#seven sentence sundays

[intrepidacious]

Happy Sunday!

For seven sentence drabbles: Steve Rogers in love with the avengers assistant please 🥺

change of plans | s.r.

a/n: in case you couldn't tell, i love writing smitten steve 🥰

"And then at five you have that—Steve, are you even listening to me?"

"Hmm," he says and you have to resist the urge to smack him in the back of the head with your planner; he has that weird look on his face again that he always gets when you’re just trying to be on your best professional behavior, that distant smile combined with his most attentive gaze. He contemplates you like an artist trying to figure out the best way to map out perspectives, and you know from experience it means he hasn’t taken in a single word of what you’ve just said.

"Remind me to up your caffeine in the morning," you murmur, remembering something you wanted to ask Bruce about and hastily scribbling down a couple of notes while continuing your walk to the elevator; you don’t even notice you’re about to run into a wall before Steve holds out his hand to stop you just in time.

"About that," he says, clearing his throat, "you wanna get coffee with me some time?"

It’s your turn to stare at him, then, wide-eyed and frozen to the spot; his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, then, which makes it unlikely that you might have misheard him and so you blink a few times before you hear yourself reply, "I’ll clear your schedule."

And it’s a good thing you’ve taken down those notes earlier because the smile splitting his face makes your mind go completely blank.

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Sunday Sentences, November 10, 2024

Well, it's that time of the week(end) again. I was tagged by the always wonderful @kiwiana-writes @thighzp @sophie1973 @run-for-chamo-miles @porcelainmortal and

@faketrex. (the fact tumblr can't get it's tagging shit together is baffling to me)

This will most likely be the last preview of (the only truth) everything comes back to you. We only have chapters 8, 9, and the epilogue left my friends.

I hope you enjoy!

“The Pavlovian response you have to a fresh cup of coffee is…” Henry sets the mug down on Alex’s nightstand. Alex pushes himself up onto his elbows. “No Pavlov. Too early,” he mutters and sits up fully, the covers falling away from his chest. Henry slides back into bed and lowers his head to leave a light kiss on Alex’s bare shoulder as he gets comfortable.

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[rcmclachlan]

seven sentence sunday

I was tagged by the lovely @firehose118!

Like everyone else, I'm also writing a fix-it fic that is spinning out of control. Here's a sneak peek:

Exhaling sharply through his nose, he jabs Accept so hard it feels like he's punching his phone. He hopes Tommy can feel it on the other end of the call. The thought gives him a perverse thrill.

"You'd better be calling with either one hell of an apology or your grandmother's pear panettone recipe, or I'm hanging up."

Both Dr. Copeland and Maddie would be proud of the way he manages to pull that one off without tripping up or letting his voice shake, although they'd give him one hell of a side eye if they knew it's only because he's been practicing it in front of a mirror for weeks. At least Maddie would do it for free.

His belly clenches in hungry anticipation, because Tommy's going to hit back with something bitchy that Buck will hate himself for finding hilarious, like, "Well, I must be calling to apologize, because I'd rather sell state secrets to North Korea than part with a single ingredient for the panettone."

He sucks in a breath, holds it, and waits. And waits.

But the volley never comes. All he gets is the faint sound of something rushing in the background, followed by an only slightly louder, "Hey."

No pressure tags: @dadvans, @screamlet, @liminalmemories21, @alchemistc, and @newtkelly

[theotherbuckley]

Several Sentence Sunday

I’m alive guys.. I haven’t posted much lately because uni is once again kicking my ass but here’s a snippet from my bucktommy meeting at physio fic au. These men have basically just met and I’m already wanting to smush their faces together and make them kiss but we are so far away from that 😭

He manoeuvres himself until he’s sitting again, closing his eyes as he leans against the wall, trying not to feel sorry for himself.

His phone vibrates in his pocket but he ignores it, knowing it’s probably Maddie asking about his appointment. He’s not ready to answer her yet.

It vibrates again and Buck sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. To his surprise it’s not Maddie, warmth rushes to his cheeks when he sees the messages.

Unknown:

Get home okay?

It’s Tommy 🚁

He’s so kind, checking in to see if he’s okay, even though he drove him home. Buck would cry if he wasn’t already doing so.

His hands shake as he types back, adrenaline and pain rendering his body useless.

Buck:

Elevator broke

A series of dots appear on his screen, indicating Tommy’s typing, before they disappear. It’s hard not to feel disappointed.

