like if you're SO anxious about a fic author blocking you for saying something nice, why are you not anxious about getting blocked for telling that author "okay but i don't want to comment on your works though"??? because i can tell you which of these two things is way more likely to piss me off and it isn't the comment.

like. idk man. if you really don't want to comment on and engage with people's creative works, no one can force you to. but also consider maybe not commenting on and engaging with those people's posts just to explain that you don't want to comment on/engage with their works. if you are so committed to staying quiet and being a passive consumer then commit to the bit and stop asking creative people who put way more of themselves out there than you are to pat you on the back and reassure you that you'll still keep getting free content even if you can't do so much as drop a "this was really good!" in the comments.

[wikiangela]

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz 💖

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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[hippolotamus]

tagged by the delightfully talented @tizniz @rewritetheending with some outstanding offerings (go check ‘em out if you haven’t) 💖

Today I’m offering some out of context mirrorball angst 🪩

“Anyway, thanks for that. Thanks for reminding me what I’m really good for.”

Any remnants of Eddie’s heart shatter in his chest. He steps forward, wanting to cling to Buck and comfort him, an instinct he isn’t sure will ever disappear. But Buck winces, shaking his head and putting more distance between them.

“Buck?” The hushed plea is useless, he knows it is. He knows he has no right, but he asks anyway.

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[bigfootsmom]

seven sentence sunday

I was tagged by so many wonderful people! thank you @underwater-ninja-13, @giddyupbuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @devirnis, @shortsighted-owl, @mellaithwen, @princessfbi, @shyaudacity, @eddiebabygirldiaz <3 <3 <3

Here’s a little something from heat sick buck (very nsfw)

“Fuck–” Eddie gasps, spine bowing forward as he struggles to keep himself from coming right then and there. He can already feel the beginning of his knot swelling at the base of his cock. “Fuck, baby…”

His only answer is a long drawn out moan as Buck throws his head back against the pillows, back arching up off the mattress as he clenches around Eddie. Another muffled curse falls from Eddie’s lips as he sees stars, lightning snapping through his veins before settling at the base of his spine and curling him forward over Buck’s heaving chest.

Buck writhes underneath him, eyes rolling back as he shoves his hips against Eddie, a long plaintive whine filling the air of the bedroom as he tries desperately to get Eddie closer any way he can. Surging forward, Eddie blankets Buck’s body with his own, feeling the way Buck’s breath hitches when his cock gets trapped between their bellies.

In three minutes away from it being monday so I’m not tagging anyone lol

[firenati0n]

several sentence sunday :) <3

hello!! thanks for the tags this week my friends! will tag back below the cut xoxo

finally after like....a month...i am posting chapter 4 of proposal au tomorrow. sorry for the delay asjdkfjlaskdf i was ill (physically, mentally, all the ways) but now i am slowly crawling back ily thank you for your patience <3

here's a snip from chapter 4 of the full spectrum of human emotion:

Henry and Alex emerge from their changing rooms at the same time, and every single thought Henry’s ever had in his entire miserable life immediately exits his brain stage left. Slate wiped completely clean, not a trace of life to be found. All functioning brain cells are redirected to maintaining a semblance of control over his faculties as he battles the dryness of his mouth at the sight of Alexander Claremont-Diaz in a suit that should not fit him as well as it does, accentuating his strong shoulders and needlessly toned physique—when does he get the bloody time?—in a way that is, frankly, indecent. It’s a suit off the rack, for crying out loud. It should not fit.  But it does. And now he’s expected to speak in front of Alex’s family and be decent and somehow composed in a way that doesn’t give himself away immediately.  

xoxo roop

+ open tag and tagging a few folks below the cut <3

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@onthewaytosomewhere @cha-melodius @tailsbeth-writes @bitsnpisces @rmd-writes

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

it's a 7 sentence WIP (work is published!!) day of the week

EDITED WITH THE CORRECT LINK LOLZ - OOPS

so today will be the last day for snips of my lil (15k) dark & cozy fic - CUZ IT'S POSTED!!! so get ur firstprince, southern philanthropy, and even some junora in there

nights at the moonlight coffee shop is done & dusted

thanks for the tags today @jmagnabo92 @henryspearl & @inell (& tuesday 💚)

also thanks for sunday (& tuesday) tags (under the cut cuz there's a few ) and now the last snippet from it *wipes tear*

Alex drags himself from the kiss to ask, “So, what does this require?”

