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[glorious-spoon]

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send me a ✒️ and i'll write your URL and what i think of you!

[glorious-spoon]

18 and 28 please! <3

18. What's something you've only ever done once and hated every minute of it?

i allowed my daughter to bully me onto this ride and spent the whole time wanting to die, lol (she loved it - the scarier the better).

28. What was the last thing you looked for online?

the WorldCat record for Mozart and his Piano Concertos, to put in an out of system loan request.

(ask game)

[glorious-spoon]

🌾 and ⏳ for buddie fuck or die please!

🌾- i mean i have yapped about this A LOT, but this is something that appealed to me about buddie in part because they ARE at this point platonic friends; this unnamed thing between them remains unnamed, the desire isn't acknowledged or necessarily even conscious, so for them the latent feelings actually make it almost more of a violation than it otherwise would be. it's a stew of forced intimacy and self-sacrifice and trauma with a layer of sexuality/feelings realization that makes it worse, not better, because it forces this latent desire into the realm of something they both have to deal with while also making it a live grenade.

i'm primarily interested in the aftermath between them; the actual assault happens in flashbacks and the present day is much more buck grappling with his horror and guilt and trauma from it while he and eddie try to find their way back to being okay (in general, and with each other). definitely some non-therapist approved coping mechanisms happening, lol. the central question for this is, essentially, how do you have a relationship with the most important person in your life after something like this.

⏳- a bit of early aftermath buck for u!

He dries off without turning the light on, wraps the towel around his waist and slips across the hallway to his bedroom, which is also dim in the gloaming. The edges of the furniture are soft, shadowed. He drops the towel over the back of the chair and dresses quickly in the first clothes he can pull out of the top drawer: sweatpants, a thin, stretched-out t-shirt. He swipes his wet hair out of his face, avoiding his own reflection in the mirror on the back of the closet door—just an indistinct outline of a man, gray on gray, features blurred.

WIP Meme

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OR 9) car sex and eddieshannon for the smut prompt list :)

hi, hello! i have SO many buddie prompts already, so have some pre-series eddieshannon!

summer love 910 words | explicit car sex | PIV sex | pre-series

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The truck is pulled up under the low-hanging branches of a tree overlooking the lake, pretty well hidden from the road, and the radio is on low, some slow-dance ballad winding through the hot air of the cab. They've got the windows cracked, but not much. Eddie's shy about that, and it makes her laugh at him sometimes, but she likes it too. The way he blushes, visible even in the low light of the dash. The way his eyes go soft and hazy when she unbuttons her shirt, which is actually his shirt, stolen from his bedroom the last time she snuck out. It's been washed since then, but it still smells like him, and she likes that almost as much as she likes his blushes and his hands on her.

Sure hands, despite the blushing. They span almost the full width of her ribs, cup her breasts, gently pulling at her nipples through her thin cotton bra. Shannon tilts forward, kisses him again, then climbs into his lap. He buries his face in her throat, biting kisses that'll leave marks, little purplish bruises for her to look at in the mirror later, poke at and shiver. She shifts just to feel how hard he is beneath her, and he lets out a desperate, shuddering little noise, so she does it again, more deliberately. Feels him throb against her, her panties already soaked through. She's so glad she wore a skirt, even if it doesn't really go with Eddie's stolen button-down.

Eddie trails his mouth lower, dipping his head to mouth at a nipple through her bra, making her squirm, which makes him gasp.

"Come on," Shannon whispers, shimmying out of her shirt and bra. Eddie gazes up at her once she's done, looking dumbstruck, like he's never seen her tits before, and that absolutely never gets old. She threads her fingers through his hair, tugging a little to get him back on track, and he goes obediently, laving his hot tongue over her nipple, then biting her—gently, but still enough to make her gasp and pulse. His other hand finds her bare thigh, slipping up under her skirt to thumb at her clit through the soaked cotton. 

"Good?" he asks, when she grinds down against him, groaning.

"I love your hands," she says fervently.

He presses a smile into her throat, slipping his fingers inside her panties. Shannon squirms, then shifts up on her knees to slip them off completely. She leaves the skirt on, fumbles for the fly of his jeans as he slides two fingers into her, thumb ghosting over her clit, a perfect tease.

