#several sentences sunday

[dangerpronebuddie]

Several Sentences Sunday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @inell who both shared AMAZING stuff y'all should show some love!! 🩷🩵

The writing beans have graced me with their presence! I have started a new wip that I am absolutely obsessed with. I'm having a lot of fun with it, so I really hope the beans don't abandon me again. While I convince them to stick around, have some of bodyguard Eddie (before he actually becomes one):

“See anything fascinating there?”

Eddie jumps at the voice suddenly beside him. He looks up at the tall man, who smiles down at him. The corners of his bright blue eyes crinkle with his smile. The yellow lights of the bar highlight his mop of golden curls that flick across his forehead. Above his left eye is a pink birthmark that matches his lips. Eddie has never thought of another man as beautiful, but that seems to be the best word to describe him. He can't be much older than Eddie, and his smile suggests an easy- but practiced- confidence.

“Not really,” Eddie admits. “Not until now.” What the hell was Eddie saying? Maybe he drank more than he thought. The man raises his eyebrows, his smile growing into a grin. He ducks his head, pulling his full lower lip between his teeth as he smiles. “I thought I was going to be the smooth one.” “You've still got a chance if you want to try,” Eddie teases. He swivels on his barstool to face the man and leans an elbow on the bar. The man mirrors his position, his biceps straining against the fabric of the white tee shirt practically painted on him. “I don't know if I can top that,” the man chuckles. “I was going to go for something really cheesy.” “What, like come here often?” Eddie grins. “I was kinda thinking is it hot in here or is it just you?” The man rakes his gaze over Eddie, the grin morphing into a smirk. “I don't think it's just me,” Eddie says, taking the opportunity for what it is and checking him out.

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[duchessdepolignaca03]

I’m hoping this is my muse coming back to life. Thank you everyone who has been tagging me in these games even when I had no spoons to respond!

I bring you a few sentences from my currently untitled fic inspired by this post about Henry having an evil twin, with a Never Let Me Go-inspired twist!

“Alex, listen…New Year’s…that kiss.”

Henry’s hesitant and rueful tone makes Alex’s stomach sink. He braces himself for the impact of rejection, already annoyed that he’s had a crisis of sexuality over someone who is ultimately going to reject him. What a waste.

But Henry delivers a different bomb altogether.

“That wasn’t me.”

“What do you mean that wasn’t you?” Alex sputters incredulously.

“It was my bio-identical.” Henry’s breath shakes.

“But bio-identicals are just…refrigerated meat suits. Non-sentient spare parts. Right? They’re not…running around kissing First Sons at New Year’s Eve parties.”

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[rosyhoneydew]

Several Sentences Sunday

Decided to participate in this for the first time!

This is from the first chapter of the fake dating AU that I'm finally fleshing out from this post :)

“Abby, nice to meet you.” Tommy’s smiling like this is just an average Saturday afternoon for him and Buck really owes him a beer.  “This is so crazy,” Sam begins, “you know I thought I’d never get the chance to see the guy who saved my life again, but here you are! I mean what are the odds?”  “Saved his life, huh?” Tommy asks, a twinkle in his eye.  “Oh, yeah." Buck laughs a little, nervous. "I mean, you know what the job’s like,” he fumbles.  “He rappelled down the side of a flipped train car to pull me out. If he hadn’t been there I would’ve been toast,” Sam says. He grabs Abby’s hand, who’s starting to look a little overwhelmed. Buck knows the feeling.  “That sounds like my guy,” Tommy turns to Buck with a smile, arm tightening around his waist to pull him slightly closer. 

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[holidayslinger]

several sentences sunday

so no one tagged me (this week) but this is the first time in a while i actually have something i'm actively working on. i posted something maybe last week or two weeks ago but that version of the story has actually been scrapped because i regathered my thoughts. anyway i wrote a couple thousand words today and i just wanted to post a little bit of it. i don't think i've been this invested in/stressed about writing something for a very long time. i've been plotting out this fic for months and i've been living and breathing it, so here's a little bit of it for you.

'tis the damn season au, buddie, aka the fic where buck and his parents moved to el paso and buck went to high school with eddie and shannon, and now he's coming back for a visit (set in 911-time during s3 when buck isn't allowed back to work - instead of suing everyone, buck goes home)

His phone starts ringing.  Of course Eddie hadn’t just texted back. 

Of course Eddie is calling him.

“Hey.” “Hey, Evan.  I wasn’t sure you’d ever want to speak again.”

“Please, call me Buck.  Everyone calls me Buck.”

