#agentpeggycartering

[korevah]

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The pain in his leg lingered longer than an echo ever had. He supposed it made sense. No doubt there was new pain every time Buckley so much as shifted.

He tried his best to hide it, especially at work, but for some reason he found it harder to hide a limp from an echo than if it was his own pain. It got bad enough that he wasn't even surprised when Captain Harris pulled him into his office near the end of a shift. He expected authoritative concern and obligatory offers of support. Instead, he got an ultimatum.

"You're grounded, Kinard."

Tommy couldn't believe was he was hearing. "Are you serious?"

"Until you meet your soulmate and the echoes lessen, you're not allowed in a chopper. Fitzsimmons admitted you've been asking for low-level tranqs at the end of nearly every shift."

"As is allowed, sir," Tommy protested.

"Yes. But that's intended as a stopgap, as you well know. Not as a substitute for talking to your soulmate because you're too chickenshit to go meet them."

"Sir," Tommy started to protest, but at a glare from his captain, he fell silent.

"You're dismissed, Kinard."

Tommy nodded tightly, then left.

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[korevah]

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yay! my current favorite of my WIP ideas. bc the other ideas i'm loving were all yours 💜

leader sentence, then the rest under the cut because it got long since I worried the new stuff wouldn't make sense without at least a little of the backstory...

I hooked up with Scott Hunter in the summer of 2013. And yes, I'm a man.

Having said that, I'm sure you have a lot of questions. Here's the answers I'm willing to give.

How can we trust anything you say?

I know. I'm publishing this anonymously. I could be lying. I could be anyone.

But here's the deal - if my whole point is that it's not your business who public figures are doing in their free time, telling you who I am defeats that, right? Because then you'd have opinions and speculations about who he's doing now based on who I am, or what I look like. I'm remaining anonymous, both for that reason and the fact I'm not doing this for clout. If I was, believe me. I'd be blasting my name all across the internet, bragging how I slept with Scott Hunter not one, not two, but three summers in a row. Multiple times.

How was he?

Fucking amazing. Next question.

(editing note: I put this in the draft I sent Scott, hoping he'd get a laugh out of it and fully intending to remove it before publishing. I'm told Kip threatened him with the couch if he didn't let me leave it in.)

Wait, more than once? Did you know who he was?

Not the first few times… I'll admit that I'm very, very tangentially related to the sports industry. I had never followed hockey. Imagine my surprise when I ended up in New York for a job and see my summer hook-up splashed across screens in Times Square.

I admitted I knew him the third summer. I told him I didn't want trouble, that I wouldn't go to the press, and was lucky that he believed me.

[korevah]

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hi love u

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Everybody also heard Ilya all but shriek from six rows ahead of his husband. "Sorry. Sorry, Shane. I— fixed. It's fixed."

Shane grumbled under his breath, turning away from Wyatt to curl against the wall of the plane. Wyatt would've been more than happy to have Shane rest on him instead of the metal, but Shane only ever did that with Ilya. Ilya, who was half the plane away because Shane had wanted quiet and Ilya had wanted to chatter with the rookies. And was apparently the reason everyone had been woken up. Wyatt tapped Shane on the shoulder so he'd lift his headphones.

"What was that?" Wyatt couldn't resist the question, and knew he had to get it in before Shane was fully settled or he'd lose his chance.

"Fucked up my podcast," Shane muttered in response, pulling the sweatshirt he was using as a blanket tighter around him. It didn't escape Wyatt's notice that it had '81' plastered across the back.

"What?" That only left him more confused.

"He has my phone. Needed to check something, I don't know. But he stopped my podcast."

"He— what?" Wyatt glanced ahead, where Ilya's curls were peeking through the seats. "He has your phone to check it?"

But Shane had already replaced his headphones and had his eyes closed, once more leaning against the side of the plane.

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[korevah]

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(I always feel like I’m cheating on these games with you because of my insider knowledge)

please cheat! i need external motivation. here’s the very start of the fic (at least as currently planned)!

It was quiet on the Centaurs flight back to Ottawa. They were finally on their way home from a long road trip that had jumped back and forth across timezones, leaving everyone wholly exhausted. The fact their game tonight had started late due to an ice delay then gone all the way to a shootout only increased the exhaustion.

About half the team was asleep, another quarter were awake but resting with their eyes closed and earbuds in. The few conversations were kept to hushed murmurs, keeping the atmosphere relaxed.

So when Shane suddenly yelled his husband's name in an extremely harsh tone, everybody noticed.

come make me write!

[korevah]

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TK stopped chewing his straw to take a drink of his lime and soda, then asked, "Who's Carlos?"