She gets his pants open, his underwear shoved out of the way, his cock springing up thick and hot in her hand, the silky texture of it, the moisture beading at the tip. She swipes her fingers over that until they're slippery, then brings them to her mouth, and Eddie lets out another desperate little noise at that, his fingers twitching inside her, his eyes hot and dark. That makes her bolder, makes her slide her tongue over her fingers, making a show of it, feeling him shift beneath her, and god, she wants it, feels stupid for it. She tugs on his wrist until his fingers slip out of her, then reaches down to line them up, teasing the head of his cock over her clit until it's wet and slick and Eddie is gripping her thighs tight enough to bruise. His breath is coming fast, his head tilted back against the seat, cheeks pink, lips parted. Shannon grinds against him again, then catches his jaw with her free hand, pressing her fingers in until he opens his eyes, looking dazed. Only then does she stop teasing and sink down onto his cock.

He lets out a choked little noise, hips jerking, driving him deeper. She grinds down, trembling, clenching around the thick heat of him. It almost feels like she could come just like this, but it's not enough, not quite.

Eddie catches the back of her head, tugging her down into a kiss and slipping his fingers between them, a little clumsy, a little too rough, but it's good, that edge of discomfort. It's good, getting to see him lose control, getting him to forget to be so gentle with her. She braces her knees on the seat to try to control the pace, but neither of them can find much of a rhythm, and that doesn't even matter; Eddie hauls her in closer, thumb pressing just perfectly against her clit, and she shatters, panting into his mouth as she comes, and he holds on just long enough for her to come down from it before he chokes out a breathless little moan and follows her over the edge.

They stay like that for a while, coming down from it. She can feel his cock starting to soften inside her, the slick drip of his come down her thighs. It feels dirty and amazing, and she squeezes a little just to savor it, feels him shudder.

"Guh," he manages, muffled against her throat, and she starts giggling. Petulantly, Eddie adds, "Shut up."

"You're so cute," Shannon informs him, lifting her head to kiss his pouting mouth, his blushing cheeks.

"I'm not cute," Eddie grumbles.

"So cute," she insists, wriggling a little, and he loses his grip on his pout to laughter, pulls her back down for another kiss.

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Okay, I'll bite, lol 🪞 please! <3

:DD

He liked the loft too, but he likes that this new place is nothing like it. Close and cozy instead of open and modern. It's different. It feels like a new start. He desperately, desperately needs one of those. The door next to the bathroom, the one that definitely was there when he did the initial walk-through, is paneled, painted white, with a crystal knob and an old-fashioned brass lock plate. When he tries it, it's locked, and there's no key that goes to it as far as he can tell.

(Make me write!)

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For the sentence game: Eddie needs to get through this, get himself somewhere private where he can figure out how to cope with this like a sane and functional human being, but of course Buck corners him in the locker room before he gets a chance to flee. 😁💕

XDDDD

(Previous five sentences here)

He's waiting by the door when Eddie closes his locker, leaned against the frame, hands in his pockets, wearing a soft-looking hoodie, joggers, unlaced sneakers. Eddie's heart thumps sharply in his chest, a heady, baffling mix of terror and desire surging through him.

"Uh, hey," he says, as normally as he can, shouldering his bag.

"Is everything okay?" Buck asks, in the kind of cautious tone that's usually reserved for hospital rooms or the aftermath of Eddie taking a baseball bat to his room, which is humiliating.

"Yeah, of course," Eddie scoffs, but when he tries to push past Buck, Buck doesn't budge.

(Give me a sentence and I'll write the next five!)

[littlespoonevan]

1️⃣2️⃣ for the writing game, please! <3

thank you, fraddit!! 💕

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"You need to start talking to each other at events. Award shows, galas, charity auctions, whatever. You need to engage in casual conversation with each other like you would any other player.”

It doesn’t sound bad on the surface; most of those nights are so boring the thought of Ilya next to him immediately makes it seems more bearable.

It’s just- well, they’ve spent close to a decade trying to avoid talking to each other at these things. It's not exactly easy to unlearn that paranoia.

“So we do not have to text across the room anymore?” Ilya asks eagerly. “I can just talk to Shane all night?”

He sounds so hopeful Shane feels himself melt. He never thought feeling lovesick was a real thing before but he’s ninety-five percent sure it's a real disease and he has it.

“Well, not all night,” his mom says, amusement clear in her voice in a way that makes Shane’s cheeks heat. “But for a while, sure. Even better if the two of you can have a conversation with a couple of other players or some coaches involved too.”

Ilya’s face falls and he looks decidedly less interested.