He tries to force his mind back onto other things, namely getting up the rest of the stairs before his phone vibrates, this time for longer, Tommy’s new contact flashing on the screen as his call comes through.

Buck stares at the screen, mouth dropping open slightly before he rushes to answer, bringing the phone to his ear.

“T—Tommy?” Buck asks, voice wavering as he speaks. He doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed before Tommy is speaking into his ear.

“Are you okay, Evan?” Tommy says, concern evident in his voice.

“I—” he means to say he’s fine, but there’s something about the worry in Tommy’s voice, or maybe just Tommy in general, that stops him from lying, “I’m sitting on the stairs,” Buck admits as another tear rolls down his cheek. He knocks his head against the wall, closing his eyes and sighing, hiccuping slightly.

“Stay right, there,” Tommy commands. Buck’s in too much pain to properly understand what he’s doing.

“Okay,” Buck whispers.

It could be 10 seconds or 10 minutes later, that Buck opens his eyes to Tommy rushing through the doors to the apartment. Buck doesn’t have a chance to question it because Tommy is right there next to him. He has his large hands wrapped around his face, his thumbs hover over his cheeks like he’s considering wiping his tears away but thinks better of it.

Buck finds himself disappointed that he doesn’t, craving those calloused fingers to wipe away his pain. He wants to lean into those hands, let Tommy hold him, and comfort him — so he does, he can always pass it off as the pain making him delirious if he has to.

Tommy doesn’t question it, too busy checking Buck for any bruising, eyes darting over his body for signs of injury.

“Evan…” Tommy whispers, eyes wide and sad. Buck doesn’t like that look on his face, he much prefers the scrunchy smile. He squirms on the step, pushing his face further into Tommy’s palm to hide.

Tommy chuckles slightly, a soft noise that has warmth blooming in Buck’s chest. He thinks Tommy must have some sort of magic healing powers because he’s already feeling better in his presence.

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[bigfootsmom]

seven (ish) sentence sunday

thank you to my beloved @princessfbi for the tag (thank you to everyone else who keeps tagging me in things I’m sorry I’ve been kinda mia😭)

I guess I write coda fics now. The first thing I thought when the jet flew over buck was how tf can he still hear anything and then this was born

Prolonged exposure to loud noises can cause permanent hearing loss. The repeated abuse dampens the cochlear nerve and damages the little hairlike structures, the cilia, located in the ear canal. At 120 decibels can cause ear discomfort, 130 decibels leads to pain, and anything above 140 decibels can rupture an eardrum. Buck already understood all of that in an academic way. It had all been words he read on paper, but he’d never had any of the first hand experience. A jet engine can produce a sound as loud as 160 decibels, depending on proximity and Buck had been pretty damn proximal.

Buck is not thinking about cilia or decibels now. All he’s thinking is jet engines are really fucking loud as he braces an arm against the cement barrier and vomits all over the asphalt.

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[heartstringsduet]

Happy Sunday everyone <3 Enjoy these seven paragraphs from one of the upcoming snippets dedicated to TK in my fic Changed For Good. Thanks for tagging me @henrygrass @ironheartwriter @carlos-in-glasses @emsprovisions @strandnreyes @carlossreaders @nancys-braids

“Carlos’ husband is turning thirty,” Andrea says and turns around from whisking more buttercream. “I wanted to surprise him with a cake, but it can be nothing short of perfect, which is why you’re here as my guinea pigs.”

“Thirty," Mirella sighs. "God, remember being thirty?”

Edgar chimes in as he enters the kitchen. “TK, right? The handsome fella that you sent over to look at my arm when I fell off the ladder?”

“The paramedic?” Vivien asks, right behind her husband. “Is that the coma son-in-law?”

“Yes, yes!” says Mirella. “Andrea’s favorite son-in-law.”

Andrea tuts and shakes her head, filled with sugar and delight. “No, I love all of my son-in-laws equally. A mother doesn’t pick favorites.”

A mother absolutely picks favorites, Andrea thinks as she glances over into the mess she left behind in the kitchen and the rest of the first trial cake still to be eaten.

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[strandnreyes]

thanks @heartstringsduet @orchidscript !! and to everyone who has tagged me this past week! something extra long to make up for the missed days

“Detective Reyes reads romance novels?” he teases, already having way too much fun with this.

Carlos’ lips part slightly and they flounder like a fish out of water before he turns slightly rosy. “Shut up. I don’t want to read a thriller. I solve enough of my own cases, I don't need to solve fictional ones too.”