“All that is required is we both ‘spill our seed’ and repeat a few quick phrases. How we do that is entirely up to us.’

“Wonderful,” Alex mutters against Henry’s lips, retaking them and practically climbing up him to get closer. When Henry grabs under his ass and hoists him up the wall, Alex gives thanks for vampire strength. While he wasn’t always as big as now, post-werewolf transition, he’s always been solid from the years of lacrosse and then working out and running while in college and law school to keep himself sane. Being held against the wall while kissing Henry and exploring with his hands makes him feel safe and wanted in a way he’s not experienced before.

sunday tags that i'm tossing back if ya haven't already done this @kiwiana-writes @sophie1973 @eusuntgratie @tailsbeth-writes @thesleepyskipper

@caterpills @adreamareads @firenati0n @run-for-chamo-miles

@stellarmeadow & @blueeyedgrlwrites

& of course @typicalopposite for the tueday tag - thanks luv 💚

and some just plain ole tag ur its (if ya haven't already) to @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @catdadacd @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise

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& HUGE OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS AND I SOMEHOW MISSED (tag me plz i wanna see ur sentences too)

[buckevantommy]

can I do multiple emojis please?

🫂👔🔪

🫂 — Buck has been missing Tommy while he's away for work.

Buck hates coming home to an empty apartment. He thought he might get used to Tommy being away, but it's been almost a month and he still misses him like a phantom limb. He misses the way Tommy's presence made the loft feel like home.

He'd spoken to Tommy before shift but he didn't pick up towards the end, which sucks because Buck was feeling pretty good yesterday morning and didn't necessarily need a Tommy phonecall, but rough call after long call has him longing for his bed and wishing a certain someone was between the covers waiting for him, although he would've taken a videocall as consolation; he can't even try that because Tommy's schedule has him getting ready to go up in the air right now.

Pushing through his front door, Buck resigns himself to another lonely 48 off. And does a double-take when he finds his boyfriend standing in his kitchen, wearing Buck's striped apron, something rich and hearty cooking on the stovetop filling the space with a metaphysical warmth. He really hopes this isn't an exhaustion-induced hallucination.

“Surprise?” Tommy grins, arms extended out to his sides with a sauce-stained wooden spoon in one hand.

It's a good thing Tommy is a solid, sturdy guy so he can withstand Buck crashing into him without bowling him over. He wraps himself tight around Tommy, arms holding him securely. "Very good surpise," he murmurs into Tommy's collar.

Tommy huffs into his curls, dropping a kiss there.

👔 — Tommy shows up at the firehouse in a suit. Buck has feelings about it.

"..Buck? You still with us?"

"..Huh?"

"Oh, he's a lost cause."

He honestly isn't listening to whatever Chim and Hen are saying because Tommy has finished exchanging words with Bobby and is sauntering his way across the engine bay like an adonis on a catwalk. And then he's in front of Buck, smiling softly at him.

"Hi."

"Suit." It's the only thing Buck's brain can parse: Tommy is wearing a suit. A very well tailored suit.

Tommy chuckles. "Yes, I'm being deposed today, remember?"

"Uh-huh." Buck's body is catching up with the proceedings even if his brain is still partially offline; his hands have found their way to Tommy's chest, palms smoothing up his lapels, fingers digging in and tugging him closer.

"You like?" Tommy murmurs hotly in the breath of space between them, his wonderfully large hands fitting to Buck's hips.

"Oh yeah."