“Right,” Eddie says.  “Right, you said that.”

“I’m in El Paso.” Buck fumbles with the hem of his t-shirt, nervously.  It’s so annoying that he hasn’t just let himself turn up to Eddie’s parents, asking where he can find Eddie.  Helena had always loved him.  She wouldn’t question his presence even a little bit.  She would probably give him a big hug and invite him in for coffee.  He’s just not sure he has that right or place in Eddie’s life anymore.

After all, he was the one who’d taken off.

“You’re - “ There’s a long pause on the other end of the line and then Buck hears the click of a door.  “You’re here?”

“Yeah, I had to get out of LA.  I was feeling a little suffocated and a lot lost.  I’m at my parents’ house.”

“Did you talk to Shannon?”

“Yeah.” Buck closes his eyes.  “You didn’t tell me you were divorced.” “You didn’t exactly give me the chance.” There’s nothing tense in Eddie’s voice, not like Buck would expect.  He sounds light, sarcastic, like the Eddie Buck remembers from all the way back in high school when everything between them was just so easy.

“No, I guess I didn’t.” “Hey, so, I don’t work tomorrow.  Do you want - we can just, you know.  Hang out, like old times or whatever.”

Buck wants to ask what kind of old times he means.  The ones where he, Eddie, and Shannon would waste the day sitting in the Whataburger parking lot listening to shitty music and sharing a cigarette or the kind in that short window of time where the two of them would go find somewhere to park and make out sloppy in Eddie’s truck.  Or maybe the time they tried to get the fuck away from this town together, before they knew Shannon was pregnant, when Buck really thought he and Eddie could be EvanAndEddie for real.  He doesn’t ask.

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good.  It’ll be nice to catch up.”

[leandra-kinard]

Some Sentences Sunday

I was tagged by @cliophilyra. Thank you so much! And I actually do have a WIP.

“I think something’s wrong with Eddie,” Buck says one day as he joins Tommy at the kitchen table. 

He’s laid out some freshly crisped up croissants, jam, scrambled eggs, and a platter with cucumbers and tomatoes that they still had left over from their Greek salad the other night. It looks delicious, and, after his twenty-four-hour, Buck is definitely hungry. He does not yet dig in. 

“Good morning to you too,” Tommy replies with a subtle smirk on his lips. His brows, however, are slightly furrowed, wordlessly prompting Buck to elaborate. 

He sighs and makes a vague, waving hand gesture. 

“I don’t know. It’s just… he— Uhm, he seems off somehow.” 

“This isn’t about your mustache theory again, is it?”

“No,” Buck huffs out a chuckle, “Though I haven’t entirely given up on that either. The mustache is also weird.”

“I think it suits him,” Tommy says with a shrug. “Though it was a good choice to not also get a mullet with it like all those YouTube kids.” 

Buck snorts. “Those YouTube ‘kids’,” he’s accentuating the word with air quotes, “are mostly thirty-something-year-old men.”

Tommy just shrugs again as he swallows down some scrambled eggs. Then he looks at Buck, a soft, patiently indulgent expression on his features. “Why are you worried about Eddie?” 

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[jamieylnn]

I have never done this before, but I'm now doing fic writing so I think that means I'm allowed to do such a thing and am taking @caterpills's open tag to do it. It's also definitely Ten Several Sentences Sunday, because I can't be contained~ Anyway, in my note for just look at him, I hinted that I've had a Modern AU Dorym fic in my head for a while and this is an excerpt from one of the chapters I've been noodling on. Someday I'll get around to polishing things further, but for the meantime, please have this offering. This chapter was feelsy to write, but I like what I have so far.

He let the phone continue to the next saved message. "I'm watching you do yoga right now. I'm making coffee and you're outside in the backyard, not even wearing a shirt and it's—hang on. It's not even 50 degrees out, I swear. Oh, the weather app says it's 64, but still. I'm not complaining, though, because holy shit, you look—oh fuck, you saw me, okay love you bye—" "I know you're doing important work right now, but I miss you. Call me when you get back to your hotel room. I love you, Orym." "I just texted you, but I thought I'd try calling and before you say I told you so, please know that I know you were right and I know I should have taken my car in to get the tires replaced weeks ago so you don't need to remind me when I tell you that my tire went and I need you to come and get me, because I can stomach a lecture from you better than the one Dad will give me so please call me back as—oh that's you—"

Just an open tag, feel free to go for it. 💙💚

[absolutelybifurious]

several sentences sunday

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz thank youuuuu, last night was a fun writing night so extra thank you on the timing!!!

pacrim au because... what else would it be?