TK gasps and holds a hand to his chest. “Detective Reyes not wanting to think about work?”

Carlos takes a step forward and TK holds the book protectively to his chest. “Okay, stop,” he mutters quickly.

“You know how to have fun?” he continues, and Carlos lunges for him as TK pops up.

“Give me that back.”

“No! I’m reading it now!” TK calls out as he jogs around to the opposite side of the armchair as a barrier between the two of them. With a bit of space, he feels safe enough to glance at the pages again. “Jeremy is just about to make a move.”

Carlos grows more embarrassed as TK grows more delighted. “Stop it,” he pleads.

When TK glances at the next chapter, he sees a word that really makes him let out a giddy giggle. A month ago, he would’ve never believed that this is what Carlos does on nights off. Now, TK might actually be in love with him.

“Is this porny?” he accuses, faking a gasp like a scandalized church goer.

Carlos looks like he’s ready to hurdle the chair as he grows more jumpy. “TK, give me my book.”

TK laughs. “It totally is!”

Carlos darts for him again, and TK runs around the opposite side of the chair. But Carlos is too quick, he fakes right but actually goes left, a move that allows him to catch TK by the waist and take him to the floor. He laughs the entire time his back hits the hardwood because despite their mock wrestling, Carlos is still gentle with him.

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[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! Here’s uhhhhh more than that from a buddietommy vacation threesome fic-

The day is hot enough that Buck is curled up like a bug on the dock between them. He’d stayed in the water longer than Tommy or Eddie had, and had swum out further than either of them, so when he’d crawled back up onto the old wood planks he’d chugged an entire water bottle and promptly passed out. Eddie glances down at his bare torso, just starting to get a little pink.

“Should probably get sunscreen on him again.”

Tommy snorts as he leans backwards, stretching out to grab the spray can. “And you’re worried you’ve forgotten how to be a dad.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie says as Buck, still asleep, makes a similar sound when Tommy mists him all over with cold sunscreen. “It’s been months, man, that’s so long for a kid, who knows what he’s even into now-”

“Minecraft, right?” Tommy says as he smooths his hand over a few places the sunscreen pooled on his boyfriend’s back. “Wasn’t he on a video call with you and Buck about it for like three hours on Friday? Something about- uh- command blocks?”

Eddie is mildly impressed Tommy remembers the word — maybe — because he certainly doesn’t. Buck had only been slightly better at following along than he had as they’d squinted at the probably impressive pixels on the laptop screen. “I don’t know, I just feel like…” Every morning, still, he wakes up and thinks he needs to get Chris’ breakfast started. Whole parts of his being are wired around taking care of his kid, but since he’s been gone Eddie has been trying — in fits and starts and most of the time guiltily — to figure out what the rest of him is for. It’s part of what got him into the whole mess in the first place, chasing after the dreams of a 19 year old who got those dreams from his parents. A nice wife (but they never liked her, did they) and a good job (but firefighting is too dangerous, isn’t it) and a picket fence (one closer to home, Eddie, you’ve gone too far away.) So he owed it to Chris, owed it to himself, to figure out what the fuck he actually wants, so he doesn’t keep twisting himself into knots and taking out everyone around him when the line breaks. He’s not sure he’s any closer to whatever that is — other than it’s unlikely to include a wife of any kind — but in the time he’s taken trying, what if other things got lost in the upheaval? “I keep thinking I’ll just- not remember to do something. Forget how field trip permissions slips work, or not know what shoe size he wears, or- I don’t know. Anything. I won’t pack his lunch and it won’t be the end of the world but he’ll be hungry that day.”

Tommy leans back on his palms and looks across at him, quiet and thoughtful for a few moments in that way he has, like he’s thinking through every possible response before he speaks. He is, maybe; he’d confessed to Eddie that he’d spoken too quickly when he was younger, is embarrassed about a lot of the dumb shit he’d said, so he tries to take his time with his words now. “Eddie. You took us up here this weekend to check and make sure this place is accessible to take your kid to this summer. And- I get that’s a big thing, a big gesture, and maybe you’re worried about messing up the small stuff, but… You’ve still got his favorite kind of jelly in the fridge that nobody else eats. You love him, and he knows that. You’re gonna do fine.” He shrugs. “And he’s almost fourteen, if you forget to hand him lunch he’s gonna let you know.”