🔪 — Heartwarming Murder Boyfriends.

"I mean.. name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandoment and my homicidal tendencies, heh." It's a joke. Except that it's not. And Tommy knows that it's not. But humor is one of Buck's main coping mechanisms, and—

"You and me?"

Buck blinks. "Me and.."

"Me."

Buck doesn't get another word in let alone a question about what Tommy means because Tommy's lips are on his and it's— oh, it's golden warmth. He's so used to the red kind of warmth whenever he snuffs out a life that he hadn't realised there were other kinds, other colors.

Tommy kisses him and it's as though Buck has finally found the light at the end of the long dark tunnel that has been most of his life up to this point, at least in terms of his romantic and sexual relationships. His bloody hands find their way to Tommy's shoulder, his arm, red stains left behind on clothing and skin, but Tommy doesn't back away.

[inspo from this great meme btw]

[literateowl]

Seven Sentence Sunday + a fic anniversary

Posting this one to celebrate the 6 month anniversary of my 2x02 Carlos POV fic. Here are the first seven sentences exactly. You can read the rest at the link at the bottom.

Carlos returns to the precinct after safely bringing Lily home. The young woman thanked him repeatedly for rescuing her from the food truck full of scorpions and the lava encroaching. He hadn't had the time to react at the moment but the memory now makes him shudder and his skin crawl as he pulls into the parking lot. He sits in the quiet car for a moment listening only to his own breathing, taking a little bit of time for himself before he goes to see whatever chaos is undoubtedly happening inside for everyone on this nightmarish shift.

“Dispatch requesting additional engine and RA units to relieve station 126 at 4548 Green Street.”

The small amount of calm that Carlos managed to grab onto is gone as soon as he hears the station number over the radio.

No.

Thank you to @ironheartwriter @captain-gillian and @carlos-in-glasses for tagging me already today

💜 Open tag as usual and also for @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @thisbuildinghasfeelings @nancys-braids @whatsintheboxmh @nisbanisba @sugdenlovesdingle

Also thank you to every one who tags me when I don't have anything to post. I'm sorry if I forgot to tag you back today 💖

[dilfmobius]

seven sentence sunday

thanks so much @lokimobius and @distracteddream for the tag :')<3

okay since i'm diving into this au i'll share a bit of loki and mobius' first meeting. it's actually the first scene i ever wrote for this, and looking at it now i'm probably gonna change some things but for now:

Mobius’ face lights up immediately with a grin, wide and gleaming, and Loki feels his chest flutter a bit. “It’s a jet-ski rental! Well, we have other rentals, too — surfboards, scooters, bikes — but nothing beats feeling the wind in your hair and the salty spray of the ocean as you're cruising out in the water on a jet-ski.” There’s a wistfulness to Mobius’s voice that pokes at Loki’s chest fondly. “You ever been on one?” “Oh, no,” Loki replies. “I’m not the, uh, beach and open waters type.”  Mobius shrugs his shoulders in a dont-worry-about-it fashion. “Well, if you ever change your mind, come by and see me.” He smiles at Loki, it’s inviting and it reaches his eyes. Loki can feel himself shrink a little under the radiance Mobius exudes, quickly wrapping his arms around his torso, shielding himself.

[carlos-tk]

in the words of slim shady: guess who’s back 😘

a one week break in March accidentally turned into a whole month away. but I was as the kids would say - going through it. sort of still in it, but we move. very excited to be back writing and sharing with you all. also a massive thanks to every single person who tagged me in any of their wip wednesday’s, seven sentences and inspiration weekends posts over the past month <3

TK gasps and Carlos knows he’s got him right where he wants him.

“How about you tell me a little more about how hot I look then hmm,” he says, his thumb dipping into the waistband of TK’s boxers momentarily and snapping the tight elastic back against his skin.

TK plays along with the charade, “only devastatingly so Reyes,” he answers.

Carlos stifles a laugh, “Carlitos, Reyes, what’s next? Niño?”