“Buck, you’re hurt,” Eddie says, but he needs this. That’s always when Eddie fights things hardest – when he needs them.

Buck finds the spot on Eddie’s neck that takes him apart, but he doesn’t suck, doesn’t bite. He keeps it paintbrush soft, dragging the touch back up his jaw.

“You made me dinner,” he whispers against the hinge of it.

“Mm,” is all Eddie can say, because Buck’s good at this. Good at bleeding the tension out of Eddie. He’s not sure he’s ever been this good at anything.

Buck presses his lips into Eddie’s hairline because Eddie’s let himself fall against Buck’s shoulder, half in Buck’s lap, half beside him. “I told you not to make me dinner – that was supposed to be my thing.”

Eddie raises a hand to smooth the bandage on Buck’s neck. “You can’t tell me what to do.” It’s the kind of childlike petulance that only ever comes from bone-deep exhaustion. Buck laughs and hooks a finger beneath Eddie’s chin, tips it up, and kisses him, slow and lingering. “You love it when I tell you what to do.”

A shudder runs through Eddie, and he bites his bottom lip until Buck tugs it loose. “And what do you want me to do now?”

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[petrifiedforests]

Several Sentence Sunday

and

Last/First Line Challenge

I've been tagged by @meebles and @aerjnn respectively, thank you!

I've never done a several sentence sunday (a bit hard for short fics, I think), so in order not to already have half of a fic out there, here's the last bit I fiddled with from a bit longer fic.

"Are you close with your batch?" "Yes, they commed every ship that was involved in our rescue until they found the one I was on." Birdie rolled his eyes and Ponds barked a laugh at the unexpected show of emotions. "Did they now?" he asked. "They harried the poor Comm Officer until he went and patched them through to med bay!" "That's very sweet of them." "They yelled at me for half an hour before the medics put a stop to it. Half an hour!" Birdie sounded so put out that Ponds had to laugh again. To think that he believed the hounding in the group chat had been bad.

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[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

~ Several Sentences Sunday ~

Thanks for including me @tailsbeth-writes 🌹

The beginning of the next Salt Follows the Moon chapter ~

“Prom?” “Didn’t go to prom,” Alex answered flatly. Ellen puzzled, “We rented you a tux.” “I used it to photograph headshots.” Ellen paced in front of her children—Alex on the piano bench and June in one of the chairs—and gaped far away, years away. “What about the polaroids from the after party?” “I went to the after party,” Alex smirked. Ellen pointed at her eldest. “You. Prom?” “I went to prom, but I didn’t use the money for my hair or dress.” “What did you use it for?” Ellen asked. “What did you wear?” Alex grimaced.

Sassy brother for your Sunday haha open tag for anyone who wants to share <3

[angstandhappiness]

NICE I am eager for the fic

several sentences sunday

This excerpt was inspired by a tidbit in Gotham Knights #22 (under the cut), a tie-in to Joker: Last Laugh; and is set in my Jason Survives/No Death in the Family AU.

This wasn't the first time Stephanie's buttocks rested on the padded seats of the Batmobile. It wasn't even the first time she sat in it while Batman drove it, strictly speaking, though she knew (she wasn't supposed to know) it'd been a different Batman back then.

It was her first time in it without Robin, and that made all the difference. By which she meant, now it was really fucking awkward.

It wasn't lost on her that despite technically being a part of things for two years, Robin was her link, and her buffer, between her and the other bats –with Tim or Huntress as exceptions; and they were... bat-adjacent, like she was. But it wasn't even that. Things on the bat-front were improving! She'd met Batgirl! And Batman had given her one of their communicators! He'd even been... nice to her. She thought. Robin would probably tell her she needed to elevate her standards.

No, this wasn't about her dubious stance with the bats. was the superhero equivalent to waiting for your best friend in the foyer and trying to make small talk with his incredibly standoffish dad. It was excruciating.

Except, Robin wouldn't be coming at the foyer or, in this equivalence, waiting for them at Batman's hideout. He'd reached out to her through the communicator to let her know he was settling in in college, wherever that was, and whenever she tried to broach the topic of Batman, or Joker, or what happened at that church, he made it clear he had nothing to say about it. That he wanted nothing to do with Batman.

That was, in all likelihood, the reason the guy had gone off script and sought out Spoiler the last couple of times she'd gone out. Empty nest syndrome: six foot night demons had it too. That, and...