Eddie huffs a small laugh. “Yeah, I guess he will.” He groans a little, shaking his head. “Fourteen years old, that’s fucking crazy. I don’t feel old enough for that to be true.”

Tommy rolls his neck so it audibly cracks. “Yeah, yeah, you whippersnapper.”

Eddie grins at him. “You feeling the exercise, old man? Need to go lay down?” He cackles and leans away as Tommy grabs the can and sprays a burst of sunscreen at him.

Between them Buck grunts at the commotion, and rolls towards Eddie. He presses his face into the meat of his bare side above his trunks, and wraps his long arms around his torso. Eddie glances up at Tommy, who just looks fondly amused. “Uh. Wrong guy, there, bud.”

Buck stills, and then pulls back a little to squint up at him. Eddie’s not particularly ticklish, but something like goosebump are shivering across the skin of his stomach where Buck’s forearm rests against him. He has to actively try not to shudder as Buck pulls back and rolls the other way, Eddie watching hypnotized as he gives Tommy the same treatment. Buck presses a little kiss onto Tommy’s hip, in the spot he had just been cuddled into on Eddie, and Eddie’s mouth goes dry.

Tommy lets out a little breath, and Eddie doesn’t think he’ll be able to use the sun as an excuse for how pink he’s gotten as his eyes snap up to the other man’s face. Except- he’d been expecting a raised eyebrow, a flat mouth, some visual indicator of disapproval, that this is one step Buckandeddie too far, that all the rest of their codependent lives have been fine, a platonic kind of care built over years of being there for each other through the worst of the worst, but now the uncomfortable answer to what Eddie wants, the uncomfortable answer he’s been trying to avoid because it's something he cannot have, has been found out and the messy insides of him will have once again ruined something good. But what he finds is a tiny little smile and heavy eyes that-

Well, they don’t look disapproving in the slightest.

“You guys hungry?” Buck mutters, words muffled by Tommy’s skin. “We should go start the grill.”

Tommy’s little smile gets wide and lazy, eyes still stuck on Eddie. “I could eat,” he says.

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[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 (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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[louisferrignojr]

last snippet of the fake dating au because i'm almost done writing and will post soon!!!

Evan shuffles closer, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s chin, then settles with his head tucked in the crook of Tommy’s neck. “My evil ploy worked.”

“Your evil ploy?”

“Yeah, you know, pretending I need a fake boyfriend, bla bla. I’ve been playing you from the beginning, Tommy.” 

Tommy snorts a laugh. “Nice try. You’re not that good an actor, honey.”

Evan pokes him in the chest a couple of times, then flattens his palm in between his pecs. “How did you know?”

“That you’re into me?”

“Yeah.”

Tommy breathes out a sigh. He wraps an arm around Evan’s shoulder, bringing him closer and holding him tightly before he rolls onto his back, smiling to himself as Evan settles with his head on his shoulder. “You followed me to the bathroom, for one.”

[paperstorm]

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“Coffee’s code for sex, right?” Paul asks, and Marjan covers her mouth.

“Coffee is definitely code for sex,” Carlos agrees. “But we should be polite the next time we see them and pretend it wasn’t that obvious.”

“Ours is cardio,” TK pipes up. Three sets of brown eyes turn to him, and a half-hysterical giggle bubbles up from his throat at the instantly scandalized look on his boyfriend’s face. “What, it is!”

“We – we do not have a code word, ignore him,” Carlos splutters, while Paul glances back and forth between them, exaggeratedly delighted.

“Did you forget that time we were at your aunt and uncle’s place, and you were telling your cousin about how you were trying to find time to fit more cardio into your schedule while under the table your toes were up my pant leg?” TK reminds him. “‘Cause I haven’t.”

Marjan lets out a soft scream, muffled behind her hands, and rounds on Carlos. “In front of your family, Carlos?”

“One time doesn’t make it a code word! Oh my God. I’m never touching you again,” Carlos declares dramatically, pushing himself up off the couch while Paul laughs so hard he nearly falls to the floor.

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[intrepidacious]

ooooo how about Steve Harrington x reader, enemies to lovers one bed trope👀👀👀

like magnets | s.h.

a/n: this follows absolutely no canon timeline but it was incredibly fun to write <3

"Move the fuck over," you hissed when Harrington’s overly large icy feet bumped into your leg again, and again, "I swear I will kick you to the floor.

"My face is literally pressed against the wall," he retorted, "and if you’d stop wiggling around, I could—hey!"