But his question was lost in the roar of the crowd, tensing for a countdown as the current rider approached three minutes, only to get thrown off by a particularly abrupt buck seconds later. The lady - Iris, Judd had said - announced a short break, and TK turned to Judd to get his question answered, only to see the man grinning mischievously at him. "What?"

"You should get up there," Judd responded.

TK shook his head immediately. "No, thank you. I like all my limbs unbroken."

Judd just laughed. "You'd be fine! They've never needed to call 911."

"What, because the first responders are already here?" TK had noticed pockets of firefighters from other houses throughout the bar, though no one he recognized.

Judd just laughed and bumped TK with his shoulder. "C'mon, man. Give it a shot."

"You just want to watch me fall on my ass."

Judd raised his hands in protest. "Hey, I'm just trying to get you the whole Texas experience. Everyone else on the time has given it a shot, but hey, if Mr. New York can't handle it-"

"Fine!" TK cut him off before he could demean him any further. "Fine, I'll try it."

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[korevah]

fanfic asks:

7, 18, 26 🥰

7. What fic are you the proudest of?

Oof. I'm not sure. Part of me wants to say begging for him (my ATOGAI fic), just because it's the first fic I posted to AO3 and in general, the first time I shared my writing with more than two or three people.

I'm also really proud of believe me darling, the stars were made for falling (911, start of a bucktommy reconciliation) because a lot of the times, my fics are either written and published within a span of hours or never published, and I actually sat with that one and didn't immediately throw it into the world and never think about it again.

18. How do you decide what POV to write in?

vibes? idk. I think I typically have a POV before I start actually putting something on a page, so it's not so much a deciding what POV I'm writing from as much as it's deciding if I will write at all.

I will say I like to write from an "over the shoulder" POV a lot (third person limited, if we're being technical) because I like exploring character's feelings, but I also like the angst as a reader of knowing how other characters would respond but being trapped within one's thoughts so you understand why misunderstandings etc. happen.

And now am realized the POV question might actually be a first/second/third question and not a which character's POV? In which case the answer is I almost always write in third person, because that's what I prefer reading (I will read others, it just tends to be my favorite).

26. What is your favorite part about writing?

Making things hurt? That sounds so bad.

For a long time, I wrote more as catharsis / emotional processing than as a creative endeavor, and I still really like exploring emotions as the main part of writing. I think the really cool thing about art is how it can make people feel things, so I like working with heavy emotions.

Lately I've gotten better at writing fun stuff too though 🤣

fanfic author asks here!

[korevah]

🐞 (maybe this is cheating but I don’t care)

not cheating at all! on your part. i, on the other hand, am cheating by using something i already wrote so you should totally prompt again to make me write bc this is the end of what i have written. but anyway, have some cuteness!!!

Eddie dropped the re-stocked wagon outside the back door and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up, making sure to get all the dirt off his limbs and face before heading to the kitchen. Buck had pulled Nora's high chair near where he was working, and she was happily munching on strawberry pieces and babbling at Buck as he cooked. Eddie would swear under oath that at most one in five sounds were actual words, but Buck was nodding along and responding to Nora as though she was carrying the conversation while he sliced peppers and onions.

Every so often Nora announced "Taste!" and sat with her mouth open until Buck dropped a little piece of pepper in. He'd then wait, watching with a smile until she pronounced it good and he could turn back to his work. Buck looked up ruefully at Eddie. "We taught her about taste testing last week. It's become a thing."

"She just wants to make sure you have the best, don't you Ellie?"

Nora nodded, then pointed at him as best she could with a fistful of strawberries. "Ti' 'ddie taste!" Eddie tried to refuse and let Buck work uninterrupted, but Nora was insistent, "Taste!" rising in volume until Buck handed Eddie a slice of pepper.

"Mmmm, very good," he said, over-exaggerating with a rub of his stomach to make Nora laugh. He turned to Buck when Nora returned to her fruit. "Whatcha making?"

"Fajitas - the chicken's marinating in the fridge, can you grab it?" Buck pointed toward the fridge with his knife, as if Eddie didn't know where the fridge was and it was acceptable to wave sharp objects around when Nora was right there.

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[katiagrim]

3 and 23 for the book asks 🥰

3. What’s a book/series you love to recommend to people?

My Heart is a Chainsaw/the Lake Witch trilogy by Stephen Graham Jones. Pure slasher excellence

23. What’s your favorite book that you own (as in coolest edition/signed/important to you)?

Take It Outside because @landrybrennan wrote it ✌🏻

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