“Don't worry. When we reach the cave, I'll give you a second dose of the antidote.” Ah, yeah, the fear toxin. She'd administer a first dose to the both of them, despite Batman's insistence that she'd take both, arguing something about the strength of the batch. She doubted she was off the hook for her disobedience, but she was confident she had good arguments to back it up.

Chief among them that she never, ever, wanted to see anyone, especially not a grown man, scream and cry over what she suspected was the imaginary shape of her best friend's corpse. She was pretty sure she now knew Robin's name, and he had no idea.

“That should fully counteract the toxin, but I want to monitor your–”

“Wait a minute. It's not a literal cave, is it??”

[duchessdepolignaca03]

Getting an early (late?) start!

This week I completed the Herculean feat of finishing Chapter 19 of Rule Britannia! Ive since been brain dead. So here are some sentences that are not spoilery and are instead, possibly a little misleading about what this chapter ended up being!

Henry’s loving smile was everything.

Henry helped him out of the bath once he was finished with his own shower, enveloping Alex in a large fluffy towel and his hair in a satin hair wrap. “To protect your curls, I saw it online,” Henry said.

Alex felt a little ridiculous, not used to being the one on the receiving end of such care. He felt the thrum of anxiety when he glanced down at his watch, conscious of the fact that he had less than an hour before the start of his full day of meetings.

Still, he was powerless to resist when Henry begged sweetly to dress him. “Let me luxuriate in every minute I have left with you. You’ve done it for me so many times.”

“Because I’m a pervert who likes the excuse to look at you and grope you,” Alex quipped.

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[holidayslinger]

Several Sentences Sunday

Okay, Well, @bucksbignaturals tagged me, and I haven't written anything on this since last month but if anyone wants the opening bit of my Buddie tis the dam season au here you can have that!!!! This is literally the start of the opening season and it's hopefully intriguing enough that people wanna know where I'm going with it, haha.

Buck can’t quite open his eyes yet, but he feels like he got hit by a bus.

Or, rather, like a fucking fire truck fell on top of him.

There’s someone holding his hand.  She has delicate hands, and he thinks it must be Maddie.  He can’t get his eyes to open.  He knows they’ve probably given him a lot of pain killers, but there’s a dull throb in his leg that tells him they’re starting to wear off.

“Hey, careful. Don’t try too hard.”

He doesn’t even realize he’d been trying to speak until she starts talking. It’s not Maddie. It’s not any voice he’s heard in a very long time, and it startles him so much he manages to get his eyes open. 

“Hi, Evan.” She smiles, polite and sad. 

“Sh-Shannon?”

He hasn’t seen her since high school. The day after graduation to be exact. He never expected to see her again, especially not in LA. 

“It’s not the drugs. I’m really here.”

“Eddie?”

Buck isn’t sure what he wants the answer to be.  He’s not sure he wants the first time he sees Eddie Diaz in 9 years to be right after his leg had been crushed by a fire engine. But also. 

God, he wants to see Eddie again. 

“Eddie is still in El Paso.” She clears her throat.  “We, uh.  We’ve been divorced for a while.  It turns out, sometimes you really are better off as friends.”

“Right.” Buck looks up at the ceiling.  The last thing he wants to talk to Shannon about is her relationship with Eddie.

“Listen, Evan - “

“It’s Buck now.  Call me Buck.”

“Okay.” She’s quiet, gentle.  He knows what happened wasn’t really her fault, but he wishes he could blame her.  “Buck, what happened with me and Eddie, it was - “

“It’s okay, Shannon.  It was almost ten years ago.” Nearly 8 years, to be exact.  That’s not important.  “How did you even get in here?  No one on the team knows you.”

“I introduced myself to your sister.  I said I was a friend from high school and I saw what happened on the news and rushed over.  I haven’t seen you since graduation and you were on television getting crushed by a fire truck.”

“Yeah.” He blinks a couple of times.  “Yeah, I was there.”

“Sorry, of course.”

Not tagging anyone but if you haven't done this and want to consider yourself tagged

[television-overload]

All I shall allow you to see is the first paragraph of this month's fic. You'll have to wait for the rest 😈

Her clothes are soaked, sticking to her body like a second skin as rain splatters her mercilessly. In the distance, she watches the train disappear in a cloud of engine smoke and mist, its screaming whistle growing ever fainter as it goes. Her head falls back limply onto the soggy ground and she closes her eyes, just needing to rest. Just for a moment.

several sentences Sunday

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This several sentences Sunday, share a little teaser from your WIP, if you feel so inclined :) 👇

[perfectlysunny02]

several sentence sunday

(there's an ache in you) tagged by @wikiangela and @actuallyitsellie, my wonderful friends, go check out their work, they're amazing. this fic is inspired by a conversation between me, @desert--moonchild and @geniusjester. thank you so much for encouraging me to write this.