“Well only if you’d like,” he teases back, wagging his tongue at him and stifling his own laugh.

He groans out a shut up before TK is pressing him back against the fence and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. TK’s delicious wet tongue sliding against his has Carlos’ c*ck stirring in his jeans, and the pure relief almost has him forgetting where they are.

He tugs him back sharply by the wisps of hair at his nape and unlatches their mouths, TK whining at the loss of contact.

“Baby not here,” he says, and TK ignores him, urgently moves to meet their mouths again, presses himself and his own quickly hardening c*ck into Carlos’.

“Why not Carlitos? You afraid the goats might see?” he baits, nipping at his chin.

“More like my mother you brat,” he huffs out, “but you already knew that.”

“Well we can’t go disgracing your virtue at ‘casa de Reyes’ now can we?” he says with a smirk.

“Not as much as you’d like to.”

TK sighs dreamily, as if he’s picturing all of the ways he wants to f*ck Carlos and be f*cked by him this weekend, none of which will happen if Carlos gets his way.

“I’m irresistible baby, you’ll be inside me by sundown,” he assures, using the moment to lift the bottom of his shirt up, wiping his face with it, and exposing his defined abdomen, enjoying the way Carlos can’t help but to gawk at him.

Carlos blinks and fixes him with the most unimpressed look he can muster, shaking his head in exasperation.

TK grins, “it was worth a try at least,” he concedes, knows that there’s an almost zero chance Carlos will indulge him any more than he already has.

He surges forward to press a final chaste kiss to the corner of Carlos’ mouth, tries to leave him wanting more as he separates their sun warmed, sweaty bodies.

tags under the cut ✂️

thanks for the tags this week @heartstringsduet @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @alrightbuckaroo @janto4ev @strandnreyes @tellmegoodbye @bonheur-cafe @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @jesuisici33 @never-blooms @fallout-mars 💖

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[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 💖

so i know i said that married smut is my priority but i can't have just one priority bc i get bored or stuck lol - so apparently my other main wip rn is the cheating fic due to a sudden burst of inspiration for it haha (also don't wanna share like everything from the married buddie smut haha)

prev snippet | moodboard

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She smiles at him as she takes another bite of her food, and he tries to smile back, but then he remembers Eddie’s drunken smile that he kissed off his lips. She touches his hand, and he remembers Eddie’s hands all over his body, his lips, his touch, his heavy breaths and wonderful sounds made just for Buck. He’s sitting here with his girlfriend, and can’t stop thinking about his best friend he cheated with. Eddie is buzzing under his skin, thrumming in his veins, occupying his every thought. Buck feels like Eddie’s taken up permanent residence there now, in Buck’s body and mind, there’s no getting rid of him. He’s not sure he wants to. 

Wait, no, that’s not true, he can’t- he can’t want Eddie like that. He has to find a way to forget. 

He’s so screwed.

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[hippolotamus]

Several Sentence Sunday 🥃

tagged by @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela (please visit their snippets if you haven't done so... i promise it's very worth it)

was feeling angsty today and apparently all i do these days is visit various WIPs.... here's one i started over the summer based on The Great Gatsby quote 'I wish I had done everything on earth with you'.

