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honestlydarkprincess · 11 months

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday!

tagged by @ebdaydreamer, @buddiearemydads, @wikiangela @devirnis and @comaboybuck 💗

i've been a bit stuck since i posted vampire buck so i haven't worked on anything new, someone yell at me to get back to writing pls, anyway have some from an old wip touchstarved buck and rip sorry this is way more than seven sentences

“Hey,” Eddie called, catching up with Buck as they both entered the empty locker room. “Let me check you out.”

Buck choked. “E-excuse me?” He could feel his cheeks flushing.

“C’mon, Buck. You’ve been weird all day. You sounded like you were in pain when I touched your shoulder earlier, so let me check you out. I swear if you’re hiding an injury…,” Eddie trails off, huffing as he drags one of the chairs from the corner to where they’re standing, nodding his head to it when Buck just stands there, looking at him in disbelief.

“Eddie, I’m fine, I promise,” Buck protests, his heart racing at the prospect of Eddie checking him out. Eddie can’t get that close to him, he might just die. “I didn’t get hurt, everything is okay.”

“Please, Buck?” Eddie asked softly, pleading with his eyes for Buck to just let him. He needed to make sure that Buck was okay and he wanted to do that with his own two eyes. Having Buck say he was fine wasn’t enough.

Buck sighed. He knew he was going to give in sooner rather than later so he might as well just do it now. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Buck is immediately proven wrong, however, when he goes to sit on the chair and Eddie stops him. “Shirt off and sit on the chair backwards so I can see your shoulders and back.”

no pressure tagging: @bigfootsmom, @rainbowtartt, @heartbeatdiaz, @monsterrae1, @dorkydiaz, @alyxmastershipper, @moonlightbuckleys, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @fleurdebeton, @cowboy-buddie, and @911onabc 💕

#seven sentence sunday #jess.writes #my writing #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 fic #911 wip #my touchstarved buck fic

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konnorhasapen · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday :D

I almost forgot-

If anybody remembers that snippet I posted about—the one I did not remember writing at all—I kinda kept it going and built around it and now we have a brand new wip :)

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Chaotic Even in Literary Preferences

The house was quiet and undisturbed as Sam came through their front door. Their front door. Every time he thought about those little changes he and Darlin' would make in their words as they spoke about their home, Sam could feel his heart flutter in his chest. Toeing off his boots, he took a look around as he always did now that Darlin' lived here. He never seemed to miss the minuscule trinkets littered about as minimalistic decor; soaked in everything from stray, lone sock that would remain on the floor when the Shifter would mumble something of their feet feeling trapped in prisons of fabric until they'd realize they were missing one from their laundry and search around for it, to the rubber duck that had apparently taken its respectful post inside the fridge.

Sam still wasn't certain of the story behind it, but thought from time to time about whether or not he should ask. Only to get very slightly distracted by deciding on a name. He'd been pondering on "Bill" for a while, a name that was both simple and strong, but also showed a little more of that playful side of himself that only so many people had the pleasure of seeing.

He had shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack to his left, catching a glimpse at the coffee table in the livingroom. A curious crease found its way between dark brows as his gaze meandered across the array of books scattered across the tabletop. From Moore's 'Bark' to Tolkien's 'The Fellowship of The Ring,' Jones's 'Howl's Moving Castle' to Christie's 'And Then There Were None.' There was quite the collection strewn about before him—including an extremely well-loved copy of 'The Last Wish,' the first book in Andrzej Sapkowski's book series 'The Witcher.' One of Darlin's favorites, Sam recalled, barely needing the visual proof given the insight he'd received from Asher. He smiled at the chaos, admiring for a little bit longer just how it wound up there, before he made his way to the kitchen to check the mail.

Just as always, he plucked an obnoxiously bright colored envelope from the small pile and didn't even need to strain his eyes to find the sender's name, already knowing full well that it was from Angel. Even though he was in the mates group chat, Angel had declared to "spare his old fingies" and send him memes and screenshots from the group chat he was in, by mail. He had to give them credit: it's been months since Angel had taken this task upon themself. It seemed this whole Shaw pack was filled with members whose names could easily be synonyms of the word 'dedication.'

Had he not been a vampire, Sam never would have heard the near-silent footsteps growing nearer from their bedroom. He'd fully expected to be met with the classic "Howdy, Cowboy," or a "How'd the meetin' at 'Wonder-Ranch' fare today?" What he didn't expect and, frankly, wasn't prepared for, was to watch his Darlin' wander out into the kitchen, grab a quick snack of pretzels, and pivot towards the livingroom to have a seat on their bloodstain-free couch—all with their nose and attention buried between the pages of a book. For a few minutes, Sam said nothing as he only watched them curl up in their corner with their small bowl of pretzels and those gorgeous eyes completely lost in each word.