Whatever you’d done in a past life to deserve getting stuck in the Upside Down with fucking Hairrington you would never understand; but here you were, having to share the only blanket you’d found in the old trailer, huddled up against the cursed cold, voices barely raising so you wouldn’t alert anyone—or anything—to your presence. One way or another, you had to make it through the night together, and if something ate you in your sleep, you were going to haunt him, "Shut up."

This was torture, even if you refused to turn around; neither of you acknowledged that you’d probably have more space if you both turned around, if he’d wrap his arms around you like he might have, once, long ago, the barely-there smell of his aftershave enveloping you, shielding you from the outside world. What did it matter, you asked yourself just before you fell into a fitful sleep, shivering, a hair’s breadth between your backs; you were used to this animosity, to this pushing and pulling, to this … this.

When you woke up, you felt warm.

[the-golden-comet]

✨Seven Sentence Sunday🧞‍♂️✨

Happy Sunday, lovelies! 💛💫✨

Thank you so much again to all who have tagged me! I always love peeking at your art and writing, and feel free to add me to any tag lists! ❤️

Here are my seven sentences from YWIMC 🧞‍♂️✨:

‘Remember Spring Break?’

“….” Noah blushed, carefully removing his glasses before the lenses fogged up. He remembered the evenings where Ali and him were under the throw on the couch, enjoying Baltic pastries and commenting on the architectural design of Mayan temples. He recalled Ali’s arm wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer as they watched Blue Planet. Noah could taste Sharma on his lips as if it were yesterday, feel his roommate’s skin on his own, smelt that sweet cologne lingering in the hall in front of the bathroom that he looked forward to every morning. Burying his face in the short silk of Ali’s shirt as the genie saved him from two deserts that week; and in both….Noah remembered just how safe he felt in Ali’s arms.

‘…..Yeah. I do.’

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[rcmclachlan]

Seven Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by the insanely talented @cecilyv, who dropped a snippet of a scene in an upcoming fic in which Tommy and Buck LINE DANCE. If you haven't read their ongoing series (co-written with liminalmemories) What Binds The Fabric Together, you really should.

Anyway, this sure ain't seven sentences, but...

As soon as Tommy had dropped the print-out of his blood panel results from the clinic on South La Brea on the kitchen counter, Evan launched himself clear across the room, colliding with him like an atom, and gasped into Tommy's ear that he was going to milk the orgasm right out of him. That he was going to hold all that come inside himself where he would be swollen and warm, and wouldn't spill a single drop. "Because then you're going to lick it out of me." Evan punctuated that by sinking his teeth into the meat of Tommy's throat. The first couple of months of their relationship was spent in a frenzied cycle of fucking wildly every chance they got and revealing to each other the parts of themselves no one else had ever seen. Glutting on the thrill of exploring this new facet of Evan's sexuality together was addictive, but more so was the terrifying and exhilarating feeling of cleaving his own chest open because Evan wanted to explore the caverns inside.  It was insane how fast and willingly Tommy fell into it. He had never wanted someone so much every second of every day. When he was in the air, he thought of Evan. When he was under the hood of the Shelby Cobra he'd been fixing off and on for the last four years, he thought of Evan. When he was with Evan, he thought of nothing and no one else. He gratefully supped on everything he was given: every anecdote, every kiss, every joke, every touch, every smile, every useless factoid about parasitoid wasps or how ketchup was once believed to cure jaundice or that the tooth fairy doesn't exist in most Hispanic cultures but El Ratoncito Pérez, the tooth mouse, does. It felt insane. It was insane. But it was nothing compared to Evan, who bit and clawed and howled for Tommy like a wolf that had been starved to madness, spending half the time panting and whining to be mounted while the other half was spent running down every one of Tommy's hopes and fears and secret shames so he could swallow them whole with vicious, bloody-toothed joy. And even though it meant getting ribbed by his teammates for limping around in a sleep-deprived daze all the damn time, Tommy wanted to keep stuffing and stuffing that insatiable creature full—with his fingers and his cock and the parts of himself he'd thought were buried so far down they were lost forever. It was during that time that Tommy, drowsy and come-drunk one night after he'd eaten Evan out for fifteen minutes until his jaw felt wired shut and then fucked him deaf and dumb, had murmured that his number one fantasy was to suck his own come out of the same place his dick had been, and Evan never once let him forget it. Every time they fucked after that, he would push Tommy's head down and whine and demand and beg for Tommy to clean him up with his tongue, even though there was no mess to be found. Nothing to show Tommy had been there.  But tonight there would be.