He hears the flurry of Chim and Hen’s voices around him, but he can’t focus on what they’re saying. It doesn’t matter what they’re saying, because his hands are still stained red, and the water is running pink.  “Buck,” He can’t tell who’s talking to him now, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He needs to do this. He’s not clean. “Buck! Jesus Christ!”  Someone is pulling at him, and there’s a sound of an animal dying. And as his throat aches, he realizes it’s him. He’s making that awful sound. How does he stop making that sound? He needs it to stop. He needs to clean, it’s not clean enough, Gerrard will be-Bobby- Someone’s practically carrying him away, and Buck can’t seem to get his hands to work so he can make them stop.  Can someone turn off that fucking noise? Can someone make it stop? Please. “Someone needs to call Tommy!”  “Buckaroo, let me see, baby, let me see-”

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

several sentences sunday

tagged by @rewritetheending @onward--upward

thanks darlins!

began furiously writing a sort of coda fic after the last episode so here's buck waking up with a hangover after going to eddie's

Buck does take a few deep breaths. It doesn’t really do much to help anything at the moment, doesn’t abate any of the horrific symptoms that are physically battering him at the moment nor the echoes of his hurt heart whose ripples are strong enough to jar his bones.

But those few breaths do help him identify and remember where he is.

Eddie’s.

It’s unmistakable due to the scent of cedar trickling into his senses, brushing lightly over his overactive and equally deadened nerve endings.

Cedar. Warm and fresh. Faint. Eddie’s body wash. A smell Buck is more familiar with than almost anything. It’s accompanied by the tiniest hint of coconut. The lotion Eddie uses, slathering it over his body almost religiously because he’s so uptight about having moisturized skin.

Something unclenches in Buck. Softens. Soothed like an upset child.

Buck buries his nose in the pillow, Eddie’s pillow, that he’s been drooling over all night. He doesn’t remember getting here. Has no idea how he went from drinking with Eddie on the couch, morose and sad and empty while Eddie was a bright spot beside him, to sleeping in Eddie’s bed.

He’s never been in Eddie’s bed before. It’s a…strangely weird thought. A kind of jarring realization. Enough so that he peels open his eyelids, wincing at the pinch and crunch of the action.

Buck bemoans existing. He bemoans being someone the universe likes punching. He bemoans every fucking thing that has led him here.

He flops over on his back. Brings his fingers to his eyes. Rubs away the crust from his lashes.

His stomach pitches. Hauling upward like it’s doing a somersault.

Buck suppresses a gag. Debates rotting away here in Eddie’s bed for the rest of his life, never daring to get up and face the world, his failures, his losses. That wouldn’t be such a horrible thing really. Eddie’s bed is nice. Eddie’s house is nice. Eddie is nice.

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

Several Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by the amazing @herrmannhalsteadproduction ❤️

Finishing out first semester is a headache so I haven't gotten much work done on my WIPs...hopefully I can over break 🤞but this is a snippet of what I've been referring to as "Cool Dad Tommy"

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The first time it happened was when Tommy tagged along to Baby and Me class - renamed from "Mommy and Me" after Buck had given the gym an earful about being sexist and heteronormative.

They were sitting in a circle, babies on laps, as they usually did.

"Good afternoon, class! It looks like we have someone new joining us today. I'm Kath, the facilitator. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Oh, okay," Tommy said, adjusting Stella on his lap. "I'm Tommy, I'm Stella's other dad. This is my first time because I'm a firefighter and—"

"A firefighter?" Kath's eyes lit up. "How noble and brave."

"I'm also a firefighter," Buck interjected.

"I've been gone the last three weeks fighting a wildfire," Tommy continued.

"Wow, a wildfire! That sounds dangerous," she replied, barely glancing at Buck.

"I also do dangerous things," Buck said, his voice tight with irritation.

"Oh, it wasn't so bad," Tommy said with a shrug. "I was mostly in the air flying my helicopter."

"You're a pilot?" one of the moms asked, leaning forward with interest.

"That is so cool," another chimed in.

Kath looked at Buck, inviting him to speak.

"Yeah, I got nothing," Buck muttered, watching Tommy bounce their daughter on his knee.

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