He caught brief sight of the cover wondering if he'd recognize a familiar title or design. He didn't.

"What'cha got there?" Sam asked softly with a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He chuckled and apologized when he saw them start at his sudden words, like he hadn't been here since they migrated.

"'Ts a book," they replied, pressing a pretzel to their smirking lips as they waited for his estimated response:

"Obviously, you wise-ass," Sam smiled a little wider and rolled his red-flecked silver eyes, making his way to join them. "I mean what type of book?" They exhaled through their nose, peering mischievously over the top of their novel.

"A hardcover," already knowing the outcome they had instigated, Darlin' preemptively slid their bookmark between the pages and snapped it shut as they used it as a shield from the pillow their mate had grabbed and thrown at them. They laughed at his reaction—something that still felt a bit foreign to them, but they were starting to get used to feeling so happy they'd let it show. They readjusted the pillow to use it as a table nestled between their crisscrossed legs, pulling the book away from their face and idly brushing a callused thumb over the lightly textured cover.

"It's 'I Am The Messenger' by Markus Zusak," Darlin' finally shared. "I wanted to finish reading at least one of the books I forgot I owned before moving in." Sam leaned forward with a chuckle and began straightening up the mess of books, putting them into small stacks.

"It was nice of David to swing them by," he said. Darlin' had expected their hardass Alpha would come around to check up on them at some point, but with an old box full of books they'd had before everything in their life turned into a shitstorm that hit the fan in a single night? If they had a penny for every time they guessed David would deliver to them a piece of who they were when things were okay, they would have a penny.

"Yeah..," they trailed off, their mind still humming with memories of Gabe taking them to the book store when they had gotten suspended for defending themself. A bittersweet smile settled on their lips. That was a good day.

They could just barely still hear his voice saying "go wild, kiddo! You won't find out what genre you like best just standing around,"

Almost, they could see the image of his goofy grin. The one he gave when he saw a flicker of a sparkle dance through their young eyes. Sam hummed, grasping Darlin's attention once more:

"Never heard of it," they were thankful he spoke before their thoughts could sour. With a smirk, they replied:

"Prob'ly 'cause yer too busy readin' li'l diddies like'Heartland'," Darlin mocked, not missing that smile and the eye roll that wasn't far behind as he shook his head.

"Okay, I'll give it to you," Sam chuckled, "that was a good one." His mate made a motion of tipping their imaginary hat and quirked their brow.

"Much obliged,"

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And that's all I've got so far! I hope whoever reads this enjoyed my mess<3 And if you'd like to be put in a tags list for writing and art wips—or just one or the other—let me know^^

I'm not certain if you'd like to be tagged, but I know you seemed to like the original little spat I posted a couple days ago and had said you looked forward to a continuation so uh- @sealriously-sealrious I apologize profusely if you wish to not be tagged ajebfkcbks-

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted fanfiction #redacted fanfic #just a bit of domestic bliss and banter #also all of those books i mentioned are actual books and you should give them a crack #i have yet to read lotr or the hobbit but i trust they're just as amazing as ive heard they are

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honestlydarkprincess · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday!

tagged by @destielbuddiepipeline, @dorkydiaz, @rose-buddie, @buddiearemydads @speaknowdiaz, @rogerzsteven, and @peachydiaz 💕

since april might literally kill me if i share something else, have a lil snippet from vampire buck!

“Eds?” Buck’s hand that was between them flopped onto Eddie, missing his shoulder by a mile and landing on his side. “You still there?”

“I’m here, Buck,” Eddie murmured. He tangled his fingers with Buck’s, figuring they were both so out of it that he could be excused for using it as an excuse to finally hold Buck’s hand. “I’m staying.”

“Good.” Buck smiled and through half opened eyes Eddie could see that his teeth were no longer sharp and pointed. “Don’t leave, m’kay?”

Eddie chuckled. “Even if I wanted to, Buck, I couldn’t. I’m fucking dizzy.”

“Again, sorry about that.” Buck said, struggling to open his eyes so he could look at Eddie and show him that he regretted taking so much blood. He should have stopped earlier but Eddie’s blood just tasted so good. Like the finest wine, his blood was something to be savoured and when given the opportunity, Buck couldn’t help himself. He savoured. He gorged himself on Eddie’s blood and if given the chance to do so again in the future, he would take it.

“Again, don’t apologize,” Eddie replied. “You didn’t take anything that I didn’t willingly give. Now go to sleep. We both need to rest.”

“Yes, sir.” Buck playfully mocked, snuggling against the bed and completely missing the way Eddie jolted at being called sir. That would have to be a conversation for next time.

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#wip wednesday #jess.writes #my writing #buddie #buddie wip #my vampire buck au #vampire evan buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 abc

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