find the word challenge
tagged by @swiftiebuckleys @alyxmastershipper and @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy thank you my darlings <333
my words are: wind, hot, heart, rough, small, smooth, gentle, hands, please, stop, sigh, tugs, sleep, tender, whisper, and fall
I have absolutely no “wind” but i have several “window” so heres a texas au snippet:
He goes slowly, picking his way down the branches until he reaches the rope ladder. He still gets a warm feeling inside whenever he remembers that Helena got it for Eddie’s birthday, but it’s mainly something to help Evan get to them.
Evan sets his jaw and rushes over to the window, shoving it open and practically throwing himself out onto the roof. Slowly, he makes his way down the shingles. If he falls, Eddie’s gonna kill him.
more from texas au:
“Mrs. Buckley, hi,” Helena greets her, a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “I hope it’s alright, Evan met my son Eddie today and came over for a little while. We live right next door and he mentioned you and your husband were busy today. I would’ve called, but Evan couldn’t recall your cell number.”Â
Evan feels his face grow hot as he remembers the lie. He knows the number. He just didn’t want Helena to call.Â
so most of these are just gonna be texas au...
He keeps his eyes closed, focusing on the faint feeling of Eddie’s heart beating against his back, counting the rise and fall of his breaths. Maybe it should be weird, waking up tangled together with Eddie like this, but it’s not. Eddie’s arms, he’s coming to realize, feel more like home than anywhere else ever has. He sorta wishes he could stay forever.Â
finally! prostitute/ringfighter is making an appearance:
“Hey,” the rough voice came from behind him and Eddie spun, fists already clenched. A tall blond man was leaning against the alley wall behind him, a joint dangling from his fingertips and his gaze burning into Eddie. Eddie had seen him before, hanging around the club. Now, his golden curls were wild and frizzed from the humidity, his dark red shirt clinging to his body.Â
“Easy cowboy,” the man said, his words slightly slurred and a slow grin spreading across his face. He pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “You were just fighting, yeah?”
more prostitute/ringfighter:
The man just nodded again, now less than two feet from Eddie. His gaze was still trained on Eddie’s forehead and the hand holding his joint lifted hesitantly. Quickly, the man’s gaze flicked down to Eddie’s, heavy with an unspoken question. Eddie nodded, jerkily, and then there were soft fingertips probing the small cut on Eddie’s temple. He could feel a slight heat radiating from the lit butt near his skin, but he didn’t move, staring at the other man.Â
His blue eyes, slightly hazy from the drugs, met Eddie’s again. “Hurts?”
texas au:
He makes his way through it like it’s his own home. He doesn’t feel much like a guest anymore, not really. Not as he heads up the stairs, the banister smooth under his touch, and the floorboards creaking slightly.Â
Reaching Eddie’s door, he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it slightly. He sets his hand on the knob, ready to walk right in, but hesitates. He lifts his fist instead, knocking lightly.Â
“C’min!” Eddie’s voice calls immediately.
from Group Therapy Trip fic (renamed bed fic):
Buck stands to follow everyone, but Bobby shifts slightly, placing himself between Buck and the stairs.Â
“It’s not anything to be embarrassed about, Buck,” he says, his voice low and stern, but still gentle, caring. Buck freezes, knowing what’s coming. “The tsunami-”
“Was years ago,” Buck interrupts, his voice tight. He clenches one hand into a fist, blunt nails digging into his palm.
group therapy trip fic:
“Better watch your back, probie,” Chim teases, watching the whole exchange with increasing amusement.Â
“When is the probie thing gonna end?” Ravi groans. He gestures an exaggerated hand in Lucy’s direction, “I'm not even the newbie anymore! And my probationary period ended weeks ago!”
“Whatever you say,” Chim concedes, holding his hands up. “Probie.” Ravi just groans, throwing his head back.Â
back to texas au:
“Hey. Don’t worry about it, seriously. We’ll figure it out, it’s fine.”
“Can I stay here tonight? Please?”
“Of course,” Eddie answers immediately. “Always.”
“Your mom won’t mind?”
Eddie lets go of Evan’s wrist, waving his hand towards the door. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But-”
texas au:
“Stop,” Evan hears himself whimper pathetically, his voice broken. “Please.”Â
“Evan?” The voice makes Evan freeze, though his hands still tremble. He lifts his head, his eyes wide. Eddie. No, no Eddie can’t be here. He can’t see this, can’t see how much of a problem Evan really is. How much he needs. Eddie’s voice calls out again, “Evan is that you?” Evan can’t bring himself to answer. “Evan, please, are you here? Are you okay?”
texas au:
“I- I didn’t-”Â
His weak protest is cut off with an exasperated sigh. “Honestly, Evan, we haven’t even been here a full day yet! At least let us settle in before you start making things difficult.”
Evan feels tears burn behind his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall in front of her. He chokes out a meek, “I’m s-sorry,” and prays she leaves it at that.
no tugs but texas au does have tug
Tears sting Evan’s eyes and he feels himself start to crack. “Yeah, I- I wasn’t totally sure I’d be able to.” Eddie reaches him, grabbing his hand and starting to tug him into the room.Â
He must see something in Evan’s face, because he stops, frowning. His brow furrows and he tilts his head, shutting the door softly. “What’s wrong?”
...texas au:
Evan can’t sleep.Â
Any time he closes his eyes, he just sees the tight, closed off smile that didn’t reach Eddie’s eyes as he sent Evan away. He tosses and turns in his bed, his skin feeling like it doesn’t fit quite right, his mind filled with too many murmurs to know what any are saying. He presses his fists into the sides of his head and clenches his jaw, pulling his knees towards his chest.Â
wow i am shocked but i don’t have tender anywhere in a wip but i do have it from an old fic:
He’s almost lost Buck before. He knows this isn’t anything new, anything worse than what Buck’s survived before. But the difference is- those times, Eddie still wasn’t letting himself to be given over wholly. He had been keeping a part of him, the shard of his soul that was the most vulnerable, tucked safely away, hidden and protected in the folds of his heart, shielded by his ribcage and contained by his terror of being rejected and turned away for it.
He has no guards this time, no barriers in place to protect himself.Â
He feels the fear, fully and purely, raw and grating against the tender muscle of his heart, sharp and scraping against his lungs, pure ice in his veins.
texas au :D
“No,” Eddie says sharply. Evan winces at the tone, pulling his hand out of Eddies and folding in on himself. Eddie softens his voice, reaching for Evan again. “No, no, it’s not- it’s not that, I swear, Evan. You’re- you’re-” Eddie releases a frustrated sigh. “My father is hard and he’s strict and he’s… he’s just everything you’re not, and you… you’re perfect,” Eddie finishes in a whisper. His thumb brushes Evan’s cheek, begging Evan to look at him and Evan turns his head. Eddie’s smiling at him, a little sad, but so caring that it steals Evan’s breath for a moment.
and finally from texas au:
“It hurt!” To his horror, Evan feels tears start to well in his eyes. He looks away, dashing his hand roughly against his face to try and dispel the tears before they can fall. A soft hand catches his wrist, pulling it away from his face gently.
“Hey,” the boy’s voice is as gentle as his grip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you fall, and it must’ve really hurt. It’s okay if you want to cry.”
“I don’t!” Evan insisted, shaking his head fiercely.Â
tagging @buddiefication @loveyourownsmiilee @eddie---diaz and @sunshineravi plus anyone who wants to participate!!!Â
your words are: scared, shaky, flinch, melt, breathe, and pulse!
