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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.

thanks @amiserableseriesofevents <3 (i totally didn't forget that u tagged me in this i am so sorry)

Bucky knew that it was frustrating for Buck, being back and not being better. 

He caught him writing sometimes, in a little leather-bound journal that he had procured one day. He had asked him about it once or twice, but received decidedly clipped non-answers. Bucky was curious about it of course, even a little hurt – what could Buck possibly be writing about that he wasn’t willing to share with him, even after all they had been through together? 

Thank you my most beloved of owls 🦉 @shortsighted-owl I loved your snippet 🥰

I’m writing kisses so I can’t share too much of that… or can I? No… you can have two sentences though to prove we’ll get there in the end….yes it’s that fic again - sorry

It’s nothing he expected this moment to be, it’s better. A soft sigh of utter contentness leaves him as Eddie’s mouth works it’s magic on him.

I’ll throw some other sentences out there too from my Chim matchmaking disaster fic …

This may change ‘cos this fic is giving me trouble but for now this amuses me…

Buck jumped as Chim put down two plates with a half a bagel on each in front of them and then unbelievably produced a small vase with a fake flower in it from somewhere and added that to the table. Buck had swore a revenge then worthy of kings.

Eddie’s wide eyes meet his. He whispered across the table.

“What is happening?”

And that was when his own hubris had kicked in. A dangerous determination to beat Chim at his own game settled in Buck’s gut. What better vengeance than to get through this ‘date’ without revealing his heart. To prove to his irritating brother in law that he is not the matchmaking genius he thinks he is.

Agent Woll took Danny’s laptop and sealed it inside a large evidence bag. “We also have to consider that this isn’t part of a larger crime and that you were specifically targeted. Were you able to draw up a list of possible suspects?”

 “Yeah, well.” Danny shared a look at Steve whose mouth twitched. “We’ve busted a lot of bad guys in the last few years. But I wrote down a few names of people I had some particular run-ins with.”

 “Run-ins?” Woll asked.

 “With my fist,” Danny said unapologetic. “Over and over again.” There were a couple of kidnappers and one child murderer who had topped the list.

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I hit 11.5k I might fit in a little more than I’m on vacation next week.  :)

I’m 2 minutes late as I’m copying from my reblog of @thekristen999‘ s post

My seven (plus 3) weekly sentences. Still that Steve-catches pneumonia thing in which I just found a glaring plot hole. Dammit. In the mean time, enjoy some cuteness, @thekristen999, @bgharison @narkito @sealie-seolh @sealie-seolh @missslothy @lavvyan @littlebro-williams and I’m sorry if I forgot anyone!

Steve’s POV

(*BTW, the lullaby is one in French my mom used to sing to me.)

He’s in the kitchen, getting started on prepping his lunch when Charlie calls for him.

He gets to the bedroom in a few quick steps to find Charlie sitting up in the middle of his bed, in tears.

“What’s wrong buddy?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“Oh,” Steve says soft, crouching by the bed. “Lie back down. I’ll stay with you a bit and keep the bad dreams away.”

“Mommy sings me a song when I have bad dreams.”

Steve chuckles softly. “I’ll sing you the one my mom sang for me when I was little, but it has to be our secret.”

“Okay.”

“All right, lie down buddy,” he says, lying down on the small bed next to Charlie. He clears his throat and starts to sing softly, an old lullaby his mom used to sing to him, about a grey hen in a church.*

My turn to take my queer feels out on our freshly minted Bi Buck 🩷💜💙

tagged by the lovely @stereopticons @loserdiaz @tizniz @filet-o-feelings @diazsdimples @ladydorian05 @theotherbuckley absolutely loving everything you're putting out in the world (and obviously tagging you right back)

Next is the bisexual pride pin from Eddie that he prominently displays on his work duffle. Chris gives Buck his own gift, a Binosaur tee shirt that makes them both giggle. There’s a pink, purple and blue fidget spinner ring from Chim. A snapback embroidered with ‘I put the bi in bitch’ from Hen and Karen.

Athena bakes him cupcakes with tiny pride flags stuck in the frosting that’s also dusted with rainbow sugar crystals. Buck definitely never tells her how they unintentionally lead to the best sex he’s had in years after Tommy witnessed him shoving the entire treat in his mouth in one go.

Through his adult life, Buck has developed a certain taste for his personal decor and style. It’s rather minimalist, but it works for him. Still, he finds he enjoys adding these gifts of support and love from his family.

Tagged by @amiserableseriesofevents, I swear I didn't forget about this I just wanted to have some substantially new stuff to post. So here's some of the Very Much Dystopian American AU about the (modern) buckies getting married in college, solely to get better financial aid money.

Also, I'm going to stick most of this behind a page break because it is, actually, More Than Several sentences. Just as a treat.

It had started as a joke, like most of them did. They were solidly in the spring semester of their freshman year of college, applying for financial aid and planning their next year of classes. Being rejected for financial aid and doing the math on how they were going to pay for the next year of classes. Being rejected again and panicking about the prospects of higher interest private loans. And on and on. 

Thanks for the tag @skyyguy 🫶

My brain has been rotted by the married for financial aid au, so have a chunk of that xoxo

They’re on the couch one evening after work, John laying with his head in Gale’s lap, Gale’s fingers carding through his dark curls, listening to the sound of the city through the open window. It’s finally starting to cool off, autumn just around the corner. Neither of them have spoken in a little while, just enjoying the comfort in each others’ company, when John breaks the silence.