tease tidbit tuesday
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istg soon i'll focus on just one wip and finish it and then move on to the next but for now I'm all over the place so you'll get snippets of everything lmao - married buddie smut again haha
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It’s just a few seconds of him standing there and admiring his husband, before he gets impatient again, climbs onto the bed and straddles his lap, immediately grinding their hips together, eliciting groans out of them both. He kisses Buck, then grabs his hands, that are on either side of Buck’s head, and laces their fingers together, pinning them down in place, and leans in to kiss Buck’s lips gently.
“Hello there, Mr. Diaz.” he murmurs, and feels a shiver go through Buck. (...)
“Hi yourself, Mr. Diaz.” Buck grins. “Holy shit, I’m a Diaz.” he adds with a little giggle, sounding genuinely awestruck.
“That you are. Now finally officially.” Eddie smiles. Buck’s been a part of the Diaz family for as long as they’ve known each other. Taking the name is just a formality, really.
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I need people to understand that British heat is abnormal. Yes, I know it's not as hot as your country, and it must seem so ridiculous to you that we complain about this, but this country was never meant to be this warm. Our houses were built to retain heat, for me it is currently 28° celsius outside, 35° celsius inside. Even with a fan running 24/7.
We don't have air con. Some people do but it is incredibly rare. Some houses aren't big enough or are too old to have it installed. Also, it wouldn't be a good investment, because we usually only get like 2-3 weeks of extreme hot weather.
The climate here is incredibly humid, the heat doesn't feel nice. It feels sticky and heavy. Our public transports such as buses and trains are not built for this weather either, which has led to damage.
We are not yet climatised to this weather. If you have grown up in a country that is usually quite hot, then you'll more than likely be comfortable in that. The same goes for a country that is cold.
Sadly, this all comes down to climate change, as most things do. British summers are going to keep getting hotter and this country is simply not built for it.
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wicked words | chapter 2 | teaser
For @snowxstormworld Jonerys Summer Lovin 2k22 Day 4: Historical, I had planned to post chapter 2 of the fic but sadly life got in the way and it isn’t done yet. I also had a very bad day which ended in a scary moment where I thought I was going to die (no exaggeration here, this is the US, there’s crazy loose cannons everywhere) and almost forgot entirely but here’s a teaser. Sorry that was long winded but I’m still trying to distract my mind.
Dany went to a massive trunk against the foot of the bed, kneeling and unclasping the buckles. He shivered. They needed a fire. He shook off his sodden overcoat and draped it on a chair to dry, moving to kneel in front of the hearth. He tried not to think about Dany moving around behind him, about how they’d need to take off their wet clothes or they’d catch a cold.
He swallowed hard, his cold, numb fingers fumbling with the flint from his pocket. It was dry enough but took several tries until a spark caught on the kindling in the hearth. It went up in smoke and he swore. “This shit is too old.”
“I found some wood. Here.” He glanced over his shoulder. Dany was coming down from the loft, a couple logs in her arms. She sighed. “We should put it in the stove.”
“We need to get warm fast.”
“The stove will do that.”
“The hearth will.”
She dropped the wood at his feet with a loud clatter, throwing her arms in the air. “Fine! You do it then!” She began to jerk at her coat and the buttons on her blouse.
He froze. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off these wet garments. I’m freezing.”
“But…”
She stopped and smirked at him. “Relax Jon. The trunk there has blankets and some linens. Get the fire going.”
He felt stupid. He was on edge. He was acutely aware they were stuck in a tiny one room cottage with one bed, limited blankets, and were both soaking wet and in need of warmth. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes and willing his body to cooperate. He knelt at the fire again and fussed with dry straw, the wood, and the grate, until there was a crackling, roaring flame.
It warmed the small room quickly, but he was starting to shiver, his wet clothes kept on too long. He stood and tugged off his boots and pulled his shirt free of his trousers. He wasn’t thinking about decorum right now, he needed the sticking wet garment off. He draped it on the chair with his coat and hers,moving it towards the hearth to dry. It was still cold and he shivered again, figuring he’d wrap in a blanket. He’d have to figure what to do with his trousers once he had coverage.
Because the other option…well…he couldn’t think about it. He steeled himself and turned around. When he did, he caught Dany, who had an arm full of blankets from the trunk, watching him.
Well.
Well then indeed.
His lips twitched. He flashed a smile, gesturing to his bare chest. “See something you like?”
“No!”
Her cheeks might have been red from embarrassment, or the fire, or even the cold. Except her eyes were still focused on him and her pupils had dilated so wide he barely saw violet in them. He turned and walked towards her slowly, reaching to take a blanket from her. He intended to wrap it over his shoulders, wondering if she was thinking something else.
Neither one of them said anything; he heard her breath hitch, throat muscles cording in her slim neck. Her breasts rose and fell quickly against her bodice, the swells of them visible barely over top the loosened fabric. He dropped his gaze to her swollen red lips. She’d been biting them. She only did that when she was nervous.
“Dany,” he murmured. His fingers closed over the blankets.
She shook her head and dropped the blankets in her arms, unable to keep composed. His heart leaped up, strangling the breath from him. This was happening. “Shut up Jon,” she gasped, arms lunging up, grabbing the back of his head, fingers wrapping through damp tendrils of his hair, and pulled him against her.
For once, Jon abided her command, and shut up.
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life of a loser is so good
Thank you 💚
I have a lot of fond memories of my TDI 'fics and how they helped me grow my love for expanding on canon, writing large casts of characters, and playing with the friendships and conflicts that arise due to forced proximity because you're literally stuck in a 5-star hotel with these people and can't do anything about it... I certainly wouldn't have the 'fics I'm writing today if I'd never written Life of a Loser!
Honestly, it's SO tempting to polish my drafts for the other elimination 'fics I wrote... My Staci one didn't survive the draft because of a specific plot twist I wanted that turned out to be too ambitious, but I love Leonard and how his 'fics were coming. There are some gut-wrenching things I wrote for the Leonard-Tammy dynamic in my Ridonculous Race draft (and a lot of manipulative Topher in both that and "Beatin' Path") and if opportunity arises to spare the time & motivation, I'd love to post more of that :)
I did have some early Mario drabbles I used to post, but I consider Life of a Loser my first "official" fanfic. Take me back to the days of writing Noah and Eva just constantly dunking on anti-hero Ezekiel and bonding over it. NoVa being besties who are canonically down to split a million dollars with each other, my beloved...
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