No pressure tags: @dadvans, @alchemistc, @kirkaut, @sonatine, @itsevidentvery, @ripeteeth, @beefcakekinard, and anyone else who wants to share with the class

[theotherbuckley]

Hi hello I am here to request many sentences

🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵🦵

A whole heap of words just for you 😘

🦵 - Buck and Tommy Meet at Physio

Buck keeps eagerly scrolling through wikipedia articles about sharks before his phone dings again beside him. 

Tommy: Did you get the hot bag?

Oh yeah, that’s what he was supposed to do. 

A little shyly, he types back.

Buck: Uhhhhh

Tommy: …

Buck: On it 🫡🫡

Tommy:  Dork

Buck grins to himself, lifting out of his seat and hobbling over to the kitchen to microwave the wheat bag. Walking was slowly getting easier, he could make his way around most of the apartment unaided now, though he was still constantly side-eyeing the stairs. Thankfully, after Maddie had a strongly-worded conversation with the building manager, the elevator was back up and running, meaning Buck could leave his apartment without fear, if he needed to. Sadly that means Tommy wouldn't need to carry him up a flight of stairs either, but that wasn’t something he was thinking too hard about.

The 118 had all collectively come over a few weeks back, when Buck had finally relented and let them move his bed down the stairs. His back was very grateful, but he couldn’t help the flare of jealousy that swirled around in his gut seeing them all so easily manoeuvre his bed down the stairs without even breaking a sweat. 

It isn’t fair that Buck can’t even walk up a flight of stairs without wishing the ground would open below him and swallow his leg whole, taking away the pain with it. He should be happy that he can walk at all now, it’s just he thought it would have happened sooner.

He’s already far behind the schedule he set himself to recover. 

The microwave beeps before he has time to scold himself for that. 

He gets himself settled back on the couch, stretching out his leg in front of him and sighing in relief when the warmth of his hot bag seeps into his leg, soothing away the uncomfortable ache that constantly clings to his calf. He takes out his phone, ready to send a photo to Tommy as evidence that he is, in fact, taking care of himself. But as he looks through his camera, the jagged scars of his leg seem to scream through the phone. The lines are a harsh red, a stark contrast to the pale, sun-starved skin of his leg. 

A cold wave of grief sweeps through him, his body feeling numb and raw despite the heat bag resting on top. He sighs, leaning back against the couch and closing his eyes. He hates this. Hates the way his body doesn’t feel like his own anymore. Hates that he can’t outrun what happened to him because there will always be evidence of his broken leg tattooed across the limb. It’s ugly and broken, a lot like how he feels, which he supposes is fitting. 

Most days, he is too focused on his recovery to care about the state of his skin. On days when he feels particularly vulnerable, he wears his sweats, letting the material rub across the tender skin, unpleasant but bearable. Today it just hits him hard, for no reason that he can articulate. He just doesn’t want Tommy to see how broken he really is, even if logically he knows it wouldn’t make a difference.

As if summoned by his thought, his phone vibrates in his palm, Tommy’s name flashing briefly.

Tommy: Hot bag acquired?

Buck smiles softly, the message alone helping to dispel some of the negative thoughts swirling around in his head. He takes the bag off of his leg for a moment, taking a selfie with a big thumbs up and the hot pack clearly in view.

Buck: [image attached]

Got it :)

[bigfootsmom]

Seven(ish) sentence Sunday

Thank you to everyone who keeps tagging me in tag games (I’m sorry if I’ve missed snippets that you’ve posted i lose everything in my notes) i was tagged by @tizniz and @diazsdimples for sss thank you beloveds <3 <3 <3

Here is some helicopter crash fic (which is actually getting pretty close to being done?? I think??)

Tommy takes a faltering step forward, knees buckling and sending him back toward the hard earth. But before he can reach it, strong hands grab him. Briefly, he panics as Evan’s weight begins to slide off his shoulders and he tightens his grip, a frantic noise rising in the back of his throat.

“Tommy, Tommy— I’ve got him! You’ve gotta let him go— I’ve got Buck.” That’s Howie’s voice in his ear. He tries to listen to him, forces his stiff fingers to uncurl from their death grip on Evan.

It feels wrong to let go, panic fluttering in his chest even as relief continues to surge through him. Evan is going to be okay. Help is here, Evan is going to be okay!

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