It was a Tuesday morning. Eddie was running late. He had spent the better part of the night thinking about his now empty house, wondering how Chris was settling in and fighting the urge to call or text every five minutes. Naturally that had meant he finally fell into a deep sleep just before his alarm went off. So, he snuck into the station, bleary-eyed and in desperate need of caffeine, hoping no one would notice. Well, maybe one person. One person who would already have a black coffee with a splash of half-and-half ready in his favorite mug.  That fantasy couldn’t have been further from the nightmare that awaited him. Buck’s locker was empty, there were no traces of him in Eddie’s locker either. The red and white name tag was removed from over his turnout cubby. All of it was just- gone. Vanished. Like Evan Buckley was never there. A goddamn ghost who haunted Eddie, even after he finally resurfaced at another station far from the 118. A phantom who stopped answering his calls or showing up for celebrations on the Grant-Nash patio.  “H-hey, Eds.”  But now here he is. A specter who has the audacity to show his face at Hen and Karen’s anniversary party and approach Eddie with a too familiar nickname.  “Buck,” Eddie replies as cordially as possible without turning around. He focuses his attention on the cocktail in his hand, condensation sweating down the sides. On the pink, white and orange streamers hung from the ceiling, joined together in criss crossing arcs. Not on the voice he would know anywhere, or the way he has to fight the urge to turn around and run. Whether it’s toward his former best friend or away, he’s not exactly sure.  “How are you?” Eddie’s body stiffens, his hand clenching around the plastic cup fighting to remain whole in his grasp. How are you???? Is Buck serious right now?  He takes a deep breath, making his shoulders rise and fall in a way that Buck can’t possibly not notice. A bitter laugh escapes, falling from his lips. “‘How are you’. That’s your opener?” Eddie holds up his drink in a mock cheers, not knowing or caring if Buck saw. “Good to know your charming personality is still intact.”

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[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Seven Sentence Sunday

The young Beta catches a glimpse of his hands, still stained with red. Hands of a monster. Blood and grime were embedded under his fingernails. These were the same hands that cradled Hayden’s cold body, but they were also the same hands that clawed Scott to shreds. The same hands that landed blow after aching blow to Theo’s face until he was raw and bloody, barely recognizable. He really was a monster.

Liam sinks to his knees, his hands clenched into fists as they hit the pavement. He sobbed with each flow of tears that escaped from him. What has he done? What has he done?! How could he look himself in the eye again? How could anyone? Once word got out of what he did, he wouldn’t be trusted. This is all his fault.

He tips his head back and lets out a desperate roar, claws scratching into the surface. As he looks up at the dusty ceiling above, tears fall freely from his honey eyes.

tagging: @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb @honestlydarkprincess @wolfboy88 @chasing-chimeras @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside @mmoosen @equallyloyalandlethal @elliecreed @lovelylittlegrim @pansexual-puppy-pack @thiamblogger

[hold-him-down]

"He won't tell me what's wrong." - for the dialogue prompt thingy

“He won’t tell me what’s wrong,” Lincoln grumbles into his hands. A volunteer sits on the opposite side of the large metal desk, once occupied by Director Jones, who now sits behind bars awaiting trial. Link has gutted the office, save for all the files, which live in the safe, and this desk, mostly because sitting on the floor day after day felt like he was asking too much of his body. This desk, though, and everything else about this place, is covered in the blood of hundreds and hundreds of workers, and Link longs for the day that it can be burned to the ground. For now, though, he’s at its mercy.

“He won’t tell anyone much of anything,” the volunteer responds. “I tried last night, every time I got within five feet of him I feared for my life.”

Hyperbolic as it is, Lincoln can relate to the frustration.

“He hasn’t eaten,” Link says. The volunteer nods. “He didn’t sleep at all last night?” 

“Not that I noticed.”

He nods again. The options with River are incredibly limited. He is extremely resistant to any sort of help, and each time Lincoln has tried, he’s been met with open hostility that has, in some cases, led to physical altercations. He’s tired, and he’s scared, and he has to be fucking hungry. And, moreover, he’s in pain, although so far he has refused to offer any insight as to why.

Lincoln pulls out his file, printed only for the benefit of having something tangible to look at when he’s at a loss, and opens to the first page. A picture of River, several years earlier, greets him. He looked angry then, too, Lincoln thinks.

“Do you think he’d talk to any of the other residents?” Lincoln asks then. “Has he shown any interest in any of them?”

It’s a dark horse suggestion, but he’s low on ideas. Short of forcing River into an x-ray machine or into an ambulance or drugging him again, he doesn’t see a way around this. 

“No,” the volunteer replies. “He spent all night in his room, refused breakfast, and hasn’t spoken to a soul.”

[nekrosmos]

*burst into your room through your window* hi- *coughs glass shards out* I am here to say MANY things, positive things about your fic you wrote, but honestly it's more like my live reaction and my fav parts of the fic, it's gonna be long!!!! I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND READING ME YAP!!!

First of all, ∞/10, this is your first fic??? IT'S SO GOOD!! you got the atmosphere the vulnerability the softness the banter AND the good ol smut down, I love it, it was like I was joining them in the fishing trip because of how nice the visual was

ok from here on out it's all about my fav parts of the fic HEHE

the two had aged together is!!!!!!so!!!!!!!!freaking!!!!!!sWEET!!!!!they've been through it all together for the longest time!!!!!!

something about this just makes me change the way Im looking at Price, like..."he just love her" is such a deceivingly simple line but it holds so much weight. He may have "love" him but it was never a full attachment, rather just...embracing the love he was offered. He loved her because he could, not because of...everything el1se that matters. At least that's how I see it and GOD it hurts so good

ah hem AKSJDHAKS how did Nik not choke on air for that- anyways

Im getting my pitchfork for that CO (even tho the bastard is not around anymore) and the way Nik also got him?! *wails*

"there had been a lifetime of missed opportunities between the two" IS SUCH A GOOOOODDD LINEEEE GRRGGR YOUR BRAIN!!

🥺something about them giggling and being themselves just GRIPS MY HEART!!!!

it's the fact that the "friend" turned to "love" that got me feral I was SOOOO KASJHDKADJ hAPPY for em

chef au....

Nik the mAN YOU ARE!!! THE REST I COULD LIVE WITH!!!!GRRR!!! SUCH GOOD LINE!!! HIS NIK!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was walking when I read this part and basically fist the air in victory KASJHDKAJH also I love the train of thought here for Price...it's such a him thing to overthink

there is nothing wrong with that - URGH RIP MY HEART OUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

again, another great line, frame this and smack it to my forehead because yes, that is Nik

I really really like in between the spicy scenes there are goofy scenes because...my god it just make everything lighter and more...how to say? real. In the moment and all, yk, it's so nice reading them laughing and stuff. But also this line "their romantic relationship wasn't born today, but weeks ago" again, chef kiss

very long ramble and Im surprised im allowed to type this much into an ask (ah heck it could get cut for all I know but) just know this fic was a lifesaver during my lunch break, had an extremely hard day and this helped a bunch.

Im looking forward to see your future fics if you do write them!!

Okay I'm officially smiling like an idiot and I think I'm gonna have to reread your ask many, many times because HOLY SHIT you just made me so unbelievably happy ​😭​😭​❤️​❤️​❤️​

It was my first fic with them !! I've been writing for a long time, switched to english a few years ago and have been writing casually ever since ,,,, But this was the longest fic I've ever posted and it was a nice challenge honestly !!

Also the way you pointed out some of your favorite scenes jdvlskjd,vpùidjvbpvj I'm losing my mind, I'm so happy ​😭​ I literally couldn't ask for better feedback !!!

I actually really like your interpretation of that line about his ex wife !! I left it pretty open so people can hc whatever they want :3c In my personal hc, he really did love her immensely, but he kept hurting her unintentionally by never being around, never giving her what she needed because of his work, etc. ​Just one of those "it wasn't meant to be" relationships. (Also, other random hc, but Nik was here at Price's wedding, he got along really well with his ex wife, but everything about it broke his fucking heart over and over again. Oops 💔)

And I'm so glad you pointed out the banters during the smut scene !! It's my favorite thing to do honestly !! To me, sex scenes don't have to be so serious all the time, I like when characters communicate while it's happening, I like when they're laughing together <3 And these two have so much shared history that it just makes sense to me !!

God, again, thank you so much for this, you really did just make my day Gomz !!!! You're absolutely